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[bicokun]

Maryla confronts Sydelle about Ovid's injuries.

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[revengeghoulette]

Matcha Latte w/Rose

Part 2: The Date

Part 1 2 3

They go on their date!! A/N: Bit of a time skip. It's not like the best thing I've written, but it'll do :) It gets a little steamy but not enough to be considered Spicy. Mostly edited. Divider by @ghuleh-recs Sorry in advanced, you'll see. -Rev.

Playlist: The Rosy Crown

tagging: @obsidianghoul (ily, sorry I banned you), @sovaghoul @gottagho-st @clouds-bitch @crystalameoba @cheerycherrycandy-resurrected @foxybouquet @ghostlylivres @hypnoneghoul

It’s been almost 3 weeks since Swiss asked Mountain out on a date, and preparations for the midterm rush at The Rosy Crown are in full swing. Mist, Sunny and Swiss have been organizing the schedule to ensure that last year's snafu doesn’t occur again. They accidentally left The Rosy Crown with no staff for about 3 hours in the middle of the night, and they also ran out of flour and butter. They promised that moving forward reparations would begin several weeks before exam weeks to avoid any issues the week of.  

Mountain has been busy with office hours, lectures, and a garden club he offered to be an advising faculty member for. He tries his hardest to make sure to be at the cafe before Swiss’ shift ends so they can walk home together, but there’s been a handful of nights where he doesn’t make it. He regrets assigning so much homework. He makes a mental note to adjust the workload for next semester, especially since he’ll be teaching two additional courses. 

On the nights Mountain can’t make it to the cafe, he shoots Swiss a message to let him know so he doesn’t worry. If it's truly a rough day, he forgets all together.��

Swiss will do anything to spend time with his favorite person. He happily walks to campus with some snacks and a warm drink, to find him buried in stacks of papers gripping a red pen. He takes a seat on one of the comfy chairs Mountain has in his office, and reads the random magazines he has lying around.  

“Is gardening like your favorite thing to do, or what? You’ve got so many magazines here about greenhouses and what not, and you’ve got a little gardening gang now,” Swiss questions, laughing at the end, referring to the gardening club.

“It's… yeah. You know how we, ghouls, have an element attached to us? I’m an earth ghoul, hence the name Mountain. I have a special connection with the earth, so, yeah, gardening, and all things nature,” Mountain informs him.

“Oh, I guess I never really thought about it. I know we have ties to elements, but my parents weren’t very into that, I guess? They tried to assimilate more to the human culture, so we didn’t lean into it.”

After a moment, Swiss began getting a little antsy, distracting Mountain, “Honey, what is it? You're getting fidgety.”

Swiss blushes at hearing the earth ghoul call him honey. “Would you… help me connect with my elements? According to my parents, I have a mix of them. It's where my name came from, actually.”

Mountain sets down his pen and removes his glasses. “Wait. Swiss… Like, Swissarmy knife? Because you’re a multi ghoul.”

Swiss nods slowly. 

Mountain lets out a hearty chuckle, “That’s very cute, but absolutely, it would be my pleasure. I’m done here though. Why don’t we pick up some food and go home?”

Standing up from his chair, Swiss grabs Mountain’s coat and helps him put it on before walking out the door hand in hand. 

Swiss and Mountain have only been going out for a few short weeks, but their connection is so much more than typical crush. They have routines, they call each other during downtime just to say hello, Mountain continues to stop by The Rosy Crown every morning, and Swiss helps Mountain with grading or understanding typical young adult behavior. It seems like neither of them can spend the night alone anymore. There’s something tugging them together. 

They haven’t had their first official date, but all the hang outs are everything and more. 

‐

With midterms week upon them, Swiss, Mist and Sunny have been living at The Rosy Crown filling in for their student staff. Mountain has been at the shop every single day volunteering to help bus tables, or go around and restock supplies and books. 

Mist has gotten on his case multiple times about it before, claiming that it's not his job, that he’s probably breaking some sort of labor law by helping them. Mountain assures her it falls under volunteer work and she doesn't need to worry. Swiss admires that Mountain puts up with Mist’s fighting spirit and constantly thanks him for helping, but reassures him he doesn’t have to.

“I do it because I want to. No one’s forcing me to be here.” Mountain reassures him back. With a quick kiss on the forehead, they go back to their duties. 

Ever the creep, Sunny watches them interact. She’s never seen Swiss be so enthralled by another being before. He’s putty in Mountain’s hands. The forehead kiss sent her over the edge. 

He walks past her, and she takes this opportunity to corner him, “Dude. What the fuck. Where did you find him? He’s amazing! And he’s been so much help! Please tell me you’re gonna dick him down soon! Omg, does he have a sister?”

Swiss grabs Sunny by the arms and shakes her playfully. “Sunny, breathe. Calm down! He’s pretty amazing, huh?” 

“Who knew the playboy would settle down,” she teased, earning a glare from Swiss. “I'd snatch him from you, but I like the ladies. They're not as stinky.” Sunny makes a disgusted face before cackling and running away from Swiss’ reach He grins, rolling his eyes at her antics. Who knew the calm quiet child would grow up to be anything but calm and quiet. 

-

After a rough week of long nights, The Rosy Crown closes the weekend after midterms. Students are mostly gone on spring break, and the staff is exhausted. Swiss gives everyone a long weekend to recover and start fresh on the following Wednesday. 

Mountain wakes up with Swiss’ arms around him. He takes a moment to admire the features on Swiss’ face, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, and the horns protruding from his head. He was perfection incarnate. The gold flakes in his horns match the gold flakes in his eyes, his muscles defined by all the manual work he puts into baking, his tail wrapped around his own leg as if cuddling with him, there is no other ghoul that could match his beauty.  

He gets up quietly, placing the blanket over Swiss body, and goes to the living room. He knows Swiss isn’t waking up anytime soon, especially after the week they just had. Mountain brews a fresh pot of coffee and takes a seat on the couch, wrapping a blanket over himself. The air is getting crisper with the approaching winter, he can feel it in his bones, and see it in his hair. He's luckily able to glamour that. He picks up a random book Swiss has lying about, and begins to read it while he waits for sleeping beauty to wake up.

In the other room, Swiss wakes up alone. He feels around for Mountain, but he doesn’t find him. Groggy, he gets up and sees he's reading the book Mist said was good, but truth is… It’s trash. The writing is terrible, but the smut is hot. 

He wanted to stare at Mountain forever, but he was getting chilly and he looked so warm. Swiss quietly makes his way over before crawling on top of Mount, startling him. 

“Good morning sweetheart,” Mountain sets the book down, rubbing his hands up and down Swiss’ back while his face was smushed against him lower belly. He mumbled something in response, but Mountain couldn’t make it out. 

They adjusted themselves so that Swiss was underneath the blanket, cuddling Mountain on the couch. Sleeping beauty dozed off, and Mountain picked up the book again. After a little while, Swiss started to wake up again. Mount felt movement under him, so he set the book down and started rubbing the back of his finger up and down Swiss cheek gently. 

“You’re warm,” Swiss gets out in a groggy voice, snuggling further into Mountain. 

“Mm I know honey. I’m also hungry, and need more coffee. This book is lulling me back to sleep,” Swiss hums in agreement, “I’m gonna make us some breakfast, sweetheart.”

After they get up, Swiss warms up the coffee and starts to make breakfast for the both of them. Mountain complains because he was supposed to make breakfast, not the other way around, especially since he had a long week at the shop, but Swiss wasn’t having it. They argue back and forth for a little bit.

“I’m taking you on that date today. I’m picking you at 6,” Swiss announces as he places pancakes on a plate for Mountain.  

“Oh, thank you,” Mountain takes the plate. “Are you gonna tell me what we’re doing?”

“Nope, it’s a surprise. A little something I’ve been cooking up for a while,” Swiss says before taking a seat and cutting up his pancakes. “Wear something comfortable, and something you wouldn’t mind getting a little… dirty.”

“Are you going to explain?” the earth ghoul questions. 

“Nope,” Swiss says with a wink.

-

Swiss knocks on Mountain's door right at 6pm, not a minute early, not a minute late, exactly at 6. 

Mountain opens the door wearing a dark green Henley and black jeans. “Is this okay?” Mountain asks. 

Swiss is stunned, He just stared at Mountain for a little bit before stuttering out, “Oh, definitely. You look fantastic.” 

Swiss hands Mountain some flowers he picked up earlier that day. Placing them inside, Mountain locks up and walks down the steps, taking Swiss hand.  

“Where are we going?” The tall ghoul inquires. 

“Somewhere. Don’t worry about it sweetheart.”

After walking a few minutes down the road, they reach their destination: The Rosy Crown Cafe & Bookshop. Swiss lets go of Mountain’s hand and opens the door.

 “Swiss, what are we doing here?”

“We are on a date, my good sir. Come on.”

Swiss opens the doors and walks Mountain inside. It takes a moment for Mountain to take everything in. The blinds are all down, and there’s total privacy. Looking around, he sees strings of light are hung up, there’s a table with candles lit in the center and on either side there's a table placement and two dishes served. Soft music is playing in the background, creating a romantic, intimate space for them. 

“Swiss… how?”

“The ladies might have helped.” He smiles almost sheepishly up at the taller ghoul. “I hope you’re hungry.”

Swiss guides Mountain to the table, pulls out the chair for him before taking a seat himself. On the plate there is a serving of roasted potatoes, a kale asian salad, and a plate of creamy mushroom risotto with a fresh baked dinner roll on the side.

They dive into the meal prepared by Mist and Sunny. The earth ghoul talked about his uni work, biodegradable research projects amongst other things. Swiss cracked some jokes and delved more about his parents and his childhood. He grew up surrounded by humans and had very few interactions with ghouls. He met Sunny and Mist in elementary school and have been inseparable since then. They’re family, a pack, if you will. Mountain sips on his wine while watching Swiss enthusiastically tell stories from his childhood. 

As they finish their food, Swiss gathers their plates and sets them to the side, mentally noting to take care of them later. 

“I have something special planned for dessert, follow me,” Swiss stands up, and offers a hand to Mountain. He takes him to the kitchen, and ties an apron around him. 

“I want to ask what we're doing, but you’re not gonna tell me.” 

“You know me so well, but fine, I’ll tell you. We’re making cinnamon rolls.”

Swiss had pre-measured out the flour, cinnamon, butter, and the rest of the ingredients and placed them on the counter. 

“Oh, by 'we're making them' you mean I'm making them?!”

“Yes, but don’t worry, I’ll help.”

Swiss dumps the flour on the counter, forming a well in the center. “First, you’re going to incorporate a few things into the flour. Here,” Swiss hands Mountain a few things and he dumps them into the well. “Now mix them up using the fork, then make the well again.” 

Mountain does as he’s told. Swiss works on mixing the wet ingredients for him. “I’m going to slowly mix this in. First use the fork,” Swiss pours a small amount of the wet ingredients, making sure everything is incorporated before adding more. “Great, now use your fingers. Make your hand into a claw and mix it in. As it gets stickier, start to knead.  It’s going to get pretty sticky, but keep kneading. I still need to add in some more flour.”

Swiss stands back, watching Mountain mix the ingredients so gently, “You’re going to have to be a little rougher baby,” he states after dumping in a few more cups of flour.

Mountain starts to get tired from kneading since he’s been going at it for a few minutes. 

“Swiss, this is hard. I’m getting tired,” he complains. 

 That's not the only thing that's hard, Swiss mumbles under his breath. 

Swiss stands behind him, slightly pushing his hips against Mountain’s back, and helps him knead. Mountain turns his head back, they stare into each other's eyes for a second, and lean in, lips meeting at a feverish pace. 

“Let me take over Mount.” Swiss mumbles into the kiss. He quickly finished kneading the dough while Mountain stands behind him, kissing his neck, hands roaming his body, leaving a trail of flour and dried dough on his clothes, especially his ass.

Swiss sets the bowl with the dough aside, Mountain takes this as an opportunity to grab him and press him against the counter. He leans into Swiss, his ass pressing against the counter, he towers over Swiss for a moment before kissing him with all his might.

Swiss’ arms immediately go to the back of the Mountain’s head, pressing him closer to his mouth, fingers playing with his hair. Swiss pulls on his hair to see what kind of reaction he would get, and he got the best reaction possible. A moan escaped Mountain’s lips as his head was pulled back, foreheads joining after Mountain lets out a whine from Swiss still pulling his hair back. Mountain wanted nothing more to get Swiss naked right then and there.

“Mount…” Swiss whispers, fearing that if he spoke any louder, the moment would be ruined. 

“I'm gonna kiss you again.” Mountain announces in the same quiet tone. 

Mountain goes for Swiss neck, inhaling his scent before lightly kissing him in that little patch near his ear. He wants to bite, he knows and recognizes what this attraction is but Swiss doesn’t. He can't jump the gun and do something that could probably destroy their souls. 

Without realizing, he shakes his head, shaking the thoughts away, Swiss is too high on the love right now to catch Mountain's head shake. Instead, he moans when Mountain begins to kiss down the front of his neck to his collarbones. Tracing the outline of those delicate, sensitive bones. Swiss throws his head back, opening himself more for Mountain. His hands still tangled in his hair, tugging lightly every now and then. He leaves a few hickeys on Swiss collarbones before returning to his lips. Swiss feels Mountain's fangs when he slides his tongue into his mouth, both of them fighting for dominance. Mountain’s hands are gripping Swiss hips so tightly there's bound to be bruising tomorrow.

They hear a distant beeping that’s becoming louder and louder, then they realize it was the timer letting them know the dough was done proofing. Swiss pushes Mountain away softly. 

“Give me a second, and then we can continue, we should get these into the oven,” Swiss pants. 

Mountain, panting equally as hard, nods, but he doesn’t let go of him. He holds Swiss by the waist, continuing to kiss his neck while he rolls out the dough and spreads the cinnamon sugar butter on the dough before rolling and cutting them.

Placing the rolls into the oven, Swiss turns and continues to make out with Mountain. Without clearing out the counter, Mountain hoists Swiss up to the counter. The slightly shorter ghoul now towering over him. His hands start to roam underneath Swiss’ shirt, claws scratching lightly into his skin, enough to leave a faint raised line.

“Mount… more,” is all Swiss is able to get out. Mountain unbuttons part of Swiss shirt to give him access to his torso where he licks his V-line, tempted to go below his belt, but he stops himself. Maybe the coffee shop is not the place to suck his soul out through his dick. 

The timer goes off again letting them know the cinnamon rolls were done baking.

Mountain looks up at Swiss’ face, pleading with his eyes to not get off the counter. Swiss laughs and hops off, heading straight to the oven. 

“Would you mind grabbing the frosting from the fridge?”

Mountain nods and hands it to Swiss, who smears it on the warm cinnamon rolls, melting the frosting. 

Mountain discreetly adjusts himself and fixes his clothes before sitting on the bar. He can’t help but stare at the reminder of what occurred just moments ago. Hair messy, lips swollen, cheeks stained red, his shirt unbuttoned and untucked, a few scattered small hickies, little red lines peeking through his opened shirt.  

Mountain swallows hard. He tries to contain himself and let Swiss finish setting up dessert. 

“A cinnamon roll for you, but before you eat it, I have a special drink I’d to make you”

Swiss brings out a jar with green powder, and a bamboo whisk. Pouring a little bit of hot water over the green powder he put in a mug and whisked it until slightly frothy. He goes to the steamer with some oat milk in a cup, steams it then pours it into the mug and pumps some flavoring into it. 

Mountain’s eyes follow him from one station to the next, until the drink is presented in front of him. 

“I present a matcha latte with oat milk and a hint of rose. Try it,” Swiss encourages. 

Mountain takes a sip and it's like tasting a garden. The rose flavor bring out the flavor of the matcha.

“Swiss, this is delicious. It's amazing. It’s comforting. It makes me feel all warm and safe. It tastes like… home, in a way.” 

“I call it the Mountain Special. I was hoping you'd like it.”

“I love it so much,” Mountain smiles so big. He lets out a moan as he bites into the warm roll, “so good.”

Swiss chuckles. Before him there’s a big ghoul with frosting dripping from the corners of his mouth. Using his thumb, Swiss cleans off the frosting before sucking it clean. 

“And I love you, Mountain.” 

-

After cleaning up the kitchen, Swiss walks Mountain back to his apartment, hoping to stay the night and finish what they started in the cafe.

“Thank you for the wonderful date, Swiss. I loved every moment of it. I adore you so much. Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure, Mounty.”

“Um, I know you probably want to stay, but I… uh kinda need time to process tonight, if that’s okay,” he explains, twisting his fingers, obviously nervous of some sort of negative reaction.

Swiss is unsure of what to say. “Yeah, no, yeah, that’s okay! I’ll call you tomorrow. Get some rest.” He leans in to give him a kiss, but Mountain turns, his lips landing on his cheek.

“Thanks. Have a goodnight, Swiss, get home safely.” Mountain enters his apartment leaving Swiss confused outside. 

Staring into the darkness of his apartment, he closes his eyes, leans his back against the door. 

“Fuck.” 

He exhales as tears roll down his face. 

Part 3, soon, sorry

[devoured-by-shadows]

Rain at White River Amphitheatre, Auburn, WA, 04.08.2023.

📸: Mike Savoia

[twelvelevens]

patiently waiting for the moment in season 2 where the ghoul finds out his wife and daughter are long gone and the only family he has left is lucy

[mangk0]

Boy this company sure is lethal

[archduke-enver-gortash]

god realising that gort is definitely weird enough to want to drink zeke’s tears when his torture causes him to cry

[thegirltate]

Kitty has a hard time being cool.

[gorie-talks-a-lot]

"It's a Sin, sister..."

It's fair to say that Gorie took some time adjusting after her summoning. When the ghouls finally tracked her down in the Catholic abbey they realised just how fitting her name was to her too...

NSFW HERE

[onedaughterofman]

Writing Sessions #5 (Papa Emeritus III x Omega Ghoul)

Summary: When Omega finally wakes up, his hands are coated in something warm and he sees only red. In the distance, someone won't stop screaming.

Tags/Warnings: Angst, blood, corpses, character death.

A/N: I'm really sleepy rn. This gif is so silly, look at it before abandoning all hope and reading this angst.

Someone is screaming.

Omega overhears it in the distance, a faint yet painful wail coming from far away. For a long moment, he merely listens to it, searching for the source with no success.

The screaming doesn’t stop. Omega gradually opens his eyes, thick lashes obscuring his vision. Even if his lids are wide open, he can barely see red. It’s cold, so freezing, but there’s something warm and wet coating his fingers, lingering underneath his claws. Whatever it is, it also dampens his clothes. He doesn’t enjoy this sensation, not at all.

Omega feels dirty. Wiping his hands on his shirt, he tries to blink away the fog from his eyes. It doesn’t work. He feels dizzy, confused, and terribly upset. Moments ago he was practicing a guitar riff in the studio, attempting to perfect a new song Terzo showed him earlier.

Oh, how excited Terzo was. He was practically jumping around, talking too rapidly with a thick Italian accent. A new single, he declared, that would prove he still had some talent in him. A new song, something that could prove he was still useful for the Ghost project, even if he had been discarded from his position as Papa.

Maybe, if this song became a success, then he would be given his title back.

“But why do you want to be Papa again?” Omega had asked, sharp nails tracing patterns on the other’s back. “I thought you hated it.”

The silence is profound before Terzo replies. “What else can I be?” He whispered, eyes lost in the distance and deep in thought. “I was born to become Papa.”

“No one is born to do anything,” Omega retorted, fingers stopping to gently lift Terzo’s chin. “That’s just humans being egocentric.”

“Maybe,” he continued, after a beat. There was a tinge of something bitter on his tongue, coating the words. “But without it I’m no one.”

“You are mine,” Omega wanted to say, but he didn’t dare to. He was a coward, a demonic being quivering in the hands of a mortal. “You’re all I could ever wish for.”

Something happened after Terzo left. Omega had a guitar on his hands, but now his hands are empty.

No, not totally empty. There’s something on his lap, and he’s holding it closer, but he doesn’t recognize what it is. There are muffled sounds around him, but he can’t distinguish what they are because the sound of screams is too loud now, even over the rumble of blood running wild in his veins and arteries. The raw, painful noise makes his ears hurt.

What happened?

Oh, Satan. What happened? He was in the studio, but then the sigils on his skin started to burn and he saw red, so much red here and there. Someone was yelling too, talking, begging maybe. Someone was wailing in pain, before the silence overtook them.

No.

Slowly, the memories come back. Like pieces of shattered glass, they glisten in his palms before digging on his flesh as he presses his fists tight. Omega recalls Terzo’s face; eyes wide open and black tears falling down his cheeks, he remembers his extended hands and broken babbles, pleads and languish sobs.

No, please.

Why was Terzo crawling on the floor, crying? Why was he imploring and running away?

It’s me, Omega!

The sigils burn again. Omega raises one hand, curls it over his head in an attempt to soothe the pain. He feels like falling on the ground and writhing in pure agony. When the smell hits his nose, Omega thinks he might puke.

Please, stop! It's me!

Blood. His hands are coated in blood.

The screams grow shriller. Omega falls back, dropping whatever he was holding and blinking frenetically. His claws dig on his flesh as he heaves for air, struggling to regain consciousness. If the sigils burn and hurt this much, it means someone gave him a command he resisted.

Why did he resist? He’d never disobey Terzo, of course.

But then, ghouls must obey Papa. And Terzo is not Papa anymore. Did Nihil give him an order? Something he refused to do, to the point that old man had to use The Pact to force him to?

If this is a nightmare, then Omega wants to wake up immediately. Blood stains his mask when he flattens his palms over the eyes, pressing vigorously. He wants to claw his eyes out, because the sight it’s too gruesome when his vision ultimately goes back to normal.

There are bodies laying around. Bodies he recognizes, of course. There’s one in particular he’d identify anywhere, here and in the end of the world, by smell and touch only. That’s a body he clung to uncountable nights, a body he praised and worshipped the same way a mortal reverences a god.

The screaming grows much louder. Omega crawls further, stopping in horror only as he recognizes what is in front of him. He falls back again, head shaking and pupils tiny in his too big irises.

Terzo’s head. He had Terzo’s head on his lap, dropped it in the midst of his panic. He’s covered from head to toe in the Emeritus brothers’ blood, in his lover’s blood.

Becoming a prey of his own despair, Omega curls on the floor, hands blindly reaching for Terzo. The weight of his head becomes a bitter comfort. He keeps it close to his chest as he sways back and forth, over and over again.

It takes long minutes for Omega to discover he’s alone in the room. Yet, the wailing never stops.

No one is screaming.

No, it was just him all this time.

Ps: I don't know man, i'm too sleep deprived to actually think about the consequences of my actions.

[tactax-art]

Batfam Godtiers!

Bruce Wayne - Knight of Blood (Guardian of Obligation)

Dick Grayson - Heir of Heart (Avatar of Identity)

Jason Todd - Rogue of Rage (Distributing Impuslsivity to others)

Tim Drake - Prince of Time (In service of Opportunity)

Damian Wayne - Mage of Space (Knowledge of the Concrete to serve himself)

Duke Thomas - Seer of Hope (Knowledge of Imagination to serve others)

Cassandra Cain - Page of Breath (Served by Freedom)

Stephanie Brown - Sylph of Void (Heals/Helps Obsession in others)

(Not pictured cause I honestly forgot: Barbara Gordon - Witch of Doom (Sponsored by Inevitability)

[bicokun]

Spike's counterattack is vicious, but Ovid's got a trick up his sleeve, himself...

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[posdnd]

i cant put this anywhere

[ghostbc-headcanons]

HI, I saw the ask about papas in fantasy books and I found myself thinking...how would every papa react to seeing a s/o who really likes rpg and is trying to explain how the d&d system works or is running a session for example . I have very bad english, this is not my first language, sorry :(

anon don't worry your english is great!! i'd be happy to fulfill this request for you :)

PAPAS W/A D&D OBSESSED S/O

PAPA NIHIL: is possibly the most confused out of all of them but will smile and nod and listen as best he can! i think he would appreciate the storytelling but there's just Too Much stuff to keep track of for him. but he would be very curious about like, custom homebrewed (i think that's the term for it) campaigns. ("could you make one about lucifer? would that be possible?")

PAPA I: admires your enthusiasm! though he doesn't know as much about D&D specifically, he's enjoyed fantasy as a genre since he was a child, growing up with the hobbit and lord of the rings. he's an incredibly patient man, having no problem asking questions about things he may not understand, and is always happy to indulge in your interests. though he may not enjoy playing D&D as much as he'd enjoy writing campaigns, he would be honored to play with you regardless!!

PAPA II: he's never been as into fantasy as his older brother, so initially while he's not dismissive, you can tell he's not super interested by the concept. that is until, you get into the battle and RPG elements. holy shit, you've never seen him be this excited about anything ever??? you convince him (more like he convinces you) to join your next campaign, and he comes up with his own character and everything! he likes the math and the development of characters a lot and after you finish the session for the day, he tells you not to tell terzo about this because, in his words, he'd be crucified. you're just happy to share D&D with him

PAPA III: is definitely a little overwhelmed and confused by the whole idea, but he's the kind of person to always try something at least once to see if he likes it! especially considering it's so important to you. like primo, he loves how happy you get just talking about it, so of course after you explain everything, he'd love to join your campaign if you ask! you just... might need to take things a little slower with him, what with his short as fuck attention span LOL. i think he'd make playing D&D a hoot, honestly. he'd be flirting with all the characters (and you)

PAPA IV/COPIA: dude. this guy fucking LOVES D&D are you shitting me??? you don't have to explain jackshit to him because he actually might know more than you. he's played it since he was a teenager!! when he finds out you like it as well, you don't think he's ever been more ecstatic - not many others in the church were ever as enthusiastic about it as he was. he jokes that you two are like a fantasy-loving match made in heaven :)

[polutek]

Basically went to my friends' house, killed some dudes with my fathers saber and died two times while doing so.

It literally happened, you can't tell me it wasn't true.

[nixotinix]

I don't know if you did this already, but for the Monster High outfit meme, how about Ghouls Rule Jackson and Holt? 👓🎧

I actually tried to do some Ghouls Rule designs for them a while back, but I absolutely hated them so I never posted. So I revamped them!

Jax I wanted to have more of a traditional masquerade vibe with a few punk influences. Holt I originally wanted to have in trad masq also, but I eventually decided fuck it and put him in something you'd see at a rave, it fits him a lot better. Also, to clarify and since there's no colour, the straps on Holt's boots is police tape!! Maybe I'll colour them later, idk.

[decease-soul]

Mel is v tired