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grug dyeing hair with blueberries. grug inventing pronouns.
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i'd like to think aeth makes lil teddy bears with scars for both ghouls and siblings when they have top surgery
each one tailored to the recipient. mount's had vines along the scars, aeon's were shooting stars, cirrus' adorned with stylised gusts of wind
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I love how this man has two totally different personalities 💀
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Dew got a Plushia ironically but got attached to it
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not gonna lie, discovering the word “ough” changed me fundamentally as a person
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POV ur a sibling of sin and Alpha visits the nursery
aka Alpha is great with kits (and i have just, devastating lore for this image and Alpha's life in the pits)
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void...void what the fuck
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Well I dunno...
Phantom would be so desperate, too needy to even think about teasing. Honestly, if not for Swiss having a hand on the situation, he'd have just tugged his pants down and fucked him dry but of course Swiss isn't thinking entirely with his dick, only a little.
Snaps his teeth at Phantom and growls when he moves to touch him without permission, and poor Phantom sits there practically shaking like a leaf watching Swiss finger himself open. At least Swiss is nice enough to pet the spade of his tail over the underside of his cock, just to hold him over.
Think that Phantom begs to mount him properly when Swiss finally lets him crawl closer. Mouth dry, voice soft with an oddly innocent quality as he says it, and when Swiss asks why, well - "I want to make sure it takes, so nothing can drip out. You need to take all of it." and if that doesn't make Swiss' dick throb almost painfully...
Phantom pops that ruddy little head into him and nearly cries. Swiss might've prepped himself some, but not much, Phantom's cock wasn't big by any means and he wanted to be tight around him still. He just has to press in to the hilt, has to feel Swiss wrapped around every inch of him, and he's panting by the time their hips are flush.
Brain gone fuzzy with need he almost gets lost in it, Swiss has to give a little wriggle back against him to bring him to earth again. Has to remind Phantom "if you wanna breed me, gotta fuck it into me baby" and that's what sets him off.
Phantom's only upright for a few minutes, eventually he's folded over Swiss' back just barely pulling out to press back in. He never wants to leave the tight heat of his body, wants to live in this mind numbing bliss for the rest of his days. His claws rake little welts into Swiss' soft hips, and he'll feel a little bad about it later, but he can't seem to pull Swiss back to meet his thrusts hard enough.
Sooner or later the tears come, wet against his shoulder blade, Phantom weeps and begs and pleads as his knot starts to get pudgy. Barely catching but enough they can both feel it. Enough that Swiss is starting to unravel.
"Fuck - fuck, hells. Swiss, Swiss, please." He'd warble once his knot gets thick enough it truly tugs when he tries to pull out. "Gotta. Gotta let me. Tell me I can, need you to - tell me to breed you."
Honestly he can't even keep his voice level anymore, not when Phantom's hammering into him, pressing against that sweet spot that sends his brain offline. All he can manage is a string of yes's panted out into the sheets.
"T-Thank you, oh Belial. S'gonna be so good, you're gonna get so full with my litter. Keep you on my knot till you do, make you mine, change you, oh fuck Swiss I'm gonna-"
"Give it to me, shit, puppy - make me your bitch."
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Cardi! What's your favorite flower?
Ehhhh... Roses? Maybe? I don't know. I don't know a lot of flowers. But roses are nice. Romantic.
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When Dew’s first summoned, his personal care was…lacking. It was all new to him and honestly he had better things to worry about, like learning a whole new instrument and chasing the pretty little fire ghoul around. When Mountain and Aether find out, they’re quick to drag him to the bathroom and into the bathtub.
Dew sits in the tub looking a little like an angry kitten as Mountain runs a soapy sponge over his skin and while Aether tackles his hair.
“What have you been using to wash your hair?” Aether says as he runs his fingers through Dew’s greasy hair.
Dew shrugs.
“The green stuff in the kitchen.”
“The green stuff?”
“Yeah, the green stuff by the sink.” Dew says it like it’s obvious.
Mountain takes a step back, holding back a laugh.
“The dish soap? You’ve been using dish soap?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?” Dew looks between the two ghouls as the both stifle a laugh .
“Dish soap? Seriously?” Aether tips Dew’s head back and gently pours water over him.
“Hey, if it cleans the dishes, it cleans me as well.”
Mountain doubles over with laughter and Aether tries, and fails, to hold back a giggle as he rubs shampoo into Dew’s hair.
“Why are you laughing, I’m right!”
That makes the pair laugh even harder.
“Oh darling, you are so not right.” Aether rinses the shampoo from his hair.
“Well it was working.” Dew pouts.
Mountain’s laugh dies down to a giggle.
“It wasn’t working. Not at all.”
“I was doing my best, okay!” Dew’s trying not to laugh now, realising maybe he’s logics are a little silly.
“This is what you use.” Aether holds up the bottles of shampoo and conditioner he’d just been using. “No more dish soap, okay?”
Dew pouts again.
“But it smells like apple.”
“We can get you apple scented shampoo, i promise.” Mountain says.
Dew think about it for a second.
“Okay, deal. No more dish soap.”
Aether pulls Dew out of the bath. “And to make up for laughing at you.” He wraps the small ghoul on a towel. “I’ll dry your hair with the hair dryer. I know you like the hair dryer.”
“Hmm, I do like the hair dryer. So warm.” He pauses for a second. “I guess I can forgive you both then.”
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I was out for way too long, leaving you astray without the blessing of my art.
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Dawg imagine being a new ghost fan like “oh cool I like this kinda anti church Satan band, I wonder if they have any kind of fandom?” And then you see us posting about morally dubious mind control and debating if you can put a dick in gills
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Ghoulettes at the playground!
Because while everyone is entitled to their opinion, sometimes it's best not to actively voice them on the internet!
Lots of pictures in this one so it's below the cut for the sake of your dashes <333
Cumulus forgets she isn't a kit anymore and gets stuck on the slide. It's one of these motherfuckers and even being one of the shortest ghoulettes, she still has to wiggle her way down all dejected, her legs too long to fit in the spiral shape.
Sunny treats the playground like a military training course. Fully pushing kids out her way so she can hurl herself over one of these
before she's running over the next obstacle, "Look, Cir, no hands!"
Famous last words, really, because she face plants several times in her attempts to impress the older ghoulettes. She's fine though, eating shit is her hobby and she's perfected the art of falling over so it doesn't hurt so much!
Mist absolutely adores the swings. They'd sit there for hours swinging if they could. The repetitive motion is just so soothing, mindlessly outstretching their legs to keep it going. Occasionally another ghoulette will sit in the swing next to them and they'll gossip about the latest ministry drama. They once tried to fit in the toddler swings for shits and giggles- that was a fun one to explain to Papa when they were 5 hours late back to the abbey because Mist got stuck and they had to call the fire brigade...
Aurora sits in one of these bad boys. In fact, anything that spins, she will play with. It boggles the other ghoulettes' minds how she can stomach it, they feel ill just watching her. She's still relatively young so she makes friends with the kits there, spinning them in exchange for being spun. The others refuse to let her go back on for a good while after lunch though, they don't want to have to clean that mess up.
Cirrus is absolutely jacked, she could easily carry both Mountain and Swiss if she chose to do so (and sometimes does if they're annoying her). Naturally, she loves the monkey bars. She's doing all kinds of tricks: pull-ups, flips, the whole nine yards. She'd be lying if she said she didn't love the way the kits look at her in awe and ask for help in becoming 'big and strong' like her.
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Ifrit having sex with cirrus for the first time and she’s like “fuck- call me a stupid whore, pull my hair” and ifrits like “no omg id never shame a woman I love women-“
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