#forlorn-crows

[ghcstcd]

im sorry, are you kidDING ME---

the red and blue together? the gaze? the hair and her cheekbones and the collarbone and his tiTS.

just. chefs kiss, corey. chefs kiss. needs a post all its own i think.

I'm so glad you think so! I enjoy drawing Dew with bits of grace. How he changes with and without a mask, kinda like a persona.

I definitely need to sketch with multiple colors again.

[coffeeghoulie]

well you KNOW im gonna come in here and ask for mountrain. whatever your heart desires so long as theyre disgustingly in love abt it ♡

i gotchu <3 it's been a Hot Minute since I've written mountrain, hopefully this is sappy enough lmao

Winter peeks around the corner, temperatures dropping with the leaves, everything dreary and grey before the first inevitable snowfall covers the dead vegetation, brown grass and barren trees. Mountain slips out of bed and makes the trek down to his greenhouse every morning, long before the sun rises, to make sure his plants, his babies, are ready before the snow chokes the life out of them.

He can feel the coldspell incoming, feels it in the way the his joints start aching, deep in the bone. He swallows hard, looking at the work he has in front of him. The glass panels need to be inspected for damage, replaced and insulated. The pipes need to be drained, so they don't freeze and burst. All of his fragile plants need to be covered and brought inside. The whole building needs to be cleaned, top to bottom, including his makeshift nest area in the back corner.

It's necessary work, Mountain knows it, has done it every fall for years. It still doesn't mean he likes doing it. It's, for lack of a better term, a mountain of work. But it has to get done. So Mountain squares his shoulders in the pre-dawn darkness and gets to work.

He loses himself in it, doing his best to ignore his sore joints as he hauls potted plants inside, checking over each leaf and stem for disease. He works, making countless trips in and out of the freezing air as the sun starts peeking out over the treeline, tinging the dark sky with pinks and oranges, the budding light softening the florescents that light the greenhouse.

It's quiet work, almost meditative, which means he jumps nearly a foot off of the ground when someone knocks at the door. Mountain spins, very nearly dropping the potted petunias he's hauling in. His heartrate calms as he realizes it's his mate, waving at him through the glass. He smiles, warmth spreading in his chest, gesturing for Rain to come in.

Rain slips into the greenhouse, latching the door behind him. He's got two large thermoses tucked under his arms, and Mountain groans in appreciation, striding over to his mate and taking the thermos Rain offers to him.

"G'morning, sunflower," Rain says, voice sticky with sleep. He's clearly just woken up, pulled on one of Mountain's sweatshirts, the hem coming down to his mid thigh, over his pajamas and made the journey out to the greenhouse in the cold November morning just to bring him tea.

"Morning, tadpole," Mountain says, cupping Rain's jaw with a big hand, leaning down to steal a kiss from his mate. His skin is cool to the touch, and Mountain tries to push his body heat into his mate like a fire ghoul would.

Rain hums, shivering as Mountain's pinkie brushes against his uppermost gill. "Bed was cold," he whispers against Mountain's lips. "You'd been gone so long, figured you might like something hot to drink."

Mountain pulls back, reluctantly letting go of his mate's face to crack open the thermos. He's hit with the herbal scent of his favorite tea, steaming up and curling around him. He takes a sip, eyes fluttering shut as the taste hits him.

"I love you, tadpole," Mountain says, groaning as he greedily drinks down his preferred green tea blend, the one he adds mint to. Rain knows just how he likes his tea, two spoons of honey from the hives he keeps.

Rain grins, flashing his serrated, shark like teeth before taking a swig from his own thermos, the smell of chai drifting from his. "Love you too, Mount," he says, leaning in to nuzzle against his shoulder, not quite awake enough to fuss over the dirt that always, inevitably, ends up caked on Mountain's clothes while he works.

Mountain sets down the thermos, turning back to the water ghoul and wrapping his arms around his waist. Rain smiles wider, looping his arms around Mountain's neck, standing up on his tiptoes to do so. "Hey, baby," Rain laughs. "What's up with you?"

He sighs, Rain's smile contagious. Mountain ducks down and presses a kiss between Rain's seaglass horns. "So glad I met you," he whispers against the blue black waves of his hair, mussed from sleep.

Rain nods minutely. "Me too."

The world shrinks until it's just the two of them, no cold bed, no ever-looming snow. They stand there, basking in the warm humidity of the greenhouse and each other's presence. Everything smells of green tea and plant life and rich, warm earth.

Eventually, Rain pulls back. "It's cold, sunflower, how are your hands holding up?"

Mountain makes a noncommittal noise, but Rain levels him with a glare, and his shoulders slump. "A little stiff," he admits, removing one hand from Rain's slight waist, examining the redness at his knuckles, wind-whipped and raw.

Rain hums, snatching Mountain's hand in between his own. "Oh, baby, that looks like it hurts," he says, rubbing his thumb over his tender knuckles. "I know you've got that balm somewhere, the one with the aloe and the calendula?"

"It's back by my bed," Mountain says. "I'll put some on when I've finished this."

"Nope." Rain chuckles, slipping out of Mountain's grasp and rummaging through the cabinet near Mountain's personal corner. "You've been at this for hours, sunflower, we're putting some of that on, and we're going to take a cuddle break, and then I will help you get the greenhouse finished, okay?"

Mountain smiles as Rain returns with the tin of balm, already opening it and taking a dollop of it. "Alright, tadpole."

Rain takes his hands, rubbing the ointment into Mountain's knuckles, tenderly caressing the damaged skin. He works in silence, before capping the balm and taking Mountain by the hand, leading him back to the daybed he keeps in the corner.

Mountain kicks off his muddy boots before laying down, opening his arms for his mate. Rain follows suit, unlacing his boots before tucking himself into the crook of Mountain's arm, snuggling into the earth ghoul's embrace.

"I love you," Rain whispers, eyes slipping shut.

Mountain yawns, long and low. "I love you too."

[ghouletteanon]

perhaps 28 with mountain + ghoul(ette) of your choice, that line is SO him ♡

28. "each of my thoughts about you are improper"

You are SO right, Mountain has only two thoughts when faced with the sin of lust.

Summary: Mountain seeing Cumulus all dressed up for him makes him want to get on his knees and appreciate her.

Relationship: Mountain x Cumulus

Word Count: 760+

Rating: Explicit for sexual themes.

“Cat got your tongue?” Cumulus asks, doing a twirl. The sheer, blush-colored babydoll dress flares out around her, making Mountain’s jaw drop even further as he gets a view of the matching lace underwear and garter belt that he had not even noticed at first. The sliver of bare skin where the garter belt meets the top of her stockings makes Mountain salivate.

He needs to get his hands on her immediately.

He yearns to kiss her all over and feel that soft skin under his lips.

Cumulus grabs him by the hand and leads him towards the bed, and he has no choice but to follow, captivated by her. "What are you thinking about, big boy?"

“Each of my thoughts about you are improper,” Mountain mumbles, falling on his knees in front of her as she sits down on the bed. He watches Cumulus adjust the top of the dress, the way it the fabric hugs her generous chest beautifully. He bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from moaning when he sees her pierced nipples show through the thin fabric. She knows barbells with the heart shaped covers are his favorite. “Do you know what it does to me to see you dressed up for me like this?”

“This, exactly,” Cumulus leans back, running her stocking clad foot alongside the inseam of Mountain’s jeans. She stops her pointed toe right before where Mountain’s cock is already chubbing in interest. His tail is betraying his interest, desperately reaching for Cumulus’, their tails twisting together and trapping Mountain in place. “I love having an appreciative audience.”

“Let me show you how much I appreciate you,” Mountain holds her leg in his hands, his thumb caressing the inside of her knee as he plants kisses up along her thigh. He stops right at where the stocking ends, nosing the bare skin and breathing in the scent that is pure Cumulus. “Allow me to worship you, over and over again.”

“Then do it, darling,” Cumulus leans back, beckoning Mountain closer and hooks her leg over Mountain’s shoulder, minding his horns.

Mountain doesn’t need to be told what to do twice. He starts slowly, teasing her as he licks her over the already damp fabric of her panties, making a mess of them until he can’t resist anymore. He hooks his fingers in the side of her panties, pulling them down, too impatient to figure out what to do with the garter belt and stockings. It does not matter, as he delves his tongue into her wet cunt. He hums as he hears her moan, the vibrations making her moan even louder. She might have been teasing him all day, but he knows how to take her apart.

 “Mountain,” Cumulus whines his name, desperate for more as she bites her lip. Her breath is already short as she grabs the back of Mountain’s head, holding him in place as she grinds against his tongue.

Mountain leans back, taking a quick breath before he goes back, tasting her on his tongue as he carefully avoids touching her clit just yet. He wants to drag this out just a little longer. He brings his hand up from where it has been kneading into her plush thigh, gliding his fingers through her cunt, teasing her for just a breath before he presses a finger inside her. She’s so wet and relaxed he adds another one, fucking her slowly as he starts paying attention to her clit and circles it with the tip of his tongue.

Mountain curls his fingers inside Cumulus, sucking gently on her clit. He can hear her gasp loudly, saying something he can’t really make out, and he feels her tighten around his fingers. Knowing she is getting close, Mountain doubles his efforts and adds a third finger as continues paying attention to her clit, varying between swirling his tongue teasingly and sucking with even more intent than before.

Shocks ripple through Cumulus as what Mountain intends to be her first orgasm of the night hits her. Mountain smiles broadly as he gently fucks her through the aftershocks, placing a kiss on the top of her mound when she lays down on the bed and he pulls her underwear back in place. He crawls up on the bed and lays down next to her, taking in the sight of the gorgeous ghoulette, hair spread out like the beautiful clouds she was named after. “How are you feeling, ‘Lu?”

“Appreciated,” Cumulus giggles as she pulls him in for a proper kiss, playfully knocking their horns together. “And ready for more.”

[itstimetoghoul]

ahhh welcome back ♡♡♡ ive missed you and your art

forloooorn!!! I've missed your many delicious written contributions to this community. mwah mwah //

[nocturnalghoul]

YOU HAVE SUCH A BIG BRAIN. ITS A LADY.

I FINALLY just now saw the face and was like WAIT LADY!! Then I noticed the arm and was like OH ITS AN ENTIRE WOMAN. I think part of the issue is that her dress is green so it looks like foliage normally.

But like what is that above her?! Cause something is partially covering her head. You can sort of see it in one of the color photos but like there has to be more to the sleeve. Either way I feel like I partially cracked the code lol

[nocturnalghoul-archive]

*puts finger to your lips* shhhhhHHHHHHH

i canNOT be thinking abt this rn im supposed to be writing hatefuck

*quickly shoves aside document that just says “Painter Mountain Ficlet” at the top*

Huh?… what?…. Oh hi Crow… I’ll wait ❤️. He teaches a weekly class for the siblings :)

[everybodyshusband]

hey hey, i heard your call for dew comfort. ive written a short little something here, but might i recommend miasma's when the walls come down if you havent already read it :)

i love that ficlet of yours so much oh my goodness ! dew speaking so softly for mountain is very aakhsdfkdsjf 🥺🥰😭 he comforts him so well aauaauhgghh <3 <3

yes, i have read when the walls come down ! and i will never be quiet about my love for it, haha :D

thank you so, so much for popping into my ask box with both of these, crow ! i really appreciate it <3

[iamthecomet]

COMET THAT SWISS/DEW FICLET IS GONNA BREAK ME GAHH

i am almost to the end of my fic inspired by the chaos twins movie night and i may or may not have screamed a little because THEM oh my god why do they just go together so well

OH MY GOD. I can't WAIT to read this!? My Sunshine/Dew brain rot just keeps getting worse and I am so EXCITED TO READ THIS.

♥♥

[genloss-soundtrack-bracket]

propaganda !!! <3

[noahl-art]

✨️ Happy Valentine's day ✨️ (last one I promise)

Small gift for @forlorn-crows 🌿

It's based on And You Know That It Takes Two (it was so good 🫠)

Thanks for blessing us with your amazing writing!!

[floating-goblin-art]

perspective practice feat more mean rain (and swiss getting put in his place)

edit: my impatient ass forgot to add-- loosely inspired by @forlorn-crows' fic!

[ghcstcd]

corey i've never said directly to you how enamored i am with your art. and i thought, hm, i must remedy this immediately, so here i am.

Thank you so much! I'm in such a weird spot with drawing right now, so I'm glad to hear that people are enjoying it so much!

[yesandpeeps]

Request from @forlorn-crows of Mountain being shy about his braces <3

Based on this picture :-)

[ineylesian]

THRASH

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY X READER

AO3 | KINKTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST

DEBRIEF | ghost has been avoiding you since your last deployment. you think he’s hiding something.

WARNINGS | smut, handjobs, slight degrading, semi public sex, dom! reader kinda?, smug ghost

WORD COUNT | 1k

THIS WORK IS MEANT TO BE READ IN AN ADULT READER’S POINT OF VIEW. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Finally.

“Where are you going, Riley?”

Your hand encloses around the base of his arm, twisting cruelly as the other spins him your way. Black polyester shifts at your fingertips, and you feel his muscles twitch under the jacket.

Ghost looks down at you, eyes faintly parted in shock. You nearly recoil at the sight. His features are ridden with fatigue— eyeblack smudged carelessly around his lashes, hollowing out sunken eye bags that make it look like he hasn’t slept for days.

You open your mouth to question him, until your knee knocks against the fly of his jeans. Glancing down, you find yourself pressed against the outline of his cock, strained against denim and nearly searing through it.

“Huh.” You smirk, lips painted coy. “Having a rough week, honey?”

Ghost sinks down partially on the wall you have him pinned against. His hood is far gone by the winds, and you’re surprised the cigarette he dropped hasn’t blown away yet. Smile sticking to your face, one of your feet stomps on it, languidly dragging the remains against concrete.

“Thought you wouldn’t notice I wasn’t around.” His voice is low, gravely and thick with impatience because he knows he’s caught. “Guess I’m not the only bad one here.”

There’s a low ambiance from inside, softly buzzing the wall he’s pushed up against. His gaze drifts to the side, fighting the urge to push you off of him and take to the woods.

The night is young, the sun gone some hours ago when you and the rest of the Task Force arrived. Instead of drowning yourself in liquor from your recent success in Berlin, you took to shadows and scathed trees in search of your Lieutenant. He’s aware that you’ve been worried sick about him since you touched down in Germany, and he’s also aware that you no longer care due to the erection pressing against your leg.

Ghost looks back at you, shallow blues swallowed by a forlorn sky.

“Well, you got me right where you want me.”

It’s been a few days, nearly a week since you’ve seen even a shadow of Ghost around. He’s been avoiding you because of something like this? Trying to flip if on you when he’s cornered? Ridiculous.

“Always trying to soften the blow on yourself.” You scoff, fingers looping around the frame of his belt buckle. “You’re pathetic.”

Your hand pulls on the last of the zipper, pushing his belt loop to the side, and tugging his boxers down. Ghost groans, low and savory, his cock nestled against a faded scar on his abdomen. Your hand moves from the band of his underwear, fingers daintily running along the base of his dick.

Mild hums join in with the music from inside, and you hear boots kicking up dust from the exit around the corner. Ghost reaches for your hand, but you’re quick, moving the other to delve under his mask. His lips quiver under the cold press of your hand, and you smile, pressing him further toward the wall.

“Don’t want other people hearing us, yeah?”

He nods, half heartedly, blonde eyelashes shifting under amber lamplight. You hum, smoothing your pointer finger along the tip of his dick. Pre drips against your skin, warm and sticky. Low vibrations hit the hand that covers his mouth as you lather his length in his own mess.

It’s loud, the squelch that joins squawking crows and chilling drafts. Ghost’s breath is warm against your skin, choppy and dripping with saliva as you work his dick. His face drips with sweat, skin warm to the touch despite the winds that roll over it.

“Needed me this bad, huh?” You simper, teasingly squeezing his balls, hung low and heavy. “I wonder what the others would think, not being able to keep your dick in your pants. What’s gotten into you, Riley?”

Riley. He shudders, hips involuntarily bucking toward your hand. You grin, tongue lining your teeth in satisfaction. He was right, you have him exactly where you want him.

“Well,” you release your hand from his mouth, increasing the pace of your strokes as you do so. “Got anything to say?”

Ghost gasps at the release, pooling fogged breaths to the night air, other hand wiping the spit from his chin.

“A little disciplinary action couldn’t hurt.” He sighs, eyes smug and gratified. “Think I’ve learned my lesson, but you can finish your punishment if you’d like.”

You roll your eyes, watching with exasperation as his lips quirk up. He always does find a way to turn things in his favor.

“Dick.”

He hums, quiet and bobbing softly against his adam’s apple. You feel his dick throb in your hold, hot and slick against your palm. Ghost cocks one of his fingers up, motioning for you to let off. Your hand leaves his chest and his neck cranes forward, arm snaking around your waist to hold you against him.

His lips taste as they always do, remnants of war and gunpowder mixing with ashes from his last cigarette. His canines prod at the flesh of your mouth, loosening only when he feels his release nearing.

Through parted lips he moans, low and satiated. You savor every noise, feeling the last waves of ecstasy wash off as warm liquid leaks over your fingers. You part, sloppily wiping his mess of the black of your pants as he tidies himself.

“Cheers, lovie.” He tilts your chin up, the ghost of a smirk disappearing with the rise of his mask. “Won’t go off your radar like that again, yeah?”

[autumnblooms]

All I can say is I have a weakness for neck kisses, and then @forlorn-crows gracious fic request spurred me on more, and here we are

[nocturnalghoul]

i would love to hear more abt frakenghouls appearance and if they have any elemental powers ♡

Frankenghoul by beloved! I honestly talked a bit more about them than just what you asked (including a little about their summoning) but it's related so yay bonus creature lore.

Slight allusions to gore at one point, but its brief and purposefully vague. It's all contained within the indented section if that is something anyone is sensitive to or does not want to read. Skipping that section does not affect comprehension of anything else about their lore.

Their features have changed over time (partially due to self experimentation with rituals of their own in the woods). Their appearance is different from when they were freshly summoned, to shortly after, to now.

When they were freshly summoned... well there is a reason the clergy termed them "the abomination". It was partially their overall look, but more so the way it was achieved. Nobody really knew anything about how to contain ghoulish features and reconcile them within a host body. The clergy definitely beefed that part of the ritual, along with their element. Several clergy members present at the ritual fainted during Frankenghoul's summoning. Their ghoulish traits (eyes, horns, tail, claws, etc.) quite literally ripped their way out of the host body in a graphic display.

I picture it as sort of similar to the werewolf transformation scene in Hemlock Grove. (Warning for anybody who isn't familiar, while I would easily call it one of my favorite werewolf transformation scenes, it is also kinda graphic as the wolf inside of him literally tears and eats it's way out. If you are sensitive to imagery like that do not look it up!). Essentially their ghoulish characteristics had to tear themselves out of the human vessel in a brutish manner.

This is part of the reason they have a lot of resentment towards the church. They had attempted to tie human glamour to the vessel itself instead of putting a ghoul into the vessel and fixing it later. Essentially the magic they used was not strong enough and everything broke through.

Immediately afterwards though, they looked like what observers at the event could only describe as a nightmarish impersonation of a person. They looked like if you took a human man and put them in a taffy puller then added cheap monster makeup. They were far too long, with weird bruised purple-gray skin. The long spiraling glowing horns and glowing eyes (each a set of one violet, one green on opposite sides of the face), fanged maw, and razor sharp tail did very little to help that spooky vibe they had going. They looked neither human nor fully ghoulish. Between the traumatic experience of creating them, and seeing the shocking end result everyone decided to immediately dip out and hold a long series of meetings deciding what to do with this thing that they created.

Good ol' Creature Feature tho managed to eventually recover and come back to their senses enough to run off. As time went on and their scrambled mind returned to them, they were sort of able to fix some things themselves. They are now probably the best and most accomplished ritualist topside so they were able to make themselves less concerning. They don't really have a use for a human glamour, seeing as they live deep in the woods and purposefully do not interact with people, but it is still intrinsically tied to their vessel.

Nowadays they look similar to how the other ghouls look "unglamoured" but the ghouls can still tell that they are a bit too beastly to be quite right. They appear overly strong and oddly proportioned. Their ears and fangs are a little too sharp, and there are lines of elemental magic that shine though out of the scars left behind from their summoning. Other ghouls can occasionally be seen glowing with magic from places besides their eyes when they are channeling their element or feeling super emotional, but Creature Feature just sort of does that constantly. It makes them rather unsettling to come across in the dark.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

They do in fact have elemental powers! It took them at least a decade to figure out how to channel them, but it's there.

Part of the reason it was so hard was because they were an Air ghoul down in hell and accustomed to drawing from their element in a particular fashion. Being forced into the opposite element meant that they had to draw from their magic in a completely different way and essentially relearn how to ghoul magic.

With time, patience, and a few midnight personal rituals deep in the woods, they also figured out how to switch between their original and new element. Whichever element they are currently attuned to will make the eye and horn corresponding to that element glow brighter. The glow from their scars though is always whichever element they are not using at the time.

They still haven't figured out how to channel both elements concurrently, but hope that by researching the modified hybrid and multi rituals the clergy made for Dew/Swiss/Sunny they can write their own ritual to make it happen.