#Aether/Cirrus

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 6: Bitching/Gossip

Mushy May put together by the lovely @forlorn-crows <3

Cirrus isn't certain she can handle everything going wrong on this tour. Aether stays on the line to reassure her that everything will be fine. 600 words.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

Cirrus picks up her phone the moment it rings, not even bothering to check caller ID. She doesn’t have to. There are only two people in the world that have the privilege of not getting put on silence and actually having a ringtone. And Cirrus wants nothing more to speak to either one of them right now.

“Hello,” she says, tucking herself into her bunk and pulling a blanket around herself. She pulls the privacy curtain shut. “How goes it.”

Aether laughs on the other line. It’s just as warm as if he were in the room with her, even through the tinny tone of her phone’s speaker. “It’s certainly going, dearheart. You want the news here, or you want to tell me yours first?”

Cirrus takes a moment, listening to her packmates settling into their bunks for a night on the road. “You first, I think. Just want to hear you for a bit.”

He sighs. “I know.”

They sit in the silence for a moment, and Cirrus laughs under her breath as she hears Dew bickering with Rain and Mountain. “How’s Cue holding up?”

“Your mate is doing just fine, love,” Aether promises, and Cirrus feels a weight lift from the center of her chest. “Misses you to the City and back, of course, but she’s okay.”

Cirrus nods even though she knows he can’t see her. “That’s good.”

“Cee’s still a little rough, not being on the road, and Swiss still isn’t sure he’s doing the right thing. I’ve got him working in the infirmary with the little kits.”

“Givin’ him a purpose that’s not just helping Copia.”

“Keeping his mind from things. Misses his mate and all of you something fierce.”

Cirrus sighs, squeezes her eyes shut. “I’m so tired, Aeth,” she says. The adrenaline of the night’s Ritual is starting to crash, leaving her with a headache forming right between her eyes. “We are not even a week into this tour. Your mate broke his foot. My summoner had a breakdown about being replaced and called one of us home, and I’m not quintessence but I can feel that his partner’s about three seconds away from breaking down into tears at any given moment. I don’t- I don’t know if I can do this, Aether. I don't know if I can hold myself together for them."

“You did just fine the last time, dearheart,” Aether says, voice smooth and calming even at such a distance.

“But things didn’t go so wrong last time, Aeth,” she says, dragging a hand down over her face.

“They are out of your control and it isn't your fault,” Aether says. “I know it’s hard, Cirr. But even though I know how strong you are, you know the rest of us are more than willing to help you.”

“I know,” she says quietly, curling into her blankets.

“All you have to do is ask.”

“I know,” she whispers. “I love you.”

She can hear Aether’s smile even through the line. “I love you too. Do you want to get some sleep, love?”

“Want to keep talking,” she says a little petulantly. Cirrus thinks she deserves a little petulance after everything, thank you very much. She yawns, and curses her body for betraying her like this.

“How about this, sweetheart?” Aether says, and Cirrus feels her eyelids growing heavy. If they weren’t hundreds of miles apart she’d accuse him of slipping her quintessence, like he’d ever do it without asking. “You lay down, get as comfy as you can, and I keep talking til you fall asleep?”

Despite herself, Cirrus smiles warmly. She yawns and curls into her bunk. “Sounds like a plan.”

“So, Copia’s office still isn’t finished yet, but he’s still insisting…”

Cirrus lets Aether’s voice and the rocking of the bus lull her to sleep, something warm and comfortable in her heart.

[nastylittleghouls]

You′ll always have my shoulder when you cry.  I'll never let go

[forlorn-crows]

for your consideration: transmasc Cirrus

i think these two shall combine nicely, @rrriver, dont you? been teasing @askingforthesun with this one for a few days now.

cirrus can be a boy, as a treat. and whats better than one transmasc ghoul? two transmasc ghouls.

2k of t4t aethe/cirrus goodness. author clearly has forgotten what ficlet means. but im combining two requests, so its fine, right? no one can complain to me about more smut.

clit/cunt/folds/cock/dick for both of the transmasc lads here. exactly what it says on the tin. enjoy xx

It’s a modest thing: plain red, slightly curved, average size and length. Cirrus rolls the weight of it around in his hand, back and forth, making the wide elastic straps rustle. The air ghoul is no stranger to strap-ons, this much is true; but this one is different, foreign by its very nature. A little something extra, Aether had promised. 

“Want me to show you?” he asks now. The quintessence ghoul slides his hand over Cirrus’, caressing along the back of it and along the shaft of the toy. Aether’s other hand comes up to grasp gently at the underside of his wrist, ultraviolet eyes soft yet dark. 

Cirrus nods, grin going lopsided as he bites his lip. “Yeah,” he breathes. 

Aether mirrors his grin. “Come on, then.” He tugs Cirrus down to the bed, letting him settle atop his lap. “Kiss me first, though, hm?”

He pulls him down into a languid kiss, blindly taking the strap from his hand and setting it aside for now. Cirrus melts easily into it, Aether’s warm arms wrapping around his waist and holding steady. The quintessence ghoul grinning against his mouth when Cirrus loops his own arms around his neck, fingers coming up to tangle in his hair. 

“Mm,” Aether hums appreciatively. “You know I like that.”

Cirrus rolls his hips, barely rubbing his folds over Aether’s fat little length. Earning a chuff when they each get a little friction. “You like that too?” he asks teasingly. 

Aether rumbles his assent and encourages the air ghoul to do it again. His breath hitches when he grinds more deliberately, the swollen ends of their clits nudging against one another. “Fuck, you know I do.”

“Can feel how hard you are,” Cirrus breathes. He tugs on the hairs at the back of his head, licking into his mouth when it drops open in a gasp. Relishing in the way Aether grips him tighter with strong hands, encouraging him to do as he pleases. 

“How can I not be, with—hah—such a handsome thing on my lap?”

“Wet, too?”

“Cir—”

Cirrus laughs and runs his hand down Aether’s chest. Tugging at those hairs there too before gliding further down, down, down. 

“Yeah, right there,” Aether breathes. Begs. He spreads his thighs underneath him, inviting his hand to dip between them and pet along his sex. Nimble pianist fingers swipe through slick and tug at his chubby clit as Cirrus leans in again for another messy kiss. 

“Oh fuck,” the quintessence ghoul groans. Cirrus’ agile tongue swipes along the back of his teeth with the same precision as he jerks his dick, so toe-clenchingly thorough that he gets lost in it easily and willingly. Cirrus can sense it, as he does with everything, smiling against Aether’s lips when he starts unconsciously bucking into his fingers. He withdraws them, dragging the wet digits through his happy trail and up to his chest. 

“Thought you were gonna show me something,” he says softly. Smooths his hands over Aether’s broad pecs and pulls back to find a very flushed and swollen-lipped ghoul gazing back. His responding smile is wide and goofy. He nods and gives the tops of Cirrus’ thighs a quick squeeze before grabbing the strap again. 

“Gotta put it on first.” Aether motions for Cirrus to stand, holding the gear by the hip straps so he can step in easily. He wriggles it up so it sits in its proper place, cinching the straps nice and snug. He pats his flank with a grin. “There’s a lad. Suits you nicely, I think.” 

The air ghoul hums and smooths his fingers around the o-ring, snuggling the back of the toy against his clit with a sigh. He gives the silicone a few strokes out of habit, brushing the short hair from his eyes as he watches Aether give him a long, approving look. It’s familiar—routine thus far. But there’s still that certain glint in his eyes that reminds Cirrus otherwise. He slips between Aether’s thighs and into his welcoming arms, letting his big hands roam over his ass, his back, his stomach. Solid, strong palms that never fail to light up his nerves wherever they go. 

“So,” Cirrus prompts, arching his back slightly and wiggling his hips to make the toy cock wag back and forth, “what’s the secret, starlight?”

Aether chuckles. “You’ll see. Close your eyes for me.”

Cirrus does as he’s told, taking a long, even breath. He can feel Aether’s smile even with his eyes closed. The quint ghoul puts one hand on his lower back and one, presumably, around the toy, judging by the slight shift in pressure on his clit. He bites back a gasp, stifles the urge to shift his feet; he feels like he isn’t supposed to move, lest he interrupt what Aether is doing. 

“Deep breath for me,” he breathes, splaying his fingers across the span of Cirrus’ lower back. As he breathes in, the familiar prickle of magick starts at the base of his spine and seeps into his pelvis, looping around his hips and warming him further between his thighs. Cirrus groans appreciatively at the sensation and feels himself get a little bit wetter. 

“That’s it,” Aether comments, rubbing his back and pulling at the harness some. “Just a little bit more.”

And all at once something clicks, like a part of him being reconnected. Aether makes a satisfied noise and pulls the hand on the strap away quickly, and the one on Cirrus’ back more slowly. He feels the magick settle and fade, that heat retreating back into his core.

“Can I open my eyes now?” Cirrus asks.

“Yeah. Try it out.” 

He blinks his eyes open and gives Aether a confused trill. “Like, you want me to—?” Cirrus moves to climb back on top of him, but the quint ghoul stops him with a hand to his chest. 

“No, no. Try it,” he says again with a coy look. His hand floats down Cirrus’ torso, grazing over his dark happy trail. “Just give it a little squeeze,” Aether breathes. His own fingers visibly itching to do just that. But he pulls away, watching the air ghoul eagerly. 

Cirrus gives him a suspicious yet amused look, rubbing back and forth over the harness straps. “Okay,” he lilts, lifting a hand and wiggling his fingers. He slowly wraps an elegant hand around the toy and squeezes lightly. 

And is wholly unprepared for the sensation that he’s met with—let alone the noise that comes out of his mouth. 

“F-fuck,” Cirrus hisses. His fingers spring away from the strap as if burned, shaking slightly as they stay hovering around the silicone. He felt it. Lucifer, he felt it. He felt the touch of his hand as if the toy cock were his own flesh, phantom nerves tingling and begging for more sensation. Hard and real in the palm of his hand. Just like that. Cirrus can’t resist touching again; just the pad of his finger this time, circling around the smooth head like he would do to his own. The groan he lets out is nothing short of indecent, and he has to grasp Aether’s shoulder to keep his knees from buckling.

“That feel good, Cir?” Aether asks huskily. He wraps his hand around his own, guiding it up and down the shaft. “Feels just right, doesn’t it?”

“Oh Belial, Aethe—” he cuts off with a groan when he makes him squeeze the base. “Fuck, ‘m so wet.”

“Yeah?” Aether reaches between his legs, and immediately the sound of his fingers running through his folds is wet, creamy. He groans along with Cirrus. “Gods, you are.” He coats the toy with the slick he’s gathered, and Cirrus thinks he might faint from the feeling. 

“Shit. Shit.” He can’t help when his hand speeds up, jerking the toy—himself—in earnest. He sinks lower onto his forearm, still resting on Aether’s shoulder, and presses his forehead to the bigger ghoul’s. Completely lost in it, breath fanning hot and heavy over the other’s face. 

He’s definitely not going to get even close to sticking it in. 

Aether hums and caresses his face sweetly. “That’s a good boy, so pretty like this,” he compliments. 

Cirrus lets out a pathetic uh huh and keeps stroking. It’s not coordinated in the slightest, but it feels good. Gliding over the full length, twisting his hand around, rubbing at the tip with just his palm, bucking his hips into his fist; every little movement goes straight to his core, and he fleetingly thinks he may be ruined for any sexual encounters after this. 

And it’s definitely some unholy miracle he’s not dripping onto the floor by now. 

Cirrus shakes his head against Aether’s as the heat starts to build, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open. “‘M gonna cum,” he half laughs, half wheezes. “Fuck, please—”

“It’s alright, go on and cum if you need to,” Aether tells him. “Just like that, come on.”

“Oh.” The air ghoul’s legs shake, and he throbs. His hand speeds up, focusing on the top half of the toy, yet pushing on it so the base of the strap presses right on his clit. The combination is what sends him over the edge, pleasure cresting and crashing so suddenly it nearly sends him to the ground in front of Aether’s feet when he cums. 

“I’ve got you,” he grunts, holding Cirrus up by the armpits as he bucks and groans. He may as well be shooting actual cum out of the thing, it feels that real—pleasure extending from his pelvis all the way through to the very tip, pulsing in time to the contractions of his cunt as if the two were truly connected. 

“Fuck, love, you must feel so good,” Aether says, equally proud and incredulous. Cirrus keens. He misses the hunger in his eyes, though, his own still shut tight as the spasms subside and he comes down from the toe-curling high. Cirrus is rarely one to feel uncomfortable in the vessel he was given, but Satanas, the induced feeling of having a cock to pull at is nothing short of euphoric. 

“Oh wow,” Cirrus finally gasps when he can breathe again. “Fuck, that was—” His legs finally buckle underneath him, but Aether’s got him, pulling him into his lap before he can hit the ground in a dizzy heap. 

“There we are, c’mere,” the quint ghoul soothes as Cirrus groans into his shoulder. “Feeling good?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, totally boneless. 

Aether hums. Tugs him minutely closer. “Loved watching you like that,” he breathes into his hairline. Carefully, he loosens the harness straps at Cirrus’ hips, slipping the elastic through the hardware so it separates and slides gently off his body. “Did so well.”

Cirrus makes a disappointed noise as he melts fully into Aether’s lap. “Didn’t get to use it, though,” he says quietly. 

“Hush,” the quint ghoul tuts. “Plenty more opportunity for that.” He rubs up and down his back, and pleasant goosebumps rise in the wake of his hands. Cirrus makes a sated mm-hmm in agreement, fully wrapping his limbs around Aether’s body and using his weight to make him fall back onto the mattress. 

“Argh,” Aether huffs as the air ghoul lands on top of him. He chuckles as Cirrus sprawls out, nuzzling into the curve of his neck. “What was that for?”

“Loved watching me like that, hm?” he mumbles. Despite the hazy cloud of pleasure that’s settled in his brain, his hands still find it within themselves to touch and squeeze down Aether’s torso. Cirrus places a sloppy kiss to the quintessence ghoul’s jawline and is rewarded with a soft, lovely sound. “How much?”

Aether lets out a shaky breath. “So much,” he breathes. Cirrus’ hands find their way to his hips and grab, fingers digging into the fat as he scoots further down. “Cir—”

The air ghoul shoves at him to move up the bed. Makes himself a home between his thick thighs. He shoves his arms under Aether’s legs and puts his face right above where that fat clit stands hard and needy between his folds. Aether groans. 

Cirrus smiles and whispers: “Lemme hear how much.”

[itstimetoghoul]

Hello!! I just wondered if you had any Cirrus/Aether artworks around that you have somewhere? :3

Oh man I only have one right now and that's 'Squeeze' over HERE! The post links to the full uncensored artwork and fic I wrote for it c: It's part of my "Cirrus and Dew Circling Each Other with Obvious Boners" series on A03 and is an example pairing that foils or is exacerbated by Dew and Cirrus's relationship.

This isn't mine or even artwork but here's some on stage Aether and Cirrus being cute together. The size diff is also very inspiring!

[denimpera]

Hi Den, imma ask for "does that hurt? good." With Trans!Cirrus and Trans!Aefer cause teehee 🤭

anything for the dykes 🫡

transmasc cirrus, transfem aether, mean aether, cunt slapping, mommy kink. could once again read as dubcon near the end. capitalised. enjoy <3

Aether hums as she drags her fingers down Cirrus’ spine lightly, smiling softly at the shiver he lets out when she circles her index finger over one of his ruddy asscheeks, waiting for the next strike.

It doesn't come, she keeps drawing patterns on his cheeks; alternating every now and then, just to mess with his head, keep him on edge. She hums a soft tune to herself as she trails her hand back up Cirrus’ spine, sliding her fingers through his shaggy hair, chuckling lightly when he tenses. She knows he’s expecting her to grab his hair in a harsh grip and pull his head up from where he’s mushed his cheek into the sheets under them. She doesn't, just because he’s expecting it.

Instead, she brings her other hand up from the bed and slides it between his thighs, blunt nails causing goosebumps to form until she crooks two of her fingers and buries them into his cunt with no warning.

He cries out, arching his back sharply, picking his head up off of the mattress to suck in greedy gasps of air as Aether pumps her fingers in and out of him. She keeps a slow pace, but the poor things been teased for so long the direct stimulation after hours of nothing makes the knot in his gut twist tight embarrassingly fast.

Aether gently coaxes his head back down to the mattress, softly guiding until his cheek is against the sheets and drool pools at the side of his mouth. She plunges her fingers deeper, scissoring them ever so slightly when they're in as deep as they'll go, and coos at the breathless moan Cirrus lets out. She misses his sweet spot intentionally, petting up instead of down and Cirrus whines, uses the small leverage of his feet against the carpet to rock down against Aether’s thigh, moaning when he rolls his hips just right and his clit slides against the top of her thigh.

Aether stops moving her fingers and lets him go for a minute. Lets him drive himself to the edge using her thigh and still fingers, watches his ass and thighs tense as he gets close.

She pulls her fingers free, then, tsking at the sad little noise he lets out. She loosens her hand from his hair and brings them both to his waist, flipping him over on her lap. She brushes the sweat-stuck hair from his forehead and coos down at him, wipes his spit slick bottom lip with her thumb.

“Did you forget our rule, nimbus?” she lilts, tucking Cirrus’ hair behind his ear while his eyes widen. Aether laughs softly, “You did. Got too stupid on mommy’s fingers, baby?”

Cirrus gulps, nodding minutely as Aether continues to play with the wispy strands of hair at his temple. Aether’s eyes are soft but her tone is cold, even. “Answer me, boy.”

Cirrus splutters, “Y-yes, mommy.”

Aether stops playing with his hair. “Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, I got too s-stupid on your… On your fingers, moved when I shouldn't have, I'm sorry, mommy-” he rushes out, moving his hand up to hold Aether's wrist but deciding against it. Aether coos.

“Shh, sweet boy.” Aether leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, rubbing her thumb along his cheekbone. She moves that hand down, letting her fingers linger around Cirrus’ throat before they dip down the valley of his chest, making sure to avoid the tape at either side of his chest. She slides her hand down his stomach until it comes to rest at his cunt. She cups her hand briefly, palming at his clit before she draws her hand back.

She brings it down quickly, a wet slap echoing throughout the room. Cirrus squeals, squeezing his thighs together, both hands rushing to grab at Aether's wrist before she can smack him again. He lets out a weak little sob, unable to even speak.

“Hands at your sides, my little wisp.” she waits for him to obey, patient. It’s at least a minute until he removes his shaky hands from her wrist, letting them hang limp at his sides. Aether palms his cunt again, fingers sliding through wet folds to pet at his hole, purring in sympathy when he jumps at the slide of Aether's thumb circling his clit. “Aw, does that hurt?”

Cirrus nods miserably, letting out a warbling moan when Aether plunges her fingers back into his cunt. He lolls his head to the side, the drool in his mouth finally spilling over and running down his cheek onto Aether’s thigh. “Good. I'm nowhere near done with you yet, little cloud.”

Cirrus cries, wriggling on Aether’s lap. The hard cock pressing into his side only confirms Aether's declaration.

He’s in for a long night.

[bonesy-doodles]

And the Ghouls are done! They are all soooo,,, twirls hair,,,, Tell me who's your favorite!!! And don't be afraid to ask for my ghouls head canons!!! I'd love to share <33333

[ratinhatsstuff]

Oh, I just had a thought — it would be nice to draw ghouls, you know

They could totally replace light bulbs! :D

[bebellsoterel]

Copia with Cirrus and Aether for pride month !

[serpentine-illusion]

THEY WENT ON TOUR AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED FOR THE ENTIRE BAND?????? 🛌🛌🛌🛌

Do you want to hear about sleep headcanons??????? They’re under the cut 🤯

-Copia USED TO be a morning person, always on time, always put together

-now he usually gets mediocre sleep at best, always sandwiched between all the ghouls while theyre fighting about who gets to sleep next to him that night

-Aether and Cumulus are THE morning people of the group, always up by at least 6, getting tasks done and waking the others up usually

-Mountain and Swiss SNOOOOREEEEE

-Swiss constantly moves, kicks or readjust and still gets a perfect nights sleep, excited to get up but usually doesnt actually get up before 8

-plays video games or bothers someone else before actually getting up

-Cumulus needs to hold someone when shes asleep, Sodo and Copia are her favorite since their smaller/her height

-Sodo is usually way too hot and also is a super light sleeper, gets woken up by others moving, his own hair, his clothes, everything

-Sodo is evil in the morning and Lus and Aether usually let him sleep in

-Rain is a belly sleeper and DROOLS

-Rain usually sleeps without a shirt, his skin is damp so the texture of a damp cloth all night drives him insane

-Cirrus needs to be woken up at least 3 times, she just loves sleeping, sleeps through every alarm, cannot be trusted to get up on her own

-Mountain can sleep literally anywhere and usually hits the ‘dad that said he wasnt tired and then fell asleep in front of the tv’ pose

[the-pigeon-queen]

realizations

so anyway I've been trying to decide on my designs the ghouls

[bonncy]

photocards of the demon cats

[nastylittleghouls]

a clever tongue a dirty mind a playful heart a loving soul

[nihildenial]

big fan of backstage pictures that give "papa duck and his eight ducklings" energy

[robboyblunder]

As promised I went ahead and continued my "ghoul guide" with a part 2 (part one linked in replies)! This one covers stuff specifically with a made up lore guide of in-world ghoul stuff as if they were a sort of unique magic entity.

This one wound up way longer and had to be split so expect a third final one eventually lmao. for now though... I'm gonna take a break and yell. Bonus extra info plus the transcript under the cut!

ID in ALT text!

Bonus note: While not portrayed in the guide, it’s important to know a detail about ghouls’ origin called “memory echoes”. While ghouls are formed from humans past who lose all memory of their previous self while maintaining an assumed personality from before, at times certain instances of events, actions, items, and otherwise can trigger these “echoes”. Echoes are very rare, but a valued treasure to ghouls; they make them feel more connected to their past and more “human”. Upon triggering an echo, a ghoul will become completely listless, unable to respond or react until the echo has completed, usually within seconds.

“Memory echoes” are described as blurry faded memories that often show featureless shapes and colors, but a very strong “feeling” of a Deja-vu of the moment. They feel viscerally real and can have a mix of the senses i.e. touch and smell, but produce no recognizable faces or imagery of the self. No ghoul has ever reported fully remembering one, nor any semblance of their true past beyond the haunting leftovers.

Begin Transcript:

A Compendium of Hell’s Derivates

While there are many theories on the demonic nature of ghouls,

The true source is surprisingly Human.

Souls cannot be recreated; rather, they’re Recycled and Reborn

The cycle of ghoul creation started for unknown reasons…

But one thing is Certain:

Natural forces do not change easily.

Raw elements collide with the fuel of life itself until one connects

by His command

A violent injection of pure elemental magic

Rewrites and erases all memory and one’s past, drastically altering the soul…

These new powers lend to the powerful allies of the ministry,

However….

… new powers are a dangerous toy.

While coined as “Feral”, new ghouls would better be designated “Raw”, “Unbound”, and “Lawlessly Dangerous”

First formed, they are still elements;

Torrential, Aimless,

Incapable of coherent thought or rules

-but with time, coherence returns to the individual

Who grows much like a life cycle’s stages without necessarily aging.

The overall cycle is the same per ghoul, yet varied enough each rises differently…

First form: “Raw” – Second form (1): “Feral” – Second form (2) – Third form: “Stabilized”

Catalyst, violent, poor formation – Unaware, wild, chaotic – Conscious; can act like oneself; less raw – fully formed and recognizable

The first form, “Raw”, is notably so violent the devil himself does not release them until stage two.

The second form in stage one of a “Feral” ghoul is much like the forces of nature; free willed and wild, understanding minimal speech.

Take caution: they can be mischievous and cause decent damage.

In the second stage of a “Feral” ghoul, they behave like typical people; however, they’re still very free and may choose to never fully stabilize.

Note: you can tell they’ve reached this stage by presence of a tail and civil habits.

If desired, a ghoul reaches the final form: “Stabilized”. They’re transformed into a stable humanoid body, a form less powerful but safer.

Note: Talented ghouls can change form at will in this stage between secondary Feral and Stable.

When it comes to location, each form is most likely to be found:

Raw: Hell, contained

Feral (Stage 1): wilds/natural areas

Feral (Stage 2): wilds and civil areas

Stabilized: anywhere people go

Seeing feral ghouls is not uncommon, and can even be considered lucky!

They tend to provide free protection to keep their home

Ghouls can only stabilize via ministry ritual;

One can assume they’re ministry members if stable, even off duty.

Ghouls are uncommon, but found most places if looked for;

This seems especially true near ministry placements.

Ghouls only form from adults and don’t “age” traditionally, yet they’re still mortal

Deceased ghouls do not seem to return or recycle.

Summoning intentionally pulls only second stage feral ghouls or stable ghouls from anywhere,

They don’t always like this however (see other guide).

The cycle of ghouls serves a main purpose – as forces for the Dark One, in return for rebirth

However, there are two channels through which they serve.

1) Natural defense against corrupted holy magic

Non-stable ghouls defend at will naturally where they live

2) training to fight, protect, and uphold the ministry’s efforts in the name of the Devil.

Contrary to belief, summonings cannot grab from “nothing”;

Like the creation of a ghoul,

Their element, once developed, is what becomes pulled by nature

The force of such pull is incredible,

A disorientating test of will so great…

…it can render even the most sound minds rather violent.

This is why while some choose to stabilize, others may not;

But should a mind change, they can be freed or re-summoned.

Alternative to wild summoning, one can summon from trained ghouls over feral;

Many ghouls are trained for ministry positions all over, but any can be summoned if unassigned.

Though stabilized, unassigned ghouls are not contractually bound to anyone until assigned.

They’re great for extra work hands and being able to know what kind of team mates you’ll get without leaving it to chance.

Summoning any ghoul however reverts them to feral form, and the challenge to tame them remains the same.

Just because you know a ghoul does not mean an easy summon.

Finally, be warned: forcing unwanted breaking or upholding of a summoning contract

Will have dire consequences.

Aside from rarity of an element, there are “power classes” within each element.

Tiers:

Rarity of an element does not equal strength.

The break down is as follows:

Rare – extreme and dangerous power. These ghouls earn a specialized title.

Quite strong, stand out in their class and very sought after.

Most common tier; average and decent powers that are expectable.

Weak powers, but some uses are applicable.

Uncommon – ghouls who possess little to no powers. Ghouls in this tier may at times suddenly change power tier without warning to any other category.

S-Tier ghouls are quite rare and a sight to behold- truly, they embody nature’s power.

End transcript.

[frontalgarf]

Rushed ghost fanart because I NEEDED to get something out to celebrate rite here rite now (btw saw the movie it was incredible I loved it it was soooooo so sososososo silly)

[ashthewaterghoul]

Kidnapper: I have your Ghoul.

Copia: Which one? I have 10.

Kidnapper: The annoying one that keeps cussing me out and trying to bite me.

Copia:

Copia: Which one? I have 10.