#transmasc dewdrop has my whole heart

[spoiledleaff]

god-fucking-damnit, every time i hear someone talking about dewdrop switching to the stratocaster electric guitar????

dew’s strat—?????

i always fucking hear dew’s strap, and i fUCK—

[spoiledleaff]

little snippet of that t4t copiadew fic I’ve been writing that’s becoming way more wholesome then I intended and also my inner copia simp is showing with this I’m sorry— <;33

This whole situation started plaguing Dewdrop — in all the best ways, of course — about three months ago. The fire’s sin thought it strange how both Swiss and even Mountain, the traitorous bastard, would often refer to some of Dewdrop’s stranger habits as insect-like in nature. But now, he thinks, he understands where these analogies might be coming from. Here, in this exact moment, watching Copia prepare his needles, his materials, his medicine, his bare-ass delectable looking graspable goddamn delicious meaty fucking thighs— Well, Dewdrop very suddenly feels like an unsuspecting ant marching right towards that bright, warm sunbeam that seems innocent enough, and definitely not his sweet demise.

(Dewdrop idly realizes that without fail, he always walks into Copia’s bedchambers; fully aware of his beautiful demise waiting just behind the old mahogany doors. But, watching Copia roll the already short pant of his boxers up towards the crease of his crotch, more and more and more of his unholy skin being revealed with the scandalous energy of a Victorian woman revealing the slightest lick of her ankle, Dewdrop thinks, ‘what a fucking way to go’.)

“You still insist on being present for this, eh? Even though you have seen me dozens of time before.” Copia chuckles, drawing the thick liquid out of its container with a carefully prepared needle.

“You still insist on inviting me.” Dewdrop shrugged, adjusting in his insisted upon — rightful and deserved — place on the lush carpeted floor just before Copia’s feet.These aren’t accusations by any means, but there was always Dewdrop’s intimate familiarity with masking his own excitement with venomous words that held no malice at all; just adoration for the man above him, and sheer happiness at his permanent reservation by Copia’s side for times like these.

[spoiledleaff]

another snippet of my t4t dewdrop+Copia fic because I’m *gasp* almost done with it!!!!!

TW : very brief mention of needles! it’s the aftermath of a testosterone injection session :)

It was over as quickly as it began, and Copia was carefully pulling the sharp back out of his skin, promptly disposing of it in the homemade sharps container. The fire ghoul practically threw himself towards Copia’s opposite leg from where he was huddled against its twin, his dark claws quickly finding their way towards the stinging area of the injection site, and eagerly massaged at the area with heavy hands. It took a long moment to recognize that Copia was laughing — at him. Rude — but Dewdrop didn’t have the brain cells to care at this moment. His normally slitted pupils were visibly blown as his cold eyes stared right at the slightly leaking site on Copia’s thigh. The medicine never dribbled down the man’s thigh, it only ever bubbled to the surface of the site, looking tantalizing in its stillness, and suddenly Dewdrop’s lips were blisteringly dry—

“Please do not lick my medicinal wound, Dewdrop.” Copia chuckled, teasing mirth so clearly twinkling in his youthful eye. “It is a medicine meant to be injected, not ingested, my little ghoul.”

Dewdrop huffed, his massaging hands pausing to pull the meat of the Antipope’s thigh taut so Copia could quickly administer a cutesy little bandaid. It had little flowers and rays of smiling sunshine overtop a bright pastel background; a gift from Rain and Sunshine. It was cute, Dewdrop has a similar box of cute band aids in his bathroom cabinet. Althoug his was a gag gift from Swiss, and he would rather be caught dead with his fucking pants down before revealing that he adores the cute little plasters, and often times uses them for little knicks and swipes.

[spoiledleaff]

like listen, i know i’m a big sucker for gender-fluid ghouls who can change their appearances and genitals all willynilly because god can shove his gender norms where the sun doesn’t shine—

but as a transmasc little shit with zero healthy coping mechanisms and a hyperfixation, transmasc dewdrop is very personal to me ;;;