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#era 5 ghouls
nemethos-deamon · 7 months
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✦ poses with aurora
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bellalasagna · 11 months
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Them 💞
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aethersbanana · 1 year
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make art that has meaning ❌ ratcopia big steppy where will he go ✅
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owlghuleh · 1 year
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Mountain Monday.
Because he deserves ALL the attention
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lonelymentality · 1 year
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stimmy aether post…his hops
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flekh · 1 year
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Inktober: Bat
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moriment-o · 1 year
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banana boi and lil man :D
welp its a series now ig
gonna take a break before i continue the rest of em 😔 lineart is hella draining for me
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Another Ghoulette commission done by my awesome friend @Valoreine This time it's our lovely Multi Ghoulette, Sunshine! You can find her previous Ghoulette piece of our Keytar Queen here.
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nekronyancer · 8 months
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The brainworms have activated
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Cyberpunk/techwear next era ghoul concept, So/fire ghoul as an example.
My idea was to have their alchemy symbols displayed with their signature color on the helmets~
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gasolineghuleh · 4 months
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aestheticpearl · 1 year
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— ‘did you know that you were dead?’
characters. dewdrop, aether, rain, swiss, mountain
themes. angst, death, gore, ghost!reader
[summary] you’re a ghost who wanders the halls of the cathedral just trying to do your duties before you’re interrupted
[warnings] graphic descriptions of gore
a/n: i still do not write for real people, the ghouls are part of lore so i consider them characters, they are not based on the person behind the mask
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➳ dewdrop
you walked down the empty dark hallways towards the glass-stained windows to clean them, bucket gripped permanently in your dead cold transparent hands. you take the sponge out of the bucket start scrubbing the windows like clockwork; you’ve been stuck doing this for who knows how long.
“hello there” the voice startles you making you drop the bucket you’ve held for so long in complete shock. it shocks you more that it is now detached from your cold grip, you stare down at your hand in disbelief completely forgetting that someone is in your presence before the voice speaks up again.
“hello? i know you heard me” the voice sounds irritated now. you tear your gaze away from your empty hands and lock your eyes onto a masked ghoul.
“y-you can see me?” you question hoping it to be true. his head moves in a manner to mimic eyes rolling since you can’t see them through the dark goggles on the helmet.
“course i can see you, my mask doesn’t make me blind you know.” you don’t respond to him, only stare in shock. “so how’d uh ya know,” he gestures to his neck “that happen?” confusion is written all over your face and dewdrop almost feels a little bad for you before taking your empty cold hand effortlessly to guide you to a mirror that’s hung in the hallway.
you stare in horror at your appearance, there is a large gash across your neck. your hand lingers over it trying to feel for it properly. you stop and turn over to the masked ghoul standing next to you and dewdrop can feel his heart squeeze at the pain in your face. you didn’t know.
“did you—did you not know?”
“i thought they were ignoring me cause i wasn’t scrubbing the windows well enough, but it’s because i-i’m dead?” the ghoul shrugs.
“as a door nail. i’m dewdrop by the way, it seems i was able to break you out of some kind of time loop you were stuck in. what’s your name?”
“i can’t remember it”
➳ aether
watching you wander through the halls was one of aether’s favorite past times, he has tried many times to talk to you but the moment you turn the corner you disappear before he can make the move to talk to you so he has just opted to watch you do your duties which consists of mopping the hallway over and over.
he wonders if you realize that it your own blood that you are mopping or if you think it’s just someone who keeps ruining the floors you just cleaned on purpose.
the puddles of blood keep appearing so fast it’s hard for you to keep up and it feels like a loop of cleaning the same stain over and over again. your frustration gets the best of you and you throw the dumb mop on the floor as the blood puddle grows and you spin around trying to find the source of the damn thing.
“it’s you” you whip your head up to find a masked ghoul standing in front of you, he continues. “you’re the one bleeding” you give him a confused look.
“i-i’m bleeding?” your voice comes out more gravelly then you expect. you haven’t spoken to anyone in ages.
“yeah you’ve got a knife in your back so i would—”
“what.” you cut him off sharply.
“yeah,” he turns you and takes out the knife and the bleeding comes to a stop. “been in there for a while i assume, i’m aether it’s nice to finally meet you” your stunned to silence. you’re dead as in no longer living.
“..i’m dead?”
“lucifer you didn’t know” aether suddenly feels a pang of guilt for not telling you sooner.
➳ rain
rain was originally on his way to go outside to enjoy the stormy weather before he bumped into you, knocking you over in the process. poor rain thought he was the one who killed you when he looked down at you with a large fresh looking wound across your chest.
you groaned in pain and he panicked quickly picking you up without a second thought and rushing around trying to find his away to a sister that could undo your life threatening injury that he was still sure he caused.
“hmm what happened?” you groaned out not seeming to be in any pain. rain froze in place while you blinked up at him waiting for an answer. he gently placed you back on your feet while trying not to make it obvious that he was staring at the huge wound on your chest.
“um i’m rain, are you okay?” he saw the elephant in the room, how could you not?
“you knocked me over but i’m okay, no need to cause panic” you say brushing yourself off.
“but-but”
“what? is something wrong?” you pause. it starts clicking for rain as he takes you in, you’re transparent and were freezing when he held you. you’re dead already.
“you’re not alive” you go quiet and finally look down at the large wound in your chest. you take a deep breath in as you see the bone of your rib cage poke out. you are dead. when did you die? you can’t remember anything.
“h-hey you okay?” rain place a hand on your shoulder snapping you back to reality. you can’t see his face but his body language says he’s concerned for you, you try composing yourself and nod at him to try to ease the anxiety radiating off him.
“how long have i been like this?”
➳ swiss
swiss had known you before you had been tragically killed, he did his best to avenge your death but it never felt like it was enough and your ghost wandering the halls only proved that in his mind. he tried to keep his distance from you too ashamed to face you. he would hear you at night calling out for anyone that would listen and he truly did try blocking it out.
you were soaking wet and cold, you just wanted a towel to dry off with but it seemed no one wanted to help you to simply dry off. your wet footsteps echoed off the cathedral wall, the sound was working on your last nerve. you halted your movements and sat on the ground and spoke out softly in a voice that was barley above a whisper.
“please i’m so cold, i just need a towel” you curled yourself into a ball in a failed attempt to try to preserve body heat. it felt fruitless considering not one part of your body was warm.
the sound of a door opening makes you perk up and you turn to see swiss standing at the end on the hallway. your head hurts and you can’t remember much, including your own name but you remember how kind the ghoul was to you. you smile at him and stumble to get to your feet as he moves swiftly towards your curled up figure.
swiss places a towel over your shoulders and tries to warm and dry you off with it. you lean into him finally feeling safe after what feels like forever. your cold hand takes his and you speak softly to him.
“i knew you’d come, thank you” you close your eyes contently as he dries you and to his surprise, you actually start drying off. he can still feel the guilt eating at him.
“i’m sorry i took so long” he looks down at your now half dry figure.
“you came that’s all that matters.”
➳ mountain
mountain actively tries to avoid you when you appear in the hallway that you basically haunt, he thinks it’s best if the ghosts that haunt the cathedral are left alone not to be messed with. though he can’t help but notice how differently you act from the other ghosts, you seem unaware that you’re an apparition and no longer among the living.
you did your best to keep the vases displayed within the hallway dust free but as much as you dusted the vases seem to stay dusty which puzzled you greatly. you inspected your feather duster trying to figure out if it was the problem. a pinch in your neck caught you by surprise and made your full body twitch in pain and knocking over a vase display in the process. you turn to catch it, but it goes through your ghostly appendages— luckily mountain decides to actually interject and catch it or else he knows he’ll be blamed for knocking it over.
you’re still trying to figure out why you weren’t able to catch the vase, it was right there you should’ve caught it. you then start inspecting your arms and hands trying to figure out what’s wrong with them.
“you’re a ghost, your ability to touch things seems to come and go” the masked ghoul speaks up while placing the vase back on its podium carefully.
“i’m a what?” you question.
“a ghost” he replies bluntly while turning to look at you.
“but that would mean i’m—”
“dead, your neck was snapped that’s why you get those pinches in your neck” mountain has seen your neck snap to the side inhumanly without your notice it seem to only effect you with a sharp pinch.
“i can’t touch things?” you ask trying to touch the vase again only to have your hand pass through it with ease. you look over to see mountain grab your hand.
“you can touch me”
“…”
“not like that!”
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quite the change from my usual top gun content huh?
.love always <3 pearl
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mzmagzart · 7 months
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Had covid again so in my mandatory free time I finished this pink ghoul! Original photo by Holmsgaard Photography
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bellalasagna · 11 months
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A much needed duo 🌧✨
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aethersbanana · 1 year
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I miss his little rat nose 😪 and I figured it was time I drew papa in a non-rat form
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owlghuleh · 1 year
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Rain’s sleeve cuffs really do something to me, I can’t pin point what is is, but it’s dreamy
If all the ghouls had there sleeves out I would 100% die
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papaslittlesunshine · 6 months
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sunnyyyy i come bearing a prompt for kinktober day 14😈
so, tour is ending, right? setting my existential crisis aside, that means this is the last time the ghouls will wear these uniforms. i think the ghouls would take the opportunity to send them out in style, to go all in destroying them. because the laces on the ass are just begging to be ripped open, right? and their cum would just look so good against the black fabric
When an ask this good lands in the inbox you gotta go for it. Thank you @kkaisarion for always indulging me with these decadent ideas and writing inspo when I'm stuck. This was juicy and cfc, I ran with my faves, RainDrop. I had thoughts about the Era V uniforms.
Come Undone
Kinktober, Day 14, Uniforms / 1.3k words below or on AO3
Tour is over. 
They are bone tired, weary in ways even ghouls aren’t prepared for. Tour is hard. They literally went around the world in a short period of time and the jet lag is vicious. 
Dew and Rain trudge down the hall to their hotel room, some fancy joint that Papa splurged on for their final stop on tour. Some exotic location, a fancy room that they’ll fail to appreciate like they should.  
They had wanted shower at the venue, but Papa insisted that they wait so they could do an end-of-tour photo. So now they’ve spent extra hours in their damp, sweaty uniforms, that they’ll never wear again and have grown to hate for all the zippers and laces, since they’ve worn them through two tour cycles already. 
Rain’s pants have tears in the knees, Dew’s helmet broke a few weeks ago, the tube flailing around the back until they zip tied it back together. The edges of their jackets even more frayed than they were at the beginning, starting to look like Papa’s pants. It’s a miracle they made it this long considering. 
Once they arrive at their room, they survey the space. It’s very luxurious, but all they can focus on is the bed. It’s huge, piled tall with a plush mattress and soft duvet. Something that Mountain is going to appreciate when he gets to his room, they’re both sure. Rain looks at Dew with a smirk, eyebrow raised in mock suggestiveness.
Dew barks out a snort, grumbling about how he needs to get out of this damn uniform before Rain is reaching for him. Hands on his hips, turning him away from him. Pressing his body to Dew’s back, turning them towards the mirror. Wrapping his arms around Dew. 
“Dew, look.” he insists. 
Dew glowers at the mirror, not seeing whatever Rain does. 
“At what?” softer now that he meets Rain’s gaze. Flame orange eyes, find blue. 
“At us. Like this. This is the last time we’re going to wear these uniforms. Papa said so tonight.” Rain continues. 
“So?” Dew scoffs. 
“So, we get to take them off one last time. No one is going to yell at us to be careful with them.” Rain purrs in Dew’s ear as his hand splays across Dew’s belly, pulling him back into Rain’s hips. His hand sinks lower, palming Dew’s cock, as he continues, “Why don’t we have some fun?”
Dew’s eyes shift, as his pupils widen, starting to follow Rain’s thoughts. A fang visible as his lips tilt up.
He leans his head back against Rain’s shoulder as he watches Rain grope him as his other hand starts undoing his tie, sliding the ring down until it hits the floor with a thud. 
The silky material goes next, pulled loose and tossed to the side as Rain’s long fingers start undoing the toggles on his vest. One goes flying and pings against the wall. Once it’s partly open, he undoes the top few buttons on Dew’s shirt and slides his hand inside, fingers finding the ring through Dew’s nipple, making him hiss as he grinds his cock into Rain’s hand. The friction of the canvas doing little to help him as he’s already hard and leaking pre.
He watches in the mirror as Rain continues to work him over until his hands pull away, suddenly, reaching for his jacket, pulling it halfway off, leaving his arms trapped, stuck behind him. Rain’s hands move to his hips again, guiding him as he pushes Dew forward, towards the bed. Pushing him down on it, onto his knees, his boots hang off the edge, as Rain runs a hand down Dew’s back, until he snags the laces in the back of his pants with his claws, toying with the leather before undoing them slowly, taking his time now, unwrapping Dew with each pull, taking each side apart methodically, until the back of his pants are gaping wide open, exposing Dew’s bare ass to him.
The creamy skin bared in a perfect v against the inky material. 
Of course, Dew isn’t wearing underwear, he thinks. How lucky. 
He pushes Dew forward, landing on his forearms on the mattress, as Rain spreads him apart, taking in the tight ring of muscle presented to him like a pretty present. He can’t help but lean down and lick across it, making Dew groan and arch his back.
So pretty like this, exposed just for him as Dew looks over his shoulder, tossing a molten stare at the water ghoul, watching him intently. 
He spreads Dew’s cheeks with his hand as he teases his rim with a finger and his tongue. Rain takes his time and feasts. When Dew is soaked, he slips the digit inside, before quickly adding another, working him open until Dew is rutting back against him, demanding more.
And who is he to deny him?
Rain rips his own pants open,  and shoves them down along with his underwear just enough to let his cock bounce up. He swirls his hand across the tip as he strokes himself, continuing to work Dew as he ruts back into Rain’s hand. Demanding more, as usual. 
Rain gives himself one last stroke before lining up and pressing inside, Dew gasping as he presses his face into the mattress, trying his best not to ruin the sheets. He knows they’ll fail, and he can’t be damned to care. 
He pumps slowly into Dew, pushing him into the bed, holding him by the hip, claws gripped into the jacket that is serving as a restraint, pinning his arms back as Rain fucks into his mate, enjoying this view, with Dew bare and exposed before him, in a crude parody of his uniform undone like this. Something he’s imagined doing many nights after Dew’s antics on stage. Tonight he gets to act on it and not worry about consequences. 
He grinds in, seeking his own release, knowing Dew will get his soon enough. When he’s close, he pulls out and cums across Dew’s back with a grunt, shooting hot streaks of white across the stark black canvas of his jacket.
It might be called art if it wasn’t so intimate. 
He smirks at the mess, knowing any other time they’d be in trouble for damaging their uniforms, but now it doesn’t matter. He loves Dew like this, a mess just for him. 
He reaches to help Dew out of the ruined jacket, tossing it onto the floor, releasing him from his canvas prison, as he grins at his mate. Dew flashes a glare back at Rain before grabbing him by the vest and manhandling him down onto the bed. He’s still hard, and seeking his own release, kneeling over Rain’s lap, still in his pants and boots, straddling him as he takes himself in hand and strokes, long and leisurely as Rain enjoys the show, licking over his fangs as Dew jacks himself off. It won’t be long, he knows, so he reaches to dig his claws into the laces along the sides of Dew’s pants, ripping through them, as he he rocks against Dew. The sound of shredding material does it for Dew and he cums, milking himself across Rain’s chest, over the soft velvet of his vest, the pretty sleeve of his shirt, far less elegant now. 
He grins down at Rain as he collapses, in a boneless pile across him, as Rain wraps him up in his arms, despite the sticky mess between them. 
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When they finally rouse a while later, they strip what is left of their ruined uniforms into a pile on the floor and head for the shower hand in hand. Two pairs of well worn leather boots laid haphazardly on the floor where they were unzipped and dropped unceremoniously.
The light glinting off of a Grucifix. 
An end of an era. 
They may never don those uniforms again, but fuck if the next ones aren’t going to be something awesome. He can’t wait to see Dew in whatever comes next.
He definitely can’t wait to take it off of him.
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