as a farewell to destiny, i wanted to take you all on a nostalgia trip with me.
this game came to me at a rough time in my life, and i didn’t like it at first.
i picked it back up, and fell in love with the story, the characters, the music, and the world. it’s stuck with me through everything in the last 8 years of my life, and kept me going. it changed my life. it means everything to me.
i wouldn’t swap a moment of fun, laughter, tears, and friendship for anything in the world.
i wouldn’t swap getting to experience this for anything in the world.
thank you, destiny, for changing my life.
thank you, destiny, for being the greatest game i accidentally fell in love with. 🫶🩵✨
Mountain ghoul is obsessed with boot blacking. He wants to take care of his ghouls' boots and get a little cum on his face for it. Maybe get his dick stepped on. And he does a damn good job at it too. Drives him crazy. He loves everything about it, the submission, the service, feeling small, the smell of leather, etc etc.
But who then would take care of Mountain's boots?!?! Well ok he could do it himself, but it's much more fun when someone else does it for him. Plenty of the ghouls have returned the favor to him before, but by far Rain & Aether did it the best. Rain looks so pretty on his knees for Mountain, and he knows just how to take care of him, though Rain doesnt care much for the boots. Aether was just as skilled and polishing up boots as Mountain was, but it was more of a caretaker role for Aether, not a submissive one.
Phantom tried once, and he was so enthusiastic, but did a terrible job. Sometimes Mountain let's Phantom pretend to fix up his boots just to fool around.
This was a pretty good deal for everyone. Until Storm showed up. & Storm is just as obsessed with bootblacking as Mountain is, and just as good too. Not that that was a threat to Mountain, quite the opposite really. It was kind of nice not having to take care of *everyone's* boots (though Mountain absolutely refused to let Storm touch Cirrus's boots. Her boots are for him & him alone). But what was even better though was that Storm was great at taking care of Mountain's boots. They match each other's boot freak. Mountain is more than happy to share a little if it means someone will get down on their knees and worship his boots just like he worships everyone else's.
no year zero choke but they leaned so so so close for so long i so genuinely thought it was going to happen. dew just stuck his nose way into rain’s neck
the lights hit dew a certain way during peacefield and i could see full eyes and it was scary
a lot of raintom together time
dew pretended to spit in his hand before the mummy dust jerk
rain swishy veil so much
someone in the crowd got dragged out by richie for a medical issue and when they were in the tunnel getting first aid dew walked over on his riser and blew them a kiss and threw them a pick. it was sweet (the person seemed okay once out of the crowd!!)
when phantom dropped to his knees dew was like. OVER him. not just in front of him. like stepped over phantom’s legs. i screamed
i could not see any of the other ghouls from my spot :( i saw cirrus’ tongue for a moment and it was beautiful
we started a cowbell chant for miss aurora cowbell ghoulette
people who don't know about / are choosing to ignore the Skeletá Era lore retcons are missing out on so much by not acknowledging the fact that The Ghost Project literally originated from a family of circus performers.
it literally explains so much about them. the Papas all have clown DNA and that's why they are the way that they are.
You’re messing around on your laptop when he returns to the living room, playing some computer game which eats away hours of your time without you even realising it. Your attention always falls to him one-hundred percent whenever he walks through a door, though. That’s just what your puppy does to you. You wouldn’t want to look anywhere else; he’s as much the light of your life as you are his.
Copia has just got out of the bathroom and his hair and ears are still a little wet. It’s cute, the way you can see him physically restraining himself from trying to shake the water off and accidentally soaking you - you’ve had to ask him not to do that before, and procure a towel instead.
“Hey handsome. Feel better?” you ask, and there’s no denying the way he lights up under that praise. A morning out with Marie and Tobias ended with his friend convincing him to cross a muddy field to investigate some sheep, and he’d been dying to jump into the shower when he returned.
“Yes, sì, thank you. I… eh… I wanted to ask you something.”
He’s twisting something between his hands. You put your laptop to the side and turn to face him.
“What’s up, Copia?”
“I, eh, I was going to ask if you could buy something for me?”
Many puppyboys have jobs. They tend to thrive in customer-facing roles because of their natural affinity towards socialisation, but you made it clear to Copia you would look after him, and that included financially. He has access to your credit card but this must be a specific kind of purchase if he wants to run it by your first.
“What do you need?”
You can see the red creeping up from beneath his shirt collar, advancing across his neck and face as he hands you what he’s been fidgeting with. It’s a torn-out page from a magazine and something has been circled on it.
It’s a glossy sheet full of sex toys, all specifically for puppyboys. The one he’s circled is a cocksleeve and your eyebrows raise when you read that it’s specifically designed for taking someone’s knot knot.
“You’re knotting?” you ask, softly. Copia looks like he’s about to implode with embarrassment so you offer him your hand. He takes it and you gently guide him to sit on the sofa. There’s nothing he ever needs to hide or feel ashamed about, not from you.
“I can feel it coming… ever since we first, eh, well… it’s triggered something in me, you know? I’m sure it’s going to happen and soon. I’m so sorry, tesoro, I thought I grew out of this,” he groans. You nod, comfortingly. Typically knotting is experienced in younger puppyboys, horny and in heat and desperate to plug their cum into something. As they grow up and mature it usually stops being an issue.
“Is it because you…?”
“Because I was inside you? Probably. I think it set something off,” he mutters. You embrace him and bring him into your arms, stroking his hair in a way which makes his tail begin to wag.
“I’ll buy you the toy, of course, but baby, you know I’m happy for you to knot me, right?”
He peers up at you, cautious.
“You’re sure? It can be… intense. Not all humans like it.”
“I’d like to try, maybe I will. Plus I like being close to you, puppy.”
He surges up to meet your lips, and the two of you make out on the couch for an embarrassingly long amount of time.
The next day you make sure to prep yourself in the morning, make sure you’re stretched out and prepared. You thoroughly coat a toy in lube and press it inside yourself, shifting this way and that until it sits snugly, and go about your day. When you start breakfast Copia plods in, drawn in by the sizzling of bacon, and his eyes go wide as he scents the air.
“You okay, honey?”
“You… I can smell… you’re… there’s something inside you, isn’t there?” he practically moans, eyes huge and needy. Fuck, if that doesn’t send a pang to where the toy’s seated.
“Do you need to knot now, baby?”
Copia shakes his head but bites his lip.
“No, not yet, amore mio. It hasn’t, eh, inflated. Th-thank you for asking though.”
You serve up his breakfast and watch him squirm in his seat at how uncomfortable his arousal is making him, poor little thing. You don’t want to rush him though. Instead you kiss him goodbye for the morning and head to your home office, knowing you have a meeting that you need to attend.
It’s so fun being on a video call where none of the participants have any idea you’re so lubed up that it’s leaking through your underwear. As you discuss finance figures and strategies for the next quarter, your mind flits to Copia outside, and you hope he’s doing okay. It must not be a nice feeling, to have his cock doing something so unexpected. You want to take care of him in every way you can.
Your question is answered when you break for lunch. You find him sitting on the sofa, desperately trying to push down his erection, like if he can will it to go away then it might obey. It’s soaked a wet patch in the front of his sweats and he looks on the verge of tears.
“Oh, Copia, baby…”
“Didn’t wanna disturb you,” he chokes, clutching the base of his cock through fabric, and you can see the outline of the swelling at his base. You swallow hard. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do…”
“Okay, no more of this. Do you want some relief, puppy?”
He nods so hard his ears flap.
“Good boys use their words, Copia.”
“Yes, please, wanna feel relief, wanna put my knot in you, promise it’ll be so good, I’ll be so good amore mio, per favore…”
You don’t even bother to leave the living room. You just pull your slacks off and climb on top of him. The moment that you start grinding Copia loses it, words failing his desperate tongue as he’s reduced to barks and whines. You pull down his waistband and watch his fat cock spring free, the inflation looking almost painful. It throbs along with his heartbeat, tip oozing precum in a way which looks just delicious.
“Need to be inside me?”
“Cazzo, yes, I’ll make you feel so good…”
You pull the toy out of yourself with a loud, wet noise and Copia whines, brushing his head up against your slick, welcoming entrance. It’s so easy to just slip down on him and take it all, and he throws back his head and howls and the warmth he feels envelop his cock.
You ride him hard. He deserves to know how loved he is, how his pleasure isn’t something to be ashamed of. Your eyes go wide when his hands alight on your hips and he begins to buck up in time with your rhythm, as if subconsciously seeking out a place he trusts to bury himself so intimately.
“Please, please,” he begs, staring up at you with those eyes, those eyes which have bewitched you. Ah. He needs permission.
“You can knot me, good boy,” you hum, and he tugs you down so he can hold you close as his knot pops inside you.
It’s an odd feeling, a swelling catching at your entrance and then bullying its way deep, but it’s really hot. You can see how some people might find it overwhelming - the way he cums so hard and it keeps going, more than he’s ever shot out before, and you can feel it fill you up a dizzying amount. That alone is enough to drag you over the edge with him, and you spasm around his knot which only makes his own orgasm last longer.
Copia buries his face into you, reduced to a simple mantra as he feebly thrusts his knot ever so slightly deeper, instinctually.
“Thank you… grazie… amore mio… thank you…”
You twirl his hair around your fingers.
“We can do that again. I liked it,” you whisper and he moans.
I recently liberated some pictures of Primimi and Secondo from behind a download wall. Maybe these are old news, but I've never seen them before and thought maybe y'all haven't either :]
If me undermining a download wall to share these bothers you, you should know that the photographer is an AI guy. So fuck 'im.
More below the cut (It's mostly Secondo, sorry Primo Enjoyers)
(There is a picture of Secondo on his knees ❂‿❂)
💚💜
I love you Primo Enjoyers I love my fellow Secondhoes
Trying to figure out which of the Papas like a full bush. The correct answer is all of them. All of them enjoy a full bush. I got the quarterly newsletter and it was in there. Fact.
Trick or treat!! (But with my goat primo!) (also this is so sick!! Have a very happy Halloween!!)
heads! enjoy a stroll with Primo through his garden!
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bending your head to the flowers, you watch the way the moonlight reflects off the pale petals. the perfume of the night jasmine hangs heavy in the air, a sweet scent that always lingers against your skin long after you and Primo have finished your walk together through his garden.
it’s a nightly routine at this point, a walk after dinner to help your food digest and to work off the haze of wine that clings to your senses. you love strolling through his flowerbeds when the moon is high in the sky, as many of his plants don’t reach their full bloom until night.
Primo is a creature of the night as well. he brings your hand up to his mouth and presses a feather-light kiss against your knuckles, the weathered skin of his palm resting comfortable against your own.
he delights in the concoctions he can make with his plants, the potions and poisons he can coax out of every bloom— but even more than that, he says, he loves the way you look when you stand among them. the night breeze blows through your hair and he reaches up to tuck the stray strands back into place.
I want to talk about my ghost ocs more but at the same time I have nothing for backstory stuff so it just a jumble of words. Like yessss old lady and her evil husband and they some how have 3 kids. They love each other so much
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