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[mmothperson]

SAW YOUR CHARACTER INFO POST DO YOU HAVE AN ARTFIGHT ACC?? IF YES TELL ME YOUR USER GONNA FOLLOW YOU 🥹

I DO!!!!! ITS MMOTHPERSON I THINK STILL? IDK I HAVE TO START WORKING ON IT MORE HAHA

[artificialmoth]

Can I request Big Dick Mountain with little pussy Dewdrop from your one post?

i read this and blacked out

Ty for the request and also where the fuck did u find that post it's been buried for ages /lh

Divider by @/wrathofrats

Mountain/Dew

Explicit

2.1k

Vaginal sex, dews parts are referred to as clit, hole and cunt

It'd been a long day — long enough for Mountain to barely linger in the common room. Exhausted and sore from a mix of practice and work out in the greenhouse with Pebble and Ivy. He was bone-tired, only briefly lifting a hand to wave halfheartedly when he shuffled past Ifrit and Aether in the common room together, lounged on the couch with tangled limbs.

He hadn't seen Dew yet, mourning his favorite water ghoul. According to Zephyr, who he'd briefly met between practice and work, Dew hadn't been around since morning. They'd apparently seen him briefly in the early hours of the morning, skittering outside. The only thing they could offer was that he'd slunk down to the lake to hide out from practice, a common habit that peeved Mountain.

Dew didn't need practice, he'd been around in the Ministry for just as long as all the rest of them, yet somehow he was beyond good with his bass. Mountain was convinced Mist was giving him nighttime lessons, with how he slept in most days.

Normally, Mountain might've went down to the lake to visit him, always eager to see Dew in his element. Dew was dangerous on land, the way he moved made it clear he was a predator, prowling around with his long, finned tail held just above the ground. In the water? He was lethal. It was an unspoken rule to never enter the lake when a water ghoul was spotted nearby. While Siblings were protected, Mountain was no stranger to how quick Dew was to pull Ghouls underwater. It was a game to him, but it always made it clear how dangerous he was.

On better days, it made Mountain shiver, not with fear. Seeing Dew in his element was more than enough to get Mountain chubbing up in his pants, and having to sit down to take a break. There was something ethereal about Dew in the water. It was intoxicating.

Unfortunately, Mountain just didn't have the energy to go down to the lake. So, to his room he went.

Tired and dragging his feet, he just wanted to take a shower and curl up in his nest and sleep.

With a wide yawn, he shuffled up to his door, pushing it open. Blinking to clear his eyes, he stopped short at the sight laid out before him.

Dew, laid out in his bed, in his nest, fully nude. The overhead light was off, but Mountain's desk lamp was on, bathing the room in a warm light. The soft shadows cast across Dew's face made him look delectable.

Dew was fully nude, stretched out to take up as much room as possible, one arm tucked under his head, fingers tangled with his silvery hair. His right leg was propped up, spreading him open perfectly. In the low light, Mountain couldn't quite see any details, but he could see the glimmer of slick along the lips of Dew's pussy, the bead on the tip of his clit.

Any breath Mountain had, was lost. He stared, openly and blatantly, standing dead still in the doorway of his room. Surely looking a fool, his mouth hanging open slightly, eyes comically wide. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, growing hard faster than he could breathe.

Dew's own eyes opened into slits, sharp blue staring back at him. A sly smile curled his lips, and his left hand, which had been flopped across Mountain's pillows, slipped over his own body. Sliding up his torso from the sharp jut of his hip. Cupping one of his little tits, he toyed with the shiny bar piercing Ifrit had given him a few months prior. Mountain's eyes followed helplessly, watching him intensely.

"You just gonna stand there?" Dew asked, a grin splitting his lips properly when Mountain moved right after.

Blinking hard, Mountain realized the dark spots weren't just tiredness anymore. He swayed, throwing a hand out to catch his door frame, before he went down. He watched Dew's eyes widen, barely heard him yelp and scramble up.

"Mountain!"

He hit the floor hard enough to make his teeth rattle, gasping hard. Flat on his back, he stared at the top of his door frame, sprawled out on his own floor.

Dew fell off his bed, crawling over to him, hovering over his face, "Are you okay!?" He asked, brows pinched together in worry, "What happened? Are you hurt??" He asked, one hand going to Mountain's chest, the other working to untuck his shirt, like somehow he was hiding a life-threatening injury, and somehow had gotten past Aether with it.

Taking a few deep breaths, hearing his own pulse rushing in his ears, he fumbled. Reaching for Dew's hands, he caught both his wrists, "I'm okay." He wheezed, "I'm fine." Blinking hard a few times, he looked at Dew, smiling.

Dew stared at him unblinking for a moment, and Mountain watched his eyes briefly flick lower on him, toward his crotch. "… Are you hard?" He asked, dumbfounded, "You could be concussed! And you've got a boner!?"

Wheezing a laugh, Mountain let go of his hands and pushed himself to sit up, "You did this to me!"

"Did not!" Dew's voice grew shrill, less with concern and more with indignity. "I did not do this to you!"

"You did!" Mountain huffed, grabbing onto Dew's shoulder. Managing to get a knee under himself, he pressed down and used Dew to help himself stand up. Dew just offered a growl that turned into a yelp when Mountain put more weight onto him. "You, my waterlily, are too hot." He sighed, wobbling a little.

Dew popped up with more grace than he should, not with how much of a struggle Mountain just had to stand up, grabbing onto his arms, "What?"

From the common room, Ifrit shouted, "You'll see, Dewy!" His voice was distant, and it was beyond clear he was laughing. It just drew Mountain's attention to his still-open door.

Rolling his eyes, he reached over Dew and slammed it shut behind him. Turning, he shuffled to his bed, flopping onto it face first, before rolling over, "Come here." He patted his own stomach, smiling.

"Are you kidding me right now." Dew grumbled, but still did as told, climbing up onto the bed. He straddled Mountain, and from his new angle, Mountain could see how slick he was still.

"I'd never." Mountain grunted, resting his hands on Dew's thighs, squeezing lightly just to watch how his fingers dimpled Dew's skin. "So pretty for me…"

Huffing, Dew adjusted to scoot further down, "You aren't concussed, right?" He asked, hands hovering over Mountain's belt.

"Not concussed." Mountain affirmed easily, smiling. Dew nodded, undoing the buckle and Mountain's pants. He got off so Mountain could get his pants off by himself, kicking them and his underwear aside before pulling his shirt off.

"Lay down for me." He mumbled, leaning forward to catch Dew in a quick kiss, before shooing him. Dew did as told, flopping down into the spot he'd been in previously. Wiggling to get comfortable, he threw both legs open, spreading himself open with a wet noise in the process. He didn't look slightly embarrassed. "Not a lick of shame in you, huh?"

Grinning, all sharp, crooked teeth, Dew shook his head, "Never."

Huffing a laugh, Mountain moved to his knees, crawling closer. Dew's eyes wandered down, landing on Mountain's cock, when he finally sat up. Bobbing under its own weight between his legs, Mountain watched with a not-small amount of pride as Dew's eyes went wide.

"Where've you been hiding that?" He asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

Snorting, Mountain moved closer, "Right now, in you." He offered, grasping the base of his cock and rubbing the head through Dew's slick. "Though, it might not fit…" He drawled.

Dew swallowed hard, "Mount, if you get even the tip in, I'll be surprised." He rasped, still staring openly. He was still wet, though, and only getting wetter.

Looking at his face, Mountain paused, "We don't have to try, Dew." He offered, free hand moving to Dew's hip, squeezing soothingly.

After a moment, Dew shook his head, "No. I want to." He shifted, wiggling his hips, lifting them to try and get Mountain's cock to catch on his hole. "I want you in me. Please?"

Mountain paused, searching Dew's eyes when he looked at him, before nodding, "Alright. Bite me if it hurts."

Dew grumbled an affirmative, flopping to lay back, pushing his hair out of his face. "I will, I will. Now stick it in."

Rolling his eyes, Mountain continued to rut against Dew's cunt, getting himself wet with Dew's slick. Thumbing over Dew's stiff clit, Mountain sighed, "You fingered yourself?"

"Of course I did. You took forever in the greenhouse." Dew huffed, not tearing his eyes away from where Mountain's cock rested, hot and heavy, against him.

Nodding, Mountain shifted. Tilting his hips away, he pressed the tip of his cock against Dew's hole. Slick and warm, beyond inviting. Sighing, he pressed in, feeling a bit of pressure.

Dew groaned, head tilting back. Mountain couldn't deny it, it felt good. It'd been a while since he's gotten any time to himself and his hand, let alone a fellow ghoul. Between practice for their upcoming tour, and work, it was hard to find time for much of anything more than heavy petting.

"Put it in — put it in." Dew breathed, one hand slipping down to spread himself open. Mountain looked down, breathing out dizzily at the sight of Dew holding himself open just for him.

His brain was melting out of his dick, and he pressed closer, trying to pop the tip of his cock in, "Won't fit." He whined, almost surprising himself with how pitiful he sounded to his own ears.

"Make it fit." Dew demanded, free hand briefly coming to jerk Mountain off, borderline pulling him closer by his dick. Grunting, Mountain whined.

"Won't fit. Too big." He breathed, hunching forward. Still, he pressed in closer.

With a heartbroken yip, the tip popped in finally, engulfed fully in Dew's warmth. Dew groaned, head tilting back. Mountain gasped wetly, staring at where they meet, the puddle of slick forming under Dew, soaking Mountain's sheets obscenely.

Mountain continued rocking, short little humps to get himself in further. He knew he was probably drooling, but couldn't bother to care anything. Dew moved his hand away from spreading himself open, jerking his clit off with short jerks of his fingers.

"Fuck —" Dew's voice broke pitifully, and when Mountain finally looked up at him, his face was flushed red. Blush spreading from his face to his chest, making his little tits look delectable. Maybe if he could use his brain anymore, Mountain might fold over himself and mouth at Dew's tits.

Unfortunately, he couldn't. Just gripped Dew's hips tighter, surely bruising him, and humped in deeper.

Barely over halfway in, and he couldn't get any deeper. Every short thrust to try, earned a yip from Dew. Less pleasured, more pained.

Huffing, Mountain finally stopped moving, as deep as he could in Dew. When he finally looked away from Dew's face, eyes trailing down his body, he stopped.

His brain felt like it was shorting out, at the visible bulge in Dew's stomach, low but visible all the same. Sliding a hand over from Dew's hip, he pressed over the bulge, groaning wetly. He jerked his hips slightly, folding over himself to plant his forehead right against Dew's chest.

It took a few seconds for Dew to make any noise, but he wheezed out a whine, "Are — you cumming?" He managed, one hand coming to grasp Mountain's arm, fingers wet with his own slick, smearing on Mountain's skin.

Unable to form words, Mountain just nodded weakly, hair sticking to his forehead.

"Fuck." Dew groaned, hand moving back between them, and Mountain could feel him jerking himself off again, fingers slipping down to where they met, bumping around Mountain's cock. Gathering slick and spreading it up to his clit to ease the friction.

It didn't take long before Dew became impossibly tight around Mountain, soaking the both of them when he came, trembling under him. Mountain stayed buried in him for a long moment, lingering in the wet warmth, before he finally began to pull out of the tight clutch of Dew. If he hadn't lost all brainpower, Mountain might've lifted his head to admire Dews face, as if it wasn't engrained in his memory already.

The way his brows pinched together and his eyes lost focus. It was intoxicating.

Whining, he managed to pull free with a wet noise that made his face burn, flopping over beside Dew, one of his knees landing in the wet spot Dew had made. He couldn't be bothered to care, just gathering Dew in closer to himself and squeezing. Dew flopped an arm over his eyes, little chest heaving.

"Give me ten. We're going again." Dew huffed, and Mountain just rumbled a weak affirmative, not one to pass up another round.

[darlingmissmoth]

🦛

I'm on my phone, bud. All I see is a square.

Edit: Pega has informed me the square is a hippo

I am deeply upset I can not see the hippo

[mmothperson]

“NO YOURE SUPPOSED TO OBEY ME!!”

The 102 Discord users:

LMFAOAOAOOAOA I DIDNT SEE THIS????? LMFAAOOOO GOOD JOB GUYS

[artificialmoth]

Pointing at you

Gimmie Phantom/Ifrit propaganda. Right neow. NnEEOWOWOOWOWOW!!!! IN MY HAND!!!!!!!!!!!

YEAAA im always ready for phantom/ifrit propaganda :3

Phantom's the pretty new ghoul & Ifrit's been round for a while. He's part of the unofficial welcoming committee, he takes a LOT of pride in being the one to welcome new ghouls into the Abbey. He loves his job in welcoming any new ghouls, be it new summons or transfers.

but he ESPECIALLY liked welcoming Phantom. Phantom hadn't been summoned before, and as the most eager ghoul, Ifrit was tasked with showing Phantom the ropes of living up-top. He oversaw anything Aether couldn't do - stepped in if Aether was pulled away, or wasn't able to clear his busy schedule.

They got close, and fast. Ifrit's less of a mentor and more of a friend, he loves sneaking Phantom out to go to the nearest town, as Ifrit's one of few ghouls trusted with a fake license and unrestricted car access.

They're SO close you'd think they knew each other in the Pits or something, but really its bc of how good Ifrit is at disarming people. He's insanely charming, and already plenty kind. Its beyond easy to trust him!

He helps Phantom with guitar, and his blocking and overall stage presence. Likewise, Phantom shows him the easier ways to break into Mounty's stash without him knowing, and they spend PLENTY of nights tangled together, high as all hell.

When Phantom leaves for tour, its a bit emotional. Not only are they leaving his formal mentor, Aether, but he's gotten SO close with Ifrit. Dancing around some deeper feelings - Phantom wasn't sure how to make a move on a ghoul like Ifrit, part of him doesnt feel like hes deserving of Ifrit's love, and Ifrit not wanting to make a move on Phantom bc he doesn't want to start anything before Phantom has to leave.

Ultimately, mid-tour, Ifrit and Aether sneak to attend a show bc Dew wasn't doing so hot and Ifrit could tell Phantom was starting to really feel it, too. Nothing Ifrit and Aether did could've ever prepared Phantom for tour, frankly.

They got to watch rather than play, admiring their ghouls on stage. It was all coordinated, so they'd be backstage when the ghouls + papa would be finishing up the encore.

Everyone expected Dew's reaction - very much angry-happy, tackling Aether and practically climbing him in his excitement.

NO ONE expected Phantom to do the same. Dropped everything and RAN to Ifrit. And, naturally, Ifrit caught him. Twirled him around and squeezed him nice and close. Phantom started crying right away, mask still on. Ifrit had to help him get it and his balaclava off so he could breathe, and Phantom didn't even hesitate when he grabbed Ifrit and pulled him into a kiss.

Everyone teases them for their first kiss, just lightly. Its perfect, and they both like to talk about it. Ifrits a bit more dramatic about it, acting like Phantom dipped him low and kissed him. But really, Ifrit was holding Phantom up and didn't expect it.

theres definitely a picture of how ifrit looked after. naturally.

[mmothperson]

Hi New Mutual 😆 Who is Your Pfp

hihi!!! It’s my persona!!!

My freak

[artificialmoth]

Weird freak sequel to the Swiss phantom thing and like either solo thing with whoever getting the picture and having to cum all over their screen about it (ily solo porn)

Or whoever comes in at the end gets told to sit on the floor and be quiet bc bug is ASLEEP! While Swiss makes them jerk off (or finger themself idk what anatomy this ghoul has) with the cum slick mixture. Clean phantom up a bit, make good use of it

YEAA

this took forever(long enough for u to forget abt it smh smh /j)

continuation of this

Explicit || No warnings || 1.7k Solo Mountain || Masturbation, Light somno (masturbating with someone else asleep in bed) Mountain huffed with another chime and buzz from his phone, rolling over to glare at it where it rested innocuously on his nightstand, lit up to display a new text from Swiss. Narrowing his eyes, he weighed his options. If he wanted to wiggle an arm out from the comfortable warmth of his blankets wrapped around him — made warmer by the hot body pressed against his side, Dew having wiggled under his blanket twenty minutes ago complaining about Phantom being noisy. It'd woken Mountain up, Dew had lifted the blanket and let a chill under.

Mountain huffed with another chime and buzz from his phone, rolling over to glare at it where it rested innocuously on his nightstand, lit up to display a new text from Swiss. Narrowing his eyes, he weighed his options. If he wanted to wiggle an arm out from the comfortable warmth of his blankets wrapped around him — made warmer by the hot body pressed against his side, Dew having wiggled under his blanket twenty minutes ago complaining about Phantom being noisy. It'd woken Mountain up, Dew had lifted the blanket and let a chill under.

But, even from his poor angle, he could see whatever Swiss sent, was a picture. And Mountain loves when Swiss sends him pictures — usually it's memes, but sometimes, sometimes it's more than that. Sometimes it's selfies — and Mountain never protests seeing any of his mates faces when they're apart —, or a flower or bug he's asking Mountain to identify.

But it's late. As his phone screen darkens, he can see it's well past midnight now. Hours past when Mountain turns in for the night, on average. Swiss himself usually beds down in his — or someone else's — room by now. Or at least isn't outside looking at random flowers and bugs to pester Mountain with, unless he just remembered one from earlier.

Which means it's either a selfie, or more. Something raunchy. Swiss had sent everything from standard, if not a little silly at times, dick pics, of both himself and whoever he's with at the time, to pictures of him bent in ways that hurt Mountains back sympathetically, just to get a picture of his pretty hole.

Whatever it is, Mountains interested. Just thinking about the previous pictures Swiss has sent — all safely tucked away in an album on his phone, for personal use of course — has Mountain feeling hot. Dew hasn't moved at his side, still softly snoring, face cushioned against Mountain's rib cage, a skinny leg tossed over Mountain's own leg.

His knee is just shy of meeting Mountain's crotch, of feeling the half-chub he's sporting just from his own thoughts. He'd be embarrassed if he knew Dew wasn't going to stay asleep no matter what, always such a heavy sleeper.

Working an arm out from under the blankets, he reached out. Fumbling for a moment before his fingers caught the charger cord, and he pulled it closer, finally into his grip. Unplugging it, he squinted at the brightness of his screen. Normally he'd angle it away, to not disturb his bed-mate, but Dew's head is thoroughly under the blankets, his breath puffing steadily against Mountain's chest.

Still, for the sake of his own eyes, he turns the brightness down, and unlocks his phone.

The picture Swiss sent wasn't accompanied by any late-night requests for company in bed, it was just a photo. Opening it, Mountain swallowed hard. Eyes tracing over the admittedly familiar edges and curves of Phantom from the waist down. His jutting hip-bones and skinny thighs, spread haphazardly over Swiss' own, thick thighs.

The focus of the picture was, clearly, Phantom's cunt. At the bottom, Mountain could barely see the tip of Swiss' cock, the tip still ruddy and wet, shiny with slick and cum.

Still, his eyes were drawn to the center of the picture. The pretty, lilac panties, darkened with slick. It was obscene, the thin fabric near transparent, showing off Phantom's cunt. His still-stiff little cock.

Huffing, Mountain adjusted further onto his back, hearing Dew make a particularly high-pitched whine when disturbed even slightly. It didn't stop him, trading his phone to his left hand, and reaching down with his right. Under the blanket, skirting down his stomach. Finding the waistband of his boxers, and tucking under.

His cock was hard, twitching when he finally grasped it, hand dry. He half wanted to wake Dew up, see if he was up to play or not, but decided not to be so mean. If Dew woke up, he'd have a perfect view of Mountain's hand tucked under his boxers as he fondled himself.

Admittedly, Mountain had already been a bit worked up when Dew slipped into bed earlier. He was so used to Swiss — or Dew, sometimes Rain, occasionally Cumulus — slipping into his bed late at night to have sex. He's more than okay with it — endorses it actively, even. Even when hes asleep.

Either way, when Dew woke him up getting in bed, he'd expected more. But, instead, Dew just settled at his side and fell right asleep. Cruelly leaving Mountain a tad worked up, though he'd never tell Dew that. Never open himself up for the loving teasing Dew would surely aim his way if he knew Mountain's cock had twitched with interest when he realized Dew was climbing in bed with him.

Sighing deeply, Mountain rested his head back, eyes half-lidded, focused entirely on the picture still on screen. He could only imagine the noisiness Dew had complained of, was Swiss having his way with Phantom across the hall. It's a wonder that Mountain didn't hear a thing, was none the wiser of what was happening just a few doors away.

Carefully, he swiped pre off the tip of his dick, using it to ease the downward stroke, stomach clenching at the over-sensitivity of the tip of his dick. The bolt of heat up his spine, the instinctive tensing of his legs.

Brow furrowing, he kept a steady pace, refusing to speed up to chase an orgasm. He didn't want to jostle Dew, didn't want to wake him up. Dew might help him get off, sure, but he's got a mean streak when woken up too soon. Given how he sounded when he came to Mountain in the first place, he wouldn't fancy being woken up again so soon. Would edge Mountain for at least an hour, maybe not let him get off before going back to sleep on him.

Mountain loves him.

Clenching his jaw, Mountain focused in on the picture. The angle let him see the slope of Phantom's tummy — softened over the weeks they'd been home, the lack of near nightly activity on stage was letting Phantom and Aurora both gain a healthy weight. It was pleasing, especially for Mountain. Knowing it was his cooking doing it, knowing he was keeping them both comfortable and happy.

The thick happy trail down his navel, disappearing under the ruffled hem of the panties, was enticing. If he weren't pinned by Dew, Mountain would love to go find Phantom. To hold his legs open and clean him up, to tuck his nose right against the underside of his tummy and bask in his scent for a while.

Tail twitching, Mountain stifled a groan. He wished he'd heard whatever Dew complained about. His favorite noises were his mate's whines of pleasure — Phantom was always so sweet when pleading for release. Maybe Swiss teased him until his voice cracked when he begged so sweetly, asking for release that Swiss would be enthused to provide. Or maybe Swiss overstimulated him, continuing to touch and finger him until he came so many times he was in tears.

Grunting when his cock gave a hard kick, he rubbed his thumb over the tip again, sighing hard through his nose. He was close — it'd be embarrassing if anyone was awake to notice. Squeezing on upstroke again, he tilted his head back, finally giving in and closing his eyes.

He'd have to have his way with Phantom in the morning, if the little quint was up for it. Knowing Swiss, the poor ghoul might not have it in him so soon. It's fine. Mountain can just hoard him until he's ready.

Biting his lip, Mountain huffed out a high pitched whine, trying to not squirm as he finally came, stroking himself through it to milk the orgasm. Breathing hard, he finally relaxed, dropping his phone off to the side, somewhere behind the lump of Dew still against his side, to be lost until morning.

Squeezing his eyes closed, he continued to stroke slowly, until his leg twitched with an aborted kick. Letting go, he rested his hand over the length of his cock as it softened, resting up against his hip, cum cooling on his fingers. He had half a mind to stay in bed, to kick his boxers off and use them to clean himself up, and toss them across the room to deal with later.

He wasn't sure if he could extract himself from Dew, didn't want to risk waking him up.

Maybe it was him basking too long in the afterglow of his orgasm, that led him to not notice Dew's breathing had long since changed. Growing shallow again, as if he were focusing in.

It wasn't until Mountain pulled his hand out of his boxers, intending to carefully get up, did Dew move. Grabbing his wrist so abruptly Mountain jumped with a yip.

Dew just huffed, tongue laving over his fingers, cleaning him up. Breath hot over Mountain's knuckles, tongue working between his fingers and over his palm. Replacing the cum with his saliva.

When he deemed Mountain's hand clean, he let go and wiggled until his head popped out from under the comforter, hair sticking up and frizzy from the blanket dragging. Mismatched eyes were still hazy with sleep, as he settled more on Mountain, dropping his head to rest his chin against Mountain's chest.

"You're gonna stay and let me sleep. You can clean up tomorrow." He mumbled, voice rough with sleep. Mountain just nodded, adjusting to hold Dew close.

"Sorry Dewbug," He whispered, wiggling a little to get comfortable with Dew more on-top of him than before, "Swiss sent me a picture."

"Mmmm," Dew hummed, eyes slipping closed when Mountain moved his clean hand up to play with his hair, fingers dragging through the strands to tidy it up a bit, smoothing the tangles away, "Show me in the morning."

Mountain snorted, humming an affirmative. It was a treat to watch Dew doze off, especially when Dew tilted his head and rested it down, cheek squished against Mountain's chest.

It was only then that Mountain could fall asleep, pointedly ignoring the discomfort of his boxers sticking to him. He'd fix it in the morning. And maybe wake Dew up with head, just for that treat of cleaning his hand off.

[artificialmoth]

Descends like Jesus in your inbox

MOTH...... MY CHILD........ YOU MUST SPREAD YOUR DELTA/ALPHA/OMEGA PROPAGANDA.......

Ascends away

YEAHHHHH

Alpha/Omega/Delta, okay. Right? We got it? Hadjf LETS GO

They are SOO in love. Definitely like the old retired husbands of the Abbey(even if Delta's the only retired one).

They're like THE pinnacle of romance for a lot of ppl. The type where you go 'if they EVER break up, romance is dead.'

Out of the three of them, Omega's the only one with another partner that isn't a ghoul, it being Terzo. Alpha lovingly teases him about his human side piece, but if asked seriously, will insist that Terzo is just as important to their dynamic.

alpha also has a MAJORRR crush on terzo that he REFUSES to talk about.

Delta's quintessence, because for Me it manifests in premonitions, tends to be rlly finicky. He can either give accurate dates of events, or vague descriptions of them. It's usually near-future.

You already know this Aru BUT, he doesn't remember what he talks about when his quint is acting up, so usually he only recalls when he's informed of it. A few ghouls(Alpha, Omega, Aether, Ifrit, Dew and Mist) are given permission to record him during it.

The only premonition he remembers, is when he accurately predicted when the three older Emeritus brothers were going to be killed. He was alone, and he didn't tell anyone about it, to save the preemptive mourning. He also, years in advance, had a premonition of Copia!

Specifically his ascension to Papa. Delta was very confused, at the time Copia hadn't even come to the Abbey as Cardinal yet, so Delta hadn't met him or heard of him

Omega's the head of the hospital at the abbey. He takes his job EXTREMELY seriously, though Aether helps with it. Delta would've also been working there if his quint was viable for it. He still visits regularly, to bring Omega his lunch or try and coax him out for dinner.

Alpha does a bunch of odd-jobs around the abbey, though primarily he does a lot of handy-man repairs, on top of any guitar tech that needs done. Through winter he helps keep the abbey warm, alongside all the other fire ghouls. They can sustain going out in the cold temps for more firewood, and he keeps the main hearth in the chapel lit.

he also is the official un-official guard dog of the siblings. He sometimes disappears for a few hrs and shows back up saying there was "a small issue". That usually brings an unknown hiker corpse found later, dead to a presumed animal attack. It's never just a hiker. In my hc, Cowbell helps out, as the local woods cryptid, they inform Alpha if they catch an intruder scent.

Delta generally does a lot of little things around the abbey! Lots of helping out where he can, small busywork like replacing candles in the chapel, helping with laundry, dusting, etc. He enjoys it well enough. In the summer months, he's usually out in the lake diving, though. When his quint is forgiving, he spends a lot of time there. Some siblings will play fetch with him, too :D

ALSOOO In terms of timeline for them, Alpha and Omega were summoned first. They were all together in the pits, all three in some way having left or been kicked out of their previous packs.

They hadn't made it official, back then, but Delta had begun courting the two of them. Alpha and Omega were summoned together, an accidental mixup opened the summoning for quintessence and fire, and they got nabbed together.

Delta continued to add to the two piles of courting gifts for them, in hopes that if they ever returned, they'd accept his courting.

Topside, Alpha and Omega were initially furious. Every summoning, they watched and hoped their Delta would be the one to crawl through. Every time, they left with a different ghoul.

In the time it took for a new water ghoul to be summoned and for Delta to be the one nabbed, Alpha and Omega were silently accepted as a mated couple. Despite not being official, they were rarely seen apart for long, so everyone assumed.

The day Delta was summoned, they'd both felt ODD. Kinda like the feeling before a big storm, they knew something was going on, but assumed it was their hopes for Delta getting to them. After so many tries, they were starting to lose hope of ever seeing him.

So, when Alpha scented Delta, even though he was still slumped in the middle of the summoning circle, covered in muck and ash from the pits, he KNEW.

He broke from formation with the others, bolted for it the moment the circle was broken and he could enter. Omega followed shortly.

Everyone knew when they reacted like that, that whoever was just pulled from the pits, was IMPORTANT.

Delta clung to them, after. All three were crying, holding onto each other and trying to confirm it was real. That they were finally, FINALLY together again.

of course in a short while, Delta would undergo the experimental ritual to become quintessence. It would partially fail, permanently changing him, temporarily damaging his relationship with Alpha and Omega, and changing their lives as a whole.

But at that moment, none of them knew what the clergy would do to Delta, and just held each other.

The upside is, Delta is given favor from the clergy. They have hearts, kinda, and feel bad that it didn't kill him. To them, death was a blessing for this ghoul, neither quintessence nor water, plagued by visions of the future and with quint too powerful for his body.

Delta's made peace with himself, now. He doesn't trust the clergy, neither does Alpha, but he's also allowed to ask for anything he wants and it's usually given to him!

Delta did, however, almost take out half the abbey when he heard about Dew's transition. Several days were spent where his quint and water acted up. Violently. Severe flooding, and the abbey was completely cut off from the outside world. Power and flooding meant the roads leading away were flooded too bad to drive or navigate on, it was a complete blackout. The ground floors had a few inches of water for days, the oldest parts of the abbey had roofs caving in from the weight of the water.

No one could get close enough to try to calm him, until Omega did. Had Delta kept going, had Omega listened to the clergy's appeals to let him keep going and it'll stop, Delta would've burned out. A complete collapse of a star, he would've taken out the abbey with him. Omega managed to get close enough to spike him with enough quint to knock him out, which unfortunately meant both of them ended up unconscious.

Alpha was the second to go for Delta, refusing to wait while HIS mates were possibly in danger. He was the one to bring them back, practically burning with anger.

Delta was in a coma for a while. Omega woke up after a few days asleep, but Delta took longer. The amnt of quint his body burned through should've been catastrophic on him, no one's sure HOW he survived, but Omega and Alpha are relieved he did.

They love each other so much they'd die for one another.

Alpha and Delta had a rough go at it for a while, a period of time where Delta felt isolated not just from his pack but his own mates, while Alpha struggled with feeling like he couldn't protect Delta, not from the clergy. Omega, similarly, blamed himself, Delta's transition was directly linked to Omega over-doing it and being unable to use his quint or perform as a result, had he not pushed himself, Delta wouldn't have had to go thru with the ritual.