Latest Posts by spiritsirenscreamer - Page 2
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.)
Yea. Major thanks to the volunteers who went to war for us for OVER 28 HOURS NO LESS.. Def donating to the cause once I get paid.
WE MADE IT FOLKS!!!
…photos of Copia I have in my camera roll and I won’t expect to explain any of it
🫶👻
Last photo isn’t mine. If you want credit or don’t want it included, just ask. I’ll edit.
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.
the forbidden knowledge I live with that is fluffy void kit Omega
*Quiet chanting*
Omega Omega Omega
*violently getting louder*
OMEGA OMEGA OMEGA
AAAAAA
So, the "Art pieces of the different ghost songs" has been put on the back burner. I keep losing the templates and files for each one and I've got a bunch more art pieces that are taking my main focus.
The pieces will be done but at a later time
Cryptid Biology 9: Trust
[Dew communicates his feelings... as best as a little imp can.] Below the cut.
Dew isn't sure what's going on anymore.
The ghouls are talking around him, a constant back and forth of sounds he doesn't understand.
Sometimes, one of them will lower themselves to his level, talk at him, and he'll recoil, pressing further into the corner of the plastic tub they've set him down in.
The walls too tall and smooth for his little nails to catch and climb out, so he's stuck.
He'd spent a long while hiding under his sweatshirt, the one he'd been wearing when he turned into... whatever he was now.
Rain had stuffed it in there along with his sweat pants and a couple other soft, familiar smelling things, and that had helped him relax.
At least he's comfortable.
He peers up at the aforementioned ghoul.
He hasn't taken his eyes off of him since they set him down inside the container, he looks at Rain's hand dangling over the lip of it, hanging down low enough so that Dew can scratch the top of his head and along his spine with it if he wants to.
And he does.
Rain wiggles his fingers a bit, helping him reach the itchy spots he can't get with his back feet.
Dew purrs as Rain pets him.
This... this is nice.
Dew could live like this.
His head feels delightfully empty.
If he'd known he could do this, he would have done it ages ago and lived out the rest of his life as a whatever he is.
Simpler than being a human or a ghoul.
Actually, that makes him wonder...
Why hadn't he been able to do this before?
Why now?
Is it because of them?
He looks at the other ghouls, distorted by the cloudy, semi-opaque prison he's in.
He chirps, lightly bumping Rain's hand away, climbing over to his sweatshirt and making one, two, three small circles.
He settles into a little loaf, sighing contentedly, tail tapping against the plastic rhythmically as he lays his head over his small, overlapped paws.
"Dew?"
Dew lifts his head, locking eyes with Aether.
He can understand his name at least.
Dew watches Aether's mouth move, unable to make sense of the noise coming from it.
He lowers his head again.
There's a sigh.
Probably Aether realizing talking to him like this will get him nowhere.
Dew responds to it with a full body shaking yawn.
Being small is... surprisingly exhausting.
He feels the container move, but he's barely aware of it as he tucks into himself, he needs a nap.
When Dew next wakes, he's being held.
He's not really sure who it is that's holding him, but their hands are large, bigger than Rain's, but thinner than Aether's, and a bit too soft to be Swiss'.
He sniffs curiously.
He smells dirt.
Why does he smell dirt??
DID THEY THINK HE DIED AND TRY TO BURY HIM??
Dew's eyes fly open.
Yipping when he notices he's currently being held in the muddy palms of-
"Hey there."
It's Mountain!
Dew doesn't know why, but this... this comes as relief to him.
Better the earth ghoul than an early grave he supposes.
Mountain may be big, but he's a gentle giant, and his hands aren't constricting him like Swiss' had been before.
He keeps an open palm, letting Dew move freely, so long as he doesn't make to jump from his hands.
He's good with animals after all.
Dew wiggles at him, unable to wave.
He tries, but reaching out his front paw sets him off balance, and he almost tumbles out of his hands.
"Yes, yes, hello..." Mountain coos, "...You've had a long... a long life from the sounds of it, but it's been a long day, hasn't it?"
Dew tilts his head at him.
Why can he understand Mountain?
Does he speak... whatever the fuck?
Of course Mountain would.
That's probably why he's here.
"I want you to know, you're safe here." he says, keeping his voice soft and low, "You're safe here."
Dew croaks at him warily.
Safe?
Everything around him feels like a threat right now if Dew's completely honest.
And, and...
He's... He's so small.
How could he possibly feel safe when the world is so big?
Even on the inside, he feels...
He feels like he's still shrinking down.
Getting smaller and smaller.
He kind of hopes whatever little speck of him is leftover when all is said and done just snaps from existence so he doesn't have to think about...
Think about what exactly?
He...
He isn't sure.
What had him so worked up again?
He tries to get his head on straight, but he can't.
He feels like he's outside of his body and... maybe he is?
He worms his way to the edge of Mountain's palm.
"I need you to trust me, and let me change you back."
Change him back?
No!
Dew hisses.
He doesn't want to go back!
"Dew... you can't live like this." Mountain states somberly, "You... you just can't."
He can!
He can make this work!
Somehow...
"...I know you're scared. This has all been very weird, hasn't it?"
Dew croaks, looking down at the floor.
It's... It's a long way down.
It might hurt if he jumps down now.
"If you put your faith in me now, I can promise I'll stand by you, help you tell the others how you feel if it's hard for you to do, but this... Dew, this isn't the answer to your problems." Mountain says, "Shutting out the world won't make you feel better."
"It'll make it worse."
Dew whimpers, forcing his mouth to form the only word he can think to say...
"...sss...S...cc...areddd..."
"Sc... ared."
"Scared."
"Scared."
His little eyes water and he tries to hide his face behind his paws, but he can't.
Small as he is now, Mountain can see all of him.
And when a sudden warm drop of water hits his back.
Dew realizes, he understands.
Because Mountain is crying, too.
Big ol' softie.
Dew shakes off the moisture and chirps at Mountain, nuzzling the pad of his thumb, trying to comfort him.
Dew's in such a weird position, but, but he...
He still can't stand seeing one of his friends upset.
Even on his own behalf.
"Will you trust me?" Mountain asks, and...
And how can Dew say no to those big sad eyes??
He chirps at him.
.
.
.
.
"Maybe we should wait to turn him back."
Dew blinks at Aether.
Having been returned to the kitchen by Mountain, the other ghouls had sat down to discuss the matter of turning him back, and, focusing very, very, very hard, Dew had been able to... ehhh... vaguely understand the mechanics of it, understand them at least.
"Probably a good idea." Swiss says, "If he was just starting his heat for the first time, him turning into an imp for a couple days is probably the safest option, since he won't experience it in that form."
He won't?
Come to think of it, his little... uhh... leaking problem had gone away as soon as he shifted forms.
Good.
Great even.
If he can just do this the next time that ha-
The next time.
This... this could, no, this would happen again.
Dew lets out a miserable little burble and buries his face in his paws.
"Aw, Dew, it's..." Rain cuts himself off again, shaking his head, "...It's not okay, and, we need to talk about it."
Dew grumbles at him.
"Hey, at least he can't deny he's a ghoul anymore." Swiss shrugs, "I get that he's freaked about it, especially after all this time, but living in denial about things... Like, I know he's not happy he doesn't know what's happening, but, like, Dew, man..."
He gets down on Dew's level, "You have to admit, if you were even a little bit more open to the idea... we could have talked to you."
"No, Swiss, we should have talked to him about it regardless." Mountain corrects, "This... this isn't all on him. We assumed a lot, and pushed hard thinking we were right and that Dew was just... being silly! But..."
"I agree." Cirrus interjects, "But Swiss... Swiss isn't wrong either exactly."
"We all failed to communicate properly." she says, "And it forced a reaction, which, while it does prove our theory... it was wrong to back Dew into a corner like this."
The ghouls argue back and forth.
Trying to shift blame.
Dew tries to cover his ears.
It's embarrassing being talked about like this, especially when he can't defend himself.
"Scared."
The room goes quiet.
"Scared."
Aether tries to comfort him, but the shadow of his hand makes Dew flinch.
"Sca...ry."
"Scary."
The only words Dew can seem to utter are ones of fear.
Of distrust.
"Why?" Rain asks, "Why 'scary'?"
Dew... isn't sure why.
He just is.
Something about the ghouls.
No, something about BEING a ghoul is absolutely terrifying to him.
And he can't place why.
"I brought my tablet!" Sunshine calls from the doorway, interrupting the oppressive silence, "Imp paws work on touch screens, right?"
Imp?
Oh.
Oh is that what he is?
"Should work." Cumulus says, taking the tablet and setting it down in front of Dew, "Thanks, Sunny. Okay..."
Dew stares at the screen.
"Just tap the pictures and tell us how you feel, can you do that?"
Of course Dew can do that!
Dew baps the screen with his paw.
"Fuck you."
"SUNNY!"
"Hehe, sorry, sorry, I figured he might want to vent his frustrations a little..."
Dew slaps the screen a few more times over that one before he decides to get serious.
Rain leans over the table, "Okay, Dew... why scary?"
Dew looks at the pictures available to him, swiping at the screen to find the right words.
"No. Choice. Scary."
"It's scary... because you didn't get to decide?" he tries, and Dew bobs his head at him.
"No. Choice. Scary." he looks through the pictures, "Make. Small. Small. No. Like."
"You don't like feeling small?" Swiss questions, "Elaborate?"
"No. Like. Small. Feel. Like. Lie. Lie. Lie."
"Lie?"
Dew stares at the screen.
"Dew?"
"Like. Lie. Life. Lie." he baps the screen one more time before curling into himself again, "Silly."
"You feel... silly... because you didn't know?"
Dew chirps.
"But we all... we all did? Because we thought we knew?"
Chirp.
"And that made you feel... small."
Dew lifts his head, staring up at his friends.
"We made you feel small... so you made yourself small?" Aether asks.
When you put it that way...
Dew bats at the screen.
A steady rhythm of "Fuck you".
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.
ain’t an ounce of ass on that ghoul
Was watching some old Ghost Videos and I've been laughing at Chair for some good 5 minutes, I just had to zoom in.
Video Credits: Ghoxxtss on Instagram.
They’re watching over him🥺🖤 Always.
relationship dynamic: sleepwear edition.
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 😭
Just another little sketch of Phil (Special Ghoul)
"You look like you need a hug...And that you've needed one for a long time."
Receiving Papa of your choice.
very short lil drabble for my main man (terzo)
Terzo’s immediate reaction is confusion. He’s used to people asking him for hugs, his adoring fans wanting to be blessed by his touch. That has subsided since he’s been retired but he was still getting some physical attention. Not this kind, though.
“Che cosa?” He crosses his arms and looks you up and down. “Are you flirting with me, cara?”
“What? N-no, Papa, it’s just…you look like you need a hug...And that you've needed one for a long time." You fidget with your hands as you gaze back into his mismatched eyes. His brows furrow and he opens his mouth, only to immediately close it again. You extend your arms out to him and hold him there.
Terzo’s eyes flit from your arms to your face and back again. He is so unsure — this kind of touch seeming so foreign to him. He moves to you, slow and calculated, and allows you to wrap your arms around him. He is incredibly stiff, his body rigid as he hugs you back.
You start to rub his back gently, moving your hand in slow circular motions. It takes some time but Terzo finally starts to relax against you. He nestles his face in the crook of your neck and you give him a squeeze. You hear a small sound come from him and he buries his face even deeper into your neck, his grip tightening around you.
“It’s okay. It’s okay, Papa.” You whisper to him. He trembles in your arms and you can hear him softly cry into you.
You hold him as long as he needs.
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.
Hideaway
Word count: 864
Rating: General audiences
Pairing: Polyghouls
Characters: Dewdrop, Aether, mention of Omega
Key features: Dew with a kit, semi feral Dew, semi feral ghoul whisperer Aether
Summary: Dew has been missing for the pack for three days. Aether finds him.
This work was heavily inspired by @chapel-of-rizztual 's new fic! Go read it right now!
Dew had been missing for three days.
Now, while it wasn't unusual for ghouls to disappear for a few days for hunts or heats, it was strange for Dew to go missing.
The ghoul, if he was injured or sick or just tired, would hole away in his room until he felt better. But they had checked his room. In fact, they had checked every inch of the dormitory. He wasn't there.
The pack was starting to worry.
They'd spread their search, to the library and the chapel and even the siblings' dorms.
It was late at night, and they were just about to give up their search for the day. Aether could feel the other pack members telepathically telling him that they were going to look again in the morning, that maybe Dew would come out for food.
Aether was far from the dorms. He was down in an abandoned part of the Ministry, mostly used for storage nowadays. Everything was quiet, muffled by a thick layer of dust.
Then, a whimper.
Just a soft one.
Aether's ears twitched. He followed the sound, his footsteps light, not wanting to spook whatever made that sound.
He found what he had been looking for.
Dew.
The poor ghoul, he was propped up between a bookshelf and a wall. He wore only a shirt, though all of the buttons were undone. He only looked semi conscious.
"Fuck, Dew." Aether breathed. He ran over to the sad little lump, his footsteps making Dew perk up.
Dew looked around dozily for a second, then hissed and curled away from Aether. He tucked his head down and brought his knees up, hiding away in a ball. His tail thudded anxiously on the floor beside him.
"Dewdrop. Shit. Hi." Aether slowed his approach, seeing how Dew reacted like a flighty animal. He chirruped softly, a noise reserved for submissive ghouls, to show Dew that he wasn't going to hurt him. "Hey. You're alright."
Except Dew probably wasn't alright. As Aether stepped closer, he noticed the dark puddle under Dew. He could smell the blood.
"I need you to talk to me, Dew. Tell me you're okay." Aether dropped to his knees and crawled the rest of the distance, though he stopped around five metres from the other ghoul. "Or tell me you're not okay, and I can help."
Dew stared at Aether with big, fearful eyes. Then he chittered anxiously, a quiet 'ekekek' sound.
"Alright. Can't talk. Okay." Aether nodded slowly. Sometimes ghouls went a little feral. It was in their nature. It was okay, Aether could deal with it. "Are you still bleeding?"
Dew shook his head. He tucked further into the corner.
Then, another, tiny whimper rang out.
It didn't come from Dew's lips.
"What the Hell?" Aether whispered. Dew was starting at him like a deer in headlights. "What's going on, Dew? Give me something to work with here."
Slowly, and ever so cautiously, Dew turned. In his trembling arms was a kit. A tiny, curled up little thing, sucking on the fork of their tail in a self soothing gesture.
"Oh, fuck…" Aether crawled closer. "Where did you get them, droplet?"
Dew gave Aether a look, as if to say 'Where do you normally get kits from?'. He raised a disapproving eyebrow, before his expression was replaced by a wince.
"Hey, take it easy. Steady, little guy. Can I see them?" He asked softly. Dew shook his head. "Alright. Can you hold them out a little, just so I can look them over?"
Carefully, Dew held the kit up, even as they squirmed and whined at getting moved. They were absolutely tiny. One of the smallest kits Aether had ever seen. Their cord wasn't attached, and they seemed to have a belly full of milk. Dew had done well on his own.
"Thanks, Dew. That's all I needed to see. You can take your kit back now. That's it, keep them warm against your chest. Good lad." Aether murmured, as if he was speaking to a spooked animal. He closed his eyes, contacting Omega through their telepathy. Letting him know that he'd found Dew and he needed medical help.
"I'm gonna give you my shirt. I want you to put it over the kit, like a blanket. She's very little, Dew. I don't want her getting cold." He said steadily, unbuttoning his shirt and holding it out to Dew. The fire ghoul snatched it from him, then carefully laid it over the kit's back, covering her completely.
"Yeah, that's it. You managed to hide her well, huh?" Aether laughed quietly. He could hear all of his pack popping into his head, asking questions about Dew. He ignored them for the moment.
"Ti-nee." Dew croaked out in explanation, his voice crackly from disuse. He gestured to his middle. It had a bit of a swell to it, but otherwise it just looked like a regular belly. Not like someone who had just given birth.
"Yeah, she is… You've done such a good job, Dew." Aether could hear Omega's heavy footsteps in the distance. "We're going to get you some help, gorgeous. Just stay awake for a little longer, yeah? Alright. Doing a great job. Good mama."
Dew smiled proudly at that. He was a good mama.
Could you link me some fluffy (or spicy, don’t matter) fics/hc/drabbles of the ghost members with sick reader? Or even specifically you know, surgery. I love the ghouls and papa platonic x kit reader or anything younger. It’s just so comforting, and everything hurts rn, not just my chest, but an ear infection for the 6th time this month.
Omg have a good day
Yeah! Unfortunately I don't have many sickfics saved, but these are some of my go-to fics. Sorry there's so many AKFJBDS
Fuck that's a lot of ear infections in a month. I'm so sorry, those are absolute fucking hell. I hope you start feeling better soon!!! <3 and HAPPY NO TIT SATURDAY!!!!!!! (for real though I hope you start feeling better!)
Aches (Mitchmatch24) is one of my personal favorites, reader gets a migraine and Aether draws it out. <3 (also please check out mitch's other fics too they're very soft!)
From the Pinnacle to the Pile (Mitchmatch24) isn't a sickfic necessarily, but it's about an overworked reader getting dragged into the ghoul pile.
Bedtime (lampisaflashlight) is really cute, Rain essentially kidnaps Dew and puts him to sleep LOL
Personal Heater (thatoddgent) is about Sodo soothing a reader with chronic pain.
Rest (milkywaybottles) is one of the first Popia x readers I ever read, I find a lot of comfort in it even now. <3 It uses the prompt, "Just go back to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up." and is overall really sweet.
kazoo comfort (ghostchems) Terzo, retired, finds the reader on a break and serenades them. with a kazoo.
lil dew ficlet (iamthecomet) my personal favorite sickfic, not an x reader but I use it to fuel my daydreams
Aether is exhausted (iamthecomet) another (kinda?) sickfic, not an x reader but Aether is running around the ministry overworking himself caring for everyone else who is sick until the ghouls stop him.
Let Me (checkerboardhorns) Copia is sleepy and the reader helps him take off his paints.
Spring Walk (writingjourney) Reader is feeling anxious, so Cardi takes them out on a walk.
Overwhelmed (joyfulfxckery) Rain and Swiss x Overworked reader during exam season.
Blanketed in your Love (jossambird) Secondo comforts a reader sobbing in his chapel.
Ghosting (writingjourney) Reader accidentally ghosts Papa (any) because they are, well. Sick as hell.
Copia takes care of you after surgery (bretty-metalhead) A really sweet set of headcanons.
Cuddles with Papa (leezlelatch) Reader visits Copia's apartment where they cuddle while watching movies.
Sniffles and Snuggles (leezlelatch) Copia takes care of you when you are sick.
Rough Day (writingjourney) Reader is cared for by Copia after a long day.
There was only one bed fireplace (sweatandwoe) It's cold as fuck in the ministry, so you get yourself and Copia kidnapped by the ghouls.
Sleepy Nights (leezlelatch) sleepy nights with copia! believe it or not I actually requested this on anon not long before I started writing and interacting with people on this site. This is the fic that inspired me to start writing, so it has a very special place in my heart <3
Sick (katyouz-deactivated) A sick reader is comforted by Copia.
/ / /the next three fics involve littlespace, if you're not comfortable with that feel free to skip! I'm don't really read littlespace but these are really soft! / / /
Stressed Copia (omoghouls) A stressed Copia fighting being little so he can finish his work.
Copia being comforted by the Ghouls (omoghouls) Copia is overworking himself.
Tiny Aether with a Caretaker Copia (omoghouls) Aether is feeling small and Copia takes care of him.
/ / /
KISS!!! (soulnottainted) Copia cuddles an OC named kelsey.
Papa Reads (honeyynymphh) Papa reads exerpts from an old text while you lie on his lap.
When you wake up (copiousloverofcopia) Reader falls asleep while waiting on Terzo to come to bed.
Insomniac (of-dragonss) Reader, an insomniac, cuddles with Copia late at night.
A Cozy Night with Copia (seestor-of-mordor) Cuddles with copia as he (attempts) to read.
Ao3 Fic recs:
You Need Not Suffer Alone (CopiaInRed) Copia comforts a depressed reader. Also be sure to check out his other fics as well cuz damn are they good! <3
3 am (themratts) Copia wakes up in the middle of the night and is comforted by his wife, Alena (OC).
Father Figure Secondo (terzosleftkidney) Reader falls asleep in the car and is carried in by Secondo.
Three's Company (emertiusslut) Cuddle party between Copia and a few of his ghouls.
Pitter Patter (Pool_rain) Swiss has been having a rough time on tour, and Copia comforts him.
Lackluster (ratpocket) I fucking love this fic. It's only 3 chapters long unfortunately but it's one of the first ghost fics I ever read and I love it so much. Copia gets bitten by vampire Terzo, and discovers that he has not been taking care of himself the way that he should.
Ok I know were all upset about Aether, I’m devastated.
But you guys need to stop bombarding Chris with questions, he’s probably upset about not being apart of the band anymore too.
Also stop making assumptions to why he isn’t in the band anymore, if he wanted to tell us HE’D FUCKING TELL US. Stop pushing for some long explanation that might not even be there. There might not be a “story” sometimes things just happen.
Last thing Aether isn’t gone. His character can still live through the fandom, regardless of if he exist on the stage or not, his character and attachment to him everyone has build doesn’t have to disappear. We can continue to develop and make story’s and art for Aether that doesn’t have to stop.
(Ps. Don’t bully or make fun of the new ghouls. They did absolutely nothing wrong.)
Probably Copia's best day ever
Look at him 😭
Drawn by me
And y'all, the new ghouls are fucking awesome, give them the love they desire. The others have stuff going on so they couldn't make it.
I've been seeing a lot of people reposting others art even when it is in very CLEAR wording to not repost! You all should respect that person's wishes as some people can take it as that re-posters artwork when it is not. I have seen it first hand on Pinterest with three certain people.
Please respect all artists wishes and boundaries!
Please remember to take care of yourself and to love yourself
Copia specifically requested it 🫶🏽
Ghost fans:
The reason why I feel this way:
Can’t say I feel bad about it..
(The actor seems very sweet tho)