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yall are pro mental illness until they hallucinate

yall are pro mental illness until they dissociate

yall are pro mental illness until they self-isolate

yall are pro mental illness until they're paranoid

yall are pro mental illness until they split

yall are pro mental illness until it's too Scary for your comparatively neurotypical brain to handle

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Working on this request from the lovely and talented @anamelessfool was a treat to my heart. I absolutely LOVED the fanfic it is inspired from, The First and The Last, one of the most original Terzomega stories I have read so far.

Take some time to read it, you will be mesmerized by the imaginary of anamelessfool’s world, I promise.

Ps. I still have some requested I’m working on but I’m pondering if closing them as I have a lot of wips in my hands atm. If you have requests to make please do it from now to the next couple of days 🌹

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oh satan devour us all (hear our desperate call)

cowbell/zephyr (ghost band)

explicit | nb/nb | 6.3k words | it/its cowbell, they/them zephyr, free use, predator/prey, subtob zephyr, riding, semi-public sex, shifting genitals, objectification, earth/quintessence multi ghoul cowbell

—this fic is a (very late) birthday gift for my absolutely beloved friend @spoiledleaff for a little birthday fic exchange we organised for each other <3 i asked him what he wanted and they asked for cowbell being a menace (/aff) to zephyr, so that's what this is !! it's actually supposed to piggyback off of the practice scene in his very own terzomega fic, so go and read that as well if you're able to !! happy birthday, ashton !! i can't believe i've known you for an entire year already <3

snippet and ao3 link under the cut !

gif credit: @/kazoo-lord

The only fault in this system is that Cowbell seems to have taken a liking to playmates with… unique vessels. In the case of the air ghoul sitting opposite it on the other side of the library, this refers to the way their vessel’s functionality varies from day to day. Some days, the air ghoul is able to walk with ease, perform their daily tasks, wield the keys of the chapel organ to create haunting melodies that echo out through the grounds of the Ministry. But on other days, they can’t walk without one of their canes, let alone make their daily lemongrass and ginger tea without aid from a willing hand. On their especially bad days, they might not even be able to roll over in bed without having to hold back a pained wail. All this is to say that although Cowbell may take joy from pushing its partners to the edge of their comfort zone—especially Zephyr—it would never wish any extra pain upon them. Well, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the earth ghoul wouldn’t wish extra pain upon them unless it is the one inflicting it. Therefore, a system had to be developed, which Zephyr seemed to take in their stride. They’d designed an entire colour-based system which corresponds with their pain levels, and many of the earth ghoul’s similarly-vesseled partners have also chosen to adopt it for themselves over time. Cowbell is the first to admit Zephyr’s idea is genius; especially given the air ghoul’s tendencies to ‘forget’ their cane on their days of bad pain, making it nearly impossible for Cowbell to garner whether its mate is genuinely in excruciating pain due to the state of their vessel, or if they are simply playing into Cowbell’s twisted fantasies. Their lighter bells—pale pinks, blues and yellows—are ones they wear in order to signify to Cowbell that although Zephyr is still very interested in being taken and used until they’re seeing stars, Cowbell needs to treat them gently—to degrade them with its words rather than its actions—lest it make anything more painful for them than it already is. Zephyr’s dark coloured bells on the other hand—deep reds, blues, greens and blacks—are used to signify a good pain day; their way of wordlessly telling Cowbell that the two of them are free to do anything it sets its mind to, regardless of the position or any other factor that might put strain on weary joints—provided it’s not on Zephyr’s list of hard limits, of course; although there have been a few occasions when the air ghoul has begged for–

But that’s not important right now.

Right now, Cowbell is sure Zephyr’s bell is dark today, but they’re in the middle of checking a book out for a Sibling and it can’t get a proper glimpse of the specific colour the air ghoul is donning today. Its lack of clear view infuriating, but the anticipation has the earth ghoul all fired up and it’s sure that when the time comes, it will be able to wreck Zephyr twice as hard as it normally would—provided that their softly jingling indicator is, in fact, one of dark colour.

“Oh, I love your bell!” The Sibling says—Cowbell’s almost certain that she is the Sister it was chasing through the Abbey’s halls just last week, a pretty, deep pink bell attached to the ribbon wrapped around her wrist—as she reaches a finger out to tap Zephyr’s bell lightly, giggling at the soft jingle it elicits. Cowbell growls and feels its eyes glint with malice at someone touching its Zephyr.

Zephyr affixes the Sister with a look—they know all about her adventures with Cowbell, the earth ghoul itself had told them just last week—but smiles, flattered. If Cowbell’s vision is not failing it from so far away, the air ghoul looks offended that the Sister would even consider touching its bell—Zephyr is well aware that although the bell may live in their dorm, it’s not theirs, it’s Cowbell’s. They incline their head in her direction, always the epitome of politeness despite their obvious frustration. “Many thanks, Sister.” She takes the book back from them and finally moves out of the way, providing Cowbell with a direct line of sight to Zephyr’s neck, an obsidian black bell dangling from their carefully crafted collar. Their way of silently telling Cowbell that it’s a good pain day. That they’re wanting for more than the light green bell Cowbell had slipped into their pocket at practice in anticipation of a bad pain day. That no holds need to be barred. That the earth ghoul has permission to destroy Zephyr if it sees fit, and, fuck, is it going to wreck them until they’re seeing double. That’s what it promised to do during today’s practice after all…

[read the rest on ao3 !!]

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Every show….

+ bonus victorious Dew

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sorry i bit you and then drew a heart with your blood do u still think i'm hot

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| For the 'paprika version', click here, if the link doesn't work, search for @honey_tongued_ on Twitter/X to see everything. |

For now, I'm drawing some relationships between the ghouls mentioned in HUITS, so these are random drawings because I need these two dolls.

I don't know what to say, your honor, they love each other to death. I'm off to post the new chapter. For those who want, by clicking on this fantastic colorful text, you will be sent to the AO3 page of my fanfiction (it's magic but don't tell anyone, otherwise the Vatican will come looking for me).

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The Coming of My Ruin

Fandom: Ghost  Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Dew/Swiss.  Featuring: Near Death Experiences; the first snowfall of the season; Dewdrop being a little shit; No one knowing how to talk about their feelings productively; Harmful perfectionism; A lot of Angst; A tiny bit of smut.   All Dew wants is to go in for a walk in the woods. The weather has other plans.  

He shoves his hand into the snow in an attempt to speed up the process of dying. He brings a handful of it close to his face. He looks at the crystalline structure of each snowflake. It sort of makes sense that something this pretty is going to be the literal death of him. He has only ever wrought destruction to beautiful things—it’s fitting that they would get their payback eventually. Read it on AO3

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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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Mountain letting Phantom and Aurora into the greenhouse during the first thunderstorm they ever get to experience so they can lay out on the tables and watch the rain roll down the glass roof and see the lighting strike against the grey sky

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I see I’ve become the foot sex blog. And you know what? I’m fine with that. Anon I see you and I am so eepy but I promise to give you some romantic and filthy mountain foot sex shortly.

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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)

Reblog to increase sample size!

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what if. what if uhhhhh. yeah

heavily inspired by @wrathofrats because . funky guy

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aw shucks.

(for @conjuring-ghouls ♡)

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The Things You Desire

Chapter 2 of my Swiss origin story. I'm trying to finish this before Mushy May starts, so there's maybe three chapters left. Why did Swiss join the Ghost project? What exactly is a multi ghoul anyway?

On A03 or below the cut:

Below the Surface

Hell is a special place. All nine levels of it. Ghouls know that full well.

Some have it better than others, so of course it matters who you are, and what you are. 

It's the what that has been the problem for Swiss since he can remember. 

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All ghouls have a place, inhabit a circle depending on their elemental magic. Who they are at the deepest parts of their core. 

Air ghouls live the closest to the surface, lusty and quick to take and swirl away. A layer of deep cold water separates those ghouls from earth and fire, preventing the molten layers from escaping, which in and of itself causes conflict between immovable force earth ghouls and scorched earth fire ghouls regularly. At the very bottom, the strongest, and fiercest ghouls reside. Quintessence and the rarer ice water ghouls who will spear trespassers with icicles as fast as they'll drown anyone who threatens them. 

Hybrids exist, of course, ghouls sometimes seek out another. Love finds a way, or sacrifices are made, ghouls are taken. The unfortunate ones torn from their homes, or forced out, and finding a new level of hell to occupy. These ghouls share two elements, but may only be able to draw power from one, more dominant trait. Fire cancels out water, earth crushes air. 

And then there's Swiss. The rarest of all the ghouls. Not a hybrid, but a tiny piece of everything that makes up all ghouls. Air, Water, Fire, Earth, Quintessence all reside within Swiss. 

How these ghouls happen is a bit of pit lore, but the whispered voices he's heard imply that he's an anomaly. He believes it as he's not met another like himself in all his years below. He has no way of knowing that a tiny piece of Lucifer himself was imparted to him when he was created. 

He's a piece of the morning star himself, with the abilities of all elements stored within. He can call upon everything, and as such, Swiss feels everything.

He's spent hundreds of years wandering the pit, spending time with ghouls of all elements, never staying too long, never feeling like he belongs anywhere. Being watched by others, some wary and others full of desire. He feels like a prize, like he's something to be won, and others have fought for him, over him. He's fought to escape, fought to survive. Every day he's learned something that he can do. 

He can predict a storm, feel the air shift and grow heavy with precipitation. Can sense the crackle of electricity in the air before lightning strikes. He can feel a flood coming, sees the deluge building and the river before the banks overflow. He can call on fire and raise it at his fingertips, burn a city to the ground if he focuses. Or if he goes feral, which happened once. He can move boulders and make plants twist to form vines to hold his prey. He can nearly dissapear, dissolving to little more than a shadow, which is sometimes a lot of fun. He can feel what others are thinking, and he can push memories or thoughts into others. He can heal himself, which has come in handy more than once, and he can snuff out a life with startlingly little effort. 

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Which is what finds Swiss drawn downward, slinking around the darkest lowest levels, waiting, watching, for the opportunity he's sure will come here. Avoiding elder quint ghouls by concealing himself within his own magical shade, eyes hot and molten, peeled for the frosty ice ghouls lurking under the surface. Testing the magical barriers, reaching out with his quintessence to feel for any changes. No hesitation to jump through the barrier when he feels it flex under his fingertips. An opening presents and he takes it.

His mind screaming at him to follow the call, to find something that is important. Something he needs. Something that needs him. 

Something that he's just learned is called Dewdrop. 

Someone. 

And now that he's here, he knows this is the reason.

Dewdrop. 

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I forgot how much I missed just doing headshots

Here's some random ghoodles

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youre incredible and so lovely and I love your headcanons for the ghouls and for how the larger Universe around them works. theres so much more I wanna say but migraine is being an asshole UEUEUE Im sorry

Whaaaaaaaaa you didn’t even say it on anonnnnnnn you’re very sweet thank you 🖤🖤

I can’t add a cute image cause you sent me so many f u tumblr. Also I’m sorry you have a migraine! I hope you have some good drugs and it goes away soon

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tell me on anon what you'd never tell me off anon

No one is actually gonna do it but fuck it.