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divine-misfortune · 20 days

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Mushy May, day 1. Cuteness aggression

Rating: Everyone

Words: 1,133

Summary: Dew gets fit for his new uniform with the other water ghouls, and Mist couldn't be more proud of him.

Water ghoul bonding time.

Many thanks to @forlorn-crows for organizing mushy may :^)

“You need to stop wriggling around or you’re going to keep getting pricked,” River warned through clenched teeth, the thin silver pins held between them bobbing as he spoke.

Dew frowned at his reflection in the mirror and then found River's dark gaze staring back at him. His eyes narrowed when Dew dared to heave his shoulders in a sigh, giving the charcoal fabric a bit of a tug to pull it taut around his skinny frame. He wanted to throw his head back and groan, air his frustrations, but knew better than to. Especially when River was equipped with multiple sharp objects, he was dangerous enough unarmed. That didn't stop his tail from lashing to and fro, Dew could hold his tongue but not his tail it seemed.

“I've been standing here for ages, how are you not done?”

“Because I take pride in my work, thank you very much” River bit as Dew's tail knocked against his leg.

Behind him, he watched Lake move to River's side. Oddly gentle as he tucked a strand of inky hair behind River's ear before leaning in to whisper something Dew couldn't quite catch, punctuating whatever comment he'd made with a kiss pressed to his temple. It seemed to force the soured, irritated expression from River's face, and Lake shot him a half grin in the mirror.

“I get it, oh I hate having to play dress form for him too, but we'd have been done ages ago if you could just hold still a little bit. This would go sooo much faster.”

“How's the man supposed to work when you keep squirming like a tadpole?” Mist tutted at him from her place on the couch, and Dew turned to look at her.

If looks could kill.

“You're supposed to be on my side,” his voice pitched into a whine and Mist snickered into the back of her hand. “Maybe if the man hurried up I wouldn't be so restless!” He huffed, shoulders dropping once again.

A sudden sharp prick in his hip caused Dew to yelp and made his posture go rigid. He jerked away from River only to be pulled back so he could properly pin the fabric in place. He tried to hide it by ducking his face down but Dew could see that smirk. A glimpse of shiny white fangs. He hissed between his teeth, silent curses thrown at the two older water ghouls playing innocent as they continued to work.

“Oh that was on purpose you dick!”

“The last five have been on purpose, dear” River said, sort of sweetly, sort of venomous. It was always hard to tell when it came to him.

Mist turned her face away. Forced to in order to hide a proper laugh from her protege and his big sad wet eyes, lest his pout cement itself to his face - permanently sporting the look of a kicked puppy. He had an almost adorable quality to him like this, despite the fact Dew was bigger in stature than her, he looked small. The uniform, still not exactly sized to fit yet, didn't help. Too much fabric on his scrawny frame. Surrounded by two taller, bigger water ghouls, Dew looked dainty in comparison. No more than a guppy.

She remembered the day she was fit for her uniform. To say she wasn't just as restless would be a lie, but she didn't dare to fidget when Delta was the one holding sharp objects. At least he had been more time efficient than River. Mist couldn't exactly blame Dew for moving so much, it was an exciting and daunting moment for him. It had been for all of them.

Traditionally, she would have been the one to fit him for his uniform. Mentors almost always were the ones to do it, a sibling had once compared it to being a graduation of sorts. Mist would have liked to, and it was a bit of a jab at her pride that she couldn't. Her own fault, really. She just never got the hang of the whole sewing thing.

Water had popped in to be part of the moment briefly towards the start, but couldn't stay. He'd tussled Dew's hair as he gave him a once over before departing. Dew still hadn't smoothed any of that pretty silver hair back into place, River hadn't let him lift his arm long enough to do so. Delta was the only water ghoul, former water ghoul, who hadn't made an appearance which stung ever so slightly. More likely than not, Delta was lending himself to Omega. Assisting in Aether's tailoring. At least she hoped that's where he was. He'd been drifting aimlessly a lot more these last few weeks.

Her smile faltered at the thought, and Dew tipped his head to question the sudden change in her expression. Mist shook her head. Silently dismissing whatever concern she'd evoked as she pushed herself to her feet, finally truly taking in the sight of him.

Her face softened, he had an awful habit of making something inside of her melt without trying, and this moment was no different. She stepped close and took his face in both hands, turning him to look at her. Dew's skin was just as cool to the touch as hers, but he felt warmer the longer she held him.

“Oh droplet, look at you,” Mist sighed fondly and his eyes flicked away. He was awful at holding eye contact when he got flustered. “All grown up and about to be on your own.”

“Mist-” Dew mumbled, color warming his cheeks as River and Lake began to snicker.

“What? Can't I be proud of my little shark pup?” She squished his face between both hands, knocking their horns together. “Finally getting to see you through your rite of passage.”

“You're being sappy, it's gross.”

“I think I've earned being sappy!” Mist forcefully shook his head side to side with a huff, “look so handsome in your uniform I could just eat you up.”

“Mist!” He whined, pawing weakly at her. Pink spreading to the tips of his ears. “Stoooop-”

River and Lake's laughter was harder to ignore, adding to his ever growing embarrassment. Mist shot them both a glare before turning her attention back to him. Whiplash, sharp stare becoming gentle. Adoration. He clearly wanted to bury his face in his hands and let the floor open up to swallow him whole. She chuckled and pecked a little kiss to the tip of his nose, pinching one of his reddened cheeks before finally relenting.

“Fine, fine, because you hate letting me have my fun.” Mist waved him off and traded places with the other two ghouls, letting them work to get Dew safely out of the pin-filled cloth with minimal injury.

#IT IS FINALLY MY EXCUSE TO WRITE THE OLD GHOULS MWAHAHAH #void writing #writing #nameless ghouls #mist ghoulette #dewdrop ghoul #river ghoul #lake ghoul #water ghouls #the band ghost #ghost the band #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost bc #mushy may 2024 #mushy may

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q8q · 1 year

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rain in may

#5 #nature #landscape #curators on tumblr #landscape photography #photography #nature photography #train #rain #may #trees #fog #foggy #mist #japan

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lulublack90 · 5 days

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Prompt 16 - Mist

@jegulus-microfic May 16, Word count 619

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Prompt - Mist

He flung the cloak over himself and slowly climbed the seven floors of stairs up to Gryffindor Tower. The spiral staircase was one too many and by the time he got to his bed he barely had enough energy to put the jar somewhere safe before he passed out.

The next afternoon he met Regulus in the come and go room. He took with him the jar full of dew.

“Wow you got it all!” Regulus exclaimed before darting forward and snatching the jar out of James’s hands. “You even got more than Remus said you needed to.” Regulus looked up at him with a hungry look in his eye. “What’s next? The full moon is in a few days. What do I do with the leaf?” He was almost bouncing off the walls. James had to take a second and remind himself that it was Regulus standing in front of him and not Sirius, the energy was that similar.

Regulus settled as James carefully took the jar from his hands and led him over to the crystal phials.

“Okay, you need to pick one of these for the next part,” He directed. Regulus scanned the shelves and selected an ornate phial. It was beautiful and entirely unnecessary for the animagus potion, but it screamed Regulus, so James didn’t say anything. “Right so on the full moon we’ll go outside again like last time and what you’ll do is hold the phial up, so the moonlight hits it, and then you remove the leaf and put it in the phial along with one of your own hairs.” Regulus nodded along absorbing the information. “Then,” James carried on. “The next morning you’ll need to add a silver teaspoon of the dew into the phial. You'll need to do this every day for the next seven days. Have you managed to get the death’s-head hawk moth chrysalis yet?”

“Yes, it’s safe in my trunk,” Regulus replied.

“Excellent. So yeah, after seven days, add that to the phial, and then you need to put it somewhere quiet and dark, where no one is going to disturb it. You can’t look at it so you have to make sure it’s secure.” As if the room was listening, a small chest appeared on a shelf that James was certain hadn’t been there before. “Okay then. I guess you can put it there. And then this next bit is the most important bit. Twice a day, at sunrise and sunset, you need to speak this incantation with your wand over your heart.” James demonstrated the pose and Regulus copied him. “Amato, Animo Animato Animagus,” He chanted. Regulus chanted the words back at him perfectly.

“Amato, Animo, Animato Animagus.” James nodded excitedly.

“Yes, perfect. So you have to keep doing that until there’s a storm with lighting and that's when the real magic happens.” He clapped his hands together, making Regulus jump. “Oh, oh, in case I forget to say at some point you’re going to feel like you have another heart beat. It is totally normal, do not go and see Madam Pomfrey.” James warned.

Again, he’d piled a lot of information onto Regulus, but Regulus didn’t seem at all phased.

“You got anywhere you need to be?” He asked James. James shook his head no, and Regulus was on him. James picked him up and carted him off to the sofa. The fire roared to life in the grate as they neared, and they wasted the afternoon together.

When the full moon came it was a cold, damp night. Mist swirled around their ankles as they gazed up at the night sky. The clouds parted, and they were bathed in pale moonlight.

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wrathofrats · 20 days

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Mushy May Day 1- doing each others makeup (I changed it heyyyy)

Thanks to the icon @forlorn-crows for the prompts !

Mist gives a recently transitioned cirrus a makeover

“Mist I look like a clown” cirrus grumbled as mist dusted more powder onto her cheeks. She had some kind of brown palette in her hand, the other hand brushing side to side along her cheekbone. The bristles were borderline scratchy, the powder sitting heavily on her skin. She wasn’t used to it and truly didn’t understand how mist and cumulus did this so often.

“You look pretty storm cloud, just let me work” mist dabbed some kind of sponge along her jawline. It was soft, bouncing along her skin while mist smeared more “contour” along her jaw and neck. She could barely see her reflection beyond the ghoulette who stood in front of her. It was more than likely on purpose, mist hoping for some kind of big reveal of her makeover.

A long black skirt flowed around her ankles as she kicked her feet gently. Simply passing the time while mist worked on her. It was covered in small orange and white flowers and little vines that nearly blended into the dark fabric. Mist threw it at her saying that she just had it in her collection, and that cirrus could keep it. The flowers matched a burnt orange sweater that mist picked from cirrus’s own closet.

“Are you sure I look alright?” Cirrus asked. She hadn’t been allowed to look in the mirror since mist had picked out her new outfit. A part of her felt off, felt as if she was wearing some costume instead of a real outfit she could actually wear out and around the abbey.

“You look beautiful, you’re absolutely stunning like this” mist smiled proudly, a sparkle of adoration in her eyes.

“Will cumulus still like me like this?” Cirrus whispered, more to herself than anything. Cumulus had always been supportive of her, along with the whole pack. But she couldn’t help the nagging anxiety that gnawed at her brain telling her that cumulus would’ve prefered her before.

“Cumulus cried in the kitchen drunk because she realized that she would still love you even if you were a worm, yes she will still love you” mist combed her fingers through cirrus’s short brown hair, styling and picking at the clips she had in it. “She will love you even more, especially if you’re comfortable like this”

“I guess”

“Are you ready to see yourself cir?” Mist beamed, rubbing her fingers along the backs of cirrus’ hands.

“Yeah, show me”

mist moved to the side, revealing cirrus to her mirror that sat in front of her bed. It was nothing too crazy, her cheeks were pinker, her eyes were covered in a brown shadow and some kind of gold shimmer, and her face looked softer, painted to look softer. She was enamored, grazing her fingers along her cheeks and the waves in her hair.

She did look pretty.

#mushy may #I thought this was cute #trans cirrus my beloved #also ohhh she’s so in love w cumulus #BUT CUMULUS IS SO IN LOVE WITH JER #no one look at me #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #cirrus ghoulette #mist ghoulette #mushy may 2024

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yonemurishiroku · 5 months

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Alabaster is a son of Hecate so by all logic, he should know how to manipulate the Mist, yeah? Omg, what if Luke entrusts his mother to Alabaster so when everything has ended, Al returns to May's house, disguised as her son so that she's no longer waiting in vain.

And then Nico, the homeless kid he is, chooses to visit May someday just for the sake of his conscience, sees "Luke Castellan" alive and well. His first reaction is of course "How tf are you still alive?" before trying to literally exorcise him.

Alabaster knows of Nico as one of the main reasons besides Percy Jackson that contributed to their failure. Which means that they are technically enemies still.

And then Nico tries to poke him with that soul-sucking sword.

And things just devolve from there.

#disregarding the fact that May probably thinks every boy knocking on her door is her son #bc i want to indulge in Al and his mist manipulation #and also yeah I'm weak when it comes to Luke and May and Alabaster #so much angst. a mother waiting for a son who never returns #alabaster torrington #luke castellan #nicobaster #nico di angelo #yone rambling #may castellan

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ramblingoak · 7 days

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The Perfect Moment

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 14 - Doing Each Others' Makeup

Mist x Aurora (using a bonus prompt today and kind of playing with it a bit)

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. It's sort of like a Satanic version of a Hallmark town. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Mist owns an antique store called The Reliquary and Aurora owns Little Sunshine Tattoos ~

Warnings: mentions of a tattoo needle otherwise just very sappy, sfw, 670 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

“You need to hold still unless you want me to mess up.”

“I am holding still.” Mist ignored Aurora’s look, taking a deep breath and trying to relax again. It wasn’t that the needle hurt, it just felt…weird. The buzzing sound was almost worse but Aurora had put some music on that was helping her tune it out. “How does it look?”

“Hideous.”

Alright she deserved that. She resolved to stay quiet and let Aurora work. The ghoulette had been fretting over the design of the tattoo for weeks now. Sometimes even going over to Mountain’s to get Rain’s opinion. Mist had seen dozens of different variations of it, each one more beautiful than the next. She had started to feel bad about asking Aurora since it was obvious her girlfriend was stressing over the whole thing but to Mist there was no one else she’d rather have design it.

And obviously no one else she’d rather have tattoo it.

“Thank you.” Mist glanced over when the buzzing stopped, her eyes immediately meeting those of Aurora’s. “I’m glad you’re doing it.”

“Baby, I’m honored you asked me.” Aurora grabbed a rag and wiped away some excess ink. “And the design you wanted it’s…well…”

“It’s what? I thought you liked the idea.”

“I do! Mist, I love it. It's…well it’s us.” The ghoulette sniffled a bit and Mist felt her own eyes watering slightly. “I love you so much.”

She knew she wasn’t supposed to move but nothing was going to stop her from kissing Aurora at that moment. The ghoulette’s lips were soft like always, a hint of coffee still clinging to them from earlier. It was chaste at first but like usual it didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen, for their mouths to open and their tongues to tangle together. Mist pulled away after a moment and cupped Aurora’s cheek, swiping at the few tears that had escaped with her fingers.

“You’re such a sap.” She yelped when Aurora playfully nipped at her thumb. “But I love you too.”

“I’m never going to get tired of you saying that.”

“Me calling you a sap or saying I love you?”

“Hmm, probably both.” Mist grinned as she settled back in the chair, placing her arm back where it had been resting before. “I’m almost done. Just going to add some color to the water.”

“Take your time.”

When Aurora started the tattoo gun up again Mist looked down at her lap, focusing on the silver ring the ghoulette had given her not too long ago. There was a single pink stone on the band, the same shade of pink as Aurora’s eyes. She still couldn’t believe it, her and Aurora were now engaged. They had gone and picked out a matching ring for Aurora too, but her stone was the same shade of blue as Mist’s eyes.

It was a moment she was never going to forget. They had trekked out into the woods a bit, heading towards the pond that was close to Mountain’s farmhouse. The whole town was awake and watching the skies, waiting for the aurora borealis to appear. It was an occurrence so rare that a big event had been made of it. People were camped out in their yards or in the various parks around town.

But Aurora had wanted to be away from everyone, claiming that she just wanted to have a nice private picnic together. It didn’t really matter to Mist, there wasn’t much Aurora could ask her to do that she’d say no to. Besides, a picnic next to the water with the aurora borealis above their heads? It was the perfect moment, a moment Mist would never forget for as long as she lived.

And it was a moment she had decided to memorialize with a tattoo. One that combined her favorite spot in town with her favorite moment of her life. One created by her favorite person too. Satanas, they were both sappy and gross.

Mist wouldn’t have it any other way.

If you'd like to be added/removed from the tag list (or if I accidentally left your name off) of this fic or any of my others please leave a comment or send me a dm! Thank you 💙

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More snippets from this verse are on my masterlist under "Ongoing Series"!

Other Mushy May days: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15

#mist x aurora #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #mushy may 2024 #tales from lucifer's hollow #oakie's writing #nameless ghoulettes

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drenchedfireworks · 7 months

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Whatever you do, do not think about Elain torturing Lucien by pulling all her hair off her back and over her shoulder, and asking him to tighten the strings on her corset.

Lucien, praying for strength from higher forces, has to block out her scent, the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers, her hair that's tickling the side of his face, her nape, the slope of her throat, the dip of her waist- so, so tiny and the curve of her ass.

When he finally (miraculously) manages to tighten and ties all the strings together, Elain turns and shyly holds a box up to him, the lid open and displaying the single petal shaped ruby pendant with the rosegold chain, the delicate piece being the first gift he'd given her when he officially started courting her.

Her request does not have to be voiced. Carefully, Lucien takes it out of the box and lays it against her chest, once again trying to keep his focus on the task at hand and off the generous view of her cleavage and the supple skin of her breasts that was accentuated by the corset. Once Lucien is done, he steps back to admire his handiwork and catches his mate's eye in mirror, noticing her mischievous expression. She loves putting him on the spot. Courting her before they accepted the mating bond meant he could not act on his baser instincts that were begging him to rip the corset off her and take her to bed instead of the dinner they were getting ready for.

That doesn't mean he doesn't get his own revenge. Months later when he can finally undo those strings for a change, he does so with deliberate slowness that drives Elain half-mad until she turns and pulls on his belt, her mouth scrunching up in exasperation while she tries to make Lucien go quicker, rid her of her clothes faster. And he does. Until all she's wearing is the ruby pendant, one he hooks two fingers in and pulls her up with to kiss her while he's buried so deep in that she can feel him in her stomach.

Later, Lucien decides Elain needs a matching crown.

#I may have written this on a whim #lucien-corset ripper-vanserra #I've been seeing too many corset posts #elain archeron #elain x lucien #elain acotar #pro elain #elucien fanfiction #elucien #lucien vanserra #a court of frost and starlight #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin

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sonyaheaneyauthor · 4 days

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Foggy autumn morning in Canberra, Australia. May 2022.

#autumn #nature #landscape #australian bush #canberra #autumn mist #autumn forest #countryside #australian capital territory #may #bush capital #trees

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the-darkestminds · 2 months

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I always see posts about people needing a break from Tumblr to escape the toxicity of the sjm fandom (respect, do what u gotta do) but for real that could never be me. I love this shit, tell me why I'm so passionately fighting on the internet with strangers about which fictional characters are gonna end up together 😭 it's so funny to me I love fighting with people (respectfully lol) and it will be even funnier in the end if i'm deadass wrong about all my favorite ships.

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lbhslefttiddie · 16 days

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ruminating once again on the concept of murdering shen yuan for fun suspense and ghosty reasons and like. i like the concept of trying to write a murder mystery but fanfiction doesnt really Work for murder mysteries because you know what everyone is about before you read the first paragraph. there's very little mystery to be had in guessing between a set of likely candidates, and a lot of it has less to do with logic and puzzling things out and more to do with judging how the author interprets 7 and also 9 so ive been stuck ruminating on it for ages.

and then earlier i had a stroke of what im not going to call genius because i thought "the best way to add a twist to a scum villain murder mystery!!! would be if the person who murdered shen yuan!! was also shen yuan!!!"

#rambles #i mean really what i think would work best would be if it was not murder mystery at all but a thriller #yeah it a fanfic we all know what everyone's about there's little room for surprising reveals of hidden motivations and such #so lets just get this out of the way. here's shen yuan. he is dead. here's the guy who killed him #and then make the suspense tied not to figuring OUT the killer but finding a way to stop/incriminate them before they escape/kill more ppl #also i love melancholy settings such as ghosts tied to once loved now abandoned places but i do NOT like sad endings #if we get to the end and its like yayyyyy you did it!!! you stopped the killer!! yippee (shen yuan dissolves into mist) i will kill and mai #maybe thats my real issue i love the premise but cant visualize a satisfying ending #for the record this is the same premise i had in mind for an art i did back in the twitter days. i just enjoy the aesthetic i guess LOL

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geopsych · 1 year

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A few along the lake early yesterday.

#pennsylvania #landscape #sunrise #mist #fog #may #springtime #lake

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feralghxuls · 1 year

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could you tell us abt those teeth thing headcanons you mentioned in the tags? i am v interested

YES I COULD

i am SO glad you asked i love this concept very much

it's based on the way that people who work with big cats will often work with them until the animals allow them to touch their teeth, which is mainly so that they are able to do periodic examinations and so they won't flip out if they need dental work or something like that, but it's also a huge show of trust between animal and handler

for simplicity's sake, i'll go through the ghouls with the idea that it's copia or terzo doing this, with some extras for those who have notably different responses to other ghouls doing this rather than their papa

headcanons about ghouls getting their teefies examined under the cut!

aether is a very good boy, his ears go down a little when copia approaches him with the intent of touching his teeth, but he opens right up when asked and will hold still for as long as he needs to. but he will be whining softly in the back of his throat the whole time, and when he's done he looks a little bit like he's going to cry. it's very stressful for him but he Will Do It when asked

cirrus does not like it AT ALL. copia was shocked when he asked her to open up for him the first time and she pinned her ears and growled at him. he tried to be placating, explaining that it's necessary, but she wasn't having it. they had to call in backup (mountain) to hold her still and even then she was still shrieking and squalling like she's being killed. copia had to learn how to be very quick about it, and the second cirrus gets to have her teeth back she shakes it off and acts like nothing happened at all (only cumulus and mountain have any chance at touching her teeth without it being a full-on fight for their lives)

cumulus is very cooperative! she kinda really loves it actually, she already has her mouth wide open and teeth bared for examining before copia even gets close enough to touch, all ^.^ cause she knows she's got good teeth and that the others aren't quite as willing. and also, she'll never admit it but she likes the attention and the praise when copia says her teeth are surprisingly much sharper than they look (he definitely nicked his fingers the first time and she kissed it better)

dew is...temperamental, to no one's surprise. when copia approaches to examine his teeth, the phrase "if looks could kill" still doesn't scratch the surface of the death glare dew gives him. he scowls and growls and resists when copia slips his thumb into the side of his mouth, but he's surprisingly patient once he's in there. dew won't allow it forever, so copia has to be pretty quick about it or he definitely will lose fingers. there's also plenty of times when dew straight up refuses, and they have to call in aether or rain to pry his mouth open and hold him still

with terzo he was a little more willing, partly because terzo spent the whole time telling him how pretty and sharp his teeth are & he took pride in that. it took several months before he allowed terzo to touch his teeth though, and even longer with copia

mountain keeps up a low, terrifying growl the entire time copia approaches, ears pinned and everything, but the second copia starts to reach for his mouth he opens it himself rather than having to be made to open up. he still keeps up that growl but surprisingly, he's willing to hold still for as long as copia wants to poke around in there (after copia figured that part out, there was one time he spent quite a while, absolutely fascinated by how sharp mountain's molars are and his sets of long double canines)

rain doesn't like this at all. he will cooperate, because he respects and trusts copia, and he won't growl or anything but his mouth does start to slowly close down the longer copia takes, a subtle threat to hurry the fuck up or lose a finger. there's been a few close calls where copia wasn't paying enough attention (too focused on all the little razor sharp needle teeth between rain's canines and how it kinda looks like he's got two rows...) and had to jerk his hand back at the last second. as soon as copia's done, rain skitters off to go recover from the whole ordeal. swiss has special teeth touching privileges though, and rain accepts this from him with great affection.

swiss is surprisingly squirmy about it. he wants to be good, he really does, but there's just something about the feeling of fingers on his teeth that he really can't stand. especially when copia rubs across his molars, he's accidentally bitten down on him before (not enough to draw blood, and he apologized abundantly after, but. oops. copia is more gentle in the future). he definitely clings to copia's arm while his hand is in his mouth, and his tail is a damn weapon to anyone within range. copia wishes he could spend more time looking at swiss's teeth though, because he, like mountain, also has double canines, the outside ones not quite as long as mountain's but just as sharp. when he is done, he steps back and licks over his teeth & lips like a dog who's just been given a spoonful of peanut butter (which copia privately thinks its fricken adorable)

stratus likes to snap her teeth as copia approaches, but she's also grinning like a little imp. she thinks it's funny how he flinches a little and pretends like he doesn't, but when it comes down to it she opens wide and even pulls her tongue out of the way for him. but it's a bit of a trap; she won't fully chomp down on him, but she does gnaw on his hand while he's trying to feel around in her mouth. mostly she doesn't draw blood, but she does have lots of sharp little teeth like a kitten, so it happens on accident. don't worry though, she always licks it better (no matter how many times copia gently tries to explain to her that the healing properties of ghoul saliva doesn't really work on humans)

BONUS

alpha will absolutely refuse to let terzo anywhere near his mouth, except to bite him. (that's his story, anyway. they'll take it to their graves but he does let terzo check his teeth as long as there's absolutely no chance anyone else is anywhere nearby). he puts up a good fight with secondo but eventually relents, because secondo doesn't hesitate to get mean as fuck about it. and he doesn't get a choice with primo. with primo, he hardly gets the chance to think about it, the old man is extremely spry and very good at lulling alpha into the false complacency with conversation, and then he springs it on alpha and the whole thing is over before he even processes what happened.

(and just for shits and giggles, and because i have been talking about them lately: he growls and glares the whole time when swiss pries his mouth open, putting up a good front. but he always lets swiss poke around in his mouth for as long as he wants and he always opens up on the first ask. (this wasn't true the first time, or several times after that; he put up a good fight but swiss eventually won, because he always does))

omega is a good boy for terzo and only terzo. even then he still resists a little, tipping his head up out of reach until terzo reaches up to slip his thumb into the corner of his mouth, and once he gets his mouth open, he's very good and patient, doesn't even whine like aether. with secondo, he definitely resists a bit more, tossing his head around even as he verbally agrees to open up, he won't at first. again though, good boy once his mouth is open. primo asks him once, and barely gives him the chance to answer before he does the same thing he does to alpha, quick as a damn snake and it's over before he knows it. though sometimes primo will spend a while exploring inside his mouth, he mostly is just very deft and professional about it.

ifrit is the goodest boy. he loves having his teeth examined and likes to follow terzo's fingers around in his mouth with his tongue, fascinated to feel what terzo is feeling. he always asks if he passed after, and terzo smiles at him and says his teeth are in excellent form as always. sometimes he tracks down his bestie swisstopher and just goes :V at him until swiss pokes around in his mouth and ifrit purrs at him the whole time. he loves it.

mist is okay with it, you have to catch her in the right mood (which terzo has terrible luck with). he learned quickly that if she's not having it, it's best to give up and try again later because he's liable to lose half his fingers and his bassist if he pushes it. if she is in a cooperative mood though, she's still not exactly nice about it. she gives him a nasty side-eye the whole time and barely opens her mouth wide enough for him to get a couple fingers in there. however, she almost always will let omega into her mouth, so terzo mostly just lets him handle that. they have a weird relationship, built on high levels of mutual respect while also keeping each other in check & being unafraid to call each other on their shit.

chAir is an absolute monster if anyone but ifrit tries to open his mouth, and even then he Grumbles and growls about how ridiculous and demeaning this is. ifrit just shrugs and keeps at it, says it's important and has to be done, a ghoul's teeth are vital organs. to which chAir scoffs and mutters something about doubting whether or not ifrit would even know if anything is amiss if he thinks teeth are organs. (ifrit and chAir also have a strange relationship, in which ifrit adores chAir and chAir is a grumpy old man who begrudgingly accepts ifrit's affections)

terzo tries to insist that his human dentist knows what they're doing, but omega insists he hush and let him look. he is fascinated by terzo's blunt molars and his tiny, cute little canines, and spends quite some time running his fingertips over the smooth edges of his teeth until terzo's jaw aches.

copia thinks it's very sweet of his ghouls to try to check his teeth, but he also has a dentist and can they please do this one at a time and not four of them at once. mountain wants to know how his eensy flat molars chew anything at all, stratus says that he ought to sharpen his teeth more often and is puzzled when copia explains that it doesn't work like that. swiss spends a while prodding at the sharpest edges he can find and laments that he can't get any of them to prick his fingertips, and how it must be difficult for copia to live like this, unable to bite his partners effectively. dew thinks copia is doing this for attention (he also wants to poke around in copia's mouth, but he'll never admit it).

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Day 19: confessions - mist and aether talking about dews transition. Aether thinks she hates him, she doesn’t, and they talk about their feelings

It helps to read this piece and some of the stuff in #wrath’s ghost lore before hand, but it’s not necessary. Just know aether did dews transition.

Thank you to @forlorn-crows as always for this month <3

Warnings for small talks of mortality, it’s kinda angsty but I made it better so.

“How did you-“

“Dewdrop” aether interrupted.

Mist sat under one of the old concrete arches that decorated the back of an abandoned chapel. One of the little ones that primo had used before the clergy grew out of it. Let sit to gather vines and moss. Leaves decorated the pillars, the walkway was full of cracks and so overgrown that it was almost hard to follow.

There was a sense of tranquility in the chaos. The fresh smell of plants and old water that had seeped into the grooves of the concrete made mist feel at ease, nothing to order her around, nothing to remind her of the strict order she was to follow when in front of the other siblings.

“He’s such a snitch” mist snorted. She patted the ground next to her, motioning for aether to join her.

“He told me what happened” aether sighed, leaning back against the structure. He jumped slightly at the cool feeling on his back, before settling in completely.

“How much?”

“Said you went off on him. That you were upset he actually changed his element”

Mist cringed. She brought her knees tight to her chest as dewdrops jacket now felt shameful around her shoulders. Part of her almost wanted to just get up and walk away to avoid the confrontation. She knew dew probably told aether what she said about him, that she had partially blamed him. Words spat in the heat of the moment begging dew just to look at her.

“He told me what you said”

“I’m sure aethers real pleased with his work this time” mist bit

“If omega of all ghouls can fuck up did you really expect me to trust aether?”

“Aether I-“ mist choked. She cringed remembering her own words, bitter tasting in her mouth now that the target of her anger sat next to her.

“Don’t, I understand why you’re upset,” he sighed. The air felt thick around them, a heavy cold that encapsulated them both as the sun went down.

“Yeah but I’m not upset with you”

Mist doesn’t know who she’s upset with if she’s being honest. Maybe herself for feeling betrayed even if dew didn’t pick pride over an animalistic fate like she did. Maybe papa for letting her choose her own reality of not transitioning. Maybe whatever sick divine being cursed them to be like this. None of her feelings seem correct. She couldn’t pick an answer on what’s appropriate to feel about this even if she tried.

“No one seems to be. I kinda hoped you were the one to actually see through this bullshit " Aether threw his head back to rest against the wall, staring up at the dark patches of algae on the top of the arch.

“What do you mean? No one should be mad at you aeth”

“I did that to him, I ruined him”

“You saved him.” Mist turned to face him, a concerned look on her face. A gust of wind cut against the tears in her eyes, making her realize that she had once again started crying.

“He’s not himself anymore mist, so does it even matter?”

Aether sighed, chewing his lip in frustration. The lingering light of the sunset cast a cold shadow on him making him shiver as he moved to stand up.

“He’s more himself than he ever was” mist practically whispered. She gave him a pleading look, motioning him to continue to sit with her.

“He won’t even look at you mist”

“But that’s always been dew. He’s had a fiery personality since he was summoned. I could’ve used his favorite cup and he would’ve ignored me for hours over it”

Aether stopped to stare at her, a puzzled look in his eye.

“I would give anything for him to just talk to me, but that’s my fault anyways. He’s always been a volatile bundle of emotions, it’s just fitting he now has the element to match” she laughed.

There was a rare crack in her pride that made her feel solemn. Asking if she herself made the right decision to stay a water ghoul. The choice between staying true to herself and succumbing to a natural fate or potentially becoming a botched version of herself that was barely mist anymore.

Dew was thriving. He had his scars and sudden outbursts that weren’t exactly there before, but he was happy, and that’s all mist needed to care about.

“I just don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself” aether mumbled, sitting closer to mist while she wrapped the small jacket around his shoulders.

“You will. One day you’ll see how bright his smile has gotten and you’ll realize it was worth it.”

#mushy may 2024 #mushy may #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #mist ghoulette #aether ghoul

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