#golden gHOUL!

[black-light-guides-you-ghuleh]

A golden drum kit.

(screenie from here)

[winterswake]

Do unto others as you would have done unto you.

[bjarkanart]

I saw @velnna draw this and, well... you know I had to draw Imodna. Might have been done already and I just didn't see it but here's my take on this meme cause it's so Imodna coded, I swear.

[wild-saber1337]

THE WASTELANDS GOLDEN RULE XD

As a person that gets distracted by side quests this is 1000% true XD

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Just Alpha seeing Ifrit for the first time, at his summoning. And look, Alpha's a big, ancient ghoul, but unholy shit, this new one is built like a tank. Wide shoulders and massive freaking chest, thick arms, big hands. So of course Alpha's a bit concerned - not that he'd let anyone know. After all, he's the one who'll mentor the new summon. And fire ghouls aren't notorious for their easy temper. Alpha might be a vicious fighter when needed, but that new kid looks like he could crush a rock with his bare hands. So yes, he might be a bit apprehensive, as he watches the new fire ghoul shake his head, blink a couple of times, clearly disoriented as the ritual comes to an end. Omega's talking to him - welcoming him, making sure he's okay - but the new fire ghoul instinctively looks around for a ghoul sharing his element and- oh, there, he found one. Alpha tenses a bit, unsure what to expect. Snarling, probably - fire on fire, an explosive combination and all that - maybe a bit of growling, a snap of jaw or two. What he absolutely did not expect was for this ripped ghoul to break into a boyish smile, tail wagging excitedly behind him. And then proceed to trip over his own feet the second he slides off the altar. Alpha holds back a snort, lips twicthing up ever-so-slightly. Right. Looks like he'll be fine.

[asacrificialparsnip]

Fallout (2024) - Episode Four - The Ghouls

[hellfirecvnt]

After the scene where Lucy gives Cooper the chems and says "Golden Rule, motherfucker." He is eventually taken in by the government where they accuse him of turning over the super duper mart. It would've been so easy for Cooper to be like "it was actually this vault dweller that's super easy to find bc she sticks out like a sore thumb." But he didn't. He told them he did it, and even taunted them further before ultimately killing them.

My theory is he did it because he didn't want them to go after her/kill her. Because Golden Rule, motherfucker.

[incorrectghostfiles]

Shane: Where are you going?

Ryan: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

[sneakingpasta]

can’t believe y’all bullied a company so hard they had to rethink their business model😭😭😭😭😭The boogaras and shaniacs go for the jugular when united huh

[fandomele]

Golden Rule, motherfucker

[the-moon-in-the-gutter]

Thinking about Phantom and Aurora hanging out while she dyes her hair.

It started as her needing someone to do the back of her head, but no one else was available. Phantom had been sitting in the den, head jammed in an astronomy textbook that he was hardly taking in. The quintessence ghoul had fallen towards boredom with the words on the pages, looking at the diagrams of stars and photographs of galaxies when she appeared.

The pair settled in for a pamper afternoon, their voices blending with the music coming from the speaker set up in Aurora's bathroom. Towards the end they realize there would be left over color, Aurora's signature baby pink, as well as the lavender color she had mixed up as an accent. Not wanting it to go to waste, Phantom suggested seeing if the dye would take to the white section of hair that fell over the scars on his face.

That's how they ended up with matching hair. The pair always using the left overs to dye Phantom's streak

[halfassedtea]

Honkai Star Vault haul!!! No but seriously I’m the biggest sucker for post apocalypse aus you could not catch my ass NOT mashing two of my interests on here.

[chrisgraves09]

I love minigames

[phantoms-finger-tapes]

Sodo dethrones Swiss

[iamthecomet]

What 80s/90s sitcoms do we think are on repeat most often in the ghoul den?

[forlorn-crows]

Mountain getting fucked in pretty lingerie, but only waist down :) Garter belt and stockings, flower pattern lace. His chest decorated with hickeys. Him blushing like the freshly blooming flowerbuds in his garden. Sweat glistening on him like morning dew getting hit by the sun. Just letting you think about that :)

yeah i'm thinking about it. in tandem with @media-nocte's tidbit about "tall stockings, real silk, Mountain WOULD NOT wear polyester nylon. Are they stay ups or maybe he needs a garter? The choice is yours" and @riverghoulsworld's ask for "Mountain getting princessed the way he does for everyone else".

morning dew, you say?

“Should get you under me more often if it gets you to look like this.” Warm hands drift over the silk stockings adorning Mountain’s long legs, fingertips playing with the lacy trim at the top hem. The stockings, reaching all the way up to his mid thighs, are held up by a garter belt slung low on his hips. It’s adorned with leafy embroidery, bright magenta appliques that frame his groin in little triangles of lace. The socks are the same purple, a perfect hue to bring out the olive undertones in his freckled skin. The matching set brings an air of grace to the earth ghoul’s otherwise gangly limbs, softening their edges and making him look almost delicate beneath Dew. 

The fire ghoul hooks a nail under the garters, snapping the ribbon gently. 

“You know I wouldn’t say no, if you asked,” the earth ghoul rumbles. He rubs one of his calves against Dew’s thigh, caressing, indulging in the satisfying, yet grounding feeling. Dew snaps the elastic at the top of the stocking too, just for good measure. It makes Mountain’s breath hitch, re-ignites that nervous flutter in his belly, all too intoxicating. 

“Hm. You’re blushing,” Dew comments, smoothing his hand under the opposite leg and grabbing at the meat of Mountain’s thigh. Shifting him gently. His flush darkens at being called out, the saturation almost matching that of the bright magenta silk, or that of the dozens of marks that litter his chest where Dew sucked, kissed, and bit. 

“Cute.” It’s a warm compliment rather than a tease. "This is a good color on you, you know." Dew skims his hand further up the underside of Mountain's thigh, nearing closer to his ass. The other hand abandons the hem of the stocking to travel up the line of the garter strap, migrating towards the belt and hovering just to the right of Mountain's ruddy cock. It kicks at the proximity of Dew's hand, a little bead of precum welling up from the slit. He bites his lip, watches it drip out. 

"Fuck, please fire lilly," Mountain gasps.

"Ask me?" Dew says in a quiet voice. His fingertips trail closer to where he really wants it, dancing along the appliques just above his dick. "I like when you ask," he says with a small smile.

"Hah—will you—" He takes a shaky breath. "—will you fuck me, please?" Mountain looks up at him, a twinkle in those begging puppy dog eyes.

Dew presses a kiss to his bent knee and eases it over his shoulder. "Absolutely." He runs the flat of his palm down Mountain's cock, making a pleased noise when it throbs under his hand. But he keeps going, tucking under the opposite leg and hiking that one over the corresponding shoulder. He sinks down onto his belly, eyeing the earth ghoul with a coy smile all the way down. Dew licks his lips, tantalizing and slow. 

"Yeah," Mountain breathes, craning onto his elbows to watch Dew close the gap between his mouth and his hole. "Yeah, your mouth—please, oh." His head thumps back onto the mattress, sentence dissolving into a soft feminine moan as Dew licks across his rim. His tongue is hot, just like every part of him, smoothing over his hole with a wet warmth unique only to Dew. He wastes no time, dipping the tip inside, carving space for himself. The earth ghoul keens, curling his stocking-clad toes against Dew's ribs.

The fire ghoul huffs a laugh against him. "Watch the feet. Tickles."

“Sorry,” the word breaks into a whine when that hot tongue dips back inside, swirling and prodding. He continues to wring little noises out of him—sounds just as small as Dew manages to make the big earth ghoul feel. Delicate. Soft. 

Mountain’s wringing his hands into the sheets in less than three minutes, smushing his cheek into the pillow while his slack mouth threatens to let loose a line of drool. His thighs start to shake when Dew really goes for it, pressing his nose into his taint and pressing his tongue in as far as it’ll go. Mountain can feel the curl of a smile in his lips when he hums against him on purpose, just to make him throb. 

Dew pulls back, giving his hole one last tease before giving the side of his thigh a smack. “Alright, ass up, princess.”

Mountain barks out a laugh at the demand. “Okay, sir.” 

Dew shimmies out from between his legs so the earth ghoul can flip onto his stomach. Mountain slowly lifts his hips into the air, peeking over his shoulder and wiggling his ass at the fire ghoul. With his thighs pressing neatly together, his ass and legs make the vaguest heart shape. Dew can’t resist the silhouette, grabbing his hips and yanking them further into the air with a playful growl. 

Mountain gasps, head dropping back down to the bed and tail lifting to grant Dew better access. 

“Fuck, Mount,” he groans. He traces around the still spit-slick hole with one finger. “Even better from this angle.” He presses inside, just up to the first knuckle. Watches the way the ring of muscle constricts around him, beckons him further. 

Dew places a warm hand on his lower back while he works him open, heat radiating into his muscles and helping to relax him to the stretch of Dew’s fingers. It’s lazy, indulgent; there’s no rush to his ministrations, despite the slightly desperate way Mountain ends up fucking himself back onto the digits once he’s full of them, precum no doubt staining the fronts of his stockings. 

When they’re ready, Mountain lets Dew guide him to the right height, pressing his chest further into the mattress and lengthening out his legs. The fire ghoul runs his hands down the back of them appreciatively, tops of the thighs down to the backs of his heels. Mountain groans fully into the sheets, one heel twitching up as if to follow his hand.

Dew’s own cock kicks in his hand at the sound, wringing a twin groan from his throat. “Satanas, you're so gorgeous.” He jerks himself a little, pressing the tip against his hole. “So, so hot.”

“Please,” Mountain whines. “Come on, you’re right there, fire lily.”

Dew huffs a laugh. “I know, just—” He presses the head in, easing the rest of his length in with one slow, measured movement. They shudder in tandem when he bottoms out, sighing out held breaths. 

“Feel s’ good,” Mountain mumbles against the sheets. 

“Yeah,” Dew breathes. “Yeah, it really does.” He drapes himself over Moutain’s back, slipping his arms around his middle and pressing the side of his face into the flat space between his shoulders. He grinds a little, once, twice, delicious heat seeping into the earth ghoul’s very bones. 

“Hn,” Mountain keens. “Oh, Dew, fuck.” The flutter in his belly returns and mixes with the ache between his legs. 

Dew allows himself a full bodied moan into his skin. He twists his fingers into the waistband of the garter belt, tugging a little as he thrusts in earnest. “Shit,” he hisses. He pulls almost all the way out, thrusts back in. “Shit, that’s it.” 

“Please,” Mountain says in the smallest voice, thighs starting to shake again.

“I’ve got you, gonna make you feel as good as you look, Mount.”