#I have the flowers for all of the other Ghouls picked out already but it might take me a while!

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They're done! I really want to try and make prints again as it's been years and I've never felt like I was very good at making whole posters. Dipping my toe back in with these silly chibis of each Papa with every Ghoul they've had. Perhaps they can also work as a guide for those wanting to learn all the characters? I added in a fair amount of little references with the Ghoul's poses so it'll be interesting to see what you guys figure out and notice!

The prints are on pre-order and won't ship out until November. I've put up 25 of each to start with but if they get low on stock I'll keep adding more until I have them printed and then it'll be a set amount in stock.

Also a reminder about the stickers of every Ghost Papa and Ghoul that I made earlier this year that are also available as customisable badges! Thank you so much to everyone who already bought them and got Etsy to list them as a 'bestseller' for a while. They're still up and in stock.

EDIT: someone informed me Delta was not in Secondo's era so sorry little water ghoul but he got edited out of that drawing.

Characters featured on the prints and are also available on stickers and badges: Papa Emeritus I / Primo, Papa Emeritus II / Secondo, Papa Emerirus III / Terzo, Papa Emeritus IV / Cardinal Copia, Aether, Air, Alpha / Fire, Aurora, Chain / Water, Cirrus, Cowbell, Cumulus, Delta, Dewdrop / Sodo, Earth, Ifrit, Ivy, Lake, Mist, Mountain, Omega / Quintessence, Pebble, Phantom, Phil / Special Ghoul, Rain, Sunshine, Swiss, Zephy.

I can’t link to my Etsy without risking Tumblr hiding the post from tag search results, but the link is in my pinned post, my carrd, I’m emptymasks on Etsy. Reblogs help support artists more than likes ❤️

[ID: Four landscape drawings, one for each of Ghost's Papas and the Ghouls that were in the band with them while they were the lead singer. Each Papa is in the center with each of their ghouls standings to their sides. Every character has their name written above or below them, on brightly coloured backgrounds for each Papa's robe colour. Also, individual pixel art chibi drawings of 69 characters from various European musicals (listed above) that are available as stickers. These drawings are also available as badges where they are placed inside circles to show what they will look like as physical button badges, some of them with plain colour backgrounds and some with 1-3 different pride flags as examples of how you can customise the backgrounds.]

For those who want to know what the little references in the prints are and don't want to guess, they're under the cut:

Omega can be a stompy boy when he's playing guitar, Alpha likes to throw up peace signs, Air is very found of the rock horns hand symbol, there's one close-up photo of Lake out there where you can clearly see his black sclera contacts and he's doing double 'horns' hand symbol, Mountain infamously takes his shoes off when playing the drums and leaves them on the stage at the site of his drumkit, Dewdrop likes to like.. most things including his guitar and his picks and sometimes his own hand, Pebble liked to hand out his drumsticks at the end of shows by dropkicking them into the crowd, Omega wore a flower tucked into his guitar strap during one show and Terzo constantly flirts with him more than other ghouls, Delta is suspected to be the ghoul that attempted to kick an audience member off stage when they climbed onstage and attempted to kiss Terzo, Zephyr was the only band member and only keyboardist who sat down while playing, the special ghoul played by Tobias wore a nametag 'Phil' in an interview, Swiss constantly is showing all his teethies with his smiles and always wiggling and moving around, Aether and Dewdrop often interact with Dew teasing/bothering Aether, Dew and Rain also often interact with Dew constantly reaching to grab his neck and attempt to kiss him, aaaand I think that's everything I intentionally included other than just generally tried to get the poses and expressions to match the personality we've seen from each ghoul.

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What is a Husband's Role? - Liyue Girls x Male!Reader

A/N: Exams might be over for me, but now, of course, I got a notice that I have to submit myself to a military assessment, compulsory for all men in their 19th year of life. Wonderful. Anyway, enjoy! CW: None.

Question: Who is a husband to you? What is his role?

Beidou: Well, it's quite simple. Y/N is a tough guy, one that's not afraid of taking the world on his shoulders if need be. He handles things in my absence, keeping the Crux’s land-based businesses afloat. While I don't take him out to sea that much, I'd rather have him well and good just in case, he's more than adequate at running the fleet. Me? Heh, he always has my back. Whenever I drink, he stays sober and makes sure I'm taken care of and back home safely and he keeps my bunk warm at night. He's one hell of a man in the sheets too- Why are you blushing, eh? Not the kind of answer you expected? A gal has her needs, I'll have you know. 

Ganyu: My husband is the light of my life. Y/N treats me like a precious flower, tending to my needs and admiring me like the most beautiful thing in this world. When he holds me, he does so with utmost care and attention. His affection makes me feel safe and loved. Thanks to him, I learned to balance work and life again. But even when I'm on the clock, he visits me everyday for my midday nap. All of his support has been crucial for my self-esteem and my efficiency at work. Without him, I don't know where I would be today. Hm? T-too scientific…? I'm s-sorry, I've just been thinking about it a lot…

Hu Tao: Ah, yes! My partner in crime, my muse, and the man ensuring the continuation of the Hu bloodline! Aiya, whatever would my world be without him? It would be as bleak as the space between life and death, with me - a sad, wailing soul, eager to find the comforting warmth of another… I'm lucky enough to have it already. His role in this marriage is not just being my lover, but being my best friend too! He's always open to my shenanigans and eagerly listens to all of my poetic scribbles, praising me and giving constructive criticism in equal measure. Y/N is not deterred by my work, and never ever turns a cold shoulder towards me. He's there when I want to mess around, when I need help or when I just want to lay in his arms and twirl his hair. Mm, I can already picture our lovely heirs! I hope they'll have his eyes~. 

Keqing: I would like to confess something, if that is alright with you. Before I became a wife and a mother, I didn't truly understand what I was fighting for. I have been taught to work towards the preservation of an abstract idea of Liyue, a homogeneous mass of people and the land along with it. I fought for it, yes, but now I know that I didn't truly comprehend what Liyue is. When I first woke up alongside my husband and when I first held my daughter in my arms, I finally understood. I understood that I'm fighting for the people, not as some vague collective, but as individuals. I'm working and fighting for husbands such as Y/N, wives such as myself, and children like my own. I would give my life for my loved ones a hundred times over, and I can work twice as hard, knowing that I do so for the future of my family and every other family in Liyue. My husband opened my eyes, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

 

Lan Yan: Hey - that's no way to think about your beloved! Love is not inherently about being useful to each other, it's more about feelings and companionship. For example, I can't say that taking Y/N with me when picking rattan is making the process easier or faster; I could easily do it myself. But I invite him just to have him near. Hearing his voice comforts me, and to be honest, I've been by his side so long that I just feel… off without him. What if it stormed, or what if night caught me by surprise? He would be worried sick, I'm sure… Or what if I met a ghoul or a jiangshi while out? I m-mean, I have a Vision and everything, but is it wrong to feel safer around my big, strong husband?

Ningguang: I find it fairly obvious - he is to support me, to comfort me and to keep me company. If you would like a more personal take on the matter, I'd say that Y/N, for me, is a precious antique - surely the most valuable of all. His role is to be a feast for my eyes and my heart, nothing less, nothing more. I wouldn't want to drag him into my business, as that would be foolishly risking his life. His role is to satisfy my emotional and physical desires - after all, true fulfillment in these areas cannot be bought by Mora. 

Shenhe: Well, I learned that a husband's role is… Hm? You want me to answer in my own words? Oh, I see. Then… I used to think that a husband is meant to give his wife children. It is what I thought for most of my life, until I met Y/N. Y/N’s presence, his words and touch, cause a comforting warmth to spread through my chest. I learned that this is what love truly means. It's a sense of safety, but it is exciting all the same. I want him closer, but my usual dark visions do not appear in my mind. I do not feel the pressure of my soul straining against the red ropes. He calms me, he makes me feel safe. Now I understand the importance of having a soul to share one's life with. I understand now what the word ‘husband’ means. And I am… happy with Y/N by my side. 

Xinyan: I love Y/N because he honestly loves me for who I am. No matter if I rock and roll or feel in the mood for something softer, he'll jam out to it with me. And he's one hell of a guy, let me tell you! He's not afraid to go all in with me, no matter what. I thought about going on tour? He's there with me. I wanna save some Mora to upgrade my guitar? You guessed it, he pitches in as much as he can! I feel like stealing him and partying the night away? He never says no. That's the best man a gal can ask for!

Xianyun: Hmph. Are you implying One's choice of husband is poor? One will have you know that Y/N is of the finest sort - a body that would make the gods of old jealous and a mind that rivals One's own. It is the latter that’s of utmost importance - One doesn't see a husband as a mere nod-along, but as a man that is capable of challenging his wife's character and inciting her to grow. As such, don't be concerned by Y/N arguing my points at any point in time. It is what One desires, and loves about him the most. 

Xiangling: Ooh, where do I start! My hubby is the best sous chef in the world - he makes sure that the kitchen is stocked up, clean and well organised, letting me focus on my favourite part - cooking! Whenever I need to get ingredients, he takes my place in the restaurant. Sometimes we go out together to get some new ingredients and experiment a little. He's good at cutting up meat, hunting down that meat and defending me if any of my ingredients decides it wants to snack on me. And, when we camp for the night, his cuddles are just the best! Both my dad and Guoba approve of Y/N, so I suppose my taste in boys isn't that bad after all. 

Yelan: A woman my age, and in my line of work, can't be blamed for giving up and thinking she'll be alone until the end, right? That was the Yelan my husband met a few years back. And yet here I am today, a married woman. I knew I was missing out, but I just couldn't imagine how delightful it feels to have someone propping up my back - not for a mission, or a profession, but for life. My husband is my safety net. His arms are my hideout where I can rest from the stress of my daily work. I never want to lose him, which is why I have him stay low and always keep the eyes of my most trusted agent on him. Nobody is going to sneak up on my man - not while my heart still beats. 

Yun Jin: His use? Ah, I think I can answer that with a single word - adventure. I always dreamt of journeying across the outside world, and love is such a journey. Y/N is my companion on it, holding my hand whenever I feel scared or unsure, standing steadfast by my side. He lets me experience so many feelings and emotions I could only imagine before he took my heart… Hehe, stories of love I sing in opera don’t come close to experiencing a husband’s warmth yourself.  

Yanfei: Well, who else would listen to me ramble on about my passion other than my lovely Y/N? I swear, no matter how many versions or iterations of Liyue’s legal history I read out to him, he never gets sleepy! He even asks questions and actually remembers what each chapter was about, can you believe that?! Hehe, seriously now; he’s a great partner, both in life and in a discussion. Y/N makes some room in his schedule for visiting me at work every day of the week, and always brings some mean snacks with him. Oh - you have to try his crab cakes, they’ll blow your socks off! And who ever said that guys can’t cook, right? 

Thanks for reading!

[rottenzombrainz]

I know you literally just posted it but would you do a part 2 of the like dove showing up but it showed up bc of the ghouls feelings, not MC. I really liked it :)

I gotchu anon!!! I'm really sorry it's taken so long for me to post this!! At least I'm getting it out just in time for Valentine's Day?

Let's say you, the beloved reader, are hanging out with the ghoul of your dreams when a precious little pink bird comes along and chirps at you!

Frostheim:

Jin Kamurai - Jin would completely play it off as the Ice King he is. "What? It's just an annoying bird...Stop trying to look for some deeper meaning." He'd roll his eyes and take a long drag from his cigarette before sending you off to do another task for him, trying to push you away and convince you (as well as himself) you're not anything to him.

Tohma Ishibashi - Tohma... I have the hardest time writing for Tohma... but I feel like he'd tease you in a somewhat sinister(?) way. "Oh? What's that little bird got you all flustered for?"

Lucas Errant - Luca would just straight up confess his love like the straightforward gentleman he is. "Ah! A like dove! They appear when someone else is thinking of you fondly, correct? It must have showed because I was thinking of you-"

Kaito Fuji - Kaito would try and convince you it's the other way around. That you're the one who likes him! Or- or maybe there's someone else thinking of him? But even so, he'd want you! So- you should go for him now since he's in such high demand!

Vagastorm:

Alan Mido - I feel like Alan would try and tell you how he feels before you pick up on it through the Like Dove's presence. Of course, he'd be extremely blunt about it, probably giving you a flower and saying that he wanted to tell you how he feels before you hear it (or see it) from anyone else.

Shohei Haizono - If you saw a Like Dove while with Sho and asked him about it, he'd scoff and ask if you really believe superstitious things like that. "It's just a bird. It shows up whenever it wants to go." "-Still.... they're kinda nice to look at. I got some sesame seeds if you wanna try feeding it"

Leo Kurosagi - Kinda similar to Kaito, Leo would try to convince you the dove showed because someone (or you) likes him. One of his millions of fans, probably. Except Leo does it in more if a... Leo way as opposed to Kaito's desperate goofball methods.

Jabberwock:

Haru Sagara - Haru would explain the dove like the cheery zookeeper he is while vaguely admitting his feelings for you " See that pink dove over there? They only show up when one person really likes another! I was hoping to show you one! Gyahahaha!"

Towa Otonashi - I feel like Towa would just hand you the dove as if it was a flower. He's not shy about admitting his love for you, after all! If you don't get it, he'd give you a tight hug with a kiss on the cheek.

Ren Shiranami - Ren would grumpily jeer at you trying to find meaning in the dove's presence. But deep down- he knows why it's here and he's super embarrassed about it. "Why do you keep staring at that stupid bird? It doesn't mean anything..."

Sinostra:

Taiga Hoshibami - If you tried to bring up the dove with Taiga, he'd just.... eat it. "What dove? Like Dove? What's that? Oh! You mean this little birdie? It wasn't your pet, was it? Sorry~!!"

Romeo Lucci - Romeo would berate you for even thinking that he'd like you of all people. "Stop gawking and catch that anomaly! Do you have any idea how valuable they are?"

Ritsu Shinjo - Ritsu would notice the dove distracting you and ask about it. "Is there something interesting about that bird? I need your undivided attention - what we're discussing is quite important"

Hotarubi:

Subaru Kagami - Poor Subaru would break down on the spot. He'd get so anxious over seeing the dove. it's giving him away! Are you going to notice? Have you already noticed? Maybe you don't know what it means? And when you ask him "Are you okay?", he simply responds with "I'm fine!"

Haku Kusanagi - There is one line and one line only that comes to mind.... "Aw look! Even the birds can see how much I like you~." He'd say before caressing your cheek and smiling at you with mischievous eyes.

Zenji Kotodama - Screw the Like Dove- If Zenji likes you, he's already singing you a ballad with a flock of doves happily singing along!

Obscuary:

Edward Hart - Ed would keep eyeing the dove as if trying to get you to notice it and bring it up. But then once you do, in typical Ed fashion, He'd probably just ask you if you like Rui or Lyca more.

Rui Mizuki - I wanted to write a cute little situation where Rui kisses the dove and then the dove kisses you like in Snow White but that would kill the little bird.... Regardless, Rui wouldn't be shy about admitting to liking you. "A Like Dove? Someone must be thinking about you~!! Seems like I got some competition~!!"

Lyca Colt - I feel like Lyca would get jealous of the dove and try and chase it away. You're supposed to be paying attention to him! Not some stupid bird!

Mortkranken:

Yuri Isami - Once he sees the dove, Yuri would try and gloat about his knowledge on the little creature- entirely missing why it's shown up until/if you mention that someone must be thinking about one of you two. To which he'd backtrack and say that it's all just rumour or speculation or something else that brushed off his self-incrimination.

Jiro Kirisaki - Like Luca, Jiro would just straight up tell you in the most clinical way possible that he's in love with you. "Like Doves are said to represent one person's feelings for another. I'd say the rumours are accurate, seeing as it's here now and my fondness towards you."

[mirage-aera]

•°. *࿐ Shiny rocks

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Him & I - G-Eazy, Halsey

So I’ve recently found out that some male penguins like to find the smoothest rock they can find, because in their mind that’s the best rock there is, and give it to their female penguin so that they can build their nest and lay their eggs on it. I found that really cute and wanted to write something short about it so here you go. A longer fic is in progress!!

Rain x fem!ghoulette!reader

Synopsis: Rain spends days to find the perfect rock to impress one of the ghoulettes. But what he doesn't know is, that the certain ghoulette has a little something prepared in return.

Word count: 1.078

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The shy water ghoul has been pining after this earth ghoulette for weeks now. He has fallen head over heels for you. Like a puppy in love, he follows you around, doing whatever you ask of him, even if it's minor. He doesn't dare at all, he does it out of love for you. It's just the calming aura you surround yourself and others with and your love for nature, that made him fall for you. His fellow bandmates have noticed, and encourages him to tell you how he feels about you. He would have done so already, but he's determined to ask you properly. A proper water ghoul type of way.

For every elemental type, there's a different tradition to ask your mate out. For the earth type it's pretty straightforward, they will find the prettiest flowers they can find that remind them of their mate and make a bouquet for them out of those flowers.

Air ghouls will do various things, that can both involve the two or the one asking. Usually they will write a song and sing for the other, serenade the other in a way. Or if they have known each other for a longer time then sometimes they would choreograph a little dance and invite them to dance with them.

For the fire types, it might be a bit surprising. They would get a slice of a tree stump (don't ask them how, it's a fire ghoul thing) and engrave something in it that reminds them of themselves. The various rings on the slice of stump represent the number of years they want to spend time together. And maybe later on the line they will plant a tree together, the older the tree, the longer the couple lasts.

The quintessence and multi ghouls pick one of the four, usually with thing they resonate most with.

And last but not least, water ghouls. They are a bit more subtle than their fire counterpart. They like to find the smoothest rock from a riverbed or the ocean shore. If a water ghoul invests the time into finding the perfect rock for their mate, it means that they are truly in love and think that they want to spend eternity with the other, if they'll accept.

So then you have Rain, determined to find the smoothest, shiniest rock for his (hopefully) mate to be. And for the next couple of days he leaves and looks around rivers and oceans for the perfect rock. Luckily it's very fast and easy for water ghouls to move through water, they're practically flying through it. And it's a good thing that rivers and oceans are connected. For the first few days he’ll come back empty handed and dejected, close to giving up. Eventually, he does come back with a few rocks that he thinks might work as a gift, but in the end he would throw them out, determined that he can find better ones for you. After all, you only deserve the best of the best.

So he continues searching, and while he's taking a break he sees a glimmer rock beneath several other rough rocks. It's the perfect size, the perfect amount of shininess, it's the smoothest rock he has ever seen, and to make it even better, it has the slightest shade of blue in it. The color of the water ghouls. He eagerly takes it out of the water and gives it one more look over to check if it's actually perfect for you. Once he's satisfied and is sure that it's the rock for you, he heads home ready to ask you to be his mate.

***

You've been asking around, wondering where a certain water ghoul has vanished off to. All of them shrugged and told you that he’ll be back soon. They clearly know something that you don't. You patiently wait for him, wanting to spend some time with him. You've fallen quite a bit for Rain. So naturally as an earth ghoulette, you've prepared a little bouquet for him. You've taken the bouquet out of the vase in your room and hold it in your hands as you wait anxiously for Rain to come back in the commons room, hoping that he likes you back, even if it's in the slightest. You watch the door as other ghouls and ghoulettes walk by and give you smiles. Already knowing what Rain has in store for you.

Eventually, the door creaks open and in walks Rain, dripping a little water inside. He's cradling the rock in his hands, protecting it with the best of his abilities, not wanting anything to happen to the precious rock. As he meets your eyes, his smile drops, and his tail sags. “Are you waiting for someone?” He timidly asks you, not so sure of his rock anymore. You give him a slight smile, “yes, he's been disappearing a lot recently, and I've missed him, it made me realize my feelings for him.” His eyes water a bit as he casts his gaze towards the floor. His tail hanging limply now, absolutely dejected. Realizing what he's probably holding in his hands, you smile. Considering his reaction you figure he likes you in the same way you do. You stand up, and walk towards him, “that certain someone is a tall water ghoul. He's pretty shy, but he's really smart. He can be really protective of his loved ones, and loves to play music, specifically his bass.”

As if light bulbs are surrounding his head. He whips his head up, his tail rising and waving around in excitement. You laugh, “that certain water ghoul is you, Rain. This bouquet here is for you. I hope you like it, I tried my best.” You hand it out to him and he gingerly takes it from you. He lets out a little laugh, “I can't believe you beat me to it. Well, I might as well give this to you now.” He says as he opens up his palm to reveal this beautiful rock. “This rock is for you, I hope you treasure it as much as I treasure you.” You smile brightly up at him and nod. “I will for eternity, Rain. I love it.” He beams at you and pulls you in for a kiss. As you both pull away, he smiles again, “I'm really glad you're actually mine now, (Y/n). I love you, my droplet. You make me whole.”

[forlorn-crows]

𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌

Rating: Mature (implied sexual content)

Relationship(s): Aether/Rain

Tags: daddy kink, quintosis (quintessence as hypnosis), post-hypnotic trigger/suggestion, implied transmasculine rain, mildly dubious consent & morality, intox kink, alcohol. let aether be SLEAZY let him be NASTY. we love a wine drunk lightweight rain.

Words: 2189

Guppy. The quint ghoul watches the petname hit Rain’s brain and settle there, making his hips falter in their swaying. He makes an unconscious noise, momentarily stupored. But the haze is gone the next time he blinks, replaced with the almost imperceptible dilation of his pupils. A few sparkles of amethyst blend into his normal cerulean irises, indicative of Aether’s little trick he’s just begun to play. It’s simple, really. A little post-hypnotic suggestion, if you will. “That’s a new one; have you called me that before?” Rain giggles a little and takes another sip of his wine. Oh, has he.

Notes: for my bestie @divine-misfortune; happy birthday, void! he requested "I am placing an order fr Aeth and his guppy,,,,As for what theyre doin? Good question-idk maybe gettin him cute n dumb in public or smthn so he needs his daddy" and thus, this fic was born

Read the rest under the cut, or on AO3!

The abbey grounds are alive with celebration; alight with lanterns, string lights, and a great bonfire down the hill; the smell of stew, mulled wine, and crisp apple mixes with the fresh promise of autumn that cools the breeze. Many libations are passed amongst the scattered groups of ghouls and siblings, as well as shared laughs and cozy conversation. It’s a nice night for festivities, and it’s only bound to get rowdier as the evening progresses. 

Rain, of course, is no stranger to a good time. A glass of cranberry wine downed already with another one halfway drunk in his hand, he sways to Swiss and Mountain’s guitar-percussion duo they’ve set up just beyond the bonfire. The multi ghoul strums an unnamed melody while Mountain accompanies with a rhythm on an old floor tom. Easy-going and no particular songs in mind. A few others bustle around him—Cumulus spins Aurora around to her giggling delight, a group of siblings dance amongst their little circle, and Aeon is very obviously wiggling his butt for Swiss’ benefit. 

Not that Rain isn’t doing something similar. Aether’s quite enjoying watching the water ghoul sway his hips and smile coyly over his shoulder as Mountain blows him a kiss. He’s equally as cute in the outfit said drummer most likely picked out for him: a charcoal gray thermal underneath a cream colored blouse, chocolate brown joggers that hover above his leather chelsea boots and show off black wool socks, all topped off with a modest gold ring on his wine-glass-wielding hand. In his hair, bright magenta aster blooms are woven alongside yellow heliopsis flowers in the waterfall braids looping under his horns. 

A right autumn beauty that has Aether itching to touch, to charm.

“Hi, cutie,” he says appreciatively, slipping his hands around Rain’s waist after sauntering up behind him. He pecks the water ghoul on the cheek.

Rain hums and presses his chilled lips to Aether’s mouth. Cinnamon sugar and berry gracing the tip of his tongue. “Hi yourself,” he grins. 

The quint ghoul falls in time with Rain’s hip sways, pressing himself to his back. “And what number drink are we on, love?” he asks, like he doesn’t already know the answer.

“Excuse me, this is only glass number two, thank you very much,” Rain says indignantly. He turns up his nose playfully and flips his hair into Aether’s face, who simply chuckles and blows the strands away.

“Gotta pace yourself; don’t want to see this pretty face passed out in the lawn now, do we?”

Rain rolls his eyes. “I don’t see you enjoying the fruits of Mountain’s berry picking labor.” He throws another coquette look at the earth ghoul, playing it up as a compliment. 

Aether hums. “Open up and let me really taste, then,” he lilts, nipping at Rain’s jaw with a growl. 

“Ugh,” he laughs through a groan. In trying to dodge Aether’s attack, the red wine sloshes over the rim of his glass and soaks into the cuff of his thermal. “Aetherrr,” he complains, picking at the sleeve. 

Aether tuts. “It’s only a little—it’ll dry, guppy.”

Guppy. The quint ghoul watches the petname hit Rain’s brain and settle there, making his hips falter in their swaying. He makes an unconscious noise, momentarily stupored. But the haze is gone the next time he blinks, replaced with the almost imperceptible dilation of his pupils. A few sparkles of amethyst blend into his normal cerulean irises, indicative of Aether’s little trick he’s just begun to play.

It’s simple, really. A little post-hypnotic suggestion, if you will. 

“That’s a new one; have you called me that before?” Rain giggles a little and takes another sip of his wine. 

Oh, has he. He plays innocent. “What, ‘guppy’?” 

Rain giggles again, almost automatic. “Uh huh. Kinda like it.” Aether can tell he doesn’t know why he says so. It’s part of the design, of course, that he doesn’t catch on to what the nickname does to him. How each utterance weaves a little more magick into his mind, dropping him that much further. Rain hums, leaning into Aether more heavily than before. 

“Thought you might,” he rumbles, giving him a peck on the cheek. He catches Mountain’s eye over the water ghoul’s shoulder, his expression now twisted with a mix of amusement, suspicion, and maybe a little bit of jealousy. Aether throws him a wink, and the earth ghoul rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a smirk.

He taps the rim of Rain’s wine glass. “Is my pretty ghoul gonna pace himself properly, or will I have to keep an eye on you, mister?”

“Mmm, you can keep an eye on me all you want.” Rain wiggles his ass against his crotch suggestively. 

Aether chuckles and gives his waist a squeeze. “Watch it, now; you get into too much trouble and I’ll have to whisk you away from all the fun, guppy.”

Rain shakes his head exaggeratedly, whining in disagreement. Stumbling a little on his next hip swivel. “Nooo, let me have fuuun,” he protests. “I’ll be gooood. Promise.” He offers up the pinky on his free hand. The hammered gold band on his middle finger flashes with the firelight across the field. 

Aether links his pinky with his own. “I’ll be watching,” he warns playfully, nipping at his jaw again. Rain doesn’t swat him away this time. The quint ghoul offers a pat on the ass before he walks away, busying himself with hor devours and fish stew.

It’s a few hours later before they cross paths again, Rain noticeably tipsier and loose-limbed as he converses with Dew at the bonfire. If Aether’s observations were correct, the glass of dark, blackberry wine in his hand should be his fourth drink now. He’d be inebriated without the magick, lightweight as water ghouls typically are, but the touch of quintessence makes him needier, more tactile than he otherwise would be. It’s a side effect that makes itself known quite obviously: kissing Mountain full on the mouth after his and Swiss’ set was finished, resting his head on Sunshine’s shoulder as she fed him prosciutto and cheese cubes from her snack plate, holding a sister’s hand as he walked with her through the small rose garden that surrounds the outside walls of the bathhouse. 

Like this, he’s seductive and ripe for the taking. Aether’s drawn back to him like a magnet.

“ . . . wanna go someplace on the coast,” Rain is saying as he approaches the pair. “When it’s warm.” Rain pouts.

Dew makes a face. “Ugh, I don’t know if I can take more outside shows; too fuckin’ hot.”

“Y’re ‘fuckin’ hot,’” the water ghoul smirks, poking at Dew’s leg with his boot. 

Dew just rolls his eyes fondly. “And you’re drunk, starfish.”

“Nuh uh—”

“Think Dew’s right, guppy,” Aether interjects, placing his hands on Rain’s shoulders. “Hm?” Rain raises a finger above his head, waggling it in front of Aether’s chest to emphasize his nuh uh. Aether can feel the magick swirl that much deeper under his fingers, making Rain hiccup and drop his head back against the quint’s body.

Beside them, Dew crosses his arms and laughs knowingly. “Guppy, huh?” He raises an eyebrow and bites the inside of his cheek to stop his mouth from quirking up further. Mentally, Aether shrugs. So a few of them know of his tricks—sue him. They’ve enjoyed the effects of Rain’s (and their own) nickname before, so, really, they have no place to judge.

“‘s cute,” Rain slurs, smiling up at Aether. “Gu-ppy. Guuuuuppy.”

“Why don’t ya say it a few more times?” Dew snorts, turning to busy himself with the fire and leaving Aether to his sleazy antics. Luckily, Ifrit’s there to hold his attention. The quint ghoul slips around and takes the free spot on Rain’s left. He’s immediately greeted with a lapful of clumsy water ghoul, who chooses to climb on top of him instead of stay in his own seat. 

“Hi, love,” Aether says warmly, wrapping his arms around him. Deftly, he plucks the wine glass from Rain’s hand and places it on the stump beside them. “You enjoying yourself?”

“More now tha’ y’re here,” he smiles, all drunk and dopey. He loops his arms around Aether’s neck and hums. Adjusts himself more than comfortably on his lap, legs hanging over his hips and bellies pressed together. 

“I’m glad, my pretty guppy,” Aether rumbles. Rain makes a noise at the back of his throat, quick and breathy. Aether watches his eyelids flutter for the first time since the night began, like a moth's wings as they carry the flying creature closer to the flames. He tuts and brushes his thumb over the water ghoul’s cheek, who leans into the touch with a needy purr. 

“Y’ feel nice,” he sighs dreamily. 

“Not getting tired?” he asks, a self-satisfied smile crossing his face as Rain fights to blink away the haze.

He shakes his head, sticking out his bottom lip and wriggling closer. Rolling his hips not-so-subtly against Aether’s crotch. “Uh-uh.” 

“No? Looks like that wine is getting to you, love,” he teases. 

“Aetherrrrrr,” Rain wines. He wiggles again, and Aether can feel the damp heat starting to radiate off of him. Teetering perfectly between giggly, aroused, and falling asleep standing up. “Let me have fuuun,” he echoes himself from earlier.

“Out here, in front of everyone?” Rain groans and sticks his face into the crook of Aether’s neck. He chuckles to himself and wraps those big arms tight around his lithe body. One more, and he’ll be just where he wants him. He puts his mouth to Rain’s ear and whispers: “No—don’t want you to get sloppy, guppy; why don’t we tuck in for the night? You and me, what do you say?”

It’s like a weight drops on his body, Rain going so lax against him until his arms slip off Aether’s shoulders, head only staying up because his chin keeps it hanging off of Aether’s chest. He’s not dropped all the way, not just yet, but his face pulls into an expression of bliss and his eyes slip all the way closed this time. Purrs increasing in intensity as he helplessly melts into Aether’s control. 

And then he says something Aether wasn’t entirely prepared for; something that makes his breath catch in his throat and his pants get tight.

Rain sighs happily, stupidly, eyes reopening to amethyst-tinged slits as he gazes up at the quint ghoul. He smiles, licking his lips like a dog settling down for a nap. “Okay, daddy.”

Fuck. Aether bites back a groan. “Yeah, baby?” he says softly. “You wanna cozy up with Daddy?”

“Mm-hm,” he nods. 

Aether scoops him up immediately. He can feel Mountain’s jealous stare against his back as he carries Rain back to the abbey, no doubt thwarting the earth ghoul’s plan to strip Rain of the outfit he picked out for him and take him slow and sweet. The quint ghoul flicks his tail behind him: next time, big guy. 

Rain makes a noise of protest as he’s eventually plopped onto Aether’s bed, nearly falling over as he makes grabby hands towards the bigger ghoul.

“Just closing the door, sweet boy,” Aether assures. 

When he turns back, there’s a blush on Rain’s cheeks, rosied from the cool air. He looks back at Aether with big eyes, whining as he starts to paw at his own clothes. Needy and eager. A picture of casual sin, the braids around his horns have gone loose from the night’s festivities, flowers cascading down his curls like fallen leaves that get stuck in branches on their descent to the ground. The merriment which disheveled his pristine look has also sullied his blouse, now stained crimson in a few rogue spots from the wine. And as Rain shifts and spreads his legs a little, Aether catches sight of the tiny damp patch in the crotch of his pants, his sudden arousal obvious and impossible to hide. 

It’s enough to make his mouth water. “Fuck, look at you; handsome, handsome boy,” he rumbles. Aether crouches over him, bracketing Rain’s torso with his arms and leaning in to graze their noses together. The smell of wine and sweet, heady arousal hits him like a punch to the gut. In an instant, his resolve crumbles, and all he can do is groan. “Daddy wants you so bad, baby.”

Rain’s whimper turns into a gasp as Aether runs a hand down his thigh. “Oh . . . but—clothes,” he says dumbly, still grabbing at them. 

“Don’t worry, guppy—” he breathes, tracking that hand back up to the waistband of his pants, then his fly. Rain’s groan is soft, trailing off at the end as he starts to slip somewhere distant, putty in the quint ghoul’s hands. Aether pops the snap and pulls the zipper down with one claw, pushing past Rain’s fly to cup him over his now damp underwear. His mouth brushes against the water ghoul’s messily, hungrily, and lets the momentum of it all take them both down onto the bed. 

“—Daddy’ll take good care of you.”

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Part 1 (see below) / Part 3 / Ghoul Headcanons

Joshua Graham (Fallout: New Vegas, Honest Hearts DLC) NSFW Headcanons 2

(A follow up to this post from the other day because I've been continually plagued with thoughts about this man for the last few days...)

Terrible at dirty talk. He isn't incapable of saying things that you'll find erotic, things that'll turn you on, but intentional and explicit sexual talk is not a strength of his. Doesn't curse, nor does he really use crude nicknames for various body parts or sexual acts. The most you'll get out of him a lot of the time is a series of commands. The words "cock" and "cunt" do exist in his vocabulary, but they only slip out once in a rare while, usually when he's already turned on beyond rational thought, and you can always tell he's a little embarrassed to have said either of them once he's calmed down again.

Handsy when you're alone, and rather aggressively so. He wants you to constantly have his touch on your body fresh in your mind, so the moment you two leave camp or everyone retires for the evening he's teasing you physically every chance he gets. Pretty good at making a lot of his touches seem accidental, but oftentimes he fully abandons that pretense and lets it be fully known that he's intentionally trying to rile you up, which only riles you up more. His favorite move is to saddle up behind you and slowly slide a hand into your pants, playing with you until you literally can't stand properly before helping you back to your feet and going about his business.

Not the most adequate at romance due to his discomfort with the vulnerability it requires. Holding your hand and quoting Song of Songs is about as romantic as he gets face-to-face. Better with gestures that don't require him to perform them while you watch, but he's just not very traditionally romantic overall. He had a family that showed him a lot of love and care when he was young, but there were many years where the main forces in his life were violence and lies. That history doesn't exactly lend itself to poetic thinking, but he does try if you tell him that it's what you want. Will occasionally give you a bundle of flowers he picked, or a small tchotchke he found that he thinks you'd enjoy. Will also make frequent bids to get you to spend time with him. He isn't without ways to show he cares about you, but many of them won't be ways you're used to. He can be a tad more lovey-dovey during and after sex sometimes, but it requires him to be both relaxed and in a very good mood, conditions which are rarely both met at the same time.

Likes to think he's above thinking with his dick due to his impeccable self-control, but you quickly prove to him that he's not as infallible as he believes himself to be. This man would do a lot, and I mean a lot of things to see you on your knees with his cock in your mouth, and you're more than eager to use that knowledge against him. If he's upset with you, he'll do his best to avoid a situation where you can do so, because he's quite embarrassed at how easily he folds the second you tug on his fly. Scolds you for being such a debauched whore the first time you swallow his load, though soon he's all but making you swallow every time.

I spoke a few days ago about how I firmly believe Joshua is in the middle of becoming a ghoul, which is why his injuries from years prior "won't heal". The truth is that the burns have long healed; the sloughing and blistering in his flesh now is because he's in the middle of a long, painful transformation process. Finally exposing him to a little bit of radiation and demonstrating its ability to ease his pain will make him incredibly grateful; having grown up in the post-war world, he's always been taught to avoid extra radiation as much as possible, to avoid contact with questionable foods and stay out of the rain, and it would never occur to him to treat these things as therapeutic (largely because he's hesitant to accept what he's becoming).

Finally having a way to properly manage his pain will raise his spirits noticeably, at least relatively compared to how much he panics about what his new status says about his soul. But it'll also blow the lid straight off the Pandora's box that is his often-neglected sexual drive. Be ready to go from only being able to touch him once in a while when the wind blows right to him actively pursuing and propositioning you multiple times a week. He'd be thrilled to have the energy to fuck you the way he's always fantasized about.

[ramblingoak]

Boxer Exchange

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 1 - Cuteness Aggression

Mountain x Rain

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Mountain has a little farm and sells flowers at the local farmer's market. Rain meets him there while selling his art. ~

Warnings: some suggestive things but otherwise just fluff! nsfw just in case, 18+ only/mdni, 400 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

The chickens were the final straw.

Ok, not exactly the chickens themselves but the ghoul currently out there feeding the chickens.  The earth ghoul that Rain had been daydreaming about relentlessly since he had first seen him at the farmer’s market.  The ghoul that filled up an entire sketchbook at this point with another soon to be added to the pile.  The one that Rain had maybe, possibly confessed his feelings to the night before.

But really, after sex like that what else was he supposed to do?

Looking back, Rain probably shouldn’t have tackled him in the chicken pen.  There were feathers and…other things all over the ground.  One of the hens, Princess Penelope if he remembered correctly, had already wandered over to pick through Mountain’s hair.  The earth ghoul himself was peering up at Rain looking equal parts amused and confused.

“Uh, everything ok?”

“Yes.  Yes, I’m fine.”  Rain flicked an errant feather off Mountain’s chest, his eyes following it for a moment before he couldn’t help but look back at all the skin on display.  Mountain quirked an eyebrow up, his big hands slowly sliding up Rain’s thighs and his tail wrapping around his waist.  “This is your fault actually.”

“My fault?  I’m just out here feeding my chickens.”

“Naked.” 

“I have boxers on.”

“You have my boxers on.  They’re barely covering anything!”  Mountain only gave him a dirty smirk in reply, his fingers digging into the water ghoul’s ass.  Rain had grabbed Mountain’s boxers before he came outside since his own had been missing from the bedroom floor.  After looking out the window and seeing Mountain with his hair in a messy bun wearing just boxers and a pair of pink boots while he sweet talked his chickens well…  “I will not apologize for my actions.”

“Duckweed, you can tackle me whenever you want.”  Rain rolled his eyes at the nickname but before he could complain about it he found himself being manhandled as Mountain stood up.  He ended up slung over Mountain’s shoulder which he definitely would have bitched about if it didn’t give him a great view of the earth ghoul’s ass.  “We should shower and then have breakfast.”

“Is that all?”

Rain couldn’t help but shiver when Mountain chuckled.  

“Oh don’t worry,”  Mountain pinched his butt and Rain yelped, scaring the hens off that had wandered close.  “We’ll do lots of stuff in between.”

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[miasmaghoul]

*ahem* edelweisss, edelweisss . . .

Swiss leans in the doorway to the common room, arms crossed over his chest, tail idly swishing behind him. He's been here for a few minutes now, left his book dog-eared on his bed with the intent of grabbing a snack. He'd found the kitchen occupied, though, and the smile he wears is exclusively thanks to the sight before him.

The kitchen is a mess; the small island is occupied by an ancient stand mixer and a few dirty bowls, while the counter lies covered in open containers, half-empty ingredient bags and not-small pile of used measuring spoons. The scent of sugar, citrus and something floral hangs heavy in the air, and Swiss can feel the heat of the oven from across the room.

At the center of the mess, though, lies what holds Swiss' attention.

Mountain's humming, swaying in front of the stove along with the album playing on the common room turntable. Something jazzy Swiss recognizes but can't name off the top of his head. Whatever it is, Mountain is clearly lost in it while he rather vigorously stirs something Swiss can't see. What he can see is the smattering of floury handprints covering Mountain's jeans, and the streak of something pale yellow that's somehow ended up in his hair. Swiss can only imagine how much worse Mountain's front must be, but there's one more detail that keeps him from wondering too hard.

The few delicate white flowers that have made their home at the base of Mountian's antlers have Swiss' eyes crinkling. He'd know those pale petals anywhere.

Swiss pushes off the doorframe and drags his feet just loud enough to announce himself. Sneaking up on Mountain in the kitchen doesn't usually end well. He sees the other ghoul's ear flick, sees him pause in stirring, and Swiss feels safe to speak.

"Thinkin' about me, grasshopper?"

Mountain peers at his over his shoulder, raises an eyebrow. Swiss gestures at his head as he strolls into he room, and Mountain rolls his eyes as though he can see his own antlers. He makes a chuffing sound and resumes his mixing, but Swiss doesn't miss his little smirk.

"Might be," he replies with a half shrug. "It's happened once or twice, against my better judgement."

Swiss laughs as he hops up onto one of the bar stools at the island, one leg tucked up under himself. He rests his elbow on one of the few clean spots by the mixer - the remnants of whatever Mountain has in his hair sits in the bowl closest to him, so Swiss picks it up and gives it a sniff.

"What's on the menu today, peaches?" Swiss swipes a fingers through a blob on the side of the bowl. Gives it a cursory sniff.

"A lemon and lavender cake," Mountain supplies, just in time for Swiss to pop his finger into his mouth and find out for himself.

The batter is delicious, sweet and tart and wonderfully smooth. Delightful on all counts. Swiss isn't surprised; Mountain is as good a cook as he is a messy one, and judging by the splotch of egg yolk Swiss can see on the ceiling this has been particularly inspired session.

"Fancy," he says, gathering another bit of batter. "If you need someone to taste when it's baked, my mouth ain't busy."

Mountain snorts, and together they say,

"For now."

Swiss playfully tosses a dirty tea towel at his back, and Mountain catches it without even looking. Tucks one corner into his pocket while his tail meanders towards the fridge.

"Already baked," he says, nodding towards the appliance while his tail tugs it open. The middle shelf holds three identical rounds of cake, the loveliest shade of yellow speckled with what must be flecks of lavender. "You'll have to wait for the finished product, I already trimmed them down. For quality control. You know how it is."

Swiss nods sagely. He slides from his stool and wanders over to the stove, humming when Mountain's tail sways up to greet him, the tufted end caressing his jaw. Swiss leans against the counter, and now he can see what Mountain is working on.

"What's, uh," he waves at the odd arrangement on the stove - a pan beneath what appears to be the stand mixer's bowl, which must contain whatever Mountain is tirelessly stirring. "What's this all for, then?"

"Frosting," Mountain tells him, lifting what turns out to be a whisk. "Eventually."

Something thick and gooey drips from the whisk and immediately gives Swiss several indecent thoughts.

"Don't say it looks like cum," Mountain says before Swiss can so much as open his mouth.

"Wasn't gonna," Swiss lies, tongue poking out between his fangs. Mountain gives him a look. "I wasn't!" Swiss insists, pushing away from the counter. He slips behind Mountain instead, wraps his arms around the taller ghoul's waist. Swiss kisses the back of his shoulder. "But I was gonna ask if that was why you were thinkin' about me."

Mountain barks out a laugh.

"Gross," he complains, but his tail wraps around Swiss' calf all the same. "But you're actually half right." Swiss makes a questioning sound, and Mountain points a thumb behind them. "Look at the recipe."

Swiss will, eventually. He indulges in holding Mountain first, just for a moment. Presses his nose to his sweat-damp shirt and breathes in the the homey scent of warm earth and something herbal. It blends beautifully with the lemon and sugar surrounding them, makes him feel a little fuzzy around the edges. He gives Mountain a squeeze, and stands on his toes to kiss the back of his neck before he lets go; another soft, white blossom pops up behind Mountain's ear.

Mountain picks up humming again while Swiss hunts for the recipe he mentioned. He piles dishes as he searches, stacks bowls and gathers measuring spoons. He finds it after a minute, an index card stained with vanilla and sticky with egg.

"A-ha," he holds up the card triumphantly, a light dusting of flour raining down from it. "Let's see what got you growing me."

Swiss wipes the card on his pants, and recognizes its looping, cursive script as Cumulus' handwriting. Lemon lavender layer cake with -

"No fuckin' way," Swiss says through a laugh. He looks up to find Mountain watching him with a glimmer in his eye. "That's all it took?"

"Yep," Mountain sighs, turning back to the task at hand. "That's all."

Swiss stares at the back of his head for a beat, and then the goofiest smile cracks his face. He tosses the card to the counter and returns to his place at Mountain's back, wrapping him up just a little tighter this time.

"Lucifer, you're a sap," he teases, but they both know it's true. Swiss reaches up and plucks one of the flowers decorating Mountain's antlers, spins it between two fingers. "Not that I'm complaining about bein' on your mind."

"Neither am I, edelweiss," Mountain rumbles. He briefly abandons his dutiful whisking to turn and knock their horns together. "Neither am I."

Mountain ducks down just enough for Swiss to catch him is a leisurely kiss, one that tastes like summery sunshine, and then he's gone again. Leaves Swiss grinning dumbly at the back of his head while warmth trickles into his belly. He settles against the taller ghoul's back, and in no time at all the pair of them start to sway to the music as one.

"So," Swiss murmurs into his shirt after a long moment, "what's a Swiss meringue buttercream, anyway?"

[the-s1lly-corner]

Date nights with Eyeless Jack include...

Kinda miss writing creepypasta stuff but I'm a little pressed for ideas <\3 doing this in between requests so ! I'll get to them some time today; likely tonight

I think I might do more "date night" stuff with other creepypasta characters bit we'll see!

Very au/hc heavy btw!!

A lot of the dates you guys have together is usually at his place or yours; or sometimes you guys walk around the woods he's made his home! Just.. please stay close by, hes set up traps around to catch any trespassers

Plus even if you guys try to go out to eat and you guys manage to get in there without raising any suspicions, it would all be for nothing. Jack doesnt really

Eat human food

Like it's not like he prefers flesh over food, in fact if he could undo what was done to him he would in a heartbeat. But he genuinely cannot eat human food without getting violently ill

Think tokyo ghoul rules

So dinner dates are out of the question, if you feel bad for eating in front of him while he gets nothing (he doesnt like eating in front of others, anyway)

Movie dates, however, are very nice! Eyeless jack already has a lil tv and a DVD player, so if you bring a couple disks you guys can have a movie marathon!

Cuddles :)!

You guys sitting on his old couch and snuggling up under the blanket

Jack has a very low body temperature, so be sure to bring extra blankets!

Since I personally hc jack to be short and thick hes like a teddy bear! Very good for cuddling!

Honestly date nights are very similar to your normal hang outs, given the limited options... but eyeless jack goes out into the woods and picks flowers for you! So theres that!

Just dont ask why it looks like he got in a nasty fight (he maaaaaay or may not have strayed top far into slendermans portion of the woods)

(Casually slips in personal au lore)

Date idea where you patch jack up after that, or after he bonks himself from flinging himself around

That

Is actually kind of sad since in my interpretation Jack doesnt want to be this man eating monster, he doesnt want to eat people. But he physically cant eat anything that isnt flesh, and he literally goes feral when he gets too hungry. He literally tries so so hard not to go into a blood frenzy that it can end up in him hurt

That

Sucks, actually

Sits

Moving on if I recall correctly I had a post somewhere where you and eyeless jack walk around the streets late at night when no one else is out, and it helps jack feel like hes still a person. Let that man get a taste of his old life, as a treat

[cowboyemeritus]

Day 13

Prompt: Exhibitionism and Impact Play

Pairing: Primo/Reader

Tags: exhibitionism, public sex, mild spanking

Notes: i ended up completely scrapping my original entry for today, so sorry if this seems rushed/sloppy (it is). this is a sort of continuation of Day 10. enjoy!

Summer, it seems, isn’t done with you yet. Even as dusk approaches, the greenhouse is still sweltering. A bead of sweat drips from the tip of your nose, splashing onto the flowers below. Bent over the planter, you twist your head back to check in on Primo, who for the past minute or-so has been occupied by the globes of your bare ass, gently massaging them. He’s locked in, brow furrowed in concentration as if he’s studying one of his ancient tomes. Sweat glistens on his forehead, the apples of his cheeks a rosy pink that spreads down his neck.

“Papa,” you ask. “Are you sure it’s not too hot? You’re not over- Oh!” Two long, elegant fingers trace the seam of your cunt, feeling the wetness there. His doffed work gloves are perched precariously on the edge of the planter, and as you put more of your weight on the wooden structure it shakes, sending them toppling to the ground.

“I am quite alright,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “But, I promise I will not over-exert myself.” His fingers sink into your pussy and you can’t help but moan. You’re pretty sure everyone else has already cleared out, no doubt hitting the showers before your evening meal. Still, the possibility exists that people are still out on the trails, and will inevitably pass by the greenhouse on their way back to the Abbey. Though the prospect of being caught by one of the older Siblings, a ghoul, or even another Papa is petrifying, a part of you hopes that maybe someone from your initiate class will spy you with the First. You’re not in this for bragging rights, but perhaps being seen like this will help dispel the rumors that you’re having second thoughts about joining the Congregation.

The truth of the matter is that your classmates don’t give a shit about the Mysteries, and can’t throw an orgy to save their lives. Frankly, they’re just lame and boring.

Primo crooks his fingers just right, and your cunt makes an audible, wet noise. You were right to drool over his hands for so long; no one has ever been able to pull this kind of pleasure out of you from fingering alone. Sure, he has years of experience, but sometimes you think they may legitimately be magic. He hits your sweet spot perfectly each time his digits slide back in, and already, your legs are shaking. You’re (obviously) not inclined to believe anything the rumor mill churns out, but of all the bullshit you’ve heard, the whispers that Primo may have a pact with Asmodeus are the post plausible. As with most of his arcane knowledge, however, he has remained tight-lipped on the matter. Hopefully someday, he’ll finally let you pick his brain.

His other hand swats at your ass, startling you out of your rumination. You try to chastise him, knowing that’s his bad shoulder, but all that comes out is a choked moan. Primo hums, pleased, soothing the stinging skin with gentle circles of his palm. You sure wish you could get a look at yourself, exposed, sweaty, and aching for him. The image of your ass, marked with his handprint, makes your core spasm around his skilled fingers. You’d wear it proudly, and display it for all the Congregation to see. 

“Again,” you beg, not even realizing you’ve opened your mouth. “Please.” Primo chuckles. The back of his hand brushes over the forming welt absentmindedly, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

“Not so shy anymore, are we, violaciocca?”

[sphylor]

hey sphy i have come to bonk you. the ghouls treating rain like royalty >:]

"No" isn't a word that drifts past Rain's ears often. In almost every circumstance he gets what he wants, and he knows this. He knows if he bats those long eyelashes of his and looks up with his doe eyes, people seem hard pressed to refuse his request. Normally, he doesn't even have to ask. The other ghouls seem content to throw themselves at his feet. Eager, even. To practically grovel for him.

Rain doesn't take advantage of this... often. Never for anything malicious. Just small favours. Aether will pass his drinks to him even if they're within his arm's reach. "Can't have you straining your arms." he always says in his humble medical opinion. And who's Rain to argue with that advice? He just smiles sweetly and graciously accepts the service. As does he whenever Sunshine fluffs up the pillows he rests on (“Now we want you to be comfortable, don’t we?”). And when Cirrus plays her piano just for him whilst Cumulus sings his favourite songs. Or when Mountain plucks a flower to hand to Rain whenever he visits the greenhouse (“A rain lily, only comparable to your beauty by name.”). And he’s lost count of the amount of times Swiss has held his hand down the stairs, turning with a wink and lifting it to lips to press a kiss into it once they reached the bottom. Even the new ghoul and ghoulette quickly fell into line, Phantom offering to pick up Rain’s chores whilst Aurora painted his claws pretty shades blue.

The word “princess” was first uttered when they first tried on the new uniforms. He could feel Dew’s eyes on him the entire time. As he looked at himself in the mirror he could see why. The frills on his sleeves and the lovely blue cape made him look like royalty. And he couldn’t deny the idea went to his head a little.

When Rain left to go back to his room, he heard footsteps following him dutifully. Before he could reach out to open the door, Dew sprung out from behind and opened it for him, almost bowing, Rain thought, as he passed him to enter the room. Dew closed the door but made no move to enter the room further, choosing to hover near the entrance still. Rain turned to look at him, an amused smile playing at his lips at the sight of just how dumbfounded his fire ghoul looked. “Something wrong, Droplet?” was the question he never got a response to as Dew walked over to him and knelt down at his feet, looking up at him with all the reverence and devotion in the world. 

“Please, Rainy.” His voice sounded wrecked already.

“You want to make me feel good, Droplet? Treat me like a princess?” Rain asked innocently.

Dew dropped his head against Rain’s leg, running his hands up his thighs and towards his zipper. “Yes.”

Rain tutted disappointedly “Yes… what?”

Dew looked back up at him, always so eager to please his Rainbow. “Yes, your highness.”

[anamelessfool]

Ribbons & Ties (AO3 Link) Chapter 3

GEN (Ch 2 Here) 2000ish words

Terzo x Omega, Terzo & Family, Terzo & His Ghouls, Cardinal Marian is in there for like ten minutes

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Commitment, Rom Com Energy, There's a Wedding, Secondo is Papa Emeritus, Gift Giving, The ghoul names are all messed up sorry it is for plot purposes, I can't have Fluff without some Angst sorry

For reasons beyond Terzo's understanding, he wants to give Omega a present for the ghoul's "birthday". It proves to be a lot more complicated than Terzo realizes.

Art by @kabukiaku used with permission

Chapter 3 Below the Cut! (We like Reblogs, Comments and Kudos omnomnom)

The wedding ceremony of Terzo's impossible older brother commences. There is at least one person up there who he feels truly loves him, unbelievably enough. And for an instant Terzo wishes their bond didn't exist in the shadows.

3

There was a row of guests in the Sanctum that stood out from the others, their necks craned upwards at the rafters, holding purses and adjusting ties. They looked lost, tourists let loose from their guide. Midst the formal vestments, headwear and honor cords was a dozen people dressed as best as they could be in ordinary suits and cocktail dresses. Most of them with expressions of polite confusion stamped across their faces.

“Bride's family,” Terzo explained to Omega as the two of them slipped in at the very last moment.

THEY HAVE NO IDEA. The ghoul gave an amused snort.

“They got this far, they have some idea,” Terzo replied. “Maybe not about what you are, but I'm thankful that's not my job. However—” Terzo gave a final once-over of his ghoul. As the clergy was dressed to the nines in all of their awards and marks of station, so were the ghouls. They each wore a black and silver suit with a dashing military half-cape, Secondo's ghouls with green silk lining, Terzo’s with violet. Terzo fixed the ornate silver buckle on the strap that stretched across Omega’s chest, tracing down the buttons of the jacket with a lingering finger.

Omega caught Terzo’s hand in his, an aura of soft affection pooling at his feet. LAST NIGHT WAS NICE. To no one’s surprise (had anyone known at all) they made up quickly after Terzo’s embarrassing attempt at offering his love a gift. Despite this, Terzo still felt a shade of shame. Omega had given him the most tender confession. A present Terzo half-picked out with an assistant in the last ten minutes of a workday was simply not enough.

Terzo looked shyly at the floor. “Not too loud,” he muttered with a smirk. “And you’ve forgotten this morning already? For shame. Now, one more thing, of course.”

The ghoul dutifully bent forward and Terzo adorned him with the finishing touches courtesy of the bride, a voluminous flower crown. “Not very Satanic but…I think it's a nice touch,” said Terzo, watching Omega go almost cross-eyed trying to look at the crown on his own head. “You'll do well.”

I’LL HONOR YOU. Omega was tasked with taking the lead on organizing the music, considering Terzo would be busy as a family member. With one last tender touch of their fingers, the ghoul took his leave.

That left Terzo to walk down the aisle himself to wish the couple well.

How many eyes followed him? How many heads turned, leaned towards their neighbor and whispered? He didn't want to pick out his conquests from the crowd, but it was easy to find at least one sibling in his periphery that knew him in a Biblical sense at one point.

If he realized how much more people would stare at him now that he was Papa Elect, would he have been a bit more careful? Maybe. That was always the problem for Future Terzo, but that version of himself was now colliding with the Present.

He could always count on Copia to provide him with a sincere dopey smile or weak wave but even he was lost in his own head. Sitting on the organ bench, gripping the wood, a too large floral boutineer pinned to his coat. Today's rigidness hinted at his desire for perfection.

At the end of the aisle an equally adorned Sister of Sin presented Terzo with a silk ribbon. He took it from her and faced the two figures standing just before the altar. Papa Emeritus II, his brother Maestro Secondo. The Provider of the Satanic Church of the Void. The virtuoso artist, the stoic magician, the ruthless climber. The relentless Will of Authority. But his brother, just the same. His difficult, impossible brother.

Beside him was his future wife Sandra, the nurse from the Infirmary. She was equally accomplished as a medical professional, researcher, fourth generation heir to her family’s memorial home in the real world beyond the Ministry. The mother of Papa’s child. Their left hands were clasped as one. All along their arms were a dozen or so ribbons tying them together.

Terzo looked into the eyes of Papa Emeritus II. For once, Papa had an expression that was more distant than disappointed.

“Terzo,” said his brother.

Papa Emeritus II wore his grand vestments on his wedding day, but his miter was humbly staged on the Papal throne nearby. Today he was merely Secondo, yet his pitted face kept its stormy severity. He chose to wear his skull visage, and the pair looked more like a painting of Death and the Maiden than anything else. Death and the Maiden, handfasted together.

The bride Sister Sandra was in a bright emerald green dress like soft clouds of fluffy tulle. Her freckled shoulders were bare. Her thick, platinum blonde hair started with a neat headband and then fell in a heavy swoop down her back. She had a bubbly, proud smile as she stood across from Secondo, the ties going up her thin arm.

Terzo gave a formal little bow and leaned forward to tie his ribbon around the couple’s arms. “Satana li fa e poi li accoppia.”

Secondo presented him with a noble nod of recognition, and Sandra smiled broadly. “Thank you for coming, Terzo,” she said.

Behind her on the altar was Sister Imperator, the Dark Mother. The Officiant. She was cloaked in her usual nest of transparent veils but even obscured by that Terzo could feel her eyes on him. Could feel her scowl of contempt.

Terzo scanned the Sanctum and his eyes rested on the one seat left for him—the front row, next to his father who was waving and grinning ear to ear. He bounced Secondo and Sandra’s baby son on his knees. Terzo smiled painfully. Best seat in the house.

“He's too smiley,” Terzo said as he sat down. The child immediately lunged for the Grucifix pendant on his vestments, but was stopped by Nihil’s firm grip on his body. His little mouth stretched open, a crooked jack-o'-lantern grin. Terzo didn't settle in, choosing to stare at the child, waiting. Baby Paul’s new game was to bite people and laugh at their reaction. “Why is Secondo’s kid so smiley?”

“Apparently you were smiley. They say he looks like you,” Nihil chuckled.

“Looks like me? What is that supposed to mean?” He watched his nephew stare at the flickering light on the walls from the stained glass and drool. “I had nothing to do with this.” He sneered. “Perhaps it's because he’s not bald, haha!”

Copia spun around on the organ bench and the music began, the colors of sound pealing beautifully out in all directions, the entire building shaking from the sleeping giant built within its walls. Little Paul shrieked nonsensically and took the opportunity to grab his grandfather by the throat and pull him in for an attempted bite.

Nihil was almost misty eyed as the ceremony began.“I didn't expect my boys to be the marrying type,” he said, untangling himself from the child’s tiny jaws. “Primo, maybe.”

Terzo watched Secondo help his bride organize the puffy tulle of her dress as best as he could with their arms tied together. Sandra laughed, a sparkling sound. “Especially not to that one,” muttered Terzo.

“At their core they're the same.”

Terzo found himself staring in Omega's direction. The ghoul was seated on a stool near the choir box, resting on his acoustic guitar. The ease in which he sat settled Terzo. Both beings had a strong air of confidence. But to Terzo, Omega’s confidence came from actual competency. His relaxed, strong presence came from him existing perfectly in his element, not some sort of smokescreen.

Omega noticed Terzo’s stare and met his gaze. He very softly, teasingly brushed a finger across the neck of his guitar, ending at its shoulder with circular strokes. Terzo swallowed, a thrill coursing through him.

There was at least one person up there who he felt truly loved him, unbelievably enough. And for an instant Terzo wished their bond didn't exist in the shadows.

“And though tides change and love may fade,” Sister intoned, her speech fading in and out of Terzo’s focus, “May your respect for the domain of the other hold fast, for the sake of your honor and the sake of your progeny…”

“I've always been a wanderer,” said Nihil suddenly in Terzo’s ear. “Can't help nature. You and I are alike like that.”

“I thought I took after the baby,” said Terzo. “Make up your mind, old man.”

The organ music swelled, filling the air with swirls of meticulously played noise.

“Ah! That's my cue!” Nihil stood up so suddenly his knees cracked. He twisted at the waist and dropped his grandson into Terzo’s arms.

“Hey—what?!” Terzo yelped over the organ interlude, catching the baby just in time.

Terzo had spent most of his life expertly avoiding events he did not want to attend. Now he was stuck and very much in public view. The only thing he could do was watch, and as he watched he assessed, just like everyone around him. Events one was required to attend made one imagine their own selves in the scenario, Terzo included. And as he watched Sister and Nihil drone on and participated in the endless kneeling and standing he made his own conclusions. I don't want this.

Secondo and Sandra’s left arms were fully tied together, a tangle of dozens of colorful ribbons placed one by one. At the end of the ceremony the Dark Mother would present the groom with an athame, and he would cut through all of the ribbons and that would be the end. The physical tie would fall to the floor, but the tie of souls would be upheld. Forever.

Maybe I want some of this. Maybe just a little.

Was that why the most simple act of giving a gift to his ghoul make his mind go to pieces? His Will scatter to the winds? Choice leered at him. Permanence haunted him.

Secondo dutifully took the athame from Sister. The congregation watched the ties fall, one by one. The many physical ties transmuted into one impenetrable, astral bond. They were beholden no longer to the will of those around them. The couple stood together, withstanding the entire world.

Us versus the entire world. Not just me. Us.

Terzo felt a sharp jab across his hand and he yelped, gripping the child in his arms. “Agh! Patatino!”

Little Paul gnashed his teeth, letting out a loud, wild cackle.

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NEXT CHAPTER (4)

[ghoulangerlee]

a few personal headcanons I have about Aeon and Aurora:

Aurora was summoned while Secondo was alive, there's no record of who summoned her, but her job has been, since her summoning, to provide her voice during sermons and other gatherings. Before she was in the band, she was part of the choir and very highly regarded. She's incredibly musically inclined and has been offered to lead the choir once she returns from touring with the band. She's an air-water hybrid. She's very into magic and other more occult things, most of her free time you'll find that she's secluded herself in the libraries surrounded by books on magic.

Aeon was summoned sometime before Terzo's death by an internal team who would summon ghouls and assign them Jobs. He's an earth—quintessence hybrid, which is why he's so twiggy and unlike previous quintessence ghouls. He is gifted with plants and the like and not too good at quintessence magic but he's getting there. He originally worked the grounds, specifically the gardens, where he'd use his magic to help keep the flowers growing bountiful year round. Feeding the earth his magic to give it an extra boost sometimes.

Neither of them were expected to suddenly change jobs, but with Sunshine and Aether stepping back for the tour, there were two places open.

Aether was the one who suggested Aeon take his place, because of his open nature and his interest in music—he wasn't too good with it all at first, easily making mistakes and getting too over eager to prove himself, but he was a quick study and in no time he'd been brought up to speed on the music. He's still a bit star struck around Papa. It's mostly endearing though.

Aurora had been an easy pick, Cumulus had suggested it to Sunshine, and Sunshine, wanting to make sure Aurora could hold her own, put her through rigorous training to make sure she was up to it. Much to Sunshine's surprise, not much could catch Aurora off guard. Her voice was perfect, she was perfect. (It did make Sunshine a bit jealous with how smoothly Aurora fit in, but they definitely worked it out before the tour started.)

Joining an already formed pack was another hurdle they'd crossed, sometimes it would work fine, but sometimes it wouldn't and they were afraid that this would be one of the times they couldn't integrate into the pack structure (as neither of them had really had a pack before now).

But well, it worked out in the end :)

[can-of-pringles]

What are your OCs' favorite acts of romance/intimacy from their partners? If they don't have a partner, what acts of intimacy would they like to have?

Ooh good question! I'm not sure if I already have this written down somewhere... I guess I'll see tomorrow.

I'll stick with three acts for each character.

Arline Lanes: She'd like to have... someone offering to do her hair, sharing a big coat with someone when it's cold, someone holding her hand so she can have a better balance.

Fox: She'd like to have... someone to just tell everything to (she's very secretive and keeps things bottled up longer than she should), someone that'll hold and comfort her after a mission goes wrong, someone that will put lotion on her scars from fights.

Carina Shepherd: She remembers bits and pieces from her parent's relationship as a child, so a lot of her ideas of romance would be based off that. She'd want someone who would make her coffee in the morning, someone who would want to go on walks together with her, someone who would listen enthusiastically to her about her interests and they'd talk a lot about the things they both like. Nowadays all she wants is someone who won't abandon her or look at her like she's a monster :(

Dannie Karim: Likes when Murphy reminds them to check their bg or to not miss a meal, likes when Murphy uses petnames, likes when Murphy is genuinely trying to be gentle and open with them (Murphy has a lot of issues of her own but is trying to improve as a person, especially for Dannie)

Ryn Halvorsen: Well, they had a relationship.. (It's complicated) but some of the things they liked were when their partner would make them breakfast (it's just that Ryn would be up so early already working with the horses that they'd forget to eat), liked it when their partner would go on trail rides with them and they'd get to just talk, liked it when their partner would massage their achey muscles from a long day of horse training.

Silas Petersson: Likes when Copia shows him something, saying that it reminded him of them (he/they Silas pronouns come to the rescue to make this sentence less confusing), likes when Copia goes on walks with him around the Ministry grounds, likes when Copia and he get to cuddle at night and talk before they go to sleep.

Pigeon: Pigeon isn't the romance type typically but has such a close-knit pack bond with the other ghouls. They like it when the other ghouls include them in activities (since they're not a band member and just a staff ghoul, they get worried about others forgetting about them, but the main ghouls always try to include them), likes when the other ghouls get them snacks that they can't get as easily in Sweden like some American food probably, likes ghoul cuddle piles!

Arith: Likes when Iriel flirts with him, likes when Iriel spends time with him while he's cooking, likes when Iriel is the big spoon occasionally.

Iriel: Likes when Arith watches movies with her, likes when Arith picks out clothes for her, likes when Arith listens to her favorite music with her.

Kaia: Likes when Odel goes out with her, likes when Odel helps wash her hair, likes when Odel preens her wings (this is a huge trust thing considering the state of her wings. The only other people allowed to are her fathers) (though I know that's basically it anyway but it's about the principle)

Odel: Likes when Kaia gets her flowers, likes when Kaia will wrap a blanket around them both and cuddle, likes it when Kaia saves any last bit of food for her.

Eliška Hasek: Likes when Rocket and her have solo missions, likes when her and Rocket polish weapons and tools together, likes it when Rocket wraps her hands when they typically get injured (big trust thing!)

Marigold Rosales: Likes when Peter reminds her to take breaks, likes it when he starts a bubble bath for her, likes it when Peter will take her to some secret hang out spot just for them.

Rosie Rosales-Maximoff: Likes when Allison shows her something duck related, likes it when Allison peels her oranges for her, likes it when Allison holds her close while they're roller skating together.

Allison Dahir: Likes it when Rosie takes her clothes shopping, likes it when Rosie does her makeup, likes it when Rosie leaves little sticky notes all over with cute messages for her.

Lee Quinn: She'd like to have... someone to snuggle up with on the couch watching movies together, someone that would want to do cute date stuff with, someone who would make her feel better after a tough day.

Jelaa Latka: She likes it when Ahsoka cooks with her, she likes it when Ahsoka meditates with her, she likes it when she and Ahsoka look at the stars.

Van Kahl: They would like to have someone that would... fight by their side, someone who would love to help around with the ship and parts in general, someone who would help them relax every now and then. Like seriously they do a lot and need a break. They probably would take a nap or something.

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

Observations

A/N: Round 2, electric boogaloo. Again, thank you to a friend who helped come up with a pretty, poetic way to describe Grave's wings. I made sure it all went through this time. Let's try this again, shall we? Again, here's a visual of Grave's wings. Minors/Under the age of 18, do not interact, my fluff is not for you.

Fandom: Ghost 

Characters: Grave, (OC) Copia, Papa Emeritus Primo 

Warnings: Swearing. Some tickles. Might be OOC but IDC, I wrote it for myself.

Summary: Primo’s been fascinated by Grave’s wings since Terzo brought her home. Observations ensue.

Irish Gaelic translation: Mora Duit- “Morrow to you.” A greeting.

Italian translation:  Buon pomeriggio- Good afternoon.

Grazie- Thank you

Fatina- Little Fairy

Dolcezza- sweetheart

~ ~ ~

Primo paid the creature no mind, at first. He knew however, that Terzo's story of summoning a ghoul in Ireland was false. Even with Omega's help, his younger brother didn't have half of what he needed for the ritual. When confronted, Terzo caved and admitted that she was in fact, a phooka. Going forward, Grave didn't bother the old man much. The other ghouls told her he’d pissed on one of them, when angered on one occasion.

 

He seemed easily irritated, so she gave both he and Secondo a wide berth. Though Terzo told her something interesting, her second week at The Ministry:

Approximately a year before he found Grave, Terzo had called for a ‘family meeting’ between himself, Secondo, and Primo. Said meeting was Terzo reprimanding his older brothers for their treatment of the creatures. They were Satan’s creations, was his logic. Should The Ministry really disrespect such creatures that their Dark Lord formed? They needed to treat them better, Terzo had said.

At first the two scoffed at such a notion but soon began to see Terzo was right. From that point, they had been trying not to be as unkind. Hell, Primo and Mountain eventually bonded and became platonic mates.

This would explain why Primo was so quick to comfort her after ‘orientation’ with Nihil and Sister. After all, he named her. He saw how well she tended to the graves of Copia’s rats. He liked her help in the garden too. Mountain was certainly glad she was there.

Even with all of this information, Grave was still slightly apprehensive when Primo invited her for tea in the greenhouse, a month later. When she asked Copia about this development, he seemed excited for her.

“That's considered a high honor among the ghoul pack,” he explained with a smile. “It means he's taken a liking to you.”

Grave blinked. “Really?” 

“Yeah!” Copia affirmed, ruffling her hair. “Eh, don't be nervous. He’s intense at times. He comes off as scary and grouchy, but he's mellowed out a little bit. …Don't tell him I said that, ok?”

The phooka giggled, headbutting his hand being careful with her horns.

“I promise he won't know.”

Copia sighed in relief. “Grazie! He’d kill me if he knew I said that!”

He rubbed her horns affectionately, pressing his temple against his. A gesture of affection within the ghoul pack.

“I’ll let you go meet him. Don't wanna keep him waiting!”

They parted ways, Grave making her way out to the garden. She was proud of the work she had done in it, thus far. She had planted many flowers, so the bees had a food source. None of them had bloomed but they were growing tall. Especially her sunflowers.

The door to the greenhouse was ajar, meaning Primo was already expecting her. Her heart picked up just a little, as she entered. At once, the smell of lavender and rosemary entered her nostrils. There were pots of them on the greenhouse table. The soft scent of tea was also noticeable to her. Primo had already brewed a pot.

“Ah, perfect timing. Come sit, Grave. I made one of my own blends.”

His voice held a slight rasp to it. It had sounded that way since she met him. He had spread an old blanket on the ground, with cushions for them to sit on. Like his two younger brothers, he was wearing his papal paints.

“Mora Duit,” The phooka greeted, “what blend is it?” Her nose twitched, going haywire, finding she liked the smell of it.

“Buon pomeriggio, Primo returned the greeting, before smirking at her. Tea wasn't the only reason he wanted her here.

“Why don't you tell me? Do The Fair Folk have a keen sense of smell?”

It was now Grave focused, trying to figure out what all he put in this blend.

“Rose… with chamomile, and erm… berries?”

The eldest Emeritus chuckled, pouring a cup for her, then himself. 

“Hawthorn berries. But very good. Your nose might be just as powerful as a demon’s.”

He passed the cup to her, before grabbing a bowl of sugar cubes.

“Do you take sugar with your tea?”

“Please! Two lumps! They're perfect!

A creature of taste, he thought, adding the amount of sugar cubes she requested. He handed her a small spoon to stir up and dissolve the sugar. Feeling comfortable, Grave shifted out of her ghoulette form to her true phooka form. She dug her paws into the earth, enjoying how the cool dirt felt.

She had no human hair in this form. Only long, fluffy, black fur, with lopsided rabbit ears, goat horns, piercing yellow eyes, raccoon paws for hands, black fox paws for feet, and the tail of a lion. 

Her wings shimmered, appearing to be iridescent. They were long, gossamer like in their beauty and yet... They reminded him of frayed leaves, stuck stubbornly against the wind on a branch. The last vestiges of summer unwilling to let go, no matter how the elements strip it away, bit by bit.

One could see patterns and swirls inside of them. These wings were what intrigued Primo the most. The way they caught the light, they almost looked like stained glass windows. 

They were a work of art that Primo wanted to study. To admire. It could wait, however. Tea came first. He didn't know if Grave would even allow him to touch them. He was still taking great pains to earn some of the ghouls trust, so he could study their wings and behavior. Understandably, she may not want a mortal she barely knew, examining and touching her wings.

“How are you adjusting?” He asked, opening up the conversation.

“Much better. Now that the pack has accepted me, I don't feel out of place. I feel close to da and dad.”

Primo raised an eyebrow. “You refer to Terzo and Omega as such already?”

Though he wasn't all that surprised. His little brother couldn't stop gushing about her, upon their return. Of course he got attached. Omega too began referring to her as his ‘kit’ shortly after they came home.

“I do. I don't exactly know what a father is, considering phookas don't have family units like you mortals… but I observed so many humans over the thousands of years I spent in Ireland. But I know da is like the men I observed with their own children, both young and adult. It comes naturally to him.”

“That it does. He’s nurturing and kind to the little ones here in The Ministry. It’s a shame he couldn't have any of his own.”

“Why?”

Primo sighed after sipping his tea. 

“The Ministry is strict, Grave. Especially with us three Papas. We cannot have any sort of wife- or husband in Terzo's case- to appear available to fans. Therefore, he cannot be with a woman to bear his offspring. Sister already disapproves of his relationship with Omega. But if he were to break that rule and marry a woman? He’d be exiled from this place, never allowed to return.”

Grave’s brows furrowed. That didn't seem so bad. If exile was all they did…

“From how he speaks, he’d want that.”

Primo shook his head.

“His title would be stripped. He’d be barred from The Ministry, not allowed to preach, not allowed to perform, not allowed to see us.”

He lowered his voice, in the event the wrong person could be listening.

“Think of The Ministry more like a cult. There have been those that have tried to leave in the past. Nobody ever heard from them again. It makes me suspect that they were killed. And I don't want that to happen to my brother. If you can…. Protect him, alongside Omega. You may have noticed, nobody here trusts Sister. Aside from Copia. But I have my theory on that.”

Grave nodded, taking a sip of the tea. The blend was flavorful. It tasted as wonderful as it smelled. The rose didn't overpower the other herbs in the tea. 

“You have my word. Of course I’ll protect him. I care about him greatly.”

It took some weight off of Primo's mind. A fae and demon protecting Terzo together would be nearly unstoppable.

“Grazie. He’s lucky to have you.”

Now, time for a subject change. He didn't want to worry her with all of this talk of The Ministry.

“Your flowers are doing good. Your sunflowers are getting bigger than I expected. Those snapdragons are finally sprouting too, I see.”

Her tail began to sway at his praise. She smiled, taking another sip of her tea. 

“I’m so glad! I’ve never had experience planting my own flowers! I’ve only watched other mortals grow them. Being able to see my efforts and diligence pay off, is rewarding.”

He nodded, smiling. “Indeed. Flowers take time, but it's always nice to see them sprout, grow and eventually bloom.”

That reminded her… there was something she wanted to ask him to plant.

“Papa Primo? Think you could teach me how to plant and care for pumpkins? I wanna eat ‘em, but I want some for carving.”

Ahh, yes. That could most certainly be arranged. He was going to plant some anyway.

“Yes, of course. Mountain and I plant some later in the summer, so the children have them to carve for Halloween.”

Her tail wagged again, only faster this time Primo noted with a bit of amusement. 

“Thank you! I do love a good, fresh pumpkin but the mortals always carved such curious faces on ‘em! I’d like to try that too!”

He smirked. “You enjoy the Halloween season, I take it?”

“Absolutely! Samhain is the best night of the year!”

Her enthusiasm was charming. Though he wasn't surprised. The Veil was said to be thinnest on Halloween. Perfect for foolery, trickery, and phookas were beings of pure mischief. She’d already been up to it, according to what he heard in the halls of The Ministry. 

“Let me guess, you like the pranks the most, don't you?” He gave a soft, throaty chuckle.

Considering the gleam in her golden eyes, and the fanged grin that went with it, Primo had his answer.

“I assure you, you don't want to pull that sort of fuckery with Secondo or myself.”

The retired front man may have chosen his words poorly. To a being of mischief, Grave considered this a challenge.

“And why not?” 

Oh, she wanted to play that way? Well, he may be older but if this was how she wanted to fuck around and find out, he would certainly show her why that was an ill advised idea. 

He set his cup down, leaning forward, his white eye almost glowing. 

“Because fatina,” Primo began, his voice now authoritative, if not sounding a tad gutteral.

“Neither I nor my brother take kindly to pranks. Ask your father or Copia what we’d put them through in our younger days, when they got up to such fuckery.”

Grave shifted around, a little unnerved. Ok, maybe those two were off limits…

“Y- yes, Papa…” she replied with a nervous grin.

He reached forward, patting her head. “Good ghoul. No need to worry if you keep yourself out of such mischief, regarding us.”

She couldn't resist being a little smart ass, one last time, however.

“....You didn't say anything about da, Copia, or the other ghouls though.”

He raised an amused eyebrow at this, giving an almost mischievous smile.

“Just so you know, Terzo screams like a little girl at spiders. Copia also startles easily. He’s almost too easy.”

She giggled, tail back to wagging again. “Oooh, noted! I’ll have to try and fuck with ‘em later!”

They finished their cups of tea off after another few minutes. Grave stood up and stretched, her wings stretching out with her. This was when Primo decided now would be a good time to ask. 

“Grave? Before you leave, might I request something?”

Her head tilted to the side questioningly. Now that just wasn't fair, Primo thought. He saw why his two of his younger brothers were charmed by her. Suppose she was an endearing, little thing.

“Do you need help with something, papa?”

“Nothing serious. If you would permit me, I would like to study your wings. You are the only non-demonic entity we have in The Ministry. Your wings are vastly different from a quintessential ghoul’s or an air ghoul’s, for example.”

A surge of excitement coursed through the fae. Copia was right! Primo did like her! ...And according to his thoughts, he considered her cute? Oh no, no! There was nothing cute about her! Phookas were often feared in the old days, back home! Nevertheless, her tail wagged once more.

“That's fine! I’m happy to assist!” She replied, shocking Primo. He thought for sure she might have said no. 

Suppose she trusted him? But why? She wasn't close to him the way she was to Terzo or Copia. It was a pleasant surprise, nonetheless. He gathered tea supplies, carrying them on a tray, while Grave took the cushions and blanket to the laundry room. They both agreed to meet back in his room. After all, Primo had to be able to make notes.

Once they were both present, he led her inside, inviting her to sit on his bed. He opened up a large notebook that had been written in over the course of many months. All observations and studies he had made on the ghouls and ghulehs. Now, a new entry will be written. After dating the page, a sudden thought occurred to him.

“Grave? Did Terzo give you a human name for when you're in your mortal glamor, by chance?”

“He did. Picked it right out of a baby book. ‘Shailyn.’ It's of Gaelic origin. It means ‘from the Fairy Palace.’” 

He nodded, making a note on the page. He opened a drawer on his bedside table, locating his magnifying glass.

“Turn your back to me,” Primo instructed. “The light catches them best this way.”

Grave did as she was told, even spreading and extending her wings to make things easier for him. He nodded in approval, taking the magnifying glass to begin his work.

“I’m going to touch your wings with your permission. You have patterns I wish to get a better look at. There's a few areas that intrigue me.”

The phooka took a moment to respond. Fairy wings were sensitive. It didn't take much to damage them or cause great pain. 

“I’ll be gentle, I promise. I’ll treat them as I would a seedling. I know we aren't as close as you and your fathers, but I would never handle such beautiful wings harshly.”

She believed him. He was Terzo's brother and thus far, he had treated her with respect and even kindness. 

“...You have my consent. But please, please be easy. They are delicate.”

Primo gave her some reassuring scratches, on her neck and under her chin, causing her to purr. He raised an eyebrow, quickly making another note. Damn it all… He was quickly finding her absolutely adorable. Not that he would say such a thing aloud. He had a reputation to keep after all. Though Terzo often said, that was a silly way of thinking.

Gently, he took a wing in one hand, while he used his magnifying glass to look at the patterns. They looked purple when the light hit them. They swirled in different directions, always changing, sometimes in a spiral. He set his tool down, writing something else down.

Afterwards, he took his pointer finger, absentmindedly tracing a pattern on her left wing, wanting to feel and know the texture. As soon as his finger began to move, they twitched involuntarily. Grave let out a soft gasp, a smile trying to wobble across her lips. She was glad he couldn't see her face at the moment.

Uh- oh. 

Primo jerked his hand away as though he’d been burned. “Are you alright, fatina?”

“Mm-hmm!” 

It tickled. And worst of all, she felt the tickling sensation go into the left side of her back in addition to that wing. Two spots at once. He didn't need that information!

“... Are you sure?”

She didn't want him getting suspicious. “Yes! You can, erm, continue!”

She could take it. 

Primo resumed, trying to figure out a description in his notebook for how the texture felt. Dragonfly wings? Yes, yes, that would do-

His thoughts were interrupted by a stifled giggle. The elder Emeritus blinked, before a smirk came to settle on his lips. 

Ahhh, another ticklish ‘ghoul’? Poor little thing. I wonder…

He now pretended that he didn't hear her, continuing with what he was doing. It was still part of the observations, he told himself. It wasn't his fault she was this sensitive after all.

The more he traced, the harder it was for the phooka to keep her laughter at bay. She was practically snickering into her paws. Her tail began to beat against the bed.

No, no, no, he can't know, right? He’s not doing this on pur-

More giggles now began to spill over, Primo’s smirk now growing into a mischievous smile. Had she seen that, she probably would have gotten flustered and nearly fainted.

“Something funny, Shailyn?” He asked, feigning innocence, his finger traveling upwards.

"N-nothing!” She replied, blushing beneath her fur.

“Then why are you giggling?” 

No response except for a shake of her head. Her resolve was crumbling and they both knew it. Well, if she was going to be a difficult little gremlin…

This time he lightened up his touch further, using his blunt nails, yet treating her wings as though they were fragile panes of glass. One could never be too gentle. It worked as he wanted, loud giggles issuing forth. 

“Grave…” His voice held an almost playful, teasing tone, “are you ticklish, ghoulette?”

He almost chuckled at how her fur had fluffed up and bristled out. Her tail whipped around frantically as she gripped the bedsheets.

“Ok!” She squeaked, “yes, yes, I am!” Another bubbly laugh escaped and Primo now found himself completely enthralled with the creature.

There was no denying it anymore. He found her cute, interesting and wanted to bond with her. His fingers moved downwards, causing a squeal followed by a shocked cackle. The fact that she wasn't trying to escape had not gone unnoticed by him. 

“I-I  thought you were studying-” Her words were broken up by laughter.

A low laugh reverberated through the elder Emeritus’ chest. 

“I still am. But call this a curiosity that has to be satisfied, dolcezza.” 

Oh dear lord… his thoughts indicated mischief. And that was her job! Grave didn't mind, however. According to his thoughts, he seemed to be enjoying himself a bit. Not that she would admit it, but she was having fun too. Wait. Was this another way of bonding, she wondered? Interesting.

Any further thoughts came crashing to a halt, as he used both hands, his touch maddeningly gentle as he slowly and methodically scratched up and around both wings, giving her no time to process.

Grave cackled, back twitching and arching, trying to avoid his fingers but it was useless. Her legs kicked out frantically as she began to snort in between her laughter.

“Please!” She managed to get out, “it’s so bad!”

Primo couldn't help but be a little evil. He’d be lying if he said her reactions weren't melting his heart. 

“Oh, is it? It can't be that bad, I believe you're exaggerating, Shailyn!”

Behavior such as this was rare for him these days, but he still occasionally indulged. Mainly with Terzo. His poor little brother needed reminders not to let the stress of being papa get to him, after all.

He scratched in between her wings now, causing them to beat together, her laughter growing high pitched. It was here, he found something interesting. Something he had only previously observed with the ghouls.

A bundle of nerves which reflexively forced her wings shut, when gently pressed upon. A loud, uncontrollable squeal flew from her lips, eyes widening at how horribly that one, small action tickled.

“What the fuck?!” She nearly shrieked, snorting several times and falling over onto her side on the bed.

Primo paused, eagerly jotting his findings down.

“You and the pack share a common trait!” He announced, unable to keep the excitement from his voice. 

“W- which is?” She panted, greedily taking in air.

“That spot in between your wings,” he explained, “a cluster of nerves that makes your wings close. It's a reflex but one I’ve only seen in ghouls. I didn't think other creatures might possess this trait.”

Even Grave herself was unaware she had this reflex. She made a note to talk to Omega later. He might be able to tell her more.

“Now, where was I?... Unless you’d like me to stop. Then by all means, tell me and I will.”

Grave found herself blushing, tail twitching and swishing with embarrassment.

“Erm… you can continue for a bit more. I don't mind.”

Primo chuckled but it sounded warmer this time.

“Having fun, are we?”

He gave her no warning before he suddenly resumed, fingers gently massaging those nerves in between her wings. Grave was immediately launched back into borderline hysteria.

“NOT THAT!” She now begged, laughter wild yet giddy.

“Aw, I’m sorry, let me move spots!” His tone of voice was taunting, and she most certainly didn't like that.

Oh fuck- 

The spot he moved to nearly made the poor fae hit the roof. He’d found where her wings connected to her back, incessantly scratching, nearly driving her to madness. She gave another shriek, smacking the mattress, trying to cope.

“I’M TELLING DA!” She let out a bleat, before falling back into mad, uncontrollable laughter.

Her threat and new noise caused Primo to bark a laugh. Deciding to take it a little easier on her, he reached in front of her, going for her belly.

“Terzo can't help you, fatina,” Primo taunted in that same playful tone.

Her cackles died down to giggling once more, as he clawed and wiggled his fingers into her stomach. It was still a bad spot but more bearable than where he’d been tickling.

“He knows what happens when he tries to intervene. You're trapped here with me!”

He gave a theatrically evil, low chuckle, watching his giggly prey squirm and kick. Oh yeah. He was stealing her from Terzo and his younger brother could just get over it. …Or at least share. There was much Primo could learn from her and he had so many questions. But they could wait. They had time.

“Before I stop, answer me this: Are you going to try any pranks or mischief with me?” 

He skittered his fingers around the expanse of her belly, her feet pumping like pistons. She laughed into her hands, letting out the occasional squeak. 

“Depending on your answer, I may just have to find more ticklish areas on you.”

Grave did not want him going after her ribs, so she answered quickly.

“No! No, never!”

Primo smirked. He didn't know if he believed her but he could see she was tiring, and he didn't want to push it too far.

“Hmm. Very well. I’ll release you…. For now.”

He ceased, now only rubbing her belly in soothing circles, making her purr happily while she caught her breath. She groaned embarrassedly, giving him a playful glare.

“Was that absolutely necessary?”

“Yes,” he huffed out a laugh, “I get to write that phookas are ticklish in my observation journal.”

Once her breathing regulated, she turned over on her stomach, allowing him to resume looking at her wings. He was gentle but no longer intentionally tried to tickle her. They were magnificent, he thought, admiring how the light made them shimmer.

The iridescence was beautiful up close. They even looked as though they glowed softly in dim or lower light. With every new find, Primo would write something down. They didn't seem out of proportion to her height, either. She even went outside again to let him compare what they looked like in sunlight versus artificial light.

Just as Primo always thought, they reminded him of stained glass in the sunlight. He knew some might disagree with his view, but they could not deny the beauty.

After returning to his room and writing down his final observations, he pulled out something from his cabinet for her. A bottle of aged, Irish whiskey.

“Because you’ve been so patient and have put up with so much, I thought I’d give you this as a thank you present.”

Grave blinked, completely taken aback.

“This whole bottle?!”

“Of course! Take it, Shailyn. You’ve earned it.”

“Have a drink with me then?”

Well…. Who was he to turn her down? He gave a warm smile, took two glasses from his cabinet, and took short walks to the cafeteria for ice. He returned, pouring them each a glassful.

Grave hummed in approval after taking a small sip.

“Oh, good shit!” She grinned, “the flavor is perfect!”

“It is, isn't it? I’m glad it's to your liking.”

The two spent the next hour conversing over their drinks, just as they had done earlier. And when they finished, Primo hardly protested when she curled up in his lap to read his Satanic Bible.

When she inevitably fell asleep, he figured there was no point in trying to move her. His own eyes felt heavy, and he soon found himself asleep before he realized it. It was exactly how Terzo found them an hour later, snickering softly, before taking a picture with his phone.

Seemed they were getting close to one another, he thought with a smile. 

Well, damn. He’s still a giant softie! I fucking called it! 

Even if Primo didn't admit it, Grave had indeed won him over.

[oftlunarialmoon]

Monster Academy Dollhouse!- (DIY- ish)

originally posted to www.onlyfunthings.org on June 09, 2017

Ciao lovelies! Today, I'm going to show you how I turned my old dollhouse into a Monster Academy for my mini dolls!At first, it was only going to be for Monster High Minis, but I figured I can use all sorts of mini dolls with this set!

So here is what the dollhouse looked like before: (I've had it for 10 years):

To start, I fixed some structural details (reglued the sides). Next, naturally, I painted the whole thing. I even made one side look like the sky and some grass so I could have outdoor scenes!

Next was to pick some carpeting, since the wood floor had seen better days and...yeah. So I picked some felt for upstairs and some dollhouse carpet for downstairs and hotglued them both in (with some help from the mini ghouls!)

Next was the windows, one of which had no "glass" (plastic) and one was painted on from earlier paint attempts. So I used some spiderweb fabric- I mean, I had the lovely Twyla put some cobwebs up- to cover them. 

All the other little details were after thoughts. The spiderweb trimming on the edges, the window box made out of beads with fake flowers and a hand sticking out, the little welcome banner- all after thoughts. 

Oh! And the Monster Academy sign is removable- it's not permanent in any way. 

After all that work was done, here is what we had:

A great space to send our ghouls to school! All we needed was some furniture. So I used the bleachers I had already made from popsicle sticks. The round table is a ribbon spool covered in felt, ribbon, and spider trim. The dino skeleton display is a skeleton from some slime, hot glued to a flat stone. The pharaoh and plant- the plant was fake flowers in a round bead, the pharaoh was from a excavation kit. In the group scene, the dino exhibit is a solar terrarium from Dollar Tree. The notebook is from Party City in the party favors section. 

Doll crafts and fun finds are my specialty, so I may do more posts like this. What do you all think?

Thank you for reading this far!

Remember to STAY AWESOME, and love yourself!!! :)