#I love Dew a normal amount

[golden-rats]

Dewdrops first morning cig

Aether doesn't smoke but he keeps an ashtray on his bedside table just for Dew

[gideonnavsenormousbiceps]

shang qinghua and shen qingqiu would be so funny as college roommates. because here's the thing, they would definitely both blame each other for basically everything and be like "he's the worst roommate ever!" to their respective boyfriends and then it turns out they're both actually just awful roommates. Like shen qingqiu probably sucks at domestic chores like loading the dishwasher and always does it wrong no matter how many times he's corrected, but shang qinghua is probably up all night typing abd playing music obnoxiously loud (he has one of those really clicky keyboards and also gets way too enthusiastic about typing) and leaves empty energy cans/Ramen cups everywhere. Will either of them move out, or learn communication skills? No, of course not they prefer to complain

[cookie-waffle]

Uselessly reminding you that these things are all canon in TOTK:

- Riju is super short for a gerudo her age, but still way taller than Link

- Link has a pet koi fish (or multipul depending on how many pools you put in your dream home)

- Being able to name the piss horse golden horse implies that Zelda had not given it a name yet. Perhaps because she’s a perfectionist and must think of the perfect name, or because she rescued the horse very recently before totk, but fell in love with it so quickly that she just had to have a picture of it in her house.

- The amount (and quality) of paintings done by Princess Zelda points towards her being very artistically talented, which is not something shown in botw. Perhaps this is a sign of her feeling more free and comfortable to be herself.

- Link has 8 ear piercings in total

- Link is still very short, but, it’s easier to see his muscle definition than in botw, meaning he did actually grow like a normal person just not… vertically.

- In the original Japanese text, Zelda calls the Hateno house “the house” instead of “my house” 👀

-The elemental armor headgear will allow you to dye Link’s hair at the dye shop.

- Originally, I thought Link could see the koroks in botw because he was only 17, and that koroks sorta worked like the picori, in that only kids could see them. However, he can still see them in his 20s. So, the games could be implying that he sees them because he was raised as one of them in a past life, and that part of his soul is still connected to the forest.

- The game likely takes place around 5-6 years after botw, because there are quite a lot of new child NPCs, none of which look or act young enough to be considered toddlers.

huge spoilers under the cut

- Link was canonically a furry zonai in a past life, but he’s noticeably less humanoid than Rauru or Mineru. Link has a tail, digitigrade legs, and even dew claws. Meanwhile, Rauru and Sonia have no tails and are plantigrade. This makes me wonder if zonai started intermarrying with mortals long before Rauru met Sonia, which could account for the more human-like traits.

- Link being a zonai at one point finally makes it 100% canon that Link does not need to be reborn as a hylian. It is entirely possible that he could have been a gerudo at some point, or may even be one in a future game.

[phoenixinthefiles]

If I was DC screenwriter I think people would hate me

Cus I’m pulling out all the stops

Dick Grayson with anger issues who absolutely is not a golden retriever (that man will purposely target your occipital bone with his escrima) but does value his family over anything and loves them fiercely (even when they give him a heart attack)

Jason Todd the sunshine robin who’s really passionate which leads to his “extreme anger” Yes he’s a theatre nerd and he does listen to Jane Austen but that’s not his entire personality.

Cassandra Cain can speak.

*ducks away from window* Tim Drake is not a short king who is extremely sleep deprived and needs coffee to function. His smarts rival Bruce’s and he hates coffee, likes Mountain Dew a normal amount, and is sleep deprived but he takes power naps cus he plays into the corporate king role. He’s taller than Dick (cus that’s funny) and he’s missing a spleen but he blew up all the Lazarus pits so he does not care. Also he has commitment issues (mans cannot keep a girl or boy)

Duke Thomas is not the “normal one” he’s just as crazy as the rest of em and if you think he’s not it’s because you’ve fallen into his trap. The boy started a revolution and is the only meta Batman has pardoned (😝 Clark)

Damian is a precocious, traumatized, kinda mean, child. But he’s still a child, he can’t see over the counter at the doctor’s office, he wants his mom and dad together, and he loves being loved. Yeah he’s a bit of a brat but his grandfather is royalty and his father is Gotham’s dark prince; he’s allowed to be a bit pretentious. He’s a good kid and he had some bad influences but He is good.

Bruce Wayne doesn’t collect child soldiers, he is not physically abusive (physically, cus he’s had some moments) He won’t kill joker because the thin line that keeps that little boy in the alley sane is his fragile moral code. His kids were his kids first (with the exception of Tim😭) he would stop if he could, but because he can’t; he trains them.

Talia Al Ghul is not a rapist and she does love her son (the way she knows how).

Alfred Pennyworth is immortal🥰

(I’m aware I left some members off but these are just my main takes)

[house-of-vandernacht]

To everyone freaking out over NM S2 premiering a wee bit later than expected. The amount of time/effort R&F put into this is colossal. They constantly and consistently pull 60-70 hour weeks. Week after week with no break, upwards of a year and longer, to the point they flirt with burnout like Leo/nore flirts with Annabel. That to me is the exact opposite of lazy. Over the last year, I and others have witnessed this mind-blowing work ethic first hand. Its insane the amount of work they put in. Often eps are well over the minimum panel amount, they don't have to do 10-20 panels more than the minimum, but they do it as they want to tell a good story with each episode ending where it feels natural. The next thing: Nobody is entitled to any creator's time, or gets to dictate how they spend their personal time off. A hiatus is merely an opportunity to create buffer. R&F are under no obligation to use it that way. It is their choice to. It is also a time for them to regroup, recover from fatigue -- as any artist or writer knows headspace is important to the creative process -- attend to the shop, catch up on any admin that needs doing, and a litany of other things that people need to do to go about their daily lives. This break -- because lets call it what it is, if this were a normal 8-6 we'd call it UPTO -- is for them to take time to themselves, same as any other job. If they want to play Star Dew Valley to relax or decompress or ruminate on an idea, who the heck are we to deny them that? They're two human beings, not machines.

Thirdly: Please consider: There is so much more that goes on behind the scenes of a comic of this calibre that we as readers don't see. (Think of an iceberg, how they are so much bigger than the tip that pokes above the ocean's surface.) R&F don't just make it up on the spot. There's script writing, planning, research, editing, more planning, rough storyboarding, more research, tests, and probably a heck of a lot more pre-production stuff than I can even guess at before sketching can even be considered commencing. We don't know their creative process, nor are we entitled to demand an explanation of their process, or that they use their personal time differently. (Personally, I listen to music and walk but what is one person's jam, might not be another's.) Nevermore S2 premiering a little later than expected is not some big drama its being made out to be. Its perfectly normal. I cant count the amount of times I've heard some comic/ book/tv series/movie has been delayed for whatever reason. (I've been waiting seven years for one book I won't mention here, as an example.) I don't know about you, but I know Id much prefer to read something that has been well thought out, with attention to fine detail applied to it than something rushed and shoddy. Give them grace to cook! I know we might be a wee bit disappointed, especially when we're so eager to find out what potential horrors might befall characters we've grown to know and love on the eve of one heck of a tantalising cliff hanger, but I ask that you all show a little patience and, more importantly, understanding.

[miasmaghoul]

do you have any more uhhhhhhhh lactation thoughts

not even specifically dew, just in general

your ficlet may have opened my eyes a little

yes. many.

have a bunch about mommy aether and dew's breastfeeding kink.

(no ageplay here for anyone concerned)

Every year, just before the winter solstice, Aether finds himself afflicted with a certain...condition.

It had been shocking the first time. A handful of months after his summoning he'd woken with an odd weight on his chest, like one of the abbey's mousers had fallen asleep on him again.

No such luck, though. The only thing he'd found after rubbing the sleep from his eyes was a foreign ache and a certain snugness to his sleep shirt.

It hadn't taken long to put two and two together, not when he'd padded to the bathroom and shucked his shirt along the way. Aether distinctly remembers staring at himself in the mirror for actual minutes, mouth agape as he cupped his swollen chest.

"What the fuck..."

Aether had dragged his fingers through his chest hair in stunned silence, caressing his newfound curves with a rather stupid look on his face. They sat high and firm on his chest, sizeable enough to nearly fill even his large hands and dusky at the tips. Not much give to them, but still supple and lovely to weigh in his palms.

Curious fingers had rubbed at a peaked nipple, finding it impossibly tender. Enough so to make him hiss. There had been something beneath the sensitivity, though. Some unfamiliar pressure that made him continue to touch.

To tug.

To squeeze.

The first drops of warm fluid that leaked over his fingers had knocked the air from his lungs.

"What the fuck?"

Aether had no idea. Neither had Omega, after a rather embarrassing trip to the infirmary. No amount of magickal jiggery-pokery over the years had provided answers, so Aether had simply...stopped looking for them.

He just knows that, for roughly three days a year, he swells. He leaks.

And that, for roughly three days a year, Dew will be plastered to him like a parasite.

Dew seems to be able to smell the change on him, always huddling close to his side the night before it happens. Nuzzling Aether's shoulder and resting a gentle hand on his chest. The first time Dew had done it - the fourth year in a row this little event had happened, but the first where the little ghoul had been topside - Aether hadn't known what to do with himself.

"What's gotten into you?" He'd asked, trying to wriggle his way out of those spidery arms. Dew had been...reluctant to let him get away, a light growl bubbling up in his chest.

"You smell different," he'd said, smushing his nose into Aether's neck. "Like...I dunno, but it's good."

That bony hand hadn't stopped groping his chest, and by the time he'd wrangled the little ghoul back to his bedroom Dew was trying worm his was under Aether's shirt.

The next morning he'd woken to his annual problem, and to say Dew was ecstatic would be a severe understatement.

It's become something of a tradition since that first time around. Dew is a bit less obvious about it now, staring instead of groping, but the morning it happens there is exactly one place to find the little ghoul.

This's year's cycle is proving to be much the same.

Dew had crawled into the warmth of Aether's bed just after sunup, snuggled into his side with a yawn and promptly fallen right back to sleep. Aether himself had barely been awake at the time, and - despite the telling pressure on his chest - wrapping an arm around the little ghoul so he could drift off again had been all too easy.

It's proving to be even easier, hours later, for Dew to convince him that they could stay that way.

"C'mon, you don't really wanna get up do you?"

Dew trails a light finger along the obvious curve of Aether's chest, a motion that could almost be called innocent under normal circumstances. It's the second time he's said it in the last ten minutes, since they'd woken in tandem, wrapped in one another. Aether has no problem admitting that he could easily stay like this forever.

"Then why don't we?"

He watches Dew reach under the covers, groping at the pocket of his pajama pants. He comes back with a fat joint, and the little ghoul's face splits in a grin.

"I even brought breakfast."

He's so cute like this, Aether could kiss him.

So he does.

It's gentle, the way he holds Dew's chin. Like he's made of the finest china that the slightest jostle will fracture. Their lips are both morning chapped, but a little roughness is never a bad thing. Dew tastes like leftover toothpaste and fresh spring water, cool and soothing, and it's nothing to let the little ghoul lick into his mouth with just the tip of his tongue.

Aether sighs when Dew's palm slides over his belly and up to his chest, long fingers dancing over soft cotton. They graze the underside of his new growth, the barest touch, but Aether makes a soft sound anyway. Dew pulls back with the gentlest tug of Aether's bottom lip, immediately staring down at his chest.

"Sore?"

"No more than usual," Aether murmurs, nosing at Dew's hair. His silver strands have been pulled back into a messy bun, and Aether likes the access it gives him to Dew's slender neck. It's true that he's not particularly uncomfortable at the moment, but it's still early in the cycle. The ache that is present isn't an unpleasant one.

Dew hums, pecking him on the cheek before pulling away to rifle through Aether's nightstand.

"I can fix that."

He comes back with a purple plastic lighter, and as he sparks up the joint Aether delights in the way Dew's angular features catch the glow of the flame.

"Pretty boy," he rumbles as Dew inhales, smirking when the little ghoul almost immediately starts to cough. Aether pats his back through it, waiting for Dew's scowl to fade as his blush grows.

"Shut up and smoke," he gripes, and, well, Aether can do that.

He's never had much tolerance for the stuff, a couple of puffs enough to get him floaty and a couple more than that enough to get him heavy and grinning. That's about as far as he likes to take things, though.

Dew's as much of a lightweight as he is, truth be told, but their similarities end there. Unlike Aether, Dew enjoys being Fucked Up. Likes to push himself to the point of uselessness, until he's drifting away between breaths and pleasantly absent from the world around him. It makes him so very needy, tactile and soft, and Aether would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

Today, though, the little ghoul doesn't seem quite as far gone as usual. He'd snuffed out the joint halfway through, setting it on the nightstand and letting himself stretch out. He's loose, sprawled across the comforter and taking up every single inch of space he can manage, but he's not as hopelessly touchy as usual.

Strange.

Stranger still, Dew hasn't said a word since he told Aether to shut up, save for a handful of pleased sounds and quiet laughs between smoky kisses. It's different than usual, the silence. The distance. Normally when Aether's in this state, Dew can't keep his...well, anything really, to himself. Always needing to touch, to kiss, to claim this secret part of Aether in a way no one else does.

Today, all he's done is chew his lip and stare. There's been no contact since that first light touch, and if Aether focuses hard enough he swears he can hear the thoughts grinding in Dew's head.

He's sitting against his headboard now, scratching at the little ghoul's scalp with idle fingers while Dew not-so-subtly kneads at the mattress. Aether can tell what he'd rather be grabbing, what he'd rather be squeezing with those elegant fingers until they were all wet and sticky, but he keeps it to himself. Usually when Dew gets quiet it's for a reason, and in Aether's experience it's best to leave him be.

So he occupies his fuzzy mind by repaying the favor, taking in the slight body beside him with red-rimmed eyes.

Dew had lost his shirt at some point, who knows when, the thing now balled up and forgotten at the foot of the bed. Aether drags his eyes along the sharp lines of his body - the angles of his collarbones, the pronounced ridges of his ribs, the dip of his stomach. The pretty pink of his nipples, threaded with silver barbells that glint in the room's pale light. He's a delicious sight, to be certain, but he's just so...so...

"Small," Aether breathes, the one word quiet enough to drag Dew's eyes away from the fullness of his chest. He wears an odd look, something between confusion and want. "You're so small, angelfish."

Aether drags his knuckles along the cut of Dew's jaw, his large hand dwarfing that handsome face. He loves everything about Dew's size, loves how tiny he is. How easy the little guy is to throw around and rough up, how he can take a beating just as well as Mountain and Ifrit can, if not better. He loves how fragile Dew feels beneath his hands - stems of glass wrapped in tissue paper - and yet how hard he is to break.

But like this, just for these three bizarre days, Aether sees him differently. Dew isn't a feral little creature in need of taming. Isn't a rough-and-tumble hellbeast who could slit his throat without a second thought. Like this, Dew isn't strong.

He's just small. Small and vulnerable and in need of protection. From what, Aether doesn't know, but he can feel it in his bones. In his chest.

He expects Dew to buck the words - to hiss or snarl that he is not small, and that he'll show Aether just how big he can be - but he doesn't. There's something unreadable in Dew's expression, hiding in his bloodshot seafoam eyes and pink cheeks.

It makes the ache so much worse.

"Dew?" Aether feels his brows knit together as he runs his thumb over a sharp cheekbone. "What's going on? You look -"

"Wanna ask somethin'," Dew says suddenly, voice soft. His hands are still working, sheets caught in tight fists. He hasn't stopped staring at Aether's chest, but with some light coaxing Aether manages to wrangle his gaze upwards.

"Ask away," he murmurs, giving Dew the gentlest smile. The little ghoul sighs, hiding his face in Aether's warm hand.

"'S weird," he mumbles, peering up at Aether from the corner of his eye. "I don't - dunno if -" Dew chews his lip, one of his hands finally releasing the sheets to rest on Aether's thigh. "It's weird."

He taps out a restless rhythm, one Aether can hardly feel though the covers still over his lap. He's too distracted by the way Dew's looking at him, like he's worried whatever he's about to say will earn him punishment.

The ache in his chest grows.

"I'm sure it's not," Aether soothes, resting his other hand over Dew's own. "Go ahead and ask, love. It's alright."

The little ghoul stares at him for a few long moments, each one passing slower than the last. There's something clawing at Aether, something deep inside that yearns to comfort him. To drag Dew into his lap and hold him close, to tell him that everything was going to be okay. That there's no need to look so scared.

He doesn't. It's not easy, but Aether keeps his composure. Keeps his eyes warm and his smile gentle, encouraging. He gives Dew time, time he clearly needs considering the way he's gnawing on his lip like it owes him money. Dew has such pretty lips.

"Please, sweetheart," Aether says, so soft and kind that Dew's eyes slip shut. "Tell me what you need. Let me help."

Something in the little ghoul's expression softens, relaxes, and the next time he opens his eyes Aether can finally see the need in them. It swirls through his gut in warm spirals, pooling deep inside and making his sensitive spots tingle. He doesn't have to look to see that his nipples have gone stiff, they're so sensitive he can feel them poking into his shirt.

Plus Dew's drooling into his hand now, which is a dead giveaway. With a gulp, he speaks.

"Can I...will you..."

Dew sounds so, so shy. It's something Aether hasn't heard in ages, not since Dew was brand new and figuring out the fun new things this vessel of his could do. Dew's fingers dig harder into his thigh.

"Aeth, I - fuck, will you feed me?"

The words hit one by one, each syllable a crack in the safety glass surrounding whatever it is in Aether's that's screaming to protect. The answer to a question he didn't know he had. It shatters with the look on Dew's face, lost and scared that something terrible is about to happen.

"Oh, Dew," he breathes, hating the way Dew tenses up like he's about to run. Aether takes the hand on his thigh before he can, presses a soft kiss to the backs of his fingers. "Of course I will."

Every inch of the little ghoul visibly relaxes, he whimpers, and Aether wastes no time in gathering up his slack body. He's no trouble to move, even when he's dead weight, and in no time Aether has Dew laying across his blanketed lap. He tucks a loose chunk of Dew's hair back behind his ear and plants the gentlest kiss on his forehead.

"Are you comfy, love?"

Dew hunkers down a bit, lays a little more on his side and stretches his legs. He's so slender, pale against Aether's dark blankets. His flannels have slipped down a bit, exposing the vee of his hips and the light dusting of hair between them. Aether has one arm hooked around his back, the other hand resting on Dew's skinny thigh while he adjusts.

"Am now," the little ghoul says, curling in on himself a bit and resting one hand on Aether's belly. He can feel the other one resting at the small of his back, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Dew looks up at him once he's fully settled, a smile playing at his lips despite the remnants of apprehension in his eyes. Aether cradles him just right, those eyes drop to his chest instead, and Dew lets out the softest little oh. Like he hadn't realized just how close he was. Aether rubs his thigh before reaching up to pat Dew's hand.

"A, uh - a while," Dew rasps, clearing his throat. The sound morphs into a tight groan when Aether exposes his prize, Dew finally getting eager eyes on the one part of Aether that truly drives him insane. Dew rewards him with a hung jaw and the nicest little peek at his pink tongue.

"How long have you wanted this, droplet?" Aether keeps his voice soft and sultry, it feels appropriate. Dew pulls his hand back when Aether reaches for the hem of his shirt. He offers a shaky exhale when Aether pulls it up, revealing the softness of his belly.

"Since last time?" Aether tucks his shirt up under his armpits as he talks, unwilling to dislodge the little ghoul enough to shrug the thing off. Dew shakes his head and Aether's stomach swoops. "Longer?" Dew nods.

"Longer," he confirms, that wandering hand sliding its way up Aether's torso. Through the thatch of hair on his stomach, over along his ribs, up, up... "Since...since the first time I saw 'em."

That delicate hand cups one of his tits and Aether shudders.

Something about the way Dew feels pressed against him, the admission, how long he's wanted this - it all coalesces in Aether's core, a dense ball of desire that bleeds into every neuron.

"I couldn't stop thinkin' about it," Dew admits, giving a gentle squeeze, "after the first time they...the first time I saw you spray. The first time," Dew swallows hard, "- first time you let me taste it."

Aether's head spins at the wonderment threading Dew's voice. It's the way he'd sounded back when he first saw a rainstorm. The way he'd sounded on his first trip to the greenhouse. The way he'd sounded the very first time Aether kissed him all over, showing him just how good these human vessels could feel.

He can't believe Dew's held this back for so long. It's not like Dew had never sucked on his tits before, both like this and as they normally were. Usually while Aether jerked the both of them off in one of his massive hands. This, though, isn't something quite so vulgar. This request, this desire, feels intimate in a way Aether doesn't think he's ever experienced. It's certainly making his cock fat, no mistaking that, but that's easy to ignore. Easy to focus on the sweetness Dew's been exuding since they finished their joint instead.

"Please," Dew whispers, licking his lips and giving that tender bud a tug. "Please, can I?"

Dew thumbs over a nipple and it hits like lighting, recenters his focus. The little ghoul looks up at him with such need, such unbridled hunger in his eyes that Aether sees stars.

"Oh, baby," he sighs, bringing a hand to the back of Dew's neck. "You must be starving."

Dew makes the most beautiful sound when Aether guides his head forward, and Aether offers his own when those pretty pink lips wrap around his nipple. Dew's tongue feel simultaneously like silk and sandpaper against the tip of it, teasing flicks, just enough to make Aether hiss. He gives a few tentative sucks, just between his lips, and Aether holds him so tight.

"That's nice," he sighs, playing with the soft hairs at the base of Dew's skull. "You have such a nice mouth, you know that?"

Dew sighs through his nose, flushed cheeks going two shades darker. He takes more of Aether into his mouth, tongue laving at his areola as he works to latch on. Aether huffs when he hollows his cheeks and starts to really suckle.

"That's it tadpole, good job," he coos, relaxing back against the headboard. "Such a good boy for me."

The words come so easily, effortlessly. They just feel...right. Dew whines all the same, a painfully sweet sound that lights up every pleasure center in Aether's mind. At this point he doesn't know how much of this is the weed and how much is Dew, but he feels high as a kite all the same.

Dew's hand finds its way over his chest, rests at the top of his swollen pec, and starts to massage. Aether sucks air through his teeth at the feel of it, at the way Dew encourages his body to let go. To let down. To release.

He knows the moment it happens from the sound Dew makes. Something between a moan and a sob, muffled but obvious. The little ghoul goes completely limp in his lap as Aether feels it really start to flow, sinking deeper into him with every mouthful.

"Is that what you wanted, sweet boy?" Aether gets Dew supported with one arm, his other hand now free to stroke the little ghoul's warm cheek. "Wanted me to fill you up like this?"

Dew peers up through those long lashes of his, and Aether sees nothing but black. He nods, a tiny movement that runs no risk of dislodging him, and Aether finds it so very endearing. He's tempted to keep talking, but in the quiet he can actually hear Dew drinking him down, and once he notices it Aether feels little desire to hear anything else.

His hand travels aimlessly over the little ghoul's shoulder while he watches, down his bicep and onto his narrow chest. Dew's shifted back a bit since he latched on, more on his back than his side. His arm, no longer needed to massage, lays useless on the bed. Dew's legs have gone splayed too, spread wide and utterly relaxed. He looks so at peace.

Aether can't stop touching him though, and Dew certainly doesn't seem inclined to stop him.

It's slow, intentional. The way Aether traces his collar bone, the way he pets at the hollow of his throat. The way he drags his knuckles down Dew's sternum and across his chest. Aether just grazes a nipple and Dew makes a little hnng sound, eyes fluttering open to find Aether smiling down at him. He can't help it, not when Dew looks so blissful.

"That feel good?" Dew gives another minuscule nod, pushing his chest ever so slightly up into Aether's touch. "Mm, I thought so," he chuckles, moving to lay equal attention on Dew's other nipple. "Always so sensitive here aren't you?" Like he has to ask. Then, "Tingly yet?"

Dew makes another of those huffing sounds and closes his eyes again, and Aether takes that as a yes. He gives the little ghoul's nonexistant chest a squeeze, and Aether can't help but laugh when Dew's limp hand drifts up to grope his other tit in kind. It kneads at him the way it had the mattress earlier, firm and insistent, and Aether hopes that Dew can feel the way his cock twitches through the blankets.

Aether slides his hand down the flat, firm plane of his stomach, light and ticklish, and Dew whimpers.

"Are you tingly anywhere else?"

He nods fervently this time, bringing his legs together when Aether hooks two fingers into the waist of his flannels. He slips them down to Dew's creamy thighs in one tug, and with a sigh the little ghoul spreads them again. Gives Aether a nice eyeful of his pudgy little cock, clearly interested but not quite standing up on it's own yet. Aether purrs at the sight of it, taking Dew's slender length between two fingertips and giving it a wiggle.

Through it all, Dew never stops suckling. Never stops fondling his chest. Aether could call it greedy if he were in less of a giving mood, but the way Dew basks in him, in his care, makes it simply impossible to be anything but pleased.

It takes no time for Dew to start his own sort of leaking, coating Aether's fingers in slick before he's even half hard. No doubt sensitive as ever, but slower to respond from the weed. Aether doesn't mind, not when it gives him time to tease. He takes the slippery head between a few fingers and gives it little tugs that have Dew's skinny hips twitching up.

"What's this, sweetheart?" Aether teases as Dew slowly stiffens between his fingers. "Is someone getting excited?"

Dew flushes straight down his throat, nuzzling deeper into Aether's chest with an embarrassed little mewl. His toes are curling into the sheets already. Aether smiles as he takes Dew in hand and starts to really stroke, soft and slow. The little ghoul is so beautiful like this - weak and helpless in his arms, unable to resist the care Aether's set on providing him.

"Such a sweet boy," he coos, kissing Dew's hair just to hear the lovely sound he makes. "My sweet little Dewdrop."

He does look sweet, Aether thinks. His cute little cock is as pink as his cheeks and twice as wet. His face is buried in Aether's plush chest, a thin trail of milk slipping from the corner of his mouth when he's too dazed to swallow in time. He's getting noisier by the second, and the more he does the harder it is for Aether to hold himself back.

There's been a word on the tip of his tongue since all of this started, since Dew first confessed. Something he's wanted to say since that warmth began to bloom deep inside. Something that he worries may be too much, one step too far.

Dew moans as he throbs in his hand, and Aether throws caution to the wind.

"Let mommy make you feel good."

It's like a dam breaks. Dew's eyes fly open and his back arches, bony fingertips digging into Aether's chest and scrabbling at his back. His cock spits a blurt of pre that lands all the way on his stomach, and every inch of Aether goes red hot. Not the reaction he expected, but now Dew's working those little hips in panicky ruts up towards his loose fist and he isn't going to complain about that.

"Is that what you need, tadpole? Need mommy to milk it out of you?" His voice doesn't betray the thrumming desperation in his veins, and Dew's nod is nothing but frantic. Aether huffs out a soft laugh. "Use your words, darling. Tell me what you need."

Dew pops off his sore, puffy nipple with a gasp, drooling a mess of spit and milk before he can swallow it down. He looks out of his mind and all the more beautiful for it.

"Please mommy," Dew begs, breathless and shaky, and oh how wonderful it sounds pouring from his lips. "Please - please make me, mommy, make...make it cum, make my cock cum, please -"

"Are you gonna squirt for me already, sweetheart?"

Dew wails, panting and pleading while Aether pulls him closer to the edge. He really shouldn't tease, but it's impossible to resist. Dew's falling apart so fast, a babbling mess of bony limbs and unintelligible sounds. His hips jerk in an uneven rhythm, and Aether stills his hand so Dew can fuck it as he pleases.

It's Aether's turn to moan when he sees the little ghoul, through his haze of pleasure and overwhelm, try to latch on again. It's sloppy and uncoordinated, Dew leaving wet smears over his skin while he mashes his face into Aether's tit. Some milk dribbles out when he does and Dew laps it up like a man starved.

He looks so pretty when he's a mess.

"Keep your head still," Aether tells him, voice firm, and with a gurgling sound Dew does. Mostly. Close enough. His hips have long since lost contact with his brain. Aether doesn't mind. "Show me that tongue and I'll give you what you want."

Dew listens, eyes lidded and chest heaving as he lets it loll out of his mouth. Aether can feel how close he his, can feel how his little balls have snuggled up close to his body, but Dew's been so very good this morning. Surely he deserves a treat.

"Such a good boy."

Aether focuses the slightest spark of his magick into his chest, and Dew freezes as that warm, sweet stream splashes right onto his tongue.

"Now cum for mommy."

Dew's entire body goes taut, his eyes roll back, and in perfect silence the little ghoul paints his own chest and belly. Aether holds him so close when it hits, milking rope after pearly rope from Dew's spasming form. Watching his knees draw up and his tongue drip milk onto his chest. Every second is spent murmuring the sweetest praise in Dew's ear, words of deep, desperate affection that he hopes the little guy will remember when this is all said and done.

Dew whines the moment overstimulation starts to kick in, and Aether pulls back immediately. Lets Dew's messy little cock rest against his sticky tummy so he can wipe his hand on the blankets and stroke Dew's cheek. He looks so dazed, so brainless, and Aether has no choice but to kiss him.

He tastes so much sweeter now.

Aether sucks on Dew's tongue before he pulls back, rubbing along his spine and resting their foreheads together.

"Did you enjoy yourself, love?"

Dew makes a very silly sound, all dopey and fucked up. He wriggles a little, loops both arms around Aether's neck and pulls him back in for a kiss. Deeper this time, decadent and rich.

"Uh huh," he breathes the sound against Aether's lips. "But I'm not done." Aether pulls back, raises an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"Gotta get the other side," Dew says reasonably, already maneuvering himself with grace he certianly shouldn't have for how hard he just came. He straddles Aether's thighs, plants his hands on his tits and gives him the loveliest little smile. "Can I? Please?"

Aether pulls him in for a soft, chaste kiss.

"Whatever you want, baby boy."

Dew grins, spreads his knees, and grinds his ass directly into Aether's incredibly obvious erection. He grips those scrawny hips with a grunt

"Then let me sit on it this time, mommy."

Dew leans down, pops Aether's nipple into his mouth, and Aether doesn't know if he'll make it that far.

[her-satanic-wiles]

hi! I've been struggling with my college course and super stressed with it and I was wondering if you could write a Sodo/Swiss×reader where reader has a panic attack and they calm her down?

Thank you!

Hiya, lovely!

I don't normally answer requests and my requests are closed indefinitely, but I thought I'd make an exception with this. I hope you feel better soon, and please take breaks when you need to. I've been through college and uni (twice) and I know how fucking awful the assignments can be. Your loved ones are there for you when you need them. Eat, stay hydrated and please be kind to yourself!

I also decided to use both Sodo (Dew) and Swiss because fuck it. Why have one when you could have two? Warnings: sfw, detailed panic attacks, comfort.

Your teeth were numb from the heavy breathing you’d been doing, coupled with your racing mind and thumping heart, you were crouched in the corner of the L-shaped bookcase of the Ministry’s library. You were all alone in this section of the library, which is usually how you liked it. But today the weight of your assignments loomed over you and bore down on your shoulders, adding vast amounts of pressure to your mind you could barely concentrate on your homework. So much to do and not enough time to do it in left you feeling panicked and helpless.

And that’s how you found yourself in this position: crouched and shivering, fighting with your own lungs because they just wouldn’t fill. You’d barely had enough time to shoot Dewdrop a text that stated simply, help. Library. Before you felt your world crashing down around you and spinning on its axis at unbearable speeds.

When Dew arrived, he wasn’t alone: Swiss was swift on his heels once he’d called for him. They’d split up to try and find you as quickly as possible, and Dew was the first one to your position. Dew, immediately, no questions asked dropped to his knees in front of you and forced you to look at him.

“Slowly,” he commanded, calm and gentle as you needed him to be, yet urgent enough to have you listen, “breathe in… one… two… three… out… one… two… three…”

Swiss turned the corridor shortly after while Dew was helping you regulate your breaths, and picked up your bottle of water you’d left on the desk. Once your breathing had steadied and the tears began to flow, Swiss undid the cap for you and handed you the thermos. ���Small sips, baby,” he told you softly, “there you go.”

As Swiss’ large hands stroked your hair, Dew had wrapped you up in his arms and, once the water had been safely handed back to Swiss let you sob onto his shoulder.

Dew continued to hold you tightly, his embrace providing a sense of security amid the chaos that had enveloped your mind. He whispered words of reassurance, a soothing cadence that helped to ground you in the present moment.

“You’re okay. We’re here for you,” Dew murmured, his voice a steady anchor. “Take all the time you need. There’s no rush. We’ve got your back.”

Swiss, still stroking your hair with a tenderness that fit his kind demeanor, offered a comforting presence. “You’re not alone in this, okay? We’ll help you through it. One step at a time.”

As your sobs began to subside, Dew pulled away gently, keeping one hand on your shoulder. “Feeling a bit better?” he asked, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You managed a shaky nod, the weight on your chest easing with each passing moment. Swiss handed you a tissue, and you wiped away the remnants of your tears. They both stayed close, allowing you the space to gather yourself without judgment.

Swiss took a seat beside you, offering a warm smile. “You are smart, brave, and wonerful. We believe in you and love you so, so much.”

Dew chimed in, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. “And if you ever need a break, or just someone to talk to, we’re right here. The Ministry’s demands can be overwhelming, but you don’t have to face it alone.”

The three of you came to an agreement to leave the library and locate a more private area to reorganise. As you walked together, Dew draped an arm around your shoulders and Swiss on the other, making a safe cocoon. Their solidarity wrapped around you like a cosy shawl, bringing solace in the face of academic difficulty.

As the sun set below the horizon, giving a warm glow over the tranquil scene, you sat together in a hidden part of the library garden, surrounded by ancient trees and the soft whisper of leaves. Dew and Swiss listened to your concerns and fears, offering words of support and sharing their own experiences. The weight on your shoulders began to lift, and you were able to take strength from the support of loyal friends.

[captainsophiestark]

Mad Scientist

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Day 5 Prompt: "You're the smartest person I know."

Summary: Kol's dating a scientist who's buried in college-level work and more than ready for a ridiculous, fun version of science for a break.

Word Count: 1,685

Category: Fluff, Humor

Shoutout/Credit to The Scientific American for the info on how Mentos-Coke reactions work!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Darling? What do you think would happen if I made pancakes with Mountain Dew instead of water?"

I paused, my pen hovering over the page in the middle of summarizing my findings for a lab I'd been working on at my university. I didn't turn around to face my boyfriend, Kol Mikaelson, who stood behind me in the kitchen, instead just staring off in thought for a moment.

"I don't know," I said, finally turning around to look at Kol. "As far as I'm aware, water's not one of the things like baking soda or eggs that's insanely important to the chemistry of baking. As long as you have the same amount of liquid, it should be fine. Maybe a little sweeter than normal, but basically still a pancake."

Kol grinned. "Excellent."

"What exactly brought this on?" I asked, standing from the kitchen table in the Mikaelson compound where I'd been working and wandering towards my boyfriend. "Just out of curiosity."

"Well you see," he said, holding his hands out in a grand presentation gesture and fixing me with a giant grin. "While I was getting the ingredients for making pancakes, I also found Mountain Dew. The rest is history."

"Interesting..."

I trailed off as I finally reached Kol, stopping so I could hold onto his arm and lean around him to look at the ingredients laid out on the counter, Mountain Dew included. My eyes wandered back to my books, still open and waiting for me on the table. I had no desire to go near them again right now, and this was the absolute perfect distraction. I looked back up at the grinning face of my boyfriend.

"Do you need any help?"

Within half an hour, Kol and I's initial experiment had expanded to encompass the entire kitchen and just about every ingredient we had in it. The Mountain Dew pancakes hadn't been much different than the regular pancakes, so we'd gotten progressively more creative in our ingredient substations, snacking on our successes as we went. My books lay long-forgotten on the table, Kol enabling my chaotic science tendencies in the best way possible.

"What if we put pop rocks in it?" asked Kol as he riffled through a drawer of sweet treats in one corner of the kitchen. I hummed to myself as I mixed our latest version, with orange juice instead of water.

"I don't know," I said. "I think we'll just get little pieces of candy in it without the pop, since the liquid in the batter would probably dissolve the candies enough to trigger the reaction before anything else. We won't know for sure unless we test it, though."

I finished stirring, then wandered over to join Kol. He'd set the pop rocks on the table along with a few other types of candies, and now stood in the open door of the fridge. I rested my head on his arm and hummed thoughtfully, until my eyes landed on something else interesting in the fridge.

"Since you've been back in the modern world... has anyone introduced you to the marvel of Coke and Mentos?"

Kol turned to face me, eyebrows furrowed but a smile on his face.

"No love, I can't say they have."

I grinned. "Then I can't wait to be the one to show you."

I snatched the bottle of Coke out of the fridge, snagging the Mentos and a piece of paper with tape too before plopping them both down on the table where we'd been mixing our batter. Excitedly, Kol joined me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Okay, so first we need to make the tube to hold the Mentos,  to make sure they all drop in at the same time when we want them to," I explained while I worked. I rolled the paper into a tube, covering one end with my thumb and then holding it out for Kol. "Put seven Mentos in there, please."

He complied, sneaking one for himself and then passing one to me. I looked over my shoulder at him, smiling, and he leaned in to give me a soft kiss.

"What's next, darling?" he asked, his voice low. I leaned back into him a little more, but returned my attention to the Mentos.

"Now, it's time for the reaction. Unscrew the lid of the soda, please." Kol took care of it, shifting a little behind me in anticipation. "Good. Now, I'm gonna dump these in, and after I do we're gonna step all the way back, okay?"

"Okay. And what happens after that?"

I shot him a grin over my shoulder. "Science."

With that, I put the tube of Mentos to the neck of the bottle, then quickly moved my thumb and let them drop all at once into the soda.

Kol's grip tightened on my waist as he used his vampire speed to get me to the far edge of the kitchen, hopefully out of the splash zone. A moment later, the reaction started, and the soda quickly bubbled and fizzed until it became a geyser, exploding out of the bottle. Kol gasped from behind me as it hit the ceiling, and I smiled.

The reaction didn't last very long, but once it fizzled down, it took Kol a minute to let me go and move to meet my eyes. He had a ridiculous grin on his face that I quickly mirrored.

"That was amazing, darling," he said. I practically glowed at the compliment.

"Thanks! It's really cool how it all works, actually. See, carbonated beverages are full of dissolved carbon dioxide gas, which wants to form bubbles and escape the pressure of the liquid. But to do that, it has to break its bonds with the water and interact with itself. Because the Mentos candies are actually covered in a bunch of tiny grooves, it makes it easier for the bonds between the carbon dioxide and the water to break, making the reaction of bubbles escaping the soda happen at a much, much faster rate!"

I'd started pacing a little, gesturing with my hands as I explained, but froze when I realized I'd been rambling for more than a little. I turned back to Kol with a grimace.

"Sorry. I know you probably don't care about how it works-"

"What? No! That was excellent, the way you explained everything!" He grabbed my hands in his as he pointedly met my eyes. "Darling, you're the smartest person I know. And it's absolutely incredible. Please don't ever apologize for the way your eyes light up and your voice gets all excited when you talk about something you love. It's one of my favorite things in the world to see."

I started tearing up a little bit at Kol's words, and as soon as he finished speaking I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, kissing him, hard. He smiled into the kiss and wasted no time wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me tighter to him. Finally, after a few long moments, I pulled gently away.

"As much fun as I'm having... I do need to finish the lab writeup for my actual science class."

Kol sighed and ran a hand through his hair, then fixed me with a devilish grin.

"Fine. As long as you promise to let me know anytime you have an experiment to do that I can sit in on."

I beamed back at him. "I promise."

Kol gave me a sweet smile, then leaned in and kissed me one last time. Despite the homework hovering in the other corner of the kitchen, I could feel Kol sucking me in and distracting me to the point that I didn't care about my work. I was just about to give in, too, when someone coughed loudly from behind us.

Kol and I turned around to find Elijah standing in the kitchen doorway, his eyes scanning the disaster zone the kitchen had turned into. Soda still dripped from the ceiling, and horrifying pancake mutations were spread on almost every surface.

Elijah sighed heavily, his exhausted stare turning back to me and Kol.

"I trust that this will all be cleaned up before the two of you run off to other activities? Preferably sooner than later?" he deadpanned. Kol scoffed, and I tried and failed to fight a guilty grin.

"Yes, Elijah. We'll take care of it," I said. He nodded once, pausing to stare at everything for an extra moment before shaking his head.

"Good."

With that, he turned and walked out of the kitchen. Even without vampire hearing, I heard his heavy, long-suffering sigh from the other room. I turned to Kol and giggled.

"Oops."

"He loves it," Kol said confidently, waving me off. "We keep his life interesting."

"Well, that second part is definitely true. Come on, let's clean up at least a little bit of the mess. We need to do it at some point anyway, and I really do need to go back to my homework."

Kol booed and rolled his eyes, but moved to start helping me deal with the mess anyway. He picked up the now mostly-empty bottle of soda and held it thoughtfully, then turned to me with a glimmer in his eye that I loved.

"You know darling, if we pointed these in a specific direction for the reaction... we could probably shoot the soda at Elijah and the rest of my siblings."

I grinned. "We absolutely could do that."

We stared at each other for a few beats, nodding slowly, communicating without words.

"I'll superspeed cleanup," Kol finally said. I nodded.

"I'll finish my lab writeup as fast as possible."

"And I'll go get more soda and Mentos while you do."

I high-fived Kol as I crossed the room to retake my seat at the kitchen table and he turned into a vampire-tornado of cleaning. We had evil masterplans to enact, after all, and with the two of us working like a well-oiled machine, the rest of Kol's family and anyone else in this house didn't stand a chance.

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[hypnoneghoul]

i don't have anything specific but maybe could we get Dew/Rain or Mount/Rain filthy fic with piss pretty please? *puppy eyes*

oh anon i loved this... i chose mounty and rain and i hope you enjoy *wink* it didnt wanna get written tho so i hope it doesn't suck too bad because I'm not really happy with how it turned out

1,3k words, light puppy play, transmasc mountain (earth ghoul pussy <3), vag and anal sex and fingering, creampie, pissing in the ass because I love filth

Mountain got into those particular moods sometimes, when all he needed was to be taken out of his head in a specific way, only possible by the hands of one ghoul. Rain knew that perfectly well and cherished that knowledge.

This time it was no different. The earth ghoul was sulking around all grumpy, and Rain couldn’t take it. Not much conversation needed to happen when he looked at Mountain with that special look in his eyes. Soon enough they were in Rain’s room, Mountain standing bare before him.

“Want me to make it better, hm?” Rain purred, running his hands up and down the other’s chest.

“Please,” the earth ghoul whispered and Rain smirked. He grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down gently, just a suggestion. Mountain lowered himself down until his knees hit the carpeted floor with a thud.

“Good boy. You just need to be reminded of your place, yeah? Fucked and claimed but with love. I know, I know. I’ve got you,” Rain tutted, softly petting through Mountain’s hair as he floated further and further away. “I’ll fill you up soon enough. Go, hop up on the bed. I’ll be right there.”

Mountain was slightly reluctant to move away, but he obeyed, padding over to the bed and kneeling in the middle of it. Rain downed one more glass of water before joining him. “Hands and knees, Mounty. You know what I want.”

He did know, and he could feel his cunt clench and ooze out even more slick than it already did at the thought.

“Good puppy,” Rain praised him as he was slowly getting rid of his own clothes. His mouth watered and his cock twitched at the sight of Mountain’s damp pussy all plump and shiny with slick once his back was arched, presenting perfectly. He’d love to bury his face in it, but that’s not what the plan for tonight was. Another time.

The earth ghoul whined quietly into the pillow and while Rain would normally scold him for making unnecessary noise and being greedy, this time he took it as a sign to bring his fingers up and finally touch him. He dipped a finger in between his folds and dragged it through amounts of slick that could rival a water ghoul. He let out a small gasp when Rain’s cold finger made contact with his flushed pussy, but before he could get any meaningful stimulation it was gone.

“Delicious,” he heard Rain murmur behind him and soon enough the tips of two fingers sank slowly into his cunt up to the third knuckle. Mountain moaned and arched his back even further, tail hooked high up over his hip. “There we go.”

Both of them knew this wasn’t supposed to be the focus of his handwork, though, and as if on cue, Rain’s fingers retracted from the earth ghouls cunt again and scooped up some more slick before moving higher up to his asshole.

“You ready?” A high pitched whimper muffled by the pillows was an answer enough, so he gently pushed a finger in, reveling in the tightness. He couldn’t wait to feel it around his dick. Later, though.

Rain fingered Mountain slowly, carefully stretching him as he tried so very hard to keep relatively quiet and still. Soft praises escaping from Rain’s mouth all the time most certainly didn’t help in keeping the earth ghoul’s mind present. It was alright, though. His brain wasn’t needed.

One finger became two and then three and soon enough Rain deemed Mountain ready for getting somewhat of a relief. He tried his best to be good, to be a good puppy that deserved Rain’s attention, that deserved to be fucked, filled and claimed by him.

The water ghoul patted his ass playfully and moved up onto his knees, his hard and leaking dick begging for stimulation, too. Rain dragged the tip through the wetness of Mountain’s folds and brought it to his very entrance.

“Gonna get it soon, puppy, just relax for me and take it,” he sighed and slowly pushed in, spearing Mountain on his cock inch by inch until his hips were flush with the other’s ass. They both shuddered as Rain waited, giving the two of them a moment to adjust. He folded over the earth ghoul to lovingly nuzzle his face into his already sweaty back, but the position put uncomfortable pressure on his full bladder. Less time than he thought, then.

“P– please,” Mountain whimpered, wiggling his hips, and Rain groaned as he slowly pulled out so just the tip stayed in.

“Gotcha, pup,” he grunted and thrusted back in, making both of them moan in unison. It felt too good and the filthy squelch of Mountain’s wet cunt was making Rain truly dizzy. He groaned and moaned as he fucked in and out of the earth ghoul, chasing only his own pleasure. Mountain would get his reward later.

Rain gripped the other’s hip with his fingers, dimpling the flesh. The thoughts of what was to come, what was about to happen, was egging him on, getting him closer and closer to the edge. It was all for Mountain, but Rain got off on it just the same. The earth ghoul was getting desperate, though, pushing his ass back and whining like a truly hurt little puppy.

“Nearly there, pup,” Rain breathed out, eyes squeezed shut as he thrusted a handful more times before his body tensed all up and he moaned loudly, spilling his load deep inside Mountain’s cunt. The earth ghoul himself was close, too, betrayed by the almost perfectly timed clenches and twitches of his insides and he didn’t have to spit out his pleas for Rain to know.

“Please, please, Rain, n– need it,” he babbled as he had to physically restrain himself from cumming before he got what he wanted. What he needed. The water ghoul wouldn’t dare to disappoint him, though. He pulled out before he could go truly soft, reveling in the sight of the wet mess of slick and cum that Mountain’s cunt was now, and even though Mountain knew he was not going anywhere, his fuzzy brain registered abandonment. He couldn't take not getting it. He cried out, tears pooling in his eyes, “Rain, please…”

“I‘m here,” he groaned and all but shoved himself into the earth ghoul’s ass. They both cried out this time, Rain at the overstimulation and Mountain at finally being so close to getting what he so desperately wanted. Rain’s forehead thumped against the other’s spine as he snaked his hand under him to toy with his clit.

“Are you ready, baby?” he asked once more and Mountain wailed, clenching around him. Rain hissed and squeezed his eyes as he relaxed as best as he could and let go.

The earth ghoul sobbed as his orgasm washed over him when warm piss started filling him up to the brim. Rain lay limply bent over his back, panting, and Mountain was shaking and crying, his legs giving out, making him flop down with the other ghoul clinging to him. He was filthy, soaked with slick, cum, sweat and piss, but he had never felt so at peace as now. Pleasantly filled, claimed and so close to Rain.

The room was filled only with the sound of both their heavy breathing for a good few minutes, the water ghoul sprawled out on top of Mountain with his dick still inside his hole, as piss slowly trickled out of him.

“Feel better, pup?”

“Mhmmm…”

[skele-bunny]

Your bpd Dew is so real to me, please more

I just posted the thing like 6 minutes ago wHO ARE YOU /silly

At first, Dewdrop overwhelmed the FUCK out of Aether and Mountain. They were so deeply exhausted from his constant yelling and mood swings. They loved him so very much, but it was mentally taxing to go from one moment just whispering their absolute love for one another to Dew screaming about how they don't care about him, then another whiplash of him begging at their feet to never leave him.

Aether finally sat him down and was like "You need therapy. Bad." They all honestly thought it was his body and mind finally reacting to his abuse, and in a way, it is.

Got that "pretty" (sarc) little diagnosis. It finally clicks with all of them after a learning more about it like, "Yeah. Yeah that makes sense."

Aether gets better at recognizing Dew's splits, it's usually super lovey or super aggressive over "nothing" in Aether's eyes. He never once invalidates Dew for what he's feeling, getting better and better to calm him, making compromises to his needs.

But he also knows when to step away when it's getting too much. They were having a genuine argument after the talk of their previous pack came up, Dew just simply brushing off what happened to him and Aether quipping back about what actually happened.

"It wasn't that fucking bad! You keep saying this shit and it's never true, you're just trying to make our pack look bad!"

"Dew, what they did WASN'T okay! You can't be brushing off that behavior as normal!"

"Oh, what, are you fucking ashamed that you're part of that pack too or what?"

Aether just puts his hands up, taking a breath and starts going to the door. "I'm walking away. We can come back to this later."

"Go the fuck ahead! Leave since that's what you're so fucking good at!"

The door shuts and Aether can hear something be thrown at it, but he just ignores and calms down. He takes a very heated walk around the abbey and the gardens, needing a good hour before he's finally ready to come back to Dew. When his knock isn't answered he just lets himself in, seeing their absolutely demolished room and Dew in the furthest corner on the bed. He sniffling, eyes bloodshot from the amount of tears, starting again when Aether walks all the way in. He's wracked with sobs, crawling to the end and holding onto his shirt, making sure he's as close as possibly.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, you came back... You came back, I'm so sorry, please don't leave me again, please."

"Of course I'd come back... Hey, hey, lets take a deep breath okay?"

Dew's still babbling but doing his best until he's able to breathe normally. "You ready to talk?"

He just nods and Aether joins him on the bed, and Dewdrop just really bad needs physical reassurance. They're holding each other while they talk about their individual feelings, how what the other said effected them.

"When you said that I must've been ashamed, it hit me in two ways. I would never be ashamed, as that's where I met you and it felt like you were demonizing us. Then, you were comparing me to Omega and Ifrit. You know what they did to you love, and maybe it was me misinterpreting what you said, but it made me think you seen me in the same light as them."

"I'm sorry. I meant about you being ashamed to even be associated with us, which made me start thinking you were ashamed of me. Sometimes I just... Blank out about them, and I only really remember positives when I'm in such like... A white thinking headspace. I'm really sorry."

"I'm really sorry, too. I love you more than anything in this world, and I'm sorry for leaving you alone, it's just I knew I needed to walk away."

"I'm glad you did... Are you mad at me for breaking the room?"

"A little, but it's okay. It's replaceable and fixable. As long as you help me pick it up, does that sound fair?"

"Yeah..."

Aether just snuggling against Dewdrop's shoulder, kissing his cheek after. "In the future, how about when we start talking about our old pack, we make a codeword for when we think the other is being excessive or something comes off wrong and upsets the other?"

"I think I'd like that..."

So they have "chocolate Terzo candies." Which can be said casually but completely odd they'd understand it. It's long, but it's enough for them to process! Honestly, it works amazing.

They learned together that if Dew is given a task to specifically calm down from his fp splits, he's more inclined to do it and finally regulate himself. His mind will stick as "I'm so fucking upset/angry at him, but if I do xyz like he asked, he'll see how good I am." It just mellows his process down SO much and it's usually something Aether knows Dewdrop will enjoy. His mindset then switches to "I'm glad Aether showed me this. Once he comes back, I'll show him I did as he asked, and maybe we can talk more." Which leads into talking about the split

Idk I just love them dude

[wrathofrats]

🔫your thoughts on ghoul bush. NEOW jk jk... unless?

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Awful (amazing) news!!! I am fucking weird. Have a bunch of ghoul pussy headcanons, now featuring ALL OF THE GHOULS!!!!!!

Or every ghoul has a pussy and this is my opinions on it bc I’m normal and also well adjusted. Current ghouls first and oldies under cut.

Mountain: hairy. Does not do any maintenance. Fat vulva. Don’t think he’s very sensitive, gets averagely wet. Think he’s got a nice average pussy honestly, long labia, average tdick.

Swiss: think he keeps a trimmed bush, hairy thighs but he likes things tidy. Obviously fat mound. You can see it through his shorts. Another average tdick but oh it protrudes through his folds so much. Tight and wet as fuck, you can get him leaking with just a bit of touching.

Dew: small amount of hair, think it kinda annoys him so he doesn’t like to deal with it. No visible dick. Can easily get a couple fingers in him with little effort.

Phantom: keeps his little bush tidy. Small little dick but it’s there and fuck he’s needy and sensitive, can barely keep his hands off of it.

Rain: he’s hairless. Water ghoul things or whatever. Also he’s a priss (with love) voted best ghoul pussy 2024 on wraths account with 30 ish percent of the votes. Obscenely wet, size queen. Has a tentacle if you get him worked up enough and ohhh he can’t keep that thing away from his hole when he’s needy enough.

Cirrus: HAIRY!!!! BUSH!!!! LESBIAN BUSH FOR THE WIN YEAHHHHH. Anyways I love her. Think shes the opposite of sensitive. Takes a lot to get her wet, or even loose enough to fuck.

Cumulus: small little patch of hair, keeps up with it a lot. Don’t think she likes a lot of hair elsewhere. Easy to fuck, she can take a lot. Her clit isn’t insanely sensitive but ohhh she is fucking putty in your hands if you get something inside of her.

Aurora: hairless, she’s a priss like rain. Also a size queen, needs to be filled to the brim to be satisfied. Def gets pretty wet, could get that thing drooling just by rubbing her clit for a bit.

Sunshine: hairy. Kinda keeps it maintained but eh. Think her clit is fucking big, think she gets pretty wet too.

Aether: ohhhhh aether pussy… def full bush but keeps it trimmed down. Big labia, Fat fucking tdick, honestly probably big enough to get it inside someone if he tried. I just … imagine that fat clit drooling all over his hairy thighs and folds and … uhsskedndn

Ifrit: big tdick, think he keeps himself maintained, small little bush but hairy thighs. Also sensitive, gets pretty wet for a fire ghoul, think he’s a bit easy.

Zeph: very well kept bush, it annoys them. Doesn’t love anything inside of them vaginally, hurts a bit and takes a while to stretch them so they don’t bother often.

Ivy: think he’s hairless. Small mound, pretty average cunt, but sensitive and will be a mess if you get your hand on his clit. Absolutely will collapse just from two fingers in him.

Pebble: pretty hairy. Fucking wet but gets embarrassed about being so easy. Insanely sensitive clit. Think him and Ivy sometimes just rub their cunts together instead of doing anything properly because they both get stupid and drooling with just a little grinding. Also an average tdick, enough to stroke and play with

Delta: hairless water ghoul strikes again. Little tdick. Don’t think he’s as bad as the rest about being wet, doesn’t love being touched.

Mist: hairless water ghoulette what did you expect. Has a small tentacle for a clit. Very wet as is on brand for water ghouls, puffy pussy <3

River: no hair as usual. Tentacle clit, think he’s pretty sensitive.

Lake: also no hair are you surprised be honest. Smaller tdick but it’s enough. Clit isn’t super sensitive but loveeess to be filled. Little tentacle, smallest of the water ghouls with full tentacles.

Cowbell: actually I think he maintains his bush. Long labia, average clit. Think he’s just got a pretty regular pussy

Alpha: hairy as fuck. Big tdick. Size queen but won’t admit it, that ghoul loves to be fucking stretched wide.

Omega: also hairy as fuck with a big tdick. Just imagine old trans man frottage???? Hairy pussys grinding together with their little dicks??? Enough to stroke both with one hand???? Wet and obscene???? Yeah

Water: hairless, little tdick and a tentacle. Think he’s got the biggest tentacle of all the water ghouls. Thing has a mind of its own.

Earth: hairy as fuck, fat fucking mound. Big ass tdick. YEAHHHHH

Air: maintained bush, average tdick, average wetness, 10/10 average pussy

[sentientgolfball]

hi!!! i love your blog and writing! i wanna request a silly + cute request of reader and phantom sliding on ice, since its phantoms first time on the surface and he'd never experienced it before. But phantom isn't exactly being graceful and ends up hanging onto an amused reader for dear life! I headcanon there is a lake/wide river near the ministry so maybe they'd try "skating" there once its frozen :]!!

Hi!!! Thank you so much <33 I hope you enjoy this :3 I basically used this as an excuse to make a little holiday special

My requests are open !

You slowly cracked your eyes open, blinking from the morning light shining through your window. You can already feel the chill of the room on the parts of your face not covered by the massive amounts of blankets in your bed. You sigh contentedly and burrow just a bit deeper. It was the weekend and you had managed to snag some days off of your normal duties. You were in no rush to get up. You lazily shift to try to see the little digital clock you kept on your desk, just to see if you had to bother the kitchen staff for breakfast or not. Or maybe lunch? You really had no idea how long you got to sleep in for. 

When you poke your head up instead of seeing the little red numbers you were met with mismatched purple eyes. 

“Hi.” 

You jump up, flinging a pillow at their head. 

“Phantom what the fuck? How the fuck?” 

Your door is still closed and, more importantly, locked. 

“Ow” they say with a little grin “cool senses still work so this isn’t the afterlife.” 

“Why would this be the afterlife Ant?” 

“Well ya know how it’s been really super cold?” 

You nod, a little confused as to where this is heading. 

“Well last night I looked outside cause there was stuff on the windows and there was just” he gestures sporadically “stuff falling out of the sky and covering everything. It looked like ash, but it was too light to be ash so it obviously had to be a sign the apocalypse was starting.” 

Obviously 

You have to hold back a smile. 

“So what does that have to do with you magically breaking into my room?” 

“At first I was checking to see if you were dead and then you weren’t but then I was too scared to leave” his ears twitch as he recounts their thought process. 

Despite still not entirely understanding how they seem to be able to just poof into whatever room they want, you couldn’t be mad at him. Actually it was the exact opposite. You were very amused that he believed snow meant the end of the world. You couldn’t really blame them though, this was the first snow of the season. The first snow he and Aurora would see. 

You throw the mound of blankets off you and walk over to the window. You throw the curtains fully open and look out at the courtyard. You gasp and huff a laugh. There was so much. 

“What? What is it? It’s the angels isn’t it ohhh I’m not ready for this.” 

“Come and look Ant” you hold out your hand for them. 

They take it as they step over, squeezing immediately. He stands there facing the window with his eyes closed. 

“Open your eyes. I think you’ll like it.” 

He slowly blinks them open, making a little noise at how bright it is outside. When he finally takes a real look at the winter scene, his pupils dilate so much the black practically takes up all the color. 

“Pretty” he starts to purr, moving closer to the window. They’re practically pressed against it at this point, breath fogging the glass. 

“Why does it look like that?” 

“It’s snow. It’s what happens when it gets cold enough outside for clouds to freeze.” 

“It looks like those movies Dew’s been watching” you can hear his piercings jingle from his tail flicking. 

Movies Dew’s been watching

That gave you an idea. You let go of their hand and move to your closet. You begin digging around for as many sweatshirts, hats, gloves, and coats you can find. You toss a bundle onto your bed for yourself. You poke your head out to eyeball Phantom whose face is now actually pressed against the glass. You sift through your clothes until you find enough things you think will fit them. You turn and toss the bundle at him. 

He makes a small noise when it hits him.

“What’s this for?” He asks, voice muffled by the layers of fabric on his head. 

“We’re going outside.” 

“OUTSIDE” 

They try to pull the sweater off their head but it gets stuck on his horns. You laugh and help him pull it off. 

“Yes outside. We’re gonna play.” 

You both get dressed in the snow gear and head out to the courtyard. Apparently you weren’t the only one who thought it would be fun to show the newest ghoul what snow was. The rest of the ghouls were outside already along with a handful of other Siblings. The moment you open the door, Phantom falls face first into the snow. He yelps and immediately springs back up shaking his head to get all of it off. 

“Cold! So very cold! It looks so soft, why is it so cold and evil?” 

“I told you it was frozen!” You laugh stepping out into it. 

He gingerly follows you out, very pleased when they realize the chill isn’t seeping into their boots. 

“Looks like Aurora had the same thought as you.” 

In the distance you both can see Aurora clinging to Mountain’s back. Ever from here you can see her shivering despite the massive pink puffer she has on. Phantom opens his mouth to say something, but they’re immediately cut off by a face full of snow. 

“Glad you could finally join us, Bug!” Swiss calls, waving from behind a very rough looking snow fort. 

You feel a snowball hit your back. You turn in the direction you assumed it came from. 

“Sorry Sibling! That was meant for Swiss, Dew just can’t aim.” Sunshine pops up from her own fort. 

“Hey who’s fucking team are you on!” Dew shoves a snowball into her face. 

“Are you gonna pick a side Bug?” Cumulus asks from Fort Swiss. 

“Side?” 

“For a snowball fight” you clarify. 

“They’re gonna fight?” He looks genuinely concerned for a moment. 

“Not a real fight” you laugh “they’re just gonna take a handful of snow and throw them at each other like this.” 

You bend down and scoop up snow, packing it until it takes the lumpy form of a snowball. You put it in his hand. 

“Now pick a target and throw.” 

“Are you gonna play?” 

“Absolutely not. I had bruises for days last winter. But you’ll be fine.” 

They look almost torn between you and the snowball, that is until another one knocks you in the head followed by laughter from Fort Sunshine. Without a second thought Phantom throws the ball, hitting Dew square in the face. The snow melts almost immediately and he looks pissed, though it’s very easy to see the amused glint in his ember eyes. 

“They’ve spoken! Get over here Bug!” Swiss yells quickly making more snowballs. 

“That’s my cue to leave. Have fun and don’t let them win.” 

You jump off onto the sidelines as Phantom runs and jumps behind Fort Swiss just as Sunny throws a massive looking snowball. 

You stand and watch the fight for a bit chatting with Mountain, Aurora, and Rain before the latter gets summoned by Dew for backup. Rain sighs, but there’s a smile on his face as he runs over. 

“Okay which one of you shits is throwing ice balls!” 

Swiss’ head pops up, eyes glowing gold as the snow melts off him. Rain avoids eye contact trying to hide his grin.

“Dirty little water ghoul, I thought we said no elements this year!” 

“Rora” Cumulus calls “Come help us!” 

Her tail flicks at the mention of her name. She stares at the snow for a moment. A fang filled grin crosses her face as she leaps off of Mountain’s back running over. You can already see her eyes turning blue as she calls her water to the surface. 

You watch the fight pick up in intensity. After a while Mountain leaves to go warn Aether and Omega they’ll probably be getting some visitors soon when Cirrus comes over with Ifrit. It’s at that point you realize you lost sight of Phantom. You scan the scene looking for any little bit of purple when you feel a tap on your shoulder. 

“Hi.” 

“Got tired of the fight?” 

They nod. 

“Do you wanna go see something cool?” 

They nod again, tail flicking with excitement. 

You take his hand leading him into the woods. You may not enter often, a bit fearful of Ivy and their hellhounds, but you had made this a tradition since you arrived at the Ministry. You knew this path well. You were so happy to share it with Phantom. As you approach your destination the noises of ghouls and Siblings playing have faded, you can hear the occasional shout but that’s all. 

“We’re here.” 

You lead him out of the wintery brush into a small clearing where normally a river cuts through. Now though, it’s frozen solid and shining like crystal in the bright light. 

“What are we—what are you doing!” 

You walk to the edge carefully testing your weight on the ice. Not a single crack. You slowly put both feet on carefully walking around. 

“Come skate with me Phantom.” 

He takes a tentative step onto the surface, mirroring your actions. Once he realizes he’s not going to fall through, he takes a step in your direction. He slips and nearly faceplants, but you slide over just in time to support him. You laugh, helping him regain his balance. 

“This would be so much easier if I had my claws” they scowl at the boots they’re wearing. 

“Yes but then you’d be frozen.” 

“Fair point but I think if I move I’m gonna fall over and die.” 

“You’re not” you squeeze his arm “follow my lead and trust me.” 

They cling to you, wrapping their tail around one leg. You slowly slide forward on the ice trying to get Phantom to copy the way your feet move. He seems to pick up on it as you move down the river. You two only get a few feet away from the starting point when he slips again, digging his claws in and clinging closer. You give him a second to compose himself before continuing the little journey. 

As you go, you pass a snowed over weeping willow and Phantom gives you a heart attack with the gasp he lets out. They scamper off the ice to the best of their ability to get a closer look at the way the frozen branches sag and glitter. 

“It’s so…”

“Beautiful.” 

You stand next to him brushing shoulders. 

“This is why I love winter. No other season can give you a sight quite like this.” 

You lean your head against them. 

“I think I love winter too.” 

“Really? Not too cold anymore.” 

“No” he laughs “I’m freezing, but everything is so shiny.” 

You hum a response. You two stand there for a bit longer admiring the winter forest before his fangs start clacking. You head back to the Ministry exhausted but happy with the day you had with Phantom. 

Back in your room, you’ve peeled off your snow clothes and hung them up to dry along with theirs. You sit on your bed messing with your snow damp hair while Phantom sticks his face directly in front of your heater. There’s a knock. 

You open the door to see Sunshine grinning at you. 

“Phantom I think you’re being summoned.” 

“Again?” 

“I’m not just here for them” Sunny says “I also wanted to see if you maybe possibly wanted to join us in the den for movie night. Dew feels bad for pelting you twice but he wouldn’t admit it.” 

“What’s in it for me?” 

“Swiss made hot chocolate and ghoul hugs.” 

“You had me at Swiss made” you turn towards Phantom “Ant grab a blanket or two let’s go to the den.” 

You end up cuddled up with Phantom on a couch, buried under blankets and purrs vibration around you. Swiss brings a tray in with a mug for everyone, a bowl of marshmallows and sprinkles, and whipped cream. Dew is hunched over a box sifting through the dvds. He jumps up immediately, taking it to the player when he finds what he’s looking for. 

“Seriously? Christmas Carol again?” Swiss teases.

“Hey nobody complained when he wanted to watch Nightmare Before Christmas every time they got to pick I don’t wanna hear it.” 

Phantom flusters a little at Dew’s callout, mumbling into his mug. You grab the one meant for you and settle in, getting cozy with Phantom beside you. 

The day ends just like how it began. Covered in blankets with a ghoul nearby. 

[farter-imperator]

Since we all know how much I love whumping Dew...

Dew's heats are hell.

They're not sexy in the slightest. They used to be, back when he was a water ghoul, but something changed in the makeup of his body after he changed essences, and now heats are just a week long hell for him.

He usually gets about a week's prewarning before his heat hits. He knows it's coming when his chest is so sensitive he almost cries at the feeling of his partners playing with it, and when he keeps getting told off by his packmates for 'snapping', even though he hadn't realised he was so pissed off.

He knows exactly when his heat hits, because he'll be struck by an almighty cramp that makes his guts feel like they're twisting around themselves, caught in a vice. Normally it hits during the night, when he's thankfully alone, but it's happened during the day, only a few times. He'd dropped to his knees and his packmates had been so concerned the first time that they carried him straight to the infirmary, just to be told that he was in heat.

Dew doesn't get horny during his heat. At all.

He used to, back when he was a water ghoul. Water ghouls are famed for their wetness (obviously) and Dew would somehow wreck even the waterproof sheets with how wet he would get during heats.

Nowadays, he still soaks through the sheets, but it's with sweat rather than slick. He has high fevers, above what is lethal for a human, burning up like a furnace as he lays in bed, surrounded by a puddle of sweat.

With the stomach aches he has, too, there's no question why he isn't horny. The pain gets so intense that all he can do some days is lay on his side in the fetal position, his arms wrapped tight around his waist, and cry. He doesn't want anyone up in his business when he's like this.

Swiss tried, once, just to see if it would ease Dew's pain. It did not. And he ended up with a slightly burnt cock for his efforts.

He's not very sociable during his heats. He prefers to lock himself in his room and deal with the heat alone, not wanting the pity from his packmates. However, his packmates always seem to come and sit by him anyways. Damn Sunny and her lockpicking skills.

Cumulus helps him sip at some broth when he has no appetite, then strokes his hair and holds the bin when the cramps get so bad that the broth comes straight back up.

Aether tries to use his quintessence on him, but it doesn't put a dent in the amount of discomfort Dew's in. He can't even get him to sleep with his quintessence when he's at the peak of his heat.

Cirrus offers a cooling touch with her air essence. She'll rest her hand on his forehead and his brows will relax, his glazed-over eyes drooping in pleasure as he cools down ever so slightly for the first time in days.

Mountain trims some herbs for Dew and strains them into a tea that Dew doesn't drink. He also offers companionship. He sits by the bed, on the floor, in complete silence, his pinky finger linked with Dew's. He knows that Dew gets headaches during his heat, and he knows that he wouldn't like to be talked at when he's in this much pain, anyways.

Rain helps with Dew's hydration. Dew has no appetite or thirst like this, but with the amount he's sweating, he needs to keep his water intake up. They figured out a few hears ago that Dew had small patches of skin over his body that hadn't quite transitioned to fire ghoul, where he could take in water through his skin. Rain holds his hands over these patches and transfers some of the water from his essence to Dew this way, to ensure he doesn't get too dehydrated.

Copia worries. He stands by the doorway, unsure if he should bother his little devil. Sometimes he goes in, only after Dew weakly calls for him. He sits on the edge of the bed, strokes Dew's hair, works out all the tangles with his fingers. Dew will hold onto his wrist tight, as if he's steadying himself against the way that the room spins. Copia tries to soothe him the best he can. He doesn't really know how to help in this situation. He absolutely hates seeing him in this much pain, they all do.

[sphylor]

hey sphy i have come to bonk you. the ghouls treating rain like royalty >:]

"No" isn't a word that drifts past Rain's ears often. In almost every circumstance he gets what he wants, and he knows this. He knows if he bats those long eyelashes of his and looks up with his doe eyes, people seem hard pressed to refuse his request. Normally, he doesn't even have to ask. The other ghouls seem content to throw themselves at his feet. Eager, even. To practically grovel for him.

Rain doesn't take advantage of this... often. Never for anything malicious. Just small favours. Aether will pass his drinks to him even if they're within his arm's reach. "Can't have you straining your arms." he always says in his humble medical opinion. And who's Rain to argue with that advice? He just smiles sweetly and graciously accepts the service. As does he whenever Sunshine fluffs up the pillows he rests on (“Now we want you to be comfortable, don’t we?”). And when Cirrus plays her piano just for him whilst Cumulus sings his favourite songs. Or when Mountain plucks a flower to hand to Rain whenever he visits the greenhouse (“A rain lily, only comparable to your beauty by name.”). And he’s lost count of the amount of times Swiss has held his hand down the stairs, turning with a wink and lifting it to lips to press a kiss into it once they reached the bottom. Even the new ghoul and ghoulette quickly fell into line, Phantom offering to pick up Rain’s chores whilst Aurora painted his claws pretty shades blue.

The word “princess” was first uttered when they first tried on the new uniforms. He could feel Dew’s eyes on him the entire time. As he looked at himself in the mirror he could see why. The frills on his sleeves and the lovely blue cape made him look like royalty. And he couldn’t deny the idea went to his head a little.

When Rain left to go back to his room, he heard footsteps following him dutifully. Before he could reach out to open the door, Dew sprung out from behind and opened it for him, almost bowing, Rain thought, as he passed him to enter the room. Dew closed the door but made no move to enter the room further, choosing to hover near the entrance still. Rain turned to look at him, an amused smile playing at his lips at the sight of just how dumbfounded his fire ghoul looked. “Something wrong, Droplet?” was the question he never got a response to as Dew walked over to him and knelt down at his feet, looking up at him with all the reverence and devotion in the world. 

“Please, Rainy.” His voice sounded wrecked already.

“You want to make me feel good, Droplet? Treat me like a princess?” Rain asked innocently.

Dew dropped his head against Rain’s leg, running his hands up his thighs and towards his zipper. “Yes.”

Rain tutted disappointedly “Yes… what?”

Dew looked back up at him, always so eager to please his Rainbow. “Yes, your highness.”

[emptyheadwriting]

I leave this letter to you, beloved-Wednesday Addams x reader

Part two of Cherish Me Before I Perish, Please

Word count: 3.9K

I told you all it would only get darker.

Sadness below the drop.

Warnings: depression, suicide planning, suicidal thoughts and actions, angst, self harm, cutting, blood, self blame and self hate, cursing, alcohol.

—

Wednesday Addams sat in an uncomfortable upholstered chair, a starch white envelope in her hand, her name written in black ink being one of the only pops of color in this desolate space. Perfectly bleached white walls melted into the white square tiles all brightly lit by fluorescent lighting. The unnaturally white color that would normally have fond memories of dissections and autopsies surfacing out of the bottomless depths of her dark mind now was becoming nothing more than an annoyance and a constant reminder that the reason she was here was her fault.

The slow steady beeping of the heart monitor was all her fault. The reason that your chest was only slightly rising before collapsing back into itself with a stuttering fall was her fault. She was sure that was what the letter in her hand described, but she still couldn’t bring herself to read it, a pile of letters that were addressed to others ranging from her family to yours and everyone in between sat neatly opened, the girl with bloodshot eyes had read them all. It was torture to read your typed-out apologies, the way you said no one was to blame for your actions and that you hoped they all remembered you fondly without mourning you too deeply. How could you be so selfless even in your planned passing? The raven-haired woman asked herself, especially considering that as your lover she could not manage to change enough or fast enough to stop the deterioration of your mental state.

A nearby clock tower rang loud enough to be heard through the thick glass windows. It rang twelve times to signal the turning of one day into the next and Wednesday let out a barely audible sigh, lazily dropping her gaze onto the envelope and the snap of a pocketknife being unsheathed echoed throughout the room. As the blade slid under the flap, the ever-unwavering woman hesitated slightly as she thought back to the worst night of her life.

—

The beginning of the day was quite normal for the two of you, waking up before the first bird could sing, morning dew still covering the lone window above the bed. Ever since your breakdown, Wednesday had done her best to sprinkle more love into your daily routines. Placing a kiss on your forehead before heading down the stairs, preparing two cups of coffee, one black and extra strong, the other with the perfect amount of milk and sugar to your taste before returning to the bedroom, where she sat to your now sitting up form, and you leaned into her side like you did every morning, her cold arm wrapping itself around your waist from behind.

After your coffees were finished you went downstairs in your nightwear as she started to get dressed for work, a soft melody filling the air from a small speaker, a sign of your presence that she no longer looked at with disdain, how could she? Especially not when she joined you in the kitchen and she got to see a small smile on your lips and the shake of your hips that were devilishly enticing, this morning especially so as she gripped them softly with a squeeze and placed a fleeting kiss on your neck to which you giggled at before continuing to make her lunch.

The minute she left for work your mood shifted from your happy morning to a blissful peace as you went about the rest of your day. You walked into your art room, eyes rolling over the large white sheets of canvas that hung down from the walls and onto the floors, “it’ll be easy to clean up if she doesn’t like it” you spoke to no one in particular, a habit you had picked up since you had started to plan your death. You walked over to your desk, sat in your chair, and went through the stack of envelopes yet again, it must have been your 100th time.

Enid Petropolus

“Enid gets my jewelry,” you said as you removed a necklace off of your neck, you didn’t want to short her of anything you left for her.

Ajax Petropolus

“Ajax gets my hand mirrors, I hope he gets the joke” an airy laugh left your lips as you remember all the pranks and inside jokes you and the gorgon shared.

Xavier Thorpe

“you better make good use of my art supplies, they’ve made masterpieces” you mumbled as your eyes flicked over to a stack of Artists' Magazines with your works on the cover.

Yoko Tanaka

“You get my only pair of fancy sunglasses, I can’t believe you still wear the ones from school” you shrugged your shoulders, “I guess it doesn’t matter you live forever anyways”

Mrs.Addams

“I leave to you my collection of black robes, sure you might have enough but change it up a bit,” you say with a roll of your eyes, you knew well just how little the Addams liked change.

Mr.Addams

“You have to accept a dead person’s money or you are rude,” you thought back on all the times you had tried to give the generous man the money you owed for the house, the cars, and everything else he had gifted, every time receiving the same shake of the head and knowing smirk that meant the money would end up back in your accounts somehow.

Momma

“You get my makeup, it’s fancier than what you buy, but still not as good as you deserve,” you say with pride dripping from your voice, the woman who raised you deserved the world.

Dad

“Cook some nice food for mom” a laugh left your lips as you think of your dad scaring up your fancy pots and pans, he never did learn to not use steel utensils on good cookware.

Your checklist of people went on and on, your little anecdotes disappearing as you got to the ones to who you left nothing but apologies and well wishes, and then finally the most important envelope,

To my beloved, Wednesday Addams.

You placed a chaste kiss to the point where all the folds met before standing up and walking out of your art room, you debated locking it just as you did every day since you had set the canvases up, but you knew that on the off chance that Wednesday wiggled the doorknob it would be more suspicious if she felt the tension of a lock.

The rest of the day went by much like normal, besides the way that every single thought was clouded with positivity and peacefulness, today was going to be your last you were sure and it made things so much sweeter. You cleaned anything that wasn’t spotless and organized your things into the groups you had assigned to everyone and prepared all the necessities for dinner so that it was an easier task later.

Soon enough, the sun was tucking itself lower behind the horizon and you sat in a rocking chair on the back porch admiring the pinks and oranges that would be the last sunset to grace your eyes. The gradient of orange to yellow to the last breaths of blues was beautifully balanced, paired with wispy pink clouds like cotton candy across the sky it was as if the world knew it was waving goodbye to an artist.

So lost in the dazzling display of the world's beauty you were left unaware of the buzz of the gate alarm and rattling of keys in the front door, it wasn’t until you felt a familiar cold hand gently laying itself on your shoulder. Oh, how much you enjoyed the way her cold could make you feel so warm, and you were sure that deaths cold embrace would do the same. “no kiss at the door my love?” Came her soft question, and you shook your head no with a smile as you turned to look at her. Your lover would have to adjust to not receiving greetings in the form of a kiss, but you knew she would be okay after all the action was more for you to get affection than it was for her, evident by the way she went to sit in her matching rocking chair without going for a kiss.

“Enid is in town, she invited me for dinner,” she said as her eyes glazed over your figure, “she suggested just the two of us since Ajax won’t be able to attend, is that alright with you?” It was new, this asking for your permission as if you would ever not grant it. Everything seemed to be working out perfectly in your favor, an empty house would be easier. So you nodded softly, “of course, send my regards” you offered, you hadn’t talked to Enid in some time now, not since the last time you saw her at one of your displays.

Wednesday stood, and as she walked back into the house her fingers grazed up your arm in a fleeting goodbye, she couldn’t possibly realize it would be the last you two shared.

Sunset turned to night by the time Wednesday and Enid were sat together picking at plates of food in front of them, discussing their current events and tales of the past. The restaurant was dimly lit and gentle jazz filled the room with a comfortable backdrop to the lively conversations held at each table where couples held hands, shared wines, and knowing looks. “and Ajax is just constantly in meetings, good thing he works in marijuana or I don’t think anyone would take him seriously” Enid said with a laugh, she was proud of her husband’s accomplishments even if it meant they had to spend plenty of time apart, “unfair of me to say not to bring your wife and then talk about my husband, how is Y/N? The last I heard about her was a bit concerning”

Wednesday cocked an eyebrow at the thought of you sharing bad news with Enid and not her and she hesitated to form a response, “she had a breakdown of sorts long ago…” memories of the night your heart-wrenching sobs rocked the house until daybreak flooded into her mind before she continued, “I have been trying to correct my mistakes, she deserves more than I can give” she says sourly, disappointed in herself for not being able to push through walls that she herself built for the sake of the one person she has ever loved.

“I just ask because I remember seeing something about her in Artists Magazine, do you get those?” Enid questioned as she pulled out her phone, typing in your name and nodding, “yeah here it is, Y/N Addams, goes dark and then goes dark, how one of modern times most beloved and skilled artists disappeared” she read aloud before sliding her phone over to the pale woman across from her.

Wednesday stared at the screen, there on the cover of the magazine was a picture of you, in a magnificent black dress, one she could recall her mother gifting you, her hands gently gripped the phone before she scrolled down.

Y/N Addams one of the world’s most prominent artists has disappeared as of late. The artist who has never shied away from interviews or quick questions from our editors has gone radio silent since we last saw her nearly ten months ago, leaving us with her darkest piece to date and now darkness on all communication.

A scowl grew on her dusty lips as she swiped over to the next page, half of it taken up by a painting, the rest an excerpt from an interview about it and her eyes darted to the words first.

This painting titled “The Impassive Object of My Affection” holds the darkest tale of any canvas that Mrs.Addams had ever put brush to, “I wanted this piece to represent a love unappreciated, a love built around one’s sacrifice, and one’s unspoken demand for it.”

Wednesday’s eyes shifted over to the painting, hoping to find a conceptual piece, not one that represented their own relationship. There was a fire in the background of the painting, and as she looked closer it was the fireplace in your house it would have cast a warm light over the rest of your living room that was perfectly depicted down to the skull and bone decorations had the painting not been perfectly monochromatic. In the center of the piece, Wednesday recognized herself, sharp features on prominent display with her natural straight-faced disposition, in one hand she held a cup of wine, and her other hand was frozen in a motional signal for continuance.

You were kneeling before her in a pool of what must be blood, evident from the way you held out your heart towards your spouse, a bloody dagger on the floor next to you. Your head was hung in shame, locks falling loosely over your bare back.

Enid watched as her best friend dropped her phone, tears forming in her eyes clouding the dark pools. The werewolf froze unsure of what to do, she had seen the painting of course but hadn’t thought much of it, it was usual for couples to have arguments, she assumed that the painting was a result of an argument that would have since been resolved, “you two must’ve made up by now, you two love each other more than anyone I know, I mean you got married fresh out of high school” she offered hopefully.

Wednesday shook her head no, as she grabbed her glass of wine shakily, bringing it up to her lips in hopes to give herself a moment to gather her thoughts, but as it touched her lips her head snapped back into a vision, it hadn’t happened in so long she had forgotten the searing sensation as the images floated through her mind.

She saw you, sitting on a tall wooden stool in your art room in front of canvas as white as the purest of clouds, a glass of wine in one hand, and a sharp knife in the other, a peaceful smile on your face as you dragged it across your wrist, standing and watching blood seep from the wound before you swung your arm towards the canvas, the blood dotting across it gracefully.

“I, I need to go home” her voice wavered as she came to, standing from her seat abruptly, not bothering to give Enid any details as she ran out of the restaurant and into her car, wiping at her tearing eyes with her sleeve, tires screeching out of the parking lot.

Pale fingers desperately unlocked her phone, quickly tapping on your contact, “please Y/N” she sobbed to the air as she swerved in between cars, ignoring the various beeps and shouts hurled her way.

You ignored the distant ringing of your phone, the soft sounds of a rainforest taking up your eardrums, as you slid the blade across your wrist again, a soft sigh leaving your lips at the blissful feeling of energy draining from you, as you danced to the rhythm in your head, your crimson blood staining the cotton.

Wednesday cursed herself for agreeing to meet on the furthest side of town, the drive home felt longer than any journey she had ever been on, mind racing but time seemed to do her no favors. “Mom, PLEASE, call her do something please, I can’t lose her, help me please” she cried, voice cracking as she held, she had given up on calling you after ten attempts.

“Wednesday you have to breathe, you are no use to her if you crash and die yourself, I will contact the authorities with your information,” Morticia said as she did her best to stay calm as her daughter sobbed to her, one of the rarest things to ever happen and just like it did now, it only happened in a dire situation. “I will call you right back, remember to breathe, I will be right back, and everything will be okay” she offered as she hung up to get an ambulance to go to the house.

“You don’t know that, I don’t know that, fuck fuck fuck” Wednesday yelled in frustration as her fist pounded into the horn, turning the last corner before she would arrive at the gate of your shared property. Pressing her foot further down onto the pedal, knowing she would not hesitate to slam through the gate, anything to get to you faster.

Her car barreled through the heavy iron gate, and she ignored the pain of shrapnel slicing along her skin, hoping, no praying to any deity that anyone had ever believed in that the gate’s alarm would snap you out of your head, and you would be at the door awaiting her arrival.

You heard the gate’s alarm ringing throughout the house, but you were much too tired to do anything other than smile weakly at it, you could no longer dance, you could feel death’s boney fingers gripping onto your shoulders, and just as you had predicted, the touch was so cold that you reveled in the strange sense of warmth it spread throughout your body. Your vision was blurred beyond hope as you collapsed onto the group, your blood mixing with the wine from your shattered glass as everything went black.

Wednesday had shot into the house, leaving her car running as she barged the door open thankful that you hadn’t bothered to lock it, a safety habit she had scolded you for before. Thankful for once that you did not listen to her. Her boots squeaked across the floor as she made her way into your art room, a harrowing scream leaving her lips as she collapsed onto her knees and crawled through your blood to your body.

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It took a single tear to drop onto the envelope she had been blankly staring at as she was lost in thought to snap her back into reality and become aware of the way tears were freely flowing from her eyes.

The raven-haired woman finally dragged the blade through the rest of the seal, softly dragging the letter out, an audible sob leaving her lips as the neatly folded paper was signed with a lipstick stain kiss in the shade she loved the most on your lips, she slowly unfolded it,

Hello, my beloved Wednesday, I love you with all my heart and soul and I hope you can understand my decision, I have grown so tired. Of so many things, for so many reasons. Those I won’t address here, I know you have read all the other letters I left for the significant people in our lives, in those I’ve covered all the reasons that would have built up to my desire to fade from this world, and what I wish to happen to my belongings, if you have any objections you can change it to your will, you will always have final say in any matter of my life except for this one.

I know you never paid much attention to my artwork, so I need you to know many of my pieces were based around you, my love. Nothing in this world had ever captivated my emotions like you have, and I hope I have done your beauty justice in each brush stroke. If you have stumbled upon my last creation, you must know that I have gladly kneeled at your feet for our time together and given in to your desires, just as you deserve from a lover.

I leave you with an art piece I know you will appreciate, you always did love blood, enough to make a career of it. I hope my blood splatters distinctly enough for you to keep the canvas hung up proudly. (I smiled so widely at the thought of creating something you would love).

Wednesday could picture the smile on your face, and it ruined her to realize it had been far too long since she had seen your genuine full-toothed smile that would fill her cold heart with the slightest hint of happiness. It pained her to wonder if she would ever see it again.

I know you believe that death is final and that there is nothing more than this life, but you must know that my love for you will endure. It will be evident in the way the colors paint the sky each morning and afternoon. Noticeable in the plants that grow around the property. Unmistakable in all my works that were centered around you. (I have run out of synonyms, but I hope my point has gotten across)

I do have one last request for you to fulfill for me my darling.

Bury me with my ring, somewhere where no one will ever be able to take it from my finger.

For I was promised forever,

And I intend on seeing it through,

Your wife, Y/N.

(Alternative Sadder Ending)

Wednesday’s hands shook rapidly, the letter ruffling from her force. She placed the paper beside the opened envelopes and stood from her chair, willing her muscles to move her forward despite their pleas to remain seated, far away from your lifeless body.

She gently stroked the curve of your face when she reached your bedside. “Please my love, come back to me” she whispered, as her hand slid down to intertwine with yours.

“I promise you I will be better, no more trying, I will be better, in every aspect I have ever failed you in, I will go to every single one of your shows, listen to all your stories, dance along with you in moves that I don’t know to songs I have never heard, we can sell the cabin, move somewhere else, restart everything, paint the walls lively colors, decorate to both of our tastes, tell you how much I appreciate you at every moment, I can not believe I have failed you in every way possible, how could you still want forever with me?” She bargained, squeezing your hand at each promise, watching as her tears fell onto your skin, wondering if the result of her anguish would hold enough life force to bring you back to her.

The heart monitor steadily beeped as normally as it had been for the entire time she had been seated in this hospital room that screamed of death as if mocking her for holding out hope.

She had to tear her eyes away from your body, squatting down next to your hospital bed leaving her hand in yours.

A gentle squeeze of her hand had her shooting back up, clutching at your arm desperately, “darling I’m here, I’m right here, please Y/N wake up” she begged as she scrambled to press the emergency button.

She would do anything in her power to have you back, and she took a step back as nurses and doctors rushed into the room, and she caught glances between their bodies, lips upturning as she saw the slightest of movements under your eyelids and the whispers full of hope about your awakening from the staff.

You would be coming back to her, back to where you belonged and she swore to herself to pour herself into you as she should’ve since your relationship began.

“I will be better, no exceptions”

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Ooh what about one of the ladies (your pick) getting a piercing (nip? Cartilage? whatever)?

here's a silly think i've been thinking about where Sunshine gets her nipple pierced bc I saw this ask the other night and its lived in my brain for the last two days but i havent been able to write it haha

Cu/Cir/Sunshine <3

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Sunshine's not sure how long she's on the surface before she decides to take the plunge; it wasn't as if she was scared of getting a piercing, it was all relative.

Ghouls didn't really feel pain in the same way humans did, and the healing process wasn't as long and drawn out when it came to piercings though of course there could be complications, there could be rejections (this is something that Dew had warned her about, wryly pointing out his lack of second nipple piercing, "It just...pushed its way out of my body," he'd said, snorting softly. "Didn't think it was worth it to try and get it redone.")

She was just, well, hesitant wasn't the right word for it, but she did find herself hesitating; it all boiled down to her tenuous hold on her glamour and the fact she'd need to be human to have it done.

It wasn't that she couldn't keep her glamour up, but her nerves had a tendency to do things to her magic, make her react in ways she couldn't anticipate.

The last thing she needed was to have to explain to Papa that she'd shown her true face to an unsuspecting human while said human had a needle in her nipple.

(Not that he'd be angry and she wouldn't be in trouble, but it was the principle of things.)

"Do we need to come and hold your hand?" Cumulus asks, she's sitting behind Sunshine, braiding her hair with nimble fingers; her hair finally long enough to do more than just toss into a low ponytail. "Would that help?"

Cirrus brings out three glasses and a bottle of wine, the good stuff that's aged in the basement that Sunshine's only had the pleasure of drinking once before. "We could pump magic into you while we do it, help you keep your glamour up if you need it. Might help calm you down, feel less...anxious?"

Cirrus's words are careful, like she's not exactly sure that anxious is the right word to describe how Sunshine sometimes gets.

"I, well," Sunshine begins, taking the glass from Cirrus and watching her places the other two down on the table, pouring a healthy amount in them before filling Sunshine's glass, "Well, I don't want to drag you guys away from your duties," she's not normally this hesitant about things, but the tenuous thing that the three of them have is new and Sunshine feels like a fish out of water sometimes when she remembers just how long Cirrus and Cumulus have been together.

Cumulus snorts behind her, "We're not really that busy," she says, her voice kind, a bit fond, "We've already finalized our part on the album for the vocals and instruments. We're just waiting on Copia to call a meeting to go over it as a whole, which if you're not there because you're taking a personal day, then there won't be a meeting."

Sunshine presses her lips together, knowing that she can't argue with Cumulus's logic, "Okay, so maybe I'm being a little silly," she says in agreement.

Cirrus sinks down on the floor beside her and leans over, pressing a warm kiss to her cheek, "Silly girl," she murmurs, entirely too fond, "Let us hold your hand so you can get your piercing."

A flush takes over Sunshine's cheeks, she feels Cumulus stop braiding her hair long enough to lean over and press a kiss to the top of her head and Cirrus settles into her side, "Yeah, okay," she says, feeling warm and happy and loved. "But just one for now, don't know if I could sit through both right now."