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Tattoos

And now for something completely different... and actual piece of writing. To celebrate this wonderful milestone I've reached, that being 1k notes and 20 followers, which maybe isn't a lot but it sure does mean a whole lot to me, I've decided to finally post a bit of my actual writing. So here's a little snack, I hope whoever comes upon it enjoys it.

Pairing: Rain Ghoul x Male!OC (Quint) Summary: Quint joins Rain on his usual evening swim, and the two of them enjoy a quiet, peaceful chat. Rain cannot help his curiosity, and so he takes this opportunity to ask the fallen angel more about his past and physical attributes. What started as a simple story turned into a full makeout session. Genre: spicy fluff Warnings/Content: kissing, body worshiping, hinting at smut, just a couple of 'naughty' words, some OC backstory Word Count: 4k Reading Time: ~20 minutes A/N: I apologize for all the grammatical mistakes; English is not my first language.

Tattoos

It was a quiet summer night, so typical and yet so perfect. The crickets are chirping, frogs singing their own songs, while all the other nocturnal animals join them. The sky is clear, every twinkling star visible, the moon casting down long shadows over the grass.

It is a night for taking a break, just what Quint has decided to do. The past week has been a pain with so much work to be done about all the preparations now that summer has arrived. From all the gardening and field work, to taking care of the animals, and then with all the feral fire ghouls running around now that their mating season is near. He couldn’t catch a breath even if he wanted to, which, well, he did, but the circumstances usually didn’t even let him think about it. But now he’s finally managed to escape from it all and take a stroll around the abbey grounds.

He’s made his way towards the back of the Lake. How creative, right? Not a single person in hundreds of years has come up with a better name for the body of water. Everyone has always just called it “The Lake”, so now the name just stuck. At least it doesn’t cause any confusion.

As Quint stepped off the gravel path that goes around the whole property, he took off his shoes to feel the soft grass under his feet, so it would soothe them after days of resting not once. The Moon and the many fireflies light his way, leading him further and further away, the splashing sounds and chatter from the energetic water ghouls enjoying the evening slowly dying down, leaving him completely alone.

That is, until he reaches the end of the lake and in the shallow water of it, he sees a figure moving. Not many ghouls stray so far in the wilderness, especially alone, so it doesn’t take Quint long to recognize that sharp yet elegant dorsal fin of his beloved water ghoul. He smiles to himself upon seeing Rain, slowly closing the distance between himself and the shore, waiting for him to notice his presence.

Rain felt the air shift, a kind of ease falling upon him. The feeling was quite familiar, and he knew exactly who was bringing it, so he lifted up his head to look around for the quintessence ghoul. He spotted a tall, looming figure standing just a few meters away from his own position in the water, and unlike some might, he actually started swimming towards it.

“Enjoying the evening?” Quint asked as Rain approached him, stopping just an arms-reach away from the land.

“Mhm. It’s nice, hasn’t been so quiet in a while.” Rain answered, looking up at the quintessence ghoul. “Wanna join me?”

“No, it feels like my whole body is on fire. I think doing anything more than walking would just render me immobile.” Quint chuckled as he sat down, dropping his shoes beside himself and starting to curl up his pants. “But, I would love to bother you nonetheless, if you don’t mind?”

“I do mind, in fact. I was really looking forward to being alone, and now you come here and ruin that. ” Rain smiled, coming up to the shore beside Quint and resting his elbows on it so the lower part of his body still remained submerged. “Meaning no, I don’t mind at all. We didn’t talk for some time. You’ve been so busy.”

Quint laughed at that, at Rain’s usual acting-annoyed demeanor. Everyone already knew he wasn’t actually as annoyed as he always said. Mostly, it was just an act he put up because Satan knows why. Guess someone has to be dramatic all the time.

“Yeah, there’s been so much work to do. All those summer preparations- ah, but it’s done now.” He let out a sigh of relief as he lowered his feet into the water, feeling the comforting cool of it. “Everything should go smoothly from now on.”

“ ’Should.’ ” Rain emphasized, reminding Quint how there are always problems within the abbey and how work never goes smoothly.

“Ah, it’s just wishful thinking. But what’s important is that the worst of it is done. My part at least. I can take a break now and then, too, right?” Quint asked, propping himself up with his arms.

“Of course. Can’t have you overworked now. If you suddenly took an annual, I think we’d be in a whole lot of problems.” Rain chuckled, bumping his shoulder into Quint’s thigh.

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration. You’d make way with it fast.”

“Wanna test it out?”

“No.” Quint stated, making them both laugh. He knew that people would adapt to his sudden disappearance from the leading duty, but was he eager to test it out? No, not really. He wasn’t exactly a man of risking it, he liked when things were in order and doing as they should.

“Anyway,” Quint started, turning towards Rain and brushing a stray hair behind his ear. “How have you been?”

Rain smiled at him, leaning his cheek on his palm so he could look up at the quintessence ghoul all lovingly. Quint was keen on venting about his troubles, which wasn’t exactly venting, more so ‘mentioning, but he never failed to ask others what was bothering them. He always made sure it wasn’t all about him. That’s why everyone found it easy to talk to him and fall for him. Rain would know; he’s already been smitten.

“Hm, as usual. Sodo’s been pesterizing me, Mountain’s been scaring the shit out of me, the only way I could get Swiss off my tail is if I cut it off, and Aether is- well, Aether. He keeps telling me to smile more at the good and positive stuff, and not when Swiss forgets we rearranged the flower pots in the den’s square and falls over them for the third time this week and has to get his nose fixed up.”

Quint snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. He still couldn’t believe how such a gorgeous, smart and charming ghoul like Rain could be such a bitch at the same time. It amused him to say the least. Guess he’s too good in theory so a terrible sense of humor and the inability to be nice to people have to balance that out.

“All in all- I’m still miserable.” Rain finished, offering him a petty grin.

“Of course you are.” Quint said sarcastically. “Perhaps it’s because you tend to be a cunt to amuse yourself.”

“No, no. Everyone else is being a cunt. I’m the nicest ghoul out there.”

They looked at each other for a moment before chuckling. Rain, as smart as he was, sometimes does exclaim the most ridiculous things. That’s why everyone loves him, despite him being the biggest bitch they’ve ever met.

He sighed, resting his head on his hands and pointing his look somewhere in the dark distance. He enjoyed the comfortable silence. All interactions with Quint were like that, slow, peaceful, quiet, making you forget about all the troubles of the world. But at the same time, you were left thinking about life. It was weird in a way, questioning the universe without fear of what it may bring. Rain guessed that was just Quint’s power, to make you feel safe in whatever situation. He brought hope and comfort wherever he ventured.

“You know, I’ve been wondering…” Rain breaks the silence, thoughtfully staring at the quintessence ghoul’s wings and gently tracing his finger over the dots covering them, connecting them in whatever pattern he first thought of. “You’re the Virtue of Quintessence, right?”

“Fallen, yes.” Quint corrected.

“The stories say that you’ve created the whole universe, every star, every planet, all of the galaxies…”

“It wasn’t just me. I couldn’t have done it without my brothers. All of the celestial bodies are made from many various elements, mine just gives them like that core energy that enables them to exist.” The “ghoul” explained, showcasing a little hologram of a planet in the palm of his hand.

Rain watched with suppressed awe at the little light show. He genuinely enjoyed listening to all stars-related topics for he watched them every night when he swam beneath them. Their faint twinkling was almost hypnotizing. It made him wonder just how far away are they? What kind of life surrounds them? Is it similar to this galaxy? To Hell? Is there Heaven somewhere between them, or is it just a vast plane of nothingness, and what he watches every night is but a façade put up by God? Of course, he knew the answer to all of those questions. Aether has told him many stories about the stars, and so has Quint, but still he was a little sceptical. He always was about things that seemed so impossibly complex and mysterious. He couldn’t grasp how a simple being such as himself, as a demon or an angel, could be able to create something so big and majestic. He wouldn’t exactly categorize it as impossible as he did the whole idea of it, but more so improbable. The thought of making endless giant balls of rock for billions of years just didn’t sit right with him in any way. He for sure wouldn’t be able to do it. It’s a miracle if he shows up more than once a week for band practice, let alone do it every day for the rest of his life.

“But you did make it all?”

“Most of it. We made quite a lot of galaxies in the beginning, but after the universe started working itself we didn’t need to make anything more. It was being created itself.”

“How long did that take you?”

“Honestly?” Quint started, looking up at the sky as if it would tell him just how old he was. He did figure the first star of the universe, and himself were about the same age, but he could be billions of years off too. “I don’t know exactly. That was a long time ago.”

“Heh, don’t know how old you are?” Rain chuckled, the realization of his bandmate being the actual creator of the universe slowly creeping up on him. It was a weird concept, how someone so so familiar could be an entity of such importance. It struck him as strange, but he still couldn’t see the Virtue in front of him as anything else but a quintessence ghoul with an unexpected backstory.

“I’ve stopped counting after I fell. The days weren’t so bright and perfect after that.” Quint looked in the distance, going deep in thought as his nails dug deeper into the ground. He hated to be reminded of that time, but here and there, he needed a reality check to not get too comfortable with the life he was leading.

Rain looked up at him, an apology written across his face. He figured a “I’m sorry” wouldn’t do him justice, so he reached out and laid his hand atop of his, giving it a light squeeze. Quint released his grip on the ground and instead brought his fingers around Rain’s thumb, acknowledging the silent apology.

“That is,” Quint started, offering the water ghoul a gentle smile. “They’ve become better as time passed, and I wouldn’t change the way they are now for anything.”

He ran his thumb over Rain’s, never breaking eye contact. Rain smiled at that, his tail giving a few slow flaps as warmth of the moment spread through him. He lowered his head down to rest on his arm, now practically lying down on the ground as he was still looking up at Quint, enjoying this little silent moment. But of course, Rain wouldn’t be Rain if he kept his mouth shut, so he continued with the topic he started just a while ago.

“How many stars did you make?”

“Don’t know. You can count them if you want.” Quint spread his wings out, motioning towards those millions of white dots covering them that Rain was tracing before.

“All those are supposed to be stars?” Rain wondered, now raising up on his elbows to get a better view of Quint’s wings.

“Stars, planets, moons, all kinds of celestial bodies. For each one, a mark appeared.”

“So the whole universe is engraved on you?” Rain stated in awe. Now he could go around and say that he can hold the whole universe in his hands. The thought made him grin.

“You could say that.” Quint confirmed.

“What about now? If you create something now, would it appear too?”

“No, unfortunately no.” Quint answered, pulling back his wings to rest them on the ground. “What I made, I made. It’s another one of God’s jokes. He tattoos you with instructions, progress, and your successes, and then he strips you of your power but leaves the marks so you can remember what you were once able to do. It’s a bit cruel, no?”

Rain gave him an apologetic look once again. He wasn’t very good at comforting people, but he was a great listener. He just hummed in response, agreeing with the Virtue.

“But you don’t hide them.” Rain stated. “You know, so you wouldn’t look at them and think about it again.” He wanted to tell him how he shouldn’t dwell on that side of the past too much, that he should be proud of what he’s accomplished. But he figured a betrayal from God himself was something you don’t forget so easily.

“Heh, I do hide them actually.” Quint chuckled, crossing his arms on his chest.

“What do you mean?” Rain asked, wondering if somehow Quint had misunderstood the concept of ‘hiding’, for he could see the marks on his wings as clear as day.

“Agh, well, there’s a whole lot more of them. Each Virtue has them, some are of their works, while others show the process behind the making of those works. You know how the saying goes, “All is already written down”? Yeah, sometimes the meaning is pretty straightforward.” Quint explained, looking at Rain.

“Can I…see them?” Rain asked, almost pleadingly. He was aware of the number of secrets the “ghoul” before him held, and at some point in the past, he had made it his mission to uncover them all. But curiosity wasn’t the only thing that drove him towards the mysterious character that Quint was, it was also a kind of attraction. He wants to know him better, be closer to him. Although he is aware that Quint is not his mate, he wouldn’t mind him being the next thing to that.

“Well, if you wish.” Quint answered and lowered his hands down to his sides to prop himself up on the ground.

As he did so, warm, golden strings of light started tracing shapes all across his body. Rain watched as his arms became covered in what he recognized as alchemical symbols, forming patterns around his muscles and down his fingers. The light stretched all the way up to his forehead and down to his toes. It illuminated the space around them, casting what you could describe as sunlight on the soft grass, sending dancing rays down to the lake floor.

Rain was purely mesmerized. His scales glinted in the gentle, comforting light that sent warmth through the whole of his body. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever witnessed. It was like fireflies nested on Quint’s skin, like he was the night, and he was adorned with thousands of little lanterns forming various designs on him.

“Wow.” Rain breathed out, taking a step back to see him fully, not wanting to miss a single detail. “That’s-“

“Not what you expected?”

“Yeah, it’s-“ He actually wasn’t sure what it was. He couldn’t describe the feeling with words. It was just- “Beautiful.”

Quint chuckled at that, shaking his head. He was told many times that he was beautiful, but the looks he bears are all the hand-made product of God he now despises. True- everything God makes is beautiful in some unique way, but the beauty of angels is quite different than the natural beauty of all other beings. Angels were made soldiers, all by a blueprint of sorts. Their beauty is mathematical, and not true. That’s why Quint always brushed the compliments off because his design demands them; they’re not spontaneous. His beauty is not in the eyes of the viewer, but it’s already etched in his skin.

“No, really- I’m not flirting or something- I just-“ He thought for a moment, but he still couldn’t grasp the right words to say. “I can’t describe it. I’ve never seen something so pretty before.”

“It’s nothing special. All the Virtues look like this. We all share the same…design.”

“Why are you always so hard on yourself?” Rain asked, closing the distance between them and parting Quint’s legs so he could stand between them.

Quint raised his eyebrows at the action, following Rain’s every move as he propped himself up on his thighs, looking up at him right at the shoulder height, a mere few inches away from his face. He let out a long breath, vile thoughts mixing right in with Rain’s.

“I’m just saying how it is.” He answered, breathing hard as Rain started stroking his thighs.

“It might be like that, but it doesn’t mean you’re not just straight up gorgeous.” Rain whispered in his lips, moving his hands higher up so they’d rest on his hips. “How about I show you?”

“Show me what?”

“How pretty you are.”

Quint chuckled, grabbing Rain’s chin and gently stroking his thumb over his lower lip. He lowered his head down beside Rain’s so he could whisper in his ear.

“And how will you do that?”

“You’ll see. But first,” He motioned for his button-up, while he already started fiddling with the zipper of his pants. “Take that off, please.”

Quint looked down at his shirt, at the tattoos glowing beneath it. For a second, he hesitated, but a gasp escaped him as Rain pulled down the zipper and pushed his fingers down the sides of his pants, ready to take them off. At that, Quint reached towards the back of his neck and unclipped the shirt, moving to the front to unbutton it. Rain smirked at the action, also starting to undress him.

The whole job was done quickly, both the pants and the shirt being discarded somewhere back in the grass, leaving Quint only in his briefs. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed Rain left them on, but he decided to be patient and let the scene unfold as the author intended.

Rain took a step back, once again admiring the Virtue in front of him, and then he dipped his body deeper in the water, so just his head was poking out, coming back to rest between Quint’s thighs. He started running his hands up and down his quads, looking up at the quintessence ghoul with nothing but adoration in his eyes. That confused Quint a bit. Usually a blowjob would be on the way, but this time he didn’t feel it coming.

Instead, Rain starts kissing his thigh, tracing each shining line with his lips. He doesn’t leave an inch of skin untouched, either by his lips or by his hands. The bright tattoos feel warm, a contrast to Quint’s fairly cold skin. As he touches them, it feels like small sparks are going off on his lips and underneath his fingers. It’s weirdly satisfactory.

As he moved higher up, he started lightly nibbling on the glowing shapes etched into the skin, making Quint sigh as pleasure swarmed the rest of his body. He was getting hotter by the second, but he feared Rain wouldn’t spare his poor body and do what it demanded.

And just like he predicted, after he was done giving attention to his thighs, he skipped right past his crotch and started trailing wet kisses up his stomach. Quint groaned in disappointment, making Rain chuckle.

“Oh no, I’m not doing that. I told you I’d make you feel pretty, not horny.” Rain stated, going right back to kissing Quint’s abs. “Since you’re the one that usually does that, I think it’s fair someone gives you a reason to love yourself a bit more.”

Quint sighed, relaxing under Rain’s touch as he gently trailed his nails over his back. It is true, Quint always made it his mission to pleasure others in such a way that they’d start seeing themselves in a much more beautiful light. He never expected them to do the same, tho. He never really needed affirmation; he was pretty confident in himself and his looks. Just never feeling anything more towards himself than that. He didn’t love himself, but he didn’t hate himself either. He stood on neutral ground, really, just accepting himself as he was. (Dear me, that’s a lot of ‘he-s’ and ‘himself-s’.)

But now that someone else was so passionate about him, so mesmerized by him, that they were worshipping his body in such a way that both of them became ecstatic because of it, it sure was making him feel better about himself.

Rain hummed into his skin, stopping at his chest to admire it and the tattoos covering it. He was trying to decipher what they said because he knew a bit about alchemy and what certain symbols meant, but he couldn’t connect them to form something meaningful. Quint smiled down at him, putting his hand on the nape of his neck and stroking the fine hairs on it.

“You know,” Rain sighed, looking straight into Quint’s dark eyes that glinted bright from the light of his tattoos, and he was close to getting lost in them. “I could look at you forever and not once think you’re not the most beautiful ghoul I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m not a ghoul, tho.”

“Angel. Whatever. Don’t ruin the moment.”

“Sorry. I thought that was your attempt at a cheesy pick-up line.” Quint joked, earning a not-so-very amused look from Rain.

“One time I’m being so nice and you think I’m joking.”

“Well- yes. You’re never nice.”

“Oh, shut up.” Rain pushed Quint down on his elbows and climbed up so he was sitting on his lap now. Ignoring the bulge pressing him underneath, he went back to kissing his chest, earning a low moan from Quint.

Quint’s breathing got quicker and shallower as Rain moved further up, nibbling on his collar bone, then sucking on his neck. He’s covered his whole neck in kisses, not once parting his lips from the skin. Quint ran his hand through his hair, gently pulling on it and pushing his head closer by the horns. Rain moaned in his neck, slowly getting impatient himself. But it wasn’t him that broke the slow buildup. Instead, Quint finally gently yanked his head up so he could kiss him properly.

He didn’t wait to push his tongue inside Rain’s mouth, wrapping it around his. It sent that good shiver down Rain’s spine, making him lose his balance a bit, but Quint caught him. He sat straight up so he could properly hold his favorite water ghoul. He ran his hands down his back alongside his dorsal fin until they ended on his hips, where they stayed, rubbing circles into his skin. Rain grabbed his shoulders and pulled him even closer, so now their chests were touching, and he could feel their heartbeats synchronizing.

Rain was slowly losing breath from the ever-so-passionate kiss, but he didn’t want to break it. It was the only thing he could think of right now, everything else being a blur of sounds and shapes surrounding him. He could only feel the metal of Quint’s piercings running over his tongue, his chest heaving against his own, his hands massaging his hips, his tails wrapping around his thighs, his wings engulfing him in a cocoon of feathers and stars. He could only feel Quint, and that alone was beginning to drive him crazy. He thought he could hold himself back, but he wanted even more.

A/N: Thank you all who have come this far and actually read this. If you liked it, do let me know, and I will write a smutty part two.

[that-annoying-ass-hellspaw]

Tattoos

And now for something completely different... and actual piece of writing. To celebrate this wonderful milestone I've reached, that being 1k notes and 20 followers, which maybe isn't a lot but it sure does mean a whole lot to me, I've decided to finally post a bit of my actual writing. So here's a little snack, I hope whoever comes upon it enjoys it.

Pairing: Rain Ghoul x Male!OC (Quint) Summary: Quint joins Rain on his usual evening swim, and the two of them enjoy a quiet, peaceful chat. Rain cannot help his curiosity, and so he takes this opportunity to ask the fallen angel more about his past and physical attributes. What started as a simple story turned into a full makeout session. Genre: spicy fluff Warnings/Content: kissing, body worshiping, hinting at smut, just a couple of 'naughty' words, some OC backstory Word Count: 4k Reading Time: ~20 minutes A/N: I apologize for all the grammatical mistakes; English is not my first language.

Tattoos

It was a quiet summer night, so typical and yet so perfect. The crickets are chirping, frogs singing their own songs, while all the other nocturnal animals join them. The sky is clear, every twinkling star visible, the moon casting down long shadows over the grass.

It is a night for taking a break, just what Quint has decided to do. The past week has been a pain with so much work to be done about all the preparations now that summer has arrived. From all the gardening and field work, to taking care of the animals, and then with all the feral fire ghouls running around now that their mating season is near. He couldn’t catch a breath even if he wanted to, which, well, he did, but the circumstances usually didn’t even let him think about it. But now he’s finally managed to escape from it all and take a stroll around the abbey grounds.

He’s made his way towards the back of the Lake. How creative, right? Not a single person in hundreds of years has come up with a better name for the body of water. Everyone has always just called it “The Lake”, so now the name just stuck. At least it doesn’t cause any confusion.

As Quint stepped off the gravel path that goes around the whole property, he took off his shoes to feel the soft grass under his feet, so it would soothe them after days of resting not once. The Moon and the many fireflies light his way, leading him further and further away, the splashing sounds and chatter from the energetic water ghouls enjoying the evening slowly dying down, leaving him completely alone.

That is, until he reaches the end of the lake and in the shallow water of it, he sees a figure moving. Not many ghouls stray so far in the wilderness, especially alone, so it doesn’t take Quint long to recognize that sharp yet elegant dorsal fin of his beloved water ghoul. He smiles to himself upon seeing Rain, slowly closing the distance between himself and the shore, waiting for him to notice his presence.

Rain felt the air shift, a kind of ease falling upon him. The feeling was quite familiar, and he knew exactly who was bringing it, so he lifted up his head to look around for the quintessence ghoul. He spotted a tall, looming figure standing just a few meters away from his own position in the water, and unlike some might, he actually started swimming towards it.

“Enjoying the evening?” Quint asked as Rain approached him, stopping just an arms-reach away from the land.

“Mhm. It’s nice, hasn’t been so quiet in a while.” Rain answered, looking up at the quintessence ghoul. “Wanna join me?”

“No, it feels like my whole body is on fire. I think doing anything more than walking would just render me immobile.” Quint chuckled as he sat down, dropping his shoes beside himself and starting to curl up his pants. “But, I would love to bother you nonetheless, if you don’t mind?”

“I do mind, in fact. I was really looking forward to being alone, and now you come here and ruin that. ” Rain smiled, coming up to the shore beside Quint and resting his elbows on it so the lower part of his body still remained submerged. “Meaning no, I don’t mind at all. We didn’t talk for some time. You’ve been so busy.”

Quint laughed at that, at Rain’s usual acting-annoyed demeanor. Everyone already knew he wasn’t actually as annoyed as he always said. Mostly, it was just an act he put up because Satan knows why. Guess someone has to be dramatic all the time.

“Yeah, there’s been so much work to do. All those summer preparations- ah, but it’s done now.” He let out a sigh of relief as he lowered his feet into the water, feeling the comforting cool of it. “Everything should go smoothly from now on.”

“ ’Should.’ ” Rain emphasized, reminding Quint how there are always problems within the abbey and how work never goes smoothly.

“Ah, it’s just wishful thinking. But what’s important is that the worst of it is done. My part at least. I can take a break now and then, too, right?” Quint asked, propping himself up with his arms.

“Of course. Can’t have you overworked now. If you suddenly took an annual, I think we’d be in a whole lot of problems.” Rain chuckled, bumping his shoulder into Quint’s thigh.

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration. You’d make way with it fast.”

“Wanna test it out?”

“No.” Quint stated, making them both laugh. He knew that people would adapt to his sudden disappearance from the leading duty, but was he eager to test it out? No, not really. He wasn’t exactly a man of risking it, he liked when things were in order and doing as they should.

“Anyway,” Quint started, turning towards Rain and brushing a stray hair behind his ear. “How have you been?”

Rain smiled at him, leaning his cheek on his palm so he could look up at the quintessence ghoul all lovingly. Quint was keen on venting about his troubles, which wasn’t exactly venting, more so ‘mentioning, but he never failed to ask others what was bothering them. He always made sure it wasn’t all about him. That’s why everyone found it easy to talk to him and fall for him. Rain would know; he’s already been smitten.

“Hm, as usual. Sodo’s been pesterizing me, Mountain’s been scaring the shit out of me, the only way I could get Swiss off my tail is if I cut it off, and Aether is- well, Aether. He keeps telling me to smile more at the good and positive stuff, and not when Swiss forgets we rearranged the flower pots in the den’s square and falls over them for the third time this week and has to get his nose fixed up.”

Quint snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. He still couldn’t believe how such a gorgeous, smart and charming ghoul like Rain could be such a bitch at the same time. It amused him to say the least. Guess he’s too good in theory so a terrible sense of humor and the inability to be nice to people have to balance that out.

“All in all- I’m still miserable.” Rain finished, offering him a petty grin.

“Of course you are.” Quint said sarcastically. “Perhaps it’s because you tend to be a cunt to amuse yourself.”

“No, no. Everyone else is being a cunt. I’m the nicest ghoul out there.”

They looked at each other for a moment before chuckling. Rain, as smart as he was, sometimes does exclaim the most ridiculous things. That’s why everyone loves him, despite him being the biggest bitch they’ve ever met.

He sighed, resting his head on his hands and pointing his look somewhere in the dark distance. He enjoyed the comfortable silence. All interactions with Quint were like that, slow, peaceful, quiet, making you forget about all the troubles of the world. But at the same time, you were left thinking about life. It was weird in a way, questioning the universe without fear of what it may bring. Rain guessed that was just Quint’s power, to make you feel safe in whatever situation. He brought hope and comfort wherever he ventured.

“You know, I’ve been wondering…” Rain breaks the silence, thoughtfully staring at the quintessence ghoul’s wings and gently tracing his finger over the dots covering them, connecting them in whatever pattern he first thought of. “You’re the Virtue of Quintessence, right?”

“Fallen, yes.” Quint corrected.

“The stories say that you’ve created the whole universe, every star, every planet, all of the galaxies…”

“It wasn’t just me. I couldn’t have done it without my brothers. All of the celestial bodies are made from many various elements, mine just gives them like that core energy that enables them to exist.” The “ghoul” explained, showcasing a little hologram of a planet in the palm of his hand.

Rain watched with suppressed awe at the little light show. He genuinely enjoyed listening to all stars-related topics for he watched them every night when he swam beneath them. Their faint twinkling was almost hypnotizing. It made him wonder just how far away are they? What kind of life surrounds them? Is it similar to this galaxy? To Hell? Is there Heaven somewhere between them, or is it just a vast plane of nothingness, and what he watches every night is but a façade put up by God? Of course, he knew the answer to all of those questions. Aether has told him many stories about the stars, and so has Quint, but still he was a little sceptical. He always was about things that seemed so impossibly complex and mysterious. He couldn’t grasp how a simple being such as himself, as a demon or an angel, could be able to create something so big and majestic. He wouldn’t exactly categorize it as impossible as he did the whole idea of it, but more so improbable. The thought of making endless giant balls of rock for billions of years just didn’t sit right with him in any way. He for sure wouldn’t be able to do it. It’s a miracle if he shows up more than once a week for band practice, let alone do it every day for the rest of his life.

“But you did make it all?”

“Most of it. We made quite a lot of galaxies in the beginning, but after the universe started working itself we didn’t need to make anything more. It was being created itself.”

“How long did that take you?”

“Honestly?” Quint started, looking up at the sky as if it would tell him just how old he was. He did figure the first star of the universe, and himself were about the same age, but he could be billions of years off too. “I don’t know exactly. That was a long time ago.”

“Heh, don’t know how old you are?” Rain chuckled, the realization of his bandmate being the actual creator of the universe slowly creeping up on him. It was a weird concept, how someone so so familiar could be an entity of such importance. It struck him as strange, but he still couldn’t see the Virtue in front of him as anything else but a quintessence ghoul with an unexpected backstory.

“I’ve stopped counting after I fell. The days weren’t so bright and perfect after that.” Quint looked in the distance, going deep in thought as his nails dug deeper into the ground. He hated to be reminded of that time, but here and there, he needed a reality check to not get too comfortable with the life he was leading.

Rain looked up at him, an apology written across his face. He figured a “I’m sorry” wouldn’t do him justice, so he reached out and laid his hand atop of his, giving it a light squeeze. Quint released his grip on the ground and instead brought his fingers around Rain’s thumb, acknowledging the silent apology.

“That is,” Quint started, offering the water ghoul a gentle smile. “They’ve become better as time passed, and I wouldn’t change the way they are now for anything.”

He ran his thumb over Rain’s, never breaking eye contact. Rain smiled at that, his tail giving a few slow flaps as warmth of the moment spread through him. He lowered his head down to rest on his arm, now practically lying down on the ground as he was still looking up at Quint, enjoying this little silent moment. But of course, Rain wouldn’t be Rain if he kept his mouth shut, so he continued with the topic he started just a while ago.

“How many stars did you make?”

“Don’t know. You can count them if you want.” Quint spread his wings out, motioning towards those millions of white dots covering them that Rain was tracing before.

“All those are supposed to be stars?” Rain wondered, now raising up on his elbows to get a better view of Quint’s wings.

“Stars, planets, moons, all kinds of celestial bodies. For each one, a mark appeared.”

“So the whole universe is engraved on you?” Rain stated in awe. Now he could go around and say that he can hold the whole universe in his hands. The thought made him grin.

“You could say that.” Quint confirmed.

“What about now? If you create something now, would it appear too?”

“No, unfortunately no.” Quint answered, pulling back his wings to rest them on the ground. “What I made, I made. It’s another one of God’s jokes. He tattoos you with instructions, progress, and your successes, and then he strips you of your power but leaves the marks so you can remember what you were once able to do. It’s a bit cruel, no?”

Rain gave him an apologetic look once again. He wasn’t very good at comforting people, but he was a great listener. He just hummed in response, agreeing with the Virtue.

“But you don’t hide them.” Rain stated. “You know, so you wouldn’t look at them and think about it again.” He wanted to tell him how he shouldn’t dwell on that side of the past too much, that he should be proud of what he’s accomplished. But he figured a betrayal from God himself was something you don’t forget so easily.

“Heh, I do hide them actually.” Quint chuckled, crossing his arms on his chest.

“What do you mean?” Rain asked, wondering if somehow Quint had misunderstood the concept of ‘hiding’, for he could see the marks on his wings as clear as day.

“Agh, well, there’s a whole lot more of them. Each Virtue has them, some are of their works, while others show the process behind the making of those works. You know how the saying goes, “All is already written down”? Yeah, sometimes the meaning is pretty straightforward.” Quint explained, looking at Rain.

“Can I…see them?” Rain asked, almost pleadingly. He was aware of the number of secrets the “ghoul” before him held, and at some point in the past, he had made it his mission to uncover them all. But curiosity wasn’t the only thing that drove him towards the mysterious character that Quint was, it was also a kind of attraction. He wants to know him better, be closer to him. Although he is aware that Quint is not his mate, he wouldn’t mind him being the next thing to that.

“Well, if you wish.” Quint answered and lowered his hands down to his sides to prop himself up on the ground.

As he did so, warm, golden strings of light started tracing shapes all across his body. Rain watched as his arms became covered in what he recognized as alchemical symbols, forming patterns around his muscles and down his fingers. The light stretched all the way up to his forehead and down to his toes. It illuminated the space around them, casting what you could describe as sunlight on the soft grass, sending dancing rays down to the lake floor.

Rain was purely mesmerized. His scales glinted in the gentle, comforting light that sent warmth through the whole of his body. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever witnessed. It was like fireflies nested on Quint’s skin, like he was the night, and he was adorned with thousands of little lanterns forming various designs on him.

“Wow.” Rain breathed out, taking a step back to see him fully, not wanting to miss a single detail. “That’s-“

“Not what you expected?”

“Yeah, it’s-“ He actually wasn’t sure what it was. He couldn’t describe the feeling with words. It was just- “Beautiful.”

Quint chuckled at that, shaking his head. He was told many times that he was beautiful, but the looks he bears are all the hand-made product of God he now despises. True- everything God makes is beautiful in some unique way, but the beauty of angels is quite different than the natural beauty of all other beings. Angels were made soldiers, all by a blueprint of sorts. Their beauty is mathematical, and not true. That’s why Quint always brushed the compliments off because his design demands them; they’re not spontaneous. His beauty is not in the eyes of the viewer, but it’s already etched in his skin.

“No, really- I’m not flirting or something- I just-“ He thought for a moment, but he still couldn’t grasp the right words to say. “I can’t describe it. I’ve never seen something so pretty before.”

“It’s nothing special. All the Virtues look like this. We all share the same…design.”

“Why are you always so hard on yourself?” Rain asked, closing the distance between them and parting Quint’s legs so he could stand between them.

Quint raised his eyebrows at the action, following Rain’s every move as he propped himself up on his thighs, looking up at him right at the shoulder height, a mere few inches away from his face. He let out a long breath, vile thoughts mixing right in with Rain’s.

“I’m just saying how it is.” He answered, breathing hard as Rain started stroking his thighs.

“It might be like that, but it doesn’t mean you’re not just straight up gorgeous.” Rain whispered in his lips, moving his hands higher up so they’d rest on his hips. “How about I show you?”

“Show me what?”

“How pretty you are.”

Quint chuckled, grabbing Rain’s chin and gently stroking his thumb over his lower lip. He lowered his head down beside Rain’s so he could whisper in his ear.

“And how will you do that?”

“You’ll see. But first,” He motioned for his button-up, while he already started fiddling with the zipper of his pants. “Take that off, please.”

Quint looked down at his shirt, at the tattoos glowing beneath it. For a second, he hesitated, but a gasp escaped him as Rain pulled down the zipper and pushed his fingers down the sides of his pants, ready to take them off. At that, Quint reached towards the back of his neck and unclipped the shirt, moving to the front to unbutton it. Rain smirked at the action, also starting to undress him.

The whole job was done quickly, both the pants and the shirt being discarded somewhere back in the grass, leaving Quint only in his briefs. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed Rain left them on, but he decided to be patient and let the scene unfold as the author intended.

Rain took a step back, once again admiring the Virtue in front of him, and then he dipped his body deeper in the water, so just his head was poking out, coming back to rest between Quint’s thighs. He started running his hands up and down his quads, looking up at the quintessence ghoul with nothing but adoration in his eyes. That confused Quint a bit. Usually a blowjob would be on the way, but this time he didn’t feel it coming.

Instead, Rain starts kissing his thigh, tracing each shining line with his lips. He doesn’t leave an inch of skin untouched, either by his lips or by his hands. The bright tattoos feel warm, a contrast to Quint’s fairly cold skin. As he touches them, it feels like small sparks are going off on his lips and underneath his fingers. It’s weirdly satisfactory.

As he moved higher up, he started lightly nibbling on the glowing shapes etched into the skin, making Quint sigh as pleasure swarmed the rest of his body. He was getting hotter by the second, but he feared Rain wouldn’t spare his poor body and do what it demanded.

And just like he predicted, after he was done giving attention to his thighs, he skipped right past his crotch and started trailing wet kisses up his stomach. Quint groaned in disappointment, making Rain chuckle.

“Oh no, I’m not doing that. I told you I’d make you feel pretty, not horny.” Rain stated, going right back to kissing Quint’s abs. “Since you’re the one that usually does that, I think it’s fair someone gives you a reason to love yourself a bit more.”

Quint sighed, relaxing under Rain’s touch as he gently trailed his nails over his back. It is true, Quint always made it his mission to pleasure others in such a way that they’d start seeing themselves in a much more beautiful light. He never expected them to do the same, tho. He never really needed affirmation; he was pretty confident in himself and his looks. Just never feeling anything more towards himself than that. He didn’t love himself, but he didn’t hate himself either. He stood on neutral ground, really, just accepting himself as he was. (Dear me, that’s a lot of ‘he-s’ and ‘himself-s’.)

But now that someone else was so passionate about him, so mesmerized by him, that they were worshipping his body in such a way that both of them became ecstatic because of it, it sure was making him feel better about himself.

Rain hummed into his skin, stopping at his chest to admire it and the tattoos covering it. He was trying to decipher what they said because he knew a bit about alchemy and what certain symbols meant, but he couldn’t connect them to form something meaningful. Quint smiled down at him, putting his hand on the nape of his neck and stroking the fine hairs on it.

“You know,” Rain sighed, looking straight into Quint’s dark eyes that glinted bright from the light of his tattoos, and he was close to getting lost in them. “I could look at you forever and not once think you’re not the most beautiful ghoul I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m not a ghoul, tho.”

“Angel. Whatever. Don’t ruin the moment.”

“Sorry. I thought that was your attempt at a cheesy pick-up line.” Quint joked, earning a not-so-very amused look from Rain.

“One time I’m being so nice and you think I’m joking.”

“Well- yes. You’re never nice.”

“Oh, shut up.” Rain pushed Quint down on his elbows and climbed up so he was sitting on his lap now. Ignoring the bulge pressing him underneath, he went back to kissing his chest, earning a low moan from Quint.

Quint’s breathing got quicker and shallower as Rain moved further up, nibbling on his collar bone, then sucking on his neck. He’s covered his whole neck in kisses, not once parting his lips from the skin. Quint ran his hand through his hair, gently pulling on it and pushing his head closer by the horns. Rain moaned in his neck, slowly getting impatient himself. But it wasn’t him that broke the slow buildup. Instead, Quint finally gently yanked his head up so he could kiss him properly.

He didn’t wait to push his tongue inside Rain’s mouth, wrapping it around his. It sent that good shiver down Rain’s spine, making him lose his balance a bit, but Quint caught him. He sat straight up so he could properly hold his favorite water ghoul. He ran his hands down his back alongside his dorsal fin until they ended on his hips, where they stayed, rubbing circles into his skin. Rain grabbed his shoulders and pulled him even closer, so now their chests were touching, and he could feel their heartbeats synchronizing.

Rain was slowly losing breath from the ever-so-passionate kiss, but he didn’t want to break it. It was the only thing he could think of right now, everything else being a blur of sounds and shapes surrounding him. He could only feel the metal of Quint’s piercings running over his tongue, his chest heaving against his own, his hands massaging his hips, his tails wrapping around his thighs, his wings engulfing him in a cocoon of feathers and stars. He could only feel Quint, and that alone was beginning to drive him crazy. He thought he could hold himself back, but he wanted even more.

A/N: Thank you all who have come this far and actually read this. If you liked it, do let me know, and I will write a smutty part two.

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Ghoulish (In)correct Quotes #36

*things my friends and I have said edition* Swiss: Hey, what's bothering you? Cumulus: *aggressively scrolling on her phone* I'm trying to find some shoes- oh fucking hell this fucking shit god damnit what the fuck... not leather not leather not leather not leather... the hell is this now?... put it in the cart... who put trousers in my cart?... Who? Me, of course! ... Augh I don't want red oneeeeesss... arghhhhhhh... oooohh office shoees... come on... please let there be my size... come ooonnn... pleeaaseee... stop it... how the- Swiss: How's it going? Cumulus: *sighs* *scratches her head* *goes over to her shoe cabinet to look what kind of shoes she has* ...converse... *looks a bit longer* ... *closes the cabinet, comes back, almost falls over some stuff on the floor* Swiss: Well, did you find anything? Cumulus: *shows Swiss a picture of two different shoes that are almost the same actually* Do you like the ones with the white or the black stripe more? Swiss: Ughhh-

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Ghoulish (In)correct Quotes #35

*starring my OC* *regular vaccination day* Quint: *shouting towards the top of the cathedral at Phantom* Phantom, you come down this instant or I’ll personally come and get you and trust me, you won’t like it! Phantom: *hissing* NO. YOU ARE NOT INJECTING ME WITH THAT HUMAN SCIENCE SHIT! Quint: I can inject you with whatever I want, and if you don’t wanna live in fear of catching some “human science shit” sickness you better come down here and grit your teeth for a damn minute! Phantom: YOU CAN GO FUCKING SUCK IT. Quint: *rubbing his forehead* Lucifer, help me. Mountain: I wonder where he picked that up from. Swiss: What, the fear of needles? Mountain: The vocabulary. Swiss: God fucking knows. Mountain: Ah. Quint: Don’t make me fly up there, Phantom! Phantom: YOU CAN’T FUCKING CATCH ME! Quint: I can shoot you with an air rifle. Phatom: THAT WON’T DO SHIT! Quint: You cry when there's a bit more pepper in your soup. I believe this will hurt you real good. And if that doesn’t work, the fall nose-first on the pavement will. Phantom: YOU WANNA FUCKING KILL ME! Quint: I wanna save you from potential health hazards but you’re being extremely difficult. Phatom: AND CRACKING MY SKULL OPEN ISN’T A HEALTH HAZARD???? Quint: You know what they say, those who fly high, fall down low. Now get down before I snipe you down. Phantom: YOU’RE A FUCKING PSYCHO! Quint: Whatever gets you down. Swiss: How long do you think this will go on? Mountain: How long did it take Tom to try human food? Swiss: Pfff- about two weeks? He started losing sleep over his stomach grumbling. Moutain. Yeah, I’ll bet on that. Swiss: What, two weeks? Mountain: Yep. Swiss: How much? Mountain: 50. Swiss: Bet. I say 2 minutes. Mountain: 2 minutes??? Swiss: Yeah, Aether just went to fetch the rifle. Mountain: You think that’ll actually work? Swiss: Mhmmm. Mountain: I doubt it. Swiss: Let’s see. *Aether brings Quint the air rifle and Phantom notices it* Phantom: *screeching* FUCKING SHIT MAN, YOU’RE SERIOUS! Quint: I’m always serious. Now don’t make me start shooting. Phantom: SHIT SHIT FINE ALRIGHT- JUST-JUST- *flies down* just make it quick, yeah? Quint: *chuckles and pats his head comfortingly* You think I’d actually hurt you? Phantom: Well- Quint: The fuck you mean “well”? Mountain: *gives Swiss a 50*

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Ghoulish (In)correct Quotes #34

*things my friends and I have said edition* *texting* Aurora: so I'm watching lord of the rings and one guy slipped on the side of the hill and then had a breakdown Phantom: why is that so funny because i'd probably do that

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Ghost band ghoul OC

His name is Quintessence, or Quint for short. He is a quintessence ghoul, of course, and not only that, but the very one that has played with Papa Nihil in his prime, the one that has brought back the band with Papa Emeritus I, and has continued on with Papa Emeritus II. (Omega fans don't worry, your ghoul is still here, happy with his own Papa)

Quint is the oldest ghoul- well, the thing is, he's not actually a ghoul at all, but a fallen angel. More precisely, a fallen Virtue of Quintessence that was once a graceful and powerful angel of the Lord, but has fallen along with his brothers, following the path Lucifer was forced to take. (his whole backstory and lore I will write in a separate post along with everything else I didn't cover here)

As the most experienced in the mortal ways and the work of the Clergy, he has become the right hand of all of the papas, a ghoul with the most authority and power among the clergy ranks, a teacher to all of the young ghouls and novices of the order, the manager of the band, a hardworking member of the community and the most reliable person one has met.

And now, onto the specifics.

Overall Character

Although he was there when the universe was created and even took part in it himself, he isn't a stereotypical old wise man who gives life advice to everyone who crosses paths with him. Instead, after living among the hellborn and mortals for so long, he has gained many of their traits. He is quite a charismatic and flirty ghoul (I will be calling him a ghoul, although he isn't one exactly), one who knows he is hot and uses it to his advantage. But he isn't foul or manipulative; no, he purely uses such powers to fluster people and make them relax. He is very sure of himself, of his rank, power, and history, but he doesn't shove it into others' faces just like that, only when it is needed for the greater good. He is a caring soul, for once he was an angel of creation, tending to all of his works. And even now, he will do all the work around the Abbey, help all who need it, teach young kits about life, and the novices about the ways of the dark side. He is calm and collected, always looking for the best solution for the problem at hand, one that could potentially work in everyone's favor. Hence why he is such a respected ghoul of the clergy, worthy of mention even by the ones at the top, such as Sister Imperator herself. A fine gentleman, a passionate lover, and a loving caretaker. There is no soul that does not like him. But all of that is a kind of mask. He may seem like a person without a problem in the world, with a perfect life behind them, while the truth is he is deeply troubled. Just like his lord, or better said, brother, he has fallen and been stripped of his grace, of his place in the Heavens. Deep down, he holds hatred towards the Almighty Father, silently suffering as the curse that was put upon him eats him out day after day. But that will not change his gentle nature, his good soul. No, he will not let himself become a pain for everyone around him to bear. That is why he has told himself he will do as much good to others as he can while trapped on this mortal soil for the rest of his immortal life. That is why he will raise and nurture the young and neglected ghouls that were cast out from their families just as he was cast out from Heaven. That is why he will teach them how to live, to be good, to be kind. That is why he will pleasure the lonely and offer them love that others did not grant them. That is why he will continue to live among the mortals and lay them all in the ground as he himself remains on this cursed rock.

Physical attributes

Quint is a fairly tall ghoul, standing at 196cm/6'5" (no, he is not taller than Mountain, don't worry), and is nicely built, not shredded, but with pretty visible muscles and a body of perfect proportions.

His skin is dark gray in color with a blueish shine to it. It's like porcelain, very smooth to the touch but also pretty hard. It has no imperfections and no hair whatsoever (except for eyebrows and head hair, as for the other- well, bear with it).

Atop his head rest three branches of horns. They are big, elegant, with those scaley bumps (I don't know what to call them), and if they were connected, they would form three halos, like ones he had as an angel. The color of them goes from bright pink to prussian blue, looking just like the universe he has created. They are adorned with many trinkets and jewelry that kits, siblings, or other ghouls have put on them.

His hair is silky and straight, raven black but with a purple shine to it. It reaches the middle of his back when let down, but he usually ties it back into a loose ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way when he works. Some locks are braided (by other ghouls), and also have some jewerly tied into them.

He has three pairs of ears that are completely filled? with piercings and handmade trinkets.

He also has three pairs of eyes, four of which are constantly only half open but can widen if the emotions he expresses are strong. The sclera is completely black, as is the pupil, which is shaped like many concentric rings, and the pupil is of a dark purple color that almost shines in the dark.

His eyebrows are dark, long and elegant, looking like he plucks them everyday (but he doesn't).

His nose is like the eyebrows, big, long, and elegant, without any imperfections or bumps. It is perfectly straight (unlike him).

His lips are fairly lush and plump, at the least the bottom lip is while the upper one is smaller. They are a dark shade of purple.

He has a long tongue, purpleish in color, that has three piercings on it. His teeth are blinding white, all sharp and caniney, with two pairs of fangs.

His whole face is constructed of sharp lines and perfect symmetry to it. He has a sharp and strong jaw, visible cheekbones, and almost no wrinkles. He has that weird otherworldly beauty to him that you just can't put your finger on, but still it seems so human and inviting.

His hands are big and fingers long and bony. He has long and sharp fingernails, almost resembling claws. They're naturally black in color but are usually painted by the kits, having space designs, stars, planets, and so.

Since has was once an angel, he was graced with wings that did not burn off (that's a myth), they just changed a bit. They're half feathery half some other tissue I don't have the name for, it's not exactly skin, but like skin. Something more suited for space than feathers are, kinda like fish fins. The feathers are gray like the skin, while the other part is colored like the horns. They're big, proportional to his body size. He actually has three pairs of them, but only shows one for precticality.

From his neck and down to his tail, over his spine stretches a line of spikes? Don't know what to call those. The middle ones are pretty big and only go straight, while the smaller ones stretch beside them, around all three tails and even go up the wings. They're from the similar tissue as the horns and of the same color.

He has three tails, the middle one is longer while the side two are symmetrically shorter. Where they meet his back they have those spikes over them, but from that down they're smooth. The side ones have elegant ends, kinda resembling two overlaying stereotypical demonic tails. The middle one is the same but with three overlaying parts. The tails are also adorned with a lot of jewelry, all clinking together as he walks or sways them.

His feet are just like human feet, but only have longer and sharp toenails.

As for his clothing- Quint is a classy gentleman and always wears clothing to match that. Since he is like a butler to the ministry, he wears such attire, a fairly simple black suit with a waistcoat adorned again with many handmade pins from the kits, a purple jabot collar to match his button-up, and classic black dress shoes. It is nothing over the top, but enough to be easily recognized.

And that should wrap it up- here is a quick set of sketches I did of him. The following design is only temporary since I'm not entirely pleased with it and I know I'll be changing a lot of things.

(Sorry about the terrible quality. That's what you get when you've got a phone from the last century, and can't do digital art for the hell of it.)

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Ghoulish (In)correct Quotes #33

*stuff my friends and I have said edition*

Mist, about Alpha and Ifrit showing off: Okay, alright, you've got a little wider shoulders, you're men. I've got a little wider dick than you so what?

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Ghoulish (In)correct Quotes #32

*stuff my friends and I have said edition* Nihil: Oh don't be a faggot! Terzo: I WILL BE. *stomps over to Omega and jumps into his arms, flipping Nihil off*

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Ghoulish (In)correct Quotes #31

*stuff my friends and I have said edition* Cumulus: *absolutely soaked, glaring daggers at the sky* Who the hell invented rain?! Look- I'm completely soaked! Phantom: Ask God. Cumulus: ... Swiss: Oh come on, Cumulus, you're a strong woman. You soak the rain.

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Update

So I've decided, since I've got a few new followers and a nice amount of notes on my recent posts (thank you everyone, I truly appreaciate it, such feedback is restoring my will to live and now I finally have some motivation to do anything but lay all day in bed doing nothing), that I will start posting about my Ghost OC's, lore, headcannons and even some written fanfiction bits.

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Ghoulish (In)correct Quotes #30

Phantom: Pure of heart. Swiss: Dumb of ass. Sodo: Home of sexual.

(All credits go to the original author of the prompt/quote that, I confess, do not remember the name of. Because of that, if the og author has any kind of problem with this post, please contact me to discuss the matter at hands.)

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Ghoulish (In)correct Quotes #29

Sodo: Guess what I’m about to get. Rain: On my nerves.

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Ghoulish (In)correct Quotes #28

Cowbell: I see trees of green. Green trees there too. I see trees. And they are green. And I think to myself, I am lost in these woods.

(All credits go to the original author of the prompt/quote that, I confess, do not remember the name of. Because of that, if the og author has any kind of problem with this post, please contact me to discuss the matter at hands.)

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Ghoulish (In)correct Quotes #27

Swiss: If I cut off my dick two more will grow in its place. Aurora: Promise? Rain: That is the strangest and most thought provoking thing I’ve heard all day.

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Ghoulish (In)correct Quotes #26

Rain: *looks into the camera as the events he prophesied come to pass*

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Ghoulish (In)correct Quotes #25

Primo: Dick riding IS NOT a form of transportation! Terzo: Not with that attitude.

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Ghoulish (In)correct Quotes #24

Copia: *rushing over to the ghoul infirmary with his pet rat: Aether! Aether! Please! Aether: Oh, Cardinal, what’s the matter? Copia: My pet rat- I accidentally stepped on his tail... I think it might be broken- *shows him a very small brown rat* Aether: Oh, poor little guy *takes the rat in his hands and cradles him* What’s your name, little one? Copia: It's Dew. Aether: …*snorts* Yeah, he sure does look like a Dew.