#wrathofrats

[forlorn-crows]

Ifrit ifrit ifrit ifrit ifrit pls I need him he’s so ifrit like he’s the ifrit he’s ifrit pls pls pls pls pls pls

he may just burst into flames from how much you love him

[p1nkcanoe]

I’m on a freak Perpetua kick bc people keep trying to make him sweet and pathetic and NOT TODAY!!!! NOT ON MY WATCH

He’s stricter with his ghouls, you saw the damn collars. I think he wants loyalty, completely unashamed willingness for his ghouls to do whatever he wants. He owns them after all. Especially since I don’t think most of them submit easily after copia. Idk I think Perpetua needs to give his pets some much needed obedience training!!!

I caught on to the freak energy the second I saw that mf for the first time, idk how anyone could call him a little sweetiepie.

i also have headcanoned from the beginning that he took copia's ghouls without asking, and immediately put them to work with the new music, new set, new fits... and they did not like it. that's exactly why he has them wear collars on stage, disguised as part of the uniform. the poor ghouls are misbehaving and disobeying the new guy -- they need something to keep them in check, controlled solely by their new papa at a simple click of a button. they have to submit. you're absolutely right about them needing to be trained, because they're out of control. they barely know how to contain themselves, and the new guy only makes everything worse.

i like to imagine that when the ghouls used to see copia, they used to purr and sidle up beside him like cats, rubbing on him so sweetly because they genuinely loved him so much. copia gave them space and independence and the ability to be ghouls, but this new guy, when he walks by, the ghouls cower. they hide and stay out of his way. and it hurts because he looks like copia, he smells like him, he talks like him... but it's not him. and V has no problem proving that he is not his twin.

tldr: V IS AN ASSHOLE!!!

[dewinabsentia]

Hi, holds out a cup

Bpd dew?

this is a love language. to me.

anyways he is The bpd ghoul in my little head. everyone thinks dew has a short temper because he’s a fire ghoul but nope! he just goes zero to one hundred with all his emotions and frustration/anger/Pissed The Fuck Off are the most overwhelming to him so it’s the most prevalent and hard to control. he’s not unaware of his tendencies to snap, so he’ll usually push everyone away/isolate to avoid hurting anyone when he feels it building up. which usually means bitchy dew so he’s left alone. he’s good at letting a lot of it out on stage when they’re touring though.

he’s not great with self preservation. the transition from water to fire was impulsive and almost killed him (more on that later). he treats his body either like it can’t break or that he doesn’t care if it will (bloody hands on stage, broken ankle, etc). he secretly preens in the attention he gets when he’s injured so it’s a self reinforcing cycle.

poor guy has lost so many people in his life, abandonment issues out the wazoo. aether leaving the band put a massive dent in their relationship and also his relationship with the rest of the pack. he couldn’t process why aether would leave if it didn’t have something to do with himself. he clung to rain and swiss specifically a lot during this time, but also took out a lot of his pain on them too. swiss would fight back and rain would take it. both outcomes made dew hate himself more for what he was doing and then just further convince himself that it was his fault that aether left. it took a long time for him to bounce back from all of it but he still has days where he just doesn’t get why aether would leave him like that.

constantly paranoid that the ministry is just going to get rid of him one day. watching terzo get dragged off stage triggered such a fit of paranoia that eventually led to him transitioning to fire in a frantic effort to remain valuable to, well, everything.

interestingly paralleled with fire and water, a lot of black and white thinking. he is everything and nothing in his mind. he’s the lead guitarist, he’s the most interesting and the crowd favorite. but also he’s the smallest and weakest, he’s an ass and no one wants him there beyond his talent. there’s no middle ground to these beliefs for him.

there’s a lot more i could say that veers more into sensitive subjects that i don’t want to just slap on an ask but <3 my poor fire ghoul who i put in situations

[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.

[everybodyshusband]

Hi icon

4 for zephfrit?

FUCK YEAAHHH !!!!!! also i think this is me breaking my ifrit-writing viginity, so uhhh be kind <3

prompt four was "a kiss where it hurts" (576 words)

Ifrit groans tiredly as he rolls over towards his mate, arms reaching out to the side as he stretches his stiff muscles.

"Morning, dear," Zephyr chuckles from above as they do every morning. Ifrit will never stop insisting that it's weird the air ghoul wakes up early on the weekends to do the Saturday crossword puzzle in bed. "You slept alright?"

The fire ghoul groans again, electing to ignore his pillow in favour of resting his head on Zephyr's blanket-covered thigh. "Tiiiired," he whines, causing Zephyr to chuckle quietly again from behind their crossword.

"I'm not surprised," they muse. "You had a big day yesterday helping out in the greenhouses. You must be sore, Iffie."

"I ammmm," the fire ghoul complains sleepily, burrowing even further into his and Zephyr's blankets, drawing them up to his chin as he gets himself comfortable against to the air ghoul's side.

Zephyr's smile is not at all hidden by their newspaper but Ifrit decides to be polite—for once—and elects not to mention that the air ghoul is not as subtle as they think they are. "Do you want some of Ivy's tea? That always helps me when I'm full of aches and pains," they offer, adjusting one of their arms to drape across Ifrit's body and stroke his side gently.

Ifrit nods slowly. "Please?"

"Of course, dear. I'll message him to ask if he can make two cups and bring them in for us."

"Are you sore today as well?" Ifrit asks, raising his head ever so slightly to glance up at the air ghoul. "Oh shit, I didn't even ask," he realises. "How's all your, um... everything today, Zeph?"

They hum, tilting their head from side to side. "So-so. It isn't fantastic by any means," they admit. "But on the other hand, I've had much worse days than this."

"Poor baby..." Ifrit mumbles as he wraps his arms around Zephyr's waist prompting them to snort with laughter—and then groan in annoyance when they realise they've made an unwanted pen mark on their crossword paper. "Where does it hurt the most?"

Zephyr sighs. "Everywhere, as per usual."

Ifrit pouts, peppering soft kisses over every area of Zephyr's body he can reach—his right hip and... well that's about it really, but he maintains that it's the thought that counts. "That's no fun, baby."

"It's not," Zephyr admits, "but the tea will help, and it will help you too. Where are you hurting?"

Ifrit rolls over once again, groaning dramatically. "Everywhere, I'm dying, Zeph."

The air ghoul snorts, nodding along sarcastically. "I'm sure you are, Fritter."

"I am!" Ifrit cries out in mock indignation.

"Would you at least give me a concrete location for some of your sore muscles then, my love? I can't kiss your whole body better."

"You could try," Ifrit mumbles, rolling back over to re-latch onto the air ghoul like some kind of overly warm limpet.

Zephyr smiles agin. "Alright then." They gently pry one of the fire ghoul's hands from off of their waist and lift it up to their lips, looking down at Ifrit as they ghost their lips over each of his fingers.

"Oh," Ifrit breathes out, lifting his next arm up to Zephyr of his own accord.

"Now you're getting it, my dear," Zephyr teases, their words interspersed with gentle kisses to Ifrit's hand and arm. "You just relax and let me kiss some of the pain away until Ivy arrives with the tea."

[forlorn-crows]

💕💌 and whatever the fighting in a parking lot one is I forgot already

goddamn everyone wants to fight me hfshdhf

for u wrath: 🫰💕💖(but in a 'analyzing the tea you bring me' yknow)💓(if we lived close to each other)

[everybodyshusband]

🐝 I shuffled my Spotify playlist bc I whole heartedly believe in naming fics after songs o congrats you getttttt:

The Other Side Of Paradise

hmmm okay okay... this is going to be the least refined summary ever but i hope you can excuse that

basically, i'm thinking that i'm sure there are a few dozen towns called paradise somewhere in the world, likely in the USA, so set the fic there. the band are on tour and have a hotel stop in paradise for the day and following night. cue rain and swiss going on a cute and sappy date. it's all mini golf and burgers and sharing a milkshake in a diner and so very cliche but they're in love so who the fuck cares. also they probably fuck when they get back to the hotel (dew is in the next room over and spends the night with his pillow over his head, pissed the fuck off about how loud and in love they're being)

[dewinabsentia]

Sighs pathetically … idk if we are mutuals…. But 🥰💌💌💌💌💌💌 <3 (I’m messing w u)

hehehe HI i love your brain. it’s so neat and scarily impressive. everything you write literally makes me go “is anyone else fucking SEEING THIS”