#aether/phantom

[nastylittleghouls]

*after Phantom tried to use water to extinguish a grease fire, despite clear instructions from Dewdrop and almost burned the Ghoul wing down* Aether: *pressing one slice of toast to either side of Phantom's face* Aether: What are you? Phantom: *sniffling* An idiot sandwich

[palesweetsdeer]

Some Aether doodles because I love him

(Warning for artistic nudity under the cut)

[ghoul-slime]

Ok, but how about Dr. Aether performing hole inspections on all the ghouls returning home from the first leg of tour. He slips on a pair of gloves and is very pleased to find that of all the ghouls, Dew is still nice and tight - just as tight as the day he left, in fact.

Phantom, on the other hand, not so much. He slides a finger inside and is surprised to find him wet and loose. His little bug has clearly been very well-used throughout the tour. And Phantom, sitting there with his legs in the stirrups, completely bare from the waist down, is red-faced and blushing and so very ashamed. He’s sure that Aether is disappointed in him, that he’s going to scold him and tell him that he’s completely let them all down with his bad behavior.

But instead, Aether slips two more fingers inside and tells him what a good boy he’s been. How proud of him he is for clearly servicing their pack so well and so often throughout a long, hard tour. And now, Phantom is lightheaded and blushing at Aether’s praise, so, so proud of himself for doing such a good job. In fact, he’s done such a good job that Aether rewards him with another nice, big cock up his ass right then and there.

[coffeeghoulie]

16 with phantom + whoever you’d like 👀

thought about Aeon's first time with Aether and got dizzy, so I wrote this. Hope you enjoy!

16) accidental i love you’s during sex 

Rain had laughed when Aeon had confessed to him about wanting to fuck Aether. It hadn’t been cruel, per say. But something had glinted in the depths of Rain’s inky eyes, and he’d wrapped long fingers around their shoulder.

“Oh, little star,” Rain’d said, delighted and wistful all the same. “Aether’s a challenge. He’s, ah. How do I put this. It’s a bitchbreaker.”

Rain had laughed again when Aeon’s eyes went wide like silver dollars. “It’s just a warning, stardust. You told me yourself you weren’t that experienced. Don’t come crying to me when you can’t walk afterwards.”

This warning, of course, did nothing to stop Aeon from accepting Aether’s invitation into his bed. It’s a bit of a blur before Aeon finds themself on their back, lithe legs hooked around Aether’s waist, his body pinning them to the mattress.

“Easy, pup,” he coos, brushing dark hair from Aeon’s forehead. “I’ve got you.”

He’d worked them open painfully slowly, one, two, three, four fingers stretching the walls of their cunt until the slick pooled in Aether’s palm. He hadn’t let them cum, had leaned in to whisper about how badly he wanted to feel them squeeze around him. And that had made Aeon so dizzy there was nothing they could do but nod desperately.

Aether pushes in painfully slowly, and despite nearly getting his whole hand inside them in prep, the stretch still makes Aeon gasp, clinging to Aether’s arms.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Aether groans, a furrow in his brow as he pushes steadily deeper. “If- If you need a moment, just gimme a tap, I know I’m a lot.”

Aeon nods, struggling to keep their eyes focused. Their thoughts are thick and slow like honey, and Aether’s hardly halfway inside. “’m- ‘m good, keep goin’,” they gasp, chest heaving.

“Good boy,” Aether whispers, a boyish smile curling his lips before he’s ducking down to kiss them. The angle changes as he moves, and oh Lucifer, he’s rubbing against something in their cunt that makes all thought impossible, vision whiting out.

The last thing Aeon is able to think coherently is Rain was right. It’s a bitchbreaker, and I’m the bitch.

Aether bottoms out, petting Aeon’s flank as he gives them time to relax around it. “Gonna start moving, pup, you feel divine, sweetheart.”

Aeon keens at the praise, hitching their legs higher around his waist as Aether practically folds them in half. The pace is glacial, but that just means Aeon can feel every inch as Aether carves out a place for himself inside their cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” they moan, their tail curling around Aether’s thigh in an attempt to keep him close.

He just grins, putting a little more force behind the next thrust to make them squeal. “Yeah, good boy? That feel good? You feel full?”

All Aeon can do is nod, baring their throat to him as his cock makes them submit faster than any of the other ghouls have ever made them. Their muscles flutter around him, struggling to accept the intrusion no matter how much Aeon wants it.

“Good boy,” Aether coos, starting to move properly. Aeon swears they can feel him in their fucking throat. They know they’re going to cum embarrassingly fast. But Aether did say he wanted to feel it.

“You’re- you’re in my fucking guts,” Aeon gasps, struggling to keep their eyes open.

Aether nods. “I know, baby. Just hold on and enjoy it.”

A big hand sneaks between them, Aether’s thumb finding the place their bodies meet and playing with their dick. Aeon’s eyes go wide, fingers digging into the meat of Aether’s shoulders. “Oh fuck, Aether, fuck, shit, please, Aeth, I love you-” they gasp.

The world goes white as their orgasm hits them with no notice. Their back arches, clenching down painfully hard around Aether with a cry.

Aeon loses time, then, floating as Aether works them through it. He’s talking, can hear it, but can’t process a single thing.

When they come back to their body, Aeon’s still underneath Aether, cock still buried inside of them. His weight on top of them is a comfort, and Aeon takes a deep breath, shuddering with sensitivity.

Aether’s pressing little kisses across their cheeks and nose, chuffing happily. “Welcome back, stardust,” he whispers, smiling fondly down at them. “You alright?”

Despite the ache starting to settle in their stomach and the backs of their thighs, Aeon nods. “Lucifer fucking below,” they laugh incredulously. “You're perfect. I’m perfect, all green. Lucifer.”

Aether chuffs, reaching up to push a few loose strands back into his mohawk. “You sure are perfect. And I love you too.”

Aeon goes tense, eyes wide. “T-too?” they whisper. “Oh fuck, did I say-?”

He cuts them off with another soft kiss. “You did, sweetheart. It’s alright.”

“Didn’t want to say it like this,” they whine, offering him their throat. “Think your dick made me stupid.”

“It’s okay,” he laughs, petting Aeon’s flank. “It might make you feel better to know that Dew said it for the first time just. Like. This,” he whispers, punctuating each word with a little roll of his hips. “Just don’t tell him I told you, he'll have my head.”

“Don’t stop and I won’t,” they tease hesitantly, watching for Aether’s reaction. He just grins, gold tooth flashing.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied or you tap out. Your cunt is divine, and I’m going to indulge.”

Aeon moans, eyes wild, and nods. And Aether keeps his word.

[ashthewaterghoul]

Eigengrau - #phanter cuddle buddies

Phantom had been partially blind from an accident that happened when they were a kit. But with the stress of being forced away from their Papa - who chases every bad memory away - not only do they lose sight of a possible reunion, but they also lose their sight, altogether while they other Ghouls are helpless but to watch them spiral into depression...

Words: 2.2k

Relationships: Phantom & Copia, Phantom & Aether, Dew/Aether. Swiss/Phantom

Tags: they/them Phantom, Phantom and Aether are siblings, blindness, hurt/comfort, angst, family dynamics, forced separation, parent-child relationship, implied murder Ghouls at the end, mostly phanter and aethtom (platonic) but a little bit of dewther and swisstom for the soul lol

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    Phantom’s skin had long been painted in a myriad of scars acquired from a whole host of injuries and tales, but perhaps the most obvious is the one on their face. They got it when they were just a kit and training with their clan, getting a little overeager and causing a burst of unbridled Quintessential magic to erupt into their face. The instinct they got to turn away caused the damage to only hit the left side of their face, but it also took away most of the vision in that eye.

    They had no peripheral vision left, very little depth perception and only a straw’s width of a gap in the eigengrau void to actually see through. They slowly adjusted to their new way of having to view the world, always feeling unbalanced and often getting migraines from the sheer amount of compensating their right eye had to do.

    But, by the time they were summoned to Earth, they had fully adjusted and accepted what they now had to live with. And considering they now had their Papa with them, and were reunited with their brother, Aether, once more, they could never complain too much about anything in their life.

    Nightmares of all they went through were chased away by Copia’s scent of stale tobacco settled into woollen sweaters and aged parchment. The human’s strong arms around them made them feel safe and at home. And they could never get enough of sleeping in their Papa’s arms, listening to his heart and feeling his fingers thread through their black and white hair.

    It was all so perfect and Phantom could memorise every detail of their Papa despite their partially blind condition.

    Well… That was until it all fell apart, and a wedge was driven between Phantom and their beloved Papa. Now, they could no longer spend their nights holding each other, Phantom couldn’t be soothed by Copia’s scent after a nightmare, and their soul ached with the loneliness of it. All because of some promotion and arbitrary new rules that deemed their parent-child relationship as unprofessional and unsafe.

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    Copia no longer had the responsibility of caring for the Ghouls. That was a Papa’s job and he was a Papa no more.

    The most interaction Phantom got with Frater was a nod in the corridor and a handshake at formal events. No hugs, no I love you’s and no visits to either’s rooms for sleepovers and cuddles.

    It had been just over a year and a half since this separation started and Phantom was losing hope for any reunion. They were having more nightmares than ever and so many were of Copia getting hurt and Phantom not being able to save them. The anxiety of those dreams possibly being premonitions was making them beyond stressed and what sleep they were getting was of no real quality.

    One day, they woke up from one of their nightmares and cracked their right eye open, gently smacking their left temple to get the other eye open. Sometimes it took a little longer to clear the sleep out from what little they could see from that side. But… that side was open… Why was it still so dark?

    Phantom felt their breathing pick up and their throat become dry. Their right eye saw the room spinning and the left saw completely nothing.

    “Aeth?! Aether, help!” They called, smacking their hand against the wall behind their bed that separated them from their older brother.

    The older Quint was in like a flash, holding their face in his hands and checking them over.

    “What’s wrong, love? Nightmare?” He asked, his heart breaking for his younger sibling.

    They shook their head as all breath seemed to have failed them.

    “M- my eye… C- can’t s- s- see anyth- thing…” They strained out against the panic and tears that had started to consume them.

    Aether’s face grew to one of worry as he checked in and indeed saw their left eye devoid of anything, and his mind devoid of a solution or remedy.

    “It’s okay, Bug. I’m here, it’ll be alright.” He said, gathering the little Quint into his arms and holding them tight, rocking them back and forth and encasing them both in a Quintessence bubble to calm them.

    Phantom didn’t know if it was calming them or just stopping them from getting worse. What they did know, was that their Papa being there would have made it all a lot better.

    Over the following weeks, they couldn’t adjust to their completely half-blind state. They practically had a constant headache from how much effort their right eye was putting in and they felt so horrifically unbalanced that they were a walking hazard. If it wasn’t this situation, it would be slightly funny and everyone would be calling them Bambi on ice.

    Aether was at a complete loss for what had caused this. He helped heal Phantom when the accident that took part of their vision first happened and even the best healers in their clan said it wouldn’t get worse after it had healed. Inbetween reassuring Phantom and shifts in the infirmary, he was researching everything he could about ocular health and spending as much time as he could doing it.

    One night, when Dew came down to force-feed him and make sure he actually took a break, he found the answer.

    “IT’S STRESS!” Aether called as he read the article on the screen.

   After the librarian came to admonish him for his volume, he hugged Dew tight, happy to have an answer.

    “Wait, if stress causes blindness, how come Mountain hasn’t been blind from birth? He’s the biggest stresshead we know.” The Fire Ghoul chuckled.

    “Who fucking knows? Probably because Phant’s left eye is already weak? As for Mountain, no clue.” Aether was still smiling, happy to have an answer for his little sibling and now hopefully start being able to help. That smile, though, was soon wiped from his face when his phone buzzed with a message from Swiss.

    ‘Get back up here NOW. Phantom needs you.’

    Aether forgot to clean up or switch the computer off before he was running out of the library and back up to the den but he didn’t care one bit. Nothing and no one stopped him until he was back in Phantom’s room, asking what was wrong when he saw Phantom deep in another panic attack.

    As Aether desperately tried to get Phantom to calm, Swiss explained that the vision in Phantom’s right eye was starting to fade now too…

    Aether’s heart sank as he saw that cloud of blindness start to creep in around Phantom’s healthy eye. The distress of this whole situation being so cruel to such a pure soul that had already fought so much. When would they ever get their break?

    The right eye now saw what the left used to. Merely a pin-point of light and the blurred shapes and figures of things in their immediate vicinity. They couldn’t read, couldn’t see the faces of their loved ones and couldn’t even see when they passed Copia in the corridor.

    After Swiss told them when they had, yet again, missed a wave from their Papa they broke down and sobbed for what they were losing. Not only their sight but the hope of everything going back to how it was. How was everything meant to be the same again when Phantom couldn’t even see the person in front of them?

    They knew blind Ghouls could still live good lives but they didn’t want this. They wanted to be able to see their Papa’s eyes light up when his pipistrello entered the room and the warm smile that caused every little crease and wrinkle on his face to pop out.

    Every morning that Phantom woke up without Copia was another that made them more depressed for what they lost. And as they lost even more of their vision - it only taking a couple weeks for sightlessness to completely take them - they only became more catatonic. The pack ached to see such a vibrant Bug so dull and flat.

    Aether’s heart cried even more for his little sibling and he was draining himself dry to try and give them plenty of Quintessence to just do something other than stare at the nothing and cry.

    Seeing the little Quint’s stars fade was tearing the pack apart. All of them had been affected by the forced separation to Copia, but none more than Phantom. There had barely been a night since they came home from Frater’s last tour that at least one of them didn’t sleep with Phantom because while their Papa may not be there to chase the nightmares away, someone else could be.

    No one dared tell Copia either. Aether, Swiss and Mountain – being the biggest and strongest Ghouls – were occasionally chosen to escort Copia as security on business trips but even then they were too scared to be anything but professional with Frater.

    They’d all seen what the Clergy is capable of - Primo, Secondo and Terzo’s bodies and Dew’s unnatural Element are all proof of that - and no one would dare tempt a reprise or something even worse. Sister may be gone, but she certainly didn’t act alone in her cruelties and her followers still dominated the Clergy.

    If Copia knew the situation had made his bambino blind from the stress of it all it would break him more than he had already been broken by the separation too. And at least very least, one of them had to appear strong for the other.

    Copia knew his Ghouls though, and suspected they were hiding something from Swiss’ jaw tightening, the way Aether’s Adam’s apple bobbed, how Mountain’s ears flicked at the mention of Phantom’s name. But, pry as he might, he could never get any information from them that told Copia how his pipistrello was doing aside from the bare minimum.

    He couldn’t go and investigate either. Not without risking so much. He already had visions of his Ghouls being sent back to the Pits they came from and he could never risk Phantom being sent back, not after all they’ve been through.

    So Copia kept his nose down and did his best. Though even his best didn’t seem to be enough to help Phantom. He never saw them in the halls anymore or in the cafeteria. He couldn’t find them in the crowds at Black Mass and apparently they could no longer attend rehearsals or their duties either.

    Phantom couldn’t do much of anything as they rotted in their own mind. They felt as useless as a kit as they wandered the den in tiny steps with one hand on the wall for stability. Their other senses were overwhelmed by what they had to make up for too but they couldn’t shut them off when it’s all they had to rely on now. They didn’t really leave their room much anyway. Sitting in front of the TV felt like a mockery and it wasn’t like they could cook for themself – even before they were blind. Walking around the halls was more hassle than it was worth and they could barely even feel the sunlight on their eyelids anymore.

    Aether went in to see Phantom in the morning before work, kissing their forehead with a promise to come by after his shift. When he did, his heart broke into an infinitesimal number of pieces as he realised they hadn’t moved an inch since he left them twelve hours prior.

    “I don’t know what to do, Dew.” Aether said to his mate in the evening after Swiss came in to sit with the Bug. Planting his elbows on the breakfast table, he buried his face into his hands.

    Dew poured two glasses of neat whiskey for them both and pushed one towards the Quint, standing next to him and combing his fingers through his short hair.

    “We could kill them.” Dew suggested, only half-joking as he referred to the humans that had enforced these cruel rules and restrictions.

    “I thought half of why we’ve done nothing is that we’re scared of what the Clergy will do.” Aether responded as he took the glass and let the whiskey burn down his throat.

    “Do you have any other ideas?” Dew said, shrugging his shoulders as if he was suggesting the most casual activity you could think of.

    Aether exhaled and traced a claw around the edge of the glass.

    “We know who Sister’s loyalists are.” He said.

    Dew’s wicked grin heated up the space around them both. “We do.”

    “We’re natural born predators too. We know how to be discreet and only harm, not kill.”

    “That we are, love.” Dew said, kissing his mate’s cheek with a deep purr.

    “Someone needs to stay with Phantom tomorrow then. While we explain this to the pack.” Aether thought out loud.

    “We’ll figure it out, Aether. We’ll get our Bug back.” Dew promised, toasting their whiskey glasses and letting the glow of the moon light up the amber liquid.

    Phantom didn’t know why, but the next morning, as they awoke next to Swiss, they felt the sun on their eyes a little stronger than usual. And while it was quickly snuffed out by the tidal waves of depression they had fallen into, the tiny spark of hope that fluttered in their chest was so so bright.

    Almost as bright as Phantom would see Copia’s eyes when they finally reunited…

One shot master post can be found here

#phanter cuddle buddies master post can be found here

And the amazing @anotherbananasong did some art of Phantom based on this you can find here

[ghoultrifle]

Just read the pissboy phantom fic (which was great) and if you’re up for it, i’d love to see you expand more on Phantom’s idea of taking Rain (or whoever) out to water the plants.

Pissboy Chronicles Part 4 - (Soil) Enrichment Time

WC: 1.7k

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Phantom takes Aether out to water the plants

Notes: It's piss, don't read it if it's gonna squick you out :) and to anon, I'm so sorry it's been over two months I hope you enjoy it >:)

CWs: PISS, humiliation, mentions of rope play, semi-public sex (masturbation)

Thank you to @herbal-quintessence for bullying me into finishing this and @mac-and-thefox for giving me all her plant knowledge !! fuck it @high-imperatrix piss tag

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Phantom stands back to admire his handiwork. Aether, limbs tied to the bedposts, deep blue rope leaving raw marks on his lilac skin. A tale told through the abandoned wand and the streaks of white adorning his hairy chest.

“So good for me, baby,” Phantom says as he strokes a hand through Aether’s slicked back hair, “Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?”

Aether whines at the cold cloth being run down his torso, rivulets of the water running down to his spent dick, making him shiver. Sat on the bed, Phantom offers him a glass of water, “Aeth, you lost a lot of fluid. Fuck that was hot, seeing you all sticky ‘n sweaty, but you need to replenish.”

The first glass of water disappears almost instantly, sessions with Phantom really take it out of an older ghoul. The second glass he sips on while the younger ghoul cleans him up, quickly finishing that too. A third and fourth glass make their way past Aether’s lips and before he knows it, he needs to piss, badly. Phantom won’t deny it was his plan all along, he easily notices the telltale signs - squirming, clenching, rocking back and forth. It’s tantalising for the young ghoul. He wordlessly takes Aether’s hand and prompts the larger ghoul to start walking with him. Unfortunately for Aether, he thinks Phantom is still in aftercare-mode, simply helping his sore lover to the bathroom. That is until Phantom reaches the exit to the abbey, “Colour?” he asks. Aeth stumbles over his words, unsure where this is going. But with full trust in Phantom, he gives green.

The walk to the greenhouse is short, there’s no reason it should take the larger ghoul so long to hobble over. If anyone saw him, he’d have no excuse for his pained limp as he clutches his dick through his jeans. They’d see him, escorted by a smirking Phantom, small hands around Aether’s hips, guiding him. The older ghoul unable to think or walk straight, the overwhelming pressure dulling every other sensation.

“Can’t have you all filled up for nothing, Aeth,” he exclaims, “And don’t the plants look so dry. Like they’re begging to be watered, no?”

Aether shudders, the persistent ache in his bladder crying out for relief. It would be so easy to let go, to do as Phantom bids, but he can’t give in this easily. The plants do look dry; soil matted in thick clumps, dejected leaves laying their heads in defeat.

His dick lies bare in Phantom’s dainty hand, fighting the urge to relax. The soil on the floor is disturbed as Aether leg fidgets in desperation, willing himself to hold onto the last morsel control. The younger ghoul behind him can tell it’s getting too much, that Aether’s close to losing it.

“Let go, big boy, I’m right there with you.”

Aether strains, mind given up but his body still fighting, “‘m trying, Ant, just can’t get it out!” he whines in frustration, everything is telling him this is not the place to do it, screaming at him to find a bathroom.

Phantom hushes him, “S’alright. Here let me help you out,” he coos as he snakes a hand around Aether, fingers dipping into the bulge in his belly, draining the pressure.

“Hng fuck- it’s coming!”

“That’s it, good boy,” the younger ghoul asserts, taking Aether’s length in his free hand. It’s definitely a little chubbier than usual, a little more solid to the touch. It’s reassuring to know Aether’s also getting off on it despite his apprehension. Phantom will never not be impressed by the all-round size of Aether’s cock, not only a decent length, but strikingly girthy, enough to split Phantom open if the other wasn’t so careful in prepping him. Not that Aether tops often, but when he does he’s a gentle lover.

Aether is fully leaking now, all barriers down. Phantom holds him, guides his stream over the plants. First, the lavender, watching as the liquid drips down the buds one by one, collecting in a pool where it’s potted. The younger ghoul then directs Aether’s cock towards Mountain’s beloved foxglove plant, piss welling up in the bells before they tip over, showering the soil beneath in Aether’s shame. “Look at you, filthy thing, defiling poor Mountain’s plants with your piss.” Phantom smirks, “I wouldn’t be surprised if the bees never came back after what you’ve done to their home, you should be ashamed of yourself Aether.” Not that the older ghoul needs any encouragement to feel that deep-seated sense of shame that gets him hard like nothing else, but it helps.

The wires in his brain are most certainly crossed now, there is no going back. Relinquishing control, being vulnerable for Phantom like this has Aether’s cock kicking in the younger ghoul’s hand as his stream tapers off. Just as he’s beginning to relax, finally nearing the end of Phantom’s bidding, the younger ghoul stuffs Aether’s dick back into his boxers with such urgency that his stream is still strong enough to make it look like he’s wet himself. Aether’s always had a humiliation kink, that’s not news, but combining it with the mortifying ordeal of pissing over the plants and himself has his cock straining against his now wet boxers. 

“Shit, Ant. What was that for?” he whines, “Was pissing all over the greenhouse not enough? Needed me to piss myself as well?!” There’s no bite to it, Aether knows Phantom can feel him chubbing up at the sensation of the warm, damp fabric against him, clinging to his dick. The last few drops are soaking into his pants as Aether feels a flood of warmth on his back, “Wha-”

“Shh Aeth, just enjoy it,” Phantom whispers as he dips his length further beneath the waistband of Aether’s boxers, revelling in his own release, in finally letting go of the desperation he tried his best to hide. And by the bewildered sounds from the ghoul in front of him, he thinks it worked. Bewilderment turns into arousal as what?!’s turn into hhnn’s.

“You know clothes are my weak spot, Aeth.” he says, grinning, “Need everyone to see just how easily you submit to me, need there to be evidence of it.” The pattering of droplets on the stone ground only fuels Phantom’s fire, ensuring no part of Aether’s trousers remain dry. Upon finishing, the younger ghoul neatly tucks himself back into his jeans, leaving Aether to marinate in the cocktail of their piss.

The walk of shame back to Aether’s room leaves him hanging his head as he contemplates which stain is more important to hide - front or back - both inflicted by Phantom. He settles on removing his sweater and tying it around his waist. There’s no rest for the wicked, however, when the younger ghoul insists they sit on a bench next to Sunny’s allotment. That Aether must sit down as is, get his tan sweater drenched in shame too. 

It was easy enough to miss it on his trousers, the dark fabric masking just how wet they are, but since Aeth decided he can’t have anyone seeing, Phantom is hell-bent on making sure everyone knows just how much of a pissboy the older ghoul is. To see the usually calm and stoic ghoul in this state, taken apart by his master and forced to waddle in his soggy clothes like a misbehaved dog who’s rolled in the mud.

Aether would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying every second he spent with Phantom. Being teased, chastised for his pliability. “Putty in my hands,” the younger ghoul whispers as they’re sitting, waiting for the piss to soak into the sweater too. He gets off on the debasement of it all, especially at the hands of such a new summon, a ghoul he should be barking orders at, not the other way around. All Aether can do is whimper in reply, too far gone into submission to do anything else. He’s rock hard at the realisation that everyone will see him, hips rocking up just to get some friction on his trousers.

“Go on, I know you need to, I’ll watch,” Phantom says sweetly, placing a hand on Aether’s crotch, hearing the squelch as he scrunches his hand in the fabric. Aether moans, more loudly than he should, watching as the younger ghoul removes his hand and flicks the remaining piss right back onto Aether. He feels himself twitch as Phantom treats him like a mere towel to wipe his hands on, nothing more than an object.

“What are you waiting for, Aeth? Scared someone will see?” Aether can only spit out a small mhm before Phantom interrupts, “Come on darling, you’re so worked up it’ll be over quickly anyway. You’re so cute when you’re desperate.”

The older ghoul groans, reaching down to unbuckle his belt, shimmying his trousers down just enough to free his dick, but not so far that he can’t still revel in the humiliating sensation of wetness enveloping him. His cock is heavy in his hand, red at the tip, waiting to be stroked. In the corner of his eye he can see Phantom palming himself at the sight and it pushes Aether to start stroking. He tries to set a steady pace but his hand takes over as he watches it fly over his ruddy cock, smearing pre down the shaft. He’s hooked on the feel of his palm against the warm liquid on his shaft, listening to the slick noises as he strokes himself with fervour. It can’t be more than thirty seconds before it’s more than pre spurting from his cock. Aether’s head is thrown back, moaning with abandon, eyes screwed shut as he adds to the mess he and Phantom have already made.

He opens his eyes to find a dishevelled Phantom with a wet spot on his jeans that definitely wasn’t there before. “Hey! Don’t think you have the moral high ground just because you’re hot,” Phantom shouts, “You know this is my dream, Aeth, just take the compliment and wipe that fucking grin off your face before I piss on you again.” And Aether wouldn’t be complaining, but that’s for another time. For now, Phantom will gently walk him back to the dorms, smirking at their bandmates who give him a knowing look. Rain takes particular note, proud of his little pissboy.

[truthful-tidings]

What is UPPP I wrote an Aether/Phantom fanfic :) it's slightly angst but it's very cute, enjoy <3

[nastylittleghouls]

Phantom: *accidentally hits Aether straight in the face* Phantom: *panicking, trying to decide between saying 'I'm so fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'* Phantom: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?! Aether: *infected by the nervous energy* MAYBE?!

[ghoul-slime]

Star Pupil

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,388

Pairing: Aether/Dew/Phantom, Phantom/Dew, Aether/Phantom

Tags: Threesome, dirty talk, anal sex, fingering, teaching, possessive Aether (kind of), power dynamics, PWP, Phantom might be in over his head but he is trying

Summary: Aether may not be going out on tour with the rest of the ghouls, but that doesn't mean he can't teach Phantom how to properly care for Dewdrop in his absence.

Or basically: Aether teaches Phantom how to fuck Dew real good.

Missing Aether and coping by writing smut. First Ghost fic and not beta read, have mercy.

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It’s the day before they leave for tour. Instruments and equipment packed and ready, buses and flights scheduled, and passports and paperwork in order. Every mundane detail taken care of. There’s just this one last thing. One incredibly important thing, since this is the first time Aether won’t be out on tour with the rest of them. Right now top priority is making sure his Dewdrop will be well taken care of in his absence.

And that’s how Phantom ends up in Aether’s room, sitting on his knees at attention on Aether’s bed with Dew spread out in front of both of them on the sheets. Phantom is anxious but eager. Eager to show Aether how much he can trust him with his most precious ghoul. Just how good he can be for him, for their pack.

Dew’s naked, propped up on two pillows, skinny little legs casually splayed open, leaving all of him on display. He looks unphased. 

Phantom, however, is sweating bullets. He’s nervous and more than a little bit self-conscious. He’s already achingly hard in his pants. Has been since the bedroom door closed behind him.

“What are you waiting for?” Dew quips, snapping Phantom out of his stupor. “Take your fucking clothes off already.”

Phantom turns to Aether, helpless. Aether chuckles and reaches to pull Phantom’s shirt off over his head for him.

“Be nice, Dew,” he chides. “He’s gonna be taking care of you for the next few months.” 

“Yeah, him and everyone else on that fucking bus,” Dew laughs, sounding pleased with himself.

Aether reaches out and tickles the sole of Dew’s foot, earning him an indignant squawk followed by a playful kick to the shoulder.

“Alright, let’s get started” Aether starts. His tone so far is gentle. Like he’s about to teach Phantom some complicated guitar riff and not how to fuck his little ghoul boyfriend straight into next week.

“Lucifer, fucking finally.” Dew rolls his eyes and props himself up on his elbows to look down at the two other ghouls.

Aether chuckles again. “He’s going to be a brat every time. But with a little practice,” Aether pauses to dig a bottle of lube out of the bedside table drawer, talking about Dew like he’s not even there.

“You’ll fuck the attitude right out of him in no time.”

Phantom takes in the sight before him. Dew is stretched out on the bed, slim legs spread and cock lying half-hard against his belly. Shiny silver rings threaded through pink nipples, peaked and pebbled in the cool air of Aether’s bedroom. Phantom’s eyes roam up his chest to the long blond hair spilling past his shoulders and pooling around his head. He stops at Dew’s face, where he’s grinning up at Phantom, sharp fangs on display. 

Predatory. A challenge. 

Phantom thinks he’s up for it.

“Lesson one,” Aether interrupts Phantom’s dumbfounded staring with a clap of his hands. “Kiss him.”

He gestures towards Dew with a nod of his head. Aether’s tone and facial expression have gone serious, and Phantom leaps to comply, crawling towards Dew on all fours until he’s hovering just above his face. Dew is still grinning up at him and Phantom can see just how beautiful the smaller ghoul is. Sharp cheekbones and icy blue eyes, a remnant of his past life as water ghoul. Now that he’s this close he can see the lightest dusting of freckles across Dew’s forehead, just near his hairline. 

Phantom takes it all in as he leans in for a kiss, brushing plush lips against Dew’s. Dew opens up easily for him and Phantom kisses him lazily. 

“Get your tongue into his mouth,” Aether snaps after only a moment, unimpressed. 

Phantom gasps and deepens the kiss, leaning further into Dew, licking into his mouth, past his fangs, feeling Dew’s tongue move wet and hot against his own. Dew hums into the kiss, opening his mouth wider to let Phantom in deeper. 

“Good,” Aether continues, satisfied. “He likes when you get rough with him. Bite his lip.” 

Phantom complies, nipping Dew’s bottom lip between his fangs. He’s rewarded with a groan from the little ghoul.

“Now spit in his mouth.” 

Phantom whips his head around toward Aether so fast his neck hurts. He half expects Aether to laugh, tell him he’s kidding, but his expression remains unchanged. He turns back to Dew, who’s grinning up at him again. The little ghoul closes his eyes, opens his mouth and sticks his little pink tongue out. Waiting patiently for Phantom to do as he’s been asked.

All the blood in Phantom’s head rushes straight to his cock and his vision blurs, suddenly lightheaded with how hot Aether’s command and Dew’s immediate compliance make him. His eyes don’t leave Dew’s mouth, wet and open and waiting for him. When he spits, spatters of saliva hit Dew’s tongue and chin. Dew swallows and Phantom immediately dives in for another kiss, tongue swirling into Dew’s mouth, fangs nipping at his lips.

“Good,” Aether repeats himself, shifting on the bed, adjusting himself in his pants. Phantom beams, hearing Aether’s own breathing start to pick up. Dew’s still propped up on his elbows, pupils blown out, lips pink and shiny with Phantom’s spit.

“Look how wrecked he gets just from kissing,” Aether chuckles lightly. “Now imagine how he’s gonna be once you get that fat cock of yours into him.”

Dew whimpers softly, spreading his legs wider as his smug little facade begins to falter. Phantom can see a thin sheen of sweat already breaking out across his small body. He wants to dive in, kiss him even more breathless. Tangle his hands in Dew’s hair and pull. Lick into his mouth and bruise those lips with his own. But he’s here for a lesson from Aether. Wants to be his best for Dew, to take care of him well enough to make Aether proud. So he sits back on his haunches and waits for the next direction.

“Now take your pants off and get yourself between his legs,” Aether commands. 

Phantom jumps up and shucks his pants and boxers, hard cock bobbing in the cool air of the room before he climbs back onto the bed and scoots himself between Dew’s spread thighs. Dew’s watching him with hooded eyes and his bottom lip trapped between sharp fangs. Phantom positions himself and Dew watches engrossed, with a blush that spreads across his pretty face, down his neck, and all the way across his chest. 

“Get your hands on him. All over him,” Aether continues. “He likes his nipples played with most.”

Phantom skims his hands up Dew’s lean thighs, travels them up over his sharp hip bones and across the soft skin of his stomach before coming to rest on his little pecs. He can feel Dew’s nipples, stiff beneath his palms. He rolls both buds between his thumbs and forefingers, dragging a low moan out of Dew’s mouth.

“Now play with the rings,” Aether tells him. “Pull on them. Don’t be shy now, he likes it to hurt.”

Phantom gasps again, tugging on the silver rings gently.

Aether clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“Harder.”

Phantom pulls harder and Dew groans with it, cock kicking, fully filled out and starting to glisten wet and shiny-sticky at the flushed tip.

“That’s right,” Aether goads, “Squeeze those little tits. Get him nice and worked up.”

Phantom squeezes and tugs, massaging Dew’s tight little chest and tugging at his nipples. Twisting the silver rings between his fingers.

“He can cum just like this, you know,” Aether interjects, sounding proud. “Just from having his tits played with. Get him worked up enough and he’ll be squirting all over you before you can even get anything inside him.”

Phantom and Dew both groan in unison. Dew’s cock kicks again, dribbling a glob of pre onto a wet spot pooling just under his belly button. Suddenly Aether has a hand on Phantom’s shoulder, pulling him back and off Dew.

“Not tonight though,” Aether drawls. “You wanna fuck him, right? Look at him. He’s getting desperate for it.”

Phantom nods furiously, cock hard and dripping. He feels just as desperate as Dew looks. So wrecked and they haven’t even fucked properly yet.

“Gonna have to prep him first though,” Aether interrupts. “So here’s your next lesson. He’s small and he’s tight. So tight you won’t believe it. Gonna have to work a couple fingers into him before he can take you. Gotta be careful though,” Aether squeezes Phantom’s shoulder again, “Don’t want him cumming too soon on those long fingers of yours.”

Dew groans again, and Phantom’s eyes snap back down to him. Dew is staring up at them both, jaw slack and chest heaving. His thighs are spread wide around Phantom’s hips, and Phantom can see his little pink hole fluttering with anticipation.”

Aether trails his fingers down Phantom’s arm before placing the bottle of lube in his hands.

“He’ll be wet inside already,” Aether starts.

Phantom turns to look at Aether, who is grinning down at Dew proudly.

Aether turns back to Phantom shrugging. “Ex-water ghoul,” he explains nonchalantly.

“He’ll be wet, but he likes it messy. Sloppy. He wants to feel it dripping down his thighs, smeared across his cheeks,” Aether explains, still talking about Dew as if he isn’t even there despite looking down at him fondly.

Aether turns back to Phantom, expression stern again. “Now get your fingers inside him before I lose my patience and do it myself. Start with one.”

Phantom scrambles to uncap the lube and squirts a generous amount directly onto Dew’s twitching hole, watching it dribble down and pool between his cheeks on Aether’s sheets. He runs the pad of his index finger through the slick and around the ring of muscle, petting softly before slowly pushing his way inside Dew’s burning hot body. Dew’s eyes roll back with it, groaning at the intrusion. 

Aether’s right. Tight. He’s so tight, Phantom thinks to himself and pushes his finger deeper, all the way in, up to the last knuckle.

Dew keens with it, arching his back off the bed, canting his hips up. Stiff little cock straining into the air as Phantom pets inside him with one long finger. Sliding out and back in again, watching with rapt attention at how eagerly Dew takes him. He fucks him like this, with one finger for a few more strokes, marveling at the way Dew feels inside. Hot and wet and so tight.

“Another finger,” Aether directs. 

Without hesitation Phantom pulls out and slides a second finger in alongside the first. Dew takes him in easily. He presses in deep, working Dew open. Scissoring his fingers, crooking the pads to pet all the way inside him, pulling sweet little gasps and sighs from the smaller ghoul’s mouth.

“Hmm,” Aether contemplates from behind Phantom’s shoulder. Making a show of sounding unsure, like he’s considering something.

Phantom stills his fingers, feeling Dew’s hot body throb around him, and turns to Aether.

“You know,” Aether muses. “Your fingers are so much slimmer than mine,” He holds one big hand out to emphasize.  “I think you might need to get three, maybe four of yours into him before he can take you.”

With that Dew lets out a deep, shuddering moan, hands reaching up to toy with his own chest. Pinching and rolling taut nipples between his fingers. Phantom feels him twitch around the fingers he still has buried in his ass. 

Aether quirks an eyebrow and grins, all fang. “I think he likes that idea.”

Phantom nods stupidly and pulls out, pressing back in with a third finger. Dew stretches around him, shiny pink rim swallowing his fingers up. He fucks him like that again, wet squelching sounds filling the air as he works Dew open wide.

“Good. Good. Four fingers now,” Aether instructs. “And make him hold his legs open for you so you can really get in there.”

Dew immediately reaches down to hold his legs open, not bothering to wait for Phantom’s input. 

Phantom scoots in closer and pulls out, reaching back to drizzle another glob of lube onto his already shining wet fingers. He smears more lube around Dew’s ass, rim twitching and fluttering as Dew holds himself open. Waiting.

He slips two fingers back in, then three. Fucks in and out a few times before crowding four fingers together and pushing them inside Dew slowly, watching with slack jaw as Dew opens up for him.

Dew’s head is thrown back. His chest heaves with concentration as Phantom pushes in and out with four fingers, pulling him open. Preparing him just like Aether told him to.

Aether hums in appreciation. “You’re doing so good. Look at that. Can almost get your whole hand inside him, can’t you?”

Phantom whimpers, free hand flying to his cock, squeezing the base. He’s gonna bust if Aether keeps talking like this. The feel of Dew’s hot body around his fingers and Aether’s filthy words are too much to take in together. He stops, shaking, breathing loud and heavy and trying to bring himself back under control.

“Yeah,” Aether continues, relentlessly. “Yeah he can take it all, your whole hand. But that’s a lesson for another day. Maybe next tour.” He laughs.

And with that he claps Phantom on his bare shoulder, the shock of it causes him and Dew yelp simultaneously. He wrenches his fingers from Dew’s body with a thick, wet sound and Dew yelps again.

Aether leans in to growl into Phantom’s ear, “You’re going to fuck him now. Just like I say. You’re gonna take real good care of him for me and he’s gonna be so, so good for you”

Phantom inhales and nods. Steadies his breathing and waits for the rest of Aether’s instruction.

“Slick yourself up. And let him see, he likes to watch. See you get that big cock nice and wet and ready for him.”

Phantom scrambles for the lube again, fumbling as it slips through already slippery fingers. He grabs the bottle, face burning, and squirts far too much directly onto his straining cock. He’s embarrassed, afraid Aether will chide him, but instead Aether rubs his back, comforting.

“Good,” he soothes, gentle again. “Just like that, he’s gonna like that so much. Feel how big you are, how wet you’re gonna get him. He’s gonna be so wet and so messy and so fucked open by you. You’re doing so good for him. For us.”

Dew’s still holding himself open when Phantom lines up, blunt head of his cock wet and sticky and sliding through the mess of Dew’s ass. He cants his hips up, pushing in, sliding inside so easily and taking in all the breathless little moans Dew gives him as he bottoms out. 

Phantom isn’t going to last long, he knows it. Not like this. Not with the way Dew’s hot little body feels so tight around him. Not with the sweet little noises Dew makes with each thrust of Phantom’s hips. Absolutely not with the way Aether is steadily feeding filth into his ear. Pressing his body closer to Phantom and growling dirty things directly into his ear as he desperately rails Dew on Aether’s bed.

“Mmm so good,” Aether drawls. “Taking care of my Dewdrop so good, I’m so proud of you.” Phantom feels Aether’s breath in his ear as he talks. Goading him to fuck Dew harder, mattress squeaking and headboard rattling. “You’re gonna wreck him all tour, aren’t you? Keep him nice and satisfied for me?”

“How about it?” Aether continues, “Fuck him fast and hard, bent over whatever surface you can get him on in the dressing rooms? Squeeze some bruises into those little hips? Make him go out on stage with your cum dripping down his thighs? Or maybe you have him ride you in your bunk on the bus, grinding down slow and deep onto your cock late at night? You’ll have to be careful though, he’s loud and you won’t want to wake the others or they’ll want to join in,” Aether grins. “Or what about hotel room nights? You’ll lay him down sweet and soft in those crisp clean sheets and eat him out, taste him on your tongue for as long as you can, until he’s sobbing, crying, begging for you to fuck him.” 

Dew groans on the bed, whispering a litany of soft little pleas and curses to himself as Phantom fucks in and out frantically, spurred on by the future Aether paints in his mind. He’s close, and by the way Dew is wriggling on his cock, grinding down and spasming around him, he must be close too.

Aether interjects again. The lesson isn’t over yet. “Fuck him harder. Go on, give him what he wants. Fold him in half and get those legs of his up by his pretty little face.”

Phantom pushes in blindly, folding Dew up, pressing him in half and pushing his knees down until he’s all but folded in half. His hips never falter, fucking frantically, the sharp sound of his skin slapping Dew’s wet ass as he fucks him as hard as he can. Dew wails with it, letting go of his legs and scrambling to jack himself off in time with Phantom’s thrusts.

Aether has one last trick, crowding his way closer to Phantom. Nosing into his temple, inhaling his scent. Phantom feels the metal loop of Aether’s nose ring as he nuzzles into the shell of his ear. “Give me your hand,” Aether growls, tugging lightly at his wrist until Phantom shifts his weight to support himself on one hand as he continues fucking hard into Dew.

Aether guides Phantom’s hand to Dew’s belly, just below his belly button and presses. All three of them groan in unison.

“You can feel it, can’t you? Feel yourself inside of him?”

Phantom nods frantically, sweat dripping off of his forehead and splattering onto Dew’s skin below. 

“Yes, yes,” is all Phantom can manage. This is it, he feels his orgasm barreling toward him, with every stroke of his cock inside he can feel himself through the taut muscle of Dew’s body, Aether firmly pressing down on his hand. Dew is still jacking himself frantically, head shaking back and forth on the pillow as Aether pushes down on his belly.

Aether leans in, grabbing Phantom’s head and turning it toward himself. He crashes his lips against Phantom’s, tongue pushing in and kissing him wet and deep before pulling back away.

“Come inside him now,” Aether commands, and suddenly Phantom can’t see straight, vision blurring and going dark around the edges as he cums with a shout, pressing in and shooting deep inside Dew’s quivering body.

He comes to just as Dew follows, clamping down on his still twitching cock and wailing, crying out “Aether, ohhhh, I’m - oh no Aether.” Dew’s babbling as his orgasm wracks his body, repeatedly crying out Aether’s name as he jacks every drop out of himself, splattering his chest and neck, a few stray droplets hitting himself in the face. Landing on those pretty pink lips.

Without waiting for Aether’s instruction Phantom dips down to kiss Dew, lapping the remnants of his release from his lips. Dew kisses back immediately. 

When Phantom turns to Aether he sees him grinning down at Dew. His face is flushed and he’s sweating. He leans down to give Dew a kiss of his own, and Dew reaches up immediately to wrap slender arms around Aether’s neck, pulling him in, kissing him deeply. 

Phantom sits there dumbly, softening cock still buried inside Dew. 

He watches them kiss for a few moments more before pulling out. That seems to get their attention again. The shit-eating grin has returned to Dew’s flushed face.

Now it’s his turn for Aether to grin at him. Reaching out to ruffle Phantom’s sweat damp hair. He cups his chin and looks him in the eyes. 

“You did so good,” he praises. “I know you’re gonna take such good care of my Dewdrop for me. There’s just one last thing for you to remember now.”

Phantom looks at him, wide-eyed, still gasping for breath.

“Fuck him all you want, but it’s gonna be my name he screams every time he cums.”

THE END and then Phantom and Dew both got on their knees and gave Aether a big old wet nasty sloppy blowjob as thanks for such an informative and thorough lesson.

[bonesy-doodles]

And the Ghouls are done! They are all soooo,,, twirls hair,,,, Tell me who's your favorite!!! And don't be afraid to ask for my ghouls head canons!!! I'd love to share <33333

[casperghoost]

[ashthewaterghoul]

Mushy May Day 11: Sitting On Their Lap - Aether & Phantom

Prompt list by @forlorn-crows can be found here All my Mushy May will be slightly shorter stories and can also be found on ao3 :) I was very busy yesterday then completely wiped out and tired so I didn't get the chance to post. You get two chapters today though so bonus lol Words - 710

    If there was one thing to know about Phantom, it’s that they are a cuddle bug. Physical touch was undoubtedly their love language and they didn’t discriminate with it. They loved cuddling on the sofa or in their nest, holding hands as they walked down the corridors, leaning against their pack when standing anywhere or taking naps against their shoulders. It was usually always platonic for them too. They just loved the company.

    Not only did they love to show affection in that way but it helped to ground them on bad anxiety days or when they’re overwhelmed. They also loved to knead against the other Ghouls to stim. Swiss’ stomach, Mountain’s arms, Cirrus’ thighs, Rain’s ass – they loved it.

    Right now though, they were curled up in a ball on the sofa, their weighted bat plushie clutched close to their chest and their hoodie drawn up closed over their face.

    Aether’s heart melted at the sight as he walked in to fix himself a coffee. When he had his mug he crouched in front of the sleeping bug and softly whispered: “You awake, darling?”     Phantom nodded as their tail snaked out to wrap around Aether’s waist, silently asking him to stay close. Aether smiled and rubbed their back as he sat on armchair that was unofficially his and got Phantom to come over. They kept their bat plushie against their chest for the pressure as they curled up tight into a ball on Aether’s lap, keeping their nose against his scent gland and feeling his pulse beating softly against their cheek.

    They let out a heavy sigh as Aether’s arms came around them and he purred for their comfort.

    “There you go, Bat, I’ve got you.” He said softly, not knowing what put Phantom like this but was more than happy to provide the comfort they needed.

    After a while Phantom at least opened the drawstring to their hood.

    “Didn’t sleep last night and my brain is everywhere.” They said quietly.

    “Nightmares?” Aether asked softly, knowing Phantom was very prone to them.

    They nodded and buried their face into the plushie.

    “I’m sorry, Wisp.” He said as he kissed their temple and rubbed their back, “Why didn’t you come and get us?”

    They shrugged.

    “Didn’t want to wake you. You’ve been working all the weird shifts.” Phantom said.

    Aether’s schedule had indeed been hectic lately but he still would do anything for the little bug.

    “That doesn’t matter, okay? I’ll never be mad at you and you’re always welcome to come to the nest for snuggles.” He promised with a small squeeze.

    Phantom let out a soft purr and nodded.

    Aether smiled and stayed in the silence with them.

    When he saw their tail reaching out for the remote to the TV, they whispered the show they wanted on and Aether gladly obliged. Phantom kept their head on Aether’s shoulder as they watched the TV, the subtitles on and the volume lowered so that they could try to relax even more. Aether couldn’t hold back his smile as he heard Phantom quietly reciting the lines to the show in time with the characters.

    Phantom’s body relaxed slowly as all the tension started to leave them and they basked in Aether’s hold; the older Quint having been quite protective of them since Day 1. The stars in both their horns often glowed brighter with each other and the feel of both their magic entwining in the air around them was always a particular comfort to them both.

    Phantom was smiling and back to talking at their regular volume by the time they’d watched a few episodes, even filling in the gaps in Aether’s knowledge about certain characters and stories. The clutch on their plushie wasn’t so desperate anymore, and they were brushing their nose along the fluff of its head softly as one hand softly kneaded at Aether’s pudge.

    “Thank you, Stardust.” They said with a smile after a little while of snuggles.

    “Of course, baby bat. You know I only ever want to make sure you’re okay.” He said with his own smile, gently kissing the space between their horns.

    The purr that Phantom let out in response would always be one of Aether’s favourite sounds in the entire cosmos.

[pomidaea]

Trying to figure out how to draw the ghouls

[the-pigeon-queen]

realizations

so anyway I've been trying to decide on my designs the ghouls

[bonncy]

photocards of the demon cats

[nastylittleghouls]

Phantom: I'm kind of crushing on someone, but I'm worried about telling you who it is because you're not going to like it Aether: Just rip the bandage off. Phantom: It's Nihil Aether: .... Aether: Put the bandage back on