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[dewsgremlin]

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I'm very sure, that they have such notice boards in the ministry, where they rank the nice and the naughty ghoul of the week. Just because ghouls are like cats.

Mostly the naughty ones are Dewdrop and Swiss. Sometimes Phantom. Especially when he escaped out of the ministry and went to a candy store.

Rain and Aether are ranked as the nice ghouls most of the time. Aether because he is just so full of love and sweetness. Rain on the other hand is very ambitious about this. He will cry when he isn't the nice ghoul of the week. He will bother everyone by rubbing his head like a cat, snuggling up and asking if he isn't pretty or kind enough to be the nice ghoul of the week.

Week 1 of nice and naughty ghoul

Yes, i posted first the not edited version, sorry i'm dumb.

[namelessghoulindisguise]

hey copia sluts, come get yall food

another edit by me

[phantoms1kisser]

RAIN AND DEW!

not dew inspecting rains asa before giving him a firm slap... OMG BUT HOW RAIN BENT OVER LOORRDD

[varianghost]

Dew Halloween edit!!!

Almost spooky day everyone :D

[coffeeghoulie]

I'd love if you wrote more hockey dewther. You mentioned they shared an apartment when starting out so there had to be moments where those oblivious idiots acted like a couple or others thought they were already one. Any backstory insight would be lovely though.

so I knew exactly what to write for this one, the only person who knew this scene existed before you sent this ask was @askingforthesun, but you're right, there were so many moments that those fools acted like a couple long before they knew they had feelings.

featuring the beginning of Aether's journey into being a cat dad, Dew growing out his hair, and Swiss lovingly starting trouble.

also tagging @forlorn-crows and @nocturnalghoul for hockey shenanigans (though there's no real hockey in this lmao)

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

"You looking forward to playing in the big leagues, Dew?" Aether asks, folding the last of Dew's many, many band shirts into a cardboard box, folding the flaps shut.

"Moving cross country again for hockey?" Dew takes a deep breath, slumping back against the back of the couch. "No's not the right answer, huh?" He says, packing his own box full of stick wax and tape and skate laces. "It's the majors. Of course I'm looking forward to it. I've been working for this for my entire life. I'm excited. Just. Um. I don't want to leave you all by your lonesome. You're codependent."

He snarks, but Aether's been in close quarters with Dew for two years, has lived with him for a season and a half. There's the bite of worry there.

Aether hums, eyes darting over as he hears the skittering of tiny claws on vinyl. A kitten scrambles into the living room, big amber eyes and red fluffy tail, as she chases a toy she's been playing with on legs too long for her body. Aether sets the box down, scooping up the kitten he'd gotten a few weeks ago. She's tiny, or Aether's hands are just huge, because she fits perfectly in his palms.

"Hello, little Lady," he coos, grinning as she purrs, rubbing her little cheek against him. He turns back to Dew. "Don't worry about leaving me, Dewey, I've got your replacement right here."

Dew's expression softens as he looks up at the tiny cat in his hands. "Gimme," he says, reaching out to Aether. "Gimme the baby."

Aether's never been able to deny Dew anything. He sets Lady down into Dew's waiting hands, her paws splayed out as she settles in his lap. Dew scratches under her chin and smiles at her, warm and toothy. The way he smiles when he thinks Aether can't see.

Lady's delighted by the change in location, meowing loudly and little ears flicking as Dew pets her. "Gonna miss you, little girl," he whispers, and Aether looks over at the boxes in their living room, pretending he can't hear. Most of them will go in storage, but the rest will get shipped to Dew's new apartment several states away.

"Yeah, probably shouldn't have gotten a kitten right before the season starts," Aether says. He sits down on the couch next to Dew. Not touching, but still close.

"She'll be good for you," Dew says, not looking up at him. His hair's just beginning to brush the tops of his shoulders. "I know you'll make a great cat dad."

His lips quirk up. "Aw, so sweet of you."

"Yeah, you know me, bruiser Dewdrop, so sweet," Dew says absentmindedly, reaching for one of the bundles of skate laces he'd thrown into the box. It unravels as he grabs it, and they both laugh as Lady's eyes lock onto the aglet. Her pupils blow from slits, fascinated.

She bats at the lace, little, white needlesharp claws extended. Dew smiles warmly, not looking up as Aether pulls his phone out. He makes sure that his phone is silenced before snapping the picture of two of the most important things in his life right now.

Eventually, Lady rips the lace from Dew's loose grip, rolling onto her back to bat at it with her hindpaws, ever the little hunter. Dew lets her play, turning to face Aether as he slips his phone back into his pocket.

"For real though, are you going to be good out here?" He asks, real, genuine concern slipping into his voice. "I mean, I'm sure I'm going to be seeing Kärnan on the back of a Ghouls jersey before long, but you good?"

Aether shrugs. "I mean, I got by just fine before I met you." He chuckles, and Dew turns back to the kitten. Soon, they will finish packing up Dew's things, and the apartment will be half as loud.

And because Dew's halfway across the country, there's no way that he will know when Aether gets that picture printed in a little glossy 3 by 4 and tucks it into his wallet. And it stays there.

It stays when Aether gets the call not even six months later, the Ghouls' first line defenseman having suffered a severe knee injury and needing a replacement while on injured reserve. Dew's right about his name on the back of a Ghouls' jersey. They're both surprised about how quickly he was right, though.

The picture stays for the four seasons he plays with the Ghouls, stays when he's voted captain twice in a row. It stays when he falls in love with his best friends, is accepted into their arms as one of their own.

It stays completely a secret until one winter night, warm lights on in their apartment. Snow's piling in the corners of the window panes, and Lady, full grown now and elegant, curls up on the couch next to Aether. He's got his laptop on his lap, one hand idly petting through her russet fur, the other typing as best he can. There's music coming from the kitchen, Swiss playing something from his phone as he finishes up making a bagel, late night snack. Water runs in the other side of the apartment, Dew taking a long shower.

Aether pats at his pocket, cursing softly under his breath when he remembers where he put his wallet when he got home that afternoon. "Swiss," he calls. There's the clatter of silverware in the sink, and he sticks his head into the living room, licking cream cheese from his fingertip.

"Yeah, Aeth?"

"Would you be a dear and grab my wallet?" he asks, smiling warmly. Swiss matches his grin.

"Sure thing. You getting the tickets?"

"Mhm," Aether hums as Swiss steps back into the kitchen. "It's not going to be that good a view to be watching hockey from, but it'll be nice to surprise them regardless."

"Very much so," he calls. It only takes a moment before Swiss is back, paper plate with his bagel in one hand and wallet in the other. He doesn't have a good grip on it, and it falls open, revealing that secret picture of Dew. "Oh, what's this?" he teases, jovial. "Who's that handsome young man?"

Aether snorts, even as color comes to his cheeks. "He doesn't know about that one, I'd like to keep it that way."

"Well," Swiss chortles, plopping down onto the couch on the other side of Lady. She mrrps, disturbed from her sleep, but she happily presses her face into Swiss's hand as he pets her. "I believe I recognize my step-daughter. This must be from before the big leagues, huh?"

Aether sighs, ignoring Swiss's favorite joke. "Dew'd just been called up. Half a season before me."

"God, how did you not know you were in love with him then," he teases, taking a big bite of his bagel.

Aether snorts and rolls his eyes, pulling a card from his wallet and typing in his information. "I don't know," he admits. "But I know now."

Swiss wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulls him in close over Lady's curled up form. "Yeah. We know now."

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[phantoms-finger-tapes]

[chapel-of-rizztual]

hi please feel free to ignore this but ive been having a rough time and would adore some regressor phantom hurt/comfort. maybe little guy bends too far on stage and hurts himself or something, idk just so long as their comfort ❤️

He was so desperate to impress Dew that when Dew has pointed the floor, expecting him to drop to his knees before him, he had done, no questions asked. The problem was it was outdoor venue. And it was raining. Just as he was bending backwards to get his head to hit the floor behind him, his knee slipped, causing his back to jolt. 

 Immediately he felt pain spark all the way up his spine and down to the bottom of his back. He let out a whine, hoping Dew didn’t hear him, and he gently bent himself back up into a upright position. More pain bloomed under his skin as he did, he felt it wrap around his spine and constrict. 

He played as usual, not wanting anyone to guess something was wrong. The pain was bad, each step he took make it worse. By the end of the show he’s limping, his head is spinning with the fuzzy feeling he gets when he feels small. During final bows he’s next to Rain, and he squeezes the water ghouls hand tightly, feeling like he’ll topple over if he doesn’t. Rain gives him a look, even under his mask Phantom can feel it, it’s like Rain knows. 

He lets Rain pull him off stage, whimpering as soon as they’re hidden backstage, feeling tears fall down his cheek behind his mask. 

“H-hurts, Rainy. Hurts.”

Rain pulls him into his dressing room, shutting the door behind him. 

“I know, baby. I saw what happened.” 

He undoes Phantom’s helmet, pulling off his head, cooing as he does. 

“Oh, there’s no need to tears, babyboy.”

Phantom sniffles, a new batch of tears flowing down his cheeks. 

“Hurts so badly, Rainy. I don’t-I can’t-“ 

He’s cut off by a sob wracking thought him. 

“Please help me. Make the hurt stop.” His bottom lip wobbles. 

Rain brushes the tears on his cheeks away with his thumb, rubbing gentle circles on his cheek. 

“I’ve got you, baby. Gunna look after you, make you feel better.” 

Rain very carefully peels Phantom’s shirt off. Phantom whimpers the whole time, his eyes screwing shut as he sobs out again. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, darling. But we have to get it off to help you.” 

Phantom whimpers again, his eyes still screwed shut, shaking his head. 

Rain coos at him again, finally pulling shirt off him, 

“Being so good for me, baby. So brave for me.” 

Phantom perks up a little at the praise, letting out a little chirp at the praise. 

Before any of them can say anything, the dressing room door opens and Dew walks in. He’s changed from his stage uniform, wearing black sweatpants and no shirt, his hair down from its braid, the black stage makeup still smudged around his eyes and mouth. 

“How bad is it? I saw his leg slip, it can’t be good, right?” 

“I don’t think it’s that bad.” Rain rubs at Phantom’s belly in a confronting way. “I think he’s just pulled a muscle, I don’t think there’s any bruising or swelling.” 

Dew checks over Phantom’s back, humming in agreement with Rain. 

“No swelling or bruising.” He presses carefully at a couple of different spots on Phantom’s back, making him hiss out at one particular spot at the bottom of his spine. “Hurts there, little one?” 

Phantom nods, pouting at Dew with wet eyes. 

“Hurts, Dewy.” 

Dew pouts back at him. 

“I bet, sweetheart.” He ruffles Phantom’s hair. “Do you want me and Rainy to make it better?” Phantom nods, still pouting, but the tears have slowed. Dew presses a little kiss to the bottom of his back. “Come lie down on the sofa with us, baby.”  Rain manoeuvres Phantom so he's led in between Himself and Dew, his back to Dew. Phantom buries his face in Rains neck, still whimpering slightly. Phantom let’s out a small gasp feeling Dew get increasingly more warm behind him, making both ghouls giggle at him. “You like that, little one?” Dew noses at his shoulders, his hand wiggling between Phantom and Rains belly’s to rub at Phantom's. 

Phantom gives a little wiggle and a chirp. 

“Feels nice. Warm.” 

Rain presses a kiss to the top of his head, intwining his hand with Dew’s other hand, taking one of Phantom's in his other. 

“Dewy making you feel better?” 

Phantom hums, snuggling him deeper into both of them. 

“We’ve got some time before we have to be on the bus, why don’t have a nap, baby? We’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.” Dew presses a kiss to the back of his head. 

Phantom fidgets a little, letting out another little whine. 

“Tail?” 

Rain huff a laugh, bringing the spade of his tail up to Phantom’s lips. Phantom parts his lips, accepting Rain’s in his mouth, sucking gently at the spade. 

Dew let’s out a little giggle at him. 

“That better?”

Phantom nods, his eyes finally slipping closed. 

Somehow the other two end up falling asleep, the rhythmic breathing of Phantom slowly pulling them onto a peaceful sleep. 

That’s how Copia finds them, tangled up on the dressing sofa, fast asleep. They’d been waiting on the bus for them for an hour before he set off looking for them, hoping and praying that they hadn’t left the venue on their own. 

He runs a hand through Phantom’s hair, watching as the small ghoul twitches in his sleep, his eyes slowly fluttering open. 

“Hi there, little one.” Phantom blinks bleary eyed at him, sucking on the tail that’s still in his mouth. 

Copia runs a finger down his cheek.

“What’ve you got there?” 

Phantom's eyes flicker to Rain. 

“Oh, you’ve got Rainy’s tail?” 

Phantom gives a small squeak and nod, sucking a little harder on the tail. Copia smiles sweetly down at him. 

“Yeah? That’s nice of him, hmm?” 

Phantom nods again, feeling a little more awake now. 

“Do you think you three could continue your cuddle pile on the bus? We’ve been looking for you all.” 

He tickles under Phantom's chin, making the small ghoul squeal and squirm. 

The other two wake up at the noise and motion and grin sheepishly up at Copia, hoping the man won’t be too mad at them for making them a little behind schedule. He’s not, he would never be, especially the sight of them all cuddled up is so cute. 

On the bus, Phantom forgets all about his back, especially when he’s pulled into the middle of a cuddle pile including everyone. He happily laps up all the attention and cuddles, a goofy smile of his face and a loud purr rumbling though his chest. 

[copia]

endless ghifs 28/? ⛧ source — "But all of those dads never gave you the things that you should have had!"

[ghoul-slime]

29. with mountain/dew, if you feel inclined ♡♡ (in love with your writing btw)

Thanks for the fun prompt! Here is some fluffy Mountain/Dew greenhouse sex <3

Dew’s been trailing him all day, trying and failing not to be obvious about it. Hanging around the kitchen while he makes his morning coffee. Pressed up against him at the breakfast table. Taking his time to tune each and every one of the guitars in the practice room while Mountain swaps out the drum heads on his kit.

Now, as Mountain ties on his apron, getting ready to spend the rest of the afternoon working in the greenhouse, he can tell Dew is panicking.

Dew’s not shy, but he’s never been good at asking for attention or affection when he really needs it.

Mountain can feel him hovering around the foyer as he laces up his boots.

“Dew?” Mountain calls out. “You there?”

The little ghoul appears around the corner with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

“I’m about to head down to the greenhouse,” Mountain starts, “but I could really use an extra set of hands. If you’re free, of course.”

Dew shrugs noncommittally, but Mountain instantly sees relief wash across his face.

“Sure,” he says, bending down to slip into his own shoes. 

They walk down to the greenhouse in comfortable silence, and halfway there Dew reaches out to thread his fingers with Mountain’s. Mountain smiles down at him, and he can see the tips of Dew’s ears have gone pink.

They work together all afternoon, watering the flowers, repotting plants, and tending to the season’s seedlings. Dew gives out happy little trills and chirps each time Mountain makes a point to lean down and kiss Dew on the cheek, to tickle his ribs whenever he squeezes past him in the aisles, when he gives him a playful swat on the bottom as Dew bends down to open a bag of soil.

The sun is just starting to set when Mountain wipes his hands on the front of his apron.

“Alright, Firefly. Think we’re about done here for the day,” Mountain says, untying his apron and tossing it into an empty wheelbarrow.

He can see Dew start to fidget again, struggling to ask for something.

Mountain contemplates him for a beat, before he’s moving in to scoop Dew up in his arms. Dew squawks, surprised, and flails a bit, kicking out his legs as Mountain swings him over and deposits him unceremoniously onto one of the high worktables.

“Jeez what the fuck, Mount?” Dew sputters, faint blush creeping across his pretty features. From this new height, Mountain can see a streak of dirt smudged across his cheek. Some dried flower petals stuck in his hair.

“Nothing,” Mountain shrugs, “Just that I think maybe I’m not done with you quite yet.”

And then Dew is reaching out for him, pulling Mountain in by the shirt collar and kissing him. Dew wraps his arms around Mountain’s neck, parts his knees and hauls him in close, kissing and licking into his mouth like he’s completely starved.

Mountain lets Dew take the lead, wrapping his long arms around Dew’s waist as Dew licks into his mouth, sucks on his lips, mouths his way across his jaw to his kiss and suck at his neck. Dew licks a stripe up the side of Mountain’s neck, and Mountain absently wonders how much sweat and dirt Dew can taste on him.

“Mmm,” Mountain hums, tipping his head back to expose more skin for Dew to lavish with kisses and wet little licks, “I love it when you kiss my neck.”

Dew chirps happily, wrapping his legs around Mountain’s middle and pulling him in closer. He feels the sharp drag of Dew’s fangs across the most sensitive parts of his neck.

Dew stops and pulls away, looking at Mountain with an intensity he hasn’t seen from him all day. Dew’s hands move to his belt buckle.

“Can I?” Dew asks.

Mountain nods and Dew’s mouth is back on his neck in an instant, sucking a bruise just above his collarbone as he undoes the buckle, pops the button, and drags the zipper down. Mountain is fully hard when Dew reaches in to pull him out. A bead of wetness glistens at the tip when Dew starts to jack him.

Mountain groans when Dew strokes him from root to tip, reveling in the way Dew’s fingers just almost meet, wrapped around his thick shaft.

“Feels good, Dew,” Mountain praises. “So good.”

Dew nods, and spits into his hand, slicking up Mountain’s cock even more as he works him over.

Mountain reaches in, grabs Dew by the ass, and drags him closer so he can grind his dick against Dew’s clothed erection as he jacks him off.

“Wanna see you too, Dew,” Mountain pleads. “Want you to touch me with it.”

Dew whines, rolling his hips and humping his cock against Mountain’s before reaching in to undo his own jeans and pull himself out.

Dew’s cock is straining, angry red and wet at the tip. Beads of pre already bubbling out to drip down his shaft. Mountain moans at the sight of it, squeezing Dew’s ass and pulling him forward until their cocks are touching.

Dew uses two hands to grab the both of them, to squeeze them together, canting his hips up as he jacks them both off, humping into the tight space between his hands, gliding his wet little cock up and down Mountain’s shaft as he works them both.

Mountain groans at the sight of it. Dew’s not necessarily small, but next to Mountain’s he looks tiny. Mountain can feel his mouth start to water.

Dew’s close, Mountain can tell by the quiet little string of curses Dew lets out under his breath, the way his fingers start to flex as he jacks them off, the way his thighs start to quiver.

“Yeah, Dew,” Mountain goads, “Wanna see you cum. Wanna see you get me all wet with it.”

Dew groans and strokes faster, chest heaving as he works himself closer to finish, sliding his cock hot and wet against Mountain’s straining shaft. Dew comes with a shout, bucking his hips back and grasping himself at the base so he can aim at Mountain, shooting ropes of pearly white across Mountain’s twitching, kicking cock.

Mountain stares slack jawed as he watches Dew’s cum drip off of him, sliding across the head and dribbling down his shaft to puddle onto the ground.

And then he’s grabbing himself, slicking himself up with Dew’s cum and jacking himself off.

“Gonna cum, Dew,” Mountain warns. “Gonna cum.”

Dew nods dumbly, chest still heaving as he comes down from his own orgasm. He squeezes his legs, still wrapped around Mountain’s middle.

And then Dew is leaning back, lifting up his shirt with two hands, rucking it up just below his chin to expose his taut little belly, pretty pink nipples threaded through with silver barbells.

“Mount,” Dew gasps, eyes locked on Mountain jerking himself off wet and sloppy with Dew’s own release. “Mount, cum on my tits. Wanna see you cream all over my tits. Please.”

Mountain tugs himself off once, twice more before he’s cumming, shooting across Dew’s belly and chest. Spurts of cum landing on his nipples, dripping across the silver of his jewelry.

Together they’re an absolute mess, and Mountain grins across at Dew, satisfied and proud of the both of them. He leans in for a kiss, tastes the sweat and dirt of the day on Dew’s lips.

“Firefly,” Mountain starts, “Spend the night with me tonight?”

Dew laughs, breathy and joyful, all of the doubt and worry of the day melted away, and nods his head yes. 

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Mascara tinged tears streamed down your cheeks as the almost painful sharp ring of the phone pressed against your ear. “Please pick up.” You begged softly through hiccups. When the ring of the call stopped, you could feel your heartbeat pick up only for it to feel as if it fell to your stomach as the call is sent to voicemail. You let out a quiet sniffle before forcing a smile and a 'happy' voice, “Hey! Sorry to call so late, I just…” You trailed off for a second before swallowing hard. “I just wanted to hear your voice. It's been one hell of a day, but I know you're busy so I'll just catch you nex- “The end tone of the voicemail box cuts you off. A torrential downpour of tears leave your eyes as your phone slide from your hand and clatters to the ground beneath you. Between the myriad of things that had gone wrong in your day and the mix of emotions that made that even harder, being cut off by the automated voice made what little strength you had left shatter. Shattering is what it felt like, like you had been obliterated into thousands of tiny shards. Your body seemed to crumple into itself as you slumped to the floor, holding your knees to your body as if holding those tiny shards together by the grace of Satan himself. Nothing could go right today and everything that could go wrong had, not to mention the cavities of your mind reminded you of every dark crevice your life had. You knew Sodo was on the other side of the world on tour and the odds of him answering were slim, but in your desperation you held out a smidgen of hope. Well had. You cried in the deafening silence of your dark room, silently praying the darkness would swallow you whole as you buried your face in your hand, resisting the urge to tug at the soft strands of your hair. It wasn't until you noticed a soft light behind your hands that your cries softened. The source of the light was the now brightened screen of your phone. You could barely make out the letters of his name through your tears, but it seemed as if your hands moved on their own accord, picking up the phone, hitting the green button, and putting the phone up to your ear. ” Hey, baby. I got your voicemail. You okay?” He asks, his tone clear with concern. Another series of hiccups leave you as you swipe away tears with your free hand. You give a soft shake of your head as you answer him with a soft “no.” “You wanna talk about it?” He questions. You can almost see the slight tilt of his head in your mind as he asks you this. “I don't wanna talk about it. I'd rather hear about your day.” You tell him. You can tell that Sodo seems hesitant as he replies, before he goes on about the show he and the other ghouls had put on alongside Copia. He leaves nothing out and before you know it, the tears you had shed ceased and the hiccups had to turn into quiet giggles as Sodo explains Swiss' bought of stage antics. When he comes to the end of his account of the night's events, you hear a soft sigh leave him. “I miss you.” He says “I miss you too.” You tell him.

[earthry]

he's being unfairly persecuted :((((( aether deserved it :(