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[leezlelatch]

(~'o')~ Appreciation Post (~'o')~

Have you read the entire collected works of @ramblingoak?

Described in the Ministry Times as a “tour de force,” Oak brings a level of class, creativity, and sexy old men to the academic circles of renown shitpost site Tumblr dot com, and famous literature repository AO3.

Her magnum opus epopus, The Cardinal’s Bride, is a dashing adventure of danger, romance, and a cowboy most alluring. Hike up your britches and head over to the nearest saloon. I guarantee you’ve never heard a tale like it. The Cardinal will have you wrangled in soon enough.

Oak will be accepting the Cowbell Prize later this year.

[cupid-ghoul]

ghouls have fur and toe beans

that means they probably clean the spaces in between their toes like cats do

ghouls groom themselves and each other to bond and for comfort

that means there will be hair balls

can you imagine you're a sibling sneaking through the ministry at night and hear the typical cat hacking sound only to see swiss on all fours on the ground, his body doing the 🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗 , dry heaving and hurling up a huge hair ball

after that he just scurries off and you're left in the dark hallway with a hairball the size of a golf ball

[ghostisun]

pronebone with dewther—

aether taking dewdrop apart while pressing him flushed on the bed, leaving his pretty little tits and leaking cock to be rubbed raw against the soft sheets. dew’s crying because of course he is—somehow, since the shift, only aether can push him into the brink of weeping ecstasy, until his mouth is babbling nonsense because he’s been fucked to the point of incoherence; his mind now a fragmented battlefield, splintering, full of nothing but his worship to aether.

dewdrop feels smaller like this—his body pinned down by aether’s bulk. he can’t lash out, can’t fight back; aether drills and drills and drills, and the only thing dew can do is take it, slicked hole opening up for aether’s girth, swallowing him down until it feels like the wide cockhead is hitting the back of his throat.

aether croons to him; trills how dewdrop is so beautiful like this, all pliant and crying and helpless. it makes dew snarl, flames flickering awake again, but aether snuffs it out with candied words and gentle hands, and his cock bullying itself so deep in dewdrop that it makes dew’s leaking cock squirt. tiny sprays, his throat scrubbed ragged with another broken yell.

satanas, what a pretty firefly this one is.

[arkeusruin]

Can people please be patient for once? Be grateful that there even are writers in this fandom that still do requests regardless of all the bullshit that they are put through!

Fic writers are people! Not machines to pop out whatever you want whenever you want it!!!

Writers have no obligations to ever fill your requests! If you desperately want something written either write it yourself or commission one of the many lovely fic writers we have in this fandom!

If you do end up requesting anything do not go into it with a mindset that it will be done immediately or ever!! You are requesting not demanding. Make sure to check and see if a writer has any boundaries before requesting and respect them if they do!

Also appreciate them!! Reblogs!! Notes!!

(ALL OF THIS APPLIES TO ARTISTS AS WELL!!)

[brokebonewritings]

Fixing you

Mountain x Fem!Reader

Tags/Warning: 18+, Language, Smut, Fluff

Summary: After a long afternoon of helping Mountain in the garden, he returns the favor by helping you shower until he smells another scent on you.

Word Count: 2.1K

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A/N: Dedicated to Rachel :)

You walk slowly back through the garden from the lake where you had just been with Swiss. He had begged you relentlessly to show him how to skip rocks and who were you to deny him. For being such a good teacher, he rewarded you by fucking you against the boulder along the lake’s shore.

As you emerge from the quiet, lush foliage in the golden dusk embrace, your heartbeat still echoes in your ears like the rhythm of a plucked harp string. The afterglow of his potent touch leaves you reeling, yet the warm, satisfied sensation fills you with an exhilarating grace.

In the distance you see a large figure walking alongside an elderly Primo. As the figure turns to look at you, you blush madly. Mountain, the earth ghoul, waves to you with one hand as the other holds a large bouquet of flowers. You wave back haphazardly just as Primo turns to see you. He stretches his hand out to you, beckoning you. Changing course, you walk over and happily take his arm.

“Cara, what were you doing out there by yourself.” The old man asks.

“Oh Primo, I was teaching Swiss how to skip rocks.” You respond, and notice Mountain stiffen at the mention of the other ghoul.

"Ah," Primo mutters, glancing at the imposing figure beside him. "Surely you know that it is not safe for you to be alone with that one, no matter how skilled you are with rocks."

Mountain grumbled something under his breath, but remained mostly silent as Primo put his arm around you and guided you back to the greenhouse.

“I have been thinking, Fiore, why don’t you help Mountain out here for the rest of the day?” Primo says as he grabs his bag from the small counter.

“But what about the duties that the Cardinal gave me?” You worry.

“Don’t worry about my silly little fratello. I will tell him our Earth ghoul requested some extra help.” He turns to the tall ghoul. “Take care of her, Mountain.” He requests before leaving the building.

You both stand in silence for a moment before he sets down the bouquet of flowers and walks to you, pressing himself against your chest.

“Did he hurt you?” He asks before brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You shake your head. “No, not that much anyways.”

You hear him growl lowly before turning away. He stalked away from you, leaving a void in your chest where his warmth had previously been. As he walks back to the garden, you follow closely behind him. He stops at an empty plot and he looks up to you.

“We need to plant some vegetables here for the winter.” He announces, voice deep. “I’ll have you watch for now.” 

You are left to watch him work, your curiosity piqued. He moves quickly, glancing back at you occasionally, and soon the soil around the plants is freshly turned and he begins planting seeds with practiced skill.

As you observe him, you realize that there is much more to this ghoul than meets the eye. Though he appears imposing and reserved, there is a gentleness in his movements that you find appealing.

For the remainder of the day, you work alongside Mountain, tending the garden and helping each other as needed. You find a strange comfort in his presence that you have never experienced with anyone else in the ministry.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden light over the greenhouse, you and Mountain stood side by side surveying the fruits of your labor. The once empty plot was now filled with neatly planted rows of winter vegetables, a testament to your combined efforts.

You reached out to brush a speck of dirt off his arm, he turned to look at you with eyes that seemed to hold a universe of emotions. Without a word, he took your hand in his, the touch sending shivers down your spine.

In that moment, surrounded by the quiet beauty of nature and the gentle presence of Mountain, you felt a connection deeper than anything you had ever known. It was as if fate had brought you together

“You’re filthy” He says in a whisper.

“Says the ghoul covered in soil”

“Fair point” He ponders. ���Would you shower with me?”

You blush at his unexpected question but nod eagerly, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of being so close to him again. As you both make your way inside the air between you crackles with tension, each step bringing you closer to a moment of intimacy that feels both thrilling and uncertain.

Once inside, you both make your way to the Ghoul den and into Mountain’s room. It was tidy, not like Swiss or Aether’s room. You sit on his arm chair as he goes to prepare the shower. After a few minutes, he calls for you. 

The bathroom is warm and inviting, steam already rising from the running water as Mountain adjusts the temperature. You watch as he undresses, revealing the powerful muscles that lie beneath his gray earth-stained skin.

As you undress and step into the shower beside him, the hot water cascades over your bodies, mingling with the dirt and grime that clings to your skin. Mountain reaches for a bar of soap, his touch surprisingly gentle as he begins to lather it against your back.

The sensation of his hands moving over your skin sends a thrill through you, awakening desires you never knew existed. His proximity is intoxicating, each brush of his body against yours igniting a flame you’ve never felt before. 

You close your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation of his touch and the warmth of the water surrounding you. Mountain's hands move with a purposeful tenderness, washing away not just the physical dirt but also the emotional weight that had settled within you.

As the soap bubbles slip down your skin, you turn to face him, meeting his intense gaze. There is a raw vulnerability in his eyes, a silent plea for understanding that tugs at something deep inside you.

Without a word, you reach out and run your fingers over the ridges of his spine, feeling the tension melt away under your touch. The air between you crackles with unspoken longing, a magnetic pull drawing you closer together.

Slowly, he pulls you towards him, your hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of the falling water. Your lips meet in a kiss that feels like homecoming, your bodies melding together as if they had been made for this moment.

You explore each other's bodies with reverence and desire. The soap slips away, replaced by the slick intimacy of your bodies pressed together, each touch igniting a fire within you that seems to burn brighter with every passing moment.

As the kiss deepens, he trails kisses down your neck before taking a deep inhale and growling against your skin. The grip he has on your lower back tightens as you try to pull away.

“Mounty… What’s wrong?” You ask worriedly.

“You still smell like him.” He growls louder. “Why him?” 

You whimper at the harshness of his tone. “I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking” 

“Well I’m gonna fix that.” He bites against your throat. “I’m gonna fix you.”

Your heart races as you clasp your hands around Mountain's firm shoulders, trying to both push away and pull him closer at the same time.

“Please! Mountain!” You gasp, “I promise I won’t go alone with Swiss anymore!”

He grunts, not seeming appeased by your words. His claws move lower to grip your butt and hoist you up against the shower wall.

“I’ll make sure you never smell like him or Aether ever again.” Mountain growls, his eyes blazing with a mix of possessiveness, lust, and anger. The sheer force of his gaze leaves you breathless and trembling, but also incapable of resisting him.

You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer as he forces his erection right at your entrance. He thrusts into you, hard and fast, his muscles flexing as he takes you roughly against the slick tiled wall. The hot water splatters against your skin, providing a sensual counterpoint to the raw, animalistic nature of the act.

You moan loudly, your head falling back as you let yourself be taken by him. Each thrust is a surge of pleasure, an electric jolt that courses through your veins. You can't help but arch your back, meeting his every move.

Mountain pounds into you, his breath ragged and hoarse. His eyes never leave yours as he continues to thrust. Your body writhes and convulses as he takes you closer and closer to your release.

The room echoes with the sounds of your bodies meeting, the water mingling with the rhythm of your cries and gasps. His teeth graze your skin as he bites down, leaving a mark that will serve as a reminder of this night. The pain is mixed with pleasure, an exquisite blend that sends your senses into overdrive. 

Your hands dig into his back, nails scratching at the surface as the need to be closer, to be one with him, takes hold. The momentum of your lovemaking shifts, Mountain lifting you higher as he continues to thrust into you. One hand holding you tight around your waist while the other arm braces against the shower wall.

You're lost in the intensity when suddenly Mountain lets out a low growl, his eyes widening before they roll back. His body tenses, and you know in that moment that he's claiming you, marking you as his own.

Your body responds instinctively, your own breath growing ragged as the sensation of him inside you seems to grow even more intense. You feel your orgasm building, a fierce heat surging through your body, and you wrap your legs tighter around him, wanting to pull him even closer.

His sweat mingles with the water, creating a scent that's uniquely his, a heady mix of earth and sweat and something indefinable that speaks to your deepest desires.

As you reach the pinnacle of your pleasure, the room seems to shimmer around you. All sound fades away, leaving only the thundering rhythm of your hearts and the echoes of your bodies crashing against one another.

A look of ecstasy overtakes Mountain's features, his eyes locked on yours, his expression raw and unguarded. He thrusts harder and faster until finally a jolt of white-hot pleasure courses through you. 

You cry out, your body arching off Mountain's, your nails digging into his skin as he continues to thrust into you.

The pressure builds within him too, and just as your orgasm crests, Mountain releases a primal growl, his body convulsing against yours. His release envelopes your every sense.

A tremble runs through your body as you feel him fill you. Your body shivers as he pulls out, the water washing away his essence, leaving only the lingering memory of the connection you've just shared.

As your breath returns to normal, your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close. You kiss him deeply, your bodies still shaking with the aftershocks of your passion.

Slowly, you break the kiss, gazing into his eyes. His lips still parted ever so slightly, as he brushes a hand against your cheek.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks softly.

You smile up at him, “You could never hurt me.”

He smiles back at you. It's clear he's claimed you, and you feel safe and cherished in his arms.

He leads you out of the shower, wrapping you in a large towel as you step onto the cool stone floor.

As you both dry off and dress, the tension between you dissipates, replaced with a newfound sense of intimacy and understanding. Mountain hugs you close, his arms tight around your waist, and you feel a stab of something like relief and gratitude.

He leads you into his bedroom, still wrapped in his embrace, and the two of you lying down on the bed together. He pulls you close, nuzzling his face into your neck, and you can feel his heartbeat against your skin.

“I’m gonna scent you the rest of the night.” He mumbles against your skin.

“I’m gonna reek of you tomorrow though.”

Mountain chuckles softly, holding you closer. "I'll make sure that's not a problem. If anyone comes close, they'll know you're mine."

You nod against his chest, feeling comforted and content. "I like the sound of that."

A gentle kiss presses against your cheek, and he pulls back to look into your eyes. "What do you say we get some rest? We'll have plenty of time to talk when the sun rises."

You smile at him, the weight of the world seemingly lifted off your shoulders. "Sounds like a plan."

As you snuggle up to him, the warm glow of the fireplace casting a fiery hue on the room, you drift off to sleep, scented and claimed by the one who means the most to you.

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[autumnblooms]

“Just colleagues…friends…nothing more”

I’m back with more midwest emo ghouls, this time with some Dew/Aeon cuddling, possibly after their first time together. Both feeling so at peace after finally breaking the tension that’s been lingering for months, but also laughing at themselves for the cliche of falling for their coworker and trying not to think about what they’ll tell Rain or how dynamics might change at Mass

[sister-juniper]

the Tumblr algorithm be like:

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Dew being insecure and dysphoric about his small bottom growth and Aether proceeding to give him the sloppiest most gender affirming blowjob the world has ever seen

[emmaspadoodles]

New Cover Art for TOS Contract on AO3! (+18 Readers only)

For anyone interested in reading Green’s on-going fic, it’s got 28 chapters out starring Terzo and Omega navigating the end of an era. :)

One of my favorite pieces to work on! Here’s the drawing process below because time-lapses are cool as fuck.

[siouxbauhaus]

I'd read a post from @writingjourney about how fan fiction and fan art creators do they not recive all the recognition they deserve.

This post is for all of us that share with us little pieces of art. Because you have made me have good times in not so good times.

And I want to share my gratitude and my support.

This is a little sample

@foxybouquet @delulluart @dewymorningstar @her-satanic-wiles

Feel free to add creators

[ghostisun]

going mad but—

dewdrop riding swiss. dewdrop riding swiss while the multi ghoul maps out his body with his bigger hands; his callused thumbs dimpling dew's flushed skin, and his long nails leaving red lines over dew's sternum.

he cups the underside of dew's chest.

"fuck—ah!—off," dew hisses, tail whipping behind him.

but swiss can't hear him, too engrossed at the sight that dew's tits make; all pretty with his piercings, twinkling with every light snagged from the fracture in the window, the moon bright and all-seeing.

swiss is snarling and he doesn't even know.

it makes dewdrop clench around him, heavy gasps torn from the base of his throat to spill between him and swiss—something sacred. a shared secret.

he hiccups, overwhelmed, feeling his ecstasy bloat, building, peaking.

dew clasps a hand atop swiss', tugging. swiss allows him, of course he does. dew is spoiled, loved, by swiss. by all of them, in fact, but tonight is swiss' night, and tonight he wants more from swiss.

more of his anger. of his fire.

he wants to be the one to feel it; to taste the embers that dew usually gives out. he wants to be the one to breathe in the smoke, to be the one filled with the miasma. he wants to—

he wants to feel like the water ghoul he once was.

swiss watches him, enraptured, as dew guides his hand up, up, up until dew curls it over the base of his head where the ends of his hair are most sensitive.

"dewy?" swiss asks, his voice heady and gruff.

"pull," dew whispers in reply. it is a demand, by all accounts, but swiss knows what it really is.

a plea.

"oh, lilith," swiss croons, his fingers digging into dew's scalp. "anythin' f'r you."

[hanalyrata]

I am the one, lascivious - Swiss/Dewdrop

Fandom: Ghost Pairing: Swiss/Dewdrop Rating: MDNI, 18+

[AO3 Link] Summary: Swiss has piercings, I have brainrot. Dewdrop's getting pierced things shoved in his mouth. What are summaries.

The room was heavy with the scent of wax and faint smoke, the dim candlelight flickering against the cold stone walls. Swiss stood casually against the sturdy wooden chair at his back, arms crossed, his presence dominating yet relaxed, a confidence that was an intoxicating blend of arrogance and ease. Before him knelt Dewdrop, his knees pressed, digging into the unforgiving stone beneath him, but the discomfort only heightened the ache that thrummed through his veins. His head was bowed, horns catching the candlelight, casting jagged shadows on the wall. He pulled at his wrists, bound behind his back with smooth black silk, the material digging just slightly into his pale skin. A light tremble ambled through his body in anticipation as he awaited the multi-ghoul's next move. “Look at you,” Swiss purred, his voice low and syrupy, “All fire and fury most of the time," he smirked, tilting his head, "and now… right where you belong.” Dew looked up at his taunt, steel eyes burning as he gazed at Swiss. His breath was shallow, chest rising and falling with every teasing word. His shirt had been discarded long ago, leaving his lithe torso exposed. The faint glow of the candlelight caught on the small silver bars of his nipple piercings, the metal glinting with each inhale.

Swiss’s dark eyes dropped to Dew’s chest, a smirk curling his lips, “You wear those so well, Dew,” He stepped closer, his boots clicking softly against the floor, “Bet you’re wishing I’d touch them, tug them, anything to ease the burn.”

Swiss crouched in front of him, one hand reaching out to grip Dew’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed lightly over Dew’s bottom lip, dragging it down as Dew's tongue absently flicked to meet the pad of the digit, “So pretty like this,” he murmured, his tone equal parts admiration and mockery, “So desperate for me."

Dewdrop's eyes narrowed and he yanked his face away from Swiss' grip, “Fuck you,” he spat, though his voice lacked its usual bite. There was no mistaking the way his body leaned into the touch, craving the contact Swiss was so cruelly withholding. But he stubbornly remained defiant.

Swiss only laughed, pulling back slightly, “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? But not yet. You’re going to behave for me first.” His free hand dropped lower, brushing over Dew’s chest, fingers ghosting around the sensitive piercings without fully touching them. Dew’s breath hitched, a barely restrained whimper escaping his throat.

“Sensitive, aren’t they?” Swiss cooed, leaning in close enough that Dew could feel his breath against his ear, “I could make you beg just by playing with these, couldn’t I?”

Dew didn’t answer, his lips pressing into a stubborn line. But his body betrayed him—a slight shiver, the way his thighs clenched together, the way he drew his bottom lip between his teeth. Swiss chuckled, dark and knowing. He stood, towering over Dew again, his hands moving to his belt. The sound of the buckle clinking was deliberate, every movement a slow tease. Dew’s eyes followed the motion, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Swiss noticed, of course he did, and his smirk deepened.

"There it is," he teased, his voice a low purr as he undid the belt, letting it dangle loosely in his hold. The smooth leather fabric was cool against his hands as he folded it over, angling it just so under the fire ghoul's chin, "Hmm, maybe." it was a thought to himself mostly as he considered adding it to the element of their game, but the thought dissipated as soon as it came. No, he had different plans for tonight. Dew growled low in his throat, frustration flickering in his eyes, a disobedient fire burning within him. With a smirk, Swiss undid his jeans and slid them down just enough to reveal the faint glint of gold piercing the underside of his shaft. Dew’s breath caught audibly, his lips parting in shock and fascination as his gaze fixed on the metal bar, gleaming in the candlelight. Swiss’s grin was wicked, “Like what you see? Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you feel it,” He leaned down, his voice dropping to a whisper, “But only if you ask nicely.”

Dew’s lips quivered, his pride warring with his need. His eyes flickered between Swiss’s face and the piercing, his tongue darting out to wet his lips again. Swiss’s smirk widened at the sight, the subtle movement sending a jolt of satisfaction through him. “Go on,” Swiss urged, his voice a low, seductive growl. He cupped Dew’s chin again, his thumb tracing the curve of his jaw before slipping back over his lower lip. “You’re already drooling for it. Might as well admit it.”

He slid his thumb deeper into Dew’s mouth, watching as those soft, pink lips closed around it instinctively. The sight made something dark and possessive curl in Swiss’s chest, the way Dew’s sharp teeth grazed his skin, the wet heat of his tongue teasing against him. He couldn’t resist letting out a pleased hum.

“That’s it,” Swiss murmured, his free hand reaching to card through the soft strands of Dew's hair. He tugged, just enough to make Dew gasp around his thumb, “So good for me. So eager. You really do have the prettiest mouth, Dew.”

Swiss pulled his thumb free, a thin string of saliva glistening in the candlelight. He gripped the base of his shaft, guiding the piercing to brush lightly against Dew’s lips, “You wanted this, didn’t you?” he teased, his voice soft but commanding.

Dew’s grey eyes flickered up to meet Swiss’s, blazing with need. Slowly, deliberately, he opened his mouth, his lips parting to take Swiss in. Swiss groaned, his fingers tangling in Dew’s hair as the warmth of Dew’s mouth enveloped him, the cool metal of the piercing grazing against the sensitive inside of his lips. Swiss’s fingers curled tighter into Dew’s hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back further. The motion sent a sharp tingle of pain through Dew’s scalp, but it only fuelled the heat pooling low in his belly. His lips stretched further, a soft whimper escaping as Swiss pushed a little deeper, the piercing dragging against his lips with every slow, deliberate motion, a constant reminder of Swiss’s control. Dew’s tongue flicked against it instinctively, the cool metal contrasting with the warmth of Swiss’s skin.

Swiss bit his lip, his head tilting back slightly as he savoured the sensation, “That’s it, firefly,” he murmured, his voice tinged with approval, “Show me you can be good for something other than running your mouth.” Dew’s cheeks flushed, but his gaze didn’t waver as he glared up at the multi. There was a hunger in his eyes now, raw and unrestrained, and Swiss could feel his own control slipping, his usual calm composure fraying at the edges. The sight of Dew like this—bound, trembling, his lips red and swollen—was intoxicating. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Swiss muttered, his voice thick with genuine admiration. His fingers loosened in Dew’s hair, brushing through the strands with surprising gentleness, “And all mine.” When Swiss pulled away, the loss of contact left Dew trembling, his lips red and swollen, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Swiss stared down at him, his gaze heavy with lust and satisfaction. “You’ve been good,” Swiss murmured, his tone softening just enough to make Dew shiver, “But we’re not done yet, firefly. Not even close.” Swiss knelt down, his hand finally making contact with Dewdrop’s aching cock. The fire ghoul’s reaction was immediate, an unrestrained groan as his head dropped forward onto Swiss's shoulder, the touch almost overwhelming. Swiss’s thumb pressed harder against Dew’s straining length, brushing against his slit, eliciting a muffled groan from Dew as his hips twitched, desperate for more friction. But Swiss’s hand pulled back just as quickly, leaving him gasping for relief. “Ah, ah, firefly,” Swiss drawled, his voice a molten whisper, “Don’t think I didn’t see that. You’re not in charge here. I decide when you get what you want.” Dew snarled softly, his lips pulling back to reveal sharp teeth, but the effect was undermined by the way his chest heaved, his entire body trembling under Swiss’s touch. His knees were aching against the cold stone floor, his arms numb from the silk binding his wrists, but the ache only made him burn hotter. Swiss tilted his head, eyes mapping every contour and curve of Dewdrop’s face, the way he shuddered, lips parted, almost gasping. The defiance that still burned in his eyes, “You’re so fucking stubborn. It’s cute, really. Watching you fight so hard against something you know you want.” Dew’s lips parted, a sharp retort on the tip of his tongue, but Swiss was faster. His fingers wrapped around Dew’s jaw again, silencing him with a firm squeeze. “Careful,” Swiss murmured, leaning in close, “Say something stupid, and I might just keep you like this all night. I don’t mind. I’ve got time.” Dew growled, his lips twitching again as if he was about to snap something back. But Swiss didn’t give him the chance as he rose to his feet, the piercing at the base of his shaft catching the light, and nudged the tip against Dew’s swollen lips, “Besides, this should keep you quiet in the meantime.” The slow, deliberate rhythm he set before returned, each thrust deep enough to make Dew’s throat tighten, but not enough to overwhelm him. Swiss watched every reaction intently—the way Dew’s lips stretched around him, the flush creeping down his neck, the faint glint of saliva catching in the candlelight.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” Swiss rasped, his fingers tightening in Dew’s hair again, “All mine. Every gasp, every little sound you make—you belong to me, Dew.” Dew’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, the words sinking into his skin like fire. But Swiss didn’t let him retreat into the sensation. He tugged sharply on his hair, forcing his eyes open again, “Eyes open, firefly.” Swiss’s voice was low, commanding, the kind of tone that sent shivers racing down Dew’s spine despite himself. Dew’s cocky facade cracked further, and his eyes flickered open, locking onto Swiss’s as the ghoul above him thrust shallowly into his mouth. The combination of the teasing rhythm and Swiss’s piercing grazing against his tongue left him dizzy, his thoughts fragmented. “Good boy,” Swiss murmured, his hand steady in Dew’s hair as he maintained control, “Look at you. Taking it so well. Knew you could.”

Dew huffed through his nose, the sound half a growl, half a whimper. He wanted to snap back, to wipe that smug grin off Swiss’s face, but every slow, deliberate thrust stole the words from him.

“You’re perfect,” Swiss whispered, his thrusts becoming slightly more erratic as his control began to slip, “So fucking perfect, firefly.” Dew’s fingers flexed against his bindings, his body tense and aching, but there was a strange comfort in surrendering completely to Swiss like this. He watched the multi's face, the way his jaw tightened, his brows furrowing as he chased his release. “Gonna come, Dew,” he warned, his voice rough and strained, “You’re gonna take it, aren’t you? Swallow every drop like the good boy you are.” Dew groaned softly in response, his pride sparking one last time, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned into it and when Swiss finally spilled into his mouth, his release hot and sharp, Dew swallowed without hesitation, his eyes still locked on Swiss’s. Swiss sighed, content, his hand slipping from Dew’s hair to cradle his face gently, “Fuck,” he muttered, his breathing uneven as he came down from the high, "You did so good for me, firefly. I’m proud of you.”

Dew huffed again, his cheeks flushed as Swiss slowly withdrew, the lingering sensation of the piercing making him shiver. Swiss dropped to his knees in front of him, his hands moving immediately to the bindings at Dew’s wrists, “Hold still,” he murmured, his voice softer now as he undid the restraints. He tilted his head, pressing a soft kiss against Dew's ear, "You okay?"

Dew's eyes narrowed in mock irritation before he sat back on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him as he flexed his fingers, "Aside my knees," he looked down at them, red and sore, faint specks of blood bubbling to the surface from where they'd scraped against the cold stone floor, "I'm fine."

Swiss grinned, cupping Dew’s face again and brushing a thumb over his cheek as he followed his eyes, "Sorry about that," he brushed his lips against the fire ghouls, forcing him to look at him, "Still love me, right?"

Dew’s grumpiness faltered for a moment, his glare softening despite himself. The warmth in Swiss’s eyes, the way he held Dew like he was something precious, made it impossible to stay annoyed. He leaned into Swiss’s touch, letting out a quiet sigh. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, though his voice was softer now, “Don’t let it go to your head.” Swiss laughed, pulling Dew into his arms and holding him close, “Too late for that,” he teased, pressing a kiss to Dew’s temple, “You’ve already ruined me, firefly.”

[narvan-jester]

Just Needing A Break

WC: 2,878

Mountain/Phantom

Tags: Sex as a form of self-harm, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Intimacy, Trans Male Character, Trans Phantom (Ghost Sweden Band), Dysphoria, Safewords, Depression, Phantom (Ghost Sweden Band) Needs a Hug, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Recreational Drug Use, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Subspace, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, only a little bit but want to be careful

Phantom just needed to relax. He just needed to relax, and talk with Mountain a bit. Unfortunately, Mountain wasnt quite fast enough, and Phantom dug himself into a deeper hole than before. Good thing Mountain knows just what to do to pull him out of it.

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Phantom gets caught stealing some of Mountain's weed on a bad day. Mountain ties him up to make his day better.

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Okay, to be completely fair, Phantom didn't mean to.

He just wanted to talk with Mountain… maybe smoke a little bit, but mostly just unwind before the pot boiled over, so to speak. And he could feel it bubbling, under the surface, fueled by overheard comments and the face that glared at him in the mirror.

When he had knocked on the door and received no answer, he had peeked inside just in case Mountain had headphones on and couldn't hear him. When he had found the room empty, he had chosen to just make himself comfortable and wait for Mountain to come back.

And there Phantom waited, reclined on top of Mountain’s sheets, scrolling on his phone, and in such a state of mind that he was starting to grow reckless, even with the rational part of his brain telling him not to.

Phantom opened his text thread with Mountain for what must have been the thousandth time.

Waiting in your room if you want to hang and talk a bit

Unread

He sighed, clicking the screen off and setting it on his chest, looking up at the ceiling. His tail brushed idly over the sheets and his nose twitched in the air.

Either his mental state was gradually unraveling or the ever-present, lingering scent of weed was growing more alluring by the second, but something made him swing his feet off the side of the bed and stand up, pushing reason into the back seat.

Phantom didn't bother softening his steps as he passed over to the little wooden chest Mountain always kept well stocked, clicking open the latch and smiling privately to himself as he took in the contents.

As he carefully took out a bag and a bit of paper, he began to feel himself bubble with fiery emotion, licking up his legs and arms and making him feel a sick sense of joy at this selfish indulgence.

Phantom slowly went through the familiar motions of rolling himself up a joint, tail swishing languidly behind him. As he was carefully rolling up the paper, the door behind him opened, making him jump.

In any other headspace Phantom would have felt embarrassed and immediately start to apologize for the intrusion, but now he just turned and offered a wave to Mountain before turning back to his joint.

Whatever Mountain was going to do to him, he probably deserved it.

“Bug, what're you doing in my room?” Mountain asked, shucking off his boots behind him and clicking the door shut. He didn't sound angry, per say, more confused.

Phantom shrugged, voice defiant as he replied. “I wanted to talk to you but you weren't here. I texted you.”

He didn't catch Mountain’s sidelong glance directed his way with how focused he was into jamming more weed into his joint. “Sorry, my phone died like an hour ago. I was working in the greenhouse, you know you could have come get me.”

Phantom shrugged and twisted the paper at the end, pushing away from the desk and leaving the chest open and the supplies strewn haphazardly where he had left them. He daringly glanced up at Mountain as he spoke. “I got what I needed now. Thanks.”

His path towards the door was blocked near instantly by Mountain, who growled down at him. “You going to treat me like that?”

That familiar lick of angry, fiery joy shot up Phantom's spine. He had Mountain right where he wanted him, he just had to play it up a little to get what he really needed.

“And what are you going to do about it, Mountain?” Phantom shot back, venom laced with self-loathing as he feigned a step back in fear.

He let out a hiss of pain as Mountain tossed him onto the bed, joint tumbling out of his hands and onto the floor.

If he dug his claws into his thigh a little harder than necessary, it was nobody's business.

Because he deserved this.

Mountain settling over his thighs and sitting down, effectively pinning him to the sheets, managed to snap Phantom back to the moment.

“This is what you wanted, wasn't it?” Mountain growled. “Just wanted my attention. Well, you've got it. Remember the safe word?”

The promise of that safety net wasn't deserved, not to Phantom. He shook his head. “Won't need it.”

Mountain's brow furrowed, just for a moment, before smoothing back out, settling back into his role.

Phantom groaned Mountain flipped him over, pressing one large palm into his back and shoving him down hard enough to hurt. He willed himself to get wet, or else Mountain would stop, and he couldn't do that right now. Not when he needed this so badly.

Mountain dragged his claws down his spine, uncaring of whether they nicked the skin or not, ripping Phantom's shirt in two and throwing it somewhere off the bed. The pain of hot blood pooling on Phantom's back was better than being high.

“Hey, fucker, I liked that one,” Phantom spat with false venom. Frankly, he didn't give a shit about the shirt.

His comment earned him a hand fisted hard in his hair, shoving his face into the mattress. Mountain leaned close, hips pressed tight to Phantom's and hot breath ghosting his ear. “Whores don't speak,” Mountain growled, punctuating his sentence with a sharp roll of his hips before pulling back.

He deserved this.

That's what Phantom reminded himself as Mountain harshly pulled his sweats down.

He deserved this, god, of course he did, and it felt so good.

It felt so good, why the hell were his eyes watering? What the hell was wrong with him?

His legs were spread far open, enough for the stretch to hurt, and the first lap of Mountain’s hot tongue over his heat made him let out a mewl not of pleasure but of pain.

Mountain paused instantly, slowly easing Phantom's legs back together. “Phantom,” he said carefully, name poised as a question.

Phantom sniffed hard, trying in vain to will his salty tears back in his eyes, burying his face further in the sheets to hide it. “No, keep going. Please keep going, Mountain.”

The gentle caress of a hand over his ear made him jump, pulling his hands up towards his face defensively, turning away from Mountain. “No, Mountain, it's okay, I can take it!” He tried to sound genuine, but the shake in his voice betrayed him.

Mountain shifted his hand from Phantom's ear to his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. “Why didn't you safeword, buggy?”

“No, Mountain, please,” Phantom pleaded, more tears soaking into the thick, soft quilt covering Mountain’s bed at the gentle touch. He tensed his shoulders, but didn't make any effort to move other than shifting his legs apart slightly. “I can take it Mountain, please, just make it hurt.”

“Hey, hey, buggy, calm down for me, okay? You're okay, you're not feeling too well are you? Just take some deep breaths, I'll go get you some water, okay?” Mountain soothed, still petting over Phantom's shoulder gently.

Phantom tried to listen, taking big hiccuping breaths, face still turned stubbornly away from Mountain. When their breath was beginning to slow, muscles gradually relaxing, the pressure from Mountain’s hand slipped off. Instantly Phantom had turned, claws wrapped hard around his wrist and teary eyes pinning him in place.

Mountain immediately settled back down on the bed, shushing Phantom. “It's okay, I'm not going anywhere. I was going to go grab some water, it's okay, we can wait a little longer.”

Phantom sniffled, turning his face back into the sheets and squeezing his eyes shut, little dry sobs wracking his body.

Mountain twisted awkwardly in Phantom's vice grip, fingers brushing reassuringly against his wrist as he raised his other hand up to once again rub over his back, carefully skirting around the scabbing cuts.

As soon as Phantom calmed down again, he twisted again to look at Mountain, grip relaxing on his wrist just enough to slip down to his hand. “Can you please just… take care of me? I promise I'll talk about it later, and I'll safeword if I need to, I just… you don't even have to hurt me, please Mount…”

Mountain rubbed his thumb over Phantom's knuckles. “I'm not sure if that's a good idea, buggy,” Mountain murmured. “You know I love you but I don't think that's what you need right now.”

Phantom shook his head hard, tears gathering in his eyes. “Please, Mountain, I just need to forget, just for a little bit. Just let me float, please. It doesn't even have to be sexual, I just need to be close to you,” Phantom senselessly pleaded, grip tightening around Mountain’s hand as more tears slipped down his face.

Mountain lifted his hand, wiping away the tears dripping out of Phantom's eyes. “Shh, buggy it's okay. Do you want to decide what to do or do you want me to?”

Phantom sniffled, squeezing his eyes shut. “You, please.”

Mountain pressed a gentle kiss to Phantom's forehead, before pulling back and tapping his cheek gently to make him open his eyes again.

“First, I'm going to grab a towel to clean up the cuts on your back and a glass of water from the bathroom. I'll be as quick as I can. Is that okay?” Mountain asked, voice soft.

Phantom nodded, letting his eyes fall closed and loosening his grip on Mountain’s hand, letting his own drop onto the mattress.

True to his word, Mountain was back in only a moment, pressing a warm cloth to the few scratches on Phantom's back, wiping away the blood. Phantom whimpered as he did so, tensing against the touch.

Mountain set the towel to the side before gently rolling Phantom over and hoisting him up against the pillows. Phantom's eyes tracked Mountain’s movements as he pressed a cool glass against his lips, accepting the water that dribbled down his throat.

The glass clinked as it was set on the side table, and Mountain lifted his hands to run through Phantom’s hair. “Next, how about I do a nice harness, in the soft rope for you? I won't restrict your movement unless you want me to, okay? I think the pressure and closeness will help, are you okay with that?”

With each kind word and soft touch, Phantom began to relax, tension gradually bleeding from his muscles. He nodded, eyes slipping closed again as he felt Mountain pull away.

“Mount?” He asked, voice quiet and subdued.

“Yes?” Mountain answered, setting something down on the bed near Phantom’s legs.

“Can I have… boxers on please? I just don't feel… I don't want to…” He trailed off, chest tightening as tears threatened to leak from between his shut lids.

Mountain reached up to brush over the corner of one eye, wiping away the wetness there. “Of course, bug.” He pulled away, returning soon to tug Phantom's boxers gingerly over his legs. “Is it one of those days?” He murmured.

Phantom nodded minimally, trying not to cry again, trying to let himself be taken care of.

“Are you still green for the harness?” Mountain asked, rubbing a hand over Phantom's arm. “Remember, we're going at your pace.”

Phantom took a few deep breaths, trying to will his muscles to relax. “I'm green,” his voice strained out, earning him another gentle kiss on the forehead.

Mountain's hands moved slowly as he began to wrap the rope around Phantom's chest, making knots with care and whispering gentle praise all the way. Each rope pulled comfortably against his skin was a tether keeping him carefully intact.

Mountain finished the last knot, rubbing over Phantom's shoulders once more and pressing kisses over his face. “Are you still green, bug?”

Phantom nodded, arms reaching to pull Mountain into him for a hug, to which he quickly complied. Phantom idly traced shapes into Mountain's back, eyes staring into the distance, before whispering one word into the air, throwing out a tentative request. “More?”

Mountain pulled away, forcing Phantom to meet his eyes. “Is this what you really want, or is it what you think you deserve?” Mountain asked, voice tentative.

“I want it, I promise,” Phantom reassured. “You can… you can tie up my arms and legs but I don't want to be held in place.”

Mountain nodded, smile soft. “Okay, bug. Remember, you say the word and I will cut you free.”

Phantom nodded, content warm tears starting to leak from his eyes. “Thank you,” his voice was nearly too soft to hear.

Mountain smiled, rubbing once more over Phantom’s skin before pulling away and grabbing the rope once more, shifting the shears closer to himself just in case.

“Do you want your arms in front of you or behind you?” Mountain asked, shifting onto his knees on the bed in order to be closer to Phantom.

Phantom pushed himself forwards, off the headboard, turning his back towards Mountain and folding his arms behind himself, hands gripping his elbows. Words began to slip away from him, simply oil off of water. “Quiet,” he managed to force out, tail wrapping around Mountain's waist.

“Are you losing your words?” Mountain asked, rubbing over Phantom's back before lifting the rope to them.

Phantom nodded, feeling his mind beginning to go quiet.

“Can you show me that you remember what to do when you don't have your words and want to stop?” Mountain asked, one hand lifting to gently massage his shoulder.

Phantom snapped three times in quick succession, then tapped Mountain thrice with his tail.

Mountain smiled, even though Phantom couldn't see him. “Good job. Just remember to do that, okay?”

Phantom nodded again, letting him lose himself to the sensation of the soft rope being wrapped securely around his wrists and forearms, focusing on the way Mountain looped the rope into the ties in his back, pulling his arms against his back.

Mountain finished the tie, shifting himself so he was facing Phantom, forcing his eyes to focus on his face. “Do you want me to tie your legs now or not?” Phantom didn't respond, barely acting like he had heard Mountain’s request. “Buggy, can you answer me?” Mountain pressed, bringing up a hand to press against Phantom's cheek. That seemed to clear the film in his eyes as he shifted his head just enough to count as a nod.

“Do you want me to tie your legs or not?” Mountain asked again, brushing his thumb over Phantom's cheek bone.

Phantom seemed to think for a moment, before shrugging.

“Do you want me to decide?” Mountain asked, other hand lifting to rub over the rope laced around Phantom's arms.

Phantom nodded at this, pushing his face forward to knock his horns against Mountain’s, a purr sparking to life in his chest.

Mountain returned the gesture, bending down a little to nudge their noses together affectionately.

“Okay, Phantom. I'm not going to tie your legs right now, okay, but I'm going to ask you a few yes or no questions and I want you to answer them as well as you can, okay?” Mountain asked, gently rubbing over Phantom's chest, arms, and back, pressing his thumbs in to massage every so often.

Phantom nodded, pulling away just enough that he wouldn't accidentally scrape Mountain with his horns.

“Do you want to kneel for me on the floor? It may get you more floaty for me but I don't think that pressure on your knees is what you need right now,” Mountain commented, pressing a quick kiss to Phantom's nose before pulling back once more.

Phantom paused for a few seconds, before shaking his head. Mountain noddedin acknowledgement, once again pressing a kiss to Phantom's forehead. “Okay buggy, that works for me. Do you want me to put in a record or a movie for some background noise?”

Phantom nodded, pressing forward and rubbing his horns with Mountain’s again affectionately.

“A record?” Phantom nodded once more. “Radiohead?” Another nod. Mountain rubbed his horns against Phantom's in return. “Perfect, buggy. One more question.”

Phantom purred again, pressing hard against Mountain's forehead for a moment before withdrawing once more.

“Do you want me to cuddle you?” Mountain asked, kicking up a purr of his own.

Phantom nodded enthusiastically, horns knocking with Mountain’s and making him chuckle. “Perfect, bug, I will, don't worry. Let me go put the record on and I'll be right back.”

Mountain carefully pulled away, carefully placing the needle onto the record and letting it play before returning to Phantom, climbing into bed with him.

Phantom purred more, rubbing his face against Mountain's as he gingerly adjusted them both, pulling them chest to chest and pressing kisses over his face the whole way.

Dew is the one to peek through the door in the morning, finding the two tangled up, rope haphazardly strewn on the floor over the side of the bed, an unlit joint sticking halfway from beneath the side table, room rattling with purrs. He sneaks a picture of the two in the warm morning light before quietly pulling the door shut, leaving the two in their peaceful paradise for a little longer.

[elenexdarkfire]

Sua Grazia

"Non piangete, fratelli, non siate malinconici, e neppure indecisi. La sua grazia sarà con voi tutti e vi proteggerà. Lodiamo piuttosto la sua grandezza, avendoci egli preparati e mandati agli uomini."

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A watercolor drawing with the touch of glittery pens and metallic details, this time Is another fanart of Paola "Chiara" and Papa Emeritus Terzo, in a much more romantic tone inspired by the evangelical iconographies and Klimt's romantic liberty/Noveau art.

The Mary Magdalene quote is also featured in the sun's main circle, this art is meant to represent the feeling of love and affection towards someone, like a bright sunshine giving you the motivation to start a new day, and the story of Mary Magdalene and Jesus Is a clear inspiration for these two (especially the song "Bloody Mary" by Lady Gaga).

Paola may be forever just a young girl hooked to the Clergy after becoming a Sister of Sin, just to achieve an immature love dream, but her feelings for the satanic pope are sincere.

And Terzo seems to feel them too, or is it just his to hide his insecure personality, full of self hate?

Who knows, their story Is quite complicated.

[slsabilaalsatary]

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We have faced unimaginable hardships, with repeated displacement leaving us in desperate need of assistance. We have lost our homes, and the situation grows more dire each day.

Your contribution, no matter the size, can make a significant difference in the lives of my family.

Thank you for your compassion and support.

[ashthewaterghoul]

I call this, “Cold Walls” Enjoy!! (Note at the bottom)

A year had passed since Copia, or as the clergy now addressed him as, Frater Imperator, had been separated from his beloved ghouls, especially Phantom, his beloved child; not by blood, but still his. The days stretched out, with each one heavier than the last. The weight of being Frater, without his child, gnawed at his soul. But it was Phantom, his once-adored quintessence ghoul, who had suffered the most.

It wasn’t long and a no brainer that the clergy realized that Phantom had a bond with Copia, something that went beyond the professional duties of a ghoul. It wasn’t unusual for the ghouls to show affection for their Papas, but with Copia, it was different. They were more than a master and his servants. They were family.

The clergy, of course, didn’t see it that way. To them, the ghouls were nothing more than tools to uphold the ministry’s mission to spread the word of the dark lord. They were to perform, not to bond. And so, the order came down hard. Phantom was ordered to sever the connection, the ties, with Copia. They were told that their place was to serve, not to feel. They were to be silent, invisible, cold.

They were threatened: if Phantom continued to try and reach out to Copia, if they tried to maintain any sense of familial bond, the consequences would be dire. Not only for Phantom but for the Frater as well. The ghoul, terrified of what might happen to the one person they cared about most, withdrew. They hid behind a wall of icy indifference. The warmth they once shared with Copia was now a memory, a feeling they locked away deep inside, smothered by fear.

For the next year, Phantom kept their distance, avoiding Copia whenever they could. They ignored the Papa’s discreet attempts to reach out, their heart breaking with each cold word and stony silence. Copia, in turn, had no idea what was happening. He couldn't understand why his once-adoring ghoul, the one he had seen as his child, now seemed so distant and unapproachable, despite that even before it was difficult to even catch a glimpse at them. It was already bad enough they both could only greet each other with nods and a formal handshake, but now even THAT was gone.

The coldness was excruciating for both of them. More for Copia, who was being kept in the dark…

One day, when the clergy was busy with their own matters, turning their attention away from Copia for just a brief moment, he saw an opportunity. His heart raced with excitement and yearning, with the thought of seeing his beloved ghouls, especially Phantom. He missed them all terribly, but there was something about the quintessence ghoul—a bond so strong it almost felt like a pull. He couldn’t stay away any longer.

Quietly, Copia snuck over to the Ghoul’s den. The familiar scent of the ghouls’ quarters hit him immediately, but it felt so different now—empty, silent, as though the warmth had been drained from it. He crept inside, heart pounding with anticipation, and there, sitting on the sofa, was Phantom.

They sat with their back to him, eyes staring into the fire pit the den had, lost in thought.

Copia smiled, feeling the spark of hope light up inside of him. This was his moment. He walked toward Phantom, arms outstretched, ready to embrace them.

The quintessence ghoul turned just as Copia reached them, holding them tightly for the first time in a year. They’d both locked eyes as the Frater pulled away.

Copia’s voice was soft, “il mio pipistrello, I missed you.”

But instead of the warmth he had hoped for, Phantom's expression hardened. A flicker of panic flashed across their face before they quickly masked it, shoving Copia away harshly. “What are you doing here?” Their voice was cold, sharp, like a blade cutting through the air. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Copia’s heart sank. “I—Phantom, it’s okay…“

Phantom shook their head, their face unreadable. “No. You need to leave.”

Copia froze, confusion clouding his expression. “What? I-I don’t understand. I thought we… we were—”

“Family? No.” Phantom cut him off, their tone harsh. “You’re not my Papa anymore. The clergy made that clear. You’re Frater now. You’re not the frontman. We already have one, and it’s not you anymore!”

The words hit Copia like a slap to the face. His eyes widened in disbelief, but Phantom’s face remained stoic. They could hardly meet his gaze, the words choking in their throat.

“Phantom, please,” Copia pleaded, his voice cracking slightly. “What are you saying? You’re my ghoul… you’re my child. Why are you—”

“I’m not your child,” Phantom spat, the venom in their words biting deeper than any physical wound. “You just said it yourself, I’m a ghoul. That’s all I am. And you need to accept that! You’re not my Papa anymore! You need to understand and move on!…You’re nothing but a memory to me now.”

Copia’s heart shattered as those words echoed in his mind. The room felt suffocating, as if the walls were closing in on him. The coldness in Phantom’s eyes was like a distant echo of the warmth they once shared. He didn’t know what had happened, what had changed, but it didn’t matter. Phantom had made it clear.

“I… I-I understand,” Copia whispered, his voice barely audible. The tears stung at the back of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. “I’ll leave, Phantom. I’m sorry, I eh, didn’t mean to make things worse…I’ll go.”

He stood up but before turning, he spoke, “But know this…” His voice cracked. “You’ll always be in my heart…il mío pipistrello…”

With that, Copia turned away, trying to hold himself together as he walked out of the den. The door shut softly behind him, and the silence that followed was deafening. Phantom sat there, their heart pounding in their chest, fighting back the tears they so desperately wanted to shed. They had pushed Copia away, pushed away the one person who had cared for them more than even the other ghouls and ghoulettes have, and now, they felt emptier than ever.

Outside the den, Copia leaned against the door, his hand trembling as he wiped away the silent tears that had betrayed him. He had tried to reach Phantom, to bring back the connection they once had, even if it was only for a brief moment, but the walls that Phantom had built were impenetrable.

Inside the den, Phantom let the tears fall freely. They had done what they thought was necessary, what they thought would protect Copia. But deep down, they knew they had only hurt him. And now, they were left with nothing but the hollow ache of regret.

Two hearts, broken and separated by invisible walls, stood in silence. Neither knowing the pain the other was enduring, both holding onto the memory of a bond that seemed lost forever.

And so, the coldness lingered, heavy and suffocating.

The walls were up, but they both felt the distance, and it hurt more than they could ever explain.

{I hope you liked the angst!! Was inspired by you! Obviously this is not accurate to your PCB universe but I had this idea in my head and wanted to make it real and for you to read. The angst was delicious to make 😈🖤 Feel free to switch this ask into a post if it’s easier for you!! Or keep it for yourself, whatever you want!}

Anon, my heart is in pieces. I am wide eyed. I am mouth-agape. OW.

I. Fucking. Love. This.

*scream*

This so so deliciously painful, I love it so much!!!!!