#but that does not mean mocking them you ghouls

[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.

[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!

[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

[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.”

[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.

[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.

[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.

[ceremonyanddevotion]

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163 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

#4

there's something comforting about Call Me Little Sunshine, maybe it's because I've been having a shit time with my mental health, but not only is Ghost back, Tobias said "You will never walk alone, you can always reach me."

That whole some is just a nice message to hear during this shithole times

170 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

#3

In regards to fandom behaviour: Volbeat.

I'm utterly disappointed and disgusted with how a lot of the fandom (I suspect newer, younger fans are the bulk of this group) have acted towards Volbeat, you're not cute or special being disrespectful towards them, and with news they've had to pull out of the next show due to covid, you lot have become next level disgusting, hoping they'll pull out of more shows 'because I only care about Ghost!'

Look I'm not a fan of multi line up shows, but that's because I'm disabled and can't handling being up and active in a concert for hours and hours (I've done it once, I sat underneath a bench while the main act played bc my chronic pain killed me).

You are showing this fandom in a bad light, you are acting like fucking kpop stans with the lack of manners and respect.

I'm not asking you to become Volbeat's no. 1 fan, I am just saying you need to stop with the mocking, as it will effect the two band's relationship with each other.

You do realise the only reason we have a Ghost tour is because the two bands put their finances together? Do you honestly think you would've gotten a solo Ghost tour? Ghost is an Expensive band to tour with all the set pieces and gear, I 100% believe they teamed up with Volbeat to off set venue costs during year 3 of a fucking pandemic.

Also the ageism, who the fuck cares if Volbeat has an older audience, it's not cute to make fun of older people enjoying things? Ghost is a band of people all ages, and let me break your ageist hearts, Aether is in his 40s, are you gonna mock and bully him for being cringe too since he plays around on stage? You do realize that none of the ghouls, apart from Rain, are young right?

What may be the worst part is that if a Volbeat fan turned around and said we were cringe, I know the exact same people would be yelling and crying on twitter about how mean Volbeat fans are.

Grow up, shut up and enjoy Ghost's part of the tour.

186 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

#2

I just want to say for the show, if it does turn out not all Prequelle ghouls return, DO NOT go onto their social media and get angry at them, to not go there a guilt bait with “aw I’m gonna miss you!”

Hired musicians move on all the time. They have a right too and with covid, they have every right to do what is right for their health, psychical or mental.

Also, if there is any new ghouls, you DO NOT go on their social media and yell at them for “replacing” your favorite, they did nothing wrong.

308 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

You know what I love right now? the idea Copia is OBSESSED with being better than Papa 3

Imagine it, as a lowly cardinal helping Nihil he watches Terzo, he's confident, flirty, charming, handsome, everyone gets along with him, Nihil doesn't hate him. The siblings of sin swoon over him and his 'stupid' jawline (as Copia calls it).

Copia has had to watch this, while he's had to work his way to the top, and what did that even get him? Nihil hates his guts, sure Sister likes him, maybe even a little too much, but many in the Clergy sees that as a negative.

But then, Sister informs him, "it's your turn Copia". It's not an easy road, this hasn't been done before, many object, including Nihil, many are shocked, shocked that the Papas are dead, and even more shocked that Copia is now in charge, they would rebel, but if Sister says it's ok, then what choice do they have?

He finally becomes Papa, over time people grew used to him being in charge, maybe some liked it, in some ways the old Papas become a memory.

But soon it's not enough, he still sees that awkward cardinal in the mirror, he wants more, he wants to be the handsome papa, the one that swoons the clergy, the one that his flock dreams about at night, he wants to be obsessed over.

A little self care is in order, suddenly that once stupid jawline isn't such a bad look, it just had to be on the right person.

He changes his skull paint, get rid of the rat bone nose, no more rat boy, soon it becomes cleaner, almost like his, but it's not, he swears he wasn't inspired at all by him.

Don't dare mention him.

He needs more attire, we wants to look his best at all times, too look confident and sexy. He has intricate suits made, gold lining, flowing fabrics, it suits a man as powerful and attractive as him. His clergy notices how the once awkward rat man walks, with power and weight in his steps. They begin to adore him, or fear him, he can't tell the difference anymore.

As long he is all they think about when they think about Papa.

308 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

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[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

[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.

[thekillingjoke-haha]

We’re Batshit Crazy

@spnquotebingo​ Word count:1,609

Summary: Love isn't all that perfect sometimes love is crazy especially when the Hero is in love with said crazy.

Gotham AU

Jason Todd(Jensen Ackles) x Villan!Reader

Enemies and Lovers (none of that "to" bs)

Gotham Recasting: Batman=John, Dick Grayson(second Robin not first) =Sam ,Tim Drake=Adam, Joker(ledger style)=Lucifer, Harley Quinn=Lilith,ect.

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, guns, and violence

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The mad laughter rung out into the night sky as the purple Lamborghini hit corners with violently sharp turns. "Oh puddin I just love family night!~" The pale platinum blonde giggled as the man with green dyed hair licked his smiling lips. A bubble of laughter came from the back seat he turned around to see his princess looking out the small back window. "Batsy batsy batsy" Her low/high pitched giggle caused a crazy chain reaction as the bat mobile hurried to catch up. "Always ruining our fun,huh,princess?" The clown king shifted his gray-ish blue order into the mirror grinning making the scars on his face raise into a sinister smile at the look of pure chaos in his daughter's e/c eyes. "Not tonight! Not on my birthday!!" She said as she smiled reaching under the seat to pull out a Tommy gun. Climbing to the front seat sitting on her mothers lap she leaned out the passenger window. "Go back to the Rat cave your not gonna put a downer on my weekend!" Y/n yelled shooting off round towards the tires,windshield,and headlights.

The mobile didn't seem to have a scratch as as a motorcycle pulled up beside it. Slipping back in the car the younger women pouted looking at get parents. "He called his little birdie no doubt the replacements in the car." Y/n huffed as she dug around for more fire power. "Puddin we have a visitor.~" The red mask gazed at us as he lifted a forearm pistol. Shots were fired and Joker took a hard right almost like tron the motorcycle quickly turned into a ally to avoid being hit. "Sorry Princess might have to cut tonight shot." He said licking his lips as a thump came from the roof making the youngest clown snarl her eye crazed as she shot above her as the purple car swerved wildly. "YOU'RE RUINING MY BIRTHDAY,BATS!!!" Y/n cackled madly a mixture of her parents laughed till the magazine ran out.

They got to one of their warehouses where Jokers men were armed to the teeth. The clown mask had black soulless eyes and immediately fired the moment the batmobile entered. Y/n skipped out of the purple Lamborghini she got on her tippy toes and kissed her dad on the cheek. "I got the hooded punk. Can you clip the bats wings for me...a little present?!" He laughed as he armed himself with a shotgun. "Anything for my princess." The f/c sf/c female clown skipped away knowing that the motorcycle riding vigilante was hot on her tail. That's how she found herself on the roof tops jumping the gaps as heavy footfalls followed. Her loud laugh echoed as she leaped to a smaller building hiding behind a vent the moment the brown leather jacket came into view she tackled the tall man. They were both panting as a grin pulled on the clowns lips.

Y/n POV

"Caught ya,Jay bird." I giggled pulling of the helmet his apple green eyes covered by a second mask stared at me he chuckled as his hand slipped above his head in mock surrender. "Yeah you caught me,beautiful." Leaning down I kiss him my hands pushed into his cheeks my thumb running over the scarred J. We've been dating for awhile now ever since dad kidnapped the second Robin at seventeen. I was fifteen at the time and dad had me at his side as he tortured him.I was always there to stitched him up and put burn cream after shock therapy I didn't know how we got attached maybe because he wanted to rebel a little by talking to me or someone around his age saw the same if not worse shit.

Six years ago(Y/n 15 Jason 17)

"Why are you helping me?" Looking up his head was strapped down along with his arms and legs. I shrugged my shoulders I knew who he was if I wiped off the make up and temp dyed my hair I was the honor student in the same class as him. Jason Todd anyone with eyes had a thing for him,but after removing his mask it wasn't hard to piece together who the bat fam is. "I know what my dad has planned for you Jay. This is just a band-aid on a gunshot wound and might I say that's very unhelpful." This was the first I spoke to him and it wasn't long before Dad beat him to death.

Two years later.

I sat in the back of the car as Frost drove. We just left the cemetery. "Why are we doing this,n/n." He asked looking in the rear view mirror at me. I'm seventeen now my thoughts screamed at me. Why was I trying to bring him back? "Because I crazy that why!" I giggled as we grew closer to the lazapit. He was dressed in a black suit with red tie his body sunk into the water as I waited. A loud gasp drew my attention as he shot up a white streak in his hair. "Heya sleeping beauty." Looking over in shock he lowly made his way looking like a baby deer. "I'm alive,but h-how?" His green eyes looked at me. "A Ghoul owed me a few favors I just asked to use his fountain of youth." Handing him a towel and some clothes. "Sorry about the outfit,but Arkham does have one size fits all." Jason chuckled as he started to dry off.I realized why I brought him back. I was crazy about him.

Two more years later(two years ago)

Jason wanted to stay dead he didn't go back to His dad and brother after he realized that neither of them tried and save him. It was sad to see,but it brought Jason closer to me and he started to trust me and I gave trust in return. Blood coated my hands while some was on my face. Looking at Jay some was speckled on his cheeks taking the pockets square out of the mobsters coat I wiped it off he looked down at me his arm slipped around my waist pulling me closer my breath hicked. "Will you be my girlfriend,my little jester?" A large smile grew on my face as my arms went around his neck pulling him down further. "Gladly,Jay bird." I kissed him not caring if my lipstick stained his lips and he didn't seem to care either as the kiss grew more intense. We shared our first kiss at nineteen surrounded by dead bodies as sirens and the unmistakable sound of the armed batmobile. At least he's as crazy about me as I am about him.

One year ago. (Jason POV for a sec)

I came to Bruce I hate to admit it but I needed advice about the one think he knew best. Women. It was just a couple of months ago he found out I was alive and shocker he managed to drive Dicky boy to Blüdhaven to get away from him to get his own image and not just Robin. Oh and surprise surprise when out of robins he had a spare like a tire and it's name was Tim. Nevermind that I stood across from Bruce in his home main office he had a frown on his face. "You're dating someone and its serious and I didn't know about it?" He asked trying to deduct everything. "I've been dating her ever since I came back. As strange as it might sound,but I want us to be something more." That's when the billionaire playboy stood up standing just a inch shorter then myself.

"Life is short Jason and you've experienced that first hand if you feel that both of you are perfect enough to be more then go for it." Perfect wasn't realistic nothing was ever perfect my life isn't perfect her life sure as hell isn't she's the clown princess I'm a bat son. Maybe that what makes us so good together the fact that it would have never really happened any other way life is just crazy like that.

Present

Staring into those vexing green eyes always brought me back. We're both twenty-one him being older only by a couple of months. "Happy birthday,gorgeous." His voice brought me back as my smile grew. We were standing up now he held a box wrapped in my two favorite colors. "Awe you shouldn't have." I grab it and opened it a gun was inside it was red and gold revolver it looked like my moms love/hate gun,but it said King/Queen. Looking at Jay I reached to hug him when suddenly he dropped to one knee pulling out a box with a beautiful f/c ring and ruby gem. "This feels over due. You took care of me when I was considered enemy number one. You brought me back from the grave when my own family didn't try. And this might sound stupid,but I had a crush on you in middle school you were one of the only people that didn't give me pity after Bruce adopted a street kid." He licked his lips as he gave of a small smile. "Together we are far from perfect, but we are good. You complete me...Y/n M/n Napier become my queen?" My eyes glossed over with tears my make up running down the pale foundation. "Oh my god of course!!!" I jumped into his arms hugging him tightly before letting him slip on the ring. "I love you." "I love you more crazy." I chuckle it sounded watery in my throat. "If I'm crazy then that makes two of us. You wanted to marry me." Yep we're both batshit crazy.

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A/n: Quote= We are far from perfect, but we are good. ~Supernatural

Is it just me or does Jensen look fucking hot as Red Hood?! I'm mean he's definitely a reason to move to Gotham

Well first crossover AU in my bingo card

[doloresdraws]

‘Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down I know life would suck without you

At the same time, I wanna hug you I wanna wrap my hands around your neck You're an asshole but I love you And you make me so mad, I ask myself Why I'm still here, or where could I go You're the only love I've ever known But I hate you, I really hate you So much I think it must be True love’

I can't believe it, but I finished one of my old WIPs from 2019. I am not 100% satisfied with how it turned out, but considering it was a very old piece, I did what I could to try and fix it to the point I was somehow happy.

The hornyiest Kindred in San Francisco. Well, Maddy is and Chester is maybe a dumb asshole, but even he is not that daft to say no when someone proposition him in that way :D

Chester is a prone to violence jerk who likes to get wasted even as a Kindred, he is not the brightest tool in the shed and one might say he has no redeeming qualities. According to Maddy, though, he apparently fucks well. XD

Madeline is on the other hand a well-educated, smart woman who has no problems adapting quickly to various social situations and at the same time not being afraid to stand up for herself. Before her Embrace she worked at her father's corporation and was tired of everyone treating her as a pretty face and thinking she only got the job because the CEO was her dad when she worked her ass off to be good at her job. She was also desperately trying to find something exciting in her life as working in a office 9-5 job among people who were only talking about their families or work was not her idea of a fulfilling life. She missed her younger years when she used to give her parents a lot of troubles when she sneaked up late in the night to party hard, snort a bit a coke and have fun with dudes older than her... I guess that is why Chester does it for her, he might be a lot uglier than what she was used to, but he's not treating her like she was made of China porcelain, also she is honestly laughing at his stupid, often offensive jokes...

Their relationship first started as just a way for her to forget for a moment about the shit she got herself into by doing something she enjoyed. But after a while she started to feel like she actually cares for him and unlike most of my other characters she expressed it to him, and Chester being a coward that he is bolted out on her immediately with his pants barely on as they were in the middle of the thing :D :D

It took him a few days to face her again and she was ready for him mocking her about her feelings, because she thought he didn't feel the same... To her surprise, after getting unreasonably angry at her not being able to shut up and let him speak, he apologized for leaving like that and actually admitted having feelings for her too, mentioning that he was never a good man and to consider if that was what she really wanted.

She made it clear to him that she wasn't a good girl either and pulled him in for a kiss ''I love you dumb, ugly asshole and I just thought you should know'' They made up and were officially together since that night making the only official nossie couple in the SF sewers XD

Some of the Nossies rolled eyes at them being all over each other all the time XD Mirabelle couldn't understand why such a smart girl would waste her time with that drunk idiot. But honestly Mirabelle didn’t think much of any man beside Lazarus (her Sire/the Primogen).

Theodor (Chester’s & Maddy’S Sire) was making creepy, inappropriate jokes and Maddy sincerely hoped he was not secretly watching them make out Spoiler: he sometimes was.

It was fun while it lasted. But after a few months Chester realized that she was out of his league, his man-pride/ego could not handle the fact that she was clearly better educated, smarter and more capable than him in many things.. It didn't matter to her at all, but for him it was too much to handle.

The other reason that led him to break up with her was that she tried to push him into trying to help his daughter Jamie, who was his/his Sire's ghoul living in the sewers with the Nosferatu for the majority of her life. He hated that this discussion always made him feel guilty, he was aware of how shitty father he was and he didn’t need her to remind him that.

He didn't want Maddy to find out that he was a coward who was afraid of Theodor and what he would do to him, Maddy or Jamie if Chester tried to free Jamie. She was a ghoul for a very long time, so even if he did help her and did not give her Vitae, her age would soon catch up with her... She wouldn’t know how to function in the world outside. There was nothing he could do for her, or at least he made a lot of excuses for himself to not even try.

So yeah, Chester chose to dump Maddy for both, his selfish reasons and also to keep her away from putting herself in danger while trying to make a better person out of him. 

Their break up was quite messy, he said some nasty things to her to make his point clear and she said some stuff that she didn't really mean, because she couldn't believe he was really dumping her. She didn't know his real reasons,only the shitty ones he made up which hurt her deeply. They called each other names a lot during their relationship, but it was more in a teasing, joking kind of way, she couldn’t believe he would seriously thinking about her like that.

Maddy was not a person who would cry after a break up, she was more angry at him than sad. But after their break up Maddy often found herself thinking about just asking him for sex, because it's not that she could just quickly find someone who would be willing to do her and not that there was many options anyway XD (Theodor doesn't counts, he is just BIG NO) but then she always remembered that she had pride and so she never followed up with her desire to.

Now they barely talk. They basically only talk to each other when it is about something concerning a 'work task' or something general around the presence of others of their clan. Despite pretending things between them are over, they feel something for each other, which sometimes makes it hard for them to be around each other, which leads both of them often making snappy remarks at each other to cover the fact seeing each other makes them uncomfortable. They are both quite good at acting indifferent, so they both think the other one doesn’t think about the other anymore XD

Maddy, Chester © me/doloresdraws lyrics © True Love by Pink & Lily Allen

[tg-headcanons]

Spare eto hornee alphabet ma'am?

BARK WOOF BARK BARK YIP OH TO BE HER BANDAGES

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): Eto isn’t much for aftercare. She’s a half ghoul and took more after her human side in terms of not having the post-sex drop that bad, so while it’s nice to linger a bit when it’s over, she doesn’t need it like other ghouls do. Her partner will DEFINITELY need it by the time she’s done with them but they better start crawling away because it’s wise to not push their luck seeking affection. she isn’t above eating people she’s slept with if she deems them a nuisance

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): on herself she likes her boobs. She knows they’re top tier and flaunts it. On a partner, she likes things that can be considered rare or odd. Stuff like interesting scars, heterochromia, vitiligo, chimerism or otherwise abnormal kagune. She finds unique attributes alluring

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): she comes easily. Kakuhous are sensitive, and she has such an advanced kakuja that there’s large rc bundles that act as smaller kakuhou all throughout her body and you better believe those are sensitive too. When she’s turned on, her whole back is sensitive enough to get off on being touched, so much so that she actually need to make sure they aren’t touched too much

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): nothing. Not in the sense that she doesn’t have kinks or history, only that she doesn’t keep ANY secrets. She had described every sexual escapade to Arima in detail. That poor man is so tired

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): very experienced. She can and HAS fucked. Whether for fun for for getting information out of CCG officers before killing them, she’s got enough of a body count that if she were to say it out loud she would need to specify if she’s talking about people she’s fucked or people she’s killed. She will just smile smugly and let them speculate

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): riding, she likes to be in full control and wants to keep her kakuhous out of reach. A Fun little thing about being a kakuja is that having an extra kakuhou or two means even more of her back is sensitive, and she doesn’t like getting overstimulated from a handsy partner touching them too much

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): she’ll joke. She likes to talk during it and she’ll mock or tease whoever she’s with

H = Heat (what are heats like for them? How do they handle it?): her heats make her a monster. Female ghouls are already dangerous enough when they’re in heat, so add on hybrid vigor, kakuja traits, and a general kink for causing pain and you’ve got yourself a very horny killing machine. By now everyone in Aogiri knows to just let her doomguy her way through enemies, fuck anyone stupid enough to agree to it, and leave death in her path for a week

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): not at all. She’s very focused on her partner, but in the way someone would be focused on a meal they’re making or a picture they’re painting. This is a task, and she’s going to touch, manipulate and hurt them expertly

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): She has plenty of toys she uses and does so often. She actually prefers being the one to get herself off rather than someone else, most of the reason sex appeals to her is because she likes to be the one doing those things to other people, and using them the same way she uses her toys

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): she is a hardcore sadist, she wants to see her partners in pain that she inflicted herself, simple as that

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): you know that building where Kanao was doing his Basement Science War Crimes? Eto has a room in there where she has plenty of room and supplies and enough rumors about it that no one even tries to look inside

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): shes one of those ghouls where bloodlust = regular lust. When she wants to hunt she wants to fuck, and she ALWAYS wants to hunt

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): she will not be submissive. Ever. Not even equal. She will have control all the time because a girlboss never rests

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Giving. Though she’s a hybrid, she was socialized as a ghoul and sees sex the way ghouls do, therefore this is another method of exerting control and toying with her partner. On one hand she’s really good, on the other hand she WILL bite

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): the pace varies, but she’s meticulous. She’s fast or slow according to whichever she thinks will pick her partner apart. She moves with surgical precision in whatever way she thinks will overwhelm them, and she’s never wrong

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): she’ll do them, but she prefers being able to take her time, she likes building tension during sex and quickies just don’t give that opportunity

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): she can, will, and has tried everything once. She has 0 regrets or care about the consequences of her actions when she’s turned on, she has decided to Be A Bastard in all other parts of life so why not sex as well?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): Eto could fuck all day every day if she wanted. She’s got that hybrid vigor if ya know what I mean

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): the size and variety of the collection she has hidden away in her apartment would make Christian Grey piss himself like the little bitch he is

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): SO MUCH she never stops teasing the entire time, she intends to leave her partner a mess, they never know when she’s going to give them pleasure or pain or just take it all away and leave them wanting more

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): not loud, but talkative. She’ll moan or growl, but mostly she’s just talking the whole time. There isn’t a second she isn’t teasing or degrading her partner

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): she has fucked a minimum of 9 high ranking investigators. Seduction lets her get them vulnerable and unarmed so she doesn’t risk getting hurt when she decides to kill them, and she finds it thrilling to dominate someone in bed before dominating them in a fight to the death. She thinks it’s adorable when they’re all exhausted from wild sex and she can see the fear on their faces as she takes out her Kagune

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): everything about her is pretty small. She’s short, slender, compact, the only thing large about her are those absolute badonkers

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): about average, but she fucks a lot because it’s just fun. It can be a craving or just an activity she decides to do because even if she’s not turned on now she will be later

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): she is not sleepy at all, not even tired, and since she takes after her human side here she doesn’t need to cuddle. There’s a 50/50 chance that she’ll either leave or kill once she’s done, either way, girlboss