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miasmaghoul · 18 days ago

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I have murder ghouls on the brain, I do not apologize

You think Aether saves the tastiest parts of his kills for Dew as romantic little gifts? He gets more nourishment from the mental side of the kill anyway, so even if Dew's had a kill all to himself, it's about the gesture. Sure, he likes a good heart now and then, but he likes the way Dew's eyes go soft when he lets him have it even more.

ABSOLUTELY YES

Especially right after they get back from tour, when Dew's claws are so, so sharp but his body is far too exhausted to hunt. Aether will bring him all his favorite parts - tongue, heart, pancreas, maybe even a nice marrow-rich femur - while Dew rests, works on getting his sleep and meal schedule back on track. That look in his eye, the way his crow's feet get even deeper when he smiles? Aether lives for that look, any way he can get it. This way just so happens to be one of his favorites - he knows his gifts nourish the both of them, after all.

#help this is so sweet im gonna pass out #aether tracking one sibling he knew dew had his eye on before they left on the van to the airport #giving them regular checkups #recommending a few dietary changes (the siblong doesnt need to know its to make them taste better)#and of course aether is MORE than happy to share his memory of the hunt that took them if dew finds himself curious #but usually he isnt #he knows aether well enough to know just who those parts must have come from #and he loves him even more for it #aether licks the blood from dew's chin when he's finished of course #just a lil treat #got i love dewther SO MUCH AUGH #thank u for this gift mal ♡♡♡♡♡#murger ghouls #cw murder #cw gore #cw blood #just to cover all my bases

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wordpress-blaze-242652330 · 3 hours ago

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Red Sun, Red Run

Are you game? Voice asked. Continuously pushing me to play. It is fun you got to admit. Put it this way there are more people writing this as moments pass.Who am I now? Don't know. Just a friction of day that happen years ago, on which I was speaking to a certain person and played a role. Role in which I speak and remember. Tomorrow I would speak to another person and so on. Each person is a friction of a memory. Memory that became persona. For each memory you get another persona.

So? Who am I now?

A patient that is speaking to a doctor? That's what I think. As far as I can see I feel lifeless, drained, empty. Music keeps me going. Not any kind of music. It mush be beats and kicks. Caffeine and cigarettes. The things you get in a hospital.

I wonder why Keith killed himself. Was he feeling somewhat lost? Or he did it for the cause? It's been years since he's gone. Remember? 2019? With Keith gone, what's left of them. Just skin and bones.

Now I wonder if Keith knew what's coming in an Afterlife. Maybe he lives. In a another dimension. Just not this one. Anyway, Keith is well remembered and it's time to move to some other topic.

My job here is to be a witness so you can do the dirty work. I write. You read. I read. You write. Who is who here.

We need you back in the game.

There was so many of them. Games.

Wonder how Igor is doing. Locked away. Now that he did something terrible. Something you….

You with me Igor? Can we hear each other? There is more in this life then plain texts, phone calls and eye to eye conversations. When the red sun shows, I get that call from you where you invite me in a picture of what you call nostalgia. I need a spliff, walk in a nature where red sun shows. All red. Order. Green cheating. Orange enjoyment. Purple pain. Black power. Yellow sound.

I like black and I like red.

Oh, a walk. Yeah.

Source: Red Sun, Red Run

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