#dewdrop ghoul 001 * / era v

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"I don't have a single friend - none," from Dew to anyone

"that's bullshit & you know it." blond veil breaks up the sun that peers in through the windows, as he sits on the ground. one knee drawn up, smoking his cigarette. the ghoul is hunched over, head down. he doesn't love looking at his counterpart. his own gills naught more than closed scars on the side of his neck, poking out from the collar of his leather jacket.cauterized. funny... he wouldn't have been so forthcoming, if he wasn't talking to himself. probably would have claimed the same thing, but with dewdrop, it was anything to prove a point. anything to grab the upper-hand, & relinquish any opportunity to be hurt. "& here i thought we were the ones always going on about, 'our pack' --" dew finally looks up at his matching visage, as he leans back against the surface. his other leg down, but still folded. knee pointed at the far wall, with his wrist hanging over the other. "don't forget." he pushes a thin stream of smoke through his nostrils. head tilting, whilst he moves his hair over a horn. "you're preaching to the choir, sodo."

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@bornagainfromwaves / / asked for a one liner

" -- hey." dew subtly slides his gaze, while he approaches quin cooly. hands stuffed in his jacket pockets & raising a questioning brow. "i got some contraband. you interested?"

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‵  you  are  such  a  soft  and  messy  thing.  nobody  knows  how  to  take  care  of  you.  ′ Copia and Dew 👀

it feels like heartburn. nostrils stinging, with impending tears he's well aware won't come. unneeded, not necessary -- just a slight kickback of his natural reaction. though the way the small ghoul regards his master is just slightly adverse. his brows narrowing, thin lips parted softly as he regards the other with clear skepticism. a trap for his vulnerability.

everything in him wants to twist & spit, & bite within the other's grasp. feels gripped tight, despite the press of copia being non-threatening. to hiss, & deny - with a whip of ashy grey tail, & golden tresses. but it's too late for that, now. unsure if copia's ever seen him like this, before. the full extent of his hellish appearance on full display. warm reds somewhat deepening the slightly pathetic look in his eyes. his small legs tapering out to large hind paws, with his burnt gills & various scars from previous finning on his arms & legs. light pink -- in different stages of healing, even still. he growls, a primal sound as his lips close in resignation. his large hands resting on copia's chest, before they slide up around his neck. his chin turning away, to avoid those eyes. can be so unnerving.. long fingers curling into fists, as they cross behind the papa's head. burying his face into the man's neck with paws flexing, when he pushes up on his toes. huffing, & nuzzling him softly. head tilted to accommodate his nose. "so i've been told..." he grumbles. half a lie. "--& let me guess. you do, right?" it's mocking, but deep down there's a glimmer of hope.

❥     𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓   . / / @dilffactory

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"You're just going to give up?" Dew²

the answer is no, but dew isn't going to admit that. get him too angry, & he'll throw in the towel on whatever. driven by discomfort of anxiety, & the warmth of embarrassment. at least in the moment. though he always will pick things back up, when he calms down. like a child, when things don't go their way... he looks down at dew, with a cigarette between his fingers. one leg dangling, while the other is perched. shrugging at the other, idly.

"why not? -- there's nothing i can do about it." [...] "at least not internally." dewdrop grumbles. deflating slightly, & looking down at a torn thread in his jeans with a furrow of blond brows. anything he's tried, to help him control his dormant water genes -- have failed miserably. evaporating, before his very eyes.

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dew could have rolled his eyes at the brazen talk. though he well knows that aether can back it up. he doesn't envy the quintessence ghoul, yet he does at the same time. & when he does, he really, really does. an odd line to tread, he's forced to think about it more-so than he might have liked. linked in his mind, to the other ghoul. their fire & aether intermingled, & it's that very advantage (or disadvantage) that dew attempted not to take advantage of. but dewdrop's resolve wasn't good, sometimes. a sore loser. but aether was a tough one to crack. prodding, but not being let in... though as he smiles like a maniac on the floor, his forked tongue out & red eyes blazing like raging infernos -- his own claws brace himself. hooking in at the back end, whilst front claws remain ready for defense if needed. but there is a knowledge that if dew attempts another attack, aether might be a bit more slow to react. due to having to retract his talons from the mats, & all. the new fire ghoul's tail swaying like a pissed-off feline, as he calculates his next move.

he also snarls and growls, in turn. perhaps more of a gesture rooted in pettiness, animalistic & primal mannerisms running the two. ruling their senses. "yeah, yeah... i bet that's what george foreman said." tongue flicks, once again. okay -- maybe he's giving away his strategy. but dew has a tendency to escape into media whenever he has the chance. he likes to learn about topside history, & all that shit... but with aether's taunt, his front mitt suddenly curls forward -- aiming at the aether ghoul's face with a sharp hiss. trying to bait the larger ghoul into attacking.

The vessel of Quintessence stands strong, like a brick wall compared to Dew's defensive posture. His chest is pushed out, arms squared up and calculating, purple eyes tracking the Ghoul he put himself up against. Dew was no easy target, no easy foe to trip up and beat when it comes to sheer offense and speed. Aether's top half as exposed as Dew's, it's easy to see why Aether proves a strong competitor, his furry skin marred with scars and disfigurements. "Prove my confidence wrong and maybe I'll believe that."

Aether falls for the lunge, aiming to grab a Ghoul who was so fast as to squirm under Aether and get his ankle ensnared. It takes a real surprise to mess Aether up, and the tail around his ankle is just enough to catch him off balance and drag him to the floor. Despite the thunderous clamor, Aether's laughter overwhelms the sound of flesh connecting to marble flooring.

"Tired?! I could do this all day!" His tufted tail lashes from side to side as Aether growls, getting onto a similar position as Dew. Thick, black claws extend out to puncture into the floor, anchoring him down so he doesn't get tripped up yet again. "That all y'got?!"

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[samusings, aether for dew] [ deny ] — my muse edges/denies your muse their orgasm

jaws clench, baring his teeth. a ripple of his gums, as thighs squirm & clench. hind paws dig into the plushness below. scapulae similarly pressing into the pillow, as elbows come down & underneath them. an expression of building ecstasy ripped away, which brings him out of the moment completely. tousled honey drips fallen along his horns, & forehead. brows pinched, whilst hands dig into two handfuls of aether's nesting blankets. claws puncturing them, to keep himself from feverishly gripping at his cock to finish off.

sweat had been beading, & rolling against defined (yet skinny) biceps. along his skinny chest, & to the spot where it bunches near his pubic bone. thighs having been straining, on either side of the quintessence ghoul's head. hips pushing, head thrown back & hair tossed. tiny pinpricks of pleasure building, & cresting. he's so close. claws extending, feet flexing.. dampening with a growl, in his chase. frustrated by it's fleeting nature. -- & just when he's at the precipice -- senses screaming, as well as each nerve in his body -- aether stops. fears it's too late, as he can feel his cock pulse. elevating himself, with a worried expression. his legs tossing about in a squirm. making a rather annoyed keening sound, at the discomfort of the denial. the way it squeezes at his cock, & almost burns. worry quickly having turned to irritation. "--fuck!" he shouts, hurling his head back whilst he reaches down to shove at aether's large horns. his neck tilting back upward. though he knows the drill, by now. & it makes him grit his teeth the same way it makes him whimper. frustratedly, somehow. head tilting, whilst pushing his claws into aether's mane. pulling, with a pleading look on his screwed up face."let me cum, aeth. -- please." [...] "fucking asshole."

kinky/rough smut prompts / / @samusings

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dewdrop rolls his eyes, at that. to most it would be endearing, the way the elder ghoul is so blunt. how he takes things so literally. but for dew, it just got in the way. confines his understanding & makes him mad. doesn't like to feel like he's missing the point. doesn't like feeling like he's not in-on something. in on the joke, even. though he knows pyre isn't making one. not really. but it still makes him a bit hot under the collar, with wide palms sweating. blond hair shifting over his shoulders, as he lowers his head to pull a drag from his cigarette. looking behind him (lazily), with a scoff, as he moves through the room. back towards where he came from. he leans his back against the dresser. that which he had just been perched upon, like a gargoyle. his bass guitar propped next to it. ankles crossed, with one hand stuffed in his pocket as he regards the other. smoke filtering through his nostrils. "-- yeah." he utters. a shake of his head moving his blond hair. "how could i forget?" dew places a hand briefly, on his heart.

the resident ancient fire ghoul. the one who should be taken as the well of knowledge he no doubt is. but instead he's just seen as opposition. like everything dew has been thrust into. & he doesn't know how to handle his element. feeling ironically like a fish out of water. the fire genes in his body saw fit to ravage at the water, within. & despite not having been privy to the kind of pain that pyre can inflict, dew knows it well. scars that used to be his fins & gills, enough to show this. at least an extent.

"oh -- that." dew, turns his head around, to look at the bass. his thumb jutted out. swinging his hair so it didn't land in his face, when he turns back. "naw, i didn't write that." he says. red eyes peering up almost unreadably, through his blond veil. "at least not yet, anyway." [...] "you uh.. you really think that's good?" head tilts gently, with his cigarette half-way to his mouth. brows narrowed, in distrustful curiosity.

Pyre smiled under his mask. Oh he knew that attitude, and he knew Dew was just being defensive. No harm done, but it hurt just a little. But he didn't show it however, as the feeling would pass.

"Oh I know," Pyre said simply, "I don't have kids, as you know."

Hands were placed in his jacket pockets nodding to Dew who finally opened the door.

"Got it, got it," he wandered into the room, looking around, "Although I don't think you have forgotten the tales of how I've punished the worst of the worst, have you?"

The tales of Pyre were absolutely horrifying, what he did to those who deserved the worst punishments imaginable, consumed by fire that emanated from the ghoul's body, melting and bubbling the skin off a deceased sinner until there was nothing else but a skeleton. Nobody would think that if they saw the kind and caring Pyre that stood before Dew.

"Anyway, the reason why I'm here: Did you just write that or made it up on the spot? It's very good."

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he hardly puts up with the helmet for more than thirty seconds after the demon's arrival. scowl on the ghoul's lips, as he drops his glamour. claws growing from knobby limbs. his tail (spaded & devilish), curling at his hip. horns breech his scalp, & hair falls around his face. golden spun as honey, blond as a babe. his body small, & little bulked by his uniform. capped sleeves, vest & shoulder pads. eyes glowing red as the fires of hell. he's defensive already, & the young ghoul is not sure why. watching her, with his tail waving slowly. he doesn't like feeling scrutinized. his eyes darkened with ritual paint, as he regards the mother of demons with wary eyes & a deep-set frown. "i don't know what to tell you, lady." he shrugs his hanging shoulder. flicking hair from his face. "i don't have a mother." dewdrop lies. ever defensive, spitting so everyone would give him some goddamn space. he tugs the helmet a little too close to his side. feeling a small pain in his ribcage, from the pressure. however, he also feels his chest lighten upon seeing her. truly looking upon her. his expression only leveling out somewhat, as his tail stills by his head. his other hand resting on the other side of the black, bug-eyed visage. dim light of the room glints off of the gold ring in his pointed ear. a warning growl in his throat, before he ever even realizes. low, almost mistakable for a purr. his upper lip jumps, ever so slightly. showing a fang in a higher curl, from the claustrophobic feeling he's getting. as though he's being circled by a shark.

demon tosses his helmet on the table with a clunk. scowling, whilst he rips his gaze away to get his cigarettes out of his pocket. fingers on one hand shoving through his hair, before he tilts his head to light up. scoffing, with a shake of his head. he looks up, & to the side at her. his first drag streaming through his nostrils. "oh yeah? -" he pauses. wanting to make some snide comment about how their 'lord' put him through hell. changing him. ripping him apart, & burning him from the inside out. but he doesn't. "well he sure has a funny way of showing it." was he not happy, before? "hope you guys like my guitar playing better than you liked my bass." what's next? making him into an air ghoul? try his turn at the KEYBOARDS?

there is a cat-like prowl in her walk . a wicked gleam in her eye , lips curved into wicked smile . little ghoul , child of her blood . claws tap along wooden table , rheumatic and eerie , as eyes never blinked . watching , waiting , listening . she had lingered long and found patience a rare tool to use , enough to frighten , to terrify even that of her husband . her wrath would shake the heavens .

❛ is that any way to speak to your mother , beastie ? ❜ words are as high and mighty as she . a mother always knew the trouble her brood took , even they knew that . ❛ my poor little ghoul , you look like you've seen a ghost . not the face you believed to see , hm ? well , i've always been here . watching you all from the shadows , ensuring you were well . ❜ powers to conceal , to hide away even from the keenest . a gift perfected , mastered over countless centuries . she had watched them perform before the crowds , secretly cheering them on from the side lines . how they made their mother proud . though rarely she showed such a weak human expression , she felt it . ❛ you perform so . i dare say even our lord would be proud of you . ❜ / @muutos sc. lilith for dewdrop.

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dew's chin raises with a smirk cocked at her interest. & with eyes lidded, he settles more comfortably against the wall. "good. so it won't fuck up your guts." he remembers getting sick after eating too much of it the first time. copia had told him, that it was because his body had never had that before. with that he pushes up off the wall, & pulls a wrapped sandwich out. it's small, but it's still sort of bent & looking a bit worse for wear from his smuggling attempts. he kneels down to where she's playing with the cats, & extends it. "here. -- & if anyone besides copia asks, you didn't get it from me." he cringes, a hand carding through his hair. "fuck it, even copia. got it?"

Quin chitters and her eyes dilate with interest, tail flicking excitedly as she looks up at Dew. "Drive through restaurants? I've heard of them! They sound so cool! I think Rain's been to some, i can kind of remember bits and pieces of it!"

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dewdrop rolls his eyes, again. perhaps a new record. lip curling, slightly. oh god, of course. "how could i forget." little hybrid had himself a family, too. a mother, even. figures she's gone, though. as if he could have anything good stick around, in any universe. on any plane of existence. typically tragic. he's almost proud. more-so in the sense that there's an almost sick competition in his mind, regarding who suffers more. who had suffered more. senseless, though he refuses to give it much thought or consideration. doesn't want to entertain it, with the thought required. dew tucks blond hair behind his pointed ear. letting the cigarette filter rest between his lips, & hover between fingers. softly bent at the knuckle. mirror image. they both are technically hybrids. but, one's genes live in harmony while the other's fire murders the weaker genes within. "my sincerest condolences, comrade." eyes narrow. canting his head, as he sucks on the filter of his cigarette. hand leaving momentarily, to hover over his heart. he snatches the dart from his lips, whilst greedily inhaling smoke into tar black lungs. "oh, come on. it's not us who're pieces of shit, it's them." he points towards the door at some imaginary enemy. he's a goddamn liar. he hates himself just as much. "besides. why the hell shouldn't we push them away?" he calms down, whilst he settles back against the surface he was leaning on. arm curling around his waist. "as if they've ever dashed our expectations."

"You don't have names. I do." It's another one of those stark differences between them. Mirror images, but the mirror's cracked. One with dark hair, the other with white. One a natural hybrid of two elements, the other having changed his completely. Similar to the untrained eye, but still quite different. "My mother gave it to me," he adds quietly. "All I got left of her."

He takes another long drag, exhaling and letting the smoke curl around him, obscuring his vision for a moment, letting it distract himself from his thoughts. "And better no friends at all than fake ones. Ain't we a couple pieces of shit, huh? Push people away first so they never have the chance to hurt us."

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dew hisses at one of the cats, who growls at him. done while he settles against the wall, & watches it scurry away to safety. he props a foot up behind him, & his hair slides over the small curve of his shoulder. mouth open, in an inhale while he tips forward slightly. "yeah -- shit we're not supposed to have." he indicates. tucking a few strands behind his ear, as his other elbow jabs out. hand still lodged in his pocket. "its something from one of those, uh.. drive-thru restaurants. i've been before, but -- i didn't know if you had since, y'know. you can't come out with us, yet."

Quin looks up from where she had been playing around with some of the ministry cats, an activity which always earned her a handful of scratches all up her forearms. "Contraband?" She chirps curiously, standing up and leaning in close to Dew, trying to get a good sniff of whatever he has. "What do you mean? What do you have?'

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dew's eyes immediately light up like twin bulbs. burning hot in his skull, as his fangs bare in a similar hiss. lips rear upward, literally pushing his neck forward in the motion. his tail flicking, in a warning tone. "fuck off." he spits. leaning back again, to let his arm drape over his own belly, instead. a slightly defensive motion, that also works to bring his cigarette closer to his mouth, as he bends his arm upward & drops it back down. eyes only dimming, slightly. 'least this one got to keep some of his element. the ghoul rolls his eyes. his head lolling, somewhat. the leg on the floor extending in front of him, & shoving at the being before him in a petty display. shrugging in an 'oops' -- hardly in an admission of any remorse. "we don't have names, remember?" he emphasizes the 'names' like it means anything. similarly, more harsh than it needed to be. dew shakes his head, with another heavy lift of his shoulders. "nope." he replies breathily in his exhale. "packs better than fake friends, any day." he flicks ash obnoxiously.

Dew growls, shoving at the other. "That's not my fuckin' name," he hisses, a bit more vitriol than necessary, but it gets his point across. His own stark white hair is braided over his shoulder, and the little patches of scales on his skin glitter in the morning sunlight as he sits back, striking his second cigarette on his skin to light it.

"Pack's not friends," he says, taking a drag. "It's fuckin'...pack or nothing, I guess," he says with a hollow laugh. "We never half ass shit, huh?"

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tail pendulum swings between spread legs. perched on a shabby dresser in his room, with his neck ducked. his hair is tied into a high bun, between his horns. the shelf long since littered with claw-marks from the small ghoul scrambling atop it, or from the edges of his boot's buckles. leather soles hook over the side, with the guitar body of the wide fender sitting between them. an awkward position to some, yet his long fingers (made for this specific instrument) strum melodically. calmed, by it. strange, yet comforting. & he makes it a point to play his bass regularly. for it makes him antsy to think that he's forgetting --- even though he knows he never could. ingrained, as much as the guitar seems to have been. natural, though.. it seems that dewdrop only plays his bass anymore when he's upset. melancholy, above the relief from anger that wailing a riff can provide. throwing his small weight around, slamming fist against his instrument... even the way his feet slam on the ground, an expulsion of negative energy.

he's used to the fire ghoul making his rounds. doesn't think twice about the footsteps that prick his ears through the wood of the door, & past the low tones of his instrument. his amplifier not turned up too-too loud. though, when pyre actually knocks.. that pauses his fingers. pressing four strings against the fret board, as ears twitch in curiosity. head tilted, a strand of yellow hair resting against his cheek. brows narrow, with his lips in a sour sort of frown. but, it's more resting than anything. eyes blinking at the door. & while he might usually be a little more forthcoming, there's a knowingness that washes over him. sweeping in his gut. making red eyes lower, with a scowl. oh -- he's checking up on him. "you're not my fucking dad, old man." he retorts. "you wanna hang out, hang out. but if you try & turn this into a therapy session, i'll set off the fire alarm in the time it takes you to light a fuckin' cigarette." & with that he finds leverage, & lifts his ass enough to push himself back against the wall. head tilting back to thunk against the wall with clawed hand hanging off of his knee. smoke easing from his nostrils, accompanied by a sigh. in other words.. "it's open."

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The oldest ghoul made his rounds past each of his family of ghouls' doors. He was so proud of each and every one of them, for having more success than he could ever have. Each new era brought forth wonderful skills and talents, and Pyre was grateful to look after them.

When he passed Dew's room, he heard the young fire ghoul's bass strum a very unique riff. Pyre stopped and softly smiled under his mask. He missed playing his own guitar. Maybe...

No, let the younger keep his creative juices flowing.

He was about to resume his venture forward when the Era Zero ghoul paused.

No, Dew needed checking up on. Dew was the one who always was causing mischief, which meant he also wanted attention. Maybe Pyre could help with that.

And so he back pedaled and knocked on the ghoul's door.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your jam session," he said honestly, "But I just knew I needed to hear more of that tune you have going. Do you mind if I come in?"