#i love my little ghoulie ghoul

[dgaftilwedie]

obnoxiously answering all of these for inferno bc i need more ghoul oc lore :3 also all of these are subject to change as i develop their character ^___^

💭 - i have absolutely no idea 😭😭

🚘 - ABSOLUTELY NOT. does that stop them?? no... not it does not... they're not-so-shockingly terrible at it but they insist that practice makes perfect

✈️️ - travel is their middle name. they LOVE getting to see all the different places when they go on tour and they convinced copia to give them an extra day in every city just to go exploring

🎮 - aside from practicing the guitar, they also spend a lot of time making crafts. they make like, keychains and bracelets for the other ghouls and copia, most of which end up hanging off of landyards or instrument cases.

💍 - they're literally covered. piercings are one of inferno's favorite ways to express themself.

✒ - they have a couple and they're definitely looking to get more. they got like, two or three over the course of the last tour they were on, including a matching one with swiss because they thought it was funny (neither of them were sober) (they have matching smiley faces high-fiving on their asscheeks)

📚 - do demons need educations???

🎻 - duh doy, that's like, their whole thing. proud guitar player 💪💪

🩹 - oh yeah definitely. they're very much ocd-ridden and they might be autistic, who knows

🩸 - demon blood idk

🎶 - they listen to a pretty wide variety of music but they prefer harder stuff

💯 - 1) their horns have little cracks and you can see the fire magic pulsing through them which creeps out a lot of people. 2) they have a really weird relationship with pain?? one time, phantom bit their leg until it bled and they thought it was a mosquito bite. but there was another time where they stubbed their toe on a door and they collapsed with tears in their eyes. 3) cumulus bought them a dvd set with every season of futurama so inferno didn't have to sit through the stupid hulu ads and they literally plowed her guts on the couch in return (they were very thankful).

💤 - inferno's probably one of the heaviest sleepers ever. they can fall asleep anywhere, doesn't matter when or where, and when they're asleep, they usually stay asleep. for a very long time. it's kinda surprising seeing as how they nap a lot too. sleepy ass.

🔱 - they aren't the best swimmer, but they go a lot with rain and cirrus, so they're definitely learning. swimming sort of disables their magic for a while after they drive off because yknow, fire, water... but they don't mind

🔺 - they are the weapon. they use themself. rawr

🔶 - absolutely not, they're way too panicky in those kinds of situations to be able to calmly administer any form of first aid

🚫 - oh absolutely. they smoke a lot with mountain, whether it's cigarettes or weed, it doesn't really matter to them. they also steal swiss's vape. as for drinking, they do that slightly less, but inferno's a sucker for a good drinking game. and i mean, what good is a creature of hell that doesn't sin???

🌈 - they're bi!! they don't really have a preference for who they get with, but that's the same thing for most of the ghouls. as for gender, they don't really associate with human gender dynamics or whatever. they present more feminine but they use neutral pronouns because they don't like falling into a specific box.

🎄- halloween!!! it's like one of the big holidays that the ministry celebrates and they love getting to go trick-or-treating unglamored. their first time copia agreed to letting inferno, phantom, and aurora go, he was a little nervous that they'd get caught, but their "costumes" weren't "convincing enough"

🐶 - inferno took custody of one of copia's rats, ans they take very good care of him. his name is nacho cheese :3

🐈 - the ghouls are already a pretty sizable group but that's the most amount of people they'll do. just the ghouls and copia :3 that's all they need

🐷 - i don't think they'd be able to pick

🐉 - rain probably

🍃 - inferno did NOT go to school LMFAOAOA

🌴 - they aren't the best gardener but that doesn't stop mountain from letting them help

🍎 - they were born in hell to unnamed demon parents and they were summoned to the surface after dew's bitchass almost cut his own finger off on stage. inferno really likes living in the ministry because there are plenty of friends to make but they aren't required to always be doing anything. it's really nice for them :)

❤ - they're a ball of positive energy. inferno is very easily excitable and fun to be around, sorta like a puppy.

🤍 - they talk A LOT. they also barely talk. it honestly depends on the day. the emotions they're feeling also change very quickly.

💔 - they're very insecure and anxious all the time. they often think everyone is against them. and again, like i said earlier, they isolate themselves a lot whenever they're going through a rough patch.

💘 - their ghouls and their papa (and ifrit and alpha, fire ghouls unite!!!!!!!) :3 and especially rain. the two of them are very close to the point where it's hard to separate them. they've been through a lot together and they've seen each other at their worst.

🧡 - their family is their friends (or vice versa)

💛 - they know english and latin. they were kinda just born with the ability to speak both.

💚 - they don't have a strong preference for either. because of their element, they can stand the warmth of the summer and keep themself warm in the winter. the only reason they dislike being outdoors is the fact that they don't like mosquitos buzzing in their ear.

💙 - YES!!!!!!! ok so, they're a fire ghoul so obviously they have fire magic. duh doy. you can see it through the cracks in their horns and the tip of their tail (especially when they're unglamored). their magic allows them to manipulate fire, touch it with their bare hands, and produce it whenever they need to. they also emit smoke whenever they get angry :3 so does dew, it's kinda adorable

💜 - demon :3 i have no family lore for them jm sorry LMFAO

🖤 - i mean, they're a demon so they've probably killed someone before?? the blood moon does bad things to the ghouls.

🎂 - they actually can't remember when they were born. they were summoned sometime in july of 2023. most of the ghouls don't celebrate their birthdays, just their day of summoning :P

🍝 - fish....... oh my god inferno LOVES fish so fucking much. whenever copia goes grocery shopping, they beg him to come home with fish filets are tartar sauce. they cannot get enough

🍰 - mountain makes a MEANNNNNN batch of edible brownies that shit is literally one of inferno's favorite parts of being alive

🍦- their favorite is moose tracks just because it has a silly name

🍔 - they aren't the best. they don't usually go in the kitchen because they're lazy, but sometimes they bake with cirrus and rain :3

🥯 - FISH FISH FISH they don't care if it's "not breakfast food". they're rarely even awake to eat breakfast at a breakfast time

🥪 - inferno's lunch isn't even really a lunch 😭😭 it's usually like, a hot pocket or a lunchable or some other microwaved meal and a soda. they usually skip lunch and just have tiny snacks throughout the day until dinner time

🍛 - since rain and mount are in charge of cooking, they'll eat whatever they whip up

🍸 - they loooooooove a good whiskey. get this bitch a jack daniels and watch them fall apart LMDAOOAOA they also like fireball a lot

☕ - hot cocoa but specifically the way phantom makes it

😊 - inferno wants to tour with ghost for as long as possible. as much as they want their spotlight moment, they don't want to be dew's replacement because they love performing with him.

😖 - they're an ambivert. they definitely love getting out there and talking to people but they really need their personal space a place to cool down after a long day

🤔 - they're constantly fidgeting with something, whether it's their piercings or copia's robes or one of the other ghoul's tails.

🧐 - they think with their feelings. they usually don't think through most things they do, so they're very quick to make some whacky decisions under stress

🤓 - both. again, it very much depends on how they're feeling that day

🤩 - they can be very spontaneous when they're the ones making plans but they hate when other people are spontaneous in theirs, if that makes sense.

😥 - i'd say they're pretty mellow most of the time. but when they get stressed real bad, it kicks them in the ass

😓 - they're very open-minded and they're constantly asking questions about everything. it can get a little annoying but their pack knows how to keep them quiet...........

😞 - they're really good at attracting others, which is sometimes awesome!!! and other times the bane of their existence

🤒 - nope, not usually!! their body heat is so naturally high it kills off most things before they get too close

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 - their found family is their pack :3 none of them are directly related but they spend all of their time around each other, day in and day out, and all of the ghouls are stuck together like bugs on glue traps (sorry buggies ☹️☹️☹️). and of course, copia is always there as a shoulder to lean on. he loves his ghouls and they love him. it's all very sweet :3

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send an emoji/description of emoji to learn more about a writer's oc! many of these are taken from my munday asks meme, because i thought it would be fun to make a version for characters too! the prompts are categorized by emoji type and given descriptions in case anyone can't see the symbols. can be used for roleplayers and any general writers alike! for roleplayers, these can also be used for your interpretations of canon characters if you so desire as well!

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒. 💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)? 🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars? ✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person? 🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? 💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? 🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos? 📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)? 🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)? 🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities? 🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒. 🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. 💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits? 🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming? 🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons? 🔶 LARGE ORANGE DIAMOND — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise? 🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. 🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? 🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday? 🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets? 🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends? 🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal? 🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? 🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school? 🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening? 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits? 🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? 💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits? 💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? 🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends? 💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any? ��� GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside? 💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world? 💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background? 🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒. 🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs? 🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)? 🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)? 🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer? 🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast? 🥪 SANDWICH — what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch? 🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner? 🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄. 😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? 😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved? 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? 🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional? 🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy? 🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions? 😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool? 😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge? 😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone? 🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

[frnkiebby]

Hey I drew Fun Ghoul shirtless so I could draw his tattoos and I thought you'd like it

The tattoos are all based on this one fic I read btw, not franks actua irl tattoos lol

this is so so fucking good!!!???

also i love the tats you chose for Ghoulie~🎃

[orcaog]

I want to write something... so give me some ghouls (and a prompt if you so desire!) and I'll write a little somethin' for you <3

[mackeydoodledoo]

My Little Ghoulie

Pairing: Cirrus Ghoulette x (Ghoulie!Daughter)Reader [Familial Love]

Summary: You share an unbreakable maternal bond with Cirrus. You always begged your mom to bring you on tour. You've practiced piano/keyboard, and many other instruments. She finally brings you along for the Re-Imperatour and make your debut on the final night of the tour.

Warnings: Anxiety

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italics = Flashback

Theme: The Future is a Foreign Land - Ghost

A/n: I saw the Ghovie and I'm living for it. Cirrus is so mother. In honor of the live album being released...

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Your mother brought you many ghouveniers on her travels with Papa. You've begged her to take her with you, even sprouting the idea that you could play in place of her or the other ghouls.

"If you want to go with me, I would want you to be successful when you're performing," She says

That has stuck with you since. Your knee jumps up and down as you hear the crowd cheering, waiting for the show to start.

"You ready, little ghoulie?" Cirrus kneels to meet your gaze

You meet her gaze halfway. You take one last deep breath as you nod, taking her hand and following her to meet with the other ghouls and Papa.

"Ahh, there she is," Papa greets you

He walks up to you and places his hands on your shoulders.

"Welcome," He says, "We are so glad to have you."

"Wouldn't want to be anywhere else," You reply, smiling

"I assume your mother went over everything with you?" He asks

You nod. You follow behind everyone last as you all make your way to the stage. Cirrus notices you dragging behind.

"Come on, you're apart of this now," She says

She takes both of your hands, and her tail materializes as does yours. The both of you stack your tails together. The both of you press your foreheads together. One hand touches the back of your head.

"You've got this little ghoulie," She tells you, "This is your big night. I know we've been doing these for me, but now we get to do this for you."

"Thanks mom," You smile

"Cirrus, Y/n," Cumulus finds the both if you, "In places in 30."

"Just finishing our mother-daughter pre-ritual... Ritual," Cirrus says, beginning to walk to the stage

You follow behind. You stop just at the edge of where backstage meets the stage.

+*+

Cirrus comes backstage and helps you into the keytar.

"Are you sure that this solo should be my debut part?" You ask, as you turn on the instrument and putting one of your in-ear monitors in

"You've shown me that you are ready," She says

Her tail raises your head by the chin, "Don't think about the worst case scenarios. Let the music take your soul and go with it. That's what I do when I play all of my solos."

She reaches over and hands you a helmet. As you look at it, you notice the patch on the right side of the helmet.

"This is yours," You say

"My old one," She clarifies, "It's yours now."

You nod. Putting in the other monitor in, and walk past her, putting on your helmet on in the process. You wait to leave onto the stage until the near-end of the 2nd chorus. As you slowly approach center stage, you see Aurora in your peripherals. You turn your head and see her arm outstretched. You grab it and her fingers interlock with yours, letting go not too long after.

As you approach center stage, Phantom, Sodo and Rain give you a pat on the shoulder.

As the spotlight shines down on you as your fingers trail across the white and black keys, you see how much the fans were smiling. You kneel down to them and try to lean as far as you could; seeing their hands reaching out for you. You smile under your 'under-mask' and stand back up. Just as you turn around, Papa is gently clapping for you. Sodo holds his fist up to you, and you give him a fist bump, running backstage.

You hand the key tar off to one of the keyboard techs and then remove your helmet. You regain your senses and process what you had just done...

+*+

You were going back and forth with performing and taking a break throughout the Ritual.

+*+

You watch your mother and the other ghouls walk backstage. You help the stage hands hand them water. You put your helmet back on but you notice no one walking back out on stage.

"Aren't you all doing an encore?" You ask Papa

"Fuck it," He says, waving you all off, "See you around."

Your mom covers your ears, even though they were still in the helmet.

I'm not a baby anymore mom...

Still...

"No, you must do an encore," Sister Imperator tells him

You don't really listen to her spiel however, the next moment, your mother is dragging you back towards the stage, and up onto her platform. You turn back to your mother as Papa begins chatting with the crowd.

"Shouldn't you be the one behind the keyboards?" You ask

"No," She says, "Go on. I'll be behind you."

You turn back and your hands slowly rise up to the keys. You take a quick breath as Kiss the Go-goat begins.

+*+

Your mind blanks sometime during Dance Macabre... Forgetting to come in, you were trying to find your spot in the song; but to no success. You felt your mother's veiny hands slip under yours.

You little stinker... You forgot again....

Shut up mom...

She slips her hands under yours as she helps you finish the keyboard solo.

"You little stinker, that isn't how you're meant to play piano," Cirrus walks over, "Here."

She hoists you up into the air and seats you onto her lap as she sits in front of the piano with you. She slips her hands underneath your and begins playing.

"I've got you my little ghoul," She whispers

As she continues to play, you turn around in her lap and give her the biggest hug your little ghoul arms could. You look up at her as her eyes travel down to meet yours. Your little self couldn't help but smile. You sure felt lucky to have a mother like Cirrus.

Cirrus plays, however, your mind is in that moment in your youth.

Can you take on the final song without me?

You nod.

Cirrus' hands slip out from under yours as you take control of the lead keys for Square Hammer.

Play the main riff, play the boom sample, play the chords, have fun.

*Cirrus' POV* You watch your daughter as she plays the chords and jumps around... You remember the first time you came out of the pit with Cumulus and couldn't help but feel the sheer joy of playing. She was the spitting image of you...

"Papa... Is she?..." You come up to him

"She's with Sister Imperator in the Nursery," He gestures down the hall

You practically run into the nursery.

"About time Cirrus," She sighs, standing from the chair

You've requested to Sister Imperator for a little ghoul to raise as your own... You requested awhile ago... You just finished tour when you got the letter that she arrived...

"I'll leave you to it," Sister Imperator walks out the door

The other ghouls poked their heads in the doorway...

You kneel onto the ground and wait patiently for her to notice you... However, once she does, she stands... On her own two feet... Walking slowly, but surely towards you...

You remember the feeling of holding her for the first time... Overwhelmed with joy and couldn't help but cry.... Right now, watching her... That same overwhelming feeling of joy and happy tears came back...

My little ghoulie has come so far... I'm so proud of you.

*Y/n's POV* Cirrus leads you off stage. You take off your helmet the second you step backstage. You hand it off to the nearest stage-person and lean against a case... Your heartbeat thrumming against your temples.

"Hey, little ghoulie," Cirrus says, "What's the matter? Are you alright?"

Her fingers reach under your chin and your gaze meets hers. Your legs move faster than your brain creates words as you wrap Cirrus in the biggest hug you can give. Cirrus nearly falls backward however, Cumulus lifts her helmet off of her head.

"Oh, my little ghoulie, what happened?" She asks, caressing your head

"Nothing," You smile, looking up at her, "I just... I realized the last time I got to play piano with you was when I was young..."

Your mind begins running through the memory again and you could only assume that was gong trough her mind as well.

The moment is halted when the both of you hear a thud. The both of you look over and see Sister Imperator on the ground. You walk over and begin looking over her body. Cirrus watches as you come over...

"Don't look honey," Cirrus puts you into her, trying to keep your eyes away

You look over your shoulder as medical professionals attempt to treat Sister Imperator.

+*+

Back at the Clergy, in the den, you sit on your bed... Processing Sister Imperator's death and Papa's promotion to Father Imperator. You don't know what it would mean for your mother... If she, and her other friends will be replaced.

"Y/n?" Cirrus knocks on your doorframe

You look up at her. She notices the look on your face. She walks over and sits herself on the edge of your bed.

"What seems to trouble you?" She asks

"Papa was promoted to Father Imperator," You say, "I'm happy for him, truly but...."

"But?" She leans in

"What would that mean for you and the current ghouls?" You ask, "Will you all be replaced? Where the hell will you all go? What will that mean for me too?! I-I feel like I just started living!..."

*Cirrus' POV* you notice how she was beginning to hyperventilate. You move onto her bed and place your hands on her shoulders.

"Y/n calm down," You tell her

You wrap your arms around her as you attempt to calm her down. Her breathing begins to slow as you console her.

"Whatever happens... Will happen later," You tell her, "But, us ghouls know for sure we aren't going anywhere anytime soon."

[jessicafangirl]

Creatures of the Night

I got this inspiration of what would happen if Papa Copia decided to take his little ghoulians out for trick or treat on Halloween. It's fluffy wuffy goodness and I will take every opportunity to put Copia into a cape. So...there. Yes, I'm still working on my main Ghost fic, but this wouldn't stop poking at my brain. Enjoy a meet cute and cute ghoulies.

Halloween was always a special time of year for the Ministry. It started early of course because the spirit was in full swing.

Papa Emeritus IV loved this holiday as did all the previous Papa's, perhaps more than most. He was a dyed in the blood horror movie fan and seeing all the creature feature marathons, the ghouls and goblins up and down the city streets, and the excited faces of the siblings as they decorated always made him happy.

But what was one of his favorite parts of the holiday was being the chaperone for the youngsters of the church and the young ghoulians who were always excited to get outside without having to hide their faces. Their masks were the lack of them, and they were adorable with their tiny fangs and bright eyes.

Now as Papa he didn't know if he'd get to this part of the tradition as he had more work on his plate and a now famous visage in face paint across the world. But Copia had a plan...and he was Papa, wasn't he? He could make, what was it...an executive decision.

Though Sister wasn't thrilled with the idea (You're taking two of the grown ghouls with you Cardi!) Copia came up with a similar form of camouflage as the ghoulians...his lack of his mask would be his disguise.

Although he was rather proud of the fact so many of his fans and followers dolled themselves up in his paints during the holiday, he didn't want to risk being recognized. Not that he didn't love his fans etc. but it was about the kiddos, and he selfishly wanted to watch their fun first hand. So Copia dug into his closet and found his cape. He dressed in his tight (maybe more so that day) black dress pants, donned a black frilly shirt from the tour and went full on vampire with his makeup, adding a dramatic little line of blood coming from the corner of his mouth.   The design he created was one similar to his old Cardinal paints with a bit more bat involved.

"Blah!" he said to the vampire in the mirror...which wouldn't make him much of a vampire come to think of it, "Ehehhehe...this works". With the gloves his look was complete. He'd even added a bit of black to his hair, not that the grey and silver peppering wasn't sexy and distinguished in its own right. But the black added to the whole vampire mystique and his alter ego. And well...just his ego.

The night of trick or treating came.  Copia and his group of two adult ghouls, 3 young human children and 3 little ghoulians walked through the leaf covered streets of the small town outside of the Abbey.  It was a crisp night with Halloween decorations all around and the laughing voices of children and those who still felt like they were children in the air.  Woodsmoke from chimneys mixed with the breeze as twilight fell way to the full velvet of night.  Copia was, for lack of a better word, in his version of heaven. 

There was a small-town square area where vendors had set up kettle corn, apple cider, and apple cider doughnuts for sale.  The children, who had already filled their skull shaped buckets full of candy, were begging Copia for some of the food.  Copia was a soft touch if ever there was one, and even though one of the adult ghouls was shaking their head, Copia quickly gave each of his charges five dollars to go splurge.  He turned to the ghoul.  “I’m Papa, it’s my job to spoil them.”

Even though all the eyes of the chaperones were on the little trick or treaters, ghoulians were quick and notoriously curious about the human world.  As such, one of them got separated from the group.  The little girl ghoul was dressed like a gothic ballerina, a lacy black tutu and black crystal tiara in her hair.  Her skin was light grey, and her teeth were sharper than a normal little girls.  With her long black eyelashes she looked like a beautiful vampiric fairy. 

The little ghoul found her way over to another small group of human children.  Two adult women stood with the kids, one dressed like a pink princess and the other far more in the spirit of what the little ghoul was wearing.  Black lace, pale make up, and dangling bat earrings. 

It was the woman dressed in black lace that saw the little ghoul first, the telltale powdered sugar of doughnuts standing out on her black dress and tutu.  The little girl looked lost, her big dark eyes searching around and getting glossy with near tears. 

“Hey Valerie, I’ll catch up with you guys…I think this little girl is lost.”  She called to her friend who was the actual mom of half the kids, the rest school mates who had found them.

Valerie nodded her blonde head, nearly knocking her own tiara off.  “Oh, okay…hey call me if you need help Kris.” 

Kris gave her a thumbs up and walked over to the little ghoul.  “Hey kiddo…are you okay?”  She asked her. 

The little ghoulie chewed on her lower lip with her sharp teeth.  She didn’t know where Papa or the others were but maybe this sister could help her.  Concentrating she managed to whisper out “Lost…” 

Kris felt that tiny word right in her heart.  The poor kid.  “Okay, I’m going to help you find your folks, alright?” 

The little ghoul nodded.  The lady held out her hand and the little one placed her small grey fingers into it. 

“Did you go to the food trucks?”  She asked her, pointing to the sugar on the front of her clothes.  The ghoulian nodded. 

“Alright, lets start there.”  Kris headed in that direction, the little ghoul in tow who now felt a little better.

At that moment though, Papa Emeritus IV was feeling nowhere near better.  He and his ghouls had realized they were short one child and were frantic.  Copia knew Sister would have his hide quite literally if they couldn’t find the little one without some additional help.  He and the two adult ghouls split up, each taking a couple of the kids with them to ensure no others were missing in action.

After a search that went nowhere Copia and his charges returned back to the food area, only hoping that the ghouls would do better.  The little human and ghoul who were with him could tell their Papa was sad and they were worried about their friend too.  Each of them reached into their buckets and pulled out one of the best pieces of candy they could find and offered it to Copia with big eyes.  “Here Papa,” the little boy who was dressed as a skeleton said.  “Candy always makes me feel better.”

Copia gave his tiny tesoro’s a sad smile.  “Grazie but I will not take your candy.  You earned those dolci.  Your Pappa is not deserving of it.”

They both pouted at him, the little ghoulian in his knight costume looking at his skeleton companion and nearly starting to cry.  Copia wouldn’t be able to keep it together if both of these children started crying.  He’d end up crying too.  Some creature of the night he was.  Some Papa.  Before he could spiral into a full-on depression and an anxiety attack though a little voice cried out “Papa!”

Copia looked up and saw his missing charge running towards him dragging a lovely gothic vision behind her.  They could have been sisters or mother and daughter in their black lace finery.  Copia stood up just as the little gothic ballerina with the sharp teeth barreled into him and wrapped her arms around his leg.

“Piccola principessa!”  Copia exclaimed kneeling down and wrapping his arms around her.  “You gave us all such a fright.”  He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. 

“Sowwy Papa.”  She muttered, glancing at the ground with guilty eyes.

Copia released her from his hug but kept hold of her hand.  “It’s okay little one…just stay with me si?  It’s a pretty night with lots of things to look at and explore, but not alone.” 

The ballerina nodded and kept hold of his hand.  She leaned close and whispered softly “I wasn’t alone for long Papa…this sorella helped me.”  Copia stood up and met the smiling, painted pale face of the woman who had saved the night for him.  “Dolce signora…I cannot thank you enough.”  He said meeting the kind gaze that watched the reunion. 

Kris smiled.  “It was my pleasure, I’m glad to reunite her with her dad.” 

Copia’s eyes widened.  “Oh…no no….I’m…I’m not her father but I am her guardian.”  He cleared his throat a look of embarrassment crossing his face.  “I’m not doing a great job of it tonight.”

Kris looked confused for a moment after hearing the name Papa being called but didn’t push it.  “Don’t feel too bad.”  She told the handsome vampire.  “I had a group of kids I was helping with and it’s like herding cats who have all snorted ether.”  

Copia laughed at the image she’d just created, realizing it was every bit true.  “Well signoria...”

“Kris, nice to meet you.”  She held out a black nail polished hand for him to shake.

The Papa took the proffered hand and instead placed a kiss against her chilled knuckles.  “Copia Emeritus.”  He replied.

She felt a shiver run up her spine as she looked into his mismatched eyes.  It was quite the effect but somehow she didn’t think that was a contact lens causing him to have that pale eye.  “Well Mr. Emeritus…”

“Just Copia please.”  He told her and released her fingers. 

“Copia,” Kris gave him a smile, “Like I said, don’t beat yourself up too much.  It’s a relatively safe town, even on Halloween.”

The little ghoulian held his hand and Copia was still feeling the anxiety at thinking she was gone though it was slowly dropping.  “Si, I know it is but all the same…I truly thank you for bringing her back to me safely.”    The Papa paused for a moment.  This kind sorella had truly done him a service this night.  He felt an obligation as well as a desire to repay it.  “Kris…if you…well if you ever need assistance please don’t hesitate to ask.  You can find me at the Abbey there on the hill.”

Kris’s hazel eyes widened.  “Oh the mystery church?” 

Copia let out a nervous chuckle.  “Si, si…the mystery church.” 

“All the rumors about that place.”  She glanced up at the hillside where it stood like a gothic Hogwarts.  She looked back at the kind eyed vampire.  “I’ve heard some great music coming out of there though.”

He kept his face neutral as he asked “What…what rumors have you heard?”

She shook her head.  “Oh I don’t put that much stock in it.  I’ve seen some of the good things you all do, the food drives, the soup kitchens, the charity for battered women and children.  I mean…that’s what a church should be doing.  So again…don’t worry about repaying me finding your little ballerina here…you all do enough.”

Copia felt a warmth in his chest at that remark and even more determination to do something to repay her for what she’d done.  He felt a little tug on his hand and glanced down.  His ballerina gestured with her tiny fingers for him to come closer.  He knelt down and Kris watched as the little girl whispered something into her guardians ear and then placed something in his hand.  After whispering a reply he gracefully stood up.

“Well…I shall not let your service go without some reward and nor will my charge here.”  He glanced over at the ghoulian who let go of his hand but dutifully took hold of his cape.  He turned back to Kris and held out his hand “If you would please.” 

Kris raised a brow and with a small smile placed her hand in his.   Copia held her hand in his right and with his left placed a red plastic ring in the shape of a vampire bat on her finger.  “From we two creatures of the night to another, thank you dolce Kris.”  He quickly placed one more kiss on the ringed finger.

Kris beamed at him and his charge, who was smiling up at her too with sharp white teeth.  “You are quite welcome fellow dark dwellers.”  She said and gave a little curtsy. 

It was at that moment that the two other ghouls and their own charges came running up after seeing that Copia had their missing ballerina next to him.  The children in tow quickly surrounded the ballerina and started asking her where she’d been.

“Ah, the gangs all here.”  Copia said then glanced at her.  “I believe we should be heading back.  With all the candy and excitement we will be lucky to get them to sleep before dawn.”

Kris nodded “Yeah I think you’re in for a challenge.”  She was sad to see them go though.  The gallant vampire was interesting and quite the charmer.  “I should be finding my own gang.”

“Si, well…farewell principessa della notte.”  Copia said, rather reluctant to see her go.  “You will always have a safe place when you need it with us.”  His expression was serious as he told her this, wanting to make sure she knew the offer was real.

Kris stared into the mismatched eyes surrounded by the black design of a bat.  They nearly glowed in the light from the street lamps and hanging lanterns.  “Thank you…Count Copia.”  She gave him a smile.  “You keep your little devils safe.”

Copia’s eyes widened a little at the turn of phrase.  “Oh…I shall make sure of that.”  He replied, trying not to choke and hearing the full-grown ghouls behind him chuckle.

Kris gave them a wave and turned, heading back to where she expected to find her group.  Copia watched her leave, a wistful expression on his face.  He felt a tug on his cape and glanced down at his little ballerina with the big dark eyes.  “Si piccolo ballerina?”

“I like her.”  The ghoulian said in a sibilant whisper. 

Copia nodded, glancing back to see the woman in black lace turn a corner and disappear from his view.  “Si, so do I.”  He replied.

When Kris walked home from her trick or treating adventure after saying goodbye to the kids and Valerie she glanced down at the bat on her finger and smiled.  When she came to the door of her apartment she stopped and looked down in surprise, finding a skull-shaped Halloween bucket filled with the really nice candy and a single rose laying across it.  She picked up the rose and inhaled the scent and grinned again.  Creature of the night indeed. 

[puppsworld]

Ghoul headcanons you say🎤

What are your thoughts about Dew and his silly water -> fire change I always love hearing how people interpret it

*cracks my knuckles* ok so, dew, my silly little ghoulie, is certainly one of the ghouls i think about pretty often.

When it comes to elemental transitions, they're often super not great!! <:/. It's a thing that's only really been documented in ghouls brought to the surface, and there's not actual answer as to why it happens. It doesn't completely remake the ghoul's body, but they're definitely changed. For Dew, his gills scarred over, and he lost a large portion of his tail. His voice is kind of permanently raspy, and his skin got a lot thicker and tougher. He gets sick much easier, and is actually rather prone to heatstroke, and much to his annoyance, he has a hard time handling the mood swings that come with the whole new set of powers and hormones from it. It's hard for him to not be in control of his own emotions. They gotta keep the poor guy in the shade when they all go sit out by the lake in the summer. When it comes down to it, he's not really bothered by it, per se. He feels a little?? indifferent. He's still himself, he's just... different now.

[brxkxnhxxrtsclxb]

the ghoul squad !!

i’ll have to start getting into doll clothes making so i can restyle my ghouls✨🖤

they’re so pretty but their outfits can be kinda lacking…

little ghoul squad lore✨

drac is my fave. i have an army of dracs🖤

ghoulia i was gonna use for a custom but she’s so cute (people calling her ugly. okay who lied😭 lmao). i got attached to her and now she’s part of the ghoul squad🥰

spectra i always loved since G1. never got her but now i can so i did😌 she’s so pretty as well

others on my want list are jinafire and cupid !! that’s more ghoulies for the ghoul squad :3 i’m trying not to get too many G3 dolls cuz of space reasons even though i have almost all dracs but other characters besides her, i think i’ve been doing pretty good :3

[jd-loves-fiction]

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥 (2)

➢  A new ghoul is summoned, they're small and unsure of who they want to be. The ghouls and ghoulettes help them figure it out while bringing them into their loving arms and showing them that no matter what path they choose, they will be loved.

➢ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: poly!nameless ghouls/ghoulettes x OC (Ghoulie)

➢  𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff ❤

➢  𝖜𝖈: 1.6k

➢  𝖆/𝖓: Not too happy with this one but the setup is needed 🙃 And if you’d rather read this on AO3 here’s the link :D

➢⚠️: nothing, just very wholesome :)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2 - 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝕾𝖙𝖊𝖕𝖘

Aether wakes up in the middle of the night, by the blinking number on the clock beside the couch he lays on, to a new, unfamiliar scent coming from his room.

Seems the little ghoul is up.

When he reaches the door, eyes still heavy and half-lidded, he opens it slowly while looking for the new ghoul.

He finds them still on the bed, sitting, wide eyed and frozen. Aether stares back, blinking slowly and carefully closing the door behind him.

Satan, it’s awkward. He’s gotten so used to communicating through the bond with his pack, or at least getting a clue about what they’re feeling through it, that just trying to figure out what to say to the panicked ghoul is taking all of his energy.

If only Rain or Mountain were here, either of them could probably pacify even the wildest of beasts. But they’re sleeping and moving out of the ghoul’s sight might not be a good idea now that he’s got their full attention.

So he takes a deep, calming breath before relaxing his stance. His instincts tell him that if he appears relaxed, they might mimic his behavior. Hopefully.

“Hi,” He says it quietly but still they jump, clutching the blanket tighter between their sharp claws. The sound of something ripping makes Aether want to wince but he doesn’t let it distract him. “My name is Aether. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He doesn’t expect them to believe him but they lower their hands to their lap, revealing that his shirt has slipped down their shoulder.

"Do you have a name?"

They think for a moment, before looking down and shaking their head.

"That's ok. We can figure something out… How about 'Ghoulie'...?" It's a simple name, bordering on lazy but it works as a placeholder for the time being.

'Ghoulie' opens their mouth to test the name, but nothing comes out of their underused vocal cords, so they just nod.

The large ghoul decides to step closer, kneeling beside the bed and taking their small hands into his own as slowly as ghoulishly possible. "You don't need to worry anymore, you're safe with us - me and my pack. We're all like you. And we'll help you with anything you want from now on, alright?"

From this close he can see that their eyes are still pitch black with no discernible iris, unlike his own black scleras with purple irises.

He swears his voice has never been this soft, nor his grasp. All because he feels as if they might break if he's anything but the absolute gentlest version of himself possible.

Ghoulie blinks, squeezing his hands with as much strength as they can muster at the moment.

"How much do you remember?" He doesn't need to specify what he means, by the furrowing of their dark brows and the thoughtful scrunch of their nose.

He lets them think and then waits patiently when they start trying to speak, "It's… it was dark… and warm. Too warm."

Aether chuckles in response, missing their lips twitching up at the sound, "I bet. Anything else?"

"I… someone," one of their hands leaves his hold to touch their damaged horn, "attacked me. I think. But I don't remember much else."

"Just once? You don't have any more injuries?" They shake their head. "Good. That's good."

"I don't… remember anything else. Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize, sweetheart." He scrambles to correct them, heart breaking at their careful tone.

"How about I tell you about the rest of the pack? You can meet them whenever you feel ready, though. Would you like that?" His grayish thumb rubs soothing circles on their palm as they nod.

"I promise they're all very friendly." On their good days, at least.

The next few days are Heaven to Aether and Hell to the other ghouls who did as he asked and stayed away from the new ghoul until they’re really to meet them.

All they can do is sit quietly and patiently (as patiently as possible) and listen to Aether talk about how they should call the newcomer Ghoulie and refer to them as they or she and how it’s so easy to make them laugh and how they have no control over how their tail wiggles around when excited. By the end of the week, Sunshine is whining sadly and Dewdrop is ready to pull his hair out.

One day, he catches Rain on his way somewhere and stops to tell him, “How about you come to my room tonight? I think Ghoulie’s ready to start meeting the pack.”

The brief thought that if he had asked it to someone like Swiss, he definitely would’ve thought it was about something different. But the thought doesn’t linger for long after he sees how Rain’s tail starts wagging excitedly as he nods.

Night comes around and Aether tries, he really does, to keep his anxious energy from bleeding out into the air. But Ghoulie is perceptive and learning quickly, of course she notices. 

Whether it’s because he looks that anxious or because the bond is finally starting to form, he has yet to find out. They haven’t made that much progress on that front which doesn’t surprise him, but how disappointed the new ghoul looks everytime she realizes it’s not working does. It’s fucking adorable and springs forth the idea that Aether might just be ready to do anything for this ghoul, though he’s not quite ready to admit it.

“Are you ok?” Ghoulie asks, looking up from the book he handed her to keep her busy.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He lies through his sharp teeth and thinks she’s getting far too smart far too fast when she puts down the book to encourage him to speak his mind. It was weird the first time she did it, how easily she figured him out and how open to listening to him ramble she was. Aether is supposed to be the strong one, the shoulder to cry on, but the roles being switched is not as world-ending as he thought it’d be.

“Listen,” he kneels before the blinking ghoul to look them in the eyes, “I want this to go well. I really want you to like them. Otherwise this is going to be very uncomfortable for everyone.”

“If you trust them so much, why would you have to worry?” They put it so simply, as if it’s obvious and maybe it is, maybe it’s always been. Perhaps it’s just clearer to a creature still mostly used to thinking in instincts and focusing on surviving instead of what is proper to say or do.

He's about to admit that she might be right, but a knock sounds on the door before he can. Rain asks if he can enter through the bond, nervous and giddy as he awaits an answer. 

Aether looks to his temporary roommate and then to the door, receiving a nod to open it. He stays close to them as the door opens, having noticed how much comfort they find in his touch or proximity in general.

When the door moves without any words from Aether’s lips, Ghoulie looks at him with pure wonder in her black eyes, wishing so desperately she could do that herself already.

Rain enters the standard ghoul dorm room, helmet off and showing off his long, wavy hair - a beautiful bluish black color that reminds her of the very bottom of the ocean where light is scarce and shines through in rays. She finds herself wanting to touch it, to see if it'd feel any different from her own hair, it certainly looks softer.

The water ghoul, acting surprisingly more confident than usual as he greets the younger ghoul with a soft wave, "Hello there."

“Hi,” The word is exhaled, part nervousness and part excitement. Aether is a sweetheart, patient and lovely, but hearing about all the other pack members has Ghoulie on the edge of her seat waiting to meet them.

With the chance right in front of her, however, she is lost on what to say. And so is Rain. Aether’s decision to introduce the most reserved member of the pack to her first seems to have backfired.

Before Aether starts scrambling to fill the awkward silence, Rain speaks, determined to come out of his shell for Ghoulie’s benefit, “What’re you reading?”

“Oh, I’m not sure what the title is. But it’s about a fish girl… I think.” Speech seems to be something ghouls know inherently, even if they are almost never given the chance to use it while in Hell. Reading though is a skill they need to brush up on once arriving at the surface, since there’s a mediocre (at best) selection of reading material in the deep, dark pits.

Rain tries to hold his grin back from splitting his face in two. He wants to be gentle, but not condescending. He wants to be cool, but not aloof. He wants to be everything the others were for him, for her but he quickly realizes that just being himself will do nicely. He's just one ghoul, after all.

"Actually, Aether told me you like reading. Could you… help me out? There's some stuff I don't understand." The young ghoul laughs awkwardly, thumbing the corner of the page nervously as Rain's eyes widen upon realizing he's just been staring at her this whole time.

"Ah! Of course. Which part are you on?" He crouches beside the beat-up armchair they sit on to look over the old book.

Aether watches on fondly, sitting on his bed as the two timid ghouls begin opening up and talking more excitedly. Ghoulie casts glances in his direction to make sure he's still there in between letting her eyes roam Rain's blueish, smooth features.

Both older ghouls' hearts swell when she laughs, openly and loudly, as she starts making the amusing connection between Rain and the Little Mermaid.

A faint presence, curious and playful, is felt beyond the door.

[ghelullu]

Helloooo,

I'm Lu and this is my little Ghost sideblog, so I won't annoy my normal/ differently weird peeps to death with my obsession with this band. I always try to tag things in a logical way, so you can use the linked tags below. Unmasked Ghouls/ Papa are tagged accordingly!

I'm a traditional artist if you want to check my Ghost (and some other fandoms like Dragon Age) art out: @delulluart.

Sometimes I upload Clips or Photos on this blog (sometimes edited by me, like making the white eye glow) - always with credit, of course when things are not mine (adding sources is sexy, dear people).

Admittedly, I'm mostly here for the Papas, especially Copia, so if you're looking for a lot of Ghoul content, you're probably not on the right blog. (this also is not a safe zone for people who hate body hair and want the Papas to look like 23 year old boyband members)

If you have any questions or want to find a certain photo (I've been a fan since about early 2014 or something and love to help) or just want to chat, send me a message! (If you want the full 'tism event, ask for the Papa III/Cardinal/Popia masks (currently working on the big unofficial Mask Guide))

Mine:

My stuff (in general) | my edits | my gifs | videos | photographs

Info/ Service posts | answered asks and other rambling

The Papas:

Primo | Secondo | Terzo | Copia | Cardi | Popia

Ghouls:

Ghoulies (in general) | Aurora | Cirrus | Cumulus | Sunshine | Rain | Mountain | Swiss | Dew | Aether | Phantom | Omega |

Others:

Nihil | Seestor | Psaltarian | Tender Father (obvious warning) | unmasked Ghouls (again, warning) | Rite Here Rite Now (spoiler warning!)

[haboshimairo]

If it wasn’t clear before my main guy is Tohma of course I have my other two top favourites which are Zenji and Subaru.

In all honesty I really don’t dislike any of the ghouls.

Well….Except Kaito. He can go eat rocks and get shot by Romeo for all I care I almost gave up reading the prologue/episode zero because of him. Thank god for Jin, Tohma and Luca breaking up his awful dialogue with his character in episode one. (I dislike him like most of you dislike Leo. While I can tolerate Leo.)

But Tohma is kinda my bais or at lest some form of it I really like the two sided cunning right hand man trope even better if he has secrets or is actually strong (or has long hair lol) which Tohma is all those things minus the hair haha.

I have a small group of fictional men that truly itch my ideal of that certain character and after episode one Tohma slid right in. (He’s very kyoya ohshc coded idk how to explain why)

——————

So in true fangirl fashion I created an OC; Mairo as you have met her in other post. Here is a bit about her.

She is a third year as of now and the idea of the how her and Tohma meet, is they met on the first day they came to darkwick. She becomes good friends with Alan and Tohma even though she was placed in a different house. (She’s a Hotarubi ghoulie)

She beat up a third years who were harassing her on her first day. Thus how she met Alan and Tohma. So everyone thought she be place in vagastorm because of said “fight” and along with some of her fashion decisions; platform creepers, choker and gloves unkempt loose uniform. She looked like a delinquent.

But surprise she’s an art kid.

Like all ghouls they are stronger then your average human and she no different she is strong not as strong as are top few that we know of being pretty strong like Alan, Tohma and jiro.

But she can hold her own on mission if need be this being said she never likes to fight unless provoked or is defending herself, she is a bit passive that way.

She try’s to see the brighter side of things in most cases. That goes for people too she makes friends easily and if she doesn’t like you or if you wrong her she will hold you to it for a long while, unless you own up to it.

She doesn’t just keep to her house with her friendships. Mairo does strongly believes they are all in this together and should just get along, whether they’re in different house or not. 

She loves art, fine art, painting, crafts, pottery, poetry. If it’s creative outlet she’ll try it. This why she was placed in Hotarubi, and she loves the house grounds and colors. (Her favorite color is purple)

She has a fascination with astronomy after her deals with her demon she dives even more into it. Her stigma is dowsing which is a type of divination ability also feeds into this fascination with folk culture and rituals.

Her stigma helps find lost things-truths and lies she has to use tools to let it work, a pendulum is her preferred method.

Her artifact is a feathered fan (metal handle and base with feathers used by ancient strategist like photo) not sure what I want it it’s little ability to be yet

As for the clash she was with Zenji when it went down she was injured trying to help him. After he is announced dead in hospital she goes into shock along with her injuries to her head and body she slips into a semi comatose coma for a few months she comes too a month into her third year and when MC is now there; and has to navigate all the changes that happen in those months, and the clashes aftermath with how it effected her fellow third years.

The school board does try to do some things to her when she is in her coma but is stopped by a series of odd events (aka Zenji doing ghost stuff) of course Haku finds out because of Zenji which then profession Nicholas and Yuri finds out by then she is moved to Mortranken for better protection until she awakes.

Thank you for coming to my ramble about my oc.

[jazz-bazz]

@jesusbutbetterrr‘s Ghoulettes Weeks 2024! Week 5 : Comfort & Hobbies

Another rambly one about my headcanons bcs i am losing more and more braincells with each powerpoint slide i read about stereochemistry and reaction mechanisms T-T

Cirrus :

She has a hobby of making scrapbooks, especially during tours, it helps keep her sane she said.

Cumulus :

Oh she is a pro at making art with paper quilling, so very patient and detailed. She almost always can be found fiddling with strips of paper at any time, and always has a tiny tub of glue with her.

Sunshine :

This chaotic ghoulie love parkour, she has a social media account of her parkour videos

Aurora :

She likes making little clothes for plushies and Copia's rats, people have asked her why not make ghoul sized ones too, for herself maybe, she said making the tiny ones are even cuter and needs less material

Mist :

This one likes pottery, and her water magic helps her control the moisture level in the clay, so it won't dry out too fast, or be too wet to shape. She's made various pots and jars and bowls and random small sculptures and trinkets, some she sold at the local market. She's most proud of the hellhound sculpture that now stands in the garden

[frnkiebby]

I gotta know where to find the lil killjoy figures. Is this like an eBay thing or what’s going on?

Plz lmk 🙏

this is where i got my ghoulie!!!~🎃

[cupid-ghoul]

I LOVE FIRE GHOULS SOOO MUCH

I've only seen a handful of ppl w/ the same hc chkskxjcnc

Just. Oguh. They're all sprawled out in the sun. Absolutely being pillows for any of the other ghouls that want to join the pile but DONT want to be on the hot concrete. Sometimes humans join in but they can't stand the heat long - both the sun, the concretes heat, and the fire ghouls? Oh it gets sweltering.

Also. Yes. Alpha making Soo many biscuits. The best bakery ever. He probably does it so firmly too it's less kneading and more of just a massage if he doing it on someone. Purrs so hard and hes just Locked In thru it all.

I just love the energy the fire ghouls bring. Each of them is just amazing on stage and I love the idea of those fiery little critters.

If I'm getting heat stroke so be it I'll be in the pile!! Also I'm constantly cold as soon as the colder months hit so a handsome fire ghoul to cuddle up with would be perfect 😩

Locked in! The best baker in town! If he's like my cat he'll even start drooling a little, a remnant of his kit days.

Don't even get me started on alpha with ghoul kits. I'd make him a daddy SO fast. His protectiveness is amped up when kits are involved. He acts all tough but the second those tiny ghouls are in need of cuddles he's there. He will still try to pull off the cool guy act though even if he's being used as a jungle gym by itty bitty ghoulies.

[forlorn-crows]

hi hello!!! i loved your latest fic it was so ougjnejehdbsj, so a quick question related to that. how do you feel about people drawing fanart for your fics? and is there something you wouldn't like to see in the fanart like (strong) resemblance to the unmasked ghouls or something like that

this is ALWAYS a "yes PLEASE draw fanart of my fics". it makes me SO happy when someone draws something inspired by what i wrote <3

and im pretty chill when it comes to fanart. im used to people drawing certain ghouls (swiss, dew, rain) with similar appearances to their unmasked counterparts. obviously if we're talking carbon copy, that would maybe be a little ehhh.

but! i would say im a fan of extra 'ghouliness' (i always write them with horns, tails, fangs, claws, etc. plus things like gills or feathers or certain skin markings).

regardless, im happy people want to draw things based off my fics in the first place, dont feel like you have to alter/cater your art to my personal preferences <3

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 21 -- Winthrop

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 21 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Lingerie with Winthrop x F!Reader

Aaaaand it has been a very ghoulie spooky season so far, and this ain't even the last one! But I'm absolutely thrilled that I got to write for another old fave of mine. Winthrop is just so special to me, and Underworld was my absolute favorite place in Fallout 3, so this was just lovely to write 😊

I hope y'all like it!

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Lingerie, kissing, light body worship, reassurance, adoration, mutual lovey-dovey-ness, crotchless panties, oral sex, cunnilingus.

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“What are you laughing about?” Your smile matched Winthrop’s as you looked across the dimly lit table at him. The candlelight shone upon his marred face, highlighting the grooves there, the lines made more prominent by his grin. 

You found you couldn’t look away. 

And not for the reason most people couldn’t. To see him… after all these months knowing how tough it’s been for him, for all the ghouls down here… and he was laughing. 

“C’mon Win, spill it. I’m starting to wonder if you’re having a breakdown or something.”

“Nah, nah, Lone, that’s not… Well, maybe a little bit.” 

Your eyebrows raised in question. 

“Just… Never thought I’d be in this position, that’s all. I’m still not convinced someone’s not paying you to keep coming back here and all. To keep seeing me, you know? Sure isn’t my charm bringing you back through the big an’ dangerous CW central, that I know.” 

Unable to help yourself, you found your eyes rolling. 

“How many times do I have to tell you–”

“You don’t.” He interrupted gently, “I know you say it all the time, how you wanna be here, how you choose me or whatever, but I just…”

“Just…?”

“Never met a smoothskin like you before. Anybody like you. How’d a guy like me get so lucky to find you stumblin’ in here one day?”

Unable to help it, you found your head shaking of its own accord.

“And how is it that you can’t let this go?” 

With a good-natured little sigh, you smiled and stood from your chair, rounding the table separating you. 

“We’ve been dating three months now…” You knelt down to be just below his eye level from where Winthrop was still seated, placing both your hands upon one of his where it lay on the armrest. 

“When are you going to realize that I want you?”

“Oh, I get that." He said with a cute little tilt of his head, as though it were a given. "You tell me constantly, sweetheart, but… just, why?”

“Because, Win, you’re you. You’re funny and resourceful and selfless, you were the first to help me when I arrived here, all ragged and disheveled, like a lost mongrel.”

You pulled a giggle from him with that, and noticed the way his eyes grew distant as he remembered. 

“You gave me a job. Helped me when I had no one, no idea what I was doing, you just–”

“‘Took you under my wing?’” He finished for you, pulling the words right out of the front of your mind.

“Yeah, see? I knew this wasn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation.” You stood up, then, and meandered over to the couch against the wall, plopping down with a dramatic huff.

“What more can I do? How do I convince a stubborn, old ghoul like you that you’re wanted, huh?” 

Winthrop sighed himself, and tossed the napkin that’d been in his lap onto his empty plate on the small dining table. 

“Hmm.” He made an obvious show of humming, of appearing to truly be stuck in his thoughts, as he followed your lead and sat down next to you on the sofa. 

“You know, a kiss wouldn’t hurt.” You heard him mumble cheekily, and with another good-humored roll of your eyes, you turned and fulfilled his request. 

It was short and sweet, a teasing lure you cast to him with a grin upon your half-puckered lips, pulling away before he could sink into it, the way you knew he liked to. 

To get lost in you… It was something you both had in common, much to his not-so-unexpected surprise. 

“Mm, yeah. Definitely didn’t hurt…” Winthrop’s hand went to the back of his neck as you pulled away, rubbing there, almost coyly. 

You merely batted your eyelashes at him, as innocent as could be.

Like you hadn’t been planning for things to lead to this point all evening long. 

“You want more, don’t you?” Your lips whispered against his ear as you stayed close to him, and placed a hand over his chest for emphasis. Winthrop gulped heavily, you felt it go all the way down to where your hand lay over him. 

“You could tell that easy, huh?” 

You answered with a playful shrug, pursing your lips in preparation, and even before you could lean forwards, rough hands grasped around your waist, hauling you damn-near into the ghoul’s lap, as his mouth sought out yours. 

“I just know you, Win.” You mumbled through your connection, letting yourself melt into it now, your eyes closed, your hands wandering over his thin dress shirt-- one he’d definitely been leant, seeing as all he ever wore were stained T-shirts or mechanics jumpsuits. It was better that way, you thought, as your hands fiddled with the pesky buttons running down the front. 

“And I know,” Continuing with your speech, you pulled away to better get a look at the buttons that refused to budge, “What it looks like, when you need me to show you…” 

Finally, you made progress, separating either side of the shirt and exposing his chest and torso to your half-lidded gaze. 

“How much I want you.”

Winthrop released a noise at that, something between a sigh and a groan, and you watched the way his stomach muscles twitched and flexed beneath his ruined layer of skin. 

His body was like a topographical map, so unique, the way it was textured; its landmarks, winding scars like rivers separating land, coloration like no skin you’d laid eyes upon before, especially not in your sheltered past. He was utterly unique a landscape to explore, and you meant to explore.

As his bareness was revealed to you, his hands tugging off the sleeves completely from his chest and arms, you settled further in his lap and set your lips over his collarbone, his throat, his chest, until you felt his shaking breaths rattling in his chest. You could feel his growing excitement beginning to bulge within his slacks, could feel the way the belt was beginning to cause him discomfort. 

In good time, Win. 

You almost meant to say it aloud, but your mouth was otherwise occupied as it set upon his skin again. 

Cologne too, he must’ve borrowed from someone, (you suspected Snowflake), for his usual musk of WD-40, of grease and welding tools, of sweat and Nuka Cola Quantum was masked almost completely with a rich, musty smell. Like the wealthy elite assholes you’d found housed within the exclusive walls of Tenpenny Tower. 

It was nice, for the night… But if you were honest, you’d take the greaseball in the jumpsuit over one of them any day. 

Still though, the effort wasn’t to be ignored. 

“Mm, you smell good, hon.” 

Winthrop’s hands roamed over you, his fingers dreaming of peeling the blouse from you to uncover what treasures lay beneath. 

“Thought it’d make for a nice change, heh.” 

“Well,” You started, your voice already pointed like a sniper’s beam of light, “I love you either way. No matter your scent.” 

“Wish that went without saying, really, I do.” 

“Oh, enough, Winthrop. Can you just take the damn compliment?” 

“Fine, yes, I will, darling. You’re the boss.” 

Another roll of your eyes, and your lips were back on his with a new sense of purpose. Your hands fell to where he gripped your body, encouraging him to tighten his hold, to run his fingers down to the hem of your shirt, to aid you in pulling it off. 

He actually pulled back from your kiss to admire what was underneath, and as your eyes blinked open, his expression softened at the look of you, his mouth slightly agape and his own eyes blinking as if in disbelief. 

“You… You outdone yourself tonight, Lone…” He said beneath his breath as his head shook, reiterating his blatant awe at the lovely lacey detail accentuating your breasts. 

How you’d managed to find a garment of this color, of this quality and in your size, you’d never know, but hey, Tenpenny Tower had its perks. 

“And it’s even…”

“Our favorite color, I know… I wish there was more green like this in the world, but I suppose this’ll have to suffice.”

“Suffice? Lone, honey, you blew this out of the damn sky.”

“Oh, just you wait, hold on.” 

You stood up, feeling a great loss of heat from where his bulge had been pressing between your legs, and began to shimmy down your own dress pants until they slumped to the floor below, and revealed the matching pair of lace underwear. 

You had to hold in a laugh, as he leaned so far forward to behold you that he toppled from the couch and onto the floor to join the growing pile of clothes there. 

“Lone… I want you to listen to me,” His voice was low, more raspy even than usual as he scooted on his knees closer to you, until he could wrap his arms around your thighs and look up at you with his chin pressing to your pubic bone. 

“I don’t ever want you to take these off, okay? This is just… Baby, you’re beautiful.” 

You warmed pleasantly at that as your hands went to caress his face, to brush your fingers over his wispy hair, and feel his hot breath spilling out into the cool, evening air. 

“So beautiful, I feel I’ll go blind if I look too long at this smooth skin of yours.” A gasp left you as his mouth dragged over the hem of your decorative panties, his tongue darting out to drag along the textured pinholes in the fabric, fleetingly tasting your skin with every wet kiss, every wanton lick against you. 

Soon, your fingers were grasping almost to the point of pain to his head, holding him in place; until he delved lower despite the pressure, his hands encouraging you to spread your legs wider for him. 

“Oh? What’s– Lone.”

“Hmm?” Your brows were still creased, your eyes still closed, hell, you’d almost forgotten this particular detail about your panties, until you felt something hot and wet press directly against your skin, and drag between your quickly slickening folds. 

“Now my mind’s made up for certain,” He rasped, “Never taking these off again.” 

He wrapped the whole of his rough lips around your clit and lower lips, fully encompassing the crotchless section of your panties and giving a hearty suck that had your hips bucking into his in search of more, more, more.

“Fuck, Win, that’s it…” 

He moaned into you, the grip of his hands tightening as they moved to grip either side of your ass, hauling you closer until he could very nearly get lost within you. God, and he planned to, evidently. 

The noises leaving the space between your legs were utterly sinful, your pre-cum and his spit creating a sloppy cacophony of your slick skin and his dancing with one another. His groans left your legs shaking, both from the sound, and the feel of his vocal vibrations against you, his hot breath spilling there, making you feel as though steam ought to be rising from your pussy.

Your own moans picked up as well, your muscles tensing as you craved something to brace yourself against, to lean on. But there wasn’t time, there was only this-- your partner burying himself in you, the sharp bone protruding from his phantom nose rubbing deliciously, almost painfully against your clit with each enthusiastic swipe of his tongue, and it had you close. 

“Win, please…” You breathed– almost whined, “Don’t stop.” 

He made a sound like a ‘nuh uh,’ shaking his head to further emphasize, and attacked you with a fervor you rarely– if ever– saw in him. 

“F-fuck, that’s– ahhh.” You sighed out your release, your hips bucking against him as Winthrop nursed you through it, his hold on you unyielding as he drank down your release like a man parched. 

He pulled back, like it pained him to do so, and steadily, his hands guided your shaking legs to sit back down on the couch. You fell easily back into the padding of the cushions, feeling your core still tingling from little aftershocks of bliss.

“Shit, Win… That was…” 

“Fucking delectable.” Winthrop panted out, still kneeling between your spread legs, and wiped his mouth with the back of one hand. 

“Yeah…” One of your hands reached to splay out over his warm cheek, caressing it as he leaned into the touch, while the other fell to your lap tiredly, as you both caught your breath. 

“And I ain’t done yet. So long as you aren’t?” Winthrop's eyes resembled that of some pre-war creature too soft to survive in this hellish landscape as he looked up at you. Adoration and pleading ran rampant in his expression, and you shook your head not two moments later. 

“Oh, Win… Not even close.” 

[jazzmckay]

i finally finished the fallout show, so here are my thoughts. i will talk about both things i enjoyed and things i didn't enjoy. be aware that i'm one of Those west coast fallout fans so this will be bethesda-critical, although it's never my goal to be a hater or make fans of bethesda games feel bad for enjoying them.

spoilers for not only the show, but most fallout games ive played, which includes: fallout, fallout 2, fallout 3, and fallout: new vegas

lets start with the positive!

things i enjoyed:

the aesthetics: it just plain looks good. it matches the games pretty accurately, it brought the world of fallout to this new medium very well. visually, it definitely looks like fallout, and i thought it had some nice cinematography and shot framing. i like that it was never too dark to see what was going on, i like that it was fairly vibrant even with the unavoidable Brown Wasteland, Metal Grey Vault palettes. the costumes were great. i liked how the people looked realistic for the world they're living in. i would have liked cooper to be more standard ghouly, but after having seen the full show, i'm fine with it. the ghouls have a lot of range, physically, and it does make sense for cooper to be more human-like because he's actively preserving himself, and probably did so pre-war as well. all in all it was visually great

the main characters: lucy is a fantastic main character. i love how shaped she is from living in vault 33 specifically, with her moral compass, view of the world, social uniqueness, and relationship with sex. i adore that she's such a positive person, always wanting to see the best in others and make the best of any situation, but that doesn't mean she can't get hurt and angry, can't fight when she has to. she's fun and badass, i really like her. maximus is just as complex, shaped by the brotherhood instead of the vault--again, moral compass, view of the world etc all coloured by where he's spent most of his life, just in a different way from lucy. more grey, more skewed, more manipulated, in my opinion, even though of course vault 33 was quite manipulated as well. his struggle with identity is awesome. i like how both of them are a little weird, a little socially unhinged, and majorly biased about the world. i enjoyed maximus' struggle and journey with coming into his own. i'll be eager to see that continue in s2. cooper took me almost the ENTIRE season to warm up to. at first he was the kind of character i found interesting, but difficult to like. right from the start, you know he wasn't always like this, and 200 years in the wasteland has understandably changed him, but i was still very "fuck this guy, hes a prick and he annoys me" for most of the show. the final episode finally tipped me over onto the "okay yeah im properly into this character now" side. he's definitely layered, just takes a bit to see more than the outer one that makes him just look like... a major piece of shit. i love a dark character as much as the next guy, but i prefer if it Makes Sense, and i didn't fully get him until the last ep. eager to see how he develops going forward as well. don't have a lot to say about norm, i just really like him. hell yeah fuck shit up, little bro

the side characters: betty and stephanie fascinate me, especially after learning who they really are. moldaver is SO COOL and a milf for real oh my god i'm a little obsessed. thaddeus surprised me with his depth. ma june was really cool and felt sort of quintessential fallout to me. even just the one-off people of the wasteland were really interesting to me. they were real people with a place in this world, no matter how small. (you'll notice i havent mentioned dane, even though being nb myself, a nb character should be a big deal to me. well. i still dont entirely know how i feel about dane, unfortunately)

the vault lore: from start to finish, i was HOOKED on everything to do with the vaults. the concept of 3 vaults being connected and able to trade with each other when necessary was interesting. i liked the concept of vault 33 and how it gave the characters a different culture about relationships and sex. then i enjoyed the suspense of the lie unravelling, of following norm's arc of defying what he'd been raised with to figure everything out. it was very tense and mysterious.

vault lore part 2: historically, i've not been a fan of pre-war society actually being shown. didn't like that they did that in fo4, though part of that could be that i just massively dislike the choices they made for it, including how it locked the player too much into an unchangeable (heterosexual) backstory. i guess i'm not fully against the pre-bomb time being shown as long as it's lore-friendly, and i'm pleasantly surprised that the show was pretty lore-friendly indeed. not entirely. i have some major gripes that i will get into later, but i liked the tension and intrigue of the big corporations doing their gross capitalism shit, and cooper finding out just how fucked up they are. the idea of the vault ownership being split up between different companies and therefore different ideals so "the best ideas of how to continue civilization can win" was interesting! i think it's more grounded to say that most vaults were trying to make something viable for the future, not just fucked up experiments for the sake of it, but the ideas were extreme and many doomed to failure. i wouldn't even say this is a retconn, a lot of the vaults, even the ones that got really messed up, can be viewed as an attempt at making something good, just with amoral methods

how the brotherhood was portrayed: FINALLY bethesda has written the brotherhood in a way more reflective of what they're supposed to be. the brotherhood are not the ultimate heroic knights in shining armour. they're not just a grandstanding military faction. caveat that i don't know the fo4 brotherhood personally, but fo3!brotherhood was so incomprehensible. in fo1, the brotherhood is reclusive and focused on technological / scientific information. they are a force to be reckoned with when convinced to take good action, but they're on the insular side. in fo2, they're a destroyed shadow of what they were, with barely any presence. in fnv they're even more reclusive, entirely xenophobic to anyone outside of the brotherhood and further stuck in their ways. you can help them improve, but there are cult vibes. and the show? i am impressed by how they focused on those cult vibes! the brotherhood doesn't have to be 100% the same every time when there's a lot of geography between chapters and different points in the last 200 have different needs, different goals and enemies, but the brotherhood should, imo, always be a grey area. when lucy asked "this is good right, the brotherhood are the good guys?" and maximus and thaddeus were like....... eh... it's. a complicated organization. THATS THE REAL SHIT. complex. a bit uncomfortable because they're reclusive and teach their people biased ideas of the wasteland. an ideology that makes sense in-verse, but isn't a simple dichotomy of good or bad. some parts of it were uncomfortable for me in a "well thats an odd writing choice" but most of it was uncomfortable in the way the brotherhood is SUPPOSED to be uncomfortable, and i am here for that

the scene where maximus comes clean to lucy and she accepts him, because she's learned how complicated the surface world is, and she has been travelling with him enough to see who he really is

the fnv theme cue when the ncr flag was shown. got me emotional fr

lucy is down to fuck and i LOVE that for her. it's great to see a female main character be so into sex without it being for any reason other than... she thinks sex is good and fun

the lucy/maximus ship. im officially on team "people who say its boring and lacking in chemistry might be not giving the black character the consideration he deserves because of internalized racism" sorry

i can ALSO get behind the lucy/cooper ship, after the last episode. it feels like theyre on somewhat even ground now. i can go for a begrudging allies pair. they should have rough, angry sex and remind each other it doesn't mean anything after and then they both go and pine and/or brood about the people they wish they were with, or wish they were with but in a happier story

the music in general

cx404 my beloved <3

things i did not enjoy:

the biggest issue is, of course, the way the show completely fucked with and/or retconned fallout: new vegas. in my opinion, it was very disrespectful, to the point where it's hard to see it as anything but maliciously intentional for mr. todd 'liar' howard to literally nuke the center of west coast fallout's world. it feels scummy. it feels tone deaf. it feels like a kid stomping on another kids sand castle at the beach because all they understand is destruction and coming out on top. and it also makes NO sense. the show says shady sands was bombed in 2277, which is the year of the first battle of hoover dam, and 4 years before the start of fnv. it renders everything in fnv void. the thing is that shady sands is just one small part of the ncr--in fo1, its a small farming village just getting started and a couple generations later in fo2, it isnt even recognizable as shady sands anymore, its just. The New California Republic. it's huge! it's sprawling! bombing a single city wouldn't have wiped out the ncr--and even the show acknowledges this with vault 4 and moldaver's people--but it's still too significant a calamity that fnv could have happened the way it did proceeding it. you can't just add an event like this and think it'll work when no one in fnv mentions it, when it can't retroactively impact the ncr's future that is already shown. and even though the show does allow that remnants of the ncr have survived, they didn't do it in the way that makes sense, in my opinion. what would make sense is having an entire nation losing its capitol, but the rest being able to continue on. it doesnt make sense for them to become what they did in the show, nor having it be a non-issue during fnv. the ncr could not have had a continued presence in the mojave if that nuke really happened. ive seen pieces of articles and such about how they were careful to follow the timeline and "dont worry, fnv still happened!" but.... they most certainly did not follow the timeline, and what they did utterly fucks up fnv's narrative

the answering of the question "who fired the first bomb". while i enjoyed the backstory, i did not enjoy this question being answered. the point of fallout is not who was right and who was wrong. the point isnt about there being a good side, a bad side, a justification for anything. the point is that nuclear bombs are horrific and what happened to the world is the ultimate tragedy. and it's about communities still being able to rise from the ashes and make something real. it's about people being able to survive and thrive. yes, conflict persists, but the world has not ended, and in west coast fallout, entire cities have grown up from nothing to take on a way of life all on their own, different from the pre-war days, but no longer weighed down by the tragedy, either. east coast fallout is post-apocalypse. west coast fallout is post-post-apocalypse. it's supposed to be post-post-apocalypse, and who dropped the bombs does not matter. the point is that war never changes--but people do. the old world is gone, what happened happened, and society has to move on. answering the question of who dropped the bombs serves no narrative purpose

and if america dropped the bombs on themselves--what does that mean for the rest of the world? of course, we have never known if the rest of the world is still out there continuing as normal, but making the bombs in america an inside job has new implications for china's part in everything. i do wonder if the shift away from the american-chinese conflict is a sensitivity issue. i'm not knowledgeable enough on the topic to speak on it further

robert house's potential/likely character assassination: the best way i could possibly read it is that house was being reticent about his true feelings because it wouldn't have been very tactful to oppose an entire room of capitalism moguls. but his part in planning the bombs is, if taken at face value, utterly opposed to his actual goals as stated in fnv. i want to believe he was just flying under the radar to get information. but it either doesnt make sense, or we dont have the full story yet, because house's intentions were to save new vegas from the bombs, and he wasn't able to save the entire area, which he should have been able to do if in the know, and he also would have been able to get the platinum chip on a better timeline if he was in the know. i'm trying to reserve judgement in case they elaborate on him in s2, but s1!house is.... not fnv!house

needed more pre-existing rad creatures. i'm guessing the bear was supposed to be a yao guai even though they didn't name it, but the gulper was new, and i wouldve liked to see geckos, maybe nightstalkers or cazadors if possible, just... anything properly reminiscent of west coast fallout. based on the final scenes, i'd like to think we'll see deathclaws in s2. please.

sometimes there were bouts of confusing / weird writing. episode 6 in particular had me a bit "what the fuck is going on and why are certain characters acting like this????". the scene where maximus reveals himself to thaddeus was also lackluster in my opinion. i think it should have been drawn out at least a bit. maximus trying to explain, thaddeus being conflicted--not just an immediate flip. it's hard to believe maximus would injure thaddeus THAT badly without trying something else first. whiplash for real. maximus was a little weird in vault 4 and i genuinely don't know what vibe they were going for. at first i thought he'd been drugged and the people there were going to experiment on him. (also how did cooper NOT SEE the "test subjects" over the door when he was doing the vault-tec ad? i dont remember if the name plate was shown in the commercial itself but i sure hope not or, uhhh... people would have known something bad was up). it was just a bit ??? for me, that whole damn episode. what was with the ncr remnants acting Like That? i don't get it and it was never addressed again? am i just supposed to believe that a couple decades or whatever separated from the ncr society has turned them into a cult? what association do they even have with moldaver anymore? its all so weird and unexplained. and if moldaver opposed vault-tec, how did she end up in cryo with them? i guess she didn't actively walk away from it? maybe im missing something here

on that note, the portrayal of the ncr: moldaver and her people end up being ncr but they were played the whole time like raiders. only for the end of the show to have moldaver's settlement be totally normal people just living their lives. what the hell? and the vault 4 people, again, were unsettling and confusing, i don't understand what i'm supposed to take away from this. i suppose the point is that time has changed both groups, and moldaver's been pushed to extremes, but the framing was just.... weird and iffy for me. it's a far cry from the ncr i'm used to

final thoughts:

i did overall enjoy the show, but i suppose, as they say about games like fo4, "it was a good show, but it wasn't a good fallout show". i was pleasantly surprised in a lot of ways, but the fact remains that bethesda misses, or disregards, the whole point of fallout. often they go directly against the original message of fallout. most modern fallout just isn't what it was when it started or what it is when created by people who were there at the beginning. it's painful being a west coast fan specifically, sometimes, because todd is always finding new ways to massacre my boy. but if i pretend this isn't canon and that it has no bearing on one of my favourite games, if i look at it just as it is instead of something that hinges with a bunch of other stories... it was surprisingly enjoyable. i just have to turn off the part of my brain that wants to fight mr howard in the dennys parking lot at 4am