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Yes, yes of course I am frothing at the mouth for the ghovie—but I am just as hyped for the soundtrack. I get to have an actual recording of my beloved ghoulette harmonies?! I get to hear Swisstopher F. Ghoul’s Cirice vocals without looking for that one tiktok?!! This is the best reality after all. I love it here. ♡
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𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚
𝒅𝒂𝒚 1: 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏
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He’s barely visible under the fuzzy gray blanket that’s pulled around his body. With his legs tucked up against his chest, fabric cocooned around him, he looks like a kit drowning in a terry cloth towel after a bath. Only Aeon’s round face, screwed up in concentration with the ends of his hoodie strings between his teeth, and knobby hands, plunking away at his new basic smartphone, are visible to Swiss.
In simple terms, he’s too cute to handle. Swiss’ fingers itch to grab and poke, squish the cuteness right out of him. Aeon grumbles something about the tiny keyboard, big pointed ear twitching as he stabs at the screen, and the multi ghoul cannot stand it for another second.
“Whatcha doin’, bug?” he calls from his chair opposite the couch.
Aeon chirps, peeking up from the screen. His hair sticks up on top when he lifts his head. “Hm?”
Swiss is going to scream. “I said ‘whatcha doin’’?”
“Well,” he spits out the hoodie strings, shifting a bit. “I’m trying to figure out this . . . texting thing. But Dew keeps sending me funny little faces after I accidentally send him random letters. The keys are so small, how do you do this?”
“You’ll get it, just takes some time. At least you have smaller thumbs.” Swiss wiggles both of his in Aeon’s direction. “That’ll help.”
Aeon huffs, corners of his mouth turning down, lower lip sticking out; he pouts. He’s pouting. Why must Copia always summon the adorable ones? And why can Swiss just never keep his hands off of them?
The frown remains in place even as Swiss hops out of his seat and sits down beside the newbie quint. Swiss shakes his head and chuckles. “Why’re you so damn cute?”
Aeon side-eyes him. Scoffs a little and rolls his eyes. “Cute?” he accuses.
“Have you seen yourself?”
“I mean, yeah, I look in the mirror everyday—”
“No,” Swiss laughs, “right now. With your blanket and your little phone and that pouty face.” The multi ghoul pokes him right in the cheek, emphasizing said frown.
“You make me sound like a child,” Aeon grumbles and flinches away, sticking his tongue out as he locks his phone and shoves it into the couch cushions. He pulls the blanket even tighter around himself. But there’s a smile tugging at his lips, even as he continues to side-eye Swiss.
Once again, he is going to scream. “You make me crazy,” he admits stupidly, shaking his head. “I just wanna,” he makes a vague grabby-hands motion, indicating his frustration, “ugh, I just wanna scrunch you up and put you in my pocket, baby.”
“Front pockets are preferable, please.” Aeon grins suddenly, showing off his fangs.
Swiss blinks. Momentarily stunned to silence—an incredibly rare feat for this ghoul.
“You little—” He springs into action, leaning close and poking his thick fingers everywhere: his neck, behind his ears, the dimples in his cheeks. Aeon squawks in protest, but that does nothing to stop the onslaught. He growls playfully and grabs his cheeks, squishing and smushing and squeezing.
“‘wiss,” the quint attempts to complain—keep it together, really—through pushed-together cheeks. “‘top, bhat’re you—”
“I’m sorry, but you’re too adorable to live,” Swiss explains. “Gotta stop you before you reach mach cuteness or everyone’ll die.” Aeon whines, removing his arms from the blanket to swat at him to no avail. Swiss is quick to release his cheeks, grabbing his wrists instead and pinning his arms to his chest.
“Gah, what the fu—” Swiss cuts him off with a cross between a snarl, a growl, and a weird noise a disgruntled-slash-scared cat would make, completely dramatic and unserious, diving in to his neck open-mouthed so he can graze his skin with the front of his teeth repeatedly with fake bites. Aeon can only toss his head back and giggle ferociously and against his will.
“Gonna eat you,” Swiss growls. “C’mere.”
“Why are you like this?!”
𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿
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Ghost - Rite Here Rite Now (Official Animated Film Artwork)
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FUCKING SODASTREAM HELP IM WHEEZING
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Trying this out. A lot of friends suggested I post my art somewhere, so I hope this is good enough. Please let me know if you like it ;w;
#DEW’S PINKY BANDAGE AAAA#CUTE#nameless ghouls#raindrop#dewdrop ghoul#rain ghoul#the band ghost#fanart#beautiful art
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Mounty finding one of Copias beloved rats and returning her home <3
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Copia introducing Swiss for the first time is so funny
Video Credits: Nocturnalghostss
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Rain eating Dewdrop pussy and not coming up for air what…. Need more pls. Elaborate??
i will never not elaborate on gill stuff
also what doja cat said about noses... yk
Dewdrop feels like he’s dying.
He might be, actually, but if so, then that would possibly be the best way to die.
He’s lost count of how many times Rain has made him cum already—though the water ghoul himself most definitely is keeping count and will proudly share the number with him later—and it doesn’t seem like he’s planning on stopping anytime soon. He’s been buried in his mate’s cunt for what not only felt, but, in fact, was hours.
He’s been down there for his own enjoyment, really. Pleasuring Dewdrop is a nice bonus, but when Rain gets lost in pussy, he does it mostly for himself.
With his gills unglamored it isn’t hard to do so.
His fingers are digging into the fire ghoul’s skinny thighs that are framing his head—holding him down. He had doubts about fully sitting on Rain’s face, but now he’s all but a sack of potatoes; he wouldn’t be able to hold himself up even if he wanted to.
“R–Rain, oh, fuck, shit,” Dewdrop moans as the water ghoul pushes him over the edge once again and does not resurface. The smaller ghoul above him shakes like a leaf, gripping onto the headboard of their bed in front of him for dear life.
Dewdrop feels air escaping Rain’s gills on his legs when he hums into his cunt. He whines in overstimulation again and the water ghoul is merciful enough to move back and lick over and into his rim for a moment to give Dewdrop’s sensitive pussy a little break.
His ass is as wet with both spit and slick as his cunt—with how long they’ve been at it—and Rain’s method of basically fucking Dewdrop with his nose as he makes out with his other hole is definitely not helping the fire ghoul’s sanity.
He moans loud and high and curses his own body for giving in to his mate’s ministrations so easily. It hurts and yet his hips grind down against Rain’s drenched face even more. At least they don’t have to worry about him suffocating.
Beard burn on the delicate skin of Dewdrop’s thighs and all around his cunt is a bigger worry. Rain will lick him there, too, later.
In apology and thanks.
Not yet, though. He digs his fingers further into the fire ghoul’s legs and squeezes twice—asking for permission to go on. He doesn’t want to pull back even for a second to ask out loud.
Dewdrop breathes heavily and his tail seems to have a mind of its own when it squeezes Rain’s arm twice in return—in affirmation. He doesn’t have time to prepare for when the water ghoul’s unglamored tongue plunges deep into his asshole as he pulls his hips and pushes his cunt further down onto his nose.
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Phantom walks around with his fangs out like this
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It upsets me that this man is far too tall for me to pick up and put in my pocket.
JUST LOOK AT HIM
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Super short spicy thoughts under the cut because I keep seeing that gif of Dew choking Rain. so what if it was the other way around?
Rain choking Dew.
Dew laying in their bed, hair splayed out underneath him, lashes wet with tears.
Cuffed to the headboard.
Rain's slender fingers around his throat
They squeeze just enough to let the fog of that pleasant, floaty feeling fill his mind and then let go.
They gradually hold his throat longer until he's gasping and writhing, his cunt leaking steadily.
He whimpers as they whisper into his ear about how much of a slut he is.
They degrade him, tell him that he's sick for getting off on just being choked.
He comes untouched with a strangled cry when they squeeze just right, apply that perfect pressure and he blacks out.
When he comes back, Rain has uncuffed him and is cuddling and praising him.
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unsolicited grooming
ghouls gotta groom
but sometimes the other ghoul isn't in the mood
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