alwaysjustmina
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What if we kissed in the Maize Maze?
Ok so I wanted to start posting my Soulmates AU for Raindrop month, but writing for my Medieval one is going waay better than planned and it's confusing me to have 2 separate backstories in my head at once, so while I still have *checks calendar* 5 DAYS, here's a little stand-alone ficlet!
What if we kissed in the Maize Maze? A Midwest Emo Ghouls AU ficlet
Rating: T
Content: fluff, literally that's it just fluff
Words: 615
Lots of love to @alwaysjustmina for organizing this month again this year, I love any excuse to write about our soggy boys!! 🌦️🖤
hello @revengeghoulette, here is your summons as promised!! 🫡
Read below, or on AO3!
Haymaking season was coming to an end, and Swiss, Mountain and all the ghouls who pitched in to help were looking forward to a well-deserved break. To celebrate the end of the season, Swiss had built a maze out of hay bales for the children and kits of the town, as well as some of the more enthusiastic adults.
The whole community had come together to put on a party at the ghouls' farm. Mountain and his colleagues from the hardware store had built fairground games, Dew had dragged the church's speakers down on a trailer and was playing records Mist had brought from her shop. Aurora's cafe had a small pop-up, and Cirrus had brought a vat of apple cider, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic, for the younger guests. Cumulus was in her element, her little face-painting stall attracting such a sizeable queue that Sunshine had jumped in to help out. Phantom was taking his new role as Youth Pastor – and more recently Sunday School teacher – very seriously, replacing her in supervising a very intense game of tag. While Mountain minded the hay maze, Swiss was giving rides on the haycart he had hitched to the back of his tractor, driving the children and kits up and down the field in the warm afternoon sunshine.
After closing time, once the families had gone home, the ghouls had the place to themselves without getting in the way of the fun of the younger members of the community. Rain and Dew were the last ones left inside the maze. Aurora and Mist had quickly disappeared somewhere together, Sunny, Cirrus and Cumulus were deep into their mission of finishing off the cider now that their responsibilities were over, the three of them covered in rainbow paint and body glitter.
Dewdrop and Rain walked hand in hand through the maze, quietly drinking in each other’s company in the balmy evening air. Making it to the centre of the maze they sat down on a bale, surrounded by golden walls on all sides as the amber glow of sunset spread across the sky. Dew leaned his head on Rain’s shoulder, utterly content in the moment.
“It’s beautiful.” Rain commented, as they watched the play of colours around them. “Just like you.”
Dew turned his face to bury it in Rain’s neck, bashful.
“You are, and I’m so proud of you, taking over from Aeth like you did. You’re doing such a great job, love! Look at how the town and harvest are flourishing. I’m honoured to call you my husband.”
Never one to take compliments well, Dew redirected Rain’s affections by capturing his lips in a searing kiss. The pair lost themselves in each other, the cooling temperatures went unnoticed past the warmth of their bodies, the slight prickliness of the hay nothing compared to the soft slide of their lips.
By the time they came up for air, Dew having squirmed his way into Rain’s lap, the sky was glowing a deep russet colour. From outside the maze, they could hear the sounds of the others packing up to leave.
“Alright lovebirds, time to come out or I’ll send the dogs in!” they heard Swiss call. The pair only giggled, Rain placing feather-light kisses across Dew’s cheekbones while he blushed the colour of the sky.
“You don’t have a dog!” Dew hollered back as he struggled to hold in his giggles.
“Hi Dewy.” deadpanned Mountain.
Eventually, Dew and Rain managed to find their way out of the maze, neither wanting to be found and carried out by the giant earth ghoul.
“Nice straw hat, Rain.” smirked Swiss, “although normally you weave it into itself, not directly into your hair!”
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FRANKEN-PER!
YEAH, I KNOW I will probably be ex communicated from the Fandom for this but...
I HAD to see what 2024 Per looks like sans mustache (pre Katatonia era). So with too much time on my hands this morning and very limited Photoshop skillz...
Three mouths, one face,
The one, the only, FRANKEN-PER!
*Because you know you wanted to see this monstrosity too.
...crawls back under rock
BYE!
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I'm sick of internet negativity, so let's combat it: reblog this and saying something nice/pay a compliment to the prev in the tags.
#made me love waffles#has an unhealthy relationship with Sheetz (there is no unhealthy relationships)#made me love reading snowballing#horn porn and feet love are now a thing that youve made me love#indulges all my talk of a certain ghoul#and has lived with my new kpop obsession
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Guys, I couldn’t help myself. Work doodle.
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Raindrops
Rainy days at the ministry (I write this as it's very hot outside lol)
Tw: Rain, mentions of Dew's transition
Rain smiles as he quickly puts on his boots and a light jacket
He looks over at dew who is looking out the window and the raindrops falling calmly
Rain walks up behind dew and gently rubs and massages his shoulders
Dew leans into the touch, relaxing his shoulders for the first time all day
He continues to look out the window deep in thought
"you ok?" Rain leans down and whispers in his ear
"mhm" dew says after a few seconds
Rain hums quietly as he begins to massage Dews neck as well
Dew lets out a soft purr as he closes his eyes and rain smiles
"I'm gonna go outside, wanna come?" Rain says
Dew thinks for a second then shakes him head
"no thank you" he says, his leg bouncing as he sits and walks the rain
After the transition he's been weary about water
He tries to avoid as much as he can other then of course hydration and hygiene
Rain chuckles and kisses his head
"ok, I'll be out there" rain says as he gets up and runs a hand through his hair
He glances at dew one more time before walking out of their room
When he walks out to the den he sees Swiss, Aroura and Phantom in the kitchen baking something and talking and Cirrus with her head on Cumulus's lap while Cumulus plays with her hair, soft purrs vibrating in the air from Cirrus
He smiles at cumulus and she smiles back
"going out there, Droplet? I think mountains in the greenhouse" Cumulus says as she glances out at the greenhouse, a faint silhouette of mountain in the greenhouse visible
"Yea. Gonna go reconnect" he says with a small giggle from excitement
Cumulus chuckles and nods
"have fun"
"will do"
Then rain gos out and immediately a big smile flashes on his face
He walks past the greenhouse and mountain sees someone so he pokes his head out
"oh hey rain" mountain says with a smile before going back in the greenhouse
Mountain hums happily, enjoying the rainy day at the ministry in the greenhouse surrounded by his element with a book in his hand and tea next to his side
"hey Mount" Rain says as he keeps walking
Rain stops once he gets to the middle of the yard and opens his arms feeling the raindrops hit him and removing all of the stress and tension in his body
He sits down on the pebbles and enjoys it
Untill he hears someone else at the ghouls den door
He looks over and Sees dew in a jacket and old converse
He's leaning on the door frame rubbing and fidgeting with his hands, hesitant to touch the rain again
Rain smiles as he sees him and gets up and walks over to the door
"come on, it's nice" rain says as he holds his wet hand out
Dew looks at him then takes a small deep breath then takes his hand
"fine" dew says, trying to act annoyed yet still hesitant
Rain carefully guides and helps dew get under the rain
Once he sees dew getting more comfortable and now with a smile on his face
He smiles and laughs before running back to the middle with dee trying to keep up
When they get to the middle they spin to as they stop running
They dance and laugh in the rain
Rain being content and happy with his element and his love
Dew being happy he's finally gotten somewhat over his fear of the rain and he's with rain
Rain smiles as he gets an idea
They stop dancing and rain cups Dews face and kisses him deeply and happily
They both blush as they separate then laugh
From inside Cumulus and Cirrus are watching this all unfold
"they remind me of us" cirrus says as she squeezes Cumulus's hand
Cumulus hums and smiles
"They're calm for once" Swiss says, leaning over cirrus and Cumulus
Both of the girls yelp a bit since they didn't know he was there
They turn around and see Phantom and aroura also watching
Phantom smiles before basically pressing his face into the glass
They laugh and Cumulus squeezes Cirrus's hand again before kissing her cheek softly, leaving a light mark of red lipstick
Cirrus blushes and cumulus laughs
Rain and Dew then press foreheads together
"I'm proud of you firefly" Rain says as he squeezes Dees hand
Dew blushes lightly and smiles with a small flustered chuckle
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theyre in love your honor (i tried rendering but i'm in a time crunch so heres hurried product of raindrop + some minor redesign of them)
and also heres my submission for raindrop month! [idea from the lovely @alwaysjustmina] posted a day before my birthday :] !!
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@alwaysjustmina A bit softer than what you asked for (and a bit bloodier)
#yummmmmmm#my babies#you did me so proud!!#raindrop month#raindrop art#fan art#ghost fan art#midnight moth
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You are welcome to make a raindrop request 😌
@midnight-moth well my request would be dew facing the wall while rain cages him in and bites his neck...but I like daddy/Dom rain a little to much lol
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@bloodysyren one Mountaindew backstage kiss mlemlemlemlelem
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I love this so much!! I haven't even contributed yet!! Ugh. Last week of the month all the goodies will be out. This is amazing! Rain is so *chef's kiss*!!
theyre in love your honor (i tried rendering but i'm in a time crunch so heres hurried product of raindrop + some minor redesign of them)
and also heres my submission for raindrop month! [idea from the lovely @alwaysjustmina] posted a day before my birthday :] !!
#raindrop#rain ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#theyre boyfriends#theyre soulmates your honor#dewdrop x rain#ghost#raindrop month#ghost fanart#fan art
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Wasn't feeling great and wanted to draw something silly .. and I found a silly picture of a kitten and went "Yeah that's Rain" so here we are😭
Idc if you take this as like, Rain as a baby ghoul, or just a little chibi drawing, whatever 😭 just wanted to draw something cute and wanted to draw itty bitty ghoul...
And !! Sorta similar to my one Dew sketch from a while back, the little Dino plush was inspired by @tinymoon-beam 's fics :3 the shark was just bc I have a shark plush that makes me think of rain lmao😭
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Just read this and omg love. Their love is beautiful and enchanting and amazing. Absolutely adore how you write.
Nivis
I was just watching the snow and then it happened. 1331 words of Quintessence ghoul sweetness & weirdness. (Bell/Phantom) (I’m obsessed with them)
If you haven't read any of my Phantom stuff, he is blind in the conventional way. But he can see some things, energy things, magic things. No CWs, just two idiots being idiots but also making each other's lives magical.
I did not proof read this, I'm sorry for typos, I will fix them when I'm not so tired.
They’ve spent weeks like this, soon it will be months. In proximity, never speaking, never approaching. Content to simply experience the presence of one another. Always in the library. Darkened corners and hushed voices, considered hallowed ground in the Ministry, it’s a place where someone would have to consider committing the worst kind of disrespect if they felt like harassing the pair.
Not that the others hadn’t noticed. Of course, Zephyr during his bi-weekly archiving, Aether, seeing one or the other slink through a crack in the doorway that they reasonably shouldn’t be able to pass through. Dew, when he decides to go hunting for something that Rain hasn’t read before, which is a task. It was for his sake that they had to initiate an interlibrary borrowing program, and increase the yearly budget for new acquisitions.
Tonight is such a night, that Phantom half sits, half lays across one of the generously stuffed chairs, passing fingers over little bumps that make words. Something new for him on the surface, being able to read without the aid of another, projecting the words into his head or reading aloud.
He understands there’s a storm coming. “Snow up to your eyeballs!” Dew tells him. Phantom jokes, “Who’s eyes, yours or Mountain’s?” He’s good at hiding behind jokes and self depreciating comments.
He’s heard a lot about snow, it’s cold, wet, fluffy, sparkly, pretty. And when they’re lit up on a cloudless night in shades of chartreuse and lilac, breathtaking. The way the night sky seems to penetrate every single flake, that they appear lit from within.
Ghouls are familiar with magic, but sometimes what they can do seems crude compared to that.
And Phantom’s heard them talking about it, he tries to hide the cracks and fissures that form in his heart in those moments. He can see a lot, but he can’t see that. Somehow what falls from the sky is so wondrously pure that he simply cannot get a read on it. Rain, sleet, hail, it’s all blank.
Sure, he’s held his hand out the window to feel it, stood in it until he was soaked to the bone. Because it feels like being washed clean. So rarely is he so fully immersed in absolute nothingness as he is when it’s absolutely pouring down buckets from the sky. From this he finds kinship with Rain, Mist, Delta, River, and Dew.
The snow feels different from the rain though. Sure it gets stuck in his hair, collects on his shoulders, makes his feet damp and cold. But it’s too light, ineffectual.
He’s left searching for an appreciation for what everyone seems to love so much. And tonight, he is searching. With one hand pressed to the icy glass, the other stuffed in his pocket, he concentrates, tries to feel something, anything at all.
Bell has been watching him, from his perch above the theology section. Feeling him, aching and longing for something. What, he’s not sure, he doesn’t intentionally pry. But he can’t always shield himself from what radiates from Phantom in thick, viscous waves at times. It collects and forms a pit in his stomach.
Suddenly he feels a refreshing albeit absolutely freezing blast of air. Phantom has pried one of the windows open. Windows that have not been opened in a very long time. As he pulls it further, layers of paint crackle and flake from the hinges.
Bell watches as he collects a handful. It doesn’t take long, with the way it’s coming down, for a little mountain of big, fluffy flakes to form in his cupped hands. His thoughts become louder, like shouting, loud enough to give Bell a headache. And now it’s clear.
“Why can’t I see it? Just once.”
Elemental energy is strange. No one knows why through various cycles of nature it is cleansed away. Through the clouds, from the mouth of a volcano, deep in the ground beneath layers of soil and clay. Maybe because everything deserves a chance to start again, no longer burdened by the past. Ghouls are not so lucky. Phantom is not so lucky.
For once though, Bell has an idea. Something that might help. He isn’t sure if it’s okay, to acknowledge the scene playing out across the room. Then again, Phantom surely knows that Cowbell can feel it. Because Phantom has the same empathetic qualities. Isn’t that why they perform this strange dance, meters apart?
His feet land silently despite the floorboard’s penchant for creaking. As though he steps on slippers made of clouds, he seems to float rather than walk. He’s one of the few who has learned to harness some of what he’s collected over the years. He might as well use it if it insists on being sucked into his being by a vortex he can’t control.
He considers speaking, but it already feels like there’s a spell cast across the grounds of the Ministry. The snow has already piled on the lawns and the roof, the maze in the garden, the window sill. It’s heavy and oh so quiet. Insulated by a thick quilt made from the downy white flakes
Phantom sucks in a breath that stings his front teeth, the air is bitter cold, and he should probably close the window. But a strange voice tells him otherwise. Tells him to open the other, wide as they’ll go.
Bell could simply show him what he sees, but he knows that’s not the same. Like looking at a rainbow through a television.
The air feels the way it does before it rains, full of static and with a strange metallic smell. The hairs on the back of Phantom’s neck stand on end, and it isn’t from the frigid air permeating the entire library.
Suddenly, from his vantage point, the sky is lit up in technicolor. Bright blues, greens, violet, magenta. So is the ground. So are the flakes melting in his hands, despite how frozen they are. He could see the trees in the distance, now he sees what makes the branches droop.
What he feels - is - elation, unadulterated excitement. What everyone must feel when they see snow for the first time. Only it isn’t the same, most people haven’t experienced a lifetime of longing to see things like other people do.
What Phantom feels, it chokes Bell. Closes off his airways. Makes him stumble back into the shadows far less elegantly than he arrived. Of course he can’t stop what comes in when he is focusing on putting something out.
Thankfully he hasn’t cast some temporary incantation or cheap magic that will disappear as soon as he leaves, so he does. Phantom doesn’t notice, fully engrossed in the prismatic light and shimmering colour.
The way each flake moves of its own volition, in a different direction than its neighbor. He tries to track a singular flake on its descent to the ground, but despite the way it’s accumulating, it’s like none of them ever seem to land.
He isn’t sure how long he stands there with those windows that reach the ceiling pulled wide open. Long enough that there’s a light dusting of snow on the chair he was sitting on, on the floor, on some of the nearby bookshelves.
Long enough for his face to burn furiously, long enough for the tears clinging to his lashes to turn to frost and ice. Long enough that he didn’t realize he was alone now. That he turned, mouth hanging open while he searched for the right words to come out of it.
But he is alone now, what he feels, that feels like Cowbell, is falling from the sky and clinging to the front of his shirt. What has become droplets of water running between his fingers. It’s almost a relief; that Bell is gone. Because Phantom isn’t sure he could find the right words for this, the right way to say thank you.
But then he remembers, he doesn’t have to. Cowbell knows, he can feel it too.
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A very fast (and messy) silly Cumulus doodle cause I asked people on ig who I should draw in my new bunny slippers and it ended up being every ghoul.
Slippers in question below the cut for your reference 🐰
#fluffy bunny slippers!!!#and her horns!#antenna#cumulus ghoulette#midnight moth draws#the band ghost fanart
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Under the wire but I wanted to throw something down for the first day of Raindrop April. Messy sweaty helmet hair kisses. Mlemlemlemlemmmmmm
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