#omega ghoul

[idkhowbut-art]

Some Originals

long time no ghoul

take some OGs: Mist, Alpha and Omega

#my art #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #the band ghost fanart #ghost bc art #ghost band fanart #omega ghoul #omega ghost #alpha ghoul #alpha ghost #mist ghost #mist ghoulette #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #nameless ghoul fanart #nameless ghoulette fanart

[osirisiii-bc]

Working on this request from the lovely and talented @anamelessfool was a treat to my heart. I absolutely LOVED the fanfic it is inspired from, The First and The Last, one of the most original Terzomega stories I have read so far.

Take some time to read it, you will be mesmerized by the imaginary of anamelessfool’s world, I promise.

Ps. I still have some requests I’m working on but I’m pondering if closing them as I have a lot of wips in my hands atm. If you have requests to make please do it from now to the next couple of days 🌹

#Let’s keep the fandom alive #the band ghost #terzomega #terzo x omega #ghost band fanart #terzomega fanart #cardinal terzo #omega ghoul #omega3 #requests

[thelampisaflashlight]

The Star

[Omega has thoughts, Dew is a thot, Aether and Terzo are mentioned, and Rain is a peeping tom.] Below the cut.

Omega looks down at Dew, who stares up at him a little wide-eyed when the larger of the pair reaches down to scratch under his chin.

Dew lets out a low purr, the buzz tingling against Omega's fingers, and closes his eyes, nuzzling his cheek into his palm when he moves it to cup his face.

He takes this moment to take in the ghoul's glamoured form and thinks about how Terzo had made it no secret that he enjoyed Dew's softer, human features... very, very much...

He could see why his lover had been so enamored with the man before him, and Omega cannot deny the rush he feels when Dew turns his head to kiss his palm, catching his gaze once more in an almost innocent way.

Despite his obviously attractive qualities, Omega has never slept with Dew before.

Sometime after the younger ghoul had been called forth from the pit and made whole in the body of Baphomet's choosing, almost stubbornly, Omega had denied himself the pleasure of even imagining such things, for reasons that he can no longer remember.

Perhaps it was because he'd been so focused on Terzo at the time, that he hadn't noticed Dew's advances.

Or maybe it was because even Dew had been more interested in someone else at the time.

Omega thinks of Aether, of how his protégé had fallen head over heels for the other ghoul from the moment he batted his pretty, pale lashes at him...

Changing his grip to a firmer one, Omega tilts Dew's head to the side, following the line his neck creatures down the expanse of his body.

There's not a single place on here that his protégé hasn't touched, and something about that thought makes him the slightest bit uncomfortable about the idea of moving forward without confirming whether or not there were still any feelings lingering there behind blue eyes.

He doesn't ask though.

He drowns out that little voice in the back of his head with the feeling of Dew taking him into his mouth.

Dew swallows him like he's nothing, no resistance, and Omega lets out a sigh as his cock sinks in further.

It doesn't take much for Omega to start filling out, and for a moment he tries to imagine it's Terzo down there on his knees, but the thought gets shot out of his head the second Dew pulls back and kitten licks his slit.

Terzo was good at a lot of things, but Dew?

"You were made for this, weren't you?" Omega almost coos at the ghoul, dragging his nails through his hair until they catch on a single knot in the silk and pull ever so slightly.

Dew lets out a moan that can only be described as sinful, and Omega happily wads his hair into his fist and tugs again.

It's not long before he can peek and see Dew's own arousal growing, and it's right as he's about to cum that Omega grins towards a crack in the door.

"Well, now... You're not at all who I expected to see." he whispers into the creature's mind.

Black, colorless eyes glare at him, possessive... obsessed.

Dew gives a whine and squeezes his thighs together, unaware of the reason why Omega had halted his assault on his throat.

"If you want him that badly..."

The door creaks slightly as webbed fingers dig at the wood.

"...You'll have to be quicker next time."

#lamp writes #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #omega ghoul #rain ghoul #aether ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic #terzo #papa emeritus iii

[midnight-moth]

I threw this in Comet’s ask box for comfort ghoul thoughts a little while ago but it is pretty much my Zeph characterization. I guess I rambled about Ifrit a lot more.

560 words no big CWs just Zeph in pain and Ifrit and Omega hunting him down and forcing him to accept help.

His joints very angry, and very swollen. His thumb is practically locked in place, as though the cartilage cushioning his bones has dissolved and his fingers are fused in the 36251 progression position.

He doesn’t play nearly as much as he used to. Only Sundays, forgoing the weekday morning and evening mass. He isn’t that pious. But the weak heat being pumped into that old building seems to be desperate to escape the cracks in the vaulted ceiling as soon as it’s released.

Ever the stoic ghoul, he never complains. He just retreats to his quarters and soaks his aching hands in hot water, massages salves made by Ivy into his skin.

He thinks no one notices. But his pack would notice a single hair on his head out of place, and they certainly notice the way his spine favors leaning to the left when he plays, and the way his hand shakes when he grips his fork at dinner.

This particular Sunday was the coldest yet. He could be seen shivering in between psalms. And most shocking, his timing was off. Maybe not to the pedestrian ear of the siblings, but certainly to the trained ones of Ifrit and Omega.

As soon as his part in the service was complete he snuck away through the concealed door normally reserved for Sister and Papa.

He would’ve ran to his room, if he was capable of more than anything but a lopsided hobble.

He told himself he wasn’t going to break but as soon as he closed the door, ever so softly as if he didn’t even want to alert the mice to his presence, he slumped against it and the dam broke.

They were right. He just needed to stop. Or at least he would, if he continued to politely balk at the help offered.

Before his body could touch the ground, he found himself being lifted back up by two sets of strong arms. Arms belonging to Ifrit and Omega.

“Oh, I’m fine - “ the countenance of bravery was essentially transparent and he was hushed with a single finger to his lips.

“Not now, we can talk later. Let us take care of you.”

He wasn’t sure if it was defeat or surrender, but he just let them.

Let Ifrit force warmth into his body, let Omega pull the pain away, offering soft grunts of concern at the sheer amount of it. Omega himself would need to be cleansed after this.

As they continued their ministrations, he felt some mobility return to his hands, he was able to straighten his spine where he lay in the warm cove of Ifrit’s chest.

He gave his fingers an exploratory wiggle, and if he were sobbing from pain before, now he was sobbing from relief. He forgot what the absence of pain felt like, had become the default.

“Thank you,” two small words that meant something big when it came to Zephyr, at least when it came to this. This acknowledgment that he needed their help. He needed them.

“Think nothing of it, until next time, when you need not wait until we all have to watch you suffer, and force ourselves on you.” Omega’s lecture sounded severe, but he lighted the mood when he gave Zeph a peck on the cheek.

For good measure, Ifrit added, “Yeah, you stubborn old goat.”

#he just doesn’t like being seen as weak #and he doesn’t want to be a burden #and he is just straight up stubborn #but ifrit is relentless #and most of the time he can pretend he just wants to cuddle #zephrit #also Omega #zephyr ghoul #Ifrit ghoul #omega ghoul #nameless ghouls #midnight moth writes

[ghoulsaddicted]

Ghouls with cat traits part 3

Alpha and Omega love to hunt, especially in pairs and in the Ministry basement. They mostly hunt mice, but once they caught a rat, and Copia scolded them for hours. Terzo often wakes up in a bed full of little dead furries, with his ghouls sleeping next to him, proud of themselves. They once tried to bring their prey to Sister Imperator, but her screaming could be heard throughout the Ministry.

Aether has absolute hearing. Whenever you open a bag of chips, peanuts, or chocolate, he's right at your side, waiting for you to share with him. Although when the tables turn, he's not so eager to share his snacks. He lives by the rule: what is his is his, and what's yours... well, it's also his.

Sunshine has an obsession when it comes to cleaning. She not only always cleans herself but also insists on cleaning others, often with her tongue. Countless nights, you would wake up to her harsh tongue on different parts of your body because apparently, you weren’t clean enough.

#ghost #nameless ghouls #papa emeritus iv #copia #omega ghoul #alpha ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #aether ghoul #ghouls as cats

[revelisms]

A big prosey ramble on Terzo, Omega, and messy love, because I haven't been able to get these two out of my head recently.

WC: 1k | Suggestive themes, complicated relationships, existentialism, dysfunctional family dynamics, hurt/comfort

There's a pact one signs, once the Gate has been handed what it's due:

When the old tongue has been spoken, and the dark psalms sung; the Devil's touch fishhooked through a human eye, and its Sight wrenched to nothing, a blinding everything, an All few could endure;

Once the lines of the Undead have marked them: sanctioned them as the Unholy, the Half-Living, the Above and Below: draped them in silks fit for kings and gloves for killers;

A prophecy so ancient one could choke on the dust off its words.

Their fate will devour their Will, like a shark waiting to feed—and chain any of scrap of agency left, like a dog.

Few would dare to deny it.

Terzo, though, has never been one to play by the rules. 

Even now—with the Sight of what is yet to come thorned about his mind: every rut and stone he could walk known as well as the blood-bitter sting of his own spite.

It's why he twists crowds around the points of his fingers, for those scant hours of freeness; hunts for lovers' touches in hands his rooms will rarely welcome again; wanders the paths of his own head more than the gravel beneath his feet. 

Why the sight of his brother's summoned Unnamed—the First and the Last, the End All-Be All, the One (his One)—had left him stuttering on his heels.

He could see it. Hell beneath, see this:

The two of them, trapped in the maws of a forest fire; in a promised somethingness.

A path veering off course like a runaway train.

A doomed light at the end of a self-made tunnel.

And this—

(Demon-claws at his waist, his shirt shucked to the floor, the chain at his neck clapping to his skin like a noose—) 

This is a loophole. Legalese in a contract penned in his own blood. A selfish want fueled by a hunger to be seen, to be known:

To be shoved back wontedly, greedily, in a music room spidered with dying light, and feel the brand of those otherworldly hands on him—thighs and ribs and lungs, dragged through the hair that silks down his stomach, through the beat-beating valley that puffs beside his heart:

To let himself shiver and sigh and roll his head back, bite down the burr behind his teeth, beg—

"Cardinal—"

A voice like Hell itself. The keyboard clanging beneath his hips. 

"Come here," he growls back.

They shouldn't be doing this. 

He knows the superstitions. Growing up in these halls had spoonfed him with it: the crumbling of the Gate that had nearly been; the fear that even lesser ghouls, under the right circumstances, could usurp the Exalted's power.

It had happened, once before. The Bloodline only had so much demon-magick in it, after all.

This one knows it, too.

"Cardinal."

He doesn't care. He's lightheaded. He's lonely. 

The chipped varnish of the piano's edge whines beneath his nails.

"Shh—shh. Not here, eh? Not—ah—not now." 

He wants to peel back the point of that silvered mask; to drown in those eyes, blue as the tainted Heavens. Wants to feel his teeth on his neck. 

"Not—" 

His fingertips stipple over Omega's shirt—and tug. 

A switch flipped. A permission devoured.

That clawed hand plummets. Melts his breath to liquid. Sparks an addiction without a goddamned cure.

The first line crossed of countless. 

(Countless more, now, and countless still—until Nihil Nihil always Nihil—

Don't think I don't know what you're doing. All the mages can damnwell smell it on you.

Terzo, fox-grinned, steel in his eyes: And?)

And maybe that's all it had started as. All it had ever been.

A middle finger jabbed in the face of their All-Father's millennium-soaked paranoia. 

A foolish, spiteful clinging to a promise he'd already stripped from himself.

(If nothing else—even if the world burns—you can still have me. And I can still have you.

I can still have you. Can't I?)

So he'd thought.

Papa, now—and the world's a stage, burning, purple-bleeding-black, a stranger's hands combing through sweat-dampened hair on sheets that don't smell like him, and he shouldn't want it to. Saints, he shouldn't want it to.

But he's tired. His head is spinning. He's lonely. 

"Papa?"

He brushes a callused thumb over their temple. "Shh—shh. Not here, mh?" His fingertips glide over the glitter at their back: splay a slow touch between their shoulders. "Not right now," he rumbles, eyes closed. Their hair tickles his mouth. "Not..."

Sometimes, these curious souls press, prod. Try to dig beneath the points of his own mask: to look for the man tucked away in the corner, that doesn't want to speak, to open his eyes from the lull they've found themselves in. Not yet.

This one doesn't.

After a long moment, Terzo sighs: a buoy their body floats on, weighs down like a blanket of sunlight, like lead. "How are you feeling, darling?" The words come lazy and low, tucked into the soft space behind their ear.

The breath he's given in response is boneless, satiated. "Good," they whisper.

He hums. "Good." His thumb skims over their temple, again. "Very good."

Another performance due, soon. Another mass; another ritual. The robes shaken off the floor, the paints reapplied, the stage a handful of moments without deafened expectation.

(Why do you care what he thinks? Omega had snuffed at him once, lounged out like a god in their dressing room.

Terzo hadn't been able to say it, then. Still couldn't, now. 

That one day, his father's passive threat of this ghoul's banishment would come to fruition—one day, his reign would fall—one day, the only ones left would be the rat, and Sister, that old, bullish bastard, and he—

Satan. He'd always loved him, hadn't he?

Why do you care?

The doomed light at the end of the tunnel.

He'd twitched a half-painted smile. Looked away. Don't you know?)

"Terzo?"

He blinks. Dredges himself out of the paths of his own mind: focuses instead on the moon-silvered river of this priestess's fringe. Heat is still beaded between them, tacky where their hands shift. There's a trace of perfumed oil on their neck. 

He noses further into it, lays down a kiss. "Mnh?"

Their fingers slide unhurriedly through his hair. Weave a gentle knot—and tug.

A switch flipped. A permission devoured.

He lays down another kiss, and another. Their breath melts to liquid beneath his hands. Sparks an addiction without a cure.

"Please," they hush. "Don't leave yet, please—"

His lips catch at the veins that flutter through their throat. His palms lost in the valleys of their waist. "I won't."

The touch of their mouth feels like love, almost. A flicker of soft lashes, bumped noses, lungs haggard and starved.

Their fingers scrape at his shoulders. Cling, and claw, and beg.

Against their lips, he gravels it again. "I won't."

Another line crossed of countless. 

#i listened to mitski on repeat and this happened #good afternoon to the terzomega angst #the band ghost #ghost band fanfic #cw: suggestive #papa emeritus iii #papa iii #papa terzo #terzo #omega ghoul #ficlet #prose #writing

[call-me-mephistophelees]

I see a lot of hcs for quint ghouls as healers

But here’s something that’s been bouncing in my noggin

A quint ghoul that loves to help others, but can’t exactly heal. He can take an ailment from a mortal, but it goes to the ghoul instead.

Omega has so many scars some chronic illnesses because he takes them from the ones he helps and chooses to suffer them instead

#ghost #band ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band #the ghost band #omega ghoul #ghost nameless ghoul #ghost band hc

[lyzpuffs]

This is exactly what I imagined when i read it at first.. inspired by @em0bussy ‘s post

#the band ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus lll #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus terzo #papa emeritus secondo #ghost bc fanart #digital painting #papa emeritus 4 #cardinal copia #nameless ghouls #papa emeritus primo #terzo fanart #this one took almost 9 hours to make lol #helep #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #omega ghoul #the band ghost fanart

[gigason]

Omega and Copia being besties is something so important to me

#the band ghost #my art #terzomega #omega ghoul #nameless ghouls #papa emeritus iv #copia

[kabukiaku]

and what if i wanted omega to be baptized by terzo huh? what then? I'm so delusional for them.

bonus doodle:

omega wants in on the fun too! bless him.

#my art #the band ghost #ghost band #terzomega #terzo #papa emeritus iii #omega ghoul #digital art #man. i.....i went hard on this colors for this #terzo fanart #omega3 #digital painting #ghost band fanart #terzo cant carry omega but this is the closest he'll ever can #god look at the love and devotion in omega's eyes aughhh #terzo's hands....clasped over omega's broad chest #omega holding onto terzo even if he doesnt actually need the support to stay upright cause he so big #big partners getting held by their smaller partners makes me weak

[floating-goblin-art]

an old dog

+some close ups

#arttag #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #omega ghoul #thinking of terzo's ghouls being left behind instead of dying/getting banished #and years and years after his love's gone omega just keeps on living for nothing much #no stage no pack unity no recognition. nothing

[anef-29]

Gods won't see.

#The glass alone took me 12hrs #now kiss #the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #alpha ghoul #omega ghoul #alphamega #papa emeritus fanart

[piepie-li]

did some fanart for the boys.....

#fanart #ghost b.c. #the band ghost #ghost the band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #papa terzo #terzo emeritus #ghost terzo #omega ghoul #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #omega x terzo #terzo x omega #dewdrop x aether #aether x dewdrop #dewther #terzomega #ghost fanart #nameless ghouls #terzo fanart

[pointyshoesmf]

Cardinal Terzo likes big boys and you can't convince me otherwise.

I was so inspired by all the art i drew this with the speed of light. Its kinda messy in some places but it is what it is

#band ghost fanart #ghost fanart #the band ghost #ghost #papa emeritus lll #papa emeritus #terzo #terzomega #omega ghoul #digital art #illustration #art #fanart #artists on tumblr

[ashinlovewithghoulslol]

ATTENTION!! OMEGA'S HANDS!!!

bonus omega's pretty eyes !!

#the band ghost #ghost bc #omega ghoul #omega ghost #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls #hes so pretty

[eros-ghoulette]

I'd say this describes it pretty well

#tummies #ghoul tummies #copias tummy #i love tummies #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #omega ghoul #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #ghost band #the band ghost