#and ofc the rest of the aurora

[iwantofall]

dont forget to check up on your local idiot

[karouvas]

[rotdistressxox]

Headcanons: The Ghoulettes + Mountain first meeting / Developing a crush on you

Part 1

Here's part 2 :p IM SO SORRY MOUNTAIN GHOUL ENJOYERS HERE'S YOUR FOOD

Cumulus

• She immediately stands out to you because of her long, curly, white hair. She flashed you a smile and welcomed you to the team.

• The more you got to know her, the more she stood out as the mom-friend of the group.

• Bascically adopts you into the ghoul-friend group. Anyone says anything bad about you will have the 'lioness' to deal with.

• You help her with practicing piano and keyboard. She likes to harmonize with your voice, and sometimes she sings along.

• Winter arrives and the fire ghouls are usually working to heat up the ministry. She invites you to cuddle, since that's what ghouls do to preserve body temperature.

• Presing your body close to hers, you tuck your head under her chin. She whispers an 'Oh my' as she feels her heart beat getting faster. She purred as you fell asleep in her arms.

• Swiss wanted to join, but she growled and swiped at him. "My bad"

• That's a thing that became more common between you two, even if it wasn't cold outside anymore.

• She starts to fuss over you more like she's your wife, which you jokingly call her.

Cirrus

• Is pretty similar to Mist, the only thing that's different is how quickly her mood changes. It's super scary

• At first she was stone faced like the previous Era of ghouls, but as soon as you said hi she was smiles and rainbows.

• Was the one who seemed the most trust worthy at the time, so she's your main ghoul to talk to.

• Pretty playful and flirty, like a mix of Aurora and Swiss. Loves it when you pet her or scratch under her chin.

• Started to feel more attracted to you once she realized her attraction to you wasn't just friendship. It was romantic. Pretty simple when she came to terms with it.

• Overthinks her crush. Is it real? Is it just ghoul hormones or your pheromones? Does she just want you, or does she want all of you?

• Gets jealous pretty easily. Doesn't like it when the Ghouls flirt with you, or you give them attention.

• Almost starts a fight with another ghoul because they stared little too long at you

Aurora

• Is bascically the stereotype of that one girl that wants/ is friends with everyone.

• Very excited to meet you, shakes your hand vigorously. Introduces you to the rest of the ghoulettes instead of letting them do it.

• "Yeah, Aurora's one of the newer ghouls" Cirrus tells you.

• Wants to hang out with you 24/7. You are her bestie afterall! Sleepovers, making friendship bracelets, gossip or shit talking. Her personality is heavily inspired by chickflicks.

• Her hair is naturally a very light green which fades into a dark blue at her roots. One day she decides she wants to dye some strands a neon pink. You help her ofc.

• You had changed into a shirt that was way too big on you, it slid down your shoulders and it took every ounce of her willpower not to shove her nose in her neck. The smell of a human was irresistible to a ghoul.

• "Shit, I can't get this one spot" you sit on her lap and hold her face while you use the brush to finish the bangs. Her ears turned red and her tail wrapped around your leg.

• "Uh, Rora. You good?" "Yeah totally!"

• Didn't keep it a secret that she had a crush on you when talking to the other Ghouls.

• "Ugh I want them so bad" "(Reader) and I already have 27 children in the scenario in my head" "I would kill for them ngl"

Mist

• The most imposing ghoulette, despite her stature.

• Doesn't say anything the first time you see eachother. She only stares you down, watching your every move.

• She's so serious at first, so you start teasing her. The Era 1-3 ghouls have darker skin, so a way you could tell she was blushing was when her cheeks turned a dark purple.

• Doesn't want to admit it, like it all. But she loves it when you tease her.

• "Where's (Reader)?" "They're in the left wing working today. Why?" "Nothing, if you tell (Reader) I asked about them I will end you"

• Not good at emotions. At all. Conflicted all the time because she fell in love so quickly. She has never been in love. Never.

• Refuses to talk about it with the others so she doesn't ruin her 'tough chick' persona.

• One time you snuck up behind her and poked her waist. She let out the cutest whine/yelp you had ever heard. She chased you around though.

• Also very protective

Mountain

• Oh where do I begin.

• Scares the living shit out of you because of how tall he is, by accident because bro just appeared out of the ground and dusted the dirt off his shoulders.

• Doesn't usually interact with the siblings of sin if at all. He's afraid of them

• Is actually very sweet though, he thinks you're a little weird at first. Not a bad weird, just very unusual.

• Stuff you say is usually hilarious. Your humor shocks him at first, but he gets used to it

• Mountain is usually very stressed, there's a lot going on in his head. Practice, more practice, duties, mental health. But for some reason, the loud thoughts in his head disappear when you say "hello"

• When you're not looking, he'll put flowers in your hair until you notice them.

• Ofcourse he knows he's in love, the earth ghouls at usually the ones most aware of emotion.

• When he follows you around the lawns and the gardens, a small patch of purple flowers are left in his footsteps

[pablitogavii]

ofc reader comforting gavi after el clasico

Carita linda

Pablo came home hurt and exhausted. Everyone who knew Pablo, also knew he HATED to lose not to mention to lose against Madrid. Boy was raised a Culé and gives his heart to every game.

After the game ended, Pablo texted you to meet with him at home since Xavi was going to give them a piece of mind in the dressing room. Aurora gave you a ride back to the apartment you shared with Pablo and you patiently waited for him.

The door slammed and Gavi threw his bag on the floor before walking to the living room where you were sitting on the couch with a book and a warm cup of tea.

"Come here cariño!" you opened your arms and Pablo plopped himself next to you hugging you tightly and resting his still sweaty hair against your neck.

You ran your hand through his wet curls as he sighed clearly exhausted and too agitated to talk about anything.

"You should shower Gavito...and we can go to bed after?" you ask after a few seconds hearing him groan as you slowly moved making him raise his hand from your shoulder and look at you with those big puppy dog eyes.

"Vamos! I'll shower with you...help wash your hair?" you say reaching your hand which he gladly took walking towards the bathroom. You helped Pablo take off his clothes and he slowly walked to the shower his legs aching and his head heavy and pouding.

"You sit down and I'll wash your hair okay?" you say standing against him and since he was way taller that you, he had to look down into your eyes as water cascaded down his face.

"I'm sorry I disappointed you amor..." he said and you couldn't be able to tell if he was indeed crying or if it was the water from the shower but it didn't matter. You wanted to make him feel better.

"You didn't disappoint me cariño...you played a good game" you said as he sat down in annoyance.

"That doesn't matter! We lost!" he said in frustration and you knew not to argue and just to let him talk it out with you when he needed it (aka right now!!!)

"And you will win next time...look at me" you said raising up his head finally noticing the prominent bruise on his cheek. Pobrecito!

"Ai mi carita linda...we need to clean and bandage it up later, bueno?" you said and he nodded just staying quiet and letting you wash his hair. He was enjoying every second of your fingers massaging his scalp and making him even more sleepy.

After you washed the conditioner, you smiled down at Pablo who had his eyes closed and looked completely relaxed and ready to fall asleep every second now.

"Esta listo amor..venga" you said helping him out and trying him off before passing him some boxers and his favorite pajama shirt. You dried his hair with the towel as he sad on the bed like a little boy letting you take care of him...you found it utterly adorable.

"Bueno, does that feel better now Pablito?" you say as he nodded yawning big making you giggle and promise him to go to bed the moment you clean up and bandage his face.

"It's fine amor...it'll heal alone" he was grumpy but when you asked him to "do it for you" he couldn't refuse sitting there and letting you path him up.

"I don't like you getting injuries...scares me un poco" you sa while cleaning his bruise and he sighed nodding his head while holding your waist on his lap enjoying the way you feel against him. Like a perfect puzzle piece...<3

"You're saying same things as mi mamá and hermana..." he said blushing a little realizing that you are aslo one of the women who love him a lot...his woman.

"Especially when they touch your carita linda...mi chico fofiño..aii que precioso" you praise him while opening the bandage while he blushed like crazy. He was used to giving you compliments but receiving them always made the boy shy a little.

"Does it hurt you amor?" you ask gently stroking his bruised cheek and he nods but says it's nothing unbearable so you don't have to worry.

You smile knowing when he lies as you elan closer leaving small kisses all over his bruised cheek as he just let you closing his eyes and enjoying your moment. Before he knew it, the bandage was applied and you were pushing him to lay down in bed.

"Hmmm...dame cuddles porf" he mumbled and you giggled having found it adorable that he mixes languages when he's exhausted. You laid besides him letting his rest his bruised cheek against your chest while you played with his hair as we slowly fall into deep sleep.

"Te amo mucho Pablito. Tu estas mi campeon siempre. I am so proud of you...and I will always be in your corner...mi chico perfecto!" you whispered not knowing if he heard you or not and smiling a little when you heart his soft snores. You kissed his head laying your on top of his and falling asleep yourself. <333

Gavi is not a talker so I think this is a realistic picture hehe <333

[moony-ghoul]

ghouls go to breakfast hcs:

dew: dew gets nauseous if he eats too early in the morning so he usually will just have coffee while the others eat, despite this he always helps first thing in the morning when it comes to making breakfast, swiss cuts him up some fruit after they clean up and he’ll snack on that before lunch. he has his coffee w oat milk and pretends like he doesn’t want any sugar but will scoop about 4 tablespoons in after the first sip

rain: he’s not the biggest fan of ‘traditional’ breakfast foods, he loves bibimbap, rice w a shit ton of lil side plates to add in? he goes crazy. however rain loves a good sleep in and doesn’t like having to wait for the rice to cook AND cut up veggies AND fry eggs, luckily there’s a lil fire ghoul who’s love language is acts of service who will make sure all of rains side plates are ready for him the moment he wakes up. after breakfast he likes to sit outside w his herbal tea and a good book, he’s not 100% sure what the tea is but mount said it’s good for digestion

phantom: complete opposite of dew. this mf needs food in their mouth as soon as they open their eyes or they will die (they won’t). thankfully much like rain has dew, ant has swiss who wakes up at a ridiculous time and makes sure his lil bat has a 3 course meal to wake up to. ant eats a lot and they eat fast, they’ll have something that resembles a full english breakfast and a bowl of cereal and fruit and whatever left overs the others don’t want. nobody knows how that ghoul can possibly fit so much food in them and absolutely no one is shocked when they’re curled on the couch 30 minutes later complaining about a stomach ache before having their post breakfast nap

swiss: swiss is easy when it comes to breakfast, he’s typically cooking most of everyone else’s so he makes a plate w a lil bit of everyone else’s food. he will have at least three different kinds of eggs tho usually one fried, one scrambled and an omelet (“gotta have protein for the gainz”). he switches up between tea and coffee depending on his mood but he always drinks it straight no milk no sweetener “i’m sweet enough”

mount: mount much like dew and swiss is one of the dens chefs. he doesn’t touch any of the meat tho the texture causes him problems so that’s left to dew and swiss, mount is a master at omelettes tho he has a secret cheese dealer and always has the most amazing cheese that compliment the rest of the omelet perfectly, along w his home grown veggies and herbs. the abbey does have a few chickens that mount will help care for but that’s mostly up to zeph. every morning he starts off w one of his homemade teas he’s got a cupboard full of different mixes of herbs that he’ll switch between depending on what the day has in store

cumulus: forever mounts princess cumulus tends to wake up to a beautiful steaming mug of chamomile tea in bed, she enjoys it while she spends time freshening herself up for the day (washing her face, taking off her silk cap and fixing her hair up). by the time she wanders into the kitchen mount always has her fav of his omelettes ready, ricotta and spinach with a side of sliced up strawberries. he quite literally has it ready on a silver platter for her

cirrus: cirrus is basically half alive in the morning until she has at least 2 mugs of close to boiling black coffee. she goes absolutely ham on the sausages, heat does not effect her so she’ll grab them straight out of the pan while swiss is still cooking them, if they’re still raw in the middle she honestly prefers it. she might snack on some pineapple if she’s feeling peckish but for the most part her mornings start off w a plate full of pork (bacon and sausage)

aurora: if you wake up aurora before she’s done having her beauty sleep all hell will break loose. she’s usually the last one up and is also one of swiss’ morning princesses. she sits at the head of the table every morning and swiss brings her a bowl of yogurt, granola (ofc made by mount) and berries. he would not dare forget to serve it with a kiss

this post is inspired by this one from @iamthecomet

[ghoultrifle]

Your post with Jimothy was just a little inspiring to me.

How do you feel about Phantom wetting himself on Rains lap while Rain is sat on the floor (below eyeline just felt more subtle than the couch or armchair) because Rain wont let him up during pack movie night? Stop wiggling will you? You don't want us to miss the good part do you? While Rain plays the good, helpful partner. Whispering in Phantoms ear to keep quiet as he feels it happen, then still not letting him up until the movie ends "so that the rest of the pack doesn't find out what he did and tease him or WORSE punish him for making a mess" (in quotes bc ofc they are in on the shenanigans as consent from all parties is always key)

HELLO ANON THIS IS THE BIGGEST BRAIN PROMPT AND IT WAS A PLEASURE TO WRITE!!!! (this is the post anon is talking about) Once again, it's a piss fic, read the prompt for the contents - don't like, don't read. I'd also like to point out that I have never seen Twilight so please ignore if any references sound out of touch, it's because they are ajghalhkdg. It slightly devolved into the entire pack getting in on the action because I couldn't resist!!

Read HERE on AO3 or below the cut!

After Twilight was rudely interrupted by Mountain and Cirrus’ fiendish games last week, the whole pack held a proper movie night to show the cult classic. Earlier in the day, however, Rain had accidentally spilled his iced coffee all over one of the common room’s beanbags, leaving only enough room for eight of the nine ghouls to sit. 

Cirrus immediately made her way to the remaining beanbag, popcorn in hand, ready to subject the others to the film. Next to her, Aurora was already fast asleep in the other beanbag, she’d been curled up all afternoon. Cumulus was wedged between the resident big boys, Mount and Aether, already making biscuits on Mountain’s thigh as she settled in for the night.

Swiss and Dew were left to find their seats, Rain having sent them out of the kitchen with drinks and snacks for everyone, keeping Phantom behind. Dewdrop ran at the remaining sofa, launching himself onto it, no doubt breaking something in the process. Swiss followed, placing the food on the table before laying his head in Dew’s lap, staring at the screensaver on the TV.

Everyone was right where Rain wanted them. Including Phantom, who was bitterly arguing with the water ghoul about who gets the last seat on the sofa next to Swiss and Dewdrop.

“Alright Bug, calm your tits. How about we both sit on the floor, hmm?” Rain enquired, praying to Satan below his careful planning would pay off, “I’ll even let you sit on my lap and I can braid your hair.”

“Mmm okay but I call dibs on the beanbag next time!” Phantom pouted, resigning himself to Rain’s lap, sat on the floor in front of Swiss and Dew. 

The water ghoul was sat cross-legged, the space between his thighs a welcoming nook for Phantom to nuzzle into, resting his head on the bend of Rain’s neck. It’s as if they were made for each other, an enzyme and substrate locked together for eternity.

Rain offered a blanket to the younger ghoul, knowing his own tendency to run cold. Phantom happily declined, his brand new bat ‘oodie’ covering most of him, and a large pair of fluffy socks keeping the rest of him warm.

An absorbent choice of clothes, Rain thought to himself, pleased the young ghoul had picked the oodie up on the way to the den.

Cirrus happily clicked play on the remote as the film started. The lights were out, only the glow from the TV and Phantom’s bat-themed fairy lights illuminating the den. Rain had his arms around the quintessence ghoul, embracing him in a warm hug, well warm for a water ghoul.

That afternoon, Phantom had been out in the greenhouse, helping Mountain move the delivery of new pots for the earth ghoul’s ever-expanding collection. It was hard work, Mountain ensured Phantom wasn’t getting dehydrated as he knew the young ghoul found it hard to listen to his body (and he’d be lying if it didn’t make him think back to their quiz night, Phantom drenching Cirrus as he writhed in her lap).

But Phantom didn’t use the bathroom once. In fact he seemed quite content labouring away without a care for his bladder. Mountain certainly took note, a new summon like Phantom couldn’t hold his bladder for more than a few hours, let alone when he was pounding back drinks at the rate Mountain had been offering them.

What the earth ghoul was unaware of was Rain. Rain who suggested Mountain take the young ghoul outside for some good old fashioned manual labour. Rain who sat at the dockside watching the quintessence ghoul all afternoon. Rain who kept Phantom’s bladder from sending any signals to that poor brain of his. Rain who dragged the ghouls back inside for movie night, handing them a clean set of clothes as he led them directly to the common room, “It’s starting now, guys, Cirrus would be really disappointed if you missed the actual showing of Twilight!” And Rain who, midway through the film, let down the barriers between Phantom’s brain and bladder.

Shit, Phantom thought, a sudden, intense pang twitching in his lower belly, What the fuck? He looked behind him, only to be met with a set of cerulean eyes already staring back at him. Looking down, Rain’s fangs were poking out, a smirk adorning his face. Still unsure of exactly the game Rain was playing, the quintessence ghoul went to stand and make his way to the bathroom. The water ghoul clamped his hands down on Phantom’s twig-like arms, it was no trouble to keep the smaller ghoul from moving, he could do it in his sleep.

“Colour, baby bat?” he whispered sweetly, as if he wasn’t suggesting Phantom piss himself in front of the pack.

Phantom hesitated. He knew Rain would release him if he just said the word, but part of him loved being forced into these situations, forced to go through the humiliation of getting himself, and others, soaked.

“G-green,” he choked out, trying to be discreet about both his words and the growing desperation. He thought the initial twinge was bad, but Rain seemed to be letting the need grow with every second.

“Good boy, now stay right here, I’ll be the judge of when you can leave, okay?”

Rain phrased it as a question, however they both knew it was anything but. The only way Phantom was getting out of this dry was by calling the scene, and that was exactly how he liked it.

Phantom was now cursing his past self for not taking the blanket, his bladder on the verge of leaking as he writhed under Rain’s vice grip; both ghouls’ hands now in the main compartment of the jumper. Phantom had removed his hands from the arms of the oodie to subtly clench his dick. Rain’s deft fingers, on the other hand, snuck their way under the woolly fabric to still the squirming ghoul’s arms more firmly.

“Stop wiggling will you?” Rain whispered into Phantom’s ears, barely audible over the swell of the film’s music. Unlike the swell of the quintessence ghoul’s bladder, the slosh of the day’s drinks audible as if it had been injected directly into his eardrums. 

Damn water ghoul magick, he thought.

He wondered if the others could hear it or if Rain had spared him the humiliation of letting the pack in on his desperation.

He wasn’t sure which option he would prefer, both ideas leaving his cock twitching for different reasons. Had the pack been unaware, it would have been him and Rain’s dirty little secret, something shared between them, a sinful pleasure. Had the pack been in on it, part of Rain’s master plan, he would revel in the knowledge that their eyes are on him, it’s not all in his mind; they’d watch him let go as Rain hushed him to be quiet under the guise of secrecy.

Rain, the ever helpful partner, offered Phantom a drink, “Wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated, baby, you’ve been working outside all day.”

The smaller ghoul grimaced as he took a sip from the shark-adorned straw, not wanting to alert the others to his somewhat distressed state. There was no doubt that refusing a drink from Rain would prick ears and invite watching eyes. The other ghouls had all fallen victim to Rain at one point or another, Phantom included.

His efforts were futile as Rain held the tumbler to his mouth for far longer than expected, forcing Phantom to continue gulping the water. He wasn’t sure he could physically hold any more liquid in that slight body of his. Dew and Swiss exchanged a knowing look, Rain having made the pack well aware of his intentions for tonight. 

With each gulp, the quintessence ghoul’s bladder longed for release, and his brain became fuzzier, a haze pulling over him. His belly was throbbing, an unhelpful, nimble hand massaging his abdomen. Cuddles, the water ghoul would claim if questioned. Not that anyone would, the pack were under strict instruction not to let on, and Phantom was flushing a deep purple at the idea of being found out.

Quintessence ghouls had an odd connection with the colour purple. When a ghoul turned that hue, it was indistinct, it could be any number of emotions; excitement, shyness, embarrassment, or unfortunately for Phantom, turned on. The young ghoul prayed the room wasn’t too dim for his glowing veins to be displayed. Even if it was, the distinct smell of ozone wafting around the room was all the pack needed to know exactly what was happening between the two ghouls.

In the interest of dragging the scene out, Rain removed his teasing hands and began to softly braid Phantom’s hair, gently raking his nails along the ghoul’s scalp as he whispered into his ear.

You don’t want us to miss the good part do you?

Such a good boy holding it in for me.

Gonna feel so good when you leak, getting the both of us all wet in front of the others.

Phantom shivered as he let out a barely audible whine accompanied with a plea, “Rainy, please, needa go!” He was rocking slightly now, thighs clenching in time with his movements, Rain struggling to keep a hold on his hair. It was a lost cause, the water ghoul decided, snaking his hands back under the oodie to still his desperate, whimpering ghoul.

At the sensation of Rain’s cold fingers resting just above his neatly trimmed curls, the quintessence ghoul could also feel another odd prodding sensation. Of course he’s getting off on this, Phantom thought as he ground discreetly against the water ghoul’s filled out cock; he was nothing if not passionate about pleasing his partners. At least Rain’s dick was leaking from arousal and not about to burst from the insistent pressure barraging his bladder.

Phantom would be lying if he said his cock wasn’t attempting to get hard, the incoming tsunami hampering its efforts. He got off on the humiliation of it all, the shame of wetting himself, losing- nay giving control to Rain, and oh the feeling of drenching himself in his own piss. The way it floods, saturating clothes as the stream hits too fast for the fibres to absorb it. The warmth, like basking in the heat of a thousand suns, slowly running down your legs, dripping beneath like sand from an hourglass of passion.

Phantom’s eyes rolled back both in desperation and in the heat of his own thoughts. He was close now, a weak dam holding back the torrent, due to collapse any minute. It was obvious even to a passer-by that the quintessence ghoul was aching for release of every kind. Small breathy moans, supposedly muffled by the soundtrack, eyes screwed shut, tail quietly thumping on the rug, and hands conspicuously hidden beneath his clothing, no doubt grabbing his dick like the end of a hose, letting the pressure build before spraying.

He could feel his body giving in, it feld like he’d been holding on for hours at the brink of spilling. He felt the stream making its way from his belly to his dick, leaking just a few drops. He whined, louder now, with abandon. Rain’s probing fingers froze, before settling over the ever-growing damp spot on Phantom’s sage green boxer briefs.

Quiet, my darling, we can’t have the pack finding out what a dirty boy you are…

Shh baby, you’re such a naughty little boy, you’ll let the whole ministry know you’re wetting yourself at this rate!

Phantom quiets down, a low purr in his chest, only for Rain’s ears. It was the water ghoul’s turn to breathe out a cut off whine, almost forgetting the game he was playing with the younger ghoul.

Phantom sat there, placed helplessly in Rain’s lap as he drenched the both of them in his piss, torrent in full flow now. His oodie sagging as the stream continued, warm humiliation coursing over him and through his veins. His boxers now a dark shade of the once autumnal colour, the overflow seeping slowly through his layers and onto Rain.

The water ghoul was rock hard, revelling in the way Phantom was leaking all over the two of them. The warmth flooded around his dick first, making it kick in interest, a small bead of pre soaking into his already wet underwear. His jeans were no match for a day’s worth of quintessence ghoul piss, quickly soaking through the layers, engulfing Rain’s ass and upper thighs in the hot liquid. He could feel it dribbling beneath him and onto the rug beneath, a pretty pattern forming in the tufts of the fabric, no doubt.

The flood came to an abrupt stop, Phantom sighing in relief, unsure how he held it for that long. Perhaps Rain helped a little, his magick was always subtle - you’d only ever notice it in hindsight, that’s what made it even hotter. Either way the shame hit Phantom like a truck, there was no way the pack didn’t see his spectacle. No way they didn’t hear the hiss as he relieved himself, fully clothed, in the common room, ruining Cirrus’ movie night.

They both sat there, unmoving for what felt like hours. Rain finally piped up, “Such a good boy for me, ah feel so wet, my perfect little piss boy,” he mouthed at Phantom’s neck.

Phantom took that as the end of the scene, Rain was done with him. He went to excuse himself, to clean up the mess he’d created at the hands of the water ghoul. It was embarrassing, sure, but it would be far more humiliating if the pack noticed when the lights came up and they all filtered out the common room, eyes not even needing to strain to see the puddle on the sky blue rug.

“Oh no, bug, you’re not going anywhere,” Rain whispered into his ear, faux concern in his voice, “they’ll see the way your clothes sag and drip all over the floor, a little trail of shame. You wouldn’t want them to find out, would you? To see your little accident? To see you can’t even hold it in during a film? How embarrassing,” he tutted. Phantom only winced in reply.

“Or worse, Ant, they might punish you for making such a mess of Cumulus’ new rug. I’m sure Swiss is vying for a chance to get you over his knees, all soggy and dripping, to show you what happens to naughty boys who break the rules.”

The cock beneath Rain’s sodden fingers gave an undeniable twitch at the comments, interest piqued at the idea of being found out; Rain knew the younger ghoul loved public play. 

Two long fingers found themselves tracing a slick line from where the piss had pooled in the bottom of Phantom’s underwear, grazing over his taint, gently teasing his balls, before drawing up over the length of his cock, at full attention now.

“Colour?” he asked almost silently, still keeping the guise of stealth.

“As green as the mountains, Rainy, fuck, please, so hard” he whined softly back, craning his head to keep their conversation somewhat private.

Rain chuckled as he began to stroke Phantom through the fabric, gliding smoothly over his dick, a mix of piss and pre lubricating the underwear. The quintessence ghoul threw his head back into the crook of Rain’s neck, his nerves were on fire, and if he wasn’t glowing purple before, he definitely was now. All he could hope was that the pack were too engrossed in the movie to notice.

The squelch of the movements was barely audible but it was crystal clear to Phantom, music to his ears. The product of his shameful accident being used to get him off? He nearly came at the sound alone. Phantom bucked his hips into Rain’s gentle touch, not quite enough to send him over the edge. 

“You either keep still or I stop touching you, baby boy,” Rain demanded, maintaining the pack are still unaware, despite the very obvious handjob he’s giving the whining ghoul on his lap. Rain would never admit it, but he was teetering on the edge with the heady combination of Phantom’s unintentional grinding and the gloriously wet puddle he was sitting in; he was going to blow his load right into the mix with Phantom’s piss if the younger ghoul didn’t stop.

Hips stilled and whines were cut off at the water ghoul’s insistent voice. Rain’s hand gave no reprieve, however, reaching below the damp material to grasp Phantom’s slick cock and start stroking him in earnest, smirking as the quintessence ghoul desperately tried to keep a straight face, fangs piercing his lips ever so slightly, purple blood aglow at the surface.

He tried to pay attention to the film, for the first time since Edward brought Bella to the Cullen home. Although, he doesn’t remember Twilight looking like this… there was a laugh track, and completely new characters, and-

“Oh- fuck, Rain, shit, ah, don’t stop!”

Rain leaned in to give a playful bite at Phantom’s neck, as he sent him over the edge, despite his confusion about the film. The quintessence ghoul hissed as Rain’s hand sped up, stroking him through his explosive release, cum further ruining the oodie and spurting onto his happy trail.

Once the water ghoul was sure Phantom’s dick was spent, milked dry, he released his hand, wiping it on a somewhat-dry part of Phantom’s clothing. Mourning the loss of contact, Phantom came to his senses, looking back up at the TV. It definitely wasn’t Twilight, perhaps it was that friends show Aurora kept talking about. Had he really been on the edge for so long that the film finished? Looking around, nobody was watching it. Every single pair of eyes was looking squarely at Phantom, hungry.

Looking up at the sofa behind him, Dew and Swiss grinned in unison.

“Heard you wanted to see what happened to naughty boys that broke the rules,” Dew growled, the scent of burnt wood and cinnamon assaulting the quintessence ghoul’s nose.

Phantom gulped as the whole pack stood up, Swiss offering his hand to the small ghoul. Phantom squelched as he rose, only briefly getting the chance to appreciate the mess he made of Rain’s lap before he was being dragged out of the common room.

Swiss didn’t stop until the quintessence ghoul was laid, in all his soggy glory, on the dining room table, the rest of the pack eagerly perching on the wooden chairs beneath.

“Are you going to be a good boy this time?”

[iamthecomet]

Comet!!!! I am having ♡thots♡ and i love your work so much i can't imagine who else to share them with. Ok, ok. Picture this:

The new bug gets a proper, ghoul style welcome to the pack now he has had a chance to bond with each of them individually and by that i mean they just make a total mess of him you know? (In an enthusiastically consentual way ofc) i'm talking tears, cum, piss, shame, praise, slick, bites,knots. Basically everyone really goes all in on the new bug. The cuddle pile after would be the most sticky place on earth though i know it💀

I thought, hard, about writing this into an actual fic(let). But there is no way I can write this without it being like 10k words. SO....here, have some THOTS. Under the cut, brief mentions of watersports, and also a tiny bit of blood. Mostly stream-of-consciousness thoughts about Aeon getting his shit wrecked by 9 other ghouls.

Aeon's individual nights with the ghouls have all gone really well. There's an astounding amount of communication in this pack. And they take care of him, and he takes care of them, and it's been lovely. But taking everyone at once is another thing entirely. It's all laid out first, talked about hard limits and what they'd all like to do to him. He knows what's coming. But that doesn't mean he isn't surprised when Rain digs the toe of his boot into his bladder while Aeon's sucking him off. He chokes. Rain holds him in place. Dew laughs at him, mouth right against his ear. Calls him pathetic. Shame burns hot between his shoulder blades, and the urge to piss himself follows and Aeon's cock kicks against his stomach. And Swiss runs his hand over the aching head. "Look, he likes it." It isn't all mean, obviously. Mountain, Cumulus, Aether, and Aurora are soft with him. Pressing praises into his skin as they work him over. Telling him how good he is. He sobs from that praise. He learns a lot about them like this. Learns that Rain, as mean as he is, softens when he checks in. But Dew, Swiss, and Cirrus do not. Knowing how to make sure he's green while still calling him a slut seems to be a particular talent of theirs. He learns that Sunshine jumps back and forth, laughing at how quickly he comes when he's called a good boy. And then carding her hands through his hair, and whispering genuine compliments and praises into his ear as she works her cock inside of him. It's a lot. All of them like this. The press of so many bodies up against his, inside of his, all around him. He is oversenstive almost immediately. Sobbing from it. Cock aching, wet, body twitching with every brush of fingers over his balls, his dick, his stomach. But he begs for more anyway, wants it. Leans into that ache, finds that it's good. Finds that he loves the look on Rain's face when he really does piss himself. That he loves the way Swiss calls him names, still fond, and the way Dew sneers at him, like everything he's done is wrong, even as he's shoving his cock down Aeon's throat. He loves the way Cumulus pulls him back, to lean against her body as Cirrus works a strap into him. Her hands are so soft when they wrap around his cock, both of them, even though he isn't big enough to warrant it. Despite the burn of overstimulation it feels like a break, like relief, until it all shifts and his face is being shoved between Aurora's thighs and Cirrus is fucking him hard enough that he feels each thrust in his bones. They take him down to studs. Then, when he's done, spent, covered in cum and piss, and sweat, and a little blood from Mountain's overzealous teeth, they rebuild him. He's cleaned, re-dressed, and then cocooned between them all. Face squished up against Aether's chest. Head resting on Sunshine's thigh. Aurora cemented to his back--held there by Mountain's long arms. Rain between his legs, head on his stomach. They're all touching him somehow. A hand, a tail curled around his leg. Something. A constant reminder of where he is, of who he's with. And how much they all love him already.

[felassan]

I was sent a link to a ‘chat with Mark Darrah' interview video that I hadn’t seen before. [here is the source] link. the interview took place in 2022, so bear that in mind when listening, but it still has interesting insights and things in there.

the rest of this post is under a cut due to length.

this post is just some brief notes and a few transcribed quotes of interest from the video.

Mark ofc was in charge of DA:O, DAII, & DA:I, then, quote, “then a bunch of malarkey happened” and he ended up in charge of Anthem in 2017 in its final ~16 months

In AAA games narrative is a certain thing that was very much defined in a lot of ways by BioWare

There’s a BioWare story in Anthem (though certainly not its best), if you just ignore everything else

The average gamer puts way too much stock into what engine is used to make a game

Mark is pretty sure that the guts of Neverwinter Nights is underneath the Witcher engine

Moving DA from Aurora to Eclipse to Frostbite (engines) opened up more possibility spaces

Frostbite stagnated because it essentially was the engine everyone had to use at EA

Before DA:I, there was a game at BioWare internally codenamed “Blackfoot”. It was going to be a multiplayer DA game and was using Frostbite before DA:O, during the time of DAII’s late development but before DA:I started development. It never shipped as it got eaten by DA:I

For the MET, Casey was originally trying to make a Star Control-type game but cinematic. Echoes of this can be seen in ME1. But ME the IP itself wants to be a space opera. Ultimately the cinematic experience side of it won out

And some specific quotes:

“Something that I noticed is that, sometimes, if your studio is hiring only your biggest fans, which I saw at BioWare sometimes, those people are in some ways, they’re almost more, they have more zealotry towards the ‘old way’ of doing things than – that’s right, that [from a fandom point of view] is all they know. And they don’t necessarily know that this was awful or that ‘there could have been a better way, we just didn’t see it until later’. All they know is, ‘this is what you did, and you made this thing I love, so we have to do that too’, and, so that’s a danger that could happen is, you get the, you know the monkeys and the bananas, like, ‘I don’t even know why we’re doing this anymore, but I know we’ve always done it.’”

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“The biggest reason to consolidate on an engine is for the ability to share more work within your studio. In theory.” “The problem that often happens is that you end up with not nearly as much sharing as you would imagine. FIFA doesn’t share anything with DA. And in BioWare’s case it’s even worse than that, there’s very little sharing between DA:I and ME:A, and between ME:A and Anthem. A lot of troubles ME:A and Anthem had is [because of] not building upon the foundations of DA:I.”

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“My great frustration of BioWare from around 2013 to basically today [2022], there wasn’t a building upon the past.” “30% of DA:I’s tech budget was spent on tooling. On ME:A they didn’t build upon the tools that were laid by DA:I, partially because they started before DA:I shipped, but also for ‘Not Build Here’ reasons. They spent 10-15% approximately of their budget on tools. Anthem didn’t build on either of these foundations and they spent about less than 10% of their budget on tools. So it was like they were going backwards, respecting the engine less and less as they went forward, resulting in more and more struggles happening.” “I have the most sarcastic PowerPoint presentation ever which compares those two games, which are treated as if they’re widely different things. They’re pretty much exactly the same game, from the perspective of any external observer. ME is more like DA than it is like anything else. So it’s ridiculous. The answer is hubris, is the answer.”

-

On endings and the future:

“I think you have to do something [about the endings]. ME was always conceived as being a trilogy, but I think what you actually end up with with ME1-3, if you kind’ve just stick them together into one ridiculously big game, that’s why it, in some ways, the complaints about the original ME3 ending are so hilarious because in a way, the game ME3 is the ending for this entire huge game, which isn’t awesome, because you know, the last Hobbit movie is also stupid because it’s all ending. So, that’s not necessarily the best, but that’s essentially what you have. So because it was intended as a trilogy, it, to some kind of degree it kind of takes its ball and goes home at the end, where its like, ‘I’m gonna render the possibility of a direct sequel to this sooo nearly impossible that it’s ludicrous’. It could be that, so we know that the Mass Relays are down, that’s also true, but, like, we have potentially, everyone’s a cyborg, potentially there are no robots, potentially, potentially, potentially, it’s bananas. But interestingly, if you look at ME1, ME2 and ME3 as a single game, and then you look at DA:O, DA:O was always, was originally envisioned as a standalone game. There was never even a consideration for a sequel made for that. If you look at DA:O and then look at what it does at its ending, so the ending of the game itself is fairly tight, it’s like, well you definitely have to kill the Arch Demon, and you’ve ended the Blight, but then you go through the end credits stuff, the epilogue screens. And it’s like, maybe there’s a civil war happening in Orzammar, maybe there are werewolves spreading across this entire part of Ferelden, maybe there are no werewolves at all. Like it’s similar. Now what DA, the way that DA approached the solution to that was to canonize some of those choices, but for the most part just move away, far enough physically, so it’s like, okay, well maybe there are werewolves down south there, that’s not my problem, I got my own problems. Or it moves through time, which is one of the reasons why DA2 moves through so much time is, it gives distance from DA:O. One of the major reasons why ME:A is literally hundreds of years in the future and in another galaxy, it’s like, okay, well, something happened, [shrug], we can react if we want to but we don’t have to worry about the consequences. DA has had the same problem that ME had, just to a lesser degree. DA:O did such a great job of building up the Warden that people are really attached to that and they keep wanting to see the Warden come back. People are never gonna let go of Shepard. DA, new player characters every time because it allows things to be done, but there are costs to that, if you don’t have nearly the [same] attachment. I mean, there’s a reason why every single Zelda game starts with you as Link getting bonked on the head. They’ve essentially solved the problem, reset button, either you have amnesia or you’re like the great-great-great-great-grandson. So it’s like, maybe there’s a way that they can do something like that, but Zelda’s jumped through a lot of hoops that probably a modern game can’t be allowed to do. You’re “Link”, so maybe there’s a way that you can be Shepard but, but Shepard, you can be “Shepard”, maybe there’s a way you can do that, but yeah, it’ll be interesting, it’s definitely a problem that they have. Because certainly, Ryder from ME:A is not the same character, nor could any character from a single game compete with a character from three games. Maybe the approach is, you canonize the choices from MET and you say, ‘and the choice we’re making is, Shepard made it, and you’re Shepard. [shrug]”

-

“I think there is a lot of DNA of its older games still at BioWare, but you’re right. Every game needs to be a game in its moment. It needs to be appropriate to the time and space of what’s going on. So, I get it, you kind of just want to feel the thing you felt when you played ME2 or feel the thing you felt when you played DA:O.” “If suddenly you got an ME2 again magically appearing out of the ether, I don’t think it would be received the same way. The industry isn’t in the same place. BioWare needs to set a new bar.” “The sad truth is, the older you get, the less relevant a part of the buying demographic you are. So the reality is, I mean ME:A had a shaky launch unfortunately, but it’s a lot of peoples’ favorite ME. Mostof those people who it is their favorite ME are younger people because it targets, you know, it’s got a younger PC, it’s got a stronger, more. I mean, the MET is very much, Shepard is a hero from action movies from the 80s and 90s, for millennials. He’s stoic. Whereas Ryder is definitely, he’s much more a protagonist from a CW show. The reality is is that, sorry, but they’re not trying to make it for you anymore.”

[source and full watch link where you can check it out]

[da-rulah]

hellosiesss :)

may i ask, can you maybe do headcanons with the ghouls how theyd act if theyd catch a cold? :]

alrighty, my first headcanons? i'm into it let's GO! (Gonna do the Ghoulettes too ofc because I love and appreciate them 🥹) Sodo

This guy cannot TAKE it. He is the WORST patient.

He's stubborn asf. Cough medicine? Don't know her. Lozenges? Don't know her. Rest and fluids? DON'T KNOW HER.

"I'm FINE. GO AWAY........... wait no where are you going? COME BACK HERE."

You'll spend all day arguing with the guy who can't taste the soup you're force feeding him because his sinuses are so. damn. blocked. But no, he will not back down.

Keeps you up all night with his sniffles and coughing fits and yet, he still, won't BLOODY LISTEN to you.

It takes him 3 days of being sick to actually admit he's sick. By this point, he hovers in your doorway wrapped head to toe in a blanket, sniffling and sulking.

"...I think I'm sick."

Rain & Cumulus (because they'd react much the same)

Neither one wants to be a burden. The thought of you having to take time out of your day to care for them? Oh, it pains them.

"You're looking a bit pale, love?" ... "No...no, it's... the lighting?"

They try to keep going as normal, powering through but you have to tell them it's okay to rest.

You've lost count of the amount of times they've thanked you for the tea. Too many. It's too many. It's just one cup of tea...

Tries to hide their coughs from you so they don't bother you

"You don't need to help me, it's my fault, I got sick..."

You can't stand that sad look in their eyes every time you do something nice for them. It's not self pity, it's a wordless apology and endless thanks each time.

Bless them

Phantom & Swiss (again i think they'd react similarly...)

It's like having a toddler.

"OooooOOOOoooOOOoooOOOoowwwWWWWwwwWWWWW, my heeeeEEAAAAAAaaaaDDDDdddd"

Literally writhing around in bed whining like they'd had their arm amputated.

"Babe, I need a shoulder rub." "Babe, I need cough sweets." "Babe, I need tissues." "Babe, I need chicken soup with those dumpling things you make that are sooOOOoooOOOoo good."

More deceptive than Lucifer himself. It's just a blocked nose.

Don't fall for their lies. They just enjoy being pampered.

Typical MEN.

But you can't argue with them because it's not worth the hours of pouting, whining and side eye you'd get from their end of the couch.

Mountain and Cirrus

They will not let you do ANYTHING.

Refuse to admit they're sick at all.

"The cold never bothered me anywaaaayyyyy."

You know full well they're sick, you can see their red nose and you hear the coughing fits from the other room but they just. keep. going.

Making that cold their BITCH. The show must go on.

They're like freaking machines or something idk

You have to trick them into taking anything that might help. "I just thought you might like some tea... It's.... refreshing?"

The first signs of them getting sick, they're chugging cough medicine like it's the last water in the desert. It will NOT get the better of them.

Aurora

She complains. A lot.

Makes an noise every time she blows her nose. "AaaaaaAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHhhhhhh"

She's emotional asf. She tripped on her blanket as she was dragging it down the hall to you and wept like a baby.

When you brought her dippy egg and toast soldiers for breakfast? Anyone would have thought you'd asked her to marry you.

She's so appreciative of everything you do for her. She makes a note to get you a gift when she can breathe through her nose and leave the bed again.

"I'm sorry i'm sick... love you..." all pouty and adorable.

Whines whenever she has to move an inch.

SEND ME MORE HEADCANONS IF YOU LIKE, THIS WAS FUN! 🥰

[drewsbuzzcut]

https://www.tumblr.com/drewsbuzzcut/743331432565522432/aurora-has-serious-separation-anxiety-from-jeremy?source=share

when this is happening for the first time like when they realize she’s having some separation anxiety from Jeremy, they’re at a home game in the box with the rest of wags and family and Aurora cries the entire time for Jeremy (ofc she doesn’t realize he’s on the ice, she’s little) and they wait by the locker room for Jeremy after the game and she’s still screaming and crying for him and he comes out and sees and he’s immediately worried

Ooo yes I like this!

She’s still whimpering and holding on tightly to Lyla when Jeremy gets out of the locker rooms, but when she sees him she’s diving into his arms

By the time they make it out to the parking lot, Aurora is knocked out against Jeremy’s chest

[moon-the-silly-evil]

please please talk abt lil kit Brie pls join me in this collective OC creation bc I love Brie

(I think she and aunt Rory are besties)

~ @atmosghoul

I GLADLY WILL RAMBLE ABOUT BRIE OMG THANK YOU

Under the cut!

Ok hear me out- Brie as a little baby kit, right? She's got that peach fuzz kind of fur on her that just makes her feel like a ball of lint (in a good way)

I think she's mostly fire in her elemental makeup, with a bit of earth and water in there from swiss. I also just think it makes sense from a cheese perspective. I'm not a cheese monger or anything and i coukd be thinking about it wrong, but the way I see it in my head is like- cheese comes from cows (earth because nature) but is a liquid at first (property shared with water) and usually curdles with heat (thus the fire), all from Swiss's side ofc. The other part of fire just comes from any fire ghoul, really.

But let's just say, for the sake of familiarity, that the other parent is Dew. I like to imagine a very strong spirited, stubborn, and charismatic ghoulette. She's definitely a bit sassy (more than a bit let's be so honest) and has swiss's winning smile, 100%.

I like to think she's really close with the rest of the pack, but Aurora is definitely the favorite aunt. Aurora taught her how to do her nails and gossip and they just bond over silly stuff. Maybe Aurora babysat for her the most, idk.

Idk, that's just my thoughts :] please feel free to add on or change if you have any thoughts!

[pablitogavii]

Hey! Can i request one with Pablo’s reaction to the reader having a makeover (hairstyle) and he is just amazed and loves it

Thanks

Surprise Call

Pablo was spending all morning at training preparing for the next few matches while you spent that entire time at the hair salon getting your hair done as a surprise for your boy.

"Are you sure he will like it??" you were unsure weather to do it or not but your friends and hairdresser reassured you that highlights would make you look so good so you agreed.

"He's calling you again! Dios mio! You two are like obsessed with each other!" your friend was holding your phone while the hairdresser washed your hair and you giggled telling her to text that you're studying with friends.

nena💗: I'm studying amorcito. can we talk later??

pablitoo: ofc my smart girl ❤️

"You guys are so cute it's sickening!" your friends joked and everyone laughed around you while you blushed taking the phone and smiling at Pablo's text.

When you were finally done (after five hours sitting in the chair), you looked at the mirror with big eyes loving the way bright highlights made your face pop out and added texture to your hair.

"Do you like it chica??" hairdresser asked and you gave him a tight hug nodding your head in excitement.

"It's so pretty!" you said and he smiled nodding his head glad you were liking what he had done.

"Your boy is going to love it too" he added while you paid and you thanked him going to get some food with your friends.

"You ready to call him??" one of your friends asked when you ordered and you were kinda nervous looking at Pablo's phone number.

"I'm waiting for Rora" you say and his sister soon joined you as well being in shock when she saw your hair.

"Dios mio! Que bonita eres! I understand mi hermano completely!" he said touching your hair and you blush at her comment nodding your head and telling her that he still doesn't know about it.

"Call him right now! I wanna see his face when he sees you!!" she said excitedly and you giggle dialing your boyfriend's phone number.

"Hola mi nena preciosa..dios amor!" he said when he turned to look at the screen his eyes going wild when he saw your face with a big bright smile and your soft hair moving with the wind.

"Do you like it Pablito?" you ask shyly blushing red since all your friends were aweing at the two of you.

"You looks so good amor..I don't know what else to say..I'm speechless..When are you coming home so I can see it in person??" he asked

"We all know why he wants to see it in person.." girls joked and you blushed even more telling him you will head home after lunch.

"We're stealing her from you for at least couple more hours!" Aurora came closer to you winking at her brother who rolled his eyes telling you to enjoy your day with friends.

"Vamos tío!" Pedri called him and Pablo showed him and the rest of the boys to come closer as he turned his phone where you were on face time.

"Look at how beautiful my girl looks!" he said proudly and you hid your face when all the boys were saying your hair is very pretty.

"Gracias guys!" you said telling Pablo to go have fun with his friends too and that you will see him later at home. You sent each other kisses before hanging up and both your friends teased you about it.

y/n.bebe

hair 😍💗

comentarios:

pablogavi: que guapaaa mi nenaaa😍😍😍

gaviraafanssclub:

aurorapaezg: obsessed!!

y.n.fans: she's so gorgeous!! aaahhh!!

brunabiancardi: preciosa🥺

mikkykiemeney: omg! so beautiful!!

After a whole day of being with your friends while texting each other on the side, you were on your way home. Both were very excited to finally be together missing each other very much.

"Amor?? You home??" Pablo opened the door tossing his bag to the side and rushing to the kitchen where you called his name just as excited that he was finally home.

He ran towards you grabbing your thighs and raising you up in his arms while your went around his neck as you giggled.

"I missed you so much!!" he said kissing all over you neck to your face and finally your lips.

"Me too! We really are obsessed with each other cariño" you smiled and he nodded his head sitting you on the kitchen counter and kissing your lips lovingly while standing between your legs.

"You're so pretty..and incredibly smart..every guy would be obsessed if he had a girl like you princesa" he spoke touching your face and then finally your hair careful not to mess it up.

"You too sweet to me Pablito.." you blush playing with his hair while he played with yours until your eyes met and you kissed once more.

"It's so soft..I'm in love with it" he said raising you up once more and carrying you to bed where you both laid down cuddling and playing with each others hair.

"I was worried at first if you would like it.." you say feeling him kiss the top of your head and hold you tight against himself.

"I would like anythings that's on you amorcito..everything looks pretty on my pretty girl" he praised and you blushed moving to kiss his lips one more time before cuddling up closer ready to get some well deserved rest.

[skullhaver]

and ofc I will never pass on the opportunity to ask abt our netherdeep besties 😌 for question: face, canvas, night, road. for tarsenna: motion, stillness, formal, favorite

Time for some NPC besties!

face: Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?

Question has an expressive face! She's quick to smile or frown. Definitely goes on a noticeable face journey when the Moonlighters tell her wild stories. Her toothy smile give her a youthful look when she's excited about something. Besides the fact that she's a tiefling, the first thing people notice about her is her fun, turquoise-dyed hair streak.

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

Question has pierced earlobes. She's also got a series of tattoos on her arms and upper back that she doesn't go out of her way to hide but the Moonlighters haven't had a reason to see. In the center of her upper back nestled in the branches of a tree is the symbol of the Cobalt Soul. Running down the backs of each upper arm, she's got some heavily stylized text in Marquesian (think fancy Arabic calligraphy). Left arm: truth & reason. Right arm: clarity & compassion.

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

Drawstring pants and a tank top in a lightweight linen.

road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?

The art I shared is how she dressed the whole time she was in Bazzoxan and when she was on the road with y'all. Solidly "in uniform" with something that looks scholarly but also comfortable to move in. Fun fact about Question is that she actually has no artwork provided by the module, which imo is an odd omission considering she's of equal importance to Aloysia and Prolix, who *do* get canon art. The art I use was created by a DM and shared on the CotN subreddit, which seems to flavor her as some kind of spellcaster, although in the module and in our world she is a monk.)

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

In a fight, Tarsenna is quick, decisive, and powerful. Hits you hard once and makes it count. Casually, just living their life out in the world, they prefer to take their time. They've got a relaxed steadiness that makes them easy to chill with. The Moonlighers have rarely seen them outside of Espen's style of Aurora Watch light armor, but I quite like their casual outfit drawn by Ray. They prioritize comfort and easy movement over aesthetics. Definitely coordinated and athletic in how they comport themself.

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

Tarsenna can flop like a union man on a mandated break. Not fidgety, not looking for entertainment or distraction, just relaxed and enjoying the moment. They've had a professional life where they have to be on high-alert a lot of the time, and also where a lot of people look up to them as a leader where they have to make decisions (eugh), so they cherish chill moments and embody them fully.

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

Tarsenna's formal occasions are 90% Aurora Watch-related, so their main formalwear is some kind of dress uniform. If they got invited to a wedding or a funeral or someplace else where a Watch dress uniform wasn't the most appropriate, I'd put them in a men's kimono.

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

They have a necklace with a simple dodecahedron pendant that was given to them by their orc mama (you can see it a lil bit in Ray's artwork) that they never take off. It's a precious keepsake.

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

1, 9, 10 :) [sitting SO cutely]

1. the character everyone gets wrong

okay since im NOT allowed to say bryce (bc yeah okay i def would. literally he is a traumatized angst ridden little fuck and it will NOT all be fixed w a kiss on the cheek. but anyway) i have a few i could say. ethan for one bc he fucking sucks and everyone is wrong about him but mc ofc. but also AURORA. HELLO. she is literally the best and funniest mf in the whole series. her and jensen are besties. she is just a private person and thats SO real of her. like the way id love to do a character deep dive analysis bc on one hand shes grateful to her aunt bc healthcare is a hard world to get into and she knows shes faced hatred as a successful black woman in healthcare but also she knows she has more than that to look forward to. and can make it in a career on her own. but also there was absolutely some fear there bc she didnt want to crash and burn and not be able to make it. so like,, ofc she stuck around. ofc she entertained harpers nosiness. she didnt know what she was doing and sure she was kinda grumpy but she had a right to be!!

9. worst part of canon

ethan ramsey (dont fucking argue with me youre wrong)

10. worst part of fanon

oh you wanna get FUCKED up i literally hate it here. i have so many things to say here (fanon bryce, fanon sienna, fanon jackie, fanon any women of color, fanon ETHAN). but the one that gets me every fucking time. makes me wanna rip somebodys hair out. is the fact that people think its cool and fine to ignore book three.

not for the reasons you think though.

yes, there were ooc parts for everyone, and overall the quality and story was not consistent w the rest of the books. BUT. when people DO want to include it? SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET THEM. ETHAN ROMANCERS SHUT UP. just bc he was not your perfect specialist boy that whole book does not mean others CANT include the literal sexual harassment in their hc. any time people want to include the shit that HAPPENED IN CANON there is always some assface whos like "well book three didnt even happen" SHUT THE FUCK UP IT LITERALLY DID??? IF I WANT ETHAN TO GET FIRED FOR SEXUAL HARASSMENT BC OF A CANON EVENT THEN YEAH. I SHOULD BE ABLE TO. BC IT FUCKING HAPPENED IN CANON.

[loki-princeofasgard]

For all times (part 3)

Mobius x OFC

He follows her to the bedroom, noticing the size of the bed, which gives him an idea. "It's a big bed, maybe we should share it, if you're comfortable with. I mean, we're friends, right?” He says with a teasing tone. 

“Are you sure Mo?” 

"Yes, why not? I don't mind" He chuckles. "Besides, I don't want to hear you complaining all day that your backs hurts too.” He takes off his shoes and blazer and sits on her bed and turns to look at her. 

“Okay...I'm gonna get change” Aurora gets her pijamas and goes to the bathroom change her clothes. 

He nods and smiles. He lays down on the bed, resting his head on her pillow. While she's in the bathroom, he decides to mess with her a bit and takes her TemPad from the nightstand. 

A few minutes after, Aurora gets out of the bathroom with a large t-shirt that reaches her mid-thigh and see Mobius laying down with her TemPad in hands. 

 "What are you doing? Give it back!" Rory tries to get her device back. 

He teases her a little by lifting the TemPad whenever she tries to reach for it, avoiding her grasp as he does so.   

"Please give it back!" She says with a frustrated expression. He smiles at her and lifts the TemPad even higher "Come and get it then." He teases her in a playful manner. 

"That's not fair, you're taller than me" she tries again to reach, making her shirt ride up and expose more of her leg. “Come on Mobius, give it back.” 

He sees her attempt, but keeps teasing her as he lifts the TemPad higher "Nope, you have to earn it." He tells her with a grin. "I don't hear any begging." He teases her with a chuckle. "Come on, you can do it." 

“Nope” Rory tries to climb him, her legs wrapping around his waist so she could reach her device. 

He lets out an amused chuckle at her attempt to take back her TemPad. He lifts her in his arms and sits back in the bed as she wraps her legs around him, but keeps the device at arm's length. "Careful now or I might get the wrong idea here" He says playfully and teases her, lifting the TemPad a little further just to annoy her. 

Aurora blush a little with his comment, but snap back her TemPad from his hands and sits beside him “What did you wanted to see here?” 

He reaches for her wrist and gently takes the TemPad from her, still looking at her with a playful smile on his face "Nothing, I just wanted to tease you a bit."  He lays down the TemPad closer to her on the bed. "Now we can go to sleep. I'm getting tired." He says with a smile, looking at her face. 

“You know, you lie better than that.” she chuckles. “But yeah, it's late.” Aurora lays on her side of the bed, turning her back to him “Goodnight Mo”. 

"I swear I'm not lying, now let's get some sleep." He says with a calm but amused tone. He turns off the lights, leans against his pillow and closes his eyes as he lays on his side. He's quiet for a while before speaking again. In the darkness of the bedroom, his voice comes out almost like a whisper  

"Aurora?..." He hesitates but speaks her name again, with a little more strength. "Are you awake?" 

“No” she whispers back, with her eyes still close. 

He smiles softly "I knew it. You can't sleep either, huh?.." He chuckles and turns to look at her. 

Her back was still facing him. Aurora couldn’t sleep, she was still thinking how she practically had sit on him and the comment he made about him getting the wrong idea. Her mind couldn't stop racing thinking about it. 

"No, still thinking about Kylo Ren.” she teases him, lying about it. 

Mobius smiles as he hears her response. He can tell that she's just teasing him, and he plays along with it  "Oh come on, don't be so obsessed with him" He pretends to sound annoyed at her but can't help but smile. He turns toward her and looks at the back of her head, with a smile still on his face. "What's keeping you up?" He asks her. He puts his arms around her and pulls himself closer to her. 

Aurora feels his arm around her and the heat from his body and blushes in the dark “Well you know how I can't resist Kylo Ren. Tall, dark, bad.” her tone playful and soft because of the sleep. 

Mobius can hear her breathing getting lighter as she slowly falls asleep. He stares at the ceiling, deep in thought until he realizes that he's getting sleepy too. He closes his eyes and relaxes, breathing deeply as he starts to drift away to sleep. 

[salt-is-a-terrible-currency]

Please (with your finger)

Written for day 2 of the Narcos fandom smut alphabet over on @narcosfandomdiscord

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Words: 1 163

Pairing: Javier x OFC Aurora

Prompt: bound and begging

Warnings: smut, bondage, sub!Javier, implied trauma

Tag list: it's been forever since I wrote for this fandom, so I don't know who to tag anymore

Kultsi = gold (a Finnish term of endearment)

He’d been quiet all day. Aurora first noticed it when they got ready in the morning. He gave her the usual forehead kiss as he rolled out of bed, said ‘morning’ in that low voice still raspy from sleep. But there was no question about how she slept, nor any verbal answer to her question about whether or not he’d seen her purple plaid shirt. He’s not a talkative one, she knows that, but this is the most extreme it's been since Colombia.

“Javi,” she said as they got a moment to themselves while Chucho went to show the vet one of the heifers, “kultsi, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” he attempted to dismiss her concerns. Even turned his back to her, as if he hasn’t learned by now that she’ll circle around him to keep him from hiding his emotions.

“Nightmares are back?” The shock on his face was brief, but it was there. She was right. Then his features smoothed over, settled into well-practiced neutrality that Aurora is just as experienced at seeing through. Javier sighed, knowing the look in her eyes that told him she wasn’t letting this go.

“I’ll deal with it,” he said, again attempting to turn away when her hand landed at his forearm.

“Let me help you,” she urged. “For once in your life.”

“How?” He set both hands on his hips. “What, are you going to hop into my dreams and save everyone dying in there?” She paid no mind to the sharp words, well aware that the upset was directed more at himself than at her.

“I could try and help you relax.” She rubbed gently at his forearm. “Put you at ease so sleep comes easier and maybe with less terrors.” His face pinched together as he studied her in the afternoon sun out on the patio.

“How?” Javier asked again. That led to a long and hushed conversation, which then led to…this. 

⁂

She goes over the restraints again. Normally, they’ve been used on her when she’s in the mood to have Javi take care of her in such a way that it overrides her anxiety. She watches him now, his brow furrowed but from confusion rather than distress she thinks.

“Javier.” He turns to her as she speaks. “We can stop whenever you want.” He shifts beneath her, the seam of his jeans rubbing against the inside of her thigh and setting off a flash of heat.

“Not used to this,” he murmurs.

“I know.” She brushes curls away from his forehead. “So you have to promise to tell me if something doesn’t feel good.” Javier peers up at her, big brown eyes studying his fiancée. He nods.

“Promise,” he says. Aurora bends down, meeting him as he raises his head from the pillow, and they meet in a kiss. Just a peck, really, then she sits back up. They’ve already done away with his shirt, making sure that it was off before restraining his arms, and now she reaches for his zipper. Pulling at the tab, she reveals his bulge where it lies beneath black boxer briefs. Half-hard just from the anticipation. She pauses to squeeze him and hears a breath catch in his throat.

“You’re so fucking handsome, Javi,” she croons. “Can’t believe you trust me enough to do this.” She catches a smile playing over his features before it disappears again.

“You trust me enough.” She does. Trusts him enough to let him tie her to the headboard and settle between her legs even though others have put cuffs on her for cruelty’s sake. Aurora passes her hands along his thighs, feels the plump meat of them. He’s gotten better at eating ever since she moved in, not because she cooks for him but because there’s a routine now. It’s no longer work and/or drink until one of the two has him passing out in his childhood bedroom. His underwear lands on the floor, joining the rest of the clothes. Aurora bends down over him, presses her lips to his heated salty skin in a trail of open mouthed kisses along his collarbones, his neck, his cheeks. He’s trembling beneath her, breaths coming quick and shallow. When she pulls away, he goes to grab her. Or rather he tries to because the restraints keep his arms solidly low and to the sides. In plain view of him, Aurora spits into her upturned palm before reaching between his legs. As soon as she makes contact, his cock twitches in her hand and Javier begins to curse in a way that’s usually reserved for when the truck breaks down. She swipes the tips of her index and middle finger across his head where a bead of precum is glistening. He gaps as though he’s been punched in the gut, his stomach muscles contracting so violently that she has to clamp her thighs on either side of him.

“There,” he pants.

“What was that, kultsi?” she asks, smugly.

“There,” he repeats in a whine, “like that. Feels so fucking good.”

“Uh-huh?” She raises her eyebrows at him. “And what do we say when we want someone to do something for us?” Javier’s lips purse together, a scathing glare sent her way, but then she passes her thumb over his weeping head again and his throat bobs.

“Please,” he says between gritted teeth. “Please, querida, do that again. With your finger on my- Fuck!” The rest of his sentence becomes a drawn out groan as she presses the pad of her thumb to his tip and rubs circles into it. His whole body tenses, hips rising from the bed and feet scrambling to find purchase in the bed linen as he tries to push himself further into her touch. She holds him there, making herself as heavy as she can on top of him as her thumb keeps at the motion until she hears the change in his breathing, his telltale sign that he’s close, and she stops as abruptly as she started.

“Aurora…” he whines while she shifts on top of him. She pauses - raised on her knees and cock in her hand - to see if he’ll say stop but when he remains silent she angles him to her opening and sinks down. Javier sobs as she takes him into herself, his arms making a jerking motion as if to try and grab her again.

“Please…” He’s sweating, the curls she previously pushed away now sticking to his forehead and his eyes as wide as saucers. Aurora begins a cantering motion, rocking back and forth with a pleasant heaviness building in the pit of her stomach. It happens quicker than she thought it would. Something within her snaps, the climax surprising her with its intensity as it courses through her, and she squeezes Javi tightly between her thighs. He gasps again, closes his eyes and bites his lip. His hips stutter into motion, getting one, two thrusts in before he cums.