nightynightghoul

[nightynightghoul]

I think phantom is a brat and someone should fist him about it :]

[nightynightghoul]

I've been yapping about fire ghouls too much.... so maybe I talk about earth ghouls...

Earth ghouls who're ambush predators. Earth ghouls who walk almost as silently as quintessence ghouls.

Earth ghouls who can't help but lurk just behind the corner when they catch a sibling out past curfew, following them around to... "keep an eye on them" in case they're up to no good.

Earth ghouls who have a bad habit of looming over the siblings from behind a hedge in the garden - tall as a tree with big hungry eyes and mouths full of sharp teeth.

Earth ghouls who grin as a show of aggression, the one earth ghoul trait Swiss seemed to get from being a multi.

Smaller earth ghouls who perch in trees or burrow under the ground and cover themselves in leaves. Bigger earth ghouls who can perfectly camouflage themselves in the dense forest on the Ministry's estate.

Earth ghouls <3

[nightynightghoul]

MUSHY MAY !!

(Day 1 : Cuteness Aggression)

To say Mountain loves bugs would be an understatement. Mountain LIVES for bugs! He loves taking himself off to the woods behind the ministry and making a note of all the insects he finds. He then usually writes an in-depth analysis about each one the following day. Mountain's favourite insects are millipedes. He's had a Chocolate Millipede called Sprout for the past 4 years and loves them dearly. He wants to (politely) squeeze them whenever he gets them out of their terrarium and has been known to physically shake when he talks about Sprout. Rain gifted him a 5ft millipede stuffed animal thing which he squeezes instead when the need to lovingly consume Sprout becomes too much. He also leaves it in Copia's office every now and again because Copia is terrified of insects, especially Sprout.

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Special Ghoul my beloved...

Tagging @puppsworld bc he seemed enthusiastic about this (thanks for the yelling!!! You will never catch me I'm too slippery >:3)

Written in bullet format bc brain is going too fast to make coherent sentences let’s goooo

Warning for references to self-harm/self-mutilation, blood, and autocannibalism! This gets messy y’all

BEFORE:

Ok so Special isn’t a “true” ghoul. They’re a human who turned themself into a ghoul via an unstable and experimental ritual.

This has resulted in issues like mobility issues from excessive scar tissue. Turns out doing your own top surgery isn't such a great idea.

Which human you may ask?

Mary Goore themself! (I had to. I love them ok sue me /lh)

BACKSTORY:

Mary ended up at the Ministry when they took a rough turn in life. They had heard of the Ministry before and were already subscribed to that sect of Satanism but didn’t have any interest in joining an organized religion. They knew the Ministry would take them in so they headed to the Sweden location.

They weren’t officially a Sibling but were in the process of becoming one. (They didn’t really want to, but it was the only way the Ministry would let them stay.)

They heard about the Ghost project starting up and jumped at the chance to get involved with music again

Unfortunately the only way to get involved with that was to be a high-ranking sibling (which could take years) or a ghoul. You can see where I’m going with this.

Mary found an old book deep in the library that detailed a prototype ritual of turning oneself into a ghoul. They decided they had nothing to lose and started planning.

THE TRANSFORMATION (this is where it gets gory):

The ritual involved a lot of carving sigils into skin and a ritual disembowelment. The book strongly recommended a few people help with that but Mary said fuck it I’m doing this myself

Gave themself top surgery while they were at it (transgenderizes your metalhead twink)

They died obviously. At least their mortal vessel did

Mary crawled out of the Summoning well the next night as a ghoul and promptly ate their former body. Yummy.

They kept their skull and some bones bc that’s fuckin metal

GHOUL LIFE:

Seestor was NOT pleased when she found out what had happened

But Mary/Special couldn’t really be Banished, they weren’t from the Pit.

So she begrudgingly let Mary join the Ghost project

They ended up as a co-writer and concept musician and eventually a spokesperson

They go by either Mary or Special, but their friends mostly call them Mary. Special is more of a title to them. Don’t call them Phil unless you want your insides to become outsides.

They have sick scars all over their body from their transformation!!

They don’t have an element, but they do have a bit of magic.

They’ve got a lot of unsettling traits. They don’t blink a lot, they walk silently, and they’ve been known to cause disappearances in nearby towns. A ghoul’s gotta eat.

They’re outwardly cold and grumpy but they’re pretty chill if you get on their good side. They despise Imperator and higher-ranked Ministry members but are protective of Siblings.

They hate the friendly voice they have to put on for interviews, but it’s one of the only times they can let down their mental mask around other people and just chill. (Lots of complicated feelings there, possible hurt/comfort idea?)

They only take off their mask around people they trust.

They like to scare new residents by standing in dark corners and staring at them.

They’re close with Terzo’s ghouls, Cowbell, and a couple humans.

They trust Cowbell the most bc they’re both kinda misfits.

Ghouls only need human meat once in a while but Mary has more cravings for it than most. Ministry members are off limits though.

They were referred to as “it” for a while (mostly by Imperator and her most loyal following) so they aggressively correct anyone’s pronouns (Theirs and others’). It’s the one of the only cracks in their “cold creepy ghoul” demeanor. They’re especially protective of trans Siblings.

They’ve been known to appear from the shadows and correct a condescending cardinal on a Sibling’s pronouns.

Special ghoul my beloved… this was super self indulgent and fun to write. Feel free to use this as inspiration for art/writing!

[nightynightghoul]

All Those Sleepless Nights

Aether Ghoul x GN! Reader

I love this beefy ghoul with my whole soul

Warnings: none! Just angsty and fluffy , mentions of depression , I mention picking at fingers really quick like super quick (just adding this as a warning just in case)

Word count: 1.3k

I had a fem reader in mind but I guess I didn’t use any pronouns or anything so it’s now a GN reader! Yay!! If you do notice anything pls let me know and I’ll change it right away!

Also when I was writing this, I wrote based on my experience with depression so please understand everyone has different experiences when dealing with hard times.

Anyways! Much love to everyone and I hope you enjoy! <3

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You had tried so hard to not let the ghouls absence get to you. You took walks, helped out in the kitchens, helped with events, and even asked Sister Imperator if she needed help with anything. You were desperate at this point and Sister Imperator could easily see what was going on and decided to give you some tasks to complete around the abbey. They were meaningless tasks but the Sister wouldn’t dare tell you that right now. You appreciated them as it allowed you to keep your mind off of the ghouls. You missed all of the ghouls. You missed how Swiss would sneak around and scare you or pull pranks on Dewdrop with him. You missed how excited the ghoulettes were every time they saw you and how all of you could talk for hours. You missed running into Rain in the library and talking about your favorite books. You missed Aether. Oh satan how you missed him. You missed his gentle kisses as well as his rough kisses, his hugs and cuddles. How his body melted with yours. Granted, you were much smaller than his beefy body and he towered over you but he felt like home. You missed how you could be your true self around him and how he felt comfortable to be around you. You loved him for the ghoul he is. Horns, claws, and all - he was your ghoul. You kept telling yourself it was just a couple months but it was starting to feel like an eternity.

You started to feel the toll. You could barely sleep. Each night was getting tougher to fall asleep. Sure, you had plenty of friends in the abbey but you felt so alone. It was like you couldn’t shut off your mind at night. And the one ghoul who would know how to cheer you up wasn’t here. Your roommates began to notice your sleep schedule and gave you nothing but sympathetic looks. Frowning, as they noticed when you did fall asleep, how you would stir and whimper. Like a nightmare was constantly haunting you.

It wasn't until Sister Imperator saw how dark the bags under your eyes were getting and forced you to go back to bed, you finally realized. You felt embarrassed how much the ghouls' absence was getting to you. After that day, you developed the lack of motivation to get out of bed and be productive. Sister didn’t ask for your presence as she knew what it was like- not having the love of your life around and the damage it can cause but the older woman didn’t like to speak of it, so she left you be. You were afraid people would judge you for the way you were acting. Over dramatic. Depressed. Clingy.

You had lost track of the days.

One night you couldn’t ignore the ache in your stomach any longer and forced yourself out of bed to go to the kitchens. You snuck away quietly, not wanting to wake your roommates. The abbey was still except for Papa’s rats who roamed at night.

Munching on a banana you stole, you found yourself wandering the halls. With eyes wide, you had noticed you nearly finished the fruit. Stopping, you laugh at yourself as you imagined Aether telling you how proud he was of you for finishing it and how he would make a stupid comment about there actually being bananas in the kitchen since he wasn’t there to eat them all. The thoughts bring a smile to your face. A real smile, not a forced one you had been using around your roommates.

You looked up at the stained glass window in front of you. The silence was deafening but calming. The moon’s glow seeping through the colored glass puts you at ease. You allowed yourself to take a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. You decide to keep walking to hopefully tire you more.

Without realizing you had found yourself at the stairs to the dungeon where the ghouls live. The thought of Aether’s bed had suddenly become very appealing. You look around you to ensure no one was watching before you ascended down the stairs quietly. You appeared at the quintessence ghoul’s room with ease after going there so much. You had avoided the thought of coming to Aether’s room for some time because you were unsure how it was going to make you feel but it didn’t matter. How worse was this going to make you? The answer was it didn’t matter. You were already sad enough.

You immediately felt a sense of comfort wash over you as you entered the room. You take in the ghoul’s musky,foggy scent. You can’t help but smile. A yawn escapes your mouth as you kick off your shoes and crawl into his bed. Your mind barely had time to begin to overthink as you had fallen asleep, curled up under his blanket.

You had spent the last few days in Aether’s room because quite frankly, it made you feel better. You felt yourself getting better. You even took a shower which shouldn’t be a big deal but it is!

You sat on the bed, brushing your hair as you hummed a tune that your ghoul often played for you on his guitar. You were so caught up in yourself you didn’t hear the door open or hear the guitar case hit the ground.

“Darling?”

The voice causes you to stop what you were doing and look up.

Your eyes widen with joy, “Aether!”

Without thinking, you crawled over to the edge of the before leaping into his arms. He grunts at the force. You can’t help the tears that escape as you hug him tighter. He lifts you up from the bed fully causing you to wrap your legs around him. His hands lay on your ass as he gives it a gentle squeeze. A smile hasn’t left your face.

He hears you sniffle and lets out a chuckle which you can feel against his chest. “I’m here now, (Y/N). I promise I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

You pull your head away from his neck and wipe some of the tears away with a smile. Looking down at his lips, you give him an urgent kiss which he responds to immediately. You pull away after a few moments before remembering he still had his mask on. You gently take it off before tossing it on the floor. You didn’t care what if Papa yelled at you. Your grin widens as you caress his face, “My handsome ghoul,” you whisper as you press kisses all over his face and finally his lips.

“Ugh, that’s disgusting.” The voice of the fire ghoul comes from the doorway before he walks away.

Your smile turns into a scowl, backing your face away from Aether’s face, you both yell out, “Fuck off, Dewdrop!”

Aether let you down slowly after that and shut the door but not before pressing a kiss to your forehead. He guides you back to the bed and pulls you on top of him and immediately wraps his arms back around you. He rubs circles into your back. Sharing a few more kisses, you beg him to talk about the tour. You dismissed the question about yourself and said that you could talk about yourself tomorrow when all you wanted to do is listen to him. He began to run his fingers through your combed hair, talking about the amount of times dewdrop threw guitar picks at him on stage. The two of you laid like that for hours only you had fallen asleep on him after the first story. The ghoul beneath you could tell from the bags under your eyes and your picked-at fingers that the last few months were rough on you. It had been rough for him as well and decided that for the next tour, he would ask Papa if his mate could tag along. For now, he was just going to hold you close.

It had been the best sleep the two of you had gotten in months.

[nightynightghoul]

Omega is SO handsome

[nightynightghoul]

Dew's Necklace

I took this cheeky little post by @sister-nyx, and turned it into this grossness. Enjoy :)

TW/CW: Choking, cumming untouched, degradation, spitting, deepthroating, Mean Rain, fuck toy Dew, cum bulge

They/Them Rain (it’s my first time writing with they/them pronouns so pls let me if I messed up somewhere in there. I tried my best to catch any mistakes) 

Trans Dew, cunt/vagina/clit used

Dew doesn’t know how long he’s been in Rain's room. It’s probably been hours. Arms above his head, wrists tied to the bed posts, blond hair splayed out underneath him, creating the illusion of a halo, but he was no angel. 

He’s covered in cum, sweat, slick, tears and lube. Rain’s cum leaking from his holes, a bulge starting to form from everything he’s taken from them.

Rain’s ruthless, unforgiving. They’ve edged Dew more times than he can remember with no release. They’re using him as a fuck toy, just how Dew likes it. He likes being at Rain's mercy.

They straddle Dew’s chest, looking at his red, splotchy face. Forcefully grabbing his face making Dew look at him. They pry open his mouth and spit it in before throwing his head back into the pillow. 

“Pathetic.” Rain scoffs. The response is a mangled cry. 

Rain’s slender fingers wrap around his neck, pressing the veins on his side. Dew’s eyes roll back, his back arches, letting out a strangled moan, pussy getting wetter by the second. Their fingers apply pressure on the faint gill scars that they know are still sensitive. 

“That’s right you slut. Moan for me, and maybe I’ll let you cum,” Rain reaches behind them and slaps his cunt, splashing slick onto his thighs, “fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

Dew bucks his hips, searching for a release, trying to reach for Rain’s hand. Rain lets go of his neck. “You’re such a fucking whore. Look at you, humping the air looking for a release. You’re going to have to beg for it.” 

“Please, Rain, please. I need to cum. Ple-” He can’t finish his plea because Rain’s fingers are wrapped around his neck again.  

“Embarrassing how you’re this wet and ready to cum just from choking.” As if they haven’t been fucking him for a few hours prior to laying him down and tying his hands. 

Rain very lightly taps Dew’s face, “What if I made you cum like this? You’d like that hm?” 

“Yes please. Rain, I need to cum. It hurts,” Dew’s begging like his life depended on it. 

Rain grabs their cock, strokes it while making eye contact with Dew. “You want this?” 

The fire ghoul underneath him nods, not confident to use his voice. Rain gets on their knees and slowly interests his dick in Dew's mouth. Dew’s gagging on Rain, but won’t tap out. He’s a good boy, a good toy, he can take them. 

“Sathanas, just listen to yourself. You know you can’t take me anymore like you used to now that your gills are gone.” 

Rain hold Dew down by his throat, feeling themselves slide down his throat. They thank the lord below for the toy they’ve been blessed with. After a few more strokes they’re cumming down Dew’s throat. 

“Fuck Dew, you’re so fucking good,” Rain pants as Dew’s crying and coughing below him. 

Once Dew’s recovered from his coughing fit, they squeeze  just enough to let the fog of that pleasant, floaty feeling fill his mind and then let go. They gradually hold his throat longer and tighter around his trachea until he's gasping and writhing. 

Dew knows this is the last of it. He knows Rain's ending ritual. Dew's clit is swollen and in pain, he needs to be touched, but he knows it's not going to happen. He feels his orgasm building up with the choking alone. Thinking about the handprints on his neck that he’ll be sporting for the next few days makes him light headed. He loves it when Rain marks him as theirs. 

Dew comes untouched with a strangled cry when they squeeze just right. Rain keeps hold of his neck as he writhes out his orgasm, applying the perfect pressure that he blacks out when he finishes.

When he comes to, he finds that Rain has uncuffed him and he’s leaning against their chest. They’re combing through Dew’s hair, getting rid of all the knots. 

“Welcome back, babe.” Rain kisses Dew before carrying him to the bath where they braid his hair and wash his body, loving every bit of his body, especially his touch starved cunt.  

[nightynightghoul]

My brain would NOT let this go last night. So here you go, ghesties, just under 1000 words of the most angst I’ve probably ever written in my life. Warning, Ghoul Death under the cut! On AO3 too!

Sister Imperator was sitting rigidly at her desk when the door burst open with an earth-shaking force. Copia was standing on the other side of it, seeming to simmer with all of the rage he had ever possessed in his entire life.

"You promised!" He roared, not caring who heard him. His anger could fill the entire Ministry for all he cared. "You promised me nothing bad would happen!"

"Well of course I promised, dear." Her voice was as cutting and cold as a scalpel. "Sacrifices had to be made. I knew you wouldn’t be strong enough to do it on your own if I merely demanded it. You’re far too soft about things like that." Imperator stood from behind her desk as Copia sank into one of the chairs, too furious to even cry.

She moved beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off instantly with an acidic snarl. "Don’t touch me!" Her fingers were tainted. Grotesque and vile appendages that were only used for ill. He felt corrupted as it was; as if the blood on his own hands would stain him for the rest of his life. "You made me… Like a lamb to the slaughter; my sweet, innocent Aether. How could you?"

He could barely hear her words over his pulse hammering in his ears. "There will be others like him…"

"There’s no one like him. The Ghouls aren’t like some toy you can just discard when you're done with them. Each one… Each one leaves a hole in the Ministry when they go."

"I know that, dear. I know it hurts." Her voice was softer now, trying to get him back on her side, but his anger burned white-hot, even towards her; especially towards her.

Copia stood to his full height. "No you don't. You’ve never cared about anyone in your entire life!" The slap was loud and hot against his cheek as her heavy rings collided with the bones of his face. Copia's eyes watered and his anger seemed to cool the barest amount. He turned to face her again. A wordless crackling hostility fell like a chasm between them.

He turned suddenly. Copia had always been loyal to Sister Imperator, to the Ministry. And he owed this place an incredible debt in raising him. But he could no longer bear to call her his mother. As he crossed the threshold of the lioness' den the hallway seemed to stretch out before him like an endless purgatorial expanse. He clutched the wall, his breath finally coming in ragged, broken sobs.

Copia would remember this betrayal for the rest of his life. How he had blindly followed that black witch's twisted orders. She had said it was a binding ritual. Something to entwine their souls for an eternity. Something he had to do alone. Just him and his most beloved Ghoul.

He had prepared everything just as she had asked him to. Aether had come to him, looking as regal as ever. Unwittingly putting his earthly life in Copia's hands. And he had taken it blindly. The ritual chamber was smeared with his blood. The image of Aether, lying on that altar as Copia had lovingly cut the sigil into his chest, as carefully as he could. And Aether hadn't so much as flinched.

Copia had read the words from the book she had given him. Like a loyal, stupid dog. A binding ritual! He would have cut out his own heart to save Aether and now, he would never see his beloved Ghoul again.

It had been their first banishment, and Imperator knew. She knew what would happen. She knew how much this would crush Copia's infernal soul. So why?! He would hear Aether's voice in his head ad infinitum. The last words his Ghoul ever said, ringing like his penance bell forever.

I trust you. I love you.

He had watched as white-hot flames suddenly burst from the sigil in Aether's chest. Clutching his Ghoul's hand as if their feeble corporeal connection, their love, would have been enough to extinguish the flames. Copia had clung to Aether's fingers until the heat consuming him was too much to bear.

He finally wrenched his hand away; a ring of painful, seared skin circling the base of his thumb and across his palm and the back of his hand where Aether had gripped him in his last moments on earth. His lover's cries would haunt Copia's dreams until he died.

He had somehow made it back to his room, but his bed seemed to be more than he deserved right now. More than he ever deserved. He deserved to be torn apart, tortured, burned, flayed. Anything to equal the suffering that his beloved had endured by his own murderous hand.

Copia fell headlong onto the stones, his tears darkening the floor beneath his miserable form. At long last, body exhausted, he unwillingly crashed into a fitful slumber, his dreams as vivid and visceral as his reality. Aether stood before him, a bare-chested vision. His arms were wet to the elbows with blood. It dripped from his fingertips. The sigil was a twisting white scar in his lover's grey flesh.

Aether moved to touch him with those gore-smeared fingers but Copia recoiled from him. Mercurial tears streaked his beloved's cheeks and Copia's heart broke, reaching out to stop them. His fingertips touched the Ghoul's face, smearing the silvery tracks red with the blood -Aether's blood- on his own hands.

You're just as tainted as I was. Moreso. Aether's words were accusatory. But a sweet, eternal voice in his head washed the churning guilt from his whitewashed soul.

I trust you. I love you.

[nightynightghoul]

Rain: Mountain? Where are you?

Mountain: Right here.

Rain, looking up: Oh. Sorry, I didn't see you.

Mountain, with an awkward smile: I'm not just seen because of my head, you know. I have a body.

Rain: Yeah, but you're too tall to be recognized.

Mountain, picking Rain up: How about now?

Rain, blushing wildly: Y-Yes. Better. Much better.

[nightynightghoul]

Hc that fire ghouls are naturally super super territorial.

One of their most important jobs at the ministry is acting like guard dogs (to prevent any defilement of the property and also to keep the cemeteries free from trespassers...)

You can find them wandering in groups on the grounds - which is convenient if someone's making you feel unsafe, because they'll huddle up right around you and keep you with them until you're safe. Hell. They'll escort you home if need be.

On the other hand.... you wouldn't want to be someone trying to break in at night to steal. Fire ghouls aren't very fond of theives.

[nightynightghoul]

hi !! can we get ifrit having fun with phantom please ?

He gets along with everyone, immediately. There's no dancing around any of the others, no need to dip his toes into the water gingerly when it comes to getting to know them. Aeon is simply summoned and welcomed and finds it terribly easy to hit his stride from the get go.

You fit in well, Ifrit tells him at mass one night, eyes crinkling in the corners as he smiles and somehow still manages to seem dangerous even when trying to appear friendly. Perhaps it's the proximity that throws him, the closeness with which Ifrit sits on the pew beside him when he's sure there could be more space. He knows very little- well, is given very little information about Ifrit, who spends more time in the back rooms and shadows of the abbey since packing away the guitar. At some point, they'll all learn what a curious creature Aeon is, prone to exploration by any means possible. It's but a small shame that it will take them a moment to catch up with how quickly Aeon is prone to explore his interests.

By the time Aether actually has a moment to tell Aeon that Ifrit is an older summon, less refined, less patient- more prone to giving in to wants with no hesitation-

Well. The warning would have gone unheeded before, but by the time it happens, Aeon's already let the curiosity steer him down a dimly lit corridor. Into a dimly lit room.

He allows curiosity to pull him into Ifrit's lap, allows curiosity to force him as if controlled by strings to run his hands up Ifrit's arms, feeling and squeezing the muscles. Indulgent, Ifrit smiles that same, unsettling smile, and adjusts so he can flex his bicep for Aeon to feel.

"How strong are you?" Aeon asks, caressing. His tone is amused and relaxed, for now. He's just so interested, excited at the thought of discovery. The nerves will come later, but they aren't here now. Later, his breath will hitch in his chest and his eyes will go wide and worried while he pants out harsh breath and his body will tremble with fear and uncertainty- of this, Ifrit will make sure. But for the next few moments, Aeon is sweet and easy prey. Food to toy with, and utterly pleased with that role. He continues feeling his arm, smiling a crooked little grin with crooked little teeth. The smile only grows when Ifrit's other hand lands heavy on his thigh.

"Stronger than you," Ifrit murmurs, nostrils flaring while he scents the air on his next inhale, breathing in the electrical sparks of arousal rolling off Aeon, so close. It would be easy to push him to the ground and take him. Easier still when that's what Aeon wants him to do.

"Oh, yeah, of course," Aeon says, pleased. "But how much?" He draws his hands to Ifrit's chest, rubs flat palms over him there, and Ifrit allows it. Fights the urge to grab and grope and take and instead- like a gentleman, allows Aeon to feel and explore and grind against his thigh enough to work himself up more. "Bet you could carry me pretty easily, huh? Even if I tried to make it difficult."

Ifrit takes a deep, slow breath in and inhales the smell of the blood rushing through Aeon's veins and doesn't bother to hide the way it makes his mouth water.

"If I wanted to," Ifrit says in a low, measured tone, "it wouldn't matter what you wanted."

Aeon hums, pleased. Gaze dropping to Ifrit's mouth, and then he ducks down for the briefest tease of a kiss, the softest most maddening excuse for one, but enough to seal his own fate.

"Prove it."

[nightynightghoul]

Aurora ghoulette but I’m still figuring out my design for her

[nightynightghoul]

Phantom has that autism ADHD thing where he can learn anything as long as he has a good wifi connection.

He learned on tour thers a lot of waiting and he started buying random things he didn’t really understand and now he can solve a rubix cube really fast and he can do a bunch of cool handstands

[nightynightghoul]

bird.

will you consider

request for @aweisz

[nightynightghoul]

Fire ghouls but they're scaly like a dragon.

Just super thick, scaly skin to protect them from the heat.

They shed in the summer and then for like a month after they have really bright colors on their throats (like how some birds are brightly colored to attract mates).

trans ifrit who goes on HRT when he's on the surface and his first shed he gets a bright throat patch and it's just gender euphoria for weeks.

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Swiss, muttering to himself as he goes about cleaning the kitchen: "Gonna take 'em to Outback Steakhouse, so I can put meat in their mouth-" -suddenly aware of the fact that he's in a public space, looking around, locks eyes with Dew- "...Don't judge me." Dew, taking out his headphones: "What?" Swiss: "I said do you want to go to Outback Steakhouse?" Dew, without pause: "If you wanna stick meat somewhere, you should have said Arby's, their fucking slogan is 'We have the meats', dude." Swiss, slapping his cleaning rag on the counter: "Fuck you for being so smart-"

[nightynightghoul]

Terzo, touching Omega's tail in a friendly manner: Hello, dear Omega. How is the-

Omega: *involuntary moan*

The rest of the ghouls, ghoulettes, and Papa's at the dining table: 😶

Omega, going still: I- I can explain.

Terzo, smiling tenderly: No need, it's quite alright. Please, do not be-

Swiss, from the other end of the table: GAY!