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The Star
[Omega has thoughts, Dew is a thot, Aether and Terzo are mentioned, and Rain is a peeping tom.] Below the cut.
Omega looks down at Dew, who stares up at him a little wide-eyed when the larger of the pair reaches down to scratch under his chin.
Dew lets out a low purr, the buzz tingling against Omega's fingers, and closes his eyes, nuzzling his cheek into his palm when he moves it to cup his face.
He takes this moment to take in the ghoul's glamoured form and thinks about how Terzo had made it no secret that he enjoyed Dew's softer, human features... very, very much...
He could see why his lover had been so enamored with the man before him, and Omega cannot deny the rush he feels when Dew turns his head to kiss his palm, catching his gaze once more in an almost innocent way.
Despite his obviously attractive qualities, Omega has never slept with Dew before.
Sometime after the younger ghoul had been called forth from the pit and made whole in the body of Baphomet's choosing, almost stubbornly, Omega had denied himself the pleasure of even imagining such things, for reasons that he can no longer remember.
Perhaps it was because he'd been so focused on Terzo at the time, that he hadn't noticed Dew's advances.
Or maybe it was because even Dew had been more interested in someone else at the time.
Omega thinks of Aether, of how his protégé had fallen head over heels for the other ghoul from the moment he batted his pretty, pale lashes at him...
Changing his grip to a firmer one, Omega tilts Dew's head to the side, following the line his neck creatures down the expanse of his body.
There's not a single place on here that his protégé hasn't touched, and something about that thought makes him the slightest bit uncomfortable about the idea of moving forward without confirming whether or not there were still any feelings lingering there behind blue eyes.
He doesn't ask though.
He drowns out that little voice in the back of his head with the feeling of Dew taking him into his mouth.
Dew swallows him like he's nothing, no resistance, and Omega lets out a sigh as his cock sinks in further.
It doesn't take much for Omega to start filling out, and for a moment he tries to imagine it's Terzo down there on his knees, but the thought gets shot out of his head the second Dew pulls back and kitten licks his slit.
Terzo was good at a lot of things, but Dew?
"You were made for this, weren't you?" Omega almost coos at the ghoul, dragging his nails through his hair until they catch on a single knot in the silk and pull ever so slightly.
Dew lets out a moan that can only be described as sinful, and Omega happily wads his hair into his fist and tugs again.
It's not long before he can peek and see Dew's own arousal growing, and it's right as he's about to cum that Omega grins towards a crack in the door.
"Well, now... You're not at all who I expected to see." he whispers into the creature's mind.
Black, colorless eyes glare at him, possessive... obsessed.
Dew gives a whine and squeezes his thighs together, unaware of the reason why Omega had halted his assault on his throat.
"If you want him that badly..."
The door creaks slightly as webbed fingers dig at the wood.
"...You'll have to be quicker next time."
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Build a Sib Pt. 3
Okay, so with the results of this poll, we now have this information on the sibling of sin we have started to create:
1.) They're a half ghoul.
and,
2.) They're the result of a human and a ghoul getting together.
Now that we know the very, very basics of what they are and how they got here, let's get a bit more specific and work on WHO they are.
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I would not forsake
The warm embrace of your love
For the simple fact
That I realized
In loving you
That it was not the kind
Between two sharing bedsheets
Or tender kisses
All the same
I find comfort
My hand in your hand
Even if you make yourself
A scene in every movement
And I prefer the curtain closed
I loved you first
I loved you last
And I
Would not forsake
That warm embrace
Of your love
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The Feel of Coldness Only Water Brings
[I wrote more RainDrop. They're fishing. Only fishing. Song title from To Someone From a Warm Climate by Hozier.] Let's go.
He's watching Rain, the way he uses his teeth to tie knots in the line.
Something about the awkward tug, the quirk of his lips trying not to wrap 'round the flavorless nylon, it gives him pause.
It's such a quick thing, but Dew plays it over and over again in his mind.
He remembers, back when the grass was tall and sweet, how Rain would practice those same knots, plucking stalks from the ground and tonguing the green, nibbling on it when they failed to hold the tight bind he sought.
Rain's teeth aren't quite pearly white, they aren't all even or celebrity pretty, but the bite of them on the fishing line makes Dew wonder what they'd look like gnawing at something with more give to it.
His imagination runs wild, and for a moment he forgets where he is, until Rain presses the rod into his hand and moves behind him to guide his arms into place.
He presses closer than Dew thinks is necessary, his chest flush to his back.
But Dew can't seem to bring himself to mind.
A steady stream of breath sweeps across the crown of his head, displacing a few flyaway hairs.
And though they stay like this for just a second.
To Dew, it is a lifetime.
It is a lifetime.
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If you're ever wondering what my writing set up looks like:
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The firmness of the mattress is a lie, I am essentially on the ground.
Also, yes, there is something under the mattress and I do rotate it, it's basically a foam mat and I personally rate it a 5/10, gets the job done, but I legit slept on the floor from the ages of 11-19 and I can attest to the fact that the floor is probably a 6 in comparison.
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A Complicated Sort of Tension
[It's not love, but it is. One-sided Dewther into RainDrop. I was just chillin' and somehow we ended up here.] Let's go.
There is a tension there, and Dew finds, to his surprise, it's not love.
Not in the traditonal sense.
He loves Aether, but -though he might partake in his flesh, and adore his body- to call it that, the feeling of it falls flat on his tongue and leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
He is happy to see Aether, to spend time with him, to press his body to his, and let the other man pull him apart only to piece him back together...
Yet.
The idea of Aether as his partner for life, as the center of his world in a romantic context... No.
No, he didn't want that.
The more he sat with the feelings he felt for Aether, the more apparent it was that he was his friend, not a lover, but no less dear to him.
Dew had almost felt betrayed when he realized it.
More than that, he was worried.
Worried that in telling Aether he didn't feel the same, that his head and his heart couldn't...
"I understand." Aether had said.
But the hurt was there regardless.
How could it not be?
Dew second guesses himself.
Maybe he's just scared of committing himself to something long term.
Maybe his insecurities are pushing back at him and keeping him from something he actually wants deep down.
But no.
No.
"...I don't..." Dew starts, "...I don't understand."
Because if that were the case.
If he was secretly in love with Aether.
Why is his heart pounding right now?
Rain gives him a look over his shoulder, back still to him as he plucks more leaves off the bush beside the bench they're sitting on.
"You're allowed to not feel the same way." he whispers, meekly, "Just because someone says they're in love with you... You don't have to go along with it every time."
Dew looks at his hands, and then the neatly arranged stones between his feet.
"...What else can I do?" he asks, voice cracking in a way that makes him snap his jaws shut tight.
The water ghoul shifts, swinging his legs so that his left bumps against Dew's right.
"You say no."
You say no.
Dew turns to look at him, eyes stinging ever so slightly.
"...And if I say it because I like someone who might not even like me back?"
Rain hums.
"You take the risk."
Dew wets his lips with his tongue.
"...Do you want to risk it... with me?"
A warm breeze passes between them, rustling the branches overhead, and Rain takes that moment to breathe, releasing the leaf he's pinched between his fingers.
...Something about the way Rain kisses him in that moment just feels right.
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Mountain, entering his room and climbing into bed, pulling back the sheets: "...And what are you doing in here?" Dewdles, Dew's imp, tucked into bed like he owns it: "...Eep." Mountain, nudging him: "Out, out-" Dewdles: -digging down deeper into the blankets- Mountain: "I will lay on you. I'll do it and I'll make it look like an accident." Dew, appearing from under a pile of pillows on the bed: "Don't crush my imp, he's only a baby." Mountain: "And why are YOU in my bed?" Dew: "..." -pulling Dewdles into the pillow pile- "...I plead the 2nd." Mountain, getting under the covers: "We're not in America, and it's the 5th amendment, not the 2nd." Dew: "...What's the 2nd then?" Mountain: "The right to bare arms?" Dew, sleepy: "Wow, they can't even not wear sleeves in America." Mountain: "Or maybe it's bear arms?" Dew: "They shouldn't take bears' arms, they need those to... do bear things." Dewdles, witnessing the delirium of sleepiness kicking in: "...Eep." Mountain and Dew: "Yes, eep."
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Build a Sib Pt. 2
Okay, so the results of this poll has determined that this new sibling of sin is something in-between a human and a ghoul, so let's go with a half ghoul, since that's the easiest course of action...
However this does lead to a question...
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On that, "My dad may be coming home from the hospital tonight or tomorrow." getting things done grind.
Gotta finish the dishes and make dinner for me and the sib.
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Round Frog is NOT SHARING her Voigt today!
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𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!
[click image for better quality. full list ID under the cut.]
it's that time of year once again, for the annual mushy may month of prompts! you'll see some repeats from last year, as well as many new ideas to choose from. any ghost artist/writer is welcome to participate in any capacity, as much or as little as you'd like!
this year, there is one prompt per day. additionally, there is a 'bonus prompts' list that you may use to "swap out" if you don't like the prompt for a given day.
happy creating, and don't forget to tag me so i can see ♥
(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙮 ♥
cuteness aggression
late night snacks
massage
wound tending/first aid
animals
"you're blushing"
telling stupid jokes
sex turning into making love
warming them up
quiet nights
papa time (a day to get your favorite papa(s) in on the love!)
first time
"just wanted to hear your voice"
silly baby talk
painting on each other
cooking a special recipe
funny t-shirts
holding hands
confessions
gardening
can't stop laughing
long drives
morning coffee cuddles
acts of friendship
sharing a secret comfort item (i.e. a blanket, a pendant)
"you smell nice"
backstage shenanigans
collecting objects (i.e. rocks, seashells, location magnets)
girls night
by candlelight
looking at/taking pictures
BONUS PROMPS
vacations
gift giving
hide and seek
doing each others' makeup
long distance
coffee shop au
reminiscing
first kiss
jam session (ghost songs or not)
"shut up i'm taking care of you"
special thanks to @wrathofrats @chewbrry @miasmaghoul @coffeeghoulie @divine-misfortune and others for sending me prompts this year ♡
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Build a Sib Pt. 1
Is what it says on the tin, we're gonna build a sibling of sin, sort of like how we made Chips the imp, but less story driven, at first at least... Starting with the basics...
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It's awkward to say I love you
Through the mouth of another
So instead I tell them
To pat the top of your head
It confuses you
But it's my way of reaching out
I worked a long, long day
And when I got home
I made the floors all clean
Scrubbed on hands and knees
Until I'd done all I could do
In a handful of hours
If it makes it easier
If it makes it better
Take this as my way
Of saying
I love you.
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My dad is getting ready to go into surgery as I write this, and my brother is going to visit with him for a while beforehand, so I was like, "Give him a pat on the head from me." because 1.) It'd be kind of funny, and 2.) It feels less serious than "I love you" or "Good luck".
I'm just kind of sitting here, getting ready for work, trying not to think too hard on all of it.
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Ever since I fell asleep to the Sonic Riders fandub and woke up during the Adam Sandler rug bit, I get the same goddamn hankering for a peanut butter sandwich any time I hear Penny's voice now.
I made a sandwich exactly once because of it, and now it's just routine/normal for me to start craving a peanut butter sandwich when I watch anything SnapCube related, and while I'm not bothered by this, it is an inherently strange problem to have, and even stranger to explain to another person.
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Me, drawing myself as a ghoul:
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Is an eepy, sleepy demon.
Me, drawing myself as a sibling of sin:
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Crimes were committed here, I guess.
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Sometimes I think about that tiktok where it's like, guys goin' canoeing with the caption, "What that friend who's never online is doing" and I have come to realize, I am in fact that friend.
When people are in the groupchat talking, there is a non-zero chance I am either at work or somewhere out in the woods/the middle of nowhere up to... I'm not gonna say no good, but my activities are unmonitored and what I do is unseen and unknown to man.
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