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alwaysjustmina · 3 months

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Whispers of Rain

Chapter 11: Up like the moon and out like the hounds

Commissioned art by @kamonart

Thank you to @papaslittlesunshine for betaing and @midnight-moth for listening to my depraved raindrop thoughts, as always!

Story can be read below the cut or on Ao3

If you like it, I'd love a reblog or likes. Always appreciated!

Dew quickly vacated Eidolon’s lap, his lips still wet with their kiss and stood on shaky legs to turn around. He felt Eidolon reach out to steady him as he too stood, placing his hand on the small of his back. Dew relished the feeling of his calm nature as he looked at Rain.

Rain.

Rain with his little smile on his face, his eyebrows pinched together, tears in his eyes.

Rain.

Rain was trying to ignore the fact that Dew was just on someone else’s lap, kissing someone else. His heart broke at the sight of them. It was his job to reach out and steady Dew, his job to bring him comfort. He swallowed those feelings down as he took a step towards Dew. His hands reaching out in front of him asking, needing to feel him close.

Dew could feel the tremor run through Eidolon’s hand on his back, the small growl in his throat at seeing Rain approaching. He reached behind him and grabbed his hand in a small squeeze, before letting go and putting his feet in motion to bring him closer to Rain.

When they met in the middle of the room, they didn’t immediately touch, instead taking a moment to look at the other as tears streamed down their faces. Dew reached out first, putting his arms around Rain, bringing him flush to his body. Rain’s arms quickly went around his back with the intention of never letting him go again. Rain’s body was racked with sobs as held onto Dewdrop, his tears wet on Dew’s shoulders.

“I am so sorry,” Rain whispered quietly into his ear, a statement just for the two of them.

When Dew choked out and asked why, he continued, “I tried to be here sooner, I tried so hard, but they wouldn't let me, I thought about you everyday, everyday.”

Dew pulled back and looked into Rain’s eyes, the torture these months had wroth, evident on his face. He wondered what Rain had faced topside.

“I missed you so much, Otter.”

They collapsed against each other again, just breathing in the other's scent, listening to their heartbeats sync together once more.

Eidolon watched Rain and Dew, trying to not let his face show the disappointment of being interrupted and be happy for Dew, he knew how much he missed Rain. He could see why he loved him, not just his looks, he was beautiful like Dewdrop, but also he could see how much Rain loved Dew. His emotions were written all over his face. He wondered how they hid their feelings from Ifrit, anyone with eyes could see they were meant for eachother. Eidolon quietly grieved what he knew he wouldn’t have with Dew.

So invested in his thoughts on Rain and Dew he missed when the other ghoul made his way to his side, and was looking him up and down. He turned to address him, introducing himself, when the other ghoul quickly pulled him into a giant bear hug, crushing him to his chest.

“He-Hello?” He tried to squeak out between breaths he was able to take.

“Phantom, he told me he let you go back to our village, why are you still here?” Aether pulled away from the hug, grabbing Eidolon’s face in his hands, turning it every which way, looking for what? He didn’t know.

“You may have me confused with someone else.”

“Phantom, stop joking around.”

Eidolon pushed himself back from the ghoul, his hands on his chest, pushing him away from his body. “I don’t know who Phantom is, my name is Eidolon.”

Aether tried to grab his arm again to pull him closer to his body, but Eidolon was having none of that. He quickly moved to the other side of the tent, his fleeing body grabbing Dew’s attention as he moved.

“Eidolon?” Dew inquired as he moved out of Rain’s arms, but not letting his hand go, their fingers intertwined, smiling to himself when he felt the ring he gave Rain still on his fingers.

Aether moved to approach Eidolon once again, but was quickly shut off in his pursuit by Dew, who placed his hand not attached to Rain up to ward him off, before he moved to stand closer to Eidolon, dragging Rain along with him.

“What’s wrong?”

“He keeps calling me Phantom, I don’t know who he is, Dew.”

Dew quickly turned his head to look at Aether, and mouthed, Phantom, while Aether quickly nodded his head.

“How?” Dew knew Aether had a brother, knew his name was Phantom, but nothing beyond that. The way Aether talked about him he was a lot younger, Dew thought he was still a kit from how he was described.

“I haven’t seen him in so long, but it is him for sure. The fact that Ifrit is calling him Eidolon makes sense too, that is his given name, Phantom was just a nickname I called him.”

“Why don’t I remember you?” Eidolon asked from behind Dewdrop.

“I don’t know, love, but I promise you are him, you are my baby brother.”

Brother? Was this person the embodiment of the family he couldn’t remember? He looked nothing like himself, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.

Dew saw that Eidolon was reeling from this information, he wanted to reach out and hold him close to tell him it would all be ok. Shower him in the same comfort he always provided for Dewdrop, but the grasp on his hand pulled him back from those feelings before he acted on them. He was torn between not wanting to hurt either of the ghouls next to him. He cared, loved them both. How did this get so messed up?

Rain spoke up from his side pressed up against Dew, “Maybe we should all introduce ourselves?”

“Yes! Eidolon, this is Rain,” motioning to his side, “And this is Aether, Aether, Rain, this is Eidolon.”

Rain offered his hand not attached to Dew to Eidolon, “Eidolon, nice to meet you.”

Eidolon took the offered hand, looking up into Rain’s eyes, the kind smile he offered, Eidolon couldn’t stop himself from smiling back at him. He could feel the warmth in Rain’s hand spread up his arm, taking the chill of the last few moments away. He wondered if it would be weird if he held his hand for awhile. Probably.

He silently turned from Rain to look back at Aether. So this was Aether, the one he was drawn to the story of with his quintessence, was it because he was family, was it because he had the same magic. Like he stated they looked nothing alike, Aether was taller, with a stocky build, his broad shoulders, leading to muscled arms and strong hands that were now gripping his. His hand encompassed Eidolon’s, it was so large, his hand disappeared inside of his much larger one. When he looked at his face, he could see he had similar eyes, if not Aether’s a little darker purple. His hair was lighter, almost more of a brown, as opposed to his own dark tresses. He had a small pensive smile on his lips, and Eidolon knew he just wanted to pull him back into his arms again. He offered a nod of his head and a smile back, which had to be enough for right now.

“How did you even get here?” Dew asked quietly, trying not to add more tension to this already tense moment.

“It is a very long story, which we probably should hold off on for right now and get you two out of here.”

Now that they had their initial meeting they all could recognize the dangerous situation they were in. Rain wouldn’t be able to stop the pounding “thump, thump” of his heart again until he had Dew away from Ifrit, he could see the toll these months had on him. Dew was terrified now that Rain was back in his arms, that Ifrit would finish the job he started and as much as he cherished having Rain there with him again, he wouldn’t be the one to cause his death. If Ifrit touched him, he’d have to go through Dew and they would depart this land together, when he looked at Eidolon, he had the same urge to protect him as well. This was going to get messy if he didn’t figure this out soon.

Aether handed them both cloaks to pull over their clothes, they were in a stark white to show they were part of the attendant staff. He had failed to see the ones that both Rain and Aether had on and pulled back off of their heads. They all quickly donned their cloaks and covered their heads, keeping their heads down, ready to move before Rain whispered to him.

“I am not letting you go again, stay close to me.”

Dew could hear the tremble in his words, he reached out one last time before they stepped out of the tent to grab his hand before pulling it up to his mouth and placing a kiss on his palm. He could hear Rain’s small sigh of happiness before he quieted it back down and left the tent first, Dew right on his heels with Eidolon right behind him and Aether bringing up the rear, surrounding the weaker two from months (or in Eidolon’s case, years) of torture.

As they made their way swiftly between the tents, Dew could hear the moaning from within, the cracks of whips as they sliced through the air, the grunts of pain that followed the snap as it hit flesh, over and over again. He had to remind himself that Rain was in front of him and that he had to stay strong and focused, not get distracted by the inflections of pain going on around him. He knew there were probably so many people in the same situation he was in, but his only job today was to make sure Rain and Eidolon made it out of this compound. Aether could handle himself, he was sure and Dew, himself, didn’t matter, they could kill him to make sure the other two got free. They would always sacrifice themselves for the other, if they could stop trying to not inflect unhappiness on the other, maybe they could then be truly happy and free.

For the most part everyone ignored the four figures moving silently through the grounds, as they got closer to the exit, security picked up a little though and they had to carefully plan their moves. The first checkpoint to exit had Rain offering papers to the guard, mumbling quietly that they were tasked with getting more wine from the local warehouse. Dew waited with baited breath as the guard checked the paperwork and looked them over before waving them through the gate. Dew let out his breath in a huge rush, as Rain chanced a quick look back at him from the front making sure he was ok. He just nodded and they continued.

The next two gates went much the same, they had one more gate to get through and get to the vehicle Rain and Aether had secreted away nearby. This gate would be the hardest. Rain and Aether were prepared for it, they knew from friends that the guards were all tasked with making sure both Dewdrop and Eidolon stayed on the grounds since they were out of Ifrit’s sight for most of the day. Anyone who was found to have let them past, would be dealt with. Swiftly and deadly, so it behooved them to do their job well, paying attention to the smallest detail.

When they approached the last guard, Rain again handed him the papers. The guard asking more indpeth questions than the prior three before asking Rain to remove his hood, which he did without hesitation. When he moved down the line to ask Dew to remove his hood and ask him some question, Rain quickly spoke up and said both him and the next person were mute and unable to answer, but he nodded at Dew and Eidolon to remove their hoods. Hesitantly Dew pulled his back, ready for the alarm to sound, but all the guard did was take a quick look before telling them they could pull their hoods back up. When he got to Aether, he saw he handed him back the papers and took a small envelope back from him at the exchange. He waved them through the gate, making eye contact with Rain and Aether once more before turning back to his task and nodding for the next group to approach.

As they moved through the fields in a light jog, rushing to get to the car, Rain took Dew’s hand in his pulling him along, telling him it wasn’t much further. When he stumbled, he put his arm around Dew’s waist to help him along. The further they ran, the more Dew could feel his energy depleting, it had been so long since he was able to move like this, it was to be expected. The third time he stumbled, Rain looked back at Aether, who came forward quickly, crouching in front of the duo and telling Dew to climb on. Dew looked at him increndulously, he was not going to let him carry him. When Aether asked if he would rather they get caught, then accept help, he shut his mouth and climbed on. Rain fell in step behind them, making sure Eidolon was ok as they continued their trek.

In about another mile they made it to the car, Aether letting Dew down and putting him in the back seat, Rain quickly took the seat beside him after helping Eidolon in the passenger seat as Aether took the wheel. The silence in the car was thick as the car was put in motion. After many minutes of tense quiet Dew could visibly see Rain and Aether calm down and relax. They must have been far enough away from immediate danger.

“Where are we going?” Dew asked from the backseat.

“Somewhere safe until we can secure passage back to the surface.”

Somewhere safe turned out to be a few hours away at a friends house, someone Rain knew from his village. Somewhere Ifrit wouldn’t think to look. The friend had many acres of land around a large lake, thick forrest surrounding them. Dew learned the friend wasn’t there and wasn’t expected back for a few days, giving them the privacy to regroup and reconnect. When Rain asked him where he wanted to sleep, Dew knew Rain was asking if he wanted him in the same room to sleep in. Eidolon was a room down, with Aether across the hall, Dew told Rain the first room was fine for them.

He could feel the bone deep tiredness that was rapidly making his way across his body, he knew that him and Rain had to talk, but they both knew that tonight was not the time for a conversation. Rain watched Dew as he pulled back the covers on his side of the bed before getting in. Dew had gone to the bathroom connected to the room to change out of his other clothes into an offered sleep pants and t-shirt. Opting not to let Rain see the bruises and bites on his body, he didn’t miss Rain’s eyes tracking him across the room. Rain followed his lead, changing in the bathroom before crawling under the covers next to Dew’s warm body, he didn’t know if he should reach out and hold him, if Dew would want that or not. He laid facing Dew watching his chest rise and fall, rather than looking at him in the face.

Timidly, he whispered out, “Can I hold you?”

He saw the flash of pain pass across Dew’s eyes before he nodded. Rain put his arm out along the pillow, showing Dew it was up to him what he allowed. Dew rolled over, his back facing Rain as he pushed his body into his side. Rain could feel his rapid heartbeat through his back, he ran his hand along his hair. He watched as Dew’s breathing got shallower and shallower, his heartbeat never slowing down though. Rain couldn’t sleep at first, he had the constant thought of, how much did Ifrit hurt him? How much did he break him? Will he ever be the same? Rain cried silent tears for what he knew him and Dew had already lost.

#rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #phantom ghoul #Eidolon ghoul #raindrop #whispers of rain #chapter fic #ao3 #rain ghost #dewdrop ghost #ghost band fanfic #ghost band #fan fiction #mina writes

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struungout · 1 year

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Ken finally has a proper wig and I can take pictures of him! I also will likely be sending his jointed hands over to trilliumbox in the future to get dyed to match his body. Gotta pay some doll shit off first though before I splurge more on doll projects. xD;

Ken with his old wig vs. new wig. Amazing what a difference something so simple makes.

#ball jointed doll #bjd hybrid #legit bjd #tokyo ghoul #ken kaneki #migidoll #migidoll jina #asleep eidolon body #my doll: ken kaneki #my camspam

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leahsfiction · 9 months

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i find word-by-word glosses of classical chinese poetry to be incredibly useful sometimes as a learning aid:[1] to indicate a proper noun,[2] an archaic meaning, a literary device, or linguistic feature not immediately obvious in a poetic translation. also in the case of regulated verse, it's a great visual way to appreciate the technical beauties of parallelism.

however i don't usually write & post them, for a few reasons:

it's extremely easy for them to look like "broken" english -- something i'm sensitive to as a second-gen [diaspora/person of hyphenated experience/etc.]. like i grew up in an area that was like 40% asian and still managed to hear "me love you long time", random gibberish syllables, etc.

that aside. there's a tradition of western readers of classical chinese poetry coming away with all sorts of overgeneralizations about how each character is a world unto itself, etc., etc., how the poet is not present in the poem because they never use the word "I",[3] etc.

also, they look like a "bridge" or intermediate step in the translation process when that is not the case for me.[4] creating a word-by-word gloss is kinda an entire translation process of its own, with different objectives & priorities!

so yeah! my (extremely amateur) translations are trying to be poetic more than scholarly translations, but at the same time i yearn for people to engage with them as translations and talk to me about the process (which i am terminally lazy about writing up). word-level glosses would probably help, but those are my reasons for not writing them.

my fav resources for learning classical chinese poetry as a beginner both make extensive use of individual word glosses: the East Asia Student blog and How to Read Chinese Poetry: A Guided Anthology, ed. Zong-qi Cai

a lot of times, with brevity being prized in classical chinese, names (and thus entire careers, moral lessons, eidolons) get abbreviated to a single character

obviously there are lots of instances of ancient poets using the word "I" or referring to themselves in general, but also. just in my limited experience. SO many poems are autobiographical or have a specific voice???

i do rely heavily on dictionaries and annotations, but also on my accumulated experience with reading and discussing poetry, my knowledge of the language, my personal tastes/interpretations/goals/mood when it comes to composing a specific translation... you know, things that are less tangible & easy to point to. most of the time i don't know exactly why i've made a specific choice until @/garden-ghoul asks me about it.

#translation #tlblogging #xposted from cohost - i hope the tumblr markdown processor doesn't mangle this too much

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crumblita · 4 months

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SHY GHOST NPT ??? PLS AND THANKIES /nh

shy ghost id pack

names : shy( esse / ette / ine ) , ghost( elle / esse / ie / y ) , ghoul( ita / ette / esse / ine ) , casper , boo( elle / esse / lita ) , eidolon , soul( ine ) , spirit , eisa , haunt( elle / oille / ie / y ) , blanc( he / hette ) , veil , lili( th ) , specter / spectre , fantasma , espíritu , timid( o / a ) , fantôme , esprit , eulalia

pronouns : shy / shys , shy / hyr , ti / timid , timid / timids , gho / ghost , ghost / ghosts , soul / souls , spi / spirit , spirit / spirits , haunt / haunts , avoid / avoids , fear / fears , grave / graves , tomb / tombs , dead / deads , undead / undeads , flo / float , float / floats

hai ghost ,, i hope these are okay , didn ‘ t do titles since i cannot do them for the life of me ,,, also i ‘ ll finish ur gift soon i promise i haven ‘ t forgotten

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crewelintentions-if · 2 years

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CREWEL INTENTIONS

Demo Updated 10/16/2022

An 18+ Modern Fantasy Dramady IF by René Rosé.

|| DEMO || TAGS || FAQ || MISC. || KO-FI

"Tell me, what pattern did the Weave craft for you?”

You were an eidolon of Plathis—a true Bon Vivant of business and magic. You were heralded as the second-most influential karcist in the cosmopolitan city of Madras. The Weave had given you everything you needed to succeed in this world, including a pattern of great magical prowess belonging to an elder titan, Mors.

Anybody, everybody, and even nobodies adored you.

And then, the Weave severed itself from you a day after the New Year. The power of your pattern had been so great it began to consume itself. It began to destroy you. With your diagnosis revealed, your cennend sent you to an arcane rehabilitation center. Your friends were silent, and your siblings distant.

For six months, Madras moved on without you. New secrets and alliances have formed. But you were an eidolon. So how do you intend to take back your city, Skipper?

Customize your Skipper. Customization will include Pronouns, Appearance, Persona, and Demeanor.

Skipper's Appearance options will be limited due to narrative reasons.

Skipper's Persona reflects your dominant personality traits. There will be 3 options (blue, purple, and red) that passively reflect trends in your gameplay and change how Skipper behaves throughout the narrative.

Skipper's Demeanor reflects the combination of your Persona and dialogue/gameplay choices. Your choices will be informed by several stats, Versus-style (i.e., Stoic vs. Expressive).

Build or damage your Skipper's Reputation (i.e., Influence vs. Irrelevance), which will change how Madras and its denizens respond to your narrative choices, both socially and magically.

Juggle your Skipper's overarching narrative through the Concurrent Storyline System, which will open new opportunities for success or failure.

Reconnect with your siblings and fight against your cennend's cruel intentions together, or belittle and berate them while maintaining your cennend's violent Legacy.

Interact with an exciting cast of karcists and creatures. Befriend or romance a select few highly sought-after individuals. But remember, you won't be the only one who benefits from these bonds.

Timor Kilic Fram the Fourth (They/Them) -> Your cennend. Ruthless and luxurious, Timor has only ever wanted to ensure the success of the Fram Legacy.

Margan Shyamal (They/Them) -> Your eldest sibling. As a Magistrate of Madras, they are often bogged down by many responsibilities. But Margan will always make time for you.

Bellus & Boreal Csintalan (She/Her & He/Him) -> Your younger siblings. They're twins with very different passions, strengths, and weaknesses. With you being Timor's favorite, they can make as many mistakes as they want without fear.

Kieran Zayin (They/She/He) -> Your very real yet fake betrothed. Kieran's reputation is infamy, even with their modest success as an author. You met her at University when the tabloids labeled her a flirtatious scoundrel. Kieran proposed to you because he considers you his best friend, and even if you disagree, he's your oldest non-familial friend. Hopefully, you can still make it to the altar by the end of this year.

Gilder Vernall (She/They) -> Your first and most successful investment. Owns a business called Gilder's Plithers, a name she's incredibly proud of. Gilder's a closed-off workaholic, so few have gotten close to her. Yet ever since you've decided to give their business a chance, they've also been adamant about your own personal growth. Try not to let her down again, yeah?

Ilian Ikan (He/They) -> Your bodyguard. Massive and defiant, Ilian is an absolute bastard of a Ghoul. There's very little you know about them other than that Margan trusts Ilian to watch over you. But the real question is: can Ilian trust you?

And many, many more to be seen throughout the game...

#crin-if #intro post #pinned post #interactive fiction #if game

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spoiledleaff · 10 months

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as much as i hate the apparent 'trend' of the ghost fandom naming new ghouls (sometimes) after the most recent singles/albums, like with phantom and sunshine, i still have so many... pet peeves with the other names?

aeon i love!! but it's just too similar to aether for me :'( whereas midas or phoenix or some of the other suggestions i had seen just don't quite click to my brain unfortunately...? of course, at this rate, phantom has ingrained itself into my brain-

like, we collectively as a fandom should learn how to use a thesaurus? (/j) we could've named the new ghoul something like eidolon or even shade. (i'm personally a bit of a fan of eidolon, haha!)

even for sunshine! we could've gone with sol or flare or something similar like that! these are all synonyms to phantom and sunshine respectfully, and still get that point across, you know? honestly, i think some of these are a bit cooler, haha!

#aka im writing a pwp with the new twink and am still unnecessarily sour about his name #this is really just a rant haha!#don't get me wrong! i absolutely love the creativity behind the names! even if i don't personally like/use them?#midas and aeon i adored!! but i'm stupid picky about these names for no reason :'D #aurora is wining with her name i LOVE IT #LOVE HER UGH #shitghosting #ooc leaf

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fanaticastrid · 9 months

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Another peep into the early days of Double Lester AU, ft a bit of Tyrant's Tomb. Again, OOOOOOLD art, don't hurt me! It was just a shitty doodle!

Quite reasonably you're wondering, "Astrid, what's with Lester on the right?" Well, Lester is technically dead during the AU- I like to think of him as being a ghost with solid mass aka corporeal- and with the Body-Soul Link (REALLY LONG EXPLANATION, BASICALLY IF ONE OF THEM DIES THE OTHER DOES TOO ILL MAKE A POST ON IT EVENTUALLY) the ghoul poison is also affecting Lester, turning him into his raw spirit state. I still don't know if he would be a mania, eidolon, or what... I really need to research that ;-;

BUT HEY SOME PROGRESS IS MADE, FEEL FREE TO ASK QUESTIONS ABOUT THE AU

#trials of apollo #lester papadopoulos #alternate universe #fan au #pls excuse the bad art #its really old #double lester au #lesterverse #toa #my au

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pristine-starlight · 2 years

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In other news rng is mocking me

I want Hunter Munitions

Ghoul Purge is on right now, and in the lower level bounties, stages 2, 3 and 4 each have an almost 10% chance of giving it

I’ve run 10 bounties so far, which means a wholeass 30 chances for the damn mod to drop, and it’s just refusing. I don’t need any more eidolon breaths. Or a stubba. I appreciate the Nidus relics bc i do need those but i can get those elsewhere. Please. Just one fuckin copy of this mod. That’s all i ask. And maybe to not get a fuckin thumper trampling my defense objective again

#watch it its gonna give me fuckin nitain before it gives me this mod #ill try again tomorrow but im getting tired i might just leave it until next time the purge comes around #i have so much to get done this week i cant waste all my time on bounties #kata's chatter #space ninja fashion show #rng is also mocking me on fissures but thats par for the course #no good lith fissures today for me to get more traces >:(#and none of the nidus relics i did manage to rad and open gave me what i need #i wanted to get him done this week but im starting to feel like thats just not realistic

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alwaysjustmina · 3 months

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Whispers of Rain

Chapter 12: Just a Stoic Statue, Fit for Nobody

Thank you to @papaslittlesunshine for editing this and @midnight-moth for listening to my daily depraved thoughts. Also, thank you to @kamonart for the beautiful artwork for this story.

Fyi this chapter may hurt, but no major warnings.

Below the cut or AO3

Rain awoke in the very early morning hours, the darkness of outside just starting to be pushed away. He reached to curl around Dew, to pull him close and realized with a stabbing jolt to his being that Dew wasn’t next to him, the panic quick to overtake his thoughts. He rushed from the bed to Aether’s room, waking him and yelling that they needed to find him. They searched the house, before finding themselves outside Eidolon’s room, the door slightly cracked. They slowly opened the door to find both Dew and Eidolon fast asleep grasping each other in a tight embrace. Rain gasped quietly before he pulled back hurriedly from the room. Aether followed him silently, pulling the bedroom door shut firmly. He had seen Rain’s eyes when he turned from the room. The sorrow, the questions. His heart broke for what was in front of all of their faces.

“Rain, wait.” Aether quietly spoke. Rain stopped but didn’t turn. His shoulders hunched over, his arms around his middle, holding himself.

Aether quickly enveloped him from behind in a hug,holding him. “You need to give him time, we don’t know the extent of what they’ve been through, they have only had each other.” Rain nodded, but couldn’t contain the quiet cry bursting from his body.

“I just want to hold him, I want to take away the pain, I want to be the one he goes to.”

Nothing Aether could say would take away the pain, he knew that Dew just needed time though. Rain knew this too, but it still couldn’t stop his heart from breaking.

Dew had awoken in the middle of the night, curled into Rain’s arms. The dream he had just had broke him out of sound sleep, a sleep like he hadn’t had in many, many months. He was still in shock that he was here with Rain again, that it was his arms encircling his body. He watched Rain as he slept, breathing in and out slowly, his pouty lips wet with spit. In his sleep, his hair had fallen across face, Dew reached up to push it out of his face, gently moving it from in front of his eyes. His hand lingered in his hair as he tucked it behind Rain’s ear, marveling at the silkiness.

As he touched his hair lightly, Rain scrunched his nose before emitting a soft sigh and a smile graced his lips. He was beautiful, this perfect creature who somehow ended up in love with Dew. Dew had missed him so badly, when Ifrit had said he was dead, he had stupidly believed him. His world had shattered into multiple pieces, pieces he never thought he would be able to pick back up and put in anything resembling a shape. The only way he was functioning now was because of Eidolon. He had seen him through the dark, held his hand to the other side so that he could once again see Rain, be present and thankful for his love.

I don’t deserve him.

I don’t deserve either of them.

I am disgusting.

How can they say they love me?

Debilitating thoughts plagued his mind as he watched Rain sleep. The fear overtaking his insides so quickly it left him breathless. His mind seizing in pain, he pulled out of Rain’s grasp. He wasn’t worthy of his comfort.

Dew quietly padded from the bed towards the door, he needed to get out of this room before he woke him, before he lost his shit. He turned back towards Rain before he shut the door, the moonglow from outside played across his face, his hand reaching across the bed, searching for the man he used to know. That Dew didn’t exist here any longer.

Dew had planned to go downstairs to sit on the couch and await the dawn alone, but his plans changed when he heard a whimper from the bedroom next to them. He quickly made his way into Eidolon’’s room, opening the door to make sure he was ok. Their eyes met across the room, Neither able to sleep it seemed.

“You ok?” Dew asked quietly as he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Eidolon to respond.

“I don’t know. You ok?”

“I don’t know.” Dew answered back the same words, the same meaning.

Eidolon pushed back the covers and reached for Dew, offering his hand to hold. Dew quickly took his hand in his, grasping it tightly. As Eidolon watched he saw the tremor take over Dew’s body, the tears streaming down his face. He quickly sat up and pulled Dew to him, his arms encircling his waist, bringing him closer.

“I don’t know if I can do this?” He said between broken sobs.

“Do what?” Eidolon asked, “You can do anything, you are the strongest person I have ever met.”

“I was ready for death, I was ready for it to be over, I knew what I was going to do last night, my only goal was to get you out of there before I ended it all.”

“Dew.”

“It was my only priority.” He held his head in his hand, the other gripping onto Eidolon as if he was his only anchor to this world. His breathing broken, the hitching in his voice carrying his sorrow and fear.

Eidolon pulled him closer,bringing him to sit on his lap, his chin hooked over his shoulder, brushing his hair from his face. Eidolon let him get it all out in the quiet morning hours, just whispering words of encouragement as he caressed his back and ran his hand through his hair. It took awhile but Dew slowly relaxed in his arms.

“I don’t deserve him,” he whispered quietly when the sobbing had stopped.

Eidolon’s heart broke for him, broke for himself, broke for Rain. He didn’t know what to say, he just held him tighter.

“I don’t deserve you, either.” Dew said it so quietly, Eidolon wasn’t sure he heard him right.

“Dew you deserve everything, you protected us, both of us. This wasn’t your fault what Ifrit did.”

Dew shook his head and looked at Eidolon, “Yes, it is. I loved him, why didn’t I see that he was this messed up? I am just as messed up as him for loving him, this is my fault.”

Eidolon knew he wasn’t going to get through to him, he was lost in his fear and memories of the last months. As they held each other, their pain mirroring the others, they slowly lost the battle against exhaustion and reclined further back on the bed until they were laying side by side, arms and legs entwined. Holding onto the other as if their lives depended on it.

Dew and Eidolon made their way downstairs the next morning, not saying anything. Dew knew Rain was probably up, and he knew if he had seen them together that he would have had a lot of questions. Questions Dew wasn’t sure if he was ready to answer.

Aether and Rain were sitting in the dining room, next to the kitchen, in silence, the looks on their faces looked like they had been having an in depth conversation. Did they stop because of Dew and Eidolon?

“Dew, Eidolon, coffee?” Aether asked as he saw them, he quickly rose from his seat across from Rain and moved towards the pot to pour for the two of them when they both nodded. Dew moved into Aether’s vacated seat, Eidolon sitting beside him. He looked up to see Rain already looking at him, his eyes haunted and blood shot. Yeah, Rain knew he had fallen asleep in Eidolon’s room. He quickly looked away to see Aether approach the table with two steaming cups and placed them in front of them before grabbing his and Rain’s to refill as well.

The silence around the table was uncomfortable, not how Rain nor Dew thought their reunion would be. All Rain wanted was Dew next to him, with his hand in his, they could face everything else as it came, together. It felt though that they were worlds apart though. Rain knew that Dew had been through alot and he had to give him time, his heart just grieved that he wasn’t the person Dew turned to. He silently wiped the tears forming in his eyes hopefully before anyone saw them.

Clearing his throat as he sat, Aether asked, “You both are probably hungry, what would you like, there is stuff here, but I can run out if I need to.”

Eidolon spoke up, he knew Dew was spiraling and he had seen the tears in Rain’s eyes, “Yes, it has been a day since either of us have eaten and I know Dew has lost weight here, so anything would be good.”

“Ok then, I can do that. Care to help me?” He asked Eidolon.

Eidolon looked at Dew before agreeing to assist, Dew nodded his head at him, indicating that he would be ok. He hated the idea of leaving Dew alone after last night, not alone but without him being there if he needed him again. He knew he had Rain, but he still wanted to be his friend.

In the kitchen, Aether was already pulling out all the ingredients to make breakfast. He couldn’t get over the fact that he was his brother. There was a small glimmer of hope in his chest that he would get to know him, or that whatever was wrong with his memory would fix itself so he could remember him, remember his family.

Aether could see Eidolon struggling with all of the stress of the situation, but he had to get him out of that room so that Dew and Rain could talk. He wished he could hold his baby brother and tell him he would take away all of the pain, all of the past memories with Ifrit, but he was terrified that gesture would be rejected. Instead, he handed Eidolon ingredients to start working with. They worked in relative silence for a while before Eidolon broke the silence.

“Do you think Dew is ok?” He asked tentatively.

“You care about him a lot, don’t you?” Aether mumbled quietly before adding, “He will be fine, I have never seen a stronger connection than what those two have, they just need a moment to talk.”

Eidolon twisted his hands, his nerves showing through his motions, “I just don’t want him to feel alone or like he has to save all of us.”

Aether turned to look at Eidolon, studying the set of his jaw, the slight wobble of his chin, his eyes glassy. He reached out to put a hand on Eidolon’s arm before saying, “You’ve got me, Eidolon. I promise I will do whatever I can to keep you safe, Dew can take a break from that position. It will give him and Rain time to reunite and you and I to get to know each other again.”

Still Eidolon looked through the door to the dining room, trying to make sure Dew was ok. He kept telling himself, don’t be selfish, Rain is his mate, he doesn’t want you, it doesn’t matter that you are in love with him.

Aether watched him as he kept looking back and forth, he knew as he watched, that Eidolon was in love with Dew. Oh, baby, Phantom,, he thought, I wish I could take that heartbreak from you.

“Would you like to get to know me?” Aether spoke up, pulling Eidolon’s attention back to him.

Eidolon didn’t respond at first as studied he Aether, trying to see if he was being sincere. He decided to take that first step though and silently nodded his head. They had all the time in the world and he looked forward to getting to know him and maybe to distract himself from his heart breaking.

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When Rain and Dew were alone in the room the silence stretched even further. Neither knowing how or where to start. Finally Rain broke the silence.

“How did you sleep?” There was no bitterness in his words, only concern.

“I had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep so I got up and walked around for a while.” Not mentioning his trip into Eidolon’s room.

Rain’s eyes looked everywhere but at Dew as he responded, “You know you could have woken me, I want to be there for you when you're hurting.”

Dew couldn’t respond, he knew this, he knew he could wake Rain and he would do whatever was needed to make Dew happy, safe, loved. Dew was broken though, Rain didn’t need to know the extent of how much.

Rain made the first move, putting his hand on the table, open to see if Dew would hold it. Dew looked at it and a sob bubbled to the surface before he grabbed the lifeline Rain offered. They both cried as they held hands before Rain, whispered, “Come here.”

On shaky legs Dew moved to sit next to Rain, crashing into his side as he put his arm around Dew and held their bodies flush together. Dew continued to cry as Rain held him. Whispering in his ear, “I love you, Dewdrop, you don’t need to hide from me, I am here. Whatever you need, I am here, always.”

No more words were said, this wasn’t the time, they needed to have a conversation, but needed the time that having two other people in a room next to them didn’t afford. They clung to each other before they were interrupted by the others bringing in heaping platefuls of food to the table.

Plates were set in front of Rain and Dew filled to the brim with different choices of savory and sweet. The other two sat across from them as they dug into their food. Rain picked up his fork to eat while still keeping an arm around Dewdrop. When Dew made no move to eat and just pushed his plate away, Rain nudged his side and whispered that he had to eat something even if it was just a few bites. When he still didn’t eat, Rain didn’t push it further, he leaned down and kissed Dew’s forehead before continuing with his food.

Eidolon noticed the exchange and when Rain didn’t push he became irritated, Dew needed to eat, he knew it had been days since his last meal, his energy quickly depleting because of it. He wouldn’t let Dew give up.

“Dew, you have to eat.”

“I am not hungry, Eidolon.” He mumbled back.

“Dew it has been days since you have eaten anything.”

When he didn’t answer or move to his plate, Eidolon continued. “Dew, please, I won’t let you give up.”

Rain looked up at Eidolon, he wondered if anyone else heard the unspoken, “even if Rain will.” He knew that was where Eidolon was going with it, who did he think he was that he knew Dew better than him? Where did he get off?

“Dew-”

“Give it a rest, he said he wasn’t hungry.” Rain had it, couldn’t he just take care of Dew himself, just let him have some time.

“No, I won’t give it a rest, he needs to eat. Why aren’t you pushing it more? I thought you cared about him.”

WHAT? Rain quickly pushed his chair from the table, seething in anger, how dare he question how he felt about Dew, he didn’t know what they went through. He didn’t care if Eidolon had been there for Dew these past months, he was done with everyone else in their relationship. As the chair fell backwards on the floor, Rain was already on the other side of the table pulling Eidolon to his feet.

“How dare you! You may have been with him these past months, but I know Dewdrop. I know when to push, I know when to leave it until later, we are mated in all but the ceremony. He is exhausted, he hasn’t slept, he doesn’t eat well after a restless night.” He had grabbed onto the front of Eidolon’s shirt as he yelled in his face.

Eidolon didn’t back down though, “How dare I? Really? I know Dewdrop too, he is exhausted because he hasn’t eaten, do you even know what he has been through these past months. Do you? You may be practically mated, but you are an idiot if you think you should let this go.”

“Fuck you!”

They were at each other's throats before Dew could even get around the table between them, screaming at them to stop. They both looked down at Dew as he begged them to quit and pulled away from each other, mumbling a sorry to Dew. Not to each other.

“I will eat, Eidolon, just give me a minute.” Eidolon looked at Rain when Dew couldn’t see his face with a triumphant smirk. Dew continued, “Rain, Rain, it is ok, you are right, I don’t normally eat when I feel like this. For you, I will try though.”

Rain may have wanted to stick his tongue out at Eidolon, but he refrained.

“So, um, yeah, we need to decide when we should go back in town to go through the portal back to the abbey.” Aether interjected to bring noise to the quiet room, Dew picked at his food as both Eidolon and Rain watched him and each other. Aether knew that the two of them were going to have it out, he just didn’t necessarily think it was best to have that argument in front of Dew or before they went back topside.

“Ifrit isn’t going to stop, he is going to know I went to the surface.” Dew grimaced between bites.

“Yeah we are going to have to take care of him before we go too.” Aether replied.

“Take care of?” Eidolon asked, turning from Rain’s glare.

“Yes, Rain has to stop him, he is the only one that can due to the agreement we made coming here.”

“What? Absolutely not.” Dew now was the one shouting at the group.

“It is ok, Dew. I will be ok.” Rain tried to sooth.

“Rain, he is only going to be more vicious, we embarrassed him yesterday. He will be on a rampage and ready for the attack.” The tears had filled his eyes again as he begged. Why didn’t they all let him take care of Ifrit yesterday? Why?

“It is the only way, and Aether can go with me. We have a plan.”

They didn’t leave the house that day, eating, sleeping, trying to regain some strength. Rain longed for Dew to talk to him, but he wouldn’t push. The day turned into days. Every night, Rain would go to bed with Dew and in the morning he would still be entwined in Eidolon’s arm. It was slowly destroying him that Dew wouldn’t turn to him.

Rain came across Eidolon one of those mornings as he came out of the bedroom he knew Dew was for sure in, he couldn’t even look at Eidolon as he closed the door behind him.

Eidolon could hear his sigh as he went to pass him in the hall.

“What Rain?”

“Nothing, Eidolon.”

“No, Rain, I know your pissed he comes to me every night, but I won’t turn him away. You need to stop thinking of the Dew you used to know. Again you have no idea what he has been through, do you?” Eidolon was done, last night he pulled Dew to him as he sobbed, feeling unworthy of Rain’s love. “Do you know what Ifrit did to him? Do you have any idea? Cause I saw it all with my own eyes, and I am telling you I wouldn’t have survived it, I don’t know how he did. If it helps for me to hold him or offer him support, I will do, be whatever he needs.”

Rain met Eidolon’s eyes, he had a pretty good idea of what Dew had been through. He was told about the party and what happened with Dew up against the wall that his friends had seen. He just wanted to be the one he turned to, was that so wrong?

Eidolon crowded Rain to the wall with a growl when he didn’t respond. “Get your head out of your feelings, and be there for him.”

Rain watched as Eidolon walked off before he stepped back into his room, sliding to the floor, not knowing how to help Dew.

The next time it happened he awoke to Dew moving from the bed, darkness outside the window. “Please don’t go to him,” Rain begged in silent whispers to Dewdrop.

When Dew heard his plea, he turned to Rain. “Rain, I can’t…I can’t, you don’t know what Ifrit did.”

“Tell me Dew, let me be the one you turn to, I love you, I know you went through torture, but I want to be the one you need in the darkness of the night. Let me be the one,” he begged.

His eyes remained fixed on the sheets between them, the rumpled linen, Rain’s hand reaching towards him but afraid to touch, afraid to show him how much he needed him. The unanswered question of why did he go to Eidolon, when Rain was here, Rain was the one he vowed to love forever. Did they let Ifrit destroy what they had?

Dew pushed from his seated position in the bed, to stand. The noise that Rain emitted was filled with so much sorrow that again, Dew turned from him and was going to someone else. Dew didn’t leave though, he turned back around and grabbed Rain’s hand asking him, why? Why did it matter who got to hear what he went though, he didn’t want Rain to know.

Rain stared into his eyes, how could he ask that? Rain didn’t want to hear the horrible things Ifrit did, but he wanted to be there for Dew, anything for him, and if that meant hearing all the horrible things he would listen, he would comfort him.

“It will kill me, Dew, if you go to him.” He cried into the sheets, “ I am sorry, I shouldn’t put that on you.”

Dew crawled back into the bed to hold Rain this time, arms wrapped around him. He’d stay, he couldn’t do this to Rain. He didn’t want to but he was going to have to share with Rain what Ifrit did, that he wasn’t sure if Ifrit put a child in him.

He only hoped Rain could forgive him for what he allowed to happen.

#whispers of rain #chapter fic #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #raindrop #fan fiction #ghost fan fiction #ghost band #mina writes #eidolon #phantom ghoul #aether ghoul

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Sooooo Ken and Shuu arrived sooner than I expected. XD They arrived along with 2 other packages in the mail today and aaaahhhhh they’re so handsome. ; w ; Shuu’s eyes and hair haven’t arrived yet so he’s not fully put together just yet. xD;

In case y’all following me didn’t put it together already, these two are my dolls that I’m turning into Ken Kaneki and Shuu Tsukiyama from Tokyo Ghoul. I actually originally got the Switch Rion head to be Ken and had no plans to make Shuu into a doll, but when the head arrived, the head just screamed Shuu and I ended up having to find something else for Ken. Ended up going with a Migidoll Jina head mostly because I have always loved Migidoll sculpts, but have never really had a proper opportunity to own and keep one long-term. Plus, boy!Jinas are my favorite thing ever.

Anyway, ended up putting the Soom jointed hands I have onto Ken’s body and they, of course, don’t match at all bahahaha. I’m hoping to maybe eventually get them color matched, but I’m not in too much of a rush to get hand pieces done at the moment. I actually got him some Asleep Eidolon jointed hands so I wouldn’t have to get shit color matched, but…aaahhhh the AE hands just ain’t doing it for me. They way they’re put together is janky and I just don’t like how they look. I’m majorly picky with doll hands. D; Soom is definitely my favorite with jointed hands. The aesthetic of the sculpting + the joints just looks so good put together.

But yeah, my boys looking so handsome. KomorebiDolls always does amazing work. ; w ; Really need to get more clothes (and shoes for Shuu) for both of these guys that’s in character for them.

#ball jointed doll #legit bjd #migidoll #switch bjd #migidoll jina #switch rion #my doll: shuu tsukiyama #my doll: ken kaneki #my camspam

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“Eidolons can’t possess me,” Nico said, a small smile quirking the corner of his mouth at the memory of the one that tried to do it before only to quickly fail. At least King Minos had taught him how to keep his own body and being the Ghost King definitely helped with that too.

Still, that didn’t mean Adrian was immune, and after the couple encounters with the possessing demons that day, Nico would rather not run into them again in the middle of the night. “Are you going to be okay?”

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Session 29: Sat Mar 30 2024

Sprocket does the recap, even though he wasn’t there. He wins a Hero point for himself and a second one for Luna, and I get one as well because it’s my birthday :) Hartvig is late, so Skabb takes out her phone to spam the group chat and wake him up in the event that he’s fallen asleep. He appears on Discord as she’s about to press send, thus negating the need; she is disappointed.

Jorg’ath reminds us about the contract we were asked to look for, for the demon who got stuck here in a bargain with Velcro. We haven’t found it yet. Hartvig takes a moment to concentrate and reduce his curse a bit before we move on. He gets a focus point back, but can’t cast the focus spell again until he’s rested, if I have understood that correctly. (Sprocket watches him, with his little beady eyes.) Jorg’ath does a Medicine check and regains some much needed HP, and then mutes so he can eat some cake.

Augie may or may not join us; the DM asks us to make a convincing argument for why he would help us. He decides ultimately that Augie will join us, but only for the rest of this section of the dungeon.

Skabb can’t seem to separate her token from Grabby Cat’s; she wants to team up with Augie and do one-two-three-wheeeee’s with Grabby in the middle.

And on through the double doors to the last boss of this floor…

Jorg’ath and Hartvig take either side of the doors and the rest of us arrange ourselves in strategic places. Sprocket does a quick medicine check (and fails, so Skabb slaps some mud on him instead), and Skabb casts Mystic Armour on herself:

Hartvig and Jorg’ath throw open the doors - there is a large room with smashed display cases and a huge figure of a woman. The statue smells awful. In front of it stands this:

She smiles at us. “Guests! Give up your equipment and your lives, and you can join the Cult of the Canker. If you accept the gift of ghoul fever we will lock you away until your transformation is complete.”

We decline. Jorg’ath counteroffers his broadsword.

She demands that we hand Augie over so she can add him to the effigy behind her. It is made up of parts of many different creatures. Jorg’ath flips the double bird and attacks her. “Your art is puerile and derivative!” Hartvig cries, earning him the DM’s amusement and a Hero Point.

Off we go!

Sprocket is up first, to his mild dismay. “What on earth can I do,” he wonders. He casts Boost Eidolon, and Augustus leaps up onto one of the display cabinets in front of a cultist. He proceeds to violently assault the ghoul in the robes, 23 to hit. 9 total damage, a good start.

Hartvig. “Right.” He casts Needle Darts at the same cultist. Green damage number, 15! Battle mage! He casts Guidance on Lizard Boy for his last action.

The cultist uses all three actions to cast Harm, forcing a Fortitude save from everyone within 30 feet - Grabby, Augustus, Skabb and Jorg’ath. Everyone fails, but no-one critically. It is a Necromancy spell, so Augustus gets a bonus to his save, and succeeds! The other cultist moves to hit Nadia and Hartvig with Grim Tendrils. “Bad touch,” Nadia shouts. Both fail, and take 6 Negative and 1 persistent Bleed damage.

Jorg’ath is next, and he Rages as he strides toward the named one. Nakhhkdslfjgnn. Nagini? Naghhhhhh. Nhakazarin, that's it. He smashes her with his greatsword, but 18 misses. Even with the +1 from Guidance, 19 still misses. DM: “She’s the boss.” Jorg’ath: “Yeah, but… come on, now.” He uses his last action to grapple her. (DM: “Ne touchez pas!”) He rolls 17 Athletics, which is a miss.

It is the ghouls’ turn, and one moves to flank Augustus and claw him in the back. 28 hits, Fortitude save. Critical hit, 8 damage, but he passes the save. (The DM is as disappointed as we are relieved.) He has to make another save, for what sounds like bullshit DM reasons to me. Augustus is Paralysed…

Nadia checks to see where Augie is before throwing a vial of Holy Water at the cultist. It misses, but she does splash damage. She shoots it as well for good measure.

Luna is hidden, so she puts her head around the door frame to see what’s what. She can aim at the boss, so she does. Or not, with a 15. She Hero Points that, but a 19 is still a miss. She tries again - wait, the boss is flat footed, so the 19 hits! She gets her sneak attack damage as well. She uses her third action to re-hide with a 21.

Nhakasdlgjlfg;hjjjh does Vampiric Touch on Jorg’ath, 23 hits. He fails his save, and takes 23 ‘little’ negative damage. “Well… I don’t agree,” Jorg’ath counters. She bites him, and the damage number is green… He makes two Fortitude saves - 20 and 19. “Swines!” the DM cries, but Jorg’ath is Paralysed.

Grubby Gobbo. “This ugly bastard that’s come up for a kiss, is he just a regular ghoul?” She wants to know if they have attacks of opportunity, but none of us can remember. She wants to have Grabby fly over to the meat effigy and steal the head. Can she do that in one turn? No, because she would have to move-interact-move and she only gets two turns, and also the head is much too big for her to carry.

Skabb uses her Wand of Healing to cast Heal on the ghoul in front of her instead. It fails the save and takes 4 damage increased to… I assume, a bigger number. “It did not like that,” is all we find out. She casts Hydraulic Push on Bitch Tits; the idea is to knock her into the effigy. The roll is a critical against a ghoul, but would only be a regular hit against the boss for 7 damage. Not bad, but doesn’t push her over.

Augie Augie Augie! He runs in and attacks a ghoul with a a 28 to hit. “The best thing about Augie is how miserable he makes you,” Skabb tells the DM as he laments - again - ever letting us have him.

Sprocket will bust out his second level spell slot to cast Summon Construct; we are all suitably impressed. He can summon animated silverware! That isn’t in the book, so the DM offers him an Elite Homunculus instead? It has an attack, so Sprocket will grudgingly accept this substitute.

“… That’s disgusting,” says the DM, as he reads through the stats. Sprocket: “I’m interested, go on.” The homunculus has a poison gland in its head, apparently. It also has two actions, and can use them immediately - which it does to bite the ghoul in the dick. 25 hits for 5 dick damage. “Can the second action be chewing,” Sprocket wants to know. No, but he can have a Hero Point for being disgusting. The homunculus bites it again instead, 21 also hits for more crotch damage. “Gross,” says the DM.

Hartvig is up. “Meeee. Okay.” He does Needles at the same cultist again - 22 hits! Howdy Doodis! “I perforate it. I imagine that releases some amount of… corpse gas.” He moves back, stands on Sprocket by accident, and respectfully side steps.

The remaining cultist casts Harm, but a 2 actioner this time. It runs up to Nadia. “Ew! No!”

Augustus does a save against his paralysis - 20! He is freed from paralysis.

A ghoul runs up and bites at Nadia, and misses.

She stabs the ghoul, now flanked by it and the cultist. First attack is a crit for 10 damage, then four more, then a miss. She will now await her commuffins.

Luna hits the ghoul twice, with no bonuses from Nadia being next to it because that’s D&D, not Pathfinder. She hides again and disappears into the shadows.

It’s Boss Bitch’s turn. The DM deliberates how to murder us all the most effectively. She does Vampiric Touch again on Augie but misses. He has to make a Fortitude save - but the DM is reminded that negative damage will heal Augie, so he retracts the attack. BB would know not to do that. “Please fail your save, you rotten little creature - oh goddammit.”

“That’s what it feels like, [DM], that’s what it feels like,” Sprocket tells him as Augie aces his save, and we are threatened with the removal of Augie’s person from the entire campaign.

Jorg’ath can repeat his save and succeeds - he is no longer paralysed.

Skabb was going to do a Heal, but is reminded that Augie is there. She bites the bad ghoul with her Grill of Aberration Bane - 13, Hero Point, 25, Howdy Doodis! “I bite a hole in it and slurp all the juice out. Like one of them yogurt tubes.”

“I blame Augie for this,” the DM says. “You’ve taken an already bad goblin and made it worse.”

“Would you mind if I let you die?” Skabb asks Jorg’ath, and Hartvig interjects to tell her that he will heal him in a minute. Skabb rolls up her sleeves and casts a 2 action Heal on Boss Bitch. She makes the save. “That’s alright, if I get close to her I’m gonna bite that tongue out of her head.” Sprocket’s homunculus wants to start at the feet and work his way up, so maybe they’ll meet in the middle.

Augie does some bites and the first two hit! 27 damage total, yeah. Augie Augie Augie!

Sprocketses! Augustus repositions so that the last cultist is flanked with Nadia, and Sprocket re-casts Boost Eidolon. Augustus Fist Slams the cultist by slamming him into the floor. Homunculus will squeak past the meat statue and - “Oh he can fly! Fuck me!” But he wants to eat Boss Bitch from the feet up, not the head down. Would Skabb be happy to swap places with it, and start from the feet instead? Yes, and it’s very polite of him to ask, she says. The homunculus bites Bitch Tits and hits with a 26. “He’s et a lump out of her head.”

Hartvig is up. “Yessssss!” The DM invites him to cast Heal on Augie, but he declines and casts it on Jorg’ath instead. 22 HP back for Jorg’ath, who will take it, thank you.

The cultist is up, and will start by biting Nadia, and forcing saves which she makes. So it bites her again, and crits. Nadia has a little sleep, and does another Fortitude save, 14. It may have done something else to her, but the DM declines to tell me what it is. Skabb, outraged: “It’s her birthday, you monster!” Pitiless DM is unmoved.

Jorg’ath leaps at the cultist and misses, Hero Points, and hits. Did being paralysed interrupt his Rage…? There is some discussion, but it is decided that no, it doesn’t. Howdy Doodis! “Violently.”

Jorg’ath has an action left, so he slams a potion for 5 more HP back.

Nadia uses her Hero Points to come back to 1HP.

Luna is up. “Is it just this bitch next?” Skabb suggests surrounding her and ripping her limbs off. 26 is a hit, and Luna gets sneak attack as well. 18 is a miss, and so is the 10.

Bitch Tits rips a piece off the meat statue behind her, and uses it to regain some HP. Then she bites the homunculus - “You keep your hands off Gavin!” Sprocket shouts, but 33 is almost definitely a crit. 44 damage. DM, very pleased: “Bye Gavin!” Sprocket and Augustus both fall to their knees and cry, “Nooooo!” A single tear falls from Skabb’s eye; that’s another potential friend gone.

We will join the cult of the Canker either way, Bitch Tits tells us. Dead or alive.

(The next time Sprocket summons something, will it be Gavin again, or…? Jorg’ath wants to know. “Well, I tried to summon a cutlery swarm, so… I have no idea,” Sprocket tells him.)

Skabb casts Sudden Bolt, forcing a Reflex save - BT rolls a 29, which is a crit success. “Slingshot,” says Skabb dully. That was her second level spell slot. 21 hits for 2 damage. “In the eyeball, please.” Her third attack misses.

Augie! (If she kills Augie too, Skabb might drown herself in the lake.) Augie bites BT for a bunch more damage.

Sprocket is next and though he has no tear ducts, some moisture has collected on his cheeks. He does some measuring. “Goddamn you,” he mutters. “Right. Well.” He casts Draw Ire, forcing a Will save. She makes it with 1 to spare, but still takes half damage and the penalty! Augustus goes and stands next to her, menacingly.

Hartvig Heals Nadia for 24 HP so she’s at 25, and very grateful. He does a Religion check - green 25! “I know everything. I probably know where she lives.” She is immune to a shitload of stuff, Negative damage heals her, and her weakest save is Will. Also, she’s out of her high level spell slots…

Jorg’ath gives her the great axe, 28 damage plus stuff and howdy doodis! Much cheering. He slices layers off her so she gets shorter and shorter and shorter. Augie looks disappointed as there’s nothing left for him to eat. Jorg’ath saves him a couple of slices, and serves them up on the blade of his battle axe like he’s at a sushi restaurant.

Level up, level up, level up!

Would it be worth our while to destroy the statue? Augie is the only one who makes the secret roll, making the DM hate him even more. He points to something and we all make Religion checks. Skabb crits with a 21 - she is familiar with nefarious bitches of all sorts. This might have been some sort of avatar. Nagini could have been making this as a vessel to contain the spirit of Velcro.

Luna suggests we burn it, and we all agree. We pull Augie out of the way and Hartvig sets the thing on fire. Hartvig is still bleeding so he tries a Medicine check but beefs it and bleeds a bit more for a while. Nadia is also bleeding, she is surprised to be reminded, so Skabb slaps some… something… in the wound. (There may be a slug in there. Nadia is not going to look.)

Hartvig opens another door and finds a small room. Sounds like somewhere we might find a contract...? Perception checks from Hartvig and Augustus. Jorg’ath has a look around for contract-shaped things.

Someone finds something to do with the teleportation circles, which includes the ritual to open them. There is also a text called the Whispering Reeds. If we spend eight hours of study, we can learn much about the dungeon where we are. Could be helpful moving on.

Sprocket wants the book about the portals, and Nadia will study the book about the dungeon. No sign of a contract, though. Jorg’ath wants to shake the Boss Bitch down and see if she had any trayyyysure. Nothing? Gold? A ring? Cooking pot? A cheese wheel? Not a bean, it turns out. Corpse-scented robes, we are offered. Skabb prises a skull out of somewhere and brings it to Nadia to add to her frog hat. Once she’s finished her book, obviously.

Skabb runs over to Sprocket and cuddles him; they grieve together over Gavin.

#dnd #pathfinder #abomination vaults #abomination vaults spoilers

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skypirateking · 2 years

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Dream-Land

By Edgar Allan Poe

Published in 1844

By a route obscure and lonely,

Haunted by ill angels only,

Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,

On a black throne reigns upright,

I have reached these lands but newly

From an ultimate dim Thule—

From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,

Out of SPACE—Out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,

And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,

With forms that no man can discover

For the tears that drip all over;

Mountains toppling evermore

Into seas without a shore;

Seas that restlessly aspire,

Surging, unto skies of fire;

Lakes that endlessly outspread

Their lone waters—lone and dead,—

Their still waters—still and chilly

With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread

Their lone waters, lone and dead,—

Their sad waters, sad and chilly

With the snows of the lolling lily,—

By the mountains—near the river

Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,—

By the grey woods,—by the swamp

Where the toad and the newt encamp,—

By the dismal tarns and pools

Where dwell the Ghouls,—

By each spot the most unholy—

In each nook most melancholy,—

There the traveller meets, aghast,

Sheeted Memories of the Past—

Shrouded forms that start and sigh

As they pass the wanderer by—

White-robed forms of friends long given,

In agony, to the Earth—and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion

’T is a peaceful, soothing region—

For the spirit that walks in shadow

’T is—oh, ’t is an Eldorado!

But the traveller, travelling through it,

May not—dare not openly view it;

Never its mysteries are exposed

To the weak human eye unclosed;

So wills its King, who hath forbid

The uplifting of the fring'd lid;

And thus the sad Soul that here passes

Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

By a route obscure and lonely,

Haunted by ill angels only,

Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,

On a black throne reigns upright,

I have wandered home but newly

From this ultimate dim Thule.

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operator-amelia · 3 years

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Last Call, Amelia

You know, chances are you'll never see this.

I know how this goes. I've even been here before. Last time was Plague Star. Things were...well, I won't say dire, but looking like they could get that way. I got this feeling. Us Tenno, especially after we wake from the Second Dream, we never really "die." Sure, some of us get tired. Get old. Return to the Void, you know.

Actually, I bet you don't. I bet if you're reading this, I'm the first Tenno we've lost in your time. Sorry it had to be me, I'm sure that's rough.

What the hell am I doing...

Like I've said, I've been here before. Had this feeling, like...like I've been listening to my favorite song, and it's about to end. Had it last with Plague Star, and you know, that went off without a hitch. Thought we would lose, thought it'd come down to evacuating Cetus, turning the Plains into a glass floor, but...it didn't. We didn't lose anybody, so I guess that feeling is just a trick my brain plays on me. Maybe some kind of deja-vu. History doesn't repeat itself, but it rhymes, kinda. Maybe Plague Star lined up too well with a bad beat from before the Dream.

Point is, with this Thanatos business and what happened to Misha...it's getting to be pretty final in my head. So just...I'm gonna say something here and it's not gonna matter, but don't feel bad about this. I knew this was coming. I expected it.

You're gonna feel bad anyways. That's fine. But on the off chance you don't, I'm not offended. I'm happy for you. Happy you're dealing with this better than I dealt with Rosalee.

There are things about being a Tenno I haven't told you yet, consequences for waking from the Second Dream I haven't explained, because until now, they weren't your problem. Maybe that was silly. Maybe I should have told you before it became an issue, maybe I should stop going over all the maybe's before I forget to tell you what's what.

So here it is. The Tenno who wake from the Second Dream, each and every one of us, are haunted.

Started with Hayden, of course. Everything in this damn war seems to start with him. Stuck his nose in some Red Veil seances, found Rel. Set him free, and left us to deal with the fallout.

That's not fair, actually. He has to cope with it too. He's just...he handles it better than the rest of us. You know, maybe he just doesn't complain because he we blame him.

There's a sort of presence in the Void. Not the neural sentry, something..."primal" is too emotional. the word, "evil" assigns it agency...let's say "indifferent." It just is, and it doesn't change. That's important. The Man in The Wall doesn't change. If he changes, it's not him. It's you.

Might want to keep an eye on that.

Brace yourself for some...I don't know, cliche advice? Hate to use that word, but...I guess cliches have that reputation because they come up so much. Doesn't make it any less true.

So here's the deal: Nothing good lasts, and nothing bad ends.

Bit of a bummer, that. But it's true. And when you forget that, people die. Tenno die.

Rosalee dies.

Rosalee was...well, she was a lot of things. A native Mirage pilot, with a knack for Mesa's Peacekeepers as well. Always preffered the Akzani, you know, classic Mirage sidearms, but give her a Kraken or something like it and she'd take the head off of Lancers at ranges I'd steal a Vulkar for.

So yeah, she's a crack shot. Better than me, better than you, better than...pretty much anyone I've run missions with.

To me, well...that's a whole book in and of itself. We were a lot of things. I was her spotter for a few raids on the Plains. Ran tactical for her on a lot of solo runs, you know, data centers, hit-and-runs on the Plains to cover another team. She ran tactical for me on pretty much every gunfight I tell stories about.

Had a fling with her too. Cute. Real mean, in the fun-at-parties kinda way. I'll leave it at that. Like I said, nothing good lasts. She went for someone else, we were adults about it. Was a little strange, but the good times kept on rolling for a while. She went for this Ostron girl, started spending some more time in her own skin. This wasn't some city girl, either, she was militia. A fighter, like Rosalee, but...

Things got bad on the Plains after Plague Star. Thumpers started to become a regular issue, I don't know if Vay Hek had it in his back pocket or if they made some sort of advancement during the op we didn't see. Things got real dangerous for non-Operators, Rosalee's other half included.

What we had was stupid, silly fun, but the two of them...

Like I said. Nothing good lasts.

Konzu tried. He really did. Banned militia from doing excursions during the day, only let them out with an Awoken Tenno during the night. But...you get cocky, on the frontier. You spend enough time on the Plains and...you think you know em'. Maybe you do. And maybe you die anyways.

Point is, first ghoul purge happened, and her Iron Flower...didn't come home. Rosalee...got real quiet after that. Tended to leave her warframe in combat a lot more too.

You know, I should have seen it coming. Should have tried to make her stay. But I was just a fling, I'd buried those feelings for her and I guess buried some empathy along with it.

Most of the time, you know, you think you're going to go down swinging. I know Rosalee did. I wish she had. But, as it happened, well...

She knew she was tired. Hurting. I have no doubt now she was looking for an ending, but, you know, at the time, you see someone tearing through Grineer in their own skin, and you just think they're mad. They're after revenge, and she was, but I guess she was after some quiet too.

Sniper put a hole through her chest the size of a Rhino boot. Too far out to even tell you what tower it came from. No gunshot, just the sound barrier breaking and the impact. She kinda looked at me, eyes all blue, glowing brighter than I've ever seen them, and...

Like I said.

Found one of her journals, later on. We all keep them, just in case something like the Dream happens again. We don't have to try and guess who we were or what frame we were native to, you know. Pragmatism.

That Ostron girl, her Iron Flower. That's who the Man in The Wall decided she had to see, and he was right. She got tired. Got reckless. And returned to the Void.

Before you start connecting things that aren't there, this isn't what happens to me. My man in the wall is Rosalee, sure, but she's more of a nuisance than the kind of Siren the real Rosalee had to contend with. I don't want to go on, that's not why I'm writing this. Just...this Thanatos business makes me feel like I won't get a choice.

Nah, I'm telling you this because I want you to know that no matter how real he looks, if your Man in The Wall turns out to be me, it's not. It's the Indifference. The Man. Don't listen to it, honestly, don't even talk to it. I made that mistake. It's a hard habit to kill, once you start.

Once again, I'm not offended if it's someone else. For a lot of people, it's themselves, and that's fine. Don't listen to them, either.

Usually he only appears after some kind of trauma, though. For Hayden, it was the Grineer Queens. For me, it was watching Rosalee die. For you, well...there's a good chance it was losing me.

Don't sweat it. He's there for each of us. Don't expect anyone to tell us who our Man is, but...if you want to talk in, say, non-specific terms, Misha's there for you. So is Gaz. Cherno, well, he'll be having his own thing provided I'm gone.

There. That's done. I don't have to worry about you getting in over your head now.

And if something does happen, with Thanatos or sometime later...I'm pretty sure you're a Mesa native. You move like one anyways. Shoot like one too. Us gunslingers, well, we tend to get ideas about justice. About revenge. Do whatever keeps you going. Don't do anything on my behalf, I don't have those sorts of problems anymore.

As for Seeker, if it's still...intact, salvageable, it's yours. Enjoy it. Keep yourself safe. And remember:

Nothing good lasts.

Nothing bad ends.

-Aria, Warlord of Argent Dusk

#warframe #oc #operator cherno #operator amelia #operator aria #operator misha #operator hayden #The Man in The Wall #operator rosalee #plague star #ghoul purge #ostron #cetus #plains of eidolon #argent dusk #last call

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