#ghoul dynamics

[littleghoulghost]

Why don't y'all send me some asks about the pack/pack dynamics? Maybe about how ghouls function, etc.

[iamthecomet]

Alright, Comet. Your turn.

Throw me YOUR HC’s for the ghoul/ettes.

Ok. I FINALLY have time to answer this <3. Dewdrop's got a perfectionist streak. The image he portrays is intentional (albeit chaotic) and he gets really uncomfortable when people interpret him in a different way than he intends. Like, don't call him sweet, or nice, you're going to get bit. Competitive to a fault. Does. Not. Lose. Mountain grows and dries tea. Keeps a massive stash of it, and is always ready with a cup whenever someone needs it. He's got a tea for everything, sore throat, headache, tired? Mountain will take care of you. Aether and Rain cheat at monopoly. Sunshine takes bets on how long it will take Dew to flip the table. (Swiss usually wins the bet). Cirrus, Mountain and Aether are the cooks of the group. They tend to work together. Sunshine tries to help sometimes. But she's been relegated just to mixing, because of that one incident with the knives. Cumulus and Rain like to spend dreary days curled up with each other and a book, and maybe some of Mountains tea. Swiss, for whatever reason, seems to have one of everything stored in his room. If you're looking for something (hair tie, bobby pin, screwdriver, knitting needles, a neon blue highlighter?) just check with Swiss. His bedroom is like the ministry junk drawer. Sunshine and Dew are chaos twins. They are constantly scheming something monstrous, and they defend and protect each other at all costs. It's best to keep them separated. Cumulus is reserved--quiet. She doesn't usually join in on the chaos, but she enjoys watching it. And tends to subtly feed into it so it just gets worse and worse. All while she sips her tea and laughs quietly to herself. Cirrus likes to sneak into Mountain's greenhouse and pick flowers that she leaves in bouquets around the Abby. No one knows who does it. It's giving Mountain anxiety (because who the FUCK has been in his greenhouse?!) The only person who knows it's her is Copia, because he caught her sneaking them into his office once.

[theejael]

am i makin' you feel sick?

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yeah, okay, the ghoul's kinda cool.

[starliteonearth]

I feel like the sentiment that shipping Lucy with Cooper/The Ghoul replaces Barb as his canonical love interest ignores the fact that Cooper and Barb already had their time in the sun. They had a great, long relationship. They had a daughter and a family together. It was a good marriage. And then it ENDED. Not because of the bombs dropping but because they got DIVORCED. Cooper divorced her after finding out the truth (which is something a lot of viewers seemed to have missed apparently). There maybe plenty of things unresolved between them but the relationship was over, a long, long time before Lucy comes along.

[doortotomorrow]

cooper and lucy - leaving together

[sasukeless]

mmmmyeah

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Ifrit and Alpha getting horny while sparring hehehehehe

The issue is not that Alpha once again managed to immobilize Ifrit - for the fourth time in their forty minutes of sparring - the issue is that Ifrit is on his back on top of him, legs pinned down by Alpha's, and held in a solid chokehold, the older fire ghoul's bicep pressing firmly against his throat.

Oh, and Ifrit is very, very fucking hard in his tight little shorts.

He can't move, the thing is - can barely breath and that's only because Alpha is letting him. Even his arms are useless, because the second Ifrit tries to use them - to claw at Alpha's own, to push himself off the ground, Alpha tightens his hold, cutting Ifrit's airways off.

He really should tap out and go take care of his aching problem, but there's something so fucking good about the way he can feel Alpha's chest rising in time with his breathing, their clamy skin sticking together, and- well. The press of Alpha's equally hard cock against Ifrit's ass is a nice bonus too.

And, if Ifrit is honest, there's something thrilling about being overpowered when you're a notoriously strong bastard. Maybe that's why being thrown around on the mat by Alpha is one of his favorite passtime.

Alpha shifts slightly, panting in Ifrit ear, using his own legs to part Ifrit's wider, and there is no way it's unintentional. The manhandling makes Ifrit's dick twitch. Fuck, he's so hard. A chuckle rumbles in Alpha's chest.

"Gettin' a little bit excited ?"

Ifrit is about to retort that Alpha is in much the same situation, but the older fire ghoul cuts it off.

"Well, go on. Your arms are free."

Heat pools in Ifrit's belly, though his face burns at Alpha's suggestion.

"I- here ?"

They didn't lock the door - didn't had any reason to, at first. Anyone could walk in. It wouldn't be a first, but fuck, the idea of getting caught never gets any less humiliating. And arousing.

Ifrit strains to suck in a deep breath, Alpha's arm still weighting on his throat. He wonders if the slightly dizzy sensation is because of the lack of oxygene or the way all his blood rushed to his cock.

"Yes, here. Come on," Alpha coos, "be a good boy and touch yourself. Must hurt, mmh ? Don't you want to feel good baby ?"

Alpha is right, it does hurt and oh, that tone- Ifrit would do anything for him if he just kept talking to him with that tone.

Ifrit's hand shakes when he reaches for his cock, palming it through his short. He's been hard for so long, dick straining against the fabric and leaving a wet stain, that even such a light touch has his whole body jolting, which only makes the choking worse, which only makes him harder. Fuck.

"Sensitive," Alpha chuckles, "come on, take it out, let me see it."

With a whine, Ifrit fishes his cock out, giving it a good stroke that makes his eyes roll back.

"There it is. Already soaking, uh ?"

Alpha is lazily rolling his hips, apparently more invested in watching Ifrit touching himself, obscene wet noises making his ears twitch. Ifrit gasps at one particular good stroke, whimpering pitifully when he finds he can't fuck into his tight fist, with how Alpha is still keeping him still.

"Sh, sh, don't pout now," the older fire ghoul huffs, "focus on the head, mmh ?"

Ifrit does, and it's so much, with how worked up he already is, he nearly puts his hand away, but Alpha tuts in his ear with that admonishing lilt to it that burrows itself under Ifrit's skin and forces him to keep torturing himself.

"Attaboy, keep going, come on."

At least Alpha's voice is breathier now, chin hooked over Ifrit's shoulder to really see his struggle.

"Ah- fuck, Alpha, too much-"

Fangs scrape against Ifrit's neck, but what really makes his rythm falter is the tail sneaking between his legs, brushing his balls.

"Alright, slow down, let's make it easy for you, mmh ?"

It's a short-lived relief, because then Ifrit can feel Alpha smilling against the side of his head.

"Use your other hand and play with you tits for me."

Ifrit's pretty sure he blacks out for a second.

Make it easy for you, Alpha said. Right, and Ifrit's the Queen of England.

He knows damn well Alpha revells in the way Ifrit's trying to writhe - to no avail. But Ifrit doesn't have the strenght to fight him, so he obediantly gropes his own chest, whinning all the way through.

And then it gets worse.

"You'll come for me like this, pretty boy, and then i'll see if I can pull those filmsy excuses for shorts to the side and fuck you like this," Alpha growls in his ear.

Ifrit let out a sob.

[perfectfangirl]

i love having undeniable, without a shadow of a doubt proof and implicit statements on something because i know the haters not gone like this one but we been done told y'all from the start so ☝️

ghoulcies, we eatin' good yet again, sorry to everybody else

[lucy-ghoul]

can't believe a show based on a videogame (usually games adaptations are notoriously bad, which isn't the case here tho) gave me the beauty and the beast/twisted mirrors/enemies to traveling companions/ruthless antihero+optmistic but still badass heroine who takes none of his shit/age gap but make it sexy dynamic of my dreams. as much as i love maximus and i think he deserves the best writing ever because 1. he's a clever deconstruction of the aspiring Knight bro who's actually a bit of a loser and, as much as lucy, sees the world in black&white at first and then doesn't get what he thought he wanted but what he needs (or at least i hope he'll eventually get it), and 2. he's a cutie and i want an epic love story for him too, it's very funny how they tried to give us a puppy kind of romance and the tumblr girlies still fixated on the "toxic ~she bites his finger off and he cuts hers off and sews it on his hand in what we'll pretend it's a symbolic marriage rings exchange or whatever~ asshole who used to be a nice guy/good girl™ with a lot of spunk and hidden anger but unshakeable morals" kind of relationship.

[coffeeghoulie]

Oh I had a ton of fun writing this one, I love writing Swiss/Aeon, and Dew was fun to throw in too, I like the three of them's dynamic a lot.

Contains spitroasting, praise/degradation kink, gagging/choking, nonverbal safeword use, and aftercare. Cunt used to describe Aeon's anatomy.

divider by @wrathofrats <3

Aeon's floating.

Nothing around them matters except for the points of contact: The mattress shifting under their palms and knees. Hot hands and bony fingers digging into the slight softness of their waist, pinning their tail out of the way. Another set of hands, bigger, carding through their sweat soaked hair. Not pulling or pushing, just a comforting weight. Aeon loses themself in it, eyes fluttering as words and pleasure wash over them.

"That's it, sweetheart, suck it just like that," Swiss coos, sounding like all the world like he doesn't have his cock halfway down Aeon's throat. "So good, such a good ghoul for us."

Aeon's throat works around the intrusion, eyes watering and spilling down their cheeks as they fight not to gag. Swiss is too big for them to take comfortably, but the praise spilling from his lips hits the pleasure centers of their brain the same way Dew fucking into them from behind does. Their eyes roll back as they're pushed and pulled between the older ghouls.

They moan, gurgling, as Dew slams hard into their cunt. It shoves them further down onto Swiss's cock. They gag hard, eyes wide and glassy.

There's a laugh behind them, filtering through like Aeon's head's underwater. A sharp slap lands on the flesh of their ass. Aeon tries to yelp but can't.

"Such a needy slut," Dew cackles, draping his body over Aeon's back. Their sweat steams where their bodies press together, pooling in the small of their back. "Tight fucking cunt."

Each of Dew's thrusts knocks them forward, Swiss's cock lodging deeper into their mouth. Tears stream down Aeon's face and add to the slick mess of saliva and pre. Dew's sharp teeth nip at the shell of their ear, deftly avoiding Swiss's gentle hands. "He treats you too soft, voidling. Like you're glass 'bout to shatter. I know better," he snarls through grit teeth. "You're made of stronger stuff. You can take it like a good whore, can't you?"

Aeon can't answer even if they had the brainpower for it. For what it's worth, they're cockdrunk out of their mind. They blink up at Swiss with mismatched eyes, whining wetly as he fucks into their mouth, Dew pushing and pulling them between them.

One of Swiss's hands move down to cup their cheek, feeling it hollow under his palm as they suck mindlessly. He doesn't always wear his pleasure in his expression, so it fills Aeon with a deep, strange pride to watch his brow furrow and his teeth sink into his swollen bottom lip. His thumb moves, swiping something wet from their cheek.

"Just because you can take it doesn't mean you don't deserve to be treated nice, huh?" Swiss says, staring fondly down with pupils blown, irises a thin metallic ring.

Aeon whines, toes curling and claws digging into the covers as Dew's grip tightens and he yanks them back. His cock hits that spot that makes them see stars with deliberate, almost cruel precision. Their joints threaten to give out, hips starting to slump.

"Nuh-uh, none of that," he snaps, hauling their hips up and shifting the angle devastatingly. He snarls wordlessly, taking his pleasure from their body. "The voidling can take it. And they will."

He punctuates his sentence with an almost brutal thrust, shoving Aeon forward. They're not expecting it, and they weren't prepared to be shoved several inches further onto Swiss's cock.

Aeon's eyes go wide like silver dollars as their entire body protests, stomach churning. They shove frantically at Swiss's hip. They can't- They can't- They can't breathe and Dew's fucking them like he hates them and they're gagging and it's not stopping. Swiss is groaning like he's gonna cum and that's just gonna choke them even more and it's not hot that he's making them gag anymore and-

There's a rush of air into their lungs, and suddenly Swiss is completely gone, not touching them at all. Aeon coughs and splutters, a thick strand of saliva connecting their bottom lip to the tip of his cock. They pat twice at the mattress, unable to speak quite yet. Their wrists give out, and Aeon drops to their elbows as their chest heaves.

Vaguely, they're aware that Dew's stopped. Or at least slowed down. It's hard to tell with how desperately they're trying to catch their breath.

Big, warm hands cup their wet cheeks. "Bug, sweetheart, easy, that's it, so good for calling yellow." Swiss's voice filters in through the panic in their mind as their stomach settles. "That's it, breathe for me, okay?"

Aeon nods mindlessly, eyes squeezing shut as they focus on the warmth of Swiss's hands, of Dew's rubbing soothingly up and down their sides.

"Didn't mean to make you gag like that, voidling," Dew says softly, pressing a kiss to where their neck meets their back. His tail curls around their thigh gently, giving them the contact he knows they crave. "He's too damn big for his own good, isn't he?" he jokes lightly.

Aeon swallows, throat clicking as it works. Their jaw aches. They nod. Swiss scoffs playfully, still cupping their face. "I've never had any complaints when it's you in Aeon's spot, spitfire."

Dew huffs, never once stopping the motion of his hands. Aeon knows that he's rolling his eyes. "Not about that right now."

"Of course not," Swiss whispers, sinking down until he can press his forehead to Aeon's, their horns clicking together. "Hey, baby, how you feeling?"

"Fuck," they wheeze, wiping at their mouth and chin with the back of their hand. "Stupid fucking gag reflex."

"It's alright, buggy," Swiss chuckles, but his eyes have a hard glint of concern as he watches their face. "Should we get you laid out and comfortable, sweetheart?"

"Please," Aeon whispers in a rasp. Swiss glances up over their shoulder, having a silent conversation with Dew. He pulls out gently, both of them hissing with sensitivity. Dew keeps his hands on Aeon's hips, coaxing them to lay down, first on their stomach before helping them roll onto their side. His hands vanish, and so do Swiss's.

Before Aeon can even start to whine because no one's touching them, Swiss scoots to lay in front of them, chest to chest and murmuring soft praise into their hair. Aeon shoves their face into his collarbone as a warm weight settles behind them, Dew's nose nuzzling into their hair as he slips into their big spoon, legs tangling together.

"Take as long as you need, sweetheart," Swiss whispers, his breath hot on their scalp as it ruffles their hair. "You have all the control here. And if you want to call it a night, that's okay too."

"Just, just give me a minute," they nod, chuffing softly as they rub their cheek against Swiss's collarbone, Dew pressing warm kisses to the back of their neck. "Thank you."

"Don't thank us, voidling," Dew whispers, lips quirking up in a smile as it makes Aeon's ear flick against the side of their head. "We're meant to make sure you're good."

Swiss chuckles, kissing the crown of their head. Aeon basks in the closeness of the older ghouls, pressed up so tight to them that they can feel each of their hearts beating. "What Dew means to say, I think, is that you put so much trust in us. We're not going to take that for granted. Never. We both love you very much, Aeon."

Aeon chuffs, tail curling around Dew's as they cling to Swiss. "Love you two too."

[iamthecomet]

I hope you slept well and that you have a good day today!! I'm so glad it helped, mission accomplished!! I tried to make it as adorable as possible and it's good to know that I achieved that as well. And woohoo!! I don't often pay attention to other Ghouls outside of Dewdrop and Mountain (not because I don't like them, I'm just very fixated on Dewdrop and Mountain, and when I fixate... I fixate hard, if that makes any sense) so I was writing Rain based off of how I personally saw him/how I've seen him in other fics. Dewdrop so has a soft spot for Rain, there's no doubt about it! Dewdrop could be in the worst mood imaginable and Rain would just waltz up to him like it was nothing, no fear or anything, and Dewdrop would suddenly find he felt a bit better...

It was a lot of fun!! I got to hand out candy and pens to people while listening to Ghost (specifically Year Zero and Spillways on loop). I'm still extremely worn out and tired so I might take a nap later, my brain decided to wake me sometime after 6am instead of letting me sleep in

You absolutely need a nap today!!

I'm glad your parade was fun, that honestly sounds like a blast.

I'm working at my local library for a couple of hours this morning. I honestly love doing it. It's usually pretty slow, but it's really nice to just hang around with books for a little while. No one else is here, so it's very quiet and nice.

Rain is the only ghoul who can just walk up to Dew when he's mad and not have to be worried about getting literally snapped at. Everyone else has to be careful, Dew can be unpredictable. But not with Rain. Rain can snuggle right up to him and Dew will just sigh and lean into it.

[dreamaruu]

I love your DR art, so I'm very excited that you like TG as well!! Can you draw Tsukiyama?

The nepo baby himself 🌹

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Pack dynamic headcanons bc why not

- Packs are different than clans, clans are a family while packs are more of a polycule. However, a pack can become a clan if kits are introduced.

- Different elements have different cultures and customs around coming of age, but usually ghouls leave their birth clan when they reach adulthood. They may return after a bit to rejoin the clan, join a new clan or pack, or just roam around as a solitary ghoul.

- A pack is essentially a queerplatonic polycule (some small packs are romantic polycules, such as Cirrus, Cumulus, and Swiss before they were summoned). Cuddling, grooming, kissing, sex, etc. are all shared among pack members as ways of showing affection and trust.

(Spicy HCs below the cut hehe)

- In the Pit, sex wasn’t very common, usually only done during heats/ruts or as part of a seasonal ritual (full moon orgy, anyone?). Pit ghoul bodies are composed of a lot more magick than surface ghoul bodies, so they give packmates affection and pleasure in more intricate, spiritual ways.

- However, surface ghoul bodies are much more humanlike. It’s much harder to intertwine magick because of the scarcity of ambient magickal energy in the environment. This means that sex and physical affection is a much easier and more enjoyable option to give affection and pleasure to packmates.

- And boy do the surface ghouls fuck. It’s in their nature to engage in sin and hedonism so there’s a lot of freaky sex happening.

- Sex with a person outside of a pack is almost unheard of in the Pit but it’s common on the surface. There’s so much weird sex to be had, you can’t just contain yourself to a small group.

- Mated or courting (romantically involved) ghouls tend to get possessive of their partner(s) around heats/ruts but are generally alright with their partner(s) having sex with other ghouls.

- Technically, humans are unable to form the spiritual bond needed to be part of a ghoul pack, but Copia’s ghouls have decided he’s part of the pack. He had an “initiation ceremony” where he had a train run on him by the entire pack and nearly passed out.

[captain-astors]

Creature. (The rendered ones are referenced from manga panels)

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Alpha is Secondo's favorite.

He'd like to pretend it isn't obvious, but if he's being honest, it's a well-known fact.

No ghoul can march into his office without knocking, kicking the door open violently enough for the wood to protest loudly, and live to tell the tale.

No one but Alpha.

The fire ghoul will drop on the chair facing Secondo, one leg thrown over the armrest, and start complaining about one thing or the other, and Secondo will pretend to be annoyed at him but still, he'll listen. He'll also act as if he's unaware this little scene is Alpha's way of forcing him to take a break.

The long nights drinking together are some of Secondo's fondest memories - though some are more blurry than others. Tipsy Alpha truly is a sight to behold, cheeks flushed orange, sparks running erratically under his skin whenever he laughs, bright and unashamed, his usual bitterness melting away to reveal a hint of sweetness he usually conceals so well.

Maybe Secondo feels a bit like looking in a mirror when he faces Alpha.

Perhaps it makes him a modern Narcissus then, to desire someone in whom he sees a bit of himself in.

If it was anyone but Alpha seen walking alongside Secondo, slightly too close for property, shoulders pressed together, head bowed down to whisper something in the former Papa's ear, it would shock. But as it is, the casual intimacy between the two of them is as usual as the scent of encens floating down the hallways.

Secondo isn't young anymore, but whenever his favorite fire ghoul licks into his mouth with all-consuming hunger and the enthusiasm of an ageless being, skin warmed by his fire, Secondo feels eternal.

But he is not, and when he meets his fate, he feels so, so very cold.

[wrathofrats]

It’s too early idk if anyone will see these tags I left on a post but it’s omega angst time because yeah

But

I don’t think omega regrets it, but sometimes late at night when he can’t control his own thoughts, the idea that he should’ve just … been with alpha and not asked for anything more comes up. That’s his mate, his partner, and the one who will be alive for as long as he is in every universe. And omega still chose Terzo.

Maybe it would’ve hurt less. To stay with alpha. Played the part of the two highest and oldest ghouls being each others mates for life, and he could’ve been happy and not had to face the backlash and the betrayal on alphas face when omega told him he was in love with Terzo. He wouldnt have had to see the way alphas face fell but slowly rose in a way he would never want omega to see when he found out Terzo was dead and omega could no longer be with him. He wouldn’t have to feel the guilt about the fact that alpha waited for him. And gave him time. And brought him dinner on all the late nights omega slept in terzos chapel to see if he would wake up to different circumstances

Alpha never says “I told you so” like omega knows he would to any other ghoul that tried to love a human only to realize why it’s usually frowned upon. And omega will slowly move on, accept his role as alphas mate. He loves him. They’re a bonded pair. He’s in love with him in every universe.

But in this universe sometimes alpha wakes up to omega softly crying in the bathroom, and knows that even if omega loves him, he will always love Terzo more.

And he rolls over, and goes back to sleep.