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I open the app and BOOOOOOOM post from one of my fav people. Hiiiiiii Lisssssss 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 okay I’ll stop being creepy now. Missed you and your little pink heart eyes on my dash

HIIII MOTH ♡♡ promise you won’t be mad when I clog up your notifs reblogging everything I missed? 🥺 (I’ll use my queue I swear)

#liss answers #♡ #i missed youuuuu #gonna try and ease my way back into the tumblr life #we’ll see how it goes 😬

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aw shucks.

(for @conjuring-ghouls ♡)

#*waves shyly* #missed yall #my gifs #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dew ghoul #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost the band #dewdrop ghost

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I’m taking an itty bitty step back because my brain is being a bit too mean lately. I can tell I’m spiraling and taking perceived slights a little too personally—emphasis on “perceived.” It’s not normal for your feelings to be hurt every time a friend doesn’t share something you created. Or to automatically assume “oh okay they don’t want my work on their blog” if someone just gives a like instead of a reblog. I am fully aware that it’s an absurdly unrealistic expectation to have. I try to do that for a lot of people and it’s pretty exhausting worrying about missing something 24/7 out of the fear that they might take these things as personally as I do. Oof I hope that makes sense 😅

I really am sorry for the overshare but I just wanted to pop in and make a quick post on the off chance anyone notices I’m not around as much. I think a little break might help me gain some much needed perspective. If you find that you’re ever feeling this way too—please feel free to message me. I’ll always offer my support and compassion to anyone who needs it. ♡

#isn’t anxiety fun?! #TF will probably release a full trailer the minute i’m gone #with my luck #so don’t be surprised if i’m back on my bullshit tomorrow

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'leave me behind' and Terzo if I may ☺️ you can chose if you want to break my heart or just let him be the drama queen we know and love 💜

Oh my goodness Cake this took so long! I am so sorry 😭

Here's 1k words of Drama Queen Retired Terzo Fluff 💜 (Terzo x Reader [gender neutral reader, but there is a mention of wearing a dress], established relationship, relatively SFW but suggestive, MDNI, not beta read)

Terzo Emeritus is a magnificent bastard. Magnificent and beautiful. The warm light of the morning shines on your lover’s bare face—a luxury very few are allowed to see even now in his retirement. Trouble is, he’s as charming as he is handsome. The Third has completely stolen your heart and—if you were inclined to search through his room—probably some of your clothes as well.

The suite is just as dreamy and over-the-top as he is, all luxe velvet and silk in the deepest violet built to house royalty. An opalescent gleam dances over every surface thanks to the large stained glass window on the far wall. Touches of gold and marble from the fireplace to the valet where his suit waits for him seem to sparkle at this hour. Even the bed feels softer than the night before—as if Papa Emeritus III would sleep on anything less than a cloud. 

It's hard to leave this place. As much as you’d love to dramatically drape yourself over every opulent piece of furniture in the room and pose like a Victorian woman waiting for a letter, there were things to do. You were happy Terzo was enjoying retired life—even more so that he was spending his leisure time with you—but he’s been pretending to be asleep for a half-hour and you really need to get out of this bed. 

You’ve tried wiggling, huffing, and physically trying to pry his fingers away from you, but Terzo will not let go. Normally you think it’s sweet the way he clings to you, but he knows you have important meetings to attend. And he knows exactly how it will look if you are late. 

“Terzo, please,” you finally try, your voice hitting a pitched whine you hadn’t intended. You hope it helps to make your point.

“Amore,” he whines back. His eyes are still shut tight, but he’s fighting that sweet Terzo smile you usually enjoy.

“You have to let me go, Terzo.”

He groans in response, tightening his grip on you.  “I will never.”

“Terzo, darling, I need to get dressed. You know how they get if I’m late for a meeting.”

He sighs heavily and slowly releases his hold. Before he can change his mind, you slip from the bed and gather your clothes for the day. He watches you dress, eyes following the line of your body as you move through the room. He knows every part of you now, loves every part of you. There isn’t a dip or curve he hasn’t traced with his fingers or his tongue. He’s committed each freckle and scar to memory, knows them better than all those songs he used to sing. Songs he’d still sing at your request, but only for you.

Maybe he is a selfish man, but he can’t help but want you to stay in his arms. If not forever, then at least ten—no—sixty more minutes.

“Go on then,” he laments, dramatically throwing his arm over his eyes. “Leave me behind.”

The mattress dips under the weight of your knee as you sigh and climb back onto his ridiculous bed. You straddle his waist, leaning forward to press a kiss against his chest—that perfect pretty space right over his heart. “Terzo?” Your voice is soft, but you know he can hear you. You repeat his name, but he doesn’t respond, doesn’t move at all.  “Terzo, look at me.”

“I can’t,” he pouts, his bottom lip jutting out a little more as he keeps his arm in place. 

“Why not?”

“You’re too beautiful. Like staring into the sun,” he admits with a sigh. “And if I look at you now, you will never make it to that meeting. What kind of man would I be then? Contributing to your delinquency?”

You bite your lip and pry his arm away from his face, pinning it to the mattress instead. “I think you would be the same man you were last night—the same man who spent the entire evening with a hand up my dress.”

“Well, that’s not my fault, amore. You have bewitched me, temptress. I’m nothing more than a possessed man.”

“I wasn’t complaining.”

“Oh?” He asks, his left eyebrow quirked up. “Perhaps you could tell me what you meant, so I can understand.”

“I like you. I like being with you. I like being around you. I would rather stay here with you and let you worship me than sit in that stuffy conference room for even one second.”

“Sì, sì. I like where this is going,” he teases, raising his hips under you.

“But—” You pause to pin his other arm to the bed, holding him firmly. “If I miss this meeting, you better make it worth it—”

“Oh, amore, I—”

“And you are coming up with a much better excuse this time.”

He frowns. “And what was so bad about the last one?”

“Telling you brother I ‘choked on something’ isn’t exactly subtle.”

“Copia? He wouldn’t know an innuendo from his own fist.”

“You know the Siblings call him ‘Fuck Machine’ right?”

“They what—”

“It doesn’t matter, but you should be very proud.”

“Ah, sì, good for him I suppose…Why do you know they call him that?”

“Shush darling, it’s just girl talk.”

“Wait, what do they call me?”

You roll your eyes. “I’m going to work.”

His body shifts and twists until his hands are free. He grabs your waist, easily pushing you onto your back before he climbs over you. He softly traces his lips over your jaw as he speaks. “You said you’d stay.”

“I said if I stay. And that you better have a good excuse.”

“Hmm,” he hums, drawing a hand between your legs. “I don’t know, amore. I think it feels like you might be getting a fever.”

“Oh?”

“Mmhmm, Hell Flu is deathly contagious too. We should quarantine for at least a week I think.”

“A week, huh?”

“At least. You may need even longer to recover. I’m afraid you are very, very ill. I’ll call Copia and let him know you aren’t feeling well. You go ahead and get undressed, amore. Let me take care of you,” he says with a wink and hops up to call in sick for you.

#sweet and hot and adorable banter!! #i love your terzo so much ghouls ♡ #fic rec!! #terzo x reader #reader insert #papa emeritus iii

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4. 80s pool boy for @midnight-moth, thank you for the suggestion! i'm really enjoying all of these 80s outfits

#80s swiss gotta catch ‘em all!!! #mmmm glisteninggggg #incredible #swiss ghoul

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someone more talented than me needs to write this, so i'm begging: copia/aurora first kiss. (i may have put this in your inbox before, i can't remember.)

more talented than you?? you are way too kind to me omg…i’ll give it a shot though 🩵

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He’s hesitant to perform the summoning at all, to replace his beloved Sunshine but when he finishes the ritual and sees her he is immediately smitten. She’s hunched over, long hair hanging in her face and looks up at him with a snarl. Cumulus and Cirrus grab her as she lunges at him, hissing and spitting and flailing her limbs in a desperate attempt to claw at the man who brought her here. They whisk her away to the ghoul den before he can even say another word but the look on his face must be a sight as Swiss claps him on the bicep and gives him an exaggerated wink.

Despite her feral arrival, she acclimates astonishingly well to life outside of the pit. She’s cautious around him at first - all darting eyes and tense shoulders - but when he tells her one of his signature stupid little jokes one day her face splits into the widest, sharpest smile he’s ever seen. The sight makes his heart clench as he’s filled with adoration for the tiny ghoulette. They begin to spend more time around one another in rehearsals and he loves the way her voice sounds alongside his. He wonders if she feels the same when he catches her blushing after they finish the final verse of Per Aspera Ad Inferi. Cumulus sees the writing on the wall and gives him two kisses on the cheek before airily announcing her departure, leaving him alone with his as yet unnamed ghoulette. When the door to the rehearsal room snaps shut behind her, his eyes fly to hers and widen.

“You, eh…sounded beautiful today, my ghoulette,” Copia begins, wiping his sweaty palms on his thighs, “thank you.”

She smiles just wide enough for him to see her fangs peeking out.

“Am I your ghoulette, Papa?” she asks, all sweetness and softness. He wants to fall to his knees for her, tell her than in actuality he is hers, just as he has professed to all of his other ghouls.

“Of course you are, cara,” he nods and she takes a step towards him, making his breath stutter in his throat.

“Papa?”

“Y-yes?”

“I think I’ve decided on my name. Dewdrop told me about something called an aurora borealis that looks like bright lights in the night sky. So I choose that - Aurora, that is.”

“Oh,” Copia sighs with a smile, “perfetto. As beautiful and rare as yourself.”

She takes another step towards him, rocking forward onto her toes.

“Papa?”

“Yes, my g—Aurora?”

Her new name is softer on his lips than he intended and the ever-sharp ghoulette’s ears prick up at this.

“The other ghouls…they’ve made advances towards me. Told me of their desires. And I reciprocate them, however…”

His throat is dry as he nods for her to continue.

“I want you most of all.”

She’s practically toe to toe with him now, looking up at him with wide eyes. He exhales heavy and when she reaches up with a small hand and runs her bright blue painted claws down the side of his face, he folds. He was never a strong man, anyway.

“Do you want me?” she asks, cocking her head to the side, her breath sliding over his lips.

“Sì…Sathanas yes.”

It’s all she needs before she pushes up onto her tiptoes and wraps her arms around his neck, lips sliding over his own. Her kisses are fierce, hungry and he’s more than happy to let her take control. When their tongues begin to dance, her fangs teasing at his bottom lip he lets out a low moan and eagerly grabs her back to pull her closer. He’s not sure if she’s making those sweet little whimpers for his benefit but they make his pants tight and his head swim. When they finally separate, a thin string of their shared saliva joining them, she chuffs a little laugh into his chin.

“I wanted to kill you, you know. When you first summoned me.”

He chuckles, running a thumb along her jawline.

“And now, little Aurora?”

Her smile is positively vicious as she nuzzles into his touch.

“There are other deaths more suited to us, I think.”

He can’t help but agree.

#YEAH #YES OKAY #i am so here for this #fic rec!! #aurora x papa iv #papa emeritus iv #aurora ghoulette

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Queen of spring by leyendecker but terzo is my queen 🙏

#WHOA #this is incredible #papa emeritus iii

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Silly doodle of Copia and a rat playing a little piano?

anything for you, pringles

Taking some drawing requests this afternoon, they gotta be cute and silly ok???

#happy neil banging out the tunes day to all who celebrate #i don’t go here but i support the rat

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Dracopia in markers, a scribbly sketch.

#you always capture him perfectly #beautiful #dracopia just hits different #cardinal copia

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𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒕

dubcon quintessence tomfoolery feat. bratty aeon and hornily impressed swiss mature. 566 words.

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“So tense,” Aeon comments, digging his knobby fingers into Swiss’ shoulders. It earns him a pained hiss and an amused grunt.

“Your boney hands aren’t exactly soothing, baby.”

The quint snorts. Continues to knead into the dense, ropey muscles. “Could help another way, you know.” His tone is casual, but there’s a mischievous lilt underneath that Swiss doesn’t miss. 

He hums and runs his hands up and down Aeon’s thighs where they’re wrapped around his hips, covered in some faded flannel material that no doubt doesn’t belong to him, given the way the waistband slings low on his ass. “Yeah? And what way is that?” he asks, leading. Playing the game.

Aeon shifts in his lap, scooting closer. He stops pressing into the tendons in Swiss’ neck and instead floats his fingers down to his partially exposed collarbone, dancing his cut-short nails over the ridge. And there, just at the sternal end of the bone: crisp, prickly quintessence jumps from Aeon’s fingers to Swiss’ skin, seeping past the dermal layer to sink into his muscle. Like menthol on a sore throat, it bleeds upwards towards the pain in his shoulders. But it’s only a little hint of relief that dissipates as quickly as it was given. 

Swiss groans, letting his head fall back against the couch cushions. “C’mon, baby, don’t be a tease.”

“You like when I tease,” Aeon says simply, letting his magick flow right back in. “Learned from the best,” he adds with a self-satisfied smirk. 

Swiss would reply, he really would, but the quintessence leeches in in such a way that his thoughts turn to static the second it moves up the back of his neck. The signals to and from his brain jumbling to white noise and reducing him instantly to goo in the palm of the younger ghoul’s hand. 

“You . . . y’re playin’ w’ me,” he protests weakly. 

“Am I?” Little shit. “Thought you liked playing with me.” 

“Noo.” Swiss does his darndest to raise an accusing finger, poking Aeon in the skinny chest without much force. “You’re playin’ with me.” 

Aeon ignores the hand, lifting up one of his own to brush his thumb over Swiss’ cheekbones. “You’re the one who gave me permission.” Well, he can’t deny that. The thumb moves to the bridge of his nose, down to his upper lip, then back up to his cheek in a deliberately hypnotizing pattern. Little prickles of quintessence following in the wake of his finger—ticklish at first, but quickly turning to something lulling, numbing. 

Swiss doesn’t know what switch he managed to flip in Aeon today, but he—his dick, really—is certainly not complaining. Neither are his shoulders, to be fair, the pain that usually resides there sufficiently masked and reduced within a minute of Aeon’s administration. 

“Oh, hello,” Aeon laughs, wiggling his ass over Swiss’ now chubbing cock. “Knew you wouldn’t say no.”

And oh, does that make his stomach swoop. “What’re y’ gonna do t’ me, swee’heart?” He aims for composed, nonchalant, but only succeeds in sounding just shy of desperate. 

The quint’s eyes sparkle dangerously, and another rush of magick runs down his ribs and into his core. His hands start to tingle, and he watches them go limp and slide right off of Aeon’s thighs to land dully on the cushions. Swiss huffs a laugh and watches him with drooping eyes.

“I’m going to do whatever I want.”

#GOOD MORNING TO ME SPECIFICALLY #how am i supposed to go do taxes now 🫠 #fic rec!! #aeon x swiss #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #spicy tag #nameless ghouls fic

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2. 80s slutty jock for @miasmaghoul and @obsidianghoul, thank you for the (absolutely genius) suggestions!!

#THERE’S THE SHORT SHORTS #gorgeous #swiss ghoul

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Minors should not be going into adult spaces and then calling adults creeps for enjoying adult content made by and for adults. This is especially true for the Ghost fandom, and it's weird that we have to remind minors in this fandom that Ghost makes adult content for adults.

This was never an issue before the Impera era, but now I see so many judgmental videos about adult fans just existing and enjoying adult content within the Ghost fandom. I'm blaming TikTok and Stranger Things for the boom in minors coming into this space with this entitled mentality.

There's a simple solution to all of this. Stop going into adult spaces and then being surprised when there's adults there. They're not "cringe" for enjoying adult content. You are cringe for imposing a Hays Code level of censorship on adults within adult spaces.

#yeah. #this is why i don’t interact with ghost fandom anywhere but here #fandom

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1. magnum p.i. for @ghuleh-recs, thank you for the suggestion!

#*insert elmo in flames gif here* #HE’S PERFECT #THE CHEST HAIR #THE GOLD CHAIN #THE STAAAAACHE #the white sneakers 💀💀 #iconic #you are incredible #thank you thank you thank youuuu ♡♡♡ #swiss ghoul

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Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness

Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?

THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT

I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible

Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together

#brb gonna go leave some comments #i’ve been slacking

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Wifes!!

#prettyyyy #REALLY love these ears #and their eyes 🤩 #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette

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I had the absolute HONOR of collaborating with @askingforthesun on their incredible Into The Eyes Of Fire series. If you've ever wanted to feel your brain melt out of your head (in a good way) please give it a read. I got to draw the loveliest scene from Chapter 4!

Excerpt under the cut.

The first touch was like a lightning bolt to his soul. Warm fingertips settled on his sternum, brushing soft patterns into his skin, and he heard Dew exhale shakily, a disbelieving, fragile little sound. A moment later another touch brushed against his side, and his fists curled up even tighter as he fought not to flinch away. He wanted this, he repeated to himself over and over, he’d wanted this for so long, he couldn’t run now just because he’d spent so long training himself in the habit of self-hatred. Dew groaned quietly as the heat of his hands skated over Aether’s skin, pressing in a little firmer at his hips, and Aether heard himself answer the sound with one of his own, soft and uncertain. Dew’s grip tightened at the sound of it, long elegant fingers digging into the softness of Aether’s hips so sharply it startled Aether’s eyes open. And, now they were open, he didn’t think he had it in him to close them again.

Please consider checking this out and giving it some well-deserved love. It's a fantastic piece of writing and I have had the time of my life following along as it releases!

#just gonna give this a little boost #i think it got lost in the shuffle #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #liss draws #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #aether x dewdrop

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ghoul dress up: swiss edition!

okay y'all this weekend we're doing swiss dress up! it'll be pretty similar to the last couple of times.

the rules of the game:

1. to suggest an outfit comment/reblog and put it in the tags/dm me/etc. it can be sfw or nsfw!* the comments/tags can be on this post or any of the drawings

*please only interact if you're an adult! even though some of this will be sfw, this is still an 18+ blog.

2. i'll be taking suggestions from now until 4pm tomorrow (saturday), and i'll draw them over the weekend

3. to keep myself from getting overwhelmed, i can't guarantee i'll draw all of the suggestions, but i appreciate all of them!!

thank you in advance for playing!!

#YAYAYAY #hmmm #maybeeee #magnum p.i. swiss? #hawaiian shirt and SHORT shorts and a big ol’ porn stache #just the most unapologetically 80s outfit possible