#Hoarfrost ghoul

[muddiestpath]

for the OC ask, 20 for Hoarfrost?

[Do they have a strong connection to their culture?]

Hoarfrost is (in my interpretation) very old school. Older than Nihil's grandfather old. So her connection to Ghoul culture is very strong if we're talking 'biblical' ghouls. Otherwise she is out of touch. She was sealed in a catacombs for [redacted] years. Hoar isn't a grouch though, she is very happy with the progress of her kind, especially their improved treatment within the Church. She knows all the old rituals & magics better than the Clergy records.

She just doesn't understand the intricate rituals of the current batch of Ghouls, & she's not sure if it's just them or a generational thing. She has some common ground with Alpha (maybe Ifrit or Mist too?) but Hoar has a real otherworldly manner to her & it's unsettling by today's standards, even to the ghouls.

Like a wolf meeting a jack russell; she's glad the new ghouls are so well loved & happy, but also does point at them incredulously & says "you domescated them?" to the nearest clergy/papa.

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Hoarfrost! (or Hoar, yes she's heard the whore puns) Ice ghoul, handles photography but can play bass. Ancient ghoul from the catacombs. The grumpiest, no fun allowed unless it's her fun. Enjoying modern life.

Eleanor Eulogy! 'Ghoul Custos' human, member of Church but not ordained. Specifically hired to herd the ghouls. Flips between absolute confidence & self-destruction to go toe-to-toe against ghouls. Has recently been made overseer of summoning rituals too. Does not want to be promoted.

Dafne! Undiscovered child of Imperator, she got weird dreams & gets possessed sometimes. Dafne grew up on the road, a satanist & biker but has anxiety from her persistent dreams. Accepts everything with resignation bc her mum's word is law.

rb with your oc’s, I wanna see :D

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wip of the worst throuple in the church.

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.Stargazing. .Bonfire.

Special/Cowbell/Ghoul!oc | 615 words | high ghouls on a roof (mild endangerment) | established relationship | no proofread

Three old ghouls make up star constellations & smoke weed. AO3

The skies were usually overcast in this part of the world the Church calls home, but the nights were always clear. The countryside promises that.

"Sock-ruhtees." Special points to a cluster of stars, not moving his head from the crook of Bell's neck, the two lying on the mossy roof tiles of the Church tower they'd claimed as their own for the night.

"The patron saint of lost laundry." Bell solemnly adds.

"That sock certainly is not 'lost', Phil." The third figure on the roof sits beside the couple, lent back on her hands & tilting her face to the night sky.

Bell raises his brows "Hoar, D' you want to give it back to the priest?" The priest was some moron the ghouls had encountered in a gas station bathroom. James or something. Bell scoffs at the memory. "Didn't take you for the 'wanting to get into heaven' type."

Hoarfrost growls in response, her unpronged tail whips around to smack Cowbell in the side, & he dramatically coils into the special ghouls arms. Bell whines "Ooo~ she's so mean~ to me~"

His whimpers are somewhat muffled by Phil's tutting as he soothes the percussion ghoul. "She can never understand our love."

Hoarfrost grimaces but a smile is hidden under the frown. "For the sock?"

"Sock-rutees!" The two ghouls exclaim.

The copious amount of weed in their systems might be influencing them by this point.

The three ghouls watch the stars crawl across the sky, taking turns creating new constellations; Special favouring items that reference something in their lives, Cowbell sees animals, & Hoarfrost effortlessly spins elaborate myths to match whatever line of stars she points to.

"-No, that's definitely a guitar." Cowbell shoots down Phil's latest constellation.

Phil shoots up & gestures wildly at the indistinguishable scattering of stars "It's a fucking bass! Clearly!"

"Too many strings." Bell's factual tone only angers the special ghoul further.

He turns to the quintessence ghoulette who is now reclining with her hands behind her head "Hoar, speak to him!" Phil's shrill shout jerks Hoarfrost out of her dozing. Her usual scowl isn't given time to form before he continues, leaning close to her still blinking face & whispering. "Love of my life, that ghoul is a moron & a heretic."

Hoarfrost ever ready responds "Mmm," she wets her tongue "a match made in hell then."

The scandalised gasp from Phil is matched by the wheeze of Cowbell who'd leant over to take the blunt from Hoarfrost's fingers & heard the entire conversation.

"Yer proposin' to me E'phil?" Cowbell looks around the view from this old roof, with his head only bobbing somewhat, mulling over the proposition. "It is a scenic enough place." He hums.

"I wouldn't propose high on a roof!" The stars have been forgotten at this point.

Simultaneously Hoarfrost & Cowbell speak "You were high when you-" "Where are you planning to-"

"Pickled dicks! Both of you!"

The special ghoul goes to stand, but underestimates his lucidity, & begins to stumble. Before he can react he is grabbed by both other ghouls; Hoarfrost has his hand with her ring clinks against its matching pair on his finger, & Cowbell has a firm grip on his thigh, his thumb pressing into a tendon. Phil blinks & realises he is staring up at an uninterrupted view of a full sky of stars, neck bent up, his back arching over the edge of the roof. He could feel the air behind him give away the distance between him to the ground, but the grip on his arm & leg reassured him.

The special ghoul lifts his head in time to see the two ghouls stand & he could swear the stars behind their head were brighter than the rest. Like crowns.

[jonvandernoorde]

I heard a clan of ghouls are plotting on sweet Elena.

Jon's eyes turn pure white as his magic flares. The room drops below freezing in a moment, hoarfrost covering every surface. He turns around behind his desk, opening the case that holds his Warden sword.

"They will not survive the night." He growls. "Point me to them."

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I got tagged by @this-is-problematic, please follow her! she’s amazing♥

rules: Answer 15 questions and tag 15 followers you’d like to get to know better.

name: Therese

nickname: i don’t have any:’// but in kindergarten they used to call me “T’en”, translated to The T. But they stopped calling me it when we started sixth grade or smth.

zodiac sign: libra

height: i haven’t measured in a while,  but i was 174cm last time i checked, tjink that’s about 5′’8?

languages spoken: english, norwegian, and veeery poor german 

nationality: norwegian

favourite fruit: Grapes 

favourite season: spring!!

favourite scent: u know the scent when u go out early in the spring, and it’s foggy, and it’s been a cold night, but it’s obvously gonna be a sunny day, and the grass has hoarfrost on it. idk, it’s just something about that smell that keeps me going

favourite color: idk, i like all pastel colours, and many shades of blue

favourite animal: cats, and literally every animal in the whole world?

coffee, tea, hot chocolate: hot chocolate all theway

average hours of sleep: weekdays: 4-6h, weekends: 9-13h

favorite fictional character: i can’t choose only one, so i’ll list some of them ;w; osomatsu matsuno (osomatsu san), tsukiyama shuu (tokyo ghoul), kenma kozume (haikyuu!!), and nicolas brown (gangsta)

blankets you sleep with: 1 upon the quilt

dream trip: i love historical destinations, so i want to visit many european countries, also china and japan!

blog created: january 2014

I tag: @secconds @ma-je-s-capharnaum @laance @erfenir (lmao i won’t bother tagging 15 people )

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.Massage. .Aftercare.

Special 'Phil'/ghoul!oc | 556 words | quintessence ghoul oc | emotional constipation | established relationship | tender times with hand massages

Hoarfrost gives Phil a hand massage & is normal about it. AO3

Pressing her thumb firmly into the grey flesh of the Special ghoul's fore-arm, Hoarfrost presses upwards to his elbow, applying enough pressure to hurt but only what is needed to move the tissue. Phil had been suffering through some bad joint pain in his hands & he needs this.

The special ghoul bites back a sigh at the relief from the ache in his bones. There were many perks of having so many elemental alignments, but the feedback of frequently switching between tired him, & recently Phil had been putting all the other multi-ghouls in the church to shame. He had been taking on any & all odd jobs offered. Hoarfrost didn't understand the mutt in general but this behaviour was erratic, even for him.

She focuses on his hand next, massaging each finger & paying attention to every inflamed knuckle, using her cooling touch to soothe the aches. The unspoken care Hoarfrost shows him has Phil's eyes drooping as they hold onto the sight of her furrowed brow. She sat between his knees, hunched forward in focus. Her head tilts, causing loose hair to fall forward over her shoulder. He was shorter than her so he rarely got to see this view, the crown of her head beckons for a kiss, but Phil doesn't want to ruin the mood. That & his muscles are already unresponsive.

Weaving her fingers between his, & softened with the cream he uses, they fit together seamlessly. Even with the special ghoul's swollen digits.

There is no chiding. Hoarfrost knows there is no changing his ways, & at this point she's grown to welcome the routine. A mumble calls her attention to Phil's face, he's fallen asleep under her ministrations. Head flopped to the side & already drooling. The quintessence ghoul's eyes squeeze in amusement with a warmth she'd never admit to. Instead she returns to her treatment. Turning over his hands once more, she brings them to her lips where she hesitates, eyes cast down, before blowing cool air across his heated skin. Her breath is slow & steady so as to not disturb Phil, she lowers the temperature over time until he no longer burns to the touch.

He was precious to her, she'd discovered, despite her best efforts. He'd broken through the wall she didn't know still haunted her.

Returning to the now far more gentle massaging Hoarfrost relishes the sound of his breathing; unlaboured & steady. Where she'd found a work-life balance via the intimidation of any poor sibling of sin or clergy member who tried to have her cover their shortcomings, Phil found inaction grating & threw himself at any project he could. With Copia taking over in interviews he was meant to be on a long delayed rest, but the ghoul managed all but 4 days before being spotted following random church members around & offering his assistance.

She turns over the fourth finger on his right hand Hoarfrost tries to smooth over the groove beginning to form there. Strange ghoul he is. She follows the line of his tendons up to his wrist where she returns to massaging in strokes of her thumbs.

Hoarfrost is eventually satisfied with her work & sits back, leaving her fingers still touching his. Her spine creaks like ice on a pond. Feeling the lack of her in his space the Special ghoul flexes his fingers in his sleep. Anchoring her.

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.Adopting a stray animal. .Killing spiders.

Special/Cowbell/ghoul!oc | 504 words | ethical arachnid death | established poly relationship | Rain & Sunshine are vicious | Aether is a dad-guy

Hoarfrost & Cowbell are opposites in many ways, Special tries to exist in the middle ground. AO3

If living in an old stone basement of a church guarantees only one thing: it's spiders getting bold in the change of season. Everyone reacts differently to the arachnids strolling about like they pay rent. Standing at two farthest ends of the spectrum were Special's mates- in that the two are literally standing at opposite ends of the room right now. Bell is shaking with fat tears streaming down his face as he stares in wide eyed horror towards Hoarfrost. The quintessence ghoulette is inches from the giant intruder that had woken Cowbell up, she crouches with her bare hand aloft.

"Don't!" Special hisses, himself stood on the bed caught in his own panic response. "Catch & release!" He urges.

Hoarfrost lets out a long-suffering sigh, her hand still raised, then just as Special broke eyeline to find a glass, she slams it down. Luckily her two mates' screams drowned out any noise of the impact, but in trade it did attract a herd of ghouls to their doorway.

Aether slams the door open, "Who's dying!?" Fully in protector mode he braces against the doorframe & scans the room.

Rain & Sunshine's heads peek out under his arm, equally poised to avenge their assumedly fallen kin.

"Why did you do that!" Cowbell shouts, his voice still high with shock, but his tears have stopped.

"Did what?!" Aether tries to get a grip on the situation now he sees no active bloodbath, whilst also holding back Sunshine & Rain from being the agents of chaos they are.

Hoarfrost answers silently by standing & revealing a pile of dry 'bits' inside her palm. "House spiders don't survive in the wild, it would just be a slow & painful death." She looks done with the extreme emotions of her mates & pack, but explains as calmly as she can stomach, eyes unfocused to avoid glaring at anyone.

"A… spider?" Aether's shoulders relax, panic dropping into disappointment, which is a mistake because the two ghouls he was holding back now go racing towards the quintessence ghoulette. No longer wrathful but still bloodthirsty.

Rain gets there first, skidding to a halt already asking his first question "How'd you get it so dry?" it rushes out of him as he marvels at the crushed arachnid, but Sunshine uses him to break her momentum, & knocks him off-balance.

"Where's the goop!" She cranes over the staggering water ghoul.

Hoarfrost doesn't pull away from them but instead takes a long inhale. "Froze it on impact."

A pair of light 'oooo' noises answer her before the guaranteed barrage of follow up questions. She grits her teeth & humours them.

Folding down into a sitting position on the bed, Special tries to reason with the now irritated Aether who looms over him with his hands on his hips. The leader had overestimated the older ghoul's common sense. Cowbell crawls under the duvet as they speak, still shaking & mumbles something about 'cold-blooded'.

Special just pats the lump in the bed as he pleads his case to Aether.

"...But can I eat it?"

"SUNNY NO-"

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.Falling asleep. .Watching the other sleep.

Special/Ghoul!oc | 485 words | somnophilia vibes (sfw) | slight reference of trauma | tiny entry I am sleepy bitch

Phil watches his spouse sleep & beats himself over it. AO3

Phil didn't get to watch others sleep; he is first to sleep & last to rise, but due to the freak weather front causing a shift in air pressure, he finds himself awake at 4am. Staring over at her, he watches Hoarfrost's steady breathing, her face not lined by her usual frown. She looks ageless. For a while Special fantasises about meeting this version of Hoarfrost. Would she have been able to greet him with a smile? Would she dance with him without checking if the room is empty? Would he have fallen for her as hard as he has?

A prickle runs up the multi-ghoul's spine.

He is scared to move & wake her, but also begs for something to break this moment. But the only one awake is him. So Phil sits up, slowly enough the bed doesn't even creak. He reaches a hand over the sleeping ghoulette, watching her eyelids the entire time, & after she still does not stir, he does the same with a knee too. Shifting his weight, he is kneeling over her prone body- caging her in. Steadying his breath Phil takes in what he is doing. Creeping on his spouse. His chest stutters in a silent laugh, even in the dark she was enchanting & fuck if some part of him that he had tried to starve to death multiple times already doesn't understand the impulse that to brick her up away from the world that the foul cretin all those years ago had. Phil hated it. But that monster is dead & he wouldn't hurt her. At the barest wince from Hoarfrost has him wanting to sever whatever part of him that had touched her-

His focus flits back to the quintessence ghoulette. He lets go of his held breath, she's here, she's ok, that curse is over. She can sleep peacefully now, without waking up shaking with the memory of being back in that tomb. She's come so far, & here he is hovering over her.

Phil smiles. Incredulous yet proud. Without thinking he leans down & kisses her cheek. A feather light touch but of course is enough to have her eyes blink open. Turning to face him, she squints but sleep keeps the frown at bay. "Mmrp?"

Oh how he nearly fell on her, his elbows buckle at the softness of her voice. Hanging his head against her neck he whines. She will be the death of him & he will thank her for it.

A cool arm wraps around his back, a loose touch as she still hates initiating contact, but all Special needs.

"I woke up so early." He voices croaks with disuse.

The hand on his back rubs small circles as Hoarfrost's breathing slows again. Special lowers down to lie on top of her, the quintessence energy seeping out of her pulls him down & into sleep. As his thoughts peeter out he makes himself swear to remember this moment.

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.Picnic. .Snow day.

Phil/ghoul!oc | 928 words | quintessence ghoul oc | established relationship | feral ghoul rituals(brief)

Silly 'Special' ghoul & 'Ice' ghoul doing errands in the snow. AO3

The abbey was buried in snow. A cold front had decimated the area & with the low humidity it wasn't melting any time soon. Most of the church body had elected to stay indoors & find inventive ways to get warm. With only the few exceptions of the water & quintessence ghouls; who either thrived in the cold, or were immune to any temperature fluctuation. For this reason they were nominated as the skeleton crew. A few humans had tried to offer their assistance but they were deemed foolish & sent back to the residential buildings with a thicker coat & a warm flask.

Currently wading through the arctic duvet were two such ghouls; specifically a quintessence & multi-ghoul. The latter belting along to his portable speaker, an overly-theatrical rendition of 'Lay all your love on me' by ABBA. He emotes each line as he follows in the groove forged by his dour companion. The quintessence ghoulette walks unhindered by the metres of snow she cut through, thriving in the cold she is enjoying the view of a dormant land with no life. Even the musical accompaniment couldn't spoil such a view.

"I've had a few little love affairs~

They didn't last very long, & they've been pretty scarce~"

The ghoul known as 'Phil' bobs along, barely holding onto the heavy package in his hand. It's chilled weight swings.

"I used to think that was sen-si-ble~

It makes the truth even more-" He opens his eyes to see the ghoulette Hoarfrost looking back at him with unrestrained irritation. He pauses with his mouth still forming the 'o' before beaming & continues, "in-com-pre-hen-si-ble~"

A deep groan from her. Hoarfrost turns back around & steps up out of the trough she'd been making. Her feet don't sink in & Phil holds his arms up in serenade.

"'Cause everything is new~"

Standing now above him, her shoulders drop with the ghoul's increased fervour.

"And everything is you~"

"Phil." She pinches her nose bridge.

"& all I've learned~ has overturned~"

She faces him again, down her nose & backlit by the white sky her pale eyes glow.

"What can I do~"

Snatching the parcel from Phil's outstretched hands, Hoarfrost leans too close to his face & snears.

As the chorus starts Phil breaks into a laugh, his thin lips curling to show sharp iridescent fangs. The ghoulette merely watches him.

"You can make your own way back, is what you can do." Her cold voice has no bite to it.

"Nahhh." He dismisses, going to step up himself Phil finds a hand on his shoulder & before he could object he is hoisted up onto the stiff-packed snow.

Phil stubbles on the icey top layer, grabbing onto the forearm of Hoarfrost as he gains a footing. Realising his action he glances from her arm to Hoarfrost's face. "-Cold."

"hm?" He blinks rapidly, his hazel eyes wide.

"You are too cold." She repeats, a hint of concern buried in her blunt statement.

The multi-ghoul shivers in recognition; he was part water ghoul to be sure, & part quintessence, but he was also a lot of other parts & those parts seemed to be in agreement that this outside venture was a shit idea. His thick outer layers & bravado had not been enough.

Phil sucks in a breath, ready to lie when he hears the sound of buttons being undone. Looking down to find Hoarfrost pulling his coat open. Her face as neutral as always.

"I don't think hypothermia has set in just yet?" He raises a brow at her rustle away through his layers.

"Unfortunately." Hoarfrost pulls him closer by a belt-loop, he always misses one, & wraps her arms around his chest. A small 'flumph' sounding her impact with him.

Phil thinks very carefully, his hands hovering in the cold as he rattles around in his mind as to what Hoarfrost was doing. Then he feels a concentrated heat radiate up his back. He couldn't see her face, hidden on his shoulder as it is, but if he could he'd see a brow furrowed in pain & worry. Instead Phil takes the risk & lowers his hands onto her back. She was as incorporeal as ever; as with most quintessence ghouls her body temperature was neither warm nor cold, like you were touching nothing. He holds her tighter.

See, quintessence is energy, warmth is a byproduct of imperfect energy conversion, & Hoarfrost was purposefully generating this to heat up the poor mut of a ghoul. The process was deeply uncomfortable for her, but she did anyway.

Feeling himself wake up Phil turns his mouth to her cheek, pressing his lips to her skin he pauses there, then squeezes her & blows a fierce raspberry.

Phil bolts across the icy tundra, willing his feet to stay under him & he makes a break for his infernal life. Blindly running towards the building ahead, tears threatening to freeze still in his eyes.

Slamming into the door, he hung to the handle, but was swiftly yanked from it. Landing on the marginally less cold tiled floor Phil was a painful mixture of breathless & giggling. He vaguely heard the skidding of thick burlap across the ground next to him. Above him crouches a featureless void in the shape of the ghoulette he ran from. Circles of blazing light bore into him from where her eyes used to be. She has a clawed hand next to his head & the other grips his hand that had been on the door seconds before.

She breathed out a cloud of nitrogen. Her teeth shone red & shook with anticipation.

Phil latches his free hand onto the base of her skull & pulls her down.

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Meeting the Cardinal (ref)

Hoarfrost has met many cardinals & she's intrigued by this one.

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Hoarfrost, Eleanor, & n/aDafne

I have three women in my mind at any time.

demon, cute, & anxiety.

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Random Hoarfrost info (nameless ghoul oc) some nsfw

Hoar is an OLD ghoul, summoned by Nihil's predecessor old.

Her element ice(not water). Hense her name. Yes, she's heard the 'Hoar/Whore' jokes. Primarily from a pubescent Nihil.

Her favourite thing to do is make ice in her mouth & either crunch it or spit it out at people.

She spent an indeterminate amount of time sealed in the catacombs under the old Italy base of the Clergy. For plot™ reasons. (she got Cask of Amontillado-ed)

Hoar is amused by how the church has changed over the years & specifically how much better the Ghouls are treated by the newer Papas.

Initially was under an forced oath of silence but once she's freed of it, she makes it everyone's problem.

Highly observant & keeps all the secrets to herself until she thinks it'd be fun to spill.

Red teeth bc she's vintage.

Her tail has no fin tip.

Her horns are that halo-esc light from brocken spectres.

Is incapacitated with laughter everytime she sees Plushia.

Can turn invisible (glass like ice effect) uses it to eavesdrop.

Watch dog type. Not a guard dog.

Has an odd rapport with Sister Imperator. Many believe Hoar is a spy for her. Hoar wants to see what it's take to make Imperator cry.

Hates summer. Does not leave chambers during heatwaves.

Sees Sodo as a brat. Likes winding him up.

Has supreme control over her libido, to the point other ghouls think she doesn't have one.

Very much a dom. Soft dom maybe.

Does not give oral under any circumstances. (reasons)

Hates ham. Crispy back bacon is ok. But any other cut or form of pork makes her scowl.

Favourite food is pecan tart.

Favourite Ghost song is Griftwood.

Main job is as photographer. Mainly uses film but does love the new digital cameras once she learns of them.

Can play bass guitar & fiddle.

Fast runner. As fast as a chill in the air.

Loves hunting.

Is amused by but not enamoured with modern technology.