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Hi Aru <3 I’m just popping by to say hi, I hope the weekend was kind to you and I wish you a good week. Love and hugs/high-fives/cool-friendship-hand-signals for you

I love you and hi Jim!! Thank you for the kind words ;-;

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u should talk abt strawberry... OR ! vida..... Or.... Or or or comet......

:3 teehee

UGH STRAWBERRY,,, little jammy! Very very talented with violin. Alpha and Bell always attend her recitlals and are big supports, Phil's there too! It's not uncommon for her to be in her room, practicing, and loves performing and showing off to her parents.

And Vida!!!!! Although their very sickly, they're still a very happy child. Laughing and making jokes about everything, wanting to go on adventures, and spend time with their parents. Alpha and Dew do their absolute best to make sure they have the best experience ever.

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out of all the ghoul kits

which one was the FATTEST/biggest babby and which one was the ittiest/tiny babby

also, also...more comet and starshine pls...

Ofc the chunkiest babby would be Comet, he took up alllll that room and had no shame for it. Tiniest babby would beeeee hmm Ember! Tiny little thing he was.

Comet growing up!! :(( looking at mama as he bends down to strap his velcro shoes on, getting misty eyed and all sad. How Phantom just tucks hair behind his big ole floppy ears. "My baby's growing up... I can't believe it's your first day of school already."

Starshine!!! Loves her sister soooo much. Calida constantly would run over, ask mana for "her baby" and get so excited when they could cuddle. It caused Star to start running to Calidas bed rather than her parents bc !!! Sissy cuddles are the best!!

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DOUBLE DIGITS BABY!!!!!

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shibari figurines by constant heaven

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Papa V Perpetua And Dewdrop

Credit 📸 @ryancphoto

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🔞CLICK HERE FOR REAP AND SOW'S DEMO!

Do you like Demons? Do you like making them happy? Well, look no further! Reap and Sow's Demo is here!

Navigate a bustling house party, finding the perfect sacrifice for your dear demon...

Thank you all for being here and supporting me. The game should be out soon.

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Wouldst thou like some Meliora Dewther?

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continuing the scrapbook edits agenda, here are some dewther and mountain wallpaper collages xx feel free to download and use, but please don't repost!

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pls i must see squashed 2D dew

Giant boi and his comically small husband

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back in the 00s a single dancing anime chibi gif would feed us for months on end

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GHOSTOBER 2025

It is about a month and a half until October and so it is time to start preparing for Ghostober 2025!

This year @kroas-adtam has passed on the arranging of Ghostober to me, and the prompts will be posted on @ghost-creative-prompts so follow that if you haven't already.

I will be making two sets of prompts: Kinktober and Spooktober. Kinktober will be smutty, kinky acts and scenarios. Spooktober will be spook and scary prompts.

If there is anything you want to see on these lists please DM me or send an ask at @ghost-creative-prompts by 7th of September.

The prompt lists will be posted on 15th of September.

EDIT: prompts from 2023 and 2024 under the cut for inspiration

I can already tell you that T4T is going on this year's Kinktober list so anyone who wants to throw a fit about it can get it out of their system now

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Aether: *randomly, while making out with Rain* The ocean is a soup Rain: *blinks* Rain: I allow you to elaborate, but after.... *points at lips* Aether: What is needed for something to be a soup? Rain:  Water, salt, some sort of greens? Personally, I prefer meat or fish in mine. Rain: *Tilts head* The Ocean is a Soup Aether: *nodding solemnly* The Ocean is a Soup. Mountain: *having heard the whole exchange while getting a snack* Those fuckers got into my stash again

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the horrors persist but my friends write beautiful fanfic

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Fuck it, let's do this

Skeletà ghoul costume master post.

Aka every single piece of information I have amassed about those costumes.

The costumes were designed by Swedish designer B. Åkerlund, who's been working with Ghost since Meliora and has thought out most of the costumes since then.

Let's start from top to bottom, most of the cast wears a headdress, which I believe were made by Åkerlund and her team, but Phantom and Dewdrop are wearing hats made by NTTE Hats. Phantom has a feather on the right side of his hat and Dew on the left. (Example of another one of NTTE's designs, and the ghouls)

The masks are all custom sculpted to represent the performers' faces and they all have elements that distinguish them from each other, other people have done posts breaking it down so I won't go into details here. (I can do it in another post if someone really wants me to)

I could not find the creator of the masks, but my bet is either on Jerry Constantine, who's done masks for Tobias and sculpted the Meliora and Prequelle masks, or immortalmasks, who did Perpetua's.

The bowties are from FrauleinKink Studio in collaboration with Bootzy Couture, who also did the ones for the skeleton dancers at the LA show in 2023. They are leather pieces that fasten like dog collars.

The main piece is a custom bodysuit. The skeleton pattern is different on each suits which leads me to believe they are hand painted, along with the "brush stroke" appearance of them when you look up close. The zipper is in the front and center, and the various sizes of stones are riveted on.

Our boys are wearing literally my favourite part of the entire costume, a sleeveless tailcoat with a GORGEOUSLY pleated back that makes me think of a monster's spine and a weird, intricate lapel that seemingly pierces through the coat. The buttons are meant to be an ode to the buttons on the Impera jackets (it was literally impossible for me to find a high quality pics that shows the buttons well, I spent two days on it.)

And our girls are wearing batwings adorned with rhinestones, held in place with snap buttons. I talked about it in another post but the snaps can also be found on the boys' suits, which leads me to believe they were also supposed to get wings until quite late in production (rip wings, you would've been beautiful)

Last but not least, the Skeleta ghouls are truly for the alt bitches with their footwear as they are wearing custom painted chelsea platform boots from Doc. Martens.

Shoutout to whoever painted Dew's boot after his accident.

Aight, that's all for me. I will update y'all if I find any more info but in the meantime, feel free to share any question, comment or insult you might have! Love ya!

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For anyone curious of the contents within the Skeletour Program book currently available at rituals.

Fingers crossed they release them online so they become more widely accessible to others!!

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Can I plz request water Dew begging fire Ifrit to give him a clutch!! I think ur the ministry breeding person right? My bad if not 😂

I might as well be at this point.

They're both so stupid. Breeding and some pain at the very end but the good kind when you're a size queen in heat taking a big dick. Real ones know.

“You got something I want.” Dew informs Ifrit matter-of-factly. Ifrit doesn't reply. Mostly because he already knows what the little guy wants and Ifrit'll give it to him when he's good and ready. Right now he's enjoying the feeling of weightlessness, a warm pleasant feeling infusing his body as he holds the smoke in his lungs.

“Give it to me.” Dew insists and Ifrit manages to smirk. Lifts an impossibly heavy arm and puts a hand on the nape of Dew's neck to bring him in close and kiss the hit right into his own lungs. He feels his lithe body go limp instantly, a lazy moan slipping out as they kiss far past the pretense of shotgunning.

Life is good.

“That's not-” Dew gasps, when he finally pulls away. “That's not what I meant.”

“Are you pouting?” Ifrit asks in hazy disbelief before Dew’s pretty mouth turns into something decidedly more angry. In fact, Ifrit thinks as Dew raises a hand, he looks like he's about to-

Smack!

Yeah. That.

“You've been smoking too much.” Dew huffs, throwing a skinny thigh over Ifrit's torso and settling into his throne. The sun is hitting his silver hair just right, glinting off those new piercings Ifrit put in him months ago and just thinking about what's waiting for him underneath Dew’s sweatpants has his mouth watering.

“And you're drooling like a dog.” Dew continues, mildly disgusted.

“You're pretty.” Ifrit says honestly. Stretches out his hands and makes grabby motions towards Dew's chest. “Let Daddy play with the twins, huh?”

“You're not a daddy.” Dew mutters but leans forward anyway and allows Ifrit to get his big warm hands on his flat chest, sighing in pleasure and rocking his hips as Ifrit pinches and tugs at his nipples. “But I'm gonna make you one.”

Ifrit would normally ask about that because hello, anyone would but Dew picks precisely that moment to lean forward a little more and when Ifrit has a face full of tits, he goes a little stupid, no matter what size they are. He takes a deep breath and blows a messy raspberry right over Dew’s sternum. He's never one to turn down an opportunity to motorboat even when the waters are shallow. He's a champ like that.

“I hate you.” Dew says from somewhere above him and Ifrit manages to coordinate himself to smack Dew's bony ass and shove his thumbs under the waistband, digging his fingers into the concave of his hipbones. Guides Dew into an easy grind and his cock twitches in his own pants when he calls up his long held fantasy of Dew fucking his tits.

“Gonna show me how much you hate me?” Ifrit says, catching a piercing with his teeth and tugging it just to make Dew’s breath hitch. “Gonna be real mean to me baby?”

Instead of a retort, instead of any sharp jabs; what Ifrit gets is sweetness itself. Dew's cool hands cupping his cheeks and a soft mouth slotting against his own. Dew makes a soft, sighing moan as Ifrit’s jaw goes slack in surprise, letting him push his tongue in as he rocks their hips together in a slow, dirty dance. Satanas, he can feel how slick he is, even through the fabric. He can picture it too, that proud little cock jutting up from the nest of well groomed hair, the way his hole peeks through the small labia when he's got his legs spread. Maybe he's going to sit on Ifrit's face to shut him up and the thought gets his own cock twitching, already fat against his hip from just a little make out session with his favorite water devil.

(The only qualification to be his favorite is whoever he has in his lap at the moment. Just to keep it fair.)

“You want me to get you wet?” Ifrit pants, trying to slot his cock between Dew's labia through the layers of clothing, trying frot and fuck and hump because he can only handle so much buildup. “Sit on my face honey, I'll kiss you better there and-”

“Shut up.” Dew says kindly and Ifrit is at a loss for words. Maybe if the weed wasn't dulling his mind, he'd be able to say something to get the groove back. But the way Dew is looking at him now, calculated and cold as he leans away and starts to tug Ifrit's pants down, wrapping an elegant hand around his cock, well. No one could possibly blame him for forgetting how to think.

“You're gonna give me what I want.” Dew says softly and Ifrit knows the bastard is using his magic because there's no way his cock would be this hard this quickly after the amount he'd smoked. The arousal hits full force so fast it leaves him dizzy and stupid, panting out fragments of Dew's name as the little ghoul continues to tug at his cock, practically pulling him into a straining erection, milking the pre out of him with each tight pass over the shaft. “Can you guess what I want, Ifrit? I've given you a few hints…”

“Huh?” Ifrit says stupidly and Dew sighs in obvious disappointment.

“One more, then.” He mutters. More to himself than to Ifrit, whose entire thought process has been dumbed down to mindlessly bucking his hips, trying to entice Dew to stop tormenting him and ride already. Dew's already shuffling his pants down, that tantalizing happy trail begging to be licked.“Look at me, you big idiot.”

“Have been the whole…” Ifrit's indignation drops the same time Dew's glamour does and to be honest, the reveal isn't helping his higher thought process come back online. Perversely intimate, his skin going translucent to reveal his internal organs nestled safely inside. The beating of his heart, the flutter of his lungs. And lower, his empty bladder and the swollen shape of his womb behind it. He can just barely make out the soft oblong shapes resting inside.

“Oh.”

“Oh.” Dew echoes mockingly. The hand not stroking Ifrit's cock laces with Ifrit's own hand and brings it to rest on the flat plane of Dew's abdomen. When he pushes, Dew's guts shift around in a mesmerizing, miniscule dance under the pressure of his fingers. “They need you to help keep them warm. I'm too cold by myself to brood them.”

“Cause you're so little.” Ifrit says stupidly. Spreading his hand over the entirety of Dew's torso. He could make his thumbs touch if he put both hands on Dew's waist. But he doesn't want to hurt the eggs inside, no matter how much that thought makes his balls ache.

“You wanna see yourself go in?” Dew asks. His pants slip off and are discarded somewhere. Dew's little cock sits so precious and proud at the apex of his thighs and he wants his hips to kiss the top of it to Ifrit’s own broad head. “You're so warm…” He murmurs, already sounding cock-drunk.

“Yes.” Ifrit stammers helplessly, watching as Dew rubs the head of his cock between his labia. Even being a water ghoul, he's struggled with getting wet lately but with how much he can pull out of Ifrit, it doesn't seem to matter. It should be concerning, how much his tip is leaking, because it's far beyond the normal amount. Ridiculous.

“I want you to.” Dew breathes. Pauses so the head slots into his cunt perfectly and the rim can flutter around it in a diabolical kiss. Somehow If it gathers enough intelligence to get a few fingers on Dew's cock, petting it stupidly, clumsy. Still good though, if Dew's breath little sigh is anything to go by. “I’m gonna sit on it, take you in so deep and keep us both warm.”

And he starts to. Starts to slide down just enough so the head disappears inside, only to reappear as Dew takes him in further. He can see himself going deeper, inch by excruciating inch into that tight little body, almost painful but Dew seems deliriously pleased with the stretch of a thick cock in his cunt. Ifrit would feel guilty if the little slut didn't have a pattern of enjoying the brute force of an overwhelming fuck.

Never like this though. It's very clear who has all the power in the current situation and Ifrit feels like he's on the verge of a precipice, stomach swooping as Dew finally sits down, breathing heavily as a bead of sweat trickles down his neck. Ifrit's cock is pressed right to his cervix.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, mouth gone dry. Dew grinds down and gasps. His hands fly to Ifrit's shoulders and dig in.

“Yes!” He says, voice thin and reedy. “Oh fuck, it's so, I'm gonna-”

Ifrit takes him by the hips and lifts him off just enough. Dew throws his head back and gets a hand on his cock, frantically stroking as Ifrit pushes back in and he really must be rubbing a good spot raw because Dew's crying out, thin legs shaking and twitching, a lewd squelch sounding as Ifrit bottoms out.

“There we go,” he says, seeking and finding a new gush of wetness between Dew's legs. It's not much, but it's enough to make things easier and the slide better. “Ride it out, get yourself settled, there we go.”

He takes over touching Dew’s cock when his hand falls away, earning him a pained yelp of oversensitivity. He doesn't stop though. Just keeps rubbing and keeps Dew locked in place.

“Gonna keep you cummin’ on it just like that.” He says, burying his face into Dew’s neck. He smells so fucking good, how did Ifrit not clock his heat earlier? Weed, man; rots your brain, it really does.

“S’what you need, it’ll help me cum too. Don't you wanna help me cum? Get you pupped? Wasn't that your plan?”

Dew spasms in his arms, makes a wretched, choking noise. Deep inside, Ifrit's cock throbs.

“Get ready,” Ifrit groans mindlessly, hips bucking in short aborted thrusts. “It's coming.”