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per aspera ad inferi ; chapter two

[aka: the university ghouls fic]

aeon & dew [& sunshine] (ghost band)

teen and up | gen | 2.8k words (4.5k in total) | alternate universe (university), transmasc aeon, transmasc dewdrop, transfemme sunshine, angst

@ghoultrifle has been my SAVIOUR writing this one, so thank you isaac for pre-reading this for me and helping me with phrasing and all that jazz <3 obligatory @midnight-moth and @divine-misfortune tags because they also enable me with this au far too much :))

you know the drill, snippet and ao3 link under the cut !!

“I– I’m trans too.”

If Dewdrop is surprised he doesn’t acknowledge it and Aeon is grateful for that. He knows he’s not like a lot of other trans people his age, knows how lucky he’s been to have a supportive mother and a competent doctor. “Oh. Well, that’s good then.” He nods, mostly to himself, Aeon thinks. “I’m Dewdrop.”

“Aeon. I’m first year.”

“I know,” Dewdrop says. “It said on the slip.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m in my second year. Biomed, you?”

“Um, psychology.”

Dewdrop nods thoughtfully. “Sounds interesting. I’m majoring in neuroscience, all that freaky brain shit is cool.”

“Yeah,” Aeon agrees, lapsing into silence. He’s not sure how to move the conversation on from here. Luckily for him, Dewdrop speaks next.

“I was planning on heading out with a few friends. Do you want me to stay and help you unpack or do you want some time alone?”

“Alone time would be nice, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, of course. Moving away from home is scary. So’s sharing a room with a stranger. You unpack and shoot me a text if you need help. Here’s my number.” Dewdrop scribbles his phone number down on a bit of loose paper and hands it to Aeon on his way out the door. “I might stay in my friend’s room tonight, give you a bit of space. I’ll let you know either way. Have fun unpacking.”

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#read it now or else !!! /lh #the dynamics in this chapter are amazing <33

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ghoultrifle · 6 hours

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Need to see Swiss’ tits in this immediately

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however fair and pure

dewdrop/rain (ghost band)

explicit | m/nb | 12.4k words | transmasc dew, nonbinary rain, vibrators, daddy kink, phone sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare

snippet and ao3 link under the cut !

gif credit: @/cardi-c

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, my darling, okay?” Rain’s soft breath tickles Dewdrop’s ear as they speak. The embrace is warm, despite the water ghoul’s cool body temperature, or perhaps, Dewdrop thinks, perhaps it’s simply comforting. All too soon, Rain is pulling away from the hug, pressing a gentle kiss to Dewdrop’s forehead as they do so. “Nice and early by the lake. Don’t forget, darling.” They punctuate the end of their sentence by tilting the Dewdrop’s head up and kissing him slowly; an undercurrent of heat and desire managing to reveal itself through their soft kisses.

Dewdrop’s stomach jolts, a familiar spark of heat blossoming slowly out from his core; tingly warmth and pure, sinful want spreading through his entire body. “Do you– Do you wanna…?”

Rain pulls back reluctantly, and although Dewdrop can see the heat and desire in the water ghoul’s gaze, their eyes are apologetic. “I’m sorry, darling. I think I’m too tired for that tonight, and I don’t want to fall asleep during our little date tomorrow. I really am sorry, darling, I can tell you’re eager.”

“‘S okay. I know you’ve been tired lately. Rest up, you deserve it.” Dewdrop stands up on his tiptoes, pressing a kiss to the very tip of Rain’s nose. “And, hey, if I really need to, I can take care of it myself,” he giggles—fucking giggles; the effect Rain has on him is… concerning to say the least.

“That you can, sundew.” Rain leans down and presses a kiss of their own to Dewdrop’s nose, returning the favour. Dewdrop refuses to acknowledge the heat rising in his cheeks at the gesture of affection.

“Mhmm,” he hums. “I’ll let you sleep now, though, you do look tired.” He reaches up and smooths his thumb over one of the heavy, blue-purple bags under Rain’s eyes sympathetically. “G’night, Rainy. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He can hear the dopey, loving grin in his voice, but he finds that he doesn’t care so much. He doesn’t mind exposing his inner thoughts and raw emotions as much as he used to; not with Rain, at least.

The ghouls go their separate ways; Rain to the right, Dewdrop to the left—the fact that their assigned bedrooms are on opposite ends of the corridor of bedrooms is borderline criminal, Dewdrop thinks; although more often than not, the two ghouls will spend the night cosying up in each others arms in a bed that only belongs to one of them, so it’s not as if the assigned bedrooms situation has ever stopped them. The fire ghoul practically skips down his end of the corridor—there’s no one around to see him and he’s fucking excited for his date with Rain, okay? —until he reaches his door. It’s slightly ajar. Huh, weird. He could have sworn he’d closed it when he’d gone to meet Rain in the commons earlier… He shrugs, pushes the door open the rest of the way and freezes where he’s standing. Okay, that definitely wasn’t there when he’d gone to meet Rain. What the fuck...?

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#i am legally obligated to rb this every time it's on the dash #it may or may not be a permanent tab in my browser #...#:3

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Moth may I please request some more rain webbed feet content 👀 perhaps Mountain being way too into them? If you feel so inclined ofc

Okay, maybe a lil longer than I meant it to be. I hope it's okay!

976 Words - Rain knowing exactly what he's doing, Mountain being sweet and easy

CW Foot Fetish, Orgasm, Foot Job

There are still tiny droplets of water clinging to the dark hair on Rain’s legs. He pays no mind to that or his damp shorts as he flops onto the couch and displaces Mountain’s book with his feet.

Mountain could complain, but when he turns his head he can’t deny the sight is much more appealing than some faded print on musty old paper.

Not exactly shorts. Boxers, and they must belong to someone else. To Dew he thinks. They’re too short, if too short was a thing. There’s nothing too much about it though. The waist band digs into his hips, leaving little pink indents on his skin.

The hem of the leg cuts into the generous curve of his ass, which looks a bit - sunburned? Or are those red marks shaped a bit like the right hand of …

“Mount, you’re staring.” Rain breaks the trance with his words, but the real distraction now is his ice cold feet, digging his toe into the fly of Mount’s jeans, flicking the metal pull back and forth.

Mountain’s eyes move slowly, like they’re being dragged, from his own lap and back to Rain’s face.

“What’re you doing?”

Rain pouts, which is completely unnecessary. The query was brainless and perfunctory. Mountain will give full and enthusiastic consent as long as he gets to watch Rain drag his pretty toes across his cock, laboring to escape the zipper that Rain is fiddling with.

“My feet are cold. From the lake. Thought you could warm them up for me?”

Subtle… but again, Mountain doesn’t care. In fact he could do without the pretense all together, but he knows Rain likes to flirt and to tease.

He clasps one in between both hands, one particularly warm from the cup of tea now discarded on the side table.

“That good?”

“Yes.” Rain pauses, just to watch Mountain squirm. “But could be even better.”

He doesn’t need to spell it out, but he offers a demonstration anyhow. Rubbing at his shaft with his free foot, until Mountain forgets what the objective is, holding one foot in his hand and bucking up into Rain’s foot with little jerky movements.

Rain doesn’t stop him, not until there’s a sizable damp patch on the dark fabric that reminds him they could escalate.

“Are you gonna take it out?” Rain sounds almost bored. And he knows it’s a sucker punch. He’s just as interested. So he does like a little pretense and ceremony, maybe a bit of teasing too.

“Can I?”

“You have to, they’re so cold.” He pretends to shiver, and it’s silly, maybe he likes a bit of laughter too. Which he gets. The glint of the rays pouring into the room catching on Mountain’s crooked fang as his face widens in a smile.

His face contorts again, when Rain digs his heel in. He huffs and his warm breath creates condensation on the glassy webbing between Rain’s toes. He doesn’t know when he pulled his foot right up to his lips, or why he’s hesitating now.

“Go on.”

His tongue skates between each digit. Can’t help but prod at the flexible skin, maybe just put all of them in his mouth. He can be a size queen if he wants, in his own strange way.

At this point the charade is over. Rain can’t pretend he’s only seeking warmth or doing Mountain a favor. The way his tongue works at the sensitive flesh, he knows where he’ll need it next. His almost dry stolen shorts are growing damp again as he thinks about just how deep Mountain’s tongue can reach.

Mountain makes the sweetest sounds with his mouth full, and he’s more than distracted as he fumbles with the zipper of his pants, something he should be capable of with one hand and yet isn’t.

Still, he manages to free himself. And he jumps when Rain’s foot makes contact again, skin to skin.

“Fuck they ARE cold.” They usually are, but this is glacial. Or maybe he just feels very hot.

“Told you. So help me.” Rain bats his eyelashes and it’s totally unnecessary. Mountain doesn’t even notice. He’s too busy watching the head of his cock disappear beneath the supple icy blue translucent flesh between his toes.

“Not going to last.” Mountain pants. Rain is neither surprising nor disappointed. Mountain is easy. And even easier like this. He’s weak, he admitted it the first time he got his hands on them. So slender, long, soft. He’d spent enough time staring and eventually begged to touch.

“Well, go on then.” Rain echoes his earlier encouragement. “Push ‘em together. Fuck em.”

“Oh…no. I mean… yes.” Oh no, because Mount swears he almost shot over the words alone.

But he stops wasting time, spits right on to the arch of one foot and pushes them together, caging in his cock, and he can’t even move. Just the sight alone is enough.

But still, his hips move of their own accord. It’s cute really, Rain thinks. Such stupid desperate little humps, a few is all it takes. Before he’s making a mess, and it’s warm. Exactly what he wanted.

Mountain stares with a bit of shame and a bit of shock, that it was over that fast, as ran wriggles his toes together, slippery with cum and maybe a bit of drool.

Mountain steels himself to look up at Rain, who likely will admonish him playfully. Instead, he finds knitted brows and flushed cheeks. Maybe he liked it as much as Mountain did.

Mountain waits for a little direction, he does love being told what to do. Rain loves to tell him.

“Clean 'em up, and then get on your knees.”

Mountain practically bruises his knees scrambling to comply. Opting to do both at once and clean up his mess from the floor, between Rain’s long legs.

#now LISTEN #feet aren't my thing buuuuuuut #i make an exception for you moth <3 #this was HOT #cw foot fetish #cw feet #spicy tag

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ghoultrifle · 10 hours

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Sometimes I wonder how many trans people are in the fandom and I want to know. Reblog for bigger sample size please.

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per aspera ad inferi ; chapter one

[aka: the university ghouls fic]

aeon & dew (ghost band)

general | gen | 1.7k words | alternate universe (university), transmasc aeon, slow burn, general domestic niceness

tagging @midnight-moth for the biscuit tin idea that makes an appearance in this chapter and also for cheering this au on <3 same goes for @divine-misfortune and @ghoultrifle, thank you for indulging me in my university ghouls rambles and adding to the brainrot <3 i hope this first chapter lives up to your expectations :)

snippet and ao3 link under the cut !!

He smiles awkwardly and looks down at his lap. “Thanks, Mum…” He tightens his grip on the biscuit tin that’s resting on his knees. The two of them spent all of yesterday afternoon in the kitchen together baking batches upon batches of his favourite chocolate biscuits to take with him. The tin on his lap is filled to the brim but it’s barely half of what they made together, the rest are in a selection of reusable plastic containers, the idea being that once Aeon has eaten the biscuits he’ll be able to use the containers for storing things or bringing his own lunch to places instead of buying it. He takes the lid off of the tin on his lap and brings it to his nose, sniffing deeply. Chocolate. He’s sure over the next few weeks, he’ll come to associate the smell and taste of these biscuits with home and his mum but he doesn’t mind, there are much worse scents to associate with home, he reasons. He picks one of the biscuits up and silently offers it to his mum without looking away from the tin.

He doesn’t need to hear the smile in her voice to know that she’s glancing over at him briefly with that ever-knowing look in her eye. “Thank you, love. You should have one too, chase those nerves away with chocolate-y goodness.”

“I’m not nervous,” he lies, pointedly ignoring the weight of his mum’s gaze—the heaviness thankfully lessened due to the fact that she’s mostly focussing on the road. “...Okay fine, I’m a little nervous,” he admits, not that he needed to, given that the two of them already knew it, but it’s nice to speak the words out loud to an actual human for once. Up until now the only ‘person’ he’s admitted it to has been his favourite stuffed toy in the nights leading up to his departure, which, no matter how many different ways he thinks about, makes him feel ridiculously childish, despite the fact that he’s currently on his way to start university. He knows that lots of people his age and older still have stuffed animals and plushies of all varieties but he’s never met anyone that still talks to them in the way that he does. It doesn’t bother him much usually, but the fact that he’s going to be sharing a room with someone he’s never met before—someone who might judge him—is beginning to affect him more and more the closer he gets to campus.

“I can hear you thinking over there.” His mum’s voice breaks through the beginnings of his internal spiralling. “What’s going on, hun? Talk to me.”

“I’m just nervous about meeting my roommate,” he says quietly. “It’s nothing serious.”

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#i am so in love with aeon #he is first and foremost a lil guy #(no i'm not projecting what)#uni au my beloved

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Heeeeeeeeeey besties I am once again, late as fuck delivering birthday art

So very belated birthday to the beloved @forlorn-crows mwah mwah mwah

Tumblr pls don’t eat the quality of this

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Reblog to BITE prev

#chomping you #:3

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ghoultrifle · 20 hours

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i'd like to think aeth makes lil teddy bears with scars for both ghouls and siblings when they have top surgery

each one tailored to the recipient. mount's had vines along the scars, aeon's were shooting stars, cirrus' adorned with stylised gusts of wind

#trifle rambles #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghoul hcs #trans ghouls

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you're constantly horny aren't you

well no sometimes I am asleep

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not gonna lie, discovering the word “ough” changed me fundamentally as a person

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In the kitchen straight up "chopping it". And by "it" haha well. Let justr say. My vegetble

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Mountain letting Phantom and Aurora into the greenhouse during the first thunderstorm they ever get to experience so they can lay out on the tables and watch the rain roll down the glass roof and see the lighting strike against the grey sky

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waht if in the stripper au rain was a sexy gogo dancer cage girl but instead of a cage it was a fish tank and he was all fishy and slimy and wet and webby and

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i didnt even realize this was a porn bot i was like yeah thats a regular text post on tumblr dot com

#you called ?

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Teeth are bullshit. What do you mean you’re decaying. Get a fucking grip. You’re a bone now act like it. You don’t see my finger bones decaying from jerking it too much now do you

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NSFW POST :p !!

transmasc aether

transmasc aether with a fat cunt

transmasc aether who’s almost as wet as water ghoul if turned on the right way

transmasc aether who still has big tits that he and everyone else adores

transmasc aether who loves being eaten out by any of his pack mates who offer

transmasc aether who will go absolutely wild for having his t-dick sucked and licked

transmasc aether going feral, drooling and whining at his nipples being played with

..transmasc aether

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