Yes. Probably Does.

Please remember to take care of yourself and to love yourself

Copia specifically requested it 🫶🏽

*Quiet chanting*

Omega Omega Omega

*violently getting louder*

OMEGA OMEGA OMEGA

AAAAAA

Random interviewer: "And how many times do you normally edge yourself during a concert?"

Swiss:

random interviewer: . . .

Swiss: "..Yes"

Cirrus who's next to swiss during concerts: -boi hands-

(this was funnier in my head.)

Ghoul tails and puppy paws

age regression is a coping that can be both voluntary and/or involuntary it is entirely safe and reccomended by therapists if they believe it would be effective for said person but as mentioned for some people it is entirely unpredictable, if this makes you uncomfortable please carry on elsewhere thank you <3

1000 words on the dot!

Depressed phantom? Phantom is age regressed, phantom uses they/them pronouns, swiss uses he/him but thats only this one, we love our swiss gendered ghouls

Happy ending of course cause im a man of hurt comfort 🤠

Based on the pictures of phantom with little sunshine 🐶

"Buggy you know the answer, i want to appease your wishes but what about the clergy, the other ghouls" a shiver runs down his back at the thought of sister imperator "and seestor" he mumbles her title not wanting to give it a second thought.

♤

Papa can we keep little sunshine? " phantom who was all but big right now pleaded, following papa copia around like a lost puppy themself, their hands behind their back holding their own tail just under the spade.

The quintessence ghoul nodded dejectedly "yes papa" they mumbled wandering off.

They're not exactly sure why they felt so distraught after such but something in them felt sickeningly cold, a longing for a friend or companion, the warmth of a little sunshine.

They'd been slower more downcast, especially for a little ghoul who was bouncing off the walls 24/7 when they realized their own presence in the church wasn’t as truly temporary as previously stated.

It may had not been noticed by the crowd but the other ghouls even with their glamor up could feel a deep frosted alone feeling eating its way into phantom, the way their mind had ate at itself when they had first been summoned under the terms of temporary, their friendship with this puppy was deeper seated than just wanting a cute pet, this was a longing for someone who felt like them, for a puppy who radiated the same dejected cold feeling when people would pick up her litter mates not even giving her a second glance, how she stayed to the back of their little fenced in area keeping herself away from the puppy cuddle pile.

They were lost, almost stumbling over their own feet and the music at their fingertips, their glamor almost slipping at the same time as them almost into their headspace as their mind ate away at them.

By the time the show was over all they wanted to do was pick up their little friend and hold her, it wasn't a want it was desperation, they*needed* to hold her.

Papa was nowhere to be found, of course he wasn't, why would he be when he has a regressing ghoul begging for a companion that no one here understood the connection between, it was surreal, all stumbly and depressed they helped or at least tried helping pack up the equipment, trying to keep their mind occupied.

"bug, hey little quint- go say goodbye to your puppy friend, the people are packing up and letting us say goodbyes, c’mon baby-bug" swiss had come up behind them with his chest to phantoms back, giving them sorta a hug where swiss' left hand came around patting phantom in the center of their chest while swiss craned his neck to look somewhat through the mesh peripheral vision areas on the goggles.

Oddly enough this statement felt like it was being burned into their being, having a chance to say goodbye hurt so much more than the empty feeling of no second chance to see her, but they couldn't help it, thats supposed to be their best friend.

Their feet aimlessly trace them in the direction of the people with the puppies and kittens, swiss following them closely already aware.

Phantom walking over to the puppy-pen their little friend nowhere to be seen, their breathing picks up and their mind becoming spotty, looking around at all hands in the area for the sunshine, where is she, why does it feel like they're a planet quickly falling out of revolution of its sol, shes nowhere, maybe they're giving her another bath?

Their mind going a million miles an hour, they longed for their friend, one of the lovely ladies from earlier walking over noticing phantom by the black horns of their mask, "you here to say goodbye to the critters?" She smiled

Without caring if their voice came out how it does when they are little they mumble out "sunshine?" It sounded like a beg if you could see their eyes they would be big and full of agony and they're on a collision course with the abyss.

"Im so sorry, she was just adopted maybe five minutes ago" she says with sympathy

Their world us shattered, send them back to hell for all they cares, they cant breathe, the pits would do nothing to thaw the now set permafrost in their chest.

"Is there any other that you'd like to say goodbye to?" A careful smile with the absolution of sorrow painted in her gaze, he stumbles back into swiss' chest "hey buggy, its okay, come on baby" swiss whispers to deaf ears.

They're devastated, but alas theres nothing that can be done, for once they’ll let themself feel this, let it sink in, it's not like there was much of an option to begin with.

Once back to the tour bus they don’t even bother taking off their boots or helmet, all the buzzing commotion can wait, everyone can continue as their world sits in a slow muddled pause, they climb into their bunk curling up into a ball, hiding away from the potential ghoul piles, taking them self out of the limelight, the clergy would pay no second glance, maybe this is what it actually feels like to be temporary.

Their glamor fallen and little mind soaked in sorrow, the spade of their tail pressed against the muzzle, the only thing keeping them from crying out.

The curtain to the bunk being slowly opened and yet little bug squashed by the world they payed no mind to words or hands or little puppy paws.

Puppy paws? Gloved hands reaching over phantom putting the sunshine between them and the wall of the bunk, all senses are lit a blaze a revolution, of shared happy whimpers between to two little friends, their mind warm, safe, permanent because forever is only as ling as it needs to be, and this little ray of sunshine is his clarity "my sunshine" they smile

Happy Spooky season!!

Commission. Do not use!

Dewdrop has one singular kit

Rating: some very descriptive details of birth but it's not too bad, other than that it's sfw

Wc: 1421 (?!??!)

Based on a 3am conversation with @sphylor @muddiestpath @terzosboyfriend and I can't remember who else wanted to be tagged but you'll see it anyways

A/n the ending is super rushed I apologize, I will probably be making a part 2 but don't expect it

It came with no warning at all, he had no warning signs, no symptoms. But here he was. Dewdrop had been on his way to do his chores, sweeping the library and tidying up the book shelves. He never quite made it that far.

Hide. Nest. Hide.

The words repeated themselves in his mind, becoming more and more urgent. He looked around the corridor, searching for a spot he could sneak into and tuck himself away in. The supply closet! He slammed himself into the small, dusty room. It smelled of mildew and old clothes, not much light filtering through aside from where the door didn't come flush to the floor.

He crouched down into the corner, propping himself against the cold stone wall. He ripped his sweater off, suddenly feeling hot and itchy, a sheen of sweat covering his burning skin.

What is going on.

He wasn't due for his heat yet, not for another month. This wasn't a rut, while those came without warning they didn't come with pain. And oh does he hurt.

His lower abdomen is aching, a sharp breathtaking pain that has him seeing stars. Squeezing his eyes shut, he begged for whatever the hell this was to end. With a start he realized his jeans were damp, the sulfuric tang of distress hitting his nose in a way that made his stomach drop. He quickly kicked his pants and underwear off, letting out a small gasp at the dark red stain pooling under his milky white thighs.

I'm dying. Yup. This is it, this is how I go.

He whines as a particularly sharp pain blooms through his gut, lurching forward and wrapping his arms around himself. The searing ache only intensifies as the seconds tick, his breath fast and heavy. He feels like he can't breathe, like no matter how much air he sucks in its just not enough.

He doesn't realize he's crying until he feels a tear slide down his throat, tickling his skin in an infuriating way before he wipes at it with a shaky hand. It was a token gesture, a useless one at that. He was crying in earnest now, his breath catching in his throat as he sobbed through fresh waves of pain. Surely someone would hear him? Hear his quiet whimpers and come save him?

His head spun as he sunk his teeth into his thigh, hoping the sensation would distract him from the rest. His ears are ringing, his head feeling so far away.

But then, through the fog he hears a small whine. It's not his own. When he looks for the source, he's met with a lump of wet fuz and tiny limbs. A kit?

He picks it up gently, looking it over for any abnormalities before nipping the chord at its stomach. He set to work licking it clean, chasing the fluids away and fluffing up its soft down-like fur. He couldn't see through his tear filled eyes, these tears were different than before. His body shook with the effort of staying upright, his stomach still painfully contorting to get the rest out. He's acting on instinct now, lifting the kit to his chest so it can feed.

I need Aether, fuck.

He calls out, a weak chatter that he knows no one can hear. But he doesn't stop. Someone has to walk by sooner or later, maybe a Sister of Sin, maybe some church staff. He doesn't really care who, just someone. As if Satan himself was answering his silent prayers, the door opens, flooding the small room with light. Dewdrop hisses at the sudden assault, curling in on himself in an act to shield the whining kit in his arms. The creaky door muffled the sound of the placenta finally leaving his body, hitting the ground with an audible squelch.

"Dew? Fuck, Dew, what happened? Are you bleeding? Fuck."

Aether.

He let out a sigh of relief, lifting his heavy head and meeting the ghouls worried gaze. Aether pulled his phone out, sending Mountain a quick text.

A: hey can you come to the storage room down by the library and bring a blanket?

It's dew.

He shoved his phone back into his pocket, ignoring the several pings Mountain sent in response.

"Dew, I need you to tell me what happened. Hey, hey it's okay! Shhh it's okay."

Aether stopped his approach when Dew only responded with a distressed chatter, fresh tears staining his cheeks. He slowly unfurled himself, showing the bigger ghoul his kit. When he leaned down to get a closer look, he was awestruck. It was tiny, barely a handful. Thin webbing was just barely visible between its little fingers and toes, the hint of fins poking out from the soft tufts of fur. It was a pale, almost white blue, spotted with little iridescent scales.

Aether smiled, shocked at the news. He held his hands out, silently asking Dew to let him hold the little thing. Dewdrop hesitated, anxiety blooming across his chest. But he was tired, his body still aching. He placed the kit in Aethers arms, scampering his way into the ghouls lap hissing at the fresh pain his movements brought.

"She's so small. I reckon this is Rain's kit, huh?"

Dew smiled, tucking his head into Aethers neck. The resemblance is uncanny.

"Unholy shit……"

Mountain stood in the doorway, blanket in one hand, his phone in the other. He sputtered trying to wrap his head around the scene before him. Dew is a mess, covered in his own blood and bodily fluids, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. His face is bright red and damp with tears, and he is very naked. He stepped forward, draping the blanket over Dewdrop's shoulders, staring in awe at the little creature Aether was placing back onto the little ghouls chest.

"Alright bud, you're not gonna like this, just bear with me okay. I'm gonna lift up."

Aether scoops him up, careful to not jostle him too hard but the movement still makes him let out a small squeak. He whispers soothing words into his ear, telling him how good he did and how proud he was.

"Erm….before we get too far, Dew, we have uuhhh, two new summons."

His ears pinned to the side of his head as he held his kit closer. Letting Aether, who he trusts with his life, hold her was too much. Having new ghouls he didn't know around just brought back his anxiety even as Aether was pressing his quintessence into him to sooth it. He gave his head a little shake, his eyes wide as he silently pleaded with the earth ghoul.

"Hey, shhh, it's okay. We'll get your room and you won't even know they're there. How's a bath sound?"

He nods, relaxing at the thought of being clean. He can still feel the warm sticky liquid dripping down his legs, his whole body covered in sweat. He wanted a bath, some food, and Rain.

With a start he realizes just how much he wants Rain right now.

“R-rain.”

His voice comes out hoarse, quiet and strained.

“We can get him for you, he's gonna be so excited.”

Dew lifts his head as they enter the ghouls wing, the others were all in the common room. Swiss was showing the new ghoul something on his phone, Cumulus and Cirrus were snuggled up on the loveseat, Rain was watching Sunshine show the new ghoulette how to crochet. They all perked up when they saw Dew, Rain jumping up to follow them into his room.

“What- oh. Oh!”

Mountain started the bathwater, Aether setting the little ghoul on the toilet to go grab some more comfortable clothes. Rain knelt down, placing his hands on Dews' knees as he watched the little kit lift its head and sniff the air.

“No offense Dew, but she looks just like Rain.”

Dew only smiled, that's exactly what he's been saying in his head.

Aether helped him bathe and get dressed, putting him in only a pair of boxers and a zip up hoodie for easy access. Taking his time, he makes sure the little ghoul is comfy, Rain snuggled up next to him, the two of them cooing over their creation and purring contentedly. His heart swells with pride as he takes a moment to watch them, a look of adoration painting their faces.

No one would have guessed, but seeing it now, he knew Dewdrop was going to be a great parent.

Does anyone have any rec fics for ghoul kits? I want some fluff (maybe some angst) for breakfast.

Also, I can almost never find any so pls help 😭

No one:

Absolutely no one

Me at three am, violently snatching my phone: I wonDer if Pinterest haS picS moRe of CoPia's Cake.

Yea..when I'm bored I look up the most horrendous and insanely unorthodox things at 3am..most things being a mix of the papas and ghouls.

Worry Me, Worry You

[Dew is sick Swiss has some feelings about it. Contains discussion of being sick both in the sense of being unwell as well as in the physical sense. A fair bit of angst with a mild resolution at the end.] Below the cut.

When Dew gets sick, It starts with a weakness in his fingers, an inability to grip things in his hand without it feeling... off.

His muscles and joints feel loose and wrong, so he clenches his fists tighter, strains and tires himself without realizing until he can't manage simple tasks anymore.

His hands shake, and his sight goes to static at the edges, save for a strange, drifting clear spot in his vision, that has a filminess to it like a soap bubble without the rainbow sheen.

The pain doesn't set in right away, but the inability to focus his vision, combined by the sudden loss of his fine motor tells him it's only a matter of time before it does.

So when his hand refuses to close around the pen he's been using to scribble down notes with, he knows something's wrong... and he needs to deal with it before someone sees him.

Dew wets his lips, grateful to have caught things in the early stages, before his stomach has a chance to turn, before he feels that familiar numbness in the back of his throat...

He drops the pen onto the desk and closes his eyes, trying to strategize how exactly he's going to make it from his desk to his on suite bathroom without jostling himself too much.

He only needs to make it ten feet.

Why does that seem so far away now?

With great difficulty, Dew stands on unsure feet for only a moment before feeling lightheaded and dizzy.

"Shit." he staggers uncoordinatedly in one spot before carefully lowering himself to the ground, knees pressing into the hardwood, and crawls to the bathroom instead.

He can barely reach the handle from the floor, but when he does, the door refuses to budge, and Dew bumps against it weakly with his shoulder, accidentally knocking his head and wincing.

He really needs to get this thing fucking fixed.

His head and the damned door.

Dew grunts awkwardly, smacking his hand uselessly against the flat surface.

It doesn't even make a sound when his hand slaps it, looks more like he's drunkenly petting it if anything.

Fuck.

His eyes water, clouding his already hazy vision as the pain starts to really set in.

It's like someone stabbing him repeatedly in the head with a metal fork, but lifting each time to scrape against the insides of his skull, and the only thing he can think to do is press his face to the floor and hope it's cold enough to soothe the persistent pulsing in his brain.

He tries to breathe normally, keep himself from clenching his jaw, but it's hard.

His body feels impossibly heavy.

He shivers.

Across the room, he can hear his phone buzzing.

Someone's calling him, but he just closes his eyes, trying to block out the noise.

It's not easy, and the grating sound of it rattling against the desktop feels like a knife in his ear, but, eventually, he's more focused on keeping his stomach settled and his head cooled that he's too out of it to realize his bedroom door is opening.

.

.

.

When Dew opens his eyes again, he's in his bed, bundled up in a sweatshirt too big to be his own, propped up on his side by a pillow wedged under his back, and a blanket covering him from the waist down, so his legs stay warm, but ensuring that his tender stomach stays relatively cooler.

A cold compress falls from his neck as he lifts his head, looking around the room tiredly.

He's dully aware of two things as he comes back to himself.

His mouth tastes like... peppermint.

Whoever put him here also brushed his teeth, and...

There's a distinct smell of artificial lemons in the air, like the floor cleaner they use specifically for the wood floors when there's been a spill so it doesn't leave a stain.

He tries not to think about what the person needed to clean up besides, ya know, him.

Dew sniffs again, but something about the action causes a fleck of spit to go down the wrong tube, and he lets out a little cough, which quickly turns into a groan as the muscles in his abdomen contract.

"Ah, you're awake."

Dew makes a small, befuddled noise in the back of his throat, followed by a weary chirp when he sees Rain walk into the room, smiling at him.

Dew drags himself up into a sitting position, and Rain is quick to rearrange his pillows to keep him upright.

"...Did you clean up my... the mess?" he croaks, his throat feels painfully dry, "Ow..."

"Mm-mm." Rain shakes his head, uncapping a water bottle and handing it to Dew.

"Nah, that was Swiss, he's the one who found you on the floor. Said he was coming to show you something stupid he bought and... yeah."

Dew tries to lift the bottle to drink, but his hands are too shaky and he spills a little down the front of his shirt, pouting.

Seeing his predicament, Rain steadies the bottle enough for Dew to drink a few good sips of water before taking it back and setting it on the nightstand beside the bed, "Better?"

"Mn..." he clicks his tongue, "I feel like... a rock... a rock made of shit."

"That's... I have no idea if feeling like a coprolite is better or worse than you felt before, but I'm going to assume that means you're feeling... relatively okay?"

"Ehn." Dew shrugs, "...my head doesn't hurt anymore, but my stomach's being a bitch..."

"Do you think you're going to throw up again?" Rain asks, worriedly eyeing the bathroom door.

"No... it's just sore now." he says, sinking back into the pillows, looking around the room curiously, "...Where'd Swiss go?"

"To take a shower." Rain says, glancing at the floor.

Ah.

"...'m sorry." Dew mumbles and Rain just smiles sadly and pets his hair.

"If you want to apologize to properly, you've gotta rest up and get better, okay?"

Dew nods, purring sleepily as Rain scratches around his horns.

"Any idea what made you sick?" Rain asks and Dew shrugs.

"Mn, migraine maybe... dunno..." he tugs at his shirt, "...Whose is this? Is this a unicorn riding a... riding a motorcyle, what?"

"It's Cirrus'."

Dew pinches his eyes shut and grumbles, "How many of you saw me all... gross and shit?"

There's a brief pause of consideration before Rain responds.

"Uh... When Swiss found you, he kind of shouted and..."

Dew covers his face with his hands.

"...Fuuuck..."

"We didn't know what was happening and-" Rain cuts himself off, watching tears dribble down Dew's chin, "Dew? Dew, does something hurt?"

"'m fuckin' embarrassed, what the fuck..." he whines, turning away from Rain and smushing his face into the pillow.

"Dew, it's-"

"'s'not okay..." Dew mumbles, "...I don't even remember what happened between being on the floor and now, and you all... that's fuckin' stupid."

"How's it stupid?"

"...I'm stupid. This is stupid-"

"Dew-"

"-My body's fucking stupid!" Dew cries, whipping around and throwing the pillows off his bed in a fit, flopping back down only to kick the sheets off as well, sniffling angrily when they refuse to untangle from around his legs.

"I'm a fuckin' demon! I'm supposed to be tougher than this!"

"Dew." Rain says a bit more firmly, grabbing his knees, forcing his legs to still, "Dew, I know it's upsetting, but we've got this, yeah? We're gonna take care of you."

"I don't want that..." Dew wipes his eyes with the sleeve of Cirrus' sweatshirt, "Don't want it..."

"Don't want us to take care of you or..." Rain tries, lowering his voice.

"Don't want..." Dew rolls onto his side again, "...I don't... I don't like..."

Rain tilts his head and waits.

"...I don't..." he can't finish the sentence.

He doesn't even know how he's supposed to articulate what he's feeling right now aside from sick.

His brain feels like pudding and all he can keep thinking about is how all of them...

...All of them...

"...Don't like it when you see me... see me like that..." he says finally, picking at the mattress, "Just leave me on the floor next time, pretend you didn't notice-"

The door creaks open and Swiss enters with his arms crossed.

"You... you know we can't do that, right?" he scoffs, holding his hand up when Dew opens his mouth to argue, "Sorry, baby boy, but I... we don't like seeing you suffer as much as you seem to want to hide it, so, like, no."

Dew hisses, but feels the fight leaving him when Rain sends him a sympathetic look and kneads his shoulder soothingly.

Swiss enters the room fully and shuts the door part way, leaving it ajar, before sitting down on the end of his bed, just out of kicking range in case Dew throws another tantrum.

"...This is fucking humiliating..." Dew huffs, staring daggers at his ceiling fan.

"Which part? Your sweet new sleep shirt curtesy of Cirrus, or the fact that we all love you so much we wouldn't let you lie on the floor in agony?"

Dew tilts his head down to look at the shirt again.

"...The latter."

He does have to admit he likes the design, but that's not the point.

"Well, too bad. We love ya, and you're going to have to get used to that." Swiss teases, "But, really, dude... We were really worried."

Rain nods.

"I would have been fine..." Dew whispers, "Not my first rodeo with this shit, so..."

"And you know that's more concerning, right?" Swiss points out, "Cause here's the thing; I don't care if you don't care about your own wellbeing, I mean, I fucking DO because you should care, but that's not even... What I'm trying to say is, if you're not doing well, you can tell us, you know that, yeah?"

Dew frowns, returning to glaring at his ceiling.

"Dew..." Swiss sighs, "I..."

He takes a deep breath and leans forward to hold his hand.

"Have any of us... ever made you feel like it isn't safe to talk about this stuff?" he asks.

"...No."

"But, do you... feel like it's not safe to talk about it?"

Dew doesn't answer right away, but when he does, his voice wobbles a bit.

"Yeahh..."

Rain returns to petting Dew's hair, "We've got you."

Swiss gives his hand a reassuring squeeze.

At some point, Dew falls back asleep.

His dreams are nightmarish and provide little to no respite.

.

.

.

When Dew wakes, Rain is gone, but Swiss is lounging on his bed beside him scrolling through his phone, and Dew angles his head to take a peek at his screen.

"...Is that a dog or a cat?" he asks, his words a bit slurred from the way he's squished.

Swiss startles and almost drops his phone, "Jesus!"

He places a hand on his chest.

"I thought you were asleep!"

"I was." Dew mumbles, "...And now I'm awake."

"Thank you for the rundown, Captain Obvious.... Geez... You're scaring me a lot today, you know that?" Swiss pinches Dew's cheek and gives it a pull.

"Aughh diiidnth meean tooahh..." Dew says, "...'m thorry."

Swiss lets go of his face and sets his phone off to the side.

"You really did though." he says, ruffling Dew's hair, "I got scared seeing you on the ground like that, I didn't know what to do, and if... if something..."

He shakes his head.

"Actually, let's talk about that later, when you're better... How're you feeling now that you've slept some more?"

Dew yawns, "Weirdly more tired..."

Swiss snorts, "Yeah?"

"Yeah..." Dew wriggles closer to Swiss, looping his arm around his midsection and bumping his head against his chest.

"Whatcha doin' there, bud?"

"Lay down." Dew nudges him, "Sleep."

"Well, since you asked so politely..."

Dew lets Swiss go in order for him to get settled, resting his head on the pillow beside his.

"I'm still upset with you." Swiss informs him, but still allows Dew to snuggle up against his side, "...Glad you're not dead though."

"You thought I died?"

Swiss hums.

"You weren't responding when I called your name or shook you, so... yeah... yeah, I did." he says, resting his chin on top of Dew's head, "Aeth came running, made sure that... that you weren't... ya know."

"...Ah..."

"I..." Swiss swallows, voice cracking, "...Everybody was scared, but then you woke up! And we got you to answer some questions, and then... then you..."

"What did I do?" Dew asks nervously.

"You, uh, you... it was like the meme... You were just standing there, like dumbfounded about it, and meanwhile I'm over here like, 'BRO'..."

"This clears up nothing."

"You ruined my crocs."

"Oh. Ohhh..."

"Yeah."

They sit in silence for a moment while Dew processes this new information.

"...In hindsight, that's... that's at least a little funny." he says, "...Who brushed my teeth?"

"Oh that was Aeth and Rainy, they had a hell of a time getting into your bathroom, so they took you to Cirrus' room and got you all cleaned up. That's where we got the shirt and the shorts."

Dew lifts the blankets and stares.

Pink with white polka dots... what kind of cursed wardrobe is Cirrus hiding in her bedroom?

"After that, Mount made some weird tea and made you drink it, which, like, I don't know what was in that stuff-"

"Peppermint and chamomile with a sprinkling of ginger and two ibuprofen on the side!" Mountain calls from the other side of the wall.

Swiss blinks, "Damn the walls in this place are thin..."

"Anyway, you drank, like, two cups of that and zonked out, and that's about it. Still embarrassed?"

"Little bit... Less now that I know what happened... that's the scariest part." Dew confesses, "...It's the idea that something happened and I don't remember, but other people do, combined with... I dunno, not being able to stop it from happening to begin with..."

"Well... maybe a trip to the doctor is in order to help with that last part." Swiss says, rubbing Dew's back, "...Hey?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, Dewboy."

"Love you, too."

"We all love each other, now go to bed already, some of us are trying to sleep!" Cirrus chimes in from across the hallway, sending a pillow through the open door.

"You're all ruining the moment!" Swiss complains.

"If everyone is awake right now, can someone get me a glass of water?" Sunny inquires.

"Didn't I already get you-"

Swiss gets up and closes the door.

"Bedtime?" he asks.

"Bedtime." Dew confirms, holding his arms out for Swiss to collapse back into.

Been thinking some thoughts

About a Ghost AU....where Sister Imperator basically gives Copia to the ministry after he was born, instead of raising him herself until the point where he's old enough to start mentoring him into becoming Papa.

Of course she's lying about it, saying she "found him outside the gates". So he's raised by the sisters and brothers of sin.

Primo, Secondo and Terzo all knew what Sister did(it was quite obvious, one day she's very pregnant and the next day she's not but coincidentally she finds an abandoned baby who's also part of the bloodline? Not sus at all.) and they give her the side eye whenever they see her.

At this time Nihil is still in his prime, touring as Papa and Kiss The Go-Goating women so he could give two fucks about his sons or the fact that he has a new one.

The brothers don't meet him until he's around 5 because even though they're aware of his existence, there are a lot of children in the ministry and Sister made sure to keep him(and his identity) hidden, so one fateful day they bump into him with a sister and realize who he really is.

They decide from that point on to take his parenting upon themselves(well mostly Primo does, it's not his first time raising a brother of his afterall) and try to give him a better life than what he had so far.

The other brothers are all cardinals at this point, with Primo waiting to become Papa.

(It's really just me wanting to draw some emeritus brothers bonding and loving eachother so don't mind this post and the upcoming ones if that's not your cup of tea.)

It also needs a name or a tag I guess? So I can keep track of them and put them all in one #

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