#sunny/swiss

[forlorn-crows]

All this talk of soft ghouls got me thinking some unwise thoughts...

Can we, the clamoring public, see some Sunny softness? One of her ghouls (gn) showing her how loved she is once everyone gets back from tour? Taking some time to spoil her and just feel some pleasure with her? Please can we see that from your skilled and talented brain?

hi mallll you know i love my sunny girl

whats better than one multi ghoul? two multi ghouls. swiss spending time with his multi girl to get you all warm and fuzzy wink wink

a little bit of slice of life, a little bit of porn. mostly banter, some makin' out and some frotting action.

transfemme sunshine, with cock/dick/balls to refer to her anatomy.

“There she is, little miss Sunshine,” Swiss beams, pulling her into a strong, warm hug. “Missed you, multi girl.”

Sunny giggles, bouncing on her heels and squeezing him tight. “Missed you so much, Swissy.”

He gives her a chaste kiss on the side of her face, pulling back and holding her at arm’s length. Just to look at her. Breathe in that bright clementine smell of hers that they’ve all gone without. 

He sighs, giving her a lopsided grin. “I’m sure Cir and Lus will wanna steal you away first,” he rumbles, smoothing his thumbs over her freckled upper arms. “But maybe we can catch up later. Just us. How’s that sound, bunny?”

Sunny grins right back at him, clapping her hands together softly. “Yes! I’d love that.”

“Perfect,” he says, leaning in to kiss her on the nose. He eyes the other air ghoulettes who are quickly approaching them. “Uh oh. Gotta dash before Cir bites a chunk outta me for stealing her girl,” he teases, mock-whispering against her temple. 

“You better,” Cirrus lilts, flicking the forked end of her tongue out at him with a playful hiss. 

Swiss raises his hands in mock surrender, taking two steps back. “All yours, ladies,” he assures with a wink. 

“Thank you,” Cumulus says, turning her nose up proudly and crossing her arms. It’s all show though, her face splitting into a grin a second later, dimples on full display. The two of them take Sunny arm-in-arm, predictably whisking her away from the rest of the group—but not before Cirrus lands a smack on Swiss’ ass with her tail on the way out. 

“Bye,” he chuckles, offering Sunny a little wave. 

“Hey!” Aurora calls out from across the courtyard where she’s been flinging the few remaining suitcases into manageable stacks. She’s hunched over a random equipment case, ushering the multi-ghoul over. “I need your muscles. Big boy ran off with the other lovebirds already, and Lucifer knows where Rain and Aeon are.” 

Swiss rolls his eyes. “Slackers. The lot of ‘em,” he jests. “I gotcha, sweetheart.”

—

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” Swiss muses hours later, pulling on a lock of Sunshine’s hair to watch it spring back out of his grasp.

She pouts and wrinkles her nose. Furrowing her brow, she blows a stream of air perfectly upwards to put the curl back in its place. “Yes. But you’ve interrupted me to say so.”

“It was really important, bunny.”

She rolls her eyes, even with the grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “You don’t wanna hear the rest of the story?”

Swiss pulls her closer by the waist, melding their bodies together for the first time in a long while. “I do, sweetheart. But I’ve heard my fair share of griping and groaning about human taxes from Aether himself. Can’t blame a guy for getting distracted by other things.” 

Sunny snorts. She walks her fingers up his forearm, over the swell of his bicep, and over his shoulder to poke him in the cheek. “And what are you thinking about instead, hm?”

He snaps his teeth at her finger, smiling when she yelps and pulls her finger away with a giggle. Then he leans in close, holding her gaze. He runs the tip of his nose along her browline, sighing when that sweet scent of her flares at his proximity. 

“You, sweet thing. My beautiful bunny whom I’ve missed so dearly.” He nuzzles further into her with a raspy purr, squeezing into the space between her and the pillow and tucking his nose right into the crook of her neck. 

“Swissy,” she half laughs, half whines. 

“Come onnn,” he groans teasingly. “Lemme be sweet to you. Show you how much I’ve missed you.”

“You just wanna get in my pants, you fucker,” Sunshine says bluntly, all while lifting her chin to give him better access. 

“Now, who said that?” he says at length. Swiss presses a kiss to her skin, smoothing his hand up and down her back. He inhales her scent again, ripe citrus and warm honey. “Fuck, baby, it’s been too long,”

She hums, coaxing him out from the crook of her neck. She holds the side of his face, smiling sweetly. “So dramatic,” she whispers before closing the distance to kiss him.

Swiss rumbles happily, tasting her slowly, softly. Though the sun is dipping below the horizon just beyond the hills outside, neither of them are in a rush. He cups her face in return, his fingers curving along her jaw. Not pulling or gripping. Just holding, caressing. 

Their lips meet and part, then meet again, over and over in chaste little touches that are paired with sighs and pleased chirps. An easy pace full of affection and mutual appreciation. 

“Missed havin’ you in my arms, bunny,” he mutters against her lips after what feels like ages. He gives her a tight squeeze, migrating back to her jawline.

“What, Rora didn’t keep you busy?” Sunny snorts without malice. 

Swiss huffs a laugh. “‘Course she did, that insatiable little thing.” He slips his hands down to her ass, kneading softly and pulling her as close as she can get. “But she’s not you, is she?”

Sunny hums. Rolls her hips against his very obvious bulge. “No, but I bet she looked real nice from the floor,” she grins.

He lets out a real laugh this time, pulling back to look at her. “Oh, you would know, wouldn’t you?” 

Sunny gets right back up in his face, nipping him on his kiss-swollen bottom lip. “What’s it to ya, Swissy?” she challenges.

He scoffs, eyebrows raising at her. “Oh, she wants to play games, does she?” he asks with a playful growl, bullying her onto her back. “Guess it’s time to bring out the big guns.”

Sunshine catches the glint in his eyes and the way his fingers twitch at his side as he straddles her. She narrows her eyes, realizing too late that she’s now trapped beneath him.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Swiss gives her his signature frightening smile, all teeth.  “Oh, wouldn’t I?”

It’s all the warning she gets before he descends on her, fingers fluttering along all her ticklish spots—the middle of her ribs, the crease of her hips, her armpits, the divots of her collarbone. She swats at him helplessly, caught between shrieking and laughing uncontrollably. He’s always too fast, dodging and dislodging her hands to go from one spot to the other, pinning her down with strong legs despite how hard she tries to buck him off. 

“Swis-suhhh,” she whines, gasping for breath. “Lucif—hah-have mercy.”

Swiss smirks, ceasing his torment. He puts his hands on his hips, grinning smugly at the ghoulette still pinned beneath him. “Mercy granted.”

She sucks in a deep lungful of air, groaning on the exhale and scrubbing her face with her hands. She tries to twist out from underneath his thighs, groaning louder when her pelvis grinds against his. Her face quickly blooms with a rosy hue as she peeks at him through her fingers. 

“Uh oh,” Swiss lilts. He rocks his hips against hers, chuckling when she lets out a breathy moan. “What’s this, bunny?”

She swallows, attempting to catch her breath. “You know what.”

“Every time,” he laughs to himself. He drops down onto his hands, tail whipping behind him as he boxes her in with a hungry gaze. Licking over his fangs as he admires the way her freckles stand out against her blush. 

“What will I do with you, sweetheart?”

Sunshine reaches up to grip the hem of his t-shirt, twisting it between her fingers and tugging slightly. She bites her lip. Looks up at him with her big, amber eyes. “Kiss me?” Her eyes drop down to his chest, exposed a little now with her pulling on his shirt. “Make me feel good. Please?”

Swiss trills and melts himself against her. Guiding her hands to wrap around his waist as he tucks his forearms under her head. He presses a kiss to her forehead and ruts against her, sighing into her curls and sinking further into her infernal warmth. 

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Swiss promises, dipping down to kiss her deeply. 

Where it was lazy before—chaste pecks and delicate touches—the pace is heated now: tongues exchanged, hands roaming, and hips rolled unabashedly against each other. Taking one another in like stifled flames no longer deprived of oxygen, drinking each other down like parched earth after a drought. Greedy, but relishing in it at the same time.

Sunshine claws at the back of his shirt, wriggling beneath him until she can wrap her legs around his hips. She groans when he slots between her legs, Swiss’ dick hot and hard against her own even through the layers of fabric between them. 

“Fuck,” she gasps against his lips. 

“Yeah,” he groans back. “So hard for me. Wanna get my hands around you.” 

Sunny nods, quick little movements of her head that rub her nose against his cheek. “Together,” she begs breathlessly. “Your dick against mine.”

Swiss groans louder, already pulling away from her to strip his clothes. “Fuck, that’s hot, bunny.”

The ghoulette all but yanks off her pants and underwear in one fell swoop, kicking them off and wrenching her crop top over her head simultaneously in an awkward flailing of limbs. She exhales triumphantly when she’s bare to the world, grinning up at Swiss with that crimson blush still on her cheeks and a cute leaking stiffy between her thighs. 

“Multi girl, you are something else,” Swiss says affectionately. With another shimmy of his hips he’s bare too, slinking back to lie side by side as before. He twines their legs together and pulls her right back into a hungry kiss, all tongue and fang. 

“Touch me,” she moans against his mouth. Pawing at his bicep until his hand moves from the curve of her back. 

Swiss wraps his hand around them both without further preamble, huffing a grunt as her length snuggles up to the underside of his. Likewise, she can’t contain her keening sigh as she bucks into his fist. Writhing atop the sheets and begging him sweetly in nonsensical syllables. 

“Just like that, baby,” he rumbles. He latches onto her neck, sucking a bruise into her heated skin. Warm tongue matching the pace of his hand. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

“Shit, Swiss,” Sunny whimpers. “So good—fuck—I love you so much.” 

“Love you so much, sweetheart,” he purrs into her skin. He tilts his head up, dipping his hand further down to brush against her tight little balls as he presses his lips against her ear. He smiles when she whines and gives her a squeeze. 

“Lemme show you how much I do.”

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Swiss hurt/comfort because I love him. So, so much. Featuring Dew being the absolute best.

It's a peculiar feeling, being the only multi ghoul in the Ministry. Sure, there are some who come close, like three-elemental hybrid Aurora, but Swiss remains, to this day, the only ghoul to detain control of all five elements. Well. "Control" might be a strong word.

He is good with fire, has always been drawn to this element specifically. Quickly started hanging out with the fire ghoul bunch after his summoning, feeling like he might fit in best with them. He is good, yes, but no more than that. Good. Average good. Nothing like the effortless and precise mastery of the element displayed by the fire ghouls.

Air comes relatively easily to Swiss. He has Cumulus and Cirrus to thank for that. Summoned at the same time as them, he remains very close to the girls, and spent countless afternoon practicing with them, learning how to weave breezes and gusts of wind, earning countless praises and kisses whenever he made progress. Still, Swiss has none of the girls' grace or range when it comes to manipulating their common element.

Surprisingly, he is quite good with quintessence as well. Quintessence, this mysterious, elusive element that's known to be so hard to control, somehow doesn't give Swiss as much troubles as he'd expected. In Aether's opinion, it might be that Swiss is so very curious of people, his mind craving connection, which would encourage the spark of quintessence within his grasp. But of course, because there always is a "but", Swiss is far from fully in control of it. He would never try what Aether successfully does to calm pain, soothe nerves or various other things.

When it comes to water...well. Swiss can, with a lot of focus, fuck around with weak currents, direct some droplets to splash someone in the face, or even, thanks to Rain's patient efforts, developpe small gills which allow him to breath semi-decently underneath the surface of the lake, but that's about it. Swiss, as much as he sometimes wishes he could, will never slink through the currents with the water ghouls' elegancy, silent and blending in so very well with their element.

Which leaves earth. Ah, earth. Swiss can feel it, the thrumming under his skin whenever he's surrounded by the element, in the forest guarding the Ministry's grounds or even Primo's beautiful rose garden. Yet Swiss can barely access to that power keeping itself just out of grasp, almost as if it was taunting him. No amount of time spent in the greenhouses helping Mountain, listening to his advice or copying his careful gestures can change that. But Swiss knows it's there, can feel it, and, on rare occasions, has his suspicions confirmed when flowers sprouts around his horns after being subjected to especially intense emotions.

So that is what Swiss is. Jack of all trades, master of none. And it gets to him, sometimes. He knows, realistically speaking, that people like him. That the Clergy sees him as a blessing, the Siblings are irresistibly drawn to him, that the ghouls are all over him. And yet, sometimes, he cannot help but feel like an outsider, a freak, something that shouldn't be, or at least shouldn't be that way.

It's often Dew who notices first when Swiss starts spiralling that way. Everyone always underestimates how perceptive and attentive to others the fire ghoul is, but Swiss has been on the receiving end of his quiet comfort enough times to know Dew cares, a lot. And somehow, when Swiss is overwhelmed by the objectively speaking irrationnal feeling of not belonging, Dew always manages to reassure him.

Maybe it's because the fire ghoul remembers his water days, when he struggled to connect with his element and felt like a disappointment, even with Mist always fiercely supporting him and expressing her pride in what Dew grew to become. In any case, he always find the words to appease Swiss, or, when words aren't what he needs, what to do to make him feel better.

A hand slipping in Swiss', an arm slung around his shoulders. A press of forehead against his, a cheeky kiss at the corner of his mouth. Sometimes, understanding that all Swiss needs is to be smothered with affection, Dew simply throws himself at the multi ghoul and wrestles him onto his back with surprising strenght before calling for a cuddle pile.

It's harder to feel like an outsider when your packmates are all purring and making happy noises on top of you.

[sageofthestarz]

Who's going to tie Swiss to a bed with a vibrator pressed right up against his pretty swollen pussy and make him cum over and over as punishment. All recorded and sent to Aether and Sunny back home ofc

[puppsworld]

Ifrit's surprised to find Alpha coming to settle beside him - though that doesn't stop him from huddling up under the bigger ghoul's shawl when he opens it in offer. They share warmth and comfort each other in peaceful silence, neither pushing for any awkward conversation. 'All will be well.'

A somber moment between packmates.

This is at the funeral for Alpha's kits that I mentioned in this post.

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Imagine Aurora and Mountain in the kitchen creating the cutest and most deadly edibles ever.

[sentientgolfball]

Cumulus not letting any of the boys cum in her. Not because she’s worried about getting pregnant but because the look on their faces when they pull out and see their spend dripping down her cunt instead of out turns her on way more than being filled.

[farter-imperator]

Sunshine hates clothes.

Have you ever seen a dog wear shoes? That's like Sunshine when she's made to wear clothes. It's completely a sensory thing for her.

They just... Even when they're baggy, she can feel them clinging to her skin, and she wants nothing more than go shuck them off and go prancing around the Ministry nude.

It's not uncommon to look out a window and see the Ghoulette chasing a deer across the grounds, on all fours, completely starkers, a manic grin on her face. She loves chasing deer.

Even on the tour bus, she's nude. Maybe a sports bra and some pyjama shorts and a pair of ankle socks if she's cold. When they stop over at gas stations, she just wears one of Aether's hoodies as a nightgown and a pair of Adidas slides.

The pack are used to it by now, and they don't mind, but it was quite an adjustment for the new summons.

[geasthewritingrat]

finally found a way of making chainmail keychains that i actually like the look of!!! for now i've only got era 4/5 ghouls done, but the rest will follow shortly!

from left to right, top to bottom; Phantom, Aether, Rain, Mountain, Cumulus, Cirrus, Swiss, Dewdrop, Aurora, Sunshine

closeups and matching sets under the cut! (i'll get better pictures soon, i just wanted to get these out in the world asap)

Mountain and Swiss;

Aurora and Phantom;

Cirrus and Cumulus;

Aether, Rain, and Dewdrop;

Sunshine;

[ghoultrifle]

it's mushy may time, bitches !! thank you @forlorn-crows for the prompt list and general organisation <33

prompt: cuteness aggression

relationship: sunny/swiss

word count: 750

summary: sunny sleep talks and swiss finds it unbearably sweet. it's very silly.

please be kind, i am not very practiced with writing anything that isn't porn. rbs are appreciated and will hopefully mean i do more than one single prompt in the whole month sdjhfskjfhk (feel free to play the game of 'what funky word did i learn today ?' eheheh)

read on ao3 or below the cut :))

“No you can’t delete the watermelon, it’s in the desk!” Sunny mumbles, her mouth partially blocked by the pillow she’s unceremoniously shoved under her.

Swiss awakes, ready to whack his love with said pillow. “Shine, it’s early, go annoy Mountain please?”

“The shoes can’t go in the wall, they’re too hot!”

A smile creeps onto Swiss’ face. It’s a uniquely vulnerable experience, being on the receiving end of a sleep talker. Sunny has no idea what her unconscious brain is feeding her- or perhaps vaguely catapulting towards her in the hopes that something will stick. Yet Swiss has the honour of being there for the barely-formed, mismatched set of words that leave her mouth. He knows they’ll giggle about it in the morning as they always do; Sunny attempting, to no avail, to connect Swiss’ feedback to her hazy memory of the dreams her brain concocted for her viewing pleasure. It never works; the nonsense she spouts seemingly untethered from reality altogether, plucked from a different plane of existence, perhaps one where footwear temperature is a real concern for its occupants.

Sunny continues to lie fast asleep, the tendrils of sleep latched onto the depths of her mind, keeping her peaceful while her brain whirs, stirring her thoughts but not her vessel. She’s sprawled out on the bed. Head to the side and mouth wide open, in what looks like an effort to chew the pillow. In reality it’s acting as less of a neck support and more of a drool-catcher as spit tumbles its way out and onto the floral design.

Swiss only looks on in admiration, the moonlight creating a shimmer in the puddle as it soaks into the fabric. His smile grows wider, fangs catching on his bottom lip. He likes to think Sunny’s body wouldn’t let her talk in her sleep if she didn’t on some subconscious level feel safe with him. It’s a testament to the bond they’ve created topside, inseparable since the day Sunshine was summoned; partners in crime, wizards of whimsy, goofy guys. All silly ways of saying ‘I love you’, which is exactly what Swiss wants to shout from the rooftops.

“It’s not my fault you flew into the glove,” she snarls.

“Is too! You had the map, sunflower,” Swiss tuts under his breath playfully. He’s careful not to wake her when she’s like this but he can’t help joining in on the shenanigans once in a while. He’s imagining a tunnel, for fighter jets- or perhaps drones would be more suited to his skillset- it’s got one entrance and five exits, each one representing a finger on a glove. In his on-behalf-of-Sunny-dream, he’s in control while Sunny’s frantically trying to unfold a comically large map that supposedly holds the secrets to navigating The Glove. He’s asking her where to go but the map is unfolding ad infinitum and before they know it he’s flying through a finger hole (the middle one of course) lest they crash into the purlicue (The webbing between your thumb and forefinger, Swiss, how do you not know that? He thinks back to Aether and his endless list of things you didn’t know had names).

Jolting out of his trance, Swiss realises he may not have been as awake as he thought during his own dream-like sequence. He leans into his weary state, the dumb smile on his face returning. As he shifts on bed, carefully trying to manoeuvre his mate’s hand, Sunny decides she has other plans. A small hand with not-so-small claws abruptly finds itself on Swiss’ face, nipping him ever so slightly.

“I really love him, Lus, he’s always there for me,” she whispers, and Swiss can’t take it anymore. His internal jar of love is spilling over and his nervous system is screaming at him to let some out. So he does what any normal person does and bites Sunny, in the little nook that’s just the right size for him to gently sink his teeth in. 

“It’s a purlicue!” He mocks in a hushed tone, as best he can with Sunny between his teeth, hoping his wave of quintessence is strong enough to puncture Aether’s sweet dreams with a million images of weird hand parts.

In the morning Sunny will admit to Swiss that she did remember the dream where she was talking to Cumulus. She’ll leave it there though because she doesn’t have the heart to tell him it was actually about a sentient grocery bag that followed her around to carry her shopping.

[imsatu]

i kinda got over the mental block and finally wrote my thoughts about the ghouls past lives! i did the more recent ghouls, but if anyone is interested, i could come up with the older ghouls too

CW for death mentions, also the way i imagine them is not tied to the unmasked musicians in any way. these are not definitive or anything, just based on vibes

again, i think all ghouls did something related to music when they were alive, especially something related to their instruments, and that's why they got chosen also, they forget who they were when they were alive, but they can remember, like recovering from amnesia and getting your memories back

so, here are my thoughts on Swiss, Rain, Mountain, Sunny, Dew and Cirrus, i was extra inspired today so these are a bit longer and more detailed, which means they are a bit sadder

also!!! some of these deaths are more realistic, so proceed with caution if you need it

Swiss: he lived during the 1800s in the middle of the usa, born into a family of farmers. he grew up as a cowboy, and lived a normal, happy life, taking care of cattles and taming horses, at which he was remarkably good at, creating a business selling and training the animals to help his family thrive. whenever he wasn’t too busy with his animals, he loved to go to the local saloon and play music with his friends, earning a reputation of being extremely versatile with the instruments. he was given a particularly difficult horse, that had caused problems with many others and turned away for that reason, but swiss, being stubborn, declared he could tame it. it all seemed to be going well, until the horse got scared for nobody knows what reason, and ended up throwing swiss off his back, landing directly on his head. he spent a few days in coma, before he finally passed.  after being summoned as a ghoul, he still feels a deep love for the animals, though he sometimes is a bit intimidated by the bigger ones.

Rain: he was born in the last quarter of the 1800s in some country of europe, with a rare disease doctors couldn't diagnose. it made it very difficult for him to breathe normally, so he wasn’t able to carry on with a normal life. he was bound to a wheelchair, and the few things he was allowed to do included playing music and being pushed around the pond his house had been built near to. he received at-home classes, but wasn’t able to enroll in college, even though he would’ve wanted to study something. his parents took him on many trips doctors said could’ve been beneficial for his health, and some seemed to help, if not his lungs, at least his mood shifted for the better. despite his poor health, he defied the initial estimated lifespan doctors gave him, and lived until well into his mid twenties. after a few days of being especially sick, he succumbed to his illness, surrounded by a loving family. being summoned as a ghoul didn’t cure his disease, but his new body gave him ways to be able to breathe better and do all the things he never thought he could, even if he doesn’t remember his past life.

Mountain: he lived during the 1700s in europe. he was born in eastern europe into an upper class family. his curiosity about nature was apparent, as he seemed to prefer staring at plants and trees for hours instead of talking to other people. his parents, instead of chastising him for it, decided that it was best to employ his curiosity into something useful, so they sent him to england to study as a botanist. away from his parents control, he could explore himself more, which ended in finding a deep love for music. he found relaxing and amusing to try and tap his hands to the rhythm of the music, creating beats and most times, going crazy and using anything he found as percussion instruments, since he never learned to play any. he walked home from class, stopping to admire the flowers, when he found a clump of mushrooms he had learned about recently. the professor had taught them they were tasty, so he decided to pick some of them up to eat later. he washed them properly and cooked them, but he didn’t realize the signs that yelled at him to stop right on his tracks. he was found a few days later, still sitting at the table with a few pieces of the deadly mushrooms on his plate. he doesn’t remember his life prior to being summoned, not that he cares that much. he does assume he had something to do with plants, as he sometimes recalls facts that he swears he has never learned, specially about mushrooms.

Sunny: she was born in the north of the united states during the 1910s, into a regular family. she developed a happy personality and a love for singing and dancing. her parents were very supportive of her, and early on in her life decided to encourage her musical side, in exchange for good grades, which of course she complied with. she lived an ordinary life, graduating from college and getting a stable job pretty soon, balancing it with her music. everyone who met her quickly loved her bubbly personality, her being someone who you could expect to be always smiling. she met a man at work and didn’t take long until they started pursuing a serious, romantic relationship.  she decided to introduce him to her family, where they had a bit too much to drink, but left anyways as both had work the next day. sunny said goodbye to her parents with her iconic, bright smile, and she and her boyfriend got into the car, him in the driver seat. maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the rain, maybe the man could’ve done something else. a few miles away from home, he lost control of the car, drifted out of the road and spinned in the air, to finally crash against a tree. sunny lost consciousness instantly, and bled out in the copilot seat as her boyfriend groaned in pain at her side. after being summoned for her new life, her most distinctive feature was still her bubbliness, which didn’t budge even after finding an article about the accident, in which she found that her boyfriend survived, but her loving family was left destroyed and heartbroken by her passing.

Dew: he was born during the first half of the 1600s, in sweden. he came from a large family, which was depleted by the wars the country fought in his lifetime. he was exempt from enlisting, due to poor health, unlike his many brothers, who were all killed at war, as did his father. he was left behind with his mother, taking care of the fields and of the old woman. she forgot what happiness was after enduring so many losses, almost becoming a statue, hollow of the loving and caring woman that had raised dew. still, he made sure that she was as comfortable as possible, and well taken care of. she was the one that planted in him the love for music he felt, he remembered growing up in a warm home filled with music, as it was the only thing that could muffle the rumbling of their hungry stomachs. in spite of all the difficulties, his mother made it a home, and loved dew not in spite of, but with all his health issues. one cold, spring day, he went to the river as usual to get some water for cooking. the mornings were finally getting warmer, and the snow was starting to melt. he made a small hole to dunk his bucket in, but when he heard the big crack he was already under the glacial water. below the thinning ice, the river ran rampant and quickly dragged him where he could not get out. his last thoughts were about his mother, who he left alone and unsupervised. when he got summoned as a ghoul he didn’t remember who he had been, but he still could feel the disgust and anguish whenever something relating to his (first) element was expected of him. obviously, he was more than glad to to the element change, and leave behind the water and the cold, to be taken over by the fire and the warmth.

Cirrus: she lived during the 60s in england, and was part of the hippie subculture of the decade. she came from an extremely religious family, and early on in her teenage years she developed into a rebellious girl, she frequently sneaked out at nights to visit clubs and quickly discovered her passion for music. she learned how to play the keyboards, and did shows with friends. when her parents found out about what she did, they kicked her out of the house, but it wasn’t a big deal for her as she had earned some money, and her friends helped her out. it didn’t take long until she started doing very well for herself, finding a home and getting a stable job related to her passion, she was finally happy and felt free.  she was in her early thirties when the first symptoms showed up, at first she didn’t take them too seriously, but after her health rapidly started to deteriorate, and her after roommates insisted, she went to the hospital, where she was admitted and dozens of tests started, tests that would sooner than later prove useless, as the mysterious disease took her life in less than a week. since being summoned as a ghoulette, she has been able to remember her life, which she regretted deeply after learning about the fate of her friends and parents, who had tried to reach her to make peace after her death, not knowing she had passed.

[ghcstcd]

Dewdrop "this better not awaken anything in me" moment at the bar, human glamour up, getting mistaken as a girl from behind by one of the other ghouls looking for him.

[syringesyrup]

me in hell : WHAT LEVEL THE LESBIANS ON 🧐⁉️

[wanderlandjournal]

summer evenings in the Alps

[irrelevantend]

GHOUL TAILS!!!

Explanations and purposes for each tail:

Fire tails can ignite the sharp tail at will, charcoal by the base sheds sometimes. Like Charmander by choice.

Water fins can fold down whenever not in use. The tail absorbs water and can sweat it out whenever needed for a quick cool off, like a giant popsicle.

The void energy coming off quintessence tails isn’t harmful. Looking through the eye shaped hole at the end allows you to see things that were not there before.

Earth tails shed, bark and leaves fall off often. The stronger shape of the tail allows the metal spade at the end to be used like an actual shovel.

Air tails have aerodynamic fins, and the lightest of all of them. They can become invisible when needed, and help for switching directions mid air.

Multi tails can shed and grow whichever element is being used, mimicking the tail of another element before the skin peels away when it’s not in use. This process is very quick and witnesses were not grossed out.

[denimpera]

astrum

a/n: for @cirrus-ghoulette, as a prompt fill from this list. thank you to bun for beta-ing, as well! this takes place in their infirmary dew HC, which i adore.

relationship: none / dew/cumulus if you squint

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff

summary: cumulus puts some washi tape on dew's new IV.

word count: 1k

rating: G

“I know it itches, but you have to stop messing with it.”

Cumulus finishes stacking the bandaids in Dew's first aid kit and crosses her arms, giving the smaller ghoul a stern look.

He crosses his arms in reply and pouts, giving his hand and IV a break from the constant picking and scratching he's been doing since it was put in that morning. Cumulus sighs, closing the lid on the kit and placing it back into the small bag on the back of dew's wheelchair. She knows the constant dismissal must be getting on his nerves, but Dew has a reputation for pulling out his IVs.

“Look,” She starts, reaching into the box that was beside the first aid kit on the overbed table, pulling out a roll of brightly coloured washi tape. “How about we put some tape on it? Would that help?”

Dew lets his gaze drift from the pale curtains to the tape, face softening a fraction. Dew knows that she knows the tape is a soft spot for him, it always has been. It's usually applied by an overeager Stratus in her flurry of placing stickers onto every available inch of Dew's skin, stars and hearts on his knuckles with a pastel fruit design meticulously taped over the white and clear of the IV's own tape.

‘Lus grins and wiggles the tape between her fingers, cocking her brow, offering a playful tilt to her head as dew stares at the tape and hesitates. Her smile softens, and she makes a show of digging through the box again, humming and sticking her tongue between her teeth in faux-concentration before pulling out an almost empty roll of tape. It's a gradient of deep red to wine purple with white constellations, patterned with stars and moons. It's Dew's favourite, evidently, gifted to him by Swiss almost a year ago.

Swiss had presented it with an uncharacteristic shyness, tongue pressed to his cheek as Dew's eyes lit up and he started crying. Swiss, the loveable idiot, had immediately assumed he hated it and had made to take it back with frantic anxiety, the scent of sulphur stinging Dew's nose as he cried and clinged to the tape; assuring Swiss he loved it, cherished it, those were happy tears.

It's his go-to tape for when he feels too overwhelmed in his own skin, wants the tubes and needles and drips to disappear. It reminds him that he's not alone, he has a mate and a pack and a Papa that love him and will always love him.

Dew smiles when he sees it, huffing a sigh purely for show and sits up from his slump against the back of his bed. ‘Lus smiles at him so serenely that he has to avert his eyes to his own fidgeting hands, twisting wrinkles into the blanket. Cumulus pulls over one of the bedside visiting chairs, waiting for Dew to hold his hand out so she can get started on the tape.

He does, folding his other arm across his middle as ‘Lus measures out the lengths she'll need. He leans down a little as Cumulus rips each length of tape, wanting to see as much as he can without getting his head in the way. He holds still as she places the tape, corners overlapping, covering up the edges of the clear tape already stuck to Dew's hand. He tries not to flinch when ‘Lus runs a finger over the lengths of tape, making sure they're stuck down without any air bubbles. He tries not to think about how bony and cold his hand is, how uncomfortable Cumulus must be when she has to touch him.

She smooths down the last piece of tape before pressing a kiss to the back of Dew's hand, over his knuckles. Dew curls into himself.

“There we go,” ‘Lus pats the back of his hand gently, admiring her work. “All done!” She smiles, setting her hands in her lap.

Dew nods and swallows, lifting his hand to observe the curve of the patterned tape over the railway-like bones in the back of his hand. He smiles at it softly, tracing over the tape and flicking his eyes up to Cumulus. “Thank you, Lulu.”

‘Lus beams at him, all teeth and dimples as she holds her hands to her chest. “Of course, dewbug. Do you feel any better?”

Dew nods softly, turning on his side to face Cumulus.

“Yeah, tons.” he says earnestly, pulling his knees and hands to his chest along with the blanket; pulling it under his chin. Cumulus reaches up a hand to tuck a piece of Dew's hair behind his ear, still grinning at him, her love for him evident in her warm gaze. Dew's unable to shove down a yawn, it sneaking up on him before he can even think about it. He gives an apologetic, halfhearted laugh at the look of surprise on Cumulus' face before she smiles at him sweetly.

She stands, tucking the blanket up further around Dew as he squints up at her. She pats down the blanket, leaning down to press a kiss to Dew's forehead. He closes his eyes, breathing in her sweet lavender and honey scent, opening his eyes again when she cups his cheek with a warm hand. “Get some sleep, Dew.”

“But-”

“Uh, no buts.” She tuts, “Sleep. Omega will be here in a few hours to give you your feed, take a nap, Dew.”

Dew sighs, letting his head lean heavily into the pillow. He pouts, but closes his eyes again. Lus gives him another kiss, patting his cheek twice before flitting about the room to gather up her yarn, needles and sticker sheets. He opens his eyes when he hears the door open, met with the sight of Cumulus softly smiling at him while she adjusts her shoulder bag. “Love you, honeydew. Sleep well.”

“Love you, Lulu.” He slurs, closing his eyes.

He waits until the door has closed to tuck his head under the blanket, watching his bony finger drag slowly over the tape adorning his even bonier hand until he nods off, woken up hours later by Omega for his night feed.

[learnedfromthepizzaman]

Interlaken, Switzerland