#i personally believe mountain dew

[somekindofloser]

if you kissed the squip do you think it would taste like a wintergreen tictac or mountain dew

#very important ponderings going on right now #i personally believe mountain dew #definitely not just cause i hate minty things #squip #the squip #be more chill #bmc

[cybertron-after-dark]

What do you guys think energon tastes like?

#maccadam #transformers #i personally choose to believe it tastes like mountain dew voltage #in any case. so fucked up that i will never know.

[choke-me-joey]

Eddie Munson x fem metalhead cheerleader

Summary: Based on this - how Eddie met his not so typical cheerleader girlfriend and a little exploration of their relationship.

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, smoking, underage drinking, drug use, swearing, flirting, violence, smut.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 2

It had been 3 weeks since you had gone to your first Hellfire Club meeting, and 3 weeks since Eddie had fallen head over fucking heels for you.

He'd liked you before sure, a harmless crush, but now he knew you were into good music and his favourite fantasy game? Consider him a truly smitten kitten.

And now, when you turn up to school in a Hellfire shirt, ripped jeans and that fucking jacket, Eddie could have kissed you right then and there in Ms O'Donnell's class.

"Hey," you grin as you take your usual seat next to him, sliding him a brown paper bag over to him. "So it turns out that Mountain Dew, cigarettes and Cheetos aren't a substantial diet, so I accidentally on purpose made extra chicken salad today. Figured you'd need some more sustenance y'know, got a feeling tonight's session is going to be killer."

"Hey, I eat other stuff too."

"Twinkies and coffee also don't have fantastic nutritional value, Munson." You tease, rolling your eyes. "Ever heard of a vegetable? Y'know, the healthy green stuff?"

"Oh, I'm into the green stuff alright." Eddie grins, eluding to his precious stash. You give him an exasperated look. "I'm kidding. Thanks. And the uh, the shirt looks good."

"Thanks," you smile, tucking some hair behind your ear. Were you...blushing?? "So, um, I was wondering-"

"Miss Y/L/N, is there something that you need from Mr Munson right this very second?" Ms O'Donnell glares at the pair of you.

"I mean, I guess it could wait, 5, maybe 10 minutes?" You quip, making Eddie chuckle. The old bat doesn't seem to be in as bad a mood as usual today, so somehow you narrowly escape detention but earn yourself an extra 5 chapters on the reading for over the weekend.

Later on, when Eddie is diving in to the fucking delightful chicken salad, the Hellfire Club, minus you as unfortunately you had yet to be released from the grip of the cheerleading table, don't miss the unusually nutritious food their glorious leader is consuming.

"Jesus, Eddie, is that an actual sandwich you're eating?" Gareth teases, for which he gets a mini pretzel to the face.

"Is that what Y/N gave you in English this morning?" Jeff smirked and Eddie rolled his eyes. "It is! She's making food for you?! Damn, when's the wedding?"

Eddie shot him a warning glare and it was clear that this was not a topic to be joked about.

"Jesus." Jeff grumbled, shrinking back in his seat.

"I still can't believe we have a cheerleader in Hellfire," grinned the Henderson kid, clearly loving the events of the last 2 weeks a little too much. The heart eyes the little nerd made at you each week over the table during campaigns was almost laughable.

"She's not just a cheerleader, Henderson," Eddie mumbles through a mouthful of sandwich. Because you weren't. You were a pretty cool person, who liked kick ass music and liked fantasy games, but who could also get her leg above her head, not that Eddie had been thinking about that very much at all-

"Hey, Eddie! Hi guys!" Your voice snaps Eddie out of his rapidly approaching dangerous thoughts and he realises you're stood next to him, your perfume wafting over and Eddie kind of wants to just inhale you.

The rest of the table greets you and then go back to their conversations, mostly about band practice, AV club or possible new campaign ideas. Eddie turns to look at you, smiling.

"What's up?"

"So, I was trying to say before we got interrupted earlier, I was wondering if you're going to be going to Jason's party tonight?" You smile, a hopeful look on your face. Eddie raises his eyebrows.

"Uh, gee, my invite must have gotten lost in the mail," he grins. Like he was getting an invite to that douche fest. It would be the last place on earth he'd ever be caught-

You laugh. "Well, it's a good thing I'm inviting you verbally then, huh?"

"Wait, wait, wait. You want me to come?" Eddie's eyes were practically like saucers now. Was he definitely hearing this right?!

"Of course! I mean you don't have to if you don't want to, I just figured you'd probably get a few extra customers there and I don't wanna be stuck by myself all night. These things get kinda boring when you don't have someone to distract you from the god awful music." You shrug, adjusting your bag on your shoulder.

Goddamn you were too cute.

Eddie sighs. If he was going to suffer through this, at least he could make some extra cash.

And be with you.

"Fuck it, yeah, I'll come."

"Awesome! Pick me up at 7.30?" You hand him a scrap of paper with your address on it. He frowns at it.

"Pick you up? Like a-"

"Like a date, if you want?" Your tone was hopeful, eager, and the biggest shocker was that you were completely serious. You weren't joking. You were actually asking him out. Eddie cleared his throat.

"Shouldn't this, uh, be the other way around?" He gestured between you both, and you shrug.

"I got tired of waiting. So, are we on?"

"It's a date, sweetheart."

***

At 7.30 on the dot, Eddie is waiting outside your house in his van, anxiously checking his own breath again. He was pretty pleased with how he looked tonight, his usual ratty band shirts or Hellfire shirt replaced with simple black tshirt and jeans without holes in, a red plaid shirt and his trusty leather jacket. His hair wasn't too unruly either, which made a nice change, and he was freshly showered and shaved.

Wayne had caught him dabbing aftershave on in the tiny trailer bathroom, hissing at the sting, and thanked whoever was sat on their asses in the sky that his nephew had finally found a date that wasn't a six-pack and a large pizza.

You stepped out of your front door and Eddie just about passed away. You were wearing a simple, short and sleevless black dress, one that clung to you in all the right places, with a chunky belt around your middle. Your legs were bare right down to your Dr Martens. You looked...ethereal. Breath taking.

Your face lit up the moment you locked eyes with Eddie and you walked up to the driver's side window.

"Hey, handsome. We match." You grin, gesturing to your predominantly black outfits.

"That we do," Eddie chuckled, pretending his cheeks weren't warming at you calling him handsome. "Ready to go, cutie?"

Well, if you could call him names...

He definitely noticed your cheeks flushing at that.

The drive to the party was a relatively short one, you and Eddie discussing your favourite Black Sabbath tracks, and whether you think Ozzy really did bite the head off of that bat.

"Bats are so cute! It had to be fake, there's no way." You'd said, a little pout on your face as you talked about it.

"Oh it was real, the way it bled and shit?? There's no way that could be faked." Eddie chuckled. "So fucking metal."

"So fucking gross, what if he got rabies?!" You laugh, sticking your tongue out in disgust. "You know, this isn't good first date conversation."

"It isn't? Damn, I must be a little rusty from the non-existent dating life I have." Eddie smirked. "You have better conversations with uh, whats his name, Anderson??"

The way you frown at him makes Eddie think that maybe that was a bit of a low blow, past the playful bantering and bordering on a little mean.

"I never dated that asshole. And I never fucked him either." You growl. "He's such a prick, as if I'd ever touch him or his warty dick."

Eddie bursts out laughing. "Warty dick?!"

You can't help the laugh that bubbles out of you. "He got genital warts from hooking up with some girl from out of state one time. Didn't use a rubber so I guess that's what you get. Plus he's a massive asshole, so he deserves it."

Eddie nods in agreement.

"You know him and his massive asshole buddies are going to be there tonight, right?" He says, leaning forward to check the traffic at the junction he'd pulled up to. You sigh.

"I know, again, that's why I invited you. So I have someone to talk to other than Chrissy or Tammy or Ashley about their upcoming dates or our next competition. I just wanna relax and have fun with a cute guy who wants to actually get to know me, not my pussy."

"You think I'm cute?" Eddie slyly grins and you roll your eyes playfully.

"Don't let it go to your head, Munson."

"Which one?" He jokes and you smack him lightly, laughing hard.

***

A few hours later, you're already a few drinks in, blissfully tipsy. Eddie has had maybe one or two piss weak beers, wanting to stay relatively sober to drive you home and to stay on top of his selling game. Although he'd already made bank within the first hour of the party, so now his main concern was you.

Eddie didn't really know what to do with himself; 99% of the people here hated him and avoided him like the plague. So he was happy just to sit on one of the chairs outside with you as you both smoked, happily chatting and getting to know each other better.

He'd not missed how you'd scooted your chair closer to him, or how occasionally your hand would rest on his arm. You'd not missed how he'd lean into you, or brush his hand over your knee or thigh when he was reaching for something.

Your brain swirled in the best way when Eddie took your hand and helped you up so you could both go and get another drink from the kitchen. He went to pull away after you were on your feet, but you linked your fingers through his and led him inside, pushing through the crowd to reach the drinks.

"I gotta piss," Eddie shouted over the thumping music, giving your hand a squeeze to wordlessly let you know he'd be back. You nodded, grabbing another cup and looking around for the bottle you had been nursing the entire night.

"Wow, Y/N, you fucking the freak now? Made your way through the football, basketball and baseball teams and needed a new challenge?" Anderson's ribbing voice floats over the loud music and you bristle, but ignore him. "Aw, what's wrong baby? Did I touch a nerve?"

"Fuck you Anderson. Take your micro dick and go bother someone else." You snap, finishing mixing your drink and attempting to leave the kitchen. Anderson scoffs, trapping you against the counter with his hefty quarterback frame, his alcohol soaked breath fanning over you making you want to gag.

"You look sexy tonight, Y/N, s'like you're begging to be fucked. You know that freak Munson couldn't do half the shit I could do to you," Anderson slurs and you shudder in disgust.

"What's that? Last 20 seconds and pretend like you rocked my world? I told you once and I'll tell you again, I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last creature on earth, Anderson. Fuck. Off." You growl, pushing against him but he doesn't move. He smirks, shoving his hand up your skirt. Your reflexes kick in and you drive your knee up, straight into his crotch as hard as you can. When he staggers backwards clutching his groin, you punch him square between the eyes and hear the sickening sound of bones crunching. The pain that shoots through your hand is quickly dulled by adrenaline as Anderson stumbles backwards onto the floor, blood pouring from his nose. The entire party is silent, save for the music which is still playing.

Eddie pushes his way into the kitchen after returning from the bathroom, and his mouth falls open at the scene in front of him. You, panting with fury, skirt pushed up pretty much to your crotch, fist covered in blood, and Anderson crumpled on the floor, blood pissing out of his nose and groaning in pain. Two of the other football players pick him up, staring at you in shock.

"She's a fucking psycho!" Anderson yells, his voice thick with blood. "See what happens when she starts hanging around with that fucking freak?!"

Eddie blinks and you let out a scream of rage, diving for Anderson again. Eddie is quick to grab you, restraining your arms behind your back as you struggle to get at Anderson.

"Hey, hey, hey, easy, alright? It's not worth it," Eddie says, soothing and low in your ear. "Come on, let's go."

"If you ever touch me again, Anderson, I'll cut your dick off!" You growl, still struggling against Eddie's grip as he practically picks you up and carries you out of the house towards his van.

"Eddie, that motherfucker, he-"

"I know, sweetheart. I know." Again with the soothing tone. Eddie pretty much carries you to his van and puts you in the passenger seat, buckling you in. He notices your slight shiver and takes off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders.

Eddie gets in and starts to drive.

"Your hand okay?" He asks gently, and you nod. He sneaks a glance at it, already bruised and covered in blood. "Y/N."

"It hurts," you sniff, your tough exterior cracking. "Fucker has a hard face."

Eddie laughs and you shoot him a look. "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you, just wish I'd have been there to see you throw the punch."

"And the knee to the balls," you smirk, and Eddie winces slightly, knowing how bad it must have hurt.

"Jesus, Y/N. What did he do?" Although Eddie had a sneaking suspicion judging by the way your skirt had been pushed up practically around your waist when he came back from the bathroom.

"Aside from trying to shove his hands into my underwear, tried to tell me he could..." you trail off, not wanting to say it for fear of scaring Eddie off, or weirding him out.

"He could...?" Eddie probed. You sighed, looking out of the window as you spoke.

"Pretty much that he could fuck me better than you ever could." You said quickly, your cheeks once again flushing scarlet. Eddie went silent, swallowing hard. "He's just an asshole, I don't care what he says about me, but when he brought you into it, I-"

"Had to defend my honour?" Smirking, Eddie looks at you. "Listen, sweetheart, I'm glad you beat the shit out of him, he's a fucking bitch and deserved it but you didn't have to do it for me."

"I know." You answer and the conversation falls into a comfortable silence for a few moments.

"And I could definitely fuck you better than he ever could." Eddie states, making you burst out laughing.

"Renember earlier how I said dont let it go to your head? That's the kind of shit I meant. No more compliments for you, mister."

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[hypnoneghoul]

request from ao3 for swiss having an off-day and the pack helping. swissalps centered little thing (because i am who i am) but phantom and dew briefly appear. short but fluffy

Nearly all the time he was a walking ray of sunshine, brightening every room he’d walk into and cheering everyone in it up. Swiss was something truly unreal, most ghouls and humans alike often couldn’t believe how joyful a person could be nearly always. Nearly.

Sometimes even Swiss would feel down, whether physically, mentally, or both. All the things he pushed away on a daily basis would finally get through his defenses and bring him down. Thankfully, Swiss had his pack and they’d never let him sulk alone.

It was one of those days, when he woke up feeling dull for no reason at all. Mountain was with him, having cuddled until they both fell asleep the night prior. The multi ghoul snuggled further into him and tried to go back to sleep for a bit more, but the thoughts that suddenly rushed at him—of being a burden, of not helping enough, of being annoying—kept his mind racing. Swiss didn’t know if he should run away or wait for Mountain to wake up and tell him that all this was simply wrong.

Thankfully, the earth ghoul must’ve felt Swiss’ unease through their bond and he woke up before he could really decide. Mountain’s arms tightened around him and with a rumble he brought Swiss closer, sniffing against the top of his head. “W’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” the multi ghoul murmured quietly into his mate’s chest.

“M’heart,” Mountain sighed, “don’ lie to me first thing in the mornin’.”

“Sorry…” Swiss started, but trailed off, leaving the room in a only semi comfortable silence. It took him a while to speak again, quietly hoping that Mountain had fallen back asleep and wouldn’t hear it. “Brain is being mean for no reason again.”

“Hm,” the earth ghoul hummed in acknowledgement. “What can I do, darling?”

“Nothing, it’s just– I– I’m–”

“Swiss.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s not true,” Mountain said and Swiss let out a shaky breath he didn't realize he was holding. The earth ghoul kicked up a low, rumbly purr and leaned down to press a kiss to his mate’s forehead. “It’s not true.”

“Thank you,” Swiss whispered. “Do you think… the others, you think they’re awake?”

“We can find out.” Mountain was already reaching for his phone, squinting as the screen lit up. The multi ghoul didn’t look, just stayed snuggled as closely to Mountain as possible and waited for whatever it was that might happen.

Some time later he heard the doors to their bedroom opening and the next thing he knew the bed was dipping and then there was warm weight on both his sides, cutting half of his body off from his mate. “What’r you doin’?”

“Mountain invited us for cuddles,” Phantom said from right under Swiss’ chin. Dewdrop, already glued to his back and purring, hummed in confirmation.

The multi ghoul smiled softly, “What if I have to pee?”

“That sounds like a you problem,” Dewdrop mumbled and Swiss could feel his lips moving against the skin of his back. The rest of the ghouls chuckled, adjusting some more and soon relaxing in their little tangle of limbs. The multi ghoul couldn’t fight the grin pulling at his lips anymore, staring at Mountain’s still sleep-softened face. 

“Thank you,” Swiss whispered. “All of you. I love you so much.”

“Yeah, yeah, you sap,” Dewdrop scoffed. “We love you, too.”

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[secretsandwriting]

Mate [Poly Ghouls]

Ghouls biology is different from humans in many ways. One of those many ways is they need a mate and if they don't find one in a certain timeframe, instincts take over and they get one. It would however be nice if said mate got a little more warning.

Where the ghouls haven't gotten a mate in time so instincts take over and the first person they see becomes their mate.

[Dew] [Mountain] [Aether] [Rain] [Swiss]

            It was a beautiful night, too beautiful to stay inside and lay in bed; so you gathered some blankets and headed out to a spot in the garden where you could stargaze in peace. Primo was out sitting on a bench and offered you a smile as you walked past. You knew exactly where you wanted to set yourself up. Laying out your blankets in a space between flower beds you settled down to stargaze.

            You weren’t sure how long you had been out when you heard rustling behind you. Assuming it was another sibling you ignored it until the noise got closer. When you turned your head you were met with the masks of 5 ghouls. Primo cleared his throat behind them, they didn’t turn to look at him. He sighed before pushing his way through them and offering you his hand.

            “It’s a bit late, you should probably head to bed. I’m sure Sister Imperator has quite a list of things with the upcoming events.” You took his hand and gathered your things. 

            “Yes Papa, I was thinking the same thing.” He offered you his arm and once you accepted he walked you to your room. The ghouls trailing behind you the entire way.

            You could hear them outside of your door the entire night. The soft murmuring of their talking, the occasional snort and laugh, noises that reminded you of cats, and music you were pretty sure they were making. Everytime you got up for the bathroom or to grab something, they went quiet. You were too anxious to sleep and with the upcoming themed orgy you weren’t sure how you were going to make it through the next day. 

            When it was time for you to get up you had barely slept, so slipping one of the energy drinks out of the cabinet you kept them in you downed one before getting ready. It would make your anxiety worse but maybe it would help you get through the day, probably wouldn’t but it was worth a shot. 

            When you finally opened your door to leave, the ghouls were standing to the side. Doing your best to ignore them, you headed to the dining room for breakfast. When you stepped in, all eyes went to the ghouls behind you. They normally had breakfast in their den. They had had a kitchen built there specifically because the ghouls wanted it. So for them to come in without being forced was strange to say the least. Copia and Sister Imperator made their way over to you, Sister Imperator ordering the ghouls off somewhere and Copia telling you to grab a plate of food and come with him into his study.

            With that you spent the rest of the day learning more about ghoul biology than you knew about your own biology. Sister Imperator stopped in every once in a while to make sure everything was going well, drop off lunch, and to send the ghouls away from the study door. While Copia and Sister Imperator both assured you they wouldn’t hurt you, you weren’t sure. You might be able to believe it with one ghoul but 5 of them didn’t give you the most confidence. 

            That night you found yourself tucked in between the ghouls. You were tucked into mountain’s side your head on his chest, Dew was spooning you from behind arms wrapped around your waist, Aether was spooning Dew and his arm was thrown over the two of you, his hand resting on Mountain’s waist. Rain was also using Mountain as a pillow and was holding one of your hands, Swiss was sprawled on all of your legs, his tail wrapped around your wrist.

            It would definitely take some getting used to, but you had a lot of time now. After all, they did follow you like lost puppies. But maybe it would be ok. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

            It was bad. It was very bad. Within a month of being their mate you were ready to just say screw it and try to leave them. You had so much to learn and do and it was like there was never a break. There was always a ghoul that needed attention, a new thing to learn so you could be of service to the ministry, there was always another ghoul that needed attention as well, more things to learn, making sure the ghouls went to practice and a repeat of it all over again the next day. 

            There was no break, it was just constant and you were tired. If any of the ghoul got into trouble, including the ones you weren’t mated to, everyone in the Ministry came to you. You weren’t sure why they thought you would have sway over the era 1 ghouls but they did. Whether or not that's a compliment you also weren’t sure. 

            It was a lot and it became obvious to Sister Imperator that you were really struggling to juggle everything you needed to do. So she called you into her office to try and work out a way to make it easier on you. The solution she had for it wasn’t something you would have thought she would suggest. A complete stop on learning your new work so you could focus on getting used to the ghouls and get their instincts down to a more normal level before continuing your studies. The ghouls wouldn’t be dismissed from their work unless necessary which would also give you some much needed alone time.

            It was an adjustment going from constantly doing something to having a ton of free time but the down time was needed. The ghouls certainly enjoyed being able to get out of practice and not have to try to find you in the ministry. You ended up spending time with all the ghouls as well. With so much time spent in the ghoul’s den you just got to know the other ghouls without particularly meaning too. 

            Which was helpful when a sister came complaining to you that one of the 2nd era ghouls was bothering her. 

            You started spending more time in the gardens, your favorite spot was a little bench in front of a small pond. A small pond you watched Rain jump in no hesitation and stay at the bottom for 10 minutes, only coming up when he thought you might be leaving. Once he realized you weren’t he went back to the bottom of the pond. It ended up being Rain and your spot.

            You also became familiar with the library meant for those higher up, which now included you due to your relationship with the ghouls. This is where you spent the most one on one time with Dew. He loved to just sit in the fireplace while it was lit. You weren’t sure how his clothes came out untouched other than by soot but you never asked. 

            Swiss shared the regular library with you. He didn’t mind the stares as much as the others, so any trip to the library the other siblings frequented you were accompanied by Swiss. He would lounge on a couch close to you, sometimes he would pick up a book or take a nap. 

            Walks were Mountain’s. He loved walking through the woods surrounding the ministry with you. When you’d stop at a clearing you’d get to watch him try to become one with the ground, an attempt that consisted of him laying face down on the ground with his tail flipping around showing how much he enjoyed it.

            Any time in the kitchen was with Aether, he would either help you with whatever you were making, make something for you, or just chill in a seat nearby. Most of the other ghouls were banned from the kitchen due to things they had done making it so Aether was the only one of your ghouls who was allowed in the kitchen. He did take advantage of it. 

            The one on one time with the ghouls helped you feel more comfortable around them, especially when you watched Rain chase around fish in the pond and get outsmarted, tree branches hitting Mountain and watching him process what happened, Dew trying to eat the fire and then trying to smack it when he couldn’t, Swiss randomly whip around and stare at one of the siblings to freak them out and then giggle to himself when he turned back around, and when Aether would randomly decide to try random ingredients without thinking which lead to him eating flour and all the faces he made running to the sink to wash it out.

            The ghouls were a bit strange and unusual but they were your ghouls and you were sure it wouldn’t be long until you were just as head over heels for them as they were for you.

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[revelforevermore]

The Ministry Playing Among Us

I had way too much fun with the Minecraft prompt, so this one was in order!

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Prompt: During lockdown a few years ago when boredom began to set in, the Ministry discovered a new game to pass the time called Among Us.

Sister Imperator: She doesn’t partake…though there’s a “PimpMomma69” that will randomly appear in the group game at random intervals that’s sus.

Papa Nihil: He’s fucking useless in this game. Everyone knows when he’s the Impostor because he either: 1) asks in the chat why he can kill others or 2) he gets stuck clicking on the vent repeatedly so he’s doing a wack-a-mole type thing. 

Copia: He gets scared by the music of Among Us so he usually has the volume down. His favorite task is shooting meteors; least favorite is electrical, since that’s where he ALWAYS gets killed. Dew always convinces everyone else that he’s the Impostor and gets his ass booted early on. Copia gets upset when no one listens to him; he can’t lie, he’s always honest in the chat, and no one ever believes him. His little dude has the rat companion. 

Aether: Doesn’t play often, but when he does, he’s typically a crewmate. He oversees the discussion over finding out who is the Impostor (even on the off chance it’s him). He helps with the buddy system when there’s fewer left. He usually gets killed first though by the boys. He’s never been voted out of the round before. He’s the yellow crewmate and goes by “Banana”. Dew stole his phone and changed it to “BananaBitch”.

Dew/Sodo: Complete menace. He will burn every bridge and destroy every bloodline if it means he wins. Everyone automatically assumes he’s the Impostor because he will chase others around while they do tasks. He’s freaked Aether out doing this a lot. He gets a lot of false votes for this which pisses him off ENDLESSLY—and has led to him actually leaving the games every once in a while. As the Impostor, he vents really well. Goes for Aether first. Always leaves Cumulus as the survivor (he feels bad). Hates being a crewmate. Hates being a ghost more (though he likes to haunt Copia). He and Swiss have a separate chat outside of the game to cheat.

Sunshine: She’s in it to witness the smackdown fights in the chat. She likes letting the boys fight when she’s Impostor and targets them first; somehow always ends up winning the round or gets discovered very early, no in-between. She likes to fix the power in the game, but gets pissed when everyone else tries flipping the switches at the same time. She claims the orange crewmate. Refuses the other colors. She added a sprout to her head and sometimes goes by “Carrot”. 

Rain: He spends more time running around hyper fixated on the companion running with him than actually doing anything (his companion is the little dog). He doesn’t like to be Impostor since he feels it’s too much pressure and he enjoys doing the tasks. The type to accidentally vote himself out of the game, and usually he says “it was blue” while he’s cyan (Dew and Swiss can’t tell the difference, “blue is fucking blue” has been said more than once). When he gets killed, his ghost stays planted next to where his companion is sitting. When he suggests someone is sus, everyone jumps that person since Rain is usually right.

Cirrus: She’s silent but deadly. She’s excellent at pretending to do her tasks and often only kills a crew mate if there’s absolutely no chance of getting caught; she waits. She strikes quickly towards the end and gets a high kill count—often someone will find a body and suddenly four other players are OUT. Can often be heard giggling in real life while playing completely innocent.

Mountain: He’s a magnet for the harder tasks in the game, which is good since he can do them easily. He’s one of the first to get sniped since he’s good at catching Impostors and calling a meeting before he gets killed. He’s typically the scapegoat. As Impostor, he’s good at being sly—but usually gets found out before he gets more than three kills. His little crewmate is green with a sprout out of his head.

Cumulus: Nobody likes to kill her in the game since she’s more focused on completing tasks. She's in her own little world most of the time. Carefully crafts what she wants her crewmate to look like. Will actively mourn when the ghoulettes get killed. Her as Impostor is a different story; everyone dreads that. She’s always the least suspect since everyone’s so used to her doing tasks and being honest about it. It helps that she uses that innocence to be like “hey i didn’t know we could vent but i saw green doing it!”. She is the type to befriend a crewmate and quickly snipe them, then giggle and say “sorry but it’s the rules”. Her first target is always Dew. 

Swiss: Is the type to write “Red is sus” when he’s Red—or “guys I was in the vent it wasn’t me”. He’s the boy who cried wolf and is the type to get into serious arguments about who’s the Impostor. He thinks he’s Sherlock Holmes when he’s Officer Doofy. He’s a lot like Dew in the game, and they have a buddy system where they work together. Once when Swiss was the only Impostor, he killed Dew and they fought in real life about it for a few minutes. Once they calmed down, they started a new round. The same thing happened again and Among Us was barred from the Den for the evening.

#cirrus ghoulette #ghost band #rain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghost band hcs #swiss ghoul #sister imperator #papa nihil #copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost band prompts #ghost band headcanons #blue is fucking blue

[stevethehairington]

33 "Close your eyes and hold out your hands" for Steddie? 🖤

helloooo, thank you for sending this in!!!! 💕 i LOVE this one and omg i have been wanting to expand upon the idea i had below for SO long and this gave me the PERFECT chance to do so so THANK YOU ahh.

33. "close your eyes and hold out your hands"

Let it be known that the Munson’s are collectors. 

Wayne has his baseball caps, his mugs. Eddie’s mother collected vinyls. His father — prison sentences.

And Eddie? Eddie collects rocks. Sometimes buttons, occasionally shells, if he can find them. Feathers, once in a blue moon. But mostly rocks. Big rocks, small rocks, rocks that are round and perfectly smooth, rocks that have jagged edges and funky protrusions. Rocks made of coarse granite and rocks made of translucent quartz, and once, notably, a rock made of sleek, inky obsidian. He collects gray rocks and brown rocks, green rocks and red rocks. His favorites are the purple ones that crack open to crystals.

So Eddie collects rocks. But he never keeps them for himself.

You see, every rock he finds — every bottle cap, every loose coin, every lost charm — he gives to Steve.

And Steve? Steve holds onto every single one of them. He keeps a shoebox tucked away safe and sound beneath the bed, and inside the shoebox is his trove of cherished treasures. All of the things that Eddie has gifted him with over the years. Every so often, he’ll take the box out, sit on the floor, and sort through the trinkets. He’ll smile at the sea glass and marvel at the marbles, and count all of the rocks, laughing as the number climbs and climbs. (His favorite is the purple one too.)

The trails are a pretty good place to find rocks — the best, actually. This is something that Eddie has learned personally.

In his bid to find hobbies outside of carting overgrown children to the arcade and the local diner and holing up in stale basements to watch movie after movie, Steve takes up hiking of all things. There’s something about the combination of a good workout, fresh air, and the chance to become one with nature or some bullshit like that that ends up being too damn irresistible to him. He takes to it like a fish to water.

Eddie, to the surprise of them both, likes to tag along on Steve’s hikes. Or — likes to isn’t quite right: Edide tags along. Outdoorsy activities have never been his favorite, and exercise isn’t exactly his idea of a fun time, but Steve likes both of those things, and Eddie loves Steve. He wants to be able to do things with his boyfriend, things that Steve likes. He wants to show his support for Steve’s interests the same way that Steve shows support for his.

So Eddie goes on hikes. 

Has been going on hikes for the past three years now, believe it or not.

The hikes are hell, mostly. Uphill battles that leave his lungs burning and his calves straining and his feet aching. By the end, his bangs are always stuck unflatteringly to his forehead, and his shirt is soaked through. 

Even after all this time, they still don’t get easier. 

(That probably has something to do with Eddie’s healthy appetite for cigarettes and chalices of mountain dew and those god damned Scotcheroos of Claudia Henderson’s that he can never just eat one of. But whatever. Some things are too good to give up.) 

The twinging muscles and the fucked up hair and the general funk seeping out of his skin are always made worth it when they finally reach the peak and Steve positively glows. The way his smile stretches across his face, big and bright; the way he angles his face towards the sun and breathes in the clean air; the way he turns to Eddie and grabs his hand and says, “Isn’t this great?” in the most genuine, wondrous manner.

“The greatest,” Eddie always agrees, and he means it every time.

They are also made worth it by all of the rocks that Eddie finds along the way. Because old habits die hard. (Or not at all, in this case.)

It is these two things — the hiking and the rock collecting — that come together as the perfect catalysts to set in motion the plan he’s been hanging onto for months now.

“Isn’t the view beautiful?” Steve asks, looking out past the edge of the cliff they’d just made it to the top of. In the distance, the sun is just beginning to peak out from behind the trees, casting a golden glow across the lake below.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Eddie replies, nearly tripping Steve up as he sidesteps into his space to lean in close and pop a kiss to his cheekbone.

Steve ducks his head and bats Eddie’s shoulder with his free hand, laughing softly. His other hand is clasped in Eddie’s, hanging between them and swinging lightly with each step. “Cheeseball,” he says, and Eddie just laughs.

They continue to follow the path, enjoying the view of the lake and the dewy morning air and the companionship of one another.

As always, it doesn’t take long before something hidden away in the greenery catches Eddie’s attention. He perks up, dropping Steve’s hand before he darts ahead towards a little patch of dandelions.

Steve shakes his head fondly as Eddie crouches down and starts to pick something out of the weeds. He wonders idly what it is, exactly, that snagged Eddie’s eye this time. 

There are a few dandelions between his fingers when he rises back to his feet and starts towards Steve again, but there’s something else too — something clutched safely in the cup of his hand, concealed by his fingers.

He comes to a stop in front of Steve, bouncing on his heels as an enthusiastic smile spreads across his lips. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” he instructs with a tilt of his head.

Steve obliges, always willing to go along with the silly little rigamarole Eddie puts them through each time he has a new trinket for Steve. His eyes flutter shut and he extends his hand.

“I gotcha another rock, Stevie,” Eddie says softly, pacing something gently into the center of Steve’s hand before folding his fingers securely around it.

Eddie’s gift settles into his palm and it feels lighter than any of the other rocks Eddie’s given him. Steve contemplates what kind of rock it might be, what it’s going to look like, if there’s any defining feature that drew Eddie to it in the first place.

“You can look now,” Eddie says.

Steve opens his eyes, and looks down at his hand. Slowly, he unfurls his fist and —

Oh.

It’s not a rock that sits against his palm. Not the kind you find on the ground anyways.

It’s a ring. The rock in question — a diamond, small and tasteful right in the center of a thin silver band.

Steve promptly loses his breath.

When he looks up with shining eyes, Eddie is kneeling in front of him. He’s still red in the cheeks from their hike, kind of sweaty too, with his hair sticking up from where it’s tucked behind his bandana. They’ve had plenty of time to cool down, but he looks breathless, as he gazes up at Steve with big, hopeful eyes and a crooked little smile.

He’s beautiful.

“So what do you say, Stevie?” Eddie asks, holding his little bouquet of dandelions. “Wanna add that one to your collection too?”

The laugh that bubbles up and out of Steve is giddy and electrified and tinged with wetness as the happy tears start to spill over his lashline. He closes his fingers back around the ring and he stumbles forward to fist his other hand into the front of Eddie’s t-shirt and haul him to his feet so he can tug him into a kiss.

“Yes,” he mumbles against Eddie’s lips, “yes, yes, yes.”

Eddie’s arms curl around Steve’s waist and he laughs too, until they’re smiling into one another’s mouths more than kissing.

Steve grabs Eddie’s wrist and flattens his hand, depositing the ring into his open palm. He sticks his own hand out then, the left one, and wiggles his ring finger eagerly. “Put it on me!” He requests.

Eddie laughs, but does just that. He takes Steve’s hand gently into his own and slides the ring down the length of his finger until it fits snugly at the base, right there against his knuckle. It glitters in the sunlight, and Eddie draws Steve’s hand up to his lips so he can press a sweet kiss just above it.

“Thank god you said yes,” Eddie says, twining his fingers with Steve’s and pulling him back in for another kiss in between. “If you made me climb a whole ass mountain and then said no…” he trails off, shaking his head.

Steve snorts. “You love it,” he says. “You love me.”

Eddie softens. “I do,” he says. “And I get to do it forever now.”

“Forever sounds pretty damn nice,” Steve tells him.

“It sure does.” 100 ways to say i love you prompts

#asks #vecnuthy #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #mack writes #macks ficlets

[forlorn-crows]

based on stage presence i think dewdrop is way more stoic than most ppl write/characterise him.

dgmw he's absolutely a little shit and fiesty as fuck but i dont think thats his constant personality you get me??

ALSO WHILE WE'RE HERE I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT SATAN GAVE HIM NO ASS SHORT HEIGHT *AND* A SMALL DICK?

nah dew is hung and i refuse to believe otherwise (all of this is meant light hearted just in case that wasnt obvious)

~atmosghoul

im fuckin ded atmos. i support your big dick dew agenda even if i am fond of the little dick dew (but i also am going against the grain by liking little dick mountain too sooooo we even out??? idk)

he def got no ass tho. sorry ass-having dew truthers lsjflkklds (sooo sooo /lh). that boy fuckin flat as a 2x4. so is mountain. just dew in a capital font as far as body composition goes pfft

and back to the point about his personality, yes i do think he's more stoic than people write him! think of the introduction video made by ghost itself, he's described as 'the stoic one'. standing rigidly with hands behind his back. as he often does.

he can absolutely be a little shit. all of them can. but i agree, i dont think thats his default setting. he'll get a little twinkle in his eye after being quiet all day and then you know you're in trouble lol.

i think he's def more level headed than a lot of people write him to be.

#ask #atmos

[thelampisaflashlight]

Everything Goes On Pt. 8

[Who were you before him? Time skip again. Not suitable for younger audiences. Previous Part here.] Below the cut.

"This is Brisket." Dew says, holding up quite possibly the least intimidating dog to grace the face of the Earth, "He's a Chiweenie."

"A... A Chiweenie?" Mountain stares at the little creature, currently giving him the most wet eyed look in return, "This is your new Hellhound?"

"Hey, he may not look like much, but he's fierce!"

Brisket yawns and gets his tongue stuck outside of his mouth.

"I took you for more of a big breed dog kind of guy." Mountain says, watching the puppy drop his head into the palm of Dew's hand.

"Nah, I mean, I love all kinds of dogs, but living in a dorm with a St. Bernard sounds like a nightmare. It's also easier to travel."

"Is Brisket going on the road with us for tour then?" Mountain asks, "He could probably fit in your carry on..."

"Maybe next tour, for now, I mean, look at this guy." He rocks his arm slightly and the puppy's ears flop side to side, "He wouldn't make it through the opening act."

Mountain laughs, "So, what prompted this?"

He gestures at Brisket, and then at Dew's new, shorter haircut.

"Companionship." Dew says, holding up Brisket, "And not having anyone around to stop me."

"Hm, well, it suits you." Mountain says, picking up Brisket's head in his hands to squish his tiny face around a little.

"The puppy or the hair?"

"I mean, Brisket... I can't believe you named him that... is quite handsome in his own right, but I meant your hair." Mountain clarifies, "Not that your old style didn't, too, this one's just, I dunno, refreshing? Is that a word people use to describe hair?"

Dew snorts.

"Why Brisket though?"

"He smells like beef." the ghoul motions for Mountain to sniff the dog.

"Like in a good way or a bad-" Mountain sniffs Brisket again, "-Why does he smell like he rolled around in a barbecue??"

"Legend has it he was born in the behind some kind of bar and grille that served some pretty good steak..."

It has been three months since Aether left.

Three.

A whole quarter of a year, and Dew's starting to feel a little more grounded.

It helps when he has two new ghouls to coach through the motions of being "human" -Actually, Brisket was his own sort of reward to himself for not completely messing that up.- between teaching Aeon how to use a fork and getting Aurora to wear underwear, Dew hasn't had time to think of much else.

He still has his moments where he wakes up in his new room and gets confused, where he reaches over to the right side of the bed only to be met with the cold bedspread, but once he discovered he could spread out across the mattress unimpeded by another body, he'd more or less stopped.

It's the little things, he supposes, taking solace in the creature comforts he had forgotten after having to share his space and find compromises to make his other half happy...

Sure, it sucks not being able to roll over in the morning and get sleepy cuddles, but now he can fit a little bed on the other half for Brisket to sleep in, and that more than makes up for that.

Aether liked dogs, too, but he'd never let one sleep in their bed, claiming it would "spoil" them.

Well, too bad, Aether, Brisket is going to be as spoiled as a prince of Hell.

That being said, though, Dew does miss having another ghoul in his bed, and while there had been offers...

"It just doesn't feel right." he tells Cumulus one afternoon, "Feels like I'm cheating even though... ya know."

"You and Aether were together for four years," she says, "it's okay to need time."

"I know, but I'm not... I'm not sure when it's okay to... start all of that again."

"Having sex?"

"Kind of, but, I mean more like..." he lowers his voice, "...dating."

"Ohhh..." Cumulus pats his arm, "I'd say don't rush into all of that. You know what they say about rebound relationships..."

"Actually I... I don't." Dew whispers, "Aether was the only person I've ever dated."

"How'd you two wind up together anyway?" Cumulus asks, "Not to be rude, I mean, you two are, like, polar opposites."

"Not completely." Dew starts counting on his fingers, "We had a couple key things in common; We liked dogs, beer, music, obviously, and..."

The tips of Dew's ears go red.

"And?"

"There's this thing he could do with his tongue that he taught me how to do-"

.

.

.

Cirrus is... frustrated.

Cumulus has been avoiding her.

Not really, it's just...

"Cir, I love you, but you're being a little... suffocating lately." the smaller ghoulette had confessed, "I won't go anywhere just because we're not cuddling every second of the day, you know?"

Cirrus presses her face into her pillow and screams.

She can't help it.

Lately, it feels like if she isn't physically connected to Cumulus, it feels like they're drifting apart.

It's Dew's fault honestly.

Ever since Aether left him, he's been leaning on Cumulus for emotional support, even though he's not the only person hurt by...

By...

Cirrus rolls over in her bed, squeezing her pillow to her chest.

The night before Aether broke up with Dew...

"...Fuck, Cir..."

"Mn... Aeth... You feel so good..."

They aren't exclusive.

None of them are exclusive.

But something about it had felt...

Forbidden.

Good.

And now that she has time to reflect on it, it felt a lot like a goodbye, too.

"Does Dew know you're here?"

"He does, he doesn't care."

"Typical Dew."

"Yeah."

Dew knew, so there was... there was no guilt there.

Cumulus had known, too, but...

"Why are you apologizing? We all mess around."

...Why had she wanted her to be angry?

"...What's wrong with me?"

.

.

.

Swiss will admit, sometimes he makes poor decisions in the heat of the moment that result in... unfortunate circumstances...

"Your dick looks like a fucking glowstick." Dew gapes, beside him, Rain is positively shaking trying to contain his laughter, "Jack it off too hard and accidentally crack it or something?"

"You know the guard you set me up with a while back?" Swiss asks, tucking himself back into his pants, "Yeah, uh, turns out no matter where you stick it, this happens."

"I-It's like you dunked your junk in a vat of highlighter ink..." Rain cackles, "Does it come off?"

"Takes, like, two to three days for the... the glow to fade."

"So if you decided to jack off with the lights off, would your cum also glow? Like is it soaked in that far? Or is it like a weird sunburn?" Dew asks.

"..."

"Swiss?"

"...I need to go test something."

And, honest to Satan's balls, that was what Swiss was intent on doing when in his haste to get back to his dorm, he bumped into a sibling of sin walking through the corridors with-

"Aether?"

#lamp writes #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #aether ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic

[thewrittingpan]

Random Head cannons:

Lilia

I firmly believe that he would have a Mountian Dew addiction- sure I think other sodas are possible too like Dr. Pepper but there’s this “dad clock” that has haunted every divorced father I’ve met and it’s a Mountain Dew clock and it always hangs on the wall where the kitchen meets the dinning table. Don’t ask me why it’s a trend in my life that’s between me and my therapist but I feel that Lilia would probably own one in his gamer room.

Speaking of which he’s got a damn gammer room. I’ve admittedly been out of the loop event and plot wise since the release of ignihide’s chapter (I can not spell forgive my dyslexic ass), but it doesn’t matter if it’s just his bedroom, a whole separate room, a streaming room or not. It has a fancy custom built pc, one that lights up and the whole room is themed to match. It’s very well put together and could probably pay my college tuition with the merchandise he may collect.

I personally think that since Lilia is so old, he tends to hoard things. It obviously snuck into my fic Ring of Mushrooms with just the whole house being a cluttered mess of history. Some of it is me trying not to be a hoarder myself but living nicknack because I am just a bird in a human shape, but he just has a lot of things he forgets about.

Call it time blindness, forgetfulness, or sentimentality but he just keeps pictures, books, gifts, random things his sons have drug into the house or stuffed into their pockets. He has jars of buttons that Malleus collected as a toddler, the shiny rocks Silver picked up by the stream, he’s the type of guy to have a full box of the same pencil because it’s his favorite and there was a rumor it was being discontinued.

I also think that he has a soft spot for pinks and pastels especially when the boys were young. Mint/sage greens were a common choice for blankets, hats, and mittens. He also probably color coded the boys. It doesn’t matter if they were the same age or not just for ease and avoiding fights he totally did.

Lilia probably has a bunch of abandoned hobbies. Things he did long enough to have a humans level of decent but not great. if he were to “relearn” it he would appear to be a savant to a real beginner. Some of these hobbies include: Calligraphy, Crochet, Knitting, Fish lure making, Astronomy, Woodworking

Hobbies he would be bad at:

Drawing/Painting, he has a bad understanding of color but a great eye for depth and detail. The forms are always very off putting though.

He tried birdwatching he isn’t bad at it per se, but he often gets interrupted or caught up in something that is not the birds.

He wanted to do quilting and scapbooking, it’s not that he can’t do them either but he always forgets the projects. The scrapbooks mostly the quilts he has a lot more practice with as baby shower gifts for neighbors and for his own kids. Yet his stiches can be sloppy same with the binding.

He has a fondness for spinel gems he likes the wide array of colors like most gems but he likes a lot of the vibrant pinks they come in

Malleus

I think malleus would have a habit of forgetting to eat if not reminded or brought food. I cannot explain why I think this I just have a hunch.

I think Malleus is great at word puzzles and puzzles in general, it’s not inherently that he’s super smart but he just knows patterns more often than not. However he is quite horrible at pop culture references and trivia. For example he is good at Wordle, Sudoku, crosswords, and connections, but since crosswords and connections often have pop culture references those are the ones he struggles with most.

When he was young he collected things. I mean a lot of things, buttons, pins, rocks, pinecones, leaves, he pressed and dried flowers, half of his room was just wall-to-wall collections. This continued on until now but it’s just gotten more mild, though it flares up during stressful times.

He’s very good at quilting if I had to assign a good trade themed hobby. I’m open to other needle crafts like embroidery or cross-stitch but I think quilting is something that gets done during school breaks and he often sews in former button collections to them.

I think he has an aversion to some kind of food, whether it be things like a texture like he doesn’t like the feeling of bananas or the taste of pees makes him nauseous. I don’t think it’s an allergy or anything just something that physically makes him feel like death is the only solution to the minor inconvenience.

He’s a peridot guy sure emeralds work too but if he’s being honest the peridots are cuter

Silver

One time he had a talking to about throwing sand. He was only three at the time but it had to be revisited after an incident with an ant hill when he was four.

He sleeps in a funeral-showing sort of way. His hands clasped on his chest while he lays on his back. He rarely moves in his sleep, but cheese can cause him to sleep walk.

Speaking of which he has a mild lactose intolerance. He doesn’t care to actively avoid dairy but he often forgets he has it. On many occasions he has eaten too much dairy and was genuinely confused by the way he was having tummy troubles.

He cries at weddings.

He doesn’t cry at funerals.

Silver has this hobby of wanting to bird hunt but falls asleep too often. He does however have some half okay drawing skills. Enough to have an upper hand in Pictionary maybe but a good hand on proportions and the details are messy but it works.

He has a fondness for pearls it’s the type of jewelry he thinks is the most beautiful.

#fanfiction #twst #twisted wonderland malleus #twisted wonderland #headcannons #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #twst silver #twisted wonderland silver #headcanon

[wrathofrats]

I felt like rubbing salt into the aether wound.

600 words of swiss being a good mentor to phantom, dew not knowing how to process grief and swissalps my beloved

Encouraged and helped by the lovely @traayaa , who I sobbed to in DMs last night about this

Dew gets mad at Swiss early after phantom shows up. He watches Swiss help phantom out with his quintessence one day in the common room, stays tucked around a corner till phantom leaves.

“Just like that shadow, aether used to make a fist, to help him control the flow”

It pisses dew off, partially just to see the new ghoul try to do what aether did but for Swiss to help him? To mention aether while he does it? It sends him over the edge. Still grieving his loss.

“He’s not aether” dew finally comes out from behind the corner.

“I'm aware”, Swiss knows dew is looking for a fight. Looking to take out his grief on someone, and he simply doesn’t want to be a part of it. He believes there’s no point in the malice that he’s seen, that it’s ripping people apart to constantly mention what happened. He’s also aware this is the only way for dew to figure himself out. Dew is volitalile, emotional, and he doesn’t understand his own emotions most of the time. Left to sit and stew until he blows up about it.

“Then stop fucking treating him like he is.”

“I’m not” Swiss’s answers are short and snippy. He doesn’t want to argue.

“You are, you’re teaching him his old tricks. You telling him exactly how aether did it but he’s not aether” it’s hard for Swiss to not have tears prick at his eyes at the words. At the desperate sounds in dews voice. Swiss knows he’s not aether. He wishes it was aether, they all do. But it’s all he can do to help himself to try and teach the new ghoul the way aether would have wanted. He tries to calm and reason with himself. This is how dew is. He will calm down. Just walk away. He takes a couple deep breathes as he clenches his fists

Dew doesn’t shut up

“Stop trying to replace him”

It doesn’t take much for Swiss to break. His endless patience he’s usually known for already thin before the conversation even started.

“You don’t know fucking shit dewdrop. I miss him too, stop acting like you’re the only person who lost someone here.” He yells. Swiss doesnt yell a lot, evident by the shocked expression on dews face as he stands up and walks towards him. Jaw and fists clenched.

“You’re too much of an unstable asshole to even fucking welcome the guy, so I had to do it. I had to put everything aside because you and everyone else don’t know how to fucking act correctly. You took your time to grieve, so grow the fuck up and get over it “

Dew stares at him. Swiss didn’t mean it. Swiss knows he didn’t mean it. His chest heaves up and down as tears stream down his face. Dew doesn’t say a word and angrily rushes back to his room, tears also threatening to spill from his eyes

get over it

Swiss is quick to rush to mountains room. A solid figure in the chaos that’s been happening around them. The day aether left he showed up wordlessly in his doorway. Mountain understand him immediately and lifts the blanket for him to come melt into his side. It’s been like that for weeks, their routine. They don’t have to talk about it, the comfort comes in the knowing glances, caring touches, it comes in the extra love and attention they show each other while the grief is still fresh.

Swiss isn’t one to break down often, to show emotions most of the time, so it breaks mountains heart when Swiss storms into his room, tears streaming down his face. He knows what happened, everyone heard it. he Just embraces him and holds him in his arms

“I know you miss him too”

#the band ghost #ghost #fanfic #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #wrath writes

[syringesyrup]

can we get a swissdew sicfic 🥺 👉👈

i’m actually sick myself rn so this is super half assed but hey whatever

“You know I’m a grown ass man and I don’t need-need-” Swiss trails off as he squints his eyes and scrunches his nose. Dew angles himself away from the multi ghoul, watching with a raised brow as Swiss sneezes a plume of fire. Small buds of marigold burst from his skin, swirls of red and yellow that fill the air with their bitter scent.

“Oh yes, I’m sure.” Dew hums as he leans forward and begins to pluck the flowers from Swiss’ shoulder, dropping the petals into a bowl that is already filled with various petals. He adds the marigolds to the bowl with a sigh, brushing his claws along Swiss’ skin gently. The floral scents make Dew’s nose scrunch up as his brain tries to adjust to each new smell.

“It’s normal, ya know.” Swiss sniffs. “Mortal body can’t handle all of thisss.” He grins, trying to waver off Dew’s mother hen behavior. Swiss’ smile falters when Dew looks up at him with that face, frustrated and laced with worry. Swiss frowns and leans forward, whining low in his throat at Dew like he’s begging for something.

Dew sniffs at him. “That doesn’t mean that I like it.” He deadpans, plucking another marigold from Swiss’ arm and letting it fall into the bowl. “What am I supposed to do with all of this?”

“Just give ‘em to Mountain. I’m sure he can work his magic and somehow plant them all.” Swiss suggests through his scratchy voice. The tea Cumulus had made him earlier only helped for a short while, although he would never tell her that it didn’t do what she intended.

Dew frowns at him before he sets the bowl to the side and crawls on top of his multi ghoul, wrapping himself around Swiss’ aching body. Swiss protests for a moment before he registers the weighted and heated blanket that is Dewdrop on top of him. The fire ghoul’s warmth soothes his aching joints, making him sigh in relief.

A low rumble starts in Dew’s throat as Swiss wraps his arms around him in return, squeezing weakly around Dew’s waist. Dew rubs his face into Swiss’ chest, his nose pressed against his bare skin. Despite his weakened and fatigued state, he smells ridiculously good. Dew doesn’t think he’s ever heard of a sickness that makes you smell nice.

“Maybe you should-“ Swiss starts before Dew slides up, rubbing his cheek against Swiss’ face as he drools a purr. Swiss snorts a laugh as he drags his hand up and scratches between Dew’s horns, making the fire ghoul slip his eyes shut as he rumbles like an earthquake.

“Hey, you should be making me purr. Not the other way around.” Swiss jests as he rubs the flat of his palm against Dew’s lower back. “Can't believe you’re on top of me like this when I’m sick. I’m all gross and shit.”

Dew shakes his head, his ears flicking as he blinks slowly at Swiss for a moment. “You smell like flowers and you are freezing cold. You are a fire ghoul’s dream in this state.” Dew says as he snakes his tongue out of his mouth and begins to lap at Swiss’ face. Swiss grunts, still never used to the sharpness of the fire ghoul’s tongue.

“So-eugh, Dew-I should just let you risk getting yourself sick because you wanna be my personal heater for the day, hmm?” Swiss asks, tilting his head away from Dew’s grooming. Not the first time he’s done this to Swiss and it certainly is not the last.

Dew shorts at him. “I cannot catch your multi ghoul illness, Swiss.” He retorts, flexing his hands against the mattress as he kneads his claws into the fabric. “Impossible.”

“You seem to forget that I’m part fire ghoul.” Swiss taps his forehead with a playful smile. “I’m putting you at risk, sugar.”

“I put myself at risk. Now shut up and let me clean you.” Dew grumbles, adjusting on top of Swiss and grabbing at his jaw to tilt his head up. Dew licks at his nose, cleaning the bridge of it as Swiss sighs in defeat.

“You never let me have my way.” Swiss whines dramatically as he taps his fingers rhythmically against Dew’s hips. The fire ghoul beats his tail against Swiss’ leg, gliding the spiked limb against Swiss’ thigh as he leans into his ear.

“Get over all of this and I’ll let you have your way for a week.” Dew smiles against his ear. Swiss shudders, suddenly cold again despite Dew’s magic working its way into his chilled host of a mortal body.

“A week?” Swiss raises a brow, pouting his lips up at Dew. Dew hums, leaning back and rolling his shoulders forward as he stretches for a quick moment.

“Three days.”

“Well, baby.” Swiss claps his hands. “I think I’m feelin’ better alrea-“

Dew scrunches his nose down at Swiss and sneezes, blowing a jet of fire into the multi ghoul’s face. The fire sweeps around Swiss’ face, disappearing as soon as it came. Swiss blinks up at him and coughs, a plume of smoke exiting his lips.

Dew frowns, kneading his claws into Swiss’ tummy. “Swissss.” He groans, sniffing loudly through his whine.

Swiss sighs. “Not gonna say I told you so.” He tilts his head up and blinks at Dew. “But also-“

“You suck.” Dew grumbles before he falls on top of Swiss, his body burning against the multi ghoul as his own sickness sweeps through his body. “You suck so bad.” Dew mumbles into Swiss’ chest. “Too hot.”

Swiss pats Dew’s spiked back, humming at him as he watches the fire ghoul’s fever rush over him. “Alright, alright.” Swiss sighs. “I’ll call Rain.”

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[moiyume]

death is the only end for us — interlude: this is how it begins.

n o t e s: I accidentally posted the interlude one early morning when I was correcting the grammar errors, but I deleted it, sorry. 😵‍💫 I confess I'm rusty, but I'm happy to write again, I you enjoy this story. ❤️

pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader

sumary: [Y/N] is at a restaurant with her best friend, but she is stuck in her own thoughts when a ghost from her past resurfaces: her former boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, the man who has been searching for her for almost a decade has finally found her.

warnings: angst, description of blood, the reader is intimidated by Satoru, threats, mentions of death, spoilers from the main story.

word count: 3060.

more information about the history: here.

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HUMAN LIFE IS LIKE THE DEW AT DAWN OR A BUBBLE RISING THROUGH WATER. Transitory. But Master Tengen endures unchanged through the centuries like the mountains that never shake, but will remain forever.... well, that's what everyone — including you — believed until that fateful day.

If you close your eyes you see stains and splashes of hot blood on the concrete, the green leaves and the characteristic blue and white uniform of the wizarding college I attended in my youth. If you close your eyes you feel the air missing from your lungs and your heart stop beating, the morning coffee churning in your stomach and rising back up your throat along with the bile, the cold sweat collecting on your forehead and back and armpits. If you close your eyes relive that disaster, that shadow that haunts you in my nightmares.

For that reason you've stopped closing your eyes, because you've stopped living in the past. Or maybe you are just running away, like you ran away that day.

You look outside the glass of the restaurant where you are with your friend Susana, your face is reflected in the glass, but you are able to observe other people walking and stumbling on the small step of the pavement outside. You would like to warn those people who are tripping to pay special attention to that step. You yourself tripped over it many times before you sat down at this table in front of the window and realised it existed. You wonder how many people have seen you stumble and it makes your cheeks ache from the urge to laugh, not because it's funny but because you feel ashamed of the lack of attention you had at the time.

Susana snaps her fingers in front of your face to get your attention, you look at her and her golden eyes are clenched and her blonde eyebrows are so close together you could swear they've turned into a monocle, you smile at her but your strange and suspicious expression is still here. Just now she was telling you about an art exhibition happening tonight and that the artist, the star of the event, is none other than the landlord of the hostel you have recently stayed at.

"What did you say?" You sigh and rest your forehead on the window pane, not looking at Susana, waiting for her to roll her eyes as she explains it all to you again, in the smallest detail, even if you already know what she has to say, her lovely voice is a comfort to your ears and your shaken mind.

"You need to open up to me more, [Y/N]." Susana's unexpected response makes you distressed and uneasy, so you are forced to look at her, and she looks back at you, her once wary gaze now looked worried and weary. "You stand there all melancholy looking at nothing and you don't listen to me or tell me what's going on."

"Does that bother you?" Unconsciously you diverted your attention to the cup on the table, you had forgotten what it was like to have a friend, just as you forgot that you might be nothing more than a mere stranger to this person with you. Just a stranger with whom she travels on business.

"Obviously it bothers me." She slams her hands on the table and moves towards you, but backs away when you step back and sighs. "I mean... It doesn't bother me. But think of me too, do you know how distressing it is to realise that your friend isn't well, but you can't do anything to help her because you don't know what's going on in her head?"

Her words hit your stomach like a punch. You've been in her shoes. That is what you would like to say, yes. However, the skeletons you buried earlier could not be dug up, for you built a foundation on top of them, a concrete tombstone so they would never come out of there. You swallow the things you would really like to speak and hold her hands and look into her worried eyes again.

"There's nothing inside my head." You smile and caress the back of her hands with your thumb. "I'm fine, and I'm sorry for not being thoughtful, I just..." You tilt your head for a moment to think of something, anything that might convince her, but your mind goes blank.

"Just...?"

Susana's voice becomes intelligible for a instant, maybe a second or two, but enough to distract you again. The bell at the entrance of the restaurant tinkles and someone walks through the glass and varnished cedar wood door, however it wasn't just anyone, no. It was someone you knew long ago, one of the skeletons buried and sealed in the foundation of your brain, a colleague, a friend, a love, a ghost, a memory that has aged like wine; attractive and appetizing, with the ability to warp your senses and poison your mind; someone who capable of making you sick and intoxicated just by using their mouth. Susana looked in the direction you were looking and by instinct, you grab her hands, and tape her, distressed. Your heart beats uncompassionately inside your chest and you tremble and fear, fear that he might see you and hear you and recognize your heartbeats, and you know that he might, because he knows you as he knows himself.

"Susana..." You whisper and lower your head, using her body to conceal your figure, "Su-"

"What?" She exclaimed in doubt and you place your index finger over your lips quickly, her expression was confused, however she was no fool not to notice something was wrong, so she lowered her tone. "What happened?"

"My ex boyfriend is here." You speak in between.

"Bullshit! Who? Where is he?" she lifts her head and looks to and fro, indiscreet and direct, like a giant lighthouse in the middle of the sea in a storm. You almost regretted telling her, but it would be even worse if you didn't.

"The tall standard white-haired guy over there." You tilt your chin towards the counter.

"That one?" Susana pointed at a man who should have been old enough to be your father and stared at you in disgust.

Slapping your own forehead you point, this time with your hands together, at the individual one last time. "No, Susana!" You rolled your eyes. "The Japanese! The Japanese guy!"

"AHHH! That guy..." She sighed and laughed nervously, but relieved, and now she wasn't wearing that disgusted expression, on the contrary she looked in awe, much to your dismay. "I always knew you had good taste." She pats you proudly on the shoulder before she could come to her senses. "Wait! That ex?"

"Susana, stop staring!"

You nudge her shoulder and stay low, out of his field of vision, as if it were really possible to be out of his sight. Susana is confused and you wish you could explain in detail why this person posed a threat to her, but your fear of being noticed, if you hadn't already been, was greater than your desire to speak. You open your bag quickly and place a crumpled handful of money on the table next to the cup of cold, untouched coffee, in another occasion you would make a point of asking for the change because your salary wasn't the best, but now to not have to get in line where he is you would rather not have money to eat for the next few weeks.

You get up in a hurry and nod your head to get out of there, but Susana looks at the food on your plate and then at you like a dog that fell off the move, you take a deep breath and turn to leave, and it was like turning around to run into a wall. In front of you was a tall man dressed in expensive clothes, so expensive they must have been worth more than a year's minimum wage salary, you couldn't notice the fancy accessories as your mind collapsed when you realised who was wall in the shape of people. It's him.

You couldn't see his eyes through the dark glasses but the confused expression on his face is quite clear to you, your legs tremble and you take a faltering step back. By reflex you looked at your companion squinting and silently begged her not to do or say anything. You once told her, one of the few things she knows about you, about a boyfriend who didn't handle the breakup well and you've avoided him ever since, and that if he ever showed up, you instructed her to act like you were mere strangers.

"Hello, [Y/N]. Long time no see." Satoru's supposedly friendly words carry the regret of a wretched past, which you both did not come out of unscathed, you feel sorry for him, but your brain, the rational part of you, tells you that neither of you is worthy of pity. Your decisions have led you to this place and you are suffering the consequences of them. "Do I get in the way?" He looked coldly away at the unfinished meal and at Susana, you felt shivers as you watched her lower her head and laugh nervously, he has the ability to intimidate anyone, your friends too.

You've ruined my day, that's what you'd like to shout, but if you did you'd be the crazy one and he'd be the nice guy who accidentally bumped into his ex girlfriend in a restaurant. You swallow your pride and take a deep breath, you make your way around the corridor and pass him, before continuing you hold his arm, you spy his face out of the corner of your eye and let out a breath of air, you and I have a lot to talk about just not here, that's the message you want to get across. You've been hiding for almost a decade, running from the past and the problems that were left behind, and from people especially. This person, in particular.

"Leave her alone." You threaten him, but in a low tone of voice, so only he can hear.

Satoru watches Susana before turning around and coming with you, you don't want him to scare her any more than necessary, you hesitate to go as you don't want to leave her, but after seven years of wandering this lonely world, you knew the time to bury her along with the others would come too. So you cover your face with an empty mask and leave without saying anything to her.

"You didn't say goodbye to your friend." Satoru points to the diner left behind with disdain, he's angry because he thinks you walked in someone you could lean on, and he's not wrong in a way. You knew about his insecurity, his fear of being abandoned, of being without a friend, yet you didn't bother to answer him because it would be a losing battle where you would have to apologise and say there was no one in this world who could replace him, just to soften his big ego, and you wouldn't humiliate yourself or say the words he wants to rip out of you at all costs. "Usually, you are very loud and talkative like a cicada, only now you are not making a peep, you are not freaking out because you failed to hide, you don't even say hello. "

"Please yell at me, just don't be quiet", is what he meant. You grumble and keep walking in silence, it won't make a difference if you shout if he already knows where you are and what you're doing and who you live with. You look up at the evening sky and sigh, there are many people on the street as it is summer in Brazil, the sun is warm but there are remnants of the rain from this morning; the weather was indeed crazy. You walk towards the hotel with your eyes on the ground, afraid of tripping over a step as usually happens when you are with Susana; she is usually the one who tells you where to look and holds you up when you stumble.

Satoru and Susana have a lot in common, they can't read between the lines, they can't see the limits, they want to hear something because they believe there will always be something to be said, but they are there when you stumble to laugh and hold you before you fall. Only there is no comfort in the empty words you will say to them, the past remains, the mistakes and successes we made along the way, the decisions we made, all the consequences of our actions, there is nothing that can be said or done to repair what has been lost. Things are different with Susana because it's the present and she's not attached to things past like he is; although you too would have been upset if your ex boyfriend stabbed you in the back.

You stop and look ahead and across the street is the cheap hostel where Susana and you stayed, there aren't many cars passing by, there are puddles of water on the pavement, the stairs were wet, you remember slipping on it earlier in the week and frown in shame. You plan to take your things and leave without saying anything, it would be better if this loose end was cut off instead of tied up, Susana could continue travelling on her own from now on or who goes home, you have full conviction that her parents will be more reasonable when they know the bad influence is no longer with her and will come and get her or send money. "She'll be fine," you repeat to yourself.

"Why do we stop?" Satoru leans forward and comes face to face with you, you indicate the hotel and he gives an "ah", but before you can keep walking, he grabs your arm and forces you to look into his menacing eyes, now visible as the glasses are slightly down his nose. "Don't try any funny business, or think you can escape."

"I never meant to." You reply with a grim smile, he says nothing, just lets go of your arm and walks away bewildered, it's been many years since you were last this close. "Come on, you've got the Six Eyes, I believe you've honed your technique, heh." You point to your uncovered eyes. "Then there's not much I can do. If you want to keep up with me, that's fine, I don't mind. Just keep your mouth shut while I pack up my stuff."

"I'm staying here." He holds up his hands and you mentally thank him for it, his presence alone was already a nuisance to you, you take the opportunity and leave him talking to himself. "Stay as long as you need."

You stop in the middle of the street and hold the air in my lungs before continuing. You don't say hello to anyone, you passed down the stairs like lightning, not saying a single word and not caring about slipping. Entering the room was a cold shower, you've spent many good nights here and bad nights too. On the messy bed are the two tickets for tonight's exhibition, which Susana and you would go to and where she would explain to you about art. She loves art and dreamed of being an artist before her fingers broke and she could never paint again. Remember how hard it was for her, but you were supportive of each other, you wish you could have healed her fingers when you could, so she could paint again.

You take your things — which were not many — and leave no trace behind, only the smell of the cheap perfume you got for your birthday. Before leaving, you steal a portrait that was on the shelf next to the bed, it belongs to Susana, but you couldn't let it go; without this portrait you wouldn't be able to remember her when you leave.

You feel your cheeks become wet and a tightness in your chest that was familiar as you walk down the stairs. You should have prepared for this moment, you should have been ready to say goodbye, you should have been used to being alone... As soon as you set foot outside the hotel, Satoru looked at you and came running towards you. You feel that he wanted to console you, but backed away when you silently rejected him. You don't want consolation from the person who is tearing everything away from you. He picks up your bag and slung the strap over your shoulder, you stand in an unpleasant silence for a while, until the tears on your face are dried by the cold wind. You stare at him and he's fiddling with his mobile phone or pretending, whatever, it makes no difference to you.

"Why did you come?" You couldn't contain your curiosity. You feel the air suddenly become heavy and his face turns sombre, you've never seen him like this before, you frown and hold on to his blouse with both hands. "What's going on? Why did you come here?" He laughs nervously. "Don't be quiet, you were very talkative just now."

His body is trembling, but it's not the cold that bothers him, whatever he is hiding from you affects him to the extent that it makes him shut up, and Satoru Gojo never shut up, not even when his life was in danger, he laughed and babbled about how strong he was. But now he seems like another person, completely different from the idiot you lived with for three years during high school, an asshole like him doesn't change that easily, he doesn't even mature over the years, he just becomes more haughty. He turns his face towards the floor and bites his lower lip, hesitating to open his beak, your heart racing with distress and you shake him as hard as you can, knocking the glasses off his face. But before you could complain, he opened his mouth to answer you and you didn't know how to react, because it wasn't the answer you expected.

"Suguru Geto is dead."

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Thank you for reading, my angel! <3

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[secretsandwriting]

3 Times No One Believed Dewdrop Has A Partner and The One Time They Couldn't Deny It

Dew: This is my partner, we've been dating for a year Everyone else: No its not, how much is he paying you? Dew: well well well, if it isn't the consequences to my own actions

Some notes: So while it might seem like the ghouls are being harsh on him, it is because Dew has joked about having a partner enough times that they figure he's doing it again. There are ways Dew could have been like "No this is actually my partner" and the ghouls would have believed him but he didn't. The ghouls also know him well enough to know the limits of what they could tease. Dew just really wanted the dramatic, "I told you they were actually my partner." (He got it)

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~One~

            Silence had never been so loud. Dew had just introduced you to the other ghouls and none of them seemed to know how to handle it, you weren’t sure why exactly as Dew had told you he had talked about you before. 

            “No.” Aether, or the one you assumed was Aether based off of the descriptions Dew had given you. “There's no way you actually have a partner.” The rest of the ghouls nodded in agreement while Dew sputtered next to you.

            “Look Dew, we love you. But there’s no way you managed to get a partner as pretty as them in a year. It would take at least two for them to look past your spontaneous combustions, much less the pranks you pull.” 

            So Dew was right when he said he didn’t think they believed him. Dew argued back and forth with them, the other ghouls teasing him with reasons your relationship couldn’t be true using reasons that wouldn’t bother anyone who spent enough time around the fire ghoul. 

            “Nope. You’re too ticklish for a partner.” 

            “What the fuck does that mean?” After a few minutes of the teasing with no sign of it stopping, you moved to one of the couches. It provided some comfort as you watched Dew fight for his life in the argument you knew would leave all of them in a good mood. A mug of tea was handed to you by Mountain.

            “You can go if you want, we know you're not actually dating. Dew’s claimed to have a partner before. You are however the first person he’s brought in to prove it.” He spoke softly while Aether was in a screaming match with Dew over pizza rolls? You took a sip of the tea, it was decent.

            Eventually the ghouls couldn’t hold it together anymore and broke down into a giggling mess. Dew glanced back at you and grinned. At the end of the day all that mattered is that you were in a happy stable relationship, not that people believed you were. Besides, Dew had already predicted this would happen. 

��           Despite all of them thinking Dew paid you to be there you were invited to stay for movie night. Dew gladly gave up some of his space for you and watching the ghouls react to some classic movies was quite entertaining. 

~Two~

            Copia had heard from the other ghouls Dew had brought his “partner” to meet them. So when Dew inevitably dragged you to practice to watch he was somewhat prepared. He greeted you just as politely as all the other ghouls and was a little more subtle then the ghouls about his disbelief.

            Dew ignored it. You had had a conversation with him after meeting the ghouls to make sure it really didn’t bother him. He had confirmed that it really didn’t and their disbelief was the consequences of his own actions so he didn’t blame them for not believing him. He assured you that eventually they would believe it.

            You didn’t let it bother you as Dew said it was a waste of energy to care. They were his pack and he had no doubt that if it weren’t for all the times he joked or made up a partner they would be denying it. 

            “I don’t mean to pry, but how did you meet?” Copia asked you when the group was taking a break. You could tell the other ghouls were listening in. Dew just smiled from his spot next to you. 

            “He just kinda appeared next to me when I was walking down the hall in the middle of the night so I kicked him in the balls and then punched him in the face which is apparently not normal behavior for being scared by a ghoul so he started to do it every night until it didn’t phase me anymore.” 

            “It hurt too.” Dew piped up. “Can’t imagine how bad it would feel if I was human.” Copia paled and you snorted. 

            “It was just an adrenaline rush.” No one seemed to believe you, it was really becoming a common theme especially since no one believed you had been dating Dewdrop for almost a year.

~Three~

            You didn’t mind the ghouls or Copia not believing you because they had a reason and they were nice about it. The other siblings of sin were an entirely different thing. They were rude, constantly making comments where you could hear them. 

            “There’s no way he would date them. He probably just likes them in bed.”

            “He could be dating anyone in the Clergy and he chose them? I don’t believe it.”

            Most of the time you could ignore their comments and you always tried to let them roll off your back, at the very least make sure you pulled yourself together before you saw Dew. You weren’t sure what he would do if he found out about the comments.

            No one had ever said anything to your face but you were sure that wouldn’t last. Eventually one of the siblings would get brave enough to approach you and talk like they knew everything about you and berate you for trying to lie to the whole Ministry. You had seen it happen multiple times.

           “You're the one that claims to be dating Dew right?” There it was. You ignored her and kept working, Dew had asked you to meet him in the gardens at dinner so you were trying to finish all your chores so you would have time to clean up a bit before going to see him. Ignoring her only seemed to make her yelling louder. "Fine if you won't speak to me I'll just make your life miserable." She kicked over the bucket of dirty mop water, you sighed as you realized you would probably be late to whatever Dew planned. Her grin was wiped off her face when someone behind you cleared their throat. 

            "Actually, you just made your own life miserable." Sister Imperator has seen the whole thing. "You'll be doing all their chores for the rest of the week. I could hear your yelling in my office. As for you-" she turned and looked at you. "You're free for the rest of the week. I'll be sure to send both of your instructions to the heads of your departments."

            Word about her stunt and Sister Imperators involvement spread like wildfire and while you were left alone, the rumors spread even more, the comments not addressed to you but said where you could hear them got more intense.

            “I bet they're just a common whore he's using.”

            “Whore? That’s rude to group them in with the whores. They’re so much worse.”

            “Obviously, i was just trying to be nice.” the mocking tone seemed to echo through the halls more then most things did.

~Plus One~

            The ministry had decided to throw a formal event for everyone as a way to try and “Unify” all the members. Dew had asked for you to be able to sit with him at the table for the ghoul, making you the only human at the long table. It was your first time meeting most of the ghouls. All of them were with the others in agreement that you weren’t actually his partner but Dew just ignored it. He wanted to have a nice night with you.

            Towards the end of the night, you and Dew had disappeared and so they went to look for you. Eventually they heard Dew’s voice coming from the gardens. Standing on a partially hidden balcony they realized they were wrong.

           Dew was spinning you around in the gardens, talking and laughing with you about who knows what. It looked so intimate and it was obvious you were in love. Dew was practically glowing in the moonlight and no one had ever seen him smile that big for that long.

            When the imaginary music to your dance stopped, they watched as Dew leaned closer to you. Seeming to whisper something to you he rested his forehead against yours just standing there in silence before they noticed your lips moving. It was such a soft moment, softer than anything else they had seen in the ministry. Eventually Dew closed the distance, but flipped off the ghouls and the papa’s on the balcony. When he managed to pull himself away from your lips he sent a glare to the watching party.

            Stepping away, he pulled you with him. Sprinting through the gardens laughing as you ignored the protests coming from the crowd behind you. 

            They started believing Dew a little more after that.

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[viscerax]

Hi, I was wondering if you had any general Vance headcanons? Like what his favourite subject is, what aftershave he uses (if he uses any??) and just general things like that? Thanks 🤍

Vance Hopper HC's

His favorite subject is math. He won't let people know but he's a total fucking math nerd. Specifically, Algebra. He hates Geometry tho

No clue about the aftershave thing but uhm, he's one of those guys who likes a clean shaven face. He doesn't care if people give him shit for it, he cannot stand having any stubble. Its more of a texture thing then anything, but he says "the chicks dig it"

I'm sorry guys but he would be one of those guys that spray whole cans of Axe body spray. You can smell him the moment he enters a room.

We've all established he hates getting his hair wet. He's like an angry cat. I also think his mom does his hair/is a hairdresser so she's very particular and strict after he gets his perm done.

He used to play basketball but got kicked off the team for fighting one of the other team members cuz they tripped one of his teammates on purpose.

We've already established within the fandom that hes autistic, and to expand on that, I think he often gets nonverbal. He doesn't like speaking a whole lot, and words just don't really process in his brain sometimes. People just think he's just a brooding and silent guy, but really his brain is running 500 mph and he's not focused on talking at that moment.

He stims with his feet a lot. Kicking things, kicking his feet into the dirt. He does the tappy feet thing when he is alone or with people he really trusts. Also makes little huffs and squeaks when he's nonverbal and excited.

Secretly likes wearing eyeliner.

I think if he was born in modern times, he would listen to so much ICP. Like my man would be obsessed with that shit. His favorite song would either be Imma Kill You or To Catch A Predator

He believes in ghosts and is secretly scared shitless of them

Another modern music thing, but he would lose his shit over Ghost, specifically Cirice.

His favorite candy is warheads probably. Anything that normal people would have a pained expression while eating. He loves sour candies, and he carries them around for when he's feeling overstimulated, because they help to ground him.

Chews gum constantly. Never mint gum. Its always some kind of fruity gum.

My man will absolutely tear up a bomb ass street taco. Absolutely fucks it up.

Loves unholy combinations of food. Will dip his oreos in nacho cheese (its really good yall should try it) and also gets like all the flavors of sodas from fountains. Like all of them and then drinks it like he didn't just commit the unholy sin of mixing sweet tea and powerade and Pepsi and mountain dew in one cup.

Secretly likes being acknowledged as pretty. Whether someone calls him a pretty boy or just compliments him the way they would a feminine person, he really likes it.

#the black phone #black phone edit #headcanon #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #the black phone x reader

[kemetickowboy]

Sorry but someone just asked me to chat about how they met the Netjeru through hardcore drugs and all I could think of is

Memes aside I do feel like I was able to experience the presence of the Netjeru through my ketamine treatment, however I personally don't believe in the usage of drugs to enhance or intensify that connection.

Like when I take edibles, it's just cause I want to, not cause I wanna discuss the inner mechanics of the multiverse with Horus and Set over a cup of mountain dew.

But regardless, different strokes for different folks lol

#kemetic #kemetism #meme #misc #love has won #mother god #rant