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 Rain 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 while between Rain’s long legs. 

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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okay so, I will reblog it for reach but I am so sorry but I REFUSE to read the foot fetish fic bcus I do not want to accidentally get a foot fetish. Bcus I (lovingly) made fun of my friend for having a "foot appreciation kink" for years

(years ago she said like "I dont have a foot fetish... I just... appreciate feet". it left after she got on T. yes she uses she/he. dw about it)

and I am not about to take the fucking L of accidentally giving myself a foot fetish. so peace n love, hope everybody loves it but I REFUSE

I mean this very lovingly, you never have to tell me if you don’t want to read something. I am SO aware that it isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. You are also never obligated to reblog or like or engage with something you’re not into. That’s why I put the tags and the CWs. Also, don’t deny yourself a lifetime of potential foot loving fun because you made a mistake ;) apologize and appreciate the feet together (or separately)

Reblog to BITE prev

I know im not the person who sent the original ask but I would love to see more on the gills thing if you’re comfortable

i had dewzephfrit thoughts!!!

gills, anal ang vaginal sex, double penetration, overstimulation, kinda temperature play

Dewdrop is completely full.

He doesn’t remember much from the last hour beside Ifrit and Zephyr snatching him from the common room, stripping him and sitting him on their cocks before he’s even fully processed what was happening. He isn’t complaining—it’s an universal knowledge that he absolutely loves being stuffed full with anything and everything he can get.

What’s making his brain absolutely melt out of his ears, though, is Zephyr’s tongue in the gills on the left side of his neck and Ifrit’s fingers in the slits on the right.

“He’s so slick everywhere, Zeph,” the fire ghoul grunts and his hips twitch upwards, drilling his cock deep into Dewdrop’s sopping wet cunt. He moans sweetly and Zephyr uses that as an invitation to shove their tongue further into his gills.

They pull back after all but licking the inside of the water ghoul’s throat and they hum approvingly, “Such a wet little ghoul, aren’t you, droplet?”

He replies intelligently with yet another high, blissed out moan and both Zephyr and Ifrit chuckle. It’s the air ghoul’s turn to thrust into Dewdrop, slamming their cock into his tight asshole. The difference in temperatures between the three ghouls is another thing that makes Dewdrop absolutely mad; he feels like an ice cube shoved between a furnace that wants to absolutely melt him and a piece of cold glass desperately trying to keep him intact.

The water ghoul’s forehead thumps against Ifrit’s shoulder and he shudders, his claws digging further into his hips.

“Zeph,” Ifrit starts, “you think we can make him cum just like that?”

They scoff, “Obviously.”

If Dewdrop’s eyes wouldn’t be squeezed shut and if he’d look up, he’d see the two of them sharing a knowing look and a smirk over his head. He cries out when Ifrit and Zephyr stop all their movement. “N–No, please, gimme, gimme something.”

They only laugh at him.

Zephyr descends back and sucks the frills of his gill fins into their mouth, scrapes their fangs along the slits. The flesh there is so delicate that just a little bit more pressure and the air ghoul would make Dewdrop bleed. They have before, but now’s not the time.

Their tongue dips inside and they hum at the salty-sweet taste of the slick membrane covering the organ. Zephyr runs the very tip of the appendage along it and pretends to not notice Ifrit’s eyes burning through them as they do so, enjoying the feel of every single little ridge under their tongue.

They don’t care much for Dewdrop’s moaning and whining, not at all, and neither does Ifrit when he pushes his fingertips into the other set of his gills. They’re nothing like the air ghoul’s tongue—they’re hot and rough and hard and the feeling hovers on the line between pleasure and pain. Ifrit strokes inside and stretches the delicate slits and Dewdrop wails, clenching tightly around both their cocks.

“There we go,” Zephyr teases right into his throat. It starts to hurt, but neither of them pull back and the water ghoul’s pleasured cries do turn into ones of overstimulation.

“Break…I–I need…gimme a moment, please,” he begs, but he gets laughed at once again.

“Oh, but we’re not done, droplet. We’re far from done.”

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

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've found an embarrassing amount of kinks out from your fics and had to rethink my life for awhile (/pos)

Best compliment ever. I don’t even think mine are that wild? Mostly cause I’m shy. You know what? I really wanted to turn that mountrain foot thing into a foot and piss thing but that’s not what they asked for.

Every time someone reads my foot porn and then questions their kinks and admits they think it’s hot another year gets added to my life. So thank you for being brave and reading it.

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 Rain 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 while between Rain’s long legs. 

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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yall are pro mental illness until they hallucinate

yall are pro mental illness until they dissociate

yall are pro mental illness until they self-isolate

yall are pro mental illness until they're paranoid

yall are pro mental illness until they split

yall are pro mental illness until it's too Scary for your comparatively neurotypical brain to handle

Working on this request from the lovely and talented @anamelessfool was a treat to my heart. I absolutely LOVED the fanfic it is inspired from, The First and The Last, one of the most original Terzomega stories I have read so far.

Take some time to read it, you will be mesmerized by the imaginary of anamelessfool’s world, I promise.

Ps. I still have some requested I’m working on but I’m pondering if closing them as I have a lot of wips in my hands atm. If you have requests to make please do it from now to the next couple of days 🌹

oh satan devour us all (hear our desperate call)

cowbell/zephyr (ghost band)

explicit | nb/nb | 6.3k words | it/its cowbell, they/them zephyr, free use, predator/prey, subtob zephyr, riding, semi-public sex, shifting genitals, objectification, earth/quintessence multi ghoul cowbell

—this fic is a (very late) birthday gift for my absolutely beloved friend @spoiledleaff for a little birthday fic exchange we organised for each other <3 i asked him what he wanted and they asked for cowbell being a menace (/aff) to zephyr, so that's what this is !! it's actually supposed to piggyback off of the practice scene in his very own terzomega fic, so go and read that as well if you're able to !! happy birthday, ashton !! i can't believe i've known you for an entire year already <3

snippet and ao3 link under the cut !

gif credit: @/kazoo-lord

The only fault in this system is that Cowbell seems to have taken a liking to playmates with… unique vessels. In the case of the air ghoul sitting opposite it on the other side of the library, this refers to the way their vessel’s functionality varies from day to day. Some days, the air ghoul is able to walk with ease, perform their daily tasks, wield the keys of the chapel organ to create haunting melodies that echo out through the grounds of the Ministry. But on other days, they can’t walk without one of their canes, let alone make their daily lemongrass and ginger tea without aid from a willing hand. On their especially bad days, they might not even be able to roll over in bed without having to hold back a pained wail. All this is to say that although Cowbell may take joy from pushing its partners to the edge of their comfort zone—especially Zephyr—it would never wish any extra pain upon them. Well, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the earth ghoul wouldn’t wish extra pain upon them unless it is the one inflicting it. Therefore, a system had to be developed, which Zephyr seemed to take in their stride. They’d designed an entire colour-based system which corresponds with their pain levels, and many of the earth ghoul’s similarly-vesseled partners have also chosen to adopt it for themselves over time. Cowbell is the first to admit Zephyr’s idea is genius; especially given the air ghoul’s tendencies to ‘forget’ their cane on their days of bad pain, making it nearly impossible for Cowbell to garner whether its mate is genuinely in excruciating pain due to the state of their vessel, or if they are simply playing into Cowbell’s twisted fantasies. Their lighter bells—pale pinks, blues and yellows—are ones they wear in order to signify to Cowbell that although Zephyr is still very interested in being taken and used until they’re seeing stars, Cowbell needs to treat them gently—to degrade them with its words rather than its actions—lest it make anything more painful for them than it already is. Zephyr’s dark coloured bells on the other hand—deep reds, blues, greens and blacks—are used to signify a good pain day; their way of wordlessly telling Cowbell that the two of them are free to do anything it sets its mind to, regardless of the position or any other factor that might put strain on weary joints—provided it’s not on Zephyr’s list of hard limits, of course; although there have been a few occasions when the air ghoul has begged for–

But that’s not important right now.

Right now, Cowbell is sure Zephyr’s bell is dark today, but they’re in the middle of checking a book out for a Sibling and it can’t get a proper glimpse of the specific colour the air ghoul is donning today. Its lack of clear view infuriating, but the anticipation has the earth ghoul all fired up and it’s sure that when the time comes, it will be able to wreck Zephyr twice as hard as it normally would—provided that their softly jingling indicator is, in fact, one of dark colour.

“Oh, I love your bell!” The Sibling says—Cowbell’s almost certain that she is the Sister it was chasing through the Abbey’s halls just last week, a pretty, deep pink bell attached to the ribbon wrapped around her wrist—as she reaches a finger out to tap Zephyr’s bell lightly, giggling at the soft jingle it elicits. Cowbell growls and feels its eyes glint with malice at someone touching its Zephyr.

Zephyr affixes the Sister with a look—they know all about her adventures with Cowbell, the earth ghoul itself had told them just last week—but smiles, flattered. If Cowbell’s vision is not failing it from so far away, the air ghoul looks offended that the Sister would even consider touching its bell—Zephyr is well aware that although the bell may live in their dorm, it’s not theirs, it’s Cowbell’s. They incline their head in her direction, always the epitome of politeness despite their obvious frustration. “Many thanks, Sister.” She takes the book back from them and finally moves out of the way, providing Cowbell with a direct line of sight to Zephyr’s neck, an obsidian black bell dangling from their carefully crafted collar. Their way of silently telling Cowbell that it’s a good pain day. That they’re wanting for more than the light green bell Cowbell had slipped into their pocket at practice in anticipation of a bad pain day. That no holds need to be barred. That the earth ghoul has permission to destroy Zephyr if it sees fit, and, fuck, is it going to wreck them until they’re seeing double. That’s what it promised to do during today’s practice after all…

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Every show….

+ bonus victorious Dew

sorry i bit you and then drew a heart with your blood do u still think i'm hot

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For now, I'm drawing some relationships between the ghouls mentioned in HUITS, so these are random drawings because I need these two dolls.

I don't know what to say, your honor, they love each other to death. I'm off to post the new chapter. For those who want, by clicking on this fantastic colorful text, you will be sent to the AO3 page of my fanfiction (it's magic but don't tell anyone, otherwise the Vatican will come looking for me).