#the ghouls: well actually i--

[orangechickenpillow]

Ryan and Shane, best ghost hunters to ever live

[copia]

endless ghifs 17/? ⛧ source — Absolution at Carolina Rebellion 07/05/2016

[horrendousmustard]

My pwetty boy

[suja-janee]

I love Lucy Maclean, she’s such a sweetheart

[ghuleh-recs]

*shimmies up to your door hella late and embarrassed*

Trick or treat...? Pls? Permayhaps you have one treat left?

Dew wanted to see how Aether would react if he wore a priest costume 😏

[shhroomer]

You guys ever read the most beautiful, jaw dropping, feet kicking, leaves you with a feeling of yearning fic that it possesses you? yea that was me anyways here’s vampire Kyle and his annoying assigned bodyguard who’s also a witch

(ALSO IF YOU WANT TO READ SAID FANFIC ITS A KYLE X READER FIC CALLED ITS FALLING FOR THE IDEA BY FEDOSAURUSREX ON AO3 THAT INSPIRED ME TO WHIP THIS WHOLE AU UP)

[captain-astors]

Creature. (The rendered ones are referenced from manga panels)

[starliteonearth]

Feeling chaotic evil lately, might just lure in the tiktok locals & the booktok girlies by describing Ghoulcy scenes and their dynamic without dropping names 😈:

"She's a kind-hearted schoolteacher trying to find her missing dad but ends up getting taken hostage by an infamous bounty hunter after she inadvertently gets tangled up with his bounty."

"He's a ruthless immortal bounty hunter who gave up on love after being betrayed, wandering the wastelands, barely living until he meets her, his second chance at love."

"She's wary of marriage after being fatally stabbed by her new husband on their honeymoon until she meets him, a man scarred both inside and out by his own vicious betrayal."

Oooh, best one: "She savagely bites off one of his fingers in an escape attempt but he doesn't even get angry. He just grins down at her, eyes wickedly dark and pleased, and purrs, "there you are, you little killer." Going triple platinum on the clock app actually.

Some abstracts to really grab their attention:

"They're mirrors of each other, warped reflections, and it infuriates him as much as it intrigues him. He can't help but want to see her just as corrupted and rotten as him."

"She wants to look away from him, wants to deny the coiling darkness in her chest surging to match his, but she can't. Not when his blood is dripping from her teeth and her own blood is singing with righteous fury."

[ruvviks]

Following the chilling conclusion of All That's Left's first season, Mac and Layla and their friends find themselves scattered across a divided Los Angeles a year after their successful return to town. Matrix Corp has taken control— "With humanity's best interest in mind"— but with our protagonists' knowledge of Opportunity's destruction and Houston's unexpected fall, they know better than to trust the corporation and its near military-sized security force. Closed district gates separate them from one another and a new threat lurks just outside the city's walls— but resistance is on the rise, and it is only a matter of time before truth comes out. [SEASON ONE HERE]

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@celticwoman, @rindemption, @carlosoliveiraa, @noirapocalypto, @dickytwister;

@killerspinal, @euryalex, @ri-a-rose, @velocitic, @thedeadthree;

@kanos, @swordcoasts, @ordinarymaine, @claudiawolf, @strafethesesinners

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Murder ghoul Dew ! Plus Dewther fluff, kinda ? 

Cw : blood, like, a lot of blood, description of a kinda gruesome dead body (not in heavy details but still there), murder.

Dew doesn’t know who the person is. Was.  Anyway. He really doesn’t, and that is where lies the whole problem.

If quintessence ghouls are known to be protective, fire ghouls are said to be territorial beings. And, look. Dew doesn’t like stereotypes, but this one…well. This one rings like truth. 

The mangled body at his feet certainly looks like a proof.

There’s blood everywhere ; pooling around what’s left of the corpse, soaking through Dewdrop’s clothes, painting the skin of his arms up to his elbows a dark shade of red, dripping from the fire ghoul’s mouth. He’s sure his hair wasn’t left untainted either, light strands probably turned a rusty color. 

The coppery taste on his tongue, though, brings a smile to Dewdrop’s lips. He picked the person’s scent up from the well on the east side of Primo’s rose garden. He had been aimlessly wandering, lost in thought and peaceful, when this foreign smell had hit his nostrils. 

Now, Dew’s nose might not be as keen as Mountain’s, but he knows an unknown scent when he smells one. It immediately raised his hackles, alarms ringing in his head as only two instincts took over : defend and protect. This place, and the people in it, are his.

His to keep hidden from those who aren’t supposed to find them. His to keep cloaked in protective mystery. His responsablility. Of course, deep down, Dew knows that he isn’t carrying the Church’s safety on his shoulders all by himself. There are plenty of people, ghouls and humans alike, who ensure each day that danger is kept away.

But in that moment, Dewdrop was running on instinct alone. The only thing he knew was that whoever this person was, they had no business being here, on the Ministry’s ground at this hour - early evening, the sun beginning to start its slow descent toward the horizon.

He knew this person wasn’t supposed to be there. Dew, as well as most ghouls, always make a point of discreetly scenting every new member of the Church, to know every smell that belongs to it. It doesn’t take that much brainpower : scents are stored in that primitive, instinctive part of their brain, and anyway, after a week of so, everyone belonging to the Church ends up smelling faintly of encens and old wood.

But this person did not smell like anything Dewdrop knew. Sure, there sometimes are visitors, but their presence is strictly scheduled and monitored. Because the Clergy knows better than to let strangers roam the place unaccompanied at any hour of the day ; they aim, that way, to avoid precisely what situation Dew just manslaughtered his way in.

For now, though, blood-drunk, knowing the Church is safe, Dew cannot bring himself to care about the consequences of his actions. 

That is until he catches another scent, this one terribly familiar.

« Dew, where were you- »

Aether abruptly cuts himself off the second he catches sight of the scene : Dew, drenched in blood and euphoric, while at his feet, what’s left of a person who really shouldn’t have been there lays broken and torn open like a gory piñata.

«…what happened ? »

Dew blinks, slow and lazy, something primal in him sated, for now.

« …stranger danger ? » he offers, small smile curling his lips.

Aether raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

« You’re ten times the danger this poor bastard ever dreamt to be. »

This statement doesn’t stop the quint from cupping Dew’s cheek with one big, calloused hand, uncaring of the blood. It is such a Aether thing to do, holding Dew with all the delicacy one would reserve to a particularly expensive piece of art, even as the fire ghoul stands smiling above the evidence of the murder he just committed.

It makes Dew’s stomach flip pleasantly everytime, and encourages him to nuzzle Aether’s palm with a purr, shooting him a coy look from under pale eyelashes.

« I have no idea what you’re talking about, » he hums with a smirk. Aether swipes his thumb along Dew’s cheekbone, huffing fondly.

« I’m sure you don’t. Seriously, though. You’re okay, right ? »

Dewdrop shrugs, letting Aether tug him closer until he can wrap his arms around the fire ghoul’s frame.

« Sure am. That’s not my blood. »

Aether’s scent - familiar, soothing, safe - surrounds Dew until it’s the only thing he can smell.

« I’ll take care of my mess, just give me a minute, yeah ? » the fire ghoul mumbles against Aether’s chest.

« Nah. You’re going to sneak back to your room and take a shower. No one can see you that way. I’ll deal with the body- send Mount my way, yeah ? He’s been saying he needed some fertilizer, looks like today’s his lucky day. »

Dew’s about to protest : after all, as he just pointed out, that’s his mess they’re talking about, but Aether doesn’t give him the opportunity. His hand finds the back of the fire ghoul’s neck, guiding him into a kiss that turns heated surprisingly quick.

Okay, so what if Dew is a bit easy for Aether ? So what if he let himself get distracted, mouth opening up to welcome Aether’s tongue, hands finding the quint’s love handles and anchoring themselves there, fingers digging into the flesh with what Dew hopes is bruising strength ? He hopes it’ll leave pretty marks. Anyone would cave with the way Aether pours his everything in each of his kisses.

When they pull away, disheveled and out of breath, Dew notes with satisfaction that some of the blood transferred on Aether as well, just another tangible proof of Dew’s claim on the quint. 

The fire ghoul is ready to dive back into another kiss, maybe even let Aether fuck him right here right now in the blood-soaked dirt, but the quint grabs him firmly by the jaw, stopping him dead in his tracks.

« Later, » Aether chuckles, « just wait for me in my room once you’ve showered, if you’re still so eager by the time you’re done. »

Dew flashes him a grin that could rival Swiss’, wide and feral as can be.

« Oh you bet I’ll be. »

Aether laughs again, joyful sound so at odds with the rest of the scenery, spins Dew around to make him face the Church’s looming buildings, and sends the fire ghoul on his merry way with a slap on his ass. 

Dew’s never showered as quickly as he does tonight.

[yinyuedijun]

no one look at me if I write something for boothill based on that btw

[freaky-flawless]

I am so incredibly excited for the Toaradeen comic to release, but it does pain me to see them both wearing jackets knowing that it takes place during the summer.

[yuri-is-online]

I hate Thoma from Tokyo debunker

Don't know why but I just hate him not as much as I hate leo but you get it and I needed to get it off my chest

That's it

Thank you for reading my bullshit

Unfortunately, I am in love with him TᴖT I want him so bad it is unfunny, pathetic even. He would laugh, degrade me, and I would fall further because I find that hot for reasons I might want to bring up with my therapist.

I have mentioned I think Tohma might have someone outside of Darkwick he is trying to work towards a better world for. I like to think it's a sibling, maybe a younger sister because I have been reading Tokyo Revengers again- idk I just know he's got some softness in there. He likes taking walks in nature and that's the one thing we know about him. I want to give him flowers-

I am so sorry anon please forgive me for simping

[positivelyghastly]

Cumulus ghoulette my beloved

This thing took me 26 hours but it was worth it. As always click for better quality, assuming tumblr hasn’t completely scrambled them

Details under the cut

[powern00dles]

I got a song the coop girlies are gonna love

I've associated this song with a few different characters over the years, and it came on this morning during my commute and got me thinkin...

yanno... Maybe got some vibes pertaining to Mr. The Ghoul??

[canadianlucifer]

That fucking liar.