#Phantom/Dewdrop

[iamthecomet]

i will offer you my firstborn child for a new ghoul focused fic about him being praised about insecurities. i find comfort in my favs having the same issues as me, so the idea of him not really liking his body but being praised for it is just so good to me

I don’t know if this is exactly what you were looking for. But I blacked out and wrote 1k of Aeon/Dew angst/comfort. ♥ No smut (but it's implied). Just Aeon being insecure and Dew having none of it.

Aeon feels….wrong. The galaxy that is his existence shoved into this…the other called it a vessel. He thinks prison is a better word. They keep telling him he'll get used to it. Used to looking in the mirror and seeing…this. Whatever it is.

Dark skin splotched with swirling galaxies. Freckles like stars dotted over the pale spots. The brilliant white stripe of hair that keeps falling over his too dark eyes.

The horns and tail, at least, are familiar. Horns sharp and nearly iridescent. Shimmering black. His tail, dark as the night sky, curls around his forearm. The spade tapping against his ever rapid pulse. He fiddles with the waistband of his pants. Tightens the belt. He's always been small, but he feels his size so much more acutely here. He feels bigger--his personality dictates it. But next to Aether he looks like a kit.

The mechanical lock in the door hums. Clicks. It swings open to reveal Dew, shouldering it open as he stumbles through the small opening. Cheeks flushed, golden hair pulled back into a messy bun. Boots untied.

Dew looks up at Aeon as he closes the door--harder than necessary. Dew leans back against it, a little out of breath. His eyes glued to Aeon's body.

Aeon thinks about asking where he's been--what they all did after the show when they got together and Aeon retreated back to the room claiming an imaginary headache. But he doesn't think he actually wants to know. Doesn't really want to hear about whatever dive bar they found tonight. Or who Dew fucked in a sticky bathroom.

Dew reeks of cigarettes. Stale beer. Aeon crinkles his nose, drags his eyes away from the fire ghoul and back to the mirror. Meeting his own eyes. Still startled by himself. By the way the scars from the pit have translated onto this body.

Dew pushes away from the door and Aeon watches him move. Toe off his boots, shrug off his jacket. Dew has his t-shirt halfway off when he finally talks. Voice muffled by cotton.

"Checking yourself out, huh?"

Aeon winces. He could lie. Say yes. That would be the end of it. But he finds himself shaking his head before he can stop himself.

"I'm not--that doesn't look like me."

Dew tosses his t-shirt across the room when he finally gets it off. He blows hair out of his mouth. Meeting Aeon's eyes in the mirror. He moves closer, stalks is a better word for the way Dew walks. Aeon still isn't used to it. Being the singular focus of Dew's attention is still a little intense. Dew stops right behind him.

Close up the cigarette smell isn't as bad as Aeon thought. He can smell Dew underneath it. Cinnamon, woodsmoke, autumnal in a way that makes Aeon wish for fall. They're almost the same size. Aeon's a little bigger but he doesn't feel that way. He feels minuscule under the weight of Dew's gaze.

Dew catches his eye in the mirror, brow furrowing. "What were you expecting?"

It's a hard question, one Aeon almost chokes on. He doesn't know how to answer it. Taller maybe, broader, like Aether. Like other Quint ghouls even though he's always been little. Smooth, even skin. Lighter eyes. Something else--not this.

He doesn't answer, the words don't come. Dew reaches out. Traces overwarm fingers over one of the lighter patches of Aeon's skin. Thumb dragging over the galaxy of freckles, the endless array of colors.

"I don't know what you see when you look at yourself," Dew says slowly, like he's testing the waters. "But I think it's different than what I see when I look at you."

"Which is what?"

Dew huffs out a laugh, breath tickling Aeon's ear. Dew's hand slips lower, over his chest. "You're so fucking pretty."

Aeon's cheeks heat. He drags his eyes away from Dew's, looks down over the flat plane of his chest. Dews fingers ghosting over his collarbone. Feather light.

"You don't have to lie to me."

Dew goes rigid behind him. His fingers go still on Aeon's chest. The other hand snakes around his waist, presses flat to Aeon's stomach. An iron grip.

"Look at me."

Aeon raises his eyes to Dew's in the mirror.

"No," Dew snaps, "look at me."

He forces himself to turn his head, to look at Dew for real. Flesh and blood only inches from his face.

"Why the fuck do you think I'm lying to you?"

Aeon shrugs. "I…look at me..I'm not--"

"Shut up," Dew says, eye roll iminant. Aeon opens his mouth to protest but Dew keeps talking, cutting him off. Molten eyes fixed on his. Aeon had noticed before--but the center of Dew's eyes hints toward blue. Copper, oxidized. "You're exactly the way you're supposed to be. So fucking pretty I can't stand to look at you sometimes. Makes me insane."

"I--"

"I know how it feels to look in the mirror and not see yourself. But fuck Aeon, I don't know what you were expecting, but you're wrong. This is better than anything you were hoping for."

"Wrong? It's an opinion."

"Yeah. A wrong one. Looking at you is like looking at the sky on a clear night. You're the fucking milky way."

Aeon's words fail him. Protests dying on his tongue. Heart swelling. Something that feels like a sob threatening to break free in his chest. If Dew's lying--he's damn good at it. Aeon sees nothing in that angular face but devotion. It's overwhelming, he could drown in it. Maybe he wants to.

Dew tips his head forward, leans his forehead against Aeon's. Horns bumping. Breath mingling.

"Come to bed," Dew whispers, "I'll show you how much I mean it." Aeon's body is filled with light. Warmth. Static. He thinks he should nod, should let himself be led away, worshipped the way Dew's eyes are promising. He reaches up instead, drags his fingers over the sharp line of Dew's cheekbone. Dew leans into his touch, eyes fluttering closed.

"You want me," Aeon whispers, an impossibility. Dew nods, nuzzling against his hand.

"Yeah, dumbass, I do."

[euclidghoul]

you’ve got my body (flesh and bone)

CHAPTER ONE OF ONE

Pairing: Phantom/Dewdrop

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3215

Dewdrop has a thing for quintessence ghouls. Phantom knows it.

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[bonncy]

photocards of the demon cats

[indigo-abyss]

~All of my Ghost ballpoint pen drawings so far, thinking of doing Secondo next~

[zhenniaoo]

N. NO… NO ONE…… TOLD ME THERE WOULD BE PUPPIES>…… /

[p1nkcanoe]

[genderlessghoul]

I've been wanting to do this post for a while now so here is EVERYTHING I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT THE GHOULS' IMPERA COSTUMES.

Buckle up because I have a LOT to say about those, this is gonna be a very long one.

The costumes were designed by B Åkerlund, a Swedish costume designer who's worked with Ghost since at least Meliora (that's as far back as I was willing to scroll on her Instagram page lol). B Åkerlund has also worked for many other musical artists such as Lady Gaga, Beyoncé, Madonna, the Rolling Stones, Ozzy Osborne, Blink 182 and Hollywood Undead (information from her own website)

The masks were made by Bob Basset, a visual artists who works a lot with leather. I find his work fascinating, you can look him up on Instagram (nsfw warning, there's a few naked ladies).

Fun fact! The horns are real cow horns. That's the reason some of them have gold tips, to hide the imperfections that come with working with actual horns.

He does have a shop where he sells his items, there's a mask there very similar to the Impera ones. You can also buy Papa's batwings if you happen to have 2500$ lying around!

The jackets are made on the same model as one of Papa's. The back is decorated with a spine-like design made from leather and cording. It's adorned with a few of our classic Impera buttons. Some of the hems were left raw and some deliberate weathering was done to make it look old and worn.

Fun fact! The shoulder pieces are not sewn into the garment, I would assume for easier cleaning. I don't know if they're held by strong magnets or snap buttons.

The vest (my beloved 😩) is made from flocked velvet in a paisley pattern, the front hems embellished with satin piping. It closes in the front with custom metal clasps that are riveted into the garment. The D parts are attached with what seems to me like wide elastic, which would lessen the pression on the clasps when moving around a lot. The back is made from two different types of fabric, I'd have to touch it to be able to tell you what they are. I assume the panels closer to the sides have some mild stretch to them. The top of the shoulders are decorated with Impera grucifix patches.

The shirts were not custom made for the ghouls, altho they were altered. The original shirt in the vintage painter linen shirt from Punk Rave and it is still being sold. Some of the cuffs were altered, removing the ruffles for some of the ghouls, but not all. They were removed for Dew, Mountain and Phantom, Aether's didn't have them either. As far as I can tell, all the ghoulettes still have them.

An unfinished piece of linen serves as an ascot, that piece is decorated with a metal devil skull. The colour of the skull doesn't appear to be consistent between each ghoul, Dew's looks gold almost bronze while Phantom's is a silver-like colour.

Another modification is the buttons, a small portion of them were removed in favor of our Impera buttons. Some of the ghouls have more buttons replaced than others, which is still a mystery to me.

The pants are called Jodhpurs, they were invented in the 1800s as horse riding pants. The wide part at the hips and thighs allowing for better movement. The ones the ghouls wear don't reach all the way to their ankles, they stop a bit past the calf muscle, hidden by the boots. (Yes, the ghouls are effectively wearing capri pants)

The boots are motorcycle riding boots, decorated by a grucifix. Like the shirt, they can still be bought online through the All American Boots website, altho the price tag is... Headache inducing to say the least.

The cape is a piece of costume that was only briefly worn on stage by the ghouls, Aurora being the only one who still wears one. I would assume it gets in the way of playing very easily. The cape itself is made of two fabrics, a light blue satin and a dark grey suede. The two pieces are not sewn together at the bottom, they move freely from each other. The cape is attached on the left shoulder with a harness piece that has one strap across the chest, decorated with a metal buckle, and one under the armpit.

Aight that's it for me, have a nice day byyyyye!!

[xruiiii-blog]

✨Them✨

[saintmisu]

this has been rotting in my wips but anyways my take on the ghouls please accept it hehe

[owlghuleh]

Ghoul flirting 101:

Bending backwards for their lover

[iamthecomet]

Comet! If you're still doing the ask challenge, could i suggest number 18 with the ultimate minute man duo, Dew/Aeon?

18. "Don't you dare fuckin' come, because if you do I'll come too." Aeon's disappointed in himself. He should be able to last, should be able to be good, be better. But fuck Dew is tight. He digs his fingers into Dew's boney hips and stops moving as soon as he's hilted. Running his thumbs over Dew's back. Trying to feign ease. Like he's fine. He's just giving Dew time to adjust. As if Dew needs it. Dew's still touching himself. Hand snaked between his legs, working feverishly at his cock. Hips twitching into his own fist. Clenching and slipping on Aeon's cock in a way that is not helping his current situation. "Dew, hang on a second," Dew ignores him. Typical. He turns his head to look back at Aeon but his hand never stops. His eyes are lidded, jaw slack. Working at himself like it's a race--and Aeon is going to fucking lose. "Too close," Dew finally pants out. "Fuck you feel good." Aeon grips Dew's hips a little harder, tries to pin their hips together to quiet Dew's little movements. To try to get a better grip on the pleasure ballooning in his gut. He's so close to the edge and he hasn't even really fucked Dew yet. Not a single trust. Just the hot clutch of his body is enough. Aeon's cheeks burn red. He wants to beg. He isn't even sure who he's begging. Dew to give him a break? Satan himself to give him some stamina? Aeon hasn't been in control of this situation at any point, but he's grappling for it now. For a foothold. For a way to stave off his rapidly approaching orgasm so that he can actually enjoy the silky feeling of Dew's body. He digs his fingers into Dew's hips until it must hurt, until he knows Dew will walk away bruised. Dew's startled yelp dissolves into a moan, and Aeon is floundering. "Don't you dare fuckin' cum," Aeon pleads. All thoughts or ordering Dew around gone, he is begging now. "Because if you do I'll cum too, and I want--" "Fuck," Dew groans, cutting him off. "You can't just say things like that." "Wanna fuck you," Aeon continues like Dew didn't speak, words falling from his mouth unbidden now. Pleas for mercy he knows will go unheeded. "Please let me, please don't do this to me. Fuck." There's nothing he can do about it. Dew goes rigid beneath him in a matter of seconds. Groaning as he cums all over his hand and the bedsheets below. Clenching hard around Aeon as he does. Squeezing him from root to tip. Aeon digs his teeth into his cheek until he tastes blood but it doesn't help. it's all too much, to good. He's gone. Pulling back and then shoving himself as deep as he can go, one thrust and it's all over. Spilling hotly into Dew's body with a wounded noise. Dew pulls away. Flopping bonelessly onto the hotel mattress and grinning up at him. Aeon feels like he might cry, body exhausted, satisfied but not enough. Dew reaches for him and he allows himself to be pulled down, to have his head wedged between Dew's neck and shoulder. "Give me a few minutes," Aeon whispers sleepily against Dew's skin, "We're trying again."

[wolves333]

Ifrit♥️

cr:@stupefyslytherin(Tik Tok)

Them Ifritties!!👁️👄👁️

The unholiest urge to squish those honkers!

[pix3l8ed]

MOREEEE 👹👹

[bonncy]

The cats playground

Sorry, it's my headcanon, they're like cats... demon-cats, nothing more to say, bye

[smoke-and-silver]

Thinking about little silly inhuman traits of all of the ghouls.

Swiss has an uneven gait when he walks, like he doesn't quite know how to carry his own bones. Think Hector's walk in Coco.

Aurora idly kneading/clawing at things without realizing like a big lion.

Cirrus just doesn't blink like 80% of the time. The most unnerving stare out of all of them. This is not a trait of ALL ghouls--just her.

Mountain rubs things with his horns how deer rub their antlers on trees. It's such a habit that he does it even when glamoured/in human disguise, and you'll see him rubbing against doorframes and such just out of habit.

Cumulus moving her head and piercing eyes in the gyroscopic way that birds of prey do when she forgets to mimic human movement.

Rain doesn't shiver or pant or sweat. Blizzard or sweltering heat, he seems totally unaffected by the ambient temperature.

Phantom true to his name is just silent when he moves. No footsteps or anything. Has an unnerving way of being totally still when he's idle; no shifting or fidgeting like most ghouls or humans.

Dewdrop sometimes moves so quickly and smoothly you don't even see him move. You call his name and suddenly he is looking at you, and you didn't even see his head turn.

[crooked-hourglass]

The Nameless Ghouls and Ghoulettes - Halloween 2023

Thought I'd bring them all together :)

{Halloween 2023 Series | More Artwork | Socials and Prints}