#Phantom/Aether
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(For @riconas who deserves a little more information about that Aether/Dew/Aeon sandwich from the other day.)
(It's a continuation of a previous ficlet, and IS consensual but I've tagged it as dub just in case)
Aether should stop this. Probably. He probably ought to take stock of the rounded shoulders, the way muscle fibre jumps under his pale skin wherever it tenses and see that this might be a limit.
He should probably acknowledge the tone of his begging, the half-slurred words threaded with panic at it all being so much, too much, aroused beyond measure and unable to keep up with it.
There are many things Aether should do, and as he watches Dew curl into himself, sobbing and heaving for breath while Aeon spoons him on the disheveled bed, he knows there's a massive divide between should and will.
Holding himself in a loose fist, he leans against the headboard and listens to Dew sniffle.
"Shh," Aeon whispers into Dew's hair, hands grabbing at him, pulling him near. "You're okay." A kiss, and then Aeon's sneaking a glance back at Aether, grinning when he adds, "Door's right there. You just have to make it out."
He had wanted to see Dew fight; well, he'd gotten a little of that, a few earnest attempts to make a break for it, like they all didn't know Aeon would be wringing pleasure from him the second he tried. Now, Dew has very little fight left. He's exhausted. He's wet. His eyes are red-rimmed and he is weak on the bed and the door is so very far away.
Aether himself is fighting very hard not to blow his load yet. He wants to savor this.
Dew swears, and Aeon cuddles up close, presses against him and rubs his hand up and down Dew's spine, mumbling something that makes Dew laugh-sob and shake his head. His light hair is a mess, tangled from having hands in it, stuck to sweaty skin. Aeon's speaking again, too low for Aether to hear, but Dew's doubling down on his earlier head shaking.
"What is it?" Aether has to know. He gives himself a few slow strokes and goes a little dizzy when Dew raises his head to look up at him for a moment; red faced, pleasured, distressed.
"He says he can't cum anymore," Aeon says, deeply amused, reaching with long fingers to brush the hair off Dew's face and stroke tenderly along his cheek. "I said he can." Aeon's lip curls when he lets just a little hint of quintessence play into Dew's nerves once again, and the resulting moan makes Aether want to tear out his own hair.
"He looks so tired," Aether says, thick and hot in his palm and feeling so nasty about it all.
"Whaddya say?" Aeon hums, stroking Dew with measured, loving care. "You tired? Or do you have a little more in you?" Without waiting for an answer, he sinks his hand into Dew's hair and wrenches his head up, ducking in close so he speaks directly into his ear. "Door's right there. All you have to do is make it out. You just have to get to the door."
He lets Dew's head drop and then Dew is bodily pulling himself away, trying to disentangle his legs from Aeon's, to get to the edge of the bed, away from where Aeon's able to reach for him-
Aether reaches for Dew's ankle before he really registers what he's doing. The squawk of surprise from Dew comes just moments before Aether feels the pulse of magick Aeon forces into Dew, who moans and cries and shudders against the bed, tensing and hiding his face.
Aether watches dumbly, hand tight around Dew's ankle to the point he kniw it would hurt if Dew was capable of processing anything. He watches as Aeon simply decides to keep his orgasm going.
And going.
And going.
He just sobs. Shakes and cries and makes the most heart-rending noises Aether's ever heard from any of them.
"Can he breathe?" Aether asks, and gives up trying to hold himself back; he pulls at himself like a man possessed, getting his balls bouncing. Dew is a trembling, pathetic heap, and if there's a wet spot he's emptying himself onto in the sheets, Aether wants to shove his face into it.
"Does he need to?" Aeon muses, and then, seeing the sharp look Aether gives him, relents. "Okay," he mumbles sheepishly, pulling the quintessence back until his orgasm is over, but barely.
"Dew," Aether says, unable to stop jerking himself but needing to check in. "Dew, look at me."
Sniffling, gasping, he does. He looks so fucked up.
"Dew," Aether repeats, and Dew cracks an eye open. "There we go, that's good," Aether praises. "Look at me."
It appears to take a terrible amount of effort, but Dew does, dazed and lost.
"Listen to me," Aether says, rubbing his thumb over his head, a hit of sharp pleasure. "Can you do that?"
Aeon laughs as Dew gives the smallest, saddest nod.
Aether swallows.
"You gotta get to the door," he croaks, and Dew's eyes go wide and panicked immediately. "All you have to do is make it to the door and we'll stop."
Aeon cracks his knuckles and they graciously allow him a few seconds of time to think they might give him a fair shot. Dew practically crumples onto the floor and Aeon raises an eyebrow, questioning: you wanna?
"You do the honours," Aether says, and as Aeon stands, ready to grab and drag Dew back to bed, he finds the wet spot Dew left on the bed and presses his face to it.
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18 for the smut prompt? maybe phantom/Aether’s first time together?
love you comet you’re awesome <3
18. "Don't you dare fucking cum, because if you do, I'll cum too." ♥♥♥♥ "Aeth--" Aeon's voice cracks, breaks, the rest of Aether's name chokes off, vanishes. Aether can barely stand to look down at him. Aeon's a mess. Blue black hair plastered to his forehead. That shock of white standing up nearly straight from the way he keeps fisting his hands in it. Cheeks blushed deep purple. Eyes so blown out there is no violet left in them. Just the black void of space. Aether's breath hitches in his chest when Aeon claws at him. Digs his fingers into Aether's pecks, curls his legs tighter around Aether's hips tries to pull him impossibly closer. He's as deep as he can go. Buried in Aeon's lithe body. Aether feels every twitch, every clench in visceral detail. He can't look down at Aeon anymore, because if he does--he's going to cum. And he's barely been inside of him for three minutes. He tests out a roll of his hips. The way Aeon winds goes straight to his cock. Kicking and leaking, knocking against Aeon's prostate in a way that makes the little ghoul jolt. Aether's in trouble. "Aether--Aeth--Can you touch me? Please, I want to--I need to--" Aeon babbles, words falling uselessly from his mouth. Kiss swollen lips falling open as Aether starts to move, tentative. Worried that even the smallest twitch is going to end all of this far too soon. Aether doesn't answer him, doesn't touch Aeon. He can't. He can't. He's too close, too keyed up by all of their teasing, their foreplay. The way Aeon looked at him across the room as Aether showed him a few songs on the guitar. Those dark eyes pinned to Aether's thick fingers. Aeon reaches for himself, brushes his fingers over the sticky head of his cock and shudders. He flutters around Aether. He curls his fingers around the head and twists and those flutters become more intense, rhythmic. Aether digs his teeth into his cheek. He bats Aeon's hand away and grabs both of his wrists, he pins them above Aeon's head in one big hand and tries to think about anything besides how good he feels. Aeon makes a small startled sound, eyebrows pinching together in confusion. It takes Aether a second to find his voice--when he does it comes out rough, gravel. Desperation coloring each syllable. "Don't you dare fuckin' cum" he punctuates it with a thrust that drives Aeon up the bed, makes his eyes roll in his head. "Because if you do I'll cum too." "Why is that a bad thing?" Aeon manages between thrusts. He digs his heels into Aether's ass and tries to pull him deeper, suck him in. Aether groans. "I've waited a long time for you," Aether admits. "I want to savor it." He squeezes Aeon's wrists a little harder, fucks into him with a little more force. "Not until I say. Promise me." Aether doubts it's a promise Aeon can keep given the way he's still clenching around him. But Aeon nods anyway, eager to please, to be good. "I--ah--promise. Not until you say."
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kinktober day 15
how about a little quint on quint rimming action? aether isnt taking any of aeon's bullshit. aeon knows who's boss.
Aether squeezes the smaller quint’s cheeks like he owns them, smirking behind his back when Aeon’s hole clenches and winks at him.
“You’re always so hungry,” Aether rumbles. “You and Rora both.”
Aeon sighs, dropping his chin to his chest and lifting his tail to expose himself further. It’s a bratty display, one that’s not fully intentional. Aether ghosts a fingertip over his ass and Aeon bites back a moan.
“But you keep feeding us,” he teases on a long exhale.
The bigger ghoul tuts. “You beg too well,” he says simply, circling that fluttering ring of muscle. “Too pretty. Can’t not indulge, little star.” He ponders for another moment, petting idly. Aeon’s cock twitches between his legs despite the lack of purposeful stimulation, and that’s all the signal Aether needs to go further. He removes his hand, and before Aeon can so much as sniff in annoyance, Aether leans in and spits a glob of saliva straight onto his tight hole.
“Ff—” Aeon cuts himself off, shaking his head.
Aether licks through it, spreading it over his hole, the cleft of his ass, the top of his sac. Another stifled sound wrenches itself from deeper in Aeon's throat.
"Let it out," Aether grumbles. "I know how much you like it."
"Don't—" he swirls the tip of his tongue around Aeon's rim, wet and dragging, making him stutter. "—don't know what you mean."
Brat, Aether pushes into his mind.
Aeon huffs a laugh but it's forced, hitching in his chest. He likes to play the brat, get Aether to work him over and wear him down.
Obviously, it’s a game Aeon almost always loses.
Aether hums and lays little kitten licks around his hole, sucking every so often at the sensitive skin outside the pucker. Aeon gasps with each one, tiny fissures forming in his petulant resolve.
So he keeps doing it. Licks him soft and slow, nipping at unpredictable intervals. Teasing the tip of his nose down the cleft of his ass. Pressing his mouth nice and close until Aeon’s finally panting, shoulders sagging with imaginary weight.
“Hnn, Aether,” he chokes out after the bigger ghoul’s teeth skirt a touch too close to his hole. “Get—get your tongue in there.”
“Now you want to tell me what to do?” Aether snaps, just firmly enough to get Aeon’s spine stiffening. He thinks maybe he’s misspoke before a teasing snicker reassures him.
But only a little. “I’ll lick you how I want,” Aether rumbles, placing a heavy-handed smack on one of his cheeks for a surprise sting. He licks a stripe from the swell of his balls back to his hole, groaning when it flutters under his tongue.
“Fuck,” Aeon barks out. His hips twitch back of their own accord, pressing his ass more firmly into Aether’s mouth.
Still haven’t heard a please, Aether shoots into his mind, tongue still flattened and laving over his rim. It flutters again, begging to be stretched.
For the first time tonight, Aeon whines. A too-feminine sign of that coy act crumbling out from underneath him. “Please,” he whispers through gritted teeth. “Please, Aethe.”
Aether grins against him. “See? Always hungry for it.” He spreads the smaller ghoul’s cheeks, stretching him wide before spitting another mouthful of saliva onto his waiting hole. Then he presses in, wriggling the wet muscle past his rim and sliding against sensitive walls.
Aeon whimpers, tail lashing into the air to fall over his arched back. His balls ache under Aether’s chin, drawing closer each time his tongue curls just right or his nails dig dimples into the apex of his thighs.
Really sucking me in, aren’t you? Aeon clenches with it, agreeing without words. His cock gives a hard kick. A pearl of pre flings off the tip and lands onto the sheets.
Aether pulls his tongue out then, filling the space with one of his fingers instead. The calloused pad brushes over that bundle of nerves inside his walls, and Aeon nearly chokes on his own spit with how hard he gasps.
“So, little star,” Aether lilts. “Think you’re hungry for a little more?”
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Just read the pissboy phantom fic (which was great) and if you’re up for it, i’d love to see you expand more on Phantom’s idea of taking Rain (or whoever) out to water the plants.
Pissboy Chronicles Part 4 - (Soil) Enrichment Time
WC: 1.7k
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Phantom takes Aether out to water the plants
Notes: It's piss, don't read it if it's gonna squick you out :) and to anon, I'm so sorry it's been over two months I hope you enjoy it >:)
CWs: PISS, humiliation, mentions of rope play, semi-public sex (masturbation)
Thank you to @herbal-quintessence for bullying me into finishing this and @mac-and-thefox for giving me all her plant knowledge !! fuck it @high-imperatrix piss tag
Read below the cut or on AO3
Phantom stands back to admire his handiwork. Aether, limbs tied to the bedposts, deep blue rope leaving raw marks on his lilac skin. A tale told through the abandoned wand and the streaks of white adorning his hairy chest.
“So good for me, baby,” Phantom says as he strokes a hand through Aether’s slicked back hair, “Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?”
Aether whines at the cold cloth being run down his torso, rivulets of the water running down to his spent dick, making him shiver. Sat on the bed, Phantom offers him a glass of water, “Aeth, you lost a lot of fluid. Fuck that was hot, seeing you all sticky ‘n sweaty, but you need to replenish.”
The first glass of water disappears almost instantly, sessions with Phantom really take it out of an older ghoul. The second glass he sips on while the younger ghoul cleans him up, quickly finishing that too. A third and fourth glass make their way past Aether’s lips and before he knows it, he needs to piss, badly. Phantom won’t deny it was his plan all along, he easily notices the telltale signs - squirming, clenching, rocking back and forth. It’s tantalising for the young ghoul. He wordlessly takes Aether’s hand and prompts the larger ghoul to start walking with him. Unfortunately for Aether, he thinks Phantom is still in aftercare-mode, simply helping his sore lover to the bathroom. That is until Phantom reaches the exit to the abbey, “Colour?” he asks. Aeth stumbles over his words, unsure where this is going. But with full trust in Phantom, he gives green.
The walk to the greenhouse is short, there’s no reason it should take the larger ghoul so long to hobble over. If anyone saw him, he’d have no excuse for his pained limp as he clutches his dick through his jeans. They’d see him, escorted by a smirking Phantom, small hands around Aether’s hips, guiding him. The older ghoul unable to think or walk straight, the overwhelming pressure dulling every other sensation.
“Can’t have you all filled up for nothing, Aeth,” he exclaims, “And don’t the plants look so dry. Like they’re begging to be watered, no?”
Aether shudders, the persistent ache in his bladder crying out for relief. It would be so easy to let go, to do as Phantom bids, but he can’t give in this easily. The plants do look dry; soil matted in thick clumps, dejected leaves laying their heads in defeat.
His dick lies bare in Phantom’s dainty hand, fighting the urge to relax. The soil on the floor is disturbed as Aether leg fidgets in desperation, willing himself to hold onto the last morsel control. The younger ghoul behind him can tell it’s getting too much, that Aether’s close to losing it.
“Let go, big boy, I’m right there with you.”
Aether strains, mind given up but his body still fighting, “‘m trying, Ant, just can’t get it out!” he whines in frustration, everything is telling him this is not the place to do it, screaming at him to find a bathroom.
Phantom hushes him, “S’alright. Here let me help you out,” he coos as he snakes a hand around Aether, fingers dipping into the bulge in his belly, draining the pressure.
“Hng fuck- it’s coming!”
“That’s it, good boy,” the younger ghoul asserts, taking Aether’s length in his free hand. It’s definitely a little chubbier than usual, a little more solid to the touch. It’s reassuring to know Aether’s also getting off on it despite his apprehension. Phantom will never not be impressed by the all-round size of Aether’s cock, not only a decent length, but strikingly girthy, enough to split Phantom open if the other wasn’t so careful in prepping him. Not that Aether tops often, but when he does he’s a gentle lover.
Aether is fully leaking now, all barriers down. Phantom holds him, guides his stream over the plants. First, the lavender, watching as the liquid drips down the buds one by one, collecting in a pool where it’s potted. The younger ghoul then directs Aether’s cock towards Mountain’s beloved foxglove plant, piss welling up in the bells before they tip over, showering the soil beneath in Aether’s shame. “Look at you, filthy thing, defiling poor Mountain’s plants with your piss.” Phantom smirks, “I wouldn’t be surprised if the bees never came back after what you’ve done to their home, you should be ashamed of yourself Aether.” Not that the older ghoul needs any encouragement to feel that deep-seated sense of shame that gets him hard like nothing else, but it helps.
The wires in his brain are most certainly crossed now, there is no going back. Relinquishing control, being vulnerable for Phantom like this has Aether’s cock kicking in the younger ghoul’s hand as his stream tapers off. Just as he’s beginning to relax, finally nearing the end of Phantom’s bidding, the younger ghoul stuffs Aether’s dick back into his boxers with such urgency that his stream is still strong enough to make it look like he’s wet himself. Aether’s always had a humiliation kink, that’s not news, but combining it with the mortifying ordeal of pissing over the plants and himself has his cock straining against his now wet boxers.
“Shit, Ant. What was that for?” he whines, “Was pissing all over the greenhouse not enough? Needed me to piss myself as well?!” There’s no bite to it, Aether knows Phantom can feel him chubbing up at the sensation of the warm, damp fabric against him, clinging to his dick. The last few drops are soaking into his pants as Aether feels a flood of warmth on his back, “Wha-”
“Shh Aeth, just enjoy it,” Phantom whispers as he dips his length further beneath the waistband of Aether’s boxers, revelling in his own release, in finally letting go of the desperation he tried his best to hide. And by the bewildered sounds from the ghoul in front of him, he thinks it worked. Bewilderment turns into arousal as what?!’s turn into hhnn’s.
“You know clothes are my weak spot, Aeth.” he says, grinning, “Need everyone to see just how easily you submit to me, need there to be evidence of it.” The pattering of droplets on the stone ground only fuels Phantom’s fire, ensuring no part of Aether’s trousers remain dry. Upon finishing, the younger ghoul neatly tucks himself back into his jeans, leaving Aether to marinate in the cocktail of their piss.
The walk of shame back to Aether’s room leaves him hanging his head as he contemplates which stain is more important to hide - front or back - both inflicted by Phantom. He settles on removing his sweater and tying it around his waist. There’s no rest for the wicked, however, when the younger ghoul insists they sit on a bench next to Sunny’s allotment. That Aether must sit down as is, get his tan sweater drenched in shame too.
It was easy enough to miss it on his trousers, the dark fabric masking just how wet they are, but since Aeth decided he can’t have anyone seeing, Phantom is hell-bent on making sure everyone knows just how much of a pissboy the older ghoul is. To see the usually calm and stoic ghoul in this state, taken apart by his master and forced to waddle in his soggy clothes like a misbehaved dog who’s rolled in the mud.
Aether would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying every second he spent with Phantom. Being teased, chastised for his pliability. “Putty in my hands,” the younger ghoul whispers as they’re sitting, waiting for the piss to soak into the sweater too. He gets off on the debasement of it all, especially at the hands of such a new summon, a ghoul he should be barking orders at, not the other way around. All Aether can do is whimper in reply, too far gone into submission to do anything else. He’s rock hard at the realisation that everyone will see him, hips rocking up just to get some friction on his trousers.
“Go on, I know you need to, I’ll watch,” Phantom says sweetly, placing a hand on Aether’s crotch, hearing the squelch as he scrunches his hand in the fabric. Aether moans, more loudly than he should, watching as the younger ghoul removes his hand and flicks the remaining piss right back onto Aether. He feels himself twitch as Phantom treats him like a mere towel to wipe his hands on, nothing more than an object.
“What are you waiting for, Aeth? Scared someone will see?” Aether can only spit out a small mhm before Phantom interrupts, “Come on darling, you’re so worked up it’ll be over quickly anyway. You’re so cute when you’re desperate.”
The older ghoul groans, reaching down to unbuckle his belt, shimmying his trousers down just enough to free his dick, but not so far that he can’t still revel in the humiliating sensation of wetness enveloping him. His cock is heavy in his hand, red at the tip, waiting to be stroked. In the corner of his eye he can see Phantom palming himself at the sight and it pushes Aether to start stroking. He tries to set a steady pace but his hand takes over as he watches it fly over his ruddy cock, smearing pre down the shaft. He’s hooked on the feel of his palm against the warm liquid on his shaft, listening to the slick noises as he strokes himself with fervour. It can’t be more than thirty seconds before it’s more than pre spurting from his cock. Aether’s head is thrown back, moaning with abandon, eyes screwed shut as he adds to the mess he and Phantom have already made.
He opens his eyes to find a dishevelled Phantom with a wet spot on his jeans that definitely wasn’t there before. “Hey! Don’t think you have the moral high ground just because you’re hot,” Phantom shouts, “You know this is my dream, Aeth, just take the compliment and wipe that fucking grin off your face before I piss on you again.” And Aether wouldn’t be complaining, but that’s for another time. For now, Phantom will gently walk him back to the dorms, smirking at their bandmates who give him a knowing look. Rain takes particular note, proud of his little pissboy.
#trifle writes#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#phantom ghoul#aether ghoul#piss tag#pissboys#cw piss#spicy tag#phantom/aether#aether/phantom#the band ghost fanfiction
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CW: chest and nipple kink, lactation kink, male lactation, hucow kink, Phantom/Aeon becoming a little obsessed with a kink involving Aether's chest, Dubious Consent (if you squint, both of them are into it just didn't communicate it to one another), use of the word 'tits' to describe a chest.
If I forgot anything else please tell me.
So I'm high and I've been thinking depravedly and a thought that's been consistent has been Phantom/Aeon being so incredibly attracted to how big Aether's chest is. How he humps his pillows thinking about fucking Aether chest, his *tits*. And the word tits sends the little Quint down a spiral of lust and kink because he literally cannot stop thinking of Aether's chest as tits now.
He wants to pinch them, lick them, bite them, *suck them*, and the squeaking of his bed springs gets louder as he humps desperately, thinking about Aether's *tits* and his horny mind just keeps making stupidly erotic comparisons and through lines, and he thinks again about *sucking* on Aether's tits, and what can happen sometimes when you *suck* on tits?
*They can give milk.*
Little Bug can't take it. He cums so hard he bites through his lip and even the pain doesn't stop how hard he thrusts into the fabric, wishing it was Aether's *tits* but at the same time wishing he were *sucking* on them.
When he finally comes down he knows he's fucked, knows that he's changed now, in one of those, "I had absolutely no idea how much this thought/image could turn me on" kinda ways. There's guilt, of course, but it all simmers wrong in his belly and his cock, because that just makes the horniness *worse.*
And he never feels guilty enough about it that it stops him from masturbating furiously to the idea of Aether's chest being oh so sensitive when he's suckling that Aether might let down milk, and also how it might be enough stimulation to make the bigger Quint *cum*.
So full of milk, such a good producer, wanting to provide.
Just like a *cow*.
And oh, *fuck* he has cute little horns and a tail already, doesn't he? Bugs' mind tries to ration with him, get him to give in to the pleasure that's going to make him stupid with how hard he fucks his fist repeatedly and purses his lips, suckling the air like he wish he could do to Aether.
It's embarrassing, it's so horrifically embarrassing but he can't stop because he *likes* how embarrassing it is. *Likes* how he can't stop staring at Aether's chest when the bigger Quint isn't looking, feeling *thirsty* of all things while his cock throbs.
And it gets to the point where he just *has* to touch, *has* to know what they feel like and taste like. And when finally he gets the chance--of course not explaining to Aether what he *really* wants because Bug doesn't know if he can handle a poor reaction--the little Quint just can't take it, he has to touch and pinch for a while first. Then he just gets consumed by it almost like a hypnotic trance, making up for time lost in his masturbatory fantasies.
Aether notices of course; the little Quint is paying attention to *only* his chest and nipples, tangibly *and* visually. So he makes a joke with a laugh *just* barely brushed with embarrassment, "What's up.....you zoning out about cows or something?"
And just that word is enough for the Little Bug to snap out of his reverie mere moments before it fully registers, and his cock throbs so hard he thinks he's going to cum for a few seconds.
But he doesn't, and he stares down at Aether with wide half terrified half desperate eyes, panting and throbbing and feeling like he's two seconds away from passing out.
Aether just smiles weakly, and let's out a soft and genuinely horny little, "M-moo~"
Little Bug *does* cum this time.
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And the Ghouls are done! They are all soooo,,, twirls hair,,,, Tell me who's your favorite!!! And don't be afraid to ask for my ghouls head canons!!! I'd love to share <33333
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realizations
so anyway I've been trying to decide on my designs the ghouls
#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#sodo#mountain#rain#aether#cumulus#cirrus#swiss#phantom#aurora#sunshine#papa emeritus iv#omega#ghoulette#homestuck#takes me back...#art#tpq art
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Trying to figure out how to draw the ghouls
#the band ghost#ghost the band#ghost band#nameless ghouls#phantom ghoul#aether ghoul#my art#fanart#everytime i look at their masks all i can think is “the void”
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Rushed ghost fanart because I NEEDED to get something out to celebrate rite here rite now (btw saw the movie it was incredible I loved it it was soooooo so sososososo silly)
#the band ghost#ghost bc#cardinal copia#digital art#fanartist#nameless ghouls#dewdrop ghoul#swiss ghoul#phantom ghoul#rain ghoul#mountain ghoul#aurora ghoulette#cumulus ghoulette#cirrus ghoulette#papa emeritus iv#papa emeritus iii#rite here rite now#giggles#cringe#ghost#small artist#doodle#art wip#wip#art#digital illustration#aether ghoul#nameless ghoulettes#sunshine ghoulette#ghost ghoulettes
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little demons
#rite here rite now#ghost#the band ghost#ghost the band#ghost band#nameless ghoul#nameless ghouls#ghoulettes#nameless ghoulettes#papa emeritus iv#mountain ghoul#sodo ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#swiss ghoul#aurora ghoulette#cumulus ghoulette#cirrus ghoulette#rain ghoul#aether ghoul#phantom ghoul#sorry for the bad quality but i've got stickers stolen before i don't wanna risk it
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quintessence ghouls !
I have been itching to…design all the ghouls. I have a lot of headcanons and ideas for their different elements and roles and i thought some of you might appreciate! Also changed aethers design a little from my last post!
More details/notes/headcanons under the cut!
quintessence ghoul headcanons 🫣
-all ghouls are nocturnal to a certain degree, but quintessence ghouls thrive the most at night!
- they have dark eyes with light pupils that capture and reflect light
-quintessence ghouls are rather calm and responsible, often forming the more emotionally inteligent and balanced core of the pack
-quintessence magick: soothing and stimulating. Cannot be used to heal wounds but can enhance recovery and be used as a pain repressor. Can also be used to heighten or lower sensory stimulation.
#guys its cringe time#the band ghost#phantom ghoul#aether ghoul#omega ghoul#ghost bc#nameless ghouls#quintessence ghoul#right into the trashbin#might do fire next idk yet!
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Kinktober Day 2 - Quintosis Rating: Explict Pairing: Aether/Aeon Featuring: Quintosis. Sex Magic. Cumming untouched. Kissing. Aeon being down real bad for Aether (aren't we all). Aether doing freaky shit to Aeon's mind. Word Count: 1.6k
Aeon can't figure out a good reason to use his quintessence. Aether shows him one. Read it on AO3.
The kinktober prompt list from the incredible @kroas-adtam can be found here.
#Comet writes#kinktober#kinktober 2023#ghostober#ghostober 2023#Aeon ghoul#Aether ghoul#aeon/aether#phantom ghoul#phantom/aether#ghost fic#ghost fanfiction#the band ghost fanfiction#the band ghost fan fiction#the band ghost fanfic#the band ghost fan fic
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Just another day in the den.
#nameless ghouls#the band ghost#aether ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#rain ghoul#phantom ghoul#mountain ghoul#swiss ghoul
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As promised I went ahead and continued my "ghoul guide" with a part 2 (part one linked in replies)! This one covers stuff specifically with a made up lore guide of in-world ghoul stuff as if they were a sort of unique magic entity.
This one wound up way longer and had to be split so expect a third final one eventually lmao. for now though... I'm gonna take a break and yell. Bonus extra info plus the transcript under the cut!
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Bonus note: While not portrayed in the guide, it’s important to know a detail about ghouls’ origin called “memory echoes”. While ghouls are formed from humans past who lose all memory of their previous self while maintaining an assumed personality from before, at times certain instances of events, actions, items, and otherwise can trigger these “echoes”. Echoes are very rare, but a valued treasure to ghouls; they make them feel more connected to their past and more “human”. Upon triggering an echo, a ghoul will become completely listless, unable to respond or react until the echo has completed, usually within seconds.
“Memory echoes” are described as blurry faded memories that often show featureless shapes and colors, but a very strong “feeling” of a Deja-vu of the moment. They feel viscerally real and can have a mix of the senses i.e. touch and smell, but produce no recognizable faces or imagery of the self. No ghoul has ever reported fully remembering one, nor any semblance of their true past beyond the haunting leftovers.
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A Compendium of Hell’s Derivates
While there are many theories on the demonic nature of ghouls,
The true source is surprisingly Human.
Souls cannot be recreated; rather, they’re Recycled and Reborn
The cycle of ghoul creation started for unknown reasons…
But one thing is Certain:
Natural forces do not change easily.
Raw elements collide with the fuel of life itself until one connects
by His command
A violent injection of pure elemental magic
Rewrites and erases all memory and one’s past, drastically altering the soul…
These new powers lend to the powerful allies of the ministry,
However….
… new powers are a dangerous toy.
While coined as “Feral”, new ghouls would better be designated “Raw”, “Unbound”, and “Lawlessly Dangerous”
First formed, they are still elements;
Torrential, Aimless,
Incapable of coherent thought or rules
-but with time, coherence returns to the individual
Who grows much like a life cycle’s stages without necessarily aging.
The overall cycle is the same per ghoul, yet varied enough each rises differently…
First form: “Raw” – Second form (1): “Feral” – Second form (2) – Third form: “Stabilized”
Catalyst, violent, poor formation – Unaware, wild, chaotic – Conscious; can act like oneself; less raw – fully formed and recognizable
The first form, “Raw”, is notably so violent the devil himself does not release them until stage two.
The second form in stage one of a “Feral” ghoul is much like the forces of nature; free willed and wild, understanding minimal speech.
Take caution: they can be mischievous and cause decent damage.
In the second stage of a “Feral” ghoul, they behave like typical people; however, they’re still very free and may choose to never fully stabilize.
Note: you can tell they’ve reached this stage by presence of a tail and civil habits.
If desired, a ghoul reaches the final form: “Stabilized”. They’re transformed into a stable humanoid body, a form less powerful but safer.
Note: Talented ghouls can change form at will in this stage between secondary Feral and Stable.
When it comes to location, each form is most likely to be found:
Raw: Hell, contained
Feral (Stage 1): wilds/natural areas
Feral (Stage 2): wilds and civil areas
Stabilized: anywhere people go
Seeing feral ghouls is not uncommon, and can even be considered lucky!
They tend to provide free protection to keep their home
Ghouls can only stabilize via ministry ritual;
One can assume they’re ministry members if stable, even off duty.
Ghouls are uncommon, but found most places if looked for;
This seems especially true near ministry placements.
Ghouls only form from adults and don’t “age” traditionally, yet they’re still mortal
Deceased ghouls do not seem to return or recycle.
Summoning intentionally pulls only second stage feral ghouls or stable ghouls from anywhere,
They don’t always like this however (see other guide).
The cycle of ghouls serves a main purpose – as forces for the Dark One, in return for rebirth
However, there are two channels through which they serve.
1) Natural defense against corrupted holy magic
Non-stable ghouls defend at will naturally where they live
2) training to fight, protect, and uphold the ministry’s efforts in the name of the Devil.
Contrary to belief, summonings cannot grab from “nothing”;
Like the creation of a ghoul,
Their element, once developed, is what becomes pulled by nature
The force of such pull is incredible,
A disorientating test of will so great…
…it can render even the most sound minds rather violent.
This is why while some choose to stabilize, others may not;
But should a mind change, they can be freed or re-summoned.
Alternative to wild summoning, one can summon from trained ghouls over feral;
Many ghouls are trained for ministry positions all over, but any can be summoned if unassigned.
Though stabilized, unassigned ghouls are not contractually bound to anyone until assigned.
They’re great for extra work hands and being able to know what kind of team mates you’ll get without leaving it to chance.
Summoning any ghoul however reverts them to feral form, and the challenge to tame them remains the same.
Just because you know a ghoul does not mean an easy summon.
Finally, be warned: forcing unwanted breaking or upholding of a summoning contract
Will have dire consequences.
Aside from rarity of an element, there are “power classes” within each element.
Tiers:
Rarity of an element does not equal strength.
The break down is as follows:
Rare – extreme and dangerous power. These ghouls earn a specialized title.
Quite strong, stand out in their class and very sought after.
Most common tier; average and decent powers that are expectable.
Weak powers, but some uses are applicable.
Uncommon – ghouls who possess little to no powers. Ghouls in this tier may at times suddenly change power tier without warning to any other category.
S-Tier ghouls are quite rare and a sight to behold- truly, they embody nature’s power.
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#ghost bc#the band ghost#ghost band#nameless ghouls#papa copia#cardinal copia#papa emeritus iv#sodo ghoul#rain ghoul#phantom ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#mountain ghoul#swiss ghoul#aurora ghoulette#cumulus ghoulette#cirrus ghoulette#papa terzo#papa emeritus iii#omega ghoul#cardinal primo#cardinal secondo#papa nihil#sister imperator#ghoul guide#comic#long post#jhopoouughhghhhhoughh. i'm so tired. and there's still gonne be one more. lol HELP!#aether ghoul
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OUGH I JUST WOKE UP YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME…
What if Aeth gives him an exam afterwards with a speculum (not that he needs it, he can practically see all the way down to his cervix with how stretched out he is). He prods at all the the tender areas and makes bug flinch and whine, examines his poor oversensitive tdick too.
Phantom squirming and whimpering that Aether’s too big, he can’t take him, he needs more prep, it’s gonna hurt, all while Aeth coos and reassures him it’ll fit while he bullies his cock inch by inch into that sweet little cunt. 🤤
#gah… I need to be put down I think#size kink + masochism + med kink = whatever this is#poor guy can’t sit comfortably for a few days but it’s worth it#trans phantom#phantom ghoul#aether ghoul#phantom/aether
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🏳️🌈Happy Pride Month🏳️🌈
#the band ghost#phantom ghoul#ifrit ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#cumulus ghoulette#cirrus ghoulette#papa emeritus iv#copia#terzo#papa emeritus iii#omega ghoul#terzomega#rain ghoul#delta ghoul#water ghoul#alpha ghoul#swiss ghoul#aether ghoul#aurora ghoulette#love is love#cw: flashing#flash warning
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