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ghoulette-knell · 5 months

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the ghouls are sent out as a pack to basically go on a road trip. how do you think it goes?

OMGGGG SOOO CHAOTIC!! I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS YALL DONT EVEN KNOW ✨✨

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Roadtrip

Papa and the Nameless Ghouls have started their tour, which means all of them trapped in a small van for hours at a time. That means trouble.

SFW✨

TW: None ❤️

Word Count: 1,617

Copia Emeritus tiredly marched to the tour van that was holding all 8 of his tired Ghouls and Ghoulettes. He was holding a thermal mug of kid’s temp coffee, and eye bags to show he truly needed the caffeine. The one downside to touring for the ministry was dealing with his Ghouls for so long.

This would be a nightmare…

As the anti-pope approached the van, he could already see it shaking, and could hear hysterical laughter from within that could belong only to Swiss. Papa huffed, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and opened the door to the van.

"Papa!" "Hey, Papa!"

The voices belonged to Swiss and Aurora, the most energetic of the Ghouls. They just fed off of each other's energy all the time. Copia couldn't understand how the two of them either didn't get sick of each other or didn't grow physically tired from screaming, dancing, and running around all the time.

Cumulus sighed and nodded in greetings toward Copia as he sat down in the van beside of a slumbering Mountain. Mountain was the smartest of the group, as he was equipped with sound-proof headphones to block out Swiss and Aurora for the whole trip.

"Listen, Ghouls," the Papa commented, getting everyone's attention (minus Mountain, but he really didn't need to hear what was being said because he acted like an angel 24/7), "We have a long 5-hour drive. It's 4am, and frankly, I want to sleep like Mountain over here. Please, for the love of Satan, do not be loud."

Swiss and Aurora giggled while shooting little glances at one another.

"Of course, Papa. We will all behave," Cirrus, who was like the mother of the Ghouls, replied while shooting Aurora a knowing look, silently telling the youngest Ghoulette to behave, "Let's all just get some shut-eye, okay?"

Sodo elbowed Swiss in the side as the driver of the van began to move, "Only person you'll have to worry about is Swiss I assume. Everyone else here is as tired as you are, Papa. We will be quiet."

Copia exhaled and nodded while placing his travel bag on his lap. He dug out a sleeping mask and a small pillow, which he placed against the window so he could lean on it and hopefully get some shuteye, "Good to hear. Now I am going to try and sleep. Do not wake me up."

Although the anti-pope's words were law, Aurora and Swiss alike weren't very intimidated. Copia liked to appear tough and scary, but in reality, he was a sweet, thoughtful guy that no one in the ministry feared. That wasn't a sign of weakness though. Copia was highly respected by the Ghouls, Ghoulettes, and other members of the ministry, but they weren't afraid of him.

Cirrus and Sodo both shot looks towards Aurora and Swiss before joining Papa and Mountain in their slumber. That just left Cumulus, Rain, Phantom, Swiss, and Aurora that were awake.

"What do you guys wanna do?" Phantom whispered towards the remaining-awake Ghouls, "I want to jam a bit but I doubt Copia would appreciate that."

Swiss looked over at Phantom with mischief in his eyes. The younger Ghoul looked up to Swiss immensely, and Swiss knew this. He liked to capitalize on the fact that Phantom wanted to impress him so badly.

"Well, if you really want my advice on how to pass some time, Aurora and I really love pranks," Swiss cracked with a devious smile, "I'm sure you know this already."

Phantom's tail began to wag at the sound of being included in one of Swiss and Aurora's legendary pranks, "What did you have in mind?"

Cumulus cleared her throat and glared at the three other Ghouls. They couldn't see her eyes due to her mask, but they all knew she was looking at them in annoyance and disappointment.

"You all heard what Papa, Cirrus, and Sodo said. No pranks. Just let them sleep. We all have a hectic day ahead of us."

"Don't be such a buzzkill," Rain commented from beside Sodo; the fire-Ghoul's head resting on his shoulder as he drifted into sleep, "Let them do what they want. It'll be amusing, and frankly, we have a lot of driving on this tour. Let them have their fun because we are all going to have to do this over and over again."

No one anticipated Rain to be on Swiss' side. He was usually very quiet and obedient to Papa, but he knew Swiss and Aurora's pranks were harmless. The water-Ghoul was right; anything to pass the time would be appreciated.

Cumulus just huffed and turned her head away from the scheming Ghouls, "Whatever. If I find out you included me in this prank, I will not be happy."

"Don't worry, Cumulus!" Aurora giggled while playfully leaning her head onto the older Ghoulette's shoulder, "You and Cirrus won't get pranked. We know the two of yours' wrath is scarier than anything Papa or the boys could do. You're both safe."

This was true. Cirrus was probably the scariest member of the entire ministry. It took a lot to piss her off, but when she did reach that boiling point, it was ugly. Everyone involved would regret messing with her; no doubt about that.

The air-Ghoulette just huffed and shut her eyes, attempting to get some sleep, just like the rest of the members of the band. Phantom couldn't help but chuckle and turn to face Swiss and Aurora.

"What's the plan then, you two?"

Swiss chuckled lightly and motioned for the two younger Ghouls to get close so he could whisper to them, "It's kind of stupid, but it's a harmless prank which is the important part. We don't want to get our asses beaten by Papa if we wake him up."

The three Ghouls exchanged whispers and muffled laughter as they contemplated what they would do. After a few moments, they figured out their plan.

It would take incredible care to make this work. They would need to be very gentle, careful, and quiet.

Phantom's job was to make sure everyone was asleep. He would wave his clawed hands in front of the sleeping Ghouls' faces to see if they would have any reflexive response. Luckily, everyone, even Rain and Cumulus, had drifted off to sleep.

Aurora's job was to steal everyone's masks. Yes, that's right-- steal everyone's masks.

The Ghoulette skillfully padded over to the unexpecting members of her band, and with her perfectly manicured hands, began to peel the masks off her fellow Ghouls. The driver of the van snickered to himself as he watched this whole prank take place-- secretly thanking Satan that he wasn't a target.

Now, once all of the masks had been collected, it was time for Swiss' job. His job was to mismatch the masks and give them back to the wrong Ghoul...

"They're going to kill us," Aurora giggled quietly while peeling away Sodo's mask; the blond Ghoul not reacting in the slightest as his mask was removed, revealing his face.

Swiss chuckled and took the mask from Aurora and nibbled his lip in thought. The multi-Ghoul was contemplating about which mask should go to which Ghoul...

He finally decided that Sodo's mask would go to Mountain (due to the fact that Sodo had the smallest head, and Mountain had the biggest), Mountain's would go to Sodo, Cumulus' would go to Rain, Rain's would go to Cirrus, and Cirrus'... they would have to find something else to do with Cirrus' helmet.

Phantom high-fived Aurora and Swiss before settling into his own seat; a small yawn leaving his lips, "I'm going to try and get some sleep now. Thanks for including me in this little prank. It was very fun."

Swiss approvingly nodded while patting Phantom's shoulder, "Thanks for joining in. It'll be nice for Papa to take his anger out on someone besides Aurora and me for once. Who knows? Maybe you'll join our little pranks more often. You did your job very well."

Phantom swelled with pride at Swiss' compliment. He even managed to purr a little bit; his tail swishing around in happiness, "Thanks, Swiss."

Aurora purred at the sight, and as Phantom settled into his own slumber, she leaned her head on Swiss' shoulder.

"It's really sweet that you've decided to include him like this," she whispered to her best friend as Phantom began to doze off, "I can tell he really looks up to you."

Swiss chuckled, revealing his teeth from the opening in his mask as he did so, "It's nice. Phantom is a good Ghoul, and he will do a good job for the ministry. Someone's got to take him under their wing, and Sodo isn't really the type to befriend the new Ghouls. I'm more than happy to show Phantom that we aren't all antisocial jerks."

Aurora hesitantly grabbed Cirrus' helmet from under her seat, which was where Phantom had left it. She eyed Swiss expectantly; a toothy grin appearing on her perfect lips, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Oh, hell yes I am, Aurora," the multi-Ghoul replied while slowly removing Phantom's mask from his head; fully betraying the young Ghoul. He placed Cirrus' mask on Phantom's head, quietly stifling his giggles.

He knew Phantom would be upset, but Swiss was secretly protecting the younger Ghoul. No one would suspect he was apart of this prank if he too was pranked. Phantom would definitely have to work up to become on the same level as he and Aurora were-- they had thick enough skin and a ton of pranking experience to be able to take the punishments.

Swiss was doing Phantom a favour, and besides...

No one was immune from Aurora and Swiss' pranks...

#fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #one shot #ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #nameless ghoul #nameless ghoulette #nameless #ghoul #ghoulette #sfw #road trip #papa emeritus iv

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astrum99 · 3 months

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@patronsaintofdemons from original post

*runs at u* *snatches u by the arm* *shaking u shaking u* I GOT U. YOU RE NOW A VICTIM OF MY THOGHTS . DO NOT RESIST.

No joke I woke up yesterday morning at 4am, saw ur tags, and couldn’t get back so sleep for a whole hr bc I got so excited to talk abt whatever funky waves my brain is generating ( I am at peak obsession right now, I am generating enough energy to power a small city))

Sorry if I’m being awfully deranged. I'm not used to being Comprehended and Perceived as an existing entity. Please excuse the part of me that is vibrating so hard I am about to emit light beams from my eyes like some sort of cartoon character. Anyways.

Ultrakill, so far, doesn’t actually have a super complex lore. The story is succinctly simple and tragic. The characters as well. I won't focus on that because my obsession lies in Gabriel. From your tags, it looks like you haven’t gotten deep into the game (yet), so I don’t want to spoil the fun if you ever decide to watch a playthrough of the game, or play the game yourself.

And I can avoid spoilers because, for this post, what I latched onto is not his character arc, but his inherent setting of “an angel”.

“Why are you thinking of an angel”

Well. For starters. I wasn’t thinking about angels at first. I was thinking about his thighs and what he got down there.

Stay with me. The horniness is fading. The poetry is starting. (shaking you)

Click see below.

No? As if you had a choice.

Jokes on you, I lied. This is less of a poetry and way more of an incomprehensible ramble on why Gabriel is irresistible to me. I hope you enjoy it anyway. <3

Humans are largely made of storytelling and wonder. A desire to strip back layers and layers until a deep, concise answer is found. Then we move on. The study of magic: biochemistry, aerodynamics, fusion physics. We boil the universe down to the barest essentials, then examine some more. We looked inside ourselves: blood, plasma, enzymes. Until we reach the concept of consciousness and suddenly, we are incapable of going further. Attention turned to the sky: planes and rockets; astronomy and “what happened before the Big Bang?” in a child's voice. And we saw that the stars were moving further away from us, faster too, and we thought "we'd have to keep going."

It is at these ends that things become interesting. Never-ending debates of questions that will never be solved because of our inability to go beyond the limits. Reaching the skybox of the universe and unable to do anything more than to speculate what lies further still.

It is no wonder that the thought of an angel captivates man. If it exists, then its nature of being far outside of our observational capability becomes the ultimate lure for artists and scientists alike.

For example, what form would it take? A question of pure speculation, no different than a child's image of aliens. Brainstorming shapes and curvatures and weight in the three-dimensional space, fruitless and fantastical.

An abstract form, perhaps. So abstract that it becomes a type of cosmic horror or a Lovecraftian horror. The burning of eyes, the melting of mind. To lay eyes on it is to condemn yourself to death. Radioactive elephant's foot. We'd try to see it regardless.

A holy being, perhaps. Formed like a man but spills pure light when cut. Would it even cut? What does it mean if the imperfect blade made from the hands of a lowly man had sliced through its skin? Skin? Does it have skin? Like a salamander? Like a leopard? Can a creature’s skin contain the light of god? …Would it leak like a broken puppet? Does it sometimes hate itself like how some of us hate the silhouette of our shadows?

A man, perhaps. Uncertain if it became an angel because the mold of humankind was filled to the brim with divinity, or if it is divine because the pile of carbon assumed the role of an angel. Does it know? Does it wonder? Does it see man in itself, and itself in man? Does it feel lonely to be separated from its lightless siblings that wander the earth freely and sinfully?

And if it is man, as physical as it can be, how close am I to it? …What makes you sacred? Can I see? Can I touch? Can I study your form as millions of humans studied every inch of their world, concrete and abstract? Do you see me as ants? Or family? Would you grieve for me as I have for the songbird?

If I cut you open, will you hold yourself down for me?

Will you forgive me for desecrating you like so?

I think I would be ok with dying by your hand if it is you: let me trade my sight to see you, let me trade my life to touch you. To know you is to cross the limits of the beasts. Sacrilegious.

… And I don’t think you’d allow me to. It’s not in your character. Another angel perhaps, from another story. But I’m thinking of you. And so I can only think, like ancestors before me, and descendants after me. Of the study of magic, of self, of sky.

Of angels.

Truthfully, I’m not a believer in a higher being, never have been, probably never will; but standing on the boundary between life and death and yearning to know the feeling of an angel’s skin under my fingertips are the closest thing to a prayer I have ever experienced. Passion burns; I tend to the fire.

And it’s so regretful that I will never know (because you are an angel) and I will never know (because you are born of fiction) and I am never supposed to know (because to completely understand something or someone is to remove the wonder and hope and passion - like how life without death is timeless and still).

So, this is a love letter of sorts. Because I can’t be the only one craving to know every crease and crevice of this holy being made wearing the same shell as a creature who roams the earth blindly, bumbling, and mad.

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By the way, please excuse grammar issues. Both my writing in the original post and this one are messy and not thoroughly edited. I just type my brain words out in one setting (partially because uni is in full swing). Sorry if this is on the too-long side of things. I was 700 words into my take on human storytelling before I went: “wait, I’m going way off topic” haha Hope this version is more palatable!

Also just wanna let you know: I just started posting my writing, so your tags were one of the first few that came in and got me really excited! I’m always so happy to read the tags of people who enjoyed my stuff. Thank you!

#gabriel ultrakill #<- im really sorry for flooding the tag #but this is abt the character #and so far i haven't made a tagging system yet #i'll consider one if i keep writing #sorry!!!#also i love tags i adore them everyone that tag gets a kiss on the cheeks from me (and everyone that dont gets a hug anyways)#im not used to being perceived and I'm so happy yall like my stuff <333 #az thoughts

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sageinacage · 3 years

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Hellooo I saw you were taking requests again!! :D Would you be alright doing a bit of a hurt/comfort ish playful fic like Tommy asking techno to help train him. Techno notices that tommy starts to completely overwork himself and comforts him about like not feeling good enough to be techno's brother and techno playfully tickling him to force him to take a break? I'm sorry if this was a long prompt, it's 4am lol... Thank you so much!! :D

summary: tommy wants to be as strong as his brother techno, but doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to a/n: sorry i haven’t been active this weekend :[ im on the last 3 weeks of school and they’re piling so much stuff WAAAH warnings: swearing, self consciousness, self doubt (this is a hurt/comfort fic!) w/c: 1.6k

DSMP

“Techno, how did you get to be so… strong?”

“Hard work, Tommy. A lotta’ hard work.”

Tommy huffed, crossing his arms. That was definitely not the answer he wanted, because the boy wanted to be a force to be reckoned with now. “Well… what kind of hard work?” He egged on, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Well, experience is a big one- I’ve done a lot of fighting and gained a lot of perspective from that… uhhhh… I study books with ancient techniques? I uhhh, let me put some thought into this, kid,”

Techno continued to think, putting a hand to his chin in thought. None of these Tommy liked, as they both took much time, perseverance, and he was just too young to have had as much experience as his brother. “Oh, I’ve trained a lot-”

“Aha! Training! How do I train?” Tommy cheered, almost leaping with how excited he got. The boy assumed he would be able to be unstoppable after one training session, but his older brother didn’t know how to convey that it wasn’t possible- but also didn’t want to crush his spirits at the same time.

“Tommy,” Techno started, then let out a long sigh, “..it’s not that easy. I’d be willing to help but-”

“Let’s go now then, big man!” The blonde exclaimed triumphantly, marching towards the entrance to their house’s backyard. Techno watched him stomp out the room towards the back exit, shaking his head and following the boy.

When he arrived outside, Tommy was already in a set of armor with his sword out, grinning madly at Techno. With an amused huff, the piglin picked up his sword and stood a good distance from in front of him.

“Alright, the first thing is stance. Make sure you’re standing so you’ll be able to block on any side of you.” Techno placed his sword down, heading to Tommy. He gently moved his arms and shoulders to be in a preferred position. The boy stood there, completely stiff like a statue.

“Y’know you gotta loosen up, you need to be able to block and dodge attacks and can’t do that when you’re stone.”

“I gotta be like stone, so I can’t be knocked down!”

Techno shook his head, pushing his hand into Tommy’s side, making him fall on the grass. “That wasn’t fair!” Tommy whined, getting up and brushing the dirt off of his light armor. “All is fair in fights, kid. You never know what your opponent will do.” The piglin explained, pushing up his glasses.

Tommy muttered something under his breath, getting into the fighting stance his brother showed him. “I’m ready!” He announced, Tech sighing. “Tommy, you need to know the basics before going into battle.” He frowned, crossing his arms. “There are no basics in war!” Tommy rebuttals, using the phrase Techno used earlier against him.

“Actually there is-”

“I didn’t ask!” Tommy ran at Techno, falling onto the dirt as the man stepped to the side. “You don’t just run at someone and expect to get a hit on them, smartass.” He playfully flicked his brother’s head, who grumbled and got up, trying to get more hits on Techno.

The piglin continued to step out of the way, eventually sighing and easily disarming him from his blunt training sword.

“Tommy-”

“I can’t do it! How can I even be your brother?! I can barely even hold the sword, it's so heavy! I’m done with this, I’ll never be as strong as you!” Tommy fumed, throwing his armor off and stomping inside the house to go up to his room. Techno put his training sword away, sighing softly. ‘The kid has potential, he just gets ahead of himself.’ Techno thought, then heading inside to go upstairs to check up on his little brother.

“Can I come in?” He knocked on the door, hearing a small ‘no’ from inside. Techno huffed. “Please? I want to talk to you, Toms.” He asked again, then hearing nothing. “Fine.” Tommy gave him permission to come in, which Techno gladly took.

“Hey,” His brother sat at the foot of his bed, looking at him. “You’re just so cool. You’re Technoblade, everyone knows you as strong and scary. And… and I’m just Tommy. The little brother, the obnoxious one.” He ranted, sniffling softly as he curled his knees in and hiding his face.

“I wouldn’t say that, Tommy. I’ve heard people talk about how brave you are, which I’m gonna have to agree with. Also, you’re not obnoxious, I wouldn’t want to hang out with you if you were.” Techno showed him a small smile, opening his arms. Tommy leaped into them, wrapping his arms around his brother and holding his cape with an iron grip.

“Really? People think that?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you about that, kid.”

“I am pretty brave and cool, I gotta say,” Tommy chuckled softly at himself, his giggles slowly growing as Techno sighed at him. “Oh, I’ll give you something to laugh about!” He exclaimed playfully, his dull claws shifting around his waist.

“TEHehehechno!” Tommy made the poor mistake of shifting onto his back, so now he was just sprawled across his brother’s lap, stuck in his tickly grasp. “Tommy!” Techno playfully mocked, snickering at Tommy’s small growl in defiance.

“You’re really brave to try to rebuttal my attack, ain'tcha?” He spoke lowly, slipping one of his hands under Tommy’s loose shirt to lightly scratch at the sensitive skin around his belly. “Yohou suhUHUCK!” He complained, kicking his legs out in front of him. “What did you just say to me? You really are fearless.”

The boy was about to smile triumphantly until a blunt claw gently scritched over the bundle of nerves over his hip bone. “SHIHIHIT- Nohot thahahat!” Tommy complained. “Sohomewhehere else!”

“Y’know Tommy, when I tickle Ranboo right here he’d dip out right away. You must be tough if you can withstand this!” Techno praised, a fond smile washing over his face. Tommy continued to shake his head, the ticklish sensations making him tingle all over.

“Hmmm, let’s see if I could make you break. Highly doubt it for how well you’re taking it though, kid.” He chortled before laying Tommy down and skittering both his fingers up his sides. “IT’S SOHO BAHAHAD!” He arched his back, a wheeze escaping him. The claws continued to explore up his sides, dragging back down before stopping at his upper ribs to scribble over the ticklish skin there.

“WHIHIHIYYY?!” Tommy whined, slamming his arms down. “Because!” Techno smirked, drilling his fingers as they were trapped and he couldn’t wiggle them anymore. “THAHAHAT’S WOHOHORSE!” He screeched, the piglin just laughing. “Then free me, smarty!” His fingers continued to drill and prod as much as they could, shifting up to reach his underarms.

“NOHOHO! IT’LL BEHE EVEN WOHOHORSE!” Tommy grumbled, kicking his legs. “Good observation, Tommy! Never let your enemy get an advantage!” His brother praised again, smiling down at him. The grumpiness in the boy’s tone turned more gleeful, the pinkette grunting in success.

“But what if the enemy planned a surprise attack?!” Techno exclaimed, leaning his head down to blow a raspberry over the upper part of his tummy, repeating the action but on his navel next time. “I WIHILL SUHUHURVIVE!” Tommy retorted, trying to push at his head. “I’d like to see you try.” He challenged, lifting his shirt a small bit before leaning down to place nibbles along his lower belly and around his hips.

“FUHUHUCK! TEHEHECHNOHO!” He threw his head back, still holding onto Techno’s hair but not really pushing him away. Techno was genuinely surprised- usually, his nibbles can kill anyone and make them plead for mercy. “Wow Tommy, you can withstand my nibbles? You must really be a champ, huh kid?” He complimented, smiling at Tommy’s giddy squeal.

Techno knew how much Tommy needed this, he needed to hear how actually brave and tough he was, because the truth was the kid was strong, just needed to hear it to believe it. “You were able to survive that, but can you survive this?” He devilishly smiled, moving his claws over to scritch at his lower tummy as he nibbled up his sides.

“YOHOHOU’RE HOHORRIBLE!” Tommy shrieked, kicking his legs and arching his back, but still wasn’t begging for mercy like Techno thought he would. “Able to survive again? This is like the hardest time I’ve had tiring someone out, Toms.” Techno admitted, Tommy giggling and happily chortling in response. He was genuinely proud of himself, feeling stronger than ever.

“Alright. I give up.” Techno chuckled, pulling his brother in for a hug while he calmed down. “I wohohon!” Tommy announced excitedly, hugging him back. “Yeah yeah, whatever.” The piglin sighed contently, pulling away.

“You know Tommy, being strong is more than just physical strength. You gotta have the right mindset, and you’ve definitely got it. I’ve never met someone as strong-willed, enthusiastic, and brave as you.” Techno explained, rubbing his stomach and side area, trying to help with the after-tickles.

“Reheally?”

“Yeah, really.” Techno chuckled, getting up. “How about I teach you a lesson in some historic techniques in fighting, I think you’ll find it interesting.”

“Books are so boring- ugh, fine.” Tommy crossed his arms, standing up and stretching, before following his brother out of the room. “What were you boys doing?! I thought Tommy was being attacked for a hot minute.” Phil laughed from the kitchen, seeing them walk by. “I beat Techno in a tickle fight, that’s what happened!” Tommy laughed, nudging his brother.

“Yep. He beat me. Strong kid, I tell ‘ya.”

#SBI my beloved #mcyt tickle #lee!tommy #ler!techno #ler!technoblade #my writing

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