#cascade ghoul

[shrimp-moment]

Alldone ✨️ Meet Cascade 😌

[finalgirlsamwinchester]

Rebecca A. Brown. 'Of Radioactive Sprites and Diminutive Tyrants: Hammer’s Monstrous Children' + Dustin Freeley, 'The Monstrous Child Replacement and Repetition in The Shining' from Monstrous Children and Childish Monsters

[halflifebutawesome]

BEHOLD! FOR THE SECOND TIME, THE GBVRAI LINEUP! now with another weird old dude!

waves my hands around vaguely I wanted to make a nicer looking lineup and more coherent post actually explaining the au. I've now made 2 gbvrai lineups but never a plain old hlvrai lineup. Whatever.

There's a complete AU explanation and individual character profiles (?) under the cut! check it out! ASK ME ABOUT IT !!! SMILES!!!!!

The basic gist of this au is that the science team, are a group of ghost hunting paranormal researchers. The Ghostbusters. You mightve heard of them. This isn't a 1 for 1 au where certain characters take the role of others, it's more just. What if the science team existed in the Ghostbusters universe. They're just the Ghostbusters now.

On a particularly odd case, they bust a ghost that seems... off. It's sentient, it's talking back, and it's psychokinetic energy is off the charts.

Thinking nothing of it, they return to the firehouse and prep the trap for containment disposal. Gordon's the new guy, so he's the unlucky dude who's been assigned the job of disposing of the traps. All the while the ghost will NOT shut up. It's weirdly powerful and seems mostly unbothered. It's name is Benry, and he's a little freak.

the ghost containment unit has been unstable for a while, overfilled with ghosts, but they have to dispose of Benry somehow, so they go ahead with it.

In this AU I'm kind of combining the Resonance Cascade with the Manhattan Crossrip (the Manhattan crossrip is the big scary ghost event that happens at the end of GB1). Basically what happens is that Benrys weirdly powerful ghostly energy, combined with an unstable ghost containment unit, tears a big rip in the fabric between the ghost realm and ours, letting all sorts of ghouls and specters free.

Imagine the Resonance Cascade, with all the aliens getting out and ravaging Black Mesa, but it's a bunch of ghosts getting out and ravaging New York. Gordon and the rest of the team have to fight their way through the ghost filled streets of NYC, and close the crossrip.

Heres some closeups and more individual info/thoughts for the gang!!

GORDON FREEMAN! The new guy. Again, this is less a direct 1 for 1 swap au kind of deal, and more just putting these guys in situations. Gordon's HEV suit, tho, I wanna talk about.

In Ghostbusters canon, they DO have a weird fucked up hazard suit. It first appears in the TRGB episode "Xmas Marks The Spot", where Egon uses it to travel into the ghost realm. I know it makes another appearance in the comics, in a way that's more HEV-esque, but I never finished the comics so idk. It's real tho.

I imagine here that the ghost containment unit is more like the reactor in half life, where it's hazardous to be around for too long, probably bcos of like. I don't know. Concentrated psychokinetic energy. Sure. In any case he needs to wear the HEV to use the containment unit.

My design here is taking the chest piece, helmet, gloves and belts and modifying them to look a little more HEV-esque.

Bennyyyy. Benrey benry beny. He's a ghost, as far as they can tell. It would be more appropriate to call him an entity of sorts.

He's not a ghost simply for the fact that he wasn't ever human. He wasn't ever a living person that died. He's some pure, really powerful, concentrate entity/being that leaked through from the ghost realm. He looks like. A guy, for the most part, but he's a mimic. Something pretending to be human. He's been around for a while, and has settled into this form. He's mostly corporeal, but can phase in and out as he pleases (noclipping) Switching from corporeal/incorporeal when it's funny.

He met Tommy when they were both a lot younger, Benry being fresh out of the ghost realm, and have been bestfriends ever since. ☝️ my au my weirdly specific tommybenny dynamic. Dw about it

TOMMY & SUNKIST!!!! Tommy has grown up around ghosts his whole life, and is pretty in-tune with them. This is proven with his bond to Sunkist, who's decidedly not a real dog, and his longtime friendship with Benry.

I gave him the goggles cos. Tommy's my fave and Ray's my fave and I think they're fun. Also cos if it WAS a 1 to 1 swap I would def have Tommy as Ray. Anyway. He's been a part of the Ghostbusters since he was little, like I said he grew up with them and around them. He's really knowledgeable about ghost types and physics. He knows all the ghost rules.

Sunkist isn't like. His dead childhood dog cos that seems. Kind of sad. Instead she's kind of a church Grimm or hell hound. An entity taking the form of a big huge dog that Tommy befriended when he was a kid, and has now kind of bonded to him. She's pretty corporeal as far as ghosts go, and can interact w the physical environment pretty well.

DARNOLD ^^ my friend darnold. Darnolds not usually super involved in the actual ghostbusting, and prefers to stay behind. He's more of the research and tech kind of guy, he studies the readings and takes measurements.

He's interested in psychokinetic energy and ghost residue and all sorts of like. Ghost sciences. Why some people stay behind, why some people just seem to die and disappear, the properties of the ghost realm and the ghosts themselves. Corporeality and degradation of personhood the longer someone's been a ghost.

When the Resonance Crossrip happens, he opts to stay behind and observe the effects of the insane amounts of ghost energy on the corporeal world.

Hes also a transfer over from the ghost engineers! That's a fun thing for me. I love the ghost engineers idc frozen empire gave me everything I wanted

FORZEN. Forzen is... the same thing as Benry. A mimic, something taking the form of a normal ghost to blend in or hide in plain sight.

He came through with the Resonance Crossrip, but obviously like. He knew Benry before (we WERE bestfriends..). He's not as powerful, which is why he wasn't able to sneak through when Benry did. He's also not super corporeal. He can only interact with the physical world if he's exerting a LOT of energy. Prone to flickering in and out of vision.

Upon coming thru the Crossrip, he kind of just. Decided to hang around the firehouse. Didn't wanna go much further, for fear of being ghostbusted and sent back into the containment unit. The source is the last place they'd look for him!

Darnold, who's holed up in the firehouse, is more than delighted to meet a ghost who's sentient and willing to cooperate to do some tests and experimentation to get never before documented results. They bond and they're cutesit. ☝️ DARZEN WIN. hi splash 👋

Dr Coomer and Dr Bubby are two of the three original founders of the Ghostbusters! They've been around for a looooong time. They're also married obviously but that's like a given.

They helped found the Ghostbusters, having met in college while both were studying parapsychology. I imagine their like. Parapsychology -> Ghostbusters pipeline was very in line with how GB1 starts, where they used to work in an academic environment before getting kicked out and founding the GB.

They're also both. Psychic. Because frozen empire has once again given me everything. Coomers got some like. Idk something that lines up with his self awareness in HLVRAI, maybe prophecy? Vauge visions of the future? Bubby has pyrokinesis. Duh.

and... Mr. Coolatta..... Tommy's dad...he was one of the founders along w Coomer and Bubby and at some point he. Died. And is now a reeeally really powerful ghost. maybe from the exposure to ghost energy or smth?

Now hes got gman powers and just kinda hangs around. Pretty corporeal and solid and. Present. For lack of a better word. But he IS a dead guy. Used to be human.

This is why Tommy kind of grew up around ghosts and knows alot about them :) Mr Coolatta is pretty benevolent, and mostly just kind of spooky and fucked up.

And that's. About it? I believe?? PLEAAASE ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT THIS I have so many thoughts. I've been working on this for like 2 months now. Lol.

[miasmaghoul]

I wish you would write a fic where Swiss and Aether are talking about their mutual crush on Rain and they get. Uh. Carried away with it. Together. You feel me?

"Pretty, isn't he?"

Swiss jumps at the low voice in his ear, bumping into the equipment case he's been skulking behind. Aether grins at him, that one gilded fang glimmering in the harsh light of their rehearsal space. He chuckles, bumps his fist against Aether's chest, and goes right back to ogling their newest addition through a gap in the cases.

"Hadn't noticed," he lies, and lets out a soft chuckle when he feels Aether slot himself behind him. Hands on his hips, stubbled chin on his shoulder, Swiss just has to reach up and give his hair a ruffle. "He's good."

"You sound surprised." Aether rubs their cheeks together. "Dew and Mist are the ones teaching him, I'd be more surprised if he wasn't good."

Swiss snorts, shrugs his concession, but he can't take his eyes off the ghoul on the other side of the room.

It's been a while since practice ended, but Rain had been adamant about staying behind. He's been working on a handful of different runs, sitting cross legged on the floor in front of Mountain's kit and plucking away at his strings with fingers that haunt Swiss' dreams.

"Saw him at the lake the other day," Swiss mumbles, absently tipping his neck when Aether noses at it. Rain shakes his head then, tosses inky curls out of his eyes, and Swiss recalls the way they clung to the back of his neck when Rain climbed up onto the dock. The way streams of water cascaded down his surprisingly muscular back, sparkling in the sun. "That was...something."

"I'm sure it was," Aether replies, low and amused. He gives Swiss' ear a playful nip. "Water ghouls are made to be wet, after all."

"Tell me about it," Swiss murmurs, sighing when Aether's arm slips around his waist. He doesn't lean back intentionally, but it's impossible not to. "Haven't been able to stop thinkin' about it."

"Did you say hello?" Aether's other hand strokes Swiss' flank, dragging his t-shirt up to expose the band of his sweatpants. "Or did you just watch like this?"

"Watched," Swiss replies, unfazed by the way Aether's careful touches drift under his shirt. No point in lying, and he's too distracted by Rain fingering his E string to try anyway. "Couldn't help it. There's just -"

"Something about him?" Aether finishes for him, a thumb hooking into Swiss' waistband. Swiss nods, licks his lips when Rain reaches for his bottle of water. The way his throat works as he swallows certainly shouldn't make Swiss' cock twitch, but alas.

He shifts his stace just a hair, but it's enough for him to feel Aether's own interest in the ghoul across the room. He lets out the smallest ghost of a snort.

"You too, huh?"

"I'm not blind," Aether chuckles into the juncture of his shoulder. That thumb gives his sweats a tug, fingertips brushing against the base of Swiss' semi. "Why else would I still be here?"

Swiss responds with a soft ha, and for a few long moments the pair of them simply stare. Swaying together to Rain's music, listening to his mumbled singing and watching him bob his head in time. Aether doesn't stop his casual groping through any of it, and it's no time at all before Swiss has gone nice and stiff against the seam of his pants.

"I need to see his cock," he blurts, rocking his hips, and the snort the other ghoul lets out makes his face warm.

"It's as pretty as the rest of him," Aether assures, and it takes a second for the words to hit. Swiss pulls away just enough to turn and raise an eyebrow, and Aether gives him a cheeky wink. "I was with Omega at his first physical," he explains, and Swiss has never been more jealous of Aether's infirmary work.

(Well, except maybe for that one time he got to hear the details of Dew's first prostate exam - but this is a close second.)

"You should tell me about it," Swiss tells him with a smirk, eyes dark. He wiggles his ass against Aether's bulge, forces out a low groan, and Aether pins him to his chest.

"I could," he shrugs, mouthing at the hinge of Swiss' jaw. "But I think you'd rather see for yourself."

Before Swiss can question it, Aether touches two fingers to his temple. Feeds him a flash of pale skin under harsh light, of a lithe body reclined on an exam table, of a thin cotton gown being untied by thick, gloved fingers to reveal -

"Shh," Aether whispers in his ear, those same fingers moving to cover Swiss' mouth before his rasping moan can give them away. "Don't get us caught. You'll ruin all the fun."

The other ghoul starts rubbing him through his sweats, slow and intentional, and when Aether's fat cock throbs against his ass Swiss would be lying if he said the thought alone didn't make him leak.

Shame is so overrated.

[yan-lorkai]

Can you please write Alucard headcanons when he realizes he has fallen in love with female reader? Reader is a immortal witch who works under Integra. She is a very kind, generous and sunshiney person. Total opposite of him.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Magic. Something as old as vampirism. Something he can smell in the air and quickly traces the scent back to you, Hellsing's new addition. So you are a witch? Interesting.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Having lived for several eons, Alucard has certainly met several witches before, all of them so distinct and different from each other. But there's just something about you that makes him curious. Maybe it's your familiars? Or would it be your amulets and crystals? Your chants and spells? Not even he knows what it was that captured his attention and forced his eyes to look for you whenever he entered a new room. But he is quickly becoming addicted to you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You are so kind, so good. So different from him. Fighting with you by his side always makes him giddy. There's grace in his smile whenever he witnesses you kill a ghoul or help a victim, the blood drying on your skin, the cascade of sweat descending on your forehead, you are simply a beautiful sight in his eyes. And he lets you know this after a mission, your face between his bloody hands as he looks into your eyes.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Alucard hasn't felt this way in a long time. Peace. Tranquility. These are feelings so strange and different from what he has always been used to. But he can get used to this. Alucard might get used to your form pressed against his chest inside his coffin or how gently you offer him your blood, not knowing what that means. He also loves to hear you talking about your spells and rituals that you have already performed, even about your patron you have one or about your familiar animal always accompanies you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He likes to hear you ramble about your witch things, this is literally him -> (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠). You are his little ray of sunshine.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ While he is a little protective over you, Alucard know you can protect yourself. You're part of Hellsing and he trust his master to know who is powerful and useful and who isn't. That said, he always has your back. Alucard is always hovering over your shoulders and giving anyone a stare so not to disturb you.

[s-4pphics]

moth. (e.w.)

Protected by the Crest. Guarded by light. 

𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓤𝓔

SYNOPSIS: knights of the devil, you all are to be conquered. 

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

WARNINGS: vampire!ellie, vampirekiller!oc, a lot to come FUCK, violence… so blood(drinking), death, murder, gore, suicide, religion briefly, cult-ish bindings, ellie's coven is so cunt, mentions of witchcraft, future tags: hypnosis, abducting, crazy smut

teaser.

1927

Dawn. Combat. Nightfall. Rest. 

Dawn. Combat. Nightfall. Rest. 

The cycle formed over the last decade has revolutionized you. It is all you know; the only remainder of solace you have in this dastard domain. The older you've grown, the more burials you attend. For strangers, for comrades. For children who have been brutalized and left to rot like swine. All enacted by the Devils that lurk in darkness. Radicalization overcame your senses; first writhed beneath your bones at the age of thirteen when intent to kill the Earth’s torturers flourished within you. Welcomed your stout standing with an offered, sharply angled wood. You have read. You have fought. You have been scarred and beaten bloody by the Overseers; suffered numerous nights of unrest due to the wails of your comrades under their scrutiny. 

Another burial, another Overseer. A prime Hunter that controls your underground dominion, trapped trenches below civilization that beam with only candlelight and the creeping rays of the flaming sun.

Protected by the Crest. Guarded by light. 

The lines you march alongside your comrades are congruous; heads covered with black hoods, dozens of silver-soled heels echoing against the tunnel walls. Not one Hunter out of place. Gruesome symmetry. The narrow halls of the tunnel spread into a perfect sphere near its end. Hunters due their promotion disperse along the widening space, encircling the flaming Crest in the center of the chamber. Both rows of teeth are inseparable; a dull ache in your jaw. 

Your heartbeat is reminiscent of drums. Each step is calculated. A second of delay, and… your brain cannot fathom the consequences. 

Rows of comrades enclose and tighten, standing strong before the risen floors where the Overseers inspect their battalion, hoods removed and insignia burning through their black capes. You sneak glances at them despite the rules of a downcast gaze in their presence; no longer than a second. Their years of battle have overtaken their appearance; gray drapes of wool that cascade their shoulders, creases by the eyes and mouth, hands that tremor. 

“Rise.” 

Necks crane until straightened. Palms raise for the Uncovering, hoods pushed until they lay flat at the peak of spines. The first time your heads have seen the unnatural light of the underground. Your Overseer from your recruitment has been replaced with anew; woman, tall and eyes as kind as a doe, but just as ruthless, just as conniving as he. Her lips spread around her white teeth, somehow more venomous than the ghouls that taunt the lands. 

“Welcome to the commencement of our Prodigies.” 

Despite you being only three rows from the raised platform, the Overseer sounds miles away. The rushing in your ears; the thumping in your chest is intruding. 

“You are all here to be recognized for your efforts. You should be proud of choosing the path of righteousness. Your dedication does not go unnoticed, and today marks the finality of your attainment.” 

“We bless you all with our thanks. For this night embarks society’s next generation of Hunters. You have all accepted your duty as a protector. A leader. A virtuous soldier for our Lord.” 

“The battle against Demons will be unkind… Many will be lost, but after years of sacrifice, use this night as a celebration of your bravery…” 

Silence. Then a seized breath. Faulting from an Overseer is unforeseen. 

“It may be your last chance to witness a night of peace… Of unity.” 

Her sudden somber timbre jostles your comrades, backs stiffened under their cloaks. Empathy: considered a display of weakness from your leaders. 

The winds of the tunnel shifted, aimed to suffocate. 

“Live as kings for this last night. Eat, drink… dance if you must. Because come dawn, you will abandon comfort, and return to the higher lands where anguish awaits.” 

One overseer, the man closest to the orator, extends a black, velvet pillow to her. A silver chain dangles from her wrinkled hands; a Hunters pendant, bordering a lit flame. 

“As the world’s Hunters, you will be honored with our sanctuary’s Crest. This will be your protection against the Lustful… They have demonstrated a great deal of power as they develop… Their spread is alarming… To even us.” 

“Do not fall victim to their allure. Their only desire is our demise. Deceit is their only weapon… But it will never compare to the light in your hearts.” 

Rumors have spread through the training grounds; ones of Hunters, Overseers, being blinded by their darkest desires. Controlled by the Devil’s knights to turn against each other. Entranced by pleasure, by riches. By immortality. Their desperation of becoming the rulers of society, tyrants of the land, past the seas… Brought them to their end. Many believed they were created to birth disarray — distrust between comrades. You, still, are not sure what to believe. 

“… All of your souls are blessed… Even in death.” 

Your palm rests over your pounding heart in oath recitation, promising to die for the cause of freedom. For humanity. The remainder of the ceremony hazes as cloaked patrons emerge from the depths of the cave as the Overseers disperse, dressing prideful Hunters with their pendants. They hang perfectly at the center of the sternum, the flames roaring the closer it lays to the heart. 

Your eyes do not wither from the ground, even with the silver shoes before you that penetrate the dirt. An Overseer is not often chosen to promote a Hunter, but she — the orator — blesses you. The heft of your pendant weighs heavy on your shoulders. You sigh a breath of relief at the glow behind metal. 

“Protected by the Crest. Guarded by light.” You say, dismissing your shock with a hand on your chest.

“Guarded, you are…” 

Her declaration is barely a whisper. She pauses, trembling pupils entangled with the glow of your chain, hypnotized by its glimmer. 

“Child.” 

You remain indifferent at her condemnation, against the gulp from your throat. She inspects your stance with the strength of a stalking lion before vanishing, cape gusting up dryness from below. 

“Someone’s special.” 

A hushed snark airs from behind you. Made to be a laughingstock for your comrades once again. But you are not 13. All naivety has been torn from your consciousness, and your vacancies are filled with revenge. 

The cave, for the first time since your recruitment, is undisciplined. Bass from the celebratory drums. Laughter… Laughter from your comrades, Overseers, patrons you recall from passing as they cheers with the finest wine. Intimidation and constraint are no longer. And still, you take no part in true fellowship. Jollity is forbidden. Leisure is forbidden. Benevolence is forbidden. You, and others amongst —children— were trained to hunt. To slain those who left the world in shatters. A morphed weapon of justice.

A laid hand on your shoulder makes you jolt, left frozen when you're met with the orator from the commencement. 

Come, she whispers, and you follow her path through the tunnels of the cave. She retrieves a lantern from the cavity floors and leads you to its corners, deep and untouched. Never once have you seen an Overseer smile, but she is. A pitiful one. 

“Why do you worry, Child?” 

“I do not worry,” You bite more than needed, “And I am not a child.” 

She takes no offense, “Pardon me. Why do you worry, Hunter?” Her tone is mocking, and your blood churns. 

One slip of tongue could earn a blade in your chest. You self-soothe with the foggy air expanding in your lungs. Your agitation calms, only briefly. 

“I do not worry,” Easier on the ears, “I am believed to be more than prepared—“

“There is no preparation against the Devils.” The hiss of a viper, her mouth turned down in dissatisfaction of your attitude. Your brows pinch. 

“Why have you brought me here?” 

Her chest rises and falls and her hands interlock. 

“Do you know your history, Hunter?” 

“It is all I’ve ever known, Master.” You retort with similar irreverence.

“Not the history of the Devils, you imbecile. You. Do you know of your lineage?” 

Your head rattles, “Surely not… A-All outside knowledge of history is forbidden. That is all we’ve ever been taught—“

“Shame on your mother for leaving you useless.” 

Her slander resonates through the tunnel and your conscience dissolves. The blade you always wield in your sheath presses against the throat of your superior, indented around the aged skin.

“I did not follow you to be defamed,” You rebuke with bared teeth, “Do not speak of my mother.” 

“What spirit…” Others would not blink twice at the mention of their family, dead or alive. 

“The Devils starve, Child.” She whispers. 

“What.” 

“They starve… Desperation grows within them as they migrate. They kill anything they can.” Distress grows in her face as she blathers. “Black magic. I have seen its bounds before my eyes. They have tormented and feasted on the blood of your ancestors! The controller of all Devils… She waits to enslave the last of your name—“

“I HAVE NO NAME!” 

Why must she lie? Why are you only hearing of this now? She lies. A shout that cracks through the underground. 

“Your lineage is most susceptible to the curse! You…” 

Tears hang from your lashes before splintering your cheeks. Panic-struck heaves hit your leader’s, her flyways brushing against her nose.

“They’ll torture you, Child.”

Sympathy. Survival. There is no difference. 

“What does it matter?” You whisper painfully, and your blade drops to your side, weeps unmasked. “So many have died before me. I-I do—“

“Your mother was one of us.”

Her wails are quiet and urgent.

“Ask… pray for her guidance.” 

“Mas—“

The Overseer advantages the weakness of your wrist; snags your blade from between your fingertips and glides the edge across her jugular, maroon coating her hands as she chokes on her own blood, her eyes glazing as she slides down the wall. You holler, knees weakening when her gargling form collapses into your arms. Life drains from her eyes with every exclamation you throw to the Heavens. You shout for help, but the depths are too narrow. 

No one comes. 

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You, by the grace of your Lord, somehow managed to flee the concaves without being spotted by your commune, cloak submerged in blood that is masked by its darkness. Anxiety forged in the pit of your stomach; unable to return to your base for the last peaceful rest, you ran. You cowered. Just when you believed it was out of your nature. 

An Overseer committed suicide, and you were the only witness. 

You went to your chambers after the accident—warning? — stuffed what you could into your satchel, and escaped the iron gates of your former home. Scaled them like a rabid hyena until your bandaged soles combined with tall greenery. The scene of never-ending land doesn’t ease your nerves, but you sprint until your lungs burn and your legs give out. 

Your path is blind, but your end is near. 

All fingers point at you. 

The greatest form of betrayal. 

The lifeblood of the wealthy always curdles: from concealed shame. From ego. From both; It always leaves a sour film over her tongue. Despairing times. The rosewood floors are bathed in red as the last breaths of her victim shake through her bedroom. A beautiful one, she was; dressed in skirts and stockings that ripped at the lightest touch. 

Blood drips down from Ellie’s mouth to the collar of her unbuttoned shirt, stains seeping into the crew of her undershirt. Barely any effort was needed to lure them all in. Desperation makes obscenity much sweeter. 

A knock erupts from the other side of her door before a sugary utterance echoes, “May I come in?” 

Ellie scoffs at the pester. 

“You may…” She replies.

The door opens, and she’s met with soft eyes twinkling with brown and burgundy. 

Her brow arches, “Not.” She concludes.

The raven-haired girl squints playfully and shuts the door behind her, “Hush, now,” Her strides are strong and assertive, puddles of red soaking the bottom of her heels. 

“Quite the mess,” she mutters at the scene with an upturned nose, “It smells.” 

“Who am I to complain?” 

“The only one that complains,” Her soft hands land on Ellie’s shoulders, and she sighs, taking in the worn appearance of her partner: under eyes darkened and sunk in, dry lips, voice hoarse.

“I bare news.” Dina whispers. 

Ellie curls a tweel of black hair around her finger, “Hm?” 

Dina leans in close, arms locking around the back of her lover’s neck, lips brushing Ellie’s ear. 

“Our little flower is on the loose.” 

Ellie’s body locks, and pressure grows in her fangs. “Liar.” She gasps.

“Nuh uh,” A kiss is planted to the corner of her stained mouth, “Word is she’s fled the sanctuary. Searches are apparently ongoing.” 

“Where.” Ellie presses. 

“Not sure… I came to ask if we should plan for her… arrival while the ladies are away.” Dina suggests with a conniving smirk. 

Ellie’s lips curl dangerously around her sharp teeth, a blinding white. She lifts her darling off the ground, spinning her in celebration as she squeals, droplets of evidence seeping deeper into the floorboards. 

“Absolutely.” 

wittle taglist :3 HIII DEAR: @elliewilliamsblunt

[ghoulangerlee]

dewther face fucking and dewther cockwarming meet dewther frottage I guess 🤷 will part 4 be dewther fucking?

usual: cock and cunt for aeth, frottage, Aether being kind to Dew and allowing him one orgasm :) and a call back to Dew's oral fixation

I do have to say I'm considering pillow princess aether for a diff part of this.

I'm posting this at midnight and peacing out bc I've had a long day, enjoy! I made myself mad at how many times it took me to spell dick right bc my thumbs are fat and I am tired haha so if you see a weird spelled dick I am so sorry

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At some point they get Dew's underwear off, Aether shoving them down over his thighs while Dew kicks them somewhere to the floor—only then does Aether let Dew settle between his thighs once more.

The insides of them are tacky with sweat and come, and Dew wants to bury his face there again and clean him up good and proper—he doesn't though, just settles back on his knees, biting his lower lip as his own cock curves up towards his stomach, hard and red and angry.

"Look at you," Aether murmurs, warm and fuzzy, sounding only a bit cock drunk as his gaze falls to the apex of Dew's thighs, he licks his lips, thinking only for a moment about how he'd like to have the fire ghoul in his mouth. "You need to come, don't you, baby?"

Dew hates how he whines, low and needy in his throat, curling a hand around his cock to hold himself, allowing himself just a small amount of pressure against the ridge on the underside of it.

Aether just smiles and reaches out, brushing the pad of his thumb over the head of Dew's cock before lifting it to the fire ghoul's mouth, murmuring for him to taste himself.

Eager, always eager to please, he wraps his lips around Aether's thumb, humming low in his throat at the taste of himself mixing with the salt on Aether's skin.

As he goes to draw more of the thumb into his mouth, Aether hums and pulls his hand away, shushing Dew when he makes a desperate sound in his throat.

"I know, I know, you just want to use your mouth, but I need you to use your pretty dick for me, baby," Aether murmurs sweetly, reaching down to guide Dew's cock up against his own, shuddering pleasantly at the way the ridge presses so snug against his own cock, "Just like this, baby. Not inside, not yet, but I want you to get yourself off against me."

Dew whines again, scrabbling to get his hands on Aether's thighs for leverage, "I'm not going to last long," he says in a rush, a bit ashamed, a flush painting his skin somewhat pinkish under the gray tone.

Aether shushes Dew again, grinds his hips up so his own dick rubs against Dew's, "Don't care baby, this is about you right now. Come whenever you want."

A shaky exhale, a shuddering breath and Dew grinds his hips forward in the cup of Aether's hand, groaning loudly at the slick drag of soft, smooth skin against his ridge, the friction making him nearly black out.

Aether hisses, adjusts his own dick so, very briefly, their tips touch, sending shocks of pleasure through him.

Dew feels it too, reacts as his own precome mixes with Aether's slick to make everything even more wet and slippery, and he moans, loud into the room, his skin flush, chest rising and falling rapidly.

He's not going to last long, can feel it building in him as he fucks forward into Aether's hand, against Aether's dick, his head falling forward, hair cascading over his shoulders in a waterfall of gold, he's murmuring Aether's name over and over, as if it's the only thing he knows.

Aether is entranced, watching the fire ghoul, his face expressive, the wetness on his lashes, the way his hips stutter in rhythm the closer he gets—

"Come for me, love," Aether murmurs, tightens his hand around them, shifts the angle a bit until Dew's dick nudges maddeningly against the head of his, over and over and over.

Dew gasps, murmurs Aether's name under his breath as he fucks forward—fingertips pressing more bruises into his thighs as he holds tight under the force of his orgasm, things going slick and messier as he continues to fuck into the circle of Aether's hand until things get prickly and overstimulated.

When he pulls away, he's shaking, his dick softening against his thigh—his breath catches in his throat as his eyes track down, his come smeared all over Aether's dick, his cunt and Dew feels ravenous all of a sudden.

"What do you need from me?" He asks, there's a hint of a growl in his throat, eyes flashing as he watches where he'd marked, something primal rising up in him.

Aether grins, all sharp teeth, shifts his feet and widens his thighs, "Your mouth," he says, "Won't take much for me, you've got me all worked up, babe."

Dew growls low in his throat before he pounces, draws two more orgasms out of Aether in thanks.

[pro-memoriia]

Some head canons for how I think the ghouls (IMPERA, including Aether) can be in bed.

Ghoulette version here.

TW: Mentions of blood play, knife play, asphyxiation, and hitting + hair pulling in a sexual context in Sodo's section. Highlighted in red. Please skip if you're uncomfortable.

NSFW below the cut. You have been warned.

Note: I was going to do the ghoulettes, but I lost all my brain power. I might make a PT2 for them.

Rain:

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Exhibitionist. Not with strangers, but with Papa and the other ghouls, he loves to show off how pretty he is.

Unpredictable attitude. One minute he can be whimpering and pleading and then a second later be giving sassy comebacks to things his partner (s) is saying.

Switch, leaning sub. He's very adaptable since he's had his fair share of partner's who've liked different things. He overall prefers to be a sub and a bottom, but he can absolutely switch if he needs to. He's also a very good power bottom.

He's a dacryphiliac. Whether it's him crying or his partner, something about the smell of the tears and the way they look cascading down a beautiful face arouses him.

Loves playing dress up. He enjoys wearing lingerie and dresses and stuff because it makes him feel pretty. And he definitely won't complain if his partner wears something nice either...

Hates background noise. He doesn't like if there's something playing in the background, even music. It distracts him and sort of kills the mood. Especially if it's a show or movie or something.

Hates erotica. He doesn't like reading sex.

Will not ever fuck in his bedroom with the big light on. Small lights or no light.

Swiss:

Very open-minded. He will try pretty much everything at least once. As long as it's consensual and not harming anybody, he's down for at least trying it. However, there are certain kinks he does like more than others.

The biggest switch you'll ever meet. He can top, bottom, dom, sub, whatever is needed of his partners. He can be mean or sweet or anything. Very skilled when it comes to being in different positions.

Absolutely loves giving head. It doesn't matter whether his partner has a dick, or a vagina, or both. He will absolutely go down on them with enthusiasm. (He's also an avid cum eater.)

Not often serious. He prefers to joke around or at least be casual during sex. If his partner wants completely serious sex, he'll do it, but he prefers to be able to let loose a little.

He absolutely loves sexual media. He loves sex scenes on TV, he loves erotica, even fan fiction.

Extremely good at aftercare. Food, drinks, baths, kisses, cuddles, praise, everything. Will absolutely dote on his partner afterwards, no matter if he's been rough or not.

Has a specific playlist for sex. He enjoys fucking to the beats of songs and some also just get him in the mood.

Will do it pretty much anywhere and any time. Of course, he knows to be respectful and keep it contained in front of people who don't want to be involved, but nonetheless, he's DTF at almost any moment.

Phantom:

The bottom-est bottom to ever exist. He might get a little rough at times, but he is absolutely not dominant.

Only praise, no degradation. If he is degraded, it will go to his head and he will cry.

Secretly wants a ghoul there to ground him. If he's with a Sibling Of Sin or something, he might get a little anxious or shy. If Rain or Swiss or Mountain and somebody from his pack shows up, it gives him a lot more confidence.

Messy eater, if you know what I mean. He absolutely loves going down on others. He likes knowing he's making somebody feel good and likes getting praised. However, he's still learning, and even if he weren't, he'd probably still be just as sloppy. But it's over, because it's so sweet to look at him and see his face covered in cum.

He's like a puppy. He's so shy, yet so eager. All he ever wants is to make his partner feel good and happy, and get praised in the process.

He will fold for the simplest of things. Compliment him, pet him, praise him, kiss him, anything and he will be on his knees for you in the blink of an eye.

His favorite "teacher" is Swiss. Swiss is where he learned some of the kinks he had, different positions, how to please people with certain anatomy, etc. Literally involve Swiss with anything and he'll follow.

Tail wagger. If he's getting fucked real good or really absorbed in getting head, his tail will move like a helicopter. Back and forth, super fast. You can't get angry with him for it though, he's too sweet.

Dewdrop / Sodo:

Aggressive. It does not matter what position he's in or anything, unless he's sad, he's at least a little bit aggressive.

Will use his own tail. He loves using his tail to give himself and his partners pleasure. Whether it's rubbing their clit, jacking them off, or rubbing their nipples, he loves it. He thinks it's fun.

Major tease. This little brat will do anything to fuck with his partner. Whether it's small touches cocky remarks about their sexual secrets. He just loves causing trouble.

Loves when his partners are loud. Not only does he find it arousing, he also finds it amusing. He can and will use it against them outside of the bedroom too.

A slight sadomasochist. He's not incredibly big on it, but he likes some pain play. If a partner asks to bring knives or something into bed, he'd do it. And he's totally down for some blood (even periods). And you've seen him choke Rain, he's open to breathe play. But seriously, pull his hair, bite him, even slap him, he'll love it, and he'll do it back if you ask nicely.

Loves having multiple partners at once. Invite him to a threesome, foursome, fivesome, even so much as an orgy, he's 100% down. He loves the extra company.

Temperature play. If they're into it, he'll totally use his element to file his partner's up. He's hot in more ways than one.

No. Stuffies. He hates doing it around toys or stuffed animals or anything because it makes him feel like he's being watched and judged. And also he gets thrown off when he looks away from his partner's pleasure filled expression to a little stuffed unicorn or something.

Aether:

Soft dom, all the way. He is the sweetest, most doting fucking teddy bear one could ever have for a partner.

Gentle manhandling. He will basically bend and reposition his partner in any way he wants during the act, but he's very careful about it so he doesn't hurt them.

Very, very fixated on communication. While the others discuss boundaries with their partners, nobody will do it like this guy. He's always checking what he's allowed to do, if they're comfortable, if they know their safe word or need to say it, everything. He wants to do everything in his power to take care of his partner and would be absolutely devastated if he hurt them or crossed their boundaries in any way.

"I just wanna take some pictures." If they let him, he will take photos of his partner during sex. And if they really feel like being nice, he'll carry those photos in his wallet and phone case. He just wants to look at them when he's missing how they feel, it helps him get off.

Breeding kink... He doesn't know why he likes it so much, but the idea of filling his partner up with cum and just keeping them stuffed full of him makes his dick and his heart throb.

Loves any close and intimate position. He loves being close to his partner and being able to touch and feel and kiss them. If not, it'll throw off his rhythm when he's fucking.

Much prefers coziness. He loves having sex in his bed the most. When he's intimate, he just enjoys having pillows and blankets and more plush and soft surroundings.

Aftercare king. He will feed his partner, bathe them, carry them, kiss them, cuddle them. Anything they want. He just made them feel good, but he can't just stop after an orgasm.

Mountain:

Huge. Ginormous even. He's a big guy with a big cock. And that's okay.

Mostly gentle. Unless he's really stressed out or he's near/in his rut, he always prefers softer, sweeter, slower sex. Especially if he's the one penetrating somebody else. He knows his size can hurt already, but going at his hard and fast would probably give his partner a tummy ache and he doesn't want that.

Loves outside sex. Whether it's in the forest or the greenhouse, or even just on the patio outside the Ministry. He just loves being intimate in his element.

Ghoulish head... He will purr and his tail will wag when he gives head, especially if it's AFAB anatomy. It's like he gets drunk or sleepy when he goes down on his partners. His tail will move all swiftly, he'll be pretty much vibrating from purring, and he'll smile up with pearly white fangs and a tongue coated in cum.

Quiet, for the most part. He really just whimpers and grunts a lot. Except he can be talkative sometimes.

Cannot and will not be involved with degradation. It's awkward for him to be on the receiving end, and if he does it to someone else, he might cry.

Very sensitive to smell. If he gets a whiff of his partner's arousal, he will immediately be alert. His tail will wag, his pupils will dilate, and he'll be almost shaking, but in a good way.

Kind of has a thing for double penetration... He's mentioned using a drumstick in other ways before but always played it off as a joke when rejected. But with another ghoul in the mix, he'll be so excited and that partner will not be walking straight or sitting comfortably for at least a few days.

[bupia]

42 with dew 🌹

Inexperienced Smut Prompts: Dewdrop, Ghoul

"So excited already..."

There's a smut bellow the cut, +18 only, please. (oral sex & fingering; overstimulation) [AFAB!Reader]

"Are you sure about it?" he inquired.

"Y-Yes," you managed to say trying to sound less nervous than you were.

"You know you could ask it to Papa and he would do it for you," he said with a playful giggle escaping his lips.

"I know," you averted your gaze from his, staring at the floor. "But... I really want you to do it."

"If that's what you want," he took a step closer to you, causing your back to colide against the wall of the hallway. "I can help you with it."

Dewdrop got his body pressed on yours, leaning his face down to your neck, taking a deep breath. His hand found it way to your waist, he turned your back to him and pressed his body tighter against yours.

"You're so excited already..." Dewdrop whispered close to your ear. "I can smell it on you."

You turned and looked at him above your shoulder. "I... I can't help."

"I thought you would be a little more nervous," he teased with a grin.

"No, I'm not," you replied, biting your lower lip.

He leaned in and kissed your cheek before whispering, "I want you to know that I'm not going to hurt you."

His words had the effect of making you feel a touch shy, and you nodded in response, your cheeks tinted with a hint of a blush.

"I... I know."

"You don't sound too sure of it," he said playfully. "Are you sure you want me to do it?"

You turned your body to look at him, face-to-face. You sighed and leaned against him.

"I just don't know what to expect," you answered honestly.

"Should we..." he paused, taking a deep breath. "Move to my quarters, so you can find out?"

You nodded and he grabbed your hand. You followed him down the hall towards a door, his quarters door. When you walked into the room, you were surprised by how small it was. The bed almost took up most of the space. A dresser stood against the wall and a nightstand next to it.

Dewdrop turned to you. "Feel yourself at home," he told you.

"Thank you," you said shyly.

"Now," he started, slowly removing his mask.

Your gaze remained fixed on him as he took off his mask, allowing his hair to cascade over his shoulder, as though it had materialized from beneath the concealment. In an instant, his yellowish eyes locked onto yours, sparking a fervor within you.

"Get undressed for me," he ordered.

You started to protest but he cut you off with his finger over your lips. "I will not tell you again."

You nodded seeing him smiling. You began to remove your habit, his eyes following every move you made. When you were completely naked, he stepped forward and kissed your deeply. His hot hands roamed over your body causing a contrast to the heat of your own body.

"You feel so good," he whispered in your ear. "Touch you is so good," he continued. "I want to touch you everywhere," he added, pulling away from your lips.

He took your hand on his, leading you to the bed, lying you down. He reached out and ran his fingers through your hair.

"You're so soft..." he commented. "So smooth," he whispered.

Leaning in, he kissed your neck. You moaned softly as he pressed warm kisses on your neck again, this time moving to your collarbone. He kissed and licked every inch of your neck with his forked tongue until he reached your earlobe. He gently sucked it into his mouth, causing you to moan louder.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"Yes," you replied breathless.

"Good," he grinned. "Because I'm going to make you scream my name."

He slowly kissed his way down your neck, stopping briefly to suck your nipples into his mouth. He moved down further, kissing your belly button. He stopped there and used his tongue to trace a like around it. He then kissed his way down to your core. He looked up at you and smirked.

"It looks like someone else is enjoying this as much as I am," he said.

He slid down, kissing your inner thighs. You could feel his warm breath on your core. He blew softly on it, making you shiver. He continued and flickered his tongue across your arousal. You cried out and he continued to lick and kiss your flesh. He kissed the inside of your tight, avoiding your clit. He stopped there, breathing on you. You whimpered, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter.

"P-Please, dew..."

He blew harder, blowing across your clit. You moaned loudly and he blew harder yet, blowing directly on your clit. Then he slowly ran his tongue along your slit, he slowly licked his way up your slit, pausing to suck each of your folds into his mouth. You felt your legs tremble and instinctively closed them with a fast move. Dewdrop grunt and spread your legs apart in a abrupt move, burring his face in your core.

You gasped as his tongue darted out and licked you. He licked up and down your slit, occasionally flicking your clit with his tongue. You grabbed the sheets with your fists, squirming beneath him, trying to get closer to his mouth. He laughed devilishly and slid two fingers inside you. You whined as he pushed them deep inside you.

"You can beg for it, but we need to get you ready, right?"

You couldn't reply him as he pumped them in and out of you, using his thumb to rub your clit. He pushed them as far inside you as they would go and curled his fingers upward, rubbing your spot. You closed your eyes and moaned louder.

"DEW!" you screamed.

You heard a pleasant chuckle coming from him."I told you I was going to make you scream my name, didn't I?"

He sucked your clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, licking it across the split of his forked tongue, sending shivers of pleasure down your body. Your hips rose off the bed as you couldn't handle it, you came hard. But he didn't stop though. He kept sucking your clit and fingering you, your walls contracting on his fingers.

"Oh- Fuck, Dew! Ye... yes!" you moaned, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. "Don't stop," you begged.

He inserted another finger and increased his pace. You felt another orgasm building. It was like if he knew exactly what to do to bring you to the edge. You screamed his name again, hearing another pleasant chuckle coming from him, and this only made he pumped his fingers faster in and out, hitting your spot.

"D... Dew... Please, I can't take it, please," you whimpered, begging. But the reality is that you didn't want him to stop, not even for a minute.

He sucked harder on your clit, bringing it to his mouth, biting it lightly. Letting it go with a loud pop sound, he growled, rolling his eyes in pleasure. He went removed his fingers inside you, replacing them with his tongue. He licked your core from bottom to top, tasting your juices. He lapped up every drop of your previous orgasm, savoring it.

"Fuck, you have the sweetest taste ever," he said with a husky tone. "How can you be so tasty?"

"Dewdrop! Fuck me!" you yelled.

Dewdrop slid his tongue into your entrance, furiously, thrusting his tongue in and out of you. He licked harder, faster, making you scream in pleasure.

"Please, please, please, I can't do it anymore," you whimpered, arching your back. "Please, I need you, I need you dew!"

He shoved his fingers back inside you and pumped you with them. Using his other hand, he rubbed your clit, creating a mix of sensations between your legs.

"Just one more time," he pleaded. "Cum just one more time for me," he said. "Please, you're doing so well, I need you to cum just once more for me."

"Ah! I... I'm go-Oh! Yes! I'm going to cu-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as your orgasm hit you hard. Your muscles contracted around his fingers. You screamed again, and he removed his fingers, licking your core clean.

"I knew you could do it," he said with a mischievously smile on his lips.

You couldn't utter a word, your chest was moving fast as you tried to breath. He climbed onto you, licking your juice from his lips, slowly growing a devilish on his lips.

"Ready to scream my name even louder now?" he asked.

You locked your gaze on his and squeak as you felt his hardness pressing between your wetness. You nodded and he leaned down, taking your lips in a passionately kiss.

[hrefna-the-raven]

The dress

Main masterlist - Fallout masterlist

Summary: you found a well preserved dress from the pre-war era and you just had to try it on

Warnings: smut (18+)

Notes: I got sidetracked by Gage's charm 😅

Gage loosely draped the towel around his waist and marched into the spacious chamber of the Fizztop Grille. Having spent an entire day of shooting through ghoul infested areas, crawling through the dirt and almost getting knocked out by the spinning carousel, you had the audacity to shove him aside to shower first. You might have been the Overboss, but he was the one to put you in that position and as he spent time with you, he grew soft on you but that would end now. He was determined to draw a clear line when it came to shower privileges.

"Now listen up bo-"

He stopped in his tracks, finger still lifted, his eyes glued to your form. You were standing by the window, your damp hair cascading down, gracefully running your hands along your curves as you spun around in that delightful teal blue tea swing dress you had stumbled upon earlier. The V neckline dipped just below your breasts, revealing just enough to set Gage's mind ablaze. He wanted to be mad but he remained rooted to the spot, as though struck by lightning, unable to move a single muscle apart from the stirring between his legs. He swallowed a moan that was forming in the back of his throat, unsure whether he wanted to run out of the room or kiss you right then and there. You finally turned around, your eyes meeting his and with a broad smile on your lips and you danced over to him.

"I think I gonna keep this one, it looks gorgeous. I haven't been able to wear anything like this since before the bombs dropped, it's a miracle this dress is in such a good condition after two centuries."

You hummed, spinning around but were abruptly stopped by Gage's hands holding your shoulders. For a short moment the air crackled with that sweet anticipation, both of you staring at each other. It was strange gazing into both of his hazel green eyes, hardened by the life he lead and yet holding an alluring beauty to them. Before you could utter a single word, his lips crashed onto yours, pouring all the love he tried to hide from you into this one passionate kiss. Breaking away first, he chuckled softly as he struggled to catch his breath. His calloused fingers tenderly brushed aside a stray strand of hair from your face before caressing your cheek.

"You're a real stunner, you know that?", he spoke in a gentle voice.

"And you're a big old softie", you hummend in response, earning a heartfelt laughter from Gage, "so what comes next?"

"Next?", a mischievous smirk formed on his lips, "the fun stuff."

His hand lifted up the hem of your dress while he placed his other hand between your thighs. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed the lack of underwear.

"Naughty boss", he chuckled, dragging two fingers along your folds.

You moan shamelessly, running your fingers over his growing bulge underneath the towel.

"Seems your just as naughty", you smirked.

The sounds spilling from his lips as you kept caressing him are delicious, the sweetest melody played for your ears only. You gasped when he pushed two fingers into you, curling them slightly as he kept thrusting them at a merciless pace. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your head tilting back, eyes shut tight, attempting to resist the approaching orgasm. Gage charmed his way into your heart the moment you set eyes on him. His gravelly voice, the irresistible grin and that big heart buried under the many layers of a hard life, it was impossible to not fall for him.

Gage found himself trapped in the same situation the moment you stepped into the Gauntlet. That untouched pre-war beauty combined with the toughness and sarcasm pierced right through his heart. He knew instantly that there was no return from the feelings that grew deep within him. He managed to hold on until today, the resistance he clung to became futile the moment he saw you in that damned dress.

"Porter", you moaned, your gaze meeting his, lips parted slightly.

He growled deeply when he felt your walls clench around his fingers as you came undone, drowning in the pleasure he gave you. You chuckled, panting heavily while your mind was still hazy from the orgasm that just waashed over you. Gage licked his fingers clean, humming content as your sweet taste filled his mouth.

"I...I should maybe return the favour", you murmured, reaching to remove the towel, but he stopped you.

"Nah boss, I'm damn fine with watching you like this for now", he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, "ain't makin' promises for later though."

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[irenesweirdpinkstaff]

Goth Songs for the Ghouls :)

Phantom: Mi Amour, Mi Vampira by DECIETS

Rain: Cascade by Siouxie and the Banshees

Swiss: Floorshow by Sisters of Mercy

Aurora: Cassandra by The Naked and The Dead

Mountain: The Hanging Garden by The Cure

Dew: 92 Degrees by Siouxie and the Banshees

Cumulus: This Corrosion by Sisters of Mercy

Cirrus: I’m the Woman that Killed Jack The Ripper by Scary Bitches

Aether: Scopes by Bauhaus

Several of these are just because i think they would like them, and others are because of how i see them personally. Not all of these are great or super accurate to what the song is about, but more what i feel it is about. (and how i’ve been able to interpret them)

Mi Amour, Mi Vampira is just a song Phantom would constantly have on repeat sorry guys.

Cascade is one of my favorite Siouxie and the Banshees songs. It is a sad song. Rain strikes me as a sad song person. The lyrics are also kind of off putting: “My chest was full of eels/Pushing through my usual skin.” i feel that Rain’s whole vibe just screams this song.

Floorshow is a fun song, with very interesting vocals. the song mostly describes a group of people dressed in black with makeup who are dancing. Swiss is known for his shimmy so… Floorshow. Coincidentally, also one of my favorite Sisters of Mercy songs.

Cassandra is a song about a religious girl, but it is the darker side of religion. it is a song about religious trauma. I mostly just see Aurora vibing with the song, not necessarily relating to it. *this song does describe abuse at least the way i see it

The Hanging Garden is one of my favorite The Cure songs. the lyrics describe monsters in the garden. The song itself seems to be describing a nightmare. overall, fun song.

Dew’s is kind of obvious, 92 Degrees starts off with a monologue saying most murders are committed at 92 Degrees (really bad summary). The song describes sort of heat stroke, and maybe a mirage sort of thing. it’s a good song. I was also debating choosing Souvenirs of Surgery by Specimen for him, i think it’s again obvious why. however, i think the song isn’t particularly right, but still a good song :)

Cumulus’ is a song with very beautiful vocals, and she has very beautiful vocals. also, it’s just a very fun and dynamic song in my opinion.

I’m the Woman that Killed Jack The Ripper is a really good song where the person described by the singer is a vampire who kills Jack The Ripper. Cirrus is a badass and she would totally love this song as well as every Scary Bitches songs. you might know their most popular song Lesbian Vampyres from Outer Space.

Aether's is a goofy song because Aether is goofy. Scopes just names a bunch of words that include scope, including: telescope and microscope. i think he would generally enjoy Bauhaus cause their music is so fun but also unique.

i could probably do a whole list of songs for some of them, but here’s what i came up with, as a goth who happens to like ghost as well

[forlorn-crows]

Crowieeeeee babyyyyyyyyyyyy

I am thinking of WOMEN

Cumulus and Aurora. Mutual masturbation.

Do what you will >:)

lets hear it for the LADIESSSS

"Fuck, 'Lus," Aurora gasps. Cumulus snaps her gaze up to her face, biting back a moan when she sees how desperate she is. Her white short-cut hair bounces with her rabbit-quick thrusts on the vibe strapped on the pillow between her legs, little fangs poking out of the determined line of her mouth. Aurora tosses her head back, exposing the flush on her throat. 

“Close, love?” Cumulus asks. Her own fingers swirl lazily around her own clit, teasing, working herself up slowly—especially in comparison to the smaller ghoulette in front of her. 

“Yes,” she groans. She swipes her cunt rapidly up and down the head of the wand.

“You’re such a greedy little girl,” Cumulus comments. Aurora’s already cum twice, heated and in quick succession.

“Can’t help it,” she chokes out. “You’re so hot.” Cumulus sure she is, spread across the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed, long curls cascading, haloing out behind her face, legs spread wide for ample viewing. 

“Could say the exact same about you, sweet thing. Bet you feel so good, hm?”

Aurora jolts, her thrusts becoming erratic. “Lucifer, ‘m gonna cum,” she grits out. She clicks the button with a manicured thumb, ratcheting up the intensity. “Yes, oh, yesyesyes. Fucking mommy oh fu—” She doubles over onto herself, shouting as her third orgasm shoots through her, slick squirting onto the pillow and the sheets. 

“Unholy shit,” Cumulus whines, dipping her own hand between her folds. Her other hand gropes at her chest, squeezing a pert nipple between her fingers. 

Aurora perks up mere ten seconds later with a satisfied grin, panting hard. Cumulus gives her an amused look and shakes her head in disbelief.

“‘Mommy’?” she teases.

“Stooopp,” Aurora whines. There’s a smirk on her face though, a mischievous little glint to her eye. And still, her little hips are moving. “‘Lus, you are so mommy, come on.”

“Maybe,” she muses. “Come here, my insatiable little girl.” Cumulus pats the thigh closest to the other ghoulette. “Would you ride my thigh?” she asks sweetly. “Want you closer.”

“Uh, duh.” She clicks off the vibe and tosses the pillow aside. “Ugh, look at you, ‘Lus. You’re so pretty,” she whines again, straddling her leg. 

“You’re so pretty,” Cumulus coos.

“Don’t mock me, you gorgeous, rotten thing,” Aurora huffs jokingly. 

“Fine, I’ll be quiet once you start riding my thigh.”

Aurora’s grin grows so wide. “Done.” She settles onto her leg, sighing when her wet cunt meets slightly chilled flesh. She runs her pretty hands down her body, putting on a purposeful show before bracing one hand on Cumulus’ hip and nestling the other just above her clit. 

And then she moves. Grinds down into the meat of Cumulus’ thigh and moans at the friction.

Cumulus drops her head back onto the pillows with a groan. “That’s it, just like that, love.” She rubs her clit between the V of her fingers, eyes fixed squarely on Aurora’s sex dragging back and forth on her skin. She can hear it too—hear how wet she is, how each movement is punctuated by the noise of her slick. It does nothing but stoke the fire in her belly the longer she watches. 

“Let me put my fingers inside you,” Aurora says suddenly after a few long moments. “Let me help, let me—fuck—fill you up, ‘Lus, please.” Her hips have slowed some, settling for a slow roll instead of frantic humping. 

“Oh,” she whimpers. “But your nails, sweet thing.”

Aurora is already biting off the nails on her first two fingers, spitting them out across the room. She waggles them in front of Cumulus’ face with a self-satisfied grin. “Stick-ons. Always. Paint ‘em to match the others.”

Cumulus laughs, high and almost melodic. “You’re such a smart ghoul.” She shifts to lay down further, hiking up her free leg to give her better access. She spreads her folds, tilting her head coyly at Aurora. “All yours, love.”

The noise Cumulus makes once she finally sinks two fingers inside is enough to make Aurora squirm. 

[portaltothevoid]

you're losing me part ix -- copia x reader

warnings: all the angst, brief mention of blood

word count: 4.8k

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Copia bursted through Sister Imperator’s office door, emotions still running high. “Where is she?!”

“Who– Where– What?” Her tired eyes showed a slight disdain at someone barging in unannounced yet again. She pinched the bridge of her nose with a lengthy sigh. “What happened now?”

“Fucking Terzo! All of a sudden he’s been talking to Infernals and saying there’s more about the goddamn prophecy!”

“Such as…?”

“‘By her side remains one of the halves from the sacred consanguineous line. Together, they bring forth a new age.”

Imperator pursed her lips together, a look of concern eclipsed her face before she slammed her hand on the table in frustration. “We need those fucking books from Rome.”

“With all due respect, but what good are some books going to do?” 

“Cardi, listen to me. You and I both know Terzo cannot be the one by her side. I don’t care what the Infernals are saying to anyone. She needs to complete her first summoning ritual immediately and you– you need to summon an Infernal.” Her tone was stern, words commanding.

“He threatened to send me back to Italia,” Copia said, briskly and quietly.

Imperator let out a cold laugh. “Ha! He can try. Let me worry about that. Right now, you need to worry about finding her.”

Copia ran his hand through his hair as he let out a breath of disdain. “I’ve looked everywhere for her. There’s only so many places she could be!”

The sound of running could be heard from outside the office. Copia opened the door and stuck his head to see what the commotion was. Ghouls were bolting towards Terzo’s office. One looked at Copia and broke away from the others by his side. Copia presumed it was Swiss. He dragged Copia out of the office as he casted a glance back at Imperator, who hurried to follow them. “Wh-what’s going on? Is she in trouble?” Swiss only nodded in the response as he picked up the pace, quickly catching up with the other Ghouls.

That’s when Copia realized exactly where they were headed:  Terzo’s office. Anger instantly fueled up inside him. They burst through the door to find Terzo near purple and about to pass out with your hands wrapped around his throat. The determination in your eyes, the anger… No, the hatred that exuded from you. It permeated the whole room. 

Two of Terzo’s own Ghouls, Alpha and Omega, pulled you off of him. Your reaction, near animalistic. This wasn’t you. This wasn’t who you were. It couldn’t be. With your arms pinned down, you stopped thrashing your legs, realizing you weren’t going to be freed anytime soon. 

You were panting. Your eyes, crazed and wild, despite being completely black. A snarl was still plastered onto your face. Your eyes followed Copia as he approached you. You were too far gone to recognize him right away. 

In an instant, all sounds faded, everyone remained still, frozen in place. and then Copia felt a hand on his shoulder. 

“My child, it’s time we’ve had a talk, isn’t it?” 

His muscles tensed and his eyes widened. Slowly, he turned around to face a man, slightly younger than himself with pale white hair that cascaded down past his shoulders. His angular features made his beauty ethereal as did his brilliantly deep, crimson eyes. Copia didn’t even need an introduction; he knew exactly who was finally appearing before him.

Taking the hand on his shoulder in his, he turned and knelt down to kiss the ring on the man’s finger. “Lord Lucifer,” he greeted. 

“I truly admire your devotion, but I’m afraid we’re short on time. You’re on your knees enough for me already as it is,” he lightly chuckled, motioning him to stand up. Once Copia was at eye level with Lucifer, he continued, “I need you to forgive my tardiness. It seems we have a rogue part of The Trilogy who takes a liking to meddle in things.” He casted a weary glance at Terzo’s slumped form. With a heavy sigh, he turned back to Copia. “You are just as valuable as either of them. Just because I haven’t blessed you with a vision, doesn’t mean you are any less worthy than he is. Do you understand?”

Copia blinked at the Dark One in front of him, shellshocked. His worth was something he always struggled with. It’s partly why he was as high up in the Clergy as he was; he had to prove he deserved to be there. He had to do everything and more to make sure there was at least that one thing that stood out about him, above all else. Finally he nodded. “Y-yes. I– I understand,” he stuttered.

“Good! Between you and I… if I could choose who is by her side,” he said, pointing at you, “it would be you. Nothing against dear Terzo here, but he can be, eh… irresponsible at times. Whereas you are able to keep a level-head and stay steadfast. That being said, freewill does play a part in this…” Lucifer sighed and shrugged. “So, no matter what happens, you keep that in the back of your mind.”

“I– Heh… thank you, Your Eminence.” 

“You have a way with people, Copia. You understand them. You can lead them. And I know that’s no easy task. The rituals of ascension will be… demanding. Extremely demanding, but I’ve chosen you three, because I know you all can handle it. There’s just one thing you must remember. She may still love Terzo,” a look of pain shot through Copia’s eyes, “but she does love you too. You bring balance to her life; you keep her grounded. She needs that now more than ever.”

“Something happened between her and Terzo that started all of this, didn’t it?” His voice was quiet and soft. The question just sort of slipped out of him as he voiced his musings.

Lucifer nodded. “But that’s not my story to tell. You have a great deal of power, my child. Never underestimate the power of seeing, of understanding those around you. That will give you an upper hand… should you need it.” Copia furrowed his brows. He opened his mouth to speak, but Lucifer held his hand up, stopping him. “I’m sorry for the ambiguity, but I fear our time here must come to a close due to the state our beloved is in. But before I return you, I need you to give Sister Imperator a message for me.” Copia nodded. “She needs to stop hiding the truth. It won’t do anyone any good if she continues to keep her secrets.”

As quickly as He appeared, He was gone. It was like the play button on the scene around him had been pressed. Your snarling filled his ears. His head was swimming with what had just happened and the overload of information, but his attention was focused on you. 

Without hesitation, he strode over to you, cupping your face in his hands. You tried to thrash your head side to side to avoid his gaze. Your wild eyes bored into Terzo as he lay crumpled on the floor still.

Not that he had time to really register what he was feeling, but Copia’s white eye started to tingle the longer he looked at you. He changed his grip so he was holding your head tightly enough to stop your incessant thrashing. Shaking you, he forced you to look at him. “Come back to me,” he commanded, giving you another shake. Your eyes landed on his, which made the prickling sensation increase to the point where he was fully aware of it. Similar to pins and needles, it intensified to a burning feeling as your eyes locked. “This isn’t you, amore,” he added gently.

You blinked, his words enveloping you like a blanket after a day out in the cold as if warming you, comforting you. Slowly you feltl the darkness fade from you. Copia’s hold on you loosens as his hands slip to your shoulders, allowing you to take in the scene before you. 

First you see the look of total concern and worry etched into Copia’s features, then it hit you that you're being held by ghouls. Cautiously, your eyes find Terzo who had stopped his dramatic display on the floor and had sat up, resting his head in hands on his knees. He looked up at you, hearing your commotion stop. You see the bruises, in the shapes of hands, starting to form on his neck, and his beaten and bloodied face. His eyes met yours, fear instantly widening his, while tears formed in yours.

Abruptly, you turn away, shame diverting your gaze. You practically go limp in the ghouls’ hold as tears fall. They release you and you slump forward, Copia’s arms fly out to steady you. He could be looking at you with sympathy, with anger and frustration, or with hurt. After everything, it’s almost impossible for you to distinguish between them. 

Quickly your eyes dart towards the exit, your body twitching as if you’re about to make a run for it, but when you see Sister Imperator, Primo, and Secondo standing there, you stay frozen.

“Lucifer in Hell…” Sister Imperator gasps, clutching her grucifix. With a shake of her head, she doesn’t waste a single moment getting straight to business. “Copia, get her back to your quarters and out of sight. Primo, Secondo, you are to start preparing for the first ritual – her ghoul summoning. She’s left us no choice; we must start the ascension. Tomorrow it begins,” she barked.

Secondo nodded and turned to leave. Primo couldn’t help his eyes darting from Terzo, to you, and to Copia, then back to Terzo. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. A pained look in his eye at what had befallen his family. “Andiamo, Primo,” Secondo said softly to him, as he tried to turn him away from the scene in front of them. All the oldest Emeritus brother could do was sigh and nod as he followed his brother to begin the preparations.

Omega looked like he was watching a tennis match with the way his eyes jumped from Sister Imperator, to you, and to Terzo, waiting for something to give him a command. 

Impatiently, she said, “Omega, take Terzo back to his chambers and get him cleaned up. And make sure his vocal chords aren’t damaged. We are set to leave for the last Meliora shows in Mexico the day after tomorrow!” She squinted her eyes at you, simultaneously blaming you for this mess and warning you not to fuck it up further.

Omega and Terzo pass by you on their way. He was practically clinging to his ghoul, but his eyes showed a forlornness that made you think he at least felt some sort of guilt towards all of this. You bowed your head, feeling nothing but shame and remorse.

“Sister, what if the siblings see?” Copia asked.

“It’s dinner, the chances of anyone besides ghouls roaming about are slim, but we need to act quickly. Move! Get her out of here!” 

Alpha places a hand on your shoulder. Are you strong enough to walk, Your Eminence? 

You nod at him. Just don’t ask me to run a marathon. You could see the ghoul’s shoulders shake from a fleeting burst of laughter. You took a deep breath and wiped the remaining tears from your face. After straightening out your clothes, you nod once, keeping your head held high as you make the trek back to Copia’s.

The apartment is silent except for the movement from Cannoli in his cage. After taking a shower and changing, you took your usual place on the couch. Copia opted for the chair. A telltale sign the unreadable expression on his face leans towards your earlier assessment of him possibly being angry with you might not be far off; he always sat on the couch with you, always. 

“What were you doing in Terzo’s office? Aside from trying to kill him,” he asked, breaking the deafening silence. You winced at his tone.

“I… He wanted to talk to me about something.” 

Copia raised an eyebrow at you. “How long were you in his office?” 

You chewed on your lip, avoiding his eyes. Consequences, dear child… you heard ringing through your thoughts. Needing an outlet for the surmounting anxiety, your leg wouldn’t stop bouncing. “Not that long…”

With a shake of his head, he tossed a glance towards the ceiling. “Don’t fucking lie to me,” he said through barely parted lips. His exhausted tone was somehow worse than if he had yelled. “Were you there when I was?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words came up empty. The shame had opened a hole in the ground and swallowed you whole – or at least, you wished it would. Solemnly, you nodded.

“Why? Why were you even there? Why were you hiding? What were you tw–?”

“Because I was terrified of what he would do to me!” you cut him off as your words rushed out. “If I didn’t see him… I didn’t know what– how he would retaliate, s-so I went to his office when I didn’t hear from him. I was scared… I wasn’t sure if it was a test or not.”

“Terrified? What did he–?”

“I can’t talk about it, Copia. I promised… I can’t lose you. I can’t. I–” You pulled your quivering bottom lip in between your teeth, biting down just enough to try to keep the levy of tears from breaking. 

“He can’t send me away, if that was his threat, which isn’t even a new threat now that he said it to me himself. Sister Imperator would never allow it anyway,” he said as he waved his hand dismissively before he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You haven’t been yourself since the summons, all the changes aside. Just… tell me what happened.”

“It was my fault; this is my fault,” you mumbled. “I should have stopped– stopped it, o-or stopped him. And– and I didn’t.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. A tear slipped down your cheek and you turned quickly to wipe it away. You sucked in a shuddering breath through your teeth. Nothing could hold back the tears now that you were left without a choice but to confess everything.

“What happened, cara?” he stressed. “Did he hurt you?” He shifted to the edge of his seat like he was seconds away from finishing what you had started.

Your eyes shut tightly again as you shook your head. “No, no. Not physically. I– we–” you stammered, before your voice turned into a meek whisper. “I think… I think there was a part of me that… that liked it…” What was the point of hiding anything now? You looked up and rapidly blinked, doing your best to keep the tears away.

Even without seeing him, you could feel the emotion draining from him. His posture turned rigid and tense. His jaw clenched and the leather of his gloves creaked under the strain of his hands balling into fists. He knew now exactly what had transpired. And that caused the levee to break and the tears to freely flow while the words flew from your mouth in a stream of consciousness. 

“I didn’t want to. I didn’t. I told him to stop. I pushed him away. Please, please believe me. I didn’t want to hurt you. But… H-he said if I kept fighting him or I breathed one word of this to you… he’d send you away and I couldn’t– I didn’t know… And then there was this voice, telling me to… submit? And I just… I let him do whatever he wanted to me. I let him…” Your eyes scrunched shut, a look of pain casted over your face as you shook your head. “When he was done with me… when it was over… he said again if I said one syllable of this to you, you’d be gone. And that I was his. And I think that’s when… it happened. I don’t remember anything but rage after that. Pure rage. But it was my fault. It was all my fault I let him. And then I… I left s-something in his office and he texted me last night that I had to get them today and I just didn’t know what he would do. I didn’t know if he’d try and– try and hurt me again or hurt you if I didn’t. Even after the hex I casted, I just– I didn’t know what to do. So I went and then he told me everything. And I thought… It was like he was back, like my Terzo was back. And before I knew it, I– we were… we kissed and– but then he mentioned you and I pushed him away. And he kept saying how it would be him, it’s always gonna be him, and he promised to be better, but the promise… I just– That’s when I snapped. I tried to kill him. I tried. I just wanted to make it stop. But it’s all my fault.” Your voice finally broke after everything flew out of your mouth in a burst. When you finally looked at him, you couldn’t even register what emotions were on his face, if any. Your eyesight was so blurry with tears. So you flew off the couch, kneeling in front of him, sobbing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m s-so sorr-rry,” you repeated over and over.

Copia slid out of the chair and onto the floor to hold you as you sobbed. He didn’t say anything. He allowed you the space to cry, the space to mumble your string of apologies between gulps of air and wails of despair. 

When you calmed down enough to almost be able to breathe normally, he was shocked when you pushed away from him suddenly. You pushed yourself back until you hit the couch, frantically shaking your head. “No, no, no. Why aren’t you– You should hate me. You should be— What are you doing? I don’t deserve this. I– I’m…” The pain that flashed through your eyes was nearly indescribable. Your voice sounded so strained as you tried to speak through your gasping intakes of breaths. “I’m– just– like– him.”

There was no way for you to see the utter look of shock and hurt and remorse that came over him. You missed how his eyes watered with tears he couldn’t let fall, because you needed someone strong, you needed someone to hold you up as everything crumbled around you. Leaning forward on his knees, he placed a hand beside on the couch to hold him up as he leaned over you. His other hand found its way to your chin, trying to gently convince you to look at him. 

“Dolcezza, look at me…” he spoke gently. “Look at me.” Reluctantly you obliged. “You are nothing like him. You will never be anything close to the monster that he is, do you understand me?” You couldn’t do anything but stare at him as your eyes continued to well up with even more tears. “He manipulated you, cara. He used you. Time and time again. The only way for that bastard to change is for his soul to leave his body,” he growled. He shut his eyes briefly, taking a deeping to regain his composure.

You shook your head, sliding away from him, trying to create distance. “No, I’m worse.” You hugged your knees to your chest. 

“You’re n–”

“I tried to kill him, Copia. I wanted to kill him.” Your eyes grew distant as you stared ahead. “I could have, too… if no one stopped me. Y-you don’t know what it’s like to lose control like that – to not have any control.” A humorless laugh fell from your lips as you shook your head almost in disbelief. “And then there’s everything I did to you.” Your lips curled over your teeth as you pressed them into a straight line in a feeble attempt to fight the next onslaught of tears. You turned your head away from him as one managed to escape.

Your eyes stayed shut as you heard the rustling of fabric as he got up, sighing as he did so. His soft footsteps told you he was walking around the coffee table to kneel beside you. “Cara, I was aware of the precariousness of our… relationship well before it began.” You weren’t sure what direction he was going with this, so your eyes snapped open in time to watch as he avoided looking at you. “What surprises me the most is that I didn’t see this coming.”

When his eyes met yours, you could feel the searing pain of your guilt slashing your heart with shallow cuts. He’s upset because he should have expected this of you? For a split second you thought about getting defensive. You opened your mouth, but quickly shut it. Copia was probably the only person outside of your relationship with Terzo who knew the ins and outs of it. You had confided in him time and time again; you sought him out for comfort. He knew the pain and devastation you felt. And he knew how much you had truly loved Terzo.

“I–I– I’m sorry,” you stammered. “I didn’t want to lose you and… I thought if I could hide it from you, it would hurt you less. It– I was– Everything is just so fucking complicated now.” You ran your hands through your hair, gripping it frustration.

“I just need you to answer one question for me. Will you be able to resist being intimate with him again if the opportunity arises?”

Hands falling to your side, you took in a shuddering breath, slowly turning to look at him with a dumbfounded expression. Your stomach dropped and you could feel the thundering in your chest as your hands trembled. There was no choice but to tell the truth. “I can’t…” you shook your head. “Copia, I can’t promise that…” you breathed out the words in shame.

He nodded once. His face hardened with stoicism akin to a marble sculpture. “Grazie per la tua onestà (thank you for your honesty),” he said with his voice devoid of any emotion as he stood up. “We need to tell Sister Imperator about what happened to you. She needs to know for the sake of the upcoming rituals.” He took out his phone and began to call her as he went into the bedroom. You couldn’t hear exactly what was said, but you knew enough that he had informed her of how urgently she needed to see the two of you. 

Somehow you were able to force yourself to stand up and get yourself a glass of water as you hopelessly tried to pull yourself together. He didn’t have to tell you that Sister Imperator was on her way. You weren’t sure how long you stood at the kitchen sink, staring off into nothing, until three sharp knocks at the door pulled you out of your trance-like state. 

She eyed you as you let her into the small apartment. You casted your solemn eyes down. Copia emerged out of the bedroom and gestured towards the chair, “Sister, please sit.” 

“So what is the arduous new development now?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“The truth about her awakening,” stated Copia bluntly. 

“Ah. Of course. There had to be more than a mere conversation to set you off.”

You fought physically cringing, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself. Copia leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He couldn’t look at you, his eyes trained to a spot on the ground. Sister waved her hand impatiently to tell you to get on with it. 

“He— Terzo, um…” you sputtered at first before you just spewed the story out without taking a breath. “Terzo forced himself on me and threatened to send Copia back to Italy if I said anything at all to anyone about what happened and said I was ‘his’ and I just remember the rage I felt after that and today I was hiding in office when Copia was there so I heard everything but he told me everything because Asmodeus came to both of us but then he made a dig at Copia and I tried to kill him.” You took a deep breath as you finished, sheepishly looking at Sister Imperator. During your small monologue you kept your gaze fixed on your restless hands in your lap, missing how quickly Copia’s eyes darted to you when you mentioned the visit from Asmodeus. 

Imperator’s mouth dropped slightly as listened. “Lucifer in Hell…” she breathed as she shook her head in dismay. “Do not utter a word of this to anyone, but the problem that is Papa Emeritus III will be dealt with in the coming days. I will not divulge any information on what is to happen for your safety; it is best you know as little as possible.”

“That’s not all, Sister,” Copia spoke up. “Something also happened — to me — today.” Both yours and Sister Imperator’s brows furrowed quizzically as your heads turned to face Copia. “I don’t think we need to, eh, prepare a ritual for me to summon an Infernal.” Deeper cuts from your guilt and shame slashed your heart further. He was sharing this information with Sister Imperator, not you. He probably would have shared this with you first and foremost, but not after the knife you just twisted into his heart.

Sister Imperator put two and two together. She recalled both you and Terzo having seen Asmodeus, which meant all three involved were having the visions concurrent with the awakening. The look of bewilderment etched itself deeper into the lines of her face. 

“Who did you see?” you asked, your voice sounded rattled and cautious. 

He rubbed the back of his neck as his eyes sheepishly darted between the ladies in front of him. “Lucifer himself, eheh.” 

“Copia that… That’s amazing. What did he say? What happened?” you asked, moving to the edge of your seat. Having not seen Lucifer yourself, you knew how significant this was.

“Terzo has really fucked things up, which was apparently the reason He hadn’t shown himself to me. He stressed that freewill plays a large role in your choice. So, um,” he cleared his throat, “in the end, the choice is yours and it will be respected. But, Sister… He– He had a message for you. He said that you need to start telling the truth and continuing to keep secrets won’t do anyone any good.”

You watched as the color drained from Sister Imperator’s face. She clasped her hand around her grucifix as she closed her eyes, probably muttering a silent prayer of strength. “C… I– I had wanted to tell you when I felt the time was right, but if The Dark One says that time is now…” She was stalling, trying to put together the right words. After taking a deep breath, she bared her secret she had been carrying around for decades. “There is a reason you have the Emeritus Eye. The claim you are not part of this bloodline simply is not true. This– Not even Papa Nihil is aware of what I am about to tell you. Maybe at one point he was, but I think we’re lucky he even knows his own name these days. I digress.” She paused as her hand covered her mouth for a moment. Her eyes scanned a distant spot in front of her as if she was searching for the next piece of the story she would tell.

“Before the awakening started, I was working on making it so that the rightful heir to the papal seat would be chosen. I suppose that process is now being rushed. Copia, you are the next in line to be Papa.” 

His mouth dropped, hanging open in shock. Your eyes widened. 

“Times were very different when you were born…” she continued. “The reason you will be our next Papa is because of your parents. It is true, Papa Nihil is, unfortunately, in fact your father, but why you deserve this is due to who your mother is.”

Copia blinked repeatedly before he interrupted, “But– But they told me my mother felt she was too young to have a child and dropped me off al Ministero della Roma (at the Ministry of Rome) with nothing but a note. How… How do you know?”

“That part is true. Your mother did feel she was too young to adequately care for a child, especially considering the antics of your father and his parenting, or lack thereof, of your brothers. It was best for you to be raised by the Sisters of Sin who could show you the care you deserve.” Copia scoffed. “Primo taking you under his wing was the best thing that could have happened.”

“But how do you know?” he repeated through his teeth. “What does my mother have to do with me being next in line for Papa?”

“Because, Copia, I am your mother.”

part viii | part x

[p1nkcanoe]

shower intruder

[ mountain x gn!reader ]

summary: you would love to end your day with a relaxing shower... alone... but it doesn’t always end up that way.

warnings: nudity; slight body worship

word count: 844

masterlist

Hot steam rose to the ceiling and stuck to the intricate tiles that made up your private bathroom. It had been a long and tedious day of work around the abbey and you felt your shoulders physically loosen and drop at the feeling of hot water washing over your skin. A variety of handmade soaps and scrubs in uniquely shaped containers adorned the edges of the tub and you took your time choosing the best one to calm your nerves and hopefully relieve some stress. You wouldn’t normally wash your skin first, but the thin sheen of sweat that covered your body was incredibly irritating. You hummed and decided on the citrus one that seemed to be calling out to you; Sunshine's personal choice of wash, made naturally from oranges and lemons from the courtyard. Slowly and deliberately, you generously lathered the soap into your skin and relished in the way that the aromas filled your head.

Your hands then made quick work of your favorite bottle of a sweet smelling shampoo and you poured a puddle of it into your palms before beginning to scrub your tired scalp. Some of the bubbles slid over your forehead and threatened to fall into your eyes so you turned to face the stream of water and washed off your soapy hands to clean your face.

Suddenly, and without warning, the flimsy curtain of your shower is pulled back and you barely manage to catch a glimpse of the very large and very naked ghoul stepping in behind you. “What the hell?” You shriek as your body instinctively jumps, your feet losing their placement on slick porcelain. Two large hands grab you by the waist and steady your balance from behind, a quick apology leaving their lips. And although you’re very thankful that they didn’t let you fall, you can’t help but feel irritated at the ghoul who decided to infiltrate a rather intimate part of your night routine. You turn, briefly meeting the golden eyes of the earth ghoul who has already decided on a tobacco-smelling soap and more focused on pouring it into his palm.

"Mountain, what the hell are you doing?"

"Showering?" The ghoul shrugs and his lips twitch into an oblivious smirk. He reaches up and steals handfuls of water from above your head to spread over his own chest and arms. He begins to wash. The bathroom smells richly of cut pine and tobacco.

"You have an entire room for that,” you remind him.

"It was occupied."

You stand in the steamy cascade of the water and watch in hilarious bewilderment as the ghoul ignores your eyes and goes on about his routine. He doesn’t seem bothered at all by your presence. Mountain goes for another bottle and turns it to read the wording of the label but you’re quick to snatch it from his hands and place it back next to a pink scrub. He finally looks down and meets your eyes.

"... no it's not,” you point out, your lips twitching into a smile when Mountain begins to chuckle at his own lie. “I was down there not even twenty minutes ago replacing the towels."

Mountain throws his head back and groans towards the ceiling, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh come on… Is it so wrong for me to want some time with you?”

“No, but all you had to do was ask— or wait.”

“Whatever— don’t act like you want me to leave.“ He grabs ahold of your waist, stepping around your slippery body carefully so that he’s under the water and your back is pressed to his chest. His clawed hands are so very gentle as he works through your hair and relathers the shampoo that still remains there. You sigh, leaning into his touch and the unnatural warmth of his skin, completely giving into the ghoul that intruded on your shower.

Once he feels that he’s cleaned you an ample amount and that you’re content with the work he has done he once again switches so that he can take his time washing you off. His hands run over and massage areas of your skin where soap has long since washed away, but you happily let him take care of your body. And when he’s all done you surprise him when you guide him under the water and wet him down. He looks soggy and his funny expression makes you laugh. Your hands have to reach to get to the top of his head but he is more than happy to let his posture suffer if it means your fingers are running shampoo over his scalp and cleaning his horns. Mountain begins to purr. His chest rumbles low and deep and pure. Maybe he should lie more often if it means he gets to be worshipped like this. You consider the same idea. Needless to say, Mountain begins infiltrating your showers more often.

[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.

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Ribbons and Rituals

A/n: If you saw me accidentally post this last night, no you didn't lmao. This has been floating around in my head for a few days and I know it's not much but here

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When Mist was first summoned, she had long, inky black hair that cascaded down their back like waves in a stormy sea. The ghoulette left her hair long, the waves were their safety blanket. When around the abbey, her hair was braided and tied with a simple deep teal ribbon. The other ghouls loved her hair, appreciating it with deep reverence when the long locks were within their reach. Delta had spent weeks trying to teach Mist how to braid her hair, and he knew that she knew how. However, the water ghoulette always sought out that source of connection between herself and her mentor.

Mist's long hair was a short lived affair, the vibrance extinguished by foolish humans who dared lay hands on Lucifer's best. Siblings of Sin, those who should view ghouls with the respect and reverence they view Lucifer himself with. Foolish are mortal men who harm such divine creatures.

It was an afternoon like any other, Mist in the greenhouse working alongside her fellow ghouls and a few Siblings. Terzo had just received a bonsai tree from another Ministry as a thank you, and he had left it in Mist's charge to be pruned and shaped. The meditative nature was perfect for the tightly wound ghoulette who seemed to find serenity in this one simple tree. The peace found in the greenhouse was soon to be null and void, the silence broken by a sharp SNIP! of pruning sheers, followed by raucous laughter. The simple, sleek braid of the water ghoulette laid upon the ground. The teal ribbon still knotted in a perfect bow, holding the unraveling strands.

That was when all hell had broken loose, the ghoulette had flipped like a switch. Mist had begun to scream, cursing those Siblings and their entire bloodlines. Ancient tongues slipping through and leaving lashes in their genetic future. Tears began to well in the ghoulette's eyes, tears of anger. Of hatred. Of sadness.

The torrent of hell fire from Mist only ended when Delta and Alpha entered the greenhouse, her mentor whisking her away upon sight of her braid lying upon the ground. It was only then, that the Siblings were given a piece of Alpha's mind, the deep bellow of his voice shaking them to their core. As for Mist, the flood gates opened, hot tears began to cascade down her cheeks as she told Delta of what happened. The fear sinking in, that maybe she would be sent back to the Pit for such a reaction. She was already damaged goods, behavioral issues had became notable in the ghoulette upon her summoning. Delta's reassurances did nothing to quell the fear and hurt felt by his protégé, drawing the ghoulette to his chest he reached for what was left of her hair. A choppy, inky mess, now much more akin to a stormy sea than those soft cascading waves once were.

The ghouls and Siblings had both found themselves in Terzo's office, punishments being handed down towards the Siblings and towards Alpha. Their Papa was just, and while he knew Alpha's anger was justified, it was not his cross to bear. That evening, Mist sat in one of the kitchen chairs that Delta had carried into his bathroom. He took care in easing her mind, softening the edges of her anger and upset while also softening the edges of her newfound short hair.

Time passed, wounds healed, and her hair grew. By the time the anniversary of that day had came around, her hair had came down to reach her shoulders. Pinned back with caution and many bobby pins, as it was still too short to braid. This evening, the day of her hair's demise, they were set to summon a new water ghoul. Touring was notoriously difficult for water ghouls, leading Mist and those we came before her to have retired from touring rather early.

The new water ghoul emerged from the summoning circle, shaking in fear, icey eyes darting between the unfamiliar beings around him. Pale blonde hair enveloping the ghoul, hanging down towards his waist. It was Mist who stepped forward first, to wrap the ghoul in a blanket and speak softly to him. She couldn't help but card her fingers through the ghoul's impossibly soft hair, much finer than the coarse strands she used to bear.

Days and weeks go by, new ghouls being summoned slowly. The water ghoul is spending less and less time with Mist, as he had taken a shine to the new quintessence ghoul that was summoned only a week after their new fire ghoul. However, one afternoon Mist enters her room to find the water ghoul curled up in the middle of her bed, arms cradling a dilapidated teddy bear he found in the nest of blankets and stuffed animals.

"Droplet?" Mist asked, sitting on the edge of the bed cautiously, not aiming to startle the poor creature. The new ghoul was skittish, still untrusting of the world around him.

Dewdrop, the water ghoul raised his head slightly from where it was buried in the blankets. Mist's room was the only place he felt safe, aside from when he was next to the quintessence ghoul, Aether. But it seemed that Aether was unavailable at the moment.

"You're okay, I just wanted to check on you" she said gently, fingers brushing a strand of hair out of the ghoul's eyes.

The water ghoul sat up, not wanting to continue to invade her space, long tendrils of hair that escaped the low bun falling wildly around his shoulders. He placed the teddy bear back where he found it, before reaching back towards his hair to fix it.

"Dew my sweet, let me help" Mist offered, rising to gather a brush and a length of ribbon from a dresser drawer. His pale blue eyes watched her every move, still suspicious of the things offered topside.

It wasn't until Mist placed the teddy bear back in his arms, settling down onto bed behind him that he spoke. "Delta told me about you during practice today"

"What all did he say? Or are you sworn to secrecy?" Mist joked light heartedly, slowly brushing through the ghoul's hair starting at the bottom.

"Just that you used to have long hair" Dew said softly, lithe fingers rubbing over the mangled ears of the teddy bear.

Mist felt a pang of sadness at the memory of her hair, the image of her braid laying upon the ground flashing through her mind. "Anything else?"

Dewdrop shook his head slightly, not wanting to mention the rest of what was said. He knew of the day in question, of what happened. The way the ghoulette nearly withdrew from her pack, the loss of her own autonomy had broken a part of her.

"I did have long hair, everyone in the pack loved to play with it. I would lay down in someone's lap and end up with all of these wild braids in my hair." Mist smiled as she spoke, working gently through a difficult knot that found itself towards of the ghoul's skull.

"Delta told me that you always went to him to have your hair done" he said, eyes wandering around the semi-darkness of the ghoulette's room, a few candles providing a soft glow as the sinking sun faded in the window.

"I did, I knew he had caught on to what I was doing after awhile" she said in between apologies for the slight tugs on his hair, "It was my attempt to bond with him."

Dewdrop's eyes fell back to the teddy bear in his lap, knowing what was coming next in her story. Maybe she was right, maybe it was a way to bond with someone. He was slowly opening up to the quintessence ghoul that had been summoned, liking the way his fingers carded through his hair in the evenings when they had settled in together on the couch.

Mist separated the water ghoul's hair, starting to braid the smooth strands all the way down. His hair flowed through her fingertips like silk, taking her time to ensure neatness of the braid. However, she also just wanted to spend as much time as she could with his hair.

"Did Delta tell you that we returned my braid to the lake? Ribbon and all." Mist asked, a frown of concentration forming on her face.

"No he didn't. Is there a reason why you did?" he asked softly, not wanting to push a boundary too far.

Mist sighed softly, reaching the end of his braid and tying it off with a length of navy blue ribbon before answering. "I was summoned from that lake, a notorious portal between this world and the Pit. It was sort of a Lady of the Lake situation, I was more captured than summoned. But we sunk my braid, as a way to pay homage to it. I just can't help but think that Lord Lucifer took it as a sign to send you on the next summoning"

"Why do you say that?" Dew asked, taking the length of hair over his shoulder to marvel at the velvet ribbon and the expert bow she tied.

"We were a shocked when you appeared through the smoke of the circle, and all I could see was your hair. But your arrival gave me something to hold onto, something to cherish and cultivate. You're a quick study but you still have miles to go, and I want you to find your safety and comfort with us. So that you're able to go above and beyond."

Mist's words hung heavy in the air for several minutes, Dewdrop has shifted to study her face. For once he saw her contented, rather than uncertain or frustrated. She had been telling the truth, he had given her a purpose again. The young water ghoul relaxed for the first time that evening, drawing the teddy bear to his chest again.

"May I stay in here tonight?" Dewdrop asked, his hopeful tone met with a smile and an affirming nod from his mentor.