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Ghoul ships and how they love

Rain and Dewdrop : Quiet Love

It's a gentle kind of love. It requires no effort, no asking, no grand declarations. No matter how unique they both appear in the eyes of others, they always meet in the middle. They fit like puzzle pieces, physically, spiritually.

Their love is public, yet discreet. Observable but never invasive. It's Dewdrop's arm around Rain's waist when they wait in line at a bar. It's Rain's hand on Dew's knee when they sit together in the common room to chat with the others. It's Rain stealing Dew's hairband on his wrist when he's mid-conversation with someone else, knowing he has his silent permission. Or Dew wearing Rain's jacket instead of his own when he has to go out alone. Everyone can see these little marks of belonging. They brand themselves with pieces of the other, to keep a semblance of company, a smell, something to comfort, something to go home to. It's not ownership. It isn't a warning to stay away from a property. It's an affirmation to the world that they exist for each other.

Their love is Rain calming Dew's storms and Dew making him want to come out of his shell a bit more every day. It's Dew's hyperactivity and constant buzz finding its peace in Rain's presence, and Rain allowing himself to be loud when he finally finds someone who cares to listen.

It's Dew opening all the doors whenever the weather is humid and the sky is cloudy, so they can sit together by the window and watch the rain fall in silence. It's Rain picking up wildflowers as ornaments for their shared room because Dew confessed he loved them once. It's bathing together and brushing each other's hair every day, resting skin against skin in the bathtub without any second thought. It's Rain embracing Dew in the darkness of night and softly caressing his hair to help with his insomnia, and Dewdrop waking up before Rain to make breakfast.

Thanks to Rain, Dewdrop wants to read. He wants to think, to learn, to write, so Rain always has someone to nerd with and complain to whenever he finds a plot hole. Because of Dew, Rain desires to use his hands, to make, to fix, so there's someone to count on when gear comes in for repair and Dew's hands are too used for work.

When the world outside is too much, they find a quiet understanding in each other. They give their love in thoughtful acts and silent touches. It's to no one a question, it's never to be doubted. There's no alternative for what they have.

Their love is obvious and it makes sense.

i’ll have a banger thought soon bare with me

Dabi, Toga and Shigaraki.... 💔

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the taste of a star

dew’s binder accidentally winds up in aurora’s load of laundry and she doesn’t know what it is at first, but damn if she doesn’t love free clothes. she wiggles into it thinking it’s one of cirrus’ cute lil tank tops but fuck it’s so tight. it barely fits her, she couldn’t imagine cirrus wearing it. when she finally gets it on she’s a little sweaty and a lot worried about how she’ll get it off but then she catches herself in the mirror. she smooths her hands down her chest. so flat. she turns to the side. her chest isn’t exactly big but this, this is totally different from how she normally looks. she wonders what it would look like with something over it. she pulls a shirt out of the basket of dryer fresh clothes. another of dew’s garments. she spots a pair of his little black calvin’s and- ok this is just dew’s laundry, oops. she puts it on anyway and wow. she looks like dew. like phantom. like mountain. sharp. angular. flat. she gets a funny buzzing feeling in her chest. could just be the compression, but she feels it everywhere, heartbeat loud in her ears as she takes stock of her reflection. she arrives at dew’s door later that day once she’s worked up the courage, bringing the laundry basket and a lot of questions.

BE PREPARED TO FEEL REVENGE...

went back to my mcr roots for this one :] got inspired by a photoshoot after ages of not drawing