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Dawg imagine being a new ghost fan like “oh cool I like this kinda anti church Satan band, I wonder if they have any kind of fandom?” And then you see us posting about morally dubious mind control and debating if you can put a dick in gills

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you know that it takes two

or a swissdew fic I wrote after haphazardly tailoring some ghost pants bc I am incredibly short and I ate shit when I tried them on.

Contains some light feminization and a semi-public handjob. This got a lot dirtier than I intended lol

The rising sun filters in past the blinds, casting long shadows and catching the dust motes in the air. The tv in the common room is on, playing some baking show Swiss isn't quite awake enough to process, volume too low for him to really make out without subtitles. He's sprawled on his back on the couch, one foot hooked over the back, eyes half open.

He's awake earlier than normal and he's not sure why. Not that it matters. His body must've just decided it was time to be awake, so he had made his way out here, waiting for any of his packmates to wake up and join him.

Swiss lays there for a long moment before the sound of padding feet makes his gaze snap to the doorway. Dew steps into the common room, stretching with an audible crack that makes Swiss groan in sympathy.

He's a vision, even bedraggled, and Swiss offers him a lazy smile and waves the hand that had been idly scratching at his stomach. Dew hums in acknowledgment, quietly making his way over to the couch.

As he gets closer, Swiss gets a better view of what the fire ghoul's wearing: a shirt that's obviously Aether's by the way it comes down to mid thigh, sliding off his shoulder and exposing a sharp collar bone. More interesting are the lounge pants, cuffs rolled up three times, and Swiss could bet that the drawstrings are triple knotted so they don't slip down Dew's narrow hips. There's a pattern, and Swiss cocks his head as he takes in the Cardinal's face, the ghoul masks, the band's logo and Grucifixes.

"Didn't think you were a merch of your own band kind of guy, spitfire" he chuckles, stretching and baring his fangs as he yawns.

"Fine, I stole them a few weeks back, need to hem them. Might talk Rain into doing it," Dew says, hissing as his foot catches on one of the pant legs and he stumbles. Swiss reaches out on impulse, but the fire ghoul rights himself with a grumble. "Shut up, 'm fine. they're comfortable."

"You do look comfortable," Swiss concedes. “C'mere,” he says, patting his chest in invitation. Dew accepts almost eagerly, laying down in the vee of Swiss's legs.

Dew rests the back of his head on Swiss's chest, and Swiss sputters teasingly as he overemphasizes spitting out Dew's hair, falling out of its bun.

"Knock it off," Dew slurs as he gets comfortable, a rusty purr rattling his slight frame. If he's unusually snuggly, neither of them mention it.

Swiss noses at Dew's hair, wrapping an arm around his waist, getting a good feel of the pants, the sharp hipbones underneath. "I get it," he whispers, half paying attention to the tv. "Those feel soft. Think they might fit me?"

He doesn't need to see Dew's face to know he's rolling his eyes. "Mine," he says in lieu of an answer. “You can get your own.”

He hums, idly playing with the waistband, the drawstrings (he was right, they are triple knotted). He means nothing of it, content with a lapful of fire ghoul, but then his hand trails just a little bit lower and he finds it.

A small, plastic button right over the front of the pants, where the fly in a pair of boxers would be. Swiss's fingers fiddle with the button, and the next thing he knows, there's claws pressing at the back of his hand. Not piercing skin yet, just warning.

"Swiss, what're-" Dew stammers, stiff as a board as he turns to look up at him.

He blinks, glancing down at the smaller ghoul as he realizes what he's doing. "Shit, Dew-" he goes to apologize, but there's an undeniable throb underneath his knuckles, a damp spot growing in the soft fabric of his pants. A shit eating grin splits his face and he noses again at Dew's hair. It smells of Mountain's shampoo, bergamot and tea tree. It suits him. "Say the word and I'll stop. Promise."

They lay there frozen, eyes locked as the silence says more than either of them could. Dew lets go of his hand and Swiss smiles, kissing him.

Swiss plays with the button until it slips out of the buttonhole, and he slides his hand into the fly. They both groan at the touch of skin on skin, Dew having forgone underwear. He's so warm between his thighs, especially the line of his cock, already desperately hard and leaking.

He presses the heel of his hand against it and Dew jerks in his lap, cock blurting precum. He's seen Dew worked up enough times to know what it looks like, the tip ruddy and shiny, dripping into the coarse curls at the base.

“Easy, spitfire,” Swiss whispers in his ear, nipping gently at the point of it. Dew makes a hurt little noise, head tipping back against his chest. His own dick throbs, filling out and pressing against the small of Dew's back.

He doesn't wrap his fingers around Dew's cock, just gently pets up and down the shaft, slicking it with his own pre. Every so often he brushes a calloused fingertip down the seam of his balls and Dew hisses, turns his face to hide in Swiss's chest. Swiss can feel his pulse already, little cock throbbing in time against his palm. A wave of scent, woodsmoke and spice, hits him like a bus.

“So worked up, sweetheart, aren't you?” Swiss coos, his other hand coming up to grab at Dew's jaw. He tilts the fire ghoul's face up, makes him make eye contact. Dew's eyes, normally like shiny copper pennies, are engulfed by blown pupils.

“Swiss-” Dew chokes out, but then Swiss is kissing him, all filthy and far too hungry for this early in the morning. Dew's pliant, sleep still clinging to him, and he yields immediately, letting Swiss lick into his mouth like there's something sweet at his center. And there is, isn't there? Not awake enough to put up the front, stripped bare to the softest version of him?

Dew moans frantically into the kiss, and Swiss pulls back, golden gaze hardening, lips spit-slick. “Quiet, spitfire,” he whispers, squeezing his stiff little cock. “You don't want the rest of the pack finding you like this, do you? So damn easy, with my hand in your pants?”

Dew groans, a little quieter. “Lucifer, fucking- Swiss,” he shudders in his lap as the multi-ghoul finally wraps his fingers around him properly.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He coos, squeezing Dew's jaw a little, dimpling his cheeks as he fishes him out of the pants, not bothering with pushing them down, just pulling him through the fly. Just as he thought, the head is cherry red and shiny, the same color that his cheeks have turned, the blush spilling down past the collar of Aether's shirt.

“Fucking- shit- make me cum,” he sputters.

“Is that how we ask, pretty girl?” Swiss growls low in his throat, but he starts jerking him off anyways. The slick head of his dick peeks out from his fist, but it covers the rest of him.

Dew groans, hips bucking up into Swiss's fist, drooling precum over his knuckles. He fights against the hand on his jaw, trying to hide, but Swiss won't let him. He stills his hand, and Dew makes a noise like he's been punched in the gut.

”Ask nicely, sweetheart," he says, their foreheads pressed together, unable to look anywhere but at each other.

Dew's breathing is uneven, chest heaving. Except for his panting, there's silence for a long moment.

“Please make me cum, Swiss,” Dew almost whimpers.

Swiss grins, a blinding flash of fangs as he jerks Dew off. His grip tightens ever so slightly and the fire ghoul keens, tail wrapped tight around Swiss's thigh as he fights to lay still.

Every jerk of Dew's hips ruts him against Swiss's cock, painfully hard in his sweats, but he ignores it for the squirming mess in his lap. He rucks up Aether's shirt, exposing his nearly concave belly, his nipple rings glinting in the early sunlight. He was right. The blush goes down past his nipples, makes the silver jewelry really stand out.

“Such a good girl for me, Dewey,” Swiss says, punctuating it with a kiss to his cheek, oddly tender compared to the way he jerks him. “Lettin' me touch you like this out in the open, where anybody could see you this needy. They'd want you like this, spitfire, such a pretty little mess for me. You'd let them watch, wouldn't you?”

Dew's breath hitches, writhing in Swiss's lap as his free hand snakes up to play with the silver rings threaded through his nipples. His spindly fingers catch around Swiss's wrist, not trying to stop him, just desperate for something to hang on to. His other claws at the couch cushion, puncturing the fabric with his needle sharp claws.

“Will you say it for me, spitfire?” Swiss asks, speeding up the hand on Dew's cock.

Dew swallows hard, making aborted little thrusts up into Swiss's hand.

“Say what?” Dew asks through grit teeth, eyes half lidded as Swiss moves his hand down to roll his balls in his hand.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Swiss says, and Dew just barely bites back a cry as he squeezes ever so slightly. “You know what I want you to say. Say it and I promise I'll make you cum so hard, make you make a mess of yourself.”

Dew makes another hurt noise, mumbling something under his breath.

“Ah-ah, baby, I can't understand you, use your words,” Swiss says. He knows it's cruel, but Dew's dick jerks in his hand and he can't be damned to care. “What are you, spitfire?” he prompts, giving his dick a little squeeze in encouragement.

Dew cries out, too far gone to even try and muffle himself. “'M your girl, please just fucking make me cum, Swiss, please!”

His voice hitches deliciously, and Swiss smiles, unable to deny him anything.

“So good for me, sweetheart,” Swiss coos, starting to jerk him off, picking up the pace until Dew's writhing frantically in his lap again. “So fucking good, Dewdrop, such a good girl for me, that's it.”

He feels Dew's cock stiffen impossibly harder in his hand, feels his balls draw up against his knuckles. “C'mon, baby, cum for me, make a pretty mess for me.”

Dew wails, dick throbbing in time with his pulse as he spills, shooting over Swiss's knuckles as cum splatters across his belly, all the way up to his pierced nipples. Swiss doesn't ease up, cooing in his ear the entire time. “There it is, that's it, doing so good for me, spitfire, give it to me.”

He peppers little kisses over the side of Dew's face as the fire ghoul writhes, the stimulation pushing into too much. He doesn't try to stop it, lets Swiss keep jerking his spent little cock, fangs sinking deep into his lower lip.

His entire body goes slack when Swiss eventually lets him go. ”Fuck, Swiss,“ Dew laughs incredulously, narrow chest heaving as he comes down.

Swiss can't help but return his grin. ”Yeah? Good?“

Dew smacks him with no real heat. “No fucking shit, Swiss.”

Swiss kisses his temple, reaching around to wipe Dew's cum up with his fingers, sucking them into his mouth with an obscene groan. Dew's cock kicks weakly.

“You want me to-?”

“Nah, I think I'm good,” Swiss says, pulling his fingers out of his mouth with a wet pop. “More than satisfied with this, spitfire.”

Dew's blush hasn't receded yet, but he settles down against Swiss's chest, yanking his shirt down and getting comfortable again.

Swiss laughs, pressing one more kiss to Dew's temple. He reaches down, tenderly taking Dew's cock in hand, tucking it away. He grins as he does up the little button.

#swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #words || dot

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Finally did it. The sweaty Mountain/Aeon thing that just ran off and did its own thing at the end

Cw: sweat kink, kinda soft Dom Aeon popping up a bit, Aeon calls Mountain dumb once, a shifting power dynamic at the start (but I fuck with subby Mountain ok I can't be blamed!)

He feels it dripping down his spine as he plays, hair soaked under the helmet, shirt clinging like a second skin completely soaked through with sweat. His pants are no better, tight and only made tighter the wetter they get.

He's used to it but he still tries to shake the sweat from his hands before he grabs hold of Cumulus and Dew, keeping his grip loose and dropping them as soon as the bows are finished. He's still sheepish about it when someone bumps against him, offering an unnecessary apology.

It's not like they mind, some even like it. He can't count the times Rain had grabbed hold of him, dragging his fingers and tongue across his wet skin, taking him into the shower and taking his time to wash him off, clinging to him even once they are back on the bus.

He's not really expecting it as he walks off the stage this time, groaning and ready to get out of his wet clothes. He's not prepared for Aeon to grab hold of his arm and yank him off into one of the dressing rooms.

"What are yo-"

His words are swallowed by Aeon slamming their mouths together, his tongue quickly sliding between Mountain's lips and gliding along his. His entire front is pressed as tight as he can manage, already grinding against Mountain's soaked pants.

Mountain had already been sitting heavy against his thigh, a hot pulse running through him as he played, the adrenaline and the energy from the crowd having his cock fattening up. But now with Aeon rubbing up against him, grinding and whining like he's desperate for it, Mountain's cock is a ridged line down his thigh.

He wraps a big hand around Aeon's neck, not squeezing, just pushing him back enough to smirk down at him.

"Needy little thing."

He whines, tipping his head back to offer more of his throat. "Rain always snatches you after the show... could never get back here fast enough."

"Jealousy is cute on you."

Something shifts in Aeon's eyes and he grabs Mountain's shoulders and pushes until he falls into the chair.

"Shut up." He straddles his thighs gracefully, making quick work of opening Mountain's pants. He presses his cheek to his wet shoulder, inhaling deeply against his neck as he works his hand in to pull him out.

The giant hisses through his teeth, hips jerking at the contact. He watches Aeon when he pulls back through heavy lidded eyes, the way he licks his lips, pupils blown at the musky scent of Mountain's sweat.

"You have no idea how crazy you make all of us, do you? Can barely focus if we get too close while you're playing." He jerks him slowly, deliberate when he gets to the tip. "Want to taste you while you're playing one day, bet it's even better like that, before you have any time to cool down."

His heart races and he swallows hard when Aeon holds his eyes like a challenge.

"Shirt off."

Mountain blinks, the words trying to wade through the molasses of his mind. He hears himself ask, hears the slur in his own voice.

Aeon laughs. "Dumb is cute on you. Shirt off. Now."

He scrambles to get it off, fingers shaking over each tiny button. The shirt under his uniform is completely soaked, all but glued to his upper half, it lands hard on the floor when he gets it off and tosses it.

Aeon slides his hand down his chest, pausing to twist his fingers in the wet hair there. He presses kisses down his throat until he can drag his tongue along his chest, lapping at the salt on his skin, his grip tightening on Mountain's cock.

"Aeon-"

"Fuck you taste divine." He grinds in his lap, working his pants open as quick as he can. When he's free he grabs Mountain's wrist so he can lick over his palm, eyes fluttering at the taste of his sweat and he briefly wonders if he could suck the taste of him from the wood of his sticks. He guides his hand down to wrap around both of them. "Tight, don't let go."

He does as he's told even though it feels like his brain is dripping from his ears. He tightens his fingers around them both, eyes glistening when he drags his gaze from their cocks pressed together to meet Aeons intense stare.

He smirks, cocking his head just slightly. "Rain said you listen well."

He blushes at the idea of them sharing stories, comparing notes about him but he can't deny the heat in his blood when he thinks about them, hard behind their jeans as they recall moments they've had with the giant. He wonders if they've lost themselves in eachother with him on their minds.

Aeon rolls his hips, fucks into Mountain's fist, sweat and pre making it easy to slide against him. The sweet little punched out wheeze makes him grin and he quickens his pace to rut just right against the calluses on Mountain's hand.

He licks from Mountain's jaw up to the beading sweat on his temple, grinding harder at the salty taste on his tongue. He wants to draw this out, to slip to his knees and take him all the way down his throat until his nose is pressed into the damp curls, until all of his senses are overwhelmed with nothing but Mountain.

He wants the giant on top of him, pressing him into whatever surface is convenient, sweat dripping down on him. He wants to flip the roles, pin Mountain and take his time, press his chest to his soaking wet back, feel their skin slide together while Aeon fucks him until he can't even remember where he is.

"Aeon..." There's a warning in his devastatingly sweet voice, too close to even consider asking for mercy.

He presses his face against his neck, drinks in the scent of him, hot, musky, and his head spins. He's not going to last much longer himself, doesn't want to. There will be time to draw it out at the hotel.

"Please, please Aeon..." His eyes are so pretty when they are wet, just like the rest of him and Aeon thinks he could spend forever just watching him like this.

"Go ahead. Let me see."

Mountain tightens his grip just a fraction more, rocking his hips up to meet when Aeon rolls down. He can't think of too much beyond how good it feels and how much he likes Aeon's tongue pressed against his pulse.

Aeon tips his head down to watch, his forehead pressed to Mountain's wet shoulder. He watches and revels in how much wetter the slide of their skin is, Mountain dripping enough pre to rival a water ghoul. His mouth waters and he wants everything Mountain has to offer.

The heat coils in his belly and he grits his teeth, he won't cum first, he refuses.

"Come on, be a good boy for me. Let me see, beautiful." Mountain whimpers and ruts his hips quicker. "That's it. You're so close, come on sweetheart just-"

He watches when he cums, how it shoots up across his stomach. He watches his chest heave, the sheen of sweat catching the light and Aeon leans forward to lick the taste from his chest when he cums, adding to the wet, sticky mess.

Aeon kisses him, grinning against his lips when someone bangs on the door and says they have to leave. Mountain's eyes go wide, glancing down at the mess and back up to Aeon's face.

"But-"

"No time." He shrugs, climbing from Mountain's lap, tucking himself back into his pants.

"You planned this?"

"And if I did?" His eyes flash and he watches Mountains Adam's apple bob when he swallows. "I want to watch them want you. I'm curious who will break first."

Mountain blushes but his cock twitches despite how it lays spent against the zip of his pants. He whines when Aeon grips his chin, his thumb pressing against his lips. Heat lightning in his eyes, a warning, something that makes Mountain want to tempt fate.

"I want to watch them want you and know they can't have you. You're mine. Isn't that right?"

He nods, resisting the urge to pull Aeon's thumb between his lips. "Yes."

"That's my good boy. Grab a hoodie. Leave that." He points to their combined mess drying on his stomach.

He follows behind Aeon to the bus, feet heavy and brain still a bit fuzzy until he sees the way everyone snaps around to look at him, the way their pupils blow when his scent fills the space.

Aeon sits and pulls the giant down beside him, guiding him until his head rests on the quints shoulder and he can press his nose into his still damp hair. Rain smirks across the way, eyes on Dew who's biting his lip and tenting his sweats, eyes glued to Mountain.

He flicks his gaze over and smiles into Mountains hair. Lus' tail swishes behind her, lips red and parted. She crosses her legs and clenches her thighs.

Dew's a good candidate for who will try to pounce first, Rain knows from experience, but Aeon has $20 on Lus and he hadn't lost a bet yet...

#i learn so much about myself reading these #is this something I want? no #is this something I want to read about the ghouls doing? yes... YES I DO #aeon ghoul #mountain ghoul #words || abs

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i think tumblr should rename the reblog button to the boop button or have like a counter to show you how many posts you've reblogged and you get badges for hitting different milestones. maybe that would encourage people to use the website how its meant to be fucking used

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do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

#1:42am #not long home from work #thinking about how much my body hurts #how much i still need to go to work #thinking about what i want to do on my holiday in a few months #thinking about a family member in hospital #thinking I should really go get some sleep

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Aurora sitting sidesaddle in Rain's lap in the common room, looking casual as anything, but there's a blanket over the both of them because she has her skirt hiked up around her hips and Rain buried inside her. Idly chatting with Cumulus about nothing important, the others milling around, easy as can be - but Rain has his face smushed into her curls.

He was fine for a while - a long while, honestly - but he's been inside her for so long now, gone from hard to soft and back again, and he's just so warm and sensitive and he can feel how much pre he's leaking and how much more slippery she is inside than usual and it's driving him insane. He just wants to drag her to his chest, grip the backs of her knees and spread her wide so everyone can see how wet and red his cock has gotten and what he's going to do about it.

Aurora squeezes around him and Rain huffs into her hair. She slings an arm around his neck with a satisfied little giggle, pulls away just enough to see how dazed and pink Rain's face has gone. It shifts the angle of his cock just enough to make her gasp, enough to make Rain's stomach clench, and Aurora sounds far too pleased when she hums and leans in to kiss the tip of his nose.

"I think that's enough," she sighs, sounding the tiniest bit put upon. Pouty. Like Rain hasn't been able to feel her wiggle and clench and pulse for who knows how long now. He wonders how quickly she'll cum when he finally gets to really have her, and just the thought of her clamping down like that makes his balls draw up. "Have you learned your lesson about stealing my perfume?"

Aurora gives her hips a much more obvious roll and Rain jolts, eyes flying open when the move jostles their blanket and reminds him where they are. He rushes to still her before he makes a truly unfortunate noise, but -

"Where -"

"They all went to bed," Aurora giggles as Rain takes in the now-empty state of the common room.

"When -"

"Fifteen minutes ago. I was starting to think you'd never notice, so I figured I'd give you a little -"

The ghouletts squeezes around him and Rain makes a delightful choking sound.

"- encouragement," she finishes, and while some part of Rain knows he should try to hold in his whimper, every drop of blood in his body has long since abandoned his brain.

"Now," Aurora chirps, and now that his eyes are open Rain can see the gorgeous rosy flush that's fallen right down her throat, "what do you have to say about being greedy and taking my things?"

"'m sorry," Rain rasps immediately, almost before she's finished asking the question. It's the thing he'd been refusing to say since Aurora took her seat, swearing he could long outlast her. He groans when thin fingers snake up the back of his neck, long nails ticklish against his scalp. "I - I'm sorry, Ro, I -" Rain cuts himself off with a distressed moan when she turns to put her back to his chest. He simply has to grab her hips and grind, and it's nearly enough to make him spill.

"I'm sure you are," she tuts, tossing their blanket to the side. Rain finds himself suddenly engulfed in the scent of her, an overwhelming thing that makes his cock flex and unholy fuck she's so slick inside. "Don't worry, though," Aurora purrs, gathering her skirt in one hand and gripping Rain's knee with the other, "I know just how you can make it up to me."

She pushes herself up and Rain could howl at the feel of it, at how cold the air is when it hits his torturesd flesh, but the only sound he can manage is a gorgeous, pained whine. Because when Aurora stands, she bends, and when she bends it's with her milky thighs spread and her pretty pink cunt on stunning display. She even reaches back to open herself up for him, and as he watches a flood of their combined excitement pour from her open hole Rain thinks never sees anything again in his life he won't mind.

It's on autopilot that he reaches out to cup her mound, grunting at the swollen heat of her against he clammy palm. Aurora gasps, looks over her shoulder with an eyebrow raised.

"What are you -"

"Keep it in," he huffs, hardly more than a whisper. "Can -" Rain swallows hard, his other hand drifting up to palm his balls in search of the tiniest bit of relief. He peers up at the little ghoulette with glassy eyes that make her clit thob against his hand. "- can you keep me inside you? Please?"

"Don't I always?" Aurora reaches back and tugs Rain's wrist, and Rain has to close his eyes lest he bury his face in her and cum all over the floor. "I just had to make room," she explains, and he cracks an eye open anyway. Finds her pulling her skirt down over her pert ass, a relief and a shame all in one.

"Make...room?" He feels unbelievably stupid right now, something he's not all that used to, but then Aurora's stepping between his legs and cupping his hot cheeks and the serene smile on he face belies the bottomless lust in her gaze.

"For the real thing," she explains, and Rain hurts. "You're giving me every drop you've got tonight, raincloud," Aurora coos, leaning down to knock their horns together. She gives him a wink before she backs away, sauntering towards the doorway with their slick trailing down her thighs. "You're not the only one that's greedy."

She blows him a kiss before she vanishes around the doorframe, sends it on a warm puff of air that hits the corner of his mouth, and Rain doesn't even bother to put his cock away before he stumbles after her.

#miasma is a menace #words || miasma #aroura ghoul #rain ghoul

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After Terzo's death Omega shed his vessel for good. He didn't need it anymore, didn't want it - if he could not feel the touch of his lover he wanted to feel nothing at all. But he can't make himself leave, can't abandon the place he considered home and return to the sulfur and the ash of hell.

So he remains, and he watches. Melded into the shadow and the silence, he keeps a careful eye on the abbey. On the siblings that are too curious for their own good. On the ghouls he watched grow into their own. On Sister and her wicked guard dog, Special. Omega sees it all.

Despite the pain he feels while on the grounds, in the familiar halls, Omega cannot help but remain an ever loyal protector.

#hey void? #how could you do this to me? #my heart #ouch #words || void

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I saw Sleep Token and BMTH live the other day and I have not recovered. I wanna do it all again.

#traayaa screams into the void

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So like. We can all just agree Aether is such a freak when it comes to rimming right. He's so fucking weird about it.

#aether ghoul #words || void #i am very not normal about this sir #you are an absolute menace and I love it

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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.

#i did step into adult spaces when i was a minor #you know what? #I regret it #I did not belong and I spent the entire time trying to hide so i found no fun there and left #i came back when i was an adult and enjoyed my time #i understand the curiousity #i really do #but now i look back and i hate that i broke peoples boundaries #i see all the spaces that were not safe for me #adults are allowed to exists on the internet without catering to children every waking moment #the internet is not just for kids or just for adults #its important to let each group have their own spaces #parents need to monitor their children and educate them on why adult spaces are not safe for them

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I'm sick so that means I can say whatever I want and you can't be mad at me so I'm gonna have emotions about Clay and Deo

Clay was absolutely devastated that he couldn't be there when Copia was born. He fully intended to sneak out and fly to Italy for a few days for the big event, but Pera went into labor a couple weeks early and there was a h u g e thing going on at the Ministry that Clay could not leave Nihil to handle alone.

He did manage to sneak over for a couple days under the pretense of transporting something to the Ravenna Abbey (Omega went with him and basically quintessenced the whole Abbey into believing he was still there while he ran across the country and back).

It was the first time he'd ever seen Pera truly afraid. You can't tell him. You cannot let him know, Clay, please. And he loved Nihil with all his heart but he loved Pera too. And he loved the tiny wriggling little baby who looked up at him with Nihil's chin and Pera's nose and Deo's cleverness and Cain's love and even, somehow, his own stubbornness. He'd known this three-week-old child for five minutes and already he somehow saw himself in him.

Pera and Cain went to take a nap, just a wuick one so they didn't lose too much precious time with them all together, and Deo and Clay stayed with the baby on the balcony, and even though it was very clear Copia somehow knew that Clay was part of the family, he got fussy eventually and demanded that he be returned to Deo. And Clay watched him holding this fussy little baby, muttering to him in that confusing mix of Italian and English like it was the most natural thing in the world, and his heart ached with how much he loved him.

"How are you so good with him?"

Deo shrugged. "I've known him his whole life, I guess. I know how he works. It helps that he likes me, too."

Clay leaned over and stroked Copia's cheek gently, and the baby gurgled contentedly and made a grab for Clay's hair. Deo tutted and unwrapped his little fingers gently so Clay could move away without losing half of his scalp. "He loves you."

Deo laughed softly and kissed the baby's little forehead. "I hope he does, I've lost enough sleep for him."

Clay looked up at him, at the dark circles under his eyes that his makeup was barely hiding, and he knew he was never going to be more in love than he was in that moment. He grabbed Deo's chin gently and kissed him, slow and careful, committing every single detail to memory, and when they pulled apart to rest their foreheads together with both of their cheeks wet with two sets of tears, he considered, just for a moment, cancelling his flight home and staying here. With the man he loved and his husband-in-law and the woman he worshipped and their tiny perfect little baby.

He knew he couldn't. He knew why he had to be the one to stay, he knew he would be miserable without Nihil. But the urge was there.

"I know," Deo whispered. Clay chuckled miserably and draped one arm around his shoulder, pulling him in tight. "I know, ebhakan."

"Is it going to be forever?" he asked, and he sounded so flat and sad he barely recognized himself. Deo adjusted the baby in his arms, wriggled a little further into Clay's side.

"We'll come home eventually."

It was barely an answer. Deo never specified who "we" included, or when "eventually" would be, or even which home he was referring to. But Clay knew it was the best he was going to get. So he clung onto it with all his heart. And he clung onto Deo, and resolved to just enjoy every second he could get his hands on, so it would last until the next time.

#mal what the fuCK #im crying #what #how #why #OUCH #i mean... what the FUCK #you... you ... menace. UTTER MENACE. #gods i miss them #words || mal #goth besties #the goth besties appreciation society

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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

#looks at wips #don't look at me like that

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Hey my sweet friends

If you post AI art

I'm nuking u from orbit

The block hammer coming down on ye

love and light

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Where's a big cuddly fire ghoul when i need one 😡😡

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ghost band fandom

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Thinking about sleepy Swiss.

Barely awake Swiss who purrs up a storm as Aurora cups his face in her hands and coos at him.

Sexy morning voice Swiss who sends Dew's brain into overdrive just my mumbling "good morning".

Exhausted Swiss who crawls into Aether's lap and faceplants into his chest.

Swiss who rests his head sleepily on Cirrus' shoulder in the tour bus, tail wagging lazily when she scratches him behind the horns.

Swiss who manhandles Phantom until he can use his chest as a pillow, listening to his heartbeat.

Sleep-deprived Swiss who lays down on the sun-warmed dock at the lake, one hand brushing the surface of the water for Rain to hold onto whenever he might want to while Swiss dozes off.

Swiss letting out a jaw-dislocating yawn, distracting Sunshine as she stares at the thick fangs it displays.

Swiss who tugs Mountain on top of him on the couch so that he can have his own personal weighted blanket.

Swiss who absent-mindedly nips and kisses at Cumulus' forearms whenever she holds his drowsy form, his eyes half-shut.

Bonus : Swiss and Ifrit napping together as close as physically possible, legs, arms and tails tangled, Ifrit's head on Swiss chest and the multi ghoul's face burried in Ifrit's hair, just cozy big boy cuddle with motor-like purring as a soundtrack.

#swiss ghoul

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I wanna talk about this behind the scene picture from Era III because I love it so damn much.

It's so overly mundane for Ghost's stage presence, it's lovely. We get a great look at Terzo's under dress and I love seing the length difference in the Ghouls' jackets. You can see a pair of shoe covers just chilling on the floor next to the rack on the left. Pebble's drumsticks just chilling on the floor or half out of his bag. The bags, clothes and caps kinda just thrown everywhere. It reminds me of when I used to do theater, it's so simple for such a big show and I LOVE IT.