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serene-sun · 6 months ago
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'You can always reach me
You will never ever walk alone' 🦇
Using this to honestly just comfort myself because I’m having the worst month possible. Nevermind today, todays health is falling miserably :(
Copia gently knocked on the bathroom door, “everything ok little one?” He asked softly
You whined, overstimulation taking over as you started to cry.
The ear ache, stomach cramps, the bleeding from your angry uterus, the shakiness of your hands, the weakness to stand and move, the sunburn, the allergic reaction hives across your arms and thighs.
It was all far too much.
“Darling? Ok I’m coming in.” Copia said before pushing open the bathroom door to find you curled up shivering in the corner of the bathtub.
“Is everything ok?” He urgently went to your side as he kneeled down.
“No.” You say honestly, legs quivering twice as much as your voice.
“What’s the issue?” He says, hand on your knee to try and comfort you while still waiting an answer.
“Everything…” you say, head falling to rest against the white tile, “it’s hard to speak.” You say shakily.
“Ok just give me one second,” he looks around the bathroom before grabbing a notepad and pen from your bag you dropped down after getting back to your room. “Eh can you write?” He asks awkwardly
You give him an annoyed look but do your best to take the pen, it takes you three tries to pick it up, just writing two words makes you almost pass out.
“Ok…I think I know what the issue is” he rubs your knees as he realizes the recent behavior changes, it adds up for him.
“This shaking and fatigue, it’s your blood sugar too right? Let me see, I think we have some of your favorite tres leches in the fridge.” He says, getting off his knees as he gently wipes a tear from your face.
After a few minutes, he comes back with a Benadryl, four pads, your iPad, a blanket, a cup of tres leches and strawberries, a bottled water and one of his track suits.
“Ok, can you try to change for me? I know it’s hard but I promise you will feel so much better my little bat.” He smiles softly as he sets the stuff down.
After an attempt of changing, taking a Benadryl and getting comfy with copia in the bathtub; you both watch YouTube on your iPad and eat tres leches as you try to get your blood sugar back up.
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nekronyancer · 3 months ago
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To loathe oneself is the harshest prison one can inhabit
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Get on the angst train everyone, choo choo motherfuckers 🚂 /aff
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ghoulymadge · 4 months ago
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kabukiaku · 3 months ago
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i'm here. 🖤
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ghouliebabies-art · 2 months ago
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“Not just another bloody Mary…” 🖤✨🦇
Gouache value study of Mary!!! Once I turn this in for my grade I’m going to add black glitter to his blood cuz nothing screams metal like glittery blood 🖤✨🦇 also… 53 MORE DAYS TILL HALLOWEEN! STAY SPOOKY EVERYGHOULIE!!! ✨🦇🎃💜
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sodoshame · 1 year ago
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Are You Warm Enough?
Nameless Ghouls x Fem!Reader
Warnings: None! Just fluff.
Summary: You fall asleep in the library, waking up in a ghouls arms. You then end up in a ghoul pile.
A/N: This is quite short, I’m sorry! Hope you enjoy though!
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Trying to keep my eyes open, I groan as I sit up in my chair, stretching my arms out. I’m so, so incredibly tired; but Sister Imperator is insisting that I get this task done before the end of the day. Looking around the library, I realise there’s no-one else here. Surely a little nap won’t hurt? I set an alarm on my phone for twenty minutes, and I rest my head on the desk, allowing my eyes to close.
~20 minutes later~
I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket. Confused, my eyes flicker open. Suddenly I realise I’m being carried. Looking up, I see a familiar, friendly face.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” Aether smiles at me, still walking whilst carrying me.
“Aeth? I- What?” I mumble, still sleepy and confused.
“You’re gonna come back to the ghoul den, okay? You’ve been working too much, and we miss you.” He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“But- Sister Imperator-” I start, looking around in slight confusion.
“Don’t worry about her. We’ll take care of it.” He smiles at me again, entering the common room. Putting me back on my feet, Aether shouts out to the others, alerting them of my presence.
Before I can do anything about it, I feel a strong pair of arms lift me up again, carrying me to the couch. I look up, being met with a toothy grin.
“Hi there, baby girl.” Swiss grins, sitting on the sofa and positioning me so my head is on his lap. Still sleepy, I look around, not really knowing what’s going on. I feel Swiss start to scratch my head gently with his claws, making me relax a bit.
“Mhm, that’s nice…” I mumble sleepily, letting my eyes close again.
I feel my legs be lifted up, then put back down. Opening my eyes again, I glance over to see Aether, who’s gently massaging my calves. Before I know it, Dew jumps on top of me, promptly snuggling his head into my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist, immediately purring.
“Oh, hey Dewy.” I chuckle sleepily. He responds by giving me a little squeeze and nuzzling into my neck.
Mountain walks in, ruffling my hair, as he sits down by Swiss’ legs, leaning against him. I smile at him, just accepting what I now knew was happening. A ghoul cuddle pile.
I hear excited chattering, I look up to see Cirrus and Cumulus walk in. They both grin at me and Cumulus settles down next to Swiss, leaning against him, and Cirrus plants herself on top of her. Then comes Rain and Phantom; they sit either side of Mountain, snuggling into him. Rain holds his hand up, clutching mine and giving it a little squeeze. I feel Dew raise his head slightly.
“Are you warm enough?” He asks, sounding tired himself.
“Yeah, but guys-” I start talking but am immediately interrupted by Dew snuggling his face back into my neck.
“Then sleep.” He mumbles simply.
I chuckle, finally giving into my tiredness. There’s no place I’d rather be than surrounded by my ghouls.
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ghuleh-anima-mia · 11 months ago
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"Those butterflies might be dormant, like little spirits, like little ghosts.
If you have those ghosts in there somewhere, you'll always have the key to everything." x
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ghulehunknown · 3 months ago
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Waking up with Papa Headcanons 💤
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The below contains Safe For Work headcanons! Gender neutral reader
This morning I woke up daydreaming about having a Papa in my bed and all the cute cuddling and pillow talk we’d do 🥹
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Primo
He’s already awake and brushing his teeth by the time you wake up
He’s made you a cup of tea, waiting for you on the bedside table
Kisses you sweetly on the forehead and hugs you before he leaves for the day
Says you are welcome to stay in his bed as long as you want
Secondo
You wake up to his arms protectively wrapped around your body
He already woke up long before you did, but wants to spend as much time with you as possible and didn’t want to leave yet
Has time for a quick cup of coffee and light conversation while he gets ready
Kisses you before leaving
Terzo
You wake up to him planting kisses on your neck and face
Your limbs are all tangled together because he’s wrapped himself tight around you in the night
He can’t get close enough to you and agonizes about leaving because all he wants to do is lay in bed with you all day and do nothing but watch TV and talk
You’re the first one to leave bed; he keeps pulling you back for more kisses, no matter how much you protest that you’re running late (and so is he)
Copia
He’s still snoring but is sleeping on his side, cuddling you with his hand on your waist, drool coming out of his mouth
Smiles when he wakes up and sees you next to him
Spends most of the free time staring into your eyes and talking with you before getting ready
Pulls you in tighter when you get up, and lets out an exasperated groan. “So soon, tesoro?”
Nihil
Laying flat on his back snoring with his mouth wide open
It takes a while to wake him up
Complains about what terrible sleep he got while you lay on his chest as he rubs your back soothingly before getting up for the day
He’s very slow to move or get ready at all, unless he has an important meeting
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ashthewaterghoul · 2 months ago
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Syrens can’t speak on land.
Rain gets summoned and isn’t used to not being able to talk. He’s a deep-sea Ghoul, rarely breaking the surface of the water so he’s only ever gone short periods of times not being able to speak.
Water Ghouls have their own type of sign language so they can commune above water and even under the water if they’re hunting.
When Rain is summoned he is not only silenced due to the amount of time he has to spend above water, but because none of the other Ghouls know sign, and the sign the humans have is different and makes no sense to Rain.
Rain also can’t write been as water, paper and ink don’t exactly mix so he never learned.
He just resigns to nodding and shaking his head and trying to mime as best as he can.
That’s until one day when the Fire Ghoul that has a Water’s name sneaks into his room and raises his hands, making the familiar shapes of infernal sign.
“I’ll be your voice. The voice I never had when I was summoned.”
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delulluart · 11 months ago
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after work hours (or: I got annoyed by people depicting him as an old man who uses his phone like a grandpa and this entire thing got completely out of hand)
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nocturnal-birb · 4 months ago
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I think the reason why I like the new song so much is because it's giving "you're getting existential crisis over the future but I will hold you right here right now"
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duckzz · 1 year ago
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lilypadlys · 7 months ago
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Haircuts make Dew uncomfortable.
A product of his element transition was that his hair got badly singed and most of the length had to be cut off. Dew loved his platinum blonde, practically white hair. Took immaculate care of it. Adored its body and how it rippled like water. And suddenly it was burnt and matted and gone. Then to add insult to injury, even after it grew back it became a harvest gold.
Dew hates it at first. No matter how much Aether and Mountain insist that his hair is prettier than ever, that it suits him so well, he hates it. At first, he wears it back and under hats and beanies, refusing to deal with it. Eventually it gets so bad though that he tries to bleach it. Unfortunately the bleach further trashes his already damaged hair and he has to get it cut short all over again.
His packmates know he needs help but they aren’t sure what to do. Compliments and affirmations are all well and good but they don't really help. Doesn’t fix it. He knows his packmates mean well but he can’t really take their words to heart.
Then one day, Cumulus asks Dew for his help with doing her hair. Says she’s trimming it to avoid split ends and could he help her with the back sections? He agrees and helps her out. He helps her straighten her hair so she can trim it, then helps her work in product afterwards to help it regain its curl. Then she asks if he would like her to do his.
He refuses immediately. His hair has just gotten back to a couple inches below shoulder length, still too short for his liking, and even an end trim seems like too much. She doesn’t take offense though, just nods and changes the subject; has him pick what scent of hair mask she should use next.
And then next time she does her hair, she has him help her decide how to style it; braids or in space buns. And the time after that if she should cut it all short for summer. He immediately gasps at the thought, and waxes poetic about how pretty her hair is until they’re both giggling. And then he regards his own tangled mane in the mirror.
He asks in a quiet voice if he can borrow her hair scissors. She agrees, handing them over and watching him carefully. He brings the scissors up to the ends of his hair, but he stops. Freezes. He can’t do it.
“Would you like me to help?” She asks gently.
He hesitates and then nods, passing the scissors back over. She gestures for him to sit on the edge of the tub and stands behind him.
“I’m just going to get the ends, alright? Just to help your hair be a bit less tangled. Is that okay?”
He nods, not trusting his voice.
She brushes through his hair gently, mindful of the tangles. Asks one more time if he’s okay with this. When he nods again she wraps a towel around him. She works as quickly as she can while still being careful to make sure everything is even. When she’s done, she sets the scissors aside and uses her air magic to sweep the cut ends of his hair away into the trashcan and out of sight. Then she brushes through his hair again and grabs the curling iron.
“Okay if I style it a little?”
“Sure.” Dew shrugs noncommittally.
An ironic perk of Dew’s hair now is that it’s a lot more fire resistant. Still Cumulus is careful not to turn the iron on too hot and risk burning herself. She uses it to add a slight wave to Dew’s hair before finally letting him look.
Dew gets up and shyly glances at himself in the mirror, eyes going wide once he does. Even though it’s not perfect, there’s still damaged ends left from lack of regular care, Dew has to admit that it looks a lot better. Cumulus had to take about three inches off but as he runs a hand through it and doesn’t get caught on a rats nest of tangled ends he sighs in relief. The slight wave has the corner of his mouth quirking up even as he begins to blink rapidly.
“Feel a little bit better?” Cumulus asks.
“Yeah. Thank you.”
They both ignore how Dew’s voice cracks a little. Cumulus definitely doesn’t notice that dampness around Dew’s eyes. She busies herself cleaning up while Dew turns away and rubs his eyes.
“If you’re up for it, I know what might really help. A nice deep shampooing and conditioning will go a long way towards helping maintain your hair. You can use my stuff and I’ll even help you wash if you want.”
Dew knows how protective over her hair products Cumulus is. The fact that she’s offering makes him smile. He nods.
“Thank you.”
Cumulus gets the both of them ensconced in the tub, Dew using his magic to keep the water steamy while Cumulus massages shampoo through his hair. The way her claws gently card over his scalp has him purring in no time despite the stress he’d been feeling. By the time she’s rinsing the conditioner, she practically has to hold him up so he doesn’t fall asleep right there in the bath. After, she helps him stand and wraps him in her fluffiest towel before wrapping a smaller towel around his head to dry his hair.
“Why don’t you get some comfy clothes and I’ll get a nest ready. Sounds good?”
“Uh huh.” Dew’s too worn out and sleepy to fuss about being taken care of.
He dutifully pads off to his room to change and Cumulus makes good on her promise and sets up a blanket and pillow nest. She’s just fluffing the last pillow when Dew returns in an oversized tee and sleep shorts, and mostly dry hair. Without complaint, he hops up on the bed and sinks into the blankets with a happy chirp. Cumulus finishes drying her own hair, changes into pajamas and joins him.
“Okay if I braid your hair? It’ll help with tangles and it’ll be wavy in the morning.”
“Kay.” He murmurs, already drifting off. She giggles and retrieves her brush from her nightstand. Dew is fast asleep before she even ties the braid off with a silk scrunchie.
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drapopia · 2 months ago
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THINKING THOUGHTS TODAY
i know we have all seen copia in his tracksuit playing his video games, and he’s surely adorable BUT
please consider for your viewing pleasure: copia wearing his tracksuit with a little tank top underneath, laid back on his futon while you relqx beside him, your legs draped over his while he plays his games. he’s slouched against the cushion, the tank top barely riding up and exposing just a peek of his happy trail, silver and light brown ringlets of hair in a delicious little blanket. while he isn’t as skinny as he was in his younger days, you can see where the underlying planes of muscle are defined under the fabric, a soft padding of flesh above it (a testament to his life and how much he has enjoyed living).
and his legs! oh, they look so deliciously packed into those sweatpants. sturdy muscle from gallivanting on stage, sculpted into soft places for you to enjoy (and certainly for him to enjoy as well). the urge to just peel them off right now, though he looks so focused on his game! “dr. mario is some intense stuff!” he teases you.
but he certainly will not say no to you leaning up and running your hands under the shirt, a veritable eden of warmth and softness, though he may hiss and whine “amore, your hands are so cold!” but copia, you’re warming them up! ah, now he understands. surely your hands and more will be burning with a much different heat sooner than later
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conjuring-ghouls · 2 years ago
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It's the words that were never spoken that echoes through the times. It's the smell of the burning temples swept away by rhymes (x)
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copias-juicebox · 3 months ago
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Gif requests 3/? - made by @lokihutchersonmellark
i can basically taste it
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