Respite Fool

25, she/her, obsessed with the band Ghost New to tumblr so bear with me

[respite-ghoul]

New to tumblr so hopefully i’ll be able to figure it out.

A little bit about me:

-You can call me Katie/Kat or just Respite, whatever you feel :)

-25

-Preferred 18+/MDNI

-She/her

-Dewdrop is my favorite ever

-Also on twitter under the name @/ respite_gh0ul

-Mostly here to share my fic as well as find other fics and art

[divine-misfortune]

Before Terzo's untimely death do you think he got to see Dew's transition?

Do you think he took his little ghoul's face in his hands and stared at those foreign blazing eyes with shock, some sort of grief, and had to ask "What did they do to my water ghoul?"

Do you think Dew stared back at him almost vacantly? Looking at this man who gave him everything, who made him what he was, like a stranger? No paint, no robes, just tired eyes and harsh worried lines - charisma and spark torn out of him the same way they'd torn the water from his own being?

Do you think Dew's eyes sting with tears that sizzle out before they can fall? Do you think he asks "what did they do to my Papa?"

Do you think either of them have answers?

[thenamelessfandom]

just finished my boy with shark themed outfit aaaa

I was going to wait till the voting was over but I'm anxious and a little birdie told me the fishy ears were winning anyways - Finn

[tricycle-rat]

I’m sure we can all agree Aurora has Swiss wrapped around her finger

[ghul-wein]

Late valentines thing..queue the other Ghouls (Swiss) gagging & making noises like children

[telleriy]

Happy Valentine's day, friends

[thenamelessfandom]

Ifrititties - Finn

[sad-sad-detective]

Your Valentines order - one Dewther wrapped in tortilla (blanket), extra cheesy!

[bonncy]

Another dewdrop headcanon! Yes, he's still my freckles boy with big ocean eyes, bridge piercing, darker arms AND gills scars since he was a water ghoul to begin with

[callmeghoulshit]

The Dewther size difference has me foaming at the mouth

I can't take this I need them so badly

[thehypnone-deactivated20260420]

dewdrop playing mist's bass if you even care

[bonncy]

Another dewdrop headcanon! Yes, he's still my freckles boy with big ocean eyes, bridge piercing, darker arms AND gills scars since he was a water ghoul to begin with

[respite-ghoul]

i don’t go here but on behalf of ghosttwt assholes stealing content from here i’m so sorry like that shit is FUCKED. and the level of arrogance to not even change it up slightly is INSANE.

if any of y’all make a call out i’ve got you 🫡

[sphylor]

Foxtail

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Content warnings for bullying nightmares and graphic threats of violence

Rating: Teen and up

Relationships: Dewdrop & Mountain, Dewdrop/Mountain

Characters: Dewdrop, Mountain

Words: 1310

Summary:

He could hear them coming from a mile off. Of course he could. with ears like his, he could have heard a feather fall to the ground. Still, he kept his head down, buried his nose further into his book, willed his fluffy tail to stay still, did everything not to draw attention to himself. He had walked all the way up the steep hill, his little legs aching, just so he could read his book under the tree in peace. Maybe they would leave him alone this time?

But with ears like his, how could they?

OR

young fennec fox Dew just wants to read his book but his bullies find him.

[thehypnone-deactivated20260420]

Christmas Ghouls 4/10

WC: 1035

Relationship: Dewdrop & Aether

Tags: Fluff, gift giving

Notes: For Katie @respite-ghoul <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Dewdrop sighed, stretching out as he was slowly waking up. It was pleasantly warm all around, something he didn’t have a chance to feel that often with his element causing him to always be hot. He snuggled further into that nice warmth, tightening his arms where they were wrapped around Aether with a purr, rubbing his cheek all over his mate’s chest.

The quintessence ghoul grumbled quietly and squirmed a bit himself, waking up, as he lovingly crashed Dewdrop’s small body to his much bigger frame. “Mmm… g’mornin’, firefly.”

“Mornin’,” Dewdrop mumbled into Aether’s skin, muffled by his pecs.

“Merry Christmas,” he added, making the fire ghoul groan.

“You know I hate it,” Dewdrop admitted. Again.

“I know,” Aether chuckled and leaned down to place a little kiss between his mate’s ivory horns, “but you know I love it, and guess what?”

“What?”

“I also love you, and Christmas is about spending time with your loved ones.” The bigger ghoul stretched and sat up against the headboard of their bed, scoffing at Dewdrop’s pretentious eye roll.

“You could at least call it Yule or something,” he purred, nosing at Aether’s belly now that he’d shifted, “we're literally demons from hell serving the Devil.”

“It’s cute.” The fire ghoul was opening his mouth to argue again, but before he could– “And there’s presents.”

Dewdrop perked up at that. He wasn’t greedy, but little gifts and trinkets from his mates were important and cherished by him as tokens of their love for him. Something he still couldn’t believe sometimes.

“You got me something?” his eyes lit up.

“Of course I did,” Aether smiled kindly. He tangled his fingers in Dewdrop’s golden hair, cupping the back of his head as he brought the ghoul to rest his head on his thigh. He pulled a loud purr from him when he started scratching lightly at his scalp. “Like every damn year since we got summoned.”

“You didn–”

“I didn’t have to, yeah, I know,” Aether cut him off. “You telling me that is also something that happens every damn year since we got summoned. And yet you always get me something too.”

“Got me there,” Dewdrop sighed, thankful that he was facing away from Aether at the moment. He couldn’t see his blush that way, but they knew each other too well for that. Aether could picture it perfectly in his mind.

“Come on, everyone knows you're a softie. Don’t gotta hide. Especially not from me.”

“Mhm…” the fire ghoul hummed and silence fell, interrupted only by his gentle purring. They didn’t have to get up yet, or at all, and it was a nice morning, perfect to spend lounging in bed. Aether seemed to agree, continuing to absentmindedly run his fingers through Dewdrop’s hair and give him scritches now and then.

It’s been either five minutes or five hours before someone spoke or moved again.

“Gotta let me up, firefly, I need to piss,” Aether laughed when his movement caused Dewdrop to whine and grumble. “I’ll be back in a second.”

Extremely reluctant, but he let him go. The fire ghoul sprawled himself out in the, now empty, nest like a starfish, waiting for Aether to disappear in the bathroom. Once he did and the door has been shut, Dewdrop jumped up, running to dig through his stuff for the hidden gift he had prepared for Aether. He dug out the little red box and threw himself back onto the bed to settle and act unbothered before Aether would come back out.

A little ball of anxiety settled in Dewdrop’s chest as he waited, like every time he was to gift someone something. There was always so many doubts, was it stupid, would they like it, was it enough, would it–

“Ah, you are a softie, I knew you had something for me, too,” Aether beamed, a big smile splitting his face, fangs on full display. He crawled back into their nest and settled on his knees before Dewdrop.

“Shut up already,” he spat, but he smiled himself, trying his best to hide behind a curtain of hair. It was incredible that something like gift giving still made Dewdrop shy.

At last, the fire ghoul extended a hand with the little box. Aether took it and gently opened it, unwrapping the mysterious item from a thin paper. Once it was out and laid out on his palm his grin only grew.

“One of your bracelets snapped recently,” Dewdrop started explaining, “and I wanted to get you a new one because I know how much you love them, but it’d be pretty boring, so… so I melted my necklace and made it into that.”

Aether froze.

“You… you what?” Did Dewdrop really melt his beloved inverted pentagram to turn it into a simple bracelet for Aether?

“Yeah,” he confirmed simply, shrugging. “I wanted you to have something that was like… like a part of me.”

“Oh, firefly,” Aether sighed, cupping Dewdrop’s cheek and pulling him in for a deep kiss. They got lost in it for a moment, before the bigger ghoul pulled away, just enough to speak, to mumble into his mate’s lips. “We’re such a disgustingly perfect couple, you know that?”

“What do you mean?”

Aether giggled and moved back, diving under the bed to dig out a small bag. He all but shoved it into Dewdrop’s hands, barely containing himself from bursting into laughter. The fire ghoul was a bit confused, but peaked into the bag.

When he made out what was inside, he was the one to start laughing.

“No fucking way,” he giggled, putting the bag aside to face plant into Aether’s chest.

“Yeah. Come on, get it out,” Aether encouraged, patting his head.

Dewdrop took it out, running the silver chain between his fingers. “You’re impossible.”

“I melted it with my magic,” the quintessence ghoul confirmed Dewdrop’s suspicion. He could feel him in the necklace. “If it works alright you should always feel me with you.”

“Great, now you’re gonna be even more annoying,” Dewdrop deadpanned but Aether could see the glistening in his eyes. He shook his head and heaved out a sigh, “Merry Christmas, Aeth.”

“I love you, too, firefly.”

[respite-ghoul]

i have the best husband in the world ❤️

[ghostlylivres]

Mummy dust

I offer to you, the Tumblr gods, my fave ghoul being feral.

he's watchin' u 👀

[ghoul-slime]

HEY WHAT HEADCANONS, SHIPS, OR WHATEVER HAVE BEEN ON YOUR MIND RECENTLY? 🩷🎤

HELLO oh man, I thought about this ask for two whole days.

Trying to think about my Mountain/water! Dew WIP that's been giving me trouble for weeks - which is because I constantly have DEWTHER on the brain.

But really I have been thinking about domestic Aether/Dew so much lately. Been thinking about how happy Aether is to have Dew back now that the tour is over. About how fucking badly they missed each other. How much harder than they ever thought it would be to be separated for so long. Now that Dew's back they're spending so much time together to make up for it. Dew cuddled up with Aether in a big cozy nest every night, snuggled up on the couch in the den together during pack movie nights. About how they can't keep their hands off each other. Dew resting his hand on Aether's thigh while they eat breakfast in the morning, Aether giving Dew sneaky little kisses to the cheek, pressed to his temple, or the crown of his head during mass. About how Aether still picks up the Fantomen and plays with Dew during practice. How they still spend time together playing and jamming and fiddling around with music even though Aether isn't playing with the band anymore. About both of them reaching out to swat at each other, to grab, to squeeze whenever they pass each other in the halls.

+Some NSFW thoughts under the cut

Thinking about how the first night he's back, Dew's off the bus and dragging Aether down the hall to his bedroom and kicking the door shut behind him. How quickly that first, sweet kiss turns hot and wet and heavy, all tongue and teeth and heavy breaths into each others' mouths while Dew tears at their clothes. How maybe they both cry just a little bit when they finish, laying tangled together laughing, covered in sweat and tears and cum and just so fucking happy to be together again. Thinking about how for the next few days the other ghouls only catch glimpses of them emerging from Dew's room for snacks or for water. Or a bath. How Dew wobbles in on shaky legs dazed and happy, hair an absolute tangled wreck, skin covered in light little bruises and bite marks. Aether looking exhausted but absolutely beaming with joy, his own neck sporting a set of matching Dew-fanged bite marks.

Thinking about how they can't possibly get close enough. It's not enough, Dew needs to feel Aether inside him. Perched on top of him, warming his cock for hours, doing his best to drag it out, keep them both from coming until they're both going fucking crazy with it. Or how Dew needs Aether inside his mouth, his cock or his fingers, his tongue. How Dew's mouth is attached to Aether's skin when it isn't filled with him. Licking a stripe up his pulsing jugular, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of his thighs, mouthing hot and wet at his tits.

And thinking about how Aether can't get enough of making Dew cum, just absolutely addicted to making him fall apart as many times as he can wring out of him. Tonguing him between his legs until Dew is sobbing with it, or sucking him off until his cock is soft and oversensitive but he's still begging for more. Or maybe he's just slipping his fingers inside Dew's body, slow and unhurried, feeling his pulse from the inside and watching his pretty golden eyes roll back as Aether pets inside him.

For those first few days back together, when Dew isn't sleeping it off, Aether's working him up, taking him apart, drinking in the blissed out expression on his most precious ghoul's face. But as addicted as he is, nothing beats watching Dew sleep, peaceful and perfectly sated and finally back in each other's arms.