#kitty dew

[sphylor]

Cumulus tries to crochet a blanket but kitty Dew loves it so much he keeps trying to snuggle up in it while shes working on it. she finishes it in secret and gives it to Dew on his summoning day. normally the fire ghoul doesnt like to acknowledge that day because it was a very traumatic event but honestly receiving the blanket was the comfort he needed that day. his eyes widen as he holds the blanket delicately between his fingers. its so soft, made out of plush baby blue and grey yarn. when he lifts it to his face he can smell Cumulus on it; the comforting scent of an oncoming storm, the type that you know you can watch from the window while sitting inside cuddling up with the people you love. She watches him with a smile and almost gets knocked over when he launches himself at her for a hug. she doesnt see the blanket again until the next time Dew regresses and she finds him curled up underneath it, purring away contentedly knowing how loved he is.

[dwritesit]

kitty ginger dew! full piece under the cut cuz hes not wearing pants sorry

[hypnoneghoul]

When You Feel Safe, When You Feel Warm

WC: 1,4K

Relationship: Swiss/Rain/Dewdrop

Tags: Hurt/comfort (the hurt is just being tired on tour), fluff, very mild pet regression (i generally don't think it should count but tagging just to be safe? ig), kitty dew if you will, they're soooo in love <3

Touring is tiring, and all the exhaustion makes Dewdrop a bit… different? All the cuter, if you ask Rain and Swiss.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

He was exhausted. Again.

They all were, obviously, touring was extremely tiring, but Dewdrop was on a verge and everyone could see that.

It was always the same.

First, he was getting snappy, lashing out at everyone for no reason and feeling bad about it, because they didn’t deserve it. They treated him like a fragile piece of glass, if anything. Most of the time Dewdrop hated it, but when he was already too tired to even let out a snarl after tripping over Swiss’ phone charger, he secretly appreciated it. He wasn’t an asshole on a daily basis, like so many people seemed to be sure of, but it was one of the stages of his exhaustion.

Then there was a shutdown. 

Dewdrop’s packmates were lucky if they heard one word from him during this stage. He didn’t have the energy for speaking, or anything else, anymore, he had to save all of the small bits he had left into playing the shows. His mates would have to force him to eat and drink then, too, because the only thing he knew was playing.

Something weird happened after that. First few times everyone thought it was Dewdrop getting better, maybe he slept better, but no, it was the highest possible level of his exhaustion, and they learned it quickly. He would start speaking again, smiling, laughing even, being more active in general, but the way he was doing all that wasn’t exactly how he carried himself normally.

Getting off stage after a ritual Dew would all but glue himself to Swiss, Rain or both of them, nudging their shoulders with his head, trilling quietly. This was a small alert, but an alert nonetheless. He was tactile, yes, but he wasn’t a fan of showing affection so openly in public, as they were, only really doing so during the rituals, claiming it was for the show.

When someone would take off the fire ghoul’s helmet, his own hands feeling borderline useless, he’d start chirping, rubbing his face against them, their arms, chests, necks and faces (if he could reach) and whining if his request for attention wasn’t fulfilled.

In the dressing room, the first thing Dewdrop would do was drag someone, ideally Rain, to the couch, making him lay down as he situated himself between his legs. His face would drop to the ghoul’s belly as he purred, claiming his spot for the next fifteen minutes at least.

No one really knew why that was Dewdrop’s exhaustion response, but no one complained. They hated that he was so tired, yes, but extremely clingy cat-like fire ghoul was something they all did enjoy experiencing. Very much so.

Today everyone knew what version of Dew they’d get after the show. He was still quiet before it, focusing on the preparations, but he noticeably started to switch during the performance already. So then, of course, he ended up doing what had been done by him so many times before.

The fire ghoul rubbed his helmet, instead of his hands which was more usual, all over Rain for the better part of the ritual, whispering and laughing into his ear whenever he could. He didn’t pick up much of it, but even the slivers of Dewdrop’s voice after practically not hearing him at all for the last few days made his heart ache in the best way possible. He stayed glued to the water ghoul’s side during the bows, abandoning his typical spot next to Mountain. His happy chirp when he got placed between Swiss and Rain could be heard by them even over all the still overwhelming noise, making them giggle to each other at the simple yet so adorable display of his love for them.

When they were free to go backstage, Dewdrop wrapped both his arms around Swiss’ own, headbutting his shoulder. Rain stayed close behind the two, not wanting to risk Dew panicking, but also refusing to let them out of his sight for his own selfish reasons.

Before they reached a dressing room Dewdrop started muttering something under his breath and whining, his head rubbing against the multi ghoul more frantically, from time to time getting it tilted back or to the side and shaken. Swiss, with one of his arms effectively trapped, couldn’t do much but Rain was already on it, elegant fingers undoing the laces on the back of Dewdrop’s helmet. He dragged the balaclava down too, and when his mate was free, his glamour slowly wearing off too, he let out a happy sigh, his eyes slipping shut for a moment as he melted against Swiss. He chuckled, reaching to run his fingers through the mess on Dew’s head that they usually called his hair. He gave him a gentle scratch behind his ear, spot they knew the fire ghoul loved, and was rewarded with another pleased trill.

“Let’s get you inside, love,” Rain pushed him forward gently, a few steps and they were in the room. The water ghoul put Dewdrop’s helmet and his own away, taking off as much of his uniform as he managed before his mate started whining again.

Finally, when Rain plopped down onto a radioactive looking couch by the wall, Swiss got freed as Dewdrop launched himself into the water ghoul’s open arms. He crawled on top of him, ending up with his face buried in his chest as Rain gently, as to not tug on the sweaty knots, played with his hair. Swiss managed to change, in the meantime, grinning incessantly at the beautiful background noise that Dewdrop’s loud purring was. He prepared some comfy clothes for Rain and Dew too and packed up some of their stuff.

“Okay, princess, we can get going,” the multi ghoul announced, addressing Rain.

“Pssst, love,” he leaned down to whisper into Dew’s ear, hooking a stubborn strand of golden hair behind it. He moved his head up, resting his chin on Rain’s sternum as he blinked at him sleepily, “we gotta head back to the bus.”

Dewdrop half whined, half grumbled, tightening his arms around his mate’s waist. Swiss giggled above them, crouching down to run his big hands over the fire ghoul’s back, “Come on, I’ll carry you, doll.”

A bit reluctantly Dewdrop peeled himself off of Rain, only to be immediately scooped up into Swiss’ arms. Another trill sounded from Dew, as he shoved his face into the multi ghoul’s neck and let himself be carried through the venue’s seemingly endless corridors.

The next thing Dewdrop knew he was being tossed into a small bunk on their bus. His eyes widened and he let out a small panicked sound when Swiss’ arms left him for a moment.

“Shhh, you’re okay, I’m not going anywhere,” he assured and soon he did crawl into the tight space after his mate and wrapped him up in his arms. Swiss turned them so his back was to the bunk’s wall and Dew’s to his chest.

Before the small ghoul settled fully, though, “Mhm… R- Rainy?”

“He's coming, bug,” Swiss mumbled into the crook of his neck.

True to his word the curtain was peeled back again after a moment and Dewdrop was met with a sideways view of Rain’s smiling face, “Hi, love.”

“Hi,” Dew giggled and he suddenly got hoisted back and turned again by Swiss’ arm across his chest. With how much, or rather how little, space there was in those bunks they had to really work to make it work for them three.

Swiss laid down flat on his back, Rain curled into his side and Dewdrop sprawled out on top of them both, all their tails tangled. He had his face buried in between his mates’, both Rain’s stubble and Swiss’ moustache tickling his cheeks in the best possible way.

At one point Dewdrop's hands drifted down from where they were curled around his mates' necks, one landing over Swiss' soft tummy and the other on Rain's bicep. He moved them up and down for a few moments, as if he was shy to get to what he actually planned on doing.

He did, though. Dew slowly started squeezing his fists and pushing them down, soon fully kneading his ghouls, relaxing all three of them even more.

“Hey, Dew?” the multi ghoul whispered before any of them truly dozed off, nuzzling his nose into Dewdrop’s hair. His mate perked up at that, cocking his head to the side, a quiet ‘mrrp’ sound escaping him, making both Swiss and Rain absolutely melt. “God, you’re so cute. I love you so much.”

“You’re like a little kitten,” Rain mumbled from his spot where he was partially hidden by a curtain of gold, “you know that?”

As if it was supposed to be an answer, Dewdrop chirped happily and let the noise bleed into a steady purr as he rubbed his face against Swiss’ shoulder. Both his mates chuckled and kicked up their own content rumbles, tightening their hold on their sweet little kitten.

When they’d wake up the next day, Dewdrop would still be tired, they all would, but with a prospect of spending all their days like this together, again, they’d survive. 

[ghoultrifle]

pov: you wake up next to kitty dew after he's been into mountain's special stash

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Rizzy. Its been a tough day, is it okay to ask for some Kitty or Little Dew and Mountain fluff? 😭🩷🩷

i hope your day is a little better 💕 kitty dew isn’t my expertise so I hope it’s good enough!!

To door to the greenhouse slides open and closed again with a loud bang, distracting Mountain from his job of repotting plants but when he looks up there’s no there. He tuts, shaking his head, thinking the wind had picked up even more. He goes back to his potting, carful pulling plants from the nursery pots and into bigger ones where they can flourish. 

He gets back into the rhythm of it, so focused on what he’s doing that he doesn’t notice Dew sneaking up behind him, crawling on all fours, low to the ground. He eyes Mountain tail that’s  swaying slightly low to the ground and he backs up a little, wiggling a little and launched himself at the spade of Mountain’s tail. 

Mountain let’s out gasp feeling something crash onto the back of his legs and looks behind him not see Dew in a heap at his feet, his tail held in his mouth. 

“Oh, so it was you that opened the door.” He lets out a little laugh.

Dew tilts his head to the side, still holding Mountain’s tail in his mouth. Mountain turns around, abandoning his plants and squats down beside Dew, noticing the little purple collar around his neck. He gives it a little tug and scratches under Dew’s chin making the smaller ghoul tilt his head back with a little chuff. 

“Do I have a little kitty on my hands right now?” 

There’s a lightness to Mountain’s voice as he continues to scratch under Dew’s chin. Dew's ears flick in approval and he tilts his head back even more, a small purr rumbling though his chest. 

Mountain coos at him, moving to scratch behind his ear. 

“Oh, you’re a good boy, aren’t you?” 

Dew gives him a chirp and gives Mountain's tail that’s still in his mouth a little nibble. Mountain coos again at him. 

“Yeah you are, such a good boy.” 

Dew’s pupils dilate more then they already are, and his purr kicks up an octave in his chest.

“You wanna help me with the plants, little kitty?” 

Dew gives another little chirp, tilting his head to the other side. Mountain stands again, picking Dew up with him and placing him on his back so Dew can see what he’s doing. Dew keeps Mountains tail in his mouth the whole time, growling ��light as Mountain wiggles it in his mouth every now and then. 

Mountain gets back to his plants, lifting up the occasional leaf for Dew to bap or a berry for him to eat. Dew purrs happily onto his ear getting louder and louder as the minutes pass. He’s purring so loudly that Mountain can feel him vibrating in his back. 

He sways from side to side as works, rocking Dew. 

“You having fun up there, little kitty?” 

Dew chuffs, reaching out bap at a branch Mountain was holding out for him. He shakes the branch making it harder for Dew to catch. Dew growls when his attempts to catch it fail. 

“Such a good helper, aren’t you? Should ask you to come and help you everyday.” 

Dew’s purrs increase even more and he headbutts the back of Mountains head. Mountain pushes his head back into Dew’s with a chuff of his own and rubs at Dew’s thighs that are wrapped around his hips. 

It takes Mountain twice as long to finish his work that day but he doesn’t mind, not when Dee purr so sweetly and plays with anything he offers to him. The sound of two ghouls purring in unison fills the greenhouse. 

They’re both late for dinner that night, after they’d both showered off the grim and mud from the greenhouse it’s late. Mountain makes them both cereal for dinner, keeping Dew’s dry so it’s easier for him to eat. He ends up feeding him little spoonfuls anyway and Dew purrs in between mouthfuls, giving Mountain loving looks and headbutts the whole time. 

After dinner they both curl up with the rest of the ghouls in the den. Dew’s quick to curl up in Mountain’s lap, resting his head on Mountain’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as he purrs the loudest he’s purred all day. Mountain combs his fingers though Dew’s hair, scratching behind both his ears. They both fall asleep not long after that. Aether wraps them both up in a blanket, laughing at both of them purring and snoring at the same time. 

[phantasma-ghoulia]

Rain ghoul is Halloween ready!!!

Phantom ghoul is just saying hello! 👋

Ssshhhhhh!!! Be quiet!! Rain and Dewy are taking a nap 🤫🤫🤫

(for @hypnoneghoul)

[golden-rats]

First comm for the lovely @sphylor !!

Was delighted to make some kitty Dew content 💚

[mountainsabandonedshoes]

kitty dew and puppy Mountain aren't allowed around toilet roll unsupervised, dew will absolutely just shred it, as much of it as he can get his hands on. mountain would chew on it until it's all soggy and gross then Swiss or phantom would come along, take it and start throwing it at walls, hoping it'll stick.

[gh-woah-st]

I'll Always Be There for You

I made my first fic :)

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Dew/Rain

Summary:

Rain woke up feeling off. Nothing in particular led to this feeling, it was just. Off. One of those days where you lay in bed all day and hope the feeling goes away on its own. Unfortunately, Rain couldn’t wallow in bed forever, having to drag himself out of bed for practice. Dew knew something was up with Rain the second he walked into practice, the slept-in pajamas and slump in his stance unusual for the ghoul, and after seeing how Rain so carelessly put away the instrument he treasured dearly to hurry out of the room, he knew whatever was going on was a lot. Alternatively, Dew goes kitty and comforts Rain after he's had a shitty day

I shouted them out on the fic but they need a shout out here too: @sphylor and @divine-misfortune are the amazing people who I yell about kitty dew 24/7 with and they're half the reason this fic exists :)

[divine-misfortune]

rain and kitty dew <333

give the people (sphy and i) what they want

Ah, shit I guess the people do be asking.

@sphylor bestie wake up kitty time.

By the time the weight of his guitar was lifted off of him, Dew was struggling. Perhaps struggling was an understatement. He was fighting for solid ground but just couldn't seem to find his footing. From the flashing lights to the smell of sweat and adrenaline, Dew was barely holding on.

His breathing came with a bit of difficulty like there was a rock settled squarely on his chest. He was counting each inhale and exhale in some vain attempt to keep himself tethered. Everything felt uncomfortably close, his clothes far too tight and heavy, his skin sticky with sweat, his balaclava suddenly suffocating.

Dew needed out.

The second he'd run out of picks to toss halfheartedly into the crowd, he was slinking off stage with a growing tension in his jaw. He couldn't even bring himself to stay for final bows, not like this.

Minutes felt like hours. Curled up in some semi quiet corner backstage, Dew kept his hands clamped firmly over his ears to drown out the distant sounds of the audience. His helmet had been thrown somewhere in his haste. Someone would probably find it, he couldn't find it in himself to care about a hunk of leather and metal. He was too busy trying not to claw his glamor off, desperate to escape the confines of the magic buzzing on his skin.

At a certain point, he's certain he checked out entirely. His body moved on a well memorized auto pilot. It was like being just outside of his body, connected, but floating somewhere unsafe. It was a blur of bodies. Dew can't even remember changing from his uniform. Only registering a much softer cotton under his fingers.

Even safely locked behind a hotel room door where the rest of the world was far away, Dew could barely hold onto himself but he also didn't want to let go. It was like trying to mentally barricade himself but the brain fog still steadily managed to seep through the cracks.

"Baby?"

Dew ran the tip of his tongue over the back of his teeth, still artificially kept straight and dulled down. He didn't want to give into the nagging behind his eyes and feared tugging at the seams of his glamor would cause him to unravel.

He forced his unfocused eyes to tune back in even slightly to settle on the water ghoul exiting the bathroom. His hair was still dripping, towel draped over his broad shoulders and bare chest.

"What?"

"You haven't said a word since we got on stage."

"I know."

Rain's neutral expression creased. Concern etching itself in harsh lines as he moved closer to him. Dew felt his stomach flip unpleasantly but remained in still.

"What's going on up there?"

He gestured towards his own head, tapping a clawed finger against his temple. His voice was soft, low and sweet and Dew mentally tried to dig his fingers in. Rapidly losing ground when he caught Rain's scent. It was comfort. It was a weak point. It was undeniably home.

"....Stressed."

"Seems like a little more than just stress. Look at me," Dew didn't think he could meet his gaze. "Can I touch you?"

"...Yeah."

Rain cupped his face in both hands and his breath hitched. The walls were cracking, he could feel it. He lifted his face up and Dew blinked slowly when their eyes met. The sharp edges felt softer when Rain did the same in return, a slow blink and a weak smile.

"Long day, huh?"

"Mhm..." His head felt heavier in Rain's hands, like he was the only thing holding him up. "Too long."

"You don't have to hold on for my sake, cattail."

Dew frowned a bit, the words taking too long to register. Response came to him slower when Rain stroked his thumbs gently over his cheeks.

"Not-"

"Hush," Rain whispered and kissed the space between his eyebrows. Dew couldn't help but let the tension slip from his face. "You're safe baby, I'm here."

Every second in Rain's embrace was a losing battle, one he didn't know why he was fighting anymore.

"It's okay, I've got you."

"You...Um," Dew had to blink a few times. Wade through the puddle his brain felt like it was melting into. "Sure?"

"Of course I am. You wanna be my good kitty for a bit? No more stress?"

The mere idea of falling into it managed to pull a little trill from the fire ghoul. One that he didn't entirely register. Rain chuckled and kissed the tip of his nose this time.

"Just let mousey take care of you tonight."

Dew hummed, distantly, in agreement. He allowed Rain to guide his heavy body into bed, and it was only tucked carefully into his mate's side did Dew finally let himself crumble. He could feel the tears prick in his eyes but Rain held him close. There was no need to build walls, not when Rain had him in his arms.

So, Dew let himself be cared for. He allowed himself to relinquish his desperate grip on the reigns because he was safe where he was.

[sphylor]

Mountain gets a migraine and spends most of the day in his room in the dark trying to sleep it off. Kitty Dew manages to wriggle his way into his room and curls up on Mountain’s head while he sleeps and purrs. he wants to help his Meownty feel better

[hypnoneghoul]

puppy mountain & kitty dew

[ghoultrifle]

mountain and kitty dew

@sphylor

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Kitty Dew and Swiss in the ghoul group chat

[ghostieagere]

do you have any thoughts about pet regressing ghouls?

i do i do i do !!! most of my thoughts revolve around kitty ghouls (because @sphylor's kitty dew lives rent free in my mind every single day) but hopefully i'll be able to conjure up a few thoughts about some other ghouls as well !! 💚

rain is at the forefront of my mind at the moment because another lovely anon sent a request asking me to write something about otter rainy !! so little otter rainy with their emotional support rocks and shinies piles has been on my mind a lot recently :) they love going to down to the lake when they're otter, but the ghouls won't let them because yes, they're otter, but they're not very coordinated with their limbs. so instead, there's a little plastic kiddy pool near mountain's greenhouses and fish ponds for rain to swim about and explore in when they're otter !!

and i can't talk about petre ghouls without mentioning kitty dew, of course !! he's such a sleepy little kitten, always wearing himself out after a big day of doing not much. he's very content to spend the day curled up on someone's lap, purring and stretching awake every now and then, but he also loves rushing around and playing hunting games with anyone who'll indulge him in it. that being said, he can and will sit in front of cat tv for hours and be completely entranced by it. in my head, when he's kitty, dew loves spending time curled up in a corner of mountain's greenhouse, especially in winter. when the heat lamps for the plants are on, the dirt underneath the big monstera plant gets so toasty, so dew loves spending the day hidden away behind the leaves in the warmth, purring while he listens to mountain pot plants and hum tunes to himself. (like i said before, @sphylor is a wealth of headcanons on all things kitty dew, so please please please go check out his incredible headcanons and fics about everyone's favourite little kitty !!)

aeon is a bit of a wild card in my mind. sometimes he's kitty, sometimes he's puppy and there's not really any way of predicting which way he's going to swing. regardless of whether he's kitty or puppy though, he'll be full of energy and bouncing around whatever space he's been confined to looking for playmates to roll around or hunt with. it's worth noting though, that after a day of aeon bounding around all over the place, the ghouls are likely to have a very, very sleepy creature on their hands who'll need to be tucked into a little nest with gentle touches and wished a very good nights sleep

and although this mightn't be strictly petre, i've also had a few brief thoughts about completely ghoulish omega :0 like i said, it might not be entirely considered to be pet regression since he's a ghoul anyway, but i think that when everything gets stressful, instead of going little or kitty or puppy, he'll let his ghoulish side out a little more (it's a little bit like a dog but not a puppy, if that makes sense !!). he'll communicate through growls and snarls, running about all over the place on all fours, letting off streams of built-up quintessence magick as he goes. he doesn't wear himself out to the point of pliant sleepiness like dew or aeon do, but he'll come back from his rampage a little calmer, and ifrit and alpha are always more than happy to set up a little doggy bed in one of their rooms for him to curl up in while they all wait for him to come out of it. he usually doesn't like to be touched when he's like this, but he'll never say no to ear scratches or head pats from if and alph <3

[genderful-ghoul]

Someone, please, turn Dew into a kitty. Let him shapeshift so he can curl up next to his ghoulfriends on a cozy night and purr. Let him be a tiny little man whose head is just a lil handful. Let someone softly rub between his ears. Let his fluffy little tail wave around when he’s content. Let him have a little “meow” that he speaks to Aether with sweetly when he wants to be petted. Let him have happy, warm, and fuzzy belly rubbins. Let someone pet his fluffy little chest as he purrs quietly. Let him sit with sleepy eyes. Let him have little teeths and a little tongue to lovingly bite and lick his ghoulfriends with. Let him lay or loaf on someone’s chest for the night when he wants to be close to them. Let him make biscuits on his friends’ thighs. Let him perch on someone’s shoulders. Let him stretch his little leggies and little toesies. Let him make cute little noises. Let him paw at his favourite human(oid)s‘ doors to be let in so he can spend time with them. Let him roll and wiggle around like a silly little boy. Let him have kitty playtime with his friends. Let him curl up by the fireplace and have a safe nap. Let him curl up sweetly in blankies only to be discovered by a friend and left to nap as they lovingly watch over him. Let him sing call and response songs with his friends. Let him focus on being kitty and forget about being a big tough ghoul.