#the cat is inspired by those paintings that have the little itty bitty cat. i fucking love those paintings

[torchvic]

diavolo and the kitten he saved original post

[fossilzfog]

g r a bs y ou

do you have, hcs about terzo and his ghouls, perchance??

*INHALES* (know I’m writting this at like 12 am because I couldn’t sleep lol)

BUT DO I???? Hope ur ready for rambles, some self projecting and A LOT of queer ghouls

-Terzo-

Some may not like me but terzo is a RAGING she/he (sorta like my nihil) BUT unlike Nihil she is more fem leaning. In my head he only used the title papa cause she thought it sounded cooler then mama. He has a tummy tattoo of the grucifix also piercings (which were inspired by her older brother secondo cause to me bros loaded with them). Out of all his siblings he’s closest to Secondo because they r actually twins! (It makes sense with my hc of Nihil ok?) she absolutely LOVES her omega they are married. Would actually see she doesn’t like wine? (He’d prefer literally any fruity cocktail over it) honestly I can see she doesn’t like the taste of alcohol at all.

-Air-

Element: Air

Air is actually on the older side, Air is THEE sore joint haver. He’s older after all, but I do think he’s had these problems his whole life and they simply got worse with age. He loves warm baths, especially when he’s molting, helps get rid of those stubborn stuck feathers! Actually sorta has a father child relationship with zeph, because not only was he zephyrs mentor he also did in fact raise them!

The animal Air resembles: Raven!

-Zephyr-

Element: Air

Zephyr I feel is not nonbinary but I believe it’s called gender void? (Correct me if I’m wrong!) but basically zephyr has never once felt connected to ANY gender or label. Zephyr also sorta just uses all pronouns. Just like their father Zephyrs got some joint pain more specifically arthritis, so that’s why they sit a lot lol. Also a warm bath enjoyer may I add. Zephyr was actually an orphaned squeak! (Which btw ghestie the word for a baby dove is a squeaker and I think ur missing out on using that for terms for baby ghouls) zephyr was just sorta summoned by accident without their bio parents, so Air got super attached to this tiny little baby and went “this is mine now” no one stopped him

The animal Zephyr resembles: canary! (Yellow is a good colour for them this take is inspired by puppsworld on here!)

-Omega-

Element: Quintessence

Omega is big, he’s also very fatherly, he’s also terzo’s beloved man thing. He’s a very *very* lovey dovey ghoul, grand gestures of affection are like his thing. He volunteers at the nursery! He just loves the itty bitty babies and he must protect. A little sad him and terzo never got to have kits of their own , but at the same time he fully understands that it just wasn’t in the cards. Speaking of cards he’s an avid little card trick guy! Lots of the younger ghouls love getting him to do little tricks for them (Phantom especially). He also likes card tricks, does little magic shows for the kiddos

Animal Omega resembles: a house cat!

-Aether-

Element: Quintessence/Air

Firstly. TRANS AETHER HE IS TRANS, second him and Omega are actually very close! (Someone had to mentor him) Aether actually really looks up to Omega, Omegas even the person who helps him with his T-Shots! On another note Aether is scared of needles, but in the “really works himself up about it. Then he gets the shot and is like “that was easy!” So he agrees to it again” kinda way. Also fond of da kits, but like in the “gets baby fever whenever he sees something small and helpless”. He is an endometriosis haver and literally uses his gf (dew) as his own personal purring hot water bottle (I fuckin wish I had a fire gf for my period problems ugh). Lastly him and dewdrop are T4T babyyyy! (Basically he’s me /hj)

Animal Aether most resembles: A black cat and crow!

-Delta- Element: Quintessence/Water Hmmm I feel Delta is jus sorta there yknow? lol. He replaced Omega when he went and retired, and I feel a possible reason for that is because they are closer. I can also see Delta would like watercolour painting? I don't know guy seems like he would lol. I also feel he might have minor health problems relating to his heart Animal Delta most resembles: A orca and a wolf dog! -Mist- Element: Water

*rubs hands together evily* I **love** Mist, and am a firm believer in she's sorta goes for a gender neutral look. That and all pronouns Mist. Outside of the band I feel like she enjoys a lot of just hands on things? Like my one example I will give is she like whittling, and she often gives her carvings to packmates to show she cares. Because I feel like she may not be the best at properly expressing herself (autism?? Idk maybe me too tho.) Animal Mist most resembles: A reef shark

-Alpha- Element: Earth/Fire Alpha is one of the few canon ghouls who I see as a parent. That being Alpha is the (debatably) proud mama of Ifrit, and yknow it's really embarrassing because Alpha's like one of THOSE moms and calls Ifrit "Apple Fritter" in front of his pack. Alpha and omega did kindaaa have a thing at one point, but like it was really short. So now they are simply best buds!(and yes. Alpha just show alll the embarrassing Kit photos of his Apple Fritter lol). Lastly I feel like Alpha is unlabeled, but in short he likes He/Him but fem terms? Like Mom, Lady, Wife etc (that ones a little self projecty whoops) Animal Alpha most resembles: Thorny devil and domesticated goat -Ifrit- Element: Earth/Fire As mentioned above he's the itty little baby of Alpha, and Alpha will remind him every day that he can never escape his kit pictures/j. He's actually a lot smaller then his mom, like he was born and Alpha had to take a double take cause he was a jellybean to him, now is Ifrit actually small? No not at all Alpha is just freakishly big. (so is Omega!). Now because Ifrit was just soo teeny tiny to Alpha, he freaked out over everything in the beginning because "HES SO SMALL WHAT IF HE GETS HURT???". This was not true to any extent, Ifrit was in fact the biggest kit in the nursery. Good thing is Omega sorta just went "are you dumb?", and helped Alpha realize that his kit was in fact not made of glass lol. Ifrit was born on the surface, and actually does view Omega like a second parental figure (it's really sweet trust) Animal Ifrit most resembles: Same as Alpha

-Pebble- Element: Earth Pebble is in fact the smallest earth ghoul the ministry has ever summoned. But despite what some may believe Pebble does not in fact care. He like Mist likes carving and whittling, they are actually friends because of their common interest. Pebble also likes to stargaze at night, he mainly does this with Ivy. Also him an Ivy got this really weird undisclosed relationship, and by that I mean are they dating? Are they not? No one knows

Animal Pebble most resembles: a white tailed deer

-Ivy-

Element: Earth

Ivy actually had come from a different ministry location! They transferred over to “our” location. Ivy actually is a big fan of tattoos, Ivy even does them for over ghouls! A lot of Ivys tattoos are actually star themed, because it’s special to Ivy since that’s how they and Pebble bonded.

Animal Ivy most resembles: a mountain goat

-Mountain-

Element! Earth

Oh mountain my beloved…Firstly she’s like everyone’s fav cuddle buddy. Because he just lays there and lets the “likely��� smaller ghoul friend snuggle riiight up. To no one’s surprise she hates shoes but also socks, the only time he will wear footwear is when glamoured (because hooves gone), and a lot of the time Mountain will wear them because tile floors are Mountains number 1 enemy. Enjoys tattoos like Ivy but gets more botanical themed ones, alongside “special” ones (I.E things designed by her pack or things his pack has said!). He likes poetry

Animal Mountain most resembles: A Shire Horse!!!

-Dewdrop-

Element: Water/Fire

Oh boy ok first. TransFem Dew. Second oooo she likes her big guy Aether acting all lovey dovey to herrr. Like Dew likes classic romance, but also she is definitely the one who will go “mmm excuse me? He asked for no pickles!”, so it’s still probably the most common view of Dew. Like she’s still a hissy gal but in the, “will defend her loved ones with her life” way. She is literally so attached to her whole pack they are hers and she is theirs (besties for life I say!), she likes having any of her pack do her hair while to listen to metal, (Personally I feel Dew would be a NuMetal fan, that or classic heavy). She loves girl nights with Mist, they are basically sisters! Especially since Mist was the one who taught he bass. I also have a strong feeling she likes BBQ…idky-

Animal Dew most resembles!: a koi fish and bush viper!

Anywaaaay those r my like immediate thoughts for the ghouls! (Took lots of breaks writing this because I had to think between abt them lol) so sorry if they are rambley! I really did try! And here’s hoping I didn’t miss anyone lol

[obstructedantiquity]

💬 for twelve-year-old Riccin

RICCIN KAYATA | 5.60 sweeps / 12 years old

Her thumbs dig into the thin skin of your throat as she hauls you down to her level, and plants a kiss right on the tip of your nose. “Look at you! You’re adorkable, dude,” she jeers as she shoves you back, hard enough that you stagger. “Just like a Gerber furby!”

Sipara’s all teeth, even when she’s trying to be careful: those tusks of hers are still newslick and unfiled, but that doesn’t mean they don’t sting when they catch on your face. “Ow,” you complain, even as she chirps: “- you gray-eyed loser.”

“Empress, no wonder you always gotcher psi on!”

She takes a step back when you stalk forward, her grin wide enough to spit her face in two. You’re not sure what you’re gonna do! Smack her, like as not, because she’s bouncing back and forth like she expects you to. And it ain’t like she won’t deserve it. The dampeners are hid under your skin, where nobody can see ‘em and you oughtn’t be able to feel ‘em, but they tug at your skin every time you move, set your horns to itching when you so much as think about sparking. Not that you could!

The world looks too bright, too colourful without your psi cloudin’ it, and shit’s disastrous enough without Sipara poking fun. Or.. it should be. But Sipara never really gets you mad, not really! Anyone else, you’d swing and knock their teeth out for that, psi or no. You have: Taalik’s regretting their snide bullshit off in the infirmary.

But you don’t really want to smack Sipara, not really.

“Pretty sure I’ve, like, totes seen actual fax, little bitty, itty bitty -” She spreads out her hands a scarce inch in front of her, fingers flared like they’re grabbing something minute: “- so itty they’ve got all SIX legs on still, and they’ve still got eyes darker than yours!”

Mostly, you don’t want to smack her. But biting’s fair game.

“You have not, sister.” You rub at your throat, baring your fangs, but she just laughs, flashing hers right back. Shit’s unfair! Even unfiled, your girl has got a mouth like a fish, each row of fangs sharp enough to make her tongue bleed, add salt to her constant venom. Your snarl’s lopsided, all marred by these clownfish fangs, but she’s got a proper curl going on, threatening and pretty as fuck.

Well! She’s got edge on her side, but you’ve got size. That’s what matters more, isn’t it? The Shepherd always says your fangs are bigger than your mouth, and when ID’s patching up your marks, he’s always after you to just bite her back. “Put those big chompers to use, sweetpea,” he said the other day, when she’d left a ring of marks all the way across your hand: “- just once, and let me tell you, she won’t do this again.”

It isn’t like she isn’t biting you. It isn’t like ID doesn’t bite Raphae, for all that he plays at flush. And if you don’t want to smack her, biting her seems fair game. The thought’s sort of appealing, too. Less mean-spirited. It’s not like you have to bite her hard. Or be an ass, like her, and bite her on the hand, so she can’t practice for nights and nights.

You could just bite her right on the mouth instead.

“.. can’t believe they say -” She’s been prattling this entire time, bouncing like she’s expecting you to take a swing, and it’s just a matter of when before you move. But now she pauses, squints at you. Her nose wrinkles in a parody of yours, ‘cept it ain’t cute, it’s like she’s some kind of a daft barkbeast. Her mouth twists to the side, accusative as fuck, and you have to look away all of a sudden, just like that.

“What,” she says - no, demands, hands on her hips. “What the fuck, dude, why’re you all orange? Are you embarrassed? Like, are you really embarrassed? Dude!”

“Just ‘cause you’re a loser with gray eyes doesn’t, like, make it a bad thing, tyrian tits -”

“I’m not embarrassed, chucklehead.” There’s heat all the way up to your ears. There’s something awful about all of this, from tip to bottom, something absolutely wretched in the way the realisation is creeping through you like sunburn, devoted to roasting you from the inside out.

You want to kiss Sipara Nzinga, your best friend and your worst enemy, the only girl in the creche too stupid to earn her half-paint, the only girl crazy enough not to fucking care.

You want to kiss her, and shell punch you right in the snout if she realises.

Or worse yet - she’s gonna laugh.

“- but I need to go check my moth,” you blurt out, and you flee.

The studio isn’t empty when you fling open the doors and yowl, voice loud enough to bounce off the corners of the room: “Ico!”

“Ico! Brother!” The despair in your voice could inspire a litany. Fuck pictures: the strength of your pain could paint an entire goddamn chapel, roof and all, panels and panels just showing the depth of your inner distress. “I think -” Your voice gives a hitch. If you weren’t so fucking mad, you’d have to stop to envy it, because the little wobble it gives your words is everything. “I want to kiss her!”

His troupemates are used to you by now, though, and they’re ungrateful louts besides that. There’s scarcely a stir, for all that Abrama frowns at you: all across the floor, people keep up their activities, stretching out to touch their toes, pulling themselves into strange poses. “No shoes on the floor,” Abrama reminds you, pulling her toes to her shoulder.

Her frown just deepens when you whine.

By the time you strip off your boots nd make your way to ID, he’s pulled himself halfway up a rope. He peers at you from upside down, his hair brushing the ground, his legs wrapped tight around the coil holding him up. “Really? That’s adorable, my little dandelion. Positively precious! But if you’re asking for advice,” he says, dubious, twisting so that the rope tugs him a little higher, “the answer, I am afraid, is no!”

“Also, we’ll have to have a talk about proper boundaries, too -”

“That’s not it!” you hiss at him, ears going back and your lip going out. He never appreciates your drama. He never takes you seriously, and just to slight him, you lean in, grab hold of the rope with one hand so he can’t go twisting away. “I need - I need -”

“Speech therapy?”

“I don’t know! How do I make sure she doesn’t laugh? How do I make sure she ain’t gonna, like, freak out?” you demand, and he laughs, lets go of the rope.

He doesn’t hit the ground. His psi holds him in place, tugs him upwards, and he dangles mid-air instead, face thoughtful as a cat’s. (And still upside down, because ID’s a prat, through and through, and for all you don’t need to read his lips this close, he likes to test you all the same.)

“That’s a good question, sugargrub! Hm. Uh.. let me get a cigarette,” he offers, twitching out a hand, and his bag’s halfway across the room towards the both of you when you slap it down.

“I don’t want a face full of smoke. Brother! Come on. How’d you get Raphae not to laugh?”

“.. that. Uh.” He blinks at you. “That,” he says, careful, “is a completely different ball-game, darling! And not one relevant to you, bless your pumpbiscuit. Or, ah, well, it better not be, or.. well! It had better not be, how’s that? But. Um. Right! No. Do you want the honest truth, dearheart?”

“No,” you sniff, “I want you to fucking lie, brother.”

“Well, too bad! Ashen isn’t about getting what you want. The honest truth is.. she’s going to laugh at you.” When you squawk, he’s ready: he’s already pulling himself up and higher, horns brushing the ceiling by the time you take a swing. “Hush up! She’s going to laugh,” he tells you, brisk, “but then, darling, you little lemontart, if you don’t go trudging off to sulk under a tent, the two of you’ll have a talk, and it’ll all even out.”

“.. how do you know that?” ID is so full of hot air. Half the time, you’re not even sure why he’s your auspistice: he’s all fluff and bitterness and things he won’t ever explain, no matter how much you and Sipara nag him, but.. the other half of the time, you remember. There’s no doubt in his voice right now! Just an easy sort of confidence that rolls over you like a balm, smoothing out all of your rough edges, dampening the clawing, sickly aggravation trying to make its way out of your chest.

It’s easy to believe in that sort of voice, even if the words don’t make any sense. You’ll have a talk, he says, like Sipara’s ever talked about anything maturely in her entire goddamn life -

- but he says it so confidently.

“Magic! Advice time is over,” ID announces, reaching out and tapping your nose with a finger. “Think about it, and scat.”