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do you have a design for phantom/aeon???????? happy your back btw we luv youuuuuuuuuuuu <3

uhhhhhmm.... I hope this is acceptable? It's my first crack at him but here he be!

I've been much better! I hope that shows in my art too haha.

#OH HE'S PRETTTYYYYYYY

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Need to see Swiss’ tits in this immediately

#OH GOOD LORD O_O #hes sooo hgndhgnghgd

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Finally ! Copia is here ! And he's a strong independent man..../// (Sister Imperator disagrees....)

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"im a girl" "im a boy" okay well I am all eyes, I am all ears, I am the wall and im watching you fall

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I love the thought of Omega being absolutely fucking massive. There has not been a bigger Ghoul since. Aether is the only one who comes close but no one has truly matched Omega's absolutely insane physique.

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You know someone's about to be eliminated

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the goobers just smacked lips!!! will they hit it off? or it will be just a casual fling?

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Moth may I please request some more rain webbed feet content 👀 perhaps Mountain being way too into them? If you feel so inclined ofc

Okay, maybe a lil longer than I meant it to be. I hope it's okay!

976 Words - Rain knowing exactly what he's doing, Mountain being sweet and easy

CW Foot Fetish, Orgasm, Foot Job

There are still tiny droplets of water clinging to the dark hair on Rain’s legs. He pays no mind to that or his damp shorts as he flops onto the couch and displaces Mountain’s book with his feet.

Mountain could complain, but when he turns his head he can’t deny the sight is much more appealing than some faded print on musty old paper.

Not exactly shorts. Boxers, and they must belong to someone else. To Dew he thinks. They’re too short, if too short was a thing. There’s nothing too much about it though. The waist band digs into his hips, leaving little pink indents on his skin.

The hem of the leg cuts into the generous curve of his ass, which looks a bit - sunburned? Or are those red marks shaped a bit like the right hand of …

“Mount, you’re staring.” Rain breaks the trance with his words, but the real distraction now is his ice cold feet, digging his toe into the fly of Mount’s jeans, flicking the metal pull back and forth.

Mountain’s eyes move slowly, like they’re being dragged, from his own lap and back to Rain’s face.

“What’re you doing?”

Rain pouts, which is completely unnecessary. The query was brainless and perfunctory. Mountain will give full and enthusiastic consent as long as he gets to watch Rain drag his pretty toes across his cock, laboring to escape the zipper that Rain is fiddling with.

“My feet are cold. From the lake. Thought you could warm them up for me?”

Subtle… but again, Mountain doesn’t care. In fact he could do without the pretense all together, but he knows Rain likes to flirt and to tease.

He clasps one in between both hands, one particularly warm from the cup of tea now discarded on the side table.

“That good?”

“Yes.” Rain pauses, just to watch Mountain squirm. “But could be even better.”

He doesn’t need to spell it out, but he offers a demonstration anyhow. Rubbing at his shaft with his free foot, until Mountain forgets what the objective is, holding one foot in his hand and bucking up into Rain’s foot with little jerky movements.

Rain doesn’t stop him, not until there’s a sizable damp patch on the dark fabric that reminds him they could escalate.

“Are you gonna take it out?” Rain sounds almost bored. And he knows it’s a sucker punch. He’s just as interested. So he does like a little pretense and ceremony, maybe a bit of teasing too.

“Can I?”

“You have to, they’re so cold.” He pretends to shiver, and it’s silly, maybe he likes a bit of laughter too. Which he gets. The glint of the rays pouring into the room catching on Mountain’s crooked fang as his face widens in a smile.

His face contorts again, when Rain digs his heel in. He huffs and his warm breath creates condensation on the glassy webbing between Rain’s toes. He doesn’t know when he pulled his foot right up to his lips, or why he’s hesitating now.

“Go on.”

His tongue skates between each digit. Can’t help but prod at the flexible skin, maybe just put all of them in his mouth. He can be a size queen if he wants, in his own strange way.

At this point the charade is over. Rain can’t pretend he’s only seeking warmth or doing Mountain a favor. The way his tongue works at the sensitive flesh, he knows where he’ll need it next. His almost dry stolen shorts are growing damp again as he thinks about just how deep Mountain’s tongue can reach.

Mountain makes the sweetest sounds with his mouth full, and he’s more than distracted as he fumbles with the zipper of his pants, something he should be capable of with one hand and yet isn’t.

Still, he manages to free himself. And he jumps when Rain’s foot makes contact again, skin to skin.

“Fuck they ARE cold.” They usually are, but this is glacial. Or maybe he just feels very hot.

“Told you. So help me.” Rain bats his eyelashes and it’s totally unnecessary. Mountain doesn’t even notice. He’s too busy watching the head of his cock disappear beneath the supple icy blue translucent flesh between his toes.

“Not going to last.” Mountain pants. Rain is neither surprising nor disappointed. Mountain is easy. And even easier like this. He’s weak, he admitted it the first time he got his hands on them. So slender, long, soft. He’d spent enough time staring and eventually begged to touch.

“Well, go on then.” Rain echoes his earlier encouragement. “Push ‘em together. Fuck em.”

“Oh…no. I mean… yes.” Oh no, because Mount swears he almost shot over the words alone.

But he stops wasting time, spits right on to the arch of one foot and pushes them together, caging in his cock, and he can’t even move. Just the sight alone is enough.

But still, his hips move of their own accord. It’s cute really, Rain thinks. Such stupid desperate little humps, a few is all it takes. Before he’s making a mess, and it’s warm. Exactly what he wanted.

Mountain stares with a bit of shame and a bit of shock, that it was over that fast, as ran wriggles his toes together, slippery with cum and maybe a bit of drool.

Mountain steels himself to look up at Rain, who likely will admonish him playfully. Instead, he finds knitted brows and flushed cheeks. Maybe he liked it as much as Mountain did.

Mountain waits for a little direction, he does love being told what to do. Rain loves to tell him.

“Clean 'em up, and then get on your knees.”

Mountain practically bruises his knees scrambling to comply. Opting to do both at once and clean up his mess from the floor, between Rain’s long legs. 

#mountain is so EASY jbdsfkdfs #cw foot fetish #cw feet #spicy tag

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Every show….

+ bonus victorious Dew

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Who would win?

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"What's stopping you?" he asks, sparing me a glance before returning his gaze back down to his phone.

"Fear, I guess." I say, leaning against the low counter, feeling my ribs press into the fiberboard, "I know I can drive. I do okay for the most part, but I hate it. I hate driving."

"I like it." he hums, sitting upright, his phone abandoned on his thigh, "It lets me go anywhere I want, whenever I want."

"I'd rather be in the passenger's seat myself."

"If you can drive, why not just get your license and be done with it?" he questions, "Then people can't hound you about it anymore."

I push away from the counter and fiddle with the card display beside me for a moment before I reply.

"Any time I've accomplished some long term goal, or done, well, anything, people ask me what my plan is. What I'm going to do next." I explain, nudging a stray envelope back into place, "When I started working here, my family was already asking me about my exit plan. Despite all the pressure to get a job, the immediate response to me getting this one was to tell me I needed to plot out my escape route... Truth be told, nothing I have ever done has been treated as 'good enough', it's always just a stepping stone towards some greater goal that others have put in place for me."

"For example, when I was a kid and showed an affinity towards art, the immediate response was that I should focus solely on becoming good at it so I could turn it into a career... despite my protests that it was a hobby, something I did to relax, money and success came first to my family."

"So you don't drive... because your family would start pushing you further? To do what?" he asks, giving me a confused expression.

"I guess it doesn't make a whole lot of sense." I laugh, "I think I just want to keep their expectations low enough that they focus on that instead of everything else I'm doing."

"You're a bit of an odd duck, you know that?" he huffs, smiling softly, "You have a bike right?"

"Yes?"

"There's your loophole."

I snort.

"And if it's raining?"

"I have room in the passenger's seat in my car." he replies, returning to browsing on his phone.

"I'll keep that in mind."

#oooooo i lvoe thisssss

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grumpy Terzo or maybe he’s just tired idk

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Ghouls at the Airport

To preface these silly hcs I want to say that taking the ghouls through an airport is a life-changing experience, in that it will take 10 years off your life span. It's not for the faint-hearted, but alas here is what happens when the ghouls (the characters, obviously) have to take a plane to their next show!

Also consider this a 100 follower special !! Thanks to everyone who decided I was entertaining enough to follow, I love you all <3

Dew is on a leash. That man simply cannot be trusted not to lurch at strangers or run off when he hears the roar of a plane engine. They found out the hard way on his first tour as a water ghoul. They were on the tarmac, about to board the plane and Dew ran off to cosy up in the engines. The band nearly had to tour without a bassist that year...

(I take absolutely no credit for the idea of ghouls wearing these, whoever said it feel free to credit yourself I'm sorry I can't remember you!) Edit: @jesusbutbetterrr big brain monkey bag thoughts

Aurora gets overstimulated really easily (can you blame her?). Mountain lent her his big ear defenders once and she's been hooked ever since. She claimed the camo defenders as hers, even though they don't sit right on her tiny head, she loves them dearly! Mountain had to buy a new pair, but he doesn't mind. He's happy if his pack are happy.

Aether and Mountain are straight through bag drop, security, the lot. They're old ghouls and have the routine down by now. They know the faster they make it through security, the more time they have to sneak off to the disgusting airport toilets for some even more disgusting airport sex.

Cumulus is already high on half a bottle of sleeping pills. She gets restless on the plane so doses up early on. Unfortunately that means she is completely out of it and has to be guided around entirely by the others. She was once put in charge of Dewdrop's leash and, yet again, they nearly had to tour without a lead guitarist.

Cirrus is basically unconscious for the entire journey through the airport, curled up on a luggage trolley being driven by Dew. Travelling really tires her out and the pack don't want to get on her bad side so they leave her be.

Rain is incredibly spoiled. The whole pack know that if you set him loose on his own to catch a flight, he wouldn't make it past the front doors. He's been coddled by everyone since he was summoned, and he lives for it, he never has to lift a finger. Swiss, ever the gentleman, always carries his bags and holds Rain's shoes when they go through security. It's just an excuse to reenact the slipper scene from Cinderella

Phantom tries to order an insanely expensive Starbucks in the airport (it's just a hot chocolate with a marshmallow, why is it £4?!) but misses them calling his human name "Why would anyone name themselves 'Tom'?"

Swiss has a four-wheeler suitcase. He loves to sit on it and propel himself around like a toddler. In fact, the pack bought him an adult-sized one of these after he kept breaking everyone else's bags:

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More Ghost art!!!!!

Cirrus SUPREMACY <333333333333

Bonus: fuck you *turns your Ghoulette red

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On the hunt

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For now, I'm drawing some relationships between the ghouls mentioned in HUITS, so these are random drawings because I need these two dolls.

I don't know what to say, your honor, they love each other to death. I'm off to post the new chapter. For those who want, by clicking on this fantastic colorful text, you will be sent to the AO3 page of my fanfiction (it's magic but don't tell anyone, otherwise the Vatican will come looking for me).

#HOH BOY #<3

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Sometimes I wonder how many trans people are in the fandom and I want to know. Reblog for bigger sample size please.