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ohheyitsjustbear · 5 months

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Wet boy Wednesday?

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Reblogs appreciated, keep comments in the tags unless we're mutuals 🩷

#me #mine #lookitsaj #back on my shower pics #wet boy Wednesday #mdni #colour pics for a change #reblogs appreciated #uk sub

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miasmaghoul · 1 year

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A request for this Fine wet boy Wednesday:

A little something (nsfw) with Water!Dew/Rain?

~Owlish anon

wet boys in love let's go!

Rain has the little ghoul tucked against his chest, one arm wrapped around his slight waist while the other supports a slender thigh. Holds it up just enough for Rain to rock into him with languid rolls of his hips. The kind that hit every wonderful spot with lazy precision, the kind that have Dewdrop's eyes unfocused and heavy-lidded.

There's no urgency in Rain's motions, nor in Dew's breathy sounds. No demands of more, or harder, or deeper. That's not what this is about. This is about closeness. About the desire to simply feel one another. Pleasure for pleasure's sake. It's not about chasing an orgasm - at least not yet, that will come later - but about the experience itself. The intimacy of it all.

"You feel so good," Rain breathes, trailing his lips along Dew's shoulder, the place where it meets that slender neck. "You always feel so good." He nudges the little ghoul's messy braid out of the way to press a kiss to his nape, relishing the soft huff of pleasure Dew gives in return.

"So do you," he sighs, still a bit hoarse from last night's more...rigorous activities. Dew reaches back to lay an elegant hand on Rain's hip, giving him a fond squeeze. The other one strokes Rain's arm, the one wrapped around his waist, Dew tracing a claw along the sensitive place where Rain's fin meets his skin. Rain presses his nose into Dew's hair and lets the scent of a springtime sunshower flood his senses.

"Love having you like this," Rain murmurs, the words dripping with genuine affection. Dew tips his head and Rain takes the invitation to kiss along the gentle slope of his throat, just behind his gills. The little ghoul trills low in his throat, pleased. Quiet agreement. They don't really need words right now - the depth of their connection is palpable without them.

Rain slips his hand from Dew's waist, callused fingertips sliding over cool skin until he finds Dew's cock. He isn't fully hard, and that's absolutely fine by the both of them. It sits perfectly in Rain's loose grip, pudgy with interest and slick at the tip. Rain gives it a gentle fondle just because he can, and Dew offers a soft groan in return. He pats Rain's hip a few moments later, just enough to get his attention.

"Wanna ride you," he murmurs, turning his head just enough for Rain to see the blissful look on his beautiful face. Who could possibly say no to that?

"Whatever you want, angelfish."

Dew chirrpus at the nickname, one he only allows Rain to use when they have each other like this. Something about these encounters brings out the softest parts in each of them. Exposes something that they'd rather keep hidden. A shared pale underbelly of care and kindness.

How disgusting.

Rain gives one last lazy thrust before be pulls out with an overtly wet sound, a combination of Dew's slick and a not-small amount of his own pre coating his length. Dew flips onto his other side before Rain has a chance to shift onto his back, catching him in a kiss that's equal parts hungry and relaxed. Dew tastes of the lake, fresh and clean, with a hint of something green beneath the surface. It's refreshing and nothing short of intoxicating.

"You have morning breath," Dew teases between slow strokes of his tongue, and they both let out soft laughs. Clearly neither of them is in the mood to care.

Dew doesn't make a show of climbing on top of him, but Rain finds himself enthralled regardless. He's in no rush, bracing himself on Rain's chest with one hand as he straddles his narrow hips and sinks back onto Rain's cock with what would otherwise be agonizing slowness. Here, it feels appropriate. Welcome, somehow. Dew bottoms out with a deep groan, one that comes with a hypnotic ripple of the gills at his ribs, his chin dropped to his chest.

Dew said he wanted to ride, but they both knew he didn't mean it. Not in the traditional sense. He doesn't bounce. Doesn't give the urgent little snaps of his hips usually associated with this position. Instead, he rests his hands on Rain's stomach and moves his hips in slow circles. A rhythmic grind that serves to drag breathy moans from each of them.

"Legs," Dew murmurs after a minute, "please."

Rain doesn't have to ask what he means. He rests his hands on Dew's thighs and bends his own legs, planting his feet on the mattress and brings his knees together. Dew leans back without prompting, rests against Rain's thighs with an almost too-sweet sigh. Rain can see all of him like this, and it never fails to take his breath away.

They may both be water ghouls, but the differences between them are very distinct. Rain's coloration leans oceanic; the cerulean of his eyes, the bluish tint of his skin, the purple edges of his gills and fins. His bioluminescent markings, dark hair and razor sharp obsidian horns. They all speak of some unknowable deep sea creature, one who will lure you in with its siren song and eat you alive.

Dew, though, is certainly a creature of fresh water. Of lakes and streams, rivers and rainstorms. His skin is the palest shade of shimmering gray, melting into greens and blues at his fins and gills. His long hair, even braided, flows like the water itself. Silver and ethereal, sparkling strands hanging in his face at all times. His horns are shorter than Rain's, little curved things carrying the unmistakable patina of mother-of-pearl. He has no markings, but Rain doesn't think he needs them. The lines of his lithe body are stunning enough without them.

Dew tips his head back, stretches his arms over his head while he grinds, and Rain lets himself drink in every inch of the little ghoul above him.

The sheen of his sweat-slick skin, dotted with marks in every shade of purple courtesy of Rain's fingers and fangs. The flare of his gills, the shift of his fins. The ridges of his ribs, the sparkle of the rings threaded through those pert, pink nipples. The patches of iridescent scales along his collar bones, along the vee of his hips. The way Dew's half-hard cock rests on his belly, drooling pre into Rain's happy trail with every leisurely roll of his hips. Dewdrop is, in a word,

"Beautiful."

Dew lets out a shaky groan, and Rain matches it at the feeling of Dew getting even slicker around him, watching his cock begin to fatten up in earnest. Watching the foreskin slide back, slowly exposing the shiny pink head. A reaction to the praise that Dew doesn't even try to hide.

He kneads at Dew's thighs with soothing hands, licking his lips as the little ghoul rolls his neck. He meets Rain's adoring gaze with sparkling seafoam eyes and a very specific laxity in his posture. He straightens up enough to place cool palms on Rain's stomach and smiles, flashing the crowded, chipped fangs that Rain always finds so impossibly charming.

"Say it again," he lilts, his voice honey-thick. Rain grins up at him with crinkled eyes.

"If I do will you kiss me again?" Dew huffs out a soft laugh, rolling his eyes.

"Only one way to find out."

Dew glides his hands up Rain's chest, planting them on his shoulders and leaning down, resting their foreheads together. Bumping horns in a subtle show of affection. Rain's smile goes soft around the edges when Dew's hair falls into his face, tickling his cheeks. He sinks long fingers into those stunning silver locks, rubbing their noses together.

"You're beautiful, Dew," he croons, flicking his tongue over the little ghoul's plush lower lip. "So fucking beautiful." Dewdrop giggles against his mouth.

"So are you, fish stick."

Rain laughs and Dew takes the opportunity to capture him in an open-mouthed kiss, loud and wet and full of promise. He wants to deepen it, to hold Dew close and fuck him boneless, but he doesn't. Not yet.

After all, they're not in a rush.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain x dewdrop #rain/dewdrop #raindrop #wet boy wednesday

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ghouletteanon · 1 year

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The first ghoul to welcome Rain topside is Mist, even before his pack leader Aether names him.

She covers his shivering form with a soft, thick robe, helping him take his first unsure steps on dry ground. He still shivers from the shock, but he calms down when he is concentrating on walking instead of the pain and fright of being ripped from his home. He stumbles over his legs, but she is unwavering in her support as she helps him, and they make their way slowly to Mist’s quarters where she assists him into a bathtub.

“Are you a sweet or salty little fish?” Mist asks, as if it’s not obvious that unlike her the new ghoul had markings from the deepest and darkest parts of the pits. She holds up a package of salts. Not bath salts, just simple sea salt crystals. It’s clear that she was prepared to welcome a new water ghoul, and the new ghoul is touched. You only looked after yourself back in the pits. He is still too tired and discombobulated from the summoning to care about if she wants payback later.

“Salt, please” the new water ghoul says in ghoulish, his voice rough from screaming. The summoning had been rough for him, and breathing air made his throat dry and raspy.

He watches intently how the bathtub gets filled with water from a tap that he thinks has to be magic. He cups his webbed hands under the tap, collecting water and pressing it against his neck gills. His tail unfurls from where he kept it wrapped around his waist, and he splashes around in the water to both his and Mist’s amusement.

Mist sings under her breath as she mixes the salt into the bathwater, and he recognizes it as a siren song from home.

Being topside is not too bad, he thinks as he sinks down in the bath and lets the salt water run through his gills.

#rain ghoul #mist ghoulette #ga writes #wet boy wednesday #unbeta'd

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bugtransport · 5 months

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HAPPY WET BOY WEDNESDAY: ROAD TRIP EDITION

#wet boy wednesday

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ankerrigan · 10 months

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lighting study I never finished

#loz #lonk..... wake up lonk.......#wet boy wednesday #my art #fandom tag #archive

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glassofpumpkinjuice · 10 months

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since it's summer it's the perfect time to listen to summer days feat. patrick stump :)

#patrick stump #fall out boy #kind of #my gifs #wet beast wednesday continues #how do i get the job of dumping buckets of water on his chest #👁️👁️#*#1k

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bethanythebogwitch · 8 months

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It's October and I want to talk about something creepy, so this Wet Beast Wednesday is about the lancetfish. These things look like what would happen if a fish became a vampire. Lancetfish are the only members of their family, Alepisauridae and consist of two species: The longnose lancetfish Apleisaurus ferox and the shortnose lancetfish Apleisaurus brevirostris. While they are often caught as bycatch, there is still a lot we don't know about them.

(image: a lancetfish held by an angler. Its body is long, skinny, and silvery. Its dorsal fin extends down most of its back and is supported by a series of long, thin spines. Its head is pointed and the moth is very wide. It has a large, green eye. The tail is out of frame)

Lancetfish are long and skinny fish capable of reaching up to 2.08 meters (6.8 ft). Their dorsal fins are especially notable, stretching down most of their backs and being spiny, resulting in one common name for them being the "handsaw fish". The fin likely gives stability when the fish swims fast and can fold down. The fin is situated in a groove so when it folds down, the top of the fish is smooth and reduces drag. Lancetfish are also one of the relatively few fish to have an adipose fin. The mouth is large and opens very wide. It has long, skinny teeth that point backwards and are adapted to hold onto struggling prey. Their bodies have no scales, only smooth skin with pores for the lateral line. The name "Alepisaurus" means "scaleless lizard", a reference to their body shape and lack of scales. The stomach can expand to hold a very large volume. Lancetfish lack swim bladders and are simultaneous hermaphrodites, posessing male and female gonads at the same time. They show some anatomical differences from other hermaphroditic fish, including testicles that are independent from the ovaries.

(image: a lancetfish held by a child on a boat. More detain can be seen on the dorsal fin, which includes four spines that grow long past the webbing. The tail ends in a forked fin.

Lancetfish are found worldwide except for arctic regions and are more common in temperate to tropical waters, but have been found as far north as Greenland. They are found in the mesopelagic (twilight) and bathypelagic (midnight) zones, but sometimes swim closer to the surface and can be found at a huge variety of depths. They are unusually large for fish that live in those areas. They are generally believed to be solitary, but may gather together to mate. They may also be migratory, as they have been reported seasonally appearing and disappearing in some locations. Lancetfish do also travel to colder waters if food is scarce. They are predators with extremely wide diets that include fish, cephalopods, tunicates, and crustaceans. They are also notoriously cannibalistic, as lancetfish show up in the stomachs of other lancetfish very frequently. There have even beec cases of scientists finding a lancetfish inside of a lancetfish inside of a lancetfish. They are so well known for cannibalism that they are often named "cannibal fish". Lancetfish are likely ambush predators. Their muscles are gelatinous, which is unsuitable for chases but does work for sudden bursts of speed. They most likely hang motionless in the water, waiting for prey to pass. How lancetfish reproduce is unknown, but they are probably broadcast spawners.

(image: a lancetfish in its natural habitat. It is suspended vertically in the water, with the head pointing up. Its dorsal fin is folded back)

One interesting feature of lancetfish is how slow their digestion is. Lancetfish are often found with undigested or partially digested food in their stomachs. One hypothesis is that They digest food slowly wile living a low-energy lifestyle to make the energy gained from each meal last as long as possible. Another is that the stomach acts like storage and will only begin digestion if the fish is low on energy. This provides an interesting avenue of research. Lancetfish caught as bycatch or that was up on beaches can be dissected to investigate their stomach contents, which are so much more pristine than those of other species. This means each lancetfish acts as a net, containing tons of specimens that give us a good (if biased) look at the bathypelagic food web and local biodiversity. Scientists are starting to find a lot of plastic in lancetfish stomachs. It is hypothesized that some of this plastic may be ingested by prey who practice daily vertical migration bringing tiny pieces of plastic down into deeper waters where they are ingested by larger predators. Some plastic pieces found may be too large to be explained by this method alone, such as a fragment of a black plastic bag around the same size as a hand towel found in one lancetfish. This is part of growing evidence that shows plastic pollution is not just a problem for the surface as was previously though, but exists throughout the water column.

I told you, its a vampire fish (image: a close-up of a lancetfish head. Its mouth is open, showing the teeth. They are long, skinny, and sharp. Most are short, but a few on the top and bottom are much larger than the others)

Lancetfish are not commercially caught as there is no market for them. Their gelatinous meat is considered unappetizing, though it is also said to taste sweet. They are considered pests in longline fishing industries for taking bait intended for other species. The amount of lancetfish bycatch is increasing, possibly indicating population growth due to overfishing of their competition and prey. Known predators of lancetfish include tuna, cod, opah, salmon sharks, and sea lions. Because of how deep they live, not much is known about any conservation needs

(image: a juvenile lancetfih. Its body is green and translucent and much shorter than that of the adult. The head has the same shape as the adult. The dorsal fin is much smaller and less distinct. The body is curved at the spine and the internal organs are visible through the skin)

#wet beast wednesday #lancetfish #lancet fish #fish #fishblr #marine biology #biology #zoology #ecology #animal facts #pictures #long boi

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nocturnalghoul · 1 year

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💙Wet Boy Wednesday!!💙

#Wet boy Wednesday babes!#rain 😊💙#nocturnal ramblings #with a touch of background Dew bc HE COUNTS #the band ghost

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doomspaniels · 10 months

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Today we are learning Civil Engineering! We are exploring canals and irrigation.

Afterwards we went through the wading pool a few times and then dumped it. That's some fine, dusty sand, and it makes sticky sloppy mud. Good day for it, though, still under heatwave conditions.

[Video Description: Tristan, a black and white cocker spaniel, splashes in water at the edge of a puddle. As he splashes, he digs out the edges of the puddle, and water flows toward him in new rivulets. The first time he jumps backwards as the water rushes towards him, but afterwards he lets it run--has he done this before, with a bigger puddle? Sounds: splashing in water, and behind us, horses banging buckets as they eat.]

Good grief he's adorable 😄

#tristan #cocker spaniel #dogblr #the professor #expanding his interests beyond geology #wet beast wednesday #video #clever boy #gif #the laughter is gonna kill me #emergency bath #a muddy dog is a happy dog #civil engineering canals and irrigation #a dam smart boy

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birdmomblogs · 1 year

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#wet beast wednesday #seal #found this bad boy at a thrift store #birdmom posts

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gaykamenridermemes · 1 year

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#Finally got to episode 9 of Kamen Rider X and MAN #Apollo Geist really is That Extra we love to see it #Apollo Geist #kamen rider x #Happy Wet Boy Wednesday to those who celebrate

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miasmaghoul · 1 year

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Mushy May - Day 3

Prompt: Pre-show rituals

Rating: Teen+ Pairing: Rain/Dew Contains: banter, snack time, rude jokes and a little lasciviousness (nothing overt, but heavily implied at the end) Word Count: 742

Summary: Rain and Dew enjoy the presence of one another before a show. And also a snack.

The time Rain spends backstage with Dew is a ritual in and of itself, one attended by just the two of them. They always leave the bus first, making their way to whatever dingy dressing room awaits them. They find their costumes together. Dress together. Rain braids Dew’s hair and Dew pins back Rain’s in return. It’s all done in silence, a few precious moments of calm before the storm, and that silence is always broken in the same way.

“Did you bring them?” Rain holds up the last bobby pin Dew needs, smiling at the way the little ghoul’s tongue pokes out between his teeth in focus.

“I always do,” he replies, taking the offered pin and slipping it into place.

“Can I have the first one?”

“You always do,” Dew murmurs, and Rain lets out a happy trill.

Dew steps back and Rain gives his head a test wiggle - perfect, as always. Not a stray strand to be seen or felt. Dew’s become an expert at this over the years, down to needing just eight pins to keep Rain’s otherwise unruly curls under perfect control. The little ghoul nods, satisfied, and when he turns to rifle through his road bag, Rain takes a moment to admire the fishtail he’d woven out of Dew’s golden locks. He smiles to himself, and if he weren’t glamoured his gills would be flared with pride.

Dew turns back with a small plastic package, his own lips quirked up in a gentle smirk, flopping down next to Rain on the battered old couch. Rain presses their thighs together and Dew leans into him like it’s second nature. Comfortable. Familiar.

“Here ya go, princess,” he teases, relinquishing the goods. “Fresh from the local Kum & Go.” Rain snorts as he takes his prize - a sleeve of four miniature powdered donuts.

“Is that really what it was called?” He tears open one end of the plastic sleeve, careful to hold it away from himself so he can avoid wearing the accompanying avalanche of sugar.

“Swear to Lucifer,” Dew says, grabbing his phone from the side table, “look, I took a picture.” He certainly did, and Rain barks out a laugh at the sight of it. He shakes his head, plucking a donut from the package before handing it back to Dew.

“With a ‘k’ and everything,” Rain murmurs, tapping the excess powdered sugar from his treat. “Humans are a strange breed.” Dew makes a brief noise of assent, and the silence settles back in while they munch on their donuts.

It’s a peaceful sort of quiet, one that helps calm the budding pre-show nerves Rain can feel itching at the back of his mind. For all of Dew’s fire, all of his vitriol, his presence in these moments is nothing but soothing. Rain makes a grabby motion a minute later and Dew takes out another donut, handing back the package so Rain can do the same. He always gets the first and last ones. Call it a superstition.

Rain holds his donut up, repeating his sugar shake, and Dew holds up his own to do the same. When he does, Rain makes a very important observation.

“You ever notice that these sort of look like buttholes?”

Dew breaks into a smile bright enough to rival the sun.

“Sure, why d’you think I never get the chocolate frosted ones?”

Rain’s sudden, sharp peals of laughter bounce around the room in a hysterical echo. It’s loud and boisterous, unhinged in the best way. By the time he comes back to himself there Rain has tears streaming down his cheeks and a grinning Dewdrop glued to his side. Rain blinks the moisture from his eyes as his giggles die down, and he can’t help but press a wet kiss to Dew’s cheek. The little ghoul gives an indignant squawk, but that toothy smile gives him away.

At length, Dew raises his snack to his lips, and it gives Rain an idea. He catches Dew’s wrist before he can eat it and earns a scowl for his efforts.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Rain coos, bringing Dew’s hand to his mouth, “you just reminded me of my plans for later.” The little ghoul tips his head, gives him a curious chirp. “Here, let me show you.”

Rain stares him in the eye, presses his tongue into the center of the donut, and Dew can’t hide the way his ears go pink

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #mushy may #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #raindrop #rain/dew #rain x dew #technically this also counts for #wet boy wednesday

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petewentz- · 1 month

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