#ler!terzo

[sugarskullcupcakes]

Anyone else feel a way when he does the finger wiggle thing 😳🙈

He's so good at it tho- I see him as being an amazing and very teasy ler 😳

(sfw!)

God it puts me in such a lee mood-

Those gloves would tickle hella bad

[chloenotfound404]

For drabbles, think Omega and Terzo could tag attack Copia? 👀

Drabble: tag team attack

(Ok seriously thank you Anon for this! This was so cute and fluffy and easy to write and I’m in love with these babies 🥺)

Characters: Terzo, Omega, Copia

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⚠️Warnings: tickling (if thats not your thing)

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Summary: Terzo and Omega have noticed Copia’s growing stress as the new Papa Emeritus.

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Both Terzo and Omega had found a way to sneak into the rehearsal room through one of the empty offices of the ministry, the door happened to lead through the office and into the back of the rehearsal room where Copia sat. More than likely stressing about the fact that he would have to go on tour for the first time as Papa in less than a week. All of the other ghouls were either in their own respective rooms or the common room talking or playing around with instruments.

Omega gently opened the door to the room making sure he was quiet, Terzo following suit behind him although you wouldn’t have been able to tell. Copia stood at the small desk in the corner of the room, his eyes scanning pieces of paper as the two others came up behind him. He hadn’t even heard them or seen them come in.

Omega gently led Terzo in front of him to the left as he stepped to Copia’s right, having one on each side. That was when Copia had noticed them with an evidently startled jump at their presence. The poor youngest brother didn’t even have time to talk before he was doubled over in fits of giggles. Omega squeezing gently into his side and Terzo managing to reach around to gently press into Copia’s tummy. Both Terzo and Omega exchanging smirks as they watched Copia crumble to try and protect himself.

“We thought you were stressed,” Omega chuckled, his strong grip managing to hold Copia upright again to make it easier for the tag attack to go ahead.

Copia could barely speak through his giggles, his arms trying to block the attack coming from both sides but the more he moved the more spots he had exposed. Omega had switched to kneading into Copia’s hip which, coupled with Terzo targeting his tummy with raspberries, spidering, skittering and pokes, had the poor papa in stitches.

“There’s no need to be stressed,C. If I could do the job, you can too. I always knew you were a stress head.” Terzo rambled, looking up to see his younger brother struggling to keep standing up from the onslaught of the tag team attack they had pulled off.

The moment that Copia went to try and respond to them both, the smallest of hiccup like laugher started to pool out from him as he doubled over again, unable to keep upright. “I-I wasn’t s-stressing!!” Copia managed to squeak out through his helpless giggles, practically crumbling into Omega’s arms as soon as the ghoul started to pinch at his thighs. “Don’t deny it, I saw you looking at the official docs that Father gave to you,” Terzo chuckled, managing to wedge his fingers into Copia’s ribs and vibrate them slightly, sending Copia into about her fit of helpless and squeaky giggles.

It had taken a few minutes for the Ghoul and Terzo to halt the attack, their job seemingly had been successful. Copia had bright puffy cheeks and a smile again. The smile which had mostly been absent since his ascension to Papa. “Promise you’ll stop being such a stress head?” Terzo asked, looking the younger in his eyes with a sincere look. Copia, still catching his breath slightly, nodded and gave a small smile to both Terzo and Omega.

“I promise. But the next time you two tag team, don’t scare the shit outta me, ok?”

[kiibo-is-flustered]

Playing With his Food

Summary: Sodos being a little shit. Terzo has to put him back in his place.

A/N: GAAAUUHH I haven’t written in so long forgive me 🙏 enjoy the food �� also I wrote most of this on no wifi and it kept DELETING so sorry if it’s rushed I was getting frustrated lmao

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“Come here, little ghoul.” Terzos voice was stern yet teasy as he summoned the small man over. Sodo emerged from the hallway into the doorway to Papas room. Terzo could hear his footsteps echoing through the hall and knew he was near. Sodo begrudgingly shuffled over towards him, moving silently with pointed gaze and upright posture. He was so obedient, yet such an asshole. The whole reason Terzo was calling him into his room was because he had misbehaved during their ritual earlier that evening.

Sodo stopped only about a foot away from the other man, holding his hands behind his back and looking intently up at him. Terzo towered over him, leaning forwards so that he loomed over the ghoul.

“Sodo…” He warned. Sodo visibly swallowed.

“Yes Papa?” He asked innocently. He knew what he’d done.

“I’m not very pleased with you right now, you know that, yes?”

After a moment of hesitation, Sodo timidly nodded. He was able to stare directly into Terzos face but that was only because he had the confidence of his mask to hide behind.

He had cut Terzo off while he was speaking by stepping in front of him and blaring his guitar in his face. During a ritual. Yeah, Papa was a little more than just pissed. None of the ghouls ever disrespected him like that. But especially because he’d done it at a ritual, Sodo was in for one nightmare of a punishment.

“I’m sorry, Papa.” Sodos voice was shakey and low; Terzo could practically smell his nerves. Yet he could hear a tiny hint of a grin in Sodos words. That bastard wasn’t sorry at all. He just wanted to save his own ass. Terzo tsk’d, shaking his head disapprovingly at his ghoul. “Sorry won’t cut it now, Angel. You should’ve thought about being ‘sorry’ before you so rudely interrupted me, hmm?”

“I-“ Sodo started to defend himself but Papa brought a finger up to his lips and silenced him, speaking over the ghoul instead.

“I think it’s only fair that I punish you, don’t you agree?” He was almost smug about it. He gave the little ghoul a faux sympathetic smile and the inner corners of his eyebrows were upturned. He lifted a hand to caress the other man’s face, but he moved away by stepping backwards before Terzo could make contact with him.

Sodos heart sank hearing those words come out of Papas mouth. He instinctively took a step back, creating more distance between the two of them which Papa did not like. Terzo grunted out a sound of disapproval seeing the ghoul move away from him. “I-I don’t know what you want from me-“ Sodo stuttered.

“Ah-“ Terzo cut him off. “You know exactly what I want from you.”

Sodo tensed up, luckily he had his mask to hide behind because he was blushing hard. He knew what Papa wanted from him, but he wasn’t about to give in that easily. He remained frozen, staring the other down. He felt intimidated but he wasn’t going to show that to Papa…or at least he’d try and hide it.

“Sodo…” Terzo warned.

Fuck.

Sodo sheepishly inched towards the other, his helmet facing forwards but his eyes were averting Terzos at all costs, as if he could even see his eyes through the goggles. Once he’d returned back to the man, he stopped at his feet, his arms still behind his back. He bashfully brought his gaze up to meet Terzos, giving him a sweet head tilt as if being cute was going to save him. Terzo smiled fondly down at him.

“How adorable.” He cooed. “Now get on the bed.” He demanded immediately after. Sodo felt his stomach sink and be filled with butterflies. Oh shit, there really was no getting out of this. He weighed his options; be obedient and not get punished too bad or run. Obviously one sounded more fun than the other, so he booked it away from Terzo, sprinting in any possible direction he could. He rounded the corner out of the bedroom to the hall of the church, running as fast as his body would go. He took a few more turns before ending up in the ghouls living quarters. Rain and Mountain perked their heads up as Sodo came bounding into their room. He slammed the door shut, though it didn’t lock so it was practically useless. He let himself lean against the door for a moment, panting as he caught his breath. The eeriest part of this was that he didn’t hear Terzo chase after him. He could be anywhere and Sodo had no clue where he’d emerge from.

The other two ghouls were playing go-fish on the couch but now their full attentions were turned to the fire ghoul.

“You okay, Sodo?” Mountain questioned, tilting his head.

“Papa is-“ He started, but was silenced by the door sharply jolting into him. Terzo pushed his full body weight against the door, throwing the small ghoul to the ground as it swung open. He stood in the doorframe, towering over the man on the floor. Sodo was more startled than anything. God, how did he always sneak up on him so silently?

“Papa!” Sodo cried, his voice laced with terror. Mountain and Rain shared a knowing look before attending back to their card game. Each of the ghouls had been in this situation before, so they knew what Sodo was about to go through. Though it was hard to sympathize with him because he did this to himself after all.

Terzo hungrily stalked closer to the ghoul, Sodo scrambling to get to his feet and keep fleeing. “Rain- help me!” Sodo demanded, but his pleas fell on deaf ears as the water ghoul blatantly ignored him. Both Rain and Mountains lips were upturned ever so slightly, those bastards. Not only were they not going to help him, but they were enjoying his fear induced suffering too.

Sodo was only able to make it a few more feet before tripping and collapsing to the ground again. He whined as realization set in on how royally fucked he was. He started instinctively spewing out pleas and begging for Terzo to show even just a little bit of mercy, but his words meant nothing to him. Papa creeped closer to him, eventually leaning down and giving him a cheeky smile.

“Hello there!” Terzo chirped. He bent down and picked the ghoul up off of the ground, slinging him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Sodo whined out a string of ‘no’s as he kicked his feet and pounded his fists on the others back but his efforts were futile. Papa continued on, leaving the ghouls living space and heading back to his own.

“You see, little one, this would’ve been much easier had you just gone to my bed in the first place. But alas, you were too caught up in your emotions to use your reasoning. It’s okay, my ghoul, I’ll take good care of you now.” He teased. Sodo knew he wasn’t going to get ‘taken care of’, he was about to get himself destroyed.

Terzo didn’t even bother to close the door to his bedroom as he walked through it. This is what that mischievous little ghoul got for trying to escape, now everyone in the church would get to hear his pathetic, desperate little cries echoing through the halls. He figured, if Sodo wanted to make this the other ghouls’ problem by running to them for protection, they’d get to hear his consequences too.

He flopped Sodo down onto his bed, immediately crawling on top of him so that he couldn’t escape. He straddled his hips, swiftly pinning both arms above his head as if he’d practiced that exact maneuver. He was probably just getting good at it since he had to discipline his ghouls all the time.

This is when reality really sank in for Sodo. He wasn’t getting out of this no matter how hard he tried. Papa was physically larger and stronger than him, it was no use trying to fight against him. Plus, Sodos strength was about to be severely weakened, he stood no chance even if he wanted to escape.

“Are you ready, my little ghoul?” Papa asked, sitting up and letting go of his arms. Sodo instinctively brought them down to protect himself but they both knew it would do him no good. Terzo wiggled his fingers as he slowly lowered them down towards Sodos torso. The ghoul shook his head and made a meekly ‘nuh-uh’ sound through his lips. Obviously, Terzo didn’t actually care if he was ready, he just wanted to give him the false illusion of choice.

Sodo was dreading the moment that his fingers would connect with his body. He hadn’t been a victim of Terzos attacks in weeks and it felt like he was experiencing it for the first time all over again; the adrenaline, the fear, the thrill, the dread, he missed it all. Not that he’d tell Papa that, of course. He’d probably die if Terzo ever found out he didn’t despise this. No, it wasn’t his favorite pastime with Papa, but it definitely wasn’t something he hated. He’d never admit to acting out on purpose just to get this kind of discipline.

Terzos hands finally reached his torso, pushing the hem of his shirt up to rest on his ribs and very gently spidering along his tummy.

Sodo bit his lip and tried to keep his composure but no more than five seconds in and he was already trembling and letting out small squeaks of laughter. He wriggled as much as he could but he was completely immobile. He tried to fight him off with his hands but he easily pushed past them.

Terzo wanted to work him up a bit but he was a little too impatient for that and plus, he was already getting a pretty good reaction out of the ghoul and he’d hardly even done anything yet.

His fingers creeped up into his armpits, fluttering there for a moment before crawling back down and latching onto his sides. He dug his fingertips into the soft skin, making Sodo wail and arch his back against the bed. His giggles spewed out as Papa kept massaging his fingers into his abdomen. He wasn’t quite getting the response he was looking for yet and switched his tactics. He quickly scribbled his nails across his entire stomach which made Sodo burst into hysterics. Terzo smiled, feeling proud of his accomplishment.

“You’re laughing so loud, little one! I wouldn’t blame you if somebody thinks you’re being killed.” Terzo taunted as he kept skittering his fingers around his torso. At this point he was just saying stuff to get under his skin, and it was working. He latched his hands on to his hips and started to squeeze, his thumbs drilling into his hipbones.

Sodo was pretty sure he was going to die.

His laughter picked up an octave and his struggling became much more frenzied and panic-stricken. He knew he was screwed. If this is how sensitive he felt after they’d started no more than twenty seconds ago, he was in for one hell of a time.

Terzo made his hands into claws and swirled them around his tummy. He could see Sodos smile through his balaclava. His lips were upturned and his mouth fell open as his laughter picked up. Papa dragged his nails into the center of his stomach and then back out again and repeated this motion over and over until Sodo was flailing and struggling against him.

Sodos balaclava had ridden down his face from his mouth being open as he laughed and from all of his squirming. It went unnoticed by the ghoul for a little bit, he could breathe better now so he was just gratefully gasping in air.

“My, my, what a cute smile you have, Sodo. Such a shame that I hardly get to see it.” Terzo beamed down at him. Sodos smile was a rare sight to see and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

As Sodo scrambled to pull his mask back up, Terzo yanked it down so that it rested on his neck, exposing his pointy teeth and adorable grin.

“Didn’t I just say it was a shame that I rarely saw this? Why are you trying to hide it from me, little one?” He leaned in close to Sodos helmet and furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head with a smirk. He knew he wasn’t going to get a very coherent response from the ghoul, if one at all, but he had fun provoking him like this.

Sodo heard the trigger word ‘hide’ and without thought, turned his head to the side so that his helmet was blocking Terzos view of his smile. Instead of trying to ridicule him, Papa took a different, more helpful, route.

“Here, let me get that for you.” Terzo gripped onto the helmet and balaclava and slid both off of Sodos head. “There we go! Now I can see your darling f-“ He cut himself off as he saw the ghoul immediately bring his hands up to cover his blushed face.

“Hey…” Terzo warned as he swatted Sodos hands away from his face. “None of that, mister. I want to see you.”

Sodo whined in defeat. He rested his arms above his head as he pouted. He knew it was no use in arguing, Papa always got what he wanted.

“Ah, perfect! Keep your arms there for me, okay?” Terzo immediately skittered his nails in the hollows of his underarms. Sodo shrieked and shot his arms down to his sides, trapping his attackers fingers in his armpits. He giggled out a whiney, “Nohohooo!” as he realized he wasn’t successful in dislodging his hands or even protecting himself. Instead, he just made his own tickly hell.

“Hey? What did I just ask you to do?” Terzo wiggled his stuck fingers, making sure to really drill them into the ghouls sensitive skin. Sodo kicked his feet, arched his back, and frantically shook his head while screaming out, “NO NO NO NO!”

“See, now this wouldn’t be happening if you hadn’t trapped me here. But alas…” He emphasized his point by rhythmically wriggling his fingers.

“I dohohon’t belieheve yohou!” Sodo cried out, to which Terzo faked a gasp, pretending to be offended like the diva he was.

“Sodo! I’m truly hurt. Why would you ever have a reason not to believe me?” He ridiculed, digging his fingertips into his skin and vibrating them. Sodo took a moment to scream and howl before responding.

“Behecahause yohou’re a bihihig liar!”

This was a mistake on Sodos part. A biiig mistake.

Terzos hands stilled as he stared at him in disbelief.

Sodo quickly realized what he’d done wrong and judging by Papas face, he was about to get it worse tenfold.

“Wait- wahait I-I didn’t mean that.” He tried to defend himself, already beginning to titter nervously.

“Too late. The damage has been done.”

He honed in on the hollows of his armpits, wiggling, digging, and massaging tickly circles into his sensitive skin.

The mixture of his own flustered panic and Terzos wicked attack overwhelmed the poor ghoul. He hollered in desperation, praying someone would hear him being tortured and come to his rescue. But the other ghouls knew better than to interfere with Papas punishment time. If anyone tried to stop him they’d be next. So, Sodo was left to giggle helplessly with no hope that a white knight would come and save him. But the ticklish sensations only got more intense the more they went on. The ghoul was stuck in a mental dilemma; keep his arms down in a futile attempt to protect himself or obey Terzos orders and run the risk of betrayal.

Either way, Terzo was going to wreck his shit.

Sodo very begrudgingly raised his arms up.

As promised, Terzo removed his digits from his armpits and instantly zeroed in on his tummy. Sodos laughter jumped and he threw his head back cackling. He would’ve retaliated with some witty insult but he was a little preoccupied with something else.

“Aww, good ghoul.” He cooed, “Wow, you’re really ticklish, aren’t you?” The teasing made Sodo feel all the more sensitive, as if his words were seeping into his brain and actively making him feel the sensations more vibrantly. Terzo prodded at his stomach, switching between squeezing his sides and spidering his fingers over his lower belly. The ghoul tried his best to buck his hips but they were held firmly in place between Papas thighs. His arms shook as he tried to keep them from crashing down. Who knew what Papa would do if he dared to bring them down again.

Terzo traveled his hands up Sodos body. He slowly traced circles on his ribs, making the poor ghoul squirm and whine. He stayed there for a moment, relishing in the sweet giggles his touch was producing.

“I’m hardly touching you! Are you telling me this-“ He emphasized ‘this’ with some light scribbles across his ribs, “is getting you?”

“Of cohourse it’s fuhuckihing getting me!” Sodo snapped, earning himself a well deserved pinch on both sides of his ribcage. He immediately shut up and continued laughing. Terzo smirked proudly at the ghoul, he was learning his place. That’s exactly what this punishment was supposed to teach him and so far it seemed to be working.

He moved his hands higher and fluttered his fingers over Sodos neck, basking in the high pitched giggles and squeaks that produced from it. The ghoul wasn’t used to being touched like this on his neck due to his helmet, well, he wasn’t really accustomed to this kind of touch anywhere on his body, but especially the areas that were usually protected with his thick clothes or hard helmet.

As Terzo continued his ticklish attack on his neck, he subtly pinned one of Sodos arms up and slipped one of his hands under his shirt, pushing it up even higher and gently raking his nails down his ribs on the newly exposed skin. He replaced where his hand had been on his neck with his lips, blowing raspberries on his skin in small bursts.

Sodo finally broke, spewing out ‘please!’s and ‘okay!’s. He desperately tried to yank his arm down but he was much too weak to fight against the other. His laughter peaked as Terzo ramped up the intensity of his tickling, now nuzzling his nose into the nook of his neck. “OKAY! OHOHOKAY! I learned my lehehesson! Plehease, Papa!” He whined as he begged for mercy. Papa sat upright and tutted while shaking his head. “I’m sorry, little one, but that isn’t how this works. I get to play with you until I think you’ve learnt your lesson, got it?”

Sodos heart literally sank in that moment. His eyes went wide and his jaw going slack. His petrified expression was quickly replaced with one of mirth as his underarm continued to be tormented.

To Terzo, it was like playing with his food. He cherished the way his ghouls got all worked up because of him.

Sodo began to shake his head ‘no’ but he didn’t want to dig himself into a deeper hole than he was already in. So, he just took it. He let himself be used by Terzo, even though his body and mind were both telling him to fight back and escape. He figured if he was good for Terzo he’d get off with a lighter sentence than if he argued. His laughter reached a new level of desperation, he squeaked and babbled nonsensical, unintelligible words. Terzo soaked in his laughter like the sadistic freak he was.

“My, my, such a sensitive little thing.” Papa tsked as he kept playing with his underarm, now vigorously scribbling his fingers.

“NOOHOHOHOOO!” Sodo squealed. He wasn’t trying so much to disagree with Terzos statement, he just couldn’t handle the teasing.

“Nooohoho?” Terzo mocked his laughter laced words. To which Sodo slapped his hands on his face again and whined out a “Stohop!”

“Ah.” Terzo warned with a squeeze to his hips, which made Sodo instantly remove his hands from covering his face and rest them back above his head. Papa smiled down at him.

“Good boy, Sodo.” He purred. Sodo whimpered. Oh my god. He wasn’t prepared for that. He felt his face reach a new degree of heat that spread all the way out to the tips of his ears. Now that Terzos hands were resting on Sodos hips, the took the opportunity to rub little circles with his thumbs on his hipbones. The ghouls struggling picked up a bit before his body went limp with exhaustion.

“What, can’t even fight back anymore? You poor thing, I almost feel bad for you.” He had a devious attitude at the end of his sentence.

His laughter was growing weak, getting more whiney and hiccuping every so often. He was so overstimulated by Terzos mockery and his sinful hands.

Terzo was definitely pushing Sodo past his limits, but this was a punishment after all. He wasn’t meant to enjoy it, though it seemed like he didn’t mind it all too much. He’d tease him about that later.

He reached behind him and squeezed above his knees, eliciting a sharp squawk and flinch from the ghoul. Terzos face lit up with excitement from his new discovery as opposed to Sodos face of terror. He kept on pinching and squeezing his legs, traveling his hands higher up his thighs. The further up he went, the more panicked Sodo got. Thankfully Terzo couldn’t get his upper thighs…or so the ghoul thought. He slid a few inches down his legs and started digging his fingers into the crease where his thighs met his hip. Sodos body jolted upwards, now not being held down by Papa, but his legs were still completely immobilized. He couldn’t even speak, words physically would not form in his throat. All he was doomed to do was laugh. It felt like he’d been getting ‘punished’ for an eternity and his mind was starting to go blank and fuzzy. It tickled so fucking bad. Terzo had lots of experience getting him and the other ghouls so he knew that what he was doing to Sodo was cruel. He knew exactly how dreadful it was for him. But to Sodos surprise and liberation, Terzos hands were starting to slow. He’d noticed the ghoul growing frail and his voice getting hoarse. Yeah, he was a dick, but he wasn’t cruel. He could only speak for himself though, his ghouls might think he’s evil.

“Okay, okay, I think you’ve learnt your lesson by now, yes?”

Sodo yelped out a ‘YES!’, feeling a wave of relief knowing that it was finally over. Terzos fingers subsided till they eventually stopped tickling and started caressing the ghouls body. He massaged his stomach and sides with a firm, yet gentle touch.

“You did so good for me, little ghoul.” He cooed.

Sodo was still letting out residual giggles, still riding the adrenaline high and feeling ghost tickles. Papa rubbing his body helped get rid of that lingering sensation.

“Fuhuck you, Papa.” He groused, earning a tweak on his sides. That shut him up real fast.

“Are you going to misbehave again, Sodo?”

The ghoul had to ponder it for a second, Terzo noticed a sly smirk forming on his face. He pinched him again, making him flinch and let out a couple more titters.

“Noho, Pahapa.” He replied. Terzo smiled proudly down at him, reaching up to pet his head. He tilted into the touch, craving affection that wasn’t torturous. His eyes fluttered closed and a smile was still plastered on his face.

“Good ghoul.”

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

HEY MEPH- STOP THIS SHIT.

[featherghoul]

You good?

Lee!Terzo x Ler!Omega

Warnings/Disclaimers: Comfort angst, strong language, parental issues, empty threats of murder, slight cardiophilia, and Google Translate Italian because I've been too lazy to keep up with Duolingo.

Word count: 1,563

//Author's notes

Holy shit, my first fic on this blog. No idea how well it's gonna do, but fuck it, let's gooooo! A quick thing I want to mention that I think is mandatory: any work of fiction I create centered in this fandom will never be about the people behind these masks, but about the characters they portray. With that being said, I hope this fic is enjoyed by at least one person. Another thing I wanna mention is that I do not proofread for whatever fucking reason—probably laziness— so there's probably mistakes here. Be patient with me. ;;

With a huff and a grumble, swearing and cursing in his native Italian under his breath, Terzo entered Omega's dorm unannounced and flopped belly first onto the ghoul's bed right next to him, who was practicing on his guitar, strumming whatever popped into his head. Omega's pointed ears perked up upon hearing Papa Emeritus the Third enter, though they quickly pinned back when he saw the mortal's disheveled state. "You good?" The ghoul asked as he paused and looked over his shoulder to face his human partner, who gave no response to him, lying limp on the bed, breathing deeply. "Terzo, is everything okay?" He asked again, a bit more insistently as he rubbed Terzo's shoulder.

"Just fucking peachy." Terzo grouched, his voice muffled due to his face being buried into the mattress.

"You don't seem fine." The demon replied as he stood for a moment to put away his guitar, putting it back on its stand so he could give his Papa his full attention. "What's got you heated?"

"Nothing! It's fine!" Terzo grumbled again, his tone more annoyed than the last response.

"Come on, talk to me, babe." He scooted close to the Anti-Pope, rubbing his back, "What's the matter?"

"...Fucking—" Terzo let out a long, loud groan as he flipped over onto his back, removing his mitre to comb a black leather gloved hand through his hair, "I'm so sick of the way I'm fucking treated by Nihil and Sister!"

Omega sighed as he pulled Terzo's head into his lap, running his black claws through his mate's dark hair that had subtle streaks of silver which showed his age, listening to Terzo get his ranting out, his pointed tail twitching as it hung over the edge of the bed.

"They both treat me like I'm some fucking incapable toddler!— Like I have no fucking clue on what I'm doing!" His mismatched eyes glared up at the ceiling as he spoke, his brows furrowed, "For once, I just want them to tell me where I am and where I should go instead of telling me what I'm doing is wrong! I want him for once to tell me I'm doing at least something right!" His eyes began to become a bit glossy. He sighed again, "Omega, you and the others know how hard I try to push this band and The Message forward in the right direction. You know how hard I try to stay on The Path, but it's so fucking difficult when the messages they want me to put out doesn't match what I feel needs to be said… It's so difficult when my best will never be good enough for The Ministry…" He started to choke up a bit.

Omega softly shushed him, caressing the smaller male's cheek with his knuckles. "They're fucking douches."

"Especially my fucking deadbeat of a father." Terzo let out a shaky sigh as he reached his hand up to clasp Omega's, kissing the ghoul's palm.

"He can fuck off. He and Sister both can fuck off. I think you're doing fucking incredible, and fuck them all if they can't see that. You've been doing your best, and it's gonna pay off. Like that Grammy, huh?" He smiled softly at Terzo, but frowned again when the only response given to him was a slight shrug.

"...I want to see them all fucking hang," Terzo growled after a moment, "I want to fucking strangle them…" He balled his hands into fists, though they soon released as Omega gently clasped them in his, kissing the mortal's knuckles. Terzo exhaled once more, "I'm fucking sick of this shit…" He closed his eyes, pulling away one of his hands to rub at his temple.

"Hey, I know exactly what will make you feel better." Omega grinned, his wolf-like fangs showing.

"What?" Terzo mumbled. When he got no reply, he looked up at his partner, noticing the look he was given. "...Oh, fuck you!" Terzo jolted up, glaring at Omega, "No! Fuck that!"

"Come on!" Omega snickered, "You can't deny that it helps!" His tail swayed behind him.

"What about my dignity!?"

"What dignity? You lost it when you started dating me!" The demon laughed softly as he scooted close to Terzo again.

"It's embarrassing!" Terzo argued still, backing away until he was almost falling off the bed.

"So? It's just us. No one else needs to know what we do here." Omega reasoned, his tail thumping a bit against the bed. Terzo was silent for a second or two as he glared at Omega before sighing, his face sweltering beneath his papal face paint. He crawled back over to the large demon, laying across his lap.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you when this is over..." Terzo grumbled.

"No, you won't." Omega snickered as he ruffled Terzo's hair, which made the small mortal huff and attempt to blindly fix his hair. "Ready?" He cracked his knuckles, the sound making Terzo tense. Before the Third Papa could say anything, Omega immediately began gently wiggling his claws into Terzo's sides, making the smaller man jolt and gasp, frantic giggles soon following. "Pfft— W–Wait!! I—Hahah— wasn't ready!!" Terzo brought his gloved hand to his mouth, trying to muffle his laughter and mask his smile.

"Well, if I didn't start now, you would never be ready!" Omega reasoned, pausing to attempt to grab Terzo's wrists. "And don't do that! I wanna see that pretty smile!" He huffed as Terzo tried to fight back, the Anti-Pope slapping at the ghoul's hands.

"F–Fuck you!!" Terzo snickered, letting out a panicked gasp as his wrists were caught and pinned down above him, unable to pull them away. He sank as he gazed fearfully at his partner with smiling eyes, giggling nervously. "...A–Abbi pietà!" His voice cracked, making Omega chuckle.

"Hmmm… No, I don't think I will." The ghoul grinned deviously as he walked the claws of his free hand up and down Terzo's ribs and side. At first, Terzo tried his hardest to hold in his reactions, his face scrunching as he did the best he could to keep himself from cracking, but that did no good as he broke less than four seconds later, Omega grinning triumphantly as Terzo crumbled. 

"There's that pretty sound." The ghoul murmured as the room quickly filled with Terzo's laughter, though it was clear he was still trying to hold back.

"Asshole!!" Terzo barked out through his laughter while he tried to hide his face in the pit of his elbow, not wanting to give his ghoul the satisfaction of seeing him break.

"Oh, don't be like that! You enjoy this!" Omega began to scratch lightly at the mortal's stomach, slipping his large hand beneath Terzo's papal robes to get as close as he could to bare skin. "F–Fuck off!!" Terzo swore again at Omega as his laughter increased in volume, now kicking his legs out as an attempt at coping with how badly it tickled. "No! You need this!" Omega scratched above Terzo's belly button to tease the poor mortal, which had the desired effect of making Terzo more frantic and try to suck in his stomach. "You're obviously stressed the fuck out and that needs to be fixed."

Terzo shook his head as he laughed, snickering as he kept trying to hold back. "It's— Snrk!— It's torture!"

"No, it's not. You're being dramatic. Think of this as a sort of intense massage!" The demon suggested as he scratched just right above one of Terzo's hips, making the human shriek. "N–NO!! NO, NO PLEASE!! NOT THERE!! OMEGA!!!" Terzo began to buck, much to the ghoul's amusement.

"Yes there!" Omega teased in a singsong-y tone, "This is the grand finale! It'll be over soon, babe." Omega's touch grew lighter and slower as he remained at that spot above the mortal's hip. This only made Terzo more hysterical, black tears now running down his cheeks from how hard he had been laughing.

"O–OMEGA, PLEASE!" Terzo squeaked, "I'M DYING!!"

"You seem very alive to me." Omega chuckled as he shook his head at his mate's dramatics, his claw slowly picking up speed and pressure before both of his hands at once attacked Terzo's hip bones, the smaller of the two now screaming with high-pitched and flamboyant laughter, thrashing about in Omega's lap and nearly falling if it wasn't for his boyfriend catching him. Terzo could no longer speak at Omega now, only being able to mouth pleas and curses at the other. Though, after what felt like an eternity, but was really about fifteen seconds, Omega let up, ceasing his attacks to allow the other to breathe and calm back down as he held him, bringing Terzo's head to his chest as he rubbed and patted his back. He chuckled alongside Terzo's leftover giggling, squeezing the other tightly and protectively.

"You good?" Omega smiled softly at Terzo, who nodded and tilted his head up to face him, his makeup smudged and his face stretched with a wide smile. "...Y–Yeah… Huff… I'm fine… Puff…" Terzo responded as he still gasped for breath. Omega gently massaged Terzo's scalp as the small mortal pressed his ear to Omega's chest, listening to the ghoul's heartbeat to help him calm down.

"... I'll get your ass later for this…" Terzo groaned, still embarrassed, which earned him a chuckle from the large demon.

"I'd like to see you try."

[notasdecidade]

O exterior en casa

Ter un balcón en casa é un luxo espacial e unha pequena complicación construtiva para que a xanela común transfórmese en porta. Grazas aos adiantos no eido dos illamentos e peches de garantía non pode desbotarse. Enorme idea a de prolongar un anaco do chan da vivenda cara a rúa.

A relación entre o ancho e a profundidade determina as actividades a desenvolver. A súa proporción ancho/fondo adoita ser un a dous. Un fondo de dous palmos ou corenta centímetros permite saír ou sentar, un metro unha pequena mesa e plantar, máis de metro e medio unha estancia onde poder estar e convidar. A nosa mellor tradición esaxeraba esa condición e ao ancho dispoñía de xenerosos balcóns perimetrais ou andadeiros como nos sanatorios onde hoxe descártanse, por que?; e en canto a profundidade, auténticas solainas-estancia de máis de tres metros que noutros países para animar a súa aparición non computan como edificabilidade. 

Os balcóns son ademais un regulador da luz e o aire onde instalar contras ou toldos para “sacar a calor fóra e non dentro”. O límite ou varanda tamén importa, un peche sólido é indesexable a moitos niveis e os de vidros actuais non teñen conseguido mellorar a máscara-peneira cambiante e cinética dos balaustres.

Que non podemos facer nun balcón? Nel podemos coñecer a temperatura, ler, comer ou fumar; tomar o sol, coidar de animais e plantas ou falar co veciño desde a casa; ventilar, limpar comodamente as xanelas e sombrear a casa. Son só algunhas das actividades coñecidas.

A reforma de cada rúa, xa se converta en peonil ou reduza o ruído e os fumes, debería ir acompañada da posibilidade da reacción das fachadas que a completen, os concellos deben permitir abrir máis os ocos para prolongar os solos. Toda a rúa debe ser outra e a arquitectura debe responder a los cambios que ten diante. Se ao solo exterior que sae podemos sumar algo da nosa vivenda que se retira da aliñación, a casa e a fachada serán outras. E desde un punto de vista urbano a millora é evidente pois a vista do predio de fronte e de esguello son dinámicas e cambiantes, a diferenza de tantas fachadas planas actuais.

As nosas “Normas do hábitat” de 2007, non menciona nada ó respecto; pero non será hora de introducir o dereito a un espazo exterior na vivenda? que o imposibilita? En antigos plans urbanos contemplábase a obrigatoriedade do balcón nun terzo de fachada. En que lugares hai máis densidade de balcóns ou galerías?, cantos se perderon?, por que non hai un censo?

A xanela habitual sepáranos do exterior aínda véndoo; o balcón xúntanos, fúndenos con el. Grazas ao balcón exteriorizamos, podemos saír de casa sen saír e desde onde, a diferenza do que ocorre dende o interior, todo o que vemos venos. A xanela illa, o balcón comunica e todo o que fagamos produce un efecto de contaxio coñecido en todo edificio. É ademais o soporte das nosas manifestacións políticas ou actos específicos desde onde pertencer á vida pública desde casa. Onde acaba a nosa marxe de modificar a casa se non é na nosa fachada?

É necesario tomarse en serio o balcón útil e non pintoresco; as novas normas, plans e proxectos deben incluír estes saíntes onde asomarse aí fóra e “ser cidade” desde casa. 

Máis, que envexan os balcóns ás galerías? 

Imaxe // fonte:

1. Arquitectura senlleira de galerías e cóncavos balcón // L.A.

2. Humildes vivendas obreiras con fondos exteriores // Google maps

3. Apoteose urbana ó paso do finado Curros Enríquez //  biblioteca.galiciana.gal

43 Sermos, nº 561, páx. 27 (08/07/2023)

[praza-arte]

Na morte de Tim Behrens

Foto Víctor Echave

Cando estudaba Maquinas Navais en A Coruña adoitaba pasar algunhas tardes pola Biblioteca do Forum Metropolitano, cando cadraba ter que devolver algún libro. Era unha biblioteca con demasiado boureo para o estudo: moitos vellos comentando esquelas, moita xente nova emprestando libros de Irvine Welsh e cds de Lenny Kravitz e unha mestura entrañable de nenos, opositores e ionquis agardando fronte ós dous ordenadores para se conectar 15 minutos máximo a Yahoo. As derradeiras pinceladas do século XX de calquera barrio galego.

Algunha daquelas tardes cruzaba no Forum cun vello que non era coma os demais vellos. Solitario, alto, con ollos claros, cabelo cano e algunha mecha rubia dispersa. Un guiri. Ás veces vestía americanas de cores, con aspecto desaliñado e pinta de bebedor ben. E no ollo dereito, un parche pirata. Un cadro.

Co tempo as circustancias leváronme a escribir as biografías dos autores das obras da colección de arte Fundación María José Jove, onde había un par de cadros dun tal Tim Behrens. Aqueles lenzos non casaban coas aspiracións que xa daquela manexaban na Fundación, probablemente foran adquisicións persoais do magnate nun primeiro momento de coqueteo coa arte, mais o certo era que cada noite Estudio de pintor e Recuerdo de Portugal durmían baixo o mesmo teito que Kandinskis, Picassos e Bourgeois nunha nave do Polígono de Agrela.

Alí coñecín a Tim Behrens unha mañá. Era un home de trato amable, acento Michael Robinson i expresión acorde á súa imaxe atribulada, a dun artista londinense bohemio de boa famlia que pasou os últimos 30 anos da súa vida en Galicia, ó seu, logo duns cantos anos de tumbos polo mundo. Un Man de Camelle urbano, se cadra.

Estudou na Slade School de Londres, que non é pouco. Alí coñeceu a Lucian Freud, para quen posou e den quen foi  bo amigo. Tamén de Bacon e Aurbach. Aínda que facendo paisanaxe, Behrens estivo no mundiño artístico da súa época, que é case coma dicir o mundiño artístico do século XX.

A finais dos 60 marchou a Italia e comezou a escribir poesía, chegou a publicar poemarios en Galicia, admiraba a Rosalía. Seguiu pintando até o final con certo recoñecemento i expoñendo aquí e alá. Chegou a Galicia por recomendación do maiordomo que traballaba para os seus país, que era de Ourense. Vivía en Culleredo coa sua muller, tamen artista i ex moza do baixista de The Clash. Pintaba paisaxes e cans, os seus. Paraba bastante polo Calypso.

Sobre a súa pintura daquela escribín que “a pintura figurativa británica do último terzo do século XX se por algo caracterízase e pola pluralidade estilística, mais quedan rasgos que a fan diferente a outras aproximacións figurativas. Behernes é partícipe desas sinais comúns con plantexamentos plásticos que exclúen o narrativo e o explicativo, con tendencia ó expresionismo e unha certa aposta por valores tradicionais da pintura en canto ó uso preferente do óleo en pinturas de cabalete, o que, malia que poida sorprender, leva aparelladas unhas cualidades expresivas de maior énfase e liberdade, coma a linguaxe plástica de Behrens.”

Non sei se o chegaría a ler, espero que non porquemadremía. Descanse en paz Tim Behrens.

Recuerdo de Portugal. Tim Beherens. 1995.

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

I'm completely normal about this. Yup. Completely normal.

GOD

Fuck

[chloenotfound404]

Omg, I adored the lee headcanons, thank you sm! Your take on Copia is so adorable! I know you're saving some stuff for fics... But got any ler headcanons for all four papas? I'm totally not gonna get splash damage from Terzo- HAHA WHAT?

~Spooky 🎃

So these aren’t the best but I have an attempt ����. I will probably rewrite these again at some point IM SO RUSTY I HAVEN’T WRITTEN LER HCS IN AGESSS 😩

Ler headcannons for the four papas

Primo-

Absolutely pure sadist no doubt.

This man would weaponise your weakness as soon as he noticed it. Anytime he noticed you being uptight or tense, expect tickles.

This bitch the TEASES, he would instantly tease over how ticklish you were or how cute you looked.

He would be merciless and ruthless. He would tickle you silly.

Defiantly the type to use tickles as ‘punishment’ is you misbehaved.

1000% would giggle with you in his gruff laugher.

Classic ler. No tools, no restraints- just him.

Secendo-

Much like primo a fucking sadist.

Surprisingly a soft ler, very easy going and teasey.

Never wants to make you uncomfortable or push you too far.

He always has check ins after a few minutes and makes sure you feel safe.

Loves teasing you in the most effective ways, hovering, verbal teases, physical teases- you name it.

Even though he was soft, he was still ruthless.

Restraints and tools were used regularly if you wanted them. And you bet he would torture you for hours.

(Don’t have many for primo or Secendo sadly, never really thought about it BUT I probably will rewrite later with more!!)

Terzo-

This little shit. Oh this little shit.

For being a switch he’s SO CONFIDENT.

He would tickle you every chance he got. Doing ministry duties- he would poke you. Doing chores- he would squeeze you. Just chilling- he would tickle you.

Didn’t matter where or when, when he saw an opportunity he would take it.

The teasiest little shit know to man.

He would always ALWAYS tease you over tickles. Verbally, physically- just always teases.

Again, would just launch random tickle attacks on you and wouldn’t let up. He would pin you and tickle you for HOURS if he could.

Playful the whole time. He just loves hearing your laugh and seeing you weak under him.

Would use tickling to flirt with you or to make you unwind after a long day.

Tools, restraints, fingers- everything would be used if you wanted them.

As rough and playful as he can be, he loves giving you soft and light tickles after a long day. Just letting you giggle into his chest to forget about the stress of the day.

Copia-

My bbg my boo.

Not usually a ler but on the off chance he is:

So soft, so gentle- yet also a little shit.

Would give you teasy tickles the whole day even when you’re both busy.

He would literally light up at the sound of your laugher and giggles.

He is the most gentle baby boy ever.

Laying in bed he would absentmindedly trace your stomach or sides. Purposefully playing footsie with you like a child. Gentle tickles to ease you when you were stressed or upset.

Would always ask it it was ok and wouldn’t ever fully tickle you without you confirming you wanted it.

LOVES tickling you when he’s playing video games or doing work. Your laugher lighting up his day.

Would nibble you 1000% loving the giggles when he does.

In a way, almost like a soft dad with his teasing and tickling.

[sugarskullcupcakes]

🎤Ler! Cardinal Copia (Papa Emeritus IV) 🎤

(all sfw! Please do not tag with nsfw stuff!)

🎤 originally he wasn't really big on tickling, It wasn't something he thought of often. Until he found out you're hella ticklish 😈

🎤 *pokes your side playfully* "aww haha, are you a bit ticklish~?"

🎤 it got worse when he realized you like it >:)

🎤"oh I'm sorry, does that tickle? Hmm? Does it?" *All while increasing the tickles*

🎤he likes to make fun of all your little squeaks, giggles, and snorts. He thinks it's the funniest shit

🎤no matter where you happen to be laying or sitting, you can bet if he walks by 9 times out of 10 he'll tickle you a bit, whether it be a poke to the ribs, a scribble on your foot, wiggling his fingers on your tummy, he WILL 😈

🎤 similar to Terzo, he likes to tease as well. maybe not as often but he definitely will, especially if he knows you like it. Definitely very playful with the teasing

🎤 "tickle tickle! Hehe... gitchy gitchy goo!" *Tickling your tummy or neck*

🎤oh my god the way this man would count your ribs in the most unbearable way, so sooo slowly, wiggling his finger on each one. "One... Two... Threeee... Hold still now, you're too wiggly!"

🎤he cares very deeply about your well-being, so he'll try not to go overboard. He's great with aftercare and will pat your back and/or get you water after any large amount of tickles🖤

Thank you for reading! (Forgot the person's username and idk how to tag people but thank you so much Erin for requesting this, sorry it took me forever to finally do it 😅)

(omg Terzo is my favorite but I was genuinely tweakin when I found this gif)

[chloenotfound404]

Do you have any lee headcanons for all four papas?

~Spooky 🎃

AHH OK OK BRAINROT! I’ve been thinking of this for so long!

Also, first submission HC! Sorry it took a bit longer than expected! I know it’s not the best and there’s so much more I wanna write but I wanna save that for fics, hope this is at least decent! ❤️

(Also more commissions and promos are welcomed! Any fics, ficlets, HCs I’ll do for ghost!)

Primo-

Extremely ticklish but would never admit it. Ever. Not even on his death bed.

He would try and act all stoic and tough but he would just crumble if someone poked his sides slightly or if a ghouls tail grazes his stomach.

Rough tickles get him the most and drive him up the wall. Extra points for raspberries and nibbling.

Practically ticklish everywhere but his hips, ribs and knees break him in an instant.

1000% a squeaker and giggler. His laugher would be so high pitched and out of character for him.

He would try and ride it out, not wanting to be ‘weak’ in his eyes by pleading or begging for mercy.

Always would find degrading teases the most flustering from his high position he held, he always got embarrassed by how you would tease him over it.

Oh, also, always expect retaliation instantly. This bitch doesn’t hold back.

Secendo-

Not as ticklish as the rest of his brothers, but there are some spots that get him giggling.

Not lee as often as ler, not liking the feeling of weakness all too much.

Much like primo, rough tickles are where it’s at. They get him cackling instantly. Fingers, tools- anything would work if it’s in the right spot.

His stomach and thighs being the biggest soft spots for him. His sides and armpits would pull out giggles too.

A giggler and cackler for sure, his laugher would never be high pitched but instead low and gruff.

Teases would only make his laugher grow and his cheeks flush redder, he would be a squirmed for sure.

Terzo-

This ass is a lee and he’s not even shy about it.

He would always provoke you to tickle him since it flustered the hell out of him to ask. And on the off Chance he did ask, he would always stutter and hesitate, fumbling with his hands as he would try to muster the courage.

He would always initiate tickle fights, loving the playful nature of them. He would never win though, his height putting him at a disadvantage too.

Ticklish everywhere. Like absolutely EVERYWHERE. Pokes to his stomach, legs, sides, ribs, armpits- he would just crumble into giggles on the spot.

Defiantly a snorter. His laugher would just be so bubbly and lively that it was almost impossible to stop tickling him.

Light tickles work wonders in him, they drive him up the wall.

I’d imagine he has a secret stash of tickle tools ready for when he wanted to be wrecked by you.

Copia-

Oh this man, he’s too cute.

A lee to the max level, and unlike Terzo, he’s extremely shy about it.

So so so easy to fluster, this man is adorable. Just wriggling your fingers above his tummy would have him giggling helplessly.

Loves all the teases and blushes instantly upon hearing them. Babyish teases get to him the most.

Ticklish everywhere, not just like giggly ticklish but hysterical and cute ticklish. Pokes, squeezes, scritches, nibbles- anything drives him insane after a short while.

His feet, neck, hips, tummy (because cute pudge) and thighs get this man snorting up a storm. He would hide into you to muffle them as much as possible.

He doesn’t care what types of tickles he gets, as long as he’s getting tickled, he doesn’t care.

This man cackles, snorts, hiccups- all the cutest forms of laughter. He would always try to cover his mouth as he laughs. (Also squeaky and childish laugher- change my mind I dare)

Too shy to ask, such a lee at heart. Defiantly just sidles up to you and looks at you and your hands in silence.

BONUS- his rats would always find their way up his shirt when he would be playing games or lounging, eliciting sudden squeals and hiccups as they rummage around and nibble.

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

Fun fact: My bestie created the Terzo one and that one's a bastard lol. Better buckle up, cause BOI HOWDY, IT'S GONNA GET WORSE.

The bots want me dead I swear THESE FUCKING TWO ARE THE ONLY TWO THAT DO IT UNPROMPTED

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

Mary Goore lee and ler headcanons

A/N: Gueeeeeess who woke up with ye olde brain rot! Going with the commonly accepted headcanon that Mary's a vampire because this bitch loves her some vampires! I've also seen some integrate Mary into Ghost lore, so that gives me fic inspiration for future fuckery. Some of these come from an RP my bestie and I are currently in. MINORS DNI

Terms for those not in the knismo community:

Lee= Ticklee: The one who is being tickled.

Ler=Tickler: The one who is doing the tickling AKA a fucking menace to society.

Lee:

-An absolute brat. Swears at whoever is tickling them, flips them off, aggressive little shit. Not above making nips towards fingers.

-Tries to hold back their laughter. Insecure about it but doesn't hate it. Just finds it annoying. The longest they can go is ten seconds without laughing.

-7/10 in terms of how ticklish they are.

-Their kill spots are their hips and sides. Directly above their hips will make them giggle and make them nervous.

-Other tickle spots include: Belly, calves, neck, underarms, and scalp.

-Hisses and snorts if they laugh hard enough.

-Begs for mercy when their hips are squeezed and scratched. Hates when a ler reaches into their pants pockets and tickles their hips that way. It drives them up a wall.

-Similarly to Terzo, they have this extremely vibrant, bubbly laugh, which betrays their stage persona. They get so flustered when whoever is tickling them, compliments their laugh. This usually leads to threats of violence to cover up their embarrassment lol.

-Highly susceptible to verbal teasing. If they had a recent blood feeding, they'll blush, only flustering them further.

-Can't stand anticipation. Like when a ler hovers a hand over a tickle spot. They'll crumble into snickers everytime.

-Doesn't mind tickling, as long as one adheres to their limits. It reminds them of when they were human.

-Goes into a giggly, pleading-for-mercy panic, when pinned. This usually only makes whoever is about to tickle them, want to destroy them even more.

-Laughter turns squeaky when their belly becomes a target.

Ler:

-Uses their guitar skills to their advantage. The fact that they play an instrument only makes them a better worse tickler.

-Treats a lee like a fuckin' guitar.

"Huh. Guitar seems out of tune. Let's see if I can fix it..."

-For someone that dies at being verbally teased, they're surprisingly good at it. They like to act all casual, even though there's a squealing and laughing person beneath them.

"What the fuck is so funny? What are you laughing at, mind letting me in on the joke?"

-And holy fuck, Christ on a stick, they will put on the evil, hungry vampire act and start nibbling on a lee's neck. Not enough to hurt or make them want to drink blood, but it's gonna fucking tickle.

-They'll use their fangs as a tickle weapon in general, depending on the spot.

-Think you can squirm or wiggle away? Nope, they have supernatural strength. And they will taunt you lol.

"Awww, trying to get away? That's cute. I'm a vampire, babe. You aren't going anywhere."

-Bit of a theatrical asshole. Evil laughter will ensue.

-They love a chase before they lay waste to a lee. They're nice enough to give someone a headstart.... But they'll catch whoever it is, soon enough.

-Smirks. Especially if it flusters a lee.

-Bit of a rougher ler but pays attention to how a lee reacts to different types of touch. Will be light and gentle, if that's what the lee likes and prefers.

-Makes sure aftercare is a must, especially if a lee nearly died of giggles and embarrassment.

[sugarskullcupcakes]

🖤Papa Emeritus III (Terzo) ler headcannons 🖤

(yes I decided to write them. Reminder this is all sfw!! If you don't like then just ignore :))

🖤 Keeps his white gloves on to make the feeling extra tickly as he ever so gently wiggles his fingers on your most sensitive spots

🖤 Loves doing soft whispery teases (ex: coochiecoochiecoochiecooo), sometimes right next to your ear just to make you blush and feel the tickly tingles

🖤 If it's what makes you extra squirmy and flustered he's amazing at just keeping a straight face, although he can be pretty damn goofy

🖤 Chuckles when you let out a snort or squeal

🖤 "Awww, what an adorable laugh~"

🖤 Wiggles his fingers when approaching a particularly sensitive spot, also does it just to tease you >:)

🖤 "What's with the giggles? I haven't even touched you yet! Oh, this~?" *Wiggles fingers* >:)

🖤 False starts of his hands to raise anticipation, he loves seeing you get all blushy, and thinks it's adorable when you screech out of instinct as his hands dart towards your tummy but stop just above it

🖤 Very gentle tickler, but if you really want him to be a bit rough he will. Even when digging into your armpits and ribs he makes sure he's careful to not hurt you

🖤 Likes starting off teasing you by wiggling a single finger on your tummy/around your bellybutton

🖤 Pinches/ squeezes your hips >:)

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

Emeritus brothers tickle headcanons

A/N: My brain is just one giant trash can and I'm gonna share it.

Going in order!

Primo:

-You're shit out of luck if you think he's ticklish.

-Maybe... It depends on where you're going for. He's not ticklish in your average, everyday places.

-One really shouldn't attempt to tickle Primo at all buuuuuut... It's funny.

-If you wanna make him laugh or get him to crack a smile, go for his top most ribs, palms, ears, and sides.

-He's not that ticklish but those spots work without fail.

-If one can really get him laughing, they find out, he's got a really nice laugh, in fact. Not at all what one would expect from the first Papa Emeritus.

-It's loud- a trait all of the brothers have- but also warm sounding and deep. The man has a belly laugh for sure.

-Doesn't like being tickled but tolerates it, seeing as he is the eldest brother.

-Definitely does not start tickle fights or get involved... But the rare times he does decide he's gonna end one? His brothers or whatever unfortunate ghoul or soul, better start praying.

-Not above poking Copia, if he sees his little bro acting too uptight.

-Has been known to poke Terzo, if he's drinking something because he's an asshole.

-When the brothers were younger and they weren't up by a certain time, all Primo had to say was "I'm counting to three" and the others were up in a heartbeat, seeing as they knew what happened when he reached three.

Secondo:

-Yeeeeeah, he may be a bitter fucker... But he's definitely ticklish and embarrassed as hell about it.

-Switch with lee tendencies with the right person.

-Tickle spots are his ribs, stomach, neck, hips, behind the knees. Knees are his death spot.

-A fighter. He'll kick when you squeeze a knee.

-He'll laugh before one even touches him, especially if one were to hover their hands over his stomach or knees.

-Swears a l o t, when getting tickled. Threatens his ler too but it's empty threats... Unless it's Terzo. Terzo needs to run after wrecking Secondo lol.

-Cackles a lot. He's loud like Primo but Secondo laughing is so rare that one knows it's him, because his laugh is so distinct.

-snorts for days, man.

-Tries to act all scary and intimidating but it's too late after one poke. He folds easier than laundry after a poke to his ribs.

-Goes ballistic with scratches behind the knee.

-Throws stuff at whoever's tickling him.

-Will not plead for mercy. He's too proud for that

-Teasing will get to him. Mainly having his helplessness pointed out to him.

-Fights harder when he's pinned.

-Grabs at the wrists of the one tickling him.

-tries to withhold laughter.

-In contrast to his demeanor, his laugh is very jolly.

-He surprisingly giggles when his hips are squeezed.

Terzo:

-Jesus, where do I begin with this one?

-Definitely one of the more ticklish brothers out of the four of them.

-tickle spots are his ribs, stomach, hips, thighs, calves, and underarms. Calves, hips and thighs are his death spots.

-Dramatic as fuck when getting tickled. Screams about how he's dying and how the one tickling him is killing him.

-His ghouls tickle him allllll the time. Cirrus, Swiss, and Omega are the worst.

-Cirrus can't help but poke and tickle him. She says he's too small and cute for his own good.

-Speaking of which, his height makes him the perfect tickle target.

-Omega or Mountain will literally hold him upside down and go to town on his ribs.

-His laugh is loud and flamboyant. Very vibrant and bubbly.

-Gives the cutest, high pitched giggles, when his stomach is targeted.

-Swears in Italian. Also slips into Italian if he's laughing hard enough.

-Won't admit it but thinks the laughter brought on by tickling makes for good stress relief for him.

-Can be very provocative when he wants Omega to tickle him. He might stretch and reveal a little bit of his stomach.

-hiccup laughs if he's tickled enough.

-kicks and flails quite a bit.

-Hides his face because he's super embarrassed about his laugh.

-Calf squeezes drive him up a wall.

-Any type of teasing compliments fluster him.

-His laughter gets hella squeaky, when his thighs get tickled.

-Won't exactly say no, if the right ghoul or person asks if he wants more tickles.

Copia:

-Easily, hands down, the most ticklish out of the Emeritus bloodline.

-He's ticklish everywhere just about but the stomach and underarms are his kill spots. Thighs will make him squeal.

-Shy about asking for tickles from the right ghoul.

-He does enjoy it, however. He won't admit this easily though.

-He's a tickle target for the ghouls too. Especially Swiss and Cumulus.

-Mountain walks past him, high fives him with one hand, while the other hand boops his stomach.

-Has a loud laugh like his brothers but is more prone to giggle fits and guffaws. He squeaks a lot.

-Cannot handle raspberries, he will become a giggly, melted puddle in seconds.

-Can't ask for tickles but can imply he wants to be wrecked.

-His rats crawl down his cassock or robes constantly. He always needs help getting one out, before he dies from giggling.

-If Cirrus hears him giggle, she's like a shark. She'll poke him just so she can see him smile.

-Gets so flustered and giggly when teased. Hides his face a lot.

-How Swiss nearly got launched into orbit: He monched Copia's tummy.

-His rats will playfully nibble at his ears and that makes him snort.

-Despite being small, Terzo takes his role of older brother seriously and that means wrecking Copia's shit.

-Can't stand being called cute or anything like that.

-When he becomes Papa, gets stressed easier and often needs to tickles to raise his spirits.

A/N: And there's the trash!

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~ My Master List & Fandoms ~

Fandoms I write for:

Ghost - all ghouls and Papas

COD - Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro

BG3 - ALL origin characters + Raphael, Halsin, Minthara

More to come!!

Here is the Masterlist of all my writing! There are prompt lists, Headcannons, Fics and drabbles all sectioned <3 (Reminder there will be SFW and NSFW writing which will be tagged as such)

Fics~

Ghost:

Sweet as Candy - Dew x Reader (NSFW)

Stage Shenanigans - Lee!Swiss Ler!Phantom

Stage shenanigans pt 2 - Lee!Phantom Ler!Swiss

Cherry Cookies - Rain X Reader

Playing dangerous - Dew x Rain smut (NSFW)

Baby Doll - Copia X Reader (NSFW) (WIP)

Loud thoughts, small mind -Terzo x Non-verbal reader (WIP)

Saltburn:

Summer Class - Felix x Reader (NSFW) (WIP)

Fic Series~

Dad!Copia-

These moments- part 1; Copia X Fiancée!Reader

These moments- part 2; Copia X Fiancée!Reader

These moments- part 3; Copia X Fiancée!Reader (WIP)

Headcannons~

How the Papas help you relax

Copia Cuddles

Ler!Ghouls

Lee!Papas

Ler!Papas

Lee!Nihil

Lee!Ghouls (Males!)

Lee!Ghouls (Females!) (WIP)

Drabbles~

Tag Team Attack - Copia, Terzo and Omega (tickle Drabble)

Fuck about and find out - Terzo and Secondo (Tickle Drabble)

Prompts~

Ghost prompts (WIP)