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Phantom, taping a knife onto a Roomba: Be free, my child.

Cirrus, entering the room with a small cut on their ankle: Who the f-

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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

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terzo thoughts from my twitter

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Thinking about the laughs of the brothers, someone take my brain privileges away.

Primo: Doesn't laugh often. It's a rare sound, often muffled into the back of his hand, or held back. If someone makes a rude comment about Nihil, however, that gets him pretty bad. When one manages to somehow really get him belly laughing, it's shockingly warm sounding, interspersed with wheezes, the occasional snort, and he bounces his knee if he's sitting. Deep sounding laugh that grows in volume, if one catches him off guard enough. The last time this occurred, Copia made a comment about Nihil's wrinkly sack, and Primo violently inhaled his tea through his nose. Might stomp his foot if something is funny enough.

Secondo: Similarly to Primo, this papa's laughter is hard to come by. He tries harder to hide it too. Quiet snickers, turning his face so no one sees him crack a smile. He has a reputation like his brother to uphold, and he doesn't need to be seen laughing. He can't help himself, however, if he sees someone fall or trip. And he won't be able to stop himself. If he sees someone trip in the middle of a conversation, expect sudden chuckles to break up his words. Laughter sounds gruff coming from this brother. Though he's been heard cackling, the rare times something strikes him as terribly funny. He has a sense of humor but it's dark and dry, like Primo's. Been known to pound tables or arms of chairs if he laughs hard enough.

Terzo: He tries to be like his older brothers but he can't. Hates his laugh, because Sister made a comment when he was a teenager that he sounds like Nihil. He covers his mouth, bites his lip, covers his face, all things Omega doesn't like to see. To Omega, Terzo's laugh is perfect. And Omega tells him this every time he hears it. Very bright, bubbly laugh. High pitched giggle, if someone gets him laughing hard enough. The sisters of sin love his laugh and will do anything they can to hear it. Like Primo, comments about Nihil are one of his weaknesses. Omega will tickle him until he's giggling too much to try and stop himself. Old, slapstick films will get him laughing too. Secondo rage quitting Uno never fails to make him bust up. Prone to holding his stomach during laughing fits.

Copia: The only brother that doesn't try not to laugh. The brother with the most broken sense of humor. His laugh is similar to Terzo's. One can definitely tell they're brothers, especially if they start laughing in the same room. Tries to be mature but if someone farts, instant giggle fit. His brothers used to call him "hyena" when they were younger. They still occasionally did up until their deaths. Squeaks every so often like a rat in between his laughter. Sister used to call him "giggle box" when he was a boy. He will vehemently deny this now. His ghouls love making him bust up and it's not hard to do. Watches early seasons of SpongeBob, and the random explosions make him lose it. Slaps his thighs when he really gets going and begs for whoever's making him laugh, to stop. Doubles over a lot.

Perpetua: Soft, shy, laughter. Like Terzo, he laughs into his hand. Tries not to laugh, not because he hates how he sounds but wants to come off as professional as possible. (He wants to impress Copia, so badly) Snorts. Has this sort of goofy laugh when someone manages to get him going, it's incredibly contagious. Wheezes too. Swiss knows how to coax out a laugh and uses this against him. The ghouls like making him giggle just like they did with Copia. His eyes tend to squint shut, and he often buries his face in his hands.

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In The Glow Of The Moon

summary: You share a late night snack with Papa Perpetua as the two of you find yourselves unable to sleep pairing(s): papa perpetua x reader, could be read as platonic or romantic warnings: n/a word count: 1,294 a/n: As always the characters mentioned are inspired by the fictional characters as created by Ghost and in no way depict the real people behind the masks. Find this and my other works on AO3

Something about the Ministry at night was ethereal. The moonlight illuminated the stone archways of the empty courtyard, casting shadows that seemed to follow you as you strolled leisurely into the night. The halls were anything but quiet this time of night as the sounds of distant revelries and mischief rang in your ear. You smiled fondly at the sounds of your fellow clergy members and siblings as you carried on your path to the kitchen. It felt like more often than not sleep evaded you these days, for one reason or another. Some nights you laid in bed doom scrolling until you finally fell asleep, some you found yourself joining your fellow Siblings of Sin in their late night activities, but your new favorite sleepless routine was on the agenda tonight. It brought you solace, helped clear your head, and kindled an unexpected friendship. So, once again, you found yourself sneaking into the sprawling Ministry kitchens for a late night snack and the hope of a chance encounter with Papa Perpetua. 

To your delight you spotted him as you entered the kitchen. Illuminated by the open fridge, his back was to you as he rummaged inside. He didn’t acknowledge your presence behind him but you caught the way his head cocked every so slightly as you approached. “Good evening, Papa,” you greeted as you came to stand to the side of him. 

The silver of his mask was reflecting off the fridge light. Despite the mask and Papal paints adorning his face, Perpetua was dressed casually in a black turtleneck sweater, dark sweatpants, and a pair of house shoes. The first time you had found him in the kitchens late at night, dressed out of his Papal robes, had been unexpected. You had entered the kitchen several weeks ago believing you were alone only to turn around and catch the silhouette of a man standing behind you as you closed the fridge. The shock had caused you to scream so loud you were later surprised the entire Ministry hadn’t heard you. Panicking, you turned on your phone flashlight and were greeted by the face of Papa Perpetua himself. You swore his eyes reflected the light like a feline; he stared at you, seemingly unphased by the bright lights directly in his face. Clutching your heart you lowered your phone out of his face and apologized profusely. Perpetua had ignored your apology in favor of reaching over you to open the pantry above your head. 

Back in the present, Perpetua let out a little “aha” as he found whatever he was looking for in the fridge. Grabbing it, he stood up and turned to face you finally. “Good evening, fratello,” he nodded politely and gestured to the table behind you. This had become the routine between the two of you whenever your paths crossed like this: he would select a snack, you would grab a plate, and the two of you would sit in comfortable silence as you shared a quiet slice of the night together. You set the plate down in the middle of the table and took the seat opposite your Papa. His eyes bore into you as you settled yourself in the chair.  

Perpetua’s presence could be unsettling at times, to say the least. Often staring too long without blinking, a grin that showed more teeth than a human should, the unnatural stillness he was prone to when sitting in a meeting or listening to a clergy member. His peculiar nature made the man the subject of many rumors around the Ministry. Siblings speculated he may be part ghoul or perhaps even an undead being cursed to roam the land of the living. The mysterious timing of his arrival at the Ministry paired with the death of Sister Imperator further fueled rumors to spread like wildfire. For some, these speculations made them fearful of their new Papa. Others found the air of mystery intriguing and flocked to him. Even now, as you regarded him across the table half concealed in the moonlight, you weren’t sure what to make of him. 

His unnaturally long fingers worked to open the bag of shredded cheese he seemed to have selected to snack on for the evening. Cautiously you reached out to assist him, a chill running through you as your hand brushed against his cold, uncovered one. He relinquished the bag to you and continued to watch with unblinking eyes as you opened it and dumped a generous portion of the cheese out onto the plate. You resealed the bag and set it aside and waited for Perpetua to make the next move. His head tilted to the side and a small smirk worked its way onto his face as he regarded you. “Go on, I will not bite. Not unless you ask nicely,” he spoke. 

A nervous chuckle left your throat. “Right, um, sorry- I,” you shook your head and grabbed a pinch of cheese. Perpetua was usually a man of few words, the times you heard him speak the most was when delivering a sermon or commanding crowds of fans on stage. During these interactions he hardly spoke outside of your initial greetings. The more time you had spent one on one with Perpetua, the more he seemed to warm to your company and made comments or asked you questions. Something about the simplest of attention from your Papa seemed to fluster you. Copia had never had this sort of effect on you. Then again, you thought, I never shared a midnight snack and intimate conversation with Copia. 

As if sensing where your train of thought had gone, Perpetua leaned in closer and made eye contact again. “Tell me about yourself, tesoro,” he practically purred. 

If he noticed the way your cheeks heated, he didn’t give an indication. It seemed he was feeling chatty this evening and it caught you off guard. “What do you want to know about me, Papa?” you asked, straightening yourself and attempting to match his body language. 

He pondered the question for a moment, took a bite of your shared snack, before answering. “What brought you here? To the Ministry. I am learning the path is different for each member of the congregation.” 

The question was unexpected from him, but not unwelcome. It was more personal than either of you had gone in any previous evening. You tapped your finger on the table idly as you thought about how to best answer his question. Perpetua listened intently as you shared your story with him, not speaking (...or moving … or blinking) until you had finished. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you again as you continued to share in your snack. Soon, it was time for you to part ways. You put the plate in the sink and returned the bag of cheese to its proper place in the fridge while he pushed in your chairs.

Perpetua held the door open for you, allowing you to pass out of the kitchen before following. You turned around and smiled at him, but before you could bid him goodnight he grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips for a brief kiss. “Goodnight, fratello. Thank you for humoring your Papa this evening. I hope sleep finds you well.” With a nod, he let go of your hand and turned down the hall without so much as a glance behind him. 

In his wake you were left with your hand still outstretched, tingling where his lips had touched. Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Your brain seemed to have short circuited from the uncharacteristic behavior from Perpetua. You know wherever the late hour took you, sleep was the last thing on your mind. 

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WOOLF I BEG OF YOU!!! DRAW PERPETUA WITH THE GHOULS IDC WHAT IT IS I JUST DONT SEE IT ENOUGH AAAAAA

Going off my Headcanon that V and Copia are half ghoul (with V being more ghoulish than his brother) I think the ghouls would accept him very easily. Since their instincts tell them that he’s one of them, he’s easy to include in swarm activities like cuddling, yapping or napping together. He doesn’t fit in with the humans in the ministry and thus hangs around the swarm a lot, getting to know the ghouls not currently in the band.

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They Get The Job Done

summary: Let it be known to all Siblings of the ministry that when multiple ghouls start to take interest in a mundane task you’re completing, it never ends well. pairing(s): platonic reader x nameless ghouls, dewdrop x aether implied if you squint warnings: n/a word count: 1,443 a/n: This is my first time writing in years but I was inspired by a joke post I made on twitter yesterday. As always the characters mentioned are inspired by the fictional characters as created by Ghost and in no way depict the real people behind the masks. Find this and my other works on AO3

Let it be known to all Siblings of the ministry that when multiple ghouls start to take interest in a mundane task you’re completing, it never ends well. 

Your day had started simply enough. A short list in your pocket of minor repairs needed to be done around the Abbey, the ministry’s toolbox in hand, and you were off. The first item on your list was repairing a loose door frame near Papa’s office. The sound of the drill had attracted the attention of a wandering ghoul- Phantom- who stopped to ask you questions as you worked. You didn’t mind the company or the questions from the younger ghoul. It made the work go by faster and he was always pleasant to interact with. Soon the task at hand was finished and you moved onto the next task, now with a ghoul shadow. The sun blazed down on the pair of you, but the conversation stayed lively as you went about explaining the process of repairing a crack in the greenhouse siding to Phantom. He squatted in the dirt next to you, nodding along to your spiel animatedly. You were too occupied with the spackle in your hands to notice how the quintessence ghoul’s eyes wandered every so often to the open box of tools at your feet.

As the day wore on you found yourself with what seemed like an entire pack of ghouls trailing behind you. Mountain joined you and Phantom as you finished with the greenhouse. Soon, your small band of adventurers caught the attention of Rain and Dew, which then caught the attention of Aurora and Cirrus. While conversation and batting Dew’s hands away from power tools made the day seem to go by faster, despite the extra hands with you, the curious swarm made each task take longer to complete. The pack was more than content to stand over your shoulder and observe rather than help (Mountain did screw in a loose lightbulb just out of your reach at least). By the time you finished your to-do list you were covered in a layer of dust, dirt, and sweat. Taking a look at your watch you let out a small yelp realizing you were going to miss out on dinner if you didn’t hurry. “Thanks for the help today, guys! I’d say I couldn’t have done it without you, but we all know that’s a load of shit. See you around!” You cheerfully exited the group of sort-of repair ghouls and rushed towards the Sibling quarters. You were so distracted by the ghouls and your tardiness that you hadn’t realized you left behind your bag of tools as you headed back to your room to freshen up for the evening. Dew shared a conspiring grin with Phantom as your figure retreated down the hall. 

As soon as you were out of earshot the pack of ghouls dove for the toolbox in a frenzy, grabbing whatever they could get their claws on and scurrying off with their prizes. 

Mountain thought he was helping you out by straightening that crooked nail haphazardly holding a picture frame up until he hit his thumb, dropped the hammer, and cracked the worn tile below his feet. Rain, ever the helpful ghoul, tried to take over for Mountain so the earth ghoul could nurse his wound. In the process of hammering, the water ghoul managed to drive the nail into a water pipe beneath the wall. Water was streaming out like a fountain and anything Rain tried to get it to stop made the leak worse. Eventually, panicking, he grabbed a larger picture off a nearby wall and put it over the leaking spot. He and Mountain slowly shuffled towards the ghoul den while water started to leak through the ancient oil painting. 

Phantom stood tall, electric drill in hand, as he stared at the breaker box in front of him. During his tour around the Ministry with you, the room full of electrical equipment was his favorite. He had stopped paying attention half way through your explanation of the task in favor of poking wires and making note of which ones shocked him. The drill had been another favorite of his and he was delighted to get his hands on it once you left him and his fellow ghouls unsupervised. The ghoul revved the drill, getting used to the weight of it before he held it up and pressed it against the breaker. With a little bit of pressure it ate through the metal, sending an electric shock through the quint. With a loud pop, spark and puff of smoke from the breaker the power in the entire wing of the Abbey flickered off around Phantom. “...Cool!” the ghoul gasped out as he tried to blink the lingering feeling of shock from his system. 

Copia muttered to himself as he shuffled stacks of paper around his desk. His time as a Cardinal made him no stranger to clerical work, but his current change in job title made every document feel like torture. The lights in the newly renovated office flickered once, twice, before completely going out. The man let out a deep sigh, cursing his twin brother under his breath for good measure, before standing up and exiting his office in favor of finding the source of the sudden power outage. 

Elsewhere in the Abbey the ghoulettes were wreaking havoc with an electric nail gun; Aurora and Cirrus in a lively round of target practice with the various items they came across. Siblings and members of the clergy ran and ducked as they passed through the hallway on the way to their next destination, narrowly missing a nail to the head, leg, or other body parts. An unlucky cardinal barely escaped, his biretta crucified on the wall behind him. Cirrus blew on the chamber of the nail gun like a cowboy in a Western and pretended to holster it in her belt, satisfied with her work. Both ghoulettes were distracted from picking out their next target by the smell of smoke and loud cursing across the courtyard. 

Aether had followed the smell of smoke out of the infirmary and was not surprised in the slightest to find Dewdrop staring at a hole in the wall, screwdriver in hand, blinking at the fire spreading along a water pipe. The small fire ghoul opened his mouth to defend himself but it died in his throat as Aether held up a hand in warning. Aether calmly, but swiftly, went back to the infirmary to collect the fire extinguisher and came back to see Dew prodding the fire with the screwdriver. The fire had spread down the pipe creating the need for the quintessence ghoul to stick his upper body in the hole to try to douse the flames. He overestimated the amount of weight the wall could hold and the ghoul went crashing down as drywall cracked under him. Stuck in a downward dog position, half of him sticking out of the wall, is exactly how the ghoulettes found him. 

Dewdrop was doubled over with his hands on his knees, crying with laughter at the predicament his fellow ghoul had found himself in. “If you missed me that much, Aeth, you could have just texted me,” Dew choked out between laughs, “Can’t say I don’t appreciate the view.” Angry banging from the inside of the wall from Aether made Dew’s laughter grow louder

Cirrus had taken to poking Aether to get the larger ghoul to squirm, ignoring his pleas to help him out of the wall. Aurora had just taken the nail gun from Cirrus and aimed it at Aether’s defenseless backside when the ghouls heard someone clacking down the hallway towards them.

Copia strolled by the quickly escalating situation with his arms clasped behind his back, whistling quietly to himself. Upon seeing their former Papa approaching, Aurora slowly lowered the nail gun in her hands and Dewdrop hid the screwdriver behind his back. The ghouls smiled innocently as if Aether wasn’t still stuck in the wall, the smell of smoke wasn’t lingering in the air, and the fire ghoul wasn’t wiping his eyes and shaking from the effort of holding back his laughter. The Frater Imperator stopped to take one look at his ghouls, turned on his heel, and continued down the hallway. Before he rounded the corner he called, “The chair in the Papal office has a wobbly leg. Feels like it may break. One loosened screw should, eh, do the trick.” 

Dew looked at the two ghoulettes, patted Aether on the ass, and took off running down the hall to Papa Perpetua’s office.