#moth ghoul

[moth-ghoul]

i make my zines by putting this guy in canva :)

(on canva, you can rotate text by turning the little turning arrow symbol next to your text)

[the-moth-ghoul]

... rosy maple.

Hm…? Oh, you’re talking about me, right?

[seanceofghouls]

Moff

[moth-ghoul]

hello, i made a zine asking people to keep wearing masks and i used these as the front and back covers, i hope that's okay! (i'm not selling the zines or anything i'm just gonna leave them places)

save these (or download them here) to use for posters, social media, zines… whatever u want! it’s never too late to start wearing a mask again :-)

[midnight-moth-draws]

Bug playing his guitar some kind of way

[sanestkanadefan]

‼️ANY MELANIE MARTINEZ STUFF IS NO LONGER INCLUDED, WE DON'T STAND SA'ERS HERE‼️

[krscblw]

mountain commission for @midnight-moth!

[skele-bunny]

GIMME ANYTHING ALPHABELL NEOOWWW

pretty please 🥺🤲🤲 /silly

RRRAAA ALPHABELL!!!!!

Just.... Thinking about their little "sessions."

At first it started with them cuddling and Bell just grinding against his own hand. Alpha didn't say anything at first but his face definitely got warmer, just thought it was an allllll too convenient rock stim up until Bell shook really hard and practically squeaked. Then just went still again to watch the TV like before. It kept Alpha up all night almost, just fantasizing about his partner finally asleep next to him.

The second time was extremely forward, just about to go to bed before Bell took his hand and smiled, sitting him down and crawling on his lap.

"I want to do something... In front of you..."

He's just reading her hands but nodding, watching as she gets to her knees a bit and dips a hand back in his pajamas shorts. Alpha just flicking back and forth from his face and hand bulging with the fabric. He gives a little tug at the hem and Bell just leans back, nodding with this smile that Alpha goes a bit crazy at. Pulls his shorts down and underwear, Bell opening her legs for him.

Alpha knew Bell was intersex, nothing wrong with that, but seeing it like THIS? Oh man. So horny he might puke tbh. Hand gripped around his small cock, other hand finally joining to rub at his clit. Alpha just palming himself before fully going in sync with her once she starts finger fucking herself.

Just staring at each other SO lovingly before Bell shakes and squeaks again, cum shooting from her tip and coating his furry belly— Alpha eventually cumming in his hand. How Bell just scoops up his own mess and offers it to Alpha who sucks his fingers like a dying man wjjddk

It's not often they'll have their sessions but when they do? PHEW. Alpha loves it each time. Loves her noises. Loves watching his hands move and twist and work around. LOVES when Bell feeds it to him, and eventually Alpha doing it back. It's their little thing!!! Fits em perfect

[amidstsilence]

Ghouls and Gals

Prints

[sphylor]

Phantom loves things that can fly. he loves birds and bugs and bats and animals that can glide. he thinks theyre all super cool. he especially loves bats and moths, though. Mountain takes him out one night to watch the bats fly through the night sky and set up a moth watch. they hang a sheet over a tree branch and shine a torch through it and watch as moths slowly start to gather. Mountain tells him their names and any facts he knows about them and Phantom just watches and listens in awe

[iamthecomet]

Dear Comet, if you are still accepting prompts - Please - thrusts into your hands my fav rarepair - Cowbell/Aeon #20.

Ok, so like, I have barely written Cowbell, so I was worried about doing him justice, but the second I put these two together it all just...happened. I get it. They are just SO good together. YOU ARE SO RIGHT. Here's 700+ words of Aeon being so sweet to Cowbell (AS HE DESERVES).

Aeon spent his first few months topside unsure of Cowbell. Watching the older ghoul from afar. Fascinated by his outright refusal to even pretend to be human. Movements too fast, too sudden. They’ve gotten to know each other slowly. Aeon slipping into his orbit when he can. Walking next to him on their way to the gardens. Sitting next to each other at Mass. 

Aeon gathers bits and pieces. Finds Cowbell strangely secretive. Speaking in a rasping whisper most of the time. But Aeon loves his stories. Stories of his time on the road. Of his small moments on stage. Of the pit. Aeon hangs on every gravely word as Cowbell recounts. 

Aeon finds him easier to talk to than some of the other ghouls. The band ghouls especially. He knows he’s one of them now but that still doesn’t feel right. They feel like they’re on a pedestal above everyone else whether they want to be or not, and Aeon doesn’t know how to climb up to stand next to them–he doesn’t know if he wants to. 

“You never take your mask off,” Aeon observes, one warm spring day. They’re sitting in the center of Primo’s hedge maze. The fountain in the middle of the clearing bubbling away. The air smelling like lilacs and fresh tilled dirt. Cowbell sighs, slides his  finger over the sharp jaw of his mask. 

He has an older one–there are quite a  few ghouls around who still wear them. Mist, Omega, most of the working ghouls who were summoned during that era. Aeon knows Dew has one–has seen it on his bookshelf. He suspects Dew puts his old uniform on sometimes in an attempt to disappear. 

“Not a pretty sight, kid,” Cowbell huffs out, dropping his hand to lean back on it. To tilt his head up toward the sun like he can feel it on his face through all that metal. 

“I showed you mine,” Aeon offers, pointing to his own maskless face, his damaged left eye and the scars surrounding it. Cowbell turns his head to look at him. Aeon can see his eyes narrowing behind the mask, thought, maybe. Or he’s about to tell Aeon he doesn’t know what he’s talking about–that he can’t possibly understand. 

Instead, Cowbell sits up, he sighs, and takes his mask in both hands, lifts it. He settles it down on the grass between his knees and takes his time before he looks over at Aeon. It gives Aeon time to study his profile. The wild dark hair. A jawline, sharp like the one on the mask. Crooked noise, pale gray skin. One thin horn curving back over his skull, deadly sharp at the point. The other broken off near the base, rough and jagged. 

When Cowbell turns, Aeon gasps. He’s gorgeous. Scarred yes, but most ghouls are somewhere. His face made of sharp angles, cut glass. Eyes, lined with dark make-up, looking almost owlish, one glittering violet, the other vibrant amber. 

Aeon can’t help but touch him. Can’t stop himself from reaching out and cupping that razor sharp jaw in his palm to see if it will hurt him. But instead, what he gets is Cowbell leaning into that touch. Eyes fluttering closed, breath heaving out in a sigh. 

Aeon isn’t stupid. He knows what privilege he’s been given. Knows that Cowbell doesn’t let anyone touch him like this, see him like this. That he has been given a gift that almost no one else here has–to really see this ghoul for who he is. 

Aeon inches closer. Caresses Cowbell’s scarred cheek. Holds him. Studies him. He may never get this chance again–he wants to remember this. To commit every angle, every line, every scar to memory so he never forgets. 

“So pretty,” Aeon mumbles and Cowbell scoffs. Eyes cracking open. 

“Liar.” 

Aeon shakes his head. “Shut up and let me look at you.” 

Cowbell does, eyes still slitted open, watching Aeon’s face intently. 

“Can I?” Aeon asks–doesn’t really know what he’s asking for until Cowbell nods and he does it.  Leaning in to press gentle lips over the scar that bisects a dark eyebrow. And then another over a silverly line cutting across the bridge of his noses. And then his lips are grazing over the scars on Cowbell’s cheek. 

The older ghoul chuckles. “What are you going to do, kiss them all?”

“Maybe.” Aeon mutters, lips dragging over Cowbell’s temple. 

“We’ll be here all day.” 

Aeon hums, unbothered not pulling away. Tasting salt and metal on Cowbell’s skin. “Good.” 

[moth-ghoul]

do not quote me on these being strictly punk songs, i am making shit up and having fun

[the-moth-ghoul]

*there was a soft knocking on the door.*

you okay in there, bud?

*Moth opened the door, the little ghoul wrapped up in a blanket yawning*

Yeah…

[incorrectghostfiles]

I hope you guys know that I'm reading these like the morning paper.

[midnight-moth-draws]

Sketchy Prequelle Rain

[mxmoth]

FAVORITE HORROR FILMS | RHYMES FOR YOUNG GHOULS (2013) Les Films Séville, Dir. Jeff Barnaby Kawennáhere Devery Jacobs, Glen Gould, Brandon Oakes, Roseanne Supernault