#ghulehma

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ghouls would have a scruff on the back of their necks like cats. they wouldn’t necessarily be pickupable when they’re fully grown, but if you grabbed them by the scruff something in their brain would switch to be all limp. it’s like an instinct thing because they are SO cat coded and nobody can EVER change my mind.

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copia and some rats in candlelight for the soul

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a small fic request: some fluff about Papa IV. pairing can be reader insert / one of the ghouls / OC or platonic relationship is okay, too. maybe a birthday fic would be nice...? 😊 thank you in advance if you will write this 🧡

HELLO ANON🫂 !!! this is my first time doing this, im squealing over the fact that people actually sent in requests..literally so sorry it took me so long to post this, i wrote it like two days after you sent this in and then i just never posted it cuz i didnt like it at the time, i think it okay now though, so here you go! also im not sure if this was for your birthday, but if it is then happy birthday :3 most likely very late

You had been part of the ministry for years now, working alongside Sister Imperator, making sure all of the pieces of the tours stayed on track. Keeping them all together was hard work, and it had slowly taken a toll on you. Sometimes the looming idea of another long day amongst ratty organisers felt like carrying a bag of bricks on your shoulders. You were some hardy earthen clay, but this much going on in your head was a hydraulic press.

It had been a rough day, Sister had said it herself as she sipped on a random cup of coffee she had laying across your planning table. You didn’t know how she did it, keeping all of it in and still making such a wonderful outcome. She had kept you in late today, for some odd reason. All the work was done, you’d already stacked all the maps and papers and booking files for the next tour together in one, intimidating pile. Every time you tried to leave though, she would call you back to look over very random things.

“How does this email look? I want it to be perfect.” Sister Imperator mumbled timidly, with a strangely still smile, like she was keeping a terrible secret to herself. Everybody knew she had the most pristine email skills in the world. It should’ve been criminal how that woman could get anyone under her thumbs with the click of send or a meek phone call. Of course though, you nodded and returned to the table. Leaning down, you ignored the crimp ache in your back and read through the— as expected— incredibly well written message. It was condensed but not lacking what it needed. Simple, quick, effective. That was how she rolled, and she executed it with a clean cut every time.

“It’s…fine, Sister.” You replied after a quick pause, holding a heavy drawl in your voice. It was your birthday, for hell’s sake, and all you’d done all day was work. Your eyes hurt, your spine feels twisted and damn…how does your right leg go half numb? Don’t get it wrong, you loved your job; and you didn’t blame anyone for having you labour on your special day. You were just tired, and yearning for your comforting bed in the abbey.

Sister Imperator closed her laptop with a swift hand, the screen coming down across the keyboard silently. A look of sympathy flashed in her eyes, followed with a sparkle of guilt, almost as if she were hiding something from you. “I’m sorry for keeping you in, you know how this gets.” Her hand waved sluggishly over the table. Following her gesture you pondered over her words, eyes fogging over briefly.

“I do, Sister. It’s not a problem. Um…” You looked sideways hesitantly, your bag hanging limp over your shoulder. “Is that all?”

She opened her mouth quickly to say something, and your knees drew somehow more magnetically drawn to the floor at the idea of her proposing another task. In a split moment, her lips sealed.

Sister’s eyes dashed to the doorway behind you, and a riveting smile dashed across her face. Satan, she looked so excited you half assumed you’d turn around and see the anti-christ himself waltzing in with a pretty bouquet of wild roses. Your feet dragged against the floor as you spun to face the door. You were seriously contemplating popping out to go to the store, and maybe grabbing a nice treat so you could at least get yourself something nice on your day. Almost immediately— after your sleepy head processed the sight in the doorway— a sweet warmth bubbled in your chest.

Copia stood there in his usual zip-up jumper, lazy sweatpants underneath, and the most gorgeously handmade cake ever in his palms. Weakly lit candles burned in the middle, lighting up the cute piped icing around the edge. You swayed on your feet with the soft mellow melting down your heavy limbs.

“Happy birthday!” He blurted awkwardly, removing one hand..dangerously..from the cake to make jazz hands…jazz hand? You just stood there, eyes wide and fatigued, a pure smile tugging helplessly at your lips. Copia shuffled forward to put the small cake on the table before he shucked his hands to his hips, a little proud expression over his usual.

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꩜ . I’m tired, its 12:30 am and I’m giving my contribution for the day..also heads up, I am working on the 2 cute requests I’ve gotten!

Here’s a little teaser for some random Dewdrop Swiss (DewSwiss?) thing. I’m not really sure what it is to be honest, but let me know if anybody is interested in the full thing once I finish it. I might hand it out!! (Rations for everyone, of course ;3. 🦇 )

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“Swiss is… very serious about his ritual time.” Copia commented hesitantly, dismantling the microphone he’d used in practice, observing the wear on it with distant distaste.

Dew glanced up, a dull bore to his eyes. “I know. I’ve seen.”

He’s seen the tall ghoul in the pit room when he’d walk past unsuspectingly. Swiss was always in there at similar times each night, the room barely alive with the flickers of stacked candles. Black wax sliding down already dried messes, onto marble altar-tops. The coil of warm incense smoke always found its way to Dew’s nose before he could register what he was looking at.

It was always Swiss; kneeled all pretty and still before little flamed pillars and silky tapestries. He was never that peaceful when he was with the other ghouls. He always had this sickeningly joyous— arguably goofy— spring to his step, and a gleaming, full grin that made Dew snicker. Out of jealousy for his constant positive ramble through the abbey, and on stage, and everywhere else? Maybe. Maybe Dew did feel a bit ill sometimes, when he saw the others so enamoured by the world they were hurled from the pit and put into. It made him feel awful, that he was so resentful of his pack, he just couldn’t help it.

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I am open to any constructive criticism or comments in general, just be nice (I haven’t written for like 6 months, go easy on me).

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i actually love tumblr like yes give me a platform where i can produce thoughts to the world at minimum effort thank you

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hi lovelie

i felt that with not writing and trying to get back into it im going through the same thing 🧚🏻‍♀️

anywaays what kind of stuff do you like writing? id love to send in prompts :3

hii omg :3 it makes me so excited when someone sends something in…ill write a little list

fav tropes / scenarios / tags

- hurt/comfort

- one bed trope

- sick fics (in any form)

- care fics

- grumpy x sunshine

- cutesy tension

- religious imagery (the ghost fandom type..if you get my gist)

characters i write/think about most

- the ghouls and ghoulettes (obviously..)

- swiss n dew

- phantom and ???

- im down to write about mountain cuz ive been seeing so much cute stuff about him recently

- rain dew

- (BASICALLY ALL THE GHOULS AND THEIR PAIRINGS. I LOVE THEM ALL IDC!!)

possible req ideas / things i’m interested in looking into

- writing your headcanons

- story prompts

- giving a character or pair, then a trope or tag or whatever

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im quite happy to go outside of my comfort zone with writing, because that how i should get better.

heads up // i’ve never really written ‘with reader’ stuff or in perspective of the reader, so im really not great at it, as im more of a developed character type of person, but i’ve gotten 2 copia with reader reqs and i will be doing them because i wanna improve and give u all stuff u want 😽 youre all very sweet

! it makes my day to see people interacting, makes me very happy 🖤