#nameless ghoulette oc

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[selkiechild4998]

The Cardinal's Reflection

A sequel to Dark Reflections from Copia's POV of that night :)

Gene- Horror

TW- Death, light gore

Wordcount- 4,135 words

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Copia rushed out of the greenhouse of death as quickly and carefully as he could, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t know why he went along with Primo’s ritual. He knows how dangerous the Dark Reflection can get; many siblings of sin have lost their lives to the ritual. Was it how confident Primo was that had convinced him? Or was it how casually he spoke of the past three times he had performed the ritual successfully? Whatever reason, it was too late to turn back now; the mirror had shattered, linked to both him and Primo by their breaths. They just had to survive till sunrise.

Quickly, Copia walked the Abbey grounds, making his way to the library. Reading has always calmed his mind. They weren’t as good as his games, but tonight, he can’t get sucked into his games. He needed to stay on his feet and could always do that in the massive library. Gravel crunched under his shoes as he walked through the farmland that led to Primo's death garden. The moon shined down from above, full of stolen light from the sun, illuminating the land perfectly for one to walk without needing a flashlight or lantern. Copia had a choice. He could walk through the herb garden and hop a fence or cross the livestock barn. He already knew how clumsy he was, so he took his chance with the barn.

Stepping into the barn, he fumbled to grab his phone to use its flashlight, which provided enough light to guide his path. Hay covered the wooden and concrete floor, muffling the cardinal’s steps. The animals within their stalls were woken by the light of Copia’s phone. The Ministry’s white mare watched him and the cows from their stalls while chewing on cud and hay. The sight of the calm animals soothed his mind at first, that was till he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. His heart skipped a beat, but when he turned to face the source of the sound, the sound of a loud baa made him yelp and drop his phone, it landing with the flashlight shining upwards. When he grabbed his phone, he shined its light up towards where he heard those footsteps but saw nothing.

Copia stood in confusion, having sworn he heard footsteps before hearing something bounding around in the stall next to him. With a shine of his light, he saw four reflective eyes look up at him before baaing. Trotting forwards, a small smile formed on Copia's face, "Hollyhock, Hyacinth, you scared me," Copia chuckled as he patted the two-faced Valais Blacknose lamb on the head. Besides his rats, Primo's precious two-headed lamb is the sweetest animal within the Ministry. The lamb baaed again up at Copia, blinking under the curly black wool on their face before walking to their food trough, where they began to browse at the remains of an alfalfa flake.

As the lamb's heads nibbled at the alfalfa, Copia continued through the barn but paused, hearing the footsteps now out in front of him. "Umm...Ciao?" Copia hesitantly called out, "Is anyone there?" But no voice answered back. Instead, Copia saw something duck out of the barn doors, and despite his better judgment, he followed. When he stepped outside, he saw no one. The Cardinal's only company is the sound of cricket songs and a gentle autumn breeze. "Its... It's just my nerves," He mumbled before walking again to the library.

It took longer than Copia liked to reach the grand, empty halls of the library. Copia padded to the shelves, grabbing a random book from the shelf to begin reading. Book after book Copia read, flipping through pages of the Ministry's history, the dark rites recorded within ancient tomes, and eventually came across a book on the ghouls the Clergy summons. Copia carefully paged through the book, his eyes combing the text and illustrations. He has been looking into ghoul behaviors, knowing with him soon taking the title of Papa, he needs to find a way to bond with the current pack of ghouls his predecessor has.

It was while he was looking over the chapters on quintessence ghouls that he hear the footsteps again. His green and white eyes snapped up, looking up and down the aisle he stood in, straining his ears. Sure enough, he heard the footsteps, slow quiet footsteps, as if the person didn't want to be heard. Fumbling, Copia placed the book back on the shelf, looking around for the source of the steps. He stepped out of the aisle, holding his breath as he scanned the dimly lit reading lounge. When he held his breath, he noticed the footsteps stopped, silence falling before another pair, louder and outside the wing Copia was in.

Cautiously, Copia stepped out, expecting the worst, but let out a breath when he saw his predecessor, Papa Terzo, pass the archway. He saw how Terzo walked, looking for something, so he stepped forward, "Papa, do you need something?"

Terzo looked up, hearing Copia's voice, looking over at the Cardinal. "Cardinal, have you seen Papa Primo?" He asked bluntly, and Copia winced at the coldness in his tone.

"Last I saw, he was at his greenhouse," Copia answered, and Terzo just nodded, turning to head towards the Ministry's farmland. Copia only watched as Terzo walked away. He understood why Terzo was so short with him. He's his replacement, and unlike his brothers, Terzo was humiliated- dragged off stage in front of his ghouls and those at the ritual. He would be angry as well if he were in Terzo's shoes.

Copia was about to turn back to enter the library, but when he saw Terzo exit the grand hall of the building, he saw something shift within the darkness. It was a small motion, one he could have easily missed, but his paranoia didn't let him ignore it, so he stood and quietly watched.

Within the darkness of the grand hall, Copia saw what he thought was one of the ghouls from Secondo's era. The black uniform they wore blended in nearly perfectly within the shadows, but Copia knew this wasn't one of Secondo's ghouls. The uniform also looked slightly torn. The ghoul also didn't match any of the ghouls under Secondo's command. They were small but not lean like Pebble, and instead, they had an hourglass or apple body type. Maybe a ghoulette? No, Terzo has the only ghoulette, and Mist was helping train a new water ghoul for his era as Papa.

Narrowing his eyes, he looked closer at the ghoul, trying to see any defining features that could hint to him just who he was looking at. They wore a hat. It almost looked like a short top hat. "What ghoul around the Ministry wears hats?" Copia asked himself within his mind, "Nursery ghouls? No- chamber ghouls? The Chamber ghoulettes wear bonnets... Ah, but that's a hat, not a bonnet." Copia was so deep in thought that when he looked back at where that ghoul was, he jolted seeing they were gone.

Quietly, he stepped out into the hall, looking for the ghoul. He wanted to call out, but something within him told him not to make a noise as he searched. His nose soon wrinkled when he caught a foul scent in the air, covering his nose as he looked around. It smelt of an old hospital, filled with chemicals and decay. It made the Cardinal want to gag, his eyes watering before hearing a soft giggle. When he looked over, he saw the grand doors of the library close, a spaded tail just narrowly missing getting shut in the door.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Copia walked forward, pushing the heavy door open to peer outside into the night. Once again, he saw nothing, no ghouls or humans. He was about to return to the library before hearing that soft giggle again, a giggle that turned into a soft hum of a tune. Copia found himself stepping out into the night, his arms tucked nervously against his chest, fiddling with his grucifix as he followed the humming.

The humming was a haunting tune but comforting as well. He followed the soft melody, finding the source leading him through the grounds of the Abbey, past the farmland and workshops, and towards the Clergy quarters and offices. He was confused as to why the humming led him here; those in the Clergy would be asleep by now, other than the former Papas. He was about to turn back, but the doors to the old building creaked open on their own, a soft "Little bird," beckoning him from the darkness beyond the door.

He knew better. Copia knows he should run and ignore the voice calling to him, leading him like a siren leads sailors to their doom. But his legs ignored his panicking mind, walked forward, and stepped into the dark corridors of the building. The door closed behind him with a click, and the Cardinal stared out in front of him, looking at the figure standing within the dimly lit hall.

The figure was the same as the one he saw at the library. They were short, shorter than Dewdrop, and dressed in pitch-black robes, similar to Copia's black cassock. The only difference was that the uniform looked dirty, with torn cloth around the hem of the robes and even the capelet resting on their shoulders. It was the black lenses of the owl-esk mask the ghoulette wore that made Copia take a step back. That small display of fear made the ghoulette giggle, the black lenses remaining locked on the Cardinal as she tilted her head to the side.

The lights then flickered, making Copia glance at the ceiling before back at the ghoulette, seeing she was suddenly further down the hall, still giggling as she beckoned the human to follow her. He didn't follow, turning to try pushing the doors behind him open, but found that they were locked or jammed. He looked back at the masked ghoulette, who giggled once again before the lights flickered one more time, and she disappeared. Her message was clear; she wanted him to follow her.

As much as he hated it, Copia forced himself to walk down the hall. The only sound he heard was the gentle taps of his shoes on the tile floor. The silence unnerved the Cardinal, making him feel as if eyes were still watching him. He knows eyes are watching him. He knows that ghoulette is still watching him from the darkness and that he was possibly walking into her trap. Part of him hoped that someone might still be up at this hour or for his predecessors to step out into the hall and scare off the ghoul stringing him along.

When his mind went to the Papas, a small amount of hope sparked in him. It's their game night tonight; they always play throughout the night. They must still be awake. Copia's calm pace turned to a speed walk, looking at the doors he passed and ignoring the sounds of that ghoulette's laughter. He just had to find Primo, Secondo, or hell- he'd take Terzo. Anyone to keep the ghoulette at bay.

The closer he got to the game room, the worse the scent of decay and chemicals became and the louder the giggles got. The moment Copia spotted the door leading into the game room, he sprinted, grabbing the handle franticly with one hand while the other remained over his mouth and nose.

"Papa Primo, a ghoul-" Copia's voice caught in his throat when he swung the door open. The giggling stopped the moment the door was opened, and the foul scent was replaced with another, smoke and copper. Inside the room, it looked as if a nasty fight had broken out. The table and two chairs were tipped on their sides, and there were countless cards scattered on the floor. Copia didn't have long to focus on the state of the room, his eyes meeting the glowing red orbs behind the pitch-black lenses of a mask resembling a vulture.

The fire ghoul stood motionless in the center of the room, smoke leaking from the nose holes of his mask. His uniform was cleaner compared to the quintessence ghoulette, not being as torn up but still noticeably burnt. Copia could hear the ghoul breathing, a deep, hissing sound like an aggravated big cat sending shivers down his spine. It reminded Copia of the noises Alpha would make whenever he would get short with Secondo.

Copia took a cautious step back. He knew just how dangerous fire ghouls can be and didn't want to upset this one any further. When he stepped back, the ghoul let out a deep growl that the Cardinal could feel vibrate in his chest. He was forced to freeze in place, keeping his eyes on the ghoul, watching how his breathing got heavier, huffing out more and more smoke and growling with each exhale.

He needed to escape; he needed to get away, find Primo, and survive. But he couldn't outrun a ghoul, let alone an angry fire ghoul. He needed a distraction. He glanced around, looking for anything he could use, and that's when his eyes landed on the one unturned chair. Without thinking, he grabbed the chair, throwing it as hard as possible at the ghoul before turning and running. The sound of the ghoul's roar shook Copia to his core, the Cardinal running as fast as his legs could carry him. But he could hear the sounds of that ghoul chasing after him, claws scrapping against the stone floor.

He couldn't let this ghoul catch him; he knew if that ghoul got the chance, he would be mauled. The Clergy wouldn't stop finding the pieces to his body. He couldn't let himself end like that. He looked around the halls as he ran, looking for anywhere he could hide. He saw a light coming from a room up ahead. Maybe there was someone still up, or it was Primo? Copia had to take the chance. To be honest, he didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't this.

The room was the morgue, a place Copia often tried to avoid. He had to cover his mouth when he saw the three new bodies in the morgue, his heart sinking within his chest. It was the former Papas, laying motionless on cold metal tables. At first glance, it looked as if they were sleeping, but Copia saw the blood staining Secondo's knuckles. They had been ambushed during their game night. The Cardinal could only stare in horror before the sound of the fire ghoul quickly approaching forced him to run.

He ran, he ran as fast as he could go, the image of the three Papas' bodies burning into his mind. He soon spotted the doors leading to the outside. He remembered the door wouldn't open for him, but that was the only way out. Bracing himself, he lowered his shoulder and ran hard into the door, making it swing open with a crash as he rushed outside.

His shoulder ached from the blow; the Cardinal clutched his shoulder as he kept running, rushing to the Grand Church of the Abbey. He could hide there within the pews or even try his luck at hiding in the confessional booth. Whatever it took to escape the ghoul who was hunting him down.

It wasn't a graceful entrance, Copia scrambling to push the grand doors open, slamming his back against the doors once inside. He couldn't help the scream that escaped him when the fire ghoul slammed into the door, the force nearly knocking Copia to his knees, but braced himself against the doors, holding them shut as he reached to one of the tall iron pillars that were normally used to hold the candles used to light the unholy church's halls. As quickly as he could, he slotted the iron bar between the handles to the door, just in time, as the fire ghoul rammed hard into the door with a snarl.

Copia knew he didn't have much time, quickly turning to run further into the Grand Church, rushing past the empty pews as he heard the sound of giggling return. "No. No, no, no!" He panicked, turning to look back at the old doors, watching as the metal bent with each strike before snapping with a clatter. The fire ghoul stepped inside, smoke leaking from the seems of the black vulture mask.

Copia backed away, his heart pounding in his chest as the fire ghoul stalked forward, his eyes never leaving the Cardinal. Materializing as if from nowhere, the quintessence ghoulette with the owl mask giggled, her head tilting far to the right as she followed the larger fire ghoul. The two slowly walked forward, pushing Copia further into the Grand Church. The Cardinal had no more places left to run; all he could do was back up toward the pulpit and watch as the two ghouls moved to flank him at either side.

"This is it," Copia thought to himself, "This is how I die, mauled by ghouls... why can't we have holloed grounds?" He could feel how hard his heart was beating in his chest; he could hear it in his ears as he watched the two grow closer and closer before suddenly stopping. At first, he thought they were giving him false hope, making him believe that he could survive. That was until he looked down the middle aisle of the hall and saw one more ghoul.

Copia knew they had to be a ghoul, mostly due to the curved, pale antlers resting on their head. Unlike the other two, their uniform was pure white and in perfect condition. There wasn't a single stain, rip, or burn on the fabric. Their mask, at first glance, looked like a normal plague mask, but when they drew closer, Copia could see the stitching in the pale white leather made it look as if the mask was the skull of a raven. Even the lenses were different, being bright red in color instead of the black lenses of the other two.

Copia watched as the earth ghoul stopped just three feet away from the pulpit he stood on, looking up at him behind the red lenses. The heavy scent of sweetgrass and sage clinging to the ghoul. The two stared at each other as if waiting for the other to make the first move. It was the ghoul who moved first. If it wasn't for the beak of the mask moving, Copia would have missed the movement. The ghoul was looking behind him, up at the stained glass windows, before looking back at Copia. The two stared at each other for a moment, Copia swallowing the lump in his throat before mustering up the courage to look behind him, and what he saw made him let out a soft gasp.

Light. The first rays of the morning sun coming to save him. He had survived the night. The wave of relief that washed over Copia was indescribable. When he looked back in front of him, he paused. The three ghouls were gone. He didn't stop to question it. He had survived, and that was all that mattered at the moment.   

It was when he realized he was safe that his body experienced the worst adrenaline dump of his life. While walking back to the clergy quarters, his hands shook, and his legs trembled. He just wanted to rest, to sink into his bed's soft mattress and sleep the day away. He knew he had just a handful of hours before someone would come and wake him.

Eventually, he reached his room, closed the door behind him, and tugged his black cassock off, replacing it with his red sweatpants and black tee-shirt. He fell back hard onto the mattress, groaning as his head hit the pillow. He didn't know how long he slept for, but the sound of four knocks woke him.

"Copia, it's time to get up," Sister's voice called from the other side of the door, "You have a busy schedule today, and we can't fall behind."

"Si, si, I'm up," Copia slurred out, sitting up in bed. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand, its screen reading that it was 9:26 A.M. He was sure the events today would be somber. The Cardinal dressed himself in silence, putting on his black cassock, making himself look as professional as he could and not as if he was tormented by three ghouls in the night.

When he stepped out of his room, he was met by Sister waiting for him. "Come on, hopefully, we're not running too late."

"What are we late for?" Copia asked as he followed Sister down the hall.

"The Clergy arranged a photoshoot to announce your rise to Papa."

That made Copia pause. A photoshoot? What about the Papas? Did he imagine seeing them in the morgue? Quietly, he followed Sister, walking to the Clergy Office.

When they got to the studio, Copia winced at the bright lights shining against the green screen. "Go take your mark," Sister instructed as she gently nudged Copia forward. He was surprised to see Nihil, who didn't look too happy about being part of this photoshoot.

He was about to walk to Nihil's side and ask him for more details about this photoshoot before a brother of sin stepped in front of him. "Hey, Clergy wants you to pose with this," He stated, and before Copia could protest, something heavy was placed into his hands.

His world stopped when he looked at the raven-black hair of the head he held, feeling how the cold blood dripped from his black gloves. He felt as if he couldn't breathe, the edges of his vision blurring as he stared at the lifeless, green, and white eyes of the severed head. He hardly heard the sounds of the people around him, a ringing growing in his ears as he slowly looked up as the flash of the camera temporarily blinded him.

The world spun at the flashes of the cameras, each flash making Copia sink deeper and deeper into his mind. All he could sense was the weight of the head in his hands, the shakiness of his breathing, and the ringing in his ears. It was after the blur of camera flashes did Copia's mind returned to him.

He sat in silence in his room, still in his cassock. He didn't have the energy to change, only stare at his gloved hands and the faint stains that marred the black leather. He didn't know how much time had passed, how long he sat there just staring at his hands. He could still feel the weight of Terzo's head, making his stomach churn as he folded in on himself, clunching his hands into fists.

He stayed like that for hours, hardly even aware of the hot tears rolling down his chees, smearing the black eye makeup he wore. He only looked up when he heard his door suddenly swing open, hitting the wall with a bang.

Standing in the doorway was Dewdrop, the former water ghoul's legs shaking beneath him, his burnt limbs still covered in bandages. His gills had yet to scar over, the slits in his ribs and neck leaking a mixture of steam of smoke as he clutched in his hands a photo. "You," Dewdrop hissed through clenched teeth, limping into the room, "How could you fucking do this?!" He snarled, holding the photo up.

"Why the hell would you do this?! He was my Papa! And you... you," Dew trailed off, frowning when he saw the look in Copia's eyes and how his cheeks were stained with tears. "You... you didn't know this would..." Dew mumbled, his eyes locked on Copia's face and how he stared at the photo.

Copia only looked up at Dew when he lowered the photo, the two staring at each other before a choked-back sob came from the Cardinal. "I...I'm sorry... I'm sorry," Copia sobbed out, his shoulders shaking as he fought back tears. All he could do was sob as Dew quietly sat next to him, unsure of what to do. Silently, he wrapped his arms around Copia, the human clinging onto him as he sobbed, letting his tears flow down his face as he came to grips with his reality.

He has the blessings of the fates; good luck will trail him wherever he goes, ensuring his time as Papa will be one of success and fame. The cost of such luck, to Copia at least, outweighed his reward.

[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