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Mushy May Day 24: Karaoke

Pairings: Everyone (gen)

Words: 939

chaos. absolute chaos. aether tearin' it up on the karaoke stage. yes he sings fergalicious after this, thanks for asking.

Copia had set them loose for a night of fun at the bar next door to their hotel, claiming the need for ‘beauty sleep’ and ‘vocal rest’. He appointed Aether to be the pack’s guardian for the night. Sweet, responsible, level-headed Aether. Surely he could trust his quintessence ghoul to keep an eye on the rest of them while still having fun, couldn’t he?

Unfortunately, Hell hath no fury like a tiny bar full of drunk ghouls. They made up fifty percent of the patrons that night, leaving the others—as well as the bartender—to gawk at their group antics. And where was said quintessence ghoul, one might ask? 

Aether stands proudly on the sad excuse for a karaoke stage, no higher than a stair step, no bigger than queen-size mattress. He holds a beaten-up microphone in one hand, donning a pair of cheap broken sunglasses he found on an abandoned chair in the corner of the bar with the other. A raunchy beat starts over the crackly sound system, imbuing the quintessence ghoul with some alter-ego full of swagger and douchey confidence. He nods along with the opening beats, bobbing his head and nearly losing his sunglasses. 

Somehow, Cirrus and Sunshine fit on the stage alongside him. They groove with him, standing in as his backup singers and hype women. 

“Shawty got them apple bottom jeans,” Aether sings, transforming his usual voice to a more hip hop tone—well, as much as he can, being a little more than slightly inebriated. 

“Jeans!” Cirrus and Sunny echo. 

“Boots with the fur,”

“With the fur!” The girls point enthusiastically to Aether, emphasizing the lyrics that sound like a terrible alternative rapper name for the quintessence ghoul. 

“The whole club was lookin’ at her.” Aether points across the small seating area to where Dew sits at the bar, little legs dangling off the rickety stool. The fire ghoul whoops, raising his sixth or seventh glass of beer, almost toppling onto the floor in the process. He laughs and rights himself before shouting: “Sing it, baby!”

Rain giggles next to him. He hasn’t had nearly as many drinks as the others, but he’s just as drunk, living up to his lightweight water ghoul nature. He migrates towards the stage with a languid hip sway, margarita balanced between lithe fingers. His other arm swings around as Aether sings give that big booty a smack and slaps himself on the ass. Swiss isn’t far behind him, bounding up to the stage with one of his signature toothy smiles. He’s digging something out of his back pocket, moving to stand almost in front of Aether.

The multi-ghoul grooves along with the group, waiting to utilize whatever’s in his hand.

“Make it rain, I’m makin’ it snow,” Aether raps, and Swiss opens his palm to shoot confetti and mummy dust bills in his direction. The rest of the group whoops and hollers, echoed even by some of the patrons watching amusedly. 

Mountain shoots an arm out to catch Dew as he cackles, once again nearly falling off the stool.

“Than’s Mounty,” Dew slurs. He blows him a sloppy air kiss before turning his attention back onto Aether. The earth ghoul shakes his head and offers him a pat on the shoulder. 

“Sunny showed him this song, like, weeks ago,” Cumulus says to him as he returns to her side. “You know how Rain and Dew say his name when they’re sleepy? Ay-fer. She thinks it’s the cutest thing.”

“It is,” Mountain laughs, moving to stand behind her, leaning down to rest his chin on top of her head and wrap his arms around her middle. 

Cumulus chirps happily, resting her hands on top of his. “Well, she thought ‘fur’ sounded like the second half of his name, so she had to play it for him.” 

“She doesn’t regret that yet?” Mountain chuckles, head bobbing with his words as his chin stays stationary against the top of the air ghoulette’s cloud of hair. 

“By the looks of it, very much the opposite.” Sunny gives Aether a smack on the ass as if to punctuate Cumulus' point. Cirrus grabs her and pulls her ass flush to her hips, making a show of grinding on her and raising her drink up in the air. Sunny arches and shakes her ass, letting out a peal of joyous laughter. 

Mountain rumbles a laugh against Cumulus' back, sliding his hands to her waist and dipping his mouth close to her ear. "Maybe you should grind on me like that," he says as low as possible, grabbing her sides teasingly. He’s boldest when he’s got alcohol running through his veins. 

"Mountain!" she gasps, smacking him playfully on the arm.

"Oh get a room, you two," Dew whines. Mountain ignores him. Cumulus sticks her tongue out at Dew, spinning herself around in the earth ghoul’s arms to place a manicured hand on his chest. Mountain takes it in his own, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. She blushes too easily under his attention. 

“Would you like to take his advice?” Mountain asks against her hand, shifting it to kiss along her palm. Cumulus doesn’t answer; instead, she smiles wickedly and grabs him by the front of his shirt, pulling him towards the bathrooms and nearly making him trip over his own feet. 

“Gross,” Dew scoffs, tossing back the rest of his beer. He jolts at the sound of applause and whoops from across the small room, signaling the end of Aether’s performance. He fumbles the glass, just barely getting it to the edge of the bartop before he’s clapping and yelling too.

#ahaha this was so fun! #nameless ghouls #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic

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ugh, i hate making job applications... it's so frustration to write the same things over and over.

also, i hate that almost every single job requires some kind of customer service stuff. like ugh, i don't want to do that (much at least).

it's been over 5 years since i got my degree (IT stuff) and i haven't worked in that field at all. not sure if i want to work in that field. but i also don't want to study more 'cause i have no idea what i would want to study.

the struggle is real.

#silverofthunder speaks #fyi i'm gonna be 30 this year and i'm currently working as a part-time cleaner #no idea what i wanna do #don't enjoy cleaning either but it's better than nothing #been cleaning for 6 years now #i would like to do something else too #but finding other job is freaking hard

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Anyone care for a rat?

#rat!cardinal copia #cardinal copia #so cute! #ghost band fanart

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endless ghifs 14/? ⛧ source — "That you're ready to stand right here, right now..."

#phantom ghoul

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PAPA TERZO EMERITUS III

I just realized that I’ve never actually drawn Terzo, so please enjoy this silver fox version.

#terzo #ooohhhh i love - so beautiful 😍 #ghost band fanart

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#quotes

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𝓢𝓸𝓭𝓸’𝓼 𝓐𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓸 (𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓔𝓻𝓪)

It’s so impressive how he is capable of doing things like this. The man has so much potential and talent.

#damnnnn #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #ghost

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Gothic church photo by @grimvr

#aesthetic

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[x]

#they are 🥰❤️🤗 #copia #dewdrop ghoul

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day 300!!!

#cardinal copia

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writers and artists will go "this isn't good enough." my brother in christ, you're creating something new out of nothing and expressing yourself creatively. your productivity and unrealistic standards of perfection do not define you or the worth of your art. you're doing great.

#good to remember

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endless ghifs 13/? ⛧ source — "My mummy dust!"

#i can't b r e a t h e #🫠 #copia #papa emeritus iv #flashing gif

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it’s copia hours today baby

thinking about copia asleep at his desk, his biretta askew as he leans against the hard oak of his desk. the monitor from his laptop is slightly dim, light reflecting off of the grease paint on his eyes that has smeared across his crisp lines. his chest rising slowly, soft puffs of air making small wheezy noises in the silent office. thinking of his soft pink lips being slightly open, his cheeks flushed in the warmth of the furnace kicking on through the ministry, spring is barely beginning. his mustache twitching, perhaps in reaction to something he’s dreaming of, his lips coming together to purse in a small smile of satisfaction. just cardinal copia sleeping.

#❤️ #cardinal copia #ghost band headcanons

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🤔🤌

But really, why is he like that

#oh my man's thicc #papa emeritus iv #copia

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As promised, below the "Keep Reading" cut is a video of III playing the first minute-ish of Spillways by Ghost. You will see unpeeled hands and arms, an ambiguous blue tie dye death metal tshirt, the scythe necklace, the most busted Ibanez guitar you've ever seen, pre-red-dye hair, and like 3 pixels of neck. You will not see jaw, chin, cheeks, lips, nose, eyes, forehead, etc.

Ghost- Spillways (Guitar Playthru by III)

So I spent nearly 2 hours both editing this and re-watching to make sure you couldn't see III's face but could still see him actually playing the guitar (which is missing it's E string btw). I hope it was worth it 🖤

#oooh so cool #sleep token #ghost #the band ghost #spillways #collab needed! it would be great

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— play with me —

Papa Emeritus I (Primo) x Female Reader || 🔞

summary: ”You can play with me whenever you want.”

content: 1.1k words, romance, vampire!Primo, blood drinking, suggestive touching, maybe some dom/sub nuances

Oh well, what can I say? I just couldn't resist. The ending is not quite how I wanted it to be but I guess this is okay. Had fun writing this, anyway, so that's what matters. Enjoy!

It was so quiet at the Ministry library that you could have heard a needle drop to the floor. You were sitting on the armchair in one of the lounge corners, reading some old romance novel you had happened to find. The library had closed about a few hours ago but no one really cared if someone would stay there even for the whole night so you enjoyed the quiet and focused on reading. Romance wasn't usually your first choice yet you had decided to give this one a chance and the story had actually captured you pretty much right from the start. It wasn't a typical happy romance – there were some dark undertones and bittersweetness in it and it had drawn you right in. Everything was described so palpable that you could feel the thrill of the main characters when they interacted with each other.

A slight creak reached then your ears, startling you and your head shot up, gaze trying to see if there was someone else joining you. However, you couldn't see anything past the light, only darkness between and with a sigh and a shrug, you returned to reading again. Only a few sentences later, there was another sound, this time like a wind blowing and you wondered if someone had actually come and opened window for some reason. You didn't usually get scared easily but as the sound seemed to get louder, you felt your hearbeat fasten, chills running over your skin. Focusing on the words on the page seemed to be the best idea, so that your imagination wouldn't get too wild. There really wasn't any threats at the Ministry, someone was probably just messing with you.

As a pair of hands wrapped around your neck from behind soon, you stopped breathing for a second. The hands felt cool against your skin, the touch making you shiver. Gently they tilted your head and then you sensed someone leaning to spoke right into your ear. "Reading something good, cara mio?" That deep, yet soft voice with a hint of danger was enough to make you relax and you hummed in reply, your lips spreading into a smile. You turned your head, seeing Primo there, looking at you with undeniable hunger. His fingers ghosted over your neck, slowly, examining, and you knew what he was after. "Looking for a snack, perhaps?" you smirked, pulling your hair out of the way and tilting your head more to tease Primo. Primo let out a low growl, placing then a kiss right under your ear. "Wouldn't say no to a small taste," Primo said, and you chuckled. Of course he wouldn't say no.

"Go ahead, my love," you gave a permission, and Primo didn't need to be told twice as he pressed his mouth against your neck and then there was a sharp sting as his fangs pieced your skin. The pain hit soon, still feeling a bit unpleasant even though you had gone through this several times. You gasped as Primo started sucking your blood, the pain slowly subsiding as the venom numbed it. Primo moaned against your skin, sliding his other hand down to cup your breast – a good thing that you had no bra on this time – and you drew in a sharp breath, feeling the heat gathering in your core. You grabbed your thigh with your hand, fingertips digging into the clothed flesh while your other hand tightened its hold of the book. Primo caressed your breast with skilled moves, his thumb pinching your hardened nipple, your shirt only adding to the feeling, the fabric causing more friction and your breath hitched.

"You want more than blood, huh?" you managed to ask and Primo hummed into your skin, the vibrations coursing through your body. He continued sucking and caressing you for a while, and just as you could have been ready for more, he withdrew his hands and fangs, running his tongue over the spot he had bitten. "Maybe later," he now answered to your question, then taking a hold of your chin and turning your head so that he could seal your lips in a kiss. You could taste your own blood on his lips, the metallic nuance of it mixing with something more earthly. Something purely Primo. When Primo started to pull away, you tried to chase his lips and he chuckled, gently stopping you. "Always so eager," he spoke sofly, his eyes filled with satisfaction and adoration as he looked at you. "Ti amo, bella mio."

Your heart fluttered, a warm smile spreading onto your lips.

”I love you, too.”

A moment of silence passed between you and you decided to abandon the romance novel – you could always come back to it later and you probably would do so as the story was way too intriguing to leave unread. You set the book on the nearest table and stood up, approaching Primo who was watching you intensively. You stopped right in front of him, lifting your hand up and hooking your finger on the collar of his robe, giving it a light tuck.

”Did you try to scare me before coming to me?” you asked, brow quirking up. Primo shook his head but the way the corners of his mouth twitched, gave you a different message.

”It didn’t work that well.”

”Your heartbeat told otherwise,” Primo stated, smirking, and you shook your head.

”I wasn’t actually scared.”

Primo chuckled lightly and before you even realized he had you pinned against the wall, his hand around your throat. He bared his fangs, leaning closer to you and inhaling your scent.

”Apologies, my dearest,” he said, giving a quick peck on your lips. ”But I needed some thrill before having a snack.”

You weren’t surprised by that and you couldn’t blame Primo for chasing that feeling of thrill of making the prey scared. It was only natural for his kind. And considering the situation you were basically his prey, a personal supply.

”You can play with me whenever you want.”

That seemed to please Primo, the look in his eyes darkening, his hand moving from your throat and tangling in your hair. Then he kissed you hard and demanding, his free hand snaking around you and pulling you flush against him. You grabbed a handful of his robes on his sides, and when he tucked at your hair lightly, you moaned, your knees buckling.

He kissed you until you were running out of breath, only then pulling back, and searching for your gaze. You looked at him under your lashes, breathing heavily and lips tingling. There was a satisfied smile on Primo’s lips, his dark gaze now having a warmer edge as he untangled his hand from your hair and slid it under your chin.

”Oh, you really know how to please your man.”

You flashed Primo a teasing smile.

”What makes you happy, makes me happy, too.”

#evening reblog

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have you ever read a fanfic so good that you wanted to write a fanfic about that fanfic, but was too shy / too intimidated to ask for the author’s permission and too afraid that your writing wouldn’t be half as good as theirs and that it would be an insult to their work that was basically a literal masterpiece, so you just sat there fantasizing about their work and how beautiful it was and how you wished you could just eat it and how you wished canon could write your blorbos half as good as this writer did and how you just wanted to cry because you just loved that fic so much????

#if someone ever gets inspired by my work feel free to write about it #fanfiction