#mmmm ghoul

[larryratman]

Drew somedodys ghoul oc on artfight

[wasyago]

quick "chip" sketch from ep 109

[forlorn-crows]

𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚

pairing(s): dewdrop/aether words: 539 rating: explicit

notes: top!dew, but he still calls aether 'daddy' >:)

"Fuck, daddy, such a good mouth," Dew praises, arching into Aether's mouth and digging his fingers tighter into his hair. "Suck me so good."

Aether moans around his cock, tonguing at the underside. Chin hitting Dew's sac. He turns his watery eyes up to look at Dew's face, pupils wide and needy.

Dew's mouth drops open in a gasp. "Yeah? Like when I use you like this?"

Aether nods the best he can and squeezes the fire ghoul's thighs. He swallows hard, working this throat around the head until Dew's eyes roll back with a breathy whine.

"Ugh, fuckin'---so fuckin' perfect, daddy," he groans. "Keep---yeah, keep sucking."

Aether's more than happy to comply. He shuffles closer, bracketing Dew's hips with his forearms and gripping his waist. He pulls off just until the wet little head is inside, and bobs. Not far enough to take him down to the base, but just enough to push and pull at the foreskin, popping over the widest part of the head and retreating back again. Up and down, up and down. When Dew's fingers tighten in his hair again, Aether hovers. Again, only keeping the head in his mouth, he pushes the tip of his tongue against the edge of the foreskin, licking along the perimeter and flicking at the sensitive skin.

Pre bubbles up at the tip, and he licks that up too. Pushing into the slit until Dew keens and begs:

"Oh fuck, s-sensitive. You---daddy, you gotta." Dew tosses his head back and groans loudly as Aether suckles at the head, throbbing hard against the roof of his mouth. "Fuck, I need more of you."

The quint ghoul moans a soft mm? over his cock, not so subtly grinding at the bed as he meets Dew's eyes again.

He smiles, cheeks flushed. Eyes heavy as he thrusts into his mouth. "Don't you want this inside? Make you feel good too?" Dew pulls him off with a pop and reaches down with his free hand to grab the base of his cock, tapping the head of it against Aether's tongue.

"Uh huh," Aether breathes. A line of saliva drops down to Dew's balls, slow as syrup. "P'ease fu- me," he slurs, diligently keeping his mouth open as Dew rubs his dick around.

Quicker than Aether can groan, Dew's on him, tugging him up to the head of the bed and flipping himself around so he's draped over his back. He presses Aether's chest to the mattress and pulls at his tail, baring his twitching hole to the air.

"Gonna be a good daddy for me?" Dew grunts, unceremoniously shoving two fingers in, spitting around them. "Fuck, you're tight. Can't wait to fill you up."

"Dew," Aether moans into the mattress. Dew's fingers press in deep, and his own half chub twitches to life. "Oh, baby, wanna be good for you," he rumbles, fucking himself back onto the digits.

"That's it," Dew lilts, spreading his fingers. "Daddy has such a hungry hole, doesn't he?"

Aether shivers, groaning low into the blankets. "So--" Dew presses down, making his toes twitch. "So hungry, fuck."

"Yeah," the fire ghoul rasps, pressing his cock to one of Aether's cheeks and sighing at the friction. "Yeah you are."

[coffeeghoulie]

"youre gonna get lipstick all over me" with lus & dew mayyybeee??

I had a lot of thoughts about this one and it could have gone a million different ways, but I'm very happy with how it turned out.

prompt from this list.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

Dew's tucked into the corner of one of the loveseats in the den commons, eyes half lidded as he watches some movie he's seen a hundred times but couldn't care to name. Better than silence, and it feels like every one of his packmates have disappeared.

He's okay with silence, but the loneliness he can't stand. Dew knows in the very core of his heart that he's just being dramatic, half of his packmates are doing their assigned duties around the Abbey on the off season from touring. The other half are still asleep even though it's well past noon, and Dew's not going to barge into anyone's room and demand they pay attention to him like a particularly stubborn orange cat.

So he snuggles into the corner of the couch, a throw pillow held in his arms as he half-watches the tv. The autumn chill is starting to creep into the halls of the Abbey, but it's still too early for the central heating to be turned on. Dew sighs, reaching into his infernal magick to crank up his body temperature a few degrees, shifting until he's a little more comfortable.

The moment he's settled, a floorboard creaks in the hallway, and Dew perks up, turning to face the doorway. "Morning, lamb."

Cumulus chirps happily as she sees him, cheeks dimpling when she smiles wide. "Hi, junebug!" she trills, eyeing the empty seat next to him. "You doing anything important?"

He shrugs, patting the couch cushion with the tip of his tail. Cumulus is quick to settle next to him, resting her head on his shoulder with a soft coo. He wraps an arm around her side, pulling her a little closer, and she happily nuzzles into his warmth. "Didn't know you liked this movie," she hums.

"Wouldn't say liked," Dew shrugs, careful not to disturb her. "More like I don't mind it," he admits, turning to nose at her hair, breathing in her coconut-sweet shampoo. "I wouldn't mind doing something else. Just killing time."

"You wanna gimme a kiss?" Cumulus asks teasingly. She cranes her neck to peer up at him, cocking her head. Dew turns to meet her icy blue gaze, lips quirking up with a soft smile. His brow furrows as his eyes drop to her lips.

It isn't strange to see Cumulus wearing makeup, but the brick red lipstick she's put on isn't one she typically wears. She wears reds, but more often than not she prefers mauvy colors, things a little on the cooler side than the lipstick she's got on. It's not like the new color looks bad on her though, quite the opposite.

Dew raises an eyebrow. "Oh, I see," Dew laughs with a huff of breath. "You don't want a kiss, you want a smudge tester."

Cumulus arches an elegant brow. "Two things can be true at once, junebug," she says, a particularly wicked grin spreading across her face as she bats her lashes. "Am I not allowed to want to kiss my favorite fire ghoul?"

"Mmm, you're gonna get lipstick all over me," Dew shakes his head playfully, hand coming up to cup her cheek. "Fine, lamb. Gimme a kiss."

Her eyes flash, and she surges up to kiss him. Dew feels the almost waxy slide of the lipstick against his own lips, even as he melts into the kiss. It's not an unpleasant sensation despite the way the taste of the makeup covers her own taste.

Dew melts into it, fingers sliding into her curls just to hold as their lips move together. Cumulus hums, licking at the seam of his mouth, and he eagerly gives her access. There it is, the taste of her mouth, and Dew groans into her kiss.

Her arms loop around his neck, shifting on the loveseat until they're facing each other, Cumulus straddling his thigh. Getting more comfortable as one kiss turns to two, three, too many to count. They pull apart to breathe, or more really, for Dew to breathe, their foreheads pressed together as they share air. The movie still plays on the tv, all but forgotten.

"Hi, junie," Cumulus giggles, cheeks dimpled, as she presses another kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Hi, Cue," Dew says, shivering as she trails kisses from his mouth to his jaw, nipping little things that worry at his pale gray skin. His eyes flutter shut, head tipping back to give her more access.

She eagerly takes advantage of it, trailing soft, sucking kisses from his jaw to the sensitive spot just under his ear. Dew's tail curls around one of her thighs, groaning low in his throat as she sucks and nips at the spot. Spindly fingers tighten in her hair, not pulling or pushing, just desperate for something to hold. His other hand finds her waist, curls into the soft fabric of her shirt.

"Shit, yeah, there," he whispers, eyes shut. He sinks a fang into his bottom lip, the faintest taste of iron mixing with the lipstick she's left on him.

Eventually, Cumulus pulls back, her tail flicking behind her and grinning like the cat that got the cream. Dew stares at her, because how couldn't he? Deep red lipstick smeared and smudged over plump lips, cheeks rosy and flushed, eyes bright.

Dew trills, unable to help himself from darting forward and pressing a kiss to the apple of her cheek. It leaves a distinct mark of his lips in that same dark shade as he pulls back.

He can only imagine what he looks like. Dew presses his lips together, feels the slide of the lipstick on them, the smears of it across his face and down his throat.

Cumulus licks her lips as she appraises him, eyes glancing over his face and throat. "Hmm. This one's definitely more your color."

[thatonerat420]

*Cumulus and Rain are texting*

Cumulus: Please bring home PURIFIED

water with NO minerals added for taste. NONE.

Rain: I got spring water.

Cumulus: NO!

Rain: With EXTRA minerals!

Rain: It’s like licking a stalagmite!

Cumulus: DON’T COME HOME!

Rain: Mmmmmm, cave water.

[shaykesqueer]

New summon Mountain is obsessed with Dew

He’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen

It freaks Dew out just a little bit

Dew: Why is he looking at me like that?

Cumulus: Like what?

Dew: Like… I’m a sandwich?

[wrathofrats]

Do you have headcanons about transfem Ifrit that you would like to share? SFW or NSFW? 👉👈

Hi I have both thank you

Obvious disclaimer that I am not trans, if I get something wrong or say something incorrect pls feel free to correct me (nicely or I’ll cry LMAO)

Sfw, and then nsfw below the cut!

- I still don’t think she’s like super feminine, pretty masc. still your average gym rat

- does grow out her hair as long as possible though because she thinks it’s fun to style and likes the way her ponytail swooshes (she’s always been jealous of zephs hair let’s be real)

- sometimes gets bad mood swings. Mostly just feeling very sad over nothing or anxious, I don’t think she gets super angry often. Zephyr has had to get used to the speech of “no I’m not mad at you I love you very much I’m just in a bad mood” when ifrit cries because zephyr hasn’t said I love you today. She once cried because zephyr gave her part of their sandwich when she got back from the gym (they just weren’t hungry. They’d never tell her that though)

- the first time Zeph called her their girlfriend she also cried

- loves the way her body rounds out on hormones. Gains a bit more fat and makes her muscles less jagged, which makes her feel like a real weight lifter.

-really enjoys shaving. Like her skin is so soft and it makes her do a little happy dance when she gets to be all smooth (cumulus showed her the fresh sheets + fresh shave combo and it changed her LIFE)

Nsfw

- loses a decent amount of her libido. Really only has sex when someone else wants it besides some special occasions where she gets really needy.

- her tits get so fucking big. Like I’m talking she gets D cups. And they’re so fucking sensitive as well. Zephyr just adores them and loves to straddle her and play with them while she writhes beneath them. Sometimes as a special treat Zeph gets her in front of a mirror and makes her watch as they pluck and knead at them.

- pls just imagine her all sweaty peeling off a sports bra, breathing heavy and throwing her head back at the relief. Thank you.

- zephyr calls her cock her strap

-pathetic service top ifrit x condescending power bottom zephyr

- aether calls her cock a clit and won’t touch her unless she asks him to fuck her pussy. She learns soon enough and asks any ghoul to touch her cunt

[horrendousmustard]

Drew a little over the past month! Kaneki eating soap, some darker lit scenes, and him drinking kitten milk replacer. Going to work on some sketches of Kaneki’s morning routine later. It’s been a while since I last uploaded something so I hope these are sufficient 🫡

[bloodfin]

we all know rain likes to be called sir, but when the moon is right and they feel the air change, and they dress in the tightest black mini and crop top, someone will slip and call her ma'am.

and she will proceed to black out.

i finished the fic this inspired :)

[larryratman]

Goretober day 29

[astro-gh0ul]

I NEED a cowbell in Kiss The Go-Goat. It’s not a want. it’s a need.

[forlorn-crows]

Crow. Babe.

Aether/Mountain/Omega

Big boy quintosis sandwich. How do you think that would go? :)

taking my text tangents and using them against me i see

mountain has a dick and a cunt today. you know, just so he can be filled up that much more

"Doing so well for us, little clover," Omega purrs in his ear.

"He takes magick so well, doesn't he?" Aether agrees. He runs a hand down the side of Mountain’s cheek, damp from stray tears and sloppy kisses. The earth ghoul’s eyes track imaginary patterns behind lidded eyes, gaze fixed somewhere in the middle distance of nothingness. The rest of him is limp, slack under the two quintessence ghoul’s hands. Dropped as deep as he can get, oh so sensitive and pliable. 

Omega ruts a little where he’s buried deep in Mountain’s ass, smirking at the unbidden whine it earns him from his perpetually slackened mouth. Omega nibbles and sucks at his earlobe, pulling the breathiest of little uh uh uh’s from those drool coated lips. 

“Just the prettiest plaything.” Mountain groans louder at that, ruddy cock twitching between his legs. 

“Yes, darling, you are. Not a thought in that beautiful head, hm?” Aether playfully presses a fingertip in the middle of his forehead, letting a tiny spark grace the end of the motion. Mountain goes cross-eyed and bucks against Omega, head lolling back onto his shoulder uselessly.

“Fill him up, starlight.” The older ghoul pets at Mountain’s folds, wet with slick and as flushed as the head of his cock. “Satanas he’s wet.”

“Always is, for this.” Aether’s voice is fond underneath the jest. It’s true, what he claims—Mountain always drips for him with quintessence running through his veins. And, well, he couldn’t help it if he tried. “Come now, sunflower, let me see those eyes.”

Mountain slowly lifts his heavy head. His eyelids flutter as he struggles to open them, and keep them open, gaze flicking about Aether’s face as he attempts to focus. With difficulty, and a few frustrated whines, he fixes emerald-turned-ultraviolet eyes on Aether’s own. 

“There he is,” Aether coos. “Still so obedient.” He lines up the wide head of his cock just below where his sex starts to split, running it along his damp cunt with a groan. “Keep ‘em open, darling.” He teases Mountain’s entrance now, so close to sticking it in. His skinny chest heaves as he uses what little brain power he has left to keep focus, do as he’s told. 

“That’s it,” Aether praises. The head of his cock starts to slip inside, stretching Mountain even wider. Omega groans when he feels the ridge of it slide against the base of his own cock, even through the barrier of Mountain’s body. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” Omega echos. Aether watches the earth ghoul’s face expectantly as he continues to press in. He lowers his voice to a whisper, leaning in close. Mountain’s cock kicks in anticipation, nearly slapping against Aether’s stomach. He can see how Mountain’s mouth waters too, a line of drool threatening to spill down his chin. It will eventually, of course, gone as he is. 

“Now let’s see them roll allll the way back.” Aether thrusts all the way in, humming contently as Mountain’s eyes roll back into his skull. A deep rumbling groan forces its way out of his chest as he’s made to take them both. He’s simultaneously splitting open and being filled as full as he possibly can be, pressed between both solid quintessence ghouls like nothing more than a delightfully noisy toy. 

And noisy he is, panting, huffing, sobbing, and whining as Aether bottoms out and presses close, his and Omega’s hands quickly beginning to roam all over his freckled skin. 

The glob of precum smearing into Aether’s happy trail is all the warning either of them get before Mountain goes rigid between them, cock growing impossibly harder before he’s spilling over with a garbled cry. Thick ropes of it spurt onto his stomach and dribble down into the opening of his cunt. 

“Poor thing,” Omega tuts. He gives a generous thrust—just one, in and out—without waiting for Mountain’s cock to stop twitching. The earth ghoul chokes on his inhale, fresh tears spilling down flushed cheeks. “He’s going to be such a mess when we’re done with him.”

[coffeeghoulie]

Ghostober Day #26: Stoned Sex

Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together <3

Pairing: Aether/Cirrus

Cirrus always gets painfully sensitive after she cums. Aether wants to try a work around

Explicit, 1.4k. Contains quintessence use/quintosis (because what is quintosis if not a mind altering substance lol), oral sex, and overstimulation.

Divider by @wrathofrats <3

Cirrus cums with a gasp, fingers tightening in long purple hair as her clit throbs. Between her legs, Aether groans appreciatively, his tongue pressed firm and flat to her folds as he drinks her release down. His eyes gleam amethyst as he glances up, and it's electric as she meets his gaze.

"Fuck," Cirrus hisses, her head thudding back against his pillows. Her hair is tangled from tossing her head. Aether doesn't falter, lips sealing around her clit and working her through her orgasm.

Far too quickly, the pleasure turns to uncomfortable overstimulation. Cirrus tries to shove Aether back from her cunt. He growls and grabs her hips firmly, pulling her back to his mouth.

"Not so fast, dearheart," Aether chuckles, pulling back just long enough to lick slick from his lips and nuzzle against her inner thigh. "Or are you tapping out?" No shame in that, Cirr."

She pants, muscles jumping in her inner thigh as Aether scrapes his stubble against it. "You know I need a minute, cosmos."

"Aw," Aether whines teasingly. He pats her hip. "I thought I said I was gonna reward you for taking such good care of the pack while I wasn't with you on the road."

Cirrus laughs breathlessly, knuckles creaking as she loosens her grip in his hair, petting him apologetically. "Yes, I remember," she says. "But one's reward enough."

Aether gives her a boyish smile, his gold fang glinting, and turns to kiss her thigh. "Oh, dearheart. I know you're satisfied with one. But did you think I'd be satisfied with just one? I missed you too, you know. Missed your taste." He licks his lips with a rumbling moan.

Cirrus groans softly. The ebbing heat in her core attempts to rekindle, a spark against wet tinder. Her fingers flex in Aether's mohawk. "I just- Sensitive," she sputters, voice tinging on a whine. She's still a little woozy from her orgasm, apparently the first of the night. Despite her oversensitivity, she's curious where he's going with this.

"I know you get sensitive, honeysuckle," Aether says, and Cirrus melts at just the gentle tone of his voice. She missed him just as much as he missed her. "I can give you time, if you want. Or, if you're game, we don't have to wait."

Her brow furrows, and she's about to open her mouth to ask him what he means when he lifts the hand that's petting her hip. Aether waggles his fingers coyly, and her eyes lock onto the deep violet sparks that jump and dance between his fingertips.

Cirrus laughs, carding her pianist's fingers through his mohawk. "Oh, you wanna dope me up with quintessence so I just have to take it?"

Aether's brow furrows, a look of surprised concern falling over his face. "No, no, not at all, not unless you want that. I, uh, had something else a little different in mind, dearheart."

Her hand freezes in his hair. The air is cool against her cunt, except for the puffs of his breath. Aether keeps talking.

"I thought, if quintessence gets into your brain, can alter sensation and thought. I might be able to get in there and, well, flip the switch in your brain that makes you experience overstimulation. And I could keep eating you out until I thought you were well rewarded for taking care of the pack for me."

"Oh," Cirrus breathes, considering the possibility.

"No discomfort or pain, just pleasure," Aether says, leaning his head against her thigh. "And if you don't want to try it, we absolutely don't have to, and we can call it a night right here and now."

Cirrus ponders, hand idly moving in his hair. He chuffs, pressing up into her touch, his eyes not leaving hers. "I don't see why not," she hums, chirping as Aether's face lights up in a grin.

"I knew you'd want to give it a whirl," he chuckles, nuzzling her thigh. His stubble scrapes pleasantly against sensitized skin, and she shivers. "If anything doesn't feel right, dearheart, you know how to get my attention?"

She smiles fondly down at him, scratching his scalp with blunt claws. "Yeah, cosmos. Stoplight or snap."

Satisfied with that answer, Aether rewards her by mouthing at a mark he's left on the inside of her thigh. He noses at the downy feathers that trail down from where they cover her mound, inhaling her scent. "Alright, sweetheart. Deep breath."

Cirrus complies, eyelashes fluttering as she feels the staticky sensation of quintessence seeping into her nervous system. It creeps up to her brain, familiar. It feels like him, and she shuts her eyes and relaxes back against his pillows.

"Oh, dearheart," Aether chuckles, not unkindly. His hand goes back to her hip, tracing an arc with his thumb. "Feeling good already?"

Cirrus lets out a low hum, feeling the discomfort melt away from her body. "You sure you're not just making me feel good, Aeth? Feels nice."

"No point in making it feel bad," he teases, thumb not stopping its repetitive motion as he focuses on the pleasure center in her brain. "But no, there's no extra pleasure. Just a little nerve block. For lack of a better term."

She hums again. Her fingers idly pet through his hair, a soothing little motion as her body relaxes. "Well, whatever you're doing t'me, feels good."

He laughs warmly. "You think you're ready to keep going, dearheart?"

"Yeah," she smiles back at him. Her hand gently pushes, no more than suggestion, at the back of his head.

Aether rolls his eyes playfully, but leans back in. He licks a slow stripe from the bottom of her entrance all the up to the highest point of her clit.

Cirrus's eyes shut again, a soft sigh slipping past her lips. When she feels Aether freeze, waiting, she pries them back open to meet his gaze.

"How's that feel?" he asks, his hands shifting to hold the meat of her thighs just hard enough to dimple her grey skin. "Any discomfort?"

"None at all," Cirrus says, a relieved giggle slipping past her lips. "By all means, keep going."

"As you wish, dearheart," Aether grins. He leaves a trail of kisses up the inside of her thigh before planting one directly on her clit just to feel her squirm. His eyes soften and unfocus then, jaw working as he laps at her.

Cirrus moans, loud and unashamed. One hand grips at the back of Aether's head, tangled in his hair, and the other fists the sheets under her.

Aether groans into her cunt as she pulls his hair, eating like a man starved. Distantly, behind the waves of sensation washing over her, Cirrus is surprised at how easily the pleasure comes. Especially with how little it's been since the last time she came. "Fuck, just like that."

He rumbles low in his throat, and Cirrus's toes curl as his voice vibrates through her entire body. Every inch of her skin feels tingly, but not in any way unpleasant. Especially not where his lips wrap around her clit and suck.

If he hadn't said that he wasn't using his quintessence to pleasure her, Cirrus would accuse Aether of using it to push her over the edge. She's never cum so quickly twice in a row in her entire life, and it's just as much a crashing wave as her first. "Fuck!" she cries out, so loudly she knows somebody else in the ghoul wing had to have heard it. Her fingers tighten painfully hard in Aether's hair.

He doesn't protest or pull back to breath. Aether only spares her an upwards glance to watch her chest heave before rededicating himself to working her over.

The aftershocks sputter through Cirrus's body, and she tenses in anticipation as they peter away. But the discomfort never comes as Aether keeps licking at her folds, sucking on her clit like her taste is candy.

Cirrus groans loudly, her head lolling back, as she realizes Aether's little trick worked. Her hips rock up against his lips and tongue, and his fingers tighten around her thighs as he keeps eating. His breath comes in hot little puffs through his nose, ruffling her down, sticky with her release and his spit.

"Aether, oh fucking Lucifer, Aeth," she gasps, not loosening her grip in his hair. Cirrus almost cums again as she feels him grin against her cunt.

[devilry-revelry]

Not to be a ghoul fucker on main buuuuuuut—

(I really genuinely wish this would have come out 5-10 years ago.)

[nagitosasshole]

𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅

Vampire Copia / Papa Emeritus IV

(Dracopia) x reader

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤:

◇ There is mention and description of gore right at the beginning, with only brief mentions of it afterwards ◇

◇ Copia isn't depicted as a 'soft' vampire

(The violence is strictly tied to Copia's vampirism) ◇

◇ Copia is Copia, and Copia is baby- but Copia also accidentally mauled an innocent person to death :^) ◇

◇ Sorta slow burn with lots of angst ◇

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before you get into it, do have mercy on me, please. i've not posted a story since i was 14-15 and it was not a serious attempt at all. this is my first ever actual attempt at a story, so feel free to send in any criticism or opinions, please!!

(and apologies if Copia or the Ghouls are out of character. this is just how i personally think they'd act!!)

love ya,, thanks!!

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ali

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☆☆☆☆☆☆☆Chapter☆ 1☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

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(reader) has watched Copia flourish from their anxious, awkward, and generally uncouth Cardinal to a powerful Papa. Years of budding friendship allows them to share nearly everything with each other. Be it shared anxieties, insecurities, or just the feeling of loneliness and not belonging.

Not even his sudden rise to power really surprises them, not when they saw their friend becoming more confident and proud over the years. They helped him through with open arms over his 6 years of coming to terms with himself.

They really thought they helped him through, that they knew everything about him.

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The sight of a panting Copia huddled painfully in a corner of the library as he helplessly claws at his cheeks and jaws, a pair of fingers dipping into his red-stained mouth in an attempt to expel whatever he'd consumed makes that belief fly out of the window.

Forcing myself to look away from my dear friend crumpled up in red, I shakily let my gaze drift a few feet away from Copia. Eyes following the red trail that seems to have followed him to the corner, finding the source sprawled across the libraries antique wooden flooring.

A Sibling of sin, laying in a position that if not drowned in blood would look sound asleep. I internally thank the lorde that their petrified face is lulled down, hidden with messy hair.

My mind cannot get rid of the image of their body covered in gashes and bites, and what looks to be bruises, and…

I feel bile rise in my throat as my eyes wander over their already paling skin, unable to rip my eyes away from the places where their skin has been torn, some places looking like it'd been done by teeth.

My body doesn't allow me to move, only forcing out a broken, chocked whimper as I forcibly move my eyes away from my fellow Sibling. The sound alerts Copia to my presence, making his head snap up as his hand shakily and limply slips from his drooling mouth, leaving a line of transparent red between his puffy lips and gloved fingers. His looks as if his entire world is crumbling around him with just the glossy, overflowing look in his eyes.

I can only sob out a crackly and nearly silent call of his name before he's darting out of the room faster than I've ever seen him. I could only stumble out of the library, expression void and sunken as I slowly walk back to my room, sticking to the walls with a light hand to keep myself upright. My brain finally -for once- spares me some mercy, allowing my thoughts to ease into nothingness. Allowing me to make it to my room with an empty brain as I unceremoniously dump my weighted body to my bed. I don't sleep well that night.

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After that day, I stuck to myself. Everything I enjoyed, I abandon.

Everything I once did to socialize, I abandon.

Even small pleasures and things I enjoy I abandon in favor of hudling under my covers until I'm forced to crawl out of them.

My drop in work quality doesn't go unnoticed by Sister or my peers. I have talk after talk with Sister, endlessly forced to voice why I'm hiding away and shying away from my extra work- only to get nothing out of me.

Even my fellow Siblings notice when I quietly and half heartedly tell them I cannot do their work, or even help them anymore. Never offering a reason as to why.

They'll never know that I see that Sibling from the library when I look at them.

Their very clothing, the habit that I myself wear makes me sick, sending nauseating memories of that night in the library. I've had to cover my mirror and turn around with clenched eyelids as I get dressed.

I can't even bare to look at myself.

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The first week I spend spinning memories of the ghouls and Copia in my brain, frantically attempting to convince myself it was a dream, knowing my Copia would never…

No, not a dream.

It's apparent in the way he's avoided me.

My thoughts only give way to ugly sobs as I suffocate them my pillow.

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The second week I spend repeatedly rocking myself on my bed, back bent over my knees with my arms locked around them, blanket covering my compacted body and i endlessly attempt to self sooth. The fear of what I saw grows along with the disgustingly potent need to see Copia.

I internally curse myself, screaming at and berating myself for wanting to see him. Surely he's not the man you knew. My brain attempts to conjure the word monster in my desprate attempt to right myself, only for it to falter before I can even think it.

I could never think of him as a monster.

My brain is definitely faulty. Some wires or circuits are definitely frayed or fucked up, surely.

But I could never see him as a monster.

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On the third week, I give into desprate mindsets.

Letting myself stare at messy handwriting, intentionally vague, bland…not a word of what happened.

i hope your work is treating you well. i miss your company. you are well??, I wrote plainly, the shake in my writing betraying the anxiety I felt when writing it. In the dead of the night, I sneak out of my room to place the note outside his door. I didn't dare even write my name on the letter for fear he'd discard it.

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On the fourth week, I continue writing notes. Some more stiff and short than others, while some could be long and drawn out as if I were spewing out what was in my mind if he were truly there. There's always an air of emptiness and sadness to my writing.

My notes increased along with my appearances outside of my room. Only long enough to get to and from, but it was progress. There was always an air of panic around me when I dropped of a note for Copia to find. Always to avoid the library in my attempts to catch a glace at or the attention of him.

My efforts only bore fruit a couple of times, and yet they meant nothing. Only the slight widening of Copia's eyes showed he saw me at all before he'd turn his head, acting as Papa once more.

At the same time, acting as if I didn't exist.

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It started with the fleeting sights of the ghouls around me, always watching through the day. That's definitely not a rare or even unappreciated occurrence, but they hardly ever come to talk to me anymore. Usually, my day would be filled with chores, then my optional work later on in the day- be it doing simple errands for the overworked Papa's, or perhaps a Sibling of sin who wants to blow off work, but most of all gardening work with Papa Primo-

All of my off time you'd see me kneeling on stiff, hurting knees as I giggle along with whatever Primo is drawling on about, counting the time on the old-fashioned clock Primo keeps around as I wait for Copia to be done with work. Conversations help me forget time as Primo's aged hands guide and teach me how to properly care for his beloved plants.

A handful of times the two of us are accompanied by a helpful Mountain or Aether, the two helping lift heavy things that I can't manage, even less so the elder Papa. It's always warm, friendly ghouls always wandering through the garden to chat and cut up with me and Primo.

On rare occasions, we even find some of Secundo's ghouls wandering through. They hardly talk, but they prove to be good company still with how attentive they are to the garden's needs, proving to be quite good listeners, too. It's a real treat, but most of our visitors are Primo's own ghoul's, and (now) Copia's ghouls. Primo's ghouls (and the few retired ghouls. cough cough cowbell cough) will always stay near the gardens, ever loyal to their Papa. While Copia's ghouls are just plain and simple the most personable and sociable of the lot.

Soon I found my friendships with the kindly Papa and the ghouls flourishing like the flowers we care for so often.

It's no surprise it bled through "work" and into everyday life. Perhaps I was already friendly with them, knew them because of Copia, but I'd like to think the time we spent working together as a group made us close. It would explain how for the last few years, they made a habit of watching over me and approaching me to talk whenever they saw me.

I always appreciated how they looked over me rather than me being creeped out by it. In a way I understand their odd habits and affections. It made me feel safe knowing that they cared for me enough to have an eye out for me, even the notoriously hotblooded (asshole) Dewdrop.

But nowadays they only watch, and notably only Copia's ghouls. Maybe that's why their lack of seeking me out combined with their increased watching makes my neck prick with a chilled sensation. It just doesn't feel right. Maybe they're worried by my abrupt disappearance from our daily gardening routine, or maybe they can sense my dismal mood. Whatever it is, they don't say anything.

It only makes me want to hide away in my room more. Away from responsibilities and questions, and sure as hell away from who I consider my dear friends unreadable gazes. It makes my stomach twist and churn until I make it my mindless mission to make my way from room to room, never staying in one room longer than necessary during chores. The relief I feel from "evading" a ghoul is always short lived when after only a few minutes, I notice a different ghoul in the room I'm in.

I don't dare call out to them or say anything. Not unless they say something first. The fear pricking inside of me restrains my need to know what's going on, effectively silencing me and forcing my body to continue on with the world's worst game of where's the ghoul. I have an idea of why they're like this, anyway.

What I saw…

Surely whatever friendship I think I had with them was trumped by their loyalty to their master. They probably see me as a liability now. Waiting patiently with open ears for a slip up, waiting for me to break and spout out what I saw. Shouting to my fellow Siblings of sin that our beloved Papa IV is a monster.

That's why on the fourth week, when he finally acknowledges me in full, my heart nearly falls to my toes. With a single note with my name writen in neat writing poised on my bedside table, my heart thunders in my chest.

He had one of his ghouls come into my room and place it, or maybe he did it himself…the thought makes me lean agaisnt my headrest for support as I snatch the letter up with a shaky hand.

If you really wish to do this, come to my room.

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I will be there. I will be waiting.

- yours,

Copia

My nerves make me feel as if I'm going to throw up as I scan my aching eyes over his writing. Even the fact he wrote 'Copia' instead of 'C' makes me feel ill. With a pained groan, I rub my sweaty forehead. "fuck this…", I think out loud, voice broken and scratchy from lack of use. "I'm gonna take a shower…lorde knows I need one."

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additional notes:

alrighty then, thanks for reading all the way through!! hope u enjoyed it!!

i'll have an ao3 account soon enough. hopefully, the formatting will be just how i want it, but until then, i hope how it is at the moment is okay!!

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ali

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