#papas-little-dewdrop

[mamasgarden]

Mama! ^^ makn good progress on the cover for my Disney agere fic! ^^ not sure if I wanna keep it as is, or clean it up tho

(Used a YCH drawing base! I'll add the base to the ask!)

hii sweetheart!!! good job, it looks amazing!! :]] i think it looks good as it is, but you'd have to show me what it looks like cleaned up too!

[sakuraspoke]

ENTER SANDMAN // MILAN 2022 or: papa says clap!

[noahl-art]

✨️ Happy Valentine's day ✨️ (last one I promise)

Small gift for @forlorn-crows 🌿

It's based on And You Know That It Takes Two (it was so good 🫠)

Thanks for blessing us with your amazing writing!!

[sodomizers-soul]

Sodo to opposing churches/ministries: my dad can beat up your dad.

Copia: i definitely can’t, please don’t hurt me.

[wolves333]

Where can I find him

[dewsgremlin]

Copia, angry: Why the hell did you sprinkle Rain with holy water?!

Dewdrop: Because Rain is far too lovable and considerate to be a demon. He doesn't even embody a single one of the 7 deadly sins. I just wanted to test if he is really one of us...

Rain, crying on the ground: Of course I'm a ghoul! Why else would I have horns and a devil's tail? Besides, you were there when I was summoned!

Dewdrop: well, good point I guess...

[mardyart]

papas are teaching italian to ghouls

[itsbeesknees]

Impera Ghoul Pumpkin I carved for the season

[cupid-ghoul]

rain loves eavesdropping.

well is it eavesdropping when you were there first and someone else just started talking? doesn't matter.

he doesn't do it maliciously or to expose someone's secrets, but the little habit developed when he was freshly summoned.

when everything about being topside got too much and he was overwhelmed with the world, he would sneak outside, hop into the ministry lake, sink to the bottom of the pond and just sit there.

he enjoys the peace and quiet that being in his natural element brings him. he enjoys playing around with the fish that share the space with him. he likes watching the streaks of light from beneath the surface.

however, what rain didn't think about was the siblings of sin using the shore of the lake to meet up, to relax, to vent, to do lucifer knows what.

he's heard it all. confessions, rejections, proposals, break ups, very juicy gossip, funny memories, and sad stories shared with no one but the fish in the lake ... or so the siblings thought.

he calls them his pond secrets and he'd never spill any of them, except when it's something really concerning.

but he would never share the secrets of his pond buddies. each story belongs to a sibling, and each story is cherished by him.

[ghcstcd]

Have you ever seen a ghoul more stunning?

[farter-imperator]

Thinking about Dew with asthma. Specifically, little Dew with asthma.

Dew playing quietly on the playmat in the common room, content to line up all his toy cars while his plush dragon, Dio, watches on. Swiss is also watching.

Every so often, Dew coughs or clears his throat. Swiss can't figure out if he's just got a tickly cough, or if it's something more. Either something viral, or an asthma attack.

He asks softly "Dew, buddy? Are you okay?"

Dew gives him a toddler cough in return.

"Alrighty, then. You tell me if you start to feel worse."

It's a few more minutes, Dew rearranging his cars by height, occasionally watching the TV. Swiss put on Bluey for him, but Swiss is watching it more than he is.

And then Swiss hears the wheeze.

Just a little crackle in Dew's throat at first. But Swiss' head snaps up nonetheless.

"Dewy? How are we feeling?"

"U-Uhm... 'Eezy..."

"Wheezy, bud?"

"Yeah."

"Do you need your inhaler?"

Swiss already knows the answer. Little Dew does not like his inhaler. But his choices right now are, 1) use the inhaler, or 2) don't use the inhaler and end up in the infirmary.

Swiss reaches under the coffee table and grabs Dew's spacer kit. It's never far from reach when Dew's little. He won't take his inhaler without a spacer when he's little.

He moves onto his knees on the floor, kneeling by Dew. Dew whines at the sight of Swiss setting up his inhaler, but his wheezes are becoming more frequent and his chest is burning a little.

The spacer is clear, with teddy bears printed over it, and a mask on one end.

Swiss wraps his arm around Dew and brings him into his lap. Thankfully, Dew doesn't protest, apart from a little wheezy huff.

"Gonna be a brave little guy for me, huh?" Swiss asks as he clicks the inhaler into place. Dew shakes his head, burying his face against Swiss' chest. "Yeah, I know. You don't like it. But we've gotta do it, buddy. You'll feel super yucky if we don't give you your puffs now."

Dew turns his head from one way to the other, like a baby refusing a bottle as Swiss holds the mask up. Eventually, however, the tight feeling in his chest wins and he lets Swiss hold the mask over his mouth and gives him the first puff.

"Nice slow breaths, bubby. Yeah, that's it, you're doing great. In and out. In and out. Good job..."

Dew looks up at him with big eyes, taking shaky breaths. After a little while, Swiss gives him another puff of his inhaler, his thumb gently rubbing Dew's cheek.

Dew's breathing slows eventually, and then he cuddles into Swiss, tired out after his little eezy episode.

[littleghoulghost]

Ghoul Fact: While in Hell, Mountain was such a menace he was actively avoided by most ghoul packs. He can't count the number of ghouls he'd killed on both of his hands. He'd need an extra pair for that. It got so bad that most packs literally went the extra mile to avoid his territory.

He is both proud of this and extremely embarrassed. He was so controlled by his instincts that he became an actual unholy terror. Essentially, this man unintentionally became a Hellish warlord.

When Papa summoned Little Ghoul it took a drop of blood, a drop he'd gotten using a lancet typically used to testing your blood sugar. He has a deep fear of Mountain, he loves him, but he also knows just how much blood Terzo needed to summon him.

There is power in blood, especially in the Emeritus line. He'd heard about Mountain's summoning, had even assisted in some ways as Cardinal; he'd also seen the bandages on Terzo afterward.

Terzo usually summoned ghouls by making a small slice on a fingertip with a blade, just enough to summon an average ghoul. Turns out, Mountain is not your average ghoul. No, it had taken that and more from Terzo. It had taken a deep slice and a line of black stitches along his arm to finally pull Mountain from the depths. The largest amount the abbey knows of.

As such, Papa does his best to ensure Mountain is content, if not pleased, with his daily life at the abbey. He fears the day Sister Imperator will upset that life, for he knows just what kind of Hell awaits them.

[cardi-c]

listen to papa

[violetlens]

this fandom has 3 days to start talking about lume ghoulette or else.

also name the other two los angeles ghoulettes by the end of the week before i start eating some of you! not enough people are being annoying about the fact that rite here rite now is giving us ghoulettes of color

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Dew can't sleep, and he hasn't been talking to Ifrit. Doesn't mean Ifrit doesn't still care, though. I fucking love them what can I say.

It's too late for this shit, Dew thinks, as he lights another cigarette on the balcony, careful not to let the glowing tip brush up against any of Mountain's potted plants invading the already narrow space. Stems curl around the metal railing, leaves dripping down and swaying in the light breeze. It's somewhat of a hypnotizing sight, one that has Dew blinking sluggishly as he attempts to chainsmoke his thoughts away.

It's too late to be plagued by every thoughts and worries known to man, and yet here Dew is. He hasn't bothered to grab his jacket, hoping that the cold would give him something to focus on. So far, it's only making him shiver hard enough to make his back ache. He's unwilling to go back inside though, frozen in place like staying rooted to the spot might be the key to his peace of mind.

Smoke is exhaled toward the night sky, pinpricks of light blinking at Dew's sad little worries on their canva of deep blue. The burning in his lungs helps a bit, but there is no magical remedy to the whirlwind up in the fire ghoul's head, mercilessly keeping him from restful slumber.

Dew doesn't realize how tense his neck is until a warm hand presses against the back of it, thumb digging in stiff muscles. He barely jumps at the sudden presence.

"I figured you'd be the one here."

Ifrit's voice is gentler than usual in the quiet of the night, face soft and hair mussed when he shifts into Dew's peripherical vision, looking very much like he just woke up. The sheet imprint on his cheeks only confirms it, as well as making him look unbearably adorable. Eyes big and searching despite the slight glaze of tiredness still clinging to them, Ifrit has the good sense not to push for an answer, just shrugs his jacket off to wrap it around Dew's shoulders. It's warm and smells like cedar, so achingly familiar. Dew can't help sinking into it. So what if there's unsaid things trapped between them, arguments never quite settled, longing for something maybe past, maybe broken, maybe fixable, that they're too cowardly to attempt saving ?

Right now, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because Ifrit's arm is slung around Dew's shoulders, tugging him into the older fire ghoul's chest, until Ifrit's heartbeat echoes in Dew's ear and he can feel a kiss being pressed to the crown of his head.

Ifrit's throat glows orange when he accepts the half-finished cigarette Dew hands him, a fun quirk of his that Dew admittedly missed. It used to fascinate him, seeing Ifrit's body visibly react to the smoke curling inside his lungs. The longer the drag he takes, the further the glow spreads, sometimes reaching his broad chest in an abstract pattern of light splashed under his skin.

With the both of them sucking onto the filter, Dew quickly ends up stomping on the butt of the cigarette. He doesn't reach for another one. His thoughts are still racing, but tiredness is starting to take its toll, and it's hard to follow what goes on in his brain when his eyes start closing for longer period of times, leaning into Ifrit's warm body and the soft touch of his fingers drawing mindless forms on his shoulder.

Dew still doesn't want to go though.

That's when Ifrit starts to sing.

It's more of a soft hum at the begining, but then words start to flow out of his mouth, ableit softly to fit the late hour. Ifrit has always had a nice voice. Surprisingly versatile, a bit raspy on the edge but able to climb pretty high, just to fall to a low rumble in a steady whiplash of register. Dew has begged him to sing to him many times over the years they've known each other, and every instance where Ifrit complied with rosy cheeks and bashful smiles have a special place carved for them in Dew's mind.

Distantly, he notices Ifrit's not singing in english. Gaelic, his brain provides. To Dew's untrained ears, the pronounciation seems pretty good, which makes him wonder whether Chain taught him, or if it's part of Ifrit's hidden deck of random knowledges.

Either way, the tension in Dew's shoulders is slowly bleeding away. There's a tight ball of yearning in his lower stomach, but that he can withstand. Probably.

The sudden realization that if they don't breach the distance that settled between them ever since Ifrit retired, the older fire ghoul will become somebody Dew used to know, used to love, strikes him like a bolt of lightening, and his hand flies up to grip Ifrit's arm in a tight grasp. It cuts the singing short, which Dew takes half a second to mourn before he chokes out.

"Don't go."

It's not all he'd like to say, but the words stick in his throat, tongue heavy and useless in his mouth. Ifrit, sweet, darling Ifrit, tightens his hold on Dew, mouth moving in his hair as he shushes him gently.

"I'm right here, i'm right here."

You're not, Dew wants to say, I miss you, you're holding me and I miss you.

But of course, it's like Ifrit knows what goes on in Dew's overproductive brain, because he leans forward, really draping himself over the smaller ghoul, planting a kiss on his temple.

"I am here, Dew. I promise."

Dew let himself relax, takes a deep breath.

"Come to bed with me ?"

Ifrit hesitates. Doesn't pull away, barely stiffens, but he does hesitate.

"Isn't Aether-"

"Yeah, he's there already. Ifrit, he wouldn't mind. Actually, I think he would be thrilled. Unless, of course, if you were with Zeph, I wouldn't want to-"

Dew's rambling is cut short by Ifrit turning him in his hold, until they face each other, heart-wrenching fondness dancing in the older fire ghoul's eyes. Carefully, he cups Dew's face in his big hands, pressing a kiss square on his forehead.

"No, I was alone. Let's go then. Before you freeze to death."

For the first time in several hours, Dew smiles bright and wide.

(In the morning, Aether wakes up with Ifrit's arm slung over both his and Dew's waist, two pairs of legs tangled with his. A familiar sight he missed more than he realized.)

[ghuleeh]

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