#ghost swedish band

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Possess Me (Swiss x Reader)

Summary: Ghouls are misunderstood creatures, they let you see what they want you to see and sometimes that's just their stage personas but behind the masks, they are something else entirely. Y/n got that reality check when one particular ghoul showed his true nature.

Pairings: Swiss x Reader

Triggers: Slight obsessive, possessive, and tsundere Swiss

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He knew she was perfect from the moment she first stepped foot into the Abbey all those months ago. Amid all the new recruits' other bright-eyed and fresh faces, hers stuck out the most. Not because she was dressed differently (all of them wore the same standard Sibling uniform), or because she had distinguishing features that made her stand out from the crowd like piercings, tattoos, or bright-colored hair. But because of the look on her face as she took everything in. It wasn't any less than shining fascination and excitement but it was just the way she looked at everything around her - like she was indeed taking in the splendor of the Abbey and imagining the skill it took to create such details; she looked at everything as if it was a true work of art to be appreciated and most importantly...respected.

Not a lot of people looked at this place as such. A place that held decades of history, secrets, and lore crafted and chiseled over all those many years. She looked at it as the most important place in the world to be cherished and respected. But her look when her gaze landed on the Ghouls of the Abbey was far more gut-wrenching. Not because there was fear or disgust in them, not even confusion. She looked at them - dressed in their usual black attire and silver masks with postures straight and intimidating. She looked at them as if they were something far more precious to reside in this establishment. As if he mattered far more than anything else.

The smile she had given them while everybody else looked on with a sense of apprehension and wariness made something inside him clench; something forming inside of him when her beautiful eyes traveled from one ghoul to the next until they landed on his; even from behind the silver metal of his mask, he could see her eyes land on him - no, not on him but more looking through him. Even from a distance, he knew she was staring straight into his eyes. Without fear, without trepidation, and without a shred of shyness as the corners of her perfect mouth tilted upward into a smile so dazzling it damn near broke his heart. And then she'd waved; the motion catching the attention of the other ghouls as much as him and he swore Rain even gave her a little wave back.

He had sworn that she would not last long. That her sweetness would soon be tainted the longer she stayed within the Abbey as part of its clergy. But months passed and while he watched other siblings of sin fall to carnal pleasures she never did. Somewhere...somehow she found the strength to stay pure. That fact made Swiss crave her all the more.

Even now, a good year of her being within the Abbey; while others of her group had already left unable to deal with the lifestyle. She never left and each day he found new ways to try and get close to her. Her name was Y/n. It wasn't anything fancy; common by most standards but it fit her so well. And Swiss had no problem with getting close to her - daily reminding her in his own flirtatious ways how pretty she was...how well she fit into the Clergy. He had all her attention. Until that...boy, came along and well. Swiss don't share what's his.

Y/n was walking down the hallway, arms fully loaded with stacks of books that were just one short of covering her vision completely as she strolled down the pathway - the soft tapping of her flats drowned out by the voices and hubbub of the Abbey as others siblings were doing their own things. When a figure came out of nowhere; jogging up to her. She turned her head to look over and gave a friendly smile when she noticed Steven, a new recruit who'd only been there a month or so. He was cute with short cropped dirty blond hair slightly longer on top and pretty ocean eyes that watched Y/n with admiration as he lifted a hand to wave at her.

She didn't know him long but she had been one of the siblings that helped him get accustomed to the Abbey; they had chores together a few times and he was always so helpful and friendly with her.

"Hey, Y/n! Those look heavy, would you like some help with those?" he asked as he motioned at the stack of heavy books in her arms.

"Oh! Sure, that'd be appreciated. But aren't you busy with your own chores?" she raised a brow as she glanced back the way he had come to the small group of other siblings who were busy doing their part.

"Ah, yeah I mean I do have them to do but I didn't want you to trip and fall with those books." he replied rubbing the back of his neck.

Y/n's smile tipped up a bit more. "Well, I won't say no to extra help. These books are pretty heavy. Thank you." she finally agreed as Steven grabbed half of the books off of her stack and eased some of her burden, in the process.

"Where are these heading?" Steven was standing too close not that Y/n seemed to realize as they began walking again.

She didn't notice the extra pairs of eyes that followed her from across the court they were walking through as she looked up at Steven while replying. Steven noticed though as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise up and caused him to glance behind him as if he was being tailed but saw no one.

"Oh, these are going back to Papa's office," she explained "He had me help with some transcriptions from the Latin books for the next sermon. I was just going to return them to his person shelves." she responded as they walked.

"Ah, I see." the boy licked his lips nervously. "Hey, Y/n...are you close with Papa? I couldn't help but notice how often you interact with him. N-not that I was like...watching you or anything it's just...Papa's a big figure around here and I don't notice him giving any special attention to any of the other siblings besides a few passing words, y'know?" Steven mentioned nervously.

Y/n's brows furrowed thoughtfully, her mouth twisted sideways in a cute little expression. "Oh, I don't know. I'd say so. He often asks for my help because my major in college had been history and language so I've very good with Latin. I just think he doesn't like to do the paperwork himself." her laugh was sweet.

"Why do you ask?"

Steven shrugged. "Nothing...just like I said, he seems to favor you a lot and you're always seen with his ghouls too so...just wondering." he shrugged a shoulder.

The girl smiled fondly at the mention of the ghouls as she looked down as she walked. "Yeah, I suppose that's accurate. They like to make themselves useless when not practicing or being on tour and since I'm, as you mentioned, I am always being sought out by Papa I suppose they see me as a close confidante." she mused before laughing again

"They are amazing creatures aren't they?"

But Steven wasn't laughing. In fact, his face had fallen a bit and twisted into an expression that made Y/n feel uncomfortable when she finally looked up at him.

"I don't think so, no." he replied finally "They give me the ick. They're always so intimidating and just...stand there staring at you like some bad omen. When they aren't causing havoc at least. I don't know how many vases I had to clean up or replace charred marks and broken walls because of them. They're like children...very very disrespectful children." he grumbled.

Y/n stopped in her tracks as she listened to his words; a frown pulling at her mouth as she stared at him. "They aren't bad creatures, Steven. Sure they like to have some fun but I mean...if you threw a big party something would be bound to happen like broken things and a hole in the wall or two. It's no different." she said quietly as she defended the ghouls.

"Seriously? They're literal demons, Y/n!" Steven turned towards her seeing the expression of disapproval on her face.

Y/n took a breath to collect herself before saying anything that would accelerate the issue. "Steven," she said trying to keep her voice calm and even.

"I don't like the way you are speaking about them. The ghouls are incredible creatures; yes, literal demons. They don't harm the siblings and are a great help around the Abbey. Please don't disrespect them like that. Disrespecting them is like insulting and disrespecting Papa and his judgment." she shook her head. "I won't allow it."

Steven just stared at her as if he was rethinking something and didn't notice the figures walking towards them from up the hall. The pair just stared at each other before a smooth voice tinged with dark intent spoke up from behind Steven causing both siblings to turn their attention to the dark-clad figures standing there.

"Is there a problem here?"

Y/n's expression softened slightly upon seeing the familiar silver masks. "Swiss and Aether! What a surprise." her smile widened.

"What are you two doing? Don't you have practice?" she asked tilting her head and watching them with those big innocent eyes she always gave them.

Aether tipped his head and raised a hand to give her a little wave. "Hey there sweetpea," he ignore the not-so-subtle scoff Steven gave before continuing. "Practice just got out! Where are you heading?"

"Oh, just to Papa's office, I finished up those translations he needed help on the other day; just returning his books to him! How'd practice go?" she asked in return and Steven sighed obviously not pleased at this turn of events.

This made Swiss, who had yet to say a word besides his initial approach, to snap his head towards him in such a way one could have mistaken him for Dewdrop if it wasn't for their stature differences.

"Something the matter, Steven?" he asked far too calmly for his usual personality - the tone he used just for his name alone was so condescending that Y/n and Aether both turned to look toward the pair.

"Yeah, actually." Steven straightened up and glared at Swiss. "You're interrupting us." he stated in bravado.

Y/n's mouth opened to scold the boy but Swiss took one large step towards the Brother in a way that was menacing even to Y/n's eyes.

"Is that right?"

Aether absently reached out to grab a hold of Y/n's shoulders and gently pull her away from the pair and wrap an arm around her shoulders to keep her from pushing her way between the agitated males.

"Yeah, that's right. Me and Y/n were busy." Steven had to look up towards Swiss since he was a few inches shorter. "You can say your pleasantries and then go back to whatever you Ghouls do. Like, cause trouble."

Swiss' teeth flashed in his signature swiss smile that was all white straight teeth but the smile was anything but friendly as he bore down on the other; inching downwards until Steven had to take a half step back to gain space.

"Listen to me, you worthless excuse for a mortal boy," Swiss' voice was rough with a demonic edge that caused Steven's eyes to widen a bit in fear. "You don't disrespect Y/n, ever."

"You don't belittle her for her interests, you don't disrespect her preferences, and you sure as hell won't stand here acting all high and mighty as if you have a claim to her."

"Swiss-" Y/n started taking a step forward but Aether's grip tightened and he pulled her back against his side.

"Not the right time, lovie. Let him say his peace...it's better than cleaning up a body." the Quintessence ghoul murmured to her but even he too was watching his packmate like a hawk to make sure he doesn't have to jump in to stop him from tearing the sibling's throat out.

"She isn't yours-" Steven began but Swiss cut him off; literally, with a clawed hand gripping the boy's throat and pulling him closer - the glow of his demonic eyes behind the mask eerie and causing the boy to tremble.

"That's where you are mistaken...Y/n's mine. She's ours. So the next time I see you anywhere near her or talking to her with anything other than respect..." Swiss' head tilted to the side

"I will give you a reason to call us demons of hell."

With that, the Multi-ghoul let go of the other and snatched the stack of books from his grasp before jerking his chin. "Now scram, you haven't finished your assigned chores yet." back was that playful ghoul Y/n was used to as his smile grew from threatening to even worse because he was now smiling like he usually did - all friendly and jokes. All of them knew that was far scarier than the earlier smile he had on because he was playing it off as if nothing happened even while the threat hung heavy in the air.

Nobody would find the body, Y/n was sure of it. She didn't say anything though and just clutched the books tighter to herself but she was not afraid. Steven sort of did ask for it with the way he was speaking about the ghouls; she couldn't find it in herself to feel sorry for him for pissing off Swiss.

But as the sibling scrambled down the hall, tripping over his own two feet, Swiss turned around as if nothing happened before joining his packmate and Sister.

"Papa's office you said?" he asked as he sidled up to them.

"Mhm." Y/n nodded slowly. Aether let go of the girl and instead grabbed the stack of books she was holding before the pair began escorting her down the hall toward Papa's office.

They did not say anything as they walked and said nothing still while they put away the books but as Aether left the room to wait in the hall it was only Swiss and Y/n left in the office. The Sister was busy writing down a note for Papa on a sticky note on the desk when she felt a presence behind her. She straightened up but didn't look back at Swiss.

"You didn't have to threaten him, you know." her voice was soft in the quietness of the office.

Swiss tilted his head to watch the side of her face as he idly picked up a strand of her hair. "Oh, but I did, sweetheart. He disrespected you. No one does that." he replied casually but there was a lilt in his voice that made Y/n turn her head to look at him; not that she would see much with the mask on but her eyes met him through the mask and she found herself entangled in their colors.

"It's not about the disrespect Swiss. I could have handled it, I was handling it." she protested quietly with a pointed look. "Tell me the truth, because I know that display out there wasn't because someone disrespected me. You would have just given him a slap on the wrist with a well-placed Swiss-style insult."

She turned around to find his body caging her against the edge of the desk. "That display out there, that was something different entirely." she scanned the mask as if she was trying to see his expression through the metal.

"Do you really want me to say it?" the ghoul gripped the edge of the desk on either side of her as he bent his frame over hers.

"I'm not stupid Swiss but I think it's warranted to say out loud so that it's in the air." she raised her chin stubbornly; casting her face closer to his by default as her bright eyes stared up daringly into his.

A rumble vibrated in his chest and but she didn't feel intimidated or scared even when she felt the leathery tip of his tail snaking up her leg and tightening like a boa around her thigh while his large hands gripped her waist; the sharp tips of his claws digging into the soft flesh beneath her habit to pull her closer until they were chest to chest.

"You are mine, Y/n." his voice was deep as he stared down into her wide eyes. "You've been mine since the first damned time you laid your eyes on me. No one. no one threatens to take you away from me."

Y/n breath lodged in her throat as she reached up to cup his jaw; feeling the stubble growing there - rough and prickly against her fingertips. "You're an idiot." her words made him pause as she let it out in a controlled breath.

"One big idiot. To ever think anybody could compare to you." her hands gripped his collar and yanked him down to crash her lips against his, that was anything but sweet.

Teeth clanked and nipped, hands gripped tight and yanked until there were bruises surely to be left until oxygen burned out and she pulled back; crashing against the desk to steady herself as she bit her bottom lip swollen from his bites and kisses.

"And," she finally breathed out. "You're a bigger idiot for thinking that you were the only one with an obsession, Swiss." his name left her lips like a taunt as she gave him a slow curling smile that had his blood boiling.

That look alone made the Multi-ghoul surge forward only to be stopped by her hand gripping his collar just centimeters before he could latch his mouth over hers again.

"But I'm not easy." she used her grip on his collar to push him back a few steps before straightening herself up. "And I won't be easy to catch." she brushed past him to leave the room.

Swiss chuckled low; echoing in the empty room with a darkness only those of hell could achieve. As Y/n began leaving the room she heard his parting words and they caused a thrill to race through her blood.

"Run... run... run, little rabbit. The hunt is on."

Taglist: @darklylucid @strawberry-moonpies

[sarahblueskyyyy]

Sore

MDNI!!! Headcanon/drabble, Ghouls/Ghoulettes x f! Reader, romance, fluff, explicit, PWP, penetration, nipple play, dry-humping, boobs job, etc.

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You tell them your breast is sore. Perhaps a massage or two might help.

Cumulus

“‘Lus, my bweebs hurt.”

She laughs softly. “Aw, my poor baby ... is your period coming?”

You nod and whine.

With her plump body, she wraps you with her arms. Warmth floods all over and she can’t help but notices the rising cheeks of yours against her arm. “Let me massage them, yeah?”

And it doesn’t take long until she slips her hands under your shirt, squeezing and massaging your breast, tenderly at first.

“That feels better?”

"Mh-hmn ...,” you murmur and sigh contently. “Feels so good, ‘Lus.”

It’s a little bit too late when you realize Cumulus has been slowly changing her tactic from massaging to—pleasuring. Her fingers latched on your tits, giving it a circular motion, and each stroke firmer than before.

Not her fault that you keep grinding your ass on her and let out strangled noises every time her fingers pinch on your nipples, tugging on them, until you can’t hold your moans and heavy breath.

"‘Lus please ....”

“Please what—baby?” Her hands firm on your tits. “You gotta say it clearly.”

“Touch me more—nghh.”

“I am touching you. My hands are full. And—no cheating baby, don’t touch yourself.”

You try your best not to slid your fingers to your already wet cunt and rub your clit. All you can do is pressing your thigh together, feeling the obvious sticky sensation in your underwear.

And she gets a little mean too. She grasps on your tits, playing with it and give them occasional slaps. You aren’t sure you can cum just by this, but—Cumulus is persistent.

And it’s proven to be successful when she is unrelenting in kneading the lumps of fat, rolling her thumbs on the nipples. And when you cum, you cum hard.

Cumulus smiles triumphantly. “Maybe I need to massage other area ... don’t you think so, love?”

Phantom

“Phantom, my breast kinda ache.”

Poor ghoul still hasn’t quite grasp how a human’s body works. He quickly gets up from his phone, eyebrows knitted and worriedness seeping through his heart. “Are you okay? Do you need a doctor?”

Your lips curl up into a gentle smile. “No, it’s just ... it’s the usual. Women experience this when they are getting their period.”

Phantom nods hesitantly.

“Anyway, you wanna help massaging them?”

Well, anything for you, right? So you lie down the bed and take off the shirt, and when he looks at your tits, a little bit swollen than it usually is, he gulps.

“Will it hurt? Will I hurt you?”

“No, baby. Just touch it softly.”

His thumb reaches out first, brushing your nipple. And it’s so sensitive you jerk at the first contact. It doesn’t deter him to do more though.

He sits beside you, two hands now on your soft flesh, squeezing on them.

You exhale in pure bliss and it switches something on him. He’s hard rock and he can’t hide it.

So when you offer him, “You wanna ... uhm, get off using my tits?” of course he says yes in a heartbeat.

So he changes his position, now on top of you. Two hands still cupping your breast, full and swollen, and he put his hardened cock between it.

He is pressing on your chest as he moves his hips, forward and backward. At some point, her movement becomes erratic, nd he slurs out incoherently, “Feels good, mnghh, love—”

And when he orgasms, his cum spurts on your chest, messy and sticky.

You laughs lovingly. “So good for me, baby.”

But, he hasn’t finished, though. Phantom once again anchored his fingers on your tits, and he opens his mouth, ready to suck on your nipple.

“Still hasn’t finished massaging it. Wanna clean it up first, okay? Please?”

Dewdrop

"Dew, my tits are sore.”

“The fuck am I supposed to do with it?”

You roll your eyes and whining, shove your face into the pillow. “Never mind.”

Dewdrop sighs and puts down his book. “Your period is coming, right? You’re always in a bitchy mood every time.”

And when you don’t answer, he slowly pulls your shoulder, makes you look at him. His voice softens as he says, “I won’t understand if you don’t tell me, doll. What do you want me to do?”

“Well, mhh ... massage them?”

“.... That should be easy.”

And one thing about Dewdrop—he always takes his job seriously. And finishes it; ties every loose ends.

So don’t be surprised if he does more than a massage. He grabs on your plump flesh like there is no tomorrow. He bites, he sucks, and he rolls his tongue all over your nipples until it gets even more red and swollen. His teeth are rolling on that bundle of nerves.

Does it relief the sore? Well, yeah, maybe, maybe not, one thing for sure—it feels damn good.

And while his lips are working on the areola, his fingers are sliding into your slick cunt, pumping into it.

And you arch your back, wailing when the fire ghoul ends up gliding his cock in your drenched pussy, ramming into you, while his two hands keep squeezing on your tits every time they are bouncing because of his harsh thrust.

“Dew, too much, anghh—”

His laugh is raspy and breathy near your ear. “No worries. I’ll put a warm compress on your tits after this.”

Actually, after this, it’ll be your whole body that needs a warm towel, but—whatever. You love it anyway.

Bonus!

Copia

“Papa ... my breast is aching.”

Copia looks up from his paper. The colour red creeping into his face, up to his ears. “Uhm, ah ... are you okay, tesoro mio?”

“Yeah.” You act coy, swaying your hips a little, and sit on the side of his table. You push your chest out, both of your hands are cupping your tits from outside your shirt. “It’s the usual. I think my period is coming soon.”

Copia clears his throat, eyes are fixated on your bulging nipples under the shirt. “What should I do to help you, dear?”

The corners of your lips are pulled upwards. “Can you maybe massage it, Papa? Maybe it'll relief the aching."

You need to guide him in the beginning. His hands are callouses and carefully placed on top of your shirt. He starts from the below of your tits and pushes his fingers to the centres and realizes he ends up pinching your nipples.

You moans involuntarily, shudders fill your body.

“Are you—was I too rough?”

“No, Papa—in fact, you can be rougher. It won’t hurt me, I promise.”

So, he does as he told. He keeps the same motions repetitively. From the below, to the centre, and slowly but surely—he’s getting brave to pinch on the nipples and pressing it with his thumbs. The frictions between his fingers and your shirt make you more sensitive tenfold.

At some point, his patience gets eroded completely, and he slides his hands under your shirt, directly massaging your tits.

“Ah, ah, Papa—”

“Ti scongiuro,” he begs. “Wanna make you feel good, my treasure.”

You nod obediently as he gestures to spread your legs and rubbing his crotch against yours. Hands still persist on your breast, kneading and playing with it.

You’re not sure if it’s your wet juices or is it his pre-cum that stains his pants. One thing for sure, the more he toys with your tits, the more you feel your high approaching.

And when you cum, he orgasms as well under his pants. You need a few seconds until you realize the soreness on your breast is coming back. And still, you need more of it.

“Copia ... one more time, please?”

[lunariiawrites]

Truth or Dare (Intro)

Summary: When all in the Ministry are asleep, the ghouls summon a Sister of Sin to spend the night. Among all the chaos, Dew comes up with a brilliant idea. Truth or Dare with the ghouls is about to make the night a lot more interesting, especially with their favorite human involved.

Fandom: Ghost (Band)

Triggers: Sexual tension, fondling, groping, dirty talk, teasing, manhandling/roughness, and more.

Pairings: Poly Ghouls with multiple pairings.

Notes: Let me know if there's any specific ghoul you want to see sooner rather than later! I only haven't included Sunshine/Aurora/Phantom because I haven't gotten a feel for them yet!

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The Ministry was quiet, low lights casting a faint glow over the stone walls. Siblings were succumbing to sleep as the weariness caused by Sister Imperator’s tasks finally caught up to them.

All except one.

(Y/N) sat on the couch in the ghoul dorms, chuckling at Swiss as he chased Dewdrop around the room for stealing his vape. It had taken the multi-ghoul a bit to realize what Dew’s pointed looks were for, but once realization dawned over him, his expression turned from shock to determination as he chased the fire ghoul around the room with Dew cackling the whole time.

Being night time, they told her to dress in pajamas, something comfortable being essential for hanging out at night like they tended to do as of late. Tonight was kind of like the ghoul version of a slumber party, only without—

“Let’s play Truth or Dare!”

Oh no.

Dew’s voice rang out as he ducked under Swiss’s arms, the ghoul growling slightly and stalking after him. There was a mischievous tone to Dew’s suggestion, and as a few ghouls groaned, one couldn’t help but wonder why he wanted to play all of a sudden.

“That didn’t go so well last time.” Rain commented, sprawling out lazily on a chair a few feet away. Dew chuckled, waving his hand dismissively as he slid on the couch next to (Y/N), putting an arm around her. It was common for fire ghouls to run hotter than others, and she could feel his body heat through her clothes, just warm enough to be comfortable. In a way, it almost felt like she was sitting with her back to a fire.

“Yes,” Dew said nonchalantly, a grin blooming on his face. “But now we have our favorite human here to play with us. Should be much more interesting.” He cackled, failing miserably to continue to keep the vape from Swiss as the ghoul finally wrestled it from his hands.

Oh. So that's why he wanted to play.

“We’ll join.” Cirrus spoke up from the corner, Cumulus nodding in agreement. “We were getting a bit bored anyway.”

The girls getting involved would certainly make the game interesting, as they didn’t tend to shy away from much of anything, even if it was of a perverted nature. Sunshine wasn’t here tonight, and she didn’t know whether to be thankful the ghoulette wasn’t here to subject her to embarrassing questions or feel disappointed she wasn’t included.

One by one the ghouls agreed to play, some slightly reluctant at first to join. Even Mountain agreed to play after a few moments, and the fact that the soft spoken earth ghoul was interested was a surprise in itself.

A few minutes later, everyone had formed a circle in the middle of the room. (Y/N) sat comfortably with Swiss and Cirrus on either side of her, close enough that their legs were brushing hers slightly. Scanning the circle, she spoke up, looking pointedly at Dew.

“So how do we decide who goes first?”

Dew paused before pulling a green bottle from the nearby coffee table, chugging the rest of it’s contents before setting it down on the floor horizontally, the glass making a soft ding.

“Maybe this’ll work?” He suggested, giving the bottle a test spin before grinning. “Oh yeah.”

As he spun the bottle, everyone waited with bated breath, wondering who would get the honor (or horror) of being the first to go.

[jaca3rys]

The way I'd sell my left tit for the mosh pit experience at a Ghost concert,,, I had front row seats but I WANNA BE CLOSER. I NEED TO SEE ALL OF THEM UP CLOSE

[palps-is-me]

Hey Ghesties

For anyone else attending the Ritual in Berlin, Uber Arena.

I got some answers regarding facepaint and clothing.

After the official anwser bot, face paint is allowed as long as it doesn't go against any rules / laws regarding clothing and symbols.

In general the arena doesn't have a dress code, though dress code can be given by the event holder.

So in this case Ghost has to decide, the arena should technically not be able to enforce any rules on you regarding your outfit, though taller hats will probably be now allowed.

But if you want to do Papa paint it should be fine.

I've attached some screenshots, but I forgot to set the side into English so you'll have to take them screenshots like this sorry :(

I'm looking forward to sharing my first ritual with everyone else attending this one :D

[candyheart-art]

AU where Terzo and Copia where cardinals together, I like to think they where friends before Terzo became Papa III🖤

(Proshippers do not fucking touch this post)

(Please do not repost on other websites without tags or permission!)

[a-weird-being]

Tha part in Ghost's Ritual. But it's "unhallowed be thy ween" instead of "unhallowed be thy name"

You know what. Fuck you.

*unhallows your ween*

[deusinabsentiaa]

new personal and ghost band fandom side page!

I just put together a new side page where I’ll keep all my personal and ghost fandom related posts! Feel free to follow, my username is @dancemacabr :) I just wanted to keep this more on topic with my witchcraft and deity work with Satan and Lucifer.

[needlepoiint]

𝔭𝔞𝔭𝔞 𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔰 𝔦𝔦𝔦, 𝔞𝔨𝔞 𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔷𝔬 (𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱).

[greenbirdtrash]

and i thought to myself it's gonna be a simple 30 minute study........WRONG.

some closeups because i spent waay too much time on details

[ghelullu]

Half the fandom: "The Ministry is in the USA!"

The Band:

[titlemewickedwonderland]

I've Got You (Ghost Oneshot)

Summary: After being rejected time and time again. After being abandoned by so many other people in her life; Y/n fears getting close to someone but her heart is weak and when she grows attached to Swiss; one of Papa's ghouls, she's scared that she'll lose him too, and the thought nearly breaks her apart.

Prompt:

3. One falling asleep on the other's lap

2. "I'm not going to leave you."

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The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a dim glow upon the desolate courtyard. In a quiet corner of the Abbey's gates, a young girl named Y/n stood alone, her heart heavy with sadness. With tears streaming down her face, she hugged her coat tightly around her shivering body. The bitter cold bit at her exposed skin on her legs from her dress, mirroring the icy emptiness she felt inside.

Y/n's once vibrant eyes, filled with hope and innocence, now reflected a profound sense of abandonment. Her parents, consumed by their own demons, had long since disappeared down the road and out of her life, leaving her to fend for herself and in the care of the Abbey that she had once enjoyed coming to visit. They had promised to be there for her, to protect and love her unconditionally. But their hollow words had turned to echoes, fading into the darkness along with their presence; just like everybody else in her life whether friends or family had. Was it her fault? Had she not done enough? Could she have done more?

She stood on the sidewalk, watching the world go by. In the pale light of the moon she felt invisible, a forgotten soul lost in the sea of despair and confusion. The weight of her solitude bore down on her fragile shoulders, threatening to break her spirit.

A gust of wind swept through the empty courtyard, rattling discarded leaves from the trees along the ground and sending a chilling breeze through Y/n's clothes. She hugged herself tighter, desperately seeking solace in her own embrace. As she looked up at the flickering lights that surrounded the Church, its feeble glow provided little comfort in the vastness of her loneliness.

A soft shuffle of footsteps came closer to her casting her gaze away from the building to find Papa standing there in his nightclothes with a robe on to fight off the chill. His unpainted face looked worn and sad; for her maybe as he extended his hand to her with a small smile.

"It's alright, mi cario. Come, come with me; let's get you out of the cold. There are some people who'd be happy to see you again."

But would they? Who would care? Memories of better days flooded her mind, teasing her with fleeting moments of joy. She recalled the laughter that once filled her home, the warmth of her parents' hugs, and the feeling of being loved by friends and family alike. But those memories had become distant whispers, fading remnants of a life she once knew.

A single tear fell from her cheek, freezing as it touched the ground. She gazed into the distance past Papa's figure to the entrance of the only place that truly stayed intact in her memories, searching for a beacon of hope, a sign that someone cared. A figure in the shadows moved into the light revealing the familiar face of her closest friend - at the sight of him her heart broke and she pushed past Papa; racing down the bricked pathway as if her very life depended on it and straight into Swiss' arms; her body slammed against his nearly knocking them to the ground but he stabilized himself and picked her up; holding her tightly against his chest as her body shook with loud unashamed sobs that echoed into the night.

With a nod to Papa across the yard the Multi-ghoul took his charge back to the ghoul's wing. Everyone else was sleeping in their rooms not yet awake as it was late so he took her to his bedroom and softly closed the door. He stretched out on his pillows; cradling Y/n to his chest as she shook from the sheer force of her crying. He knew her troubles with her family; knew that the damage that had been inflicted emotionally would leave a scar on her trust and her heart but she was not alone - he wouldn't let her be alone anymore. He had put hope in her parents to change their ways and they had failed, no more. No one else would hurt her as long as she had him.

"It's okay, starlight." he murmured pressing a kiss to her head as his strong hand, the hand that never in her time of knowing him had ever done her wrong, stroked soothingly along her back - easing the pain that her heart endured.

"I don't understand. What did I do wrong? What have I ever done wrong to anybody that warrants them leaving me? Am I that unlovable?" she whimpered shutting her aching eyes from the burn of her heartbreak.

"No, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong. You have done enough; more than enough. They did you wrong. They may leave you," his hand cupped her face, drawing it up to look down at her and gently wiping the wetness of her sadness from her cheeks.

"I swear to you, when everybody else leaves. I will never leave you Starlight. Never." he whispered staring down at her heartbroken expression.

"But what if you do? What if you find out I'm not good enough?" Y/n's whispered through trembling lips.

He gave her a sad smile of understanding as he pressed a kiss to her brow. "You, Y/n, are more than enough. You are perfect just the way you are; faults and all." he murmured pressing their forehead together.

"You promise?" Y/n whispered searching his face.

"I swear on everything I am worth, darling. You won't ever lose me. Through fire and hell itself. I will never leave you." Swiss promised seriously as he searched her tear-stained face and reddened eyes.

Without a word, Swiss bundled her arms against him; pulling the blanket up around them. The warmth of his embrace instantly melted away the chill in her heart that lay heavy in her chest. Y/n's head found a resting place on his shoulder, her tears trickling down her cheeks. But Swiss held her gently, his touch conveying both strength and tenderness.

The sound of winter's raindrops tapping against the window outside created a soothing backdrop as the two friends sat in silence. Swiss knew that sometimes, words weren't necessary, that the power of presence and touch could speak volumes. So he let Y/n take her time, allowing the emotions to flow freely and without judgment.

With every passing moment, as her tears slowly dried, Y/n felt a sense of release, as if the weight she had been carrying had been shared and lightened. Swiss' rhythmic breathing and the gentle strokes on her back provided a grounding presence, reminding her that she wasn't alone in her struggles.

With a lingering kiss to her head, Swiss whispered softly, "I'm here for you, starlight. You're not alone."

His voice was a comforting lullaby, soothing Y/n's restless mind. In that moment, their friendship transcended the bounds of mere companionship. They became pillars of support for one another, offering solace and understanding in a world that could sometimes feel cold and unforgiving.

Time seemed to suspend itself as Y/n surrendered to the embrace, feeling the warmth of their connection. The storm outside may have raged, but inside the haven of their friendship, there was tranquility. The simple act of being held provided a safe space for her to let go of her worries, to let the tears flow without restraint and without judgment.

As the rain began to subside and the room filled with a gentle calm, Y/n's sobs transformed into gentle sniffles. Swiss tightened his grip, silently communicating his unwavering support. In that shared moment, the love and trust between them grew deeper, forming a bond that could weather any storm.

Eventually, Y/n's tears dried, and she lifted her head from Swiss' shoulder. She looked into her best friend's eyes, a mixture of gratitude and understanding reflected in her gaze. With a soft smile, the ghoul wiped away the remnants of tears from Y/n's cheeks, and together they embraced even tighter, knowing that their friendship was a constant source of comfort and strength.

In that bedroom, with raindrops fading away, Swiss and Y/n basked in the warmth of their friendship, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, offering cuddles of comfort whenever needed and at that moment, Y/n made a silent promise to herself. She would gather the fragments of her shattered heart and build something new, something stronger. With each step she took, she vowed to rise above the pain, forge her own path and create her own destiny.

The world may have abandoned her, but she would never abandon herself. She would rise, a survivor of abandonment, and find her place in a world that had forgotten her, proving that she was more than the girl left behind. And at her side would be her best friend and the support of her other friends who slumbered nearby in the other rooms.

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