#old papa Nihil X oc

[ask-sister-solaris]

“Kiss The Go Goat”

Young Nihil x OC

Cilia and her friend had been lucky enough to get tickets to a concert. It was amazing! The songs were catchy and the lead singer was…hot. Cilia was stood at the front looking up at him the entire time. As one of the songs ended however he knelt down and kissed her, quite passionately, pulling away his makeup now smudged around his lips.

Cilia put a hand to her lips and blushed, not seeing the young blonde on the balcony shoot you a look of jealousy and hatred. The lead looked up at the balcony devastated and looked back at Cilia her friend was freaking out but she was just stood there. Her first kiss…was with a famous singer. She looked up at him and blushed again.

It was then and there Nihil realized. He’d lost Imperator. The one he yearned for, or had been yearning for. He’d never dated outside the ministry or had any romantic attraction to anyone outside the ministry due to his father. His first proper kiss was with a outsider, who was quite good looking. He hadn’t been dating Imperator because he wanted to, but because he was made to.

After the concert was truly over and people had started going home and such, Nihil searched for the woman he had kissed, finally locating her at the gates.

“Mio caro! Wait for me”

He rushed up to her and panted, grabbing her hands. He didn’t want to blow the bands cover, not yet.

“Please…Tesoro, join me tonight for dinner…to make up for that kiss, si?”

Cilia smiled and looked at him bashfully. Was he really asking her out? Or was it another prank from her co-workers. Her friend got in the taxi and she watched as it drove off.

“I’ll join you for dinner, under the condition I am able to stay at your place tonight…long story short…I’m being evicted from my flat and the plan was I stay at my friends but she’s kinda- gone”

Nihils gaze softened and he rubbed cilias knuckles. He didn’t know what it was like to be thrown out but he knew what it was like to..well…be left alone. He nodded and the joy that filled his heart when Cilia smiled…Satanas.

“Si amore mio. I’ll allow it”

The dinner went smoothly, they got along very well, talking about their lives (While it was obvious Nihil hiding something) She didn’t care. He listened to her, he made her feel heard. None of her exs had done that.

“Nihil…I wanted to thank you. For everything. But I can tell your hesitant to tell me something”

He froze and looked down bashfully. He went to speak before Cilias lips connected with his. A small smile quirked up on her lips.

“Nothing could make me hate you. I…I want to get to know you, to bond with you. To learn all your secrets while you unravel mine”

Nihil was very taken aback but relieved. Taking her hand he led her to the Ministry. But she didn’t pull away, or even let out a small gasp. She just smiled. That smile that would make Satanas melt.

A very cross Imperator and a fuming Father was waiting. But upon seeing just how smitten Nihil was, his father backed off slightly. He did care about his sons happiness but he knew that if the girl was to stay, she would have to marry Nihil, be initiated into the Clergy. Otherwise she wasn’t allowed in. Those were the rules. You had to be in the Clergy to even step into the Ministry. If you were to enter with a papa.

[REDACTED Years later]

Nihil was sat in his office looking through a picture book. Most of them were of Cilia on their wedding day, or pictures of during and after her four pregnancies. Cilia herself didn’t look a day over 40, but her body was failing her. She could no longer walk without a stick or walker, she was unable to do things that she could do before such as sewing. She had really bad eyesight so her glasses had to be quite thick. But she would always make sure that her husband was ok.

The funny thing is, even though Nihil is married, he still flirted slightly with Imperator. It was more jokey flirting and Cilia knew it. That’s who her husband was. As for her sons they were still mamas boys despite being in their 50s and 60s themselves.

In Cilias words “Your never to old to be scolded by your mother”

[circle--of--confusion]

The Cardinal and the Seamstress

Hello, all! This is my first Ghost fanfic! I have been in a Dracopia brainrot due to a knitting project I'm formulating and then I saw an edit that got my brain cogs CHURNING. Hopefully you enjoy!

Pairing: (dracopia) Cardinal Copia x OC

Summary: the Cardinal is suddenly thrust into the spotlight and finds solace in the clergy's sewing departments' assistant, Sarah

Warnings: mentions of blood, biting

Words: ~1.7k

Chapter 1 - Introductions and Intrigue

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Cardinal Copia is a man who considers himself someone who cannot be distracted easily. Centuries on this Earth have taught him the focus he needs to bring the Clergy to great success over the years, up to the leadership of Papa Emeritus the Third. Terzo. Lately, however, Copia’s mind keeps wandering while he looks over ancient texts for future Black Mass sermons. There’s... instability brewing amongst the higher-ranking members. Sister Imperator has kept her mouth shut during this whole ordeal. Terzo is no longer going to front the Ghost project but there hasn’t been any word on who will be the next Papa.

At least, this is what Copia tells himself that this is what his mind is occupied about. It can’t help that the new clergy seamstress assistants keep coming to him with fabric samples. Why should he care? Its just a new cassock. What good would his opinion be on fabric? Though, he will admit, heightened senses do make certain material an absolute nightmare to wear.

The past few days have been nagging at him. He’s felt restless. Anxious, even. Copia stands and walks over to his drinks cart. A quick sip of anything to calm his mind! He has an important meeting with Imperator and Papa Nihil today, whatever that may be about.

Tape measure… pencils and eraser… notebooks… Rullers…

 The sound of a door opening broke Sister Sarah’s concentration. A big project is coming upon the clergy sewing department and the upper members have been silent about it to anyone but Sister Amelia, the head of the sewing department.

“I was curious if you were going to be getting here via trike. Ha!” Sister Amelia shouts behind her, chuckling at her joke while walking into the studio space.

A voice responds back. “Oh! Ehe.. You uh.. know about that?”

Cardinal Copia?

Sister Amelia chuckles. “Word travels fast in these hallowed halls, Cardinal Copia.”

“Ah.”  Is all the Cardinal can respond with. His mouth forms an awkward straight line. He looks down to the floor and fidgets with his hands.

Sarah can’t help but be endeared to the old cardinal. Most members of the clergy can be uptight but not Copia. In his devoted service to the clergy, he always seems to be able to bring his own sense of whimsy. His cassocks are well pressed and his hair is slicked back, barely a strand out of place, but he likes to unwind by riding a tricycle around the halls. Who does that?!

“Hello Cardinal! It’s a pleasure to see you.” Sarah says. He looks startled.

“Yes, ciao Sister…” He takes her hand. “Mi dispiace, Sister my mind has been in twenty different directions today” The cardinal responds.

“It’s Sarah, Cardinal.”

“Sarah. Bene.” he bows his head at her.

A small blush spreads to the surface of her cheeks. She stares at her hand after the cardinal lets go. It feels tingly. How odd.

Sister Amelia gestures to Copia and the small platform in the middle of the room. “Please, Cardinal, step onto this platform so we can get your measurements. Oh, Sarah, could you please go and fetch my binder of men’s suit pattern blocks? Our dear Cardinale is going to need a new wardrobe!” She looks back to Copia.

Sarah’s ears perked up. Is Cardinal Copia going to head the Ghost project? Does Papa Terzo know? Am I allowed to know this information?

“Right away!” Sarah responds, dashing to the pattern closet. Lost in her thoughts, it takes a couple tries through the binders to find the correct one. Before leaving she thinks to grab a roll of pattern paper.

“Great instincts in grabbing the pattern paper. I’m thinking we make something… different this time and it will require new pattern pieces to work with.” Amelia looks to Copia. “Cardinal? What would your opinion be if we made the pants more... fitted to you than normal?” Amelia has a smirk on her face that could only lead to mischief. Copia looks like he just might pass out.

“Sister Amelia I am not sure I can fully visualize it but I trust your judgement!” Copia responds.

Amelia nods and gets to work. Over the next 40 minutes she measures Copia while Sarah notes it down. Occasionally she’ll make a note on more fabrics to consider or colors. Copia stands as still as possible and follows the direction of Amelia on when to raise his arms. Sarah notices for this fitting that Copia’s mind seems elsewhere. His eyes wandering off only to occasionally flit back on her through the mirror’s reflection. Even through the reflection in the mirror, Copia’s eyes pierced into her soul. Occasionally the Cardinal’s hands flex in his gloves and then balls them into fists, repeating it a few times before stopping.  

Copia walks into his quarters with a deep, tired sigh. It’s been a long day. His hallway “meeting” with Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil was… enlightening. “New blood” Copia remarks to himself. How ironic. Walking into his bedroom to change he glances at the calendar and immediately his eyes widen at what he has written for the next few days. 

“Merda!” Copia slaps his hands to his face and grimaces. Today is a feeding day! He walks out of his bedroom and over to the refrigerator for the blood bags he keeps on hand for these days. Bless this clergy. His vampiric condition is well known amongst the clergy and volunteers have given their blood to help Copia when he needs nourishment. To at least feel some dignity he fetches a wine glass from the cabinet and pours the blood into it.

Wine glass now filled, he moves to a plush chair in the living room. He lets out a content sigh at the first few sips. How could I let this sneak up on me? He thinks. It’s all the work! The Ministry has asked so much of him in the last few months. And now he will lead the Ghost Project? That couldn’t possibly be what they’re thinking?

He takes another sip of the wine. Sister Sarah? Is she new? Copia ponders if he’s seen her around the halls. She seemed excited to meet him. She must be a recently inducted member of the clergy. Maybe she was just one of the several seamstress assistants Amelia recently acquired and was anxious to get started. Copia hadn’t remembered any faces of the siblings who come into his office with requests from their bosses. He’s so used to people asking things from him he seldom remembers their faces. Only their voices ever seem to register while he pours through his work.

Another sip. Copia is almost fully back to himself. The blood is working well to improve his mood after this hellish day. I wonder if I’ll be seeing more of Sister Sarah at these fittings? Copia looks at his almost finished glass of blood “wine”. Hmm. I wonder what her blood might taste like on my tongue- Cazzo! Copia sits up straighter in his chair. Where did that come from?

Sarah is making her way down to the dining area for dinner after Amelia dismissed her for the day. The Cardinal has not left her mind since their whole encounter this afternoon. His eyes. She cannot get those duo chrome eyes out of her head. Maybe this ministry is all so new still. Sarah thinks. I’ll get used it.

  Food and drink in hand she makes her way to a table to eat. A fellow assistant of Amelia’s flags down Sarah to come eat with him. Alex, she remembers. Very helpful in keeping up with Amelia’s fast paced work. Sarah smiles to Alex for keeping a seat open.

“No worries, newbie.” Alex jokes. “I could tell from across the room you were a bit frazzled.”

“Shes just so… y’know?” Sarah huffs while taking a bite of food.

“Oh. I know. Every new assistant that comes through Amelia’s studio in the beginning gets what I like to call “The Gauntlet”. Full-on chaos for the first month or so.”

 “A month?”

“Or so! Depends on the project.” He muses.

Sarah hangs her head. “I have a feeling this will be longer than ‘a month or so’, Alex.”

“Welp! Stock up on snacks. She likes to pull all-nighters towards the end.” Alex responds kindly.

For a while they sit in silence while they eat. Sarah uses this time to take in all the sights and sounds of the mundane in something as absurd as a satanic ministry. She notices the upper clergy all eating their meals together like how teachers would eat together at lunch in school. Though, she thinks someone is missing. Cardinal Copia.

She turns to Alex. “Hey, where’s Cardinal Copia? It’s dinner time. He’s gonna miss the meal window.”

“Wait. You don’t know? He doesn’t exactly, uh, eat with everyone else all the time.” Alex looks surprised.

“I’m not following.” Sarah responds.

Alex rips off the Band-Aid. “He’s a vampire.”

Sarah laughs. Loud. Some surrounding clergy members turn around in their seats at the commotion. “Oh, wait, you’re serious?” Sarah stops laughing. “He’s a vampire?” Alex nods. “Full-on, blood sucking creature of the night?” Another nod from Alex. “Well, shit.” Sarah sits back in her chair, stunned.

Alex chuckles. “Yeah it always takes new members by surprise. Somehow devils and demons are easy to believe thanks to the presence of the Ghouls. But Copia’s vampirism is drawing the line!”  Alex waives his hands dramatically.        

“So… How does he get blood? Does he ever feed off of anyone?”

“Siblings volunteer to give blood. He needs a good amount to feed off of but only has to do it every 2 or 3 weeks. Depends on his mood and let me tell you-“ Alex warns. “You do not want to be in his way when he’s getting too close to the threshold of feeding.

Sarah nods her head. “Noted.”              

A short while later dinner is done and all the siblings and clergy members head back to their rooms. Alex’s words hadn’t left her mind. Vampire. Her hand, the one Copia held, comes to her mind as well; the buzzy feeling she felt earlier today comes back. That night Sarah dreamed of a particular Cardinal in red. Two-toned eyes circled in black paint and baring sharp teeth. She had dreams of sharp teeth imbedded in her neck sending tingly feelings all over her body while she slept.

I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think :) I aim to update once a week if I can get my brain to work.

[osiiiris]

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✶ Papa Emeritus III

IYRIN - Terzo x OC [Multi chapter COMPLETE]

An Angel in human form gets kidnapped and brought to the Ministry by a group of drunk Ghouls. Papa Emeritus III is summoned to solve the delicate situation and avoid a diplomatic incident with God, but things take an interesting turn. Chapters: 10 + 1

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South of Heaven - Terzo x OC [IYRIN spin off - COMPELETE]

A group of rival satanists attacks the Ministry. Iyrin, now a fallen Angel, is struggling with their new demonic condition, and things between them and Papa Emeritus III are not going as they both expected. Terzo’s revenge against the rival satanists during a Metallica concert only makes things worse. Chapters: 3

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No peace in Hell - Terzo x OC [IYRIN sequel - Multichapter]

Whatever God does, the Devil does better.

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The night of the witch - Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader [One shot]

Papa Emeritus III has asked you to be his altar for the day after ritual. Somehow he manages to make you accept, but before there is a “private lesson” you have to attend to get ready for your role…

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The thing that should not be - Terzo x Omega [One shot]

Terzo is the 20 year old last heir of Papa Nihil and he’s definitely not having fun at his father’s birthday party. Luckily, a big Ghoul is around to save the night…

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The cigarette - These nights always end like this. [Ficlet]

Nothing more than a short rambling of Terzo’s personal way of saying goodbye after a night of love.

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The Third Law - Terzo x F!Reader [Multi chapter - COMPLETE]

Terzo Emeritus is temporarily forced on wheelchair and crutches due to a knee injury. You have to take care of him and his house for a month and a half. Nothing you haven't done before, you’d think. Well, think again. Chapters: 11 (including Prologue and Epilogue)

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Armat Victoria Curam - Teacher!Cardinal Terzo x F!Reader [One shot]

Cardinal Emeritus III is your Latin teacher, and he catches you daydreaming during an important private lesson.

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✍🏻 COMING SOON:

[?] Papa Emeritus III (x occasional OC) [Multichapter]

Risen from the death by his brothers Primo and Secondo, Terzo Emeritus is sent to live out of the Ministry, with the task to plot a coup against Papa Emeritus IV military regime. life outside the Ministry is definitely not what he expected.

Devotion - Papa Emeritus III x all Ghouls [One Shot]

I am here to serve, Your Unholiness. Whatever your will may be, I am ready to fulfill it.

✶ Papa Emeritus IV

Kids temp - Copia x F!Reader [One Shot]

Papa is going to have a day full of meetings and he had been working tirelessly on bureaucratic stuff for days. He must be so stressed, but you are there with only a cup of coffee to relieve his spirit. That can not be the only contribution you can offer to make him feel better, right?

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Part II - Dinner time >>>> Wattpad | AO3 | Tumblr

Horror Vacui - Copia x Phantom Ghoul [One Shot]

Papa Emeritus IV is getting older and tired, but Phantom, a freshly summoned Ghoul who needs to be trained to the new world, is always by his side to relieve his aching soul.

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The winner - Copia x Reader [One Shot]

Copia lost his last chance to win a Grammy. He thinks he is a loser, you think differently.

✶ Multiple Papas

Terzo once told me… - Cardinal Copia x Papa Emeritus III (non related) [Multi chapter COMPLETE]

A tormented, angst-filled one-sided love story between two lifelong friends and how they ultimately destroyed each other. Chapters: 4

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The Devil in your details - young Copia x young Terzo [One Shot]

It was a more or less ordinary evening, an oversized T-shirt, and a possibly too excited Copia. That's what it took to end up in bed together, and for them to enjoy it. No major reason, no jealousy, no trauma or music, because that's where the Devil lie: in the details.

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Cocoon - Cardinal Copia x Papa Emeritus III (non related) [One Shot]

Just Papa Emeritus III and Cardinal Copia enjoying some alone time in their new residence after a long tour. Work outside, cuddles in.

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✍🏻 COMING SOON:

Midnattssol - Cardinal Copia x Cardinal Terzo (non related) [Multichapter]

Cardinal Terzo Emeritus is back at the Ministry after five years of cardinalate in Poland, in time for the Midsommar celebration. Cardinal Copia is happy to see him again… maybe a bit too much.

[?] - All Papas x Mother Superior F!Reader [One Shot]

You are the Ministry’s Mother Superior. One of your duties is to please every Papa as best as you can. Luckily, that is one of their duties too.

Headcanons & ramblings:

Emeritus Family backgrounds

Copia is a sugar daddy for his Ghouls

Papa’s playlists

Terzo and children

Under the Ghouls' mask: I / II

Random ramblings

Papas in Italian cities: Primo | Secondo | Terzo

Fanarts

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That’s all for now. Take care and stay lubed 🔥

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[can-of-pringles]

Pringle's Ghost-Verse

This is a general masterlist of my Ghost band headcanons/AU lore, and my writing and art. You can find everything in the tag #pringles ghost verse

Fanfiction

[Silas x Copia]

When I'm Alone With You - Silas x Copia (A03 verison)

Watch the World Go By - Silas x Copia Christmas fic by @/practically-an-x-man (not canon but still a great read!)

Roses and Tulips - Silas x Copia Valentine's Day fic by @/practically-an-x-man (haven't decided if it's canon or not)

[Other]

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General/Headcanons/Lore

[Papa Nihil (and family, etc)]

Betty Emeritus Aesthetic Collage

Art of Sister Elizabeth (Betty) at 18

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[Papa Nihil & Sister Imperator]

My Sister x Nihil Spotify Playlist

How Sister feels about Copia

Explaining the Dance Macabre music video in my lore

Sister Imperator fashion aesthetic image collage

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[Primo (and family, etc))]

Lucy Clarkson Aesthetic Collage

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[Secondo (and family, etc)]

Dafne Santoro Aesthetic Collage

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[Terzo (and family, etc)]

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[Copia (and family, etc)]

Why Copia always wears gloves

Copia having undiagnosed joint issues

Copia's pet rats

Copia's room

How Copia feels about Sister Imperator

How Copia copes with missing his brothers

Kid Copia drinking a juicebox

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[Nameless Ghouls]

My Nameless Ghoul designs

Bonus Nameless Ghoul designs

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[Other]

My headcanon about the white eye

The Papas' favorite flowers

Characters' names and short bios

Character orientation headcanon

My Papas' Heights headcanons

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Silas Petersson

Silas' Spotify Playlist & Songs Silas Would Listen To

Silas' Toyhouse

Silas with skull paint art

Silas sweeping art

Silas' Ministry Welcome packet

What Silas knows and doesn't know about the Ministry thoughts

Silas' southern mannerisms thoughts

A sketch of Silas by @/practically-an-x-man

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Silas x Copia

Silas x Copia Spotify Playlist

First fanart I drew

OTP Questions Ask

Copia helping Silas when he feels homesick thoughts

Copia writing secret songs for Silas thoughts

Copia comforting Silas sketches

If Silas went to the beach house thoughts

Copia and Silas sketch

Silas x Copia moodboard

Silas and Copia greyscale drawing

Silas teaching Copia non Ghost songs on the piano ask

Silas and Copia bringing out the good in each other thoughts

Silas and Copia cuddling because the Ministry can get cold thoughts

Silas and Copia incorrect quote shenanigans

Copia and Silas holiday asks

Copia and Silas concert fluff ask

A list of romantic stuff Copia and Silas do as a couple

Silas, Copia, and the pet rats ask

An ask about Silas and Copia celebrating their anniversary

Silas and Copia art

Cute sketch art of Silas and Copia

Angst thought of Silas and Copia and marriage

How Silas feels about calling Copia Papa

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Pigeon Ghoul

Ref sheet (and Toyhouse)

Low quality Pigeon meme doodles

Why Pigeon wears an old mask

Spinning Pigeon gif (disco version)

Pigeon art

Pigeon ask

How Pigeon got their name

Some Pigeon sketches

If Silas and Pigeon met

A colored sketch of Pigeon for ace week

A sketch of Pigeon with their Omnichord

First attempt of Pigeon cosplay

Angsty Pigeon thoughts of how alone they feel

Traditional Pigeon doodles

Two new Pigeon Artfights

Pigeon doodle ask

Official Pigeon cosplay pictures (Halloween edition)

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Other Ghost OCs (Hanna and Kersti)

[Hanna Ekström]

Hanna's Toyhouse

Hanna ask

Hanna visiting Silas at the Ministry thoughts

Hanna and Silas ask

Hanna, Kersti, and Pigeon Artfights

Another Hanna Artfight

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[Kersti Beck]

Kersti post and Toyhouse

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[lilspacewolfie]

Ghost for the ask game!

Send me a fandom/series in my askbox:

1. The first character I first fell in love with:

Copia! I came into the fandom exactly a year ago this month and started with the chapters. Absolutely fell in love with him as Cardinal and then followed his journey and consumed everything.

2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:

Honestly it has to be Primo and Secondo. While it took me a minute to realise how much I adore Terzo, and how become incredibly dear to me he’s become, I really found a deep appreciation for Primo and Secondo, more so when I started writing them in my fic!

3. The character everyone else loves that I don't:

Gonna ruffle some feathers probably, but Sister Imperator and Nihil.

4. The character I love that everyone else hates:

Probably Terzo as well? I don’t know, but I feel like he gets a lot of hate??

5. The character I used to love but don't any longer:

I don’t have any! Sorry!

6. The character I would totally smooch:

Terzo and Copia are getting smooched 🥰

7. The character l'd want to be like:

Again, either Terzo or Copia. I’m probably a bit more Copia leaning, but I would love to have Terzo’s confidence and carefree attitude!

8. The character l'd slap:

Mister Salt, Imperator and Nihil. I really can’t stand any of them 💀

9. A pairing that I love:

I have a few! Copiiia, firstly, simply because my Devil!Terzo verse falls under that umbrella in terms of tagging and characters. But I also adore Terzomega and Papa x reader/oc stuff (I have my own oc story that’s been in my brain for yonks). There’s some really cute, well written fics and fluff floating around in this fandom!

10. A pairing that I despise:

I’m not a ghoul person so I guess that? To be honest, I don’t despise any parings or ships or what have you. I’m too old for that shit lmao. I’m very much a you do you person as long as you’re not physically hurting anyone irl, who cares. I guess I don’t despise pairings, just despise how awful people can be when it comes to fictional characters and stuff like that. But no hate to any pairings. Don’t like don’t read and all that. Go off and be free with your little creative brains 🖤

[you-know-honey]

Curse of Twins

Papa Nihil x Oc (you)

Chapter I: Sisters

Summary: Death is close to knocking on Sister Imperator's door and she knows it, it is time to tell the truth.

Word count: 1711

Note: bad English, this is all from fans to fans. creative freedoms.

"Are you sure about this, Sister Imperator?" A sister of sin asked hurriedly as she walked next to Sister Imperator who, given her age, was walking faster than normal.

"Of course, sister. I wish to end this as soon as possible, it is only a formality for the Clergy." It wasn't like that, the Clergy didn't care that much about his life.

"But it's your private life Sister Imperator!" The young sister of sin begged her not to expose herself to everyone like that, perhaps by knowing her as the human person that she was, everyone would lose the respect or rather the fear that she instilled in everyone under her charge.

Sister Imperator's heels clicked in the cold and lonely hallway of the fourth floor, three floors below, a biographer was waiting that she had hired for this very important work. Every moment mattered because as time passed the memories in her mind began to become cloudy and she could not allow that in any way.

The Clergy had warned that they could not tell anything about them. Fuck them, she wouldn't talk about them, she'd talk about her, both of them. Of his life and he would let only a few people read it, because he was incapable of saying such things in the face of the people he had deceived all his life.

The young nun's mouth opened once more, trying to convince her of something she herself was ready to do, a last tribute.

"Sister!" I called his attention rudely "The decision has been made, I would appreciate it if he would stop trying to change it and get out of here. It's an order." He stopped walking just to look at her face and give her those looks that chill anyone's blood.

"As you wish, Sister Imperator" the young woman said in a whisper and she left quickly until she disappeared around the corner of a hallway.

Sister Imperator sighed and continued on her way. 50 years ago she did not set foot in that place, everything seemed to have been preserved in time, she could breathe and feel back in her 20s, hear the laughter and footsteps of the children who were now grown men in the service of the Clergy. A nostalgic tear escaped her cheek as she continued walking with her eyes closed, imagining that she was returning to the good times, before everything was so complicated and twisted.

Her legs carried her to an old wooden door carved with the 9 rings of hell, she touched the tattered old wood, remembering times where was bright and firm. She grabbed the doorknob and turned it, the old and stored air filled her lungs accompanied by immense clouds of dust that covered her clothes and hair. As if that were nothing he took a step inside.

It was portal in time, to the beautiful 60s. The windows decorated with translucent curtains with psychedelic flowers that reflected their designs on the floor, the record player on the carpet in the center, the vinyl records of Nancy Sinatra, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, The Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin, the favorites of the moment, the beaded curtain on the bathroom door, the music festival posters hanging on the walls, the rugs at the foot of the beds with a pentragram, the nightstands full of books and cigarette butts, the overflowing closet of clothes, dressers with makeup spread and red lipstick kisses on the mirror, perfectly made beds, one of them with a goat doll that I used to remember calling Baphy…Those were the good '60s.

Time had taken its toll on the place as well as itself, nothing was like before and only shadows remained of what that room was, its memories were covered with dust until they were devoured by moths.

She approached the dresser, the white wood was unpainted and at the slightest touch it would fall to dust, on it there was a framed photograph, its glass was opaque and with several thick layers of dust. Sister Imperator could see herself, a tall, slender blonde girl in a black dress and platform heels, a malicious and knowing smile between her and her reflection in her mirror. However, her reflection had a sweet touch in her gaze.

She took the painting and clutched it to her chest, wishing she had more than a photo to hug, but it's all that was left.

They had such happy smiles, she could even remember the night of that photo, it was her first "mission" for the Clergy, they looked so happy and excited. If she had known the ending, she would have burned him and the place without thinking.

The young woman in the chair was totally nervous, perhaps it was because of the huge painting of Lucifer behind the chair behind the desk, the atmosphere of the place or the person who had hired her.

Two weeks ago he had received a strange email from a woman who called herself Sister Imperator offering a fabulous amount of money for her services. At first she did not take it seriously, she was a recent graduate and the well-paying jobs that come from nothing were always obvious scams. After a few days that same woman had called her, she had been tempted to say no but something in her tone or perhaps in the way she said it made her accept.

A van that had all the earmarks of kidnapping children on Halloween had picked her up 2 hours ago, the driver had been very friendly, a boy with a kind smile. When he arrived he saw the facade of a huge religious institution.

She was left alone at the entrance, where a very kind and cheerful girl took her to the office where she was now.

I expected to see large crosses, suffering saints, Bible paintings and nuns with an extra habit covered, but that was clearly not the case. He found himself in a satanic ministry, although he knew that they were generally down-to-earth people, the more paranoid part of she feared that would end up as a human sacrifice in some kind of ritual.

She pressed her briefcase against her legs as she turned in the chair, she was beyond nervous and she could feel the sweat on her forehead. She had brought what was necessary, a recorder with a USB connector and your laptop, in addition to the classic notebook and several pens.

15 minutes had passed and the woman who had hired her still had not appeared at the door, nor had she been allowed to go to the bathroom as she had requested, not because she had any need, she wanted to wash her face and freshen up first but it was a denied request. She couldn't even go out to take a look at the hallway because she could see the shadow of feet behind the door and long blonde hair behind the opaque glass window of the door, so that wasn't an option either.

The office was decorated as you would expect, with the slight difference of satanic figurines and Luciferian painting. The shelves were full of books, there was a kind of small living room, with comfortable navy blue velvet sofas, a small table with some stains from coffee cups and a fireplace with some somewhat strange photos, perhaps the least strange was the of a young blonde kissing the cheek of a boy with face paint, they looked deeply in love, their white clothes were stained with what looked like blood. The window overlooked the center of the abbey, a fountain, some people passed by, nuns with revealing habits and even the boy with the pretty smile passed by that place.

The young biographer sighed, looking at her watch, while her nervous leg tapped the ground. The blonde hair behind the door moved and she could hear the murmur of voices outside. It opened and a small, gray-haired woman walked through the door, with a lively, mischievous smile. The young woman quickly stood up and extended her hand towards the woman.

"There's no need." she told him as she sat in her chair, behind the huge painting of Lucifer.

The young woman kept her hand and sat down again looking at the woman, the nervous play of her hands gave her away in front of Sister Imperator, who smiled, her nervous movements reminded him of her dear Cardinal Copy .

"I'm Sister Imperator," she said, moving her chair closer to the table. "Do you know why she's here, young lady?"

"He hired me to do her biography, lady" the girl responded quickly.

"That's right, I need you to put everything I'm going to tell you on paper. Can you do that?" Questioned, the young woman got nervous and just nodded her head several times. "But let's not forget the formalities" the woman took out a sheet of paper from one of her drawers and slid it to the young woman "It's a contract, read it."

The girl took the sheet of paper in her hands, feeling like she was dealing with the devil himself, she read it a couple of times, before putting it back on the desk.

"Have you read it yet?" Sister Imperator's tone was sweet, but in the young girl's heart it was like finding a razor in an apple.

"Yes"

"Everything that happens in this room is something that only you and I should know. I only want 6 copies, I will take care of the printing myself, you only have to give me the final copy. Will you sign?" Sister Imperator extended a red pen with cute gold carvings, it must be valuable.

The young woman reached out with her trembling hand and took the cold pen in her hands, she removed the cap and with Sister Imperator's gaze on her, she slid the pen across the paper, the red ink formed her signature and she felt an enormous shiver run through her ribcage along with a delicious feeling of peace.

The deal was done here and in hell.

Hello! I mean I hope you like this little fic, there's something about the young Papa Nihil that just makes him irresistible in my eyes.

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

A little rest for the wicked

A/N: Looks like I'm getting my mojo back! Sorry it's so short. OC x canon character on my blog? More likely than you'd think! Reblogs are appreciated! No minors!

Fandom: Ghost (band)

Characters: Special Ghoul (Phil), Terzo, Grave

Warnings: Tickles as usual. Don't like, don't read.

Summary: Phil is overworking himself as usual. Since Grave is a little closer to him, Terzo sends her in his place to order him to take a break. Phil winds up needing persuasion.

Italian translations:

Fatina: Little Fairy

Diavolina: Little Devil

Brava Ragazza: Good girl

~ ~ ~

With her garden and headstone duties done, Grave began to head back inside, feeling rather thirsty. Summer was right around the corner. It was getting warmer and warmer every morning. As she wiped her brow, Primo approached her.

"There you are, fatina," he greeted, "your papa needs you for something."

Grave's ears twitched. "Is he alright?" She asked.

"Terzo's fine. He didn't say what it was. Just that he's looking for you."

She nodded. "Thank you, Papa Primo." And off she went.

Terzo was in his quarters, studying the ancient summoning rituals, trying to familiarize himself better with the Latin. He wasn't upset in the slightest that the newest member of the band- really The Ministry- was a pooka. He had found himself rather attached to Grave, actually.

He simply wanted to make sure that the next time he attempted a ghoul summoning that he had his pronunciation correct. Primo had assured him that summoning a ghoul was not a simple task and it would come more naturally with time. He still was fairly new as Papa after all. Nihil was not nearly as understanding but Primo had remedied the old bastard.

Terzo had left his door cracked for his new ghoulette. She poked her head inside the room, making the noise of a bat chitter.

"Papa? You needed to see me? All is well?"

He was slightly startled, being engrossed in his readings but as soon as he heard her voice and saw her, he smiled.

"Yes," Terzo replied, meeting her at the door and welcoming her in, "you're not in trouble or anything, so don't worry."

She was in her 'ghoulette' form this morning, he noted. Suppose it was to fit in better with the ghouls. After all, she still felt out of place.

"Papa Primo said you needed me?"

Terzo chuckled and ruffled her short, crimson hair, lightly scratching at her scalp, making her purr.

"Yes. I have a job for you, diavolina. I'm worried about Phil. Imperator and Nihil have not allowed him a break in a while. I'm sure you know, he handles our social media stuff. He's responsible for giving interviews on our behalf, writing articles, running our online accounts. He hasn't let his vessel rest for a long time."

Grave's brows furrowed. "What does that have to do with me? You did say those horrible people won't give him a break."

Terzo smirked. "I may have put in some demands this morning. We're tired of them too, Grave. Believe me. Imperator especially."

She nodded. She had seen how they treated the ghouls, and brothers. It was infuriating at the very least.

"As for you.... He won't listen to me. He's still very much in work mode. So, if he won't see reason with me, maybe you can get him to rest."

The pooka blushed. "Me? I- em, I... dunno about that."

Terzo snickered, rubbing her horns.

"Aww, come on. I've seen how look at him! It's cute!"

She groaned with embarrassment, wishing she had a mask like the others. Her cheeks were as red as her hair. ....Had she been so obvious about her crush?

"Papa.... ugh. Alright, alright... of course I'll help."

Terzo grinned. "Brava ragazza! I'll make your favorite chicken dish for lunch!"

Lunch... that was it! At once, Grave formed a plan to get Phil to rest. She smiled at Terzo excitedly.

"I know what to do! I'll tell you how it went, when I'm done!"

Terzo watched fondly as she hurried out, smiling softly. That was his girl. He was finding out she was a quick and efficient thinker. He knew she would think of something to help the poor, overworked ghoul.

Once in the ministry cafeteria, Grave began looking for ingredients. Anything she could make and bring him. In a few minutes time, she found what she needed for scotch eggs, bruschetta bread, and some left over chicken from the night before, she could repurpose.

She spread some tomato sauce over two thick slices of the bread, followed by some mozzarella, sliced tomatoes, garlic, rosemary, and a drizzle of olive oil. She put it in the oven to toast, while she worked on the chicken.

Secondo had cooked chicken piccata, about a week back with Grave watching intently. He normally was irritable with those that insisted on watching him cook but it had been for learning purposes, so he allowed her.

It wasn't too terribly complicated. She was only missing the capers but she'd salt it well. The final item was the scotch eggs. It took nearly an hour and a half but she could finally do what Terzo asked of her. She put the food on a tray, before remembering to get him a glass of wine.

Her heart thudded in her chest, nervously. What if he didn't like it? Nothing was burnt, so hopefully he'd be willing to eat. She had to knock on his door twice, due to knocking too softly the first time.

"Who is it and what do you need?" He tried to disguise how tired he was but the irritability and exhaustion just spilled out.

"It's Grave.... I brought you lunch."

There was silence on his end, mainly because he was processing that someone had thought of him enough to fix him something to eat. After a minute, he opened his door, his eyes widening at the mini feast before him.

"Papa's worried about you.... He's ordered you to take a break."

Phil chuckled softly, motioning her to follow him.

"So, that's why you did this?"

Grave handed the tray to the demon, whose nose was twitching as he licked his lips. Those eggs looked especially tasty. She fidgeted with her tail.

"Well, I mean, technically yes but honestly, em, I- I woulda made you something anyway...."

She blushed, rubbing the back of her neck bashfully. He admired how her cheeks turned pink and how her fangs showed off just a little as she smiled shyly. She was a pretty little creature.

"You didn't have to," Phil replied, after swallowing a bite of his chicken, "but I appreciate it more than you'll ever know."

They sat in content silence as Phil continued to eat and sip on his wine, occasionally the silence was broken by him wanting to get to know her better. He made mental notes about her, such as her love of seashells, her favorite color, the little things that made her unique.

Unbeknownst to the púca, Phil found himself attracted to her as well. But he was still reeling from the loss of his mate, Mist. She had rebelled against the clergy resulting in her death, two years before. He felt wrong for having eyes on another so soon afterwards.

Nonetheless, his tail swayed behind him contently, his stomach full in no time. He even finished off the wine, before flopping back over on his bed with a groan.

"Look, just tell Terzo that I simply cannOT- AH!"

A swift poke to the ribs, made him yelp and snicker.

"Hey! Don't you even think about it!"

His twitched behind him, as he grinned nervously at her. He knew her fondness for fuckery such as tickling, and he didn't wish to be on the receiving end! She had nearly murdered Copia from the sounds of it the day before, and even Terzo had not been spared his phooka's mischief!

"Yeah? What if I want to?" She smirked, causing the human referred sensation of 'butterflies' in his stomach.

She poked him on the belly this time, causing him to snicker again. "Don't! I'm full!"

"Then take a break and I won't be forced to take such drastic measures, Phil!"

He shook his head, deciding to make his bed and lay in it. She was going to tickle him regardless, anyway, so might as well make things difficult. She sighed dramatically, her hand reaching up to scratch and tickle his scalp, being gentle so as not to upset his stomach and make him sick. He did just eat after all.

Phil broke immediately, his nervous chuckles quickly evolving into giggles, as his shoulders shrugged up in a futile attempt to protect himself.

"N-No, wait a minute!" He spoke through his laughter, only endearing himself further to Grave.

She admired how wide his grin was, how his nose scrunched up when he giggled. How lucky she was to see this without his mask. Her fingers tickled down to the back of his neck, causing a startled, near shout to be ripped from him. He covered his face with his hands not wanting her to see his blush. He attempted to roll into a ball, but Grave's fingers found his spine, making him cackle in shock.

"Gonna take a break?" The phooka asked with a giggle of her own. Her fingers scratched incessantly at his spine, bringing his laughter up by a few notes.

His tail thrashed- almost wagging- as his laughter grew in volume. His legs began to kick as well, causing Grave to switch spots, squeezing his sides. His cackles died down to frantic giggles once more.

"Grave, please! This is torture!" He didn't know if he truly meant that

After all, he hadn't had a good round of belly laughter since Mist had met her untimely, unfair end. Perhaps he needed this. These were the thoughts Grave had heard. Had there been any negative thoughts, she most certainly would have stopped. A new thought caused her to chuckle, continuing to gently pinch his sides like a lobster.

"Oh, so after I finish makin' you nearly piss yourself, you'll take that break, eh?" She grinned.

Phil groaned through his laughter, embarrassed that she had been reading his mind. ...Dear dark lord, he hoped she hadn't pried too much! He'd die on the spot, were she to know he was interested in her, this soon after her summoning!

'Shut up! He attempted to demand, but her fingers scurrying up his ribs made him snort.

"Awwww!! Do that again!" Grave nearly squealed.

Her fingers travelled higher, coaxing out more snorts. She gently pried his hands away from his face, admiring how his eyes seemed to glow.

"Much better! Now, I can see that adorable smile!"

The Phooka resumed her work, causing Phil to writhe beneath he fingers, howling with laughter. Mountain was passing by, wondering what had gotten him to laugh like that. Oh well, another story for another day. It was a nice change, though. He hardly smiled these days.

Phil nearly hit the ceiling when she began gently nibbling at his neck, while tickling one of his horns. He wrapped his arms around his midsection, trying to cope the best he could with the maddening sensations. At least she was gentle and his stomach wasn't queasy. He could give her that much.

When her fingers crawled up his shirt to get the sensitive skin of his stomach, he nearly squealed, his tail nearly a blur as he now fought to poke her back. if there was one spot that drove him mad, it was most certainly his stomach much to his embarrassment. He now held on to Grave's shoulders, her claws on his skin getting worse with every skitter and scratch.

"Please! I- I-" His words were interspersed with more cackles.

Grave decided to stop. He was tiring and she didn't want to push him too far. She smiled fondly at him, stroking one of his horns, making him purr as he calmed down.

"Gonna take your break?"

Phil nodded breathlessly, still grinning himself. "Yes! Yes, I won't work for the rest of the day!"

She giggled and purred as well, bonking her head against his, in a display of ghoul affection.

"Heh. Terzo teach you that one? Everyone knows your pretty much his baby."

Grave now blushed, her tail swaying to and fro, Phil barked a laugh at this.

"Aw, don't be embarrassed. It's sweet, honestly. Terzo's always spoke of his desire to be a father. He just... isn't allowed really. He has to keep up the illusion that he's eligible for fans, so to speak. So, The Ministry forbids relationships."

She nodded, still flustered that he had pointed it out. Phil scratched her scalp, pleased with the shiver and giggle he got out of her, making him smirk.

"You're ticklish too, Grave. Don't think word doesn't travel quickly between we ghouls. I'll get you back eventually, I-"

He paused, a yawn escaping him. "Fuck, I... I need a nap," he admitted. "It's been too long since I've had a good sleep."

Grave got to her feet, smiling softly at him. "I'll leave you to it."

"Thank you... Uh, tell Terzo thank you for me as well. I'm glad, honestly. If he hadn't said whatever he did to Imperator and Nihil, I wouldn't be getting this break today."

"Of course. Have a good sleep!"

Before she left, he took a chance before he could stop himself.

"Hey, uh, would you like to uh, go on a nature walk sometime?"

Her ears perked up. "Oh... I- I'd love to."

Phil smiled. "Sounds like a plan. I'll ask Terzo to pull some more strings next week."

"Ok! I look forward to it! Sleep well!"

Grave took her leave, going back to Terzo to report her success. Just as he predicted. He knew his fae would get the job done, somehow. As he promised, he made her favorite chicken for lunch and even gave her an offering of strawberries for a job well done.

When she informed him of Phil's wish to go on the nature walk, Terzo chuckled and ruffled her hair.

"I believe I can arrange that. Well done today, Fatina." He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to his side.

Imperator had tried to make him send her back but he had refused. She had her place here. She may have been a fae among demons, but she was still accepted by the others, all the same.

He hoped she and Phil got together. They'd make a cute couple, he thought. Maybe she'd be the one to help Phil heal.

[ghouligancentral]

Double Trouble

Rain x Reader x Swiss Rated 18+ for NSFW content

Summary - You happen to catch the attention of two ghouls when your heat unexpectedly starts

Ghoul reader

AFAB/Fem reader with gender-neutral pronouns

A/N- This one took a LONG time for me to finish. Lately, I haven't had much free time, but that's not going to stop me from writing smut! This was written for a prompt I was sent about two months ago (sorry it took so long). This work features two OC sisters, Margery and Colette. I love them dearly and have even written about them before (I didn’t publish it, let me know if that is something you all would like to read). As always this is NSFW content so do not read it if you are a minor or do not want to consume such content.

Enjoy

“Well you look awful,” Sister Margery utters as you shuffle over to her in the dining hall. You know she is right.  

“Thanks, but that’s rich coming from someone who used to babysit Papa Nihil when he was a child,” you grumble in reply before taking a slow sip of your tea. 

“That’s not what I mean,” Margery rolls her eyes before responding to your quip,” For your information, I am, in fact, the same age as Sister Imperator.” 

“Like that’s any better,” you huff under your breath. This comment earns you a stern glance from the older woman, but she decides to keep any retorts to herself. 

“How unwell are you?” she questions, her tone becoming more serious.  

A groan escapes your lips as you slump down a little further in your seat. It all started last night, around midnight to be exact. You had woken up in a cold sweat, your heart pounding as though it were going to escape your chest. The rest of your night had been spent falling in and out of a feverish haze of sleep. 

“Ladies,” Sister Colette chirps as she skips over to the both of you with a plate of food in hand. 

“How are you both—- Oh great hells child!” Colette exclaims when she sees the state you are in,” what happened to you?” 

The younger of the two women is quick to set her things down before moving to look you over. Before you can ever respond to her, she is already inspecting you. 

“You’re burning up,” Colette states as she places her hand against your forehead. The gesture is appreciated but being poked and prodded right now is what your body wants. As she continues to examine you, you can feel an irrational anger bubbling up. 

A small growl escapes you and your lips curl up into a snarl, this is the only warning poor Colette gets before you snap at her, your fangs just barely grazing against her knuckles. 

Both you and Colette stare at each other with wide eyes, shocked by the action. Usually, your weapon of choice was sarcasm, this was the first time you had ever done anything of the kind to a sibling. Sure you had sparred with a couple of the ghouls before, but you had never been aggressive with one of the Abbey’s human residents. 

“I’m so sorry,” you stutter out,” I...I have no idea why I did that.” 

“It’s because you’re about to be in heat,” Margery utters from across the table before flipping to the sports page of the news, seemingly unconcerned about the situation. 

“What?” 

Margery let out a sigh before she carefully folded the newspaper. Your eyes flickered back and forth between Margery and Colette as the older woman set the paper aside. 

“But I’m not old enough, am I?” you question. Even though you are 206 years old, you are still quite young for a ghoul. 

“You are on the younger end of the scale but you are old enough,” Margery replies. 

“Well Rain is only two years older than me, so how come he hasn’t been through a rut yet?” you question. 

“That’s because male ghouls take longer to mature. Did they teach you none of this?” Margery asks with an annoyed expression. You just shake your head ‘no’ in reply. Margery lets out a long sigh as she pushes herself back from the table so that she can stand up. 

“Hmmph! This place is going to heaven in a handbasket, isn’t it? I’ll have to discuss this lack of ghoul education with Sister Imperator,” the older sister grumbles as she begins to make her exit. 

“Where are you going?” Colette calls out after the other woman. 

“I’m going to go let the senior clergy know what’s going on. Take [Y/N] back to your room and wait until I get back,” Margery shouts as she reaches the door, “ oh, and make it quick. The others are already starting to notice.” 

Both you and Colette look over in the direction in which Margery indicated and are met with a set of glowing eyes belonging to a certain multi-ghoul. His intense gaze is locked onto you, far beyond caring about what the water ghoul beside him is rattling on about. His face is tense all of him seems to be on edge. The expression Swiss wears is one of anger mixed with desire, his hand is gripping his fork so tightly that you can see the metal beginning to bend. 

His attention is triggering some strange sensation to well up inside of you. Your heart begins to beat faster as your mind becomes hazy. A thin layer of sweat begins to form on your skin even though the room is cold. It is as though he has got you hypnotized. Even with the blush rising on your cheeks you cannot seem to look away. Everything in your being is telling you to go to him. 

“We need to go,” Colette whispers to you as she grabs your wrist. Her actions snap you out of your trance-like state and you are quick to follow her out of the room. You finally break eye contact with Swiss to weave your way to the exit, but you can feel his eyes watching you the entire time. Before you leave, you cannot help but turn back to get one last glance at the multi-ghoul. You are met with the sight of Rain trying to see what has got Swiss so mesmerized. The water ghoul then follows Swiss’ line of sight straight to you. Upon seeing you, he flashes you a smile and a wave. His gaze is nowhere near as intense as the multi ghouls and you have enough clarity to wave back at him before Colette pulls you out to the dining hall. 

You are quickly ushered to Sister Colette’s room. 

“Well make yourself comfortable,” Colette quips as she plops down onto her bed. You slowly shuffle over and take a seat beside her. Silence surrounds the two of you as you sit, waiting for Margery to arrive with instructions. 

“I’m sorry,” you utter, feeling your cheeks heat up a little. 

“Huh?” 

“I’m sorry about snapping at you earlier. I’d never really want to hurt you,” you explain as you cast your gaze to the stone floor, attempting to avoid any look of anger or betrayal her eyes may hold. You had always made a conscious effort to make the human members of the clergy feel safe around you. The ghouls can often be scary upon the first introduction so that's why you are the one who new siblings are often introduced to first. 

“I know,” Colette sighs as she brings a hand up to gently rub your back, eliciting a purr from you,” I know you would never mean to hurt me or any of the other clergy.” 

Slowly you raise your gaze to meet hers and find that she is offering you a soft smile. 

“Thanks,” you whisper back as the tension in your muscles starts to ease up. 

You both jump when the door slams open before Margery, joined by Sister Imperator, enters the room. The look on Margery’s face combined with the fact that Sister Imperator is present indicates that whatever is about to happen isn’t going to be good.

“It seems that you have started your heat sooner than expected so I’m afraid we are going to have to separate you from all of the other ghouls,” Sister Imperator sighs, “It is too close to tour for us to take the risk of you triggering anyone else’s heat or rut.” 

The breath you’ve been holding is let out as a sigh of defeat. You lower your gaze to the ground, knowing exactly where they planned on locking you away. The east wing, this part of the abbey, had all but been abandoned around 50 years ago. While it was still structurally stable, it was rarely visited by any of the clergy and was only used as a holding area for the ghouls when they were in heat or rut. Often, most of the ghouls had their heat around the same time so they would just all be housed together for that time. 

You remember your first time with the other ghouls in the east wing. While you had expected wild debauchery, what you found was quite the opposite. Most of the others spent their heat curled up in the arms of their mates, while the others, like you and Rain, who were not old enough to go through heat, spent most of their time playing board games and just roughhousing. Honestly, you often looked forward to that time since you got to spend time with the other ghouls just being ghouls, with no siblings to have to worry about frightening or hurting. But this time would be different, since your heat had started seemingly out of nowhere, you were going to be housed alone. It was rotten luck having your first heat and not having anyone else to help you through it. 

“But we can’t just abandon [Y/N] in this state,” Colette exclaims,” I’ll stay with them.” 

“Sister, we cannot risk you, or any other sibling for that matter getting hurt,” Sister Imperator explains. 

Colette let out a soft ‘oh’ to emphasize her understanding, you could hear the disappointment in her voice. 

“Hey, I’ll be fine,” you murmur, giving her a soft smile to put her at ease, but you don’t even believe those words yourself. 

“I have already sent some of the clergy ahead to gather your things and place them in the room in which you will be staying. Now, let’s get you set up in the east wing,” Sister Imperator announces. 

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You watch as the siblings file out of the room one at a time until just you and Sister Margery remain. 

“Hey, listen, just try and ride it out,” Margery smirks before offering you a wink.  

A flash of something shiny in her hand catches your attention. And with those last words, she is gone, closing the door behind her. You can hear the lock clicking into place along with faint footsteps that soon fade. 

Ride it out? What did she mean by that? 

You trudge over to the bed and flop down on it and attempt to get some rest. 

“Ughhhh,” you groan as you roll over onto your back before tossing your arm over your face in an attempt to block out any light. It seems like there is no comfortable position. The sheets are already damp with sweat but yet you are freezing. You have been in this state for what seems like hours. 

A strange grunting noise draws your attention away from your thoughts and you turn to see a rather disgruntled-looking water ghoul scrabbling to make his way through the window. 

“Rain! What are you—-“ 

Your question is cut off by the sight of Rain falling into the room face first. You wince as you hear his body smack against the stone floor. 

“Are you okay?” You ask as you rush over to check on him. After kneeling beside him, you help the water ghoul sit upright. After giving him a quick once over, you determine that there is surprisingly little damage, save for the bruise beginning to form on the shoulder he landed on. 

“I’m fine,” Rain mumbles as he shakes his head to reorientate himself, little bits of leaves and twigs fall out of his curls. 

“It wasn’t easy but I made it,” he grins as looks up at your face. 

“How did you know where I was?” You question as you help the ghoul to his feet. 

“Well when I couldn’t find you after breakfast, I went looking for you and overheard Sister Imperator and Sister Margery talking about you,” Rain explains as you walk further into the room, the water ghoul opting to stay by the window a few more seconds to straighten out his clothes. 

“Oh is that so?” you smirk. You feel another wave of sickness wash over you. A cold sweat rises on your skin as your head begins to ache once more. OH not again. 

Another shooting pain runs down your body, causing you to keel over with pain. A low groan leaves your lips as you remain hunched over in the middle of the room. The water ghoul quickly rushes to your side. 

“Oh, man. You don’t look so good,” Rain assesses as he helps to stabilize you, before ushering you over to the bed. When he places a hand on your waist you can feel the heat from his touch and the feeling eases your pain a little. 

“Do you know what’s wrong?” the water ghoul questions as he helps you make it to the bed. 

“It’s my heat,” you pant as you lay down on the bed,” it started early.” 

The water ghoul’s head cocks to the side showing his confusion. 

“I thought you weren’t old enough yet,” he utters as he joins you on the bed. 

“Well I guess I’ve always been mature for my age,” you chuckle a little before wincing as another pang of pain rushes through your body. 

“Let me help you,” Rain utters as he rests a hand on your leg. The feeling of his skin on yours has arousal burning deep within your core and you squeeze your legs together in an attempt to get some relief. 

“Help me how?” 

“I can eat you out,” Rain suggests. Your eyes widen at his words, there is no way you hear him correctly. Or did you? With each moment you feel the damp spot between your legs growing, the feeling becoming much harder to ignore.

“Rain, I don’t want you to feel like you have to–”

“But I want to, really,” Rain chirps as he sits up a little straighter, “ I want to make you feel good. Will you let me?” 

“Well okay,” you relent, “ How do you want to do this?” 

“Just lay back and let me do the work,” the water ghoul smiles as he positions himself near the foot of the bed. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as Rain spreads your legs before slotting himself between them. 

A small gasp escapes your lips as you feel his fingers hook onto the waistband of your underwear. 

“Still doing okay?” Rain questions. You give him a thumbs up in response, earning you a pleased hum before he continues with his previous motion. Rain quickly pulls down the fabric to reveal your dripping core. He can't help but let out a little growl at the delicious sight before him. Another whimper leaves you when you feel his warm breath ghost over your now-exposed core. Without much warning, the water ghoul dives in. 

“Rain!” you scream as his tongue laps at your core. Your fingers tug at his hair, earning you a muffled growl from the water ghoul. His nails dig into the flesh of your thighs as he attempts to hold you in place. With your head tossed back and your eyes screwed shut, you can make out the sounds of his wet tongue against you and his tail thumping excitedly down against the mattress. 

Each lick and nip Rain gives you send you hurdling closer and closer to your peak. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, but You manage to mumble a few ‘fucks’ when the water ghoul begins sucking gently at your clit. The speed at which your orgasm approaches you is shocking, you’ve never been able to get off this quickly before so the only warning Rain gets before your orgasm washes over you is a tiny whimper of his name. 

Your thighs tremble as an overwhelming amount of pleasure floods your systems, nearly causing you to black out. Rain continues his movements as your thighs tremble beside his head. His nails dig deeper into your flesh as he continues to lap up all of your cum. As the haze of your orgasm starts to fade you can hear a faint grumble of pleasure coming from the ghoul between your legs. 

A soft whimper leaves your lips when you feel Rain pull away from you. Your eyes slowly open to see a wide grin on Rain’s face, his lips and chin are shiny. A low purr escapes you as you feel the ghoul make his way up to you so that he can begin placing nips and licks on your neck. 

“I need you Rain,” you mumble, as the feeling of your heat begins to slowly creep back into your body. 

“Are you sure about this?” Rain questions as he pushes you away from him slightly,” I don’t want to take advantage of you.” 

You can’t help but let a smile spread across your lips. Oh, sweet boy. 

“I need you Rain,” You growl, pulling him down so that he is positioned over you. A gasp escapes the water ghoul as he watches you reach between the two of you to grab his cock and align him at your entrance. 

“Oh fuck,” Rain curses as he slowly pushes into you. Your nails dig into the flesh of his back. Moans flow freely from your lips as he begins moving his hips. The stretch of his entering causes your toes to curl, the pain of your heat now being replaced with pure pleasure. The only sound that can be heard is that of moans and skin on skin. His fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, no doubt leaving behind bruises. 

The water ghoul’s thrusts are deep, filling you to the brim each time. You can hear him growling and panting in your ear as you cling to him. Rain feels your slick leaking out onto him and lets out a groan at the idea of it. If only he could see it. He speeds up his pace as he detects the first hints of his orgasm approaching. A hand snakes down in between your bodies and begins rubbing circles on your clit once more. 

“Rain!” you scream as you feel yet another orgasm approaching, you hope that this part of the Abbey grounds is devoid of people. His thumb presses down harder as he starts placing kisses and bites along your jaw. Your eyes roll back as you feel a wave of pleasure wash over your body. Your legs tremble at the intensity of the orgasm and you can hear Rain moan your name as you clamp down on him. He continues to thrust into you as you cum around him. 

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Rain grunts as he pushes into you for the last time, remaining buried deep within you as he cums. A purr leaves you as you feel his cock twitch as hot ropes of cum fill your insides. Instantly the burning need inside you begins to fade. A happy sigh escapes you as the water ghoul pulls out. For the first time in hours, you feel relaxed. Rain flops down beside you as you both attempt to catch your breath. 

“ Well, Well, Well. Out of all of us, You’re the last ghoul I expected to find here,” a voice chuckles. The words cause both you and Rain to jump. 

“Swiss?” Rain questions as the other ghoul emerge from the corner of the room. 

“You two put on quite the show Swiss smirks as he pushes himself off of the wall he is currently propped up against in favour of making his way closer to you and Rain. 

“How? How did you get in here?” you stutter as you try to wrap your mind around the situation, but that is proving to be very hard given that the haziness you first felt at breakfast is quickly filling your brain once more. 

“Key,” Swiss states before holding up the shiny metal

, but it’s not going to help [Y/N] for very long,”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Rain growls as his body tenses in response to the presence of the other ghoul. Just as the words leave his mouth, you can feel the burning need of your heat returning. 

“I mean that [Y/N] needs a ghoul who can knot them. We both know you can’t do that,” Swiss sneers. You can almost see the tension rolling off of his body. In his eyes, there is a wildfire of desire. The water ghoul gets out of bed and meets Swiss in the middle of the room, blocking him from getting to you. 

“Look at you Rainy boy, acting all big and tough,” the multi-ghoul chuckles, “move.” 

Instead of following the older ghoul’s instructions, Rain remains standing in the middle of the room. The once amused smile on the multi-ghoul’s face quickly fades. 

“Move, Rain,” Swiss instructs once more, baring his fangs a little more this time. You had never seen Swiss this aggressive before. He was usually one of the more chill ghouls only acting out if…. Oh no. The clergy hadn’t locked you away soon enough, Swiss’ rut had been triggered. 

“No,” Rain growls, body tensing in preparation for the repercussions of his disobedience. Swiss quickly grabs Rain’s neck before shoving him to the floor, but Rain isn’t going down without a fit. The water ghoul clutches at Swiss’ shirt, pulling the other ghoul down to the floor with him. You hear their growls and roars as the two scuffle on the floor. As you watch the scene unfold before you another pang of heat surges through your body and you quickly become overwhelmed by their display. 

“STOP IT!” you cry, feeling tears roll down your cheeks. The two ghouls’ attentions are quickly drawn to you before the tension between them dies. The both of them let go of each other and make their way to you.

“Shhh, we’re sorry,” Swiss coos as he sits down on the bed before he pulls you close to his body, gently stroking your hair. You bury your head in the multi-ghoul’s shirt as tears continue to roll down your cheeks, however, the longer you remain in Swiss’ arms the pain you were once feeling begins to ease, being replaced by a calming, dizzying haze. 

 You hear Rain chirp a little when he also attempts to comfort you by nuzzling his head against your side.

“Please just make it stop hurting,” you whimper as another tear rolls down your cheek. 

“We can do that,” Swiss whispers before placing a kiss against the top of your head. 

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“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Swiss purrs as he continues to bounce you in his lap, each movement driving him deeper and deeper inside you. A moan is the only response you can manage as the multi-ghoul lands another devastating thrust. A wide grin spreads over Swiss’ lips before he continues with his words

“I told you I was going to make it all better.” 

Another set of hands snake around your waist and, suddenly, you feel a warm body pressing up against your back. The multi-ghoul’s pace doesn’t falter even for a second as Rain’s hands begin to wander over the front of your body, with one settling on one of your breasts while the other makes its way down to your clit. 

You gasp as you feel his fingers begin to rub gentle circles on the sensitive bud. The intensity of it causes you to throw your head back to rest against his shoulder. A purr rumbles deep in his chest as he nuzzles his head into your shoulder. Arousal builds in your core as you feel yourself drawing closer and closer to your high. The feeling of Rain’s erection rutting against your back causes your pussy to flutter. When Swiss feels you clench around him, he lets out a low groan before increasing his pace. 

“That’s it. Cum for us,” Swiss coos as he moves one of his hands off of your waist down so that he can paw at your rear. The combination of the multi-ghoul’s words and the motion of Rain’s fingers send you over the edge. With a cry, you are cumming. Wave after wave of pleasure floods your body as your legs begin to tremble. Your mind goes blank as liquid bliss rushes through your veins. You can hear the praises of both ghouls but their voices seem fuzzy and far away. 

Swiss stops thrusting before Rain pulls his hand away in an attempt to not overstimulate you, but just as you begin to come down from your orgasm, that gnawing need in the pit of your stomach returns. 

“How was that?” Rain asks as he brushes a strand of hair stuck to your sweaty face behind your ear. 

“It.. it still hurts, I–I need more,” you pant. Even though your body is beyond exhausted, you can still feel a burning need inside of you. 

“Fuck,” Swiss growls before he spins you around so that you are positioned on your hands and knees facing Rain. The multi-ghoul leans over you, covering your frame with his larger one. 

“Take care of Rain while I take care of you,” he purrs before thrusting back into you. A pitiful moan escapes your lips as the multi-ghoul fills you. Your eyes screw shut as Swiss sets a punishing pace as he chases after his own high. Once your eyes flutter back open, you are met with the sight of Rain’s hard member positioned a few centimeters in front of your parted lips. You eagerly open your mouth and stick out your tongue as an invitation, one which the water ghoul is eager to accept. 

Once your lips close around Rain, a loud moan falls from his mouth. Rain can't help himself as he begins to gently thrust into your warm mouth. His hands thread through your hair as he slowly pushes himself deeper down your throat. At that moment, Swiss gives one particularly hard thrust, causing you to gag around the water ghoul. This gag sets Rain off and he quickly begins fucking your face vigorously. After gagging a few more times, you manage to figure out Rain’s rhythm. You moan around the water ghoul when you feel Swiss’ thrusts becoming deeper and more focused, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your waist. 

“Shit,” Swiss pants in a breathy voice as he continues to rail into you. You can feel the signs of another orgasm quickly rising up. When he snakes a hand around to begin rubbing your clit, you know it won't be much longer until you reach your peak. 

The feeling of the multi-ghoul’s fingers has you moaning and gasping, the sounds being muffled by Rain. Just as you are about to reach your orgasm, Rain gives your final thrust before filling your mouth with his cum. The warm liquid flowing down your throat has you finishing as well. Your hands fist into the sheets as bursts of white-hot pleasure course through your veins. The only sound that comes out of you is a pitiful whimper, your eyes screwing shut as you ride out your high. As your orgasm continues, you are barely aware of the multi-ghoul currently chasing his high. 

“Oh fuck,” Rain hisses, his nails digging even deeper into your waist. It only takes three more thrusts to have him cumming deep inside you. Your name flows freely from his lips as ropes of hot cum coat your insides. The both of you remain locked together as you attempt to catch your breath. 

“How was that?” Swiss pants as a wide grin appears on his face. 

“That was wow,” you can’t even find the right words to describe how you are feeling at the current moment. Any discomfort, pain, or arousal you were feeling has melted away leaving only a feeling of warmth and relaxation. You hiss a little at the sensation of Swiss pulling out. 

“Sorry,” Swiss murmurs before he pulls you back so that you are sitting, curled up in his lap, your back pressed against his chest. You feel his rumbling purr as you remain seated in his lap but you know you can’t get too comfortable just yet. 

“Let me go clean up a little bit and I’ll be right back.” 

Swiss is reluctant to let you go but decides that this isn’t the time for holding you captive. With a deep sigh, he unwraps his arms from around your body, allowing you the freedom to get up. You make your way to the bathroom. Wiping the sweat from your brow with a warm rag before moving to do the same between your legs. When you enter the bedroom once more you are met with the sight of the two ghouls quietly chatting together. 

You make a small sound to announce your presence prompting both of them to look up. Rain quickly motions you over to join them on the bed. As you get comfortable in Swiss’ lap once more, Rain speaks up. 

“We want to mark you. To make you my mate,” Rain muses as his thumb caresses your cheeks. 

“Our mate,” Swiss corrects as he flashes a toothy grin. 

“Yes, our mate,” Rain repeats as his eyes remain locked onto you, “ What do you think?” 

“I’d like that,” you reply, feeling a blush rising on your cheeks. 

“Really?!” Rain chirps, his tail flicking excitedly behind him,” you really want to be our mate?” 

“Yes, Rain. I want to be with you and Swiss,” you grin as you bring a hand up to caress the water ghoul’s hair. 

You scream as you feel Rain’s fangs sink into your neck, the action is quickly followed by a soothing tongue running over the wound. The water ghoul pulls away from your neck just long enough to utter something like ‘your turn’ to the multi ghoul. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel Swiss brush your hair away, giving him access to the other side of your neck. He licks his lips in anticipation before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the skin. The older ghoul is taking his time and savoring the moment, he gives the lobe of your ear a quick nip before sinking his fangs into you. 

You cry out once more at the feeling, your nails digging into the ghoul’s back. Your ears pick up on a deep growl coming from Swiss as his mouth remains locked onto you. 

“Now you’re ours.” 

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I hope you enjoyed this. Like, comments, and reblogs are really appreciated.

//Ghouligan

[infcstissumam]

Seeing as I’ve recently become active again, I thought I should post an update to my rules and guidelines!

💀 INFCSTISSUMAM GUIDELINES (CIRCA. 2021) :

General Rules for Interacting

THIS BLOG IS 18+, not because I’m trying to discriminate but simply because THERE IS A LOT OF NSFW CONTENT POSTED HERE. 

It is all tagged, with the tags: // NSFW or NSFW //

I go by SHE/HER pronouns and would prefer you address me with them, though I am fine with THEY/THEM & HE/HIM pronouns. 

I am very forgetful, so never be afraid to pop in and ask about your request, once or twice will do the job, because tumblr is an awful website and sometimes messages will be eaten/fail to deliver.

I would love to be your friend, no joke. I know some people run accounts that are very strict and ‘no getting off topic’ but I don’t run my account like that, I love to hear from anons and mutuals. Tell me about your day & pets! 

If you want to communicate through anons instead of by account, please sign your asks with a symbol so I know who you are! For instance ‘- 🐦 ‘ or ‘- bird anon’ would work wonders!

Please keep in mind that I’m an ameteur. This is my hobby, I don’t charge for a reason and that reason is that I’m not very good at this, so please, cut me a little slack. I encourage constructive criticism but just telling me to kys and to give up writing isn’t appreciated. 

Please don’t be gross - I have no doubts you’re all lovely people, but unprompted nudes and suggestive asks (outside of requests) are never appreciated. Please talk to me like I’m your friend, not an object or spouse. 

No homophobia, no racism and no ableism. You’d think it’d be common sense but I’ve noticed some, well, unsavory people have joined the fandom through the metal scene and I want to make it very clear that we don’t do that here!

NO MEANS NO, I as the only writer and admin on this blog reserve the right to deny service. Please respect this, Failure to do so by means of incessant badgering, insulting, etc. will result in a block. (which I really don’t want to have to do!)

That’s it for rules though! It’s really basic! Don’t be mean, don’t worry about bothering me and don’t misgender me, just come in and have fun! I promise you I’m more afraid of you than the other way around. 

Things I write:

Reader x Ghost character and characters from ghost lore, including non frontmen and band ghouls, such as Sister Imperator, Nihil, Special Ghoul, etc. 

Individual matchups for characters based on a description of the sender, 

for instance ‘Hi, can I get a ghoul relationship matchup? I go by she/her, I’m bi, leaning towards male, and a Taurus. I think I’m a good listener and I can start conversations easily, however, I am also really stubborn and impulsive. I am, though shy towards other people but when it comes to my closest friends, I’m one of the loudest in the group! I also really like to bake, skateboard and play different music instruments. I want my partner to give great advice to me, but they would also like to have fun and let loose. Thanks! <3′

Content for Selfships & OCs (though for the latter I’ll need a description of the oc in question and the ship)

Headcanons and small drabbles about any of the above characters or scenarios!

Both NSFW and SFW content

Most ‘tame’ kinks, I write for daddy/mommy name calling, degradation, gangbangs, heat/rut cycles, knotting, bondage, pet play, consensual somnophillia, etc. etc. The kind of extreme but not really, in addition to, of course, vanilla smut! 

Things I won’t write:

General squicks, including bathroom play, gore, incest, vore, ddlg/ddlb, ageplay, MASSIVE age gaps (including Papa I and, like, an 18yr old reader) THE WHOLE SHEBANG, it’s all a no from me dawg!

Pedophillia

Race, gender, sexuality, etc degradation kinks. I know some people get off on it, but it’s too familiar to racism, sexism/misogyny & homophobia for my tastes. 

[ask-sister-solaris]

I can’t find the master list thing I did so a new one IG:

My commissions are open! Here’s my Ko-Fi

For now I am only doing busts of OCs and canon characters. Doing full bodies took a toll on my mental health, though I might do waist up if you ask nicely /hj

𝐏𝐟𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠: @kabukiaku

NSFW asks now open! Now I’m officially 18 and have full control of my account.

Things I won’t do:

- incest

- r@pe

- sexual assault/harassment

- non con

- pedophilia

Ghost Band

- Primo

- Secondo

- Terzo

Cook!reader

Aftermath with Terzo

“Amore mio your as beautiful as the day I met you”

“See something you like amore?”

“Now and forever Amore”

“I’m always here amore”

- Copia / Frater Imperator

Copia with an s/o that’s practically a soundboard

Copia meets your friends

Dracopia

Copias chaos!ghoul

Copia Confessing to you

Copia X buff!reader

Antichrist Copia

“Stay with me”

First meeting copia (he gets aroused)

“I’ll never leave Amore”

“Choose to run away with me?”

Dracopia Angst

“SOS he’s in disguise”

“Love me, Love me, Love me, Love me”

Copia with a buff!reader

RHRN Copia angst

RHRN: Don’t you forget about your friend death

“Lucifer, whispering silently into your mind”

“Eyes on me Cara Mia” (18+ MDNI)

- most of the ghouls

- ocs

- Young Nihil

“No your never alone”

“Satanas your beautiful”

“Just wanna be with Chu in the moonlight”

- Mixed Headcanons

Touch starved s/o

Ghostbusters

- Ray Stantz

“Back off she’s a scientist and my girlfriend”

“It’s ok we can fight it one little bite at a time”

“Comfy”

“Wait me?”

- Peter Venkman

“He’s a slime ball”

- Egon Spengler (my beloved)

“It’s called a floor nap”

“What. Just. Happened”

“What’s Up Doc?”

“Spengs got a date before Venkman”

“Baby Fever”

“How can you just…stand there?”

“Your arts amazing”

“Your doing good, I’m proud”

“I promise your ok dove”

“Breath with me dove”

“Radio Static”

“Don’t you dare fucking leave me again”

“Peppered Kisses”

“You messed with the wrong scientist”

“I told you so..are you crying?”

- Winston

- Phoebe Spengler

- Old man Egon

“See you again”

- Old man Ray

- Old man Peter

- Old Man Winston

- Polyamory with the ghostbusters

“I promise you’ll be safe with us”

“We love you, and each other”

OCs:

- Sal Stantz (Ghostbusters)

- Janet Venkman (Ghostbusters)

- Violet Brett (Ghostbusters)

- Green Diamond (Steven Universe)

- Plum Diamond (Steven Universe)

- Queen Bee/Janet Carter (BATIM)

- Sei Emeritus/Papa V (Ghost Band OC)

- Sen Morrison (Later Emeritus) (Ghost Band OC)

- Ophelia (One Piece OC)

Baby Boom

- Steven Buchner (Harold Ramis’ character)

"Lets just focus on the dinner..and us"

Steven Universe

- Pearl

- Garent

- Amethyst

- White, Yellow and Blue Diamond

Baldurs Gate 3:

- Asterion

- Shadowheart

- Wyll

[ more to come as I play ]

One Piece:

I haven’t seen a lot of it but I’ll be writing as I watch.

Anime:

- Monkey D Luffy.

- Rorona Zoro

- Nami

- Usopp

- Sanji

- Buggy The Clown Pirate

- Smoker

- Ace

- Princess Vivi

- Chopper (in a platonic way)

- Dracule Mihawk

Live action:

- Dracule Mihawk

- Buggy The Clown

“I promise I’ll do better”

- Vinsmoke Sanji

“Kitty Claws”

- Shanks

- Zoro

- Nami

JJBA

Part 1:

- Jonathan Joestar

- Dio Brando

- Erina Pendleton

Part 2:

- Joseph Joestar

- Caesar Zepelli

Part 3:

- Jotaro Kujo

- Old Joseph Joestar

- Old Caesar Zepelli (AU where he’s alive)

- Noriaki Kakyoin

- Jean Pierre Polnareff

- Muhammad Avdol

Part 4:

- Josuke Higashikata

- Nijimura Okuyasu

- Rohan Kishibe

- Older Jotaro Kujo

- Older Noriaki Kakyoin (AU where he didn’t die)

Part 5:

None as of yet, as I haven’t watched it.

Part 6:

- Jolyne Kujo

- Old man Jotaro Kujo (again fuck canon he doesn’t die)

- old man Noriaki Kakyoin (fuck it he doesn’t die)

Live action Part 4:

- Jotaro Kujo

- Nijimaru Okuyasu

- Josuke Higashikata

- Koichi Hirose

Doki Doki Precure:

- Mana Aida/Cure Heart

- Aguri Madoka/Cure Ace

- Rikka Hishikawa/Cure Diamond

- Makoto Kenzaki/Cure Sword

- Alice Yotsuba/Cure Rosetta

TMNT:

2012:

Leonardo

Donatello

Raphael

Michelangelo

Splinter/Hamato Yoshi

Shredder/Oroku Saki

Rise

Leonardo

Donatello

Michelangelo

Raphael

April O’Neil

Casey Jones

Casey Jones JR.

Bayverse Movies

Leonardo

Donatello

Raphael

Michelangelo

Splinter

Shredder/Oroku Saki

Casey Jones

That’s it..

[ask-sister-solaris]

Don’t you forget about your friend death

Warning ⚠️: mentions of miscarriage and infertility, angsty as fuck, language, RHRN content, gore (kind) buckle up buttercup this is one hell of an angsty ride

Hella angsty under the cut

(A/N: Technically a long winded way to introduce my oc. Mega angsty to. Please let me know if you want a part 2!)

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Copia x female!reader

Tonight. Tonight! Possibly the last night he would perform as Papa. The last time he would see the adoring faces of his fans, the last time he would…step foot onstage outside the clergy halls. Even as the crowd cheered and screamed as the curtain dropped, as his ghouls began to play and his voice rung out across the stadium, nothing could help him.

Meanwhile, backstage you were sat with Imperator. You were Copias Prime Mover, and with such an important role to the ministry, you were required to accompany Copia on his tours, and hopefully produce an Emeritus Heir. It was deadly important to Imperator (and maybe Nihil) that you produced an heir.

That’s why you were so excited and eager at the beginning of this Re-Imperatour. You had just found out you were pregnant!

Were

Imperator refused to tell The Clergy of your little…accident, and tried to encourage you and Copia to try again. That this time the baby would survive. Survive? Wasn’t a babies job to be born. Not fight for their lives? You resented the woman next to you, not understanding how Copia could call her mother.

Small, forced smiles were given to Copia as he flitted between backstage and the stage for costume changes. Often engaging in your book when he came over to speak to Imperator. Finding comfort in old satanic tales, like you were a child again.

It had been so many months ago, you’d woken up a bloody mess the hotel sheets sticky and red. You screamed for help, begging someone, anyone to save your baby.

But nobody came.

That moment has been a living nightmare. And Copia knew it. He’d only just gotten back from a ritual when he heard screaming. Sodo was the first to sniff out the blood, followed by Mountain. Cumulus and Aurora knew what had happened before they’d reached the room. The ghoulettes sympathized with you, though they’d never had children themselves. The idea of losing someone, they’d experienced that first hand, at the hands of Sister Imperator.

As doctors cleaned you up and the two ghoulettes stayed by your side, you sobbed into them. Begging them to save your child. Your weak, innocent, barely alive child. Cumulus held you and stroked your hair, whispering how it was going to be okay, and Aurora helped you focus on breathing.

And where was Copia? Reporting the loss of the heir to his mother. But the poor man had no idea what to do! He was not mentally equipped to help her, At least not with this. You knew it, you were fully aware that Copia had never dealt with someone elses grief, he had barely coped when his Fratellos had been killed.

As you sat watching Copia on the monitors, a twinge of regret bubbled up inside of you. Your been avoiding him, grieving the loss of your child and yet you’d never stopped to think about how Copia felt. The ritual edged closer and closer to its end, the end. As Mr Saltarian would have said. As he came backstage and changed into his iconic sparkly blue jacket, you decided to go speak to him.

“Copia..”

“Hm si cara mia?”

That nickname…that nickname he only ever called you. The one that made your heart melt, the one that gave you butterflies whenever her call out to you through the Ministry hallways. Tears welled up in your eyes as you took his spare hand.

“Please…don’t leave me..I cannot lose you to”

Copias eyes widened. Why would he leave you? Surely you didn’t blame yourself…did you? No that couldn’t be correct…his heart shattered seeing you in tears, brushing off the worker, muttering a ‘fuck it no encore’ as he held you and began walking to his more secluded dressing room. Or he would have, hadn’t his mother called him back.

“Go wait for me cara mia, I’ll be there soon”

Without arguing you went to his private dressing room and sat on the plush sofa. The sound of music started up again, he was doing an encore…You knew he would. That was the copia you knew and loved..though he could be childish and…silly. But you loved that about him. He wasn’t as serious as the other Papas (well minus Terzo..) though he could be quite childish at times.

A hand rested on your now flat stomach, a single tear running down your cheek. You could no longer provide the heir he needed. The child he wanted. After your little…accident doctors had heavily suggested that you have your reproductive organs removed, as it was a high risk of infection. You never found out why either.

Why it had to be you.

Why you had lost your baby.

Why you had miscarried.

Why Imperator called it an accident.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by worried clamor outside. Stepping out, you saw the ghouls surrounding Imperator, who was on the floor. But your attention was soon redirected to him. Copia, your papa, your lover…your rock.

You rushed over and helped him up, looking over at Imperator. So she’d gone to… Wht were they losing everyone, even if she didn’t like the old woman, she meant so much to Copia.

“Cara Mia…”

“It’s okay now. I’m here”

Your voice is just as low as his. Shakier to. So much death, was he truly their friend? Or was he a foe now. With fans dispersed, Imperators body was moved to the pit of the venue on a stretcher and covered gently by Copia. He sobbed over her body and you couldn’t do anything but watch.

You couldn’t do anything but watch.

Couldn’t do anything but watch

You didn’t do anything but watch.

You knelt beside Copia as Saltarian handed him a letter, from the woman herself. So she’d been dying for awhile. Your heart nearly did a backflip as Copia read out the words.

“Frater Imperator?”

Frater..

Would he need her anymore?

“Cara Mia…we can finally relax…we can find someone to help us..with our journey of having a family…”

He gently rested a hand on the small of your back as he hugged you close. Yes. He would need her. And she needed him. Like two pieces in a puzzle that fit perfectly together. But who would be the new papa?

A few months had passed, and the new Papa was due. You stood beside a very smartly dressed Copia, fussing over his suit and bejeweled Grucifix. Even as ghosts, Imperator and Nihil tried working their way into Copias decisions, so you were pleasantly surprised when he stood up for himself.

A silhouette of a person appeared in the clergy doorway. The stained, frosted glass concealing most of their features. It was obvious they had already been bequeathed with their new Papal robes. Given the shape of what Copia assumed to be a mitre. As the doors swung open, what they revealed shocked you, Copia and the ghosts of his parents.

“The new papa…is…a woman?”

[ask-sister-solaris]

Hello Hello! I am a fellow Ghestie who decided to start writing fanfic

Here’s what I do

Angst and fluff

X readers

X ocs

Rps

Nsfw will be done but it depends

Here are the No nos

Anything insestuous

Any over powered ocs

Characters I write for

Papa Nihil (Young and Old)

Papa Emeritus I (Primo)

Papa Emeritus II (Secondo)

Papa Emeritus III (Terzo)

Cardinal Copia

Papa Emeritus IV (Papa Copia)

A few of my ocs will be featured in posts such as my Emeritus bloodline oc, a child of an affair between Nihil and a fan when he was younger and more sexually active.