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piepie-li · 5 months
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did some fanart for the boys.....
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purlty23 · 3 months
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Aether leaving the band was my yaoi 9/11
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mzozi · 2 months
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sad sad dewther boys
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nastylittleghouls · 5 months
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All Aether wants for Christmas is Dew
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glitchykaii · 11 months
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May I offer some Dewther in these trying times? ⛧
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Plus extra Sodo/Dew meme redraw cuz why not, what a loser 🤘
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bry-art · 2 months
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Dewther Doodle!!
So!! I did a lil doodle based on This HC!!
The proportions are very off but I’m taking this as a learning experience 🙏
might draw it properly one day and make the gold stand out more but!!!
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here they are :D
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forlorn-crows · 12 days
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@kkaisarion: #it's like they're kissing across someone's cock i mean mic i mean cock i mean m–
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how do we feel about sliding copia's cock right in between there?
𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒎
explicit. 589 words.
EDIT: @jimothybarnes commissioned @foxybouquet for a companion piece to this and i--
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Read on AO3 here!
Know you’re stressed. Us too. 
Let us take the edge off. 
And that’s how Copia eventually found himself thrust between the lips of his two guitarists; biting into his knuckles to stifle the unbecoming sounds falling from his lips, a haze of weed smoke pleasantly clouding his anxious mind, and sunk deep into a plush (miraculous for a hotel) armchair that the two ghouls unceremoniously plopped him into after they started pawing at him over his clothes. 
What a sight they are together. Poised just like they are sometimes onstage, leaning in close for backup vocals, but instead of a microphone, their lips close the distance to kiss across his cock, messily making out along the shaft. It’s sloppy, full of saliva and tongue. Full of sidelong glances through droopy eyes, lazy smirks shared between the two that make his balls twitch. 
Dew kneads at his thigh. “Could fuck you, if you wanted.” The suggestion sends a zing of dizzy pleasure up Copia’s spine, and he almost draws blood from his fist. The fire ghoul noses into the close cropped hair at the base of his cock, looking up at him with a siren stare of molten copper. Alluring. Striking confidence despite the warmth on his face from the weed. Copia’s also struck with the amusing image of a wide-eyed cat stalking its prey. 
“Or,” Aether pipes up, moving to kiss the slender head of his cock. His hand sneaks out to Dew’s ass, wrapping around the base of his tail and tugging. Copia watches his eyes roll back as he moans into his groin, arching into the quint ghoul’s touch. “Could give you a little show.” He pets down the length of Dew’s ashen hair, pulls at the ends. “If you wanted.” 
“Hah–shit,” he gasps, nearly bucking into the warmth of Aether’s mouth. Dew slides his lips down to his balls, and he has to hide his face in his hands lest he cum just from the sight of him sucking them in. 
“Let us see,” he whines in protest, reaching up to tug weakly at Copia’s elbow. 
Aether hums in agreement. “Don’t hide, Papa.”
He wheezes out a laugh, delirious and wholly out of his mind. “You two will be the fucking death of me,” he groans. 
“Gonna cum like this, huh?”
“Cazzo, ti prego,” he groans. 
“Think that means yes, please, Aether, shove my cock down your throat so I can cum in it,” Dew mumbles into the seam of his balls. Bastard of a ghoul. Copia silently curses his brother posthumously for always picking the pretty, silver-tongued ones. 
“Always so mean to your Papa–ah!” He can’t finish his chiding, because Aether, indeed, swallows down most of his cock in one go, his nose just brushing against Dew’s where they meet at the base. The smaller ghoul trills and rubs the tips of them together, fluttering his lashes up at the anti-pope. All at once he feels like a mouse trapped in a corner by two fanged beasts ready to pounce. Already easy to feel that way with his ghouls in a half-glamoured state, but the way they look at him at this moment makes his stomach burn too deliciously. 
Aether starts to suck, hollowing out his cheeks to take him base to tip, over and over. Snaking his hand into Dew’s hair to press him right into Copia’s taint.
“C’mon, Papa, we’ve got you,” Aether slurs around his tip. Dew moans his agreement, vibrations from his voice causing his thighs to jump. “Just let go.”
please consider reblogging ♡
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anef-29 · 1 year
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Ghost art I haven't posted here pt.2
Aether&Dewdrop, my very first ship in Ghost.
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saintmisu · 3 months
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aetherdew sketch request for anon! 🫶
full here -> https://poipiku.com/4197086/9824305.html
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ghuleh-draws · 15 days
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I had the absolute HONOR of collaborating with @askingforthesun on their incredible Into The Eyes Of Fire series. If you've ever wanted to feel your brain melt out of your head (in a good way) please give it a read. I got to draw the loveliest scene from Chapter 4!
Excerpt under the cut.
The first touch was like a lightning bolt to his soul. Warm fingertips settled on his sternum, brushing soft patterns into his skin, and he heard Dew exhale shakily, a disbelieving, fragile little sound. A moment later another touch brushed against his side, and his fists curled up even tighter as he fought not to flinch away. He wanted this, he repeated to himself over and over, he’d wanted this for so long, he couldn’t run now just because he’d spent so long training himself in the habit of self-hatred. Dew groaned quietly as the heat of his hands skated over Aether’s skin, pressing in a little firmer at his hips, and Aether heard himself answer the sound with one of his own, soft and uncertain. Dew’s grip tightened at the sound of it, long elegant fingers digging into the softness of Aether’s hips so sharply it startled Aether’s eyes open. And, now they were open, he didn’t think he had it in him to close them again.
Please consider checking this out and giving it some well-deserved love. It's a fantastic piece of writing and I have had the time of my life following along as it releases!
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sageofthestarz · 4 months
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This started off as angsty phantom thoughts based on another post I saw and it turned into a kinda fic..
Written at 2am on no sleep, bare with my typos. It's not proofread 😎
Phantom thinking he was a temporary replacement. Not letting himself grow close to anyone even if he desperately wanted to. He was always told be was going to be replaced back with someone better. Someone who belonged in the pack. That someone wasn't him.
It hurt. He's been wanting, craving for a pack. For a family. He can't get attached though. It'll only lead to him being sent back to the hellscape of the pits that much harder when the time comes.
When the tour comes to an end he did end up getting attached, namely Dew, Rain, and Swiss. The last few nights on tour he hides away alone in his bunk when he'd usually be curled up into one of their sides. He's trying to distance himself, he knows how badly this is going to hurt. Bring sent back to the pit after making such close bonds.
He cries silently, small whimpers and longing to be held by his pack, his lovers. It hurts, knowing they never truly cared for him. He's a replacement after all. A stand in for the one they truly loved. He was allowed to think it was real for awhile right? To think all the time they spent with him was truely for him, that they loved him, wanted to bring him pleasure, bring him care. Even if he knew it wasn't for him, he sucked it up like a sponge and gave so much of his heart back to them.
Now, he felt empty. Like a painful void was in his chest. He'd he sent back, cast aside never to be thought of again once they were back. They'd have their quintessence ghoul again. The real one, the one they truly wanted.
He wished he spent one last night with them. Even if it would be selfish of him. He wanted do badly to feel their love one last time. Pretend it was for him. So the very last night once they were asleep he crawled into their bunks the three of them already together. A blank look on his face, sad sunken eyes from a lack of sleep, and painfulled sobs as he crawls against Swiss' chest, allowing himself to be swalled by his large arms, a smaller heater of a ghoul pressing against his back, a ice cold hand relaxing around the warmth and taking his hand.
He feels tears swell into his eyes once more. Holding back a hiccuped sob not wanting to wake them. He just needed this. Needed to feel them one last time. Imprint the feeling of their love onto him before it was transferred back to the true one they wanted.
He silently cried for the whole ride back. The early morning approaching as they got closer back to the Abbey. When they stopped he had to bite into his hand to keep silent. When Papa came onto the buss to get the ghouls inside he pretended to be sleeping, hood up over his face and eyes. Small mumbles from the ghouls waking around him.
Swiss' arms never leave from around him.
He feels himself being lifted into Swiss' arms. A soft sleepy "Common baby,," as he's carried inside. He tenses hearing the two that stayed back. Aether, and Sunny yelling out. He holds his breath when he feels Aether hug Swiss, whispers around him, feeling a large hand press into his back makes him fall boneless. Soaking in the feeling of Swiss one last time. Aethers going to take him form him. Send him right back where he belongs.
But it never comes.
The hand leaves, and there's a low purr in Swiss' chest as he presses a kiss to Phantoms head, all of them walking insidle. He waits, bracing for impact with the cold stone floor when he hears a door open, but instead hes met with a soft bed that smells faintly of Swiss.
There's sleepy murmers he can't understand, but he can smell Dew and Rain closeby. Soon enough, he feels the bed dip, and he's behind pulled against a chest, Swiss', and there's a blanket being pulled over them.
A moment later joins a warmer ghoul, one that curls Into his side and wraps their tails together, another dip after and a icy hand is going through his hair gently before it settles away next to the heat.
There's one more, a heavier one he isn't used to, that he hasn't smelt often. He realizes soon enough it's Aether. A arm being wrapped around all four of the ghouls there. A symphony of purrs is heard within minutes. Every ghoul there sleep, pleased, and relaxed.
Once he's sure they're all asleep, he pushes his hood back and looked around at them all, debating. He should leave. Hes taken too much. They don't want him they have their quintessence ghoul back why is he still there?
He sits up slowly, trying to untangle himself but a large hand stops him, a terrified look shooting over to where Aether lays. He gives him a sleepy smile "Lay back down Magna Stella. You're not going anywhere." Phantom looks at him confirmed "I.. I'm being sent back in the morning..?" He whispers back, Aether simply shakes his head
"You're not going anywhere love. You're pack now, and they love so dearly. Sleep now, you needant be worried. You're staying right here." Phantom doesn't look as if he believes it. Maybe it's a joke, some sick joke to keep him having hope. But the sincerity of how Aether looks to him, he believes him
Tears well into his eyes, a small hiccuping sob escaping him. Aether gives a soft smile "You're safe here. You're pack. You're loved, and you're home."
He's putty against Swiss' chest, the worry and stress disappearing letting into his exhaustion. He sighs, closing his eyes feeling each of them there. Their different energies they fill him with. He's asleep in minutes. Finally able to relax and sleep without worry. For the first time ever, he feels loved, feels like pack, and feels like he has a home.
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nameless-ghoul-xinkru · 4 months
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Aether and Dew have been on my mind for days
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st-danger · 7 months
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What's the most depraved thing you think that Aether fantasises about?
Aether loves Dew, of course. He'll fuck him just as often as he'll make love to him- that's what it is, of course, though Dew never wants to acknowledge it as such. Something about the phrase making love makes him feel a little weird, though he openly voices how much he enjoys it when Aether takes it slow and tender with him.
He loves Dew. Very much. And privately, he would like to love him without any...interference.
Any reaction.
Sometimes in the shower when he gets a hand on himself, he lets his thoughts drift to something a little nasty. A little gross. Forcing a little quintessence into Dew's pretty head and pulling out any thoughts.
Any desire to move.
Maybe he keeps Dew nice and placid so he can lay him out before him, touch and inspect every inch in ways Dew would never let him without the forced sedation relaxation, because he wants to truly inspect, with attention so focused it makes Dew terribly uncomfortable to be looked at like that for so long. And maybe Dew's mind is still a little with it.
Maybe Dew looks up at him with round, confused eyes and asks Aether why he feels weird, and maybe Aether strokes his cheek and tells him just to relax.
Maybe Dew whimpers when Aether spreads him open, and tells Aether not there when his hole is exposed and he feels Aether's hot breath on it. Maybe he quivers and says he feels weird again, says Aether's name so plaintively.
And maybe Aether hushes him, soft and loving, and tells him he knows what Dew needs, so he's just going to help him relax. Good thing he's here, right? Since he knows what's best for Dew, even when Dew doesn't himself.
Aether is going to take such loving care. He promises him, and follows it up with a long, slow slide of his tongue over a place that makes Dew want to curl up from shame. Would if he could, but his limbs just feels so heavy right now.
Good thing Aether is here to help.
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nastylittleghouls · 5 months
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Dewdrop: I have a question for you Aether: Yes, I'd cry if you died Aether: Yes, I‘m sure I'd still love you if you turned into a worm Aether: And yes, I will always be madly in love with you Aether: No, I don't want to break our bond Dewdrop: ..... Dewdrop: Thank you
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purlty23 · 6 days
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Dewther you say? Dew trying so hard to hump his little t-dick into Aether’s ass, whining and biting at his shoulder and the back of his neck. Send tweet
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Now THIS is a good warm up, hes so eager. See the full at patreon here, or pillowfort here
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ghostisun · 4 months
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thinking about aether seeing the newly summoned dewdrop and, feeling the call in the yawning of his heart, claiming dew as his mate.
aether had heard of this from omega – how bonds just snap in place like they’ve long been written in the stars.
“funny, isn’t it?” the older ghoul had asked him then when aether was just new, smelling too much like the sulphuric fumes of the pit, and his body too sensitive for the topside. “how even those of us have something so beautiful?”
omega didn’t seem too happy when he said this, his face pinched in a faux smile. aether would learn later how omega’s bond fizzled the moment it had been formed; how, no matter how much he tried salvaging it, it was futile. how it was meant to fail no matter what.
(papa, the shadows whispered when aether reached into the abyss to find out who it was that omega was destined for. coiled within the answer was a sharp sting, a sensation that had aether pulling away with a gasp.
in the next breath, omega was standing before him, his eyes ablaze even when his face was clean of any anger.
“don’t,” he warned, and aether knew. aether had felt, after all, the deep and pained longing that omega was carrying.
“i’m sorry,” he answered.
omega disappeared with a quiet growl.)
no one else had a bond that was like omega’s with terzo’s; nothing deep and desperate, nothing that ached and reverberated as though the thought, alone, of living without one’s destined pair was enough to rattle one’s bones.
nothing like this – searing and overwhelming; bright and burning.
aether felt like choking. like drowning. like he is being doused with something so filling, he feels like he’s about to burst at his seams.
a presence tangles with his own, taking up the space in the yawning of his heart. it caresses him. it embraces him. it gives so much to aether that he is reduced to soft whimpers and gasped-out tears.
he feels-
he feels like he’s been remade.
when aether opens his eyes to find those of the newly summoned one’s, his mind pulses with a name.
dewdrop.
dewdropdewdropdewdrop-
then, mine.
mineminemine.
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