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There’s a really big, really nuanced conversation to be had about how a lot of Ghost fans come into the fandom space without any understanding of the history of the thing Ghost is satirizing, and wind up characterizing the members in a way that’s so completely against what it stands for This isn’t to say that in order to enjoy Ghost you need to have read the bible and know 18th century Catholicism. But it WOULD do some people some good to learn about Catholicism through a critical lens, the rise of modern Satanism, its values, and also its own criticisms

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Secondo thought it was so humorous when he found out Dewdrop had a thing with Copia. Maybe he thought Dewdrop would eat him alive, Dewdrop didn't give himself to just anyone. And Copia is rizzless. But that's part of his charm, and Dewdrop still thought the silly little cardinal was sweet and funny enough to give a chance.

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void...void what the fuck

elaborate

Well I dunno...

Phantom would be so desperate, too needy to even think about teasing. Honestly, if not for Swiss having a hand on the situation, he'd have just tugged his pants down and fucked him dry but of course Swiss isn't thinking entirely with his dick, only a little.

Snaps his teeth at Phantom and growls when he moves to touch him without permission, and poor Phantom sits there practically shaking like a leaf watching Swiss finger himself open. At least Swiss is nice enough to pet the spade of his tail over the underside of his cock, just to hold him over.

Think that Phantom begs to mount him properly when Swiss finally lets him crawl closer. Mouth dry, voice soft with an oddly innocent quality as he says it, and when Swiss asks why, well - "I want to make sure it takes, so nothing can drip out. You need to take all of it." and if that doesn't make Swiss' dick throb almost painfully...

Phantom pops that ruddy little head into him and nearly cries. Swiss might've prepped himself some, but not much, Phantom's cock wasn't big by any means and he wanted to be tight around him still. He just has to press in to the hilt, has to feel Swiss wrapped around every inch of him, and he's panting by the time their hips are flush.

Brain gone fuzzy with need he almost gets lost in it, Swiss has to give a little wriggle back against him to bring him to earth again. Has to remind Phantom "if you wanna breed me, gotta fuck it into me baby" and that's what sets him off.

Phantom's only upright for a few minutes, eventually he's folded over Swiss' back just barely pulling out to press back in. He never wants to leave the tight heat of his body, wants to live in this mind numbing bliss for the rest of his days. His claws rake little welts into Swiss' soft hips, and he'll feel a little bad about it later, but he can't seem to pull Swiss back to meet his thrusts hard enough.

Sooner or later the tears come, wet against his shoulder blade, Phantom weeps and begs and pleads as his knot starts to get pudgy. Barely catching but enough they can both feel it. Enough that Swiss is starting to unravel.

"Fuck - fuck, hells. Swiss, Swiss, please." He'd warble once his knot gets thick enough it truly tugs when he tries to pull out. "Gotta. Gotta let me. Tell me I can, need you to - tell me to breed you."

Honestly he can't even keep his voice level anymore, not when Phantom's hammering into him, pressing against that sweet spot that sends his brain offline. All he can manage is a string of yes's panted out into the sheets.

"T-Thank you, oh Belial. S'gonna be so good, you're gonna get so full with my litter. Keep you on my knot till you do, make you mine, change you, oh fuck Swiss I'm gonna-"

"Give it to me, shit, puppy - make me your bitch."

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hahaha spent a considerable amount of march away from home for work and family things and apparently i have a spirit or something hanging around that is not happy about it.

got home sunday and was home for a while on monday but left about midday to spend time with my mom. didn’t get home until 10:30pm and when i walked into my room my ouija board was on the floor under the window where it usually sits, and the planchette was tossed a few feet away.

sorry buddy! i’m here to stay for a little while now haha

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the umm… the somno system hc you posted… is giving me thoughts… would you mind sharing some raindrop? maybe?

i can pay in pupper picture

bex i fucking hate you and dont you bring the pupper into this nastiness!!!

anyway, the hc in question

somnophilia (dew is asleep 99% of the time), transmasc dew

Rain and Dewdrop are the definition of trust. They give trust its meaning. It hasn’t always been like that, of course not, but what they’ve worked out over the years is something special and astounding. There are many ways in which their connection manifests, one of them being the way in which one never once hesitates about giving the other full control over themselves. Sexually or otherwise.

A thing they both enjoy—mostly because of the amount of trust it requires to be pleasurable—is taking the other while they're asleep. They both get a rush out of how their lover’s body gives in to them unconsciously, that it knows it's them—that they’re safe with them, no matter what.

This time it’s Rain who rouses in the middle of the night, his cock half chubbed up for seemingly no reason. Dewdrop is deep asleep, snug in his arms and purring softly with his face pressed into the water ghoul’s chest.

Rain takes a deep breath and–oh, that explains it.

The spicy-sweet smell of the fire ghoul’s light arousal washes over him and now that he is more aware of his body, Rain notices his thigh is pressed tight between Dewdrop’s own.

Yeah, that explains it.

Dewdrop is still completely asleep, unaware of his body’s doings. Rain leans down to nuzzle his face into his little mate’s hair, inhaling the sweet, flowery scent of his shampoo—only barely covering up his own personal smell. Rain’s favorite.

The water ghoul yawns, wiggling and tightening his hold on the smaller ghoul. He plans on going back to sleep, but he can’t shake off the slowly growing need inside of him. He could just…He looks over at the nightstand on Dewdrop’s side and the little switch on its edge is glowing a dull green.

With a sigh Rain dislodges one of his arms from around his mate and sneaks it under their comforter to pull his boxers down just enough to free his now hard cock. He does the same to Dewdrop’s underwear, hooking the loose waistband under the curve of his ass. He grabs a handful of the little thing on his way, pulling the fire ghoul closer. Dewdrop grumbles in his sleep but relaxes soon enough.

Rain grabs his thigh and hooks his leg higher up on his own hip, giving himself more room to slip his cock into his mate’s damp cunt and bury himself in that tight heat up to the hilt. He groans into the top of Dewdrop’s head and he moans softly, unconsciously wiggling his hips to adjust.

Rain buries his face in his hair and starts to slowly roll his hips, pulling out just half an inch before gently pushing back in. Dewdrop lays still—cuddled in closely to his mate’s bigger body—and only lets out an occasional blissful little sigh or a quiet moan. The water ghoul nearly falls asleep himself, relaxed as ever, being as close to Dewdrop as (in)humanly possible.

Rain’s hips work on their own accord for a while, gentle thrusts that don’t even jostle the sleeping ghoul, as his orgasm creeps up on him slowly and steadily. Dewdrop beats him to it, though, clenching around his cock and shuddering a little in his arms when it washes over him.

He doesn’t wake and it’s what does it for Rain. He empties himself inside his mate and sags into their soft bed once the high starts to fade. He doesn’t pull out and nearly crashes that very second—oh, so sleepy—but he gathers enough energy to gently tilt Dewdrop’s head upward and press a kiss to his parted lips.

“Mmm, Rainy…” Dewdrop mumbles, not pausing his sleepy purring.

“‘s okay, baby.” Rain kisses the top of his head next, before settling back down. “Sleep, I’m right here in you.”

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And here we have Mountain/Dew because they popped in my head and wouldn't leave.

Cw: little bit of somno, mildly dubcon because Dew isn't fully awake at first but it's consensual, wet dreams, little bit of dacryphilia, almost in heat Dew, possessive Mountain

Mountain can't take another second, he can't lie awake with his jaw clenched and pretend he doesn't notice. He does, he knows they all do.

Dew shifts in the bunk above him and Mountain knows he's about to start moving, humping his cock into the shitty mattress beneath him for the third night in a row, driven by dreams and his rapidly approaching heat.

He can't stand to listen to the roll of his hips, the needy little sounds he doesn't even mean to make, in and out of consciousness as he seeks his pleasure alone, drifting back off when he cums against his blankets and Mountain is left painfully hard with the scent of Dewdrop's want raining down on him.

Dew groans into his pillow above him, whiny and high and that does it, his restraint snaps and he rips open the curtain of his bunk, quickly climbing up into Dew's.

He slots up against Dew's sweat soaked back, dragging his nose along the nape of his neck to breathe in the heady scent of his heat creeping in, fog across slowly burning embers. He pulls his hips until his ass is flush against his cock, the pressure making his head spin after the torture of the last few days.

Mountain doesn't waste any time pulling the back of Dew's pants down, the waistband under the little curve of his ass. He drags his fingers over the clenching muscles, testing for resistance and finding nearly none, his body wanting, needing...

"Hmm-" His eyes slowly open.

Mountain cups his hand over Dew's mouth, licking over the shell of his ear as he moves in to whisper.

"Just me." He knows hes one of the select few that Dew will let have him like this, sleep drunk and needy from the slow burning in his guts. "Gonna take care of you...need to, fuck Dew you've been driving me crazy..."

Mountain presses the tip of his first finger in and Dew shoves his hips back, taking it as far as he can, whining into Mountain's palm. A thick gush of slick drips down his knuckles when he slides his second finger in. It sends heat rolling through his body, stomach tight as he works his fingers faster, just a little harder, pushing in until he can't anymore.

He works him open until he's sloppy, loose and rocking back desperately, drooling against Mountain's hands and eyes tear bright and hazy.

He pulls himself from his pants, stroking himself with his slick covered hand, fucking up into his fist.

"Gonna take it all for me, aren't you? Gonna fill you up and keep you like that, stuffed full of nothing but me." He presses against him, pushes with the promise of giving Dew everything he needs. "Just lie still and take it, don't even need to think."

Dew nods frantically, pushing back to try to get Mountain to slide inside, to stretch him open and keep him full like he promised.

He cums as soon as Mountain inches in just the smallest bit. He tugs at Mountains hand until he can speak, softly begging in the tight space of the bunk.

"Don't stop...please Mount, keep going don't st-"

"I wasn't going to." He sinks in until his hips are pressed against Dew, until he can't move any further, until Dew's barely able to suck in a full breath.

He fucks him slow and deliberate, knowing exactly how to move to make Dew nearly weep against the pillow. He makes him cum two more times before he even feels anywhere near close.

"You're mine this time around, gonna spend the whole thing stretched on my cock. Mine. Understand?"

Dew nods, eyes rolling back until Mountain catches one of the rings in his nipples and tugs.

"Say it, Dewdrop."

He hisses at the sting in his chest but rocks his hips back harder. "Yours. M'yours....it's yours please Mount-"

He hears Rain shifting in the bunk across from them and he's almost tempted to open the curtain, to let him watch but refuse to let him touch. He meant what he said, this time is his.

"Give me one more."

Dew squeezes his eyes and Mountain can feel him shake like a little leaf against him.

"I can't...I can't again-"

"Yes you can." He drives his point home, nailing his prostate with a sharp thrust of his hips. "You can and you will if you want a knot."

Dews breath hitches and tears bubble up and Mountain growls against his ear.

"You're so pretty when you cry."

The rough tone of his voice is what does it, he cums again, clenching tight around Mountain and panting hard, tears on his cheeks but eyes still blissed out.

"Please please pl-"

Mountain covers his mouth again when he starts getting too loud, not that it matters, he's sure they have an audience by now.

"Good boy, that's so good Dew." He quickens his pace, faster but still deliberate until he starts to swell.

He sinks his teeth into Dew's shoulder when he forces his knot in, muffling his whimpers and whines with his palm.

Mountain wraps his arms around him kissing the back of his neck while their breathing slows. Dew laces their fingers, wiggling back to have full contact with the earth ghoul. Mountain rolls his eyes fondly at the content little purr he hears and feels against his chest. It's almost cute, almost sweet, but then he remembers what a fucking menace Dew actually is.

"You little fucker."

Dew smirks and laughs quietly. "Took you long enough. Three days, I'm impressed. Rain almost beat you to it."

Mountain tightens his arms around him. "You couldn't just ask me to take care of you?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

Mountain nips at his ear. "You realize you're going to pay for that, right? You think you were crying for it tonight? Just wait until we get to the hotel."

Dew shivers, cock twitching. "All part of the plan, big boy. Can't fucking wait."

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i don’t want to interject myself anywhere but- hello anon! psych major (literally about to graduate with a full ass degree in psychology i have bust my ass for too long for this shit to slide)

this is false! you are wrong! i have the dsm-5-tr and just read the entire entry on did. nowhere does it say that alters cannot be fictional characters. in fact, it even acknowledges that alters can be, and i quote, “mythical creatures”. which are, as far as i am aware, fictional.

next time you want to take pot shots at good people, please don’t spread misinformation about mental health, thanks :)

Systems with fictive alters are not real. Reaf the DSM. Stop promoting fake DID.

I don't have time to read anything now. if you're right and me saying that was offensive to people with did then I'm sorry, but I know people with fictive alters so...I dunno and honestly I don't care that much, I just want to be respectful and respect is all I want, too

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i am having thoughts….

still love shark inspired rain, but i am really feeling the influence of the leopard seal. those things are so freaking scary dude. terrifying. and so beautiful…. so now i have to think about my designs… is rain a shark or a leopard seal? both? hmmmmmmm…

okay gonna make a list of the animals that inspire the appearance of each of the ghouls (starting with current band ghouls because i have been a fan for a year and a half so my grasp on the older ghouls is tenuous at best lol) in my head. they aren’t exactly 1:1 of these animals; it’s more so bits and pieces i mix to make their image.

each element in my head corresponds to a specific families of animals. ghouls are humanoid, but very much not human in my hc. very predator coded (i am in love with every author who writes murder ghouls, you guys get me)

fire- reptiles, serpents, very dragon-like (cliche, sue me), these ghouls are all wicked sharp claws and fangs. they may have a laidback, leisurely air about them majority of the time, but they are ruthless hunters. capable of remaining preternaturally still until their prey comes into range, then striking quicker than the blink of an eye. some fire ghouls are capable of producing venom

earth- ungulates (especially bovine, deer, goats), large wildcats, most commonly hooved though some may have paws. thick, heavy fangs, vicious claws. these ghouls are excellent persistence hunters, they may not strike as fast as fire, but they’re stamina is unmatched and they never lose a scent- they will chase you down until you physically can no longer run

water- fish, marine mammals, amphibians, aquatic reptiles. these ghouls have many very sharp fangs, and their claws are barbed/serrated to keep their prey pinned while they tear out chunks with their razor sharp teeth. sleek and lean, these ghouls are made for speed, land or water. the serration is universal, whether the ghoul is more fresh- or saltwater aligned

air- birds, especially raptors and corvids, bats, insects. basically any creature capable of flight. these ghouls rely more on their claws/talons than their fangs- but don’t underestimate their bite! air ghouls can be the most aggressive of all elements. they are frighteningly light footed, you’ll never hear them coming. they can move effortlessly from treetop to treetop, rafter to rafter, dropping down like an angel of death onto their prey. air ghouls also have little care for if their prey is dispatched or not before they begin eating, they will simply dig in as you thrash and scream, pinned by their talons

quintessence- hardest to pin down, due to the unknowable nature of dark matter/quintessence they can appear with the most variation in characteristics. most commonly they’ll have ursine, canine, or feline features. quints are the most prolific hunters of ghoulkind. while many of them can end their prey with a thought, they often draw out the hunt, relishing in the fear. quints will stalk from the shadows. you’ll never know they’re coming until it’s too late. they play with your mind, slowly feeding into your fear. it’s like when horror movies use extremely low frequency sounds; you can’t hear them but you feel it- that creeping sense of dread that gets bigger and bigger the closer the killer gets, until suddenly you’re panicking and you can’t breathe and oh my god did that shadow just move? and-

mountain: red deer, lion/mountain lion, goat

rain: shark, alligator, axolotl

dew: blue-tongued skink, horned viper

swiss: (hc as a multi, every element) texas longhorn, jaguar, griffon vulture

phantom/aeon: (he’s an earth/quint hybrid to me!) jacob sheep ram, alexander archipelago wolf, vampire bat

aurora: (i hc her as an air/water hybrid) loon, jewel beetle

cumulus: barn owl, bumble bee

cirrus: raven, yellow jacket

sunny: red-tailed hawk, bearded dragon, fire ant

aether: grizzly bear, i love the idea of aeth having tusks but there’s no specific animal i feel like i draw that from it’s a hc i’ve poached lol

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could you do swissalps with #10?

From this list.

#10 - desperately

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Mountain heaves a shuddering breath as he stares at the ceiling, tracing the seams between the tin tiles. It's all he can do to keep his mind from melting out his ears, a single point of focus outside of himself. Outside of a body that no longer feels like his own, every nerve ending buzzing with something unnatural. Something electric. He's throbbing from head to toe, inside and out, and with every passing second the dizzy feeling caught behind his eyes grows.

A heavy presence settles at his side, carries the scent of rich spice and bitter herbs, and it hits him right in the dick.

"Fuck," Mountain grunts, and the responding gentle chuckle that flows into his ear makes his eyelids droop.

"Someone's feelin' good."

Swiss' tone holds clear amusement, and it takes real effort for Mountain to make his head move. To roll his neck enough to see the other ghoul, to blink up at him and find Swiss' fanged grin. To meet his sparkling golden eyes.

Eyes that are currently flecked with a very specific shade of violet.

"Didn't -" Mountain's voice comes out thick and dull, miles away from his own ears, "- didn't think this's what you meant by practice."

A large hand comes to rest on Mountain's cheek, warm and solid. Swiss' thumb traces the bony ridge there, and the drag of it sends sparks through Mountain's veins. His other hand settles at the center of his chest, catching in the thatch of auburn hair between his nipples. Two fingers glide over sweat-damp skin, down his sternum, ticklish against his already twitching abdomen, and with every passing inch Mountain can feel threads of quintessence sewing themselves into his flesh.

"But you didn’t say no when you found out either," Swiss rumbles, teasing his fingertips through the wiry curls below Mountain's navel. The slight touch is nothing but maddening, and Mountain can't help the soft whimper that escapes him. One that makes Swiss tilt his head. "Besides," he coos, playful, "you know you're my favorite test subject."

Swiss cups his cheek, pours a stronger wave of magick into his boneless form, and the only thing that keeps Mountain from arching off the mattress in the palm Swiss plants on his belly. Nothing could stop his aching cock from spitting against his hip, though, or hold back the baleful cry he looses.

"That's what I like to see," Swiss praises, brushing mussed hair from Mountain's damp brow. "No one else can take it like you can, baby." He leans down and kisses a horn. "I don't have to have a soft touch with you, do I?"

Mountain would shake his head if he could, but it's a hopeless endeavor. The quintessence flooding his system - inelegant by Aether or Omega's standards, in dire need of refinement - has turned his muscles to jelly and his brain to oatmeal, and the only part of his body that Mountain can parse from the rest is the impossibly hard swell of his cock. Every twitch, every pulse, every ounce of thrumming pleasure that courses through that rigid length makes him feel more and more insane.

Swiss may not need to have a soft touch, but Mountain thinks if he stays untouched he'll implode.

"Sw-Swiss," he forces out, drooling from the corner of his mouth. The other ghoul swipes his thumb through the dribble with a happy little giggle. "You...touch...please touch -"

Swiss interrupts him by smearing his wet thumb over his bottom lip, pushes it past his fangs, and Mountain makes a gurgling sounds he'd be very embarrassed by if he had two brain cells to rub together. It's much easier to latch on, to suckle, and the purr Swiss rewards him with makes his toes curl.

"That's my good boy," Swiss breathes, licking his lips. "Don't worry, grasshopper." He leans down to nuzzle Mountain's cheek and the larger ghoul's eyes slip shut. "I'm gonna make you feel so good."

The hand on his belly massages for a moment, drifts south, and the moment callused fingers wrap around his shaft Mountain swears his heart stops. He whines through his nose, thighs trembling when Swiss gives him a loose stroke that feels far better than it has any right too. He barely notices when Swiss pulls his thumb from his mouth, until he feels saliva soak into the pillow beneath his cheek.

Judging by the sound of Swiss' hand, his cock might be drooling even more.

It's less than a minute before he's quivering, claws digging into the sheets and pathetic punched-out gasps filling the space around them. He's never so quick to pop, but the magick makes the sensation of Swiss' measured pulls a thousand times stronger. Make Mountain hyperaware of every pass of his fingers, every bead of sweat that skates down his temples, the way his balls have already snuggled up close to his electrified body.

"Already, huh?"

Swiss sounds delighted and it makes his stomach hurt. Mountain wheezes out something like a yes - it's close enough for Swiss to pick up his languid pace, and that's all it takes to make Mountain's eyes crack open. His hips twitch into that wonderful fist, and there's only one thing he needs to push him over the edge.

"Swiss -"

"I know, big guy," he rasps, leaning in close. He sinks his other hand into Mountain's mussed hair, grips right at the scalp, and rubs their noses together. "Lemme feel you squirt for me."

Swiss yanks his head back, shoves his tongue into Mountain's slack mouth, and the only thing louder than the clack of their fangs is Mountain's pained sob. It's less a kiss than a sloppy meeting of mouths, starved and desperate, but it's exactly what Swiss knew would have Mountain emptying his balls in thick ropes all over his stomach, thighs and Swiss' own fist.

It seems to go on forever - a happy side effect of Swiss' magick - and by the time he's empty Mountain's cheeks are as wet as the rest of him. He shivers through the aftershocks, wincing when Swiss takes a moment to polish the head - he can never resist the opportunity to make it hurt a little.

Mountain finds he doesn't mind it so much when Swiss kisses his tears away.

"Such a good doll." Swiss nuzzles his sweaty temple, kisses the apple of his cheek. "Catch your breath, baby," he hums, letting Mountain's softening cock fall against his sticky belly. "You're gonna need it when I fuck that pretty mouth."

Swiss pushes two messy fingers between his parted lips, and the way Mountain's dick throbs has absolutely nothing to do with quintessence.

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okay gonna make a list of the animals that inspire the appearance of each of the ghouls (starting with current band ghouls because i have been a fan for a year and a half so my grasp on the older ghouls is tenuous at best lol) in my head. they aren’t exactly 1:1 of these animals; it’s more so bits and pieces i mix to make their image.

each element in my head corresponds to specific families of animals. ghouls are humanoid, but very much not human in my hc. very predator coded (i am in love with every author who writes murder ghouls, you guys get me)

fire- reptiles, serpents, very dragon-like (cliche, sue me), these ghouls are all wicked sharp claws and fangs. they may have a laidback, leisurely air about them majority of the time, but they are ruthless hunters. capable of remaining preternaturally still until their prey comes into range, then striking quicker than the blink of an eye. some fire ghouls are capable of producing venom

earth- ungulates (especially bovine, deer, goats), large wildcats, most commonly hooved though some may have paws. thick, heavy fangs, vicious claws. these ghouls are excellent persistence hunters, they may not strike as fast as fire, but their stamina is unmatched and they never lose a scent- they will chase you down until you physically can no longer run

water- fish, marine mammals, amphibians, aquatic reptiles. these ghouls have many very sharp fangs, and their claws are barbed/serrated to keep their prey pinned while they tear out chunks with their razor sharp teeth. sleek and lean, these ghouls are made for speed, land or water. the serration is universal, whether the ghoul is more fresh- or saltwater aligned

air- birds, especially raptors and corvids, bats, insects. basically any creature capable of flight. these ghouls rely more on their claws/talons than their fangs- but don’t underestimate their bite! air ghouls can be the most aggressive of all elements. they are frighteningly light footed, you’ll never hear them coming. they can move effortlessly from treetop to treetop, rafter to rafter, dropping down like an angel of death onto their prey. air ghouls also have little care for if their prey is dispatched or not before they begin eating, they will simply dig in as you thrash and scream, pinned by their talons

quintessence- hardest to pin down, due to the unknowable nature of dark matter/quintessence they can appear with the most variation in characteristics. most commonly they’ll have ursine, canine, or feline features. quints are the most prolific hunters of ghoulkind. while many of them can end their prey with a thought, they often draw out the hunt, relishing in the fear. quints will stalk from the shadows. you’ll never know they’re coming until it’s too late. they play with your mind, slowly feeding into your fear. it’s like when horror movies use extremely low frequency sounds; you can’t hear them but you feel it- that creeping sense of dread that gets bigger and bigger the closer the killer gets, until suddenly you’re panicking and you can’t breathe and oh my god did that shadow just move? and-

mountain: red deer, lion/mountain lion, goat

rain: shark, alligator, axolotl

dew: blue-tongued skink, horned viper

swiss: (hc as a multi, every element) texas longhorn, jaguar, griffon vulture

phantom/aeon: (he’s an earth/quint hybrid to me!) jacob sheep ram, alexander archipelago wolf, vampire bat

aurora: (i hc her as an air/water hybrid) loon, jewel beetle

cumulus: barn owl, bumble bee

cirrus: raven, yellow jacket

sunny: red-tailed hawk, bearded dragon, fire ant

aether: grizzly bear, i love the idea of aeth having tusks but there’s no specific animal i feel like i draw that from it’s a hc i’ve poached lol

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ooouaaagghhh i’m coming back to this because i have been sent a vision: i am keeping my whole irish red deer inspiration, but mountain is also lion-coded in my head. i cannot explain it, it literally just popped into my head violently a moment ago and it feels so right.

he’s lanky and lean like a juvenile mountain lion or a young african lion, a gorgeous, thick mane of hair, the tail!! but he’s still hooved. that has not changed lol

i guess my mountain is a weird version of a gryphon lmao

happy mountain march everyone! this is my first one with a blog for ghost lol

i do not have much to say about him just yet, still perfecting my mental image and headcanons…

but i can say this. forest boy is the biggest softie in my head. idk i haven’t gotten super far with personalities yet lol.

and also, i fell down the most ridiculous rabbit hole of researching different species of deer to study their antler shapes/shedding patterns. and in my head, mountain is based off the red deer found in ireland. i saw a red doe once at an ancient monastic settlement when i visited ireland and it was a very magical moment. so now thats mounty in my head. a red deer buck. they have beautiful antlers, regal and tall, a beautiful dark brown. very complimentary to having reddish hair :)

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happy mountain march everyone! this is my first one with a blog for ghost lol

i do not have much to say about him just yet, still perfecting my mental image and headcanons…

but i can say this. forest boy is the biggest softie in my head. idk i haven’t gotten super far with personalities yet lol.

and also, i fell down the most ridiculous rabbit hole of researching different species of deer to study their antler shapes/shedding patterns. and in my head, mountain is based off the red deer found in ireland. i saw a red doe once at an ancient monastic settlement when i visited ireland and it was a very magical moment. so now thats mounty in my head. a red deer buck. they have beautiful antlers, regal and tall, a beautiful dark brown. very complimentary to having reddish hair :)

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i know that it seems to be like, a general consensus in the fandom but dew in my head is not blonde/warm colour palette at all

idk i like the whole long hair and stuff like that, but 1) i have a really weird bias against blondes lol, and 2) whenever i think about the fact that he was water and is now fire all i can think of is when you throw a bucket of water on a fire

he’s kind of like the zombie fires we get here in canada. where the embers are so hot they smoulder all winter and burn under the snow cover until they’re exposed and roar back into life

so in my head dew is this whip thin, sharp edges and strong lean muscles. his hair is long, but it fades from an ash-white to a coal black at the ends. i like the idea of his limbs looking burnt too. and in keeping with the colour palette he has in my head i think he’s just overall quite pale aside from the sooty hands/lower legs. and his eyes! i think they were a pretty dark blue when he was water, but now as fire it’s a washed out, almost white colour. a pale grey. maybe a hint of orange around the pupil, like a sleeping ember. my ghouls also do not have human-like eyes at all but i’m still deciding how fire ghouls look. i think they may be reptile coded, like dragons (ugh i wish i could draw. i might start practicing just to try to share my vision lmao)

idk why this popped in my head but it did. eventually i will lay out how each ghoul looks in my head but it’s slow going lol. i’m still learning them and building my own lore!

[itslikepullingteeth]

I'm in a disagreement with some people. Reblog to increase the sample size!

[itslikepullingteeth]

Hi...I don't know what this is but we're here and we're going with it.

Cw: Dew's a little freak /pos, auto asphyxiation, licking up his own cum, gill play mentioned, daddy kink

He watches his face in the mirror as his own fingers curl around his throat, watching the way his lips part, the way his pupils spread like puddles covering the color of his eyes.

He squeezes tighter, his other hand still working his cock until he has to loosen his grip and choke down a breath. He admires the red marks he'd left on his own skin, the shape of his fingers and while he loves it, wants to line his fingers up again and make them darker, it's not quite right.

His hands are too warm and his fingers aren't quite long enough. He misses the bite of Rain's rings and the way his claws nip into his skin with just enough threat to have Dew dripping.

He squeezes tighter, watches his eyes roll back until he can't anymore and fucks into his fist imaging the cruel filth Rain would whisper up against his ear, the way he'd laugh at Dew's poor little eager cock twitching for his attention.

The air rushes back into his lungs when he loosens his grip again, having to brace himself on the wall beside the mirror as his head spins. He's so close, can feel it creeping up on him, that tell tale burn in his gut and he knows if he had Rain's hands on him he'd have been begging ages ago. Rain probably would have made him soak his sheets multiple times by now, cooing with that sweet poisoned honey voice of his.

"One more for me, I know you can, know you want to. Does it hurt, baby? Gonna cry for me? One more just for me..."

His knees shake and he grips the base of his cock, breathing like a hiss through clenched teeth as he teeters too close to the edge. He wants it, wants to watch himself cum just to see what Rain sees, wants to make even the imaginary version of him proud even in the privacy of his own thoughts.

He imagines what Rain would think if he walked in and saw him like this, wonders what blushing stammered excuse his own tongue would spill out. He likes the idea of those black eyes locked on his throat where his hand squeezes, head cocked and almost impatient. He'd flick his wrist, wordlessly ordering him to continue and he would, he would without question because he'd been taught so well and despite what outsiders may think...Dewdrop is nothing if not a good boy.

He's hot all over thinking of the way Rain would watch him, standing like a hungry predator just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Dew finds himself tipping his head back, offering his submission to his empty room, to the phantom image of Rain standing near the door.

He chokes himself harder, stealing his own pleas from his lips, heart pounding as his head spins and he likes to imagine Rain telling him how good he's doing, how pretty he looks when he's breathless.

His fingers tease along the scars of his gills and he misses shoving his fingers in there, misses how Aether used to hook his fingers just right, how Mountain would fuck his tongue so deep Dew thought he'd never breathe again. He wishes Rain had been able to see it, to touch him in the way only another water ghoul could.

The pads of his fingers press harder against the soft, raised skin of the scars, digging and remembering the way they'd flutter. He can almost feel it if he thinks about it hard enough and his cock kicks in his hand.

He tightens his fingers as hard as he dares, watches the way the edges of his vision go hazy, the little starbursts that flash across his sight. He cums across the mirror with his breath caught, hand tight and unrelenting as he milks himself until it hurts.

His legs give and he hits his knees, panting as he drinks down oxygen desperately. He looks wrecked when he meets the eyes of his reflection. Lips shiny, eyes even wetter with unshed tears, cheeks pink and sweat soaked.

Rain's right. He's pretty like this.

He bends forward, ass up high like an offering as he licks the mirror clean. He knows Rain's weak for a show, loves when Dew presents himself like this. He knows how quick he'd fit up behind him, working into the tight life altering heat of him.

He'd fuck him breathless again, make him watch, make him hold eye contact with himself until it was too much and he cried. Rain would call him beautiful, would pull him back against his chest and lick the salt of his tears while he swelled inside him, reminding him of his place, reminding him just who exactly he belongs to.

The fire in his belly starts again, a coiling heat spreading lower and he shakes his head at his own need, he always wants. More more more until he's all but lifeless.

"Dew can I get a hand with-" Swiss never fucking knocks, just barges in. He freezes at the sight of Dew, still naked and on his knees, cock drooling slowly as it tries to stir to life again.

Swiss kicks the door shut and while he had imagined Rain this whole time, Swiss' big rough hands are some of his favourites. He loves the way he pins him, bending him just the way he wants, not afraid to hurt him the way he knows Dew needs.

He crooks his finger and beckons him forward. Dew knows better than to stand, he crawls until he's right in front of him, the heat lightning scent of him sparking down Dew's spine, tempting and dangerous.

Swiss cups his face, Dew's warm cheek against his palm while he drags his thumb over his lips, pressing in behind his teeth to pet along his tongue. Dew's eyes flutter when he shuts his lips around Swiss' thumb, sucking the taste of the salt from his skin.

Swiss works his belt open with his other hand, eyes glued to Dew's lips, focused on the devotion Dew gives his hand.

"Are you gonna be a good boy for me, Dewdrop?"

Dew pulls back, tilting his head and smiling, long lashes kissing the tops of his cheeks when he blinks up slowly at Swiss.

"I'm always a good boy." He leans in a nuzzles against where Swiss strains behind the fabric of his jeans. "I'm the best boy, Daddy."

Swiss grins like a shark and makes him prove it.

[itslikepullingteeth]

me, minding my own business:

a cloud of mosquito-like voices passing by: hIS NamE IS phA--

me: ew

me: *flicks them away like lint on my clothes*

me: anyway