#undyingghoul

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

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HI SCOUT ILY ❤️❤️

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

❧ blog recommendations

“that boy is a monster.” —monster, lady gaga

❝to me, supporting people who do what they love is the most important thing, especially if they’re making others happy. these people deserve to be recognized for their hard work❞ —kosmo

DISCLAIMER: writers on tumblr deserve to get their work put out there through reblogs, reviews and comments, as it helps motivate them to continue to write amazing stories. be sure to at least give some of these writers the attention they deserve. they would all definitely appreciate it. it helps to know that their work is being appreciated instead of just being mindlessly consumed.

i will definitely add more writers if i find more that i like. remember to support these creators! their work deserves it!

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BLOG RECS

— @lady-jane3

➵ lovely writing style and frequently posts something new for readers to enjoy. i frequently come back here if i’m in the mood for something quick and fun. ✨

— @aestheticpearl

➵ lots of gn reader content so anyone can enjoy her writing. i dig the aesthetics of her blog too. such an amazing and talented writer 🩵

— @her-satanic-wiles

➵ holy crap do i love the stories she writes 🤭 the dark fiction is disturbing, but that’s what makes it so good. if you’re in the mood for something eerie then definitely check her out

— @undyingghoul

➵ i swear anything he writes is so good. i love to sift through the sodo fics they write because they just got me giggling like a high school girl. definitely go check them out ‼️

— @p1nkcanoe

➵ lots of juicy ghoul x ghoul content that i like to binge 👌 love the writing style and definitely deserves the attention she gets. hilarious asf too, keep it up!

— @writingjourney

➵ in love with the writing style. high quality papa content for all of the emeritus enjoyers out there. creative stories and juicy smut. we love to see it ‼️

— @serene-sun

➵ idk what it is about his writing, but there’s something to it that just makes me go argagaggrgagagrga 👹 definitely go check out the writing on his page, it’s worth it

— @copias-sewer-rat

➵ her stories are creative as shit??? like holy crap i’ve only read a couple fics from them but i am hooked!! very talented and definitely deserves more support and recognition 🙏

— @emeritus-fuckers

➵ this blog is run by three talented writers and holy crap is it a goldmine. there’s a lot of stories to pick and choose from, and they’re all so good 🙏🙏

— @ghulehunknown

➵ went through the kinktober prompt list on her page at its just so 👌👌 10/10 writing skills. lots of love for the papas on this blog too.

— @sentientgolfball

➵ deserves more recognition !!! very personal style of writing, and i love reading through the stories they create! definitely deserves more credit here on tumblr 🙏

— @gravehags

➵ i just started reading the ghoul bicycle series and it’s literally so good omg. absolute hidden gem of a blog and deserves all of the love and praise she gets 🫶

— @bupia

➵ literally on the floor from her writing like 🫣 everything she writes is so good and so creative. like i read one terzo smut and i’m already hooked. keep it up!

— @miasmaghoul

➵ all of her writings are nasty, but a good kind of nasty. i like reading their work, there’s always something new to explore and it’s always such a great experience! love this one 🖤

— @da-rulah

➵ i read a couple of fics on here and it’s good shit. has a lot of papa content, very very nice style of writing and i love the aesthetics too 🙏🙏

— @xxcallmemaryxx

➵ i love reading through her writings!!! stories that can be enjoyed by anyone, and it’s just a joy to sift through honestly 🖤 please check this blog out

— @molly-ghuleh

➵ wahhhh this one is so good!! it’s so wonderful reading through her stories like holy crap 🤭 camellia is definitely a good one on here and i just started reading it

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friendly reminder that there’s always more writers out there that deserve all the love and support they can get! be sure to support these writers by reblogging their work and commenting!

if i find more amazing writers i’ll definitely add them here. but this is all i can think of for now ♡︎

[willowbrookesblog]

!!!ATTENTION!!!

IF YOU ARE NEW ON MY PAGE AND OR NEW ON TUMBLR LISTEN UP

If you do NOT reblog anything on anyone's post, and only like someone's content PLEASE know that this is not TikTok, creators do not get exposure from likes, they get exposure from REBLOGING,

YOU NEED TO REBLOG STUFF!!!!!

I do not post stories or one shots or short fanfics or any type of art myself but I have friends on this app that do and they do not get the exposure that they deserve I know creators who have stopped creating content or want to stop making content because they feel as if no one likes there content that they created because they were not getting EXPOSURE!!!!

Again I get it if your new, but if you have been here for a while YOU NEED TO START REBLOGING

If it seems like I'm angry, I'm not. I'm just frustrated for my friends and other content creators that I love who are not getting enough exposure who are really really talented like these amazing people who write

@milliesdiary @auntvamp @beoneofus @pixielostboy @immortal-velociraptor @myers-meadow @phantomenby @redrosewritingsstuff @lauraneedstochill @prettywhenibleed @sunshinewwx @st-danger @undyingghoul @theyreonlynoodlesmike @xxx-wounded-angel-xxx @luminnara @henhouse-horrors @komotionlessqueenmm @thoushallnotfall @bloodybrahms and @a-supernatural-writer plus @arachine who has already talked about this

And also these lovely people who do art/drawing @ominouscrypt and @feuvyper and @blanchebees and I'm positive there is more but I couldn't find them.

You need to start rebloging or people will stop making your favorite content, these are people, human people who deserve way more than they are getting and You Guys Need To Start Caring More, because what happens when they lose motivation to write or to draw because no one is looking at the amazing shit and rebloging them, they work so hard to please people and then y'all treat them like shit, and you guys wonder why people quit writing, making art, and writing poetry it's because they aren't getting exposure

Open your fucking eyes and start rebloging shit on this app or your favorite content creator may just stop posting

[gh0ulishsanctum]

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[iamthecomet]

Bend My Desire

Fandom: Ghost

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mountain/Dewdrop

Featuring: Boot Kink. Anal Sex. Hair Pulling. Light Dom/Sub. Dewdrop is a little shit. Dew's a brat. Mountain's in denial. Rug burn. Boot fucking. Cum eating. Rough Sex. Enthusiastic consent. Masturbation. Teasing. Mountain will tell you a hundred times that he doesn't have a boot thing. But he's a liar. 7500 words of Mountain pretending he doesn't want something, and Dew backing him into a corner about it.

Mountain doesn't know how to ask for what he wants.

Dew teases him relentlessly about it.

They both get exactly what they're looking for.

It’s the sound of the heels of his boots clicking together that drags Mountain’s head up and his eyes open.  Dew’s wearing his mask the balaclava pooled around his neck, mouth uncovered, twisting into a wry smile. He has both boots suspended from one hand.

Dew settles onto the floor between Mountain’s feet, knees tight together on the stained gray carpet. He sets the right boot down on the floor but holds the left one in his hands like an offering.

“Put it on.”

Read it on AO3

Tagging a handful of people who've expressed interest over my last month of writing this monster: @sodo-emeritus @shelterforananimal @undyingghoul @plasma-ghoull @crimsonclergy @kroas-adtam @royalchachi

[undyingghoul]

Here's a new fic for you guys! I had a lot of fun with this, and I hope you guys enjoy it too <3 "Mountain led Dewdrop deeper and deeper into the basement until they reached a room filled with a variety of candles placed neatly on a stone slab in the middle of the room. “Candles?” Dewdrop questioned, watching as Mountain moved over to the stone slab and hopped up onto it. “Yes. There’s a reason for them,” Mountain answered. Dewdrop nodded slowly. “You’re going to melt them and pour the melted wax on me. You’ve got the reigns tonight, Dewdrop. Do what you want to me. You know I love everything you do to me.”"

[merginyourface]

Requests are open, you say? If you're comfortable with writing it, I'd love to see some Mountain/Dew smut. If not, fluff works too! This is the one ship I'd go down with and I can never find stuff for them- I am always ready to squeal over text :)

Uh oh, ruin @undyingghoul with Mountain/Dew fics part two?

This was supposed to be a short little thing written on the day you asked for it. But it ended up taking me two days and being 2500 words.

Here we go...

Dew always called the earth ghoul boring. To his face, to the other’s faces, to anyone who would listen. Because he was.

He was so boring. It was impossible to get a rise out of him, Dew tried everything. He’d tried sticking his foot out as the tall ghoul passed by, trying to get him to trip. Mountain would just catch himself, give Dew a dirty look—which would excite Dew into thinking he finally won—but would just continue to walk along as if it never happened.

He tried mouthing off at him, something Dew was very good at. He’d call him names; crusty dirt boy, the freak of nature-nature freak, giant tree trunk with a massive— Nothing worked. Mountain would act as if the words never even left Dew’s mouth. It was infuriating.

His favorite activity to try and get any sort of reaction out of Mountain was to tease him. And this is where he was the most boring. Anytime Dew would publicly tease Mountain, he’d just get up and walk away. That’s so—so—boring. Not to mention the sting of rejection that comes with it. It burns Dew up, who does that bastard think he is? Treating Dew like his actions are nothing more than the incessant sound of a mosquito humming in his ear.

Which is what hatches his current, and most stupid, reckless plan. One: pick a time and place where Mountain can’t escape. Somewhere where getting up and moving would be wildly inappropriate. Even better, impossible. Two: sit next to the monster-sized ghoul. Three: start slow, we don’t want to piss him off, we want him worked up. Four: reap the exciting consequences.

Step one was the hardest, the others, given the opportunity, would fall into place easily.

The best place where Mountain wouldn’t be able to get up and leave? Mass. If Papa was in the midst of speaking to the clergy, there was no chance Mountain calls the amount of attention to himself that it would take to get up and move away from Dew. And that excited Dew. What kind of threats would he make? What would he do once he was able to react? It made his skin buzz and warm just thinking about it.

Step zero, the initiating step, of his plan was to jam the zipper on his jacket. He goes to Mountain’s room, just as they’re supposed to leave.

“It’s stuck.” Dew complains, trying to pull the zipper down to get himself out of the leather jacket.

“Dew, we have to go, you’ll just have to wear it to Mass. C’mon, we gotta go.” Mountain insists, looking to see the others have already gone.

“I’m burning up in here, you gotta help me.” Dew whines and Mountain sighs in response. Dew tilts his head up and Mountain’s large hands come up to grab the top of the zipper. Dew can’t help but swallow feeling his hands this close to his throat. Wrap your hands around me, choke me the insatiable part in the back of his mind screamed and his throat bobbed in response.

He’d clipped a tiny piece of guitar string and shoved it between the teeth of his zipper. If he could distract Mountain long enough, eventually there would only be space for them to sit at the back, toward the end of a row. The last seat is always chosen because it never got any attention from Papa. Perfect for what he had planned. This is step one.

When Mountain yanks on the zipper the small, clipped piece of metal falls out and the jacket comes undone. “There you go, Dew. Now let’s go before we’re late.” Dew slips off the jacket but keeps it in his arms while they walk together. Dew has to nearly jog to keep up with Mountain’s anxiety-ridden quick steps.

Perfectly according to plan the only two seats left are exactly where he wanted them. Mountain would sit in the outer seat and Dew would be next to a Sibling on the other side. The two ghouls aren’t necessarily sitting where they’re supposed to be or usually are, but it doesn’t raise too many eyebrows. Even demons can run late sometimes.

Mountain tries to sit on the inside, to let Dew sit on the outside edge seat. Despite the earth ghoul being much larger, he knows how warm and uncomfortable Dew can get squeezed together on the bench like that. But Dew notices and pulls his arm to sit in the seat that matches his plan, stepping over his legs to get to the inside spot. That was step two, perfectly.

When they settle, Mountain is looking down at him curiously, probably a little confused why Dew would let him have the objectively better seat. But Dew doesn’t look, just watching the altar in front waiting for Papa to start speaking.

Ten minutes into his speech, everyone is completely engrossed in his words. He was very charismatic when he spoke and pulling your attention away would be a challenge. Dew taps Mountain’s arm and motions for him to come closer.

Mountain cranes his head down so that Dew can reach up to whisper to him, “Can you hold my jacket? It’s too fucking hot for me to keep it in my lap.”

Mountain rolls his eyes and releases a small, but exasperated sigh, “Why would you bother bringing it.” Dew just shrugs and offers him the leather.

Mountain takes the jacket and bunches it up at his side. That… That’s not right. Dew thinks of something fast and hisses quietly. “You’ll crease it!” He reaches over to grab the jacket, shakes it out, and throws it over his lap like a small blanket. That was better. A sibling somewhere in his row has the nerve to shush him for talking. He wants to whip his head over and bare his fangs, the nerve of some flesh mound to shush him? He can feel himself start to boil a little but tries to focus.

Step three. He’s got this. With Mountain’s lap completely covered, he releases his tail from where it’s pressed up his back and against his ribs and lets it trail over to Mountain. The earth ghoul spots its change in movement almost immediately. He looks down at the appendage moving closer to his thigh and then to Dew, giving him a look of warning.

Dew responds with his own look of coy and confusion and returns his gaze to Papa, as if he was focusing on the sermon. He can still feel Mountain’s gaze burning into him and he can’t hold down the small flush that rises to his cheeks. He didn’t expect to be so nervous, now that Mountain knows what was going on. He’ll have to go slow, and subtle.

He manages to snake his tail underneath the jacket. As soon as it grazes his thigh, Dew can feel his muscles twitch as he resisted jerking his thigh away. Perfect, he didn’t want to make a scene, which would make him more pliable than usual.

Dew just strokes his leg for a while, just the outside, right underneath the jacket. He chooses slow and lethargic touches that could almost be mistaken for romantic if it had been anyone else but Dew.

Eventually, when Mountain doesn’t grab his tail and try to yank it off his body, he moves up higher, to the top of his thigh. Mountain sucks in air quietly, a sound that sends such a ripple up Dew’s spine he has a hard time stopping himself from doing anything stupid.

After a while, he finally glances over to Mountain, his eyebrows are pressed together slightly, and his throat is tight. The leg Dew is toying with is stiff, but his other one bounces against the floor. Dew notices how his legs are spread, more slightly than before, as much as he could in the tight space. And the jacket… is it—?

Dew decides he needs to find out, he drags his tail over, even closer, until the tip touches the crest in between his hips and legs. He stops when the fabric of the jacket kicks and Mountain growls. He—he was… The blood rushes away from Dew’s head so quickly he nearly passes out.

He has to feel him, has to feel what he’s done to Mountain. But as his tail starts to creep forward again, Mountain’s hand shoots under the jacket and holds it firm. Dew yelps lightly and tries to pull away but his grip is strong.

“Are you sure you want to play this game with me, little fire?” He growls under his breath, his hold not loosening. “Because I will win.” Dew choked on his next breath, the look in Mountain’s eyes terrified him. But fuck, he did really want to play this game.

Another “shhh!” comes from down the bench but this time Mountain spots them. His eyes must flash something of his true demonic nature because there’s a yelp and he returns the same gaze back onto Dew.

Oh fuck, that is scary. His eyes are simmering with more emotions than Dew is used to seeing and it’s frightening, and hot. He shoves Dew’s tail back at him and Dew and feels disappointment set in for a second before Mountain adjusts himself under the jacket. He crosses his legs and moves the jacket over to Dew’s lap. No, oh no.

The look in his eyes, it’s too much. This was not the plan, he was supposed to wait until after the service to punish him for being a little shit. Not here, not in front of all these people. “Mount, I—”

“Shut up.” He growled. “You have to be quiet, Papa is talking.” He used two fingers to pinch his chin and turn him toward the front. “Pay attention.” Dew couldn’t help the pathetic whimper that dribbled out of his throat.

“Do not think I will tell you again.” Dew doesn’t risk his anger by looking back in his direction again, but he can’t help the way his eyes pull trying to see the beast in his peripherals. “Do not. Make. A sound.” He leans down to whisper in his ear. The breath sends more chills up his spine. “You’re lucky I’m letting you have the jacket. After what you tried to do to me, I should ask Papa if I could just ruin you right here, right now in front of everyone. In front of our Lord.” A shiver racks his body and his hips lift from the bench, searching.

“Sit still. Let me give you a taste of your own medicine.” He finishes in his ear, and pulls away, leaning casually back into the bench. He’s expecting Mountain’s own tail, which is much thicker than this own, to slip its way into his lap, but it doesn’t. Mountain tilts his body toward Dew to hide the way his hand slips under the jacket.

Oh fuck. Dew twitches away impulsively from the surprise and Mountain squeezes his large hand around Dew’s thigh. A sign to settle down. But it’s hard, so hard, especially with the way his fingers curl and his fingertips press into his inner thigh. It’s making him dizzy. He can’t do this. There’s no way he can keep quiet. He glances down to his lap, and he can vaguely make out the outline of Mountain’s hand, the fabric thick enough to just look like natural folds in the material. What looks a little less subtle is the rising fabric in the middle of his lap.

He shifts so that the fabric hides more, but that only encourages Mountain to push more limits. His hands slides closer, until it’s at the crease between his leg and hip, just like he had done to Mountain. Dew is holding his breath and he’s sure the person next to him can feel the heat radiating from his body, but he can’t control it.

He wants to beg. Not sure for what though, for Mountain to stop, or just to get on with it. Mountain slides his hand up and down the crest of his hip and leg and his hand is so large in the small space of Dew’s body that it grazes him firmly enough Dew has to bite his tongue. His eyes are squeezed shut and he’s doing his best to hide the fact that he’s panting. Mountain hasn’t even fully touched him yet. Could he do this?

Mountain leans down to whisper to him again, low enough he could barely hear himself, “You look so good like this. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you looked like you were getting fucked right now.” Dew could feel perspiration gathering on his brow, his eyes still screwed tightly shut. Everyone must know. They must be looking at him. He couldn’t hold it together, too hot-headed to sit here and take what Mountain could dish out quietly.

“Maybe I will fuck you later.” He says, nipping at his ear, and at the same time, his hand comes to finally squeeze Dew’s cock through his pants.

He nearly starts crying, and having to hold in any sort of reaction was causing his eyes to become wet with frustration. Mountain pulls his face away, knowing that if he lingers too closely for too long the others will start to notice something going on. He bites his cheek so hard that his rich iron taste fills his mouth.

“Are you okay?” Mountain leans down to ask, maybe smelling the blood, maybe noticing how tense he got, or the tears welling up.

“Yes. Please keep going.” Dew says with a sigh, and Mountain groans deep in his chest.

There’s no way to subtly stroke him, it’s more movement than even the dim lighting and thick jacket could hide. But what he does instead, is so much worse. He splays the fingers of his large hand out over him and rhythmically squeezes one finger at a time from base to tip over his pants. One, two, three, four. Relax.

One, two, three, four. Relax. Over and over for what feels like hours. Dew’s legs are shaking. He’s about to give in, it’s too much, and he can’t handle it anymore. But Mountain presses harder and—Oh fuck. No, no, nonono. He’s getting close.

Too close. He’s gonna—he can’t— not here.

For a second, he thinks about warning Mountain, telling him to stop. But then, the next second, he thinks there’s no stopping.

That is until Mountain completely pulls his hand away. Dew’s head falls forward as he finally releases the breath he’s been holding for who knows how long. And he’s about to beg. Beg for more, for forgiveness, for mercy.

“Stop telling people I’m boring.” He whispers, Dew looks over, disoriented.

Papa’s booming voice drags his gaze back over for a second. “And that’s everything for today. I hope you all have the most unblessed evening. Goodbye, my children.” Then everyone is standing up, heading out the door. He turns to look at Mountain and he—

He’s already gone.

[spacesurfing]

GOOOD MORNING MY GHOUL WIVES!!!

@ghostinvenus @undyingghoul

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

See what I mean by horrible memory? You are Satan's strongest, he gave you so much power a person could think you are an angel! Even with such strong power you are still a kind, caring, amazing, and awesome person. A gold star for you ⭐️

And if you need to show that your kind through actions... Well, I'll definitely be a person to say that through your actions you are so incredibly kind. You make the list of Top 5 Kindest Friends in my life and the list of Top 5 Current Friends

STOOOOOP I can't keep getting emotional and sappy like this aaaaaa

Satan decided that I must appear like an angel so that my cover as an agent of chaos wouldn't be blown. Otherwise I would be too powerful and then his will would not be done

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

you said we could share our deep dark secrets... well, I've got one, it's so, so deep and dark!! I have a crush on Dewdrop, I have such a big crush on him

OH. EM. GEE. THIS IS A REVELATION.

I had no idea, this is the most unobvious, deepest, unexpected secret ever. This plot twist has me gasping and foaming at the mouth. I never would have seen this coming.

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

Some people do make their own masks, I've seen many homemade masks from the current era and they're pretty good!! Some people even make them to sell to others on Etsy I believe. And at least you've got the patience to wait haha

Hmm may need to look into how they male those masks then! I love the current era masks but I can't find any ghoul masks on etsy at all when I look for them :/ just gives me prints and stickers and stuff like that

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

The $200 masks are the full masks though if that makes any difference? And if I remember correctly the actual price is $179.99 for the mask but either way 😭😭

Yea the mask here was $30 but it never restocked and I didn't know how long it'd be until it dis restock so I just gave up on waiting 😂 I've never been the most patient person either tbf but I hope you are able to get that mask!!

I'm gonna figure out how to make my own if I have to lolol although I am willing to wait to just buy one if needs be, I'm not too fussed about waiting

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

Stressed in what way I wonder... :) (nah but same Dew and Mounty are gonna be sick and tired of me by the third show lmao)

Oh we wouldn't get caught, we're stealthy! It comes with being a vampire and a werewolf obviously! And I wonder just how well they would hear the saxophone if you did play...

Copia's gonna be stressed from me being a menace 😈 gonna take Plushia with me and just put it in random places to give him a fright hehe

Seeing as ghouls (at least how I headcanon them) have better hearing than humans they'd hear me fucking wheezing trying and failing to play bc my breath control isn't as good as it used to be lol

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

We'd probably be in the boot of the bus with some of their equipment and instruments so I hope you like small spaces and the possibility of being very uncomfortable- But exactly, they won't be able to drive us back because they aren't gonna drive all the way back just to drop off two Ghouls that stowed away! That and you'd get to see Copia in action and I'd get to see Dewdrop and Mountain in action ):)

I'm gonna make a Copia that is so stressed...

But yes! Hiding out in the boot, trying not to get caught, and also trying not to give into my thoughts and play the saxophone they pack up for Peepaw haha

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

HELL YEA WE ARE THE GHOUL CHEER SQUAD!! And since your a vampire Ghoul and I'm a werewolf Ghoul we've got even more access to do stuff normal Ghouls might not be able to do B) I'm still in the middle with my liking of pink and purple, I don't hate it like I used to but I don't necessarily like it, you know? It can be really pretty though, I will say that! Like sunsets, for example

Omg yes I love a good sunset, especially those ones that make the clouds go a nice pink colour 😍

Maybe us ghouls should just sneak onto the ghoul tour bus and become cheerleader ghouls at the rituals 😂 certainly a fun way to escape reality and avoid responsibility that's for sure

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

I don't have the energy either so there are no fancy cheers being done, just shaking of the sparkly pink pompoms!

Now shaking pom poms I can do and get behind!