Had A Bit Of Fun Today With Drawing Prequelle!Aether.

I can't get the image of someone using terzo's head as a basket/baseball

Copia: batter up *evil grin*

Terzo: no.. sathanas no

Pops

I think being able to rest my head on the swummy would fix all of my problems

A big pillow

Dumb old man that we love.

Happy Spooky season!!

Commission. Do not use!

My favorite type of Mountain picture: when he’s got his mouth closed but you can still see the pink of his inner lip. Very fun mouth shape.

Dewdrop has one singular kit

Rating: some very descriptive details of birth but it's not too bad, other than that it's sfw

Wc: 1421 (?!??!)

Based on a 3am conversation with @sphylor @muddiestpath @terzosboyfriend and I can't remember who else wanted to be tagged but you'll see it anyways

A/n the ending is super rushed I apologize, I will probably be making a part 2 but don't expect it

It came with no warning at all, he had no warning signs, no symptoms. But here he was. Dewdrop had been on his way to do his chores, sweeping the library and tidying up the book shelves. He never quite made it that far.

Hide. Nest. Hide.

The words repeated themselves in his mind, becoming more and more urgent. He looked around the corridor, searching for a spot he could sneak into and tuck himself away in. The supply closet! He slammed himself into the small, dusty room. It smelled of mildew and old clothes, not much light filtering through aside from where the door didn't come flush to the floor.

He crouched down into the corner, propping himself against the cold stone wall. He ripped his sweater off, suddenly feeling hot and itchy, a sheen of sweat covering his burning skin.

What is going on.

He wasn't due for his heat yet, not for another month. This wasn't a rut, while those came without warning they didn't come with pain. And oh does he hurt.

His lower abdomen is aching, a sharp breathtaking pain that has him seeing stars. Squeezing his eyes shut, he begged for whatever the hell this was to end. With a start he realized his jeans were damp, the sulfuric tang of distress hitting his nose in a way that made his stomach drop. He quickly kicked his pants and underwear off, letting out a small gasp at the dark red stain pooling under his milky white thighs.

I'm dying. Yup. This is it, this is how I go.

He whines as a particularly sharp pain blooms through his gut, lurching forward and wrapping his arms around himself. The searing ache only intensifies as the seconds tick, his breath fast and heavy. He feels like he can't breathe, like no matter how much air he sucks in its just not enough.

He doesn't realize he's crying until he feels a tear slide down his throat, tickling his skin in an infuriating way before he wipes at it with a shaky hand. It was a token gesture, a useless one at that. He was crying in earnest now, his breath catching in his throat as he sobbed through fresh waves of pain. Surely someone would hear him? Hear his quiet whimpers and come save him?

His head spun as he sunk his teeth into his thigh, hoping the sensation would distract him from the rest. His ears are ringing, his head feeling so far away.

But then, through the fog he hears a small whine. It's not his own. When he looks for the source, he's met with a lump of wet fuz and tiny limbs. A kit?

He picks it up gently, looking it over for any abnormalities before nipping the chord at its stomach. He set to work licking it clean, chasing the fluids away and fluffing up its soft down-like fur. He couldn't see through his tear filled eyes, these tears were different than before. His body shook with the effort of staying upright, his stomach still painfully contorting to get the rest out. He's acting on instinct now, lifting the kit to his chest so it can feed.

I need Aether, fuck.

He calls out, a weak chatter that he knows no one can hear. But he doesn't stop. Someone has to walk by sooner or later, maybe a Sister of Sin, maybe some church staff. He doesn't really care who, just someone. As if Satan himself was answering his silent prayers, the door opens, flooding the small room with light. Dewdrop hisses at the sudden assault, curling in on himself in an act to shield the whining kit in his arms. The creaky door muffled the sound of the placenta finally leaving his body, hitting the ground with an audible squelch.

"Dew? Fuck, Dew, what happened? Are you bleeding? Fuck."

Aether.

He let out a sigh of relief, lifting his heavy head and meeting the ghouls worried gaze. Aether pulled his phone out, sending Mountain a quick text.

A: hey can you come to the storage room down by the library and bring a blanket?

It's dew.

He shoved his phone back into his pocket, ignoring the several pings Mountain sent in response.

"Dew, I need you to tell me what happened. Hey, hey it's okay! Shhh it's okay."

Aether stopped his approach when Dew only responded with a distressed chatter, fresh tears staining his cheeks. He slowly unfurled himself, showing the bigger ghoul his kit. When he leaned down to get a closer look, he was awestruck. It was tiny, barely a handful. Thin webbing was just barely visible between its little fingers and toes, the hint of fins poking out from the soft tufts of fur. It was a pale, almost white blue, spotted with little iridescent scales.

Aether smiled, shocked at the news. He held his hands out, silently asking Dew to let him hold the little thing. Dewdrop hesitated, anxiety blooming across his chest. But he was tired, his body still aching. He placed the kit in Aethers arms, scampering his way into the ghouls lap hissing at the fresh pain his movements brought.

"She's so small. I reckon this is Rain's kit, huh?"

Dew smiled, tucking his head into Aethers neck. The resemblance is uncanny.

"Unholy shit……"

Mountain stood in the doorway, blanket in one hand, his phone in the other. He sputtered trying to wrap his head around the scene before him. Dew is a mess, covered in his own blood and bodily fluids, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. His face is bright red and damp with tears, and he is very naked. He stepped forward, draping the blanket over Dewdrop's shoulders, staring in awe at the little creature Aether was placing back onto the little ghouls chest.

"Alright bud, you're not gonna like this, just bear with me okay. I'm gonna lift up."

Aether scoops him up, careful to not jostle him too hard but the movement still makes him let out a small squeak. He whispers soothing words into his ear, telling him how good he did and how proud he was.

"Erm….before we get too far, Dew, we have uuhhh, two new summons."

His ears pinned to the side of his head as he held his kit closer. Letting Aether, who he trusts with his life, hold her was too much. Having new ghouls he didn't know around just brought back his anxiety even as Aether was pressing his quintessence into him to sooth it. He gave his head a little shake, his eyes wide as he silently pleaded with the earth ghoul.

"Hey, shhh, it's okay. We'll get your room and you won't even know they're there. How's a bath sound?"

He nods, relaxing at the thought of being clean. He can still feel the warm sticky liquid dripping down his legs, his whole body covered in sweat. He wanted a bath, some food, and Rain.

With a start he realizes just how much he wants Rain right now.

“R-rain.”

His voice comes out hoarse, quiet and strained.

“We can get him for you, he's gonna be so excited.”

Dew lifts his head as they enter the ghouls wing, the others were all in the common room. Swiss was showing the new ghoul something on his phone, Cumulus and Cirrus were snuggled up on the loveseat, Rain was watching Sunshine show the new ghoulette how to crochet. They all perked up when they saw Dew, Rain jumping up to follow them into his room.

“What- oh. Oh!”

Mountain started the bathwater, Aether setting the little ghoul on the toilet to go grab some more comfortable clothes. Rain knelt down, placing his hands on Dews' knees as he watched the little kit lift its head and sniff the air.

“No offense Dew, but she looks just like Rain.”

Dew only smiled, that's exactly what he's been saying in his head.

Aether helped him bathe and get dressed, putting him in only a pair of boxers and a zip up hoodie for easy access. Taking his time, he makes sure the little ghoul is comfy, Rain snuggled up next to him, the two of them cooing over their creation and purring contentedly. His heart swells with pride as he takes a moment to watch them, a look of adoration painting their faces.

No one would have guessed, but seeing it now, he knew Dewdrop was going to be a great parent.

Gotta second this.

People can make their own shit and like the person I've reblogged from (I love your stuff btw), they have clarified that it is an AU (alternate universe) or if something hasn't been explicitly said to be true, just leave them alone! Let them draw, write and do whatever they want in peace!

You are still allowed to not like said stuff but don't make a huge deal out of it like a screaming banshee.

It's not your life and if you have nothing better to do than harass, get your own fucking life straight

Summary of this like the OP's; don't harass any creator, artist, musician just because you don't like their stuff. You're just digging yourself a hole.

Thank you for your time.

Friendly reminder to not fucking harass artists even if you don’t like their headcannons. Artists makes things for themselves and if you don’t like it, go make your own art