#ghoultrifle

[coffeeghoulie]

#12 is so swiss/aeon coded if you wanted a pop art that? <333

thank you for the prompt! I hope you enjoy!

#12 from this prompt list: lifting you up during a hug and swirling you around

"You sure you want me teaching you this, stickbug?" Swiss asks, brushing a strand of dark hair behind their ear. "Aeth and Omega would be more than willing to help with your magick."

Aeon sighs, leaning into Swiss's warm touch. They're both lounging in Swiss's room, smoke-hazy and not quite sober, spending a lazy afternoon in each other's arms. "It's embarrassing though," they say, dragging it out nearly into a whine. "I've been Up Top for months and I can't connect to your guys' minds. Any quintessence ghoul worth their salt can do it. And Aeth and Meg are busy in the infirmary."

Swiss hums, still playing absentmindedly with their hair. "It's not embarrassing at all, buggy," he says, voice gentle as it washes over them. "It took almost a year for me to get used to my magick Up Top. It works differently up here than it does in the Pit. It still kind of slips every once in a while. It's okay to ask the others for help."

"I'm asking you," Aeon presses, leaning in close enough to touch their nose to Swiss's, face crinkling as his mustache tickles his upper lip.

Swiss grins, nudging his horn against Aeon's two-toned one. "Of course, stickbug," he says, urging them both up so they're sitting. "You want me to show you how I do it, with my little quintessence? Or do you want to show me what you've been trying?"

"Could ya show me?" Aeon asks, chuffing softly as they lean against Swiss's chest.

The multi-ghoul nods, urging them both to stand. "You stay here, stickbuggy," Swiss says, crossing the room in a few long strides. Aeon whines as he leaves their grasp. "I don't really know how to explain it, but you just sorta, reach out? With your mind? I'm gonna show you one of my memories, put it in your head. I want you to try and do the same."

Aeon nods, swaying a little on their feet. They stare at Swiss as he focuses, gold eyes clear despite their recent indulging of some of Mountain's finest.

The world shifts, no longer in Swiss's bedroom, and suddenly Aeon's looking out over a Ritual stage, watching over Papa and the other ghouls. Aeon startles as they recognize themselves from behind, realizing that this is Swiss's point of view. They watch themselves lean out over the speaker, reaching out to the Ritual goers at the barricade, screaming and grinning. The roar of the crowd only grows as they watch themselves reach further out to the crowd, tossing a pick to a young person wearing black lipstick, grinning wide up at them.

From their point of view, watching themselves give a fan a pick, they feel pride growing in their chest, realizing they're feeling what Swiss was feeling in that moment, seeing what he was seeing. He cocks his head, grinning at them, and the memory fades.

Swiss is grinning at them when they come out of his memory. His tail sweeps languidly behind him. "You're blushing, buggy."

"Shut it," Aeon hisses, focusing and trying to give Swiss a memory of their own. They're distracted by his lazy grin, the magick slipping out of their grasp.

"Focus, darling," Swiss says, tone light and teasing. Aeon snaps their fangs once, no real threat, and tries to focus, feeling their magick swirl around their fingertips, dancing over their skin.

They remember a different Ritual, walking up to Swiss's podium, playing a song they can't put a name to. They gesture up to Swiss, and the multi ghoul crouches down. Aeon takes his face between their hands, pressing a kiss to his lips through their balaclava. As Swiss stands back up, he grins down at them, and Aeon feels the warmth blossom in their chest.

The memory fades, back to reality, and Aeon startles as they see Swiss approaching him, not quite running but almost. He scoops them up, squeezing the breath out of them with a squeak.

"Oh, buggy, you did it!" Swiss shouts, spinning them around with the momentum. Aeon clings to his neck, giggling as they spin.

"I did it?" they repeat, a little stunned, still a little high and giddy. "I did it!"

Swiss grins wider, if such a thing is possible, all teeth and crinkled eyes, setting Aeon down on their feet. He still holds them around the waist, leaning down and peppering kisses over his mottled lilac and grey skin. "You did it, baby bug," he coos, laughing as they giggle. "You don't give yourself enough credit. You've got this, you're just psyching yourself out."

"What can I say?" Aeon laughs, nuzzling against Swiss's stubble like a cat. They rub their cheek against his, chuffing happily as they settle back down on Swiss's mattress, their tail smacking against the mattress as it wags. "I've got a really good teacher."

[ghostieagere]

cw for cuts/unintentional self injury

what do you think of eczema ghouls? i think rain and aurora struggle pretty bad even when they're big. rain is the eczema poster boy, scales everywhere sounds incredibly familiar ajdkajfl. but when they're little/middle they have even less control over their scratching and it always ends up in their hands bloodied from where they just couldn't stop. maybe aether, our infirmary king, gets them some special bamboo mitts they can wear to stop them idly scratching and mountain cooks up some special creams that will help soothe their cuts and ease the itching. idk i just think it'd be neat <333

i think eczema ghouls are perfect and i think that i love this whole concept very, very much <3

most of the time, one of the caregivers can spot if aurora or rain are having a bit of a flare-up and can help put some of mountain's special creams on the patches of itchy skin to avoid any scratching incidents, but in the event that scratching does happen, aether's always around to save the day with some special mittens just like you said

(aurora hates her mittens because of the sensory aspect, but rain loves his because he'll pretend he's a little kitten with paws and will spend the rest of the day making little prrr's and mrrp's and babbling about how fun being a cat is kdsfdfjjk)

[krscblw]

more sleepy cumulus!! my new headcanon (inspired by @ghoultrifle's super cute post) is that cumulus is a serial clothes thief and all of her pajamas were stolen from the other ghouls at one point or another. (she could get her own pajamas, but they just wouldn't be as good) so here's a little doodle of that!

[jesusbutbetterrr]

Ghoulette Appreciation Weeks 2024

Well the time has come about my silly phone friends!! New year, new chances to show some love to our wonderful ghoulettes.

Use this not only as a chance to write about past and present ghoulettes, but also any OCs you may have!

There are two prompts for each week, you can choose which one you want, combine them both, even do a separate work for each if you please. Please feel more than free to tag me in each work, I'm beyond excited to see what everyone creates in the upcoming weeks!!!

Jan 1-6: Start of something new & girl's night out/in

Jan 7-13: stealing clothes & period stuff

Jan 14-20: first ritual & lazy sunday

Jan 21-27: trans ghoulettes & elemental practice

Jan 28-February 3: comfort & hobbies

February 4-10: Murder ghoulettes & self care

February 11-17: "Cant you see how much I love you?"/love confessions & makeovers/dressing up

February 18-24: coffee shop au & sick fic

February 25-March 2: pranks & getting a pet

March 3-9: marriage/soul bonding & laughing

March 10-16: caught in the rain & long distance relationships (romantic or platonic)

March 17-23: beach day & playful one upping

March 24-30: last ritual & learning new things

In the process of putting together this list I had some wonderful people pitch in to help. A special thank you goes out to @jimothybarnes @jazz-bazz @littlemoon-beam @mac-and-thefox @cheerycherrycandy-resurrected @ghoultrifle @to-spread-the-ministry <333

If there is anyone I've missed please let me know, I want to give credit where it is due.

And I believe that is all, go crazy y'all :)

[v-ternus]

Happy New Year! To start us off right, I have decided to make these monstrosities:

I absolutely adore you all and hope you guys have a great year 😌

@ghoultrifle @iamthecomet @hypnoneghoul @everybodyshusband @sphylor @p1nkcanoe @midnight-moth @chapel-of-rizztual @high-imperatrix

Here’s the blank if you also want to make scrunglies (please do, I wanna see scrungly drawings)

[ominousposting]

ifrit trans masc. to me. but specifically he LOVES wearing binding tape.

LOVES how buff it makes him look (which is somehow even buffer looking than he looks without it).

dude also has all sorts of fun colors for his tape bc he just thinks it looks cool. you WILL catch him wearing tape with designs on it and a nice pair of pants/shorts. also hes shirtless as often as physical possible bc hes very confident and happy with his body

(tagging @ghoultrifle for encouraging me)

[sexy-sea-basss]

I’ve been tagged in to many posts and i am so truly honored. it’s taken me a hot minute to process the fact that several of you have acknowledged me. i’ve been struggling with my insecurities and believing people actually like me. This means so much to me. Thank you! (when i tell you i might’ve cried and been emotional since, well, i have cried and have been emotional)

i never thought id be back on tumblr but here i am. funny what one silly little satanic band can do. I’ve been here a short while but i’ve met so many great people, and i wish to meet more. i’m just shit at starting conversations haha

This year has been pretty good to me, generally speaking. Emotionally, it’s been a rollercoaster. It got a little rocky towards the end but thanks to a lot of wonderful people here, you’ve all made life exciting and brought me joy.

While i don’t talk to many of you often, or at all, i am very thankful you’ve entered my life in some way and have made it better. Whether through art or your writing, or simply just existing on my dash, thank you.

Forever grateful for you all and i love you so much.

@swissndewdrop @jazz-bazz @hypnoneghoul @jesusbutbetterrr @jimothybarnes @littlemoon-beam @gottagho-st @orcaog @callmeghoulshit @mac-and-thefox @obsidianghoul @amara-among-the-stars @divine-misfortune @kamonart @p1nkcanoe @forlorn-crows @rainyhoursinhell @sphylor @herbal-quintessence @ghoultrifle @iamthecomet @chapel-of-rizztual

and im positive im missing people! i’m not good at remembering 😭😭

much love and forehead kisses

[hypnoneghoul]

okay okay peepaw woke up and had the time to have some sappy thoughts so here we go

this year was great but then it sucked but then I don't remember most of it, but what I do remember is the awesome moments. I've been a ghost fan for a few years now and then I just started interacting with the fandom this year and then being a more active member by writing fics and I've no idea how i ended up here with so many amazing friends who support me and that I can always turn to if I need anything. I've got no words now besides I love you all and I'm so grateful we've got the chance to meet, even if we dont talk much and we're just moots in passing i appreciate you all so so so much🖤🖤🖤

@littlemoon-beam @jesusbutbetterrr @jazz-bazz @jimothybarnes @mac-and-thefox @forlorn-crows @sphylor @everybodyshusband @ominousposting @iamthecomet @kamonart @ghoultrifle @rainyhoursinhell @swissndewdrop @sexy-sea-basss @swedishgremlin @herbal-quintessence @divine-misfortune @papaslittlesunshine @coffeeghoulie @kkaisarion @chapel-of-rizztual @amara-among-the-stars @nocturnalghoul @p1nkcanoe @crimsonclergy

also if I forgot someone I'm killing myself

[coffeeghoulie]

Ghost Mutuals Tag Game 🦇 Send this to the last ten Ghesties in your notifications, then reply here with ten facts about yourself! Let's get to know each other!

man as soon as i saw this in my inbox i went "i don't know shit" lmao

I've wanted to be a writer since I was 9, but only recently realized I don't want to do it for a living but just as something fun

I went to a performing arts high school for creative writing

Everyone in my family can ice skate except for me, my youngest sister and my father both play hockey

I work for my parents after spending four years working at the local grocery store

I was pursuing an English degree but dropped out last year

My favorite color is purple

My favorite flowers are lilacs (they always bloom the week of my birthday)

Legally, I have the same initials as my father

I'm five foot nothing (about a meter and a half)

I allegedly taught myself to read when I was 3 years old

thanks for tagging me!

[p1nkcanoe]

mountain has 100% fucked one of those trees with the little hole in them

cumulus has put every fruit and vegetable known to man in her pussy, she keeps a spreadsheet of how each one feels

something something about mountain cumming in plants to make them grow, idk (love that headcanon so much)

and CUMULUS????? my fweaky girl

[everybodyshusband]

risked my life (soggy weetabix) for this shot of exactly how weetabix should be eaten!!

well well well... coincidentally, i am also having weetix right now... and i can safely say that THIS is how they're supposed to be eaten :) i know it looks like unappetising slop but please know the flavours and texture of eating them like this is genuinely incredible

thank you for risking soggy weetbix for me, i'm genuinely honoured you abandoned your 30 second rule to send me this &lt;3

[ghostieagere]

inviting you to this massive bed/sofa thing to hang out and sleep <33333 bring your plushies and friends :)) there's enough room for everyone !!

aaawfgggh is like a biiiiiiig cosy cuddl pile :3

[v-ternus]

where the delicate stops

Day 13+14 of Kinktober- Size and Magic

[prompts courtesy of the lovely @kroas-adtam ]

thank you to @ghoultrifle for your absolutely nasty, filthy help on this. (i hope it lives up to the hype)

Explicit | Mountain and Aeon

Summary: Aeon didn't come for slow. He didn't come for sweet. But Mountain seems intent on giving him it anyway.

warning: dubcon (the magic use)

below for your consumption :)

“Fuck me already.” He barks, tilting his head to the side and marveling at the cold fabric against his heated skin. Mountain insisted on prepping him properly, so here he lays, sprawled on his back with Mountain between his legs, the scent of evergreen washing over him and a finger barely two knuckles deep in his achingly empty hole. 

“It’ll hurt bug,” Mountain says softly as he drags a rough hand along Aeon’s flank. He’s big, in every department, and he knows it. He’s been around the block enough times to know how to make the stretch feel good– and it has to start here. He’ll drag his warm tongue against intimate skin, nipping at thighs and sensitive muscles. He could spend hours working his fingers in, petting at soft walls that clench tight when he drags against a certain spot. Time never matters, not to him, not in these moments, as long as someone ends up tied tight around his knot. He’ll give them as long as they need.

His cock hangs heavy between his strong thighs at the thought.  

“Wait a little bit more Aeon,” He says as he presses a second finger in. There’s a reverence to his words, a sense of caring worship, and Aeon wants none of it. Should’ve gone to Dew, he thinks to himself, should’ve gotten the ghoul angry.

He rolls his hips, grinding himself further onto Mountain’s fingers. He feels the pad of a third finger press in next to the first two, and his brain all but shuts off. The slightest burn from the stretch has pre welling up on the tip of his neglected cock, dripping onto his happy trail, making a mess. If he needed Mountain to hurry up earlier, he needs him to move at light speed now. He wants more, needs more. He’s desperate. 

Mountain must sense his impatience growing into frustration. 

“—Dont want to break you.” The large ghoul says, and something in Aeon snaps. He isnt usually troubled by his size. Sure, he’s built on the smaller end of things, slimmer, a little shorter than most ghouls— he’s never cared. But tonight? Mountain’s words make wrath burn hot in his chest. He’s not fragile. Not delicate. 

A quick hand moves to wrap around Mountain’s wrist, around the hand that's been teasing him all night. He pulls the hand out and groans at the loss. Temporary, he reminds himself.  A confused look sprouts on Mountain’s face, but Aeon doesnt let it stay for long. 

A tingling static blooms in Mountain’s palm. It wraps around his nerves and crawls up through his arm, over his shoulder, until it wraps around his neck, tightening around the base of his skull. It all happens so quickly, leaving him no time to get out of Aeon’s grip before they’re flipped, with Mountain flat on his back and Aeon straddling his hips– with how angry Aeon is, Mountain feels as light as a feather. 

If there wasnt a tinge of fear coursing through Mountain, he might chuckle at what this looks like– him pinned under a ghoul who can just barely spread his thighs wide enough to set himself on his lap. 

Mountain isnt used to Aeon’s magic, the numbness, and the way it creeps across every fiber of his being. It isnt quite Aether, tender and warm, and it isn't like Omega, calculated, weaving in exactly where it's needed. Aeon’s magic is wild. Stronger. Unpredictable. His heart rate quickens.

“I told you to get on with it,” Aeon drops his hips, just enough to slot his cock next to Mountain’s, and Satan below he’s never been more sheepish about his size. He knows he’s well endowed– that’s been made fact by Rain choking on him after a few really good rituals. But compared to Mountain, his cock is still a good two inches shorter.

He can barely fit his hand around when he reaches to hold them together. He uses his free hand to glide over the ruddy head of his cock before smearing the slick onto Mountain. He fucks into his straining grip, feeling Mountain throb where they’re pressed together. 

“Should’ve listened big man.” he scolds, dragging his fingertips over the head of Mountain’s cock that’s so red it's almost purple. Mountain tries to groan, to make any noise, but it's just so hard. It’s like he’s forgotten how. 

Aeon watches the light purple streaks swirling through Mountain’s glassy eyes and knows his magic has settled in fully. He knows he’s got him right where he wants him– dulled in all the right ways and putty in his hands, ready to be molded into the perfect fuck toy. 

“Gonna show you how to fuck me right,” he says as he rocks up on his knees, lining Mountain’s cock up with his tight ring. He takes a deep breath and holds it as he sinks down. A deep groan leaves his lips, followed by a drawn out ‘fuckkkkkkkk’. He remembers then, of just how big Mountain feels. He hisses, spearing himself on the generous girth. He works himself down inch by stretching inch and doesn't quit till his ass settles on Mountain’s hips. He breathes through the sensations, lost in how he’s so full he thinks it’ll kill him. 

It’s what he’s been waiting for all night. 

“Gonna fuck myself on your pretty cock Mount,” he starts a lazy pace, enjoying the way his body rushes to fit around Mountain. “Can’t believe you needed my magic to make me feel like this.”

“I’ll look for one of the older ghouls next time, maybe Omega. Or even Alpha. Anyone who’ll fill me when I ask.” Mountain tries to speak but his tongue is heavy, useless in his mouth. The way Aeon has him, he cant do anything but sit back and watch as he’s taken apart. He keeps his eyes trained to where Aeon is stretched around him– he wants to reach out and touch, run his thumb against the stretched out rim. 

Aeon slams himself down and it feels like the world has knocked the breath out of him- he swears he can feel Mountain in his throat at this point. 

Aeon leans back, planting his hands on the tops of Mountain’s thick thighs, barely covering the muscle as he puts himself on display. The new angle bounces his cock against his stomach, and Mountain’s eyes move to watch. He works his sight over the expanse of the ghoul, he marvels at the lines of his body, the slight hint of muscle on his chest, the rise and fall of his ribs with his breath, the lithe torso, and oh–. 

Him

Just under Aeon’s belly button, a foreign bump pokes through, rising and falling in sync with his bounces– him. 

Mountain manages to mewl, loving how he fills him so well, but powerless to touch, to feel. Mountain can't press a hand down and feel each stroke move through him. He could cry, and with the way he’s choking on his breath, he thinks he just might. 

Aeon, sensing distress, decides to dig his fingers in even more, sending more of his magic into Mountain. This time, it burns, carves him from the inside out, etches into his bones. It borders on too much. His skin starts to feel itchy, like he’s meant to grow out of it. Tears pool in the corners of his eyes. 

“Can you see yourself in there?” It's a teasing question, he knows Mountain can't answer, but his cock kicks, his own silent form of yes. Mountain’s distress only gets him harder. Aeon’s hand drifts to press down on the bulge, making himself whine, high and reedy.  

“Wish you’d just given it to me like this,” Aeon settles, knees aching from the insistent bouncing. He rolls his hips instead, somehow working himself further and further onto Mountain’s length each time, feeling that familiar bump at the base grow with each passing moment. 

Each slick glide around his cock has Mountain’s brain melting out of his ears. His eyes go frantic, blinking and shifting at random patterns. His mind screams for release, a repeating mantra of ‘Please, I need to cum. –m sorry, please” echoing in his head.

Aeon can hear him of course, he’s known everything in Mountain’s head since he first doped him up, but his pleading makes no difference. Aeon is only going to let him cum for his own pleasure. 

“Gonna get myself stuck on your knot Mount,” He reaches his other hand forward and wraps his sly fingers around his cock. He’s nice and slick, timing each roll of his hips with a stroke of his hand and it has him right on the edge. The muscles in Mountain’s stomach tighten, fire ripping through his body. Aeon grips around his own full knot and it's all he needs to slam himself onto Mountain’s. 

Milky white ropes shoot over Mountain’s skin, nestling into his happy trail, filling his navel. Aeon thumbs at the space right under the head, milking himself dry but still barely coating the ghoul beneath him.

Mountain thinks he blacked out. He must’ve. Cause now, Aeon lays prone on his chest, spreading the sticky mess of his spend between them and pressing his cock into the softness of his stomach. He’s still lazily grinding his hips, tugging on Mountain’s knot each time, clenching around his sensitive cock. He can't push him off, can't get him to stop, and it's too much. The tears that he’s managed to hold back finally fall. 

Aeon gives a pleased hum against his chest, placing a quick kiss to the flush skin before tilting his head up, sticking out his tongue to lap at the salty streaks as they work their way down Mountain’s face. 

“Thanks big guy.”

[ghoultrifle]

https://www.tumblr.com/ghoultrifle/741237962230153216/hello-again-i-just-yelled-at-you-in-my-tags-but-i

Thoughts on this but with a vibe?

original post !!

i have many thoughts about this with a vibe, anon, far too many, very impure thoughts.

cw for sex toys and exhibitionism (let's pretend this takes place in a universe where each and every person they share a public space with has consented and wants to be there)

ant actually picked up sewing so they could add little pockets to all of their boxers, just the right shape to fit a remote controlled bullet vibe. it sits nicely, snug in the pocket and cradled right up against their tdick. when they started out, they'd just keep the remote in their pocket, a low buzz most of time, but cranking it up when they went to more populated places: the dining hall, the common room, even shopping trips.

their favourite is going to a clothing shop, trying to keep themself composed as they can feel their dick throbbing and their cunt leaking. when it all gets too much they hastily grab an outfit and head to the changing rooms. shucking their trousers they admire the wet spot they've made in the many mirrors surrounding them. then they get really desperate and will grind on anything to get off; their hand, a bench, a hanger, even the mound of clothes they've discarded (and will buy later). they go to town, feeling their clit dragging over the vibe relentlessly as it buzzes, sending shockwaves of pleasure through their whole body. they whimper quietly as they flood their boxers, orgasm crashing over them, frantically humping their object of choice.

even once it's over, the vibe stays on, squirming from overstimulation until they get back to their room and inevitably see the wet spot that made its way through their boxers and onto their trousers, for anyone to see.

another favourite is giving the remote to dewdrop during dinner, he's the only ghoul they can trust to not hold back and really make them suffer. the only one who will see them twitching, shuffling, and decide to turn the vibe up more. the only one who revels in the look on their face as they can't keep it together any longer and cum on the spot in front of the pack. and unlike ant, dew doesn't turn the vibe down, he just keeps it rolling until the poor ghoul has to excuse themselves, at which point dewdrop will feign an excuse also before he rides that ghoul into many more orgasms, taking exactly what he needs. he calls it a punishment, but ant enjoys it too much for that to be true...

as i said, many thoughts sjafkld