This Right Here Is The Truth, And The Truth Only.

I keep forgetting how much of a fucking UNIT Swiss is. I’m only like 2 inches taller than Aurora so I’m perfect tit height I’d be fucked :D (I would not mind)

i just think that-

do you wanna know how I'm doing with the knowledge I'm dews size...? NOT FUCKING OKAY

OH MY- UGH- I CANNOT- AHHHHHH

DUDE CHILL THE FUCK OUT

Heard my name 🙋 here’s my lil twat waffle

Anyone can jump on 🙌

So I decided to make one of these picrew tag game things! But in a creepy way!

Picrew

CREEPYPASTA MAKER

!!GORE WARNING, SCARY AND UNSETTLING IMAGERY AHEAD!! !!WIP, WILL BE UPDATED!! Make a Creepypasta oc. Be cringe, or don't. Just enjoy i

tags (anyone can join tho!) : @coffin--coffee @scary-friend @d3cayingdolly @cult-of-lambs

I love them and I love you

Part 4 of my Impera ghoul designs: Swiss and Mountain. These two were the hardest for me to figure out but hopefully, they turned out alright Previous designs: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Headcanons under the cut:

Mountain

During the Prequelle era he had long hair and it was occasionally braided by the ghoulettes. Once Impera came, he decided to cut it so it wouldn't get in the way while he worked (Swiss held a funeral for the loss)

Flowers grow on his horns during the spring

He wears different pants to accommodate his hooves and help him move easily while drumming, it's tailored to look like the regular ghoul uniform

His biggest weakness: Freshly waxed floors

Swiss

His eyes are hidden most of the time but the Siblings are advised not to look directly at his eyes specifically

Styles his hair in multiple ways after finding a fashion magazine

Very silent when he moves, Copia got so sick of getting jumpscared by the ghoul that he placed bells by the end of his tail. Swiss thinks it's funny and uses the bells to annoy him instead by constantly jingling them

Swiss/Multi Ghoul Headcannons?! 😱

Warnings: both sfw and nsfw, talks of weed, breeding/knotting, oral receiving/giving, switch Swiss, praise and degradation, hint of polyghouls(?)

SFW

- The first time he sees you, he just stares at you in awe. He’s taken aback by how amazing you look and the way your voice is like warm honey to his ears.

- Gives you all kinds of nicknames, cute and funny ones.

- When he asks you out for the first time, he didn’t even mean to. It just kinda, came out? He was just talking and outta nowhere he’s jus’ like; “Yeah, would you go out with me?”

- An absolute gentleman. Opens doors for you, smothers you with cheesy compliments, and makes sure you’re always happy.

- If you’re sad or just generally upset, he will pull you into his arms and hug you tight. He knows you can’t resist one of his comforting hugs, so he uses it to his advantage.

- As a multi ghoul he can possess a few different elements. Fire and Quintessence being the main two. So if you’re feeling down or just need to relax, go to his room. He’ll immediately be able to tell something if off with you. He’ll pull you in and rub warm circles into your back, using small doses of quintessence to help you relax fully.

- He loves when you’re vulnerable. He’s come up behind you and tickle you, and will not stop until you say you love him.

- If you’re sick, this man will in fact be up your ass until you feel better. Always checking in on you, making sure you’re well rested, fed, and hydrated.

- If you have longer hair, he’ll play with it for hours. Just fidgeting or actually doing your hair for an event. He loves it, and he loves that you trust him enough for him to be able to do that.

- Best smoke seshes with him. Even if others are there, his attention is mainly on you. Making sure you’re not gonna green out on him.

NSFW

- SPEAKING OF SMOKE SESHESSS- this man loves having sex high. He loves the way drool runs down your chin when you’re latched onto his cock. The way your eyes are fighting to stay open while looking up at him through those glassy eyes of yours. Just absolutely adores it.

- Definitely talks dirty in different languages. Some Jamaican and slurred Spanish is definitely said while he’s balls deep in you. You can’t say I’m wrong, end of discussion 🤷

- Big breeding kink. When it’s your first time with him, you’ll discover you can bend in ways you never thought you could bend before. He will continue ramming into you until his cum is spilling out whatever hole he’s fucking. Goes absolutely feral if you ask him to knot you, like foaming out the mouth.

- He could stay between your legs for hours. The way your thighs squeeze the sides of his head every time you reach your high has him leaking though his pants. Will edge you just to see you squirm and whimper, wether it’s for more or not. Man is addicted to the way you taste.

- He is a Switch, but is mostly dominant. All though if you ask to fuck him, he’d be all on board. On his knees, ready to take whatever you give him. Would praise you and tell you how good you make him feel, just to get you riled up. Oh, and if you degrade him he will be a puddle in your hands. Wrapped around your finger like a puppy, following every command you give him.

- If you guys end up having a threesome with one of the other ghouls it will most likely be Aether or Dew. If it were a ghoulette, it will ALWAYS be Cirrus. He loves the way Aether’s quintessence seeps into his brain, making him melt down to the floor for the two of you to use him however you please. Dew being possessive and bossy towards him, but oh so sweet to you. The way Cirrus’s fingers wrap around his throbbing cock, while your own hands roam his body. Just all too much for him.

- If you’re a ghoul preforming with them, he will tease and prod at you the entire time. Coming off of his platform to whisper into your ear, wrap his hand around your neck, “accidentally” running his hands over that sweet ass of yours which he adores so much. He can smell the arousal that seeps from you from his stage. He loves seeing you flustered in front of thousands of people.

- One of the kings of aftercare. Makes sure you’re alright and back down to the surface. Carries you to the bathroom to soak in a bath with him, gently rubbing warm circles into your lower back. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how good you did. If you’re both too tired to get up, he’ll cuddle up to you letting you know that he’s there. Just so sweet compared to how he was destroying you moments before.

- If he sees you wearing his clothes, he will lunge onto you like an animal in heat. It’s turns him on to the max to see how you look in his clothes, covered in his scent mixed with your own.

I definitely have a bit of a obsession… anyways love y’all and stay safe <3

I CANNOT BREATHE.

Tonight You’re Mine

From the kissy prompts: almost kisses interrupted by a third party (don’t forget to send me any ideas - happy to give it a try!)

On AO3 or below:

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Cirrus had the new ghoul cornered, hemmed in by Cumulus and herself, blocking his exit from the too-small dressing room he’d found himself in accidentally after the show, mistaking the door for the ghoul’s room, he’s inadvertently walked into a lion(ess)‘s den.

“Oh, look what we have here, Cir.” Cumulus laughs, bubbly but dripping with sarcastic edge.

“I see that…. It seems there’s a cock in the henhouse!” She flashes her fangs at Phantom as he blushes seven shades of lavender, hands up protectively, apologetic.

“M’sorry… couldn’t see… with… helmet. All the doors look the same.” He mutters, tripping over his words.

“I don’t know, Cumulus, I think he just wanted to catch us changing..” Cirrus coos.

“Awh, is that what you wanted, baby? You wanted to see what we got going on in here? We can help with that, of course… why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you something…” Cumulus purrs.

Phantom’s hair stands on end as his skin tingles, his brain warning him of the danger he is in. A fly in the spider’s web. The girls reeling him in as he tries to make his escape, finding himself caught in their grasp.

Before he can think, the girls have him pinned on the couch, mask off, Cumulus sitting on his lap, holding his vest by the arm holes and pulling him to her chest, pushing his face into her cleavage, shimmying to really bury him in between her breasts…

Cirrus laughs as Phantom emerges breathless and nearly purple at the points of his ears, sitting behind him holding him as he squirms, clearly embarrassed and unsure of the next move from the girls. His black hair mussed and his eyes wide, pupils blown.

Cirrus cards her claws through his wavy hair and pulls his head back leaning forward to run her fangs along his neck, up to his mouth, ready to press a hard kiss to his soft lips as he whines.

Just as she leans in, the dressing room door slams open and Swiss sticks his head in, a hand covering his eyes, but openly peeking between his fingers, “Heyyy ladies - have you seen our newbie?? I lost him somewhere…”

A pillow from the filthy couch comes sailing at Swiss as a muffled yelp echoes around the small room.

Phantom emerges from the ghoul pile on the sofa, looking extremely ruffled, shirt undone and hair sticking up everywhere.

“Ah, you found him! Great! Do you mind if I borrow him back?” Swiss teases, stepping into the room to escort Phantom out, looking him up and down, admiring the red lipstick on his throat from Cirrus.

“Ah, spoiled all our fun, Swissy.. come see us later - we’ll let you finish what he started..” Cirrus teases, snapping her teeth at Swiss.

“Wouldn’t miss it, ladies - it’s always a good time.” He says as he shuts the door.

Once back in the hall, Swiss grabs Phantom by the vest and pushes him up against the wall, nosing into his neck, scenting him… Warm golden eyes meeting lavender, Swiss leans in, whispering in Phantom’s ear…

“Couldn’t let them kiss you before I do…. Tonight, you’re mine.”

DAMN.

Kinktober - Day 19 - Hate Sex

1.4k of sort of angsty Born Under A Troubled Sign - style Mountain/Dew hate fucking. Including rough sex, improper prep, some angst, knotting, overstimulation. Could be read as dubious consent but everyone is fully aware and on board with what they're doing despite the pheromones and emotions at play.

No need to read Born Under a Troubled Sign to know what's happening. But if you haven't and you like angst you should check it out.

Dew thought this would never happen again. That Mountain would never look at him like this. That he’d never feel the calloused drag of Mountain’s hands over his ribs. That he would never feel small like this again. 

Mountain’s fingers dig in and Dew knows he should pull away. Mountain’s eyes are clouded. He’s not himself. Deep in his rut, mind fuzzy. Body driven by instinct rather than heart and Dew knows deep in his bones that if Mountain was thinking clearly he wouldn’t do this. 

And so, Dew should stop him. Should grab Mountain by the wrists before his hands slide any higher. Before rough thumbs pass over his nipples, hook into the rings there, pull until Dew gasps. 

Dew should stop him but he doesn’t. He’s hard. Mountain’s knee is pressed tight between his legs, and Dew’s rolling his hips up against Mountain’s thigh with very little thought. He hasn’t been pinned beneath this big body in months. Hasn’t smelled him like this, looked at him like this. And Dew doesn’t want to stop. 

Not when Mountain is gazing down at him with lust blown eyes. An expression Dew thought he lost to his own bad choices. His chest constricts, heart hurting in his chest, but he can’t stop. Won’t. He wants it, needs it. 

“Mount,” he whispers. Hoping that Mountain can break free of this spell himself. That Dew doesn’t have to be the one to stop it because he doesn’t trust himself. If he talks to Mountain enough. Reminds him who is pinned beneath him, maybe he’ll back off on his own. It’ll probably break Dew’s heart but that’s nothing new. 

“Mountain,” he tries again. Reaching up to cup Mountain’s face between his hands, to force the bigger ghoul to look at him–really look at him. Mountain snarls at him, teeth bared. He shakes out of Dew’s grip. 

And Dew feels the gravity of what is really happening set in. Mountain knows. Of course he does. Even fucked up on pheromones he can’t forget. He knows and he’s still thumbing over one of Dew’s nipples. Still pressing his thigh tight to Dew’s aching cock. 

Dew doesn’t know if the tightening in his chest is joy or dread. He presses a palm to the back of Mountain’s neck, holds on. Fingers stroking into the soft baby hairs there. Familiar. Like he’s finally come home. 

“It’s just this once,” Mountain grits out. Fumbling with his zipper. Reaching for Dew’s so he can pull them off of Dew’s skinny hips. It’s all moving so fast. Dew can’t quite catch up. Mind hazy from the scent of Mountain’s rut. From the way it feels to be under him again–he can’t hope to get himself on level ground. 

“Just let me,” Mountain continues. “Just once. I need it–I need–”

Dew nods. Hauling himself up to nose at Mountain’s neck. To fill himself on the scent of evergreen and juniper. He presses open mouthed kisses over Mountain’s skin, salty with sweat. 

“Just this once, Mount.” 

Dew wonders if Mountain knows it’s a lie. If they’re both just lying to themselves and each other about what this is going to do to them. It won’t make it better. He thinks they’ll probably do this again. Denial coursing through both of their bodies as they ruin each other. 

Mountain flips Dew over. Dew has no say in it. One moment he’s on his back and the next his face is in his own pillow. Mountain holds him down with a palm between his shoulderblades. He doesn’t have to. But Dew isn’t going to tell him that–he likes how it feels too much. To be held down. For Mountain to be a little rough with him, demanding. His stomach clenches, dick kicking between his legs, drooling precum onto the sheets. 

Mountain makes a gut punched sound as he spreads Dew open and finds him dripping with slick. Dew mirrors it when Mountain runs his finger through it. Smearing it over Dew’s already twitching hole. Pressing in with one finger just a little. Dew keens into the pillow. “Still so wet.” 

Dew doesn’t know how Mountain can talk like this. Fucked up as he is on his rut. Dew can’t form words. Not when Mountain is working him open. Pressing two fingers in to the third knuckle and scissoring them apart. 

“So warm,” Mountain says, reverence coloring his tone and Dew flushes, hiding his face in his pillow as he whimpers. He feels like he’s the one in heat. Rocking back against Mountain’s fingers, desperate for something else that sounds like a compliment. “Bet you’re still just as tight too.” 

Dew hiccups. Rolling his hips back as Mountain pets his fingers over Dew’s prostate. “Satanas, fuck Mountain just fuck me already. End this.” 

Before everything Mountain would have chided him for that. Even in a rut he always was level-headed enough to be gentle. But Dew doesn’t get that luxury this time. Mountain laughs at him, low and cruel and then his fingers are gone. Replaced by the blunt head of his cock. Pushing in. It’s a stretch, even with Dew’s copious slick. The burn isn’t unpleasant. It doesn’t hurt so much as it does overwhelm. Dew digs his teeth into his pillow. Ripping holes in the fabric. He’ll have to get a new one. He doesn’t care. 

Mountain’s fingers dig into his hips. He’ll have bruises. He’s glad for it. Knows he’ll replay this, dig his own fingers into those marks and cum about it later. Mountain doesn’t so much thrust as he does use Dew to fuck himself. Pushing and pulling the little ghoul. Dragging him up and down the bed as he pulls him onto his cock. Grunting and swearing as Dew bears down on him and wails each time Mountain bumps against his prostate. 

“Mount–touch me.” Dew’s lost to it, realizes it as the words tumble out of his mouth. He’s somewhere else–another time. Each rough thrust driving sense further and further away from him. 

“Touch yourself,” Mountain growls. Giving up on using Dew as a toy and snapping his hips forward. Driving Dew up the bed until his horns gouge into the headboard.

Dew hiccups on a sob and shoves his hand down between them. Getting a fist around his cock. Hot and twitching in his hand. Pre dribbling over his fingers. Each of Mountain’s thrusts fucks his dick into his own fist. He twists his hand up by the head the way Mountain always did for him. 

For a minute, Dew’s not sure he’ll cum at all, no matter how hard he is. Each of Mountain’s thrusts seeks to overwhelm, to claim. It’s too much. Dew can’t muddle through the sensations to find the right ones. But then his orgasm is roaring up on him. Unexpected. Dragging through his veins like electricity until he’s wailing with it. Shooting boiling hot over his own knuckles. Clenching down hard on Mountain, more slick drooling out of his hole as Mountain fucks him with abandon.  The edge of his knot bumping against Dew’s rim, pushing in a little further each time. Dew sags. Tears biting at the corner of his eyes. Body gone boneless as Mountain rails him. Cock twitching valiantly between his legs as Mountain abuses his prostate. It really is too much now, and Dew is about to say as much when Mountain shoves his knot in. Dew sobs with it–the sound drown out by Mountain’s growl as he cums. Holding Dew tight to him. Cock twitching and spitting deep inside of Dew’s body. 

Time suspends, stretches, as they both pant. Dew’s throat burns. Body sore and satisfied but mind racing. Fingers clenched tight in his sheets. Afraid to move, afraid to look at Mountain and see hatred on his face even after all of this. 

Mountain sits back on his haunches and pulls Dew with him. Almost sitting him on his lap except for how Dew stays hunched over. 

Mountain reaches down, he strokes some of Dew’s hair out of his face so he can see him. Tucking golden locks behind his ear with gentleness that makes Dew’s chest ache. 

“Sorry,” Mountain whispers. “I should have been–”

Dew shakes his head. “Don’t.”  Mountain goes quiet. He lets Dew slump back to the bed. He pets Dew’s spine with slow soothing strokes that make the burning in Dew’s throat worse. He’s exhausted, fucked out, hazy. He wants to reach up and pull Mountain down with him. Wants to spoon while they wait for Moutnain’s knot to go down. He doesn’t. That feels more intimate than this. It’s a thing for people who actually like each other.

Tears well in Dew’s eyes. He bites back a sob and promises himself he won’t cry until Mountain’s gone.

In case anyone (me) needed the video of Swiss spitting on his rainshaker zoomed in and in slow motion...

UUGHRJFJ IM SO NORMAL I SWEAR-

(any position.)

Swiss is literally huge omg I promise I’m normal about him

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