#cough cough ghoul

[thelampisaflashlight]

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[No one asked for more Ripley content, in fact I think people would rather I just write something about the main ghouls, but my boy is back on my mind, and so is his dynamic with Omega and Copia so here we are.]

He's a sinner with a loose grasp of a the saints, who calls upon Saint Benedict when he drinks, and Saint Christopher when he stumbles home; Headlong into the bushes, crashing down and cursing Saint Francis, begging Mother Mary for forgiveness when all he can do is lay there and cry.

The stars overhead, a peek at the heavens, become obscured by clouds, like his doubts fogging his belief.

And then he's drawn up.

Hands under his arms, pulled up like he weighs nothing, nothing at all.

"Get yourself together, Champ, you're halfway home." a voice tells him, followed by a solid thump on the back, "There's a lad, keep on going."

He stops.

"I don't know where that is..." he whispers, "I don't..."

"I'll show you then." the voice tells him, "Though I'll need you to stand up a little straighter so we can walk together."

The walk is long, but short, but just the right length to clear his head enough to gaze upon his savior with glassy eyes.

"Are you Saint Anthony?" he questions, and a laugh that is not entirely his own shakes his body, "No?"

"Hardly." comes a gentle reply, and suddenly the grip on him loosens, and he's tumbling down, down, down, "Careful now, the floor is not as forgiving as the hedges."

He hums dumbly, knees pressing to cold stone.

"Perhaps I don't want to be forgiven." he remarks, mind in a swirl, eyes watering, "Perhaps..."

"For someone who doesn't want to be forgiven, you seem rather remorseful down there on your knees." the other says, coming to crouch beside him, just out of view, "What grave sin have you committed that you've come to be in such a state, hm~?"

His confession comes out in a nonsensical babble that even great scholars could not decipher, a messy spew of emotions hard to dissect from one another, and a hand comes down to cup his face.

"Ah, oh goodness, look at you..." Pitying purple eyes bore into his soul, "Sweet little lamb..."

"'m not a sh... sheep." he manages, a hiccup in-between, "'m... Mega 'm not a sheep..."

Omega squeezes the man's face, some strange emotion flitting across his face.

"Than what are you? Who are you?" he questions -taunts, teases- tilting his horned head, white hairs catching the light of the grand chandelier overhead, the one that has only just come back into his world view, and glittering like snow, "Hm? Can you tell me that?"

Shaking hands grasp the wrist of the one squishing his face, and he tries to remain focused.

"Noo..." he slurs dismissively, "Don't wanna..."

The ghoul scoffs and throws his head back with a dry laugh before letting out a sigh.

"You're being petulant."

"Mn... don't use such big words..." the man whines, "...you're so mean to me..."

"I'm being mean?" Omega asks, forcibly turning his head to the side, having maintained his grasp on his cheeks, "You're the one slipping away to drink away his sorrows in a dive, making me have to run all over creation to find you and bring you home, now tell me who's being mean? Hm?"

A true puzzle.

He paws at the ground, dodging eye contact.

"Oh dear, what have we here?" another voice interrupts, follows by the tack, tack, tack, of descending footfalls on wooden stairs, "Oh, Ripley..."

He blinks.

Ripley.

Right, right that's...

"I don't... I don't know..." Ripley sniffles, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"Oh, sweet, sweet lamb..." Omega coos, drawing the smaller man into his arms, rubbing away the indent from his fingers on his face, "I know you are."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"Shh... shh, no, no, I know you are... Poor little thing..."

Ripley presses his face into Omega's chest, breathing in the scent of old linen that clings to him.

"I want it to stop..." he whispers into cloth, fur, and flesh, directly to the heart of him, "Make it stop..."

Omega pets his hair gently, speaking softly as the figure from the stairs comes to stand beside them.

"He's getting worse." they say without fear of being heard, "Every day he's getting worse."

"He's very sick." Omega says, the frown evident in his tone, "I worry that... Cardinal, he's your protégé, what would you have me do about it?"

Copia gives pause, but, ultimately, says nothing more.

[ashthewaterghoul]

Swiss absolutely has photo albums on his phone just filled with all the spicy pictures and videos he has.

There’s one album for each Ghoul and Ghoulette, and he always loves taking opportunities to add to them and, of course, use them for his own pleasure when he’s alone…

[shroomerr]

You guys ever read the most beautiful, jaw dropping, feet kicking, leaves you with a feeling of yearning fic that it possesses you? yea that was me anyways here’s vampire Kyle and his annoying assigned bodyguard who’s also a witch

(ALSO IF YOU WANT TO READ SAID FANFIC ITS A KYLE X READER FIC CALLED ITS FALLING FOR THE IDEA BY FEDOSAURUSREX ON AO3 THAT INSPIRED ME TO WHIP THIS WHOLE AU UP)

[glitterr-ghoul]

I FIXED MY TABLET AJDGAILESFVBLSDHVFBGSUYD - I fixed it about five days ago and before that I had caught a cold ough,, But I'm feeling a lot better now and I can finally work on things from my computer again yay! (I like drawing on paper but I prefer to draw digitally 😭)

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[hakucho-art]

They were having a moment smh

[thesunhatesme]

Do the ghouls cough up hairballs like cats and is there an assigned bin for them??

[tg-pilled]

Next fanfiction? I have several ideas swimming in my stupid brain like a fish in the sea but I can't pick

[elmaxlys]

An attempt at "young" Donato: 50+yo in the 1910s

I have this pretty new hc that he was born during the Risorgimento but the more I think about it the more I like it. It would make him 150+yo by the time TG starts (2011)

I have somewhat settled for light-brown hair for him? but I still can't picture him with non-greying hair

[knifeslidez]

for the last time,

be normal about bisexuals

be normal about gnc people

be normal about multigender people and people who's genders you "dont get"

be normal about disabled people

be normal about people with "scary" disorders

and for the love of god quit acting like self-centered edgy 13 year olds please

[konigceo]

actually shaking bc i'm mutuals with the people i look up to

[grave-st0ned]

as much as i like the skulltimate secrets lines, however i don’t think i’ll be getting the fourth one as i simply am fearful of the doll getting stuck in the push up thing

[gunkbaby]

im going to kill myself in front of you, the cbr staff

[chasesylvan]

HI CHASE

*drops this in your ask box and runs* 🏃‍♂️

HII RAINE!

THANK YOUUUU!

he’s so pretty on god- 🫠

sitting here kicking my feet and twirling my hair 🤭🤭

[chiratsuku]

She eyes him cautiously, curiosity flickering in her venomous gaze, from behind the rabbit mask Alice tilts her head. Button nose wrinkling as her pout turns into a grimace, even in a sea of luxury, she can pinpoint that smell of decay anywhere. It is permeant within a ghoul's being, even she, glamorous as ever could not escape what they naturally were. "What's a handsome man doing here? I think your lost" the hostess calls out, though she stands clad in her small posture, there is an air of intimidation. "Tsk, brooding while surrounded by beauty? What a shame, perhaps I can help" // renji!

@kuroyrii

Hunger is what cripples either a man or a child no matter if ghoul or a human. Through cold patches of life in the world full of vassals of blood triumph upon absolute inevitable taught him much on the matter, his was full of compromises where sacrifices must be made to live free from the demands of accursed lines of descent. To record what befalls the warriors in future songs that never properly mourn sisters because of living legacy.

Months after having enlisted the aid of Yoshimura, his task was simple, groceries, or shopping those necessary things for Anteiku to function under its gown of guise. He recalled the old man's ever-jesting tone, something Touka would grin about: 'Adding a treatment masque to your cleansing routine works wonders.' - of course, such words oil the wheels of a sense of purpose, which wasn't a bad thing; he sought it, the purpose. Given to frequency of wandering Renji was difficult to find except for those few who knew how to sniff out his lane. Focus becomes temporarily aimless as he would not refuse navigating command of guttural intuition, and would not, even if both legs were wounded as one. Stubborn and hard-headed, thinking always of duty to honor the service! First, indeed, second? Questionable ... Pulled further and further, teeth biting on iron, seething melodies, and fluttering ire, wayfaring carried him into the known unknown. He was supposed to fetch coffee beans and a few other things given the location and address described by the senior. --- Sound of heavy boots getting lost and braving danger in strange assembling of diverse tongues or whatever arrangement of sorts it was -- no, a party. Among rows of gilt buttons and fancy suits, the valiant intruder was not the most impressive figure, soaked from outdoor downpour, and within periphery accentuating his dressing mostly of grey tones. Coffee filters in his pockets being the only dry thing. And suddenly he found himself unable to trail back in his footsteps and find shoulders of doors to exit. What is this place even? Why is he here? He shouldn't be, couldn't be. This was nothing of a market or store. The Raven sits still on a branch, unsure about detecting establishment for landing. Patrol soon happened upon his location, leaving no pondering or reverie to linger, that kind of encounter that yielded insight into going ons and awareness that the brooding stranger was a 'static' matter demanding attention. A rabbit — a glamour on needles of fire clad in decay, easy to fool anyone. Don't they symbolize luck and advancement? Menacing. Hopeful and equally foolish would wish that she may have been blinded to the truth.

' I think your lost. '

Certainly. ㅤㅤㅤYeah ...

The unknown visitor has finally shown some sense. There were more words, hidden; not made to leave.

'' ... '' '' Sorry, didn't mean to intrude ... - had to get the building wrong, '' words tempered with pensiveness but mind becoming clearer as he spoke, deft eyes under spikes of dirted silver inquiringly fastened at lean speaker behind masque, '' but apparently I got a wrong turn and wandered even further in. '' As dry and hardly believable as it sounds it was at the same time strangely convincing thanks to his unfeigned perplexion. Nothing worth drama to do one's heart good and get momentarily enraptured by ambient enchants, even a man with a rigid heart couldn't fake it.

Yomo wonders if she can turn a blind eye to his presence and keep this meeting a secret - if only it wasn't kinda late for that.

But what now? Would he follow the rabbit further into the maze of the unknown and right down the rabbit hole or she'll help him out to the exit?

[alteredphoenix]

The whole Unity controversy has made me so glad I never went any further pursuing a career in game development and graphic design beyond idle fancies because wow.

[everyryuujisuguro]