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iamthecomet · 5 months

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Comet something you said in an ask you answered stuck with me "Aether & Mountain can't share a bunk together" & ive not been able to stop thinking about like, what if they still tried anyway?

The 2 big boys on tour just suddenly have a real craving for eachother that can't wait & that no one else can satisfy, but they are stuck on the tour bus for the next few nights? Them squeezing in together, pressed so close. Giggling as they whisper & shh eachother as they get eachother off with the minimal movement the tight space will allows them?

I definitely have some thots. (700+ words of them).

They should have probably waited to get to a hotel. But it’s days away, and Aether can’t take it anymore. Can’t take the smell of Mountain reaching him from one bunk away–across the hall. The smell of evergreen and juniper swirling around him but just out of reach.

The bunks are small–too small for both of them honestly. But Aether doesn’t really care. Not with how Mountain is pressed up against him.

They’re face to face, Aether’s back pressed tight to the bus wall behind him. The curtain behind Mountain is just barely pulled closed. Aether should be uncomfortable. He isn’t.

Mountain’s knee is between his thighs, pressed up tight against his clothed cock, hard and dripping already. Mountain’s head is tucked under his chin. Horns glamored away to prevent any unfortunate accidents as he mouths at Aether’s throat, licking away sweat and desire.

Mountain ruts his hips against Aether, whining at the friction–good but not enough. Aether shushes him, laughter on his lips as he does.

It’s late, there’s little risk of waking anyone up at this point. But Aether doesn’t feel like being the subject of one of Copia’s be respectful of each other, the bus is very small morning talks. He tries to pull Mountain a little closer but it doesn’t exist. He digs his fingers into the earth ghoul’s spine and sighs as Mountain shifts, dragging his thigh over Aether’s cock again.

“Touch me,” Mountain whispers.

It takes an incredible amount of effort for Aether to slide his hand between them. But he manages. First shimmying his own pants down just enough to free his cock, then doing the same for Mountain. Just a little. Shifting just enough that he can press them together.

Curling his hand around both of them and stroking. Twisting his hand around their sticky tips. Mountain groans, low, a little too loud but Aether can’t be bothered to worry about it when it sounds so good pressed against his collarbone.

“Help me out, Mount,” Aether whispers, voice already hitching as he rocks his hips into his own fist. He doesn’t have a lot of space to do it, but it’s good enough. The slide of his cock over the hard ridge of Mountain’s is perfect. He feels like his veins are catching fire.

Mountain wiggles a little, shoving his hand down between them and gripping both of them in one big hand just below Aether’s fist. Mountain rolls his hips and keens. Low and wounded and Aether has to shush him again.

“Mount, you gotta–shh,” Aether hisses.

“Can’t help it–fuck–wanted you so bad. Needed this for days.”

Aether nods. He knows. Lucifer does he know. He’s getting close already. Toes curling, pleasure zapping up his spine and through his veins. Balls drawling up as he fucks into Mountain and his own fist. Aided by copious amounts of pre-cum from both of them. The counter rhythm they’ve created makes a slick noise with each thrust. Fuck, Aether really hopes everyone else really is asleep.

Mountain picks his head up, straightens up enough to press his forehead to Aether’s. Aether meets emerald eyes. They breathe the same air, tasting lavender and juniper.

Aether’s going to cum. Right now. The realization takes him by surprise. He feels the whine bubbling up in his chest just as he starts to twitch, to squirt. He surges forward. He seals his mouth over Mountain’s. Letting Mountian swallow his noise as he makes a mess all over their stomachs and hands. Licking filthy into Mountain’s mouth as Mountain follows him over. Whimpering deep in his chest. The worst of the sound muffled by Aether’s tongue.

They could clean up–should. But Aether’s body feels boneless, floating. Content in a way he hasn’t in days. Sleeping together in this bunk is no more comfortable than jacking each other off but Aether doesn’t care. He catches his breath, kisses Mountain one more time. Nuzzling their heads together like he would if their horns were in play.

“Roll over,” Mountain orders. And Aether does. It takes some work but eventually his forehead is pressed to the cool bus wall and Mountain is curled up behind him. Knees curled together. Mountain’s head tipped into the soft hair on the back of Aether’s neck. Mountain kisses him there, soft enough to bring goosebumps to Aether’s skin. “Is this ok?” Aether asks.

Mountain chuckles, breath warm against Aether’s back. “It’s perfect.”

#Comet writes #ficlet #herbal quintessence #Mountain/Aether #Aether/Mountain #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #tour bus sex #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #ghost band fanfiction #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction

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st-danger · 1 year

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you’ve given me the image of mountain giving aether his knot. do you think aether would be able to keep his composure while he takes it, or would he just fall apart? do what you will with this.

He feels it bumping against him, Mountain pushing just a little further each time, incrementally closer to shoving it all the way in. Eyes shut tight, Aether rubs his cheek mindlessly against the pillow he's clutching, and wills himself to relax.

His heart is pounding and he's trembling; knot aside, Mountain is thick, and Aether would forget how to breathe if it wasn't automatic, with how the flared head and wide shaft are stroking inside him. He hits a spot that floods his pelvis with a dull and intense pleasure every time he pushes and pulls Aether's hips to and away from him. His cock, hanging heavy between his legs, bounces in time with Mountain's thrusts.

"Gonna get stuck on me?" Mountain rumbles from above, getting even further up the still-swelling knot, pausing for a moment, and then giving Aether a few short, vicious thrusts before returning to the long ones. He pauses and holds Aether close for a few seconds each time now.

Aether whimpers in response, a sad, defeated noise.

"Will you cum on it?" Mountain says, shy.

"It's huge," Aether groans again; even further this time, holding- pressing- and then pulling back, a slow and satisfying drag back out.

"Please," Mountain whispers, "I want you to clamp down on it, it'll make me feel so good."

"Do it," Aether gulps. Relax, relax, relax, he chants silently. Mountain's left hand slides from his hips to grope at his cock, sticky and ignored, to pull in time with the snap of his hips, and Aether slips offline. He's putting more force in, now, and Aether feels his balls slap against him. Mountain stops jacking to simply grip it, and- fuck, he's going in-

He's retreating seconds before Aether thinks he's going to slide all the way in, and he can't help the distressed moan.

"That was close," Mountain says. "You think I can pop it in now?"

"I think you should."

Mountain obliges.

Aether gets two more long strokes, and then Mountain pulls him back hard, and Aether's eyes roll up as he shoves himself deep inside in one slick push, forces the air out of Aether's lungs when the bulb pops all the way in.

For all his careful composure and intentional relaxing, it's meaningless now. Aether wails against the sudden stretch, the way it tugs on his rim when he jolts forward, the way he tightens and flutters around it and the trembling gives way to shaking thighs.

"Oh fuck, oh, oh," Aether gasps, "Stroke me, stroke me, I'm gonna- that's making, oh that's making me-"

Mountain gets his hand a little tighter around Aether's cock, feels it throbbing as he jacks him off hard and fast. Aether goes ridgid, the slick noises of his hand pulling his shaft getting louder with a rush of precum that floods the tight circle of his hand.

The moment Aether starts spasming around him, crying out all reedy, Mountain sees stars, grinding forward to force pleasured tears out of him, balls drawing up snug as he squirts a fat load deep within Aether's puffy hole.

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghost headcanons #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain/aether #aether/mountain #mountain x aether #aether x mountain #nameless ghouls

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divine-misfortune · 6 months

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Pristine and Kept Pretty

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Aether/Mountain

Tags: Boot blacking, boot worship, boot fucking, masturbation, dom/sub dynamic, objectification, dom! Aether, sub! Mountain

Words: 1,584

Summary: Aether takes special care to clean Mountain's boots, and Mountain knows the proper way to thank him.

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The plush cushion of the chair felt odd to sink into, too unfamiliar to relax in. Mountain's spine stayed rigid, only a minor improvement from his typical posture. He swallowed with an audible click as Aether gave his boot zipper a tug, his nervous sound masked by the teeth coming together. It felt strange, almost sort of wrong, to see him on his knees like this - like he should be lower than the quint ghoul, cheek pressed to the cold floor if that is where Aether decided he wanted him to be. Still, Mountain remained in place, waiting for instruction like always.

Fidgeting with a loose thread on his knee, he watched Aether's dexterous hands work a new lace through his boots eyelets. His eyes flicked towards the clock on the wall but Aether cleared his throat and his attention returned diligently. He was met with a furrowed brow and a near frown, not quite disappointment but enough that Mountain felt uncharacteristically small.

Aether pulled the laces tight once more before tying them off. With a satisfied sound, he ran his palm over the shiny black leather. Admiring and inspecting his work, testing Mountain's patience and withholding what he craved.

"You need to take better care of your things, darling." He tutted and thumbed over a crease at the toe of his boot, "they were so scuffed. Dirty." His lip almost curled up with disgust, a glimpse of teeth. Mountain felt his breath catch. "Do you have any idea how long it took to make them pretty again?"

"I'm sorry sir."

"What do we say?"

"...Thank you for making them pretty, sir." His voice felt meek but his cock still throbbed fiercely in his boxers.

He'd sat quiet for the better part of an hour watching Aether on his knees, sleeves rolled past his elbows, working away at the dulled leather. His mouth went dry when Aether yanked his shoe up onto his thigh, throat following suit when his tongue lolled out of his mouth all pretty and pink as spit dribbled off of it onto the leather. The blood rushed from his brain to his dick at an alarming speed, his ability to think not far behind as Aether took a rag to it. Spit shining taken a little too literally.

Beyond thorough, Aether had taken his time with each scuff and scratch, paying the time absolutely no attention. Mountain had thought to say something, even got as far as opening his mouth, but could only croak sadly.

He knew that they were set to go on soon, without daring another glance at the ticking clock, Mountain could feel it. Rituals had always carried a certain energy to them, unholy worship running through a ghoul's veins. But instead of electricity mingling in his body, his blood felt thick like syrup. Time seemed to move slower when Aether had him like this, skull stuffed with cotton, mind gone soft, cock gone hard.

"You know how to thank me." Aether's voice went a bit shaky with the command. Hand on the outside of his ankle pushing with the slightest hint of guidance, even Mountain was smart enough to recognize impatience.

He did, and it made his face feel hot to shift the weight of his foot from Aether's thigh to the obvious tent in his pants. Mountain wanted to cover his face as he cautiously nudged at his bulge with the toe and Aether sighed, but knew better than to try. He gripped the edge of his seat instead.

"Fuck...Harder, I know you can do better."

Lip worried between his teeth, Mountain dragged against the length of his zipper with an increasing pressure. He swore he could feel Aether's chubby little cock through the layers of fabric and rubber, feel it kick against the weight.

Selfishly he wished it was his hands so he could feel him for certain, cradle his heavy balls in his palm and thumb over the reddening tip when it started to leak. He could only assume his boxers were growing sticky with pre, Mountain knew his own certainly were.

Aether rocked upwards when the flat of his sole came to rest against him again, groaning low enough it could have easily been a growl as his clothed member slid against the unforgiving rubber ridges. It hurt in a way that could only be described as delicious, Mountain could read it on the other ghoul's face. Grit teeth and a creased brow, trying not to whimper over every thrust chasing after that feeling.

"Hh...That's, that's it. Good." He whispered and Mountain whined, almost dejected.

"Please sir-?" Mountain asked with a sad pitch to his voice, if Aether had the breath to laugh he might have. "Say it?"

"Good toy."

It was his turn to groan, cock spurting a generous amount of pre against his thigh in response to the praise. He shifted his foot again, grateful, as he pressed the heel of his boot against what was likely the underside of Aether's cock. Aether cursed as his head fell back, one hand braced on the floor behind him while the other rested on top of Mountain's boot, abusing the newfound angle to rut his hips into the rubber with an unfamiliar desperation.

"Yeah? Like being my good toy? Sitting pretty so I can use you to get off?" He panted, sweat beading at his brow. His scent ran stronger, muskier, Mountain felt the drool pooling in his mouth. "Course you do, look at you. You love being used," Aether's mouth hung open in silent pleasure for a fleeting second with a particularly well angled motion.

Aether loved to talk, loved whispering filth directly into the untouched corners of Mountain's mind until it consumed his every thought. Magic typically coming to polish off his brain the same as he'd done to the leather, but there was no curl of quintessence this time. Just Aether's husky voice pulling him further into that vacant headspace until it became sir's words guiding his toy.

It was always a treat to watch Mountain slip, even if he fell easily. It still sent something hot zipping down Aether's spine to see his copper eyes go glassy.

"Wanna see it..." The earth ghoul rasped, giving his cock another heavy nudge.

Aether might've chastised his lack of manners but he knew it'd be in one ear and out the other. Both hands instead moved for his belt and Mountain withdrew to give him space. He outright moaned shamelessly when Aether's cock was pulled free, already slick and still beading pre as he stroked his fist over it. Root to tip over the short length of it, it looked heavy and fat in his hand. Mountain ached to touch himself.

"Like it baby?"

"Yes sir." He nodded dumbly, watching the ruddy head disappear into his fist with each twist along it.

"Prettiest cock you've ever seen?"

"Yes sir," his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he finally forced his unfocused eyes back on his face. Aether's violet eyes glittered, they almost matched the purple hue of his cheeks.

Without stopping the hand on his dick, Aether used the other to reposition Mountain's foot. Leather almost a little cold on the underside of his cock as it dribbled, dirtying his previous hard work. He hissed and released himself, steadied by both hands around Mountain's calf as he gave a tentative roll of his hips.

Mountain liked this angle better, and judging by the glossy streaks rut against his shoe, Aether did too. He was huffing, digging his fingers into the little bit of meat on his leg. Under each breath he could hear a faint whisper of yes and fuck. His cock was drooling, leaking like a faucet, almost as bad as Rain.

"Shit - fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Aether's pace faltered and his hand flew back to his visibly twitching dick. He managed a few clumsy strokes before his hips jerked forward to meet his fist one more time, thick white ropes splattering across the previously pristine black leather. His eyes roll and remain in his skull as he stutters through the sudden crash of orgasm, slowly twisting up and down his softening cock till the glow of pleasure begins to go blinding.

He drops back to sitting on his heels, upper body sagging as he attempts to catch his breath. Mountain might have stopped breathing at some point with how dizzy he'd gone. He's also panting despite having just sat there, sinking into the back of the couch till his chin met his chest. An awkward angle, but one that left him staring longingly at the suffocating way his pants clung to his crotch.

"Your boots are a mess again." Aether says when the blood finally leaves his ears, tucking himself back into his uncomfortably wet boxers. "After all I put into cleaning them?"

"I'll, um-"

"Fucking dirty toy," Aether scolded and Mountain fought his body not to try to buck up into nothing. Desperate for friction. "You've got five minutes till curtains...Better find someone willing to lick this clean, or you can walk out there wearing my cum."

An almost wounded sound tore out of Mountain as he suddenly sat upright, the blush in his cheeks practically glowing.

"You wouldn't want to waste my cum, would you?"

"N-no sir."

"And you don't want all of those adoring fans to know just what you are, do you?"

"No sir."

"Then you better find someone and beg."

#void writing #writing #spicy tag #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether/mountain #the band ghost #ghost the band #the band ghost fanfiction

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xxwhiskeyxx · 10 months

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You Don't Separate a Giant and Their Treasure

So as we all know, our dear Aether had to stay and do the ministry’s taxes. But what we didn’t know is he is mated to Mountain and Swiss. Another thing to note is that: Earth ghouls are quite territorial and incredibly possessive over their mates, and on top of all that, poor Mountain has separation anxiety due to his former pack being ripped away from him and just his normal attachment style.

So poor Mountain is forced to be away from his mate for months. Not coming back for nearly 7 months, of course, Aether had come to visit in brief intervals when he was able to and stayed for a few days here and there while Ghost was on the road because otherwise Mountain would’ve destroyed (another) tour bus with his pacing and anxious chewing but it wasn’t near enough for the Giant

Poor Swiss had to keep their mate as calm as possible when he’d cry during anxiety attacks over being separated from Aether and almost destroying Swiss during sex from his frustration and anxiety. FaceTiming and calling didn’t help much either. But as soon as they're back…Seestor is gonna learn just why you don’t separate an Earth giant and his mate

So I came up with this while I'm forced to participate in a work readiness class for job training. I hope you guys enjoy it, if you'd like a part 2 with the smut section feel free to ask! I just didn't feel I could do it justice just yet

-Love Whiskey

After so many months of touring, Ghost was finally returning home to the abbey. All of the ghouls were excited to get home, but no one was more excited than their drummer. Practically bouncing off the walls of the tour bus, Swiss had to get a right hand on his mate’s waist and tug him into his lap, distracting him with a kiss, to get him to sit still when Copia had given him a pleading look. “Easy Sunflower, we’ll see our Starlight soon, and we all know you’re excited. But Pops needs you to sit down, he doesn’t want you to get hurt from this shitty ass driveway and its potholes. Can you be a good boy and sit with me for these last few minutes, please?” Swiss coos, petting his mate’s hair.

Mountain whines pathetically but stays still, accepting Swiss’ kisses and snuggling into his neck. “Miss him…” he mumbles sadly, tail wrapping tightly around Swiss’ calf. Dewdrop and Rain look at each other knowingly, Phantom looking confused, “Is he talking about Aether?” he whispers to Cirrus. She nods, “Mountain and Swiss are his mates, Mountain doesn’t handle being away from either of them well, so this tour has been hard on him” she explains, “That’s why he came to visit sometimes, did you not notice just how clingy Mount was with him those days…and how Copia made sure we were all placed far away from their room?” Cumulus adds, giggling

Before long, they’re pulling into the abbey loading dock. The moment the bus is parked, Mountain is off like a rocket, bounding down the stairs and taking off through the crowd, darting around siblings and crew members alike. The other ghouls just shake their heads and laugh, Swiss giving him a head start before following, “Do make sure he doesn’t break our poor Aether!” Copia calls after him, a smile in his voice. Turning and giving a mock salute, Swiss takes off after his mate.

The Earth ghoul is running around the abbey, desperately to catch his mate’s scent, that identifiable mix of Bourbon, Lavender, and Ozone. He runs all the way from the loading dock to the library, down to the infirmary before he catches even a whiff. His head shoots up when he catches a sliver of lavender coming from the hallway leading down to their den, ‘I’m a fucking idiot’ he thinks to himself before shooting down the stairs.

Mountain follows the scent until he comes to a stop in front of his room, the scent is strongest here, slowly opening the door, he finds what he was looking for. Aether is sprawled in his bed, asleep on his stomach with his face buried in one of Mountain’s hoodies while snuggling Swiss’ pillow.

Butterflies erupt in the ghoul’s stomach as he creeps forward, not wanting to disturb his mate’s slumber. Ever so slowly and carefully, he slips into the bed behind Aether, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist as he drags him close and buries his face in his neck. Mountain’s breath is shaky as he takes that first inhale of his mate straight from the source

The smaller ghoul whines as he’s moved, stretching slightly as he tries to squirm to get comfortable. But after a moment, mauve eyes blink open at the scent of Evergreen, Warm Freshly tilled Soil, Morning Dew, Daphne & Winter Beauty flowers. Turning slightly, he spots the familiar mop of brown waves before there’s a soft whine. Aether’s stomach clenches as he fully turns over, “Hi Clover, did you just get back?” he asks softly, adjusting so Mountain can stay where he is. The drummer nods, “Wanted to see you…missed you so much” he mumbles, now trailing kisses along the skin in front of him until he finds his mark, gently nibbling the scar, having noticed just how bare Aether’s skin is which is something he has to change, now.

Aether sighs, running his fingers through the soft hair, “Missed you too, been too long.. Oh fuck…” he trails off as that hot mouth latches to the sensitive skin under his ear. Claws digging into plush hips, Mountain bullies Aether onto his back so he can hover over him protectively as he begins to mark the soft skin. His possessiveness rears its ugly head as he smells some random siblings scents on his mate, he knows it's probably from the infirmary but someone touched HIS Aether

The Quintessence ghoul can do nothing but let his mate mark him however he wants, not that he’d ever stop him, his only complaint is just how..intense Mountain gets. His entire throat will be completely covered in bruises, bitemarks, and hickeys by the time the giant is satisfied. “Fuck baby, you..you couldn’t wait even a few, mmmm, minutes, gotta make sure to remark what’s yours? Oh!” Mountain’s only response is to sink his fangs into the crook of his neck, growling deep in his throat. “Mine…My mate, my starlight, my treasure” he hisses in his ear

Swiss finally catch up after a few minutes, following the thumping sounds and loud moans. Sneakily peeking inside Mountain’s room, he sees Mount with a kneeling Aether who he has pinned to the headboard, fingers buried and pumping into the already sloppy-sounding hole, mouth latched to his throat, and oh…he has Aether’s face pressed right next to the vent that connects his room to rest of the abbey, specifically Sister Imperator's. This is how Mountain shows her why you don’t separate a ghoul from their mate

#whiskey's burbling barrel #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether x mountain #mountain x aether #mountain/aether #aether/mountain #mountain loves his starlight #you shouln't seperate him from his boy

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bonncy · 28 days

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photocards of the demon cats

#the band ghost #ghost the band #the band ghost fanart #ghost fanart #ghost band fanart #ghost band #papa emeritus iv #nameless ghoul #sodo ghoul #dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #aether ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cummulus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #mountain ghoul

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genderlessghoul · 6 months

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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!!

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nastylittleghouls · 5 months

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

#Mountain Ghoul #nameless ghouls #ghost ghouls #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #MountainDew #SwissAlps #Mountain/Rain #Aether/Mountain #Mountain/Cumulus #Ghoul Shenanigans (TM)

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funvinefury · 5 months

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Cardinal Copia giving flowers to the ghouls.

Video Credits: Unknown

#ghost #ghost bc #ghostbc #ghost band #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #multi ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cardinal copia #copia

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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mommeeeetttt,,,,,

mountain in the kitchen eating a banana cuz he wanted a quick snack!! aeth walks in and sees him eating the last banana and gets upset (he wanted it) so mountain playfully offers to feed it to him, but aeth will never say no to nana!! Mountain tries to push it as far as he can cuz he wants to see if aeth will gag (he doesn't lol just stares at him like ??? and takes the BIGGEST bite off the banana) Mountain is kind of surprised but also turned on!! asks aether if he can also take him without gagging (bc monster ghock amiright?) the rest is up to you <3

Raavveeennnnn. Finally. FINALLY. getting to the banana fic. <3 <3

Aether doesn't have a gag reflex. Mountain feels like he should have known that before now. It's important information, crucial even.

He holds Aether's gaze, as the banana disappears into Aether's waiting mouth. Aether winks at him. He reaches up to take the banana from Mountain's grasp so he can actually eat it. Mountain lets it go without a though, he's too busy watching Aether pull it out of his throat and take a sizable bite. He swallows, his mouth is dry. "Why are you looking at me like that," Aether asks, happily taking another bite of the banana that was supposed to be Mountain's breakfast.

"You didn't--I thought you'd--"

"What? Gag?" Aether winks at him again and turns headed out of the kitchen. "I've had bigger things in my throat than this." "What about me?" Mountain says, all in a rush. He doesn't plan to say anything, the words just spill out of him. He feels his face heat as soon as they're out.

Aether's sucked Mountain off plenty of times. But never like that. He rarely gets deep-throated. There's a lot of him to swallow down, and he's just as happy with a good old-fashioned blow job. Or, at least, he was until this exact second. Aether licks his lips. His eyes dart down to the front of Mountain's sweatpants. His cock is already fattening up against the fabric, there's no hiding it. "I can do it," Aether says, confidently, almost nonchalant, like it's a foregone conclusion.

"You never have."

"You never asked." "I--"

Aether's on his knees in front of Mountain before Mountain has fully comprehended what's happening. Aether reaches up, pulls Mountain's sweatpants down, and curls his fingers around his half-hard cock.

Mountain thinks about stopping him. It's 10am. They're in the kitchen. But then Aether's rolling his foreskin back and sucking the head into his mouth and Mountain's brain turns off. Shuts up. Relents. Mountain rests one hand on the back of Aether's head. He braces himself on a chair with the other. As Aether sucks more of him into his mouth, works him to full hardness. Mountain isn't sure what he expects. Something slow maybe, Aether building himself up to take him. But that isn't what he gets. Instead, Aether takes him fully in one go. A slow easy slide until Aether's nose is pressed into the coarse curls at the base of Mountains' cock. He doesn't gag. He doesn't sputter. Instead, he looks up at Mountain, doe-eyed, lips and throat stretched around him. And Mountain feels his knees go weak. Aether swallows around him and Mountain can't fight the sound that comes out of him, can't help the way his hips twitch forward. Aether pulls off and Mountain watches each slick inch emerge from his plush lips with rapt attention. "Told you," Aether says with a grin. Then he pushes away. He stands up. Mountain grabs for him but Aether slips out of his fingers. "What? Wait--"

Aether uses his thumb to wipe an invisible drop of drool from the corner of his mouth. "Did you want something else?" Mountain blushes. He glances down at his wet cock, then back up at Aether. He'd like to say something, but he doesn't know how to get his brain back online enough to put his dick away, never mind find words to ask Aether what's happening. "Don't worry big guy," Aether says, turning and heading for the door. "I'll finish you off later."

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wolves333 · 3 months

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Ifrit♥️

cr:@stupefyslytherin(Tik Tok)

Them Ifritties!!👁️👄👁️

The unholiest urge to squish those honkers!

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st-danger · 1 year

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Saint

You know why I'm here

Big Aether little shirt

Kissing ur feet for this

Aether figits where he stands, clearly a little bashful. The hesitation, the twinge of nerves- Mountain finds it so endearing.

"Doesn't fit," Aether laughs, tugs at the h of the cotton shirt that doesn't cover his belly, leaving him exposed. He's not wrong, of course. This was an intentional request from Mountain, and the payoff is mouthwatering. It's stretched across his shoulders. It's tight around the arms. It pulls over his chest. He's good and well stuffed into it and Mountain feels slightly mad. He might go mad. He might.

"Sure doesnt," Mountain replies, easily, and continues to stare down at him while Aether's ears pink at the tips while Mountain catalogues the way the fabric cinches. Shows. Exposes.

Aether chuckles again in his nervous way, and shifts more. Tries to pull it down to cover his stomach out of habit and then drops his hands when he remembers that it can't and he shouldn't.

Mountain sits on the edge of the bed, politely asks Aether to c'mere and spreads his legs so Aether can stand before him. His large hands are rubbing over his stomach immediately, teasing under the shirt and then pulling out of it, smoothing up and over and laying over Aether's pecs to squeeze. To massage and rub and Aether ducks in for a kiss. Sweet and easy as anything. Gasps when Mountain's fingers fiddle with his nipples.

They're easy to find, standing out so well under the white shirt, under the way its fitting so fucking close to his skin.

"Feels a little silly," Aether admits, soft and hesitant.

"Doesn't look silly," Mountain says, hands still squeezing, still roving- he cannot stop touching him, pawing at where his shirt rides up, grabbing the love handles above the waistband of his pants.

"I'll take your word for it."

Mountain, with obvious reluctance, pulls his hands away to grab one of Aether's, and brings it to his lap. Presses against the obvious hard on, and Aether's eyes go slightly wider. Surprised.

Pleased.

"Don't need my word," Mountain says.

He'll have Aether pull it up to expose those tits when he fucks him. Make him get on top so he has a better view of how he jiggles while he rides.

But the shirt is staying on in some capacity. Of this, there is no question.

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