@thebandghostofficial

Dew doesn’t have the brain cells to understand but he’s trying his best

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ant nuts and them promptly passes out because their blood sugar was low

this is so real

they scare the absolute shit out of swiss who immediately convinces himself that he fucked ant to death

they come to still naked and covered in their own cum with aether, mountain and an equally naked swiss standing over them

aether taking their vitals and holding a cold cloth to their head, mount smiling holding a plate w honey toast and a cup of juice next to his leg, and swiss gripping their hand for dear life, tears streaming down his face

“hey team, can i uh get a towel… pls”

I’m working on some!

The queue is looking a little empty at the moment.

We hope you’re all planning to post some rawking fanart this week!

- A Nameless Ghoul

papa loves his ghoulettes

c:  @ghulehnyx

IM GETTING A PLUSHIA

@/imcreaming in TikTok

THIS. This is so important. It’s okay to miss Aether, but Chris had no control over it and again, the only permanent member is Tobias. They are hired musicians and performers, they aren’t members of the band.

And it’s actually scary how quickly people found out the new ghouls’ identities. The point is to remain anonymous, and of course people go digging through everything finding out these people’s identities in 2 fucking seconds flat???

Look at that lean back into Phantom 🫠

I think we may have double trouble incoming

Ok I need to go to sleep but here, slut (affectionate) has new moves.

The two scenes that inspired the rest of the trilogy in mine:

Golden eyes. A gracious heart. Beautiful blood. Blood. Blood. The sharp taste of blood in my mouth, my nose. I could feel the sticky blood on my hands. Slowly, agonizingly, I began to remember fragments of what I’d lost. Pain. Someone had a knife. Was it me? Blood. Fear.

Pain.

The worst pain I’d ever felt concentrated right in between my ribs. I resisted the urge to scream out, and somehow through the thick haze of agony and confusion, I could start to hear voices.

And

It was all a lie. A beautifully created lie, one that only could have been weaved by Athena or Arachne. And I’d believed every second of it. Of course I had, he had played into every single one of my insecurities, building me up before subtly, ruthlessly, tearing me back down again. After all, they say the higher you climb the harder you fall.

I feel like every writer has created whole stories before around just that one specific scene that they thought of and really wanted to write. Sometimes I wonder what those scenes were for my favourite stories.