#to the nameless dead

[temerteo]

that 12th night photo but the ghouls

[zillychu]

Venti listened when the bard told him "be careful, you're not a wisp anymore, you could really hurt us". But he only really understood when a stray blade of wind, so small and thoughtless--sliced open the chest of the one he wanted to protect the most.

[vanmec]

Piano ghoulette

[My Socials] | [Prints]

[mxtxfanatic]

The return of Wei Wuxian after his 3-month disappearance is meant to evoke this terror and sense that something is wrong, and it definitely does, but like…

Do you not see the playfulness in which Wei Wuxian handles the ghoul child mirrored in how he later handles A-Yuan in the Burial Mounds?

A white child squatted by his feet. Like a young, carnivorous beast, it was gnawing on something that Wei WuXian fed it. Wei WuXian took his hand away after patting on the white ghoul child’s sparse-haired head.

—Chapt. 62: Evil, exr

Lan Sizhui replied, "I'm not sure either, just that when I saw Chenqing, I thought that it was extremely familiar......" It was unsurprising that it was Chenqing that made him remember. Wei Wuxian said, "Oh, of course you'd find it familiar, back then eating Chenqing was your favourite habit and you would drool all over it and make me unable to play it."

—Chapt. 111: Wangxian - Everyday Means Everyday, chiaki_himura

Do you not see the gentleness in which Wei Wuxian handles the blue-faced woman mirrored in how he handles Wen Qing when he takes her to the Qiongqi Path labor camp?

When she had been fighting, her face was almost hideous, but now, with her dark face against Wei WuXian’s lap, she somehow seemed to be a charming concubine, obediently pleasing her master. Giggling laughter came from her mouth as well. Wei WuXian sat leaning to one side, his right hand stroking her soft, long hair over and over again.

—Chapt. 62: Evil, exr

The shock that Wen Qing received was too strong. Finally, she couldn’t hang on any longer and passed out. Standing behind her, Wei WuXian caught her without saying anything, letting her lean onto his chest.

—Chapt. 72: Recklessness, exr

And then they both go on to reciprocate that care via over-protectiveness, even when Wei Wuxian isn't actively controlling them:

The curvature of Wei WuXian’s lips dropped slightly as he glanced at him. Jiang Cheng had also heard the dissonant tone, “Second Young Master Lan, what do you mean by this?” Lan WangJi’s eyes were glued to Wei WuXian, “Answer me.” The ghoul child and the blue-faced woman began to stir. Wei WuXian turned around and looked at them. They backed off slowly, reluctant, and sunk into the darkness.

—Chapt. 62: Evil, exr

After reading the entire novel and seeing how he maintains this same level of care towards everyone he has no antagonistic relationship with, alive and dead, how could I not be moved when circling back to reread this moment?

[thescrolls-haveforetold]

i. see.

[ghuleh-recs]

Rain in a dress for @littlemoon-beam! He appears in her fantastic ficlet called “Starlight,” here. I asked her for some dress inspo and headcanons about Rain’s appearance, et voilà! Here ya go. I’ll leave you with an excerpt under the cut:

He watches the way Mountain's ears perk up when the door opens, the way his shoulders relax when Rain's scent drifts over to him.

"You never come down here this late. To what do I owe this-" His words die in a broken whimper when he turns to face the water ghoul, mouth dry and eyes wide.

Rain almost wants to laugh at the way his mouth hangs open but he can't, not when his eyes go dark and hungry, not when he sets whatever he was working on aside and stretches up to his full hight. Not when he walks forward slowly, gracefully.

He walks like a killer and Rain's more than ready to be his prey.

Mountain drags a rough finger over the delicate fabric that cinches in at Rain's waist.

"What's all this for?"

"You." Rain says it like it's the simplest thing in the world.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[krscblw]

lyrics: the apparition - sleep token // find a way - the used // boys don't cry - the cure // justification- rosegarden funeral party // unknown / nth - hozier // tattered & torn - slipknot // opaline - katatonia // a pearl - mitski

[falling-star-cygnus]

i was watching Sampo cutscenes for a fic im writing and- -> the fic in question <-

Sparkle just- immediately gave herself up in Penacony, right? like- i was watching the scene where she was following Stelle and Firefly and this man does not carry himself like that [and especially doesn’t talk that flatly]

obviously, the most clear tell was when she mistook Firefly for March but-

he never introduces himself as just 'Sampo' -> it's literally always with his last name, even when he's just speaking in third person: "Sampo Koski" or "your friend Sampo Koski" the only time he doesn't is when he's saying "Sampo's friends" or the like -> which has so far only been twice and one of which was when the Nameless were passing out

she got close here, with the cheeky wink, but misses with his smile and eyes -> Sparkle's brows are pinched and her eyes curl upwards, her smile is more forced -> Sampo's eyes lilt downwards and he's got a lazy sort of satisfaction about him [i think it's just the lighting but her colors are darker too]

Sparkle, ironically, plays his character a bit too shy i think

Sampo is loud and lilting and takes up as much space as he can until he doesn’t. He’s distracting and leading with flailing limbs and forced clumsiness before he’s gone in the time it takes to blink. He’s reserved, but subtly so, and walks with a sort of laidback confidence and swagger that belies his goofiness

He leans forward when he talks, Sparkle leans back

She waltzes into a conversation, Sampo just appears

Sampo feels like a natural presence in a conversation but Sparkle’s dialogue as him is all stilted and awkward as she overplays his silliness

[yesandpeeps]

Desperately need y’all to see this too, idk when I’ll be able to draw like this again 😓😓

[teehee-vibes]

Thinking of Chip and Arlin today…

[probably-impossible]

I'm kind of obsessed with Dead Twin Papa V now oops

Decided to try a slightly different ghoul design... gave 'em jackal ears because the ancient Egyptians saw jackals as guardians of cemeteries (and also ouppy). This association led to me subconsciously copying Yami Yugi's outfit though oops again

Inspired by this post.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Terzo's hands are always cold. I...I put angst in it. Sorry ?

"Your hands are cold, Cardinal," Omega remarks as he helps the man down from a ladder in the Ministry's library. Terzo, gloveless for once, a heavy tome tucked under his arm, glances up at Omega in surprise, then down at where his hand rests in the ghoul's much larger one.

"Ah, yes, poor circulation and all that. I apologize if it bothers you ; I forgot my gloves in my room."

Terzo makes a move to retreat his hand, but Omega holds fast to it. Bother him ? How could the man's touch ever bother him ?

"Not at all, Cardinal. It was merely unexpected."

Terzo's lips quirk up in his trademark insolent grin.

"I am full of surprises. And I told you, it's Terzo."

"Terzo," Omega corrects himself with a hint of smile in his voice.

Though the man cannot see his face behind the mask and hood, he seems to catch Omega's amusement, mismatched eyes glistening with glee at being responsible for the ghoul's pleasant mood.

His hand squeezes Omega's, coolness seeping under the ghoul's skin like a brand.

"I am going to melt my way back into the Pit," Alpha complains, collar obscenely wide open, almost down to his belt, mask long since discarted. Practice is running late, and the suffocating weather is getting to everyone.

Omega can feel his uniform stick uncomfortably to him, even with a few buttons left open - far less than Alpha still. The quint's mask, though, remains on.

"You sure you don't wanna lose the head cooker, 'Megs ? If you get brain-fried, no one's strong enough to carry you back to your room, princess."

Omega huffs and half-heartedly growls at the mouthy fire ghoul.

"I'm fine. And you've carried me before, asshat."

With a snort, Alpha petulantly crosses his arms.

"Yeah, no, not lifting anything in that weather."

Their banter is interrupted by a mildly entertained Papa.

"Enough, enough you two. You do look a bit hot, dear Omega. Are you positive you are feeling alright ?"

There is concern under Terzo's amusement as he steps closer, brow furrowed under the papal paint. He looks majestic, embracing his still relatively new role like this, easily slipping into the authority of his title.

"I promise I am fine, Papa, it is simply a bit warm."

With a sceptical hum, Terzo reaches out to press a bare hand on the side of the quint's clamy neck, gloves forgone in such a weather.

Omega ever so slightly sags into the touch, hoping that his fellow ghouls won't pick up on it. It isn't only the blissful coolness of the man's palm that warrant such a reaction from Omega, but the ghoul is not ready to look too much into it.

"I've been told my hands are cold," Terzo smirks, sparkling eyes crinkling in the corners. "Is it helping ?"

Omega's voice catches in his throat.

"Yes, Papa."

It certainly does send a pleasant shiver down his spine.

"Good. And it's Terzo, for Lucifer's sake," the man huffs, ignoring Delta's grumble about also being cold to the touch.

When Terzo pulls away, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips, Omega mourns the contact, eyes straying to the man's hands longingly.

Terzo tastes divine, and Omega is nothing if not a creature of indulgence, licking into the man's mouth like a beast starved for more of this addictive flavor that is so intimately Terzo.

Omega wants to devour him whole.

He paws at the man, blindly gropping his hips, his waist, his shoulders, growling when Terzo is forced to pull away to take a shuddering breath in.

"I've been...wanting to do this...for so long," he pants, paint smudged around his mouth. Omega groans, enamored with the pink the confession brings to Terzo's ears.

If he's being honest, Omega saw it coming. Ever since he started losing the mask in front of him, Terzo had seemed incapable of not staring at the ghoul, eyes lingering on his lips any chance he got.

"Me too," the quint sighs, promptly molding their mouths together again. His tail wags helplessy when Terzo's hands start to roam, deftly unbuttoning his uniform after a pause to ensure Omega would let him. The ghoul burries his nose in Terzo's neck, inhaling his scent, grazing his teeth against the delicate skin.

Terzo pushes the uniform off his shoulders, eager. Omega yelps, back hitting the closed bedroom door.

"Shit, fuck, sorry, are you okay ?" Terzo mumbles, eyes searching, hands stilling where they're splayed over his chest.

"Yes, fine. Hands. Cold. Surprised me," Omega chuckles, pressing a soft kiss under Terzo's ear. The man hums.

"Do you want me to stop ?" he teases, still tortuously unmoving. Omega grunts, letting his lips peal back in a playful snarl, thick fangs scraping more insistantly against Terzo's neck.

"If you stop, I might bite, Terzo Emeritus," he warns. Unbothered, the man tangles his hand in Omega's hair.

"Oof, the governement name. Please do, my dear Omega, I fear that sounded more arousing than you planed it to."

Groaning, Omega presses his forehead to Terzo's.

"You're impossible."

A sparkling, hungry grin as hands start to explore once again.

"That I am."

It's late, and there isn't enough light in Terzo's bedroom to see much more than vague shapes, yet he still traces Omega's scars and tattoos with perfect accuracy, raising goosebumps on his skin.

"Ah, I forget," Terzo whispers in the dark, head resting on Omega's chest, "cold hands. You're shivering, my love."

The quint grabs Terzo's wrist before he can withdraw his hand.

"I don't mind, Terzo, you know it."

With a content sound, Terzo keeps going, fingers skimming over the burn on his side, the latin sentence on his hip, the stretch marks on his belly, touch light and reverent. Omega exhales a pleased sigh, tugging Terzo closer until he can kiss him slow and soft, gasping when another cool palm comes to hold his face with a tenderness that could make his ghoulish heart burst.

"How did I get so lucky ?" the quint whispers in what very little space he finds between the both of them. "You are a dream come true, love."

Terzo huffs, white eye stark against the general darkness.

"I'd argue I'm the lucky one, my dear Omega."

Those careful fingers glide over his features, leaving cold trails of worship, and Omega closes his eyes.

"Not like this. Not like this, please," Omega whispers, voice hoarse, clutching Terzo's hand. Even through the leather of the glove covering it, it's so cold.

With a sob, Omega bows his head, forehead thumping against marble.

"Please, Terzo, don't do this to me, please."

But there is no answer, and the hand in his is cold in a way that means something far too catastrophic for Omega's brain to wrap around it.

See, this is nowhere near the usual chill of Terzo's perpetually cool fingers, the gentle coldness of his palm teasing aginst Omega's skin. No, this is a frigidity that speaks of absence.

Absence of life.

On his knees before his lover's body, Omega finally understands that he never knew real cold before this moment.

[ship-garbage-pile]

my silly hc is that 3/4ths of the Legion would be friendly to Jeff

[calxia]

A freshly summoned Phantom ghoul who has not yet learned how to behave on the surface keeps bringing the other ghouls 'gifts' that he finds. It starts with him presenting Mountain with a feather he found outside and he looks so proud of it that nobody has the heart to tell him not to put random stuff in his mouth. He brings the others leaves, ribbon, stuffed animals and other things he's pilfered. He just saunters up to whoever he finds and sits in front of them like a cat would with it in his mouth, pleased as punch.

Everyone finds it endearing until he presents Copia with a dead rat he hunted and Copia just starts sobbing while Phantom is confused as to why he's not getting the usual praise. They have to have a long conversation about not killing things afterwards.

[autumnblooms]

*peeks my head in just long enough to throw this here before running away again*

So uhhh…girls amiright?