#right rite write........

[coffeeghoulie]

I'd like to request a SwissTom/DewTher double date please. Up to you if it gets spicy or not

I am very much stretching the definition of a double date here, but I had an idea that I could not put down.

Contains a very, very, very small mention of a Rite Here Rite Now spoiler. But just in case.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

This is it, Dew thinks, settling back farther into his adirondack chair, condensation from his beer dripping over his fingertips. Aether's in the chair next to him, a bonfire glowing a few feet ahead of them on the lakeshore, and the air is comfortably warm as the sun sets behind the forest surrounding the Abbey. This is the reward at the end of it all, all of the work, piety, loyalty, and literal blood, sweat and tears Dew's put into the Ghost Project.

Rain's still in the lake, bickering playfully with Aurora and Sunshine while Cirrus and Cumulus wring water out of their hair, wrapping towels around each other as the air starts to cool. Mountain's ducked into the woods to tap into the stash of firewood he keeps hidden for pack nights like this. Papa- no, Frater- No. Copia's asleep in his own adirondack chair, paperback open and resting on his chest, readers askew on his nose.

Aether sits next to Dew, taking a big swig of his beer, lime wedge shoved down into the neck of the brown glass bottle. His other arm hangs off the side, reaching just enough to twine his pinkie with Dew's. The touch is grounding, and Dew shuts his eyes, swallows his own mouthful of beer. They don't need more than this, every word has already been spoken between them, engraved into their minds the same way they have matching scars in the crooks of their necks.

A few feet away from them, the relative quiet is broken by soft chatter, Swiss practically giggling at something he said that Dew couldn't hear, matching Aeon's laughter. The two of them have practically been glued together since the end of the Re-Imperatour, and tonight is no different. Swiss leans back in his chair, and Aeon sits sideways in his lap, legs dangling over the armrest. Their horns click as they lean in to whisper to each other.

Dew runs his tongue over his fangs at how cloyingly sweet the two of them are. "I don't think we were ever that bad, right, Aeth?"

Aether snorts, finishing his beer. "I couldn't tell you, darling. We weren't looking in on us from the outside. We might have been that bad."

Dew tugs at his pinkie. "Yeah, you were so fucking desperate once you got it through your thick fucking skull that I was into you."

Even in the firelight, Dew can see the way Aether rolls his eyes. "In my defense, I'd never dealt with water or fire courting rituals before I met you."

Swiss starts, turning over to them. "You talking courting rituals, big guy?" he laughs. Gold and purple eyes practically glow in the firelight.

"Nah, we're talking about how the two of you are practically one ghoul now," Dew cuts in, setting his empty beer bottle onto the ground beside his chair to pick up later. "Haven't seen you take a breath without each other since probably Los Angeles. No, wait, it was after Sydney."

Aeon laughs, shifting closer in Swiss's lap with a soft chuff. The way they nuzzle their cheek against Swiss's doesn't help their case. "Gettin' caught up on lost time, it had been a really long time since I'd been touched nice."

Dew bites the inside of his cheek. "Yeah, I know, voidling," he says softly. Remembers the scent of terror that'd permeated the bus in the early nights of the tour. Remembers the way Aeon had shook against him the first night they'd shared a bunk.

"But Swiss, pup?" Aether teases. "You've got a whole pack of ghouls wrapped around your finger who'd be more than happy to give you affection, and you choose him?"

"Hey!" Swiss protests, throwing a middle finger at Aether as he hauls Aeon impossibly closer with his other arm. Aether just laughs, gold fang glinting in the firelight.

"I'm just saying," Aether shrugs, standing with a groan. "Any of you want another beer?"

"Please, starshine," Dew says, his pinkie still entwined with Aether's. He reluctantly lets go, lets his arm fall back to his side.

"I'll pass," Aeon says, mismatched eyes shutting with a heaving sigh. The air's starting to get a little chilly, and Dew bets the voidling's using that as their excuse to press even closer against Swiss.

"Me too," Swiss says, and Aether cocks his head at him, lips quirked up in a smile.

"Alright," he says, rummaging through the half melted ice in the cooler to pull out two beers. He sets his down to pull out the bottle opener, passing the first one to Dew. The fire ghoul takes a long drink, raising the bottle in thanks. Aether settles back into his chair with his own, tucking the bottle caps in the pocket of his shorts.

"No, but seriously, you're going to give us all cavities with how sappy you're being," Dew says, even as he reaches over the edge of his armrest to take Aether's hand. "How's the dental at the infirmary again, Aeth?"

"Well, it's where I got this," he says, tapping a claw against his gold fang. "So we're in luck. You two can keep being ridiculously sweet."

"Come on," Aeon whines, tail flicking behind them and whacking against the legs of the chair. A log shifts in the fire, sending flickering orange embers into the darkening sky. "We're not that bad."

"There's no way in hell that you two weren't as touchy," Swiss cuts in.

Dew laughs, copper eyes narrowing into slits as he gestures with his beer bottle. "Well. Seeing as you weren't summoned until a year and a half after we started courting, you have no fucking ground to stand on. For all you know, we were perfectly chaste."

"The two of you?" Swiss laughs. "Chaste?"

A tall shape passes in front of them, silhouetted by the fire. Mountain puts another few logs onto the bonfire. He turns to face the pairs, hands on his hips. "As the only one in the pack who was here when the two of you finally got your shit together, I can say with absolute certainty that the two of you were way fucking worse, Aeth, Dew. How the two of you managed to make the entire bus reek of sex in that tiny fucking bunk, Satan only knows."

Dew sputters, glancing between him and Aether. Swiss cackles. The quintessence ghoul grins, raising his beer in a toast. "Nema to that."

Mountain pulls up another chair, ruffling Aeon's hair playfully, running a knuckle along Swiss's horn. "Now, no more bickering. I'll chaperone this little double date, don't worry."

The five of them burst into laughter. It's so loud it startles Copia awake, and they can't stop laughing long enough to explain or apologize.

[gravehags]

rite here rite now spoilers below

imagine being sister imperator’s assistant - climbing your way through the ranks to her side and having her groom you to take over her position in the event of her death but then her death comes and she gives that fucking nepo baby your job. and not only that, you’re to be his assistant just like you were his mother’s. imagine the enemies to lovers situation that could breed. you actively plotting his downfall until you start to slowly get to know him and you’re like “actually frater, prequelle is my favorite ghost album.” imagine that. because i am.

[yandere-wishes]

THIS YEAR'S LANTERN RITE HURTS SO BAD!! We could have had to utter DADDIES but instead they chose to make them npcs😭😭 Why mihoyo WHY!!

[vpyre]

Absolutely fucking huffing that copium (just let me dream pls I beg)

RHRN spoilers, fic brainstorming under the cut (it’s very conceptual lol. Might be too much wishful thinking, but I need this right now 🫠)

[knbposting]

taiga putting a hat on and daiki staring at him like... something is wrong... something is very off here... and it takes him ages to realise it's bc taiga looks like he's got just dark hair, not RED hair. and his bf has RED hair. who is this trespasser

[skele-bunny]

on the special & cowbells reactions to Nihil & sisters deaths, as someone who's Got Experience in a mother dying: did sister have an office? And if so, surely it had to be cleaned to be reused. did they help tidy it up? I'm just imagining neither of them wanting her office to change and be cleaned and reused bc, as long as they don't think too hard, it just. Feels like she's not there right now, y'know? Like she'll be coming back soon, she's just not in her office.

Everyone's hurting my heart tonight what is up with that 😭😭 /silly also I hope you're doing well now 🩷 much love for you anon 🫂

Sister did have an office along with her bedroom! The higher-ups knew not to touch her bedroom. Sure, they're above Spec & Bell, but do you really want two already heavily mourning ghouls and potentially their mates tearing down your door for touching their mother's room? No. Office it is.

While Special was "AWOL" that's all he did at night. He'd make his way into her office, taking every single hidden document they both shared. Secrets she never wanted out. He took everything he could and hid it down in his "secondary office" deep past the catacombs. Once he was positive everything was hidden, he didn't leave anything, he stopped touching Sister's office. He didn't want it changed more than it needed to be.

Cowbell helped tidy it up with the help of the Doves, but of course it was with tears. He needed Phil, needed guidance, but neither was there. So, he'd just stick to the side of his mates, so lost in the thought that "she's just moving offices." and not that "Someone else will be using it." He'd just reminisce when he and Phil were kits, and their mother would make a pallet on her office floor for when they wanted to stay with her during the work day.

"She used to have a rocking chair in the corner." He say, just so quietly but enough for Agni to hear.

"Yeah? Did you ever get to sit on it?"

"In her arms."

When they learn Copia is taking it over, pissed is an understatement for Phil just like devastated is an understatement for Bluebell. They've never muttered the word hate towards their family, not even after Copia was the reason their other brothers were killed, or their mother tricking them multiple times, or learning of their fathers infidelity.

They hate him. They hate him very badly right now.

[endawn]

REFER HERE . act 3 conclusion to his 'personal' quest. sort of. bal reclaiming the rite would involve ascending pax. thereby making PAX a vampire ascendant instead of caz or astar..ion. which, would only deepen mol..ag’s hold on him and bring his body all that closer to becoming a vessel / conduit for bal to cross over into the mortal plane with. not only is the tadcrew saving pax and all those spawn, but the world from another being bent on death and domination. before the crew sets out to deal with caz, there will be a little camp event involving pax where he’ll mention feeling strange but believes it to be the lingering necrotic energy he absorbed while in the shadowlands ( this will be important later ) compounded by being a tad overwhelmed by the hustle & bustle of the city as he has not been in one for some number of years. he can be questioned further and if a perception check is passed, the pc can notice he’s nervous about something. if persuaded, he’ll admit the events at the mausoleum are weighing on his mind. yet, he’ll seem hopeful it is not possible outside of the shadowlands despite the absorption of necrotic energy. if asked if he’s still fit to fight, he’ll assure them he is and it’s really nothing to concern themselves over. if, however, the pc tells him to sit this one out and rest, he’ll agree and say it might be for the best.

if he is brought along, after defeating caz, pax will cry out and fall to the ground as he holds his head. mo..lag wields a form of mind magic: he intrudes upon the minds of mortals as a form of torture. it is an invasive, agonizing experience. by forcing his way into a mortal's mind, he can show them horrific visions. he does this in an attempt to make pax more susceptible to possession; break his will. this together with using his influence over necrotic energies, bal is able to take over the knight's body. if going with the left at camp choice, pax will show up right after defeating caz but not before the crew can pull him out of his coffin. the dawning realization something is wrong with him; his eyes. the light in them is void. there will be little time to react before pax starts attacking the party. a voice not quite his own begins thanking them for returning his rite to him. they will remember it as mol..ag’s when he possessed pax at the thorm mausoleum. the tadcrew can either try to kill pax, knock him out or try to survive 9 turns against him like with hal..sin’s portal.

note: he has the standard vampire powers of being rather resistant to bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage and is unaffected or barely harmed by necrotic magics, resistant to cold and lightning, and completely unaffected by psionics and paralysis. in addition to this, they'd have to overcome his regeneration by using holy water, any spells that produce sunlight or deals radiant damage. creating water and having it act as running water would deal acid damage and debuff him slightly. though, he is more resistant to sunlight than standard vampires. he'd be able to manipulate / pull the blood out of an opponent from a distance sparingly, try to dominate them with his gaze, slam, punch, rend, bite, teleport in mist or as a swarm of bats, turn invisible, thrall person or use his skills as an eldritch knight [ gestures vaguely]. action surge, eldritch strike, weapon bond, war magic, shatter, scorching ray, shocking grasp, thunder wave, magic missile, misty step, shield, booming blade ( need to look into him game wise ).

during the entire fight, pax will be trying to resist mol..ag and regain control of his body. he'll occasionally receive a dazed condition and won't attack or will miss them. apologies can be heard as he strains to speak to the party; apologizing for attacking them. he does not wish to hurt them, he's trying to fight. resist. mol..ag will retort by calling him weak or a worm. as pax is addressing his friends, he'll also invoke a divine each round starting with sten..darr preserve me. if the party is able to survive the 9 rounds, it ends with pax invoking akat..osh and then addressing them all by going divines ! purge this foul darkness ! but not before asking his friends for forgiveness ( or directly going forgive me, cor meum. my heart, forgive me. if romanced ). his body is lifted into the air and erupts in a blinding, all consuming light. as quickly as it came, the light will recede and he’ll drop to the floor while smoke wafts from skin. charred and burned , but otherwise seems to be whole. an outcome he did not expect. he believed he would perish when he invoked the divine spirits. leave naught but ash , purging all of mol..ag corrupting presence.

when approaching his body , they can attempt to shake him awake. it will not garner a response. the pc can then decide to do nothing or cut their palm to allow a few drops of blood to fall into his mouth. doing so stirs him to a semiconscious state and heals a few wounds present on his body. propping him up and offering him a wrist to bite will be met with meek reluctance. if they insist, he’ll bite only briefly and abstains further as he does not trust himself not to take too much in his current state. he’ll use what strength it game him to assist them. otherwise, the party has to deal with caz in his coffin by themselves. during the fight with pax, caz was able to recover some of his health but will be much easier to defeat. IF they wake pax up via blood, despite his still injured state and experience with mol..ag, he'll use his vampire lord form to help end caza..dor one final time. collapsing from exhaustion not long after the battle ends and will not wake again until a day has passed. the tadcrew will have to carry his body out of the palace either way. when he wakes, pax thanks them for helping him and laments on his inability to resist. if questioned on the possibility of mol..ag returning, pax will admit he will but not for a long while. for once, he feels....unburdened. that not all is entirely lost, perhaps. maybe there is some hope for him? at least it was a small consolation his gods answered his pleas. while they could not remove the taint entirely, they were able to temporarily banish bal when his power waned from the strain controlling pax placed on his reach & influence in fae..run. if asked about mol..ag reclaiming the rite, an answer will not be given. he is uncertain. regardless, he'll be notably....happier, but attention quickly turns to defeating the elder brain.

ANOTHER THING TO NOTE: if they manage to kill pax, that’s that. he’s permanently removed as a party member. his body turns to ash. mol..ag will not appear in camp to offer pax’s resurrection for a price. withers will be unable to resurrect him. if they defeat ( KO ) but don’t kill, mol..ag will be unable to maintain his possession of pax. he will be too weak to extend his reach pass the watch of the faerunian gods. the prince will slink back to his domain.

[countfagula]

Okay I just discovered Transfem!Copia and I’m like in love with her so here’s some headcannons:

-Copia doesn’t mind her name but she’s not a huge fan of it either so she discusses with her brothers and her ghouls. They come up with the idea to use her old nickname from Sister: Cardi as her new name and she absolutely falls in love with it plus Swiss takes it upon himself to show her Cardi B and she loves it even more because of the music! (I’m a huge believer that Cardi/Copia in general loves all genres of music)

-TERZO IS HER BIGGEST SUPPORTER!!(I headcannon him as ftm sometimes so that partially why) but even if he’s not he still loves and adores his little sister so fucking much. The minute she came out to him he started looking into how to help her get on Estrogen and took her shopping for a whole new wardrobe mind you he did try to get her some more risqué stuff but she was firm in her style(though she did buy a few things for when she was further along in transition)

-Her ghouls absolutely adore their Mama/Sister they will always tell her how pretty she looks,how high and soft her voice is getting with the training she’s doing and the will absolutely WRECK anyone(Sibling,Ghoul or Fan) that disrespect her! Dewdrop has actually punched siblings who have misgendered her after multiple corrections and Mountain well let’s just say a few missing siblings go mostly unnoticed.

-Primo teaches her how to do her hair and will do it for her if she’s a bit too busy. He adores being able to bond with Cardi as he never got to when she was younger and he wants to be the best big brother.

-I feel like Cardi uses She/They pronouns I don’t know just a feeling.

-The ghoulettes absolutely almost immediately let her in on girls night! They take it upon themselves to teach her how to paint her nails and teach her how to do her makeup a bit more feminine for when she’s doing it outside of her paint for Rituals.

-100000% has one of those “Mother Of Rats” shirts!

Update: THIS SHIRT THIS EXACT SHIRT along with another one I think she owns :)

[bagelrites]

no, it is your bagel rite to have a bagel

SO TRUE

have I ever talked about how my username is a triple pun? because it's epic

[stobinesque]

do you ever just listen to Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac and go feral?

[bumblerhizal-art]

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(Set shortly after Novhen and Morrigan's post-Inquisition reunion. Possible Inquisition spoilers re: the old god baby. CW: Discussions of memory loss)

[70 One Word Prompts]

Someone was watching him. Novhen felt the eyes boring into the back of his neck plain as anything. The Vigil's gardens were small and simple. He was on their edge and, by all appearances, alone, save for his mabari resting at his feet. All that was behind him was a single waist-high hedgerow and the roofed corridor that led back into the keep's interior. Just enough shadow for someone to conceal themself.

His hand tightened around his cane, but his muscles burned too much from old wounds to let him rise from the bench.

Novhen leaned forward as best he could and pet Griffon for a chance to get a good look at the hound, but he was placid, yawning even. It was doubtful that he wouldn't have noticed an unfamiliar scent. Whoever it was couldn't have been a threat, but the unwelcome feeling wouldn't go away. If they were going to watch him, Novhen at least deserved to know who it was.

"Griff," he whispered into his ear, "do you think you could fish out whoever's spying back there?"

Griffon smushed his snout against Novhen's jaw and hopped up. He ran around the bench and over the hedges behind it. He stood tall and barked with his tail wagging vigorously.

Novhen turned in time to see a child fall backwards out of the shrubs. The child held his arms defensively in front of himself. His face was the spitting image of Morrigan's. 

"Griffon, stand down," Novhen commanded.

Griffon barked affirmatively. He toddled back to Novhen’s feet and laid down to passively watch events unfold. He had done his part. Kieran lowered his arms and stared at anything but his father.

Novhen looked at him apologetically. "Hope he didn't give you too much of a fright, kid."

Kieran twiddled his fingers anxiously, "Hello, Father. I'm sorry for hiding."

Novhen's chest sank. The poor boy clearly didn't trust him. Not that he could blame him. They'd only just met. Until last month, he had been nothing but an absence for years, worse than a stranger. He had no right to expect any better.

He tried to smile, "There's no need to apologize for that. You don't have to be so formal with me either, you know. You can just call me Da."

"Right… Da," Kieran said.

A silence fell between them. Kieran looked at his feet. Novhen kicked himself. He was lucky the boy acknowledged him as family at all. He shouldn’t try to force that familiarity so soon. He would have to earn it, but this could be a perfect time to work towards that goal.

Novhen said, "Kieran, why don't you come sit with me while I wait for my strength to come back? There's still space for another."

Kieran cautiously stepped forward. As he turned the corner around the nearest gap in the hedges, he kept his eyes fixed on Griffon. Novhen followed his line of sight.

"Don't worry yourself about him," he said. "He's a smart dog. Wouldn't hurt a hair on your head."

Griffon huffed as though any other possibility would have been completely absurd.

Kieran sat down slowly. He now stared off into the distance, refusing to look either Novhen or Griffon in the eye. 

Novhen leaned back. Birdsongs filled every inch of the air at this hour. The thought flitted through his head that Kieran could have snuck up on him by shapeshifting into a bird or some other innocuous animal. He was all but guaranteed to develop magic someday, and Morrigan would certainly be a willing teacher. It was only a matter of whether or not he already had. Or, Novhen mused, maybe he used more traditional means of sneaking around, like a Tabris.

The boy sat stiffly next to him.

"Something on your mind?" Novhen asked.

Kieran hesitated to answer. "I remember you with a sword. I haven't seen you with a sword here though."

"Don’t know where you would’ve gotten that image of me from. I'm not really a swordsman. I don't think I've even touched one since…"

Right. The archdemon. Of course he would remember that.

Novhen cleared his throat. "I guess that doesn't matter. I only used a sword that one time."

Kieran looked down at his hands and said quietly, "He said that you killed him, but he wasn't mad."

A pause.

"How much do you remember of that day?" Novhen asked delicately. 

"Not much anymore."

"That might be for the best. I can't imagine those being pleasant memories for you to hold," he said softly, "but hey, that gives us something in common, doesn't it?"

Kieran looked at him quizzically, "What? But how would you forget? You were there."

"Ah, so I was," he answered, "but as it went, I also hit my head something awful right after and was still recovering from the last time I got knocked down that fight. I only know I'm the one who killed the archdemon because everyone else spent the next six months screaming in my ear about it nonstop."

He said, "The story I heard was much more heroic than that."

"I bet it would be. The truth makes for a lousy story, and your storyteller had dignity to protect."

"Can you tell me the truth then?" Kieran asked.

"Would if I could, kid, but like I said, I got slapped around a few too many times to remember much of anything," Novhen shrugged. "I guess if you want to know about any earlier part of that battle? Or is there any other story? I know a few good ones."

Kieran furrowed his eyebrows for several seconds before he responded, "How did you become a Grey Warden? Whenever I asked Mother, she would say she didn't know."

From the ground, Griffon raised an ear.

Novhen drummed his fingers against his cane's handle, "Yeah, I suppose I never told her much of that one. It's not my favorite to tell, but for you, I'll let it slide this once. Listen close because I can't promise you'll hear it again."

Novhen cleared his voice for the show. This would be a lot of details to smudge.

[crownshattered-arch]

|| do.......

do you guys want me to make some valentine's day opens...?

[brightlotusmoon]

#you are right that it's your right to write during the rite on the right #the English language is a bad Tylenol trip

{description: Hispanic man uses Google Translate to demonstrate how many different Spanish words are all pronounced the same in English.

Example, the sentence "Escribe un rito correcto con la derecha" translates to "Write a right rite with a right."

The man starts crying.

via @ familycam1 on Tiktok}

[omotelie]

WHERE’S MY FUKING CAPO

[skele-bunny]

Just throwin this out here after reading about Nihil and sisters death but

Can you imagine how they'd react to sisters perfume souring? I've held onto perfume, not spraying it or anything just to smell, and after a long while it lost its og smell and was just funky, almost sour

I imagine them keeping her perfume cause it smells like her and trying to keep her memory alive and spiraling when they realize it doesn't smell like sister anymore, just this stale sour remnant of what it used to be

Jail. Jail. Jail. Jail. Jail. You're not invited to my birthday party.

Cowbell at first thinks his nose is just off, maybe he's sick and smelling things differently. This definitely isn't his mother's scent. Then, when Special's around who's been doing the same, he notices it too. They're NOT happy at all. They thought they were getting better with their coping process and now they've crashed again.

Special is back to secluding, crying about how he's lost his mother again it feels like. That he can't seem to find a way to keep a part of her constantly around. Like the world doesn't want him to have a part of her. He doesn't dare enter her room, despite how badly he wants to. He knows he'll have another really bad breakdown if he does, but he'll just sit outside of her door and keep his ear pressed to the wood, like he'll hear her heels clicking against the marble floor. Maybe Phil will hear her calling his name. Just maybe, something. But something never comes. She's dead and he's trying to avoid accepting that.

Sure, Bell has Sister's other perfumes but it's not her. That's not "Mamma." He's shaking the bottle, he's tried spraying just once to maybe clear the sour and it only becomes worse. Bell is panicking, taking it to Iris between broken sobs, trying to understand why it's 'broken.' Then Aqua because it's a liquid. Then Gaia for its scent. No one has the heart to tell Cowbell that him opening the cap has helped advance the sour by letting oxygen in. Just holding him so tight as he's sobbing in their arms, being rocked back and forth. But he doesn't like their arms. He wants his "Mamma" arms.

[cobragardens]

and then @cattailhighway coming along and leaving the most harrowing statement in the tags

I’m still thinking about that “is OSHA regulations Cop Behavior” post. Like. You know who thinks regulations are for losers? People who build submersibles out of logitech gamepads and rejected carbon fibre. People who trust starlink as their only surface lifeline.

Do you wanna be like the fine film on the floor of the Atlantic that was once a billionaire? Is that the hill you’re really gonna die on?

We have an expression in my field- “Regulations Are Written In Blood”

People don’t have fucking safety standards as a power trip, we have them because somewhere in the past, NOT having those regulations killed or maimed someone.

A lot of laws out there are bullshit- safety regulations sure as fuck aren’t. I have the literal scars to prove it.