#Tempest Ghoul

[m0nochromat1c]

I really need to post more and not just art spam my traditional posts whenever my hyperfixtations change durastically

Anyway so Ghost happened, found out about it, absolutely lost my mind, these fucks happened :D!

[tanukibby]

Oftentimes, kits are picked up by the scruffs of their necks. It doesn't hurt them, they actually have a little more skin there for that purpose.

The caretakers don't pick them up like this very often, but when they do it's usually because they were misbehaving or becoming very loud and disruptive.

Tempest (because I love her) is one of those kits that are often disruptive. She has a lot of big feelings for such a small creature and demands to be heard. That or she just doesn't know how to express such big feelings

In a pinch, Omega would pluck her up by the scruff of her neck and stuff her into his pouch for time out until she calmed herself down. It's the most manageable way to deal with the problem in the moment when he just doesn't have the time.

Of course, when they eventually get the time, they sit her down and try to teach her better ways to express herself so her outbursts would be minimized.

She has bit before, left a scar on Omega's hand. It was her first outburst after being adopted. Poor thing just wanted his attention. She immediately cried afterward because she was scared that Omega would leave her.

It was a very difficult day for them, but she has gotten significantly better since then.

[nocturnalghoul]

Hold Your Heart Like Waves

After so many months I am finally done with "Swiss Gill Fic" as I have been teasing it! It was supposed to be a quick 3k max idea but then became so much more. If you saw where I said I planned to release this on the summer solstice no you didn't

Thanks to @askingforthesun for letting me yell about it at every stage of the way and bouncing the original idea that inspired it back and forth with me.

Summary: A plethora of reasons buzz through his mind, thoughts of wanting to feel closer to the water ghoul, to understand this important part of him, the idea of being able to show him just how much he really means to him, that he is worth it. So many words and so many ways to tell Rain exactly how deep his love runs. A desire to find a way to say outloud the way that loving him and being loved in return leaves a river of bliss running through his veins. Finally he compresses these thoughts and settles on “Your gills are an integral part of you, and my love for you is an integral part of me. It just felt right.”

Swisstopher being so far gone on Rain that he is a stupid impatient idiot in an attempt to make his water ghoul happy.

Words: 8.8k

Rating: M (anything sexual is really only implied but better safe than sorry)

The first chapter is fluffy, the second one is more hurt/comfort. I purposefully made it so that you can stop after the first chapter if you don't want the hurt/comfort part

Read on AO3 here :D

[golden-rats]

Fuck it

More ghoul oc art

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Dauthi Ghoul

Artist: Tom Kyffin TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[brindashard45]

Day of the Hiatus: Tempest “Tempestia Storms” Shard

[new update on Tempest’s design is the battle scars, making her looked a little bit older than Ghoul, but younger than him by ages]

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Do not steal or repost without my permission!!!

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@dooniicheezii

[gbhbl]

EP Review: Wax on Water - Ghouls & Fiends and In-Betweens… (Howling Tempest Records / The Orchard)

Having some fun with the season, Wax on Water’s unique style is used to craft a tongue in cheek horror EP. One with playful tunes, lamentable moments and plenty of rock and roll groove. All wrapped up in a dark tone.

Wax on Water are Maya Damaris and Steven Blessing – an alternative rock duo from London, who draw inspiration from a range of genres. Fusing elements from electronica, metal, grunge, goth and industrial music. Their new five-track EP ‘Ghouls & Fiends and In-Betweens…’ will be released on the 14th of October 2022 through Howling Tempest Records / The Orchard. Having some fun with the season, Wax…

[ghoulettalie]

Parts 1, 2, 3, — 5

Ghoul/Ghoulette name ideas!(Pt.4)

Some I've coloured for water, fire, earth, air ghouls. Names left white are uncategorised.

I'm running out of ideas help.

Noir

Echo

Vixen

Phoenix

Tempest

Karma

Cleo

Aura

Fierce

Violet/Violent

Flower

Jumpy

Castle

Alien

[littlerainyghoul]

Mountain of Comfort

Caregiver Mountain and Regressed Dewdrop

For @jimothybarnes

After a particularly gruelling day at work, Dewdrop felt the familiar, overwhelming sensation that signalled the onset of regression. It started as a prickling at the back of the mind, a creeping urge to retreat into the comforting simplicity of a childlike state. Dewdrop knew there was only one place to find solace: with his ghoul pack.

However, with many of them still keeping themselves busy with work and other obligations, Dewdrop's mind raced as he considered his options. Most of the ghouls were either occupied or out on errands. He felt a pang of loneliness, his thoughts swirling into a tempest of anxiety. Just as he was about to succumb to despair, he remembered Mountain. Mountain, with his boundless patience and gentle strength, always had a way of making Dewdrop feel safe.

Mountain was not just a name; he was a personification of tranquillity and strength. Standing at six feet tall with a sturdy build, his presence was as reassuring as the great peaks he was named after. His hair was a cascade of silver, and his eyes held the wisdom of ages. He had a gift for nurturing, an innate ability to calm the storm inside Dewdrop.

The door to Mountain’s cosy cabin was slightly ajar, as it always was for Dewdrop. Stepping inside, Dewdrop immediately felt the warmth of the place, a stark contrast to the chill outside. The cabin was filled with the scent of pine and herbs, and the gentle crackle of the fireplace added a soothing soundtrack to the serene setting.

“Dewdrop,” Mountain greeted, his voice a deep, rumbling comfort. He moved from the kitchen area where he was brewing a pot of tea. “Rough day, huh?”

Dewdrop nodded, unable to find the words. Instead, he moved towards Mountain, feeling small and vulnerable. Mountain understood immediately. He set down the teapot and enveloped Dewdrop in a hug, wrapping his strong arms around him. Dewdrop melted into the embrace, the tension starting to dissolve.

“It’s okay, little one,” Mountain murmured. “You’re safe here.”

He guided Dewdrop to the couch, a large, overstuffed piece of furniture adorned with soft blankets and pillows. Dewdrop nestled into the corner, pulling a plush blanket over himself. Mountain busied himself with the tea, choosing a blend he knew Dewdrop loved—chamomile with a hint of lavender, perfect for soothing frayed nerves.

As the tea steeped, Mountain returned to the couch, sitting beside Dewdrop. He wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. Dewdrop laid his head on Mountain’s chest, listening to the steady heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. It was a grounding sensation, one that helped him settle into the present moment.

“Would you like to talk about it?” Mountain asked gently.

Dewdrop shook his head. Words felt too big, too complicated. He just wanted to be held, to feel the steady reassurance of Mountain’s presence. Mountain didn’t press further. He understood that sometimes, silence was the best medicine.

After a few minutes, the tea was ready. Mountain poured two cups, handing one to Dewdrop. The warmth of the cup seeped into his hands, and the fragrant steam enveloped him in a comforting embrace. He took a tentative sip, the familiar flavors bringing a sense of calm.

“Thank you,” Dewdrop tried to whisper, but his voice caught in his throat. Panic flickered across his face as he realized he was having a verbal shutdown. He tried again, but no sound came out. His hands started to tremble, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Mountain immediately noticed the change. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he soothed, his voice calm and reassuring. He gently cupped Dewdrop’s face, guiding his eyes to meet his own. “You don’t need to speak. Just breathe with me, alright?”

Dewdrop nodded, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. Mountain placed a hand on Dewdrop’s chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall. He began to breathe slowly and deeply, exaggerating the movements so Dewdrop could mimic them.

“In and out,” Mountain instructed softly. “Just like that. In and out.”

Dewdrop focused on Mountain’s breathing, matching his rhythm. Gradually, his breaths became slower, deeper. The tightness in his chest started to ease, and the tears stopped flowing. Mountain kept his hand steady on Dewdrop’s chest, his presence a grounding force.

“There you go,” Mountain murmured, his voice a low, comforting rumble. “You’re doing great.”

Dewdrop managed a shaky smile, the panic ebbing away. He felt exhausted, the emotional turmoil of the day finally catching up to him. Mountain could see the fatigue in his eyes and gently adjusted their position so Dewdrop could lie down on the couch, his head resting in Mountain’s lap.

“You’re safe here, Dewdrop,” Mountain said, continuing to stroke his hair. “You don’t have to say anything. Just rest.”

Dewdrop closed his eyes, focusing on the steady rhythm of Mountain’s touch and the warmth radiating from his body. The verbal shutdown had shaken him, but Mountain’s presence was like a lifeline, pulling him back from the brink of despair.

Mountain kept his movements slow and soothing, knowing that even the slightest disturbance could unsettle Dewdrop. He hummed a soft melody, a tune he knew calmed Dewdrop during moments like these. The sound was low and steady, a gentle lullaby that filled the room with tranquility.

As Dewdrop’s breathing evened out, Mountain felt a wave of tenderness wash over him. He understood the depth of Dewdrop’s struggle and the courage it took to seek comfort and support. He was honored to be the one Dewdrop turned to, to be the rock in the storm.

The fire continued to crackle softly, casting a warm glow that danced on the walls. The scent of chamomile and lavender still hung in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the firewood. It was a setting designed for comfort, a haven where Dewdrop could let go and simply be.

Mountain watched as Dewdrop’s features relaxed, the lines of worry smoothing out. He leaned back slightly, careful not to disturb the peaceful moment. His own heart swelled with a quiet joy, knowing he could provide the sanctuary Dewdrop needed.

The night deepened, the world outside growing quieter. Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was one of complete serenity. Dewdrop, enveloped in the warmth and security of Mountain’s care, slipped into a deep, restful sleep.

Mountain continued to hum softly, his fingers threading gently through Dewdrop’s hair. He knew that when morning came, the challenges of the world would still be there. But for now, in this quiet moment, there was only peace.

And so, under the watchful eye of his caregiver, Dewdrop slept soundly, his dreams undisturbed. The simple act of being together, sharing the comfort of touch and presence, had brought him back from the edge. In the embrace of his friend and protector, Dewdrop found the solace he needed. And in that moment, all was right with the world.

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Mountain continued to watch over the little ghoul, a soft smile playing on his lips. He knew Dewdrop would need his support even in sleep, so he kept his presence strong and steady, a silent guardian through the night.

Dewdrop stirred slightly, snuggling deeper into the warmth of Mountain's lap. Mountain gently adjusted the blanket around him, ensuring he remained cosy. The fire’s glow flickered gently, casting comforting shadows across the room.

As the night wore on, Mountain’s thoughts drifted. He thought about the journey that had brought Dewdrop to this point, the struggles he faced, and the resilience he showed. Dewdrop was strong in his own way, and Mountain felt a deep sense of pride and love for his little one.

The night was long, but the tranquility within the cabin made time seem irrelevant. Mountain’s soft humming continued, a soothing backdrop to the serenity that enveloped them both. His fingers never ceased their gentle motions through Dewdrop’s hair, a constant reminder of his unwavering presence.

Morning light eventually began to filter through the windows, casting a gentle glow over the room. Dewdrop’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at Mountain with a sleepy but content smile.

“Morning, little one,” Mountain greeted softly. “How are you feeling?”

Dewdrop stretched slightly, the remnants of sleep still clinging to him. “Better,” he whispered, his voice hoarse but steady. “Thank you, Mountain.”

“You’re always welcome here, Dewdrop,” Mountain replied, his voice filled with warmth. “Remember, you don’t have to face things alone. I’m always here for you.”

Dewdrop nodded, a wave of gratitude washing over him. He felt a renewed sense of strength, knowing that Mountain’s unwavering support was always there to catch him when he fell. The challenges of the day before seemed distant, overshadowed by the comfort and security he had found in Mountain’s care.

[help-an-alter]

Idk how to do this but I'm a new alter who doesn't know much of anything about myself, so I'll just say what I do know.

I don't have much connection to gender but I think I'm more masc leaning. I'd say probably emo aesthetic (I'll link an outfit). I'm usually the most heavily dissociated. I like tokyo ghoul. It/xe pronouns sound good in theory but I'd love more ideas, and help with names or anything else.

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hey anon, hope this helps!

NAMES: bastian, carlisle, clark(e), darcy, eddie, knight, poe, sebastian, seth, sterling, cody, crimson, damien, salem, spencer, vincent, victor, percy, dorian, melvin, tempest, wolf/wolfgang, valerian, neo, eerie, midnight, jett, onyx, vaughn, ken, shu(u), naga, rize/rise, rhys, nico, zim, morgan, azazel, lucifer, astaroth, alastair, alastor

PRONOUNS: bone/bones/boneself, si/silent/silentself, ghoul/ghouls/ghoulself, vam/vamps/vampself, bat/bats/batself, gho/ghos/ghostself, haunt/haunts/hauntself, sal/sals/salself, no/non/nonself, creep/creeps/creepyself, nyct/nycto/nyctoself, tox/toxic/toxicself, sin/sins/sinself, reap/reaper/reaperself, rot/rots/rotself, sae/saer/saerself, ae/aer/aerself

COMFORT: alternative music, writing songs or learning to play an instrument, art, journaling, crime-based TV (ie. lucifer), cosplaying as characters you like

[omnicviolence]

hrm..,. you keep sending me back here luv

rain ghoul ids.,.,? and or mountain ids ? staring w large eyes .

pees in ur tea hehe okay :3

Rain Ghoul (Ghost) ID pack under the cut!

boy why u so gnarpy

　◞◟　NAMES　✦

Misty, Fog, Cloud, Coraline, Skye, Anemone, Aureole, Breeze, Brooke, Creek, Lake, Puddle, Pond, Scirocco*, Tempest, Talia**, Azure, Marina, Shiver, Pacific, Sunlight, Twilight, Midnight, Abyss, Hadal

*italian, **russian

　◞◟　PRONOUNS　✦

Drop/Let, Drip/Drop, Drip/Drips, Drop/Drops, Sea/Sear, Wave/Waves, Water/Waters, Wade/Wades, Drizzle/Drizzles, Foam/Foams, Reef/Reefs, Fin/Fins, Tide/Tides

　◞◟　TITLES　✦

The Swimmer, The Underwater Ghoul, The Saltwater/Freshwater Ghoul, The Ghoul Of The Moon, [Prn] Who Swims, [Prn] Who Is Underwater, [Prn] Who Is Curious, [Prn] Of Unseen Depths, [Prn] Who Hides Beneath The Waves, [Prn]’s Innocence

　◞◟　IDs　✦

Seaic , Shelsonatic , Oceanusolic , Waterelementic , Seadraconic , Ocean-Demonic , Oceanbodiment , Genderocean , Seaflooric , Maristrocen , Bubblegender , Sirekenic , Creautrelle , Marizonefluid

[loquaciousquark]

4-Sided Dive Highlights - Critical Role C3 up to E35 (Oct. 4, 2022)

Good evening, spooks and ghouls! It's a Halloween edition of 4-Frighted-Dive, and Matthew, Marisha, Laura, and most excellently Travis bring us into the season in the very dramatic costumes promised by the cast last episode. Travis wins host for the first time and his plastic fangs make him almost entirely unintelligible. There's an enormous coffin set up at the front of the heavily decorated Halloween set, and while pondering whether we should celebrate Halloween without her, we all ask What Would Laudna Do? Pate arrives at the set door with a delivery: a letter read by Travis in a cockney accent telling them to go on and do the show.

What the Fuck Is Up With That? The Otohan fight was complicated by unexpectedly struggling with the gate/crawler and accidentally getting Otohan's attention. When Laudna went spiderclimbing up the wall, she was not at all anticipating finding Otohan right on the balcony at the top. They all agree the darkness was clutch. I'm so distracted by how Matt's head barely pokes out of his robot box.

The attacking force was not actually intended to break into the fort, just to be a distraction.

If BH had managed to escape more quickly & cleanly, it wouldn't have been a fight at all. (There would have been a bounty on the unknown perpetrators, though.) The slow and cumbersome exit, the getting of her attention, and the leap to combat all triggered her deciding to directly intervene.

Matt thinks the infiltration on the first half was done really well. Getting Treshi was very smooth and the crates were a great idea.

Everyone speculates on if they could make a dunamantic fig tree. Matt has no idea what would happen if they tried to graft Possibility into a tree.

Travis says the Secret Word (Tempest) and must draw from the recently reassembled Tower of Inquiry. #41: How do cast members sent out of a scene avoid seeing spoilers on Twitter? They actively avoid social media! Episodes are still pre-taped, so they know when to avoid episodes & remind each other not to watch protected moments from the show. Great question!

Travis thinks Otohan knows who Imogen's mom is. Laura has deliberately not tried to cast Sending on her mom. Everyone does think she is alive; that Imogen has a memory of her being alive when she was about a year old & other people saw her twelve years ago when she'd originally been told she died in childbirth--surely she must still be around. Everyone wonders how Imogen's explosion managed to spare her friends yet destroy buildings. Did they go to the moon briefly? Matt descends turtle-like into his robot shell to avoid answering.

Marisha watched the last episode by herself. ;-; It was very weird.

Everyone peppers Matt with questions about the moon. "Answer, Robot!" Matt: "I'm thirsty." Marisha VERY clumsily tips a water bottle to his mouth and just about waterboards him. Her raptor hand gloves are too big, oh no!

When Orym, Laudna, Chetney, and Fearne all went down, everyone was convinced that was it--total party TPK. Travis is always looking at Matt's fidget energy when stuff goes down, trying to read his face for lifelines and hints, and he noted that Matt was unusually stoic and calm. Matt knew Otohan was powerful and important; he needed to honor that. When he built the encounter, he did build in escape routes, including the idea of a hostage held to draw the others back. The group did a huge chunk of damage to her and a lot of her resources were tapped by the end of the fight; she did have a damage threshold where she'd leave, and they were close to that. They all wanted to run but couldn't get away. The moment she did the 80-foot jump really scared them all. The fight reminded Travis of the Chroma Conclave attack in C1 where a 19 missed and took their breath away.

Laura says it scarily reminded them so much of Molly in C2--the villain was way beyond their means and the smart move was to get away. They just couldn't execute it cleanly. Matt suggests the conversation could have continued, but the party choices were too scattered: run, hide, fight, talk.

Otohan was more interested in information rather than murder at the start, but when she recognized Imogen & realized her personal connection to the party, she wanted to push Imogen instead & was willing to be ruthless in the process.

Travis loved the brush with total hopelessness. For as large as their party is, it's very rare to do the "advanced chess" and see no way out. They don't get to experience that risk of TPK often.

Matt has to constantly adjust encounters to keep them from becoming a slog while still making them hard. He thinks the party is really smart & have found ways to decimate encounters he'd thought would be hard in the past, and he knows this party likes the challenge and the risk of real danger, so he built this to be very challenging. Marisha says everyone at the table was completely okay with the way everything went down at the table. This is still a safe space for them as players and they are okay with the possibility of loss.

They all had a stairstep of expected outcomes in the following episode, starting with Laudna's die roll. Travis looked over to see the natural 1 and literally couldn't believe it. She has so many ways to get back up, but the Ruidus die refused to cooperate. Travis lauds Matt for the choice of Otohan striking an unconscious Laudna rather than moving on; it was realistic and terrifying.

They had planned for the possibility of everyone getting back up: Laudna rolling well, FCG bringing back Fearne to bring back Orym. Then Laudna rolled a 1 and FCG barely scraped the DC for Fearne coming back, and everything got a lot dicier.

The trouble with the death spiral is that when people start going down, people have to spend their turns bringing back other people rather than attacking. With this many healers & revivifiers in the party, Matt has to really push threat to make encounters hard.

Marisha had a bad feeling the entire break between the episodes. She did not think Laudna was going to make it out. She whispered to Travis at one point that they should rez Orym. The moment Ashley flipped the Changebringer coin and told Laudna they'd find a way to bring her back, it was like a punch in the gut and fatalistically accepting at the same time.

Laura, on the other hand, had convinced herself Marisha would roll her way out of it, so her failing was totally devastating. She was convinced they'd be able to persuade Delilah to heal Laudna through the rock. Matt acknowledges that they didn't expect Delilah to be so powerless.

Travis thinks Delilah was trying to take over Laudna's body, which is what Gentle Repose interrupted. Matt refuses to answer.

If resurrection magic were readily available, death would be meaningless. Matt relegates it to powerful casters, heroes, and noble classes that can afford it.

Everyone agrees it must have been so painful for Orym to ask Keyleth to heal Laudna when he knows she couldn't save his husband. Matt reminds us she tried to rez Will but couldn't.

Marisha keeps imagining VM burying Delilah in an iron box & throwing it in the ocean, just for BH to somehow recover it and open it right back up.

Matt knew with this campaign's characters' histories that there was a higher risk of crossing over with VM, and he was nervous about doing it justice while still avoiding the Essek free-taxi situation. More than that, he NEVER expected Keyleth to show up as a means of taking the whole party to Whitestone. Matt tells us Pike is likely in Whitestone too, possibly Grog. Marisha is so excited to see Matt talk to himself as all their old characters for an hour. Matt is STOKED to be able to revisit old PCs down the line--he's always wanted to explore this idea but has never had groups persist long enough in the same world.

Everyone got incredibly emotional seeing Keyleth & Whitestone.

Favorite scary movies? Laura: The Descent (we just watched this in movie night!). Marisha: Amityville Horror. Matt: Hereditary or the original Poltergeist. Travis: The Exorcist & The Thing, which he watched in increments because they were too scary to watch all at once. He also hilariously apparently bailed out of a theater during Jurassic Park & Neverending Story, haha! A concession stand worker gave him pity Reese's Pieces, bless his heart. Laura bailed once out of her grandma trying to show her Poltergeist when she was like six. Matt bailed out of the Ghostbusters. Marisha has never left a theater. Me either, Marisha! I paid for this ticket, I'm seeing the show.

I've hit that block limit again! Come on, tumblr.

Tower of Inquiry, Redux: minor character superpowers. Imogen never has to change a lightbulb. Chetney has super strong fingernails and doesn't need tools. Laudna wilts flowers when she walks by and would probably be a good crash test dummy. Eshteross always bakes the perfect cookies. Marisha is directed to pull from the tower with her enormous raptor gloves, which she does with tremendous aplomb. Who in TV and film would complement your character well? Chetney + Bilbo Baggins. Laudna + John Constantine (Matt suggests Elvira). Imogen + Jean Grey/Scarlet Witch.

Deep Dive! Matt can't reach his tumbler with both hands and it's honestly just sending me. He's loved introducing C2 elements into this campaign; he's been thinking about threads from the start of C2 and even into C1 that he's now able to bring into the world.

Marisha: What is it like to see Keyleth back without being at the table? It's like going into a fugue state. She thought Matt did a great job mimicking her more staccato mannerisms. "It was cute. It was good! Now do Vex." Matt descends again into his box.

Travis didn't recognize either name Matt dropped during the white out: Diana & Frenella Deanna and Frudell, I guessed VERY wrong on those names, sorry! He's going to see if he can meditate and ring a bell. Imogen might deep dive into him herself if he wants.

Laura struggled with the gnarlrock situation & Laudna. She would have kept the rock on her if they hadn't needed to move the body. She was going to leave it at Joe's then didn't; she was going to throw it off the airship then didn't. The draw of power the first rock gave her is such a background thought now with everything else.

Matt has the same conversation with every player about what happens when a character dies. His purpose is to have the players enjoying the game, and if a character dies prematurely, he is willing to open avenues for the party to pursue to bring them back. He also offers the chance to make a completely new character, a new character with strong ties to the old to continue the story, etc.

"With Taliesin, I asked him that question, and he said, 'No, Molly's not coming back. I intentionally made Molly as a character that if he died, he's not coming back, he's gone.' [...]He said, 'No, I'm going to start working on my new character,' and that's where Caduceus came from. And that's an example of character death being a very harrowing but important shift in story tone and character bonding & intense buy-in into a narrative. And then out of that, a great character like Caduceus that no one realized how badly the Mighty Nein needed him until he was there."

When Matt asked the current three what they wanted right after the Otohan fight, Ashley & Liam both started talking to him about their next characters (Liam sent a whole email of his secondary character right away), but Marisha didn't. Marisha wants to pursue Laudna's story but isn't necessarily invested in her coming back exactly the same. She's interested in what Pandora's box they're about to open in Whitestone and expects there will be consequences. Matt is excited to give her new character choices.

The art team asked for Marisha's backup to get character art going and she said no. She'll sit out as long as she needs to and will not play another character in the meantime.

"That shit's fucked up" that Laudna is being brought back to Whitestone to get resurrected. She has no idea how this will go.

Chetney is a sleuth because Travis played an idiot for his first character. He's learned so much from watching the rest of the table play over seven years. The detection of Yu happened because he was watching a spy show where assassins are texted a picture of the target, and he realized while on a treadmill: "Oh!" Calamity wrecked Travis in a beautiful way; he watched everyone else scheming and wanted to be part of that.

Matt laughed that this little trinket Fearne has been carrying for years as part of her backstory was immediately smashed by Ashton.

Imogen does not feel like a superhero; she feels dangerous and guilty. Marisha lauds Laura's roleplaying in the aftermath. Laura suggests that Imogen IS the moon.

Tower of Inquiry, Re-redux! Before the campaign, everyone shared classes & affirmed they didn't want to be as secretive as C2. Marisha & Laura both wanted to be sorcerers, so they paired up. Fearne & Orym were linked from ExU & Ashton & FCG matched up naturally. Laura's original character had Feywild & hag connections and changed it to not overlap with Fearne. Travis originally had someone else drafted but wanted to get away from the buttoned-up captaincy of Fjord.

Oh NO, hahahah! Travis goes to pull a block and someone in a black cloak and long claws creeps up on him behind to alarm him. It's hilarious and yet he manages to avoid toppling the tower.

Where did your character's names come from? Chutney is not Chetney; Pock O'Pea is a sound Ronin was making when he first started talking, adorable! Marisha had a long list of possible names for Laudna and liked the reference to laudanum; she wanted something weird and hazy that messes with your head. Travis is still on guard after the scare, poor thing. Laura just likes the name Imogen; she wanted something soft and flowy.

Five Nights at Freddy's in the OCULUS??? They want to kill this man, don't they? He dies immediately on the first night before the announcement even finishes. I will say that Laura's response to going second makes Travis look positively stoic. The editors also keep editing in a picture of Sam flickering in the shadows, and it's hilarious. Marisha accidentally picks the sequel to play and dies on night 2 IMMEDIATELY. Matt picks Dark Rooms, the sequel where you're in a house & have to play Red Light, Green Light with a monster coming towards you down the hall & by far handles the game the best. Travis gives a couple tries to the Vent Repair game and gets three of four lights on before being stymied by Simon Says. Good for him! The episode ends with the crew trick or treating and TPing the set. Adorable.

Great episode! Is it Thursday yet?

[tanukibby]

Flurries don't really understand how tiny they are. They think everything is just big, except pouch space.

They want it all to themselves because they are greedy little shits. They soon grow lonely without a nest mate and go out to find another flurry to drag into the pouch .

The squeaking and squawking would be so cute if they didn't do this EVERY. DAY. It is kind of funny to watch them kick each other out of the way just to be the first one into the pouch.

Tempest doesn't have a nest mate at home, so she cuddles with a teddy and fills the space with pillow fluff to make it feel less empty and more comfortable.

[nocturnalghoul]

Halcyon

This is one of three fics that I plan to post today on my birthday as a sort of reverse present. It's my birthday and nobody can stop me from OC posting with a little drop of lore mixed in :D ! I'll link the other two fics here and here once I get all three posted

Summary: Frankenghoul and Tempest reflect on their time in the pit versus their time on the surface, and the moments that their life's drastically changed.

FG is they/them, tempest is she/they

Words: ~1.3k

Warnings: light angst in the recollection of bad memories but honestly thats it. It's all good here, just the OCs being nostalgic

Read on AO3 here or below the cut

It is said that there is no changing the past, but unfortunately for the proto-ghoul deep in the woods, there is no returning to it either. All of the ghouls summoned to the surface have widely varying opinions of their time in the pit, but for the first summon it was without a doubt the best era of their long life.

Turning points in one's life can be hard to pin down, but even now they can pinpoint to the minute when their life in the pit went from good to great. The fond memory of a rumbling laugh and a twinkling smile from a charming earth ghoul is still as fresh and exhilarating to remember over a millenia later. 

They had come from a well off family in the pit and landed a cushy research job rather quickly, but the first time that they met Kedros was the single best thing that has ever happened to them. Before the two ghouls first meeting was even halfway over they both were already truly smitten with the other. From there the air ghoul’s life in the pit only improved. Their husband, always the chatty and charismatic ghoul introduced them to some of the best people and closest friends anyone could hope for. 

Even two centuries post summoning they can’t help but wonder what has become of all the friends they loved so dearly. They hope that the lovely water and air ghoul couple they quickly became best friends with are still prospering and just as hopelessly in love. Each time they think of the couple though, their mind leads them to what is still a sore spot, the couple's daughter. 

Both Kedros and them loved that little multi ghoulette as if she was their own, and not knowing whatever happened to her is a trail of thought that rips the blissful memories apart, sending them crashing back to their somber reality. Neither of their friends were particularly skilled with their magic, but that ghoulette had so much potential for good things if given a guiding hand. 

They had been diligent before being summoned to mentor the ghoulette and help her air magic grow as much as possible. Hopefully somebody else was able to step in and guide her, but they would give almost anything to be able to see her again and be able to see the wonderful talented ghoul that they surely grew into. The first summon is confident in the strength of their friends to do right by her even after they seemingly disappeared when summoned. 

The closing moments of the party they and Kedros were throwing at their simple estate in the pit before the summoning ruined everything is the last thing they can remember from that time in their life. 

Meeting Kedros may have been a turning point for the better in their life, but the conclusion of that party was where everything went wrong. 

To not only lose all of those close connections, but to live unsure if their husband lived or died for that entire first year was the worst torture they have ever undergone. Their time on the surface has been dark, but those first months of uncertainty were the worst.

Even now, in their worst moments of feeling sorry for themselves they remember their wonderful nights spent amongst friends and dream about someday making it back to the pit to find out how everyone has fared in their absence. They doubt that any of the ones they loved outside of Kedros would recognize their current form, but still they hold out hope that they would still be able to recognize the spirit behind it. For the legacy of their kind heart and deep friendships to be lost completely is one heartache too many for them to possibly consider. 

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Tempest has never been overly fond of her time in the pit, but it did have a few bright moments in the beginning. One of her fondest memories is of the ghoul that taught her everything she knows about air magic. While one of her parents had an exceptional grasp of the water magic they possessed, the other was never quite elementally gifted and they struggled for it. Luckily for her though, one of her parents' best friends was an exceptional teacher. 

The days they spent learning from and practicing with the ghoul are some of her best memories in the pit. All of the happy memories of Tempest’s parents have long since been tainted by the bad ones, but these memories remain untouched in her mind. 

It is hard to know the exact point in one’s life that everything went wrong, but they can confidently point to the last time they saw the ghoul they considered an uncle as the moment everything began to slide downhill. The only memory stronger than all the ones she wants to forget is the shining perfect recollection of bright smiles and roaring laughter at the final party her uncles ever threw. It was mere hours after the conclusion of that party that they both disappeared and everything changed. 

For centuries their mother threw herself into investigating exactly what happened to her friends. The more time passed, the less time she made for anything outside of obsessing about the disappearance. Slowly her parents drifted apart, as did most of the people she knew and she set out as a full grown ghoul to attempt to move on. As hard as she worked to put the past behind her, she just couldn’t seem to outrun it. Eventually, over a century after the party, she was summoned to the surface and held hope that it would be a chance for them to start fresh. 

Tempest’s time on the surface has been wonderful if you exclude the 7 years that they went missing shortly after being summoned. Those years are an era of her life on their own, but the month before them is something that still confuses Tempest. They had heard so much about the abomination that lives in the woods during that time, mostly horror stories meant to scare her away, but for some reason they were intriguing. Maybe it was the fact that they were the only other ghoul with more than one element at the time, but they were always naturally drawn to them. 

Sure the proto-ghoul was terrifying, but they couldn’t help themselves. It was almost like they were meant to meet, even though to this day they never have formally met. It was deep in the woods one night looking for them, following that call, that she ran into the whole situation that caused them to disappear. 

The proto-ghoul may have ruined the start of her new beginning, but at least the contemptuous weirdo can't ruin the happiness she has made for herself post reappearance. According to Dew, they are barely even aware of her, which in her opinion is quite rude considering the way they almost ruined their life. 

At least she learned her lesson and has rebuilt what little happy times she remembers from the pit full of good friends and enthusiastic laugh for herself here topside. It is truly a wonderfully interesting place. 

Still, sometimes they can’t help but wonder what became of the ghouls she knew in the pit. Most importantly what became of her mentor? Would they remember her if they ever met again? It’s been so long and she was so young she is not sure that she would even recognize them, let alone the other way around. 

Tempest has zero desire to ever return to the pit, but seeing her mentor again or at least knowing what happened would be nice. Maybe someday, but for now all that remains is a pair of names etched into skin as a tribute, one of which she is certain is a name nobody but her remembers anymore. Kedros and Skiron.

[ominouscrypt]

ghoul oc names

i think about OCs a lot but i don't wanna make one - fearing judgement (not really but also yeah)

if your OC has one of these names, congrats you are sharing a brain cell with me

fire ghouls ash // pyro // arson // ferno

water ghouls vapor // haze // (funnily enough, this word has to do with water ->) miasma

earth ghouls fern // juniper // isthmus // clay (i like this one ok) // terra // georgic // marrow

air ghouls gale // tempest // blear // alto // veil

quintessence ghouls / multi-ghouls mercury // scythe // spectre // lecher (this word basically means "horny" so beware) // talis // omen

i'm aware that some (*most) of these are common words, and easy to guess, but i like em

feel free to use these if you want to xx

[ghoulelegy]

Hey bro! Can you write a coming out fanfic of a ghoul coming out to Copia as nb (or any other gender tbh ^^)

I think I’d like the Y/N ghoul to be like nervous and all that, and also I’d like if the other ghouls were around you to support and all that 🥺

Love ya!! 💖

Absolutely - I would love to provide you with wholesome Copia and Ghouls content. Thank you for the request *gives you a cookie* You Will Never Walk Alone

Summary: You connect the dots one day and realise you're nonbinary. You decide to come out to Copia and the ghouls. Pairing: Nonbinary reader X Copia and Era IV ghouls (put in Aether and Sunshine too for good measure) Wordcount: 2,867 Contains:

Content warning: Negative thoughts Some brief mention of wanting to claw at your own skin. Gender Dysphoria Safe for Work Coming Out Platonic Cuddling (Cuddle puddle) Emotional Hurt / Comfort

Read You Will Never Walk Alone on AO3

You felt like something was wrong, for a while now.

Of course, it was whenever you would catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, your heart would sink like a stone into a bottomless well of despair. Your reflection, a stranger staring back with hollow eyes, felt like a cruel apparition haunting your very soul. A leaden weight settled in your chest, and a solitary tear traced a melancholic path down your cheek, leaving a trail of salt and sorrow in its wake.

You despised your name; it left a bitter taste in your mouth every time it passed your lips. The way people saw you felt like a thousand burning eyes, each gaze a searing judgment etching into your skin.

They weren’t looking at you.

They were looking at what they thought should be you.

The mere sight of your reflection in the mirror was an electric shock coursing through your veins, igniting an overwhelming urge to claw at your own skin as if shedding the shell that felt foreign and constricting. What had once been a distant, lulling hum in the background had morphed into an unrelenting roar, an emotional tempest you could no longer silence or ignore.

But it only hit you when you googled the almighty “Am I transgender” quiz when the realisation that you were not what you were told your whole life was like a punch to the gut.  

And just like that, you began to unravel. The dissonance spread like a subtle but persistent ache, seeping into every corner of your life. It was as if the realisation had triggered a growing storm of dysphoria, casting a shadow over even the simplest moments.

The ghouls could sense that something was distressing you.

 You wanted to tell them, you really did.

You wished coming out wasn’t necessary.

You wished that you didn’t have to come out. -

You held your tail close to you during dinner that night on a particularly bad dysphoria day. Your body was hunched as you ate your food with Papa and the Ghouls. You found yourself nervously bouncing your leg, self-soothing stimming to try and get yourself to ease away your nerves. With each twitch, you tried to ease away the gnawing tension, but it only seemed to intensify.

Tonight, I’ll do it. I’ll come out to them.

Of course, there was no deadline for coming out. All this pressure to come out was all in your head. There’s no “coming out Olympics.” Everyone’s advice on the internet was that there was no need to rush, no need to meet any arbitrary deadlines. You could come out to others in your own time, at your own pace, when you felt ready. In the end, it was your journey, your truth, and your happiness that mattered most. Which helped to ease your anxiety, but, hiding yourself away made you feel like you were wrecking your soul.

Before long, dinner was over, and you found yourself mechanically washing your plate and cup in the sink. You struggled to get yourself to focus on the mundane task, seemingly fighting yourself to even begin to focus, but you needed to physically get yourself to move. The clinking of dishes and the soothing sound of running water filled the air, providing an attempted distraction to the turmoil swirling within your mind. Every scrub of the sponge, every rinse of the plate, and every drop of water felt like a monumental task. The weight of the upcoming conversation with Papa and the ghouls bore down on you, making even the simplest of actions feel like a Herculean effort.

What if they don’t understand? What if they reject you? What if they abandon you and leave you isolated and alone?

As you mechanically moved from one dish to another, your thoughts raced, darting in all directions like a swarm of panicked birds. The room around you blurred, and your surroundings became a mere backdrop to the relentless storm of emotions within.

You felt a gentle pressure on your shoulder. Startled, you turned, your eyes meeting Papa's. His presence, though unassuming in casual attire, radiated a quiet strength and unwavering support.

“Hey, are you okay?” Papa asks gently “The ghouls were telling me you…seem like you’re in distress. Even earlier, the way you kept fidgeting – it’s like something is really eating away at you”.  

You turned your gaze away from Papa's concerned eyes, unable to hold his steady gaze. The weight of your hidden truth pressed down on you, making it difficult to meet his gaze and acknowledge the distress that had been building within you.

"I'm fine," you chant like a mantra, your voice wavering slightly. It was a reflexive response, a shield you had constructed to guard your vulnerability. Admitting your inner turmoil felt like exposing a fragile part of yourself that you had kept hidden for far too long.

“Chiaramente, non stai bene, Tesoro” He softly mumbles “Something is bothering you and you won’t speak up about it. I won’t press you about it but perhaps if you tell me…. I can help you.”

“I want to, I just don’t know how to…. say it”.

“Take your time, there’s no rush”.

You twirled your fingers, trying to organise your thoughts.

“So umm well I’ve been thinking about this for a long, long time," you stammered, your voice quivering. Your fingers anxiously twirled a strand of your hair as you continued, "And I didn’t know at the time what I was feeling. And now I recently realized what it was called, and I wanted to tell you for a long, long time, but I was terrified. But—"

You paused, anxiously twirling your hair again, your tail whirling back and forth reeking with stress as you feel your heart pounding in your chest.

"I’m scared I won’t be accepted, or perhaps even kicked out, but Papa…I can’t live like this anymore. So, I just want you to know" Another pause, and you took a deep breath.

This is it, this is the moment

"I’m nonbinary."

“There’s no turning back now,”

 you thought to yourself, a whirlwind of doubts and fears swirling in your mind.

“I said it, I cannot unsay it.

 What if I made a grave mistake?”

 Panic began to creep in as you watched Papa processing your confession. Each second felt like an agonizing hour, your vulnerability lay bare before him.

You stared intently at him as his expression softened while he absorbed your words. He didn’t say anything but wrapped his arms around you. You felt yourself trembling still, as you laid your head against his chest. But he held you tightly, cocooning you with warmth.

“Thank you for trusting me with this, Tesoro. I love you, no matter what. Your identity doesn’t change anything.”

As Papa spoke those words of acceptance and unconditional love, tears welled up in your eyes. It was as if a dam within you had finally burst, releasing a flood of emotions that had been pent up for far too long. You felt a mixture of relief, gratitude, and vulnerability, all swirling within you.

Your body tensed as this cacophony of emotions washed over you, the weight of your secret and the fear of rejection slowly being replaced by the warmth of his embrace and his reassuring words.

"Let it out, sweetness," he softly cooed, his gentle encouragement providing the safety and permission you needed to release the pent-up emotions. And so, you did. The tears flowed freely as you sobbed, your shoulders trembling with the weight of it all.

You felt yourself sink into his embrace, your body relaxing but simultaneously releasing so many pent-up tears you buried in yourself for so long. As you sobbed, he gently caressed your back holding you as you just cried it out. His embrace was a sanctuary where your vulnerability was met with love and understanding. It was a moment of catharsis, a cleansing of the heart and spirit, and a reaffirmation that you were cherished for who you truly were.

“Tesoro, I have to ask, why did you fear that I’d kick you out or reject you”

 As you hesitated, thoughts of countless stories and news articles flooded your mind. You'd read about people's coming out experiences, the ones that had gone horribly wrong, the heart-wrenching tales of rejection, and the pain that had shattered lives. Those stories were etched into your memory, cautionary tales that reminded you of the potential risks of revealing your true self.

You swallowed hard, your voice quivering as you tried to convey the fear that had gripped you for so long. "I've...I've read so many stories, Papa. Stories of people who came out and were rejected, disowned, or worse..."

Papa's expression softened even further, and he nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. "I see, Tesoro. It's only natural to be afraid, especially when you've seen the pain others have endured. But you don’t need to be afraid of me”

 You and Papa stood together in the dimly lit kitchen, your tears and fears laid bare. His comforting presence had provided a lifeline, and as you slowly regained your composure, he gently asked,

"Does anyone else know?"

You took a moment to collect your thoughts, the weight of your confession still heavy on your heart.

"No, just you," you replied, your voice steadier now. "But…I'd quite like to tell the ghouls."

Papa nodded understandingly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back. "I'm sure they'll accept you, sweet, but I understand if you don't want to tell them tonight."

You hesitated for a moment, considering the support and warmth that the other ghouls had shown you in the past. "I...want to," you finally admitted, your nerves still present but overshadowed by a growing sense of determination. -

With Papa's arm on your shoulder, you made your way to the ghoul's common room. To no one's surprise, the Ghouls were lying in a cuddle puddle.

Aurora, with her ethereal presence, lay atop Swiss' chest on the couch, her fingers interlocked with those of Cumulus who reclined beneath them on the floor mattress. Rain like a delicate droplet of water, rested upon Aether, who in turn reclined atop Mountain. Phantom, always enigmatic, curled up beside Cirrus and Sunshine, as he nestled in with their heat. Sodo, in the typical manner of the mischievous one, decided to make a grand entrance into the cuddle pile. He grabbed a nearby fluffy pillow and dramatically leapt into the centre of the pile, shouting, "Surprise cuddle attack!" This unexpected intrusion sent ghouls tumbling in all directions, laughter erupting throughout the room. Eventually, he found himself nestled amid the chaotic cuddle pile, laughing along with the rest of the ghouls.

“You’re back!” Cumulus happily chirped as she saw you “We were about to have a movie night, but we decided to wait for you”

“Actually, there’s something I’d quite like to tell you”

Papa stood by your side, his grip on your shoulder gently tightening. You knew that this moment could change everything, and the uncertainty gnawed at you. Yet, you couldn't let fear hold you back any longer. With a clearing of your throat, you garnered the attention of the ghouls. Their masked faces turned towards you, curiosity in their eyes. Papa's presence beside you was a silent source of support, a reminder that you were not alone in this.

"I, uh..." You began, your voice quivering slightly but growing steadier with each word. "I've been holding something back for a long time, and tonight, I want to share it with all of you."

You break the news.

The ghouls exchanged glances, their masked expressions unreadable. But then, one by one, they began to nod, their gestures of understanding and acceptance offering you reassurance.

“So uhh…you guys don’t…hate me?”

"Nonsense, we'll never turn our backs away from one of our pack," Aether spoke up, his voice filled with pride.

Swiss chimed in "We love you for who you are, not how you identify."

"Guess what, you’re still stuck with us weirdos” Sodo perks up “whether you like it or not.”

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, but this time, they were tears of gratitude. The ghouls rose from their seats, forming a circle around you and Papa, and the love and warmth they exuded was overwhelming.

Without a word, they pulled you into their embrace, creating a cuddle pile of support and affirmation. In that moment, you felt truly seen, accepted, and loved for exactly who you were.

“Come here, buddy” Cirrus pulls you in on the cuddle pile, her arms wrapping around you. Sunshine and Phantom quickly joined, encasing you in a mound of warmth and acceptance.

Rain and Mountain squeezed in from the other side, their presence offering a sense of security. Cumulus reached over and gently patted your head with a reassuring smile, while Aurora, with her graceful touch, placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"I told you, we'll always have your back," Sodo said with a mischievous grin, pulling you closer into the cuddle puddle.

The mixture of emotions swirling within you was dizzying - relief, joy, and an overwhelming sense of belonging. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders, and you could finally breathe freely.

"I...I don't know what to say," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

"You don't have to say anything," Phantom replied softly. "Just know that we love and accept you, no matter who you are or how you identify."

As the ghouls held you close in their embrace, Aether and Swiss didn't hesitate to join in. Aether, with his calming presence, settled in beside Phantom, his arm draping over your shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze. Swiss, with a warm smile on his face, carefully moved closer, ensuring there was enough room for everyone. He placed a gentle hand on your other shoulder, completing the circle of support. With Aether and Swiss now part of the cuddle pile, you felt even more enveloped in warmth and acceptance. The ghouls had created a protective cluster around you, and you couldn't have asked for a more loving and supportive albeit chosen family.

“Ahem,” you look up, and see Copia awkwardly shuffling “mind if I join? You look….cozy.”

You couldn't help but grin when you heard Copia's voice and saw him standing there, looking somewhat awkward but clearly intrigued by the cosy cuddle pile. Without a moment's hesitation, you reached out and pulled him into the midst of the ghouls, making room for him.

"Of course, Papa, there's always room for one more," you said with a warm smile.

Copia chuckled softly as he settled in, finding his place among the ghouls. As he leaned into the cuddle pile, you felt a sense of completeness wash over you. With Copia joining in, it was as if all the pieces had fallen into place, and you were surrounded by the people who truly cared about you, regardless of who you were.

"Wait shit, hold up," Swiss exclaimed, digging deep into his pockets. Out came some vape, lipstick, a lighter, some coins, and even a rock (which Mountain pounced on with a happy and chirping “THERE YOU ARE, BARTHOLOMEW”) before Swiss pulled out a giant nonbinary flag and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Swiss, how the fuck –“ Rain was astounded, unable to finish his sentence before bursting into laughter.

Swiss grinned mischievously. "You know, I like to be prepared for any occasion," he quipped, his playful tone lightening the atmosphere even further.

Rain couldn't help but laugh at Swiss's unexpected flag reveal, and soon, the entire room was filled with giggles and chuckles.

Aether chimed in, his calm demeanour contrasting with the laughter around him, "Well, I guess Swiss does carry a bit of everything with him, but I never expected a flag to be in the mix."

Swiss feigned offence, putting a hand to his chest dramatically. "Hey, you never know when someone might need a flag, right? LOOK I EVEN HAVE THE SWISS FLAG IN HERE SOMEWHERE HOLD UP.” He takes off his boots prompting an explosion of glitter.

“We don’t talk about the glitter in my underwear by the way”. Swiss laughs

“WHAT”

"Well, you see," he began dramatically, "I believe in living life to the fullest, and that includes adding a little extra sparkle even in life’s shittiest moments – such as when you’re taking a shit.”

The ghouls erupted into laughter once more, the sound echoing through the room. They weren’t treating you any differently. You were just….you.

And you were exactly where you belonged.

As the laughter died down, you felt a deep sense of contentment and belonging. The ghouls had not only accepted your true self but had embraced it with open arms and playful humour. It was a beautiful moment of connection and understanding, and you couldn't have asked for a more supportive and loving chosen family. With the nonbinary flag draped around your shoulders, you lay in the middle of the pile.

You look at Mountain who was shuffling for the play button on the remote.