#may ham

[applescabs]

Official Persona Protagonist Names;

Tepelini Tostini & Caesar Salade

Berend Bot & May Ham

[egophiliac]

What do you think of Rook's savanaclaw card? <333

I didn't get him (and I need to save my keys for Silver's birthday, sob) so I looked up his groovy, and I'm not over how incredibly dramatic and epic and cool it looks in direct contrast to the absolutely ridiculous context. just look at that dynamic action and his majestic sparkling tears and keep in mind that this is pretty much right after a bunch of characters have been dance battling for his soul.

and then even the actual moment of the groovy is just like

this is NOT a negative in the slightest, I love it all, this truly was an incredible update in so many ways

[alleesaur]

back into the vicious cycle

[art-is-kayos]

Wailing Coffin Hong Lu and Gregor

[midbyte]

flat colors for a massive redesign of one of my oldest characters

[nottheeconomy]

Let him cook!!!

[jennicatzies]

Smth simple for tonight. You go boy

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[dinxieyinxie]

apparently there's a difference between sirens, selkies, and merrows in the HP lore and my ass did NOT research before drawing any of these so now i guess yonal is a half-selkie, half-siren in this AU 😭😭😭

my headcanon is that selkies in this world can still shapeshift like in the original mythology and sirens, well, they got those banger vocal chords. Yonal can turn into a human but at the cost of hurting himself whenever he tries to speak so he just doesn't </3 however he sings like an angel in his mer form

anyway im drawing snape after this ehe ive found a fish for him 🐟🐠

[walterwhited]

TOP GEAR | PATAGONIA SPECIAL

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 26: "You Smell Nice"

After a long day, Aurora comes home to find Swiss in her bed looking for cuddles.

Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together and to @ghuleh-recs for making the dividers <3

Aurora steps into her room, baring all of her fangs as she yawns. It's been a long day, and she can't wait to sink into her nest and curl up into a deep sleep.

The lights are off, but Aurora doesn't need them to sense that she's not alone right now. The hair on the back of her neck stands up straight, and a growl builds behind her teeth, tail lashing violently behind her. But as soon as the threat slips past her lips, it dies on the air.

Within the piles of pillows and plushies on her bed, gifts from her packmates and soft things that caught her eye, two golden glowing eyes blink sluggishly open.

"Swiss?" Aurora says, flicking on the lamp on her nightstand. The room is awash in soft yellow light. There's a loud, indignant grumbling, and sure enough, there's her fellow multi-ghoul, half buried in her bed, curled up on his side. He covers his eyes with a thick forearm.

"Hey, princess," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep. "I ever tell you you've got nice digs?"

Aurora chuckles, leaning in closer to trail a purple-painted claw up his forearm, watching goosebumps rise in its wake. "You come in for cuddles?"

Swiss pulls his arm from his face, smiling coyly up at her. "I mean, if you're offering, I won't say no, Rory."

She rolls her eyes playfully, arms crossed over her chest. The hand that had teased over his arm moves up until she cups his cheek, feeling the sharpness of the stubble there. "I was planning on taking a shower, but then I'll come give you some cuddles, you needy, needy ghoul."

Swiss must be exhausted, because he only blinks up at her, enraptured by the little ghoulette towering over him.

"I mean," Aurora continues, "You're more than welcome to join me, but I don't think you're gettin' up any time soon, huh?"

He groans, shifting slowly, the spade of his tail padding against the mattress. "Yeah, you're right," he smiles. "Too comfy."

Aurora leans back on her heels. "Alright, you big lug, I'll be back in like ten minutes for some multi cuddles."

He flashes her a honey-slow grin. "I'll hold you to it."

The last thing Aurora hears as she slips into her bathroom is Swiss laughing at his own joke. The door shuts and latches behind her, and Aurora sighs in relief as she turns on the shower.

Her gills flutter as she steps under the spray, warm water erasing the tension from her shoulders. As much as her affinity to water makes her want to drag the shower out, she really doesn't want to drag it out, knowing that there's cuddles waiting for her.

Aurora reaches for the black bottle of her shampoo, lathering up quickly. Her blunt claws scratch at her scalp, and she groans in satisfaction. A quick, thorough rinse, and she grabs the matching conditioner. She had bought the set on an off day on tour, from a little store in some mall where the air had been intensely fragrant with a thousand different scents that even humans would find it overwhelming.

She finishes washing up, rinsing the conditioner she's let sit while she washed her body. She steps out of the shower, shutting the water off and wrapping herself in an incredibly soft, fluffy towel. It's all for show though, a little material comfort.

Aurora calls on her air, a magickal breeze circling her small form, evaporating the moisture from her body. She shivers, the air cold on her damp skin, before reaching up, running her fingers through the wet strands of pink hair plastered to her scalp. It dries quickly, and she sighs in relief knowing that her bedhead in the morning will at least be managable.

She dresses in one of Cirrus's shirts, hanging down almost to her knees, before she shuts off the bathroom lights and steps back into her bedroom.

Swiss hasn't moved, still curled up and comfortable. His breathing is slow, and Aurora could almost believe that he's fallen back asleep if it weren't for those gold-coin eyes slowly blinking open. His fingers twitch where they're laid out on the mattress as his eyes focus on her, as if he was sleepily reaching for her.

"Just a second, pretty boy," she hums, reaching over to shut the nightstand lamp off, casting the room into darkness before she climbs into her bed. Aurora grabs a soft blanket from the foot of the bed, crawling up to lay against Swiss, picking up his arm to tuck herself into his big spoon. She throws the blanket over the both of them.

Swiss rumbles, instinctively pulling the little ghoulette against his chest, burying his face into the nape of her neck.

"Mmmmmm, you smell nice," he murmurs, and Aurora shivers as she feels the press of his fangs against her skin. He drags the points slowly, not biting or marking, just mouthing at the back of her neck. "Like fuckin' candy, could just eat you up, princess."

She reaches up, grabbing the hand holding her to him, holding his wrist with both hands as she relaxes into her pillows and his touch. "Think it's the shampoo," she giggles, even as goosebumps spring up on her nape.

Swiss chuffs, burying his nose in her pink hair; she can feel his inhale. "What's it, strawberry vanilla?"

"Mmhmm," she purrs, her tail wrapping around his calf as she feels her eyes growing heavy. "And lavender, too."

"Smells good. You always smell good," he babbles. His purr rattles through his body, strong enough for her to feel it. Swiss kisses the back of her neck, purring before rubbing his cheek against it. "Bed time, princess?" He asks, thumb smoothing back and forth in an arc right over her heart.

"I think so," she yawns, pulling his arm closer as she presses as close as she can get to his chest. "I like this, I like you having me."

Swiss laughs, no more than a huff of an exhale. "I like having you. I've got you, princess, go to sleep."

And as much as Aurora loves bossing him around on stage, she listens to Swiss, letting sleep take her.

[secretscreamsofjoy]

I made this and I am very proud of it

[ghoul-slime]

Mushy May Day 1 - Cuteness Aggression (Aether/Dew)

Trying my hand at Mushy May this year! Not sure how many prompts I'll get through, but I decided I'd try to write Dewther for all of the prompts this time around. Thank you so much to @forlorn-crows and anyone else involved in making this happen!

Day 1: Cuteness Aggression (Aether/Dew)

He’s still a new summon, not even topside for two weeks now, but he’s finally getting used to the routine. Now, as Dew stands in front of the full-length mirror in the dressing room on the day of their very first ritual and fiddles with the sash cinched tight around his waist, he hears a low growl from over his shoulder. 

It’s Aether, another new summon, a burly quintessence ghoul with strong arms and a shaggy mohawk. He’s sitting on the couch behind Dew, already dressed in his own uniform. Tonight will be his first ritual too.

“Problem, big guy?” Dew quirks his eyebrow and shoots a look into the mirror back at the growling ghoul on the couch.

Aether, who up until now had been entirely warm and friendly towards him, answers with a grunt, brows furrowed in concentration as he sizes Dew up in the mirror.

Dew has never been one to back down, so he goes back to preening himself unbothered. If the new ghoul has suddenly decided he’s got a problem with him then well, he can let him know or not. Dew couldn’t care less.

But when Dew gathers his long platinum hair into his hands and reaches back to tie it up into a tight little bun on top of his head with an elastic band, the growling kicks up again, louder this time. He looks back, ready to shoot a glare at the new ghoul, mood souring at the fact that he seems to have fallen out of favor with his new packmate at record-breaking speed. 

But before he can open his mouth to say anything, Aether is hauling himself up off the couch and in another breath he’s pressing himself against Dew’s back, big strong hands coming up to rest heavy on Dew’s bony little hips.

Aether growls directly into Dew’s ear, setting the hairs on his arms on end. “Why’re you so small for?” Aether slurs, normally cheery voice coming out raspy and deep. Dew hears him swallow thickly.

“Fuckin’ cute. Wanna bite you. Right here,” he says, snuffing into the crook of Dew’s neck, grazing sharp fangs across Dew’s pulse.

Dew stares at Aether’s reflection in the mirror, he looks almost intoxicated. Red-faced and sweat beginning to bead at his hairline. He feels his fingers flex their grip on his waist.

“Thought you were pretty cute before but… this uniform?” Aether grunts into his ear again. Dew feels a blush spread across his cheeks.

“Makes you look so small. Tiny little waist….” Aether trails off, like he’s been talking to himself this whole time and not to Dew at all. Eyes fixed on their reflection in the mirror, the way Dew’s slender form is almost dwarfed by Aether’s muscular body. Strong, but soft in all the right places. Standing much more than a whole head taller than Dew. 

Dew takes it all in and lets out a soft little growl of his own.

“Wanna wrap my arms around you and squeeze.”

Dew glances up at the dressing room clock, counting down steadily until they’re due out on stage. There’s just four and a half minutes left. Too late to do anything about this now. 

Dew twists himself around in Aether’s grip, and the quintessence ghoul looks him in the eye for the first time since he started growling. He slides his hands up Aether’s chest until he’s wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him down.

Dew whispers into his ear. A promise for later.

Dew once again finds himself standing in front of a dressing room mirror, this time surrounded by new packmates. New instruments. Hell, even a whole new element.

He fiddles with the black elastic suspenders on his brand new uniform, still not exactly used to the things. He could never quite get them to lay right during the uniform fittings and he finds himself struggling still, growing more irritated by the minute.

He’s snapped out of his frustration by a low, rumbling growl from off to his side. His eyes snap up to the mirror and sure enough, it’s exactly who he thinks it is.

“Hey Aeth.” Dew turns to the quintessence ghoul standing behind him. The growling continues.

“Aeth?” Dew snaps his fingers, breaking Aether’s trance. His eyes dart up to Dew’s face, a blush already beginning to spread across his handsome features.

The growl cuts off abruptly.

“Huh?” Aether answers sheepishly, knowing he’s been caught.

“Aeth, you’re doing that thing again,” Dew laughs, waving his hands and beckoning the bigger ghoul over to his side in front of the mirror.

“Sorry, Dew,” Aether chuckles apologetically, hands immediately finding their way to Dew’s hips and squeezing just a little too tight. Dew can feel the sharp point of his claws just barely poking their way through the tight fabric of his uniform pants.

“It’s just that you look…,” he trails off, “Wow.” He reaches up, smooths out the kink in the suspenders that Dew had been wrestling with. “I like these a lot.”

“So cute…” Aether’s thought trails off again.

Dew laughs, breathy and red faced. He glances at the clock. Just three minutes to go. 

He pulls himself out of Aether’s grip and grabs his new coat off the hanger. When Aether goes for his own, Dew swats him on the ass.

Payback.

Dozens of shows give way to hundreds, and Dew once again finds himself at the top of a new era. Everything is bigger and better. Their uniforms and masks are more detailed. All fine fabrics and supple leathers. Dew even managed to talk Papa into letting him use the Strat on stage.

And of course bigger venues meant bigger dressing rooms, full floor to ceiling mirrors taking up the length of an entire wall. Now they were even traveling with costume staff dedicated to helping them into their uniforms.

Dew takes in his own reflection, smoothing his hands over the velvet soft fabric of his vest, admiring the glint of the brass buckles, and feeling the light swoosh of the silky blue and black cape strapped across his slender chest and over one shoulder.

Aether strides up to his side. He’s already got his helmet on. “There’s my cute little ghoul princess,” he coos.

Dew snorts, chokes down a laugh. “Nah, that’s Rain’s job.”

Aether holds his gaze in the mirror. “Not to me it isn’t,” he answers with such sincerity in his voice Dew can’t help choking up a little. Not that he’d ever admit it. Not even to Aether.

Aether pushes up against him, leans down to bonk the top of Dew’s head with his helmet playfully. Dew watches him in the mirror. Aether has always looked good, but these new uniforms are doing wonders for him. The shiny leather boots make him look powerful and the epaulets of the jacket accentuate his broad shoulders. 

He’s never looked more handsome.

Dew’s reverie is broken as Aether leans down to growl into his ear. 

“Just thought you should know it's taking every ounce of control in me not to take my claws and shred that lovely new uniform of yours into ribbons and take you right here on the floor of the dressing room. Pretty little thing.”

Dew looks up at him and knows he’s telling the truth.

One minute to go.

Weeks and months and years go by. A lot of big changes happen. Aether steps down from the band. A new quintessence ghoul joins the pack. Dew takes it pretty well, all things considered. 

They tour. Dew’s heart aches. 

They come home. More time passes.

Now, Dew finds himself in the middle of the bustling abbey, just days away from the commencement of yet another tour. This time, there are more than a few new ghouls. And now a new Papa.

But Dew won’t be going out with them this time, a decision he’d made that he finds himself still wrestling with. Even so, he has his hands full. He’d been training his new protege for the better part of the year, showing him everything from mastering technique on the lead guitar to the best way to pack a bag for a long trip away from home. Even now he’d been roped into helping with last minute uniform adjustments for the new ghouls.

He kneels down, shakes a stray hair out of his eyes, golden strands fallen out of the messy bun on his head, and mumbles around the safety pins he’s holding in his mouth as he adjusts the bottom cuff of the new fire ghoul’s pants.

“These still need hemming,” he says sternly, mostly to himself. He pins them up and stands, folding his arms in front of his chest as he considers all the details of the new uniform and how they might affect the stage performance if they don’t get things just right. He furrows his brow in concentration.

“Alright, go tell the sisters you’re ready for them,” Dew instructs, and as he turns to watch the ghoul go, he’s surprised to find Aether standing there, leaning against the door frame. He’s watching them with a huge smile plastered across his handsome face. He gives the new ghoul a high five as he scoots out the door and down the hall.

As soon as they’re alone, Aether kicks the door closed behind him, stalks up to Dew and scoops him up by the waist. Hugs him so tight Dew feels like all the air is being squeezed out of him. Aether buries his face into the crook of Dew’s neck and kisses him there, quick little closed-mouth pecks giving way to something more insistent. Dew feels the sharp edge of a fang.

“Aeth, you’re biting me,” he informs the quintessence ghoul who has decided to latch onto sensitive skin.

“Can’t help myself,” Aether murmurs into the spot on his neck. “That serious look on your face. You looked so cute I just had to take a bite”

Dew glances back at the clock ticking away in the corner of the room. 

They have all the time in the world.

[sn0wbat]

ah, my favorite blue hair and pronouns vampire. morten my son, my child...

[he's my OC. they/he, nonbinary]

[fiepige]

feel like there is a connection (wishful thinking) between “we don’t pick the ballroom we just dance” and “i’ll do it but not because you told me to” lol

Ooohh yeah I see it! Thank you so much for the suggestion anon! <3

Without further ado, have some more Noirpunk GIFs!

Noir and Hobie both being little shits (affectionate <3) when being told what to do!

BONUS:

I couldn't decide if I wanted to make 2 long GIFs where the dialogue is connected, or 4 shorter ones where it's split up, so I did both lol

(Once again thank you for the suggestion anon! This was such a good idea! We need as many noirpunk GIFs as we can get lol!)

If you, or anyone else, have more suggestions for noirpunk GIFs (or spiderverse GIFs in general) my inbox is always open! <3

[scribeofmorpheus]

The Knight Enchanter & Her Guardian II

"For the Knight Enchanter was once a keeper of Dirthamen's secrets, yet at her feet stood Fen'Harel, the greatest secret withheld from her people. Humble in garb, with an expression of devotion that yearned to shed his skin for her, a face still cried when he would not allow himself to, and that broken sword called duty remained ever-watchful, eyes ceaselessly upon him, his grip firm. Duty, not unlike love, is a curse not easily shied from. Though the wolf claimed to have been loyal, a sower of dissent cannot be trusted to yield unpoisoned fruit, much like a tongue of lies cannot help but flick controversy, there is no way of telling if his skyward gaze was meant for her, the secret writings upon her face or that which she carried close at heart. All that is known is that, for a time, she held the world in her palm, and the wolf was all too eager to let it remain her world for as long as time would allow."

~Excerpt from Harellan

[>> Version I]

[minticecodes]

[ID: 4 digital illustrations around the concept of fem!V. 1) Cartoony coloured illustration of V eating scaly demon meat with a blank expression. Blood splatters her face and chest. A stray hair dangles in her face. She grips the bones coming out of the meat in both hands like a cartoon hunk of meat. 2) Coloured illustration of V looking aside with Griffon perched on her shoulder. They're half shadowed in blue. 3) Hatchlined sketch of fem!V leaning on her cane with an unimpressed expression. She's tall and willowy, in pants rolled up to her calves, and corset under her coat.

4) 4 panel comic. Panel 1: Vergil and Dante walk forwards, Vergil in foreground, Dante in background. Dante (hands clasped behind head, curious expression) 'Say, Vergil.' Vergil (walking ahead, blankfaced): hm? Panel 2: Vergil looks behind to Dante. Dante (back to viewer, hands still clasped behind head): 'Ya got any clue why V looked like a lady?' Panel 3: Vergil looks aside in thought, represented by a 'loading' symbol. Panel 4: Vergil (expression unchanged, but with a transparent trans pride flag in the background): 'It must have been our mother's human half made manifest.' Dante: neat. Dante: Think I'd make for a cute babe? Vergil: 'Don't fool yourself.' End ID]

i think it would be neat if V/Vergil was a lady.