#ghost band icons

[nekomancave]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀　☆.. ﾉ ghost icons 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

[kissmyspaceace]

Christmas time is approaching so I guess this is becoming relevant again. Feel free

I'm making dumb Ghost christmas icons in case anybody wants some

[kabukiaku]

some halloween ghost commissions! had to share em, they were very fun to work on 🎃🖤✨

[scarecrowmax]

Papa Nihil Icons

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[needlepoiint]

the quiver always has me in stitches

[mister-ghost]

they look like mosquitoes

[wrathofrats]

I have work but here’s a second batch while I’m thinking about it, something random and some earth ghoul centered ones bc yall know I love my earth babies

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Pebble is going to explode.

"I hate you. I'm never listening to you ever again," he growls weakly at a grinning Delta.

"What ? Gonna tell me you don't like what you see ?"

As a matter of fact, Pebble does. Alpha looks like a damn snack like this, all sweaty and disheveled from sparring with Ifrit. Fire ghouls and their need to roughouse to release pent up energy.

Pebble only realizes he's biting his tongue when he tastes blood.

He hates that everything he sees is alluring. Alpha's damp skin glistening, his shorts sticking to his thighs, his muscles shifting with every movement, the strands of red hair escaping the bun at the back of the fire ghoul's head, everything.

Alpha cracks his wrapped knuckles, testing his split lip with the point of his tongue, and Pebble is hit with the overwhelming need to give him the sloppiest head of his life.

It must be written all over his face, because Ifrit catches his eyes and smirks, before bumping shoulders with Alpha and nodding toward the drooling earth ghoul.

When Alpha's eyes meet Pebble's, cocky smile firmly in place, there is a promise burning in them.

"Oh, you're fucked," Delta cackles.

Pebble swallows, once, twice, mouth dry as a desert.

"Fuck, I hope so."

[scarecrowmax]

Sister Imperator Icons

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[da-rulah]

If Trumpet Fiddle kills off Copia during PRIDE MONTH I’m classing that as a hate crime

[scarecrowmax]

Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil Icons

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[ghuleeh]

⭒Ghost(b.c.) matching bios 👻

- cirice

I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart... 𔘓

... I can see through the scars inside you

- Respite On The Spitalfields

I'll be the shadow...

...You'll be the light ᮫۟ 𝅄

- Mary On A Cross

If you choose to run away with me...

...I will tickle you internally ♡

- Call Me Little Sunshine

You will never walk alone...

...You can always reach me

᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶ ᪶᪶ ᪶ ᪶

[maraudersoncrack1981]

Sirius coded outfit

(Wore this for a ghost ritual but it was giving Sirius)

[dewsgremlin]

Nihil: What's wrong with you?!

Terzo: Everything. Except for the way I dress.

[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."

[mercurysketches]

smile! 😁🤳🏽