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[omegaradiowusb]

DECEMBER 2, 2023 (#363)

Velvet Underground, The: "Candy Says" John Cale: "Barracuda" Young Gods, The: "Skinflowers" Love & Rockets: "Waiting For The Flood" Cows: "Mr. Cancelled" Blonde Redhead: "I Don't Want U" XTC: "Dear God" Beta Band: "Dry The Rain" Black Rebel Motorcycle Club: "Love Burns" Notwist, The: "Neon Golden" TV On The Radio: "Staring At The Sun" Graham Coxon: "Life It Sucks"

A big hello to all of our followers and listeners locally and worldwide as Omega Radio begins it's 12th broadcasting year. We are WUSB's most diverse show on its grid; always showcasing an almost endless amount of new, current, and favorite sounds and artists everywhere.

For our abbreviated first show of Year 12, we play 12 songs of top-shelf sounds and standards from legacy and favorite acts. It's an updated, newer way of featuring marquee artists as we've done in the past, and as a show of thanks to our supporters of Omega and WUSB.

We thank @tewz for providing us with ideas and sounds for tonight's show. We're getting ready for our annual Winners of '23 broadcast(s) and much more. We hope you'll join us, and thank you for listening.

December 16, 2023 (10PM EST): Winners of '23 Pt. 1.

December 30, 2023 (10PM EST): Winners of '23 Pt. 2.

January 13, 2024 (10PM EST): deluxe Omega.

January 27, 2024 (10PM EST): deluxe Omega.

February 10, 2024 (10PM EST): deluxe Omega.

February 24, 2024 (10PM EST): final Winter '24 Omega.

[dustedmagazine]

Conchúr White — Swirling Violets (Bella Union)

Conchúr White sings with a breathless, tremulous urgency.  His voice flutters somewhere between a falsetto and a whisper but there is nothing delicate about it.  It vibrates with barely containable feeling, straining at the curves of his sweet folky melodies.  He is screaming, but very quietly, so that you can barely hear it. 

White is from Northern Ireland, quite young still but a veteran of the folk-rock-y Silences, which made two well-received EPs in the 2010s and then called it quits.  If you’re familiar with Silences, you’ll find much that’s familiar here—that unusual voice, a penchant for soft, bewitching melodies, the use of surging, banging percussion to kick things into gear.  But Swirling Violets is finer and more idiosyncratic than that earlier material, with sweeter lulls and sharper climaxes.  It’s a record that seems, on first listen, a bit too ingratiating but picks up friction and contradiction as you hear it repeatedly. 

White sets up wispy little melodies, then blows them out into dramatic, beat-driven climaxes.  He sounds like Elliott Smith at the onset of “Red House Parlour,” for instance, pure and unadorned but still full of feeling.  That’s not a terrible thing in itself, though I don’t think he’ll ever match Smith’s lyrical twistiness.  However, the payoff comes in the chorus when this little tune goes wild, with florid rolls of piano and high kicking, rave-ecstatic percussion.  The absolute king of this sort of thing—that is, folk songs jacked up on electronic beats—was the Beta Band.  This is no “Dry the Rain” but it has that same exhilarating swell. 

Not all the songs take off like this, and one of the best, the late album “Deadwood,” mostly avoids a climax.  Instead it shimmers and quivers on plucked guitars and hushed harmonies.  White’s voice smolders quietly and with startling clarity, like the red tip of a cigarette sighted across the yard in twilight.  Beautiful. 

Jennifer Kelly

[vinyl-connection]

BETA ALPHA

The transition from novel to film involves many changes. Some enhance, others distract; often the response depends on what you did first… watched the film or read the book. The novel High Fidelity, by Nick Hornby, was first published in 1995. The movie, starring John Cusack and directed by Stephen Frears, was released in 2000. In between, Edinburgh combo The Beta Band put out three EPs (12”…

[nerd-artist]

Horizon Rock Bands AU: Alpha Prime

This is heavily inspired by the animated series Jem and The Holograms (I’m sorry if you know the reference because it means you’re as old as me 😆). There will be posts about other bands. Ereloy implied 🧡.

The band

Alpha Prime is a synth-punk rock band that performs songs about the struggles of social life and humanity's downfall. Aloy and her twin sister Beta started the band to take down Nemesis, the evil group that was winning every contest through dishonest ways before Alpha Prime showed up. Petra, Alva, Zo, and Talanah also had their own personal discordances with Nemesis, so they teamed up with the sisters to bring them down and make the world a little brighter with their music.

Unstoppable on stage, they've been number one since their first appearance at The Proving, the most prestigious battle of the bands in the music scene. There, they met the band Rock Breakers, who are not only their competitors but also great friends and allies against Nemesis.

With their manager Ersa, they’re getting ready for the competition by touring across the country. Their shows are called epic, thanks to their magical computer GAIA, which adds awesome visual effects and illusions to their performances.

Character profiles under the cut

Aloy

She's the leader of the band and their main songwriter. She plays her guitar ‘Outcast’, and her soft voice mixed with her feral screams make her the perfect backup vocalist. When she and her sister Beta were little, their mother disappeared, which shattered Aloy's trust in others. This caused her to become closed off, and now she struggles with social interactions. She seeks revenge on Tilda, the leader of Nemesis, because she suspects her of being involved in her mother's mysterious disappearance. When the weight of her mother's legacy and her own frustrations become too much to bear, she turns to her best friend Erend, the leader of Rock Breakers. Being by his side makes her feel more at home than anywhere else, sparking emotions she doesn't quite understand—emotions that end up fueling her songwriting.

Zo

Fans describe the soothing tone of her voice as healing, so it’s no surprise that she uses her ‘Fa’ mic to take on the role of the band’s lead vocalist. Always looking out for the other girls, it’s common to see her setting up meditation sessions before shows. As an environmentalist, she’s determined to take down Nemesis to stop the pollution caused by the companies owned by their members. She’s also (very) openly in a relationship with Varl, a member of Rock Breakers.

Beta

Even more isolated than her sister after their mother disappeared, she found solace in sci-fi movies and video games, completely avoiding social life. She’s a tech nerd who spends most of her time planning new shows with the computer GAIA. For her, forming Alpha Prime has meant gaining a new, bigger family that’s slowly helping her come out of her shell. Though she keeps a low profile, the deep beats of her bass, ‘Matrix,’ make the crowd feel the tremble and are essential to completing the band’s sound.

Talanah

Her cultural background made her believe all her life that guitars weren't meant for women—until she picked up "Khalis," the guitar passed down from her father, who was said to be the greatest guitarist under the sun. It felt like she had finally found herself. She made it her mission to become the best guitarist out there, regardless of gender—and she did. Now, she shreds alongside Aloy to take down Jiran, a member of Nemesis and the one responsible for her father's death.

Alva

CEO, a member of Nemesis, controls the town of Alva from a distance. Both he and his predecessors have erased music from existence there, repressing the creative minds of its inhabitants and keeping them submissive. Alva is determined to recover musical knowledge and bring it back to her people, across the world, along with her beloved Federa. With her keyboard 'Ancestor' in hand and performing alongside Aloy, she feels capable of freeing her people from the torment of living without music.

Petra

It's no coincidence that the crowd's cheers grow louder whenever Petra shows up. The power of the rhythms from her drums, 'Forge’s Breath,' combined with her strong personality and physique, make her a favorite, especially among women. She's an amazing musical engineer and has crafted all the band's instruments in their players needs. She's not here seeking justice or revenge; she's here to hit hard and push the rhythm of their songs to the max.

Thank you for reading! What do you think they would sound like?

If you want to know more about Rock Breakers check this post ✨🤘

[imsatu]

my fav hc about the ghouls is that they were alive and then died, to then get summoned as ghouls, so here's what i imagine they were like as humans

im just going to quickly go over some of them, but i can do the others, and i'll probably go deeper in each story later too.

CW for death mentions, also the way i imagine them is not tied to the unmasked musicians in any way. these are not definitive or anything, just based on vibes

first, i think all ghouls did something related to music when they were alive, especially something related to their instruments, and that's why they got chosen also, they forget who they were when they were alive, but they can remember, like recovering from amnesia and getting your memories back

I'll start with phantom and aurora

phantom: he is the youngest ghoul in every sense, he is the last that was summoned, the youngest at his human death, and the one that spent the least time in the pit

he was a twenty something year old guy that lived in the 80's and was born somewhere in the middle of the usa in a conservative and strictly christian home. he lived his teen years feeling like an outcast, but, after learning about the rising of rock and metal music and the alternative communities in the big cities, he ran away from home to live his dream, which was of course to become a rockstar. he didn't last too long, as he died shortly after meeting a group of sketchy people and disappearing, his cause of death is still unknown

one day, searching youtube for something to fall asleep to, he stumbled on a video of his own cold case that is still open to this day

aurora: she lived during the last quarter of the 1700s in france, (the french revolution). she was born a duchess in the middle of luxury and refined fashion and arts, her favorite of course being the big, fluffy dresses and the music.

she was an extremely gifted singer and loved to perform, but due to her social status, she never got to properly enjoy as she would've wanted. she admired the entertainers at the balls, who were able to express their arts and talent, and when she started planning her escape to go and live free, her family fell prisoner during the revolution, and the rest is history

her room is decorated in a very ornate way, with hundreds of bows and ruffles, golden pillars and a small chandelier she diy'ed, and mountain gifts her fresh flowers often so she can keep them in there, even though she has no idea about her previous life, and is not interested in it

[justdavina]

Camila Montoya : Such a Cute Transgender Girl! I love her nightclub outfit!

[taradactylus]

Hey.. hey Trolls fandom of tumblr. Want some angsty shit about the new movie? Don't worry, I got you-

‼️WARNING: SPOILERS FOR TROLLS BAND TOGETHER‼️

So... Just read the notes of the story and you'll understand everything. I had fun writing it even though Im tired af-

[forlorn-crows]

Yours In The End

Rating: M for Mature (and A for Angst)

Pairing(s): Mountain/Aether/Dewdrop

Tags: implied/referenced major character death, implied/referenced banishment, angst, emotional hurt, (attempted) comfort, era iii ghouls.

Words: 1,404

Summary: What would normally be an easy silence hangs oppressive around them, full of things unsaid. Things that could break more than just the quiet if they were said.

Wordlessly, the earth ghoul circles around the couch and slides in beside him. Lanky limbs folding inwards until he cuddles up against him—a wet, newborn pup anchoring itself to his littermate in a blind search for warmth and familiarity. Wee and fresh, all of them just trying to get their bearings.

So, so much has changed.

⛧

Notes: This is the product of multiple days of feeling shitty. Started as a prompt for Mushy May and ran in the fucking opposite direction. Referenced murders of the three Emeritus brothers. Implied/Referenced death/banishment of Zephyr and Ifrit. Essentially, Mountain, Dew, and Aether are alone together, running from ghosts. Not a happy vignette.

Read on AO3 or under the cut:

The fire crackles steadily, quick pops and crumbles of charcoaled wood falling into the hearth. It’s the only light left in the room, the sun having long dipped down past the sills of the leaded glass windows. It coats the small seating area in a dying amber light, the stacks of books behind cast in ominous shadow. It’s late.

And yet. 

Dewdrop sighs, his eyes unable to look away from the dancing flames. Despite being just feet from the fire, wrapped up in a worn quilt, his nose feels like ice, and his cheeks are chilled from the still-wet tracks of tears. They’ve stopped for now, leaving the water ghoul to sniffle and stare. Numb. Unwilling to rise from a stupor he suspects will make its home in his chest for years to come. 

The floor creaks somewhere behind him. Footsteps softly approaching until they join him in his little cocoon of bittersweet comfort. Dew feels their hands in his hair, scooping it out from where it’s trapped beneath layers of cotton and batting. Silver threads gone barren at the ends. Rubbed one too many times between his trembling, nervous fingers. Gentle hands pull it all back, smoothing it around his horns. Silently combing through the tangles and draping the bulk of it over one shoulder. 

“Coming back to bed?” a rumbly, tired voice asks. 

Dew doesn’t say anything as he closes his eyes, flickers of the embers still sparkling behind his eyelids. Mountain shifts behind him, sighing heavily. Hands rubbing idly over his blanketed shoulders. Apart from the fire, the library is eerily quiet when the moment stretches out between them. What would normally be an easy silence hangs oppressive around them, full of things unsaid. Things that could break more than just the quiet if they were said. 

Wordlessly, the earth ghoul circles around the couch and slides in beside him. Lanky limbs folding inwards until he cuddles up against him—a wet, newborn pup anchoring itself to his littermate in a blind search for warmth and familiarity. Wee and fresh, all of them just trying to get their bearings. 

So, so much has changed. 

Mountain swipes a fresh tear from his cheek. Dew barely feels it, but he leans into it anyway, chest heaving with a silent sob. The arms around him grow tighter, and soon he’s surrounded in the earth ghoul’s woody scent. Lips press against his hairline as he wills it all just to stop. 

“You’re cold, waterlily,” he whispers. It’s an obvious, easy thing to state when you have so much else to say. “Will you come back to bed?” 

Dew turns his head to look at him. Through muddled vision he can see the lines of worry beginning to etch themselves into his handsome face. The skin under his eyes is sunken, colored with an almost bruised hue. His normally plump, boyish cheeks are sunken too, the firelight casting them in gaunt shadow. The water ghoul’s sure he doesn’t look much better, with his thinning hair and blotchy face and dead water eyes. 

Dew swallows hard. “I want to go home,” he says in a broken voice. A few more tears fall, soaking into the fraying stitching of the quilt. He doesn’t care if the wish is unrealistic, unreasonable. Pathetic. It’s how he feels. Whatever semblance of home he felt before this has collapsed into rubble and blown away as dust in the wind.   

Mountain shakes his head. Melancholy in a tiny movement. “Come back to bed,” he says, no longer a question. 

“Please don’t be scared of me,” Dew begs. He doesn’t know why he says it. Why he thinks Mountain looks at him with fear as much as love. 

His ears droop. Emerald eyes growing big and round. He reaches out to cradle Dew’s cheek, and the water ghoul fights everything not to flinch away. 

“Dewdrop,” he says softly. Pleading as much as he can in the utterance of only his name. 

The water ghoul nods and looks up towards the cavernous ceilings, praying for the crying to stop. “I know,” he breathes, lip quivering. “I know.” The sadness welling up in Mountain’s own eyes is what pushes him over again, and he lets himself be pulled into his chest with heavy limbs and a heavy heart. Shuddering through waves of grief and anger and directionless emotions that continue to renew instead of release. Mountain whispers promises of not your fault and not going anywhere into his hair, holding him tight. 

It’s a long while before he pulls back for air again. The fire’s turned to ash, smoldering valiantly through its last few flames. Dew can barely register Mountain’s face now, but there’s just enough light to illuminate his temple, the high point of his cheek. Highlighting the way his face has softened and the exhaustion has set in once more. 

“I love you.” It’s all he can think to say. Breathed like a prayer meant only for the Dark One himself. Maybe if he says it enough the three of them will be left alone. While they may have been wronged by mortals Above, he knows his other packmates will be protected eternally Below. 

But Satanas, does it hurt to be spared this time. 

“I love you, too,” Mountain replies easily. Like he’s said it a thousand times before. The earth ghoul casts a glance towards the hearth, looking at it with such concentration that Dew wouldn’t be surprised if he had slipped somewhere else in his mind, far away from reality. But he snaps out of it quickly, turning back to Dew. Hands tugging at the folds of the quilt still wrapped tightly around him. 

“Aether.” He’s waiting now for both of them to come back to bed, Dew knows, most likely pacing or contemplating throwing another glass at the wall. There’s shards still stuck in the piles of the rug from the last time. As much as he could stay here until the last of the fire snuffs out, he shouldn’t. “Come on,” Mountain insists one last time. “Up.”

Dew lets himself be pulled off the couch and into Mountain’s side. Sheltered under his proverbial wing. He pulls him away from the false solace of the fireplace, the embers disappearing behind them as they move throughout the maze of the library. Back through the cavernous, echoing hallways until they reach the ghoul wing. There’s lamplight spilling into the hallway from Mountain’s room—their room, at this point; the only room with a bed big enough for three. None of them can really bear to leave it, nowadays. 

It’s the only place left without ghosts. 

Aether sighs with relief when the two shuffle back into the bedroom. He frowns sadly when he sees tear-stained cheeks and droopy ears; wordlessly, he ushers them back into bed, locking the door behind them and clicking off the lamp. The moonlight shines into the room, casting them all in moody blue. Even if it’s somber, there’s something about the coolness that lifts a weight off Dew’s shoulders every time he’s bathed in it. Exhaustion worms its way out of his joints and floods his system as soon as he’s settled between the two bigger ghouls, eyelids already too heavy to stop from closing. Balsam and ozone curling around him like a gentle breeze caressing the cattails surrounding the lake. 

“Sleep,” Aether says softly, pressing his forehead to Dew’s. Mountain tucks his nose into the nape of his neck, inhaling his scent as he’s done every night since then. A lungful of his crisp apple shampoo (though there’s not much of that today) before he succumbs to sleep. The water ghoul feels his rumbling purr against his back as he burrows further into the quilt. Aether’s soon to follow; whether Dew will reciprocate their calming sounds with his own little purr is a tossup. Especially now. 

Despite the hours of tears, he can feel the sound creep up in his throat. Much like the crackle of a toy with an overused voice box, it’s muffled, fading in and out unpredictably. But the other two hold him tighter at the first stir of it in his chest. 

He’s tired. So, so tired. 

Love you, Aether mouths against his hairline. Just above a whisper, like he’s afraid for someone else to hear. On the edge between awake and asleep, Dew makes a noise he hopes conveys his love in return. 

[theronanlynchshow]

my overdue intro post

hiii!!!

I guess it's finally time to do an intro post lol. I’m in high school, bisexual (but not single) she/her pronouns but idc. I’m a slytherin, aries, and intj. You can call me ronan or rose on here.

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[skele-bunny]

I've escaped containment again

Murder ghoul rainy pretty please? /Silly

By The Water. (CW) Rain/Swiss

CW - Death, Light Gore, Gore in Genitals, Vagina Dentata (Teeth Vagina)

Tags: Murder Ghouls, Sexual Content, Seduction for Death, Mute!Rain, Trans!Rain, Tentacle Dick, Rain has weird anatomy

Characters: Rain, Random Named Sibling of Sin, Swiss

(Divider by @ wrathofrats !)

When you have nothing better to do, the first thing the body tends to do is wander. Sibling Ali wasn't spared from that boredom. Looking down as they kicked a rock along the gravel path leading to the gardens, anger still festered from their previous punishment from earlier. Ignoring a summons led to detention, the sixth time this week for them. Ali's feet led them to their own accord, hands stuffed into their pockets and trying to ease themselves.

The path led three ways once exiting the garden. The graveyard, the forest, or the lake; Ali going to the lake as the kicking of rocks had suddenly become more interesting when water was involved. Leaning down, Ali had begun to skip rocks near the shoreline, no thoughts playing in their mind as they opted for their distraction. About the sixth rock in, Ali's attention had diverted as something on the other side surfaced, but only for a brief moment before dipping down again.

Curiosity had gotten the best of them, slowly walking around. It wasn't uncommon for water ghouls to be found lurking underneath, if anything, it was recommended to leave the moment one was spotted. Advised to never enter alone unless other ghouls or siblings were present as they were listed as silent killers. As Ali finally got to the other dock, that same flashed resurfaced fully to the wood above, a hand combing through dark hair. Ali was breathless as they admired fins down the ghouls back that practically reflected the light into their eyes. Their foot scraped the gravel again, making the ghoul to turn around instantly before covering their unmasked face.

"A-Ah! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... Ya know... Walk over to you while you were— Uhm..." Ali trailed off, starting to slowly walk backwards only to stop as the ghoul slowly turned around again.

Hands still covered their face but an eye, full of confusion. This sibling wasn't... Scared? Ali got the question quickly, now rubbing their wrist with nervousness.

"No, I don't mind... If anything, I think it's stupid they make you all be masked twenty-four-seven." They shrugged. "Besides you're swimming so it wouldn't make sense to wear one."

They watched with a soft blush as the ghoul slowly lowered their hands, giving a small smile before turning fully. Their blush had quickly deepened and spread, staring at the ghoul presented before them. Their face was rounded yet still sharp, black and wavy hair reaching their shoulders, white scales littered underneath soft blue eyes that seemed to speak despite their lips never parting. Curious, just as much as Ali was.

The ghoul turned their shoulders, Ali clutching their pants leg tightly as the water ghoul's perked breasts came into view. They had sat in a way to purposely extenuate their chest, tail still in the water that swayed back and forth. Angelic was the only thing Ali could think to describe it.

A tap to the dock got Ali to look, seeing the ghoul patting the spot next to them. An invitation.

Once more, Ali's feet moved on their own accord, slowly taking off their shoes and socks once they got near—sitting on the edge and letting their feet graze the water below. The ghoul purred, smile still soft as they looked over the human with just as much admiration Ali had. They let out a small roll of their tongue, commonly known as a 'trill' Ali had been taught it was called.

"Sorry, I just..." They swallowed hard. "You're really pretty... I'm normally more put-together than this. I've never seen one of you beneath the masks before."

Shoulders bouncing, the ghoul began to silently laugh, and in return their chest bounced which caused Ali's eyes to flicker down before returning back up. The ghoul leaned over some, hand lifting to slowly caress down Ali's face, claw delicate as it tapped at a mole.

With their hand fully cupping Ali's cheek, they held eye contact with shaking breaths. They stared at one another before a gentle pull began, Ali leaning over until their breaths mixed and a gap was closed. Now, Ali knew ghouls were sexual creatures and it was perfectly fine to consummate with them, but it was still their first time even being alone with one. They pulled back, covering their lips and giggling nervously.

Once again there was that smile, Ali hesitantly giving one back before feeling a different type of pull—internal—to lean forwards again but not kiss. Just barely grazing. The ghoul was pressed against their arm, eyes going down to their chest again.

Ali admired what sat next to them, breasts moving in time with breathing, a belly button piercing just before skin turned to scales. There was even a small slit that opened some, a single drop of slick making it's way out and over the ghoul's side. Ali watched as their hand was grabbed and placed delicately on the slit, the ghoul making a rubbing motion before letting go—the sibling still making the motion and looking with awe as the slit opened more and their fingers sank inside.

Their other hand was grabbed and moved to the closest perked breast, groping as if it was second nature. The ghoul leaned into view again and their lips became intertwined, Ali working both their hands in almost a sync with their mouth. They could feel the ghoul's hands touch their waist, body shivering and slick protruding more from their slit.

Was this how water ghouls mated? A slit in their tails? Ali curled their fingers up and watched the ghoul tremble more, hands gripping tighter as their hips twitched upwards.

Tongue pushing in, Ali opened their mouth for the water they still didn't have the name of, feeling them laying down and Ali following—legs going over the ghoul's waist as a hand went down their pants as well. Wet fingers went over equally wet folds, Ali trembling beneath their touch and starting to rock their own hips downwards. The hand on their waist tightening as their tail hit against the water, showing their ever increasing excitement.

Circling Ali's twitching nub, the ghoul let out another trill as their tongue retracted, breathing heavier before lifting their head to kiss again. Ali quickened their fingers in the ghoul's slit, watching and feeling them become more slick and twitch further up. This was serenity and everything Ali could ever think of as the ghoul moved from their mouth to kiss down their neck. For a moment, Ali had wanted to laugh at the advisories.

Wanted to.

As the ghoul got to their jugular and trilled louder as they orgasmed, teeth had sank in immediately, and before Ali could even make a noise their bodies had rolled into the water right next to them. From above, clothes could be seen drifting to the surface along with red liquid staining against soft blue of the water.

It was only two hours since Rain had left out, Swiss waving over the couch as they heard the den door close and wet footsteps follow. The multi hummed, turning from his video game as Rain leaned over the side for a kiss. Instantly, Swiss' eyes contracted to slits, pulling back after a second to whistle.

"Well hello to you, too. Giving poor, little, helpless me some leftovers like a baby bird?" He teased, quickly glancing to pause his game before watching Rain come around the couch to sit on his lap.

His white button up was soaked, showing his chest and even a bruise forming on his stomach. He brought his hands up, "Maybe. Beelzebub knows you can't fish to save your life."

"Ohh, you're so mean to me!" Swiss laughed, leaning forwards for another kiss.

Rain purred, bringing his claws up to gently comb through Swiss' afro, sighing as his mouth went to his neck to lick in his gills. He held Swiss there as his body welcomed the true pleasure rather than the fake he had been giving all day.

"Bet they didn't touch you right, did they baby?" The multi mumbled between his sucks, hands reaching under to grope Rain's ass.

A groan came from the water, letting Swiss pull back so they could sign again—frustration showing.

"Out of all three of them, not one got my clit out. That's how terrible they are."

Swiss flopped the wet ghoul onto the couch, not caring as Mountain would whine at the soaked cushions since Rain hadn't dried off. "My poor princess... Gotta fix that, yeah?"

Rain nodded eagerly, letting Swiss unbutton his shorts and pull down, whistling again and starting to laugh. Besides being commando, Rain's teeth had made itself known while still closed tightly but a finger poked out, making him hum as he touched over the exposed bone. Swiss gently scratched at Rain's taint and watched the teeth slowly open, grabbing the finger out—admiring the pink nail polish he'd recommend to Sunshine later—and putting it in his own mouth. Rain rolled his eyes but face still flushed in embarrassment as he hadn't even noticed the part still inside him.

Once the teeth had completely covered back in, Swiss spread Rain's fold with his thumb, dragging up and rubbing at another tiny hole.

"See," Swiss adjusted the finger in his mouth before biting down to break the bone, talking with his mouth full. "They can't even get your clit out... But I can get our lovely lady out."

As if simply being mentioned was a summon, Rain's tentacle lifted out of the hole, wrapping around Swiss' hand and sucking on his palm. The multi looked up to see Rain's head tilted back, trying to catch his breath as the relief he desperately needed filled had finally started. Swiss stroked his tentacle, leaning down to suck at a nipple poking out from the shirt, feeling Rain's legs go around his hips and pull him close.

Popping up once more before he delved back down, Swiss groaned. "Don't you worry. I've got you, princess. Gonna put em' all to shame for you."

A loud trill came from the couch as Swiss squeezed his hand and closed his teeth around Rain's nipple.

[hills4u]

dont hid your inner self, lovely

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[artificialmoth]

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@skele-bunny

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Like Coming Home Gen // No archive warnings Alpha/Delta/Omega // Light emotional hurt/comfort, mostly comfort A new Water ghoul is being summoned, and the best comes from it.

Alpha sighed, and adjusted his mask impatiently. “Omega, we can’t be late.” He called with a frown. Omega clattered around in their en suite bathroom, getting ready on his own. “What ghoul is it this time?” He asked as he sat on the edge of their bed, checking his nails.

Omega didn’t reply for a moment - probably making sure his hair looked good despite the mask and hood they were obligated to wear to the Ritual. “Water, I think.” His tone was distant, almost airy. Alpha winced, leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees and sighed. Pushing his own mask up, he rubbed his face lightly and closed his eyes.

It was hard every time. The ghoul they’d been forced to leave behind in the Pits, the third piece to their silent trio, was never the one that was brought up by the summoning of another Water ghoul. Alpha wasn’t sure how long he could hold out hope for him to be the one plucked - there were hundreds of Water ghouls, the chances of him being chosen were slim to begin with.

But, hope was all he and Omega had.

In the Pits, they’d been an unstoppable little trio. While Alpha would never want to give his current pack up, he longed for the pretty Water ghoul they’d left behind. Being chosen for a summoning was random - it was pure luck that he and Omega got summoned together. Omega insisted it must’ve been because of their bond. Alpha refused to agree. If their bond was why, then Delta should’ve been with them.

Delta, their third - their Water ghoul. It’d been unwilling - Alpha held onto the hope, with each new Water summoned, to find Delta in the circle. That Delta hadn’t been killed in their absence, that if they ever went back, they’d reunite finally. That they’d go back to that idyllic spot by a vast lake, and find Delta in the water like always.

So far, it hadn’t happened.

Alpha knew the toll it was taking on Omega. He was the one to help with every summoning, it was harder and harder for him to greet a new Water ghoul, but never Delta.

Truthfully, it was just as hard on Alpha.

Sighing, he stood up, fixing his mask and walking to the bathroom. Pushing the door open fully, he stepped up behind Omega, and rested his hands on his hips. “C’mon. We gotta go.” He murmured quietly. Omega sighed, fixed his mask and nodded.

“Alright.” He murmured, voice sounding so small. Alpha squeezed him lightly, before stepping away and taking his hand. He guided Omega out, where they rejoined the rest of their pack and went down to the sprawling catacombs beneath the Abbey.

The trek there was well-learned, Alpha and Omega had attended every summoning since their own, since the revival of the band with Primo. They knew the path to the ritual room like the back of their hand. Stepping in, they found it already full. Terzo was waiting for them alongside some Cardinal Alpha had only seen once before, and a few clergy members.

Sister Imperator wasn’t present, thankfully. Alpha was sick of her hanging around, especially after she fired Papa Secondo.

Alpha led Omega to their spots, allowing the rest of their pack to file in behind them and line up against the wall closest to them, in their usual spots, with Alpha and Omega silently bracketing Terzo on either side. He was standing in front of the pulpit, one hand resting on the thick book laid open on it. Alpha didn’t know exactly what it contained - Omega did, apparently - but all Alpha knew was it contains any ritual they’d need.

On the other side of the pulpit, the Cardinal and another ghoul were finishing up setting everything up - the elaborate summoning circle, the candles, the offerings of fresh blood and exotic fish Alpha had seen being brought in yesterday.

Widening his stance, Alpha crossed his arms behind his back, the opposite to Omega, who kept his feet together and arms crossed over his chest. Tilting his head up, Alpha peered over the pulpit, watching the Cardinal and ghoul finish the final outline. Taking the thick chalk and stepping out of the way, they both hurried to join the silent line-up of Clergy members nearby.

The room was large, specially carved out to ensure the safety of the summoner and any onlookers. Terzo was the closest to the circle, the one most in-danger. It’s why Alpha and Omega stayed behind him, ready to defend him at all costs. While it hadn’t happened yet, neither were willing to take any chances and get him killed.

The room was circular, with a high, vaulted ceiling that made everything echo. Alpha hated it. It made his skin crawl. Omega had told him it was simply because of how close they were to Purgatory, here.

The barrier between Earth and the PIts was thin, here. Worn thin over years of summonings, tearing a very hole through existence into another plane to pull another ghoul out. It wasn’t natural, Omega assured, it was only normal that any ghoul’s hackles would be raised in a place like this.

Despite that, Omega had never seemed particularly bothered. It wasn’t clear why, Alpha just assumed it was a quality of Quintessence ghouls.

Sighing, Alpha glanced at Terzo. He looked calm, as he always did. Borderline calculating. Despite that, Alpha knew how much Terzo wanted to bring them Delta. When they’d quietly told him - and only him, noone, even their own pack, knew otherwise - about their beloved Water ghoul, Terzo had promised to do everything in his power to bring them together again.

In the Pits, they hadn’t been mated. Alpha and Omega had decided together not to mate after being summoned, either. Despite their close bond, neither of them wanted to exclude Delta. If they never found him again, they’d die without being mated. It simply wouldn’t feel right.

So, they resigned themselves to this - to hoping every time a new summoning came around, praying silently to themselves to find Delta in the circle.

Alpha tried to cling to the hope that Delta was alive, that he’d be brought home finally. But, as time went on, he wavered in his hope. Delta hadn’t been the strongest ghoul - despite Water ghouls being hardy, it was difficult for Delta to get around on land in the Pits. He was adept in the water, a hunter through and through. But it meant he could be flushed out easily, swept up in a net or outright driven from the water if a Fire ghoul was involved enough to heat it up too much. He would’ve been a sitting duck, especially on land.

Alpha knew Omega preferred not to think of those potentials. He did, too. It was hard to think that their Delta, their water ghoul, their third, might’ve died alone in the Pits, without them. It was easy, at times, to hate the Clergy. Early on, Alpha hated Primo. Hated the concept of the Emeritus’ actions, their desire to spread the word of Satan himself through music. Had they not wanted it, Alpha and Omega would never have been summoned.

To Alpha, it’s bittersweet. He loved being topside, loved the ghouls he’s come to cherish as a pack, but he longed for Delta above all else.

Rolling his shoulders, he adjusted his stance again. His tail swept to the side, spade bumping against Omega’s tail lightly. Omega didn’t move apart from hooking his tail around Alpha’s, the coarse fur rubbing lightly against Alpha’s skin.

Alpha refocused ahead of them when Terzo cleared his throat and stood straight as he began to speak in a mixture of old Latin and Ghoulish. It was bizarre to hear it from Terzo - bizarre to hear it from any human, frankly.

Water ghoul summonings always put Alpha on edge. Both with the hope to see Delta in the circle, and also as an innate instinct of being fire.

The air grew heavy, swelling with moisture. The longer the ritual went, the more humidity gathered. Droplets formed on the stone walls and floor and dripped from the ceiling. For Alpha, it was hard to breathe. His tail tightened around Omega’s, and he felt the quintessence ghoul send a spark up his tail. Soothing him.

He narrowed his eyes as every inhale started to ache. Lungs laden with moisture, nose burning slightly. The air felt heavy.

The water droplets that’d begun to form, started drawing in. Beading and grouping together, dragging along like rainwater on a window, being pulled to the center of the circle. The chalk remained untouched as the water passed over it, forming a puddle in the center that kept growing unnaturally. The stone floor under the ever increasing puddle of water, appeared to ripple as well. The stones cracking and crumbling away into nothing. Into the Void.

The water swirled around it violently, being held in place by the circle, invisible walls keeping the water from spilling out across the stone floor.It was hypnotic, rougher than Alpha had ever seen a summoning be before. The water was frothing, splashing violently and swirling into a whirlpool as the stone vanished.

Swirling down into the Void, meeting whatever ghoul was being summoned, easing the transition topside.

As the water was pulled back up, Terzo’s voice gained an almost ethereal effect to it as he spoke louder and louder. He gripped the pulpit on either side of the old book, white eye shining in the low lighting. Alpha could only see his profile, the way his brow furrowed and his eye went wide as he spoke with increasing volume and intensity.

Alpha knew the toll these summonings took on the Emeritus brothers - it’d taken trial and error for it to be wholly safe for Primo, specifically. He’d retired remarkably early, on his own accord as opposed to the false willingness that Secondo had. He hadn’t been well, and now in his retirement, he was flourishing. Still a stern old man, but he didn’t look quite as haggard anymore.

Turning his attention back to the circle, the stone floor was becoming visible again, the tendrils of the Void seeping back down between the seams and cracks in the old stones as they reformed seemingly from nothing. A webbed hand was gripping onto the stone, a body hauling out of the gap slowly closing around them. It was always a race to see if the ghoul would make it in time. Omega had to pull Alpha from the gap, lest the reforming stones crushed him. Despite their best efforts to keep the rift open long enough for even the weaker ghouls to make it through faster, it seemed that it was too hard on the Emeritus brothers.

The water was moving too violently for any of them to see the features of the ghoul in the circle, even as the water began to soak down into the stones, slowly disappearing back into the earth. Out of the corner of his eye, Alpha saw the Cardinal from before, holding tight to the ghouls arm at his side. If Alpha remembered correctly, this Cardinal had just been transferred to the Abbey recently, at Sister’s behest. His ghoul - a wiry little Quintessence runt - had been summoned by him. A test of his prowess, Alpha had attended the summoning to monitor it, curious to see what would come of the odd Cardinal.

Terzo stopped chanting after a moment, breathing hard. Alpha knew he was gripping the pulpit tight enough for his knuckles to go white, to hide the shake of his hands. Omega stepped forward, resting a tender hand on Terzo’s back, offering his quintessence to soothe him.

The water was gone, reduced to shallow puddles. The water ghoul in the center soaking and gasping roughly, gills flaring open as they struggled to adapt to breathing air again. Alpha knew how rough it could be for all ghouls, but especially water ghouls. It was disorienting for any of them, harder on a ghoul who’d just been swimming.

But… He stared harder, frowning.

They seemed familiar.

The ghoul wasn’t facing them, having hunched over and was coughing raggedly. The curve of their cheek, their horns, was familiar. The finned tail slapped wetly against the stones, lashing like a beached fish.

Tilting his head, he scented the air as best he could, still heavy with humidity. There wasn’t much to go off of - water ghouls didn’t have much of a scent when wet, but…

He broke formation, nearly knocking the pulpit over in his haste to pass Terzo and Omega.

“Alpha?” Omega called from Terzo’s other side, still tending to the man, surely giving him sparks of quintessence to try and ease the migraine caused by every summoning.

Alpha didn’t hesitate, even as one of the Clergy members called for Terzo to control his ghoul. Smearing the chalk - wet, now, easy to break the line - Alpha stumbled and dropped to his knees just before reaching the water ghoul.

He couldn’t care less about making a fool of himself, crawling forward to see them, cupping the ghouls face to bring them up to sit higher. Both to ease the strain on their lungs, and to see their face.

Meeting the ghouls eyes - no.

Meeting Delta’s eyes, Alpha felt the world itself sweep away beneath his knees.

“Delta!” He gasped raggedly, cupping his face, thumbs smoothing over his cheeks. He watched in real-time as Delta processed his face, took in his features. Watched his pretty blue-green eyes widen, before he suddenly had an armful of wet water ghoul.

Squeezing Delta close and burying his face into his neck, he felt his gills flare as Delta gasped and clung to him. Alpha gasped a sob.

For the first time in years, he could hold his water ghoul close. A scuffle nearby made his ears flick, but he knew it was Omega. Felt the larger ghoul drop beside Delta, leaned into him when Omega embraced them both.

Pulling back, Alpha brushed Delta’s wet hair out of his face, and took in his features.

“You’re alive.” He breathed in awe t. He’d hoped, prayed, that Delta was alive, still.

His chest felt lighter than it had since he was summoned, finally having Delta back. Tears brimmed Delta’s eyes as he tried to push closer to them both, claws digging into Alpha’s uniform.

Alpha squeezed him closer, pulling Omega in tighter and sandwiched Delta between them. Delta shook with silent sobs, burying his face against Omega’s chest, twisting to cling to him, too. Alpha cupped the back of Delta’s neck, sighing shakily. He moved to stand up, grabbing Delta’s arm when he reached out to him, turning with frantic, frightened eyes. Omega rose, too, hands firm on Delta’s waist to help him stand up, as well.

Keeping a hold of Delta’s arm, Alpha turned, half-stepping to reach out toward their pack for the blanket to cover Delta up. It’s a lot colder on the surface than the pits, and significantly colder than the areas Delta preferred swimming.

Already, he could feel Delta begin to shiver, finned tail brushing along the floor as he tucked it close to his body, around a leg.

Pebble - a newer ghoul, one Alpha didn’t know quite as well as the others - passed the blanket over. Unfolding it with a shake, Alpha wrapped it around Delta’s shoulders, using a corner of it to ruffle through his damp hair, before tucking it around him properly. Pulling Delta in close afterward, Alpha cranked up his own heat to keep him warm.

Delta nestled close, despite keeping an arm out to hold onto Omega. Terzo had stepped around the pulpit, even in his paints, Alpha could see the furrow between his brow as he watched.

“Papa.” Alpha ducked his head, “My apologies, for acting out of line.” A rehearsed script - Terzo couldn’t care less about what Alpha did, as long as he didn’t burn anything down or kill someone without reason. It was all for show, the Clergy members nearby were ruffled and upset that a ghoul would dare break formation before Papa allowed.

Raising his hand, Terzo dismissed his words, “What is the reason?” He asked, though Alpha could hear the hopeful tone behind how exhausted he sounded. Ears tipping forward slightly, Alpha lifted his head.

“This is Delta.” He stated, tail giving a short wag before he stopped, hooking his tail around Delta’s to keep himself from showing how excited he was. In front of the Clergy, he doesn’t want to give them any ammunition to dislike him more, or try and argue that he’s unfit.

Terzo’s eyes shone slightly, softening as he smiled, “Delta, hm?” He walked closer, reaching forward to cup one of Delta’s hands, which was clasped in Alpha’s. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my ghoul.”

Delta blinked at him, before ducking his head and nodding, “Who…?”

“We’ll tell you.” Omega rumbled low in his chest soothingly, “Let’s get you warmed up, first.”

Terzo nods, squeezing Delta’s hand before releasing him and stepping aside, “I won’t stop you.” He smiled warmly, resting a hand on Omega’s forearm, meeting Alpha’s eyes, “I’m glad to have brought him to you, again.”

Alpha nodded shortly, offering a tense smile. Now that Delta was at his side, he was on edge again. Nervous. The Clergy couldn’t be trusted, they were always conspiring behind Terzo’s back, with Sister Imperator.

He couldn’t trust them, didn’t want to trust them. He wanted to get Delta out of their sight as soon as possible. Wanted to take Delta away and hide him in their den, nestle him in his and Omega’s - and now Delta’s - nest so his scent would weave into the fabric there and stay.

With no hesitation, they moved. Delta wasn’t sure on his feet yet, but kept up. The cold floor surely irritated his sensitive skin. Their pack fell in behind and around them. Alpha and Omega were the largest, taking the lead with Delta easily, whilst the others trailed behind them. A loose formation to protect their newest member, their most vulnerable.

They kept up the formation until they reached their quarters, Alpha immediately pulling both of his ghouls away, into his shared room with Omega. Using the blanket, he wiped Delta down gently, his skin now mostly dry, his hair sticking up oddly due to how it dried.

Smiling, Alpha hefted Delta up into the nest, all but tossing him. It earned a squeal, before the water ghoul groaned and twisted, rolling over and burying his face in the nearest blanket. His tail thudded against the bedding as it wagged hard.

Omega discarded his mask as Alpha took his own off, already starting to strip. They dumped their uniforms off to the side - Alpha would be irritated, later, but he couldn’t care now.

Climbing into bed together, Alpha flopped down beside Delta, and Omega took up his spot behind Delta.

Sighing happily, Alpha’s tail began to wag, and managed to keep in time with Delta’s, too. A heavy purr started from Omega, and Alpha followed shortly. Curling closer, he nestled his nose into Delta’s hair and closed his eyes.

“I never thought I’d see you two again.” Delta admitted, voice small and wet with unshed tears. Alpha squeezed him and rested his hand on Delta’s side, rubbing the bare skin soothingly.

“We’re here. You’re here.” Omega murmured, Alpha could feel him moving around. Pressing up behind Delta, tucking his face into the back of Delta’s neck. His big hand brushed briefly against Alpha’s, before resting on Delta’s hip.

“You’re here…” Alpha parroted, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. He was finally able to relax fully, finally at ease. Finally, it felt like he was home.

[ghoulez-vous]

𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐀

( gender neutral reader x papa i-iv / hurt/comfort / sfw / under read more for length )

How each Papa would comfort their lover who is going through difficult times.

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨

It’s the sort of hug that washes away all of your sorrows: tender, gentle, but firm enough to remind you that he’s there for you. He’s the most lithe of the Emeritus brothers but his hugs envelop you regardless of his figure. The scent of freshly cut roses and sandalwood is strong and you can tell that he’s abandoned his garden to be there for you. His head is nestled in the crook of your neck as he whispers meaningful words of wisdom in Italian that would help with your daily worries. Other times he remains silent, simply being there for you. He can read you like a book and knows exactly how to wash your pain away with a hug, even if it is momentarily. His hugs are a gentle reassurance of his love for you and it pains him when you leave his embrace. He parts with a gentle kiss on your cheek, rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs. Although he’s disappointed that you have to part, the sight of you makes him smile with a warmth that he never though possible. You know you’ll make it through your troubled times with him by your side, with all his wisdom and adoration for you.

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

It’s the sort of hug that makes you focus on him, and only him. Any negative thoughts are replaced with the sensation of his firm grip and intimidating frame that melts at the mere sight of you. The scent of his cologne is strong and he’s dressed in his mitre; he must have been getting ready to attend to his duties as Papa. No work was more important than you. The Clergy would manage without him for a while, and a quick glance at a nearby ghoul signalled that the message be passed on. You’re his primary focus now, a large hand caressing your hair as you press your face into his chest. His heartbeat is slow and steady but it speeds up a little with every squeeze that you give him and he begins to suspect that you’re doing it deliberately. His other arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, his head resting atop your own. Although he is the most stern of the Emeritus brothers, you can tell that he is worried from the way that he refuses to take his mismatched eyes off you. His embrace is secure and unyielding; he wants you to know that he is there for you, and that you are his priority. Nothing else mattered while you were nestled in his arms.

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

It’s the sort of hug that nearly knocks you off your feet: desperate but soothing. You’re not certain who needs it more. Before you can open your mouth, you’re in Terzo’s demanding arms. His face is buried in your shoulder, occasionally placing a chaste kiss on the exposed skin of your neck when he feels your grasp on him loosen. He smells of the expensive cologne that you bought him for his birthday. However, you can also smell your own scent; he must have been sleeping with your garb again. Words of Italian fill your ears, his breath tickling your neck as he whispers sweet nothings that comfort you both. He sways slightly, moving your body with him in a soothing manner. It’s hard to focus your mind on your worries when you’re wrapped so firmly in Terzo’s arms. It’s an embrace that you both needed. After you’ve calmed down, he’ll reluctantly part from you and lead you to his room where he can attend to you properly. There’s a freshly laundered comforter on his bed and you knew that Omega must have seen you both. He pulls you down onto the bed with him, your back flush against his chest. From there, he holds you as long as you both need.

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

It’s the sort of hug that starts off tentative but grows in strength. He’s so worried about you and it shows in his body language. He’s shifty, toying with the hem of his sleeves. His brows are knitted together as he begins to speak but hesitates. At first, Copia approaches you slowly to assess the situation and see what you need, worried about upsetting you further. You lock eyes for a moment and he can tell from your gaze just what you need. An arm slinks around your waist as he draws you closer, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. You return the kiss before reluctantly leaving his embrace as he guides you towards the sofa. Brushing aside empty juice boxes with an apologetic glance, Copia urges you to sit down with him, patting the plush pillows. He’s wearing his favourite red tracksuit and Vvlgari t-shirt and you knew that he had been relaxing after yet another exerting ritual. The dark residue of skull paint still lingered around his eyes, and you could tell that he was exhausted to the point of putting little effort into his evening routine. You curl up beside him and bury your face in his chest, hands grasping his soft jacket as he gently stroked your hair. You both needed this.

[ghostedghouls]

make it hurt

✢ in an attempt to save himself from more hurt, dew decides to hurt swiss the only way he knows he can.

✢ pairing: Swiss x gn!reader / Dew x Swiss (not romantically)

✢ genre: angst

✢ warnings: manipulation, dew is an asshole, trauma, swiss has a dark past, mentioned murder, hurt/no comfort, dew has issues i dont blame him

✢ a/n: the romantic pairing is reader x swiss, but the story focuses more on dewdrop/ dewdrop x swiss because I wanted to explore this dynamic (and also hurt swiss whoops). Also this got way longer than i wanted it to be so maybe i’ll have to do a part 2 bc i cant stand bad endings :( | not beta read sorry

Dew was known for being the most difficult of the ghouls. He was known for his temper and anger, the heated arguments and the venom in his words.

Dew was known for his low blows.

The other ghouls knew that Dew hardly meant the things he said in a fit of anger and rage. At first the words had stung. The fire ghoul had a talent for finding the most hurtful words and digging deep, reaching for things he knew would provoke a reaction from the others; preferably anger or hurt. And oh boy, was it hurtful at times.

But the better the ghouls got to know him, the more they learned not to take the words to heart, no matter how hard it was at times. They knew it was his way of protecting himself, his way of making sure the other person stopped digging into him, stopped prying open old wounds. It was his way of making sure nobody would ever break down the walls that he so carefully had built around himself.

But even though the ghouls tried to not let the words get to them, they always eventually did. Dew knew how to get under their skin, tear open their wounds so his own could stay closed. A low blow from Dew would usually end the argument, the other ghoul too angry, shocked or hurt to continue the conversation.

But not with Swiss. Not today.

Swiss stood his ground as the fire ghoul spat insult after insult at him. His arms were crossed in front of his broad chest as he listened to the never-ending stream of words, carefully picked out by the smaller ghoul to dig into Swiss’ insecurities and worries. But Swiss saw through Dew easily. He knew that he was trying to deflect from his own worries and traumas. So he stood there and took the verbal abuse because he knew Dew didn’t mean it. Never did.

Swiss was by far one of the hardest ghouls to truly anger. He was very forgiving, especially with the smallest ghoul. He tended to laugh things off or talk things out right away as to not leave an argument unresolved. If the other ghoul thought about it, he had never seen Swiss even remotely angry. There were times where he seemed pissed off but never really angry.

“Are you done yet, firefly?” The nickname sounded sour on Swiss’s tongue and Dew almost visibly recoiled. But he knew better than to show a reaction. He had to be indifferent, hide that he was vunerable. But the comment had thrown him off and his brain short-circuited long enough for Swiss to finally get a word in.

“You stand here and go about your little spiel like you always do, Dew. But we both know you don’t mean it. You can curse and scream at me all you want; it won’t change a thing. There wasn’t even a real argument to begin with. You got your fragile ego hurt and now you’re foaming at the mouth like a rabid animal.”

Dewdrop growled at that. Low in his throat as his tail swished angrily behind himself. It was true, and that was what angered the fire ghoul the most. Satanas, Dew had already forgotten what the whole argument was even about. He was only arguing for the sake of getting Swiss off his tail. To hurt the multi ghoul so that he wouldn’t end up being hurt himself. The other ghoul was entirely too calm for his liking and it scared Dewdrop. It scared him that he didn’t have control of the conversation. It scared him that Swiss knew exactly what he was trying to archive. Scared him that he was so fucking vunerable in front of someone after he had sworn himself to never be open like that again. He opened his mouth to say something he knew would hurt Swiss, but the other ghoul was faster to speak.

“Do you know what I think? I think you’re getting so defensive because you know I am right. You know you don’t even mean a single thing you say to us all the time. Because you’re scared to let someone - for once in your goddamn life - into that head of yours. Because you’re so fucking scared that if you let someone in, they will tear you down from the inside. Because you know you couldn’t take that again.” Swiss’s words seemed harsh but he was calm, somewhat encouraging even.

But Dewdrop was seething where he was standing. He felt like he was vibrating with anger. His fists were balled up so tightly, he could feel the sharp claws dig into his own flesh. His fangs were clenched so tightly, he was afraid they would break off under the pressure. If he’d had just a little less self control, he would have launched himself at the multi ghoul and ripped into him with claws and teeth. Copia and the clergy be damned. They would send him back to the pit for killing another ghoul, but he couldn’t care less in that moment.

Where did the multi ghoul get the audacity to dig into Dew’s head like that? Rip him open piece be piece and present him with his own thoughts. It sent him into a frenzy.

In that moment Dewdrop felt truly lost. There was no thing he could say to Swiss to make him stop, to make him leave. Dew nearly choked on his own spit. His throat felt tight as he tried to swallow. It became apparent that the fire ghoul wasn’t the only one who knew how to hurt others deeply.

Dew bared his fangs at Swiss and hissed. It wasn’t intentional, a leftover instinct from the pit that was generally considered bad manners by the higher clergy members. Swiss stood calmly but his tail jerked once, showing that he wasn’t immune to the feral display of agression from his bandmate.

And with a last growl, Dewdrop turned on his heel and left Swiss standing in the hallway. He felt humiliated and hurt. He was never the one to leave an argument, had never lost to the others. In his mind he was thinking of a thousand things he could do to hurt Swiss. The argument might have been over, but he wouldn’t - no, couldn’t - let the multi ghoul get away with this. He had to do something that would truly and utterly destroy the taller ghoul.

-

He was still seething as he stumbled through the clergy hallways. A few siblings he came across had fled once they saw him. Good, he thought, at least he was still respected by the siblings. They would never dare to talk to him the way Swiss did. Would never dare to pry into his head like that. They knew they couldn’t because he would rip them to shreds if they tried. Just like how he should have done with dear Swiss, he thought angrily, his fists clenched again.

He marched through the hallways for a little longer before something caught his eyes. And suddenly it felt like he was presented with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity sent by the hellish father lucifer himself.

You.

How had Dewdrop not thought of that before? Swiss’s little romance he had going on with you. It was still fresh, long months of ‘will-they-won’t-they’ finally turned into little kisses and shared nights. And that turned into actual feelings. Swiss had never officially told you how he felt, Dew knew that, but he could smell it on the multi ghoul. And he could smell it on you too. With renewed vigor (and anger) he walked up to you. 

Should he grab you and hurt you? Should he leave your body bloodied with bitemarks and drag you back into the ghoul den? The smell of your blood would be so overwhelming it would surely sent the multi ghoul into overdrive. A perverted satisfaction spread through Dew’s body at the thought. The satisfaction of truly hurting Swiss in the most horrible way he could. To finally make the multi ghoul snap. Because with anger Dew could work. Anger he knew how to handle. But no, he thought. That was too risky. It would get him a ticket straight back to hell from the clergy. And it wouldn’t hurt enough. Wouldn’t dig deeply enough into Swiss’ heart.

It was like a light went off above the fire ghoul’s head as you turned around, smiling at him as he approaced you. He tried to keep his face stoic, to not let a toothy smile shine through as he finally decided how to wreck Swiss.

“Dewdrop.”, you said warmly, “Is there something I can do for you?”

“No. I just wanted to check in how you were.”, he said, feigning worry.

“Oh um.. thank you, I am fine- why? Is there something I should be worried about?”, you asked confused.

“I just thought after the whole thing with Swiss... y’know. That you might be hurt...” Oh satanas, it felt so incredibly good. Dewdrops eyes nearly rolled back into his skull as you very clearly took the bait.

“What thing with Swiss? Did something happen?” you were starting to grow worried and Dewdrop nearly laughed at how pathetic it was.

“Oh no... he didn’t tell you yet, then. I’m sorry, I just thought he would have told you by now. Seeing how you two are pretty serious now I assumed he did tell you.” He let out a dramatic sigh. “But I guess he will tell you when he’s ready.... I just hope that’s soon - wouldn’t want you to get into a relationship with him under false pretences, right?”

You eyes grew wide with confusion and worry and as Dewdrop decided to slowly turn around and act as if he was going to leave, you quickly grabbed his arm to make him stay.

“Please.” you breathed out “What is going on? What do you mean with ‘false pretences’?”

“It’s not my place to tell you. He should tell you himself. It is a pretty big thing after all.” Dewdrop knew he already had you. He was only trying to make this even worse once shit hit the fan. He had to make sure you would talk to Swiss about it, maybe even end things with him. Oh satanas, how priceless the look on his face would be. He’d deserve it.

“I’m begging you to please tell me what you mean.”, you anxiously begged the fire ghoul who sighed in return as if he was doing this against his will.

“I thought he trusted you enough to tell you himself but maybe he doesn’t quite yet. It’s only understandable given his past, of course.” You were eating everything up Dewdrop was saying. And the best thing was, he didn’t even need to lie. Didn’t need to make things up about the multi ghoul because it was all true. Dewdrop leaned against the wall next to him before starting;

“Swiss wasn’t actually summoned with the rest of the ghouls. Not many people know this because he worked in the shadows most of the time. I just saw him occasionally while I was still working with Terzo.” The words tasted bitter in his mouth. The hurt still there, still fresh. “He didn’t eat with the other ghouls, didn’t spend time with the other ghouls. It was like he was kept away from the rest of the clergy at all times. I always wondered what his job was. There are no ghouls in the clergy that serve no purpose, so I was curious. I, myself, only got to know the truth recently.”

It was true. Dew thought back to the evening that Swiss had confessed. He had never seen him cry like that before. Had always assumed Swiss had no baggage, no hurt inside of him. But that evening, Swiss had sobbed as he told his mates about his jobs before the band. Explained how he had done the dirty work, had killed siblings and ghouls alike. Without ever questioning anything. How he had been the perfect killer all along. The other ghouls had been taken aback and the following days - even if they didn’t mean to - they had avoided Swiss. Those days had wrecked the multi ghoul horribly, to the point where he didn’t leave his room, not even to eat.

In the end they managed to talk things out. Nobody was truly mad at Swiss or scared of him. For fucks sake, they all were ghouls. They had all killed before. They just hadn’t expected something like this from chill, laidback Swiss. Swiss hadn’t asked them to keep it a secret but given his reaction the first time he confessed, it was pretty clear he didn’t want anyone else to know. This is why Dew knew his plan would work. He knew it would absolutely obliterate Swiss to be confronted with this part of his past again, especially if it came from you.

“Well it seems-... oh, I really don’t know if I should tell you this. You’re gonna be hurt.”, Dew tried to sow worries and it worked. “I need to know.”, came from you in almost a whisper.

“Well, there were certain ghouls that... did the clergy’s dirty work. I mean, it only makes sense to summon ghouls to do it, don’t get me wrong. And it just so happened to be our dear Swiss.”

“Dirty work?”, you asked, more in disbelieve than in not-understanding.

“Getting rid of unwanted people. Outside and inside the clergy. The perfect killer. Ghouls leave no traces behind as you know. Swiss does have some chompers on him, I will not lie...”

You gasped and Dew watched carefully as you stared in disbelieve. “But don’t worry. He would never hurt you!” Dew hesitated for a bit. “Probably, anyways. What do they say again; you can take the ghoul out of hell but you can’t take hell out of the ghoul?” He faked a laugh at the lame joke. A real smile crept on his lips as he watched you stare into space with furrowed brows, clearly worried about what you had just learned about your lover.

Dew knew he had to make the finale count, so he faked a worried face as he gently grabbed your shoulder. “I do need you to be careful though. Swiss was dangerous in the past, following orders blindly just because he was told to. He killed ghouls and siblings, some of which he worked with. He had no morales. I’m just confused that he hasn’t told you about this yet... I’m worried about what that means. He is a ghoul. You can’t forget that. A demon from the pit, summoned to fulfill a task.” Dewdrop stood taller as his hand fell off your shoulder. “He’s in the band now but we can’t be sure he isn’t still following some of his former orders.” That was the only lie. Swiss had promised that he had been released from that position ages ago, had sworn to his mates that he was telling the truth. And Dew knew it had been the truth... but you didn’t need to know that.

The guitarist left you standing in the hallways, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears of disbelief and sadness.

-

That evening Dewdrop sat in the common room. He listened to the muffled voices behind Swiss’ bedroom door. You two had been talking - arguing - for close to two hours. Dew was the only one left sitting there, all the other ghouls had left at one point, the atmosphere in the den too suffocating to bear.

When you had stumbled into their den a few hours ago, your energy had immidiately alerted all the ghouls. They had raised their heads as they watched you walk into the common area. Swiss was the first to approach you - of course he was. The energy you gave off must’ve been excruciating for the multi ghoul. The fire ghoul still felt the anger deep in his chest, barely any less than before. He wasn’t like Swiss, he didn’t forgive that easily. And Swiss deserved this. Deserved to be hurt just how Dewdrop had been hurt.

The multi ghoul knew something was off, so he lead you into his room without a word. You hesitated for a bit, worried. And Dew almost smirked as he watched you stand in the doorway of Swiss’ room. You looked back over your shoulder to the small ghoul.

-

You entered your lover’s room, closing the door behind yourself gently. The multi ghoul approached you slowly, gently reaching for your hands, encouraging you to tell him what was wrong. But as his hands brushed yours, a jolt rushed through you. Not a jolt of excitement, lust or happiness. No, this felt different. This was fear.

Hurt flashed across Swiss’s face as you moved your hands away from his reaching ones. And as you took a step back to increase the distance between your bodies, he felt like he would die right then and there.

“What’s going on, sweet cheeks?”, the taller ghoul asked, concern lacing his soft voice.

You didn’t speak for a second. Your head hung low, facing the floor, but Swiss could see the lines between your brows nontheless. His stomach twisted itself in knots as he just observed you for a second. Your hands were fidgeting with the hem of your shirt and your posture was defensive, closed-off. And the way you smelled - it felt like a punch to the gut to Swiss. Fear, concern, worry, hurt.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong right now, but is there anything I can do to help y-” - “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Swiss was the one to take a step back this time. “What do you mean?”

“I deserved to know!” You raised your head and there were tears in your eyes. Not yet spilled but they were there and Swiss felt helpless.

“What are you talking about? Did I do something? Did you change your mind about... us?”

“No! I mean yes- no... I just-”, you stumbled through the words clumsily, not even knowing what exactly you were trying to say.

“When were you going to tell me you killed for the clergy?”

Swiss felt the breath being knocked out of him, his heart stopped for a second, a searing pain rushing through his chest before the organ stumbled into a rushed rhythm. His mouth hung open, his ears ringing. It was like his worst nightmare came true, and it was happening right now in front of him. He watched as the first tears fell and you whispered “So it’s true.”. The multi ghoul felt like he needed to throw up, his chest heaving and his tail erratic behind him.

Your eyes truly took him in then; The claws at his sides, the tail behind him, the grey skin, the tiniest peek of his fangs, the sharp ears and the golden eyes that shone through the slits of the silver mask. Those hands - those claws - that had caressed you many nights, had softly ran through your hair or across your skin, were the same ones that had the blood of so many people on them. His teeth, usually nipping you gently, had ripped out throats and limbs before. Had hurt and killed. murdered.

You swallowed thickly as a new wave of fear rushed through you. What were you doing? In the room alone with a killer and confronting him about it? If the things Dewdrop had said were true, then there was no way of knowing that he wouldn’t do it again. Your investigation in the library about those ‘special ghouls’ just before you got here, didn’t help either.

Swiss felt the instant shift from hurt to fear in you. He felt it deeply in his body and it itched at his insides. Satanas, he wanted to claw at himself, get rid of that feeling, rip it out from his insides.

He only recently had told the other ghouls about his past and the days following had been excruciating for him. It had created a rift in their relationship for a while. And even though everything seemed alright now, he knew they still thought about it from time to time. But they had been understanding, because they were also ghouls, because they had done similar things. He couldn’t expect the same understanding from you. A human.

Swiss watched your form shake as you cried silently and in that moment he wanted to die. He wanted to rush to Copias office and have himself be sent back to hell. Either by ritual or by a dagger to the heart.

As he started speaking, his own tears fell, his body rocking with sobs as he watched his relationship crumble in front of him.

-

Dew had felt a sick satisfaction as he listened carefully to what was being said. The two of you weren’t screaming at each other but the door did little to stop the fire ghoul from listening in on the conversation. The other ghouls sat strewn around the common room. Their own conversations had died down shortly after the smell of fear, hurt and sadness had crept through the cracks of the door.

The longer the argument went on the more suffocating the energy in the ghoul den got. Mountain had been the first to leave, excusing himself to his greenhouse to escape the all-consuming smell of a multi ghoul in distress. The girls had left together without a word. They didn’t need to say anything. Everyone knew.

One after another the rest of the ghouls left the den as the sounds of sobs grew louder from the bedroom. Phantom had scurried after the girls. Being a quintessence ghoul meant he felt everything even harsher than the other ghouls. And he couldn’t take it. Rain took his leave a little later after he couldn’t bear hearing Swiss cry anymore. It hurt too badly to stay.

The anger Dew had felt until just minutes ago was almost non-existent now. Instead, the ugly grasps of guilt had a tright grip on him, threatening to pull him under and drown him in it. He tried to tell himself that Swiss deserved it. That he didn’t do anything wrong. You did deserve to know what Swiss was, after all. But Dew knew it had not been his place to tell you. And not in the way he did. Using you to get a reaction out of Swiss. To manipulate you into thinking a certain way about the multi ghoul. His chest felt heavy with guilt, suffocating him from the inside.

He didn’t blame the other ghouls for leaving the den. The atmosphere was devastating. The smell of distress thick in the air. This was even worse than when Swiss had come clean with them a few weeks prior. And suddenly Dew wasn’t so sure what this would do to Swiss. He had been a wreck last time, there was no way of knowing what would happen this time.

Aether was the last to leave. He sighed as he got up from the sofa, turning to leave the den like the others had before turning back to Dewdrop with a snarl. It was so entirely unlike Aether, that Dew felt himself recoil at the gesture.

“You told them, didn’t you?”, he asked, disappointment in his eyes. Dew didn’t say anything but that was answer enough for the quintessence ghoul.

“You’ve said fucked up things before, Dewdrop. But this was a real low blow, even for you.”

And with that, Aether left the den without looking back at the fire ghoul still sitting on the couch. Dew’s own eyes stung with tears as he felt everything he had done crashing down on him. The tears didn’t fall though, because before they could, the door to Swiss’s room opened.

Your still crying form walked through the door and into the direction of the den’s exit. Swiss followed slowly, not daring to be too close to you. He stopped in the middle of the common room and watched with heavy sobs as you closed the door behind yourself. His eyes were transfixed on the door as if he was waiting for you to open it again. Open it and run back to him, leap into his arms and hug him, kiss him. Telling him everything was going to be alright.

But the door never opened.

Swiss turned to Dewdrop and when their eyes met, the fire ghoul felt like he was being pulled down into the pit. He had never, not even then, seen Swiss like this. Completely and utterly gone. Dew waited for Swiss to snap at him. To launch himself at the smaller ghoul and rip him to pieces. He wouldn’t have fighted back, he would’ve let it happen. He knew what he did was not excusable.

But the attack never came. Instead there was a shaky breath from the multi ghoul as he mustered up a bitter smile. “I hope you got what you wanted, firefly.”

He left the den as well. Where to, Dew didn’t know.

But the feeling in his stomach was so incredibly painful, he didn’t dare to move off the couch. And Dew had never hated himself more than in that moment.

[vinziel]

Unexpected Revelations

John Dory x Male Reader

A/N: Branch and Clay will have the same color coding except Clay's will be italic.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Rhonda took all of you somewhere. This must be where Clay is if Rhonda smells him near here, all Five of you wander around, then suddenly the large clown machine turned on and a deep voice began to speak "Who dares enter these sacred ground?" "We're here looking for our brother Clay" Branch answers. Then suddenly the machine turned off, and a troll came out, she honestly looked like Poppy but you didn't want to overthink it. The troll began to say "It's been a while since I've seen other trolls! Welcome!" She smiles, being happy to see new trolls around "I'm Viva! Please come inside" Viva leads you all somewhere, there were plenty of trolls "Putt Putt trolls! Lights on for our new friends!" She says, the lights are turning on all around you "Fries and Milkshakes to celebrate!" Viva says, You all began to eat "Woah, this would really go well with burgers" Bruce says, then suddenly all the Putt Putt trolls start to panic, hiding themselves "Yeah we try not to use that word, it just sounds really close to Burgens" Viva explains then a voice says "We call burgers meat circles" The troll walks over and it's Clay, Clay walks over to the five of you, fist bumping you and Bruce and squishing Branch's face. John opens his arms and excitedly exclaims "Clay!" Which Clay responds with a simple "John" You can't help but feel bad for John, he seems so devastated.

Then suddenly Poppy and Viva's bracelets glowed. It was hug time "Wait. Is your dad named King Peppy?" Viva asks "Yeah why?" Poppy answers "You're alive! You're alive" Viva exclaims as she spins Poppy around "You're probably confused. I'm your sister" Viva explains "Dang if only I had a long lost sibling" You say jokingly, which made Branch laugh, Poppy and Viva start to bond, while Clay and the brothers talk about the situation with Floyd. Poppy also finds out that Viva and the other Putt Putt trolls were left behind. Being separated by the others, which is how they ended up here.

It was time to go save Floyd again and as they were all leaving Viva stopped Poppy "Please don't leave" she says, almost begging "Sorry I have to, but you can come with us" Poppy says smiling "I...can't" Viva answers, before letting go of Poppy, as they start to drive to where Floyd is "Are you ok Poppy?" You ask "Yeah... I'm fine" she answers, in Rhonda "So how exactly are the 4 of you going to hit the "Perfect Family Harmony"?" You ask "By practicing" John Dory answers "Well make sure not to mess it up again" You say, snickering "What do you know?" John Dory retorts "Oh I know plenty, I know that you're the type to mess up a performance, just like how you messed up your relationship with your siblings....your relationship with me!" You say, getting a bit pissed, while the others were just watching, this sparked an argument between you two and Branch had to step in between to stop it from escalating "Why haven't you moved on?! It's been 20 years!" John asked angrily "Well I would have moved on if you stayed gone!" You answer with bitterness i. Your voice "Could you two stop?! We're supposed to be practicing to save Floyd right now and you two are just arguing!" Branch interjects the argument, you and John sigh, both of you saying "You're right Branch"

You both stop arguing, you continued to drive Rhonda as the BroZone Brothers start to practice, plus Poppy since Branch invited her to sing again, she wore Floyd's Vest "Wooh! BroZone!" You yell, clapping, they wore their old clothes which honestly made you want to laugh but you kept it in, it was going good, a nice harmony but John stopped it. He complained about it not being good enough "Oh here we go being a perfectionist and bossy" You say "You know what?! The reason I left was because I didn't want to be bossy, because 4 little brothers is a big responsibility?" John retorts "Why'd you think I left? Because I didn't want to be treated like how you treated me" Bruce says "Guys stop! We're here for Floyd!" Branch says, then John Answers "Branch's right, let's just save Floyd so we could go our separate ways again" "Wait what?" Branch asks "What? You didn't think we'd all live together again did you? Roasting marshmallows singing songs" John says, laughing "Oh I'm sorry is that funny to you?" Branch asks "Stop being a baby Branch" Bruce says "Vinz pull over" You did and Branch continues "You all still treat me like I'm a baby, you know what?! i stopped being a baby the moment you all walked out on me, left me with grandma and now she got eaten!. Now I'm walking out on you!" Branch says leaving, you got up from the driver's seat, with a disappointed look "I'm honestly disappointed with you all, I expected better" You say, sighing and shaking your head in disappointment before running to catch up with Branch, with Poppy following

(TBC)