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HYPERVENTILATING

Happy boi

📸 by Jakubaszek

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Dew who is kind of mentally screwed up from being the runt in the pit, having to rely on himself and only himself, everyone else wasn't trustworthy enough.

Dew who is so self sufficient but slowly starts letting mountain help him with his food, learning to love cooking with the taller ghoul in the quietest hours of the day.

Dew who gets close to rain rather quickly, relating to the man in a way none of the other ghouls really can. he lets rain throw just the two of them little spa days after a long time of touring, the two just soaking in rains giant bathtub.

Dew venting during theses small moments that all he really wants to do is be able to rely on the pack more, but he is so scared of being hurt again he can't even imagine letting himself get that comfortable with others..

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I risk running late to work to sketch this like a crazed man

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missilia amori is for slutty pole dancing at the goth club

umbra is for fucking nasty in a church and breaking furniture in the process

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ME ASF

This is the funniest comment about Ghost I’ve ever seen 😂

And I agree

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Providing some proof for the Great Papal Pubes Incident of 2025 (even if it's from a different evening and with less skin and hair than in Berlin), if you zoom in ✨

Wouter Vellekoop, Amsterdam 08.05.2025

Computer, enhance

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Mushy May Day 3: Nesting - Swiss/Phantom

Prompt list by @forlorn-crows can be found here All my Mushy May will be slightly shorter stories and can also be found on ao3 :) Words - 970 Phantom is pregnant in this btw (no one can tell me they wouldn't look so damn cute pregnant)

    Swiss came home from his duties in the music room one day to a very adorable sight that he simply watched from the doorframe for a while.

    His mate, Phantom, fussing about their nest as they decided the perfect spot for each pillow and blanket to be placed at. Their little determined face was very cute already but what made it even cuter was the hand on the swell of their belly that housed the life they made together.

    Contrary to what many would derive from Swiss’ history, the kit was entirely planned. They had been mated for about two years and, after a lot of discussion and careful consideration, they decided they both wanted a kit. It took a several months – not including the time to get Phantom weaned off their testosterone and hormone blockers - but when Swiss saw that bright little soul starting to grow inside Phantom, neither could wipe the cheek-burning smiles off their faces for days.

    Phantom was seven months along with their little Multi boy, and the nesting instincts were in full-swing. The bat plushies that usually sat in Phantom’s corner of the nest (easier to turn around or be covered so they couldn’t watch the mates… mating) now had to be placed in specific spots all around. The purple blanket that Swiss was given on his summoning day used to be at the bottom but now was rolled up to one side like a little wall to keep the world out. And there was of course the massive pregnancy pillow that Swiss had to compete with for Phantom’s affections.

    The angles of the blankets had to be perfect and the pillows had to be propped up just right. Phantom couldn’t explain what metric they were using other than sheer instinct as they moved everything around until it felt right. The pregnancy and changes to their body were, perhaps foolishly, more of a sensory nightmare than either of them expected so Swiss was happy to follow whatever they needed.

    Swiss stood and watched for a while until Phantom broke from their little nesting trance and saw their mate at the doorway.

    “Oh! Hey, love!” They smiled, tail wagging softly behind them.

    “Hey, lovebug. You okay?” He said as he came over to kiss them.

    They nodded as they kissed back. “I am now I’ve done all this.”

    “It looks fantastic. Can I climb in?”

    “Of course.” They said as they scooted back and made room for him. They both laid on their sides, facing each other with Phantom’s kit-bump pressing against Swiss’ own soft belly.

    “How has our little one been today?” He asked as he stroked the bump softly.

    “Been practicing his dance moves just like his Dada.” They trilled softly as their hand joined their mate’s on the bump.

    Swiss chuckled. “I hope he stretched properly beforehand. Don’t need him getting all my back and hip pain.”

    “He definitely stretched.” Phantom said as they reached for their phone and showed Swiss the video of the bump contorting as a foot pressed out against it, Phantom’s own voice in the background going “Oh, biiiiiiiiiig stretch.”

    Swiss purred at the video and leaned down to kiss the bump. As he came back up though, he disrupted a few blankets, a plushie toppled down and he pushed a pillow from its assigned spot.

    Phantom’s face pinched together with big sad eyes.

    “You moved it…” They quietly in what was quite possibly one of the saddest voices Swiss has ever heard from them.

    “Oh, fuck. Sorry, let me fix it.” Swiss said, kissing their forehead and helping them sit up. He moved everything back to his best recollection of how it was and looked to his mate. “How’s that?”

    Phantom swallowed and muttered: “It’s not right.” Their bottom lip coming forward a little in a pout that Swiss tried not to find too adorable as his mate was genuinely starting to get distressed over this.

    “Alright, tell me how to fix it.” Swiss said.

    “That blanket needs to be straighter.” They said as they pointed to the offending piece of bedding.

    “Okay… Like that?” Swiss asked as he followed his best interpretation of his mate’s instruction.

    They shook their head. “No, more towards me… Back a bit… Back… That way… Okay.” They said, their brows un-creasing some by the end.

    Swiss followed similar directions for the rest of the items that had shifted and carefully climbed back into the nest when everything was in order once more.

    “So what are we going to do when we fuck?” Swiss asked.

    They shrugged, “Fix it after.”

    “And what about the plushies?” Ever since their first time together, Swiss has known how much Phantom hated having their fluffy friends as tiny voyeurs.

    “We’ll just have to turn them all around.” They said again with a small shrug.

    Swiss tried not to roll his eyes as he thought about how long that may take, but again, he was happy to do whatever Phantom needed throughout this entire journey.

    “It’s a good job I love you.” He said with a smile and kissed them.

    “I love you too.” They smiled and kissed back.

    “I love you too, Babybel.” Swiss smiled as he caressed the bump once more, finding his hands usually did it of their own accord nowadays.

    The kit inside let his tiny hand whack the bump a few times where he could feel his Dada’s hand right there.

    The two Ghoul laughed softly as they felt it.

    “I think he loves you too.” Phantom said, looking at their mate's golden eyes with pure love and awe.

    As the two held each other, the kit making his presence known from time to time too, neither could wait for the day this scene played out with their kit wriggling and laughing between them.

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These two are icons

please those two guys kissing as soon as the camera panned on them during the habemus papam celebration...

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AHSHFHSHSH THE TAIL. BRO. I AM SO-

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THIS MAN.

BABY IMMA HOP THAT TABLE

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AHAHFHHSHSHANDNCN

PAPA V

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Breakfast is served.

Amsterdam Ritual

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That Mountain shall be climbed

📷: Ryan Chang

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I’m going to eat his pussy.

The many smiles of Perpetua

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I need yall to understand. I WANT TO FUCK PERPETUA. He gon be a PAPA WHEN IM DONE.

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plsss comment on my blogs i NEED validation

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Yes, baby, stare me in the soul with those big brown eyes