#nameless ghoulette oc

[robboyblunder]

Attack for Cebuwws on artfight of their ghoul OC Fjord! I had a blast drawing her, she's lovely! :D

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[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

The brothers- except for Primo of course- forget that one must not say 'thank you' to Grave. It's a force of habit, they were raised to express gratitude by Primo. And when Copia, Terzo, or Secondo forgets, the phooka loves fucking with them about it. Sometimes she acts offended and tickles whoever it is, until she thinks they've learned their lesson.

Other times, she requests they make her a favorite dessert or meal. On some occasions she's a sly little shit and tells Secondo that she wants an edible or a hit off of his bong.

It takes a while for them to start expressing gratitude in other ways, such as offerings. No matter what, the fae has fun with these goofy old men. Though she wishes Primo was more easily tricked.

[cupfullofpapas]

Random stupidity with Divine and Cardinal Terzo, still feeling like garbo so fear my doodles

[rat-butch]

kofi | commissions | linktree

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commission for @tricksyfishyyyyy of their lovely ghoulette oc guppy! i was really excited about this since i'm a bit out of practice with coloring, especially on textures like metal. and honestly, i think it might be one of my favourite colored pieces i've done yet :)

[library-ducky]

hello my dudes, I have ✨finally✨ crawled out of my exam induced art block void with this piece (that I am very proud of tbh)

everyone, meet @ligovskaya's OC: ENYA, an angel cast down and turned fire Ghoul

*if you squint, you can see bits of her backstory in the background, more can be explained by Bee herself tho ;)*

[anarchysartistry]

Puddle doodles <3 I love her

[ghoodles]

Whump month!! I tried to make it a sort of mix between both days 1 and 2 but i really just ended up focusing on the burn part of it so.. just day one! (thank you to @cirrus-ghoulette for making this!)

GHOST BC WHUMP MONTH DAY 1: BURNS

Characters featured: Sparrow (OC), with a mention of Dew

CWS: Burns, Blisters, Improper burn care, Improper wound care, Blood

Summary: Sparrow finally gets a chance to harness her fire.

Sparrow had never been one with magic.

She’d seen her family and peers use it as second nature, from making cool breezes in the pits of gluttony to warming a cauldron with their own hands in the cold nights that had followed the scorching hot days. She’d seen her friends hunt, an air ghoul removing the air from an animal’s lungs as a fire ghoulette swooped in to cook the flesh. And yet- her magic could not manifest. Close to barely grasp, but not enough to harness, to bring up to her fingertips or any form of her body, until she was pulled out into the cold, yet welcoming Earth. During her visits with the other ghouls, she’d learned about the instruments the Ministry had possessed; Items enchanted to give that small boost to allow the powers to flow out. From then on, he had begun to search for a guitar- the Element of fire, the one he couldn’t reach. In the cover of darkness, the ghoulette had snuck into Dew’s room.

And now, the Stratocaster was in her hands, the low light of the practice room making it harder to see- It’d be too risky to put the lights all the way on, after all. She’d pulled out a spare pick and tabs for a random song- Which one didn't matter, she just had to let the warmth out, to pull the fire out from the depths of her soul and harness it, like everyone else did.

Her hands slowly went to the strings, holding and playing over and over again, trying to engage with the embers deep in her chest, in her soul, in her being. She kept her hands steady, even when the heat had begun to rise up, her brown eyes lighting up in the process, leaning into it to bring it up further- just as the many, many people had told a younger her to do. 

The excitement was short-lived, the joy suddenly turning into pain, a scorching, burning pain as he felt a scream bubbling in his throat, keeping it down and instead trying to play more- maybe the more he played, the more he could control it, as the fire crackled its way through her veins and made its way onto her hands, the heat causing the strings to begin to melt through, snapping them string by string, the metal snapping against her soft hands and allowing for crimson to seep down, with painful licks of fire peeking out from the wounds as she tossed the Stratocaster away, her hands palms up with fire dancing its way up her arms- unable to stop the force even as she tried to pull away from the connection, her breathing quick and pained, stifling the pained exclamations as they tried to bubble up but she wouldn't dare whine or yell, this was her fault and her fault alone.

Maybe she should have tried air, she should have taken a synth or keytar or something other than this, but it was too late.

It took her fifteen minutes in order to calm the raging element down enough, the licks of fire against her forearms dissipating into discolored skin and small blisters that would most likely grow in the morning, but she couldn't care, leaving the discarded guitar as she stumbled back to her room in the dead of night, trying to not gain anyone's attention, even if nobody was there, she had to be sure. This was her own fault, she'd deal with it in the morning, maybe grab some burn creams out of the infirmary or something, but as her head hit the pillow it had all fell to black, as her body attempted to gain the energy to fix the mess she'd made.

Sparrow had woken up late to the sounds of banter outside her room, unable to understand, she groggily stood up, staring at the burns in the mirror, the blisters unsightly, the wounds on her hand a bit cauterized, but not enough to quit the bleeding, which it had done the night prior, leaving crimson stains on the bed. She pulled together an outfit as the conversations outside continued, a black t-shirt with stars on it, blue jeans, and a gray jacket, wincing as the fabric brushed against the burns, taking a couple of breaths as the pain rippled through the forearms. 

After it had become a bit more bearable, she went out to join the banter of the others, her wings occasionally twitching as the fabric had continued to rub against the burns.

It was her own fault, her own carelessness. She'd take care of it soon enough, maybe.

[dewphomet]

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Lovely commission for @ghulehsoleil of hers and their friends Ghoul oc's Soleil and Silas !!

Once again tysm for the opportunity with these sweet ocs! ⛧

[rainstemptation]

Redesigned an OC I had.. New VS Old<3

[majestic-salad]

Tria Prima Ghoul OC’s you love to see them! Suplhur and Mercury belong to my besties <3

[sovaghoul]

Does Feather have a favorite food? A favorite color (perhaps one that she loves wearing all the time? Whether as an accessory or as a main piece?)

Atlas my darling 🖤

(Your tags on your reblog of her inspired me, about her being able to kick your butt 🤭)

Tw/cw for raw meat and blood talk

Since Ghoul digestion is different from humans, she loves a quality cut of raw steak, beautifully marbled with a gorgeous fat cap on one side. Her fangs could easily rend that tender muscle, her tongue darting out to lick the blood from her lips. Though most of the time she doesn't bother with that, letting it dry and stain her skin in pretty dark red rivulets, down her chin and neck and into her cleavage. If there's another Ghoul who'd like to clean it up for her though, she'll allow it.

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

Names have power. A creature as old as Grave knows this. Especially considering what she is. She had no name before Terzo found and adopted her. Merely 'phooka.' But to her, it is something special when he gives her a name. Not only a first name but a middle name to go along with it.

Before they return to The Ministry, she knows that she cannot tell Sister her new name. From how Terzo speaks, this woman is cruel. And someone like that doesn't need power over a fae. She decides to come up with a different name when dealing with Sister.

When orientation goes so wrong, luckily, she doesn't even have to worry. Sister doesn't care to know. When Primo finds the fae distraught afterwards, he doesn't have her complete trust yet. She doesn't know him like she does Omega and Terzo. So, she lies. Says Terzo has not yet named her. The name 'Grave' is shortly decided upon.

But Primo earns her trust soon enough. Funnily enough, it is Copia that is the first to know the name Terzo gave her.

Shailyn Ornella.

MINORS DNI

[lilmiss-purity-xoxo]

Ghoul & Ghoulette oc's reference sheets

Some quick shoutouts;

Thank you @spooky-creamo-for-primo for giving photo reference on primo era ghoul uniforms <33

and Thank you @fossilzfog for over all helping out on a lot of my boys and gal , and involving them with your very lovely oc's <333

[lapinghoulette]

INTRO POST꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

I’m Lapin, a Earth and Air ghoulette :)

I don’t talk much, i’m semi-verbal. I mainly like to use my hands to get what i’m saying through by random gestures or sign language!

I myself tend to get awkward of nervous to hold conversation so please be patient with me, I’d really appreciate it.

I have… floppy bunny ears and like to wear a mask… I think it’s pretty cool!..

I prefer they/them, please use them.

I mainly stay near Brother Lawrence, but- i’d be glad to meet many people!

/)/) ( . .) ( づ♡ More I’d like for you to read!

Blog owner is above 18, the oc themselves are not! Lapin is 10-13, so please be respectful of their age.

I do not mind minors interacting my page because there is no NSFW, and will be none! Thank you!

[avis-ghoul]

// ghroleplay blogs that don't mind interacting with ocs pspspspsps

[owlishanon]

The third ghoul of this pack that I drew so far:

Lilith!

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I love her face but I need to draw her again soon and not hide her whole body behind a shirt like that