#7 band in writing

[benchmarkedu]

Achieving a 7 Band in IELTS Writing: The Power of Online Practice Tests

Introduction:

The IELTS Writing module can be challenging, especially for those aiming to achieve a 7 band score. However, with the availability of online IELTS writing practice tests, you can enhance your skills and improve your chances of reaching your desired band score. In this article, we will explore the benefits of online practice tests and provide effective strategies to help you score a 7 band in IELTS Writing.

1 Understanding the IELTS Writing Module: The IELTS Writing module assesses your ability to convey information effectively in written English. It consists of two tasks: Task 1, where you describe visual data, and Task 2, where you present arguments or provide opinions on a given topic. To achieve a 7 band score, you need to demonstrate a wide range of vocabulary, coherence and cohesion, grammatical accuracy, and proper task response.

2. Importance of Online IELTS Writing Practice Tests: Online IELTS writing practice tests provide a valuable opportunity to simulate the test environment and enhance your writing skills. These tests offer a variety of prompts similar to those you will encounter in the actual exam, enabling you to practice under timed conditions. By engaging in regular practice, you can identify your strengths and weaknesses, understand the test format, and fine-tune your writing techniques.

3. Effective Strategies to Score a 7 Band in Writing:

a) Analyze the Writing Task: Carefully read the prompt, understand the requirements, and plan your response accordingly. Focus on the key features and structure your essay logically.

b) Develop a Strong Introduction: Start your essay with a concise introduction that clearly presents your main ideas and provides a roadmap for your essay.

c) Organize Your Ideas: Use paragraphing effectively to present your arguments or opinions coherently. Each paragraph should have a clear central theme and be supported with relevant examples and evidence.

d) Enhance Vocabulary and Grammar: Utilize a wide range of vocabulary and sentence structures to demonstrate linguistic proficiency. Avoid repetitive language and aim for accuracy in grammar and punctuation.

e) Practice Time Management: Online practice tests allow you to refine your time management skills. Allocate a specific amount of time for each task and practice completing them within the given timeframe.

f) Seek Feedback: After completing practice tests, seek feedback from experts or experienced IELTS tutors. Their insights can help you identify areas for improvement and provide targeted guidance.

Conclusion: Achieving a 7 band in Writing requires consistent practice and a structured approach. Online IELTS writing practice tests offer an excellent platform to develop your writing skills and familiarize yourself with the exam format. By following effective strategies, such as analyzing the task, organizing your ideas, and refining your language skills, you can improve your chances of attaining your desired band score. Embrace the power of online practice tests and enhance your IELTS Writing performance.

[revelisms]

He knows the sweet must of parchment and black-inked pens as much as he knows the dew-damped green of spring; knows the taste of lemon gin as much as the cool dash of seaspray off a sunkissed stern; knows that he is feared before he is fawned for, is loathed before he is loved, forgotten for his two left feet and the hairless crown he smothers beneath his caps—

But, oh, his laughter.

Lethal as a dragon's, and warm enough to match. A smile that comes too naturally, when someone finally wrangles it out of him—and plummets, sniffed off, just as swiftly. "Shut up."

What is Secondo, if not stomping boots and perpetual grumblings; lectures that snap one's attention at the neck, and welds eyes too wary to stray; hands that are steady in their roughness, tethered to a body that envelops, cherishes—

He is half-mumbled songs over toiling stews, sleeves shucked over strong forearms and towels thwipped at his shoulder; evening drives into the sun's slow-bloomed decay, the wind whistling at the windows—

He is a man as comfortable in his clothes as he is outside of them, and yet the quickest to flush at any scrap of admiration. Patience thin as a hair, with temper Vesuvian enough to match.

With his eldest brother, he is a snarking spouse; with his closest, an absent father; with his youngest, a beast not to be poked.

To their congregation, he is voice like fire and heart like glass, the Past on his breath and blood-magick in his veins, demons at his heels and Hell painted beneath his fingertips.

To himself—

Wrist cocked at the helm, a motor broiling beneath his feet, sun sweet in his eyes. The sea his horizon, her breath his home.

To himself, he is linen shirts and wine on his teeth, pirate captain that never was; Charon for souls no longer lost, ferried across an ocean well and living.

The day's warmth is slipping down, down to the tides: a glow more vibrant than the Fallen Light, itself. Salt and simplicity and free with laughter, her shores ebbing and glimmered.

One final glimpse of summer, before autumn comes to paint their valleys red.

Secondo will drink it in, long as he can.

On a rickety old radio, guitar strings murmur.

Sul mare luccica l'astro d'argento...

He breathes deep, breathes slow. Turns the wheel beneath his hand, and sings along, soft and smirked, like always.

Placida è l'onda, prospero è il vento...

secondo / sunrays

[milimeters-morales]

Miles “I’m An Emotionally Intelligent Guy” Morales and Pavitr “I Can Read People Very Well” Prabhakar about to start extreme drama in the comment section of a youtube short about empaths and the ethics of rpf

[forlorn-crows]

pls I NEED hypnotist aether. with some funky quintessence in there and one curious swiss who doesn’t actually think it’ll work. (spoiler: it does. and he likes it. a lot.)

swiss is about to discover something new about himself

“There’s no way that works,” Swiss laughs across the table. His and Aether’s breakfast conversation had dissolved into discussion about elemental magick and its uses, namely revolving around a certain quintessence ghoul with a penchant for charming others with his powers.

“It does. Ask around.” Aether smirks and shrugs at him, popping the last bite of toast into his mouth.

“Hm,” Swiss hums, thinking. Aether doesn’t miss the devious sparkle in his eye or the way he looks at his hands hovering over the crumb-laden plate.

“You can ask me, you know.” Swiss balks at him, caught. “If you’re so curious.”

Swiss barks out a nervous laugh. “I don’t know big guy—call me a skeptic.”

Aether brushes the toast crumbs off his hands and stands up. “C’mere.” He waves Swiss over in the direction of the couch.

Swiss stays frozen in his chair, watching the quintessence ghoul as he crosses the room. “Wait, like, right now?”

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous, Swiss,” Aether teases.

“I’m not, just—you wanna do this in the middle of the common room?” Swiss heart beats a little faster, despite being adamant he doesn’t believe Aether.

“Just enough to give you an idea of what you’re missing out on.”

Swiss rolls his eyes. He meets Aether where he’s sat down on the couch, holding out his arms in an expression of now what?

“Kneel,” he says simply, spreading his legs and making a spot for the multi-ghoul between them. Swiss shoots him another look of apprehension, but his mouth turns up at the corners as he sinks to his knees in mock supplication. Aether just chuckles and shakes his head, waiting for him to rise to a seated position.

“What next, your majesty?” Swiss drawls.  

Aether reaches both his hands out to him, cradling his face. He leans in close, the two just inches apart. “Behave,” he scolds, bumping his forehead against the multi-ghoul’s and pulling back.

Swiss bites back a make me, because Aether would. He’d probably zap him all the way down right there, no preamble. Not that Swiss believes he could, of course. He ignores the way his stomach flutters at the thought.

“Ready?” Aether asks.

“For nothing? Yeah sure, lay it on me.”

Aether rolls his eyes and tightens his grip on Swiss’ face, gentle but firm. His face relaxes into an expression of calm concentration, eyes watching for any reaction. There’s a faint tingling where Aether’s fingertips meet his scalp, strongest at his temples where his thumbs sit. But it’s nothing more than a light buzzing, no stronger than the vibration of a cell phone.

Swiss furrows his brow, an expression Aether mirrors instantly. He lessens his grip and sits back, letting his hands fall from Swiss’ face.

“It won’t work if you resist it,” Aether sighs. It’s all amusement though, the skin next to his eyes crinkling as he looks at Swiss expectantly.

Swiss shakes his head and huffs. “Okay, okay, I’ll try. For real.”

Aether smiles, pleased. He returns his hands to Swiss’ face and presses lightly once more. “Try closing your eyes this time,” he suggests. Swiss nods and lets them slip closed. “And take a deep breath.”

Swiss does that too, in through his nose, out through his mouth. The tingling is back on the exhale, slightly stronger this time. He can feel it radiate over his entire head this time, quintessence sparkling at the follicles and seeping further down. The muscles in his face relax, eyebrows raising at the sensation.

“Oh. That’s . . .” He isn’t sure how to describe what he’s feeling. It’s pleasantly numbing, a warm relaxation spreading down to his neck and shoulders.

“Uh huh?”

“That is . . . woah, that’s—” his sentence cuts off with a giggle as the energy moves into his chest, his arms. It’s bubbling playfully in his veins, making him feel light and fuzzy. The multi-ghoul pries open his eyes, and a crooked grin spreads across his face as he focuses on Aether.

Aether takes in the way his pupils are blown, the dopey expression on his face, wrought with complete adoration, the way he starts to sway a little, legs a little less certain now. It’s adorable, really, and not what he expected from Swiss.

“How is it?” Aether smiles, rubbing his thumb across his flushed cheek absentmindedly.

Swiss blinks at him slowly, still looking at him with that stupid-cute childlike wonder, like he’s the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. “S’nice,” he breathes, leaning further into Aether’s touch.

“You know that’s not all of it, right? You’re like on level three, maybe.”

Swiss’ eyes widen further, if that’s even possible. “Three?” he asks in a small voice.

“Yeah, two or three.”

The multi-ghoul blinks again, slowly, like a cat trying to communicate love for its owner. “There’s more?”

Aether huffs another laugh. “I’m not gonna give you that much, especially after being so skeptical,” he teases.

Swiss pouts. Fucking pouts—sticks out his bottom lip, scrunches his brows together, narrows his eyes.

Aether rolls his eyes. He’s more than happy to give him more, but Swiss is not in a position to be pushing his own boundaries so soon. “We can go a little deeper. A little bit. Just for a moment, okay?”

Swiss perks up immediately, nodding enthusiastically.

“Can you take another deep breath for me?”

He does: in through the nose, out through the mouth. Aether flexes his fingers and another wave hits him, strong enough to knock the strength out of his legs. He sags against the quintessence ghoul with a grunt, cheek smooshing against his thigh, eyes fluttering shut. “Oh tha’s . . . nice . . .” he slurs, arms hanging like dead weights at his side.

Aether huffs a laugh and removes his hands from Swiss’ head, placing them gently on his shoulder blades instead. He pulls his magick back slowly so as not to jolt the multi-ghoul too quickly back to reality.

Swiss stirs after a few silent moments, lifting his heavy head from Aether’s thigh. He looks up at him, bewildered this time.

“We’re doing that again.”

[statementlou]

Hello, do you think is possible that we will get a FITF live album? Louis and the band sound so good on tour.

they doooo! I love Steve's arrangements and additions to the songs so much! Honestly I have no idea; on the one hand it seems like Louis might be more focused on moving towards new stuff, like we are still in FITF mode but by the time it came out he had had it forever and now he's well into LT3 and probably feeling more excited about those new songs and sounds; on the other hand he is very good at working the industry stuff and all the angles and it's basically free money, right? He has said FITF was a further step towards the sound he wants most rather than the finish line, so it's possible that as happened with Walls as he works more on the new one he is getting less enthused about sharing the old stuff; but I think adding Steve's arrangements and just moving away from some of the songs seems to have lessened that this time around, so maybe that isn't a factor. Here's the thing though: the only way it would happen or make sense I think would be if it was recorded pretty recently, like one of the UK shows; the show was still being tweaked and gelled and cooking until then. But if they wanted to make vinyl (and surely they would? fancy double vinyl of live albums is SUCH a thing), that is very very long process of waiting around these days. First you have to get lacquers made (this is the physical thing that the recording is cut into that all the records are duplicates of- if you want quality it has to be more or less handmade by an artisan) but one of the two places left in the world that made those burnt to the ground in 2020 so there's a super long wait time on that. Then it just has to get made; but there are basically ten large scale factories left (again, in the WORLD) that press records so that also has a very long wait time... so it would take forever and the thing is I think we're getting LT3 in the late fall/ early winter (I bet he's using this month to finish it up so it can begin this lengthy process). So I kind of don't think so, like I guess they could do a CD/ cassette/ digital only in late spring and make so much money, and it would be fun, but who knows. Either way, I just hope Louis has Steve do some production work on LT3, I like his sounds and ideas a lot, and that he keeps him around to do his tours forever!

[sophiasharp]

Magic Headcanons for the Papas

Part 1: Primo

It’s easy to underestimate Primo, especially in his advanced age. Old man who hangs out in the garden most of the day and spends the rest of his free time reading books and sipping tea? Can’t be that powerful, even if he is a former papa. Bro probably uses his magic to summon those strawberry candies to give out to kids. Nothing to worry about, right?

Oh ye of little faith

Primo was, in fact, fucking terrifying back in the day. He has a massive wellspring of magic at his disposal at any given point in time and over the years has gotten very good at accessing it whenever needed. What took other casters hours to perform, he could do in minutes.

In case he wasn’t already terrifying enough, his preferred type of magic was Necromancy. Primo is very in tune with the life force of others around him, can feel the push and pull of growth and decay like the pull of the tides. He can use this in a bunch of ways: healing, communing with spirits, ending lives with the flick of a wrist I mean what?

Back when he was younger, he used to be able to tap directly into the flow of the quintessence around him to redirect it, but as he’s gotten older, yanking around the magic like that has gotten harder than it used to be, so nowadays it takes a bit of “charge-up” time for him to gather the energy required before the spell can be cast.

When he casts, the air pressure around Primo starts to build, a heaviness similar to diving deep under water. The pressure grows and grows till your eardrums feel like they’ll burst. Finally, the pressure releases with the cast of the spell, an echoing chime of a bell ringing in the surrounding area.

On the occasions where his magic took on a more visual element, it expresses itself as glowing red chalk-like runes written into the air. Primo prefers to use his magic in more subtle ways, though.

Nowadays, Primo’s favorite form of magic is potion brewing, which doesn’t require as much brute casting energy to perform. Still, he’s become scarily good at that as well. He can make just about anything that’s been written down in the ministry’s library given the time and resources. His casual hobby, though, is making poisons. Old men and their plants, man.

(Also he totally does still use his magic and plant knowledge to conjure up unique candies to hand out to the younger siblings he comes across but you didn’t hear that from me!)

[counting-eyerolls]

rain’s curls

headcanon that when rain was summoned he had long hair. almost as long as dew. he crawled out of whatever body of water he called home in the pit and was summoned while still in his unglamoured siren ish form. and the cardinal summons all water ghouls from the abbey lake, so rain peeks out from under the water with his bioluminescent horns. as he walks towards the shallows, the ghouls watching can see his form: all swimmer body and lean muscle, hard v shapes on his lower stomach and webbed fingers at his side. his hair is dripping wet just like the rest of him. but it’s long and as soon as he steps out of the water and it starts to dry agonizingly slow, it forms waves and slight curls along his collarbone.

fast forwards to a few days later when he’s already with the others in the den. he’s usually dry everyday now and his hair is starting to annoy him. it never bothered him in the water before but now it just gets in the way all the time. so he goes to swiss and asks him if he’s ever cut anyone’s hair before and swiss just grins up at him and tells him to sit down (i think swiss has experience with hair stuff since i headcanon him with different hairstyles all the time, depending on his mood). so rain sits down and swiss cuts his hair into a shaggy curly shoulder-length haircut. he’s sad to see his beautiful black hair go but he’s glad it doesn’t get everywhere anymore. so he thanks swiss and goes about his day just to walk into the ghoul den later and find dew in the kitchen. they still don’t know each other very well so he just greets him shyly. which makes dew turn around to look at him and he almost spits his drink out, choking on it. why? because rain’s curls are even more defined now without the weight of the longer strands straightening them out and they look so soft, so silky. he just wants to go up to him and tangle his clawed fingers in rain’s curls and tug and pull at them until he makes them messier than ever. he wants to pull on them and expose rain’s neck to him so he can drag his fangs across his jugular and-

and he realizes he’s staring, cup still in front of his lips as rain gets confused. did he walk in on something? did he say something wrong? maybe dew just doesn’t like him? so he gets to work and grabs whatever he came in for, while dew finally snaps out of it and clears his throat. he says hi back and gulps his drink down, throwing the cup in the sink somewhat harsher than he’d meant. he’ll deal with it later. now he has another problem to deal with because of how good rain looks. so he scurries out of the kitchen and common rooms and leaves, while rain is watching him through thick long eyelashes and short curls that now fall over his eyes. he wonders what happened but decides to let it go, he doesn’t want to interpret anything. just before he can shake it out of his head dew comes back around the corner and tells him, voice shakier than intended, “nice haircut by the way.” he’s gone as quickly as he’d returned and rain stands there, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. he can’t help the smile tugging at his lips as he realizes what happened and makes a mental note to remember this.

[punmster]

Out of curiosity, do you have a playlist for DSMG?

yeah, it's like. 70 songs long lol

[thisvisionofmyspirit]

I hate the current music industry. I hate it so much. I hate that artists have to release half of their album as singles before it officially comes out. I hate that they have to spend literal years touring around the world. I hate that they rely so heavily on merch. You get the vinyls in two colors. Three colors. Five colors. Eight colors. Every few months, they put out a new color. You've got exclusive bundles with a poster. One with a poster and a pin. One with a poster and a pin and an alternative cover. You've got figurines. You've got 459 t-shirts. 274 hoodies. 156 tank tops. Bikinis. Bath towels. Water bottles. Tons of plastic. Worldwide shipping. When do we stop.

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 13: Comfort After a Nightmare

Thanks once again to @forlorn-crows for arranging Mushy May and the prompts!

Pairing: Aether/Swiss, implied polyghouls

Words:1035

Rating: Gen

Contains: Referenced past character death

...

Aether never realizes it’s a dream. It always feels just as real as the day after Terzo was deposed. Sister Imperator standing at the front of the chapel. Him and Mountain held in place and made to watch. Alpha and Ifrit killed. Dew set on fire to take their place. Zephyr and Mist banished back to the Pit. And Omega’s… just gone. 

But in these dreams, it’s never them. Maybe it was them for the first month. But after that?

There are three faceless Siblings on each side of him, fingers digging into his arms and chest. He tries to rip himself free but his feet are glued to the tile. “Let me fucking go!” He growls at Imperator, flashing his fangs, but there’s no response. 

The chapel doors open, and Aether’s heart drops to his feet as his pack is herded in. The girls cling to each other. There’s confusion written across Rain’s face, resigned horror on Dew’s. Mountain leads the pack, and Swiss peers over his shoulder. 

The doors close with finality, and Aether grimaces. He knows what comes next. 

Clergy members split his pack, grabbing each ghoul and pulling them to Imperator one by one. Cumulus screams as she’s ripped from Cirrus and Sunshine, and Aether tries to lunge for her. It’s no use, he can’t move, and she’s banished with a flash of smoke as he screams her name. Rain’s next. He looks to Aether with wide, frightened eyes, and Aether is powerless to do anything as Rain too is banished. 

The clergy starts dragging Swiss to the front of the chapel, and he tries to fight back. He claws at one member, snapping his teeth at them. It’s no use.

“Aeth!” Swiss calls out, voice panicked, eyes snapping to him. 

Aether struggles fruitlessly against the clergy members holding him back. “Swiss!”  he calls out, trying to reach for his multi ghoul.

“Aeth, Aether, you’ve got to wake up.”

Huh?

“Aether, baby, please wake up,” Swiss pleads, his eyes wet. “I don’t want to do this but you’re scaring me.”

Suddenly there’s fingers pressed gently on his temples, and a jolt of magick floods his mind. His eyes snap open and he gasps, nearly choking on his own breath. 

Swiss moves his hands from Aether’s temples. “You were really starting to worry me, sweetheart,” he says. He grunts as Aether grabs him, one hand pressed between his shoulder blades and the other buried in the curls at the nape of his neck, and pulls him into his chest. 

“He’s okay,” Aether whispers, mostly to himself. “He’s here, they’re safe, it’s okay.” He stares up at the ceiling of his bedroom and swallows hard. 

“Are you okay?” Swiss asks, voice slightly muffled. He reaches up and cups Aether’s cheek.

Aether nods, trying his best to ignore the tears springing up in the corners of his eyes.

“Baby, you were calling out for us and you weren’t waking up,” Swiss says, smoothing his thumb back and forth. “I had to pump some quintessence in you to get you awake. Sorry for that.”

“It’s alright,” Aether says. “Bad dream. Thank you.”

“Oh, sweetheart. Can I ask? What…” He trails off, unable to ask the question on the tip of his tongue.

Aether swallows. Takes a deep breath. “Did Mountain or Dew ever tell you about what happened to our old pack? The band before you, Rain, and the girls were summoned?”

Swiss thinks for a moment, and the silence is deafening. “Not… in great detail. I know they’re not… here anymore. I never asked for more details.”

“Some of them were banished, some of them were killed. Mountain and I were forced to watch. Dew nearly didn’t make it after the transition. It was happening again in my dream, but to all of you.”

“Oh,” Swiss breathes. “Do you want to go check on them? See that they’re all okay?”

Aether blinks. Normally after these dreams, he lies awake for the rest of the night, unable to move. “That… sounds nice.”

“Okay, then, big boy, let me up and we’ll go check on them.”

Aether groans as he stands, stretching as Swiss pulls on a pair of shorts. Swiss leads the way through the hall, down to the ghoulettes’ room. The door is unlocked, and Swiss pushes the door in carefully so the hinges don’t squeak. 

Aether leans into the doorway, suppressing a sob as he sees Cirrus, Cumulus and Sunshine, their limbs tangled together in their nest, each of their chests rising and falling in their sleep. They’re alright. They’re here. 

Swiss shuts the door, resting a hand in between Aether’s shoulder blades, rubbing up and down. “Rain, Mounty and Dew went out to the greenhouse together before bed. They might not be in any one of their rooms, Aeth, so don’t freak out on me if they’re not there, okay? We’ll check out there if they’re not in their rooms.”

Aether nods, and they open the door to Rain’s room. It’s the biggest of the three, and Aether’s whole frame relaxes as he realizes they’re all there. Mountain, sprawled out on his back, Dew tucked up against his right side, Rain against his left, Mountain’s arms around them both. All three of them sound asleep. 

“See,” Swiss whispers in his ear. “We’re all here.”

Aether freezes as Mountain’s eyes flick open. Bright green meets violet, and Aether feels his face heat, like a kit caught with their paw in the cookie jar. 

“Everythin’ alright?” Mountain says, sleep heavy on his tongue. “You two okay?”

“Bad dream,” Aether says. “Making sure everyone’s still here.”

“Oh, nova,” Mountain whispers, careful not to disturb the ghouls tucked into his arms. “I know. We’re safe. Go get some sleep, okay?”

Aether nods, and lets Swiss lead him back to his room. 

But instead of letting him get into bed first, Swiss insists on laying down on his back. He pats his chest. “I think, if you lay your head down, if you hear my heart beating, I don’t think that dream will come back tonight.”

“Thank you, Swiss,” Aether says. He lays down, and lets the steady rhythm of Swiss’ heart lull him back to sleep.

[rhythm-catsandwine]

Hoodie Weather

 They decided to go to the beach, on a sunny day.“How are you not burning up in that, it’s not hoodie weather?”  Danny asked, looking at his vampire friend, who was hiding in a hoodie, and sunglasses.

“It’s like the vampire version of a rash guard. If I’m in the sun for more than ten minutes, I burn, and without the sunglasses, I’d go blind. Like any sunli\ght on my skin, it feels like one of those metal slides we played on as kids, but when you get stuck halfway down, so the metal cooks your ass and legs.  Then, even if you slid all the way, it’s just down more hot metal,  and your ass is red for like an hour. “ Adam explained as he planted an oversize umbrella in the sand and then plopped down in the darkest shadow, legs folded and crossed in front of him.

“Ads?” Justin had finally come, carrying a heavy canopy, still folded up and stuffed in a bag. 

“Finaly!” The vampire layed back, using a folded towel as a pillow, and watched the others start putting up the dark blue canopy.

“Really, you’re not going to help?” Maynard grumbled as they carried the protective shade over the vampire.

“We’re at a beach in the middle of summer, one the sunniest day of the week, and I'm like allergic to the fucking sun.”

“Then why’d ya come?” Danny was already putting his hair up in a ponytail for a swim.

“You guy’s fucking drug me out here.” Adam lit up when Justin sat down beside him. “Oh, hay!”

“So Justin, if you get wet, do you smell like a dog?”

“No, you bloody ass.” Then, the werewolf growled at the drummer.

Fluffy October or Ao3

[benchmarkedu]

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[nocturnalghoul]

Mushy May Day 6: Picnic

I submitted picnic to the list so it's only fair that I write an entry for it :D Enjoy this sweet taste of Sunny D lol.

Sometimes the chaos twins get to have a nice moment together… before the chaos :)

Words: 591

Rating: Gen/Everyone I guess but there is a curse word or two thrown in

Read below the cut or on AO3 here

When Sunny and Dew got together the result could sometimes be… explosive. Fire and air tend to play into each other anyways, but that combined with the two’s chaotic natures tended to worry the rest of the pack when they would hang out. 

Other times though there were moments like this. Far away into the woods tucked into a small clearing, the two laid out in a little patch of sun. They would eventually get back to the grand spread packed up on the blanket behind them, but for now they relished in the moment. Both took a deep breath, focusing on the feeling of light breeze blowing through the clearing, cooling their sun-warmed skin ever so slightly, and the weight of the other’s hand clasped in their own. 

Despite being a troublesome duo, the other’s presence had a calming effect sometimes. There was a feeling of resolution from connecting with the partnering element, all the ever-racing thoughts in the ghouls minds settling out. They had on several occasions tried to explain this to the rest of the pack, but were accused of trying to have an excuse to hang out alone and scheme up trouble. It doesn’t matter in the end, the semi-secret nature of these picnics in the woods only added to the fun.

Eventually Sunny feels the fire ghoul give her hand a gentle squeeze, indicating that he is ready to continue with the rest of their outing. “I was just about to do the same thing… twinsies” Sunny giggles as she sits up, crawling back over to the large picnic blanket she had swiped out of Mountain’s closet earlier that morning. 

The two unpack the basket of goodies in comfortable silence, the fresh fruit pilfered from the abbey gardens taking center stage as they surround it with the pastries they had convinced Mountain to bake for them, and the strawberry lemonade Dew prepared earlier that morning. Sunny had planned all the snacks but was still ecstatic to see the way in which Dew was able to execute it all. 

Once the pastries are gone, they go back and forth attempting to throw berries into the other's mouth, laughing uncontrollably whenever it hits their forehead instead. By the time the afternoon sun begins to fall below the treeline, all of the provisions are gone and their faces stained with faint little blotches of red and blue from the errant berries. 

They both lay back onto the blanket, looking up at the sky above and once again holding hands. Every once and a while one of the two gestures with their combined hands at a funny shaped cloud or weird bird flying overhead. For the most part though they simply bask in each other’s company.

“This has been really nice, sunbeam” Dew sighs contently, but Sunny knows there is something else there beneath the surface. A light hint of mischief sneaking into his tone that any of the others would have missed. The serene moment has reached its conclusion and the time for the two of them to tear across the grounds like a wildfire has returned.

“It really has been, but I get the feeling you have a new plan in mind” she prompts, smiling at Dew wickedly as she sits up. 

The fire ghoul pushes himself up, turning to look at her in the eye. “Wanna see if we can figure out how to combine our magics to make some sorta hot air balloon?” he propositions, eyes already glowing with barely contained magical energy.

“Oh fuck yeah!”

[ghoulangerlee]

so take me in turns internally; E

AetherxDewxCopia

Summary:

Copia and Dew are leaving to go on tour soon. They spend their last night with Aether. And while the whole pack will, of course, miss Aether (and Sunshine, who was also staying behind this time), he’d wanted a night with his mate and his Papa, to properly see them off, one last night for the next many months that they’re away. (Aether already has plans to sneak away midway through the tour to come see a few of the shows, once things at the ministry settle down a bit, but that’s not until later in the summer, and with it only being spring now, time will surely drag on and on and on.) 

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what’s your favorite pairing of ghouls?? and why?

You’ve opened a flood gate my friend bc there’s a couple

Probably the absolute most favorite is Swiss and dew. They’re fucking idiots and I want to shake both of them like a water bottle of crystal light, affectionately. They’re like two sides of the same coin chaos wise. (My own headcanons and pulling from a lot of diff creators here) I just love how they’re characterized together. Dew being a brat and a shithead, messing with people for his own entertainment and not being super open emotions wise. And then Swiss just knows him inside and out, and isn’t afraid to completely break him open and rub salt in his wounds, and dew loves it. It’s what he needs to ground him.

Kind of a pair but also not depending but Swiss and cumulus or Swiss and cirrus and cumulus. Swiss is just the biggest flirt and loves to mess with people, so I love imagining him always flirting with cumulus, constantly flattering her, and just submitting so well for her (or her and cirrus) when they get into the bedroom. Just imagining him being so submissive for her !!!!!!! Especially if both cirrus and cumulus are there to completely ravage him

MOUNTAIN AND DEW!!!!!! I’m am banging my fists on the floor at these two. Mountain being a fairly stoic more serious guy, just wants to do his work and be an upstanding citizen, and then dew just being a complete menace, again as I said before, a brat. And mountain has his patience, he knows dew will stop at some point if he doesn’t indulge, but sometimes he can’t help himself. He just has to teach the smaller ghoul a lesson. BUT ON THE FLIP SIDE imaging dew being good for mountain! And not even in a completely sexual sense, just dew being nice and sitting with mountain while he works in the green house, and listening to him talk, or cuddling with him. Ugh just dew being soft for him MY STOMACH HURTS

i could probably talk about every single pair like this, but these make me want to eat drywall when I see them paired together (affectionately)

I hope you enjoyed

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