#ghoul hc

[dewsgremlin]

Phantom is too afraid to let a hand or a foot hang over the edge of the bed at night because Dewdrop told him that the monsters under the bed are just waiting for that.

What Phantom doesn't know is that the only monster under his bed is Swiss...

[bra1nwashed]

i feel like swiss is really touchy and affectionate.

he's the type to hug someone when they're sad. he's the type to pat a person on the head or back when they do something he's proud of. he's the type to cradle someone's face in his hands and wipe tears away with his thumbs. he's the type to cuddle up with someone during the winter. he's the type to just let people sit or lay on him whenever. he's the type to hold someone's hands and give light squeezes. he's the type to kiss someone's forehead or cheek when he's leaving somewhere. he's the type to grab someone's crotch when they least expect it.

[moony-ghoul]

ghoul tail hcs

relaxed: flow behind a ghoul, slight sway when they walk

happy: tip flicks back and forth, raises upwards the happier they are

excited: dog like wagging

sad: curled downwards, sometimes wraps around their leg

angry: whole tail swings very fast and very sharp

horny: straight upwards, tip flicks back and forth

[randorambles666]

ghoul HC 💤 Phantom

phantom sleeps in the scariest positions, dude looks like he got hit by a car and then trampled by several horses and it scares the rest of the ghouls, he also looks dead when he's in a deep sleep, he's breathing will get really shallow and it'll look like he's not breathing at all, usually someone will run to get aurora because she's used to his half-deadness

[genderlessghoul]

Thinking thoughts of quintessence ghouls being able to communicate telepathically with each other.

Thinking about Swiss, who's part quint, using it fully to his advantage when he's going down on Phantom. He's able to keep abusing his praise kink even with his mouth full. Between Swiss's skillful mouth between his legs and the repeated "so good for me, such pretty sounds coming from your mouth, you look so gorgeous from down here, good boy" that he hears as if the multi ghoul is saying the words right in his ear, Phantom doesn't stand a chance.

[spoiledleaff]

Mountain, up super early making pancakes at the ass crack of dawn:

Dewdrop, just waking up: “dude, what the hell are you doing this early?”

Mountain: “oh, uh, you and Sunny mentioned that it’s been awhile since you guys last had chocolate chip pancakes.”

Dewdrop, clearly confused: “…yeah?”

Mountain: “so, I’m making them. The chocolate chip pancakes. For breakfast.”

Dewdrop: “because Sun and I wanted some?”

Mountain: “yup.”

Dewdrop: “so you got up super early—“

Dewdrop: “because we get up super early—“

Dewdrop: “to make us pancakes that we said we wanted.”

Mountain: “yup.”

Dewdrop:

Dewdrop: “bend me over this counter right now, you fucking asshole—“

[themidnightghoul]

The Scars Remind Us

The other day, @hypnoneghoul made a post about a HC regarding Dew’s arm veins. It sat in my brain for a bit and I finally sat down to write out a quick little thing about them!

Enjoy! 💙

His arms were itchy again. It was difficult trying to ignore it, the phantom itch that was somehow always present. It got worse during Rituals when his sleeves covered up his forearms and he couldn’t do anything about them. If he itched them, he’d draw attention to them, and that’s the last thing he wanted. So he’d ignore it as best he could, play through the Ritual and keep his focus on anything else except how bad his forearms itched.

But every time the fabric of the long sleeved shirt moved against the scars, he winced. Whenever one of the others would brush up against his arms as they moved around each other, he would draw away just the slightest bit. If his guitar somehow managed to hit his forearms at any point, he’d have to suppress a sob at the feeling. He knew that the fans went insane over his hands, the veins in them always prominent when he would play, and that never bothered him as much. But when he’d see photos or videos of himself during Rituals and his forearms were visible? He hated it. The fans all thought they were just arm veins and would go on and on about them, just like his hands, but they weren’t veins at all.

When Dew went through the transformation from Water to Fire, he lost all of the things that made him him. His former Element was quite literally burned away to make room for his new more volatile Element. The gills on his neck and ribs melted and sealed shut, the scars becoming less visible as the years went on but still noticeable. And on his forearms, where his beautiful fins once were? Two long lines, easily mistaken for veins. A permanent and ever visible reminder of what he had lost, what he had given up, to become who he was now.

Rain would kiss them after each Ritual, gently removing his shirt and pressing his lips down each scar slowly. He would whisper how beautiful he was, how much he loved him, scars and all. Rain understood the pain that Dew felt better than anyone else did and he swore to spend the rest of their existence showing Dew just how incredible he was no matter what he looked like. It helped, Dew would never deny that, but it was like picking at scabs as a wound healed. When Rain finished, he would rub lotion on the scars, slip his hoodie over Dew’s body, and hold him until they fell asleep together.

Dew hated his scars but without them, he’d never have Rain. and had decided long ago that he could live with a few scars on his body if it meant that he would always have his Water Ghoul to kiss them better.

[inbred-mothman]

Some phantom headcannons bc I said so

• He likes chewing on things. Hard rubber is a delicacy to his chomping desires. If he's understimulated or goes too long without chomping on something he's GOTTA bite something even if it's chewing on his tail. Even though he knows he shouldn't because he could accidentally chomp too hard. The ghouls usually try to stop him when they notice. Usually tail chewing isn't a conscious decision.

• Tommy has some anxiety issues. (The chewing being one if his self-soothing techniques as well.) Being new, he doesn't quite know or understand all of the regular pack activities and social queues which can sometimes make him feel left out or estranged from everyone else. The pack try their best to include him in everything though.

• Sensory sensitivity. Sensory is completely different in this realm than it was in the pits. Down there survival was the main focus so he was always constantly on his toes. Now that he's here and can slow down and experience the world he notices how many little things can send him into overstim. Loud noises, wet cloth, bright lights, all things he grows to have a large distaste for. The pack help him figure out his needs and accommodations though.

• Bat wing hoodie. He has a batwing hoodie. Need I say more? To announce his presence in the room he'll open up the wings and say "boo!"

• His true demon form is closer to that of a wyvern which is where the interest in bats comes from. Although demons and creatures from the pits don't typically exist in this realm other than to do the biddings of Satanic followers, bats are close enough.

• When he goes nonverbal he can still somewhat communicate through Wyvern clicks, chirps, and trills

• His quintessence isn't as strong as Aeth's due to being a younger ghoul and not having a large amount of practice with it, but Aeth takes a couple days off each week along with Omega to help coach him in using it.

I may add more as they come to me

[tehriel]

An Aurora head-canon~

[dewsgremlin]

Rain is the kind of person who tells all sorts of useless facts about sea creatures and their favorite fish while having sex.

"Did you ~ ahhh ~ know t-that ~ ahhh ahh ~ fish can also ~ ahh ~ get seasick?" - Rain while being f~cked by Dewdrop.

[divine-misfortune]

TW for gore and ghoul cannibalism...murder ghouls my beloved.

What if in order to inherit an element, the new ghoul has to kill the previous owner in order to take it?

Feral things taken from the pits of hell and left with the one they're supposed to replace, the element contained inside their fragile mortal vessels. I'm sure there's some sort of...natural draw to the element, like a hunger of sorts. Ravenous creatures with only a bit of skin and viscera between them and what their body aches for. The ghoul before them is just a casualty to their desire.

Swiss and sunny were lucky, there was no element for them to inherit. Though as multi ghouls there might come a time they're made to take one on. It was a bridge they might one day have to cross, but an afterthought for the moment.

Mountain tore into Ivy without an ounce of hesitation.

Ivy fought back decently, from what little Mountain can remember. He doesn’t know if his brain just purposefully tucked the memory away, or if he was truly blinded by bloodlust. They were both fairly matched in size but Ivy was older...tired.

At a certain point it almost felt like he'd accepted what was to come, his struggling died down, his cries became feeble warbled sounds…Or maybe it was Mountain desperately cracking into his rib cage like Persephone did the pomegranate. His blood tasted sweet like honeysuckle, and Mountain licked every drop from his claws.

To this day he remembers, and shamefully yearns for another taste.

Mist was...A problem, to say the least.

She fought Dew with the same ferocity even when her wounds delved past being fatal. Mist fought him with everything she had up until her body gave. He wasn’t much bigger than her, but he was certainly faster. Dew ran circles around her, it was almost like he was playing with his food.

He tore into her throat mercilessly, he ripped her apart. Mist was well past mangled by the time he was finished. He was so covered in her blood, her cool toned skin caught in his teeth, one could have thought he’d been the victim of such brutality.

Dew can still feel the way her viscera left his skin sticky, the showers and ceaseless scrubbing have never managed to rid him of the phantom sensation.

Poor Zephyr.

They realized from the moment they were shoved into that small concrete room they stood no chance. They were already old and broken in more ways than they could count. It was a pitiful sight to watch them sink to their knees and hang their head.

Zephyr squeezed their eyes shut and waited. Waited to be torn apart just like they’d done to the previous air ghoul, he was the reason they were like this now, frail and unable to fight back. Perhaps he’d planned it that way, revenge for their cruelty.

The girls made it quick at least, some compassion in them even in this feral state. Cirrus had cradled their face in both hands and studied the lines creasing their face for a minute before abruptly twisting. Snapping their neck in one fluid motion, the sound was stomach turning.

There was no kind way to take the heart from their chest, but at least their expression remained almost peaceful even as Cumulus and Cirrus picked them clean like roadkill.

And then there was Omega…

Omega had felt it coming, had long since made peace with it. He was tired, an exhaustion that ran bone deep. Quintessence wore on his vessel over the years, though it was nothing compared to the sharp sting of grief that had pained his body. He truly felt his age these days.

He didn’t scream or bare his teeth when Aether circled him with wild hungry eyes. All he did was sigh as he sat himself on the concrete floors, wondering who would clean up the clergy’s mess when he was gone.

While Omega was almost relieved to let it happen, even his blissful acceptance could not spare him from the agony of Aether and his savagery. Aether tore nearly everything, and then some, from his chest cavity in order to satiate his appetite.

He’s never let go of the guilt, and prays that when it’s his turn whatever demon he’s trapped with will offer him the kindness he did not spare his predecessor.

But the issue…Well, the issue comes with Dew and Rain.

Dew was set to die, it had long since been decided that he was supposed to feed the beast Rain was to become. He was smaller and weaker than Rain, the fight was short lived. He was a cornered animal in a very tiny cage. Rain was elegant and lethal in the way he sunk his claws into him, and Dew’s never been able to shake the image of him poised above him. Half delirious from blood loss and high on the adrenaline trying to keep him fighting, the single light bulb haloing the feral creature above him, Rain was ethereal. In such a state, he nearly confused him for some divine and holy being, even when Rain sought to rip through his skin.

And as Dew laid there bleeding out, Rain having retreated with the spoils of victory, Ifrit found him. He’d never seen the fire ghoul so scared. Ifrit had tried in vain to stop the bleeding, the wounds far too grave for such simple solutions.

He begged for Dew’s forgiveness as the red continued to seep through the gaps in his fingers, and he continued his pleading when he ripped the fire from his vessel, practically ripped the heart from his chest, and poured whatever magic he had into the little ghoul’s dying body.

Ifrit would have never made Dew fight him, if things had been different and it was the two of them locked in this room. He’d have willingly offered himself up as the tinder to the beautiful fire he knew Dew could become.

It was the last act of love Ifrit could offer Dewdrop, the very thing that coursed through his veins, just to breathe life back into him. Ifrit burned himself to ash and bone just to see the spark of his element make a new home in Dew’s eyes.

[moony-ghoul]

phantoms favourite stoned activity is just feeling swiss

it’s not a sexual thing they’re just a very tactical ghoul, and swiss just happens to love the sensation

they spend hours silently passing a joint between them, swiss lazing on his back and ant just taking their time exploring

squeezing and kneading his tummy and chest, running their thumbs across his stubble, threading their fingers through the patch of hair on his sternum, tracing a claw along every wrinkle and fold of the multi ghouls body

after a few hours of this they stop seeing swiss as a living breathing thinking being and see him more as a work of art, one they want to memorise, down to every single tiny detail

[randorambles666]

ghoul HC 😣 Dewdrop

dew is someone that needs quiet time alone to feel better, he usually listens to music or practices a song he's a little rusty with but no matter what he has to be alone, he just cant take putting on a happy face when he's that overwhelmed. he's known for keeping a straight face almost constantly but he gets over tired and over worked very easily which he blames himself for because he never listens to the signs and pushes himself more than he should

[thepoisonedchalice]

some slightly spooky/creechur ghoul thoughts for you this morning..

you’re walking the corridor, it’s the middle of the night, almost completely silent save for the sound of your feet against the stone floors, maybe a light breeze coming in a window somewhere. you’re just about back at your room when you hear some low growls coming from the darkness. you pause, glancing around to see if you can see what emitted the noise. you’re sure it’s a ghoul, they like to play tricks sometimes. you continue walking, but before you can make it much further the creature from the shadows has you pinned in the alcove against the wall. it’s dark enough that you can’t quite tell who it is. the rumbling growls continue, it’s almost a purr at that point. they’re much bigger than you you know that much. the ghoul sniffs your neck, his nose brushing against you. you’re waiting for the teeth to scrape against your skin, the hint of a fang, but it doesn’t come. the ghoul softly places a kiss there instead and lets out a small giggle. and in that moment you can tell it’s swiss. he lets you go and you turn around as he snaps his fingers igniting a small flame, he’s staring down at you adoringly with the biggest goofy grin on his face.

inspired by this post and conversations with my dear @totallynotmystuff 🖤

[lenci8]

If every Ghoul was a Fire Ghoul HC's

Mountain - an erupting volcano. It's obvious, but so perfect. Slow moving magma, deadly clouds of ash.

Aurora- fireworks, a sparkler held in a child's hand.

Phantom/Aeon - downed powerlines and electrical fire. Sparks, the candles you light because of the downed powerlines. But also one of those microwavable plush that you can cuddle with.

Swiss- those fancy craft cocktails where they light some wood/herbs and snuff it out with the drinking glass. The word 'smoldering'

Cirrus- cooking with cast iron. Ethically sourced sage bundles. Those little hand warmers for your gloves.

Dew- the heat from a hot stone massage. There's this belt motor at work that I always warm my hands up on, and I wish it was big enough to just lay on. Burnt orange. Blue flames.

Cumulus- the steam from your mint green tea kettle. The perfect spot around the bonfire with friends, smoke never gets in your face.

Rain - Icarus, honestly. The Ancient Egyptians thought the sun was pulled through the sky by a giant golden chariot. Pale yellow. Hozier- Sunlight.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

polyghoul x copia

Some little ideas that won’t leave my head.

Every Saturday and Wednesday evening is movie night. They have an order of who picks the movie and someone (dewdrop) always complains about what’s picked but will always sit through the entire film completely enthralled.

Copia unofficially moved into the ghouls den. It just didn’t make sense for him to keep going back and forth between his living quarters and the den all the time, so one day he just didn’t leave.

The pack dynamic the ghouls had intimidated copia at first and he felt a little left out sometimes despite everyone making sure he was always included but once he was initiated into the pack all his anxiety diminished. He felt the same connection they all did.

Ghouls get sick, physically sick, if they’re separated from the pack for long periods of time. They all thought copia would be immune from this, not being a ghoul, but unfortunately they learnt the hard way this isn’t true when 3 days into a 7 day trip to another abbey in Italy he couldn’t keep anything down. He had to fly back home early. He was absolutely fine again within 24 hours of being back with his ghouls.

There’s a gold star chart drawn right on the kitchen wall. Each ghoul gets a gold star for good behaviour. It was copias idea to try and get them to behave a little better after he’d gotten more then one complaint about them. Mountain has the most and surprisingly dewdrop doesn’t have the least. Swiss does.

Cuddle piles. Everywhere, anywhere and anytime . The den has a massive sofa right in front of the fire that’s perfect for the ghouls and copia to curl up on around each other.

It took copia a while to get use to the purring. Especially when they were all at it and it sounds like motor race is happing. Now he can’t sleep without the sound or the light vibration that comes with it. He’s kind of jealous he can’t purr himself now.

Speaking of purring mountain is loudest. And he’s loud. One time one the tour bus mountain was sandwiched between rain and cirrus in one of the bunks and he was purring so loudly copia woke up in a panic thinking the bus was breaking down.

Copia had to learn the ghouls body language. What hiss was a good hiss or a bad one. Which thrill and Chirp were good and which were bad. If the chittering and click were good sounds or not. Thankfully the ghouls were patient with him. He’s attempting to teach them Italian in return. It’s not going well.

Sister was surprisingly okay when she learn that copia had not only a relationship with his ghouls but had joined the pack. They’d all tried to keep it hidden from her for as long as possible not knowing how she’d react but news travels fast in the abbey. She wasn’t expecting supportive but she wasn’t unsupported either. She just let it be.

Not only do the ghouls help copia get ready for a show, helping him into his robes and doing his paint. They also help him get unready after a show, gently taking the robes off and carefully washing the paint off. Copia can sometimes get a little overwhelmed after a show so he really appreciates the ghouls loving help.