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Uh oh- I forgot about this blog 😳

👉🏻👈🏻 request are still open on my main blog, omoghouls

#there are 300 of yall here and I've like abandoned yall ;^;

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*Slams fist on table* Omo time with these 1960s lovers (so uh, omo themes under the read more) (Also on my Ao3!)

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"Here."

Nihil raised a brow, eyeing the glass in her grip.

"Little bit of liquid courage for tonight,"Sister says, placing the cup into his hand as he takes the stool beside her.

"I suppose a bit of an excess of that wouldn't hurt," he chuckled before taking the drink down in one swig, the bitter warmth coating his throat.

As he placed the empty glass down, another filled one was placed besides him.

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"Can't have you going up there inebriated, this'll slow that down," she explained when she saw the curious expression on the man's face.

"Besides," she paused, "I would not want to see our Papa becoming dehydrated while bringing the word to the others," she purred, circling a manicured finger around his chest, a gleam to her eyes as she watched Nihil shrug before drinking the next glass.

"Good boy," she murmured, placing the glasses to the side before leaning back in, fixing the edges of his skull paint, smiling when she felt the warmth on the apples of his cheeks.

"Now, on you go, we've got a ritual to do."

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He chewed on the inside of his cheek while the instrumental played. The urgent sensation traveled up his spine, causing him to shudder. Nihil clutched the hem of his jacket, resisting the need to dance on spot. It would surely be too obvious. He let the fabric crumple back to his side as the music played on behind him, signaling him to hop back in.

He could hold it.

He had to hold it.

While the crowd danced to the rhythmic beat, Sister smiled from the sideline as she watched him, even from a distance, she could sense the growing need within him.

What was unbeknown to the Sister was, those two brim filled glasses hadn't been his only drinks of the evening.

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As the night grew on so did Nihil's need. The skin around his bladder became taut, a staticky sensitivity while it pressed against the buttons of his slacks.

A new thickness coated his throat as he tried to push his needs down, the slightest wavering crack to his voice as he sang. He swallowed dryly, shifting his weight from foot to foot absentmindedly in a subtle attempt hold everything back.

The movements, although the alternative motives being nearly unnoticeable from the floor, those closer by picked up on the strangeness of the 'dance'.

The hairs on Nihil's neck stood in attention when the looming sensation chilled his shoulders as the masked demon leaned closer than required.

These 'ghouls'(or so the olde one wrote in the text) were more, animalistic than Nihil had cared to admit. They were curious creatures by nature, perhaps in this instance, too curious for their own good. His bladder let out a small spurt, urine quickly being absorbed by his briefs.

"Ghoul," he spoke through gritted teeth, "Now is not the time," he gently nudged the weight of the ghoul's chin off his shoulder.

The ghoul simply tilited their head as they continued to watch the now frantic fidgeting of the Papa. They stepped back, going back to playing as the next song began.

As the music kicked up once more, Nihil's mind began to cloud.

The cooling dampness against his flesh caused his bladder to involuntarily relax further before clenching his thighs tightly together. Nihil nearly whined into the microphone, the pressure growing to be too much for him to sublet keep under wraps.

One more song.

Just one more song before he could make a B-line to the washroom he thought. He quickly glanced to the sideline, squirming when he saw Imperator standing there, seemingly watching him with, a deeper, curious gaze. His heart lunging into his throat at the head tilit.

His wandering mind was ripped from thought from the screeching of a guitar.

Ghoul's although unable to communicate as humans did, they still had their ways of seeking attention, bringing their Papa back to present thought.

The unannounced sound caused the man to become startled. Light chuckles echoed in the crowd as Nihil chuckled awkwardly, continuing on with the set, despite the warning signals from his bladder.

Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes, thighs trembling; knees pressed inwardly as the urgent nuance escalated to top priority.

He had to go, now.

Nihil swallowed back the lump, continuing on with the final verse. As if in slow motion, the singer collapsed to his knees, urine spilling down his inner thighs as the last words of the song squeaked out. His breaths ragged as he doubled over, squeezing his legs as tight as he could.

Murmurs filled the dance floor, starting in the front and slowly trickling to the back. Confusion as to what they were witnessing, was this part of the show? Some assumed that was how they ended their set and continued on with their mingling.

Sister Imperator was quick in her actions, a haste yet calm stride on stage. Gently tugging on the faux fur of the man's jacket, bringing him to his feet and guiding him down the small stairs.

His steps were reluctant, hesitant as the two walked towards the small hall. Imperator opened the alleyway door, pausing before turning towards the man, empathy in her gaze as she rubbed his shoulder.

"Papa," she began, letting her eyes finish the rest of her sentence.

Nihil whimpered, heart racing as he shook his head. He didn't want to make even more of a mess than he already had.

His breath hitched to a new octave when Imperator's hands roamed lower, resting atop his bloated lower abdomen. The man feebly attempted to keep the breaking dam from bursting however, the light kneading and cold air of the October evening sent him over the edge, he finally let go.

Nihil pressed his burning face into the nape of Imperator's neck, unable to mute the hissing noise as the urine puddled beneath his feet.

"I-I'm sorry seestor," he croaked out as the stream tapered off, the final droplets dripping down the fabric the clung to his shaking legs.

She looked down at the pooling urine between them before gently lifting Nihil's chin away from her shoulder to look in his mismatched eyes.

"It's alright, Papa. You didn't mean to, you barely got any on stage," she mused, her gaze taking a small tear away to the obvious trail that lead to the pair, "Accidents happen to us all." She added, caressing his tear stained face, rubbing off some of the smudged makeup.

"Nonetheless, I'll never be able to live this down, they won't want someone who cannot hold it back on their stage, " he mumbled.

The melodramatic tone to his voice made Imperator bite back a chuckle, always the one for the flair of dramatics, perhaps she was rubbing off on him a bit too much.

"Oh I'm sure by next weekend no one will even remember and I don't think they would get rid of the band that brings the best revenue to the place, hmm?"

Nihil was silent for a moment, a small smile forming on his lips as he leaned into her touch.

"You always know what to say," he murmured.

"I suppose it's a talent of mine," Imperator gave, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his nose, "Now, how about we get you out of these and something more comfortable, yes?" She said, gently placing a hand on his back as she guided them to the car.

A well deserved rest was definitely in order for the night.

#Ghost #papa nihil #Sister Imperator

[omoghouls-writes]

i,,,i love them omg,, *slides you a bag of crackers* c,,can I have a fic of them? Maybe Felix has an accident being stubborn while he does something and refuses to go, and Olli is understanding and sweet and takes care of him. But when she tries to put him in a pull up he whines bc he's a big boy!! Then she's gotta tell him something like: " bro,, u just had an accident,, I don't think so "

(ThiS GOT KINDA LONG SO UNDER THE READMORE SO YALL DONT HAVE TO SUFFER-)

I took a biiiiit of a liberty with this aaaaaaaa

TLDR; Old man isn’t having a good morning which, just leads to a very much not good day, thank god Olivia is there to help, in a certain way uwu

Keep reading

#Whoops #ocs

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Kamal omo fic🦷

I lost the original ask but someone requested Kamal omo with Habit comforting him🌸

THIS LINK WILL SEND YOU TO THE FIC (because I don't trust Tumblr's readmore thing on mobile OTL) 🌻

#New fix uwu #smile for me #kamal bora

[omoghouls-writes]

Ah, I don’t mind you changing the characters to male, what ever makes you more comfortable to write and express lol

Aaaaaa I just meant the whole concept in general makes me uncomfortable ųuų sorry💔💔 

#Aaaaa just the general of clothing constriction and stuff just doesn't settle in me right #mail

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How about copia forcing ghoulette into complicated clothing. A darker scenario testing the limits by total domination. Only letting her go when she’s about to explode, failing to remove her clothing. He then consoles her with a 180 degree change of heart.

If you're hinting at omo, I'm not really comfortable with writing female omo and this idea in general makes me uncomfortable aaaaaa I'm sorry! I do hope you find someone who will write this for you❤

#I do apologize but that just makes me really uneasy #mail

[omoghouls-writes]

Can you do a short on ghoulette suck in clothes. Like wearing leotard or jumpsuits or even both.

I'm not quite sure how to go about writing that, sorry!

#Sorry it doesnt really spark anything aaaaa #mail

[omoghouls-writes]

Relaxing drive

(Aka: I'm not over Bloodwings death and wanted to write some lowkey Brick/Mordecai)

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The gaunts under his eyes ached when his knuckle rubbed over the tender flesh. The sniper adjusted his goggles, fiddling with the strap as he became all too intuned to his surroundings. The murmured voices talked about furthering the mission, hushed as if the room was wire tapped. The constant droning hustle of the town below.

He couldnt stand it anymore.

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Mordecai stood up. Catching the attention of the woman across the table.

"Where are you going?"

The sniper glanced at siren before continuing for the door. He lerched back as a hand gripped onto his shoulder.

"We need everyone to stay in headquarters until we get intel from the vault hunter," Roland gave, blankly staring at the lanky man.

Mordecai harshly shrugged him off, freeing himself from the crimson leader's grip.

"Solider!"

Mordecai clenched his fist as he swung his entire body around.

"I am not your fucking soldier, I am not apart of this stupid goddamn patrol of yours," Mordecai barked, "So if you excuse me," he added as he stormed out of the room, into the grundy streets of Sanctuary.

"Mordecai, wait!" Lilth called out.

"Let 'em be Lil'," A previously silent voice said.

Lilith looked at Brick with confusion. How could he be so calm? His friend just left.

"He's going for a drive," Brick said, as if reading her mind as they watched the man walked into the small hub of the city.

"A nice relaxing drive."

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"Soldier, so God fucking far from the way it is," the man grumbled under his breath as he stomped away from the fast travel.

His vision adjusted as he looked around the wastelands. Empty. For now at least. Mordecai walked over to the florescent sign.

"Catch a riiiiiiiiide~"

Usually the grating, thickly accented voice caused the man to roll his eyes. But, today. Today it was a comfort as he waited for the vehicle to materialize.

Mordecai ran his hand over the metal before climbing into the driver's seat, engine purring as he pulled from the idle spot and onto the pathway.

There was no particular destination in mind.

Anywhere but back there was good.

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Occasionally, Mordecai took his eyes off the road, glancing to the side. Nothing but barrenness and remnants of bygone times.

The past. Distant yet still so close.

The sniper sighed, shaking his head while taking a sharp turn to keep his mind from wandering futher than what was meters infront or in back of him.

Back on his home planet, driving was something he loved. The freedom of rolling faster than the local habitat, everything he passed became an uprooted blur. A Nomad of his own town.

The way he had liked it.

Maybe that's why other reason he left, dropped off land, wandering until he got to where he really wanted to be. Even then, he wasn't so sure he would stay rooted for long.

Mordecai swerved around the rocks, the car leaning just slightly too much to the right before smashing back onto the dusty ground.

A smile cracked on his face as he pressed his foot to the ground of the vehicle. The wind, the kicked up dust hit his face as he laughed.

"Just like old times in New Haven, eh gir-" His voice trailed, shoulders dropping when he saw only empty air above him.

The vehicle jerked as it came to an abrupt halt, drifting beneath the shelter of rusted bars.

A nomad without his pasture was just, a displaced man.

His fist slammed against the steering wheel, the searing pain traveled up his arm. He didn't care what damage he was causing to him, or the vehicle.

Frankly, he didn't care about anything; his mind clouded with resurfacing rage and a chest filled with a cold, lowly ache. His blurry vision glared towards the sky, the giant 'H' that loomed over Pandora. The lump in his throat emerged as he let out an angry,anguished cry; echoing off the sun washed billboards.

The sniper's chest heaved, breaths shallow as he rested his cheek against the steering wheel. Relishing in the cold material coming into contact with his burning face.

Exhausted. He was, exhausted; in the physical and emotional sense, he couldn't sleep, sure as hell couldn't drink the exasperation thoughts away. He tried.

But, with it replaying in his mind, he didn't even have to close his eyes to hear her pained screeching. The gurgling cries muffled from the echoes of the detonation. Followed by the hoops of laughter from the tyrannical bastard on Helios.

The sniper roughly rubbed at his tear stained face as he grumbled weakly.

And it wasn't fair.

It just wasn't fair.

Mordecai peeled his face away as he sat back up, silently watching the sun setting behind the mountains. The pink hue mixing with the natural yellows and oranges as the darkest times of twilight slowly emerged. Dim lights of the vehicle blinked on, casting skewed shadows against the boulders. He blinked slowly, wincing as he gripped the wheel once more.

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Silence, save for the electric humming from the lights. Mordecai slipped into the headquarters, careful to avoid the few creaky steps as he walked upstairs.

He paused in his motions as he looked to the sleeping bodies. Lilith curled into a small ball, blanket tucked around her securely. Eyes wandered up, spotting the Roland, sleeping upright as he acted as a bed. The sniper held back a gruff chuckle at the two.

A yawn escaped past his lips as he tugged further in, hanging his rifle back up for the night before wandering out onto the porch. The sniper leaned against the guard as he looked past the monochromatic skyline of the town.

Sleep was at a fingers brush away, he finally was going to seize the opportunity.

He clutched his chest when he spun around, face to chest with the berserker.

"Ey, ey, give a man a warning before you do that," Mordecai said, although the tone came off as annoyed, he was glad to see the bigger man, in a sense.

Brick shrugged, "Guess I'm getting better at that sneakin' huh?" He chuckled.

Mordecai gave a lopsided grin, slowly fading when he saw the other man yawn.

"Did I wake you up?"

Brick shook his head, "Was waiting up for you, all were. "

The sniper's stomach knotted with guilt.

"You, you didn't have to do that," he quietly told.

"You went out without sayin' where you were going, of course we all were staying up, make sure you made it back," making a small nudge towards the other sleeping two,"Had half a mind to send one of my boys to find you. But," he paused with a small shrug, "I know you can handle yourself out there. Still though."

The sniper rubbed the back of his neck, he felt as if he were a teenager being caught sneaking home late.

"Fun drive?" The taller man said to fill the awkward air.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I guess," Mordecai said, "Same old shit just at an elevated speed, less dusty boots."

He flinched when the large hand patted his back. Leading the lanky man back inside.

Usually, Mordecai would stay put, not budge from the leading action. Tonight, tonight was an exception to that rule. He leaned into the contact, letting his head drop.

"Not the same without her."

Brick raised a sympathetic brow when he heard the mumbled voice.

"Course it ain't the same, ain't gonna be for a while," he explained, "you two were close, like me and Dusty."

Mordecai chuffed as the two sat on the cot. He didn't have to worry about being psychoanalyzed when it came to heart to heart conversations with Brick.

"Yeah, kinda like that," the sniper gave, letting his body slump onto the mattress. Too tired to further comment.

Brick looked at the man for a moment before standing back up. Mordecai tilited his head up in curiosity.

"Unlike you, I can't wear my shoes to bed, go to sleep, I'll be back in a bit," the berserker said.

Mordecai simply nodded before curling his knees to his chest, he wanted to see what the man was up to but, his body had made claims to the cot and was not leaving. The sniper closed his eyes to a dreamless sleep.

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The light of a new dawn shone through the room. Mordecai groggily lifted his head, patting around blindly. He blinked slowly once his goggles were on.

He was the only one in the room.

"How long was I-?" His thoughts were paused when his hand brushed against a box by his head.

The sniper squinted as he held the box in his palm, carefully he tugged at the bow that held the top securely to the box. Mordecai peered in, eye widening as he quickly pulled the object out.

A chain dangled between his thumb and index finger. An all too familiar feather tickled the gap between.

"Oh, you're up."

Mordecai turned his head towards the door, watching as Brick walked in, standing idly by the cot, glancing at the opened box.

"Do you make this, amigo? How, how did you find her feathers?"

Brick smiled with a nod, " 'fore, what happend, when you two came by here she was shedding and dropped a few. Kept them, it ain't much but," the man was cut off when arms wrapped around his sides. Surprised by the sudden fling of affection coming from the scrawny sniper.

"Thank you," Mordecai softly said as he looked up at the bigger man, rolling the chain around his fingers when he moved away from the embrace.

The berserker tugged at his own necklace, the paws clinking together from the jostling.

Mordecai pulled the chain over his head, tucking the feather under his shirt,

"Gotta keep 'em alive somehow." Brick said as he gently patted the sniper's chest.

"I uh, saved you some breakfast, if that's something you wanted to come get right now?"

The man swallowed back the lump in his throat, "Yeah, actually might take you up on that," he said as he walked with the other man down the stairs.

Brick smiled, slinging his arm around Mordecai's small frame. He knew it would be a lengthy process for the sniper to go through, but this, this was a nice step towards that.

#Whoa something not ghost related?? #I call it I'm venting through an old sniper 😂 #borderlands #Mordecai

[omoghouls-writes]

//akdkah I deleted the ask but, anon with the request for a Five fic, yeah I still see him as a minor so I'm uncomfortable writing for him, sorry!//

#Rambles #not a fic #still v much into the Umbrella Academy thought lol

[omoghouls-writes]

i wanna come off anon but so many people i know CANT know im a omo fan ;-; so i shall cry and send you invisible hugs. thank you so much for your blog! if you take requests for more short stories/drabbles. how about something omo with rain, teething, and being called lamb. just looking for some fluff and comfort after a big accident poor baby:’)

aaaaAAAAAA omg ily so much nonny, so glad to be of assistance with supplying omo omggg 💖💖💖💖💖

Poor Rainy though! Teething for the water ghoul is a difficult thing ;^;

It all started, this, /situation/ earlier in the day. The bassist for the band had been putting up a slight fuss, unable to find comfort in his regular ways. And the elder ghoul’s were quick to catch on what was troubling their young one.

Aër was, eventually able to coax Rain into letting him check inside his mouth, or, rather, the younger water ghoul had absentmindedly taken to knawing on the Air ghoul’s finger while seated beside him. 

“Teething,” the elder mused as he slipped his fingers out, wiping the excess saliva on his robes, smiling softly to the pouting ghoul, “come now, I know this is not an enjoyable experience but, we can help eliminate some of the ache,” he explained as he stood, motioning to the Earth ghoul.

“Terra, it it is not a trouble would you be able to brew some tea?”

The earth ghoul nodded as he padded off into the kitchen. Leaving Rain to look curiously at the air ghoul who had taken to rummaging through a nearby chest. Returning .moments later, placing a dolphin shaped silicon mold into his palm. A small dusting of pink fell over his cheeks as he placed the teether in his mouth, flopping his head onto the elder’s chest with a heavy sigh. Only glancing up with the sound of feet approached.

“Here we are,” the earth ghoul began as he sat the mug on the coffee table, “Chamomile,” he added when the younger ghoul took a cautious sniff of the steaming liquid.

“An ancient aid for teething,” Aër explained as he watched Rain take a couple large gulps, chuckling lightly at the face he made from the overbearing floral taste.

“It will help,” Terra said, ruffling the curly mop of the younger ghoul before disappearing back into the kitchen.

Rain sat the now empty mug to the side, returning to his former position. Aër ran a hand through the other’s hair as he looked back to his book in the other hand.

“Rest now, little lamb, I’ll be here when you return.”

The water ghoul yawned as he curled closer in, teether securely in his mouth as his eyes fluttered shut.

Unfortunately, with any tea there was a glaring side effect one faced from downing the herbal product so quickly.

Rain’s eyes slowly opened up, his free hand rubbing against his face as he woke up. His hand froze when he sat up, the all too well known full ache left the younger ghoul to stifle a whine as he sat back up. A small pang of panic coursed through his frame as he touched the bedding rather than that of the comforting robes. He must have been out for longer than he had initially thought.

Swinging his legs over the frame he stood up. A soft gasp escaping his mouth as the gravity hit him. Hit him hard. Rain pressed his thighs together, rubbing his clawed hands atop his upper thighs as the wave of desperation surged through him.

He had to go. /Now/.

The water ghoul slowly shuffled out of the room, wincing at every step as his bladder sloshed like a overly filled waterballon. Although the washroom was meer feet away it felt as if he was traversing miles.

Rain whimpered, halting in his movements when a stream of urine jetted out, soaking the front of his briefs. Although it left not evidence, he could feel the wetness. He grabbed himself as he stood in the middle of the hall. His tail curling around his ankle as he danced in place, more and more spilling out involuntarily. 

“Lamb?”

His shoulders tensed from the sudden voice, his body taking that brief moment of surprise to completely relax. Rain yelped as he shoved both hands between his legs as urine began hissing our, splattering onto the floor beneath him, glisting into a glaring, rapidly growing puddle. Rain’s head lowered once the stream tapered off. Eyes brimming with tears as he was forced to feel the wet warmth quickly turning cold and fabric clinging to his trembling legs. 

Feet quickly approached, the lingering body loomed over his small body.

“Oh my, have we’ve had an accident, lamb?” The voice cautiously ask.

Rain’s eyes locked onto his feet as he slowly nodded, bottom lip quivering as he choked out an apology.

The elder shook his head sympathetically as he pulled the younger ghoul into a hug, “Little lamb, you do not need to apologize for something beyond your control,” he cooed as he rubbed small circles into the smaller’s back, “It was too much tea huh?”

Rain simply nodded as he pressed his tear stained face into the elder’s robe. He sniffled as he felt his body moving from the puddle and into his sought out destination.

The elder gently sat the other on the closed lid of the toilet as he turned the faucet on. He turned back to the water ghoul, helping him in removing the soiled attire.

“There we are, come now let’s clean you up,” he guided him into the bubble filled tub.

Rain pressed his knees to his chest as the elder knelt besides the tub, tiliting his head as he watched the ghoul.

“It is okay, Rain,” the elder said as he grabbed the damp wash cloth, “You had not meant to and we understand that wholeheartedly.”

The water ghoul nodded as the last remaining tears slipped down his face.

“I-I thought I could,” his voice trailing off as he held the end of his tail. Glassy eyes locking onto the purple eyes of the other ghoul.

“Sometimes, we have the best intentions in mind but, our bodies are incapable of completing what we require,” the elder mused as he gently ran the cloth over Rain’s face, “and we should not be mocked nor punished for such, scenarios.”

Rain slowly nodded, leaning into the touch of the other.

The elder smiled and continued to wash the smaller ghoul, the two enjoying the peaceful atmosphere between them. 

As the tub drained, the elder grabbed the fluffiest towel and wrapped it around the water ghoul before scooping him into his strong arms, securely cradling him on his hip as they exited the room. Rain rested his chin on the other’s shoulder as the walked.

“Oh! And how are your teeth feeling?” The other asked as they entered the bedroom once more.

Rain blinked slowly, a small smile grew on his face, “They don’ hurt!” He happily proclaimed as he was sat down on the bed.

The elder smiled, “So very good to hear!” He said as he rummaged around. Happy that his little lamb was happy once more.♡♡

#Whoops forgot to post this here #Rain ghoul #nameless ghouls

[omoghouls-writes]

Tim/Moxxi: soffft

(*lays down* I just wanted to have a babey Tim and carer Moxxi - so if tiny stuff ain't your cup of tea, scroll on past)

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The soft static buzz ran through the man's body as he materialized on the grungy sidewalk of Concordia. He grimaced as stood, dusting his knees off as he tugged up the steps. His mismatched eyes blinking slowly as he stared at the dimly lit bar.

"What it'll be, tiger?" She asked, leaning on the table as she watched the man slowly slide into one of the barstools.

"Oh, uhm- a, whiskeeey, on the rocks?" The doppelganger replied, uncertaincy in his tone.

Would that be something Jack drank, something he'd even order?

He was taken out of thought when the glass slid to him, along with two small, red pills. His brow cocked.

"Aspirin," she mouthed with a knowing wink before she went to attend to her final patrons of the evening.

Tim fiddled with the pills for a moment before downing them with the water. Although the internal ache of headbutts from a bullymong required a much heavier dosage, the sentiment was appreciated.

The doppelganger glanced around the bar, the muted music and jumbled conversations were welcomed white noise for the man after the hours of garbled psycho screechings. Neon signs and weather worn posters kept his eyes from drooping too low as rested his chin in his open palms. Sighing softly as he watched the others leave, he supposed that was the signal to go as well.

As the started to rise he heard a voice clearing from behind him.

"And where do you think you're going so quick?" Moxxi asked, her hands on her hips.

Tim dryly swallowed, "W- It's closing time? And, y'know, don't want to keep you open longer than you need," he explained, running his hand through his mussed up hair, "U-unless that's what you want, s-sweetheart," he added, physically recoiling.

Smart one.

Moxxi smiled and shook her head as pushed the swinging door open with her hips, walking over to the man.

"C'mon sugar, he's not here," she began, her hand cupping the doppelganger's jaw, "You don't have to be Jack around me."

Timothy looked to the women, his heart racing to a new beat when she looked to him with a certain sincerity to her words. He sighed, his mismatched eyes growing instantly glassy. His breaths becoming shaky as he tried to regulate his heartbeat.

She hummed gently, watching the persona of the flirtatious, narcissistic, homicide leader crumbling away from the younger man.

"There we go. Must have been scary, huh?" Moxxi began, her free hand running over his back, pulling him into a tight hug, "Being around all those bandits, watching your back for skags."

Timothy nodded slowly, "A-and the jumppads, I don't really like those either," he added with his bottom lip protruding at the thought of the stomach churning altitudes.

Moxxi smiled at the pouty lipped man, pressing forwards.

"And of course those, someone as tiny as you shouldn't have to be so high in the air, huh?" Her tone growing soft, nurturing.

Tim nodded, feeling his chest flutter as he rested his head on Moxxi's shoulder, "I wans' goes," he whined, thumb dangerously close to his lips.

There it was.

"I know, sugar," she began, running her hand in small circles on his back, "I know you do. And we will very soon, Mama just has a couple things to do before that, okay?"

The doppelganger rubbed at his eyes, "Okay," he quietly said.

He felt her hand move from his jaw to his hand, gently guiding him back to his seat.

"You just sit tight, okay, Sugar?" Moxxi called as she walked around, collecting the stray cups that, unsurprisingly, the cl4p-tr4p unit had left behind.

As she stacked the glasses onto the tray, Moxxi's gaze returned to the seated man. His feet swinging a bit as he fixated on one of the blinking signs.

She didn't quite know, but, there was something about Tim that had set her material instincts into overdrive. Since the first stumbled introduction he gave she knew something was different to him.

She scooped up the last glass and made her way back behind the bar. Placing the dirtied glasses into the soapy water she looked back at the doppelganger who had taken to fiddling with Jack, his pocketwatch.

He wasn't Jack. Not by a long shot. Sure, he had the same face, same body. But, the younger man couldn't replicate that brooding near sociopathic aura that wafted off the real Jack. No one could.

This was Tim. A debt ridden student with the weight of the world and collection of moons on his shoulders.

"And there we are," she said, breaking the silence.

Tim slowly stood up, coming face to face with Moxxi.

She smiled, leaning over to kiss his temple. Her nose scrunching when she caught whiff of, what she could only assume to be the drying blood and organs of whatever Tim had shot during the mission.

"I'd say a certain vault hunter needs a bit of a clean up, huh?"

Tim simply nodded in agreement, letting the woman lead him off.

--

Moxxi sat besides the tub on the plush bath mat.

There had been a few added benefits to having someone able to travel to Helios. Namely the small trinkets, things that weren't nessicarly necessities but were nice to have.

Moxxi rubbed the soapy cloth over his face, examining the light dusting of freckles that scattered over the bridge of this nose once the caked on blood was off. They didn't seem to take into account just how much the sun touched the moon.

As she rung out the cloth, catching the doe eyed doppelganger gaze. She hummed, scooping a finger full of the bubbles, placing it on his nose. Tim giggled from the ticklish sensation, he wiggled his nose as Moxxi chuckled.

"You know, some people say that freckles are like a map of stars," Moxxi mused as she traced her index finger along the speckled surface.

Tim raised his hand to his face in curiosity, "Like a vault map?" He asked as he squished a handful of bubbles between his fingers.

"Hmm, kind of, but at the end of this map there is not scary vault monster, just a cute lil vault hunter and do you know who that is?"

The doppelganger thought for a moment, his fingers slipping into his mouth as he looked at her, "Lilith?"

Moxxi laughed and shook her head, "No silly, the cutest vault hunter isss, you!" She smiled as she tousled his wet hair, noting the slightest wave to it as she reached for the nearby towel.

"Now, let's get you out before you turn into a raisin on me," she said as she helped the vault hunter up, wrapping the towel around his frame.

Moxxi looked a Tim, "Ready?" She asked, letting the other nod and leap out of the tub before pulling the plug.

The two watched as the water swirled down the drain, ending in a small 'glug'.

Moxxi hummed contentedly as she walked the two out of the washroom and back into the hall. Homes on Elpis were small, not a quaint small but rather a nuisance type small. However, it was beneficial when you had an exhausted vault hunter using you as support as they made their way to the other room.

--

Moxxi smiled as she buttoned the last of the buttons to the flanneled sleepwear. Perhaps it was a bit weird to keep an ex's clothing but she couldnt lie if the doppelganger didn't look cute in the red plaid.

She folded the towel before sitting it ontop of the dresser. Moxxi returned to the bed, placing her hands on her hips, clearing her throat when she spotted the vault hunter.

"Ah, ah," she tutted when she saw Tim scrolling through his echo, the long list of task taking over the screen.

The man whined, making no attempt at snatching it back once it was held above his body.

"Not for little ones, sugar," she said as she closed the application, her thumb hovering over the EchoNet, pulling up a collection of videos before sitting back on the bed.

Tim curiously looked at the screen scooting closer, rubbing at his eyes as the screen lit up with the colourful imagery played.

Moxxi placed the Echo device to the side, allowing the vault hunter to continue watching as she pulled the blanket over his shoulders.

It wasn't long before the gentle, rhythmic breathing pattern started. Moxxi cooed was Tim curled himself into a small ball, thumb loosely in his mouth as he slipped into a peaceful rest.

She watched him, hand running through his hair, letting her hand fall onto his cheekbones.

"Goodnight, kitten," she whispered before leaning over, peppering small kissed on his cheek before sliding down to find rest as well.

It wasn't much, but the softer moments, the shared times between the two made it more obvious who this man really was. And who he wasnt.

#Wow I actually wrote something #borderlands #Timothy Lawrence #mad moxxi

[omoghouls-writes]

(I absolutely have no idea wtf this is I wrote it in an hour afj)

Aka: Tin gets stressed and Snow is a concerned friend.

🌻🌻🌻🌻

“Oh for the love of all unholy,” Snow muttered as stepped into the libary, they made a B-line for the table with books scattered around.

“Tin?”

A small horned ghoul’s head popped up from the stacks of scriptures, a quizzical expression on their face.

“Snow? What are you doing here? Thought you were on garden duties today?”

“I was,” the bigger ghoul crossed their arms, “Twelve hours ago.”

The hybrid pressed their lips together, glancing to the now hushed pink sky, “Oh.”

“Oh is right. Have you’ve been here this whole time?”

Tin said nothing, burying their head back into their writings.

The Air ghoul tapped their foot until the smaller ghoul sighed.

“Yes, okay, yes I have been here since las- this morning.”

“12 am does not count as morning.”

Tin rolled their eyes, “It technically does,” they mumbled, going back to their work, ignoring the look of the looming ghoul.

Snow shook their head. He knew they got into these times of pure concentration over their work. But, when it started to effect their personal wellbeing, Snow could not allow that.

With a flick of their wrist, Snow swiped the papers from the table.

Tin gasped.

“Snow, give it back!” The ghoul hissed, lunging towards the taller ghoul.

The air ghoul shook his head, “No, Tin. You need a break, you can have this back lat-”

“No!” The hybrid yelled, the few clergy members in the libary turned their heads to the two ghouls, rolling their eyes before. Ghouls, no matter what, couldn’t seem to figure out volume.

“I don’t have time for this, Snow,” Tin growled, their voice growing into a harsh whisper, “Just, please give it back,” they added; swatting at Snow’s arm.

The bigger ghoul held the book higher, not standing down.

“It’s been three days since I’ve seen you down the dorm halls, you’ve been cooping yourself in here,” Snow paused, his free hand pointed towards the smaller ghoul, “It ain’t healthy, you’re going to run yourself into the ground.”

Tin rolled their eyes at the comment, “I’ll be fine. Let me get back to work.”

The smaller ghoul walked closer. Snow gently pushed them back.

“Your work is not something you can over take your needs, Tin you know this.”

The hybrid ghoul’s fist clenched, red eyes continuing to glare at the bigger ghoul.

“Honestly, I expect you have better decisions with this,” Snow muttered.

Tin froze at the under the breath comment. Their head lowered. A shift in them.

“Please, I just-just, let me get back to that, I-I told the second Emeritus’ ghouls I would have this finished for their Papa today. I need that back.”

Snow lifted a brow at the stuttered words.

The smaller ghoul continued, clawing at their shoulder as they looked to the ground.

“A-and if I, if I don’t, then, then,” their voice cracked, brows furrowing as their vision began to blur, “Then they’ll send a failure like me back to hell.”

Snow felt their heart drop when they saw the fat tears rolling down Tin’s face. He had not exactly expected, that.

“Hey, hey,hey, c'mere,” he began, bending at his knees to lift the ghoul into his arms, “Shh, Tin, you know that’s not true, come now,” he shushed, leaning to the side to place to culprit to the tantrum on the table before walking out of the room, “Let’s go somewhere calmer, yeah?”

He gently held the weeping ghoul close to his chest as his tail open the door to his room; seating the two onto his bed. Snow peeled the ghoul off him, seating Tin on his lap.

Instantly the ghoul reattached themselves to the bigger ghoul, wrapping themselves close.

Snow began to pet the ghoul’s hair as he slowly swayed while the smaller ghoul continued a steady stream of tears.

Soon there was a soft sniffling noise. Snow looked down to the bloodshot eyes.

“Better?” He cautiously asked.

The smaller ghoul scrubbed at their eyes as they slowly nodded, butting their head against Snow’s chest.

Snow hummed, “That’s very good to hear,” he paused, “Tin?”

The ghoul slowly looked up.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Tin shook there head, gently tapping their lips and shaking their head.

Snow nodded in understatement, “That’s all good, you speak when you’re ready, I won’t rush you,” he said.

Snow waited a moment before continuing, “Do you need anything?”

The ghoul nodded.

“Drink?”

A head shake.

“Food?”

Another head shake, the ghoul simply pressed their head into the bigger ghoul’s chest.

Their hand lifting up, their palm down in a shape of a “y”, plunging it down in the air before letting their arm drop back to their side.

“Stay?” Snow verbalized.

A small nod as the hybrid curled closer to the air ghoul. Snow smiled warmly as he shifted the ghoul’s position to a more comfortable stance for the two of them. He watched as Tin’s head slowly drooped, tuckered out from the teary outburst.

Snow rubbed small circles in their back, their chest slowly rising and falling, the most peaceful they had looked in days. He leaned his head back while the other slept. Thinking about what he could do to help his friend.

An idea formed in his mind, although not new it still felt best for a situation such as this.

Slowly he rose, careful to cradle the smaller ghoul as securely as possible as he walked them both to Tin’s room.

He just hoped it would work.

#I guess I'll post oc writing too? #its dumb but🤷🏻‍♂️ #nameless ghouls #ocs

[omoghouls-writes]

I got your request nonny♡ I'll start working on it once my brain is being nicer☆♡

#Its v interesting love it! #ramble

[omoghouls-writes]

Ah shit, I was afraid you didn't get it, I'll send it again

Yeah, tumblr is ride like that, gobbling up ask💔💔 Def resend!♡♡♡

[omoghouls-writes]

Hey, you got my watersports prompt, right?

Aaaa I didnt nonny ;^; this is the only ask in the mailbox aaa💔💔

[omoghouls-writes]

Um! I want to request something but before I do I thought I should ask- do you just do omo or do you also do watersports? Like, just wetting stuff? Cus I haven't seen any full on watersports from you & I just wanted to make sure before I asked for it

Hmm, I've never done watersports type writing :^0 I'm usually a clothed, soft wetting sorta Bun but, I'd like to try to write some watersports just to see if its something I could like, write (if that makes sense?)

Definitely send in the request nonny if you wanna ;u; it just highkey might not be the most polished fic😂❤

#Mail #I've been trying to branch out so watersports seems to be something fairly close to omo😂❤

[omoghouls-writes]

Aaaa Sister Jen pegging Tin~~~

I- Nonny you know that my weaknessss

asdhifg- I’ve never written this stuff, forgive mee

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They knew they shouldn’t be here, they knew it wasn’t the wisest or rational plans. But, the ghoul slipped passed the door and into the room of the Sister of Sin. 

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#Jsjssa tin gets pegged #ocs