LOOK. AT. THEM. ♡

Thinking about the Abbey having its own glamor. To clergy members, it's stately, gorgeous. The grounds filled with manicured gardens and greenhouses, a hedge maze, immaculately maintained courtyards and stone paths. It's a a hulk of a building, a maze in and of itself. Wing after wing sprawling out into the grounds, with big stained glass windows and slate roofs, and big heavy wooden doors that shine in the sunlight. But to the uninitiated. The locals. The Christians. It's a ruin. The lake returning to swamp, filled with muck and weeds and monsterous rumors. The stone paths shot through with weeds. The gardens over flowing. The greenhouses just twisted metal and broken glass. And the Abbey? It's dangerous. The front door swings on it's hinges. There are gaps in the roof that let sunlight and rain and ivy in. Stained glass windows lay in shattered ruin on the chapel floor. Those sprawling wings are a mess of rotten wood, and crumbling stone. And if all of those things weren't enough to keep the riff-raff out, there are the rumors. The ghosts. The phantom hands on shoulders. The disembodied whispers. The shadows. The ghouls, always just out of sight. Protecting their home. Their people. And when fear isn't enough? When some humanity leans into that stupid bravery they're so proud of? Well, it's easy to make death look accidental in a place like this.

So are we making bracelets to give out at the movie theater or what?

Missing the ghoner posts😩😩😩

As a holiday gift for you, here are some dick prints and ghoners just for you dearest anon. ♡♡♡♡

Just thinking about Dew, kneeling on the floor of the confessional, giving Secondo sloppy head while he takes confession.

You know, normal things.

Something Something ghouls making out in the chapel supply closet before, during, and after midnight Mass.

not sure if you've seen this image yet but it's ruining my life

God these two. God the veins in his HANDS. The way HE HOLDS HIM. I JUST...oh wow. I haven't seen the close up of it like this and it is ruining my life too. oh my god I love this so so much it makes my heart ache in the best way. Thank you so so so so much for sharing. holy SHIT.

Thinking about Rain having bioluminescent cum… Dew has definitely thought they’ve gotten away with a quick blow job / fuck before. Until Aeon asked why he was glowing.

LMAO. I adore bioluminescent cum Rain. He's perfection. Just a little splatter on his collar. A drop caught at the corner of his mouth. A smear of it on his throat when he steps into a dark hallway. And Aeon passing him in the dark, eyes dragging over the glowing spots. Looking almost like freckles over his face. You should see the color Dew turns when Aeon says something about it. Should hear the way he swears and turns on his heal, Rain's name on his lips as he storms back toward the room he just slipped out of. When Aeon passes by the door--moments after it slammed shut behind Dew--he swears he can hear Rain laughing.

Been thinking about slice-of-life ghouls a lot lately. Like what does the cooking schedule look like? What do they eat? What does a normal regular day look like? Who likes which movies/TV shows? What board games do they play, or what books do they read? Who has what hobbies? What do their rooms look like? What are their personal styles when they're not in uniform? If they take up "chores" or work at the Abbey--what is it? Just all the not (necessarily) smutty every day stuff has been plauging my brain.

I am in world building mode, and I want to talk about it.

here are both the images in question if you so desire 🖤

These are INCREDIBLE. Thank you so much for sharing them with all of us. GOD these two. This is so soft it makes my heart hurt. They adore each other, you cannot tell me otherwise.

If the ministry/Abby have a glamour is it just the outside or is the actual building broken

That's the beauty of magic, it could be either. I think, for most people, the glamour extends. It's a broken building. Dangerous. Rotting floors. Cracked stone. Broken glass. The peices are all there. Nothing extra, nothing missing. They're just in the wrong places, the plants are a little more wild. Pushing up through the stone, climbing through busted windows. Quintessence is a hell of a drug. We talk about it being used for hallucinations all the time. So, it stands to reason that there are wards, protections, hallucinations, that extend to anyone who walks in without the right intentions. That being said I think it's a little goofy when you're inside the real ministry and some outsider is walking around. The siblings/ghouls/clergy members can see them--but they can't see the clergy. It's almost like they're the ghosts. Walking through, eyes darting around. Stepping over felled beams that no one in the actual abbey can see. They're given wide birth, the people who need to know about them are summoned (Swiss, usually, he really loves to fuck with them. And Dew, on occasion, though he tends to be a little more malicious. Omega or Aether to make sure the hallucination holds). And they are watched/tormented/followed until they leave or die.

No wonder people feel so weird when they go into certain rooms. Sick, cold, dizzy. They attribute it to EMF fields or ghosts, but really it's just Aether dragging his fingers down their spine and pumping them full of quintessence. I'm also plauged by the idea of these people wandering into ghoul rooms. Seeing overturned bookshelfs. Trinkets littering the floor. Bending down to pick up a small glass turtle and roll it between their fingers before they're unceremoniously shoved over and the turtle just disappears. Rain really doesn't like it when they touch his things.

On the other hand--those with good intentions. Or those who do a very specific ritual in the basement ritual room--will find the glamor draining away when they step into the main abbey. They'll find themselves in the real abbey. How else do you think Siblings get recruited? They have to pass the test (do you know the ritual OR are you "pure of heart" for lack of a better phrase). And if they do--they'll find themselves welcomed home.

Dew's love language is acts of service. And that includes knowing how to make each of his packmates (and Papas) cum in record time.

No one look at me. I'm thinking about Dew in a slinky red dress.

*pulls up a beanbag chair* tell us about dew's hair rituals

*passes you some snacks* Mal, I'm so glad you asked.

I think Dew cares a medium amount about his hair. He doesn't have a thousand products. What he knows about hair care he learned from ghouls who care a lot about their hair (Lus and Swiss mostly). He's been gifted some hair oil, always makes sure to buy the expensive shampoo that makes his hair feel extra soft. But he doesn't spend too long on it every day. And doesn't necessarily have a strict hair care ritual. Sometimes he puts in the sprays and oils Rain tells him too, sometimes he doesn't.

But what he always does is braid his hair before bed. He'll sit, cross legged, in the center of his bed and comb his hair out with his fingers. Sometimes, someone else will be there and will brush it out for him. Then he'll braid it. Quick fingers working the strands. He secures it with one of several scrunched Cumulus knitted for him.

In the morning he wakes up with a halo of frizz. Loose strands of hair everywhere. He'll have breakfast, drink his coffee, that sleep worn braid hanging over his shoulder. Then he takes as much care unraveling it as he did when he braided it the night before.

Sometimes he'll just braid it back up and wear it like that for the day. It keeps it out of his face and is better for his hair than a bun. He says he does it out of convenience. That he hates waking up with his own hair in his mouth. But everyone knows Dew likes how he looks with those soft slept in waves framing his face. He'll never admit it, but he doesn't have to.

comet, today I am thinking about oral fixation Dew who sometimes just needs a dick in his mouth to make his brain slow down, go a little hazy for a bit and he often shows up to the other ghouls' rooms and asks to blow them

but he absolutely loves going to see mountain because he'll let him just sit there and cockwarm him, dick all the way down dew's throat as he breathes through his gills

Look. Water Ghoul Dew's head game is one of my favorite things to think about. He'd sit so pretty. Gills flexing. Drool dripping from his swollen lips. Mountain's cock buried deep in his throat. Dew's nose pressed to Mountain's pubic bone. Mountain carding his hand through Dew's silvery hair. Fingers brushing over the sensitive base of his horns. Petting him. So gentle with him despite the way he's filling Dew's mouth and throat. They're both so content. So happy. Dew will sometimes kick up a purr. Eyes slipping closed. Gills flexing, shifting. Pearlescent and nearly translucent. Paper thin and delicate. Mountain will touch them sometimes too. Press his fingers against them to feel the way they move. The way they draw air. Dew will moan with it. Those soft touches going right to his neglected dick. He didn't come here for his own pleasure--just for this. The weight of Mountain's cock on his tongue. The steady drip of salty pre down his throat. To slip away, brainless and empty. To make the noise in his head shut up. He'll look up at Mountain then, pretty blue eyes staring up from under delicate blonde lashes. Pupils blown wide, eyes glassy. It's only for a moment--just long enough for Mountain's breath to hitch. And then Dew will settle back in. Head tipping back down, nose dragging through the coarse curls at the base of Mountains' cock. Throat shifting as his gills work. And Mountain will lean back with a groan. He'll let Dew stay like that for as long as he needs.

-sits down criss cross applesauce in your askbox-

For your consideration: Dew cutting his hair for the first time since the other ghouls have known him, not for any angsty reason, it's just really hot out, shit's heavy, and he wants a refresh, ya know?

Anyway, he comes back from the hairdresser, and the first thing the others realize -after much mourning of his long lochs- is that he has a bunch of little swoopy curls.

Like, they've never seen his hair like this before, and his hair was so long before it didn't really hold much of a curl (Dew straightened the life out of it) but now he's all fluffy and they're all panicking, because he looks so... weirdly angelic.

It makes him look way too innocent and the ghouls are having a crisis, because, "WHO ARE YOU?!"

On the less innocent side of things, Rain is really wondering how much harder it'll be to get a grip on Dew's hair when he's fucking him later, and may or may not be making subtle grabby hands thinking about it.

He's working out the logistics as he watches Cumulus pet his head, because, "It's so soft!"

...Cumulus may or may not also be figuring out how to get a grip on it while petting him, but who's to say.

Rain and her may have also made eye contact.

Dew is, for once, genuinely oblivious to the situation at hand and just enjoying the affection and is maybe a little flustered, like, "Oh, haha, thank you..."

Anywho...

-legs fell asleep, awkwardly crawls away-

God. Sweet little short haired DEWW. Bet he's got his head in Lus' lap, eyes fluttering closed as she pets him and she and Rain make eyes over the length of his body. Lus' fingers curling just a little in those soft locks as she nods to Rain. There's still enough to hang on to, don't worry. And just think about how his face looked--not framed with all that hair anymore. Never. Can't hide behind it when he blushes, none of it swept across his shoulders. He's exposed. And yeah, those little blonde curls around his ears make him look a little cherubic--weird considering his personality. When he looks at himself he thinks it's fine. Something different. It's off his neck in the August heat. It's a little weird to see so much of his jaw and cheekbones all the time--without any longer strands falling out of his bun or whipping into his eyes in the wind. He probably won't keep it. He likes his long hair, he'll let it grow out, probably. But he'd be lying if he said the post hair cut attention didn't do something for him.