Trans dew starts leaking milk and Swiss is like, very very happy about it for completely holy reasons and not cause he wants to lick it all up and tell see how amazing is and dew is just gone, subspace, as high as he can be without the help of drugs
gjhfjd okay yeah sure. maybe not exactly what you requested, but this is the way the ghouls demanded this happen. 🙏
(what is a ficlet this is so long)
(also warning for potential body dysmorphia/dysphoria. dew is fine with all this, but I am not trans and would not want to presume that things like unexpected breast growth would be easy for everyone. please proceed with caution ♡)
Swiss cannot stop staring.
"I swear they're bigger than usual," he mutters, squinting across the common room. On the next couch over, Mountain looks up from his book.
"Huh? What are?"
He follows Swiss's suspicious gaze to where it rests on Dew in the kitchen. The little ghoul is busy putting away dishes, bobbing his head and humming along to whatever is pumping though his headphones. He's in his standard skinny jeans and tight black t-shirt, golden hair pulled into a tight knot at the base of his skull. To Mountain, he looks the same as ever.
To Swiss, though,
"His fuckin' tits."
The ghoul spits the word like it stings, but that couldn't be further from the truth. The thought has been on his mind all week, and every time Swiss focuses on it his cock throbs. He holds up both hands.
"I swear to Satan they're like," he makes a honking motion with his hands, one that Dew would whack him for,"...puffier than usual."
Mountain makes a rather undignified sound in response, shooting Swiss a raised eyebrow. Swiss doesn't so much as glance back. Mountain clears his throat, looking back at Dew with pinking cheeks.
"I, uh...I guess? Maybe?" Mountain tilts his head, adjusts his glasses. "I think you'd know better than I would, I'm more familiar with Rain's than Dew's."
Normally he would be correct, but -
"He won't let me see 'em!" Swiss whines - whines - pressing an unsubtle hand to his tingling dick. "All week, no matter how much I ask, he just -" Swiss waves at the air in lieu of finishing his sentence, eyes fixed solidly on Dew's chest. Mountain gives him a curious look.
"Is he okay?"
"He says he is," Swiss shrugs. He trusts Dew to say otherwise. "Ate him out for two hours last night, he sure as shit wasn't shy about that." Swiss gives himself another squeeze at the memory, sniffing his mustache on the off chance it still held Dew's musk. "He just won't take his fuckin' shirt off!" Mountain gives him a derisive chuff, settling back in with his book.
"What a tragedy," he murmurs, crossing his legs. Swiss pays his sarcasm no mind.
"C'mon Mount, you know how weak he is to nipple play." Dew folds like a house of cards at the slightest brush, and Swiss has spent many an evening wringing pleasured noises from the little ghoul's throat using nothing but those sensitive buds. And yet, "He won't let me near 'em. Won't even touch 'em for me!"
"Sound the alarms," Mountain deadpans, turning his page, "call the police, please, won't someone help us."
Swiss hurls a pillow at his crotch and Mountain catches it easily, tucking it under his neck. Swiss grumbles at him and slumps back into his seat, refocusing on the little ghoul. Watching him put away silverware.
He knows he's right. He knows Dew's chest is obvious now, has been getting more and more so over the course of the last week. Maybe longer, but he can only really think about the days that have become Dew's perma-shirt era. He can see that slight swell, made all the more noticable by Dew's stiff nipples. They poke out through his shirt constantly now, and it makes Dew's denial of access so much worse.
Swiss sighs and shoves himself from his seat, sauntering over under the guise of rummaging through the fridge for a drink. But then Dew stands on his tiptoes to put away a glass, exposes a stripe of his midriff, and Swiss is forced to divert. He slips warm fingers around Dew's skinny hips and the little ghoul jumps, nearly dropping his next glass.
"What the - fucker, warn a guy!" Dew sets the glass down and pulls out his earbuds, leaning away to fix Swiss with a scowl.
"Sorry," Swiss lies, "your hips looked like they missed me."
He hooks his chin over the little ghoul's shoulder and glances down while Dew snorts out a disbelieving laugh. The sound makes his chest jiggle the tiniest, most insignificant amount, and Swiss can't believe the things that movement does to the warmth in his belly.
"Sure they did," Dew murmurs, resting his own hands over Swiss's. He hums, nosing at the little ghoul's warm throat. He smells like whiskey and dishsoap for the most part, but he's carried a new scent for a short while now. Like...maple syrup, Swiss thinks.
"Not the only thing that misses me," he tries, brushing his thumbs under Dew's shirt, just along the bottom of his ribcage. Dew goes still, and Swiss steels himself to edge higher. Just enough to barely graze the skin he misses so much. The little ghoul gasps.
Then, as he's done every day for the last week, Dew stops his hands.
"Swiss," he warns, low. Swiss whines. He can't help it.
"Sorry, Sparky," he sighs, wrapping both arms around Dew's little waist instead. He knows when not to push. "I just -"
"Not here," Dew adds suddenly, and Swiss blinks.
"Huh?"
"My room," Dew mutters, shrugging off Swiss's grip and picking his headphones up. "Wait for me."
Swiss doesn't quite know what to do with himself. He really doesn't have much of a choice but to listen, Dew already going back to his task. Mountain catches his eye as he heads to he door and Swiss can only shrug.
Dew doesn't make him wait long, slipping through the door while Swiss sits at his fireplace, bouncing an anxious knee. The door is barely shut when Swiss looks up, and before he knows what's happening he has a lap full of Dewdrop.
Swiss groans when the little ghoul shoves his tongue in his mouth, kissing hard and deep, starved. Spidery fingers thread though his tight curls and Swiss's hands fly to Dew's waist, gripping tight.
"Dew," he manages to gasp between strokes of Dew's tongue, "fuck, what's - mmph - what're-"
"They miss you too," Dew blurts out, kissing a messy path down Swiss's throat. "Fuck, they miss you too."
Swiss groans deep in his chest, loud enough to nearly rattle the windows, and his bruising grip on Dew's waist loosens. He means to slide warm hands up his slender sides, to cup the little mounds he adores so much. Means to feel how hard those peaked nipples of his are beneath his palms.
Before he can, Dew catches him again. Grabs both of his wrists in his surprisingly strong grip.
Swiss doesn't mean the growl he looses, but it earns an eye roll from Dew just the same.
"Shush," he nips at Swiss's neck with chastising fangs. "Just...just gimme a second."
"For what?" Swiss adjusts the little ghoul, gets him in a proper straddle. He can feel the familiar warmth of Dew's cunt right through both of their jeans. "You finally gonna tell me what's been up your ass all week?"
"Rain, mostly," Dew says without missing a beat, and Swiss can't help but laugh. The corners of Dew's eyes crinkle, but there's something lining his face that Swiss can't quite place. He tips his head, leans in to press a kiss to the tip of Dew's nose.
"Seriously, what's up with you? You said nothing was wrong, but -"
"Promise you won't laugh," Dew interrupts softly, and Swiss cuts himself off with a confused sound. "I'll - I'll show you," Dew mumbles, fiddling with the buttons on Swiss's shirt, "if you promise not to laugh."
Swiss blinks up at him, and it hits him all at once how...vulnerable Dew looks. His proud features clouded with apprehension, kiss-reddened lips caught between his fangs, slight shoulders drawn tight. He tries very hard not to look at the way Dew's posture makes his tits that much more obvious.
"Oh, Dew," he says gently, resting a hand on his flushed cheek, "I only laugh at you when you want me to, you know that."
"I mean it," Dew insists, eyes hard. "It's...it's weird, and if you fuckin' laugh -"
Swiss cuts him off with a gentle kiss, and Dew relaxes just enough for Swiss to pull him closer.
"I promise, spitfire," he assures the little ghoul, pressing warm lips to the hollow of his throat. "I promise."
After a moment, Dew sighs. Nods. He pats Swiss's hands again and Swiss reluctantly lets go, silently mourning the loss of Dew's unnatural heat. But he lets Dew stand, lets him step back so Swiss can watch him pluck at the hem of his t-shirt. Swiss squeezes at himself though his jeans, cock fat and warm against his thigh. Dew watches him like a hawk, and after a beat takes a deep breath.
In one quick, smooth motion Dew strips off his shirt, and Swiss's dick twitches so hard he grunts, mouth watering at the beautiful sight before him.
The barely-there bumps Dew usually carried were a distant memory, his tits swollen into luscious, perky mounds that sit perfectly on his chest. His nipples are more pronounced too, stiff and flushed darker than their usual sweet pink. The rings threaded through them sparkle in the lamplight. Swiss can't help the way he gawps at them, and to his credit Dew doesn't try to hide. Hell, he's staring too. Frowning down at his chest.
"I knew they got bigger," Swiss mumbles without really meaning too, but it pulls a chuckle from Dew regardless.
"You've been staring enough to know," he grumbles, but there's something nervy threaded through the words. Takes away the acerbic edge they're meant to carry.
"Why?"
Not that it matters, but he can't help be curious. He's not even sure which 'why' he's asking - why they'd grown? Or why Dew had kept them hidden? Both, he supposes. He can't imagine why Dew thought he would actually laugh at this - all he wants is to bury his face in Dew's perfect little tits and never come up for air again.
"Dunno," Dew says with a shrug, and they bounce. Swiss starts to sweat. Dew brings those elegant hands of his up to cup his little tits and Swiss's eyes nearly bug out of his head. "They started swelling last week, I don't -" Dew gives them the lightest squeeze and it pulls a hiss from him. "They're so -"
"If you say 'sensitive' I'm gonna cum in my pants," Swiss announces, perhaps a touch dramatic, but it pulls a sound he really likes from Dew anyway. Honestly, it doesn't feel all that dramatic to Swiss. His balls hurt more and more the longer he ogles Dew's chest.
"That's the one," the little ghoul mumbles, weighing them in his palms. Swiss leaks copiously against his thigh. He's losing his mind, he's certain of it. It's spilling right out of his dick. He watches Dew give them a fondle, watches the way supple flesh gives under his fingertips. It's stunning.
He may just spill in his pants after all.
"Sore, too," the little ghoul adds, but he doesn't frame it like a complaint. "But, uh," Dew swallows, scratching at the back of his neck. "That's...that's not the weird part."
Swiss forces himself to look up at Dew's face, then. Drawn by the hesitance in the words. Swiss comes back to himself some at the sight, the hand on his clothed cock going still.
Dew looks terrified. Bright red and breathing faster, eyes blown so dark. Swiss pushes himself from his chair without a thought, settling himself on his knees before the little ghoul and holding his slender waist.
"Dew, baby, what is it?" He strokes rough thumbs over soft skin, watching Dew take careful breaths through his nose. "Are you sure -"
"It's weird," Dew insists, and oh, maybe that isn't terror Swiss sees on his face. "Swiss, I - fuck, just look."
Dew grabs hold of his hair, forces Swiss to look square at his puffy chest. His other hand curls around one of those firm mounds, squeezes, and -
"Oh Lucifer."
All the air rushes from Swiss's lungs when the first drips spill from Dew's nipple, flowing over pale skin. It's barely anything, no more than a few drops, but it forces palpable silence into the air. Swiss stares at Dew's tit while Dew stares down at him. Time probably doesn't freeze, but it sure feels like it does.
"I told you it was weird," Dew blurts, suddenly jerking away. Trying to step back, to cross his arms.
"Dew," he manages a hundred years later, voice thick, "was...did...are..." Swiss forces himself to look up, jaw slack. "...milk?"
Swiss pulls him close before he can, burying his face in Dew's neck and holding him so tight Dew yelps.
"Not weird," Swiss promises, kissing the words into overheated skin. "Not...not weird, firecracker, unholy shit."
Dew makes a hurt sound, but wraps his arms around Swiss's shoulders anyway. Holds him tight, tight as he can manage. Swiss can hear him sniffling, just a little, but it's nearly impossible for him to focus on anything but the press of Dew's chest against his own. He's really trying, he swears, but fuck is it hard.
"Dew, please," he pants, hips rolling into nothing and drooling against the little ghoul's throat. He knows how desperate he sounds and Swiss could not possibly care less. Not with how hard his cock throbs, how quick Dew's breathing has gotten. "Please, can I...you gotta lemme touch 'em, baby boy, please -"
"Shut the fuck up and do it," Dew demands, and Swiss needs no other encouragement.
The feel of them is exquisite, firm with just enough give. They still don't quite fill his palms, but it's close. Dew's jaw hangs lax while Swiss explores, his touch soft and reverent. His gaze remains firmly on Dew's dusky nipples, on the quick rise and fall of his narrow chest, but he remains hyper aware of Dew's mannerisms. His little gasps and grunts. Keeps himself on high alert for the first sign of any undue shame or discomfort.
"Did you really think I'd laugh at you?" Swiss traces the edges of his areolas with his thumbs and Dew's breath catches, muscles in his stomach fluttering.
"Dunno," Dew sighs, hands stroking Swiss's forearms. Grounding himself. "I don't...I thought -"
"Can I kiss them?"
Dew sways like he's dizzy, makes a gurgling sound, and then he's grabbing at Swiss's hair to drag him in. He wants to chuckle, but it's easy to groan instead.
Dew moans long and low when his Swiss's lips meet his heated flesh, when he kisses along the slope of that sweet little handful. His nails rake over Swiss's scalp when he presses a wet, sucking kiss to its underside, just where those stunning droplets fell earlier.
Swiss drops a little baby kiss onto the very tip of his nipple, and Dew makes a truly pathetic sound. Swiss licks his lips when he pulls back, cupping both of those little tits like they're precious. He gazes up at the little ghoul, drunk on the very idea of what he's about to do.
He gives them a firm squeeze, Dew chokes on his inhale, and the sound that escapes Swiss when those gorgeous nipples leak is pure sin.
A few pale drops flow over smooth skin, and Swiss is powerless but to lick after them. Every slide of his tongue is an offering at Dew's altar, worshipful and deeply needy. It tastes like mana from the heavens, like sweet sap from the tree of life itself. Swiss can't believe he gets to taste it, that Dew almost kept this hidden from him. It's sensational. Life-altering.
"Oh," Dew gasps when he squeezes again, milks out a little more, and Swiss stares up at him with blown-out adoration. "S-Swiss, will...fuck, will you suck on them?"
He doesn't have to ask twice.
Swiss doesn't know which of them it louder when he wraps his lips around a firm nub and begins to suckle, massaging it with his tongue. Dew gasps, covering Swiss's hand on his chest with his own. Encouraging him to massage there too.
Swiss's eyes roll back in his head when Dew starts to let down, sweet warmth coating his tongue.
He doesn't know when it happens, but at some point Swiss collapses. Slides from his knees and ends up sitting on the floor with his legs spread. Dew's straddling his lap again, hands in his hair while Swiss drinks him down, his slight body twitchy and coated in a fine film of sweat.
He doesn't know when it happens, but at some point Dew fumbles with both of their flys. Swiss can hear the rasp of zippers in the distance, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is the way Dew fills his mouth, the way he gasps and keens when Swiss gives him a firm suck. He pays attention to little else, hardly recognizes that the little ghoul is trying to shift.
Then searing heat envelopes his cock, and Swiss jerks so hard he pops off Dew's nipple. Drools a mouthful of milk down the little ghoul's belly, watching in a daze as it gathers in his barely-there happy trail. Dew's clit pokes stiff and red from his folds, and as Swiss watches his length disappear into Dew's cunt he swears everything else fades away.
"Why'd you stop?" Dewdrop whimpers, gasping as he takes Swiss to the hilt. They both moan, Swiss throbs, and when the little ghoul rubs his little tits in his face it takes everything Swiss has not to pin him to the floor and fuck him brainless. "C'mon," Dew goads, breaths uneven and so shaky, "let...let me feed you."
Swiss thinks he may not survive this night.
~~~~~~~
"You really don't know why?"
Dew shakes his head, humming when Swiss works out a knot in his shoulder. They've been in the tub for ages now, the little ghoul floaty and absent after taking Swiss's knot twice over. He's mostly back now, and it seems like as good a time as any to ask.
"Nope," Dew says, voice worn. "Asked Aeth too, he couldn't figure it out either."
Swiss wants to ask more questions, wants to help, but the Dew yawns. Snuggles himself back into Swiss's broad chest with a soft sigh.
"Can we sleep now?" He presses a kiss to Swiss's pec. "'m tired." Swiss drops a kiss into his squeaky-clean hair.
"'Course," he says, patting Dew's shoulder. "Can you stand, fireball?"
"Dunno," Dew murmurs, shrugging. "Carry me anyway."
"Swiss?"
Swiss snorts, but he's still too blissed out to argue. It's easy to slide himself from the steaming water, hoisting Dew over the side and sitting him on the vanity for drying purposes. Easy to towel the both of them off while Dew magickally blows out his hair. Easy to dress Dew in an oversized tee, one that won't chafe his tender nipples, and soft boxers. Easy to carry him around the mess they left on the floor and deposit Dew's spent body onto the sheets and get him tucked in. The little ghoul purrs up a storm through it all, sweet and sleepy as he is.
Swiss moves to climb in after him, but Dew perks up before he can.
"Yeah?"
"Tea?"
"Can I have some tea?"
Swiss raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Dew replies with a nod, snuggling back into the pillows. "There's a new one Mount made, has a purple tag. It's nice. Please?"
Swiss chuffs. The little guy really is sweet like this. He ruffles Dew's hair and smiles.
"Whatever you want, princess."
Dew chirrups and Swiss pads his way to the kitchen in search of tea. It's late, he can hear snoring from behind most of the doors in the hall, and when Swiss strolls into the common room he's surprised to find Mountain still on the couch. His book lies abandoned on the floor, glasses askew, and Swiss rolls his eyes with a smirk.
"Wake up, grasshopper," he lilts, patting the other ghoul on the chest. Mountain jolts awake with a gasp, blinking as he gets his bearings.
"Ugh," he groans, back cracking audibly when he pushes himself up. "What time is it?"
"Late," Swiss replies, covering up a yawn as he gathers a mug and their electric kettle. "Where's your purple tea?"
"My huh?"
"Teabags," Swiss clarifies, filling the kettle.
"Oh, uh," Mountain shoves himself from the couch on autopilot, easier for him to show than to tell.
He digs through the cabinet over the stove, pulling down a silver box with eight internal dividers. He groans at the state of its contents, what was undoubtedly once organized now in a messy pile.
"Purple is all I know," Swiss says, yawning again. "Dew said it was new one you made, I got nothin' else."
"What kind did you want?"
"Purple, huh?" Mountain sorts through the bags while the kettle heats, and as he does Swiss watches his brow slowly furrow. "Wait..." Mountain starts smelling the little bundles, huffs out a dammit, Sunshine, and Swiss raises an eyebrow.
"Something wrong?"
"Did you say Dew's been drinking this?" Now it's Swiss's turn to frown.
"I guess? He just asked me to make him the purple tea. I didn't ask questions. Why?" It takes him a second to notice Mountain's cheeks going pink. "Why?"
"These...shouldn't be here," he says quietly, making a pile of all the bags with purple tags. "I told Sunshine when she was helping me, violet and pink to the infirmary, lilac and peach to the kitchen. She said she...she said -"
Swiss gives him a look, and Mountain hangs his head.
"These are ones Aether requested," he explains, "for maternity. They're...they're to help with lactation."
The last word is said on a sigh, Mountain rubbing at his eyes as the realization hits. The kettle starts to whistle, and Swiss doesn't acknowledge it. Lets the thing shut itself off while the wheels turn in his head.
He should certainly tell Dew about this. Let him know what was happening, why his body had so suddenly begun to betray him. While the thoughts churn he can hear Mountain yammering on - he's sorry, it's his fault, any effects should fade in a couple of weeks without continued exposure. Swiss smiles to himself, turning to gather the kettle and Dew's chipped old Looney Tunes mug.
He grabs a purple labeled bag from the pile, and Mountain stares at him like he has three heads. Swiss shrugs as he sets it in the mug, pouring water over it and noticing with some amusement that the same maple syrupy scent Dew's been soaked in recently floats up on the steam.
"Take the rest to Aether," Swiss says, smirking while he dunks the teabag, watching it stain the water, "I'll tell him this is the last one." Mountain frowns.
"Swiss -"
"He's could add his own milk to this mug, Mount. One more round won't hurt him."
"Enjoy it," Swiss murmurs, pressing a kiss to Dew's temple. "That was the last purple one."
Swiss clicks his tongue, winks, and wanders back to Dew's room without another word.
He finds Dew half asleep and purring. Swiss pushes the mug into his bony hands while he curls in beside the little ghoul, basking in the soft, happy sound he makes at the first sip.
"Mmm, I'll get Mount to make more," Dew hums, drinking down the boiling hot tea as though it were tap water. "'S good shit."
He drains the mug quickly, yawning and shoving it back into Swiss's hands before hunkering down again. Swiss rolls his eyes, setting the thing to the side and switching off the bedside lamp. Swiss molds himself to Dew's back, wraps an arm around his waist.
Dew guides Swiss's hand up his shirt instead, settles it on one of his pert little tits, and Swiss selfishly hopes the swelling lasts a while longer.
MIASMA. GHOUL DICK SIZE HCs. FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY OFC and not because I intent drawing stuff
I’M SORRY BUT YOU HAVE TO SUFFER CUZ YOU WERE THE FIRST PERSON I THOUGHT ABOUT. AND YOUR BRAIN IS HUGE.
LET'S FUCKIN GO
Aether: Shorter but fat. Just over 5", but so t h i c k you feel him for days. Causes many jaw cramps. Uncut. Has a very pronounced tip that goes purple when he's edged for a while.
Aeon: Average, but really nice. About 6", not super thick, curves up towards his stomach when he's hard. Cut. Less sensitive for it, but that just means he can take more abuse. Lorum piercing.
Dew: LITTLE DICK DEW 4 LYFE. Short and skinny, 3" hard, so small and cute when he's soft. Everyone loves playing with it. Uncut. Goes so, so pink and slippery when he gets worked up.
Rain: The communal favorite, a real crowd pleaser. A solid 7", decent girth, sticks straight out when he's hard. Cut. Super duper veiny, and gets SO wet.
Swiss: This ghoul is PACKING. Hung like a can of Arizona iced tea I stg. 7.5", but so thick you need both hands to jerk him off proper. Uncut. Mushroom tip. Flushes super dark when he's close. Has a Jacob's ladder.
Mountain: I mean. C'mon. 10", average girth (for his size, comparatively he's as thick as Dew's forearm). Hangs down even when he's hard. Curves to the right. Uncut. Also very veiny. He's super weak to having the head polished.
Sunshine: Trans Sunny is REAL. My girl is a grower, doesn't look like much when soft but stiffens up to a solid 5.5". Slender, but nicely curved. Cut. Wants it pierced but doesn't have the patience for the healing process.
Mountain: - near tears - I have the sex appeal of a math book!
Ifrit: I don’t know, Mountain. I’ve never met anyone that opened a math book and didn’t say “fuck me”.
Thinking thoughts of Mountain making a YouTube channel while the ghouls are off tour called "Learning with Mountain." He does videos like "Learning to Braid with Mountain," "Learning to Cook with Mountain," and "Learning to Garden with Mountain." It's all fine and good until he puts up a video called "Learning to Drum with Mountain."
Under the cut because I'm verbose.
He gets a call that he is wanted in Frater's office immediately, so he goes. He's not expecting his former Papa to light into him about "Learning to Drum with Mountain." He's been making these videos for a while now, so he isn't sure why, all of a sudden, it's a problem.
"You can't be doing that, Mountain!" Copia says. Mountain deflates immediately, ears and tail drooping. Mountain doesn't like breaking the rules or being yelled at, so he definitely gets really sad when Copia scolds him.
"We're off tour now! And we're off for a while, I didn't think it would be a problem! We're not secrets anymore!" Mountain tries to defend himself.
"I know, but there's still a level of - eh, how you say - distance that needs to be kept, yes?"
Mountain nods, promises to take it down, and heads back to the den.
The pack clocks his dejected attitude immediately and asks him what's wrong. He tells them that he has to take down "Learning to Drum with Mountain" because it's not keeping enough distance between them and the band.
The pack jumps into action to comfort Mountain, cooking for him, doing his chores for him, letting him pick the movie that night. All the while though, Phantom and Aurora are hatching a plan!
The next day, Phantom and Aurora approach Rain, saying they need his help with something to help Mountain feel better. Of course Rain said yes, but now, sitting in front of a tripod with Aurora's phone set up on it, camera trained on his fully human glamoured form, Rain wishes he'd asked more questions.
"Don't worry about it, Rain! All you have to do is read the cards!" Aurora had assured him.
"Ready?!" Phantom calls out. "And action!"
Rain reads the first card, voice monotone, even, bored, eyes unblinking, "Hi, and welcome to learning bass with Rain."
"No, Rain," Phantom hisses from behind the cue cards. "It's not 'b-ace', it's 'b-ass', like the fish!" Phantom over-pronounced each word for emphasis.
"Hi, and welcome to learning 'b-ass' with Rain." Again, he speaks in a monotone voice, this time pronouncing the correct form of bass.
"Today we will be going over the…" Rain pauses and squints at the cards, "the fuck does that say, Phantom? I can't read your damn handwriting!"
"It says —" Phantom flips the card toward himself. "— fuck, what does that say?"
Aurora's behind the camera, just head in her hands.
"Can we take this seriously? Please?" Aurora asks, getting annoyed.
"We are!" Phantom says. Rain simply sits there, waiting for Phantom to figure out his own handwriting.
The video gets done. Nobody cares enough to edit it much, but it gets put up. And before long, Copia is getting a call that there's another ghoul video online! This one was about bass fish.
Rain gets called into Frater's office but when Frater tries to scold him with the "we need some distance" excuse, Rain just looks at him quizzically and says, "how do bass fish have anything to do with the band?"
"Certainly you can see where the confusion might come from?" Copia asks Rain. Rain knows that Aurora edited the video enough that his own incorrect pronunciation of the word did not appear in the final cut, so he stares at Copia, blinking a couple times in confusion before saying, "No. One's a fish and the other's an instrument."
Copia throws his hands up in frustration, muttering to himself, "I'm going to kill this ghoul! V will just have to get a new Water ghoul!"
Copia really hopes he doesn't hear about "Learning with Mountain" — or "Learning with Rain" for that matter — ever again.
For the water ghouls, I like to call their babies pups! I think it's cute. You can look at them, but be careful of those fire ghoul protective instincts from Dew
Ghoul kits are smaller than human babies, since they usual come in pairs/litters. They’re about the size of newborn puppies, but look more like kittens. They begin to take in a more humanoid look around three months.
All kits regardless of their element are born with fur. Some will lose their fur as the age, others will get new coats. Water ghoul kits have back fins, which will eventually split into legs.
Horns/antlers aren’t usually present at birth, though it has happened. This can cause complications during natural labors.
They’re born with their ears and eyes closed, both of which tend to open around 2-3 weeks.
Teeth and claws start growing around 6 months.
Fire and air kits are the noisiest. Kits communicate throw howls, purrs, squeaks, and chirps.
Earth kits are usually the tamest/“easiest” to handle, with fire kits being the opposite.
Quint litters tend to carry 2-3 kits. For earth ghouls, it’s almost always 3. Fire ghouls and air ghouls, 3-5. Water ghouls have the largest litters, usually between 4-6. Multis vary. While rare, it is possible for only a single kit to be born at a time.
Kits are almost always raised communally, with pack members stepping in to help out new parents. In The Pit, kits are easy prey; the more protection, the better.
Ghouls may become defensive if non-members of their pack attempt to interact with a young kit.
They love cuddles! They can often be found in a cuddle pile with their siblings/other pack kits, or in someone’s arms.
Older kits are very curious, and tend to wander about. As a result, their parents will heavily scent them so they can track them down if they get lost.
when sherlock said “taking your own life. interesting expression, taking it from who? once it's over, it's not you who'll miss it. your own death is something that happens to everyone else. your life is not your own, keep your hands off it.” i almost cried
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