#ghoul faves

[music-ofthe-night]

🌙Greetings, welcome to the manor🌙

🦇I am 20 years old, minors dni

🦇This blog is basically just to talk about bands I like

🦇I will be rbing stuff like that as well

🦇Feel free to send in asks about my opinions, give me band and song recs, all of that

🦇I will also be posting and rbing things about Phantom of the Opera here

[croffle-bits]

good evening to the sexiest ghoul

[sylvianartist]

crazy ass killjoy pages I spat out in a daze while listening to the danger days cd with the volume up high!!

[sojutrait]

where the ghoul kids rule!

[ghoulphile]

Imagine being the ghoul's girl. Almost every local in every town in the wasteland knows you're off limits. Cooper would enjoy letting you sit alone in a saloon as bait just to scare the newbies. and god help any "tourist" who hits on you 😂 the whole place would go silent when someone sits next to you and starts a tacky pickup line. They're all signalling the newbie to quit it but he does not understand what's going on until he feels a barrel of a gun on the back of his head 😍

... and then he'd have the newbie roped up and tossed in the corner. everyone knew to clear out as soon as he drew his gun - they all know what happens next (have seen it happen time and time again).

he'd shove you face first into the floor after stripping you bare, ass up and gagged, positioned juuuust right so the newbie can see every thick inch of cock he feeds you, the shine of your slick drenching the shaft. he fucks you hard and proper til your thighs shake and your eyes roll back, cock drunk and limp limbed. his pretty lil ragdoll.

the gag falls out at some point, your cheeks smeared with dirt and spit. you babble and moan, singing his praises, begging him to go harder, deeper. your nails dig into the floor, new score marks to join all the others you've left behind before. you're a mess, pussy throbbing and swollen, gushing with every kiss of cooper's cockhead against your cervix.

he'd lean back with a breathless chuckle, smack your ass and grab a handful. tilt his head to the side and shoot the dazed newbie a mean smirk, punctuating his words with harsh ruts of his hips.

"so, you think you's a big man, huh?" he sneers, casting an eye along the strain of this little nobody's erection. "well, i hate ta break it ta you, but ain't no way you could satisfy her, two-pump. ain't that so, sweetheart?"

you whine, dipping your lower back into a deeper arch, tits crushed against the floor as you struggle to widen your knees, get the angle just right. "please - hnnn - f-feels s'good, wanna cum, lemme cum."

"heh, that's what i thought. you gettin' it now, son?"

"..."

he bares his teeth, tips his hat, "sorry ta say but the best part'a you ran down ya mama's leg."

[everest-is-dead-now]

cease…. drawing omega ghoul is kinda fun………….

chill bro ain’t no one taking it from u

buy me a kofi

[misasimagines]

daisy crown / reader x Jiro (Tokyo Debunker)

included characters: Jiro!

rating: SFW

warnings: um there's a bee visitor, but not described in detail. mostly this is just wholesome.

Quite a short fic!

You weren't in the habit of thanking Yuri for things, selfish and self aggrandizing as he was, but right now, you were thanking him. Even if he couldn't hear it.

He had kicked Jiro out of the lab, annoyed by his constant clarifications and suggestions on how to better perform an experiment. You were kicked out as well, not for your own suggestions but because you had no reason to be there to start with, sitting on an autopsy table and loudly sucking down a melting smoothie the entire time. Being a nuisance to the Mortkranken ghouls was in your job description so long as no one asked for proof.

Besides, Jiro didn't think you were a nuisance. He took regular breaks to talk to you and give you kisses and random tasks you were capable of completing mostly without risk or injury. You were like his unofficial union rep, if union reps got paid in kisses and teasing whenever they dragged a mangled corpse in and you jumped at the sight. It was fine by you, the kisses more than made up for the trauma.

Even so, you thanked Yuri because the sight in front of you was the cutest thing you'd probably ever seen in your life: Jiro, crouched down, picking flowers. The sun cast a little halo around his head and reflected in the lightest parts of his eyes. He had a basket where he was collecting them, flowers of all shapes and colors and sizes laid in an array next to each other. He was careful as he went, not picking anything that hadn't yet bloomed and not picking anything that was completely withered. A little bee flew around his head and inspected his flowers. 

Jiro inspected it back, granting it a few seconds of his gaze as it buzzed around him. He let it be (ha) and returned to his flower picking. It seemed interested in his actions, and kept flying around in his general vicinity, sometimes landing on the very flower he was reaching for. You couldn't help but smile when he gave up on a flower that the bee was bumping into. 

You kept yourself busy fawning over him and following a guide on your phone to make flower crowns. You wove the long stems of your daisies together, holding it above your head often to check for basic sizing. It was no neat thing you were crafting, but it held together remarkably well.

You focused on your craft until Jiro made his way to the bench you were sitting on and joined you. You smiled up at him as he sat down. “Did you get everything you needed?” You asked him.

He set the basket in his lap and responded, “Mostly. Some were out of season.” 

You frowned consolingly. “Maybe we can check Rui's garden?”

Jiro looked at the flower crown in your hands, “We can.”

You held the crown up triumphantly. A few petals fell off onto your lap. “It's finished.”

“People have used daisies in medicine for their anti-inflammatory properties,” he told you, picking up a petal from your lap and rubbing it lightly between his fingers. He dropped it on the ground and it fluttered as it fell. 

“Are they very effective?” You asked, leaning over him and putting the crown on his head. You repositioned it carefully until it sat balanced and even on his head. The white petals and green stems contrasted his dark hair nicely.

He watched you do it and made no effort to stop you, “No, drugs like ibuprofen are much more effective and accessible.” 

You sat back and admired your work. Jiro had a daisy crown sitting on the top of his head and a basket of flowers on his lap. It was such a different view of him than you were used to. He spent so much time in a fluorescent lit lab where everything was tinged with a slight green-blue hue. It made him look perpetually haggard, which you supposed wasn't inaccurate, sleep deprived as he was. It was nice to see him out of that dreariness and instead with the sun warming his cheeks. It took everything in you not to jump onto his lap, knock his carefully collected flowers to the ground, and cover those cheeks in kisses. That kind of behavior would have to wait until you were in private, especially because it would lead to planting kisses elsewhere on him and you didn't want to share that sight with any random person who might walk by.

He stared at you, expression the same as it always was, and you stared back, hardly capable of biting back your self satisfied smile. “Did you make it for me?” He finally asked.

“Mhm,” you admit. “And I did a pretty good job, I think.” 

He stared at you a second longer before looking at his basket and pulling out a specific flower. He turned to face you, his knees bumping yours, and you tilted your head in question. He reached towards you and delicately placed the flower behind your ear. His other hand held your cheek while he situated it and you felt a distinct comfort from his touch. Cheesy as it was, it warmed your heart.

“What is it?” You asked, now unable to see it clearly no matter how much you tried to activate your peripheral vision.

“A lily,” he kept gazing at you.

“What's it good for?” You asked, expecting some detailed but simplified explanation about how it prevented plague or something.

“Nothing significant. It's mostly just pretty.” 

Your cheeks flushed; You didn't miss the implication.

“Hm, it's also poisonous to cats,” he added, as casual as ever.

This made you laugh, the kind that caught you off guard and kept going when you looked at how expressionless he managed to stay while you erupted into giggles. It wasn't even particularly funny, it was just Jiro. “Thanks for the cat poison,” you managed to get out.

He put a hand under your chin, his thumb on your cheek, “You’re welcome.” He leaned forward and kissed you.

Eyes closed, the sun on your face, Jiro's lips against yours, you might have confused the botanical gardens of Darkwick for heaven. You kissed him back and kept your eyes shut a second more when he pulled away, just letting yourself exist in that peace for as long as possible. 

When you opened them, he looked away and down at his basket. The flower crown on his head was crooked. “I need to get these back to the lab,”

You nodded.

“You'll come with me?” He asked, standing up and offering you his hand.

You took it and got up to your feet, “I’d follow you pretty much anywhere,” you promised and readjusted your flower carefully. Didn't want that falling on the way. 

He didn't let go of your hand as you both started making your way back to Mortkranken, “Good,” he squeezed your hand lightly, “I'll take you pretty much anywhere,” he repeated.

[zitrovee]

. ° ✦  Bunch of monster high fandesigns!!

[teacolouredink]

g1 Frankie joins the lineup :D I'm absolutely gonna draw more monster high characters their designs are a blast to draw!! 💙💚

♡ Twitch Channel (Soon lol I'm workin on it) | kofi ♡

[lillibuds]

@toastysandhamwich 🫡

[princenothinq]

IT'S THE CRUEL BEAST THAT YOU FEED,

[starrrlytte]

RainDrop <3

HC:

Rain was summoned with severe injuries that needed immediate medical attention. Not to mention, he wasn’t even supposed to be summoned. As he was healing, Dewdrop took it upon himself to teach Rain the ways of Water Ghoul magic and how to play the bass. They would spend countless hours together by the lake practicing water magic. They would be out there until the early hours of the morning, and it really helped them bond.

But it wasn’t going to last, as Dewdrop knew the Clergy wanted to send Rain back to The Pit as soon as he was healed enough. Rain was an accidental summoning. He wasn’t needed.

And Dewdrop longed for a solution to keep him Topside. Even if it meant changing his own element. The very element the two ghouls had bonded over.

[lemonsourcrisis]

Fallout (2024) "I think you might be a ghoul."

[cannibalcreepers]

Love this grumpy grumbly man

[hakucho-art]

This is, like, the third or fourth time (if not MORE) that I see a person apologize for talking about touken, showing enjoyment in the ship or needing to give some clarification. I know I'm not the only one who feels like the TG Tumblr space carries a negative atmosphere towards touken and it honestly kills my mood to post on here.

It also saddens me to see people show love for them so hesitantly. Like you're in the wrong for doing so. Like it's stupid. Like it's silly and unreasonable. Like it's almost shameful. Idk! That's how posting on here and see other people talk about them and acting ashamed about liking them makes me feel!

For how much TG tumblr advertises to be a welcoming space, I don't feel welcomed at all and more like just tolerated.

[atomicowboy]

average founding fathers cosplayer