#mountain/cumulus

[sanctum-vii]

sweetness

[nastylittleghouls]

"Nudes are so old school. Send me pictures of the high maintenance plants you are able to keep alive" - Mountain Ghoul

[forlorn-crows]

⚘ A Little Thing Called Love ⚘

Rating: M for Mature

Pairing: Mountain/Cumulus

Tags: fluff, slice of life, cuddling, and a lil bit of kissin' and teasin'. author is in love with their love okay. the most mature you get is the word 'cock', some brief horn play and titty mentions.

Words: 1,210

Summary: What is Mountain and Cumulus' love, if not something to wax poetically about?

Read on AO3 or below the cut:

"Why're you so pretty," Mountain smiles sleepily, running his hands through Cumulus' hair. "Pretty, pretty . . ." The sunlight filters in through the greenhouse windows, dappled by nearby trees and casting her strands in a golden hue.

"Why are you so sweet, baby?" She smiles back. She scratches behind one of his horns just to see his face go lax and dopey. He hums appreciatively, the noise quickly turning into a rumbling purr. His tail thumps against the daybed. 

"My weakness," he complains through a laugh, nuzzling closer. 

"I know it." She runs her perfectly manicured nails along his scalp with lazy ease as she's done a thousand times over. Cooing as he snuffles against her chest and slips his arms around her middle.

Lazy days like these are always her favorite—afternoons spent holed up in the back corner of the greenhouse where the old daybed sits, lounging on blankets and furs gone ratty from years of use and tiny moth mouths. And of course, snuggled up in the arms of her favorite earth ghoul. 

Mountain, who adores her to no end, always welcomes her for a sun-warmed snooze or a cheeky, semi-secluded makeout-slash-humping session. These moments are his favorite too. Nothing but her jasmine and peachy scent surrounding him, and her eyes looking at him with all the love that can possibly fit in those baby blue irises. Like some inner part of his heart is touched every time she sings his name. 

“Hmm . . . dandelion?” he asks, peeking up at her through drowsy eyelids.

“Yes, sunflower?” The smile she gives him could bring any man—mortal or not—to his knees. 

“You're so good to me,” Mountain sighs. He shrugs her hand reluctantly out of his unruly waves in favor of nosing along her soft jawline. 

Cumulus tips her head back, inviting him to kiss at her supple skin. “It’s easy to be good to you,” she says, a little amused. “How could it ever be anything but?”

Mountain’s arms tighten around her. He smiles against her neck, placing more and more kisses along every inch of it. He would taste her skin for eons if she’d let him. Every inch of her is ripe, full of warmth and softness that lingers on his tongue for hours after indulging in her, no matter how much or how little she’s shared. 

Cumulus knows just how much he savors it. Savors her. Carries pieces of her on him until they inevitably fade, only to find himself back in her arms to gather more. Until his very being is bursting with their mutual touch and adoration. 

“Don’t know. But I may be forever in your debt from the amount of sweetness you afford me.” Mountain rubs his nose against her cheek. “Or, maybe I’ll just get one of those human cavities,” he teases, mouthing at her jaw. 

Cumulus giggles, swatting at him but not actually pushing him away. “Don’t eat me, you big beast. What will Papa say if his favorite ghoulette is stuck between the teeth of his drummer?”

“Ohh,” Mountain lilts, “his favorite, huh?” He pulls away to look at her with an arched brow and a coy, boyish smile. 

“Yep.” She boops the tip of his nose. ”One hundred percent. I tell nothing but the truth.”

“Ah, so you shan’t mind if I ask him to corroborate that fact, then?” Mountain shifts like he’s going to get up and do just that. 

“Mount—”

“No, no, you said it’s true, darling, I’m sure he’ll agree—”

He gets one leg off the daybed before Cumulus chirps and grabs him by the base of his horns, keeping him in place. She dissolves into a fit of giggles when his knee buckles and he falls back onto her. Her laugh rings through the room like a melodic birdsong carried on a gust of wind. It’s as big and lovely as she is; a sound of pure joy. Mountain does just about anything to hear Cumulus laugh. And Cumulus loves that he knows every little thing to pull even the tiniest huff of a chuckle from her. 

This, though, is not wholly on purpose. Mountain gives a breathy laugh in response to her launch at his horns, but it’s mixed with an embarrassingly moan-like noise that has a blush warming up the hue of his olive-toned skin. 

The air ghoulette smiles, pearly-white teeth all on display. “Oh no, baby, something the matter?” The soft pads of her fingers rub slowly around his horns, clutching less tightly now. But her grip is purposeful, teasing. She knows every sensitive spot on his body, and his horns are no different. 

The rub of her thumb against the raised skin around the base of his horns has him gasping, mouth falling open and hands wringing in the fabric of her shirt. 

“I will not give you the satisfaction of attempting to answer that quest–oh fu—” He cuts himself off with a whine as Cumulus’ hand twists just so. The action sends a shiver down his spine, one that lands in his gut and makes his stomach flip with sudden arousal. “Darling, you’ll be the end of me someday,” he says huskily, dropping his face back down to her chest. 

She hums and continues stroking. Soon enough she can feel his cock harden against her thigh. It’s always too easy when she has him like this—truly putty in the palms of her hands. 

Mountain, despite his token protest, wouldn’t change anything about his relationship with Cumulus. It's like she sees what no one else can, digs into all his soft spots as seamlessly and precisely as a ballet routine. He likes that she knows how to ruin him, because it also means she knows how to put him back together when he's broken into a thousand shards of himself. He can never be lost or incomplete when he’s with her. 

“You wouldn’t have it any other way,” she says, pulling down her shirt for his wandering mouth. He mouths over her chest so softly, yet so sloppy, dizzy with lust and infatuation. 

Cumulus, of course, wouldn’t either. The way he kisses her like she’s the only one in the world, holding her like the most delicate bloom on a rare orchid. Mountain cherishes all the parts of her body she tries to pinch away in the mirror, as well as the parts she proudly flaunts. But more than that, he loves her for all she is, holds every nuanced part of her with reverence. 

Together, they can just be. Content to spend their time together however the mood strikes, in whatever situation they find themselves in. A love like theirs can only be described as warm, nurturing, whole. It’s a love that breathes a satisfied sigh every time it’s expressed—every touch, every exhalation, every tear a pure moment of respect and adoration. 

Mountain pulls Cumulus closer, nuzzling along the underside of her breast, lips grazing closer and closer to her pebbled nipple. “I wouldn’t,” he agrees. He runs the tip of his tongue over her skin, delighting in the gasp that falls from her lips. “I’d let you ruin me over and over and over, dandelion.”

Their love is the closest to home a ghoul can get.

[miasmaghoul]

Divine, You Feel My Thrust

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mountain/Cumulus

Contains: thigh fuckin', body worship, clothed sex, soft mommy domme Cumulus and needy Mountain

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"I thought you were gonna prove how much you love these thighs. Isn't that what you said?" Another yawn threatens to break through but Cumulus suppresses it. Five minutes left. Mountain gives a frantic nod.

"I am, I- I was, but-"

"Then why," she interjects, "is your dick in your hand and not between them?"

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For @forlorn-crows because what started as a ficlet became 3k of...whatever this is. Again. Oy.

Read the rest on AO3!

[iamthecomet]

Cumulus absolutely worshipping transmasc mountain. There prompted.

I've been thinking about this since last night.

Thank you for this. I've only been thinking about it ALL DAY. Transmasc Mountain body worship under the cut. Use the word clit in reference to his anatomy ♥.

Mountain always feels a little out of his depth when it comes to Cumulus. Her softness is coupled with an intensity that rattles him down to his core. Something about the way she touches him renders him speechless and slick down his thighs. They're both naked. Her body curled up against his side, all soft skin, and voluminous curves. She drags her hands down his body with characteristic gentleness. But there is nothing gentle about the gray eyes she pins him with. Nothing gentle in the determination pulling at the edges of her face.

He has one arm wrapped around her, curled around her back, hand pressed against the curve of her waist. He's maybe holding her too tight, fingers dimpling in. But she doesn't say anything about it.

He squeezes his legs together in an attempt at friction, but she hooks her leg over his, curls her foot under his calf, and keeps his legs spread.

There's a flash of victory in his eyes when he doesn't tense or pull away. When he lets her expose him to the cool air of the room. Her mouth curls up into a smirk. The pressure of her gaze makes him feel more exposed than his spread legs do. He has to look away. He turns his gaze from her face and up to the ceiling, to the gauzy canopy over her bed and the fairy lights strung through it as her fingers walk across his chest to worry a nipple between her fingers. He digs his teeth into his lip, and arches towards her touch. He tries not to whine, and fails miserably. "Sensitive today," she observes as she kisses his shoulder softly. "Yeah," Mountain breathes, he doesn't really know why, but every touch is a static shock of arousal up his spine. Maybe it's because she's been teasing him all night. Her hand resting on his thigh all the way though dinner. Climbing higher, dipping between his legs to press the seam of his pants against his clit. By the time she pulled him back to her room he was already putty in her hands, helpless to the pull of her body. He wants to rush her. Wants to push the hand resting on his hip lower. But she's leisurely kissing across his collarbone, open-mouthed and wet, and he can't do much of anything except clench his free hand into the soft cotton of her bedspread and remember to breathe.

Her mouth latches onto his throat, just below his jaw. The hand on his hip dips lower. She drags her fingers through the trail of hair on his belly, and lower, to stroke through his pubic hair, dipping close but never actually touching him where he wants her most. He cants his hips toward her hand.

He squeezes his eyes shut as her fingers slip down to frame his clit, and drag over the sensitive skin on either side of it. He whimpers. Hips twitching against her hand. She pulls her mouth away from his neck as she finally shifts her fingers and swipes them over his clit. He moans, high and reedy as she worries his clit between her fingers. She bumps his jaw with her nose. He turns to look at her. She beams at him, eyes wide, curls a mess. "Can't wait to wrap my mouth around this," she whispers. Mountain's fingers clench against her side. "Please," he begs. "please." She doesn't say anything, just slides further down his side to suck a pebbled nipple into her mouth.

He squeezes his eyes shut. His hips grind up against her fingers. Breathy moans spilling from his mouth with each swipe of her fingers, each pass of her tongue over his nipple. "Can you be patient for just a little longer?" She asks softly, lips moving against his skin. "It will be worth it. I promise." He strokes his hand through her hair. Dragging his fingers through her thick curls. He licks his lips. Arousal is burning through him, insistent and desperate. But he nods anyway.

"Yeah, yeah I can't wait." Her mouth descends back onto his nipple, the fingers on his clit dip lower, pressing into his dripping folds. "Good boy," she purrs.

[cumulusghoullette]

Early happy new year!!

I drew mountain and cumulus together (again) watching the fireworks!:3

I hope you like it<33

[genderlessghoul]

I've been wanting to do this post for a while now so here is EVERYTHING I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT THE GHOULS' IMPERA COSTUMES.

Buckle up because I have a LOT to say about those, this is gonna be a very long one.

The costumes were designed by B Åkerlund, a Swedish costume designer who's worked with Ghost since at least Meliora (that's as far back as I was willing to scroll on her Instagram page lol). B Åkerlund has also worked for many other musical artists such as Lady Gaga, Beyoncé, Madonna, the Rolling Stones, Ozzy Osborne, Blink 182 and Hollywood Undead (information from her own website)

The masks were made by Bob Basset, a visual artists who works a lot with leather. I find his work fascinating, you can look him up on Instagram (nsfw warning, there's a few naked ladies).

Fun fact! The horns are real cow horns. That's the reason some of them have gold tips, to hide the imperfections that come with working with actual horns.

He does have a shop where he sells his items, there's a mask there very similar to the Impera ones. You can also buy Papa's batwings if you happen to have 2500$ lying around!

The jackets are made on the same model as one of Papa's. The back is decorated with a spine-like design made from leather and cording. It's adorned with a few of our classic Impera buttons. Some of the hems were left raw and some deliberate weathering was done to make it look old and worn.

Fun fact! The shoulder pieces are not sewn into the garment, I would assume for easier cleaning. I don't know if they're held by strong magnets or snap buttons.

The vest (my beloved 😩) is made from flocked velvet in a paisley pattern, the front hems embellished with satin piping. It closes in the front with custom metal clasps that are riveted into the garment. The D parts are attached with what seems to me like wide elastic, which would lessen the pression on the clasps when moving around a lot. The back is made from two different types of fabric, I'd have to touch it to be able to tell you what they are. I assume the panels closer to the sides have some mild stretch to them. The top of the shoulders are decorated with Impera grucifix patches.

The shirts were not custom made for the ghouls, altho they were altered. The original shirt in the vintage painter linen shirt from Punk Rave and it is still being sold. Some of the cuffs were altered, removing the ruffles for some of the ghouls, but not all. They were removed for Dew, Mountain and Phantom, Aether's didn't have them either. As far as I can tell, all the ghoulettes still have them.

An unfinished piece of linen serves as an ascot, that piece is decorated with a metal devil skull. The colour of the skull doesn't appear to be consistent between each ghoul, Dew's looks gold almost bronze while Phantom's is a silver-like colour.

Another modification is the buttons, a small portion of them were removed in favor of our Impera buttons. Some of the ghouls have more buttons replaced than others, which is still a mystery to me.

The pants are called Jodhpurs, they were invented in the 1800s as horse riding pants. The wide part at the hips and thighs allowing for better movement. The ones the ghouls wear don't reach all the way to their ankles, they stop a bit past the calf muscle, hidden by the boots. (Yes, the ghouls are effectively wearing capri pants)

The boots are motorcycle riding boots, decorated by a grucifix. Like the shirt, they can still be bought online through the All American Boots website, altho the price tag is... Headache inducing to say the least.

The cape is a piece of costume that was only briefly worn on stage by the ghouls, Aurora being the only one who still wears one. I would assume it gets in the way of playing very easily. The cape itself is made of two fabrics, a light blue satin and a dark grey suede. The two pieces are not sewn together at the bottom, they move freely from each other. The cape is attached on the left shoulder with a harness piece that has one strap across the chest, decorated with a metal buckle, and one under the armpit.

Aight that's it for me, have a nice day byyyyye!!

[saintmisu]

this has been rotting in my wips but anyways my take on the ghouls please accept it hehe

[funvinefury]

Cardinal Copia giving flowers to the ghouls.

Video Credits: Unknown

[nastylittleghouls]

Phantom: *brings a stick inside* Cumulus: No, sweetie. That belongs outside. Aether and Mountain, at yule: *bring an entire tree inside* Phantom: What the actual shit

[psina-alina]

ghuide (ghoul guide) 2.0 | 1.0 |

fell free to repost it, just credit me!

(x)

[phantoms-finger-tapes]

[iamthecomet]

Prompt from my smooth brain

Cumulus/mountain baking? Baking ✨special✨ snacks, if you will.

I dunno, just the thought of these two doing something they enjoy together makes my heart churn.

Maybe they'll get distracted and some things will happen on the counter, I guess we'll have to find out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It's only fitting that my last ficlet for Mountain March should be Mountain taking care of his girl.

Sweet, and filthy, and longer than I expected, all under the cut.

They probably should have waited until after they finished the cookies to get high. It's too late now. But Mountain watches Cumulus add twice as much butter as they usually do and he knows the cookies are going to be way too strong.

Strong enough that Dew and Rain are going to be useless for days because of this. He knows they should have waited to get high when instead of stopping her, he smiles, and adds a little more.

She giggles and leans into him as she hits the lever on the mixer. She smells like lilacs and pot. Mountain buries his nose in her brilliant curls and inhales.

This is a Sunday afternoon tradition. While everyone else is off playing video games, or strip poker. Mountain and Cumulus hole up in the empty kitchen and bake.

Mountain never really thought about baking until Cumulus was summoned. He and Aether did all the cooking that wasn't covered by the main Abbey kitchens. So when Cumulus and Cirrus showed up Mountain was more than happy to invite them into the kitchen, to share the load. Cumulus didn't take to cooking the same way Cirrus did, but baking was a different story.

Mountain had come down here in the middle of the night for a snack once and found her pouring over an old cookbook. There was brownie batter all over the granite countertops, on her fingers, in her hair. She looked up at him with those wide silver eyes and asked him if he wanted to help.

She makes a small noise. It makes Mountain's stomach clench.

It wasn't like he could say no.

There's something calming about it. Meditative in measurements and no allowance for guess work. He likes the routine of it. If he follows the directions the same way, every time, he will get the same cookies. It's soothing.

Cumulus reaches forward and turns off the mixer before the batter overmixes. They work together spooning the batter onto baking sheets.

They don't talk much when they do this, working in an easy companionable silence. They don't need to talk. It's a rare luxury. Cumulus puts the baking sheets in the oven and turns back to Mountain.

He leans back against the island and watches her. She's wearing a t-shirt that's too big for her, Aether's no doubt. And a pair of shorts that hug her thighs in a way that makes Mountain's mouth go dry.

She holds his eyes and licks one of her batter coated fingers into her mouth.

Mountain's breath hitches in his throat. He pushes away from the island and catches her wrist in his hand, pulling her finger from her mouth and bringing her hand up to his. He sucks two of her fingers into his mouth, splitting them with his tongue. Dragging over every inch in search of any remnants of batter.

He noses along the damp fabric between her legs. Running his tongue along it to taste where she's already soaking through the spandex.

"You've got eight minutes," Cumulus whispers, laughter edging her voice.

Mountain peers down at her. He drags her fingers from his mouth, lips curling up. Answering her would be a waste of time. Instead, he grabs her by the hips. He lifts her with ease and sits her on the counter. He sinks to his knees between her spread thighs, sliding his hands up to rest on either side of her lower back. He drags her right to the edge of the counter and nuzzles his cheek into one of her thighs.

She hooks both of her legs over his shoulders, calves crossing behind his head as she pulls him in.

She grabs hard onto one of his horns and shifts his head just a little, the new angle makes her whine, long and loud. Before long her thighs clamp down even tighter around him. She pulls him in, holding his face against her cunt as she cums. He works her through it with kitten licks to her clit and lips, licking her clean as she regains her breathing.

He pulls back enough to glance up at her. "You wanna help me out?"

She licks her lips, then one of her hands slinks down and grabs the crotch of her shorts and slides it to the side. Exposing her slick folds to his watering mouth.

He growls low in his throat, then surges forward. He licks a broad stripe up the length of her cunt. Gathering the salty musk of her on his tongue, bumping his nose against her clit as he sucks her lips into his mouth. She mewls. Her free hand coming down to tighten in his hair.

He shifts his hold on her, wrapping one long arm all the way around her back to hold her up so he can bring the other down and tease two fingers at her entrance.

He sinks two of them in just as he sucks her clit into his mouth, raging his tongue over the head of it as she knees. Her heels dig into his spine.

He presses up with his fingers, petting softly against the spot that makes her shake and clench around his fingers. He feels a rush of slick drip down his knuckles into his palm.

He seels his mouth firmly over her clit and laps at it, long luxurious strokes of his tongue. Her hand tightens in his hair. He's lost in the feel of her, the bright taste of her on his tongue. He closes his eyes, enjoys the way she grinds her hips against him, putting him where she needs him.

She flutters around his fingers, clenching rhythmically as he drives her closer and closer. He knows the clock is ticking. Knows the second the timer on her phone goes off he's going to have to stop or the cookies will burn.

He redoubles his efforts, adding pressure with his tongue, the fingers inside of her moving a little harsher. Her thighs clench around his ears, trembling around him.

Her legs loosen and Mountain stands as she rights her shorts. She hops off the counter with a grin. Dragging her fingers over the tent in his sweatpants as she does. He hisses, nostrils flaring as she walks past him to look at her phone.

"A minute and a half to spare," she says, showing him the timer. "impressive."

Mountain grins at her, wicked and wanting. "Next batch I'll do it in five."

[plantonspace]

Sometimes you have to take a break from a drawing by drawing something stupid

[smoke-and-silver]

Thinking about little silly inhuman traits of all of the ghouls.

Swiss has an uneven gait when he walks, like he doesn't quite know how to carry his own bones. Think Hector's walk in Coco.

Aurora idly kneading/clawing at things without realizing like a big lion.

Cirrus just doesn't blink like 80% of the time. The most unnerving stare out of all of them. This is not a trait of ALL ghouls--just her.

Mountain rubs things with his horns how deer rub their antlers on trees. It's such a habit that he does it even when glamoured/in human disguise, and you'll see him rubbing against doorframes and such just out of habit.

Cumulus moving her head and piercing eyes in the gyroscopic way that birds of prey do when she forgets to mimic human movement.

Rain doesn't shiver or pant or sweat. Blizzard or sweltering heat, he seems totally unaffected by the ambient temperature.

Phantom true to his name is just silent when he moves. No footsteps or anything. Has an unnerving way of being totally still when he's idle; no shifting or fidgeting like most ghouls or humans.

Dewdrop sometimes moves so quickly and smoothly you don't even see him move. You call his name and suddenly he is looking at you, and you didn't even see his head turn.