#but that does not mean mocking them you ghouls

[endless-weightless]

Nameless Ghoul NSFW headcanons

Got Ghost tickets and now I’m gonna be autistic about this band. Also kinda on the shorter side because I’m SO BUSY rn but the autism will pull me through 💪

CHARACTERS: Swiss, Rain, Sodo, Aether, Mountain, Phantom, Omega, Ifrit

TAGS: Smut, reader insert, BDSM, monsterfucking?, afab and amab!reader, lingerie, marking, switch!reader I guess?, switch!Swiss, soft dom!Mountain, mean dom!Omega

🌙Swiss

Kinky. We know this. He’s willing to try just about anything you’re comfortable with.

His personal favourite kinky things include bondage, spanking, gags, some dynamic play, marking and a sprinkle of dacryphilia.

He’s such a power switch and I will not listen to anyone who disagrees. Sometimes he wants to dick you down and sometimes he wants to be dicked down. Is that too much to ask for?

REALLY FUCKING LOUD. If you’re making him feel good he’s letting everyone know.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck~ baby if you don’t slow down I’ll cum- fuck!”

Has absolutely no shame walking around covered in hickeys, bite marks and scratches.

Swiss gets unbelievably horny when you touch his horns, like something in him snaps when you touch them.

Prefers cumming on you rather than inside you, like you’re a canvas and he’s the painter.

Don’t bully him he’ll cum :(

Nah but seriously, if you call him a slut at least once and pull his hair he’ll absolutely melt.

🌙Rain

Pretty vanilla compared to Swiss, but has his kinky moments.

Prefers sex to be romantic, so expect lots of kisses and hand holding.

Speaking of hand holding, he squeezes your hand when he cums. He just loves you so much and you’re making him feel so good.

Has cried on one or more occasions. It could be because he’s so in love or maybe because he just has a really sensitive cock-

Absolutely adores fucking in the shower or even outside in the rain. He loves it when you two are both in tune with his element and it just makes him feel safe being in water.

Doesn’t let out pornographic moans but rather soft gasps and grunts and if you’re really fucking him good then he’ll start whimpering the closer he gets to cumming.

Speaking of cum, he loves cumming in you and just having you cockwarm him (or the other way around). He also moans an “I love you” when he does so.

“I love you so much darling- oh satan.”

Always looks so goddamn pretty when he’s all fucked out and exhausted.

🌙Mountain

My fav ghoul 💜

Gives me soft dom vibes, but not crazy on kink or bdsm.

He’s fucking huge and uses it to his advantage.

Likes watching you squirm when taking him. The bastard will just watch you struggle as you try to fit all of his length in you while he just sits there doing fuck all.

Loves watching you ride him. If you have tits he’s automatically hypnotised by then jiggling as you bounce on his cock.

If you get too tired or overstimulated to keep riding him he’ll instantly flip you over so he’s on top of you and he’ll just pound into you at whatever pace you need.

Mostly grunts when you two are fucking, but he isn’t shy about moaning in your ear when he cums.

So much praise. Like a fuck ton of it.

“Look at you, taking me so well. You’re doing such a good job.

If you’re ever stressed he’ll instantly suggest a solution that involves his face buried between your thighs for the next hour or so.

Endless cuddles when you two are finished. He’ll have you wrapped in his arms until you’ve fallen asleep.

🌙Omega

Good LORD those fingers.

Mean dom. So mean :( (but very rewarding when he thinks you’ve been on your best behaviour)

I reckon he’s pretty well versed in the bdsm and kink world. Maybe even to the point where bdsm is part of his actual lifestyle outside of sex.

Fucks you absolutely silly and then mocks you when you’re too overstimulated to say a full coherent sentence.

If he’s feeling too lazy to actually fuck you or he’s busy he’ll beckon you over to him and have you sit on his lap while he fingers you into oblivion or jacks you off until you’re shooting blanks.

Goes feral when you moan his name, or just say anything along the lines of you belonging to him.

Cums where he wants, as long as you’re comfortable with it.

Not incredibly loud unless you’re sucking him off, then he’s getting a little slutty because he knows how turned on it gets you.

“Oh yeah~ use your tongue just like that darling. Fuck .”

He LOVES bending you over and pounding into you until you’re crying. He’ll even give your ass the occasional slap and moan an “atta girl/boy”.

🌙Sodo

Every time you moan his full name “Sodomiser” he instantly starts panting like a fucking dog.

Gets progressively hornier the more you feed his ego.

Likes nipping at your neck and wrapping his tail around your thigh when you’re fucking.

He tries stay quiet but ultimately ends up a whimpering mess when he cums. He doesn’t even have to be subbing, he just kinda whimpers regardless 🤷‍♀️

I feel like if you were about to suck him off he’d lightly slap you in the face with his dick because he thinks it’s hot 😭

Let you use a vibrator on him one time and he came so hard he was scared to let you use it on him again. He uses it on himself occasionally though.

“Nonono wait don’t turn it up I’ll- ngh~”

Like Swiss he loves cumming on you, bonus points if it’s your chest, ass or face.

One time you pulled his tail during sex and he let out such a load and sinful moan you had to pause before going back to fucking and then teasing him because of it.

🌙Aether

He’s hot and he knows it, the cheeky bastard.

Likes it when you caress his muscles. Fair enough though, if I was that buff I’d want everyone to touch my big strong biceps-

He loves just randomly picking you up and manhandling you.

If you’re a pillow princess or prince you’re in luck because he’ll do all of the work as long as he gets to hear you whimper his name and look at your pretty face.

His favourite thing to do is to buy you lingerie and the rip it off hours later. Sometimes if he’s feeling a bit silly n goofy he’ll buy it one or two sizes too small so he gets to see your tits and/or ass spill out.

Prefers cumming in you but doesn’t mind, as long as you’re satisfied.

Can and will fuck you standing up and it’s very scary because WHO THE FUCK HAS SEX STANDING-

He’s mostly quiet, but still very verbal if that makes sense. He moans a lil and also lets out these like sighs? Idk how to explain it but just know he’s enjoying himself 😭.

“Mm you look so- fuck, good like this.”

🌙Phantom

He’s like a very excited puppy when it comes to sex. Probably would be into puppy play too tbh.

Very easy to overstimulate. Just go for a second or third round with some edging thrown in and he’s putty in your hands.

He whines, moans, whimpers, cries, you name it.

“Please, I’ll be good, I just need to cum, please.”

Doesn’t understand his size or strength sometimes. You couldn’t convince him he had a massive dick until one time when you were riding him you put his hand to your stomach where he could literally feel himself moving inside you.

Doesn’t mind whatsoever where he has to cum, just as long as he actually gets to.

He has the most sensitive tail and horns ever it’s not even funny. He could probably cum untouched if you played with them enough.

Bites a fucking lot, like damn boy calm down.

Needs praise or he might go a little coocoo.

🌙Ifrit

This man is a SWITCH WITH A BREEDING KINK.

So obviously he loves cumming in you.

Gets so unbelievably worked up when he smells you.

Likes fucking you while your in his lap, like something similar to the lotus. He needs to be close to you.

(Afab hc) for some reason he can tell when you’re ovulating and it just sends him spiralling. He’s practically on his knees rutting into the floor and begging you to let him fuck you.

This when he gets the most vocal.

“Please let me fuck a baby into you. Mm~ I’ll do anything”

Bites hard. Like it’s a problem.

(Half afab) Insists on carrying you everywhere once you two are finished. His reasoning is because he might’ve hurt your silly little human body with his massive ghoul dick (his words not mine) and because you might be pregnant!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

That's all, thanks for reading my lovelies!

[ashthewaterghoul]

Mushy May Day 8: Subtle Affection - Swiss & Mountain

Prompt list by @forlorn-crows can be found here All my Mushy May will be slightly shorter stories and can also be found on ao3 :) Words - 890

    If there was a competition for the most chronic overthinker in the pack, Mountain would take 3rd, 2nd and 1st all at the same time, with every other prize possible too. Earth Ghouls were a particularly stubborn sort, and so trying to get the drummer to take a break was impossible. It was considered a miracle if one of the pack could get Mountain to sit down for a cup of tea during the day.

    Swiss, however, dared to challenge the impossible and dance naked over its grave, usually citing his own existence as a source – all-element Multis were the rarest type of Ghoul, after all.

    Mountain’s stressing over Copia’s change in station while the new Papa comes in with a new Ghoulette before a world tour was making his auburn hair sit flatter against his head and the velvet from his antlers start to moult, only meaning his horns were about to shed prematurely from the stress too.

    So, while many may expect Swiss to make Mountain’s morning coffee into an Irish one and hope that would take the edge off, he did actually have more tact than that.

    He let Mountain have his morning alone, knowing that would be when he’d start organising everything in his very specific way and he hated to be interrupted during that. But at lunch time, he got two sandwiches and made his way down to the greenhouse that was practically Mountain’s second home, if not his first at this point. He was not at all surprised to see that Mountain was working instead of eating.

    “Mount? You hungry?” Swiss called as he let himself in.

    Mountain blinked, so in his own world that he didn’t feel Swiss approaching.

    “Snapdragon, what are you doing here?” He said, looking at the sandwich as it was placed down in front of him.

    “What? Don’t want to see your favourite Ghoul?” Swiss said with mock-offence as he clutched his imaginary pearls, hopping up to sit on the workbench as he started eating his own sandwich.

    “I think you’ll find Rain is my favourite actually. You know, my mate?” Mountain chuckled as he looked back down at his plant schedule for while he was away and tried to allocate people to take over all he does.

    “Hey! Eat the sandwich I dragged all the way down here for you!” Swiss said, taking the sheet in front of Mountain and setting it aside.

    “Fine.” Mountain said with narrowed eyes and unwrapped the egg and cress sandwich, smiling a little as he knows the cafeteria rarely makes them and that Swiss probably made it himself.

    After Swiss was happy with the amount that the Earth Ghoul had eaten, he hopped down and showed himself out, swishing his hips with his best Shakira impression to make Mountain laugh, and hopefully confuse him enough that he wouldn’t be able to focus for a couple minutes and have to take an even longer break.

    Mountain was only mildly distracting for a minute or so but it was still a star Swiss would put on his chart.

    Later in the evening, after Mountain was home and had taken his shower, he came back out to the den and opened his laptop to do some more working organising for the pack but Swiss decided to huff and puff as he looked at the open cabinets.

    “What is it, Switchblade?” Mountain asked as he started looking over hotel room allocations.

    “There’s nothing to eat.” He whined.

    “There is plenty of food in there.” Mountain returned.

    “Yeah, but it all needs to be cooked.” Swiss said, his lack of culinary expertise having earned him a ban from making anything that required heat, especially alone.

    “Then get someone to cook something.” Mountain stated.

    “Can you make your really nice honey-pepper chicken that you make super spicy for me?” Swiss said with his best impression puppy-dog eyes.

    “Is no one else here?” Mountain said with a bit of disbelief as their pack was quite a large one.

    “Aether’s on a 24-hour shift in the infirmary, Dew and Rain are soaking in the lake, Phantom’s asleep, and the girls are all out having a shopping day.” Swiss said as if he didn’t plan most of that. He wasn’t being mean by “forcing” Mountain to cook. He knew that the tall Ghoul genuinely loved to cook, and especially for others, always living to serve and help his pack.

    Mountain sighed as he shut his laptop and got up to help make sure Swiss ate. And Swiss made sure to ham up how hungry he was so Mountain would make more and he could make sure he ate too.

    The Multi was given the very important job of stirring the sauce as Mountain took care of the chicken and the pasta he served it with. When the Earth Ghoul went to plate it all up, Swiss chose to deflect just how hungry he was and split it into a second portion, handing the plate to Mountain.

    “Aww, be a gentleman and don’t make me eat all alone, big guy.” He said as he got a couple cans of pop out for them both too.

    Mountain did in fact eat with Swiss, and they both enjoyed the time. The Earth Ghoul even managed to laugh more than a few times so Swiss would absolutely call it a victory.

[lurkerwithcomputer]

It takes all of Kaneki's Kenference members pulling together for him to parent Ichika - not just that they have to cooperate for Kaneki to function mentally but because most of them have some situational skills that the others lack. Although basically all of 'em can cook, at least once a few other parts of the Kenference persuade Reaperneki to actually try at parenting - and it was no mean feat persuading him.

(Reaperneki's cooking does end up coming in handy after they learn that the class bully stole Ichika's lunch. Haise confirms Ichika likes the spicy curry he learned from Akira, and Reaper is nothing if not made of Spite and a desire to inflict misery on both himself and others... like his daughter's enemies.)

Haise is one of the best at day-to-day parenting, but surprisingly (or perhaps not so surprising?) OG Kuroneki turns out to be good at the kind of Situations that tend to crop up when having a kid, because he's half-decent at de-escalating, a rare thing in the ghoul world especially - although he tends to need a "you handled that well" confidence booster from someone else afterwards. (He's less brittle and has more ability to bend than anyone thinks, himself included.)

Haise kinda managed the Quinx in an awkwardly parental way, but they were more-or-less adults and quite different from an actual child, so despite that he's out of his depth on things that are kid-specific.

Kingneki can do political brinkmanship, albeit with a great deal of exhaustion and stress and needing to consciously re-center himself afterward, but that's not the same kind of persuasion as handling schoolmates who mock or pick on Ichika. (If anything rose to the level that got the school to call both sets of parents to meet face to face, the brinkmanship could become useful.)

Touka's got a different set of parenting strengths and struggles which really deserves its own post to explore, so I'll leave off with noting the parenting difficulty they have in common and connect on, in tired-parent solidarity - lots of blueprints for what not to do, and very little on what they should do.

[javaghoul]

Tokyo Ghoul chapter 36 reread

Serious question: does anyone really enjoy a sporty first date (romantic or platonic)? That would be a huge turn off for me. Anyway. I love how Kaneki is a selfconscious, insecure wreck, but he'll still have a go at things. That's a good trait, ken.

Shuu's "I'm gonna fuck you up and you'll thank me for it" face. I think he'll be able to emote an entire conversation with his eyes alone.

I think this goes beyond a flippant comment. I think Shuu is incredibly perceptive, and can figure most people out quickly. I think he suspects Kaneki is a tortured soul and that the roots run deep.

As an aside, this is good advice, thanks Shuu. He would have no issue with truly being involved in whatever he's enjoying. He'll be in a flow state for sure.

i don't even think he means this as an insult. I think part of the reason why Shuu doesn't fit in with others is because of his bluntness. Shuu hasn't the time nor sees the point in dancing around an issue. Say what you feel, and address it.

I'm not an expert on Japanese culture at all, but the impression I get is that Japanese folks are subtle in their communications. I wonder if it's not just ghouls that Shuu feels alienated from? Do you think he's adopted cultural customs and ways of speaking from European family and friends?

HE ISNT WRONG THOUGH LOOK AT YOMO FFS

I love his expression here. It's so joyful. Out of all the ghouls, Shuu is one that I think would deeply appreciate being human, if only for the foody experience. What do you think his favourite food would be? I don't think he'd be snobby at all - he'd love cheap ass junk food just as much as fancy stuff. He'd make a wonderful food critic.

For years I thought he'd cut Kaneki with a book lmao. His gaze whilst doing it gets me.

I feel like Shuu and Rize wouldve had too much in common to really get along. Also - who do you think would win in a fight?

I would love it if it was revealed that Rize gave him his nickname. We were robbed of the interactions between these two

I'm going to memorise this so I can utter it the next time someone insults the meal I make them.

I love his intensity. Shuu is the person who could be called the most disgusting slurs under the sun and laugh about it. You could threaten to kill his dad and he'd encourage you to try it. But I swear to god, if you mock one of his interests, he'll bring a biblical scale curse on you.that shits personal.

Of course this is here. Everyone knows this scene.

Oh ken you idiot. Imagine if he'd followed his intuition and made an excuse to leave. Would Shuu have outright attacked him? Or postponed it? What do you think?

[everybodyshusband]

Hi icon

4 for zephfrit?

FUCK YEAAHHH !!!!!! also i think this is me breaking my ifrit-writing viginity, so uhhh be kind <3

prompt four was "a kiss where it hurts" (576 words)

Ifrit groans tiredly as he rolls over towards his mate, arms reaching out to the side as he stretches his stiff muscles.

"Morning, dear," Zephyr chuckles from above as they do every morning. Ifrit will never stop insisting that it's weird the air ghoul wakes up early on the weekends to do the Saturday crossword puzzle in bed. "You slept alright?"

The fire ghoul groans again, electing to ignore his pillow in favour of resting his head on Zephyr's blanket-covered thigh. "Tiiiired," he whines, causing Zephyr to chuckle quietly again from behind their crossword.

"I'm not surprised," they muse. "You had a big day yesterday helping out in the greenhouses. You must be sore, Iffie."

"I ammmm," the fire ghoul complains sleepily, burrowing even further into his and Zephyr's blankets, drawing them up to his chin as he gets himself comfortable against to the air ghoul's side.

Zephyr's smile is not at all hidden by their newspaper but Ifrit decides to be polite—for once—and elects not to mention that the air ghoul is not as subtle as they think they are. "Do you want some of Ivy's tea? That always helps me when I'm full of aches and pains," they offer, adjusting one of their arms to drape across Ifrit's body and stroke his side gently.

Ifrit nods slowly. "Please?"

"Of course, dear. I'll message him to ask if he can make two cups and bring them in for us."

"Are you sore today as well?" Ifrit asks, raising his head ever so slightly to glance up at the air ghoul. "Oh shit, I didn't even ask," he realises. "How's all your, um... everything today, Zeph?"

They hum, tilting their head from side to side. "So-so. It isn't fantastic by any means," they admit. "But on the other hand, I've had much worse days than this."

"Poor baby..." Ifrit mumbles as he wraps his arms around Zephyr's waist prompting them to snort with laughter—and then groan in annoyance when they realise they've made an unwanted pen mark on their crossword paper. "Where does it hurt the most?"

Zephyr sighs. "Everywhere, as per usual."

Ifrit pouts, peppering soft kisses over every area of Zephyr's body he can reach—his right hip and... well that's about it really, but he maintains that it's the thought that counts. "That's no fun, baby."

"It's not," Zephyr admits, "but the tea will help, and it will help you too. Where are you hurting?"

Ifrit rolls over once again, groaning dramatically. "Everywhere, I'm dying, Zeph."

The air ghoul snorts, nodding along sarcastically. "I'm sure you are, Fritter."

"I am!" Ifrit cries out in mock indignation.

"Would you at least give me a concrete location for some of your sore muscles then, my love? I can't kiss your whole body better."

"You could try," Ifrit mumbles, rolling back over to re-latch onto the air ghoul like some kind of overly warm limpet.

Zephyr smiles agin. "Alright then." They gently pry one of the fire ghoul's hands from off of their waist and lift it up to their lips, looking down at Ifrit as they ghost their lips over each of his fingers.

"Oh," Ifrit breathes out, lifting his next arm up to Zephyr of his own accord.

"Now you're getting it, my dear," Zephyr teases, their words interspersed with gentle kisses to Ifrit's hand and arm. "You just relax and let me kiss some of the pain away until Ivy arrives with the tea."

[sassenashsworld]

FALLOUT 4 HEADCANONS

It is quite HeadCanon for me that Danse is able to make imitations, that he does them, and that he is even good at it. Well, maybe it’s because Peter Jessop has this talent and the day I heard him imitate his children, he made me laugh so much it's have stick. But, at least, that’s the same effect when Danse decides to make an imitation, like when he makes fun of Nora. And it’s so surprising from such a man, so serious, so… strict? (to be polite) When he decides to make an imitation to mock someone, no one can resist, everyone laughs. Especially when he imitates so well the tone of Nora despite his own excessively masculine voice.

It is totally HeadCanon that MacCready loves to experiment with all the ideas that come into his head, even if it’s completely absurd and anyone could say that it doesn’t make sense. Listen, this poor guy grew up in a cave with a bunch of kids, and the only way they could learn was to test. Everything! No basic knowledge! No school! No older, more experienced, wiser person to give them at least a few advices. "Is this mushroom good to eat?" Oh, he wasn’t, the guy died… But it also explains how MacCready came up with the idea of using a Mutfruit for…. something… intimate. I mean… WHO WOULD USE SUCH A FRUIT IN THIS WAY??? Well, he wondered about it, tried it, and it wasn’t so bad…

It is so HeadCanon that HANCOCK is the one who most encourage the strange ideas of things to test that MacCready can have. The ghoul is having a blast with the young! I mean, John Hancock, his story, his background, everything is so sad and horrible that the guy isn’t even able to be alone and sober with himself. He must get a little bit of fun, right? And he does. Asking MacCready some ridiculous questions. And of course, MacCready will try to see if it can… You see where I get?

It’s really HeadCanon that Deacon discovered the crazy fun Hancock takes in having some ridiculous stuff tested by MacCready. And that at first, he used this information as leverage to get some favors from Hancock. But Hancock only played the game for a while, talking out Deacon to keep extorting him, and convinced him to fuck it up with Mac. And it became a drug for Deacon. Whenever he is in Goodneighbor, he does NOT miss to visit MacCready and offer him an idea… ideally the most twisted possible. And Deacon has such an interesting way of presenting the thing that MacCready can never resist it and always ends up falling into the trap. He should have understood, by now, but his learning method is so dangerous and random, and Deacon looks so sincerely sorry when it fails, that Mac never had suspects anything…

We can never convince me that it is not HeadCanon, limit Canon, that Nick loves to read. He likes nothing more than sitting quietly at his desk late in the evening, reading through the remnants of pages that he may have found while investigating on a case or another. He spends a lot of time, when he walks by Goodneighbor, discussing with Daisy the new novel he has got his hands on. And don't be fool, the old detective, even if obviously he loves noir novels, doesn't stick only to that. He likes to read EVERYTHING. Poetry, soap opera, religious book, scientific articles. Whatever he puts his hand on, he reads it. Sosu often thinks that if they could get their hands on his core memory, there would be treasures of knowledge. Instead, they sit next to him at the end of the evening and Nick reads out loud for hours for them.

[yan-lorkai]

First time doing this, hopefully everything fine. From the yandere list, could I ask B & C for Alucard, please?

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Darling, you know Alucard. He doesn't mind being messy at all, in fact he bask on the blood and the guts. He likes it a little too much. He could slaughter thousands ghouls in your honor and bring each one of them to you as gifts if you wanted. Be flustered or afraid, he doesn't care. But just know that nothing nor anyone could keep you away from him, for his strength it's incomparable.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Surprisingly very well. I mean, it could be better in terms of accomodations because if Alucard ever ended up kidnapping his darling, I feel like he'll bring them back to his room, which is in fact very empty. Like literally, there's only his coffin there. Does he think you're going to sleep 24/07? Are he trying to teach you patience or something? Humans need distractions, Alucard! Books, games, anything! (He does gift you with things when you ask though).

Aside from this and the fact you have to sleep in a coffin, which may be bad already and even worse if you are claustrophobic, he treats you well. He doesn't like to scare without a good reason nor he is too condescending with you. He is as sweet and caring as he can muster.

[tainted-sweet-meats]

more oc lore weeee this time of Jìjìng the Void Ghoul

to see his full info check under the cut vvvvv

Full name: Jìjìng (寂静)

Gender/ sexuality:  genderfluid/ pansexual

Pronouns: He, they

Size: 6'1"

Species: Void Ghoul

Voiceclaim: N/A (regular voice), N/A (in an aggressive state)

Speech quirk

"you want to be my friend? How interesting...." "you look beautiful today.. and you smell enchanting as well.. very tempting to eat even.. haha" "sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry....." "Plz get away from me..get away....get..GET AWAYYYYYyyyyy FRooooOm meeEEEeee"

personality music N/A

General info

Jìjìng is a very special void ghoul. Unlike most of his kind, he has an interest in humans. Not just any interest like his kind naturally does. He wants what his kind can't offer. Which is bonds and emotional connection. His kind tends to only come around each other to breed which can be violent and one time interactions. It is unknown why Jìjìng wants more. It is believed that its due to the fact of how humanoid he is or the fact he dwells within the city watching humans more so than his kind does.

Jìjìng has had many interactions with humans, be it for food or for his interests. When making a friend Jìjìng is watchful. He tends to like good natured people. Those who show compassion and selfless acts will always gain the attention of Jìjìng. He will make his presence more noticeable by mimicking the voices of those said human trusts to see if they will react to the direction the call came from. At this rate Jìjìng's interest is peaked.

His aura is naturally alluring to a human, being strange in countenance. Most may interact with him first not realizing he was always there watching them for some time. He may not talk at first because he is trying to mentally gather stored information on said human. An the best way to interact with them in fear of scaring them off. He talks mumbled at best to avoid showing off his stained teeth. The eyes in his hair tend to stay shut to avoid giving his non-human figure away.

At this rate after grabbing the humans attention he seems some what aloof and quiet while the human chatters on softly about mundane things he doesn't understand much. In the processes he is learning about their kind. An slowly gaining interest with said human. An while his hunger can be invasive he enjoys their company and doesn't see them as food at this point. He becomes very protective of them, their needs, and even enjoys the sound of their voice as long as its not loud for long periods of time.

Language

A void ghoul's natural language is grunts, growls, snorting and lays heavy in body language. They also communicate with touch and examination. They are awfully good mimics and chances are if they speak to you, the voice they have is possibly from a past victim. Eating body parts help them mimic as well. The true form of an original void ghoul is not humanoid in origin. The more humans they eat, the more they assimilate to help them better survive and get closer to their food source. Eating the voice box and tongue helps them pick up language very well. They naturally have auditory mapping to mimic sounds or the voices their prey trusts if they hear it.

The best way to avoid a ghoul of his kind is to make sure to listen to a trusting call for more than 3 times. A ghoul never calls its prey past 3. It is unknown what that number means to them, but if a true human is calling you they will continue to do so and get closer to you as they call you. A ghoul will  lure you to them with a mock voice of those you trust in hopes of you falling for it.

Affection & Relationships

When Jìjìng is finally given affection such as hugs, physical closeness, kisses, or something suggesting more. He can get slightly panicked. He is in the age range where ghouls do breed but he is mentally not there. A ghouls peak is around 500-530 in age to show any form of interest beyond basic needs. As for humans he does not fully grasp them or the fast turn around they have for such acts. He can play hard to get unknowingly by keeping his distance. An he only acts this way when he smells a particular spicy scent off of said human. He is not interested at best for this since he is only 525 years of age. This is normal for his age. They are very fickle at this point of their life.

He can still give affection. Once the human is aware of what he is and still accepts him, he shows affection the only way a ghoul knows how to. Bringing back kills for them to show they are good enough. He guttural growls to push comfort to said human he has interest in. The growling is very low in tone and can some what mimic purring. The purring seems to be of the same frequency that tigers and lions give off when content.

He will try to scent mark said human by rubbing on them to fend off other ghouls from trying to attack his human. A warning that he will brutally attack others of his kind for trespassing. The scent from his plasma hair is calming to those that like him but putrid to others who have ill will towards him or anyone scented with his personal smell. 

Jìjìng is also slightly panicked with women from the human species. He assumes they are like his own. Violent when interested. An a male void ghoul has to keep on his toes when interacting. He assumes that like his own they will become vicious, demanding and even physically challenging to force him to show what he is worth to them. A void ghoul female is much bigger physically and do bully the males away from hunting grounds and living territory that have more of their food source on it.

While a human is smaller in size to him it is just mentally ingrained instinct wise that a female with interest wont think twice on taking his life. So the sudden interest can give him slight anxiety. He tends to calm down once said human shows affection versus a challenge or fight that could end him. He tends to forget that humans and void ghouls are not the same at all. But you can't fault him, he is a creature driven naturally by instinct.

Once with said human he tends to be at peace trying to get used to their ways and even food. Even though human food tastes good it gives him no nutritional value what so ever. Jìjìng will humor his human interest with doing human things just to see them happy. He is a very simple creature at best.

Natural Instincts vs Self Indulgence

Though Jìjìng loves humans, he can't help but..love them a bit too much. He makes off handed comments on how they smell and forgets telling a human they taste great isn't the best compliment. It's very hard for him to make friends with one of his kind much less with humans since they are very very noisy creatures. But due to his ghoulish nature he is naturally drawn to them due to them being a food source for his kind. Unlike other ghouls... He wants more than sustenance from a human.

He sees how humans interact with each other..embraces, kisses, holding hands, even uttering sweet vows of lasting love. It's something he curiously yearns for. Due to his humanoid like features. He tends to pass off as some edgy person..unknowing to humans he's very far from that. He has made friends before but they don't last too long.

It's not like he doesn't try to keep friends, but sometimes hunger gets the better of him. An even worse something he can't truly control..his reaction to noise. Most void ghouls hate excessive, unbalanced and erratic noises. It causes them to be violent and have the need to get rid of whatever is making the noise, permanently. In this state they truly seem inhuman in origin.  

Lucky for said human, if they pay attention they can tell his moods by how his mock plasma hair reacts. Usually in a state of near aggression his multi-eyes will zero in on whatever is causing the distress. It will start to move and slightly separate. If said human is not careful and doesn't realize what their noise is doing it will lash out grab them. The last thing they will see is a cage of eyes before the noise causes the chamber to explode taking the life of said human and Jìjìng's head with it.

His head comes back together after his fit of rage but the friend doesn't come back. Once He is back to normal he is filled with regret and a voracious yearning to be close. His memory of you is gone by then though. It's very tragic since in this state he is confused, angry, alone, depressed and horribly hungry. He will end up eating said friend who was caught it the explosion. Not realizing it was a human they have befriended or even loved in his own way.

Memory issues

Being close and having the devotion of a void ghoul can be rewarding but ...they do suffer from memory issues due to the rage fits they get. After each head explosion they tend to forget who their friends or close ones are. It's a tragic cycle for a void ghoul, which is why so many of his kind are loners. They tend to hate the burning pain of unremembered loss and just submerge themselves in hunger to forget the pain.

A gentle reminder can ensure your safety back into their heart. That is if you didn't cause the explosion or some how miraculously avoided it. While they might of forgotten for a short time, jog their memory with something meaningful. Maybe your void ghoul gave you a special gift? Show it to them. They usually give gifts that have meaning to them or their kind. Have something with their scent on it, maybe they made you borrow a shirt of theirs for this very reason, if they are about to attack you show them the shirt first. They may smell it for a while before looking at you in confusion and roughly tackling you in a hug. While trying to remember you. In doing so they cover you with their scent in hope they don't forget you ever again.

A sure fire way if you don't have the first 2  items on  you is to say their name 3 times. A void ghoul never gives out their name unless it is some one they have great devotion to. These creatures believe it is a powerful thing and who ever has it could control them. Usually during a mid attack on said human if they say the ghouls name 3 times..the creature will stop dead in its,tracks confused. Trying to figure out how do you know it and if they knew you prior. In doing so they will sniff around you. Usually your scent without them being in a state of rage will jog their memory of you as well. This will result in them making a grunt like cry in a panic that they almost killed you.

They will slowly make their way towards you, scared that you will run from them. If anything they can be caught making that off purring sound in order to coax you back to them. Signalling that they are harmless to you. The purring seems pained and very strained after all the fuss. In a state of confusion and pain they will try to get back into your good graces anyway possible.

These poor creatures are very much emotionally volatile and once they remember you they can become overjoyed and then sad because they almost ate someone they cared for. They become attentive and clingy afterwards. They will bring you gifts throughout the remembering period, even miscellaneous pieces of flesh to feed you. I would just take it and say you will eat it later just to be polite at their efforts.

Jìjìng, while special, is not the only one of his kind with his nature and interests. As time progresses and modernizes, void ghouls have a natural need to progress and adapt which makes his kind as well as himself complicated on many levels.

Likes: Quiet spaces, dark areas, flesh of any kind, affection, quiet talk, metal music, rhythmic tempo

Dislikes: loud noises, crowded spaces, aggressive friends, being yelled at, being pushed away

[sentientgolfball]

Ghoulette Appreciation: Week 9

not gonna lie I was almost late with this one

Read here or on Ao3

Word Count: 1982

Pairing: Mistshine

Summary: Mist gets caught between Sunshine and Ifrit

Sunshine giggles to herself from where she’s sitting at the table in the common area. It’s Sunday which means she has the whole place to herself unless Delta decided to pay a visit. She doubted he would though, he usually liked to visit Pebble and Ivy on the quiet days at the Ministry. She used this to her advantage. 

It’s been about a week since she recovered from her water induced illness and she’s been more energetic than ever before. She’s been keeping up with her messenger ghoul duties just fine, but she’s been itching to do something more. Really she can’t be blamed for the envelopes she’s stuffing full of glitter. It wasn’t her fault Ifrit had splashed her while on cleaning duty with a shout of ‘fish out of water’ and a laugh. Truly she can’t be blamed. Ifrit started it. 

“Do I even want to know?” 

Sunny jumps with a yelp when she hears the voice from her left. She whips her head in the direction only to see Zephyr emerging from the bedroom hallway. 

“Zeph what are you still doing here?” She chuckles nervously. 

“Decided to take the day off” they stalk to the kitchen, leaning their cane against the counter while they sift through the fridge. 

Sunny’s eyebrows shoot up “Does that mean Frit is here too?” 

“No I told him to go off, but he’s on standby incase it gets worse” 

They emerge from the kitchen with some snacks and one of the heating pads with an animal face on it. Sunny frowns at the pinch in their expression. 

“I could help if you want. I’m not as warm as Ifrit, Alpha, or Dew but still.” 

They shake their head giving her a small smile “Really it’s fine. Ifrit will come if I need him, plus I wouldn’t want to take away from whatever that is” they gesture to the pile of envelopes and glitter. 

She giggles “Alright if you say so, but uh if you doooo end up calling for Frit let me know so I can hide.” 

“Will do” they give a mock salute and head back to their room. 

Sunshine watches them go before returning to the task at hand. 

~~~

“What is the purpose of this?” Mist asks, crossing their arms watching Ifrit. 

“Sunshine has been dealing with a lot recently, yeah? Everyone being gone on tour, the bullies, her little element sickness.” 

“Correct.” 

“Figured I do something for her to help cheer her up a bit. Remind her she’s cared about.” 

Mist tilts her head. 

“Not that you’re not doing a great job of that! You are! But just…reminding her that other people still care about her.” 

“That makes sense, however what does that have to do with that?” 

Mist gestures to the stack of sponges that are currently half covered in frosting. She had come into the main kitchen hoping to grab some leftovers from lunch. Instead, she ran into Ifrit in an apron surrounded by mixing bowls. 

“This my dear sweet Mist is exactly what Sunny needs.” 

“You are aware you cannot eat sponges. If you want to bake her a cake I am sure there is a recipe for a real sponge cake somewhere in here.” 

“Controlled chaos Mist. Controlled chaos.” 

“I still do not understand, but if you are doing it to help Sunshine feel appreciated then I would like to help.” 

Ifrit breaks into a wide grin “Excellent. All I need you to do is—“ 

His phone pings and he glances at it where it’s propped up against the carton of heavy whipping cream. He wipes his hands on the front of his apron before grabbing it, quickly typing out a reply. 

“Okay change of plans, Zeph needs me. If you wanna still help all you gotta do is finish covering the sponges in the frosting and then write something on the top. Maybe congratulating her for her work with her water, just make it look as close to a real cake as possible.” 

“I will try.” 

Ifrit smiles at Mist. He gives her a quick kiss on the forehead before putting his apron away and leaving for the den. 

~~~

It’s not until a day later that Sunshine and Ifrit interact with each other long enough for Sunny to strike. Ifrit had come back to the den and Sunny was nowhere to be found. When dinner rolled around and Ifrit nor Zephyr emerged from their room, she knew it was not her day. 

Oh but now. Now she was able to corner him. With tour being underway Sunshine wasn’t very busy when it came to her duties. The Clergy was too focused on the success of the Ghost Project. She occasionally had some texts to deliver from the archives, but nothing overtly important. She was mostly given busy work, but for once this worked in her favor. 

She had found Ifrit with a group of Siblings. They were busy cleaning the chapel. Ifrit was there to lift the pews to make it easier for them. Sunny giggled at the obvious looks he was getting everytime he moved and his muscles visibly rippled under his uniform. 

“Hey tough guy” she calls “I have something for you!” 

He sets the pew he had picked up down, turning towards her with a questioning tilt of his head. Sunny waved an envelope in the air. 

“Got your assignments for next week!” 

His eyes light up and he turns to the closest Sister, asking to be excused for a moment. He pats her on the shoulder, thanking her before bounding over to Sunshine. 

“Whatcha got for me Sunny bunny?” 

“You lucked out. I don’t know who’s dick you’re sucking to get these easy hours.” 

He takes the envelope with a chuckle “I can answer that question for you.” 

“I would rather you didn’t, but it’s totally Terzo isn’t it.” 

He flashes a fang filled grin before slicing through the envelope with a claw. The moment he does blue glitter explodes out, covering him in the shiny dust. Sunshine giggles watching him spit glitter out of his mouth and slowly blinking open his eyes. The Siblings look up at the noise, groaning when they see the mess. 

“How did you even get it to do that?”

“A magician never reveals her secrets.”

“Mhm well this little magician better run away before the Siblings get ahold of her.” 

Sunny glances past Ifrit’s frame, making eye contact with three very irritated looking humans. 

“You maaaaay have a point” she roots around in her bag “here. Your actual assignments for next week are somewhere in here.”

She hands him a stack of 10 identical envelopes. 

“Good luck figuring it out!” She calls as she books it out of the chapel. 

He watches her go with a glint in his eyes “exploding glitter” he muses to himself. 

He turns around to face the Siblings. He opens his mouth to say something but is immediately cut off.

“If you open a single letter in here you’re getting sacrificed on the next Sabbath.” 

“Noted.” 

He exits the chapel, leaving a trail of glitter behind him. 

Sunshine spent the rest of the day on her toes. She knew Ifrit would do something to get her back, she just didn’t know how quickly he could strike. Though, the longer the day went without an incident the more she relaxed. If he tried something in the den it would be easy for her to evade. Maybe he wasn’t even going to get her back today. That gave her more time to come up with something bigger and better. 

Once she finished taking pictures for Mountain in the greenhouse, she made her way back to the den. She was immediately greeted to the sight of Aether and Ifrit curled up on the couch. Mist and Zephyr were sitting at the table sharing a quiet conversation over tea. She can hear Alpha in the kitchen cursing at a plastic container for not opening. 

She hesitates only for a moment, eyes quickly scanning the area to see if Ifrit planted anything. When she’s satisfied she closes the door behind her and greets everyone, making her way over to the table to sit next to Mist. When she sits, Mist stands. She makes a confused chirp, tilting her head. 

“I have something for you” they inform her, heading off to the kitchen. 

“For me? What did I do?” Her tail flicks excitedly behind her. 

Mist returns with her hands behind her back “You have progressed quite far, I feel like you deserve this.” 

They present a cake with white frosting, the word congratulations written in cursive with blue frosting. Sunny’s eyes light up when they place it on the table in front of her. She looks between the cake and Mist. 

“You made this for me? For me?” 

“Yes” they nod, “you have come very far with your water lessons, so I wanted to do something.” 

Mist steals a glance at Ifrit on the couch while Sunny is distracted with the cake. He smiles wide and gives her a thumbs up. When they return their gaze to Sunshine, she looks like she’s ready to pounce. 

“Sunshine ghoulette please do not use your hands” Aether calls from the couch. 

She hisses at him but relents “Alpha! Bring me a knife!” 

Alpha growls from the kitchen. There’s a brief moment of silence before he walks over, setting the knife down with more force than necessary. 

“Did you have to give her the biggest one we have?” Zephyr raises an eyebrow. 

“You wanted a knife I brought a knife” he grumbles, stalking back to the kitchen. 

“What’s got him so fired up?” Sunny asks examining the cake, trying to decide where to cut first. 

“He lost the fight to the leftovers container” Zephyr whispers. 

Sunny giggles as she sinks the knife into the cake. It goes through the top layer of frosting with ease, but it stops. She pauses, raising an eyebrow before pushing down again. 

“What the fuck?” 

She starts to saw with the knife, hissing when it barely starts to break through. 

“Household appliances two, ghouls zero” Zephyr deadpans, watching the struggle. 

Sunny abandons the knife in favor of her claws, tearing through the cake with ease. She stares at the inside of it for a moment, processing what she sees. Ifrit sits up and laughs. She glances up at him, then over to Mist, and then back down to the fake cake. 

“Do you like it? Ifrit said this would make you feel appreciated” Mist asks. 

“Mist” Sunny sets the halves down, frosting covering her hands “this is…” 

“Yes?” 

“This is amazing! I expect something like this out of sparky over there but this is even better! I didn’t know you had it in you!” 

Sunny grabs their face, pulling them to a kiss and smearing the frosting all over them. Mist chirps in surprise before kissing her back, loosely wrapping her tail around her waist. Ifrit makes a fake gagging noise. Sunshine breaks the kiss and stares at him. 

“You!” She hisses before jumping over the back of the couch to tackle him. 

“Sunny I swear to the hells if you stain this couch” Aether threatens, but there’s a smile on his face. 

Mist returns to her spot at the table, watching Ifrit and Sunny wrestle with a soft smile. Zephyr chuckles. 

“What is it?” 

“Nothing I just. You have no idea the can of worms you opened.” 

“I do not care. It is worth it if I get to see her like this.” 

Mist had decided long ago they’d do anything to keep Sunshine smiling, if they had to cause a little trouble here and there to make it happen then so be it. The feeling in their chest, the glow in her eyes would always be worth it. Sunny was always worth it.

[dearspiritss]

“Aggressive.” - Swiss/Dew

+ some Mount content.

Kinktober day 3: hate sex WARNING: no prep used

Sorry it’s very late, I’m working on it >:( For now, enjoy!

He doesn’t know how long they’ve been like this, nor does he care. He’s so fucking over it.

Dew and Swiss had been at each others throats for a week now, and no one knows why. The only thing that everyone knows is that they keep dragging Mountain into it, and he’s sick of it. He was happy to help in the beginning, thinking that it would settle their feud, but he soon found out how wrong he was.

If Mountain were to choose one’s side, the other would throw a fit. It only added the tension between the two, making them impossibly worse.

The sharp sound of glass shattering pulled him from his afternoon nap. He groaned, dragging himself to find where the sound came from. When he walked into the kitchen, he immediately spotted Dew and Swiss on opposite sides of the island. Swiss had Aurora and Phantom at his sides, and Dew had Rain and Cirrus at his own. “What the fuck happened.”

They all turned around, eyes wide and jaws hung open. Dew managed to slip out of the two ghoul’s hands and ran over to the earth ghoul. “Mount, Swiss was being mean..” He looked up at Mountain with watery eyes, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. “Don’t let him butter you up! The fucker threw a plate at me!” Dew growled in the multi’s direction.

“Enough. I’ve had enough of you two and your bullshit.” He spoke firmly, picking Dew up and throwing him over his shoulder. “The fuck do you think you’re doin?!” Mountain ignored the fire ghoul, making his way in long strides over to Swiss. “I’ve tried to help, but it seems like neither of you want to listen.” He wrapped an arm around Swiss’ waist, hauling him underneath his arm.

“Mount, what are you doing?!” He growled down at Swiss, and he went silent. He grumbled all the way back to the hall about how tired he was and how they woke him up from his nap, but the two couldn’t focus on a word he was saying. They knew they were fucked, Mountain was pissed.

Kicking open the door and dropping the two gentle onto the floor, he crossed his arms and stared at the two. “You two are going to stay in here until you settle whatever issue you’ve got going on. I don’t care if you talk it out or fuck it out, just do whatever you need to do to fix it.” And with that he slammed the door shut, locking it from the outside.

Swiss winced as he stood, holding onto his side. “He didn’t have to be so- shit- fucking rough.” Dew rolled his eyes and stood as well, crossing his arms. “Can handle getting roughed up? Pathetic.” Dew scoffed, rolling his eyes. Within a second, he went from standing to being pinned down onto the bed. “Swiss- get the fuck off me!” He hissed and scratched, but failed, going limp under the multi.

“The only reason we’re like this right now is because you can’t take a fucking joke.” Dew laughed, turning his head. “You call that a joke? You insulted my appearance.” Swiss looks down at him with disbelief. “Yes! It was a fucking joke, Dew! I said you looked like death, I was just trying to lighten the mood.” The fire ghoul rolled his eyes, mocking Swiss. “Yeah right.”

Swiss flipped him over in one swift movement, dragging his hips up. “You always have such a nasty attitude about everything just to get attention. You want attention so bad? I’ll give it to you.” With that, he tore Dew’s sweatpants off and threw them to the side. “Wait, wait, wait- Swiss,“ He growled and Dew shut his mouth as fast as he’d opened it.

Swiss undid his jeans, kicking them off with his boxers and giving himself a few strokes. He positioned himself behind the ghoul, roughly grappling his hips. “Prep- Swiss, prep-“ Swiss laughed, thick and laced with venom. “You don’t need prep, you’ve had Mountain wrapped around your finger.” He leaned down, right next to Dew’s ear, whispering innocently into his ear-

“These walls are thin, Dew.”

He pushed into Dew, bottoming out in one fluid thrust. A scream attempted to escape from his throat, but all that came out was choked breath. Swiss set a brutal pace, not giving him the chance to catch his breath. “You talk all that shit just to end up like this, crying beneath me. So pathetic.” He mocked, already breathless. Dew knew the multi was close, but if he could say different about himself he would.

He was so embarrassingly close from Swiss ramming directly into that one spot that made him see stars. He moaned, high-pitched and feminine. His vision went white as he came hard, entire body spasming and giving out. The feeling of Dew tightening around him sent him flying over the edge, doubling over Dew’s sweaty back.

He pulled out, bringing Dew to his chest. “Shit- Was I too rough, maybe I should’ve prepped you- Fuck, I’m sorry.” Dew came to, looking up at Swiss before pushing him back and smothering him with a kiss. “No, I’m sorry. You’re right, I need to learn how to take a joke and stop being so aggressive. Can we just go back to the way it was, please?” He flopped down onto Swiss’ chest, visibly deflating.

“I’ve missed this..” Swiss chuckled, nodding and pulling the blanket up and onto them. “Anything for you, spitfire.”

[chounaifu]

His relationship with Archer.

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with other muses. // @exnusquam @reiketsui

Proton's eyes dart over, pupils sharpening. He bites the inside of his lip, not saying a word out loud; his mind is flooded with thoughts he wouldn't dare put to word so easily.

'His hatred was conditional and confusing. I don't recognize either of us when we're alone together. He takes a piece of my ruined soul every time we meet. Soon I won't have anything left.'

'It hasn't always been like this.'

'I hated him the way a starved man scorns the gods for keep the stomachs of rich men filled.'

Slowly spinning his balisong on one finger, Proton glances up to the ceiling, watching the flickering of the fluorescent lights, listening to the buzzing of electricity between his ears, that awful metal-on-metal sound that had burrowed into his cranium and never left.

"He's the first one I saw when I woke up from my coma," Proton reveals, his eyes moving back and forth, following the pattern of the flickering. Silent images manifest at the front of his mind. There he had been, barely clinging to life, his body mangled and ruined, while nobody was certain that he would even be capable of being revived-- he'd opened his eyes, every single cell in his body full of agony-- and he saw the color blue.

"Fuckin' shocked me, we hated each other back then, but he still showed up, and he always does when I need him," he admits, his thoughts trailing to shouting matches and snide remarks-- to judgmental glares and mocking laughter. They couldn't be any MORE opposite of one another-- pride versus shame, chaos versus order-- Proton had existed as a ghoul, a source of frustration, a walking antagonist for the frigid man as he effortlessly approached the pedestal he had situated himself on top of, the one that Archer looked down upon others while flaunting his superiority.

"And I'll always show up when he needs me too," just as he had done when Archer had spiraled when their leader abandoned them. Proton had fought against paranoia with both words and weapons in order to bring the second-in-command back to reality, so that he could press the kiss of loyalty to his trembling knuckles.

One man attempts to muzzle another. A leash is tied around a neck. Blades are pressed to a throat. Their mutual hatred morphed into a monstrous, obsessive need to prove superiority over one another, until the madness seeped deeper into the bone marrow than ANY chronic illness could ever reach. They needed each other the way that the ocean needs the moon in order to churn and be alive.

'I won't let anybody make you bleed.' 'I'm the only one who is allowed to kill you.' 'But first, I'll kill all of the shame in you.'

Eventually, a symbolic prince is cast aside-- when the black and the white swan are not forced to contend against one another for a crown forged with invisible expectations-- when they do not feel the need to wear the identity of a society that did not see them as human, they find themselves unable to resist each other.

The repo man chuckles, and sighs, the sound echoing against the walls of the warehouse. The butterfly knife spins, and spins, and spins.

"I don't think you have the stomach to hear the full extent of what he means to me. You wouldn't get it."

Opposites certainly attract, once the opposing force no longer has control over their perceptions of each other.

The hatred vanished mutually without a word an extremely long time ago, and was replaced with something else.

It's grotesque, vulnerable, and burns like hunger. And he refuses to starve.

[blookmallow]

my brain is buzzing with anxiety so im oddly in the exact right space to binge through something (which i can usually NEVER do unless its video games) but not to like, analyze very well but anyway im enjoying the fallout show immensely. i expected id probably at least like it for the Hey Look, It's That Thing You Like references but its genuinely really engaging. im gonna try to say some things. i have like. 2 more episodes i think

i knew the ghoul was going to be my favorite the moment i knew there was a ghoul bc ghouls are always my favorite but he is. his storyline is so fascinating to me and i am So into him even though they could've done a way better job with his face. i realize im saying that and then not really talking about him that much but all my brain is giving me is "hes so fucked up i want him" so lets move on

the vault tec cult vibe is so strong and so well done. the contrast of "creepy isolated dystopia that thinks its the perfect society / this is the only fucking place left in the world that's clean and safe. people are nice to you. there's food that isn't, like, irradiated mystery organ slurry" vs the chaos and lawlessness of the wasteland, the brutality and ungodly horror of everyday life on the surface / the freedom of choice and expression and the Realness of it. is it better to be controlled but safe, living in a box but a clean well-supplied box, or to be free and know the truth and face Reality but have to live in squalor in constant danger. i feel like the moral questions and social commentary really vibes with the intentions of the fallout games from what ive played through so far, it's taking those thematic elements and expanding on it in a way that's really engaging and interesting.

i love our vault girl so much. she's sweet and sheltered and naive but she's not stupid. she's fucking Brave. she's determined. she believes in the good in people and believes in kindness to the core of her being not because she's brainwashed but because she's a genuinely good person who wants to fix things in a way vault tec never did. she's facing the destruction of everything she believed in and choosing in spite of it all, to stay kind anyway. she has been mocked and hurt and humiliated and degraded but still she chooses kindness. not because she feels like she has to. not because she's too dumb to know better. but because she believes in it. the "golden rule, motherfucker" moment ruined me

i still don't really understand what the brotherhood of steel is or does but i feel like this has at least given me a clearer concept of their culture and beliefs than ive ever gotten before. maybe i need to do a fallout 4 run siding with them to understand them better

i love well meaning dumbass brotherhood boy. ive forgotten his name because he keeps using "titus" which i know wasn't his name but he's cute

completely blindsided by matt berry mr. handy but then realized you know what, they're right, i could not imagine better casting without using the original voice. i love that for him. they did the "extremely politely murders the fuck out of you and then apologizes for the inconvenience" so well also

the gore is so fucking good they captured the casual but hilariously gratuitous violence excellently. we got limbs getting blown off. we got heads exploding. i love this. no notes

im just. im just so happy for good writing and an engaging storyline. so much of media these days suffers from absolute dogshit writing and i expected this to look cool and be sort of generically fun if you like fallout but mostly empty references, and i was completely wrong and i am so happy to be wrong

that said, where are the super mutants. where are the deathclaws. give me super mutants and death claws

[the-scarecrow-of-aus]

(Don't you love it when tumblr posts something that's meant to be saved)

"Sure I know her, we hung out at a few winter solstice festivals a while back, we even tried dating, of course that was before her dad and his cultists tried to gatecrash it and sell her to me as a bride. ...it really killed the mood for the rest of that last festival though".

Batmans eyes snapped to dannys face looking concerned "you met trigon? What exactly did he want from you to offer his daughter?" Danny shrugged before counting off on his fingers "Everything I could have given him basically. the ghost kings army, a physical body capable of anchoring him in reality and containing his power, access to the infinite realms... I didn't actually help him in the end if that's your concern?"

"What's the ghost kings army?" Whispered spoiler to nightwing who shrugged in reply "uh, the army of a ghostly king?" The fairies had settled on nightwings head and shoulders and were examining his costume. "Nightwing! Please be careful, those fairies are related to the cobbler elves from the fable. Unless you want to be unable to stop dancing in your old disco-wing outfit, politely decline any costume designs they suggest out of hand".

Nightwing startled stared closer at the fairies, one of them had pulled out a small measuring tape and was measuring his bodies dimensions while muttering to another one. "Huh, cool! Wait, you remember the disco-wing suit? Nobody remembers that!" "We try not to" giggled spoiler.

"My sister does, she's been secretly fangirling over you since Haley's circus. I visited her at gotham U a while back and spotted the disco-wing body pillow in her wardrobe- uh, spoiler please don't tickle Val too much, she might bite you out of sheer vindictiveness". Danny's attention switched to spoiler as nightwing and batman froze from his words.

Spoiler jumped and stopped petting the salamander "Sorry! Didn't mean to upset her". Danny smiled "oh its not that, she's just unhappy she's stuck in that form. My ex got infected with an extra dimensional parasite and to stop it from harming her and others I had to turn her into a cold blooded reptile to starve it out!"

Danny picked the salamander up and petted her gently "Valerie can't see very well and your costume is similar to the person who infected her so she might think you were vlad coming to mock her"

Constantine was grinning as he spoke up "so you turned your ex into an animal, huh, I didn't think you would have as much misfortune in your relationships as me!" Danny stared at constantine annoyed "I don't, unlike you and anyone around you. the fenton luck only affects me, i get on well with all my ex's 'and' I make sure to shield them from harm. Also my choice was turn her into a 'reptile'" danny stressed the word "or she turns into a flesh eating ghoul loose on the world. Besides, it's only one more week before her checkup then she's human again and back to bounty hunting!"

Danny turned to batman still watching him "now, since we've moved past the whole 'whose the better occultist' you mind telling me what the situation is that requires the bats on my doorstep and knowing about me?"

Batman didn't blink as he stated slowly "you know nightwings identity?" Danny cocked an eyebrow and gave his best legally blonde impersonation "what, like it's hard? If it helps nobody else will figure it out the same way. Jazz thought he had a cute butt when she saw him perform then proceeded to play 'match the butts' when he was robin. I personally put a seal on the dead so nobody would speak your identities without permission of their king. Now, again. what did you need help with?"

Constantine coughed and shuffled before speaking "uh, I um discovered recently that the demons I had contracts with sold them to someone unknown, I have to go find out who has them before something bad might happen".

"Uh huh, is that all or can you get out of my office?" Danny turned to a glowing filing cabinet and started rooting around in it. "What? No, oh no not constantine, life is cruel' or are you a 'ha, suffer hellblazer, actions have consequences!'"

"Neither, I learnt my lessons when I was younger, I'm a 'deal with this now before it's a problem later' kind of person, here. Get out of my office" danny dumped a pile of contracts on the desk "93% total contracts on a one John 'hellblzer' Constantine. 5% belongs to the ghost king and is untradable, any further attempts to sell your soul or first-born will summon a skeleton who will observe the situation then smack you in the back of the head. You're welcome"

Constantine looked stumped at the pile of contracts, you bought them from the demons? Why?"

"Bought? Those idiots can't play poker without cheating and I'm better at it. They also got sloppy when I put the crown up as prize, told them the crowns not worth fractions of a mortals soul" danny winked at spoiler "I got three magic swords, two powerful grimoires and atrocitus's stolen red power battery which I'm using to power the sun in my living room!"

"Now if you'll excuse me I have a client coming in soon who wants to talk to her departed husband, Nestor really want to tell Minnie about his time in the afterlife"

Danny shuffled them out of his office and towards the front door, nightwing put up a hand and asked as danny got them outside his door "uh what happened with trigon, he didn't just accept a no did he?"

"No, but when he threatened to blow up the festival I willingly took him to the sarcophagus of eternal sleep and gave him the key... then I pushed him into it and locked it again, now pariahs got a room mate"

"Ta ta!" Was the last thing said as danny closed the door

-

(Danny's definitely investing in a peep-hole for the front door and taking a page from madame xanadu)

Bonus: how danny treats pariah (and now also trigon) in the sarcophagus of eternal sleep.

"Oh, fuck no." The door is slammed, unfortunately for him, the guy stuck his foot in the jamb and pushed it open again.

"C'mon luv!" Constantine smiles charmingly, not waiting for Danny and entering the apartment.

At least Batman, Nightwing and Spoiler had the patience to wait for him to invite them in. Sagging against the door, he beckoned them inside.

Despite the caution, Spoiler gleefully stepped in, looking around like a child in an amusement park— which might not be too far off.

His apartment is, with all its wards and enchantments, very magical inside than it is outside.

The planetary system of another world, used as light for the living room and for practice.

(Nightwing is careful with what he touches. He still remembers the hours they spent in Mumbo Jumbo's hat.)

Batman on the other hand is following Constantine and Danny to what he assumes to be the office, if the amount of magical stuff carelessly laying around means anything.

"Alright fucker, what are you doing here? And how did you even know I live in gotham?"

John had the audacity to look abashed, scratching the back of his head with a nervous chuckle.

"Something came up and you know Gotham doesn't like me. She is much more used to you and I wanted to introduce bats to you, in case of emergency."

The young adolence stares owlishly.

(How did Constantine expect him to act at the fact that he's trusting a magical situation into the hands of a stranger?

Batman isn't sure how good the boy even is!)

"That's incredible thoughtful of you Connie." Danny hums. "What did you lose for your sorry ass to come here?"

Spoiler snorts, petting a red salamander. "He didn't lose anything." She reassures with a wave, giving an exaggerated smile and raising her brows to show that she's finding it very amusing.

Constantine sputters.

"Ancient knows how Zatanna and Raven deal with him."

Nighteing perks up from the side where he'd looked over the books, some pixie fairies(?) fawning over him? "Raven? You know her?"

Danny suppresses another sigh.

[messengerhermes]

Do we really need to meme on 14 year olds for acting like young people who are still learning how to regulate their emotions at an age in which they've abruptly had a massive increase in "adult" responsibilities thrust onto them, while not being given any new resources or tools to cope with their feelings and this increased expectation of independence? Also you know, maybe the 14 year olds aren't the problem, maybe it's the disturbing trends in our pop culture towards authoritarianism and social surveillance combining with regressive conservative values.

Bullying children for inappropriate online behavior does not teach them boundaries. It reinforces the idea that it's acceptable to be an asshole online to an entire group of people if one person from that group annoys you enough.

[mscottontail-stash]

Riding High

“You’d lost meaning in faith, in love and in your work, and so music had appeared as your natural savior.“

In which you embarks on a tour with Swedish ghouls and anti-popes.

I've been obsessed with Ghost for years and I cannot wait to see them in TWO WEEKS so let me share my random reverie as a way to cope with this infernal wait. Papa bless!

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I. Hemera ☼

If you could have drowned yourself under the bottle you held over your face, you would have happily done so.

The splash of water was powerless to cool you off, however, so you settled for the worn-out leather couch of your cramped lodge and let your drenched body fall flat. The room was abuzz with a mixture of excitement and exhaustion, where musicians and crew members hurriedly moved about.

Your hair clung to your skin as you tried to catch your breath, and the sorry state of your outfit told the tale of this evening’s performance: the dark fabric around your torso was as soaked as the rest of your body, and you didn’t need to check the vanity to know your corpse-like makeup was running black powder and red lipstick all the way down to your neck. Removing your leather pants was also going to be a real pain, but none of these details could manage to remove the euphoria that had taken a hold on your heart: you were a performer.

This journey had started a year ago, a few months before your twenty-seventh birthday. You had always loved music, but sadly it had been a passion squeezed between your job and your obligations. You’d been part of a group before, as a starry-eyed teenager thinking this road would lead to the likes of Metallica or Avenged Sevenhold. It had been a silly aspiration, yet one you had worked yourself to the bone for, taking up guitar and losing yourself in the dream every weekend inside of your friends’ garage.

Then life had crept up on you as it so often does, and repetitions had spaced out. Bandmates moved away and your bond faded, until all that remained were a few concerts a year with your church’s choir. For someone who had always mocked religion, you sure had relied on the faith to carry the torch you desperately maintained for music.

Days went by, college years and shitty jobs along with them, and then it came to be that you had settled for a soundless routine. Still, you listened and twitched a few cords here and there, watching the world passes you by.

Until a day of March when you had found yourself walking away from your flat and the person you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with. Music was the ember you had been more than happy to fan until it overcame the empty spaces of your life. Repetitions, tutorials, classes, it all came back with a vengeance and the salary of your museum curator job, something you’d once been proud of but was now setting you on the edge of a professional burn-out.

You’d lost meaning in faith, in love and in your work, and so music had appeared as your natural savior. This is why today was so important. All the gruesome hours, the amount of shit small bands had to put up with to carve a small place for themselves—the extra amount of shit girls in the industry had to take with a smile as they boiled- it all led up to the thirty-minutes set you had just finished. Even with your sore muscles it still felt like a fever dream, a delusion your hours of repetitions had somehow conjured in the small backstage room.

But you had stood on the stage. Hidden in your long flowing dress you had started the impossible high solo of the Aria Miserere mei, Deus, befuddling the grizzled metalheads composing the crowd with such a holy choir air. Still they had listened quietly, leaving only your soprano notes high above the black sky. A deafening silence had followed, one you had spent on the edge of a cliff before your bandmates materialized upon the stage to let the proverbial hells break loose.

It had been a simple set of three covers embodying the assignment of the night: “Love, Sweden & the Church”, a funny kind of theme that the large festival had handed to any prospective bands the year before. Your bandmates had dismissed the offer at first, but to you it had been the closest to a calling one could get. What else could so easily suit an ex-choir girl with a broken heart and a passion for metal?

Your rendition of Heaven is Here by Florence and the Machine had been an energetic start while your focus had honed onto the careful choreography woven with the lights and sounds. Anxiety had been high for your first huge venue in front of so many spectators, and yet once your heavy dress had been shed and the first riff of guitar started everything had disappeared into your craft. That first act had garnered a salvo of cheers, which meant a lot from people who were truly here for the main act. Warming up the crowd had felt natural, as cheeky as one can be when you had asked spectators if they minded a little disco in their metal. The five of you had been especially proud to belt the legendary ABBA hymn, Gimme Gimme Gimme tinged with enough bass and the appropriate amount of on-stage foolery.

You’d left the people of the venue with one last original song, Hemera. It had taken you a lot of courage to harness the ball of emotions this powerful ballad never failed to invoke within you, giving it all to your band triumphant finale. Khaos Crew had finished under a thunder of applauses, some of which still rung in your ears. And with this echo another one settled in your bones; this is what you were made for.

At last, you stood up from your short break. The air backstage was thick with the lingering scent of adrenaline and the unmistakable aroma of stale beer. You felt the pulsating beat of the music still echoing, an electrifying reminder of the crowd's energy and your own passion. The fatigue clung to your shoulders like a heavy blanket, but it was a small price to pay for the rush experienced on stage.

In the small span of your recollections the room had come alive with fragments of conversations and laughter. Bandmates and crew members exchanged stories, their voices blending into a symphony of camaraderie and shared memories. A tray of cold drinks and a plate of snacks sat nearby. Everyone made a point of congratulating you for an impeccable set, and it dawned on you that it was the first true recognition you and the crew had ever gotten. As you made your way through all the approving artists, your eyes met those of your bandmates.

Despite the weariness that settled, it was all washed away by the profound sense of joy shared by you five. In more ways than one these seasoned musicians had taken a chance on you, and for all of their praise throughout the year it was only just now that you felt like you had honored your silent promise to be worth all that noise.

“You did so so good!” Helsie’s Spanish fast-tempo was accompanied by a big hug.

You returned her embrace. “You guys were on fire! I couldn't have done it without you all.”

Their bassist calmly joined in, raising his glass in a toast. "Here's to us," Maxi commended, his words filled with a quiet confidence. His drummer twin, Len, added his enthusiastic agreement. "That was pure magic. The crowd loved you, and you know what? I heard a little rumor..." he trailed off, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You leaned in closer. "What? What?” you urged, her voice filled with eager anticipation.

Before he could tease you any longer, Helsie spilled the news. "Word has it that the main act was completely blown away by our act. They're raving about your performance!" she revealed, a hint of awe in her voice.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief, heart pounding with a mix of pride and amazement. "No way! Are you serious?" you exclaimed.

Maxi nodded with a wide grin, his eyes reflecting his genuine admiration. "Absolutely serious. They were captivated by your voice, just like everybody else. You have something truly special, kiddo."

Emotion humbled you so strongly you had to take a beat.  “I... don't know what to say. Thank you all for believing in me and making this journey with me. I'm so grateful for each one of you…" Helsie raised her fist in a gesture of solidarity and determination.

Beer bottles were passed around until you could all raise one in unison. In this moment of triumph, you all reveled in the knowledge that your music had moved not only the fans but also those who had paved the way before your humble beginnings.

✠ ✠ ✠

Several hours passed, the backstage area filled with a flurry of activity as the members of Khaos Crew meticulously dismantled their equipment. As a small and independent band they were accustomed to handling all aspects of their performances themselves, from setup to organization.

In the midst of their controlled chaos, a show operator broke through the commotion.

"'Mary on a Cross,' is in five and the band is inviting you as their vocal backup of honor.”

Your heart leaped in your chest, mind struggling to process the magnitude of the opportunity that had presented itself. The thought of joining forces with a renowned band, performing in front of a larger audience ignited a surge of adrenaline and anticipation that erased all trace of exhaustion.  

“Fucking yes” you breathed, a hand already pulling the dusty T-shirt you had changed into.

As the show operator vanished you dived right back in: mic taped to your bra, a shade of white and red to your face, and the black nun habit hastily passed by an unknown hand on your way to the stage. You knew that this was a pivotal moment, a chance to showcase your talent once more and leave an impression. Your bandmates joined as you rushed through the corridors, their eyes filled with pride and support. You weren’t sure that you deserved that moment more than them, but the seasoned musicians had a different passion than yours: it didn’t matter what gig they would play as long as they were on stage, contents to look at the spotlight without hungering for it. 

You took a deep breath, going back into the place you reached in these moments. The energy backstage was palpable, preparing to step onto the grand stage once again. A certain weight materialized over the moment, but you remained undeterred. This was your chance to become an unforgettable part of a hell of a song.

The neon sign turned green and you moved forward.

The crowd roared at your feet, their excitement reaching a fever pitch as they caught sight of the figure beside you—Papa Emeritus himself. The first notes reverberated when you locked eyes with the man dressed in sparkling blue. You were quick to take your cues from him, making a point of looking mysterious and composed to match his charismatic energy. You harmonized and let your voices intertwine depending on the verse, careful not to overstep on the frontman’s routine. Beyond the lyrics, it was the chemistry you put your effort into and was rewarded with Papa’s own. The master showman relished in your presence, making a spectacle of fawning over you as you grew more and more confident in the intensity of the shared performance.

He gestured towards you with reverence, bowing and gesturing as if you were the true star of the show, to the point where it became hard to maintain a cool demeanor. The audience erupted at each interaction, witnessing a captivating dance of vocal prowess. The final bridge was coming when the singer extended his arms to the scene, inviting you front and center as you seamlessly obliged. The power of your soprano voice rose above the music, resonating within the walls and in every single note.

Light flooded over your face as Papa Emeritus gracefully kneeled before you. The buzzing of the congregation at your feet swelled, witnessing the culmination of a spellbinding moment between the two performers.

The final note lingered in the air before the world erupted in thunderous applause.

Your sense of self gradually came back to you, unable to make sense of the moment that had passed; you let yourself be guided by the Papa character, who rose to grab your hand and place a ghostly kiss on top of your knuckles. You followed his lead as he pulled your arm over your head, demanding more praise from his assembly who happily obliged.

Your eyes meet one final time and you allowed yourself to break away from your persona to relish in this shared moment of triumph and camaraderie. The stage was filled with a tangible energy, a testament to the unbreakable bond forged through music and art.

You had shed religion decades ago and still, you couldn’t help but feel as if you had touched something truly holy.

[popiastar]

swiss nsfw alphabet

💣info: yes, the title says everything. enjoy the reading. MDI🔞

Aftercare:

very important to him. swiss loves to take care of his partner and make sure that you are okay. he smoking cigarettes right after cleaning up - if you smoke too you can do it together - and cuddle you. swiss adore having your body against his, hug you and stroke your hair while breathing their scent.

Body part:

hands and forearms. he likes his hands and his veiny forearms because he think it's his strength point and spents some time exercising them.

swiss is a booty person, obviously he likes boobs and squeeze them but he doesn't mind their size. the booty, instead, it should be like a peach 🍑

Cum:

he comes a lot and not just once, his cum is thick and creamy. swiss prefer cum inside you or above your ass, boobs and mouth if you are doing a handjob/blowjob.

Dirty secret:

you playing with you hair or pull them aside, he doesn't know why but turned him on.

Experience:

very experienced, level pro. he's a fuckboy, a multighoul also in this area, he could find every sensitive spots quickly.

Favorite position:

missionary for watching your beautiful fucked up expression during sex, cowgirl for watching your tits bounce, reverse cowgirl and doggy for squeeze your ass.

Goofy:

he's very serious but sometimes he can be goofy and play around like an adolescent.

Hair:

sometimes he cut them off. swiss has many pubic hairs but they are short and curly.

Intimacy:

swiss is a passionate lover, he takes good care of you and take his time doing whatever he wants.

Jack off:

when he's particularly needy and he can't be with you and he surely share this moment by recording himself and sends it innocently to you. be aware for not being around people when his notification in you phone comes up.

Kink(s):

nothing too extreme or dangerous, swiss is into wax play, daddy kink, size kink, orgasm control, overstimulation, slight impact play, choking, breed kink and body worship.

Location:

meh, it doesn't matter: he does when he wants. he's into quicky, it's okay with him, but he prefer staying alone with you in a place more intimate and dedicate more attention for both of your needs.

Motivation:

challenge him and he turns on, has i said he loves tease people and being teased as well. swiss likes when you make it difficult to him by responding in your sassy bitch mode.

No:

definitely he doesn't like hurting you or make you uncomfortable.

Oral:

big fan of oral, received or give it. there's the meme of him named "cunnilinghouls", you know what I mean.

when he gives oral, he likes to drive you crazy and make you came several times until he's satisfied.

when he received, he likes to hold your hair and moves his hips in rhythm, at first he starts slowly and he ends up pushing his entire length roughly. he's a fan of deep throat.

Pace:

it depends on his mood, generally is slow and sensual and takes his time to explore every single spots of you. in other hand, when he's stressed or you being a little bratty, he can be rought and fast as hell.

Quickie:

not really a big fan but hey, sometimes he needs to release and choose a quicky instead of a proper match of glorious and long sex. I'll put in in this terms: your relationship is composed of 35% of quickies.

Risk:

well, he found exiting the idea of being caught or heard but what if someone else saw you naked? he surely breaks theirbones one by one. that doesn't mean he couldn't make an exception, though

Stamina:

ha! he playing hard, he can go from 5 to 7 rounds when he's needy af. normally 3 or 4 rounds.

Toy(s):

remote vibrator 🤝 swiss. when both of you are around other ghouls like food time, activities of the clergy or whenever you are in public he absolutely likes put you over the edge and challenging you to not make a sound. lil bastard

Unfair:

as i said, swiss is a little bastard, he's 1000% a tease. and he mocking you when you whine desperately to feel pleasure.

Volume:

he doesn't give a fuck about his grunts or all his swearing, he just want you to know how good you makes him and praise you. or slightly insults you for being a greedy bitch, it depends.

Wild card:

swiss literally loves cum inside you - if his partners is female both holes - and let you go around with his seed inside.

X-ray:

he has a 7.5 inch when is erect and thick cock, the head is a little bit more huge.

Yearning:

you both fucks like rabbit, his sex drive is insane.

Zzz:

after the aftercare - we're talking about 30 min of that - he's sleeping immediately, spooning you.