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First comment gets a one card reading.

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yea i got no cute little caption for this one here's the full version have fun

#>:)

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Lil WIP of phantom getting his hair pulled under the cut

Who should be pulling it?

#droolin over this #ah god ah jeeze

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Stares at that card reading thing but feels someone else needs it more 👁️👁️

I'm gonna do these a few times a week! snag it if you want it.

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@kkaisarion: #it's like they're kissing across someone's cock i mean mic i mean cock i mean m–

how do we feel about sliding copia's cock right in between there?

𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒎

explicit. 589 words.

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Know you’re stressed. Us too. 

Let us take the edge off. 

And that’s how Copia eventually found himself thrust between the lips of his two guitarists; biting into his knuckles to stifle the unbecoming sounds falling from his lips, a haze of weed smoke pleasantly clouding his anxious mind, and sunk deep into a plush (miraculous for a hotel) armchair that the two ghouls unceremoniously plopped him into after they started pawing at him over his clothes. 

What a sight they are together. Poised just like they are sometimes onstage, leaning in close for backup vocals, but instead of a microphone, their lips close the distance to kiss across his cock, messily making out along the shaft. It’s sloppy, full of saliva and tongue. Full of sidelong glances through droopy eyes, lazy smirks shared between the two that make his balls twitch. 

Dew kneads at his thigh. “Could fuck you, if you wanted.” The suggestion sends a zing of dizzy pleasure up Copia’s spine, and he almost draws blood from his fist. The fire ghoul noses into the close cropped hair at the base of his cock, looking up at him with a siren stare of molten copper. Alluring. Striking confidence despite the warmth on his face from the weed. Copia’s also struck with the amusing image of a wide-eyed cat stalking its prey. 

“Or,” Aether pipes up, moving to kiss the slender head of his cock. His hand sneaks out to Dew’s ass, wrapping around the base of his tail and tugging. Copia watches his eyes roll back as he moans into his groin, arching into the quint ghoul’s touch. “Could give you a little show.” He pets down the length of Dew’s ashen hair, pulls at the ends. “If you wanted.” 

“Hah–shit,” he gasps, nearly bucking into the warmth of Aether’s mouth. Dew slides his lips down to his balls, and he has to hide his face in his hands lest he cum just from the sight of him sucking them in. 

“Let us see,” he whines in protest, reaching up to tug weakly at Copia’s elbow. 

Aether hums in agreement. “Don’t hide, Papa.”

He wheezes out a laugh, delirious and wholly out of his mind. “You two will be the fucking death of me,” he groans. 

“Gonna cum like this, huh?”

“Cazzo, ti prego,” he groans. 

“Think that means yes, please, Aether, shove my cock down your throat so I can cum in it,” Dew mumbles into the seam of his balls. Bastard of a ghoul. Copia silently curses his brother posthumously for always picking the pretty, silver-tongued ones. 

“Always so mean to your Papa–ah!” He can’t finish his chiding, because Aether, indeed, swallows down most of his cock in one go, his nose just brushing against Dew’s where they meet at the base. The smaller ghoul trills and rubs the tips of them together, fluttering his lashes up at the anti-pope. All at once he feels like a mouse trapped in a corner by two fanged beasts ready to pounce. Already easy to feel that way with his ghouls in a half-glamoured state, but the way they look at him at this moment makes his stomach burn too deliciously. 

Aether starts to suck, hollowing out his cheeks to take him base to tip, over and over. Snaking his hand into Dew’s hair to press him right into Copia’s taint.

“C’mon, Papa, we’ve got you,” Aether slurs around his tip. Dew moans his agreement, vibrations from his voice causing his thighs to jump. “Just let go.”

please consider reblogging ♡

#drooling over this forever and ever #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #papa emeritus iv

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saint may i trouble u for somethin quick rough and nasty idc which ghouls or how or what or why their fuxkin but im obsessed w ur writing please and thank u 🙏

Dew can't breathe. There's no hand on his throat, no palm covering his mouth, but his knees are folded up to his ears and Ifrit is an imposing, impossible figure above him, pressing in and knocking the air from his lungs with every thrust. Mouth parted, looking dazed. Intense and relentless is a nice look on him, even if that's the only nice thing about him for the time being.

Dew has some hair sticking to the corner of his mouth, his sweaty forehead. His nerves feel oversensitive, his body aches already, and he isn't sure what he says please for. Not sure what he's asking, but it feels correct to say, a soft puff of air knocked from him with a particularly nasty roll of Ifrit's hips. His hands press ineffectively against Ifrit's broad chest, clawing at him as the angle lets him drill against a sensitive spot inside. It's so good and Ifrit won't let him forget it. The irritation from that will be a problem for future him, and he'll roll his eyes and play stupid when Ifrit dares to call him out later, telling him he knows he's the best he's had and that it's so obvious he needs it again. Needs to be put in his place, because the others are too nice to him. Too kind, too loving. The others don't understand the ways in which Dew needs to be fucked brainless.

"Please?" Ifrit mocks. "What more could you want?"

Ifrit buries himself deep, holds himself in, leans in further and Dew's sure he can feel him in his throat. Arms bracketing him, boxing him in. Not that he has any leverage like this, but even if he wasn't folded up to be used, ankles over his shoulders, he still wouldn't be able to wriggle away if Ifrit's on him. He's possessed, thoroughly and inescapably, and he'll have the bite marks and bruises to show for it when he's finally finished using him. He will ache, he will wince, and nothing will ever feel as good as when Ifrit uses him like an object.

"Please," Dew wheezes again, and knows his cock is leaking a spot of pre onto his belly. Knows that each thrust he gets is moving him, smearing the wet spot around his skin, cock trapped between their stomachs. He can finish from this. It's barely enough friction on his dick, but it's enough with how keyed up he is, which how perfectly Ifrit nudges inside him right there. The sum of it all is enough, the helplessness, the cruelty. "Use- me, make me, c'mon, make me cum."

Ifrit adjusts enough to where he can lean all his weight onto one arm, freeing the other to grab Dew's face. Thumb digging into one cheek, fingertips into the other, forceful and aggressive and squeezing, squishing his face. Reflexively, Dew's hands fly to his arm, though not to pull it away. To anchor. Ifrit's eyes burn into his, brow knit together, staring at him like he can see more than anyone else. Something secret and shamefully weak.

"I'm fucking you until I'm done," Ifrit warns, voice dark and low. "You don't want to cum early." Dew nods, eyes wide, and Ifrit drags out slow and then slams back in. Fucks a pathetic whimper out of him. Repeats. The hand on his face is painful. He has to look stupid. "Yeah? You wouldn't want to take my cock all sensitive like that, would you?" Each snap of his hips makes Dew's eyes struggle to focus, little toes curling. "That'd be awful for you," Ifrit grunts, throbbing hard when he pauses before drawing out again. "All used up and cryin' for me. Be a fucked up thing for you to want."

Dew nods again as best he can with his face being gripped the way it is.

"Please," he says again, weak.

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #dew ghoul #ifrit ghoul #dewdrop/ifrit #fire ghoul #ifrit/sodo #ifrit/dew #ifrit x dewdrop #ifrit x sodo #ghost headcanons #ghost fic #ghost fanfiction

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miasma do u have forcefem thoughts 👀

It's the tail end of his lunch break in the infirmary when Aether's phone vibrates against his thigh, a quick double buzz. He brushes sandwich crumbs from his hands and tie, licks a stray drop of basil mayo from the corner of his mouth while he pulls the device from his pocket. Aether straightens his glasses just as the screen lights up again, a pair of texts greeting him.

🦇: got a surprise for u 🦇: think ur gonna like it

Aether quirks an eyebrow. It's the middle of the night where they all are, if his math is right, and knowing Aeon that surprise could be damn near anything. He starts tapping out a response when the three dots telling him Aeon's typing pop up, and he pauses.

🦇: maybe wait til ur alone to open it

Another message follows a second later, a video file, and Aether blinks at the screen until its preview image loads. The pale visage of a slender back, decorated with thin straps of shimmering fabric, and a hand he recognizes as Aeon's resting between their shoulder blades. At first glance Aether thinks it's Aurora on the screen, dressed in one of her lovely little camisoles and arching under Aeon's touch. His dick gives an interested twitch at the idea - a pleasant surprise indeed.

But then his eyes drift upward, expecting cotton candy curls only to find long strands of ashy blonde instead, and his cock downright throbs.

"Oh, Lucifer."

Heedless of Aeon's warning, Aether smashes his thumb to the screen and shifts in his squeaky office chair while the video loads. Immediately rests his free hand over his crotch when it opens up to Aeon and Dew standing in a hotel bathroom, Aeon recording their reflection from where he stands behind the smaller ghoul. Dew's leaning over the sink in what is definitely one of Aurora's lovely little camisoles - shiny gold satin with shimmery lace across the bodice and two sets of crisscrossed straps. It hangs noticeably loose around Dew's chest, and Aether squeezes himself. Does it again when Dew leans in close to the mirror, swaying just a little while he uncaps a tube of candy red lipstick. Aeon moves the phone closer to the mirror, his other hand sliding around Dew's slight waist, and Aether thinks he's never been so jealous.

"Smile for the camera, pretty girl," Aeon coos, leaning in to nuzzle his messy bun. "Say hi to daddy."

Aether chokes when he says it, and stops breathing entirely when Dew tips his gaze towards the reflection of the phone. When he fixes Aether with a smile that lets his tongue poke through his teeth.

When he blinks and Aether catches the faintest swirls of lilac decorating his amber irises, the rush of heat to his gut is nothing short of paralyzing.

"Hi daddy."

Dew trills it in the soft, shy way that always wrecks Aether the most, makes him stupid and possessive. The little ghoul applies the lipstick with an unskilled hand, a messy swipe over lips that have clearly been sucked on for a while, and Aether wants nothing more than to to see it smeared all over his fat, heavy -

"Aether?"

A sharp rap on the door makes Aether jump in his seat, fumbling the phone and wincing when it clatters to the ground.

"Y-yes?" When did his throat get so dry? Aether takes a quick swig of his now-cold lunchtime tea. He grabs his phone and turns the screen off before he can see any more of Dew in that state. "Uh - what is it?"

"Brother Angelo is in Exam 2," one of the human nurses calls through the door. "Slammed his fingers in the chapel doors again."

"Be right there," he calls, but his eyes remain glued to the dark surface of his phone. The image of Dew's painted lips dances through his mind, and Aether can't help himself. "Just a minute."

He turns the phone back on the moment her footsteps retreat, palms his cock where it sits thick and pulsing at his hip. He's greeted by the groan-inducing sight of Dew leaning back against Aeon's bare chest, head tilted so the other ghoul can mouth at his elegant neck. Aeon hits a good spot and Dew reaches a hand back to grab at his hair, sucks air through his teeth, and Aether leaks into his boxer briefs.

Aeon unlatches after a few seconds, nuzzling Dew's jaw while he looks into the camera. The hand on the little ghoul's hip glides over his stomach, drags the fabric just high enough for Aether to get the tiniest glimpse of the purple lace covered bulge between his legs.

"Tell daddy what you came to me for, Dew," Aeon lilts, nipping at his ear. "Tell him why you're all dressed up."

Dew sighs, lifts his head just enough to look at the camera. There isn't enough quintessence in him to make him look woozy or lost - just enough to act as a confidence boost, Aether imagines. That's what Dew usually asks for when he wants to be treated like the pretty little thing he is.

The lipstick makes him look like a whore and Aether would worship the ground he walked on.

"Because I want you to fuck my pussy," Dew breathes, that wide mouth stretching into a lascivious grin. "And I want daddy to watch."

It's less than ten seconds before Aether's pulling his cock through his zipper and shooting a fat load directly into the trash can, stomach clenching and thighs twitching. It leaves him dizzy for a solid thirty seconds afterwards, the ghoul idly fidgeting with his softening length while he recovers.

He shakes himself, huffs out a disbelieving chuckle before he tucks his still sensitive dick away and stands. Hums to himself while he washes his hands in his small sink, tossing the paper towel he dries with over his mess. Aether straightens his coat and steels himself to go deal with Brother Angelo for the third time this month. He grabs his phone from the desk and turns to leave, but before he does Aether decides he needs to see one more thing. He pulls the video up one more time and -

One minute and thirteen seconds.

He'd made it barely a single minute in before needing to empty his balls. Aether can hardly believe it. Well, no, he can absolutely believe it. Dew regularly manages to dismantle him like this, it's just never been from a distance. Never been recorded. Mostly he can't believe that he has six hours left of his shift before he can watch the remaining -

Twenty five minutes?

Aether's going to give them both anything they want when they get back, he swears it.

#chomping on this #forcefem my beloved #miasma my beloved

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Pls consider this: Aeon wandering out of the hotel bathroom in a baggy t-shirt and the panties and nothing else and Swiss just makes the stupidest strangled little "g u h" noise bc he's already halfway there

Probably drops his phone on his face and accidentaly sends a keysmash to Dew who now knows exactly what's going on over there

It's the nonchalance that gets him. The easy, carefree way Aeon leaves the steam and pads across the floor to shove the worn clothes he'd taken off into his suitcase. Reclined against a stack of pillows, Swiss barely looks up from his phone to tell Aeon Dew wants to meet them in the lobby to head out for drinks in a half hour, then back to the screen, then right back up to Aeon again. It takes him a moment to realize what he's wearing, helped along by a hands above the head big stretch, letting the shirt ride up to expose-

"Lace, huh?" Swiss asks, trying to sound as casual about it as Aeon is acting. Like he isn't parading around to get a reaction. Like he's just happened to put them on, for no reason other than he needed something to wear. He sets the phone down on the bedspread and tilts his head, considering. "And is that my shirt?"

The curve of Aeon's cheek as he smiles is visible in his profile.

"Need it back?" Aeon asks, turning, hair still wet and in his face. He takes the few steps to sit half-on, half-off the edge of the bed right beside him, and does his best impression of innocent and oblivious. Keeps the tone pitched up at the end, eyebrows raised. It could all be mistaken as sincere, if it wasn't for the glint in his eyes. Or for Swiss's familiarity and encouragement of these particular theatrics. "Sorry," Aeon says, giving him a small smile and pushing the hair back off his face, the shock of white at the hairline more unruly than the rest, immediately falling back into his face. "Should've asked."

With a sigh, Swiss reaches out and tugs at the hem.

"This what you're wearing out?" The blue cotton has dark spots where water droplets have fallen from tendrils of hair. Of course he's not, it's all to get attention because there's no way he possesses the ability to ignore the too-big shirt hanging on his lanky frame.

"'Course," Aeon says, still smiling. Fabric between his fingers, Swiss pulls on the shirt, dragging it up and exposing the black lace panties stretched over his hips. "Those too," he adds.

"That so," Swiss murmurs, sitting upright properly in order to shove over a little closer. Touching the hem of the shirt isn't enough. It's much better to slide his hand up Aeon's skinny thigh, and trace the top of the panties with his fingertips, a ticklish little line across his belly before hooking two fingers over the band. Aeon leans back on a locked elbow to give Swiss extra room to feel. Easier access, really. The bulge of his cock, soft but accentuated under the tight fabric isn't something Swiss can ignore and accept. It takes concentrated effort to look away from the skin and back to Aeon's face, still holding the pleased, innocent features.

"Sure," Aeon says easily. Swiss hums thoughtfully, and snaps the elastic back against Aeon's skin. Despite best efforts, he sees the small twitch of surprise. He repeats the motion, and then brushes over his cock, settling a heavy hand onto the meat of his thigh.

"Sure? I'd hate to see you uncomfortable," Swiss says, giving his leg a squeeze. The moment of hesitation and the swallow from Aeon are the first cracks in the casual facade. He leans in a little closer, as if sharing a secret. "You fidget. Everyone'll know."

Aeon goes all pink at that last comment.

"No they won't," Aeon says, quiet, as Swiss rubs up his leg, down to his knee, back up again. The skin breaks into gooseflesh in the wake of his touch. "Not if I sit still."

Swiss stares intently at him while he brings his hand to cup Aeon through the thin fabric, giving him a gentle squeeze that makes him blink rapidly and take a long, deep breath in.

"You won't," Swiss says. Heat is pooling in his stomach now, the first beginning flickers of arousal. He continues to massage Aeon's cock, feeling it begin to twitch to life. Rhythmic, even touches. No need to bring up that Swiss won't be able to handle himself knowing Aeon's wearing them, let alone his shirt. Aeon, wearing something pretty for him out and about; he'd be trying to get Aeon to sit in his lap, he knows. Hold his hips and pull him into his lap and make everyone else roll their eyes and tell them to at least try to be subtle in public. Or he'd throw caution to the wind and pull him into a toilet stall and grope him until he cums in them and has to struggle through the rest of the evening out in wet pants.

"Then you have a half hour to get me out of these and into something else," Aeon says. Swiss looks at the blush on his face, his parted lips and the cute smile that plays on the corners. And then naturally he thinks of the way the blush will deepen and the smile will go slack and pained when Swiss jerks him off hard and fast and he's leaning against the stall door heavily while he tries to stay upright. He gropes and draws fingertips down to the head of his clothed cock, and focuses all his attention, tickling it. Aeon groans. He can't help the answering throb.

"Nah," Swiss says, and kisses Aeon's cheek. "Go on and get dressed."

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon/swiss #swiss/phantom #swisstom #swiss/aeon #swiss x aeon #swiss x phantom #ghost fanfiction

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Is there any prerequisite if someone wants to start learning tarot? How does one begin the learning journey?

The prerequisite is just having an interest! Don't listen to superstition, you can buy your own deck. It doesn't need to be gifted. Find a deck that has artwork you connect with, and keep a tarot journal.

#st-speaks #tarot talk

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Me: I'm a ~serious artist~.

The art in question:

This was a gift for @miasmaghoul . Just a bronze dick.

#Idk guys #st-speaks

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Popping back here for a moment because I wanted to thank everyone and offer a quick explanation.

At the beginning of January, I got covid really bad and ended up with a truly insane ER bill after needing to get my heart checked out. I've been dealing with long covid now for two months that's only just easing up after a course of steroids and time; my body has, to put it bluntly, been significantly fucked up. For a while i was sleeping between 9 to 15 hours a day, and then not at all because of pain. I was entirely unable to look for work up until recently. Fortunately, it looks like I've finally locked something down.

I'm beyond floored and grateful for the kindness I've been shown, and I'm not sure I can fully express what the generosity means to me. It was a really supportive and selfless thing, and I have a lot of feelings ranging from a little shame to a lot of love.

Huge thank you, from the bottom of my heart and with all my being. You have no idea the amount of stress this took off of my shoulders. It's not much, but I would like to return the kindness for anyone who donated; please reach out about either a 3k fic, or a 1/2 hour live tarot reading.

Thank you.

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hi! i was never a big name, but i got chewed up and spit out by the ghost fandom as well a couple years back. leaving was one of the best things i did for myself. you'll find your crowd, friend. i found mine. you deserve peace of mind too 🖤

Sometimes the internet is a weird place. It happens!

I'm just gonna take a little breather and focus on some real life stuff. But I'll be back with more fic very soon!))

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Hey big solidarity from someone also incredibly jaded by the community because of the growing entitlement and calls for conformity in people's personal canon ✌️if you need to take a break, then highly recommend you do so, cause enjoying your sandbox is way more important than pleasing people who want to file off the edges of everything you make

Very true! Overall I've taken a step back, and that means I'm missing a lot of stuff, especially since Tumblr notifications haven't been working consistently for me. I'm trying to keep up with stuff, and I hope nobody takes it personally if I miss things, because it's not my intention. But I'm kind of over it right now. I'm gonna keep writing and post it at some point, but after today, see ya when I see ya.

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Don't leave Tumblr :(

Honestly the amount of entitlement and harassment is making it not worth it anymore. I have some more things I want to write, but it's gotten to the point where so much of the fun is sucked out of it l, the amount of time and interest I have in participating is waning.

There's a lot of great, wonderful things about it, but the weird shit I get is a little insane. Most of it I don't mention and delete, but if this is the way it's going, why would I want to engage? So many people have been run off, I'm not sure why the lesson hasn't been learned. Everyone needs to take a step back and look at how they're treating each other.

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i love that the other anon said that as if ppl on twitter like ANYTHING lmfao sorry you're getting annoying anons ! sending u good vibes !

Every day I inch closer to deleting everything and moving on with my life.

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You came up with the name?

Everyone is entitled to their opinion and I have so many more things going on in my life I cannot imagine being upset about people liking the name or not.

The fact anyone is upset about it at all is wild. Relax, take a breath, touch grass. It ain't that deep.

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People on Twitter don't like the name Aeon.

How does this affect me?