#and bands on the wrists

[montydrawsstuff]

The I get what I want stance

[p1ctur3]

Rewatching The Box, Victim seemed a bit too calm about the whole beating up a god like entity, almost as if he had practise before...

So here is my scuffed design of TDL under captivity of Rocket corp

Who else is a better practise of how to beat up TCO than his equal, TDL?

[delulluart]

The Cardinal can be a little bit evil as a treat

This is the full version, but for uniformity I added it to AO3, too

find all Ghinktober 2024 drawings here

[demonlayercake]

tormented by tickles today

[notadreamurr]

4 au's bunnydoll challenge :D (individual pictures below)

Band @raggedypina

Wonderland @endomentendo

Harlequin @iamespecter

Ink machine @ese1anime

All of these people are very creative and talented. You should go check them out!

[weaverofink]

punk douxie redesign!!! i just think he should have had an undercut tbh

+ bonus doodle:

i feel like they for sure wouldn't let him wear his whole punk getup at his cafe job so i put him in a uniform. for fun.

[ryssbelle]

Just two kids who got left behind

So now we got Clay's side of the cave in!! He didnt really have time to process any of the emotions he was feeling due to having to immediately run for his life, then guide others to safety alongside Viva.

This was made mostly in response to this fun little tag by @zivazivc

I wasn't planning on drawing it up so soon but AUGH I had to, also ty I pride myself in drawing raw emotions

Btw I do read all the tags and comments I get on my posts I'm very happy to have crushed you all thoroughly 💖

[cozylittleartblog]

chat imma be honest that project diva PC release has had lasting consequences ,

[pinayelf-archive]

My @infamous-if mc, Violetta "Vi" Marasigan, the lead singer of Nighthorn

She’s here to follow her dreams, sing her heart out and maybe make self destructive decisions

[bisexualriza]

tired

[crooked-hourglass]

Sleep Token IV - Digital Portrait My, my, those eyes like fire, I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre, Come now, bite through these wires, I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired - Sleep Token / Take Me Back to Eden

{More Artwork | Socials and Prints}

[ghelullu]

Thomas Woroniak, Louder Than Life Festival, Louisville, 02.10.2016

[wearysaer]

Trying my hand at rotoscoping Reigen's twirl. I'm really happy with how the coat turned out, so I wanted to post a wip in case I fuck up the rest.

[coffeeghoulie]

dumbstruck when you're tender

or Ghostober Day #21: Somnophilia

Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together, and much thanks to @forlorn-crows for the discussion and the dialogue <3 hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Dew/Aether

Aether likes to watch Dew dream. And, if his mate is amenable, he likes to make those dreams come true.

Title from Creatures in Heaven by Glass Animals.

Explicit, 3.3k. Contains consensual somnophilia, wet dreams and quintessence use to watch said wet dreams, size kink, praise kink, and dry humping. Also includes mentions of rough sex, voyeurism, and public sex.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

Aether's lived in the same room in the Ministry for so long that he knows exactly how the door creaks, at what angle, and how best to keep it quiet. It comes especially in handy now that he works late shifts at the infirmary. He'd felt his heart pang the first time he saw the dark circles under Dew's pretty cerulean eyes, and told Dew from the beginning not to wait up for him.

Dew'd hated it for a while, spending what little time they had together asleep. But eventually he'd settled. Nothing that waking up in Aether's arms couldn't fix.

But some nights, after Aether sneaks back into his own room, Dew gets to wake in a different way.

Aether pushes his door open slowly, eyes adjusting into the darkness, shoulders relaxing as he sees what's waiting for him. Sprawled out on his stomach like a starfish in his bed, his mate is dressed in one of his band shirts, swimming in the fabric. It comes down past the tops of his thighs, tail twitching and moving the hem.

Dew sleeps peacefully, breathing softly and almost whistling through his nose. His hair's fallen out of the tie, curtaining over his cheek.

Aether creeps closer. The wave of warm, sweet spice hits him, his cock chubbing up in his scrubs the moment it hits the roof of his mouth. Dew's dreaming. Aether can't wait to see where this one takes him.

Dew's tail taps sluggishly against the blankets. The movement makes Aether's shirt ride up, and the next thing Aether knows is that he's so hard so quickly the room spins in the darkness. Dew's scent, all caramel syrupy sweet, just gets stronger. He's not wearing underwear under that shirt. He thinks about getting him onto his back, to see his little cock tent the fabric of his shirt, the wet spot staining the front. But he'd rather not wake him quite yet.

Aether shucks his shirt, tossing it into the hamper in the corner. He rolls his neck, wincing at the way his vertebrae pop. Dew doesn't react to the noise, just snuffles into the pillow he's clinging to. Aether avoids the creaky floorboard as he steps up to their nest, Dew's scent getting stronger and more cloying.

He sits down at the edge of their bed with a soft groan, grateful to be off of his feet. Dew shifts, hand pressing a little closer, searching. Aether freezes, nervous that he's woken him. He waits, watching Dew's breath settle. He's never woken Dew while playing this little game. At least, not until he wants him to. And if all else fails, he has ways to keep him asleep, even if he doesn't want it to come to that quite yet.

In the quiet of their room, Aether can hear the incredibly subtle sounds of the mattress springs squeaking. Dew's hips press down in little bunny humps as he dreams, soft little "uh"s escaping his lips with each breath. Must be dreaming of something real good.

Despite all of the filth starting to cloud his mind, Aether's hit with a wave of fondness as he watches Dew sleep. Even after all these years, he still finds himself just overwhelmed with how lucky he's been that this little fire ghoul found his way into his life and stubbornly refused to leave. He reaches down and brushes a strand of copper hair back from his sharp cheekbone, tucking it behind his ear.

His finger trails up to his temple, and in the dark of the room, Aether can see the spark of quintessence as it jumps from his fingertip to Dew's skin. Aether's eyes flutter shut as Dew's dream becomes visible, projected onto the inside of his eyelids like a film reel.

A nondescript venue, an amalgamation of dozens of backstages. Boots clunking, the indistinct chatter of stagehands and packmates and roadies. A crate that hasn't been moved back yet. Everything a little fuzzy around the edges, a little cliche to say, but it's dreamlike.

Aether doesn't quite startle when he recognizes himself from behind, but it's a close thing. He peers around his own form, and feels all of the blood rush to his cock as he takes it in.

He's got Dew bent over the crate, jodhpurs pulled down just enough to get at his ass. The lip of the crate digs into those sharp hips, the tips of Dew's boots scrabbling at the floor for purchase. They haven't even taken their helmets off, but Aether knows intimately the way Dew's eyes roll back.

"Couldn't stop lookin' at me, huh?" Aether hears himself growl into the side of Dew's helmet. His arms are held taut and pinned behind his back, absolutely no leverage. Dew just has to stay still and take it. His shoulders must ache. So must his hips. His ass.

Dew can't reply, the breath fucked out of his lungs with each of Aether's thrusts into him. Rough, desperate. Brutal.

"Had to make fun of me out there, huh? Act so high and mighty and in charge, bossing me around," Aether rumbles, bent over Dew's body and nearly covering him completely. The toes of Dew's boots scrape and scrabble for purchase, but find none. "Sure, darling. You're in charge out there. I'll play along. But you and I both know who actually calls the shots. You can't do anything about it."

Dew groans like he's been punched, and Aether feels his stomach swoop as he watches himself fuck his mate. Dew normally throws a fit when Aether moves him, if he's blocking a cabinet in the kitchen and stubbornly refusing to move, or if he doesn't want to get out of bed when Aether's scheduled for the morning shifts. So wriggly, intent on maintaining his dignity around the others.

But here he is, dreaming of Aether throwing his weight around, using it to manhandle Dew where he wants, how he wants to use him, where anyone could see them. Dew shrieks, and Aether knows that he's nailed his prostate.

"They can see you, you know," Aether says casually, like he isn't railing him like his life depends on it. "Speared on my cock like you were made to take it. You were, though, weren't you? My darling little slut."

Dew moans, the noise strangled as Aether pulls him back onto his cock by his pinned arms. No leverage of his own, reduced to just a hole for him to fuck and burn off that post-Ritual energy.

Aether wants to crouch, see if Dew's precum has smeared over the side of the crate, or if he's making a mess of his uniform.

But more than that, Aether's so hard he hurts. He imagines Dew must be the same.

He almost reluctantly pulls back from Dew's dream, dizzy with arousal. He ever so carefully rucks up his shirt, revealing the creamy ash grey skin of Dew's ass. It doesn't take much coaxing to pull Dew's tail out of the way, the appendage curling around Aether's forearm loosely.

Aether bites his lip hard to hold back a moan; Dew's scent is fucking intoxicating, his hole already water ghoul wet with slick arousal. He kicks his pants and boxers down, tossing them in the general direction of their hamper. The sound of fabric rustling on stone means he missed, but he could not be assed to care.

He swings a thigh over Dew's narrow hips, straddling his mate. It's not an unfamiliar position to be in, big hands and quintessence soothing sore muscles. But it's different now, Dew's little humps meaning he's pressing back against Aether's cock, smearing slick over the two of them. Dew's so deep in his dream that he doesn't even react, too busy grinding his stiffy into the mattress through Aether's shirt.

Aether takes a deep breath in through his nose, eyes fluttering shut as Dew's scent clings to the roof of his mouth. He's wet enough that Aether could just push in. And if Dew wants to feel small, well. That will certainly do the trick. Aether's cock kicks hard against the cleft of Dew's ass at the thought, the head catching at his slick rim.

But, before that. One more thing first.

Aether skates his hands up Dew's sides under his shirt, feeling the gentle suggestion of each rib, the warmth burning under his mate's skin. He drapes himself over Dew's body, almost mimicking how he'd positioned himself in the dream.

"Baby boy," Aether coos, lips just a hair away from the shell of Dew's ear. It flicks against his skull. "Darling, wake up for me. Want you to feel this."

In the darkness of their room, Aether grins as he sees a glowing copper eye flutter open, pupil dilating. Feels the heat of Dew's cheek burn as he processes what he'd been dreaming of, realizes that Aether had seen, the remnants of Aether's quintessence obvious and a little tingly at the base of his skull.

"Aeth," Dew slurs, whining sharp into the pillows. Aether laughs, not unkindly, leaning down to kiss Dew's temple. He rocks his hips against Dew's, sliding his cock between his cheeks. Just a taste of what he's about to do to him.

"Tell me, love," Aether whispers. "Do you want help? Do you want me to make you feel small, my darling?"

Aether sees Dew's visible eye roll back into his skull. He groans the exact same way he had in his dream. Aether watches his throat work as he swallows hard.

"Fuck, Aeth, please," Dew begs, whining and soft.

"Oh, darling boy," Aether groans, a shot of heat straight to his balls. It takes a lot to make Dew say please. Completely unprompted? Aether feels his cock kick against Dew's ass again.

Dew can feel it too, shoving his hips back against him. "Need it," he breathes.

Aether nods, not trusting his voice. He takes just a second longer. "I've got you, baby. Deep breath."

Dew complies as Aether notches his tip against his rim. Feels his body inflate as Aether presses him down by the hip. He pushes in incredibly slowly, twin groans as Aether splits him open. He's soaking wet, but Aether's thick, a struggle to take on a good day.

Dew grits his teeth, spindly fingers curling into the pillow under his head as he whines. He pants like he's run a marathon, and they've barely begun.

"Good boy, that's it," Aether says, strained with how tight his little mate is around him. "Taking me so well, letting me take you like this, breathe for me."

Dew nods the best he can, obsidian horns catching on the pillowcase. Aether lets his hand skate up the knobs of Dew's spine, over his own shirt, until his fingers are tangled in cornsilk-fine hair at the nape of his neck. Not pulling, not pushing, not yet. Just holding.

Dew groans, eyelashes fluttering against sharp cheeks. Despite all efforts to relax, body still lax and soft with sleep, he's still sinfully tight around Aether. "Fuck," he shivers, tail weakly tightening around Aether's forearm.

"Yeah, baby," Aether says, jaw clenched as he noses at the crook of Dew's neck, using the grip in his hair to angle his head just right. "Made just for me. Infernal Majesty, Dew, you're perfect, so small under me."

Dew spasms with a soft cry, and Aether's cock kicks inside him in response. "Fuck me," he gasps, fingers twitching. "Aether, I need you."

"You have me," Aether promises, swears directly into Dew's ear. "You always have me, baby. I'll take care of you. My precious mate."

He cries out as Aether's hips rock forward, spearing him incredibly deep, carving out a space for himself in Dew's body. Aether's entire body drapes over Dew's, pressure and weight holding him down into the mattress. Unlike in his dream, Dew makes no effort to fight for leverage. "There," he sighs, slumping into the sheets as Aether's cock nudges against that secret, intimate spot deep inside of him. Aether normally likes to joke it's his off-switch, but he doesn't want to risk breaking this soft moment they're living in.

"There?" Aether asks, voice light and teasing, like he didn't feel every muscle in Dew's body go slack with pleasure.

"Aether," Dew whines petulantly, cutting himself off with a yawn that bares sharp fangs. His jaw clicks, and Aether smiles so hard he feels his cheeks ache, so endeared by this little ghoul. He's so lucky. He keeps that sentiment close to his heart for now, and rocks his hips into Dew's ass. Dew's eyes fly open at the shock of pleasure. "Fuck!"

"Shh, baby, I got you. Nice and slow," Aether coos, holding his head down by the grip in his hair. He kisses his cheek as he starts to move.

With his chest pressed to Dew's back, Aether can feel his breath stuttering as he thrusts slowly into his body, so deep his balls press snug and heavy against Dew's taint. No matter how many times he's fucked Dew since the change, Aether always forgets just how hot he is inside. Silky and warm and wet, just clinging to him. Aether makes sure Dew knows exactly how he feels, and Dew's legs give a soft little kick underneath him.

Aether busies himself with pressing soft little kisses to the column of Dew's throat, holding his hair out of the way. There's a little stream of moonlight coming in through their curtains, and it catches on the long-scarred imprint of Aether's teeth in the crook of his neck.

Even sleepily, Dew scrabbles at the sheets as Aether keeps a steady, even rhythm. Each press of Aether's hips nudges him bodily up the mattress. "You're so small, love," Aether says almost in disbelief, his other hand coming up to curl around Dew's bony wrist. "Thank you for letting me take care of you, so perfect when you let go for me."

Dew whines, toes curling. Aether knows he only ever gets like this when he's deep in subspace or half asleep, every instinct to be stand-offish and snappy and stoic stripped away.

"I mean, Lucifer, Dew, who am I kidding?" Aether rambles, eyes locked onto the way his hand dwarfs Dew's. "You're always perfect. I love you so fucking much."

Dew keens at that, insides tightening around Aether's cock so hard that it must hurt a little. "Love you too," he slurs, drunk on it. He turns his hand in Aether's grip, squeezing. Aether squeezes back, rewards him with another slow press of his hips.

Aether feels the pleasure coiling in his gut, syrupy and thick. He slows even more to something almost glacial. "Dewey, baby boy. Tell me how you want it?"

"Don't you dare fucking stop," Dew hisses, craning his neck to glare halfheartedly at his mate.

"Never," Aether swears, ducking down even lower to kiss the corner of his mouth, hoping to melt Dew's scowl away. He pets through Dew's hair, wrapping the strands around his fingers. "Never leave you hanging when we're like this, sweetheart."

He's struck again with just how small Dew is under him like this, covered head to toe by his body. If another packmate came into their room right now, if they were brave enough to disturb the mates when the two of them were like this, they wouldn't even be able to see Dew at all.

His cock pulses at the thought, so hard that Dew lets out a soft little cry. Aether smiles. nibbling at Dew's earlobe. "You wanna cum, baby? Make a mess of my shirt and our hearth?"

Dew shudders from the top of his spine all the way down to the spade of his tail. "Fuck, Aether," he whimpers, squeezing Aether's hand tighter. "Please."

Aether's never been able to deny Dew anything. "Of course, baby boy," he breathes, breath hitching as liquid heat pools in his very core. "You want my hand on your stiffy, or-"

Dew doesn't let him finish. "No, 'm close already," he admits, giving a little hump into the mattress. "Fuckin' me just right."

Aether gives him a little harder shove of his hips, nailing his prostate and making a strangled whine rip from his throat. "Yeah, baby? Just like that?"

Dew nods, yelping softly as it pulls at Aether's hand in his hair. "Fuck, please don't stop, Aether," he gasps, toes curling and tail tightening around Aether's arm.

"Never, baby," Aether swears. "Never. Just feel good for me, darling. Cum when you're ready."

He shudders, and it doesn't take too much longer before Dew stiffens underneath him, mouth falling open with a soft gasp. Aether squeezes his hand, groaning in Dew's ear as his ass squeezes him as he cums.

"That's it, baby, cum for me," Aether soothes, letting go of his hair to pet at his flank as he shakes. His hips don't stop, working him through his orgasm. He wants to chase his own, but this takes precedence. "So good for me, such a good mate, I love you so fucking much."

Dew doesn't respond, still shaking and soaking the front of Aether's shirt and the sheets. He does, however, squeeze Aether's hand three times. Ever the sap, it's enough to tip Aether over the edge as well, vision going white as his orgasm hits him unusually hard.

He presses his lips to Dew's cheek, gasping and panting as he empties his balls deep inside his love, clinging to him. Dew wheezes, eyes rolling back again as he feels his release thick and sticky inside of him, painting his insides with it.

It takes them both a while to come down from it, panting and gasping in the quiet of the night. Eventually, Aether hooks his arms around Dew's waist, rolling them onto their sides without pulling out. "Hey, baby," he whispers, nuzzling against his mate bite.

Dew huffs through his nose, eyes closed. "Hi," he laughs breathily. "How was work?"

Aether rolls his eyes before nosing through Dew's hair again, breathing in caramel and cinnamon and clove. He's memorized this scent, burnt into the very core of him, but is ever grateful for the reminder of what his love smells like at his most tender. "Work was okay," he chuckles, still nosing behind Dew's ear. "Glad to be home."

Dew cranes his neck to face him, pressing a kiss to his lips, nearly missing in the dark. "Glad you're home too."

He smiles, gold fang glinting in the moonlight, and Dew matches the expression before settling back into Aether's little spoon. Aether pulls him tighter to his chest until his chin is pressed softly to the crown of his head. "I love you," he promises, grinning brightly as Dew starts to purr.

"Love you too," Dew yawns, without a moment of hesitation.

Aether allows himself a few more moments of nuzzling. "Baby, you wanna get up and clean up real quick?" he asks, voice soft. He's had to help calm a pissy Dewdrop upset about dried cum more times than he'd care to admit. It's not his fault they're both obsessed with late night sex.

There's no response. Aether's brow furrows, and he props himself up on an elbow. Dew's eyes are shut, and Aether has to bite back laughter as Dew lets out a soft, whistling snore. Of course. He doesn't blame him one bit.

Aether smiles, brushes a strand of hair off of Dew's forehead before laying back down behind him and adjusting his arms around Dew's body. Feels the rise and fall of his breathing. "Good night, darling," Aether whispers, shutting his eyes and following his mate to sleep.

[daddydicktampa]

[fullscoreshenanigans]

*Yes, but only because they're young and they don't want to go through with the potentially painful process of having them removed until they're older. **This is very much a case-by-case matter, but I don't have strong opinions or headcanons for specific characters about it. ***This is very much a case-by-case matter, and I do have strong opinions or headcanons for one or a few specific characters regarding this subject.

Further discussed in this post.

(S1 Episode 1 | S2 Episode 8 | Chapter 56 | Chapter 69)

(There is Nothing You Can Do About it, Now by @bblueraven-and-fandoms14)

And spoilers for khgnh's Fragments focusing on the topic under the cut: