#dew pissed him off one too many times

[kalesaladd]

mountain: i’m a nice person, but i’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

[skele-bunny]

Just.......

I'm thinking about emotional support assigned ghouls again but specifically Dewdrop and Mountain and their relationship in the beginning.

Mountain came out kicking. Literally. Pissed off, teeth showing, not able to stand straight from how dizzy he was from the summoning portal. Immediately perceiving everyone in the room as a threat, all until that little fish stepped forwards. One that smelled of his home and similarly of his adoptive packs, their hands clasped together at their chest before slowly reaching forwards to take his hand.

Watching as he goes to his knees, big hands grabbing their hips, anger turning to confusion and curiosity as he tries to think if he's ever seen this freshwater before. Doesn't ring a bell but... They remind him of home. Bringing them closer, leaning over their head to lowly growl at the others who are watching.

"Shh... You're safe here." The water moving a little back and cupping a furry face. "Nothing will hurt you here. Or me. You understand, don't you?" In their shared tongue.

Dewdrop. His fish's name was Dewdrop.

Sitting in a much too small tub, fur and suds covering Mountain's line of sight but he's compliant and quiet as he feels Dewdrop scrubbing at him, softly singing to keep him calm and reassure. Eventually Mountain pulls him in and returns the favor, smiling as Dew starts purring and leans against wet fur to look up at him.

Mountain braiding Dew's hair, tail wagging as he gets to share something so intimate with him.

"—And this one is called a burger!" Dew's smiling so wide as he shows off what he got from the cafeteria for Mountain. "I didn't really know what your appetite is, or what you like, so I got one of everything. Is it okay?"

Mountain tilting his head, sniffing at each one before he looks at Dew and points at him. "Food."

"H-Huh?"

"Your food."

See, Dewdrop heard it as "you're food", face getting red and stiffening. Mountain just even more confused bc ??? "Fish? No?"

"Wait- Oh- OH!" Dew busting into laughter at his own mistake. "You're pescatarian? A water ghoul diet?"

"Yes."

"See, that makes SO much more sense." Dew taking the tray and leaving. "I'll be right back- with the right stuff this time!"

Mountain huffing as he's alone again, antsy once more as he wants to follow but he's still in a quarantine. Eventually Dew comes back and they end up sharing an overflowing tray of fish and sushi together.

"It's wasabi... It's hot..."

Bro starts coughing almost INSTANTLY and Dew's patting his back as much as he can wjkekd.

They're showering together, Mountain looking down and rumbling a bit as he gently scratches Dew's scalp. Looks up at him and smiles, tail ruffling and leaning back, hand touching his upper thigh. It was just a normal bodily response as Mountain got hard, fingers lightly trailing to Dew's jaw and admiring. Letting out a confused whine as Dew turned and got to his knees, a bit of nervousness over his body language and expression.

"I, uhm... I haven't had sex with an earth ghoul in a really long time. You have to go gentle with me, okay?"

Dew gets closer only to squeak as Mountain crouches down, frowning and poking Dew's forehead. "No. We're not having sex and you don't have to do that. I apologize. I'm not aroused. You just brushed on a sensitive spot."

He can see the little glint of a realized pain in Dew's eyes before nodding slowly. He's picked up and held tight in a hug. Mountain truly doesn't know the extent of how much that meant to Dewdrop, even after so many years.

Dewdrop holding his hand as he gives the tour of the ministry, being patient and answering any and all questions Mountain has; feeling a bit of pity as Mountain has to keep ducking to enter a majority of the common spaces.

"Sorry, I don't think they were prepared to have such a tall ghoul..."

"These humans are short, as are some of our fellows. I don't expect them to have to accommodate a single person over majority."

"Well, everyone deserves to be comfortable here. Just because a lot of people are smaller than you, doesn't mean you should have to be uncomfortable and bend over constantly just to get through a door."

Dew thinking a bit more. "Oh! I know the perfect place for you!! C'mon!" Dragging him back outside.

They end up at an old greenhouse, some of the panels broken and hidden in the woods. "This was here waaay before me. I think I'm the only one that's found it. There's so many abandoned places on the property so it's a bit of a fixer upper but... I thought maybe you should have a place too, you know? And!- and you can have so many plants in there! It's in the woods so, you know, your element!"

Mountain just smiles, watching Dew ramble and show the nearby shed, blabbering more and more about all the abandoned places he knows. They keep sneaking out to the greenhouse, Mountain slowly fixing it but constantly staring through the last panel that looks up at the stars, Dew curled up in his arm and head on his chest.

"It's so pretty out here..."

"It is."

And he's looking directly as Dewdrop who's unaware. "It's absolutely beautiful."

[wrathofrats]

What was that I saw about butch piss kink?

You should probably say more.

@everybodyshusband Me posting bait for specific mutuals works again /hj

I saw some post on Twitter that was like “when a butch is pissing you better shut up and listen” and like YES MA’AM

Guys I swear I don’t usually go here like I’m not usually over here like do you believe me this is a ONE TIME THING!!!!!

Uhhhh weird. It’s weird. Trans fem Mountain is a fucking freak about her Butch girlfriend aether and wants to watch her piss because that’s very normal and she should be allowed to. Barely horny unless you’re into that. As always. As fucking usual. What the fuck else goes on around here. This is way too fucking long btw I’m not counting the words but it’s too many

Aether gave the bottle of beer a hard flick against her belt buckle. Some stupid party trick, a bottle opener on her belt buckle that she thought was funny one night and clicked order without a second thought. She handed it to Swiss with a loud cheer from him, taking a long swig.

“Is it supposed to look like you pissed yourself” dew mocked, eyeing aether up and down. Black tank top with specks of foam soaking into the fabric and her jeans littered with dark spots and streaks from the beer.

“Turn you on or something? I could get you one too” aether turned to grab another bottle, shoving it against her belt buckle and turning her head from the spray, only adding to the mess.

“Yeah whatever you fucking wish, won’t waste a beer though”

“Rain tells me what you too get up to. Don’t act cocky now just because there’s an audience”

Dew sneered, rolling his eyes but taking a drink anyways.

Mountain sat on the counter next to her. Simply watching with some sort of amusement. The way the beer soaked in and darkened her jeans, the way it clung to the thick fabric of her cut off t shirt. She didn’t want to think about it too hard. Maybe she was being a creep. Sure aether was her girlfriend, she was allowed to be a creep. But something as …. Intimate … private as that felt almost gross to think about, or shameful at least.

She waited for the night to wind down. For aether to grab her and pull her upstairs. Tipsy off a couple beers and a bit more handsy than when she’s sober. Mountain would never complain though, not when aether had an arm slung around her waist, leading her back to their room.

“You smell like beer” mountain wrinkled her nose, pushing her away with a faked disgust that was easily torn apart by the way she laughed.

“Join me for a shower then junebug”

Aether fiddled with the tap for a moment while mountain set out a couple towels and a random assortment of things that could be pajamas she grabbed from a drawer. Aether knew mountain was bad at handling the hotter temperatures. Always claimed she was trying to boil her.

“You can hop in, I’ll be there in a sec” aether pulled her shirt over her head, watching mountain try and fold her clothes into a semi neat pile.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Just gotta pee, mess with the temperature if you don’t like it, yeah?”

She shouldn’t. Mountain really shouldn’t stop her but the curiosity is too tempting not to speak up about. Or maybe it was the two white claws rain made her drink. Whatever it was had her speaking without thinking first.

“Dont”

“That’s not exactly how this works I can’t just not piss-“

“No. No I mean-“ mountain took the shower curtain in her hand, nails threatening to poke holes into the plastic liner, “I want to watch”

Aether just stared at her for a second. “You want to watch me piss?”

“If- it’s weird you don’t have to-“ mountain quickly stumbled over her words to retract her statement. “Forget I said it- its not a big deal I was just-“

“You could at least say please”

Mountain whispered a please under her breath, watching aether strip the rest of her clothes off, slotting herself behind mountain in the small tub. The stream of water soaked into mountains hair, matting it to her face as she sunk down to her knees instinctively.

“What’s the reason for this baby?” Aether placed a hand in her hair, carefully pulling her head back to look up at her “just feeling dirty? Poor thing. Seem so ashamed of it too”

Mountain gave a wounded whimper at her words. She did feel ashamed. Cock semi hard between her thighs, staring right at aethers cunt, clit standing hard and proud between her folds. One of her hands slid down her stomach, flicking between her thighs and spreading herself open for mountain to see.

“Get a hand on yourself junebug. If you wanted to watch so bad then watch”

Mountains hand gripped herself at the base, watching aethers stomach clench and release as a small trickle of liquid slipped down her thighs. It was followed by a thicker stream, hot and heavy over mountains fingers where one of her hands held her thigh for dear life.

It didn’t feel gross, more intimate than anything else. Mountain gave herself a tentative stroke as aether continued, strong hand keeping her gaze directly at her cunt as she pissed.

“Could you cum just from that? Jerk yourself off just from me pissing? Pathetic little thing. Obsessed with me”

[thehypnone]

HYPNONE!!!

Can we get your thoughts on phantom tummy 🙏 if you have any

if I have ANY??? bestie i have a looooot i love phantom tummy!!! you get half ficlet half ramble about phantummy because i love it and have evil thoughts about it heheheh its partially nsfw... piss and breeding kinda mention

The ghouls probably didn’t know Phantom had a tummy, really, in the first place. He’s not a total noodle like Rain, Dew or Mountain. He’s not soft and squishy like Aether or Swiss. What he is is kinda the best of both worlds, if you ask me. And you did, so now deal with it.

Anyway, so between Phantom’s summoning and the tour there wasn’t much time to… explore, and then the tour itself was a one big workout, so it took time for the phantummy to really make an appearance. Once it does, everyone is crazy about it.

It’s a cute little thing, just a pudge but it can—and does—make others lose their damn minds, and the cock having ones hard, way more often than it would be considered normal.

Some of them can be normal about it about… 50% of the time, at best. Those would be Cumulus, Cirrus, Aether and, surprisingly, Dewdrop. He’s just too attached to the swummy, you know, he feels like he’s cheating. But they are the ones that can still behave when Phantom wears a crop top or anything that puts them at risk of the phantummy exposure. It’s deadly *wink*

Cumulus loves to paint it red and purple with bite marks when she sucks Phantom off so good he’s crying, but then also she’ll nuzzle her face into it and lick him apologetically. It tickles.

Cirrus likes teasing him by humping his tummy instead of sitting on his cock when she ties him up to the bed heheh

Aether just likes to grab it and squish it and leave it bruised with the shape of his fingers. Whether it's during sexy time or just cuddles he must have his hands on the phantummy.

Dewdrop is similar, for him it's kind of a stim toy. He loves to bite, though. Not like Cumulus, he just likes to sink his teeth in and hold. Oral fixation who?

The middle of the spectrum is taken by Swiss, Aurora, Sunny and Rain.

Swiss gets turned on by the existence of that thing alone. He can’t explain it. Before Phantom he never understood why everyone was so obsessed with his own belly… now he does. It's just hot. He likes to hold it in his big hands when he spoons Phantom from behind and squish it. Also when he fucks him from behind. Would hump it, too.

For Aurora it's literally just a sex toy what can I say. The entirety of Phantom is, but the tummy is just top tier. She’ll lick it, bite it, hump it, knead it, literally whatever, but her favorite thing to do is dress Phantom up in some pretty tight lingerie that makes it get squished and spill around the elastic bands and lace just so.

Sunny just wants rut her cock against it. That’s kinda it. It became one of her favorite sex things in general to do after all that time with Aether when the rest was on tour.

Rain is a freak, I think we all know it by now. He treats Phantom’s tummy like a third boob, making it as sensitive, somehow. He’ll hump it too, gladly, but his favorite is to piss on it and watch it spill down that bit of fat. Also the piss collecting in his belly button <3

The least normal about it is Mountain. Oh boy… he’s insane. Phantom flashes him with his tummy for a millisecond and Mountain’s so hard it hurts before his brain even catches up to what his eyes saw. He has no idea what’s so hot about it but he’s truly crazy. If he gets riled up enough as he fucks Phantom, the sight alone or the feel of the softness under his hands is enough to make him cum. What fucks him up the best is the way that tummy looks with his cock buried balls deep in Phantom. The bulge is so big and Mountain will fuck his knot and his load into him as many times as he’ll let him just to watch it grow. After they’re done, the big guy has to sleep with his face in it. This alone can be aftercare for him. He wraps his lanky limbs around Phantom’s leg and uses his tummy like a pillow. 9 times out of 10 in those situations Phantom will be woken up to Mountain humping his leg and whining into his tummy. He doesn’t complain.

[mikeeel]

always 'nd forever seungcheol x mixed!reader (MY REPPP) bestfriends to lovers!au (YAAAAAAAAAA) warnings: not much, jst dirty things & suggestive not explicit smut but yanno they get naked, weed, Idk

based off of girl with the tattoo.lewd by miguel

IMAGINE:

you and seungcheol had been bestfriends for as long as you could speak. you two were glued to the hip since youth and no matter how many times you tried to break apart, you always managed to come back to each other. you've never known anyone different. it's always been you and him. it was visible you were close. so visible, your classmates would ask either of you where the other was when they weren't present, because if anyone would know where one was, the other would know. and it's correct. you always knew. you shared everything, you've seen everything. nothing was, embarrassing between you two, i mean, you've bathed with each other for god's sake! that's what close friends do. and since he always defended you when people would comment on your skin colour and then your parents' LACK of colour, you always found him a safe place, a comfort zone. and since he was always alone, you gave him company within a big house.

'girl! where are you?' yunjin waves in your face, pulling a face as she snaps you back into reality. 'sorry, uh,' you scramble to find the notes you were reading over. but your phone vibrates.. cheollie :) is ringing you swipe your phone quicker than yunjin could blink and you answer it with a honey-dew like voice. 'hello?' you say while twirling your hair like a 14 year old girl. you smile cheekily while yunjin pulls the most disgusted face known to man. 'uhm, yeah i'm studying with yunjinnie.. uhh, we're like done now basically hahaha.' you cutely giggled as you falsely claim that you've finished everything (you haven't even started) and start packing away. 'a party?' you stop in your tracks and yunjin's eyes widen. you look at yunjin and she shrugs, egging you on to reply. 'sure, i'll go. yunjin will come with me,' you say as you mouth sorry to a pissed off yunjin. 'okay. love you, bye' you hang up and slap your head repetitively. you can never say no to seungcheol and it's starting to piss you off. 'are you serious, y/n? our project is due in two days.' yunjin scolds you and proceeds to pack up too. 'yunjin, please! this could be my chance.' you beg her with pleading eyes. 'smch, whatever,' she rolls her eyes and grabs you to get ready for the party.

you knock on the door of the house literally vibrating from the loud dj music and screaming. seungkwan opens the door with a desperate look on his face. seungcheol is attempting to chug from a keg but is failing miserably. as you watch him you hear yunjin whisper, "why don't you show him you can do everything he can?" as you remember all the times he says you were too 'afraid' to have fun. you walk over there and snag it from seungcheol's hands. as you chug it and chug it, everyone is egging you on. as you remove your lips and look up from the keg, seeing stars mixed with people's faces the whole room is silent. everyone is looking at each other while seungcheol looks at you in shock. he gives you the widest, shit-eating grin ever and exclaims. 'fuck yeah!!' cheers and roars of encouragement are heard as everybody slaps your shoulders and back. dokyeom shakes your hand. 'well done, y/n. i knew you could do it. i'm about to cry,' he starts to weep dramatically and you roll your eyes. 'y'all can't take no shit.' you kiss your teeth as you whip your head away from him. dokyeom laughs out loud and slaps cheol on his back. 'i forget your girl's british and jamaican. combination of two worlds,' he attempts to do a british accent but pathetically fails. but what you focus on is that dk called you seungcheol's 'girl'? and, he didn't react but laugh and slap him on the back of his head. you can't lie, it got you flustered but that's normal right? right..

'come on, dk. lay off it. your british accent is almost as bad as your engineering final grades,' vernon chuckles as the three of you bust up laughing as dokyeom walks off with an attitude. you don't forget what you came here for though, so you tap cheol on the shoulder. 'hey, can we talk?' you whisper in his ear, he nods and pulls you closer to whisper back. his hot breath fanning across your neck and ear as he whispers. 'yeah of course darling, what about?' you freeze. you personally combusted into a million flames and literally FELT like you were on fire. you felt like you were about to pass out and fawn like women did in those really old movies. you pull him closer until he turns his head and silence.. everything seems silent. it was only for 20 seconds or so but it felt like eternity in his eyes. you snapped out of it though when you dragged to a typical spin the bottle. cheol shouts in agreement as he puts out his hand. 'wanna do it?' as his eyes trace your features. your perked lips and brown eyes with falsies flashing at him. you look beautiful, he's mesmerised. you put your hands in his. 'only if it's with you.' you say as you squeeze his hand. he flashes a golden boy smile as he holds your hand to walk to the living room.

'okay, y/n. you spin,' dokyeom says while taking a swig of some bacardi. you shake your head and spin. it spins and lands on vernon. everyone laughs and chants 'kiss' as you shrug. you don't give a fuck, you downed so many shots and had that big bowl of alcohol, you don't remember what's what and you don't care either.

'sexy, give me a kiss,' you slur as a joke and climb to vernon and grab his face. you kiss him long, slow and hard. everyone in the room is shocked, except one.

seungcheol.

he's bursting at the seams inside actually, trying not to rip you off vernon and show you exactly who deserves you. his clenched teeth and fists, he's mad. and dk noticed. he clears his throat before you start to get deeper in the kiss with vernon. you two break apart and you let out the most obvious giggle ever. vernon shakes his head as you turn your body around to sit on him, and vernon snakes his hands around you to wrap himself around you and whispers in your ear. you giggle and whisper back at his ear as your head tilts backwards onto his shoulders. this is when seungcheol breaks and stands up and proceeds to storm out the living room. you're too focused on vernon's shoe crevices to even notice he's gone until you noticed the long silence with everyone looking at you.

'what?' you question as you turn to ask seungcheol what's going on, you saw he wasn't there anymore. yunjin slaps vernon's hand from your waist.

'girl? did you forget what you here for?' yunjin hushers as she pushes you off. your eyes widen as you run off to find seungcheol.

he's upstairs in his room, window open and looking out into the street. faint barking and alarms can be heard with the midnight sky. the house feels quieter, but he doesn't care that much. 'vernon? you gotta be shitting me,' he says to himself.

you walk up the stairs, towards the back of the house where seungcheol's room is, cursing yourself for not thinking. that's exactly what you NEVER do. you see the door is slightly ajar so you creep in. you scowl as you see a cigarette. as you take the cigarette from his hand, he looks up at you with jealousy in his eyes but a twang of hurt too. 'stop smoking, i told you it's not attractive,' you say as you twist and turn it on the ashtray. 'says the one who smokes blunts,' he grunted as you laughed. 'only when i go to jamaica,' you stand next to him and fiddle with your jeans. 'do you like me, y/n?' he asks and you tense. a long exhale is heard as you scratch your head. 'yeah,' you say straight up. cheol nods. silence occurs and you get more uncomfortable by the second. 'it's okay if you don't like me back. i get it,' you stammered. he shakes his head. 'i've been waiting for you for you to like me back since i turned 15. trust me, there's a lot of things that i'm not, but the one thing i am is in love with you,' he said, but his lip twitched. usually it means he's nervous so you move your hand to his. 'i'm sorry for kissing vernon,' you whisper, squeezing his hand. you've both held hands many times but this time, it just feels different, it feels real. 'it's okay n/n. you can kiss me instead,' he turns his head to face you. you feel sober, he made you realise, he's your reality, your future. he always had been. your eyes get glossy as you admire his features. you lean in to kiss him, his lips flushed against yours. over time, you get closer, touchier. you feel him, here, now. you break apart. the only light in the room is moonlight as he leads you to his bed. 'i want to show you how vulnerable i am for you, y/n,' cheol begins slowly rising his shirt, showing his heartbeat tattoo on his heart. his body sculpted by god, perfecting itself in the shining light. you truly are in him completely. 'i'm vulnerable for you, seungcheol. i always have been,' you unbuckle your corset top as you let it fall, revealing your blue, lacy bra. he inhales as he tries to contain himself, he unties his sweatpants and lets them fall too, kicking them to a random place in his room. you undo your jean buttons, removing your trousers. you're both left in your underwear, you nod and begin taking them off, revealing your nude bodies. you feel cold as the open window brushes wind through your body, making you shiver. cheol laughs as he walks towards you. he opens his arms, leaving you to make the choice to embrace him or not. you're hesitant, but you step closer and hold him. you stay like that for a bit, holding each other.

he lets you go and slowly lowers you onto the bed, prepared to show you how much he truly loves you.

[ghoultrifle]

Trifle, i saw your ask to moony and now...i am requesting your pissboy hc's for the ghouls and ghoulettes! If you want to share them with us, that is :)

wooh boy anon i hope you knew what you were getting yourself into when you asked this, of course i want to spread the pissboys agenda!! a lot of piss below the cut (obviously)

Cirrus: Loves watching her partners squirm and writhe around as they beg for permission to go. Sometimes she'll be kind and let them, other times she sits back and watches as they piss themselves. Can also be found pissing on other ghouls.

Dewdrop: He's into the humiliation of it all. Doesn't really enjoy piss as a substance but nothing gets him going like being shamed for pissing himself. Has cum far too many times after being used as a urinal by Rain. Especially enjoys Cirrus pressing on his bladder and cooing at him when he doubles over and leaks just a tiny bit. Prefers to be humiliated but has a soft spot for putting Mountain in Scenarios because the big guy gets so embarrassed and so horny about it, how could he not? (inspired by my own ask to @high-imperatrix here, #piss pals 4ever)

Sunny: Full. Bladder. Fucking. She doesn't care who, preferably both of them. Trying not to let on to the other that they're about to burst (and bust hehe) while the pace is relentless. Each thrust feeling like it might be the last before she loses control.

Swiss: Likes the humiliation aspect but also just the feeling of pissing himself. Doesn't even really need a partner, will just go out for a walk around the grounds and start wetting himself mid-stride. Films himself every time as well, sends it to whichever unsuspecting (but consenting) ghoul he thinks will enjoy it most. Gets hard when a sibling notices and cocks an eyebrow at him, maybe goes to a quite corner near a tree and tugs himself off until he cums on his already wet jeans. (disclaimer: this is all fantasy, please do not rope in unsuspecting members of the public into your sexual play)

Cumulus: Hates humiliation but loves being a good girl for Cirrus or Mountain as they let go, perched between their legs. Loves being marked by her lovers as they drench her in their piss, watching the relief contort on their faces as they become more turned on by the second. They always fuck nasty afterwards.

Aurora: Biggest piss switch you've ever seen. Even in the same scene she will go from wetting herself at the mercy of her partner to pushing them onto the bed and fucking them with a full bladder until they leak. Her favourite is to get Ifrit all hydrated and then get him worked up, start squirming on his lap until he confesses he really has to go, and of course she doesn't let up, that would be too nice.

Mountain: Definitely a watersports kinda guy. Isn't really into wetting, all seems a bit too fabricated for him, he likes to be at one with nature, as Satan intended. Only exception to this rule is when Dew makes him wet himself, he would truly do anything for that ghoul. Also a switch so enjoys scenes with Aurora out in the woods. They bring lots of water and spend hours out there, pissing then fucking then pissing some more.

Aether: Loves piss as long as he doesn't have to touch it. For that reason he loves tying Rain up, partially suspended from the ceiling and watching him try to no avail to free himself from the rope before giving up and flooding his pants. During these scenes Aether can be found in the corner, dick in hand as he stokes himself to completion, timing it with when Rain loses control (hijacking @herbal-quintessence's addition to this post, thank you my piss pal <3)

Phantom: The ultimate piss boy <33 will do anything and everything and will get off on it every time. If there was a rice purity test of piss his score would be 0. If you can think it, he's both done it and had it done to him. Things he's done include: being pissed on, desperation, wetting himself, drinking piss, public play, diapers, being pissed in, the list goes on. Truly my Go To for piss scenarios, he's just so versatile!

[sphylor]

hey, mind sharing some kitty dew thoughts? please im obsessed

oh i would love nothing more than to share kitty Dew thoughts!! so here are some headcanons under the cut because i am just as obsessed over him as you are:

kitty Dew is nonverbal. he can talk if he needs to but he can only manage a few basic words at a time and it is very exhausting for him so the other ghouls have learned how to communicate with him in other ways. he communicates mostly through chirps, chitters, meows, purring, mrrps, hissing yowls and other noises. he also uses body language to get his meaning across. various tail flicks and flagging are used to show different emotions as well as general posture and movement.

he does the slow blink thing that cats do to show affection and trust.

he makes biscuits on the other ghouls when feeling comfy and content.

he LOVES his fishy girlfriend but HATES the water and so he'll sit on the dock or at the edge of the lake and watch Rain like how cats watch fish in a fishtank. he has jumped in the lake, forgetting that he hates water and then scrambling to get back out, hissing all the way, many times... Rain will surface every now and then to check that he's ok (and also because he cant stand to stay away from Dew for too long lets face it) and Dew will gently bap him on the nose every time.

kitty Dew just likes to bap everyone and it can mean so many different things. it can be out of affection, curiosity (he bapped Mountain's glasses right off his face when he got new ones), annoyance, etc.

he also likes to bite. like, A LOT. when he gets too overwhelmed with emotion he will most likely bite the nearest person. its almost never enough to actually pierce the skin (almost) and is usually caused by too many positive things rather than negative. for example: when Dew's getting doted on by the other ghouls and he's getting a bit too much positive attention he just has to release that in some way... and Aether has the scars to show for it hshbjfhbjh.

he'll "cry" (not in the human sense but in the cat sense) if he's left on his own for too long but then once people come to join him he is just not at all interested in their attention and will most likely get up and go somewhere else. he will of course start "crying" again because he's on his own and the cycle will repeat.

he can be incredibly clingy when he wants to be, though. sometimes he will choose a ghoul to follow around for the day and he rarely grasps the concept of personal space. he is going EVERYWHERE with whoever he has chosen to follow around that day.

he loves to be doted on by the others. he loves the attention. he is just an adorable kitty and can do no wrong in their eyes. even when he knocks things over on purpose or gets a case of the 3am zoomies he knows that all he has to do is look up at them and meow oh so sweetly and they will fawn over him and coddle him and all will be forgiven.

he LOVES scritches at the base of his horns.

and lastly:

kitty Dew will fall asleep on people and will get upset if they have to move:

Swiss: "Dew, buddy, I need to go piss. You gotta get up."

Dew: Glares up at Swiss

Swiss: "-or I can just hold it in. Yeah, I'll hold it."

Dew: Gives a content little mrrp and goes back to napping

[jesusbutbetterrr]

i wanna play Papa's Freezeria but my laptop is almost dead, so in honor of being to lazy to charge it, I will give you my hcs of how I think the ghouls would play the game.

Dewdrop starts off in the first few round putting his effort into it, but by day 4 hes gotten too many customer complaints to give a shit. He's taken to purposefully fucking orders up to piss off certain customers.

Phantom loves the game, the tasks tickle his brain in the right way. With that being said, he's low key shit at the game. He doesn't quite understand what the percentages mean when he finishes an order and gets it judged, so he's not aware that he's doing anything wrong.

Cirrus is really good at the game, but she finds it to be boring and a waste of time. Or so she says. Aurora once found her up late at night playing the game on her laptop, humming some random tune, and having the time of her life.

Rain for the most part has mastered the game and breezes through it. But after watching Dew purposefully piss off customers, he just had to get in on the action.

Mountain doesn't understand why any of them would ever even play the game to begin with. He doesn't understand how they don't get overwhelmed past the third day. He once tried to face his fears by seeing how far he can get, only to stop around day 5, and Aether had to calm him down from a panic attack.

Cumulus truly doesn't care about the game. She doesn't see the appeal, it's not that she dislikes it, it's just not her thing. She does enjoy the little mini games in-between the rounds though.

Swiss is banned from playing the game.

Aether will play it on occasion, mostly to try to see how well he can play it without putting effort into it. He's actually really good at doing so, which will bother Rain from time to time.

Aurora is obsessed with it. She takes great joy into making everything look picture perfect and will take everyone customer view to heart. She does a little happy dance everytime she gets a tip from an order. One time a very picky critic gave her a rating that dipped down to the 70s, and the whole pack had to comfort her because she got so hurt over it.

Sunshine is convinced that the whole point of the game is to do as bad as you can. Cirrus will watch in horror as she makes each order the most vile it can get. It tickles her to death how funny it all is.

[dreadfullydevoted]

when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) <3 <3

DEW. dew. answer this RN!!!!

Whaatg…. Shit ok smh….

1. I guess I like how I make my s/o laugh a lot??? Idk it’s cute and I’m glad I can make them laugh as much as I do

2. My ocs r pretty swag, I guess those too :L

3. Chat im so strong I’ve been traumatized so many times and now I’m living out of SPITE I think that’s cool??

4. Uh…. Uhhhhhh…. My knowledge of a bunch of different media, I still think I’m cool whenever I can tell someone the exact date and time of someone’s death just off the top of my head or be able to quote the introduction of a movie… (proof below the cut)

5. Yaaaawns, this made me think too hard so now I’m sleepy so my sleepiness is cool too

And now… the movie quote……

Hello? Hello. Yes? Who is this? Who are you trying to reach? What number is this? What number are you trying to reach? I don’t know. I think you have the wrong number. Do I? It happens. Take it easy. Hello? I’m sorry I guess I dialed the wrong number. So why did you dial it again? To apologize! You’re forgiven. Bye now. Wait wait don’t hang up. What? I want to talk to you for a second. They’ve got 900 numbers for that, see ya.

Hello? Why don’t you want to talk to me? Who is this? You tell me your name I’ll tell you mine. I don’t think so. What’s that noise? Popcorn! You’re making popcorn? Uh huh! I only eat popcorn at the movies. I’m getting ready to watch a video. Really? What? Just some scary movie. You like scary movies? Uh huh! What’s your favorite scary movie? Uhhhh I don’t know. You have to have a favorite, what comes to mind? Uh… Halloween, you know the one with the guy in the white mask that walks around and stalks babysitters… what’s yours? Guess. Uh… Nightmare on elm street! Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers? Yeah, Freddy krueger! Freddy, that’s right. I liked that movie. It was scary. Yeah, the first one was… but the rest sucked. Sooo, you got a boyfriend? Why, you wanna ask me out on a date? Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend? No. You never told me your name. Why do you want to know my name? Because I want to know who I’m looking at. …What did you say? I… want to know who I’m talking to. That’s not what you said… what do you think I said? What? Hello? Look, i gotta go. Wait, I thought we were gonna go out. Nah, I don’t think so.

Don’t hang up on me. Shit. ….Yes? I told you not to hang up on me. What do you want? To talk! Dial someone else, okay? Listen asshole! NO YOU LISTEN YOU LITTLE BITCH, IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I’LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH YOU UNDERSTAND? …Hahah, yeah… Is this some kind of joke..? More of a game really. Can you handle that… Blondie? Can you see me? Listen, I am two seconds away from calling the police. They’d never make it in time… we��re out in the middle of nowhere. What do you want? TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE. Who’s there? Who’s there? I’m calling the police! You should never say “who’s there,” don’t you watch scary movies? It’s a death wish! You might as well just come out here to investigate a strange noise or somethin. Look, you’ve had your fun now… So I think you better leave or else… or else what? Or else my boyfriend will be here any second, and he’ll be pissed when he finds out. I thought you didn’t have a boyfriend… I lied! I do have a boyfriend and he’ll be here any second so your ass better be gone. Sure …I swear… He’s big and he plays football and he’ll kick the shit out of you! I’m getting scared… I’m shaking in my boots. So you better just leave. His name wouldn’t be… Steve, would it? How do you know his name?

Turn on the patio light. Again. OH GOD! I wouldn’t do that if I were you! Where are you? Guess. Please don’t hurt him. That all depends on you… why are you doing this? I wanna play a game!! No… THEN HE DIES RIGHT NOW! No, no! Which is it? Which is it? Wha… What kind of game..? Turn off the light. You’ll see what kind of game. Just do it. Casey! No! No! No! Casey!

Here’s how we play… I ask a question, if you get it right, Steve lives. Please don’t do this. Come on, it’ll be fun! Please… it’s an easy category. Please.. movie trivia! I’ll even give you a warm up question. Don’t do this, I can’t— name the killer in Halloween. No… come on! It’s your favorite scary movie, remember? He had a white mask… he stalked the baby sitters… I don’t know.. come on, yes you do… no, please.. what’s his name? I can’t think. Steve’s counting on you. Michael. Michael Michael. Yes! Very good… now, for the real question… no! But you’re doing so well! We can’t stop now! Please stop… leave us alone… Then answer the question. Same category. Oh, please stop. Name the killer in Friday The 13th. Jason! Jason! Jason! I’m sorry, that’s the wrong answer! NO ITS NOT NO ITS NOT

Ok I don’t wanna write the rest but that’s a good chunk of the beginning of scream

[skeletood]

OHHHHH SO MANY THOUGHTS TO SHARE

Holy shit. Probably the hardest I’ve laughed at any of the new seasons releases so far. Absolutely speechless

Hellhole:

- SOOOOO HAPPY to see them riff again it’s so corny and silly

- Beavis gets to hell and his first thought is where all the biker dudes are? interesting interesting *puts this in my notes

-oh my god already some amazing facial expressions

no wonder this dude ends up with so many cracked teeth in the future

- the boys being inexplicably immune to death never gets old to me

- THE DARKNESS PART HAD MY HEAD IN MY HANDS SHUT UP. THANK **GOD** IT WASN’T ANOTHER ESCAPED SNAKE SITUATION DEAR GOD IVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER FOR A BAIT AND SWITCH

-hehe :] sillies

Overall thoughts: Another great ep this season good job guys, gave me a lot of good little laughs

The video segment was whatever but Arianna’s eye candy so like. All good :]

Take A Bow:

My god. I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen on the way in to this episode and I was NOT prepared for what it gave me and put me through

- already starting the ep strong with some GREAT facial expressions

so fucking real i used to do this to my guy friends when i was their age. not quite enough to put them in the hospital but like. yea lmao

- (monotone) “Take a bow” HAD ME DYINNNNGGGGG

- knowing about all the flavors of mountain dew what a goddamn nerd (knows everything about the different monster flavors)

- “Cherries don’t taste red at ALL. They taste all barfy” little kids complaining about foods they dont like is so silly, thank you for being your childish self its so refreshing

oh man. fuck. its butthead characterization time! finally some good fucking food. oh man here come the waterworks IMAGINE me getting stupid over an emotionally stunted idiot with a big head:

- “not until youre better beavis” first of all shut up. second of all shut up.

- “It’s like, I didn’t mean to hurt him. Feeling bad sucks.” WE KNOW BABY. WE KNOW. SO PROUD OF YOU FOR ADMITTING IT HUN :((((( the fact that bro cant even acknowledge he HAS feelings unless he’s alone. the volumes that speaks to me. man

if you had told me a week ago these were real screenoshots i wouldnt have believed you. at all. cant wait to see the looks on the faces of all the “ohh stop looking so far into it its just a stupid lowbrow cartoon” people like shut the fuck up!!!!! youve clearly never experienced real friendship before and are so pissed off cause u dont know what it looks like

- not pictured here is where they had to forcefully remove butthead from the room bc he was freaking out after thinking he killed beavis. If you disagree youre just wrong sorry!

- not only is this a funny as hell angle but man. we already know damn well he doesn’t want beavis to die but its nice to hear him say it. also he’s right, it was really funny. take a bow :]

- a lot of really good beavis screams this episode too

- BOY. HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT “COVID” IS. MR JUDGE IM STRIKING THAT FROM THE RECORDS BUT YOURE ON THIN FUCKING ICE AKJSDSNA

- “-and his friend would have died of grief shortly there-after” I’m- I need a minute. LIKE WE ALREADY KNEW THIS BUT. THANKS FOR ADMITTING IT. 

- also, god is a whiteman i guess kasjndsajkd

In conclusion: both fucking great episodes. I am always EXTRA excited for Butt-Head characterization moments, it just makes him so much more human. Not to mention how happy I am to see that they toned down his cruelty JUST a touch. I honestly didn’t notice how bad it had gotten last season until i compared it to how this one is going so far, it feels more like older seasons butthead again :] Like dont get me wrong i LOVE it when he’s mean its just who he is but it should come more out of a place of stupidity/no real self awareness than like. idk wherever it was coming from last season. These boys are goin soft on us and to that i say: thank god. It’s nice to see them act human. Take a bow has EASILY taken old man beavis’ place as my favorite ep so far and ngl its going to be tough to beat. Funny episode that had me chuckling throughout the whole thing AND nice Butt-Head moments? Oh Mike, you shouldnt have u///u

Anyways lemme know your thoughts :]

[paradiseshards]

AU TIME

I had bits of this in my head at the end of reading Thunder, and now its kind of expanding but its by no means a solid thing- anyway.

So its kinda related to a lil art thing i did back when thunder was released. After Frostpaw had her big revelation, or maybe when Riverstar told her the ‘you were never meant to be a medicine cat, but now you’re one anyway lol’ thing (he did that, right? It wasn’t just him thinking it?), she was given a sort of, direct link to starclan and prophecies and whatnot. Like Jayfeather, but more biblically accurate and probably overpowered. And some Rootspring typical possession maybe, that’d be fun.

But i digress. They get back to the clans, and Frostpaw and Nightheart decide that since everyone thinks Frostpaw is dead already anyway, they could fake a sign from starclan to take away everyone’s trust in Splashtail.

Luckily for Frostpaw, the night was already a particularly cold one. Despite it being relatively early in the night, dew was already clinging to the grasses, and she was fully prepared to take advantage of this. Carefully brushing her fur against the plants, she collected the water drops at the ends of her pelt, and prepared for probably the biggest lie she would ever tell.

A comforting nod from Nightheart and the park cats gave her a small boost of confidence, and she stepped out into the clearing.

A loud, deceivingly calm mew cut through the chatter of the other clans, silencing their discourse over Splashtail’s announcement. “Splashtail is no leader; he’s a murderer. He killed Reedtail, and he killed me too.”

The cats turned to look at whoever this cat was, interrupting their meeting- and see her, they did. Frostpaw’s white and gray fur shone like a second moon, dewdrops glittering like her namesake in her fur. To all the gathered clans, Frostpaw truly did look like a Starclan cat.

Now if any of you remember that one scene where Lion, Jay, and Holly all faked a sign with their kind of cousins, and then Starclan actually turned it into a real one? Yeah, that happens here.

Frostpaw’s dew freezes and actually glows like stars, and because all of starclan is one collective theater kid with a taste for the dramatic (and i just think it’d look cool, sue me), Frostpaw’s funky silly stitches are still there and shine like gold. Rule of cool or something, I don’t take criticism on this.

Here’s where it starts growing into Wind events, kind of.

Whether the clans actually believe her or not, Splashtail is pissed and isn’t about to let her ruin all his plans. So maybe he calls her bluff, and maybe his hold over Riverclan is already strong enough to convince them all to keep following him despite a ‘literal starclan cat’ claiming he murdered their deputy and a child.

She could still end up in Shadowclan, but something is different about her now. She walks with the confidence of a cat many, many times her age, and when others look at her, it’s almost like seeing double. That cat is fluffy, small Frostpaw, but that cat is also dark gray, with all the knowledge of starclan and leadership in his eyes.

Riverstar has pulled a retroactive Cinderpelt on Frostpaw.

Maybe she’s permanently a bit glittery and borderline ghosty now, or maybe its something she can turn off, or it only happens while Riverstar is, I don’t know, lending her his blessing. But she stalks the Riverclan borders during dawn and dusk, staring silently at the cats who refused to believe her, and at night, she finds ways to haunt Splashtail.

Those cold, frozen blue eyes watching him from the entrance to the leader’s den, her blood dripping down from a neck wound that should have long since healed.

General cryptid Frostpaw stuff. I think she deserves to be a little silly as the local Horrors. Starclan and the powers that be have done more for less, before. Probably. Okay maybe not but shhhh, let me have this.

[pussyluvr2000]

From my abuelos' house that they no longer live in. Because they moved to a nursing home. But now it's just my grandfather. My grandmother died in September. I did not have a close relationship with my grandmother. She could be very cold. I feel a gap in my life without her, though. I think I had a reconciliation fantasy that I held in earnest. Believed for a long time that we would become friends. That I would play cards with her. There's no cards to play now. My grandfather, whose dementia is so terrible that he often believes my grandmother, his wife of over 60 years, his dear Rocio (dewdrop. My grandmother's name means dew) is still alive. The nurses have to explain where she is. He won't pick up the phone. My heart aches for him. I hear that the other ladies at the nursing home try to keep his spirits up. My sister is his power of attorney. My grandmother most certainly did this just to piss my mother off, since my father is cognitively disabled and she would've been the most intuitive choice. But my mom and grandma never got along well. And i have little idea what happens down there, as I have no relationship with my sister. 2023 taking my grandmother felt like some sort of twisted chapter closing. Along with her passing, I began to tell my mom less. I don't hide things to protect myself from consequences anymore, but rather to spare her the worry. I saw a video of a tarantula shedding her skin the other day. It was probably for the best, but it looked incredibly scary. Seizing up, shaking, all eight limbs involuntarily twitching wildly as she emerged from what protected her for so long. Until it couldn't. Something akin to that happened in October. But i do my remembering exercises, also. As in: I know the exact smell of the wood paneling in their basement, cleaned with Pine-Sol. When I got close enough, I could see the reflection of my little face in the reddish grain. I'd put my chubby girl hands on the wall to see my fingerprints in the condensation. My grandmother would tell me to sit down. I'd take a seat on the same yellow couch they'd had since the 80s. My grandmother would tell me to take my feet off the couch and set them on the floor and cross my ankles. This frustrated me, because I wasn't even wearing shoes. It always struck me how much the hole in their toilet bowl resembled an ear. My grandmother wasn't much of a cook. She waited on my grandfather hand and foot most of her life, despite working full time herself. Not because she had the temperament for it, but because that is the lot of most women. I would have been cold and miserable, too. I think I understand her. Well, anyways, she didn't bake so she'd get frozen cream puffs from the IGA. They were never fully defrosted by the time my brother and I ate them, so I'd nibble away at the ice crystal layer until my teeth hurt too much to continue. She asked me so many times if I had a boyfriend, and she always told me to marry a rich man. I never came out to her because it would have torn the family apart. At her funeral, I was the only female pallbearer. My mom requested that I be pallbearer. "My daughter is strong," she reasoned with my uncles. I think she knows how much I like doing "male roles," and delighted at how that would posthumously offend my grandmother. After the Mass (where I read scripture. Book of Wisdom. Deuterocanonical book), we went to one of two restaurants in town that my grandparents would eat - a kitschy, mural-covered Italian restaurant. My sister insisted that all my siblings smile and take a picture together, since we are so rarely all in the same room. I wonder if she was also trying to convince herself to feel OK. Or if she felt relieved, because my sister and my dad's ex had been her primary contacts (messy). Who knows. Her funeral program is tucked behind my Virgen de Guadelupe candle. I can see her peeking out when I wash the dishes. Somehow, it's just another thing to look at.

[mageknife]

hi i’m elias i’m gay i like playing spellcasters in video games and my music taste is awesome (fka sexygayvampire)

- currently deep into dragon age. i’ll also post about bg3, pokemon, octopath traveler 2, and various other pieces of media i forget that i enjoy until i see them

- here is my spotify. my playlists are mostly good

- allegedly i write. my ao3 is vampyreerotica. i use it sporadically at best

- art is tagged with #elias art tag

- i talk about my dragon age ocs a lot. it’s most of what i talk about. please ask me about them. i will never shut up

- other things i enjoy a lot are coffee, weird lit, gothic lit, vampires, linguistics, astronomy, leather, and mtn dew

- i love meta and lore analysis. i do my best to do thorough research and cite sources when i post, but please do fact check me if i’ve gotten something wrong

oc list under the cut:

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primary worldstate (homosexual chantry haters)

laevis tabris: hunter archer rogue, zevran romance. he’s a faggot he’s a shithead and he’s never going to die. number one aristocracy hater forced to spend the whole game dealing with aristocrats and then made his best friend king even though neither of them wanted that. if you even so much as think about hurting the ones he loves you will become well-acquainted with several or many arrows. named his dog shianni and his blight wolf soris. loves to make friendship bracelets and gives them to the whole party. acts like this is completely normal for a 21-year-old man with a fear of vulnerability. has such good luck that it’s a little unnerving. maxed-out persuasion because he’s irritating enough that it inexplicably loops back around to being really charming

arum hawke: spirit healer mage, anders romance. loves throwing himself onto blades meant for other people. 52 constitution. is a dick to templars on purpose for fun. regularly forgets that his actions have consequences. these two facts combined have miraculously not gotten him killed. constantly makes objectively stupid choices with his whole chest. is somehow on the friendship path with nearly everyone. decided he finally wanted to try to fix his relationship with his brother but then carver immediately got the fucking blight and became a warden and now they barely speak and he feels normal about it. got hard when anders blew up the chantry. after inquisition he lets himself get possessed by a spirit of compassion that he’s grown close with and becomes an even better healer. and he was already pretty good

mullein lavellan: necromancer mage, dorian romance. unluckiest man alive. does not believe in the maker or the elven gods. is in for a rude awakening on that second one. stands at a very intimidating 4’11” if he really straightens his back, which he doesn’t. he is no one’s herald, no one’s hero, and really really wishes he were no one’s inquisitor. despises diplomacy but could not be less than polite if he tried. actively tries to ruin his public image but somehow people still respect and worship him and it makes him so annoyed. his whole clan got slaughtered and he coped by becoming a necromancer about it. controls the political climate of southern thedas with the power of his pathetic big wet eyes

vervain “v” mercar: evoker mage, emmrich romance. grew up on the dock town streets and taught himself magic by way of accidental murder. pissed off at all times. would suck dick for a cigarette but more likely for free like an idiot. wears rings to make his punches hurt more. is a long-range staff mage who never engages in melee. worst cook in the imperium. lets a bunch of children live in his apartment and teaches them how to pick pockets. is banned from the cobbled swan, does not remember why. it was probably for starting too many bar fights, though half of the fights he starts end in semi-public sex so maybe it was that. is gay. does crimes. cannot be left alone with his thoughts. is extremely good at chess and wicked grace. always cheats at both anyway

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secondary worldstate (what da hell is a mentally well person doing in kinloch hold) (still cooking)

cedric amell: blood mage/spirit healer, morrigan romance. wet. sad. never not crying. he’s like if a sheet of 1-ply toilet paper was a man. i don’t think he should be trusted with any responsibilities ever. i have not made him yet because i have a vision and that requires that i install mods for origins and i’m scared of technology

calen hawke: spirit healer/blood mage, anders romance. blue hawke who started doing blood magic by accident. my son arum hawke and his brother calen “isn’t calen your son” j don’t like him

rue trevelyan: knight-enchanter mage, cullen romance. had an awful experience at their circle and does not trust templars even a little bit. chronically pissed off. especially pissed off that they caught feelings for cullen

felandaris thorne: spellblade mage, neve romance. spent 24 years in the fereldan circle. finally escaped only for the circles to immediately get disbanded forever. anders’s worse narrative foil. doesn’t give enough of a shit about their life to be having a mid-life crisis. wishes they could just get themselves killed already but are half-assing even that. good enough with a dagger that they sometimes forget they’re a mage. named themselves felandaris while at the circle to spite everyone constantly warning them about demon possession; passed their harrowing through sheer force of commitment to the bit

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misc characters

rori aeducan: champion warrior, alistair romance. won the provings in her own name and then went home and took a nap. practically begged duncan to let her be a grey warden just so she could stop being an aeducan. unkillable. unstoppable. unfuckwithable. was kind of just looking for a reason to kick her brother’s ass anyway. can and will carry alistair on her shoulders. can and will throw him across the room and knock a bunch of darkspawn over like bowling pins. capable of outdrinking oghren. doesn’t even like beer. cuts her own hair with a dull knife and a dream despite owning high-quality blades. a disgrace to her family and could not be more proud of it

castano de riva: spellblade mage, lucanis romance. what if a big sad affectionate dog was an assassin for hire who hated his job. dumb as rocks, somehow a skilled enough mage to not die in crow training. 3 months younger than viago and not allowed to forget it. walking inferiority complex. punched the first warden and cried. failed to talk mythal out of a fight and cried. bafflingly good at painting. puts the adhd in adhd. a little bit scared of blood. the scar on his face came from an incident that neither he nor viago will talk about but that apparently involved at least two cheesecakes. born to be a dogboy himbo trophy husband, forced to murder and kill

asphodelus “ash” ingellvar: death caller mage, davrin romance. may or may not be undead, or he might just be anemic and vitamin deficient. wants to show you his bug collection and his mineral collection and his fossil collection and his bone collection and his taxidermy collection. accidentally burned some of his hair off with toxic alchemical sludge. has done experiments on corpses of things you’ve never even heard of. just barely too hinged to pull a hezenkoss. has never had sex that wasn’t in a graveyard. stopped an entire war because it got in the way of his studies. has never told a lie in his life. turned on by his own blood; once again, is anemic

[delicrieux]

…TAKING WHAT’S NOT YOURS ! ⋆｡°✩

⋆⭒˚.⋆ chapter summary. life...imitates manga? is that how the saying goes...?

pairing. gojo satoru x f!sorcerer reader ft. suguru warnings for this chapter. being a somewhat bad friend, gojo is annoying, swear wc. 4.2k author’s note. if this was shoujo manga YALL WOULD BE EATING IT UP!!! instead of leaving comments begging to clock gojo in the jaw (based)

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CHAPTER 4: crush business, but not really

"kaaaami-chaaaan~ dropped my glasses, i'm so clumsy. bend over and pick them up for me?"

you kick them into the pond.

*

"pleeeaaaaase kami-chan, we both hate doing homework and it's just faster if we do it together. i’m smarter anyway; ain’t that awesome?"

you hurl his into the nearest trashcan.

*

"hey, what's your cup size again?"

"excuse me?!"

"ah, your reaction, that's right... it's B."

you leap at his neck but he dodges like a wimp.

*

gojo's particular brand of psychological terror wasn't always this, exactly. no, the handling and the pet names and the weird stares you know he's throwing behind his glasses are all novel changes. he might've realized his old methods weren't working all that well, or he grew bored with simple mockery and general disapproval of your existence. it didn't matter, in the grand scheme of things, because this is all just a game to him, and the high stakes (being your well-being) would never reach a point of concern.

not even implying concern for a friend, a colleague, or just a person. not even a pet. like a stray scrambling for food, or a spider trapped in a circle one drew on paper. no, 'aw, poor lil' guy' with an ounce of empathy.

for most of your time knowing him, it was something like this: him giving you false directions for a mission, leaving you stranded on the other side of the country with barely enough money for a train ticket, him giving you the wrong schedule so you'd be abysmally late, him purposely messing up your reports (how he even did that is beyond you), him audibly laughing at your clothes, your hair, the makeup you took pains to do that day, the way you spoke, and the many things about you he found 'a total fucking bore,' which was everything, apparently.

once, on a mission gone awry when the lot of you were 17 and carefree, he urged you and shoko to jump off a high building, which the both of you did, because he wasn't that bad at the time. would never endanger a fellow sorcerer just for giggles, would he? wrong, he caught shoko easy, and he promised to catch you, too, but you just kept tumbling till getou's arms cradled you close to his chest. the two of them laughed. that day, one left with a bloody nose.

gojo satoru, age 17, laughed so much at your terrified expression he nearly pissed himself. kept mimicking you shrieking for weeks on end, and that was about the time you really started to hate him.

the sun is blistering on the back of your neck. you huff, draw back, inhale a cloud of dust that coats the back of your throat, "the hell?" you speak, a hard edge you normally save for your least favorite person in the world, "what's gotten into you?"

you extend a hand, clammy from sweat, but it doesn't shake.

getou lays on the ground for a moment. midafternoon sunshine purges the sharp lines on his face and the dark bags that've been growing larger as days slipped into months. he breathes, staring up at the luminous sky for a moment, before turning his head. a lock of ink black curls tumble from his forehead. you yank his arm, and he doesn't resist the pull, climbing to his feet.

"sorry," he mumbles, lips puffy and torn on one side, "guess i'm distracted today."

a pickle of regret rises as you note blood dewing, "your lip."

"mm, yeah. doesn't hurt," he dismisses, almost sheepish, and he let's go with a small step back, like he's about to get into his stance, but his shoulders are too hunched and he already seems vaguely overwhelmed.

in all the time you've known getou suguru, you've never seen him this... diminished. he carries an air with him, has a tall stature and narrow eyes, but there's an openness to his smile and his soft voice, a compassion in his gestures and words. people are drawn to him because he's been carved to understand and comfort —his intentions are pure, the concern he shows is authentic. he's strong, strong in a different sense that someone like gojo could never be, and he commands the attention and adoration of others by simply existing. getou is special. in a way that you fully don't understand.

you wonder what is troubling him now, if the words stuck in his chest will never take a single breath outside him. because something must be weighing him if he can't meet your eye, or simply don't want to do it. something you've seen glimpses of all of last year and this spring, slowly boiling under the surface that made him more withdrawn.

he wipes the blood with his thumb, stares at it for a moment, like marveling at the medical miracle of getting hurt, "you've got a mean punch,"

"i guess,"

"maybe we're both distracted," he surmises. you're not usually this rough, but you had been thinking of gojo rolling on the floor laughing at you nearly splattering on the sidewalk. then again, getou isn't usually this sloppy either.

an arrogant part of you chimes that he simply didn't see it coming, that you're just that good. maybe. but the likely scenario is that he did, and he just didn't bother to dodge. his heart wasn't really in this sparring session to begin with. it's weird. getou always gives his best, even in front of someone weaker than him.

"um," you stammer, glancing away, and you fold your hands awkwardly over the fabric on your lap, "should i ask shoko to—"

he clears his throat. a clunky, dissonant sound, and not because of the hit he sustained earlier. the rift between the two of you now is thicker.

he smiles. the expression does nothing to ease the tension, the fog hanging over the grass, "just a nick; no big deal. i'll focus. sorry."

"don't go easy on me," you always say this and you always mean it. you don't mind a busted lip or a bruise. it'll patch up in seconds anyway.

getou adjusts his bun, bunches of wild black strands popping around his face. he leans forward, fists ready. and even like this, he looks exhausted, "wasn't thinking of it,"

but you both know he's lying. you feel yourself ill equipped for this situation. you don't know how to deal with getou because getou always takes care of himself.

"good," you reply. you flex, bending your knees just a tiny bit, "then i won't feel bad."

"that so," his tone isn't teasing at all, more flat and distant, but you choose to ignore it, focusing instead on the clap of flesh as you close the distance between you, "if you knock me down, you'll earn some bragging rights."

a cockiness worms its way into his tone and the tension that bunched his jaw unclenches, "you can use your cursed technique, you know," you say, trying to lighten the mood a bit with a grin, "i don't mind."

the man shrugs, dodging to the right with surprising fluidity considering how lethargic he's been today, "would be boring if you died that quickly."

"oh please," you deadpan. he smiles, and for a brief second the weariness vanishes and you feel a warm gush of wind.

but his pace is slow. his movements lack his usual ferocity, and that allows you a window to knock him down again, the heel of your boot resting on his throat. no actual pressure, just a graze, "no peeking up my skirt."

he snorts, "'m not satoru."

you tick a brow, "the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"if you have to ask," getou sighs, "might be a little brain dead."

"harsh," you step off, and extend a hand again.

getou shakes his head, doesn't accept the aid. but he rolls upright. this is the worst sparring session either of you had, you reckon, and not because you made him eat dirt for a second time. he never seems down for anything anymore.

the silence that lingers is uncomfortable in that you've never had trouble speaking to him. you shuffle a bit, "...some weather, huh?" what a terrible, useless thing to say.

"yeah, think it's the heat," he agrees, and it must be lie because this is the only tolerable day this summer thus far.

getou grabs his bottle, slicks his fringe back, "good work today. but i have to go," he seems to ponder a few moments, standing idle on his heel. for a second, you think he'll talk about whatever has been eating him, or maybe even ask your opinion, but all he gives is another wince, "see you,"

"...yeah." you nod, "ice your lip, yeah? it looks bad."

"don't worry about me," he waves, walking across the grass toward the building.

and, like the cowardly soul that you are, you do not attempt to prod.

*

you stare into the depths of your cafeteria food. not a terrible assortment – not really – but you didn't feel like eating it, and you couldn't, no matter how often you played with the noodles or separated the chicken from its bone.

creak.

"eating alone, how sad."

gojo's shadow looms over. an amused expression fills his stupid, pretty features, and he tips forward on his seat, legs folding over one another. not exactly invading your personal space, but teetering just over the border. your food seems bleaker, somehow. unappealing faced with his sugary grin and the four slices of cake he brought for himself, all to be devoured likely before you can blink.

"it's kinda pathetic, to be honest,"

"bite me."

"got a rude mouth, ya know that?" his tone is teasing and gleeful. his thigh presses against your own, and you can feel him lean his weight on you. you make sure not to budge. gojo notices and gives a squeeze, just barely poking your muscle. you're not sure whether or not he is trying to rile you up or is just generally obtuse, "actually, i was coming by to tell you how shitty of a job you're doing with these cursed spirits lately. figured i'd do the academy a favor."

"cut it," you breathe, almost exasperated, but too tired to play his games, "not in the mood."

the remark would usually get him going, because you just giving in means that his constant, infuriating attacks finally got through. but not this time. his grin lessens. one could even say a sliver of sympathy passes him in the moment, but that is no emotion you associate with the man. no, you can practically taste the cruel amusement of your misery waft in the space between you two.

"that's a change," he turns a bit, knee to knee. glued to you, a persistent presence like him. you're painfully aware. you find yourself thinking back on the night spent recovering and your throat feels dry again, "didn't think i'd miss those little insults and passive aggressive looks,"

"didn't think you cared."

"mh. i don't," the delight never left him, and the statement makes the warmth of his leg tingle, like a fire is licking over you, "i guess it's boring if you don't throw a fit every other minute."

the nerve on him.

"are we done here?"

"depends," he folds his arms, rests his chin in the juncture of his elbow, glasses dipping low on the bridge of his nose. a pair of piercing eyes study you, and though his features are still arranged the same old annoying manner, a kinder edge appears, "do you wanna tell me why you're moping?"

"so, what, you can drag it out of the table and laugh at me?"

"have i done that yet?"

"god, spare me. you always find a way to," you sigh, shaking your head.

he seems to think for a few moments, scratching a cheek. in another world, another universe, maybe you two could be friends. his playful personality isn't half bad when it doesn't focus on making you a walking target or picking fun at the most obvious weak spots, and there is a certain comfort in knowing his abrasive edges as well as you do. you might even like him, if it wasn't for the past three years of utter cruelty and mental abuse.

"i'm not gonna deny that," he chuckles. it's deep, reverberating from his stomach, "it's funny when you get annoyed with me. all that poutin' is too cute."

"hate you."

"right," you sense the sting from his earlier words was supposed to be a compliment. which is an incredible reach on his part. gojo just enjoys pissing you off, and his little actions have become familiar, routine by this point, even if his methods of choice switch up from week to week.

"but today," gojo raises his finger, and it swings low like a pendulum until it's hovering just in front of your nose. the motion is strange to you, the quiet way it gravitates near to your skin. maybe he’s trying to hypnotize you, "you look especially miserable. and i'm not the cause. which i take offense to."

"mind your business, then."

the statement hangs for a second. the boy looks a tad... displeased? bothered, perhaps. the hand pulls away, and he raises both, defenseless, in a half-surrender.

"tell you what," the curve of his lips widens into a sharp grin. like a slasher smile from one of those movies they're so fond of showing at the theater these days, "since i'm feeling generous and i just saved you from having dinner alone with under-seasoned chicken, how about you answer my question, i'll answer yours."

you frown.

"well, let's hear it."

"hear what?"

"whatever is getting your panties in a twist and killing your appetite. the reason," he draws a rectangle in the air with a forefinger, mimicking a title, "why you look absolutely pitiful today."

the request does not catch you by surprise. his interest in getting under your skin isn't new information. nor is it a revelation that he doesn't speak unless he wants something. if not, you wouldn't see him all day. you suppose his new tactic is getting close and somehow stockhom syndrome-ing you to open up so he could either, a) tell everyone and laugh, b) use it against you, c) call you insane, or d) probably worse things.

still, if there's one person gojo genuinely cares about, it's getou. why, you're not entirely sure, and you have decided to spare yourself the trouble of finding out. there are laws to nature, and one of those laws is this: gojo satoru cares about getou suguru and considers him a dear friend, an equal. it's been obvious since day one.

you think. mull your words over with a carefulness you'd never thought you'd reserve for gojo. he pulls his glasses on top of his head, six eyes blinking curiously. they have a faint glow to them, you realize. a slight iridescence around the irises, like sunlight reflecting from the sea.

it's unnerving being examined so closely. you know he can see everything, maybe he can even see how your mind works. all those gears turning slowly under his inspection, wary not to slip up.

they could be pretty, maybe, if they weren't so terrifying,

you look away.

"i trained with suguru," you finally say, divulging it like it's some secret. it isn't. the fact isn't even uncommon knowledge – the two of you always spar when schedules match, and since it's so rare you're actually granted an afternoon together, there's no such thing as a time conflict.

gojo hums, encouraging and mocking all at once, "and?"

"and... we spoke briefly. but he seemed... i'm not sure, just weird. or distant," you shrug, like the dismissal will keep any curiosity at bay, "never thought it would get this hard."

"the crush?" he questions, brows perking up and smirk widening.

you blink, "what?"

"come on, you've been flirting and staring and dancing around each other for like, three years," he leans forward, almost purrs, "don't be shy. spill."

it takes you a whole thirty seconds, just processing and deciphering what's been said, what implications are hidden, and then another five just to say, "ah. makes sense. you've never had a healthy friendship with anyone, so why am i surprised."

he jostles your arm playfully, not hard but insistent, "admit it. you totally have a thing for him," he urges, grinning wide. you don't particularly want to think what type of thoughts run through his mind now, "c'mon, tell me. did you two have a fight? did you confess? did he reject you? how scandalous,"

"gojo."

"if you didn't tell him, that's okay," he doesn't pay you any mind, just babbles, "he'd reject you anyway, with you being you, y'know. not even because you're lame or anything, i think you're lame, but you have the cutest crush on him, but he wouldn't like you like that, cuz—"

and this is where you lose him, or functioning of your arm, because he's rambling and has it in an iron grip, like he's trying to shake you to an epiphany. and despite his cheery smile and absolute obnoxious lilt of his voice, you get the feeling that he isn't all that pleased with the situation of his own making.

the absolute, delusional idiot.

right, well, fuck a heart to heart, you suppose. just as you suspected, gojo will dig in the tiniest bit of vulnerability and twist the screw until you explode.

you pause, and he's too caught up in his yapping and his strawberry cake to notice the evil glimmer in your eyes. for whatever reason, gojo is displeased. likely, it's because he doesn't like losing, even to getou. your attention seems to be a hot commodity, and if getou did return your non-existent affections, gojo could no longer torment you as per some best friend bro code. the selfish bastard.

with this in mind, you smile. a malicious, mean-spirited sort of smile. the perfect kind of sweet curl of the lips, not unlike those you'd wear on your first days before your innocence was drained away, leaving you with bitter, ugly cynicism, "...you know," you start, and he halts, fork in mouth and cheeks bulging, "i never really thought about suguru like that, but now that you mention it... i guess he really is handsome. and kind, too."

he blinks. once.

twice, and it registers, at last.

"plus, we've grown rather close over the time. he tells me stuff i'm sure even you've never heard about."

"that right..." his voice comes low, teeth gritted around his dessert utensil, "weird, cuz he told me he doesn't like you. like, at all. even more than me, and i didn't think that was possible."

"hmmmm, i dunno," you drawl, "last night we were texting and—"

"i know, he showed me," what a bold faced lie, said so seriously, too, "we laughed and called you stupid."

"and then there was—"

"stop. please. don't make me physically puke," he gags, "so disgusting."

you continue, "maybe i should give it a shot. should i confess?"

"he'd reject you. and film it. and send it to me. i'd make copies."

"he likes tea, right?"

"hates it. loves coffee. makes his own, so don’t bother."

"tomorrow morning, i might just show up with some and ask him out for dinner. good idea?"

gojo twirls his fork, slowly, contemplating gauging your eye out. his jaw ticks, like a pulse, "why don't you eat your food. you need to choke on those bones."

he's sulking. and it's glorious to witness. the fire crackles underneath your chest. this isn't really how you'd intended it, and maybe getou has a legitimate problem he could need your support with, but seeing gojo act like a prick, thinking his ways had worked, is just too gratifying.

after all, a little torture shouldn't hurt, right? after all gojo's put you through, this is a tiny sacrifice. maybe this will teach him. and even if it doesn't, at least you can savor his sour mood until this too blows over and you become the latest source of his jokes and sneers.

"does suguru like chocolate?"

"allergic," he stabs the cake with his fork,  and this is another horrible lie, because getou himself had once confessed to loving a good cheap 7/11 chocolaty snack and being so proud of eating the whole bar in one go, despite its gross ingredients and questionable expiration date, "don't even mention it."

"mh," you nod, trying not to smile too wide, "i guess chocolate for summer isn't the best idea. how about ice cream? you know his favorite kind, right?"

"duh. bubble gum," his words are bitter, "you're such a child. your brain must be frozen if you think suguru will like an ice cream date. he doesn't date, as a general rule."

"well, maybe he'd go with me-"

"yea. not happening, buckle up, sorry. so don't waste your time. and the money, probably, with that ugly face."

"but you said—"

"i lied. moron, i was lying." he seems genuinely irked. it brings you great joy. "why are you so obsessed with him?"

"eeeeh" you whine, "too bad. he would be a wonderful boyfriend. loyal and dependable."

"does your IQ equal zero?" his voice has taken on a strange edge, strained and frantic and pouty at once, "he doesn't like anyone. especially not you."

"that's a shame," you sigh dreamily. the face he pulls is worth it. you figure you've been successfully mean for now and can afford to lay off for a bit, though you doubt gojo's capable of caring beyond the shallow depths of his pride, "maybe i'm reading too far into it, but i think he's hinting that he—"

"stop that," the demand comes firm and sudden.

it startles you, though you doubt he could pull anything to truly take you by surprise by this point. your ruse dissolves, and you consider asking for further elaboration. it's not often gojo is being genuine and serious without his trademark sarcasm, not even for getou and certainly not for you. but then, the intensity of his gaze is overwhelming. it leaves you at a bit of a loss, when it's usually the other way around.

gojo is a walking catastrophe who twists things without thought. once again, you're caught in the shrapnel.

and just maybe, you’re more alike than you originally thought, because gojo never knows when to stop, and you don’t either.

"then... can you tell me if he has a favorite color?"

"he doesn't,"

"food?"

"nothing you'd make."

"i know he likes reading—"

"he doesn't, actually. he pretends, though."

"okay, enough."

"what?"

he stares with an almost innocently wide blue, and it's so striking and deep. a clear sky. an unyielding earnest, something that is both, rather unfortunately, alluring and maddening at the same time.

you hadn't really considered it until then, just a second ago, when he was so focused on ripping apart a potential partner of the person you do genuinely, maybe, perhaps have a crush on. his tone was pointed, and you got the distinct feeling he was acting to keep something at bay, something the two of you were standing on top of.

you don't know what that is, and now, you're a bit too timid to find out.

"just kidding," you say in english and hold up a peace sign, as if that would somehow erase the past ten minutes. gojo isn't tickled. the corner of his eye twitches and his breath seems to pause and he sits very, very still.

then, "i see, haha, good one," it comes airy and forced, "well played. you had me for a moment. got my heart racing."

he pushes the glasses back onto his face, hiding his expression before resuming the assault on the sweet desserts.

you don't look. instead, you focus on your plate and wonder if your food has gotten any colder. you sigh softly. getou may never know of this exchange, but you still feel like you should apologize for using his name to get a rise out of his best friend.

gojo slumps next to you, leaning his weight again, enough that you'd think it an accident, except it never really is with him. his arm, as if searching for balance, or in an attempt to relax, is thrown over the back of your chair, and he clears his throat before he resumes eating.

if this was a panel from shoujo manga you used to read as a teenager, you’d interpret this gesture as the main love interest showing some possessiveness over the naïve heroine. in fact, you’d wager that you had seen a scene just like this in a romance aptly titled my bully is in love with me! or something equally cringe like that.

but you know better. this isn’t shoujo manga, it’s actually a very awkward and somewhat uncomfortable moment between two classmates that don’t have a good relationship and likely never will.

you choose to let it slide. for now.

he remains quiet the whole time. you notice he avoids your eyes.

it's okay, you think. not like you'll tell anyone what's happened. the joke's on him anyway, but somehow, again, you feel like it's on you.

*

you: hi, suguru! sorry, we left really early for the mission, couldn't say goodbye. i'm bringing shoko, haibara-kun, and nanami-kun some souvenirs. would you also like one? (❁´◡`❁) 8:30am

you sent that message six hours ago. he must've read it by now, but he didn't respond. getou never texts back these days.

tags (couldn't tag the marked). @shokosbunny, @jotarohat, @alygator77, @fortunatelyfurrygiver, @finnydraws, @mastermasterlist1p1, @eolivy, @letsmyy

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #187

Do you typically eat breakfast or skip it? I basically always eat it.

What was the last thing you took a picture of? An orb weaver spider at my sister's house. I hope she's still there, but I'm kinda doubtful since her web was attached to the kids' playset, and their dad is the kind of ignorant redneck that kills any harmless spider or snake he sees.

Do you have a collection of anything? Yes, primarily meerkat-oriented stuff.

How did you discover your favorite band? Ozzy, I discovered really through my mom; I grew up sometimes hearing him and eventually gravitated towards his music on my own. I first heard Rammstein in a Guitar Hero game.

What was the last big decision you made? uh... I don't know.

When was the last time you performed in front of a group of people? Not since I was a teenager (or maybe a very very young adult) in dance.

Did you ever used to make cookies, cakes or pie with your grandma? The only thing my maternal grandma (the only one I really knew) ever made me was pissed off lmao, no.

Do you burn incense? I like to, but I rarely do it.

Do you smoke weed? I don't, I'm not interested in smoking anything. It's also illegal in NC because this state is horribly behind with like... everything.

Have you actually been through a devastating natural disaster before? Yes; I was a baby when it happened, but Hurricane Floyd was no joke. It ruined certain areas around here, like there are certainly places where the weather damage was never truly fixed and houses withered. I've endured many hurricanes since, but none - I think - that were on Floyd's level.

What fast food place, in your opinion, has the best french fries? Bojangle's. I also like McDonald's a lot, but I think everyone loves McD's fries, lol.

Do you believe one day aliens might take over Planet Earth? Personally, no. The hell do I know though, I won't bet my life on that. Sometimes I feel like the world would be better off if aliens did say fuck y'all, lol.

Do you like soda pop? If so, which is your favorite and least favorite? Soda is my dietary weakness, easy fuckin' peasy. My favorite is Mountain Dew, specifically the Voltage kind, which is blue raspberry. I also enjoy strawberry Sunkist A LOT, but it's not something I have almost ever. I'd say my least favorite is root beer probably, it's not a flavor I really enjoy.

Does it bother you when people burp around you or do you do it too? I really don't give a shit, I wish basic bodily functions that are entirely normal weren't treated as if they're gross because I think it's had a very negative effect on health and caring for various things.

Ever had a friend named Alex or John? Alex, yes. We were very close online friends then she just like... fell off the face of the earth. I miss her a lot.

What kind of stuff do you like on your hot dogs? I'm pretty basic, just ketchup and mustard. Bits of finely diced onions is fine, too, but I don't go out of my way for it, and I definitely won't want a lot.

Where did you kiss the last person you kissed? In my bed before he went home.

Do you think it’s right for straight guys to get their tongue pierced? ...................... bitch what???????????? of course it's fine??????????????????????

Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? I've had my right nostril pierced twice in my life, and I want to get it redone again. I just always had issues keeping studs in.

Would you ever donate blood? I've done it twice now and absolutely plan to keep going whenever Girt goes to one. It was very fulfilling, plus it was a fun thing to do together.

Describe the main problem with your last relationship? We were/are both very mentally ill individuals and instead of helping each other stay upright, I feel like we dragged one another down.

Do you have any pictures of celebs saved to your computer? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Do you find hands attractive? I can find men's hands particularly attractive. It doesn't happen much with women; like I love elegant-looking hands aesthetically, but I'm not like, attracted to them. Hands aren't a major thing for me, though.

Do you think it is silly to give names to vehicles, or other inanimate objects? I don't care. I don't do it, but I don't care about it.

Is there a hair color/style you really like but don’t think you could pull off? I LOVE bald women, like oh my god y'all are so fucking hot but I could never do it.

Out of all the Disney/Pixar animal “sidekicks”, which one is your favorite? Dory.

If your mom was a teacher, would you want to be in her class? lol my mom HAS been a substitute (or assistant? idr) in an elementary class for me before. My mom was a fabulous teacher and I'd ALWAYS want her at the head of my class.

As a kid, did you love playing on Neopets? I sure did, I consider it the start of my Internet addiction.

Would you ever get a pet turtle? Why or why not? No, they're just not my kind of pet. I love 'em, but don't want to have any.

What shop/store/brand would you model for, if given the choice? Hot Topic, I guess. I don't really wanna model for anyone, I'm way too self-conscious, even if I wasn't fat.

If I search your room will I find birth control? No.

Have you ever been told you were a good writer? Since I was a very literal child. It's one of the extremely few skills I'm actually confident in.

What is the most outrageous thing you’ve done for God? Been a complete fucking asshole who thought she was doing good.

The last piece of roadkill you saw, what kind of animal was it? Uhhhh I think a raccoon?

Has anyone ever cheated on their boyfriend/girlfriend with you? Yes.

List 5 things that have happened in the last 7 days. (They can be anything at all, anything that’s happened involving you, or your family, friends, partner) 1.) I had an antidepressant med's dosage increased, 2.) Girt got jumpscared to shit by a massive spider in the mail lol, 3.) I went shopping with my mom in a store for the first time in a VERY long time and I was very pleased with how my legs did, 4.) I finished a Wings of Fire book, and 5.) I fed Venus.

Random fact about the person you love/like? Tying into the last question, Girt's super super cute when he comes over on a night Venus gets fed (twice a month); he's wary around snakes and has never even touched her, but he gets hype about "rat day" and likes watching her eat.

How many pets do you want? And of what? A lot, mostly reptiles and various tarantula species. This is very dependent on where I live though as well as how easily I can provide for those I have. I refuse to hoard animals I can't give proper, healthy lives to.

Have you ever asked someone out? Yes, more than once.

Is the last person you kissed a virgin? No.

Who makes you the happiest? Girt.

What are your views on spontaneous human combustion? This shit is a super creepy concept, and I am so not a scientist that can give you a proper stance here. I FEEL like there's been at least one confirmed case of this killing somebody, but I might be wrong, and honestly I hope I am. The idea of this being possible is absolutely terrifying.

What was the last zoo/aquarium you went to? Some aquarium by the beach, idr its name.

What does the last message in your Facebook inbox concern? Girt's sister Ashley sent me some pictures of car decal she got because she knew it was a topic I cared about.

How did you meet the person you fell hardest for? Technically Facebook; he reached out to me after apparently seeing me in the school hallway and having an "I need to know her" fairytale moment, asking a friend who I was or something. Nowadays it's like... thanks for the trauma bro lmao

What was your favourite thing about the person you fell hardest for? He was very unique, and completely unashamed of who he was. He was so comfortable being him, which I couldn't and still can't relate to but wish I did.

Are you a strong swimmer? I mean, I'm fine at it. I prefer to just doggy paddle, lol.

What was your worst fear as a child? Have you overcome that fear? Tornadoes, and no, not really. I'm less hysterical in situations where one might occur, but I am still very much terrified of tornadoes.

What kind of music do you listen to the most? I'd say industrial metal/rock, probably.

Have you ever tried veggie burgers? Yes, I had a vegetarian phase. I had okay ones, but they weren't spectacular or anything. Nothing like an actual burger.

Would you rather have another job? I'd like to have *A* job... One I can actually do and not have to keep going into a bathroom to have a panic attack and cry.

Did you ever live in a house with more than one story? No.

Do you own any clothes you wouldn’t wear in front of your mother? No. My mother's the one who BUYS any clothes I put on my body, so... lol

Do you have your national flag hanging up anywhere outside your house? ew no

Do you look older or younger than you actually are? Younger. In about the past year-ish, I've been mistaken for a teenager twice.

What was the last show that you watched a full episode of? It was a Naked and Afraid-type show with Mom.

Do you have any significantly older siblings? Yes, both my parents have kids from relationships before theirs together.

Which parent do you feel the most affection for? My mom.

Do you know anyone who hates/dislikes chocolate? My maternal grandma only liked chocolate in the form of Reese's, and my nephew Ryder is weird with chocolate, too. Sometimes he likes it, sometimes he doesn't, but I know he definitely prefers vanilla.

Have you ever hated yourself? oh boy have I

Did your parents ever ground you? Mom did, my dad didn't do much in terms of raising us kids and deciding things about us.

Do you like your smile? No.

Were you/are you popular in high school? I wasn't.

Who is your female celeb crush? (If applicable) Rhea Ripley could break my back and I'd nut ok

Who is your male celeb crush? (If applicable) Richard Kruspe could also break my back and I'd be cool abt it

Do you have a favorite Marvel character? Deadpool, probs.

Favorite DC character? Harley Quinn.

Do you read comic books? I don't.

Name a few historical figures you find interesting. Why? I find Sarah Winchester, designer of the Winchester Mystery House, to be EXTREMELY fascinating. She was the widow of the creator of the Winchester rifle and never stopped expanding upon her mansion in an attempt to supposedly confuse and flee the spirits killed by her husband's firearm design. She was very involved in spiritual practices and she just really intrigues me, all the while I feel deeply for such a haunted, miserable person.

What is your favorite historical film and why? The Boy in the Striped Pajamas because the feeling it leaves you goes so far beyond words. The Holocaust in general just SOUNDS so fake in how evil it was, and while the movie may tell the tale of made-up kids, the general gist was so real. It's a movie that has left me feeling so cold each time I've seen it.

[feralghxuls]

dew fits so perfectly against mountain's chest

and mountains arm wrap so nicely around dew's waist

and dew doesn't mind sitting in comfortable silence with mountain, as long as they're touching. mountain likes that dew doesn't feel the need to fill the silence

and mountain doesn't ask questions when dew comes to him pissed off, smelling of burnt oak and sulfur. dew likes that he can sit beside mountain and stew in his anger and upset until mountain's mere presence takes the edge off

[my rambling turned into a ficlet under the cut]

when mountain was first summoned, he had a really hard time with the other ghouls. he didn't understand why they were so friendly, he didn't get the social cues, he didnt like the touching. dew wasn't like the others. he kept to himself, and when he didn't he was blunt and straightforward. he ignored mountain for a while, until the day he strode up to him and asked what his problem is. demanded to know why mountain was always staring at him

mountain didnt realize he was staring. he felt drawn to dew, for reasons he didn't understand. where he came from in the pit, there was no friendliness. you met other ghouls only to chase them out of your territory, or be chased yourself. dew had asked him two questions, so mountain gave him two answers: it's too loud and too bright; he stares because dew is interesting to look at.

dew had barked out a laugh and taken mountain by the elbow, dragging him down a half dozen halfways and halfway across the abbey, somewhere mountain had never been before, where the air smelled of dust and the walls were old, uncovered stone bricks, and then they were in a room, and just before dew kicked the door closed, mountain could see shapes covered by white cloth and a layer of dust. then it was dark. and quiet. quieter than anywhere in the abbey, except for two sets of lungs breathing and two hearts beating.

mountains eyes hadn't needed to see in such darkness since before he was summoned, but it only took a few seconds before he could see everything in the room as plainly as if the lights were on, but he was only looking at dew, standing in front of him. unmoving and staring right at him.

"even in the dark, you're still staring at me," dew said, tone flat. but then he laughed. it wasn't the rough, caustic laugh he'd barked out earlier, or the bitter, scathing one mountain usually hears from him. it was still rough around the edges, but it was warm. sincere.

"i want to touch you," mountain said. it hadn't taken him long to pick up the language, but it still felt heavy on his tongue. english was a different story; he could only understand a few words, and knew how to say even less.

dew laughed again, a soft chuckle this time, and stepped forward. "thought you didn't like to be touched," he murmured, waiting. he stood rigid at attention like he always did; feet planted apart, arms folded sharply behind his back, but the longer mountain looked, the more he realized that his posture wasn't as tense as it appeared. there was relaxation in the muscles of his shoulders, his hands at a lower point behind his back than they were when dew stood before their Papa.

"it's too much," mountain explained. the lights burned his eyes, the sounds made his head pound, the scent of so many other ghouls and people made his nerves fray. every brush of anything against his skin was like fire.

but now, in the dimness of the room, where the only sound was dew's breathing and heartbeat and mountain's own, and dew and dust were the only scents, touch wasn't so bad. he reached out to dew, tracing his fingertips along his cheekbone, half expecting dew's head to snap to the side and teeth to sink into his skin.

dew kept still. his eyes were steady and weighted on mountain, his pupils reflecting the tiniest bit of starlight filtering in through the covered windows. his skin was soft and warm, and mountain took half a step forward, lifted his other hand to trail down the center of dew's chest while his first slid around to the back of his neck.

mountain didnt know how long he spent, gently exploring dew with his fingertips, but eventually dew asked if he could touch. mountain nodded. dew's touch was light, but purposeful as his fingers skated across mountain's skin, one hand on his shoulder while the other slid to his waist.

they spent a long time like that. touching. by the time both of dew's palms came to rest on mountain's cheeks, every inch of his skin was warm and tingling and he felt more alive in this moment than he had ever since he'd been summoned.

"I'm going to kiss you," dew said, raising himself up on his toes and pulling mountain down at the same time.

"i don't know what that is," mountain said, but whatever it was, he knew he wanted it, and he wanted it from dew.

he didn't laugh. his thumb brushed over mountain's cheekbone, and dew said, "i'll show you. stop me if you don't like it."

mountain nodded, and let dew pull him down further. their faces were very close together, close enough that mountain could count dew's eyelashes, and see the patterns in his irises, and the faint white freckles across his cheeks he'd never noticed before, and still dew was moving closer.

dew's lips brushed mountain's, a strange sensation, warm and tingling, and when mountain made no move to stop him, dew pressed his lips properly to mountain's.

mountain had never been kissed before. he'd bred and been bred, countless times, but to put your face that close to another ghoul's back in the pit was certain injury and death. there was no tenderness. this was tender. dew's mouth was soft on his own, and the kiss lasted only a second or two before he pulled away, gaze piercing into mountain's.

"that was a kiss," dew said. "do you want me to do it again?"

mountain nodded, already leaning in. he wanted more of that, more of dew's tenderness. this time, it lasted longer, and when dew's mouth began to move against mountain's, he found himself mirroring the movement. and then dew's tongue traced along mountain's lower lip, and without thinking he parted his lips and dew's tongue was in his mouth.

strange. it was all very strange, but good. it made his spine tingle, his cheeks hot, his hands tremble, his body reacting in ways he was unfamiliar with. none of this happened when he met the ghouls in the pit for breeding. he wanted more of it. he wanted this moment to last forever.

but dew pulled back before forever got there. again, his eyes bored into mountain's, his pupils blown wide and a faint flush across his cheeks.

"i like it," mountain said. "do it again."

dew's lips quirked into a crooked grin, and he dragged mountain back down.

thinking abt mountain and dew yet again