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
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.
It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Well.
Didn't think I'd been on here for two years but here we are!
Finally after seven days of struggle, it is finished.
Also please do not repost my art without permission!
someone needs to draw Copia going down that fucking Boston slide like the police officer did because I’m CRYING at the image of Copia shooting out of the slide faster than a bullet—
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.
It's not even done...
Also, how in the world have I spent nearly TEN HOURS on this. I STARTED THIS TWO DAYS AGO. Guess I'm more committed to this price than I thought.
…photos of Copia I have in my camera roll and I won’t expect to explain any of it
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Last photo isn’t mine. If you want credit or don’t want it included, just ask. I’ll edit.