Everything grows. Everything dies.

Quicklime Ghoul. Groundskeeper and gardener at the church of Ghost. // Ghost ask and RP blog. Do not follow or interact if under 18. Blog contains NSFW subjects and imagery.

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[cultivatedgrounds]

🐱= My muse’s past pets

"Hmm... Well, I don't really remember any pets I had back home in Norway, before the church..."

He scratched his beard, trying to remember the names of the hundreds of pets, domestic and feral, that he's had over the years working here. Where to begin...

"Due to the nature of my job, no pun intended, I end up caring for many animals. I've taken care of four stray cats named Wynken, Blynken, Nod, and Chuck."

"I've had tanks full of toads and salamanders, one of which was even a hellbender, so Lucifer knows how it ended up in a forest in Sweden. I did my best for him, though. His name was Hunky Punk."

"I also raised a baby deer once! I still see her wandering the grounds with her husband sometimes. Her name is Celeste and her husband is Orion."

"Back in my early days as a ghoul, I raised a baby skunk and a baby raccoon. They were my pride and joy. Their names were Jen and Jan. I only wish my pets could live as long as ghouls do..."

He trails off and wipes a tear from his eye.

"I do miss them."

[cultivatedgrounds]

You look like you’ve been working quite hard there doll, maybe you need a bit of a break?

“Yeah…”

He sighs and wipes his brow. Even with the chill in the air, when you’re working outside all day, you can’t help but break a sweat.

“I’d love to, but… I’d feel bad. Am I even… allowed breaks?”

[devildoctor]

He gives a small purr from behind his mask. “Most certainly, the church may be large but you aren’t the only one tasked to care for its landscape.”

He moved to stroke along Quicklime’s arm. “At least you should treat yourself to one.”

[cultivatedgrounds]

Quicklime blushes and smiles sheepishly.

"I... I guess I... could."

He clears his throat.

"Have we, uh... met? Before?"

[cultivatedgrounds]

You look like you’ve been working quite hard there doll, maybe you need a bit of a break?

"Yeah..."

He sighs and wipes his brow. Even with the chill in the air, when you're working outside all day, you can't help but break a sweat.

"I'd love to, but... I'd feel bad. Am I even... allowed breaks?"

[cultivatedgrounds]

Excuse me, is there a ladder I can borrow? I was supposed to go apple-picking, only I didn't realize the trees were quite so tall! --Strega

“Absolutely! Give me just a moment.”

Quicklime retreats to his shed for a few minutes. He returns carrying the tallest ladder he owns.

“Will this work? I know those trees can get pretty tall. Some can be reached with a step stool, and others need a goddamn fireman’s ladder. I think this one should be just about tall enough to reach the tallest of the orchard.”

[stregasbookofshadows]

“Oh, thank you so much!” Strega smiles at the groundskeeper, then looks at the ladder he has brought out with something that isn’t exactly despair, but speaks of her not having thought this through completely. “I should’ve asked Aether to come get the ladder while I set up the picnic things,” she mumbles under her breath.

She grabs hold of the ladder, lifting it experimentally, then sighs. She hates ever coming across as the helpless female, especially here, but she’s painted herself into a corner. “Perhaps something smaller, so I can carry it myself? I don’t think we were planning to pick all the apples today.”

[cultivatedgrounds]

Quicklime turns red and takes back his ladder

“I’m so sorry! I hope I didn’t offend you…”

He returns the ladder back to it’s home in his shed and returns with a tall, but light, wooden ladder.

“Is this one better for you? It’s a bit shorter, but it’s much lighter. Again, my apologies…”

[stregasbookofshadows]

“Oh, goodness, no! I should have been more specific with my question.” Strega blushes, as well, then smiles as he returns with something much more manageable for her. “Thank you, this should be perfect. I’ll be certain to bring you some apples when I return the ladder…unless you’d prefer a pie. Or some cider if I can find enough space in the kitchen to press them.”

[cultivatedgrounds]

"That would be wonderful! I would love that. Anything you could make out of the apples would be a wonderful gift. Thank you."

He smiles and bows his head in appreciation.

"Thank you very much, uh.... ah, I didn't catch your name."

[cultivatedgrounds]

Excuse me, is there a ladder I can borrow? I was supposed to go apple-picking, only I didn't realize the trees were quite so tall! --Strega

“Absolutely! Give me just a moment.”

Quicklime retreats to his shed for a few minutes. He returns carrying the tallest ladder he owns.

“Will this work? I know those trees can get pretty tall. Some can be reached with a step stool, and others need a goddamn fireman’s ladder. I think this one should be just about tall enough to reach the tallest of the orchard.”

[stregasbookofshadows]

“Oh, thank you so much!” Strega smiles at the groundskeeper, then looks at the ladder he has brought out with something that isn’t exactly despair, but speaks of her not having thought this through completely. “I should’ve asked Aether to come get the ladder while I set up the picnic things,” she mumbles under her breath.

She grabs hold of the ladder, lifting it experimentally, then sighs. She hates ever coming across as the helpless female, especially here, but she’s painted herself into a corner. “Perhaps something smaller, so I can carry it myself? I don’t think we were planning to pick all the apples today.”

[cultivatedgrounds]

Quicklime turns red and takes back his ladder

"I'm so sorry! I hope I didn't offend you..."

He returns the ladder back to it's home in his shed and returns with a tall, but light, wooden ladder.

"Is this one better for you? It's a bit shorter, but it's much lighter. Again, my apologies..."

[cultivatedgrounds]

Excuse me, is there a ladder I can borrow? I was supposed to go apple-picking, only I didn't realize the trees were quite so tall! --Strega

"Absolutely! Give me just a moment."

Quicklime retreats to his shed for a few minutes. He returns carrying the tallest ladder he owns.

"Will this work? I know those trees can get pretty tall. Some can be reached with a step stool, and others need a goddamn fireman's ladder. I think this one should be just about tall enough to reach the tallest of the orchard."

[cultivatedgrounds]

Damn.... what that mouth do

Quicklime nearly chokes. He blushes and waves his hand in dismissal.

"Nothing, unless I know you well! Who's asking?"

He tries to hide the wavering of his voice. He's not used to sexual passes, spending most of his time away from others.

[cultivatedgrounds]

Excuse me you know where all everything grows around here that’s allowed to be nabbed right? ~ Carrion

“Absolutely!”

Quicklime stands up from the succulent he was repotting. He wipes his hands off with a nearby hand towel.

“What exactly are you looking for?”

[devildoctor]

Carrion straightened up slightly, vaguely aware that there wasn’t anything for him to properly relax against. Blinking behind his mask he tried to remember the list he had tried to go over numerous times in his head.

“Er a few things, dill, cedar, lavender or jasmine maybe.” Carrion paused gazing at Quicklime’s hands before giving himself a brief shake. “Or maybe mint, just stronger smelling plants. Anything is good just no Mary’s grass.” Giving himself an anxious scratch. In his own paranoia he could already pick up the scent that resembled the dried plant, he did not intend to make it worse

[cultivatedgrounds]

“Hm… Well, I’m assuming you need this to mask other scents, correct? Are you a doctor? If you don’t mind me asking, of course…”

He gestures for Carrion to follow him and starts walking towards a certain cluster of bushes. The perfume-like scent wafts even from far away, getting stronger as they approach.

“These are gardenias. They’re one of my personal favorites. When I go near some of the more foul smelling plants, I rub gardenia-infused oil under my nose to help mask the scent. Works like a charm. Are you interested? If not, I do have more traditional scents like the ones you mentioned.”

[devildoctor]

Trailing behind the gardener he nodded. “Yes that is why I came, incenses don’t work as dried plants tend to.” He trailed off briefly. “About as close to a doctor as a ghoul can be.”

The strong smelling plants distracted Carrion from nervously glancing at Quicklime’s back. Nearly getting off tracked by the well maintained plants. “They are quite nice… they arnt hard to care for are they I would feel bad taking any of them if they will be a hastle to mend. Besides they are so pretty, it is hard to think about them withering away on my desk until I need them.”

Shooting the gardener’s hands one last glance. “Do you, do you need gloves? It’s starting to become cooler outside, I’d hate to hear you end up as one of the church’s frostbite cases.”

[cultivatedgrounds]

"Take some, take as many as you'd like! I'm a skilled gardener, I can bring any plant back to health. Well, most plants..."

He takes a pouch put of his pocket and starts picking gardenias for Carrion, pondering the offer for gloves. His old ones are getting pretty threadbare...

"I appreciate your concern for my health... A new pair of gloves would be wonderful, thank you."

He pulls the silky drawstring on the pouch and gently places it into Carrion's hands, with a sincere smile and a nod.

"I hope this will suit your needs."

[cultivatedgrounds]

Excuse me you know where all everything grows around here that’s allowed to be nabbed right? ~ Carrion

“Absolutely!”

Quicklime stands up from the succulent he was repotting. He wipes his hands off with a nearby hand towel.

“What exactly are you looking for?”

[devildoctor]

Carrion straightened up slightly, vaguely aware that there wasn’t anything for him to properly relax against. Blinking behind his mask he tried to remember the list he had tried to go over numerous times in his head.

“Er a few things, dill, cedar, lavender or jasmine maybe.” Carrion paused gazing at Quicklime’s hands before giving himself a brief shake. “Or maybe mint, just stronger smelling plants. Anything is good just no Mary’s grass.” Giving himself an anxious scratch. In his own paranoia he could already pick up the scent that resembled the dried plant, he did not intend to make it worse

[cultivatedgrounds]

"Hm... Well, I'm assuming you need this to mask other scents, correct? Are you a doctor? If you don't mind me asking, of course..."

He gestures for Carrion to follow him and starts walking towards a certain cluster of bushes. The perfume-like scent wafts even from far away, getting stronger as they approach.

"These are gardenias. They're one of my personal favorites. When I go near some of the more foul smelling plants, I rub gardenia-infused oil under my nose to help mask the scent. Works like a charm. Are you interested? If not, I do have more traditional scents like the ones you mentioned."

[cultivatedgrounds]

Excuse me you know where all everything grows around here that’s allowed to be nabbed right? ~ Carrion

"Absolutely!"

Quicklime stands up from the succulent he was repotting. He wipes his hands off with a nearby hand towel.

"What exactly are you looking for?"

[lsleofskye]

Vøringfossen | twintheworld

[rpmememaker]

accidental affection

[siriyin]

send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them

send me □ for your muse to fall on mine and land on top of them

send me ♕ for your muse to get dared to kiss me

send me ♢ for my muse to get dared to kiss yours

send me ♫ for your muse to catch mine singing in the shower

send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower

send me ♡ for your muse to drunkenly confess feelings to mine

send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours

send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours

send me ❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch

send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch

[cowboyemojis]

[cultivatedgrounds]

Hey you uh leaf guy, want to see something cool. - Finch

Quicklime kneels to Finch’s level and grasps him firmly, but not threateningly, by the shoulders.

“Kiddo, aren’t you a little young to be wandering these parts of the grounds unsupervised? There’s some deadly flora and fauna in this area. Are you lost?”

He ignores being called Leaf Guy. Goddammit.

[devildoctor]

They squinted and instantly had to fight back the urge to either bite and scratch at the groundskeepers instead choosing to wiggle about uncomfortably.

“I’m not I got the birds, they tell me about all sorts of bad things to stay away from.” Finch was not going to dive into what things the birds warned him about, nor where they going to expose that they spent more time in the trees and shrubs of the many courtyards than they did under the roof of the church.

They lifted their gangly arms to show their extremely dirty clasped hands. “Do you want to see something cool.” They repeated now bent on trying to show off the contents of their hands.

[cultivatedgrounds]

He lets go of Finch, sensing that they’re uncomfortable with the contact.

“Sorry, sorry… Protective instincts.”

Quicklime looks down at the kid’s hands and raises an eyebrow.

“Go ahead, show me.”

[devildoctor]

Being released eased Finch’s urge to lash out like a cornered coon.

Swiveling their head around they checked one last time for any other person in the area. Seeming it safe they removed one hand to expose the ‘something cool’ they were talking about, a frog.

“She’s cool right look at her.” Their tails coiled about in excitement as they gave Quicklime a toothy grin.

[cultivatedgrounds]

This frog is perfect. Perfectly round, perfectly sticky, and perfectly friend-shaped. Quicklime smiles and laughs softly.

“She’s very cool! Where did you find her?”

He tries to mask his absolute glee at seeing this very good frog.

“And… may I hold her?”

[devildoctor]

The leaf guy likes frogs he is trustworthy.

“I went out off grounds, the spot with all the nettles it’s got a little part you can sneak out of and it’s near a marshy place.” Finch cast their best tell no one of this look before diving back into talking.

“I though she was a starling cause I heard her singing but it wasn’t quite you know.” Finch did their best to mimic a starling trilling with a few extra charters and whistles before stopping. “She was just kind of sitting around.”

They used both hands to help support the frog be transferred over to Quicklime. “You gotta be careful she’s really fragile.”

[cultivatedgrounds]

"I'll be careful, no worries..."

He holds the frog as daintily as possible, gently stroking her lumpy back. His eyes sparkle when she croaks at him.

He puts on as serious of a face as he possibly can with a delightful sticky friend in his hands, but keeps cracking smiles at the creature when she interrupts him with her song.

"You have to be careful leaving the church grounds... It's dangerous even for me, and I'm one of the handful permitted to go into town. I would hate to see a kid like you being harmed by... whoever's out there. You can't predict them."

He pauses and slides into a more gentle demeanor.

"That's a good starling call you got there."

[cultivatedgrounds]

Hey you uh leaf guy, want to see something cool. - Finch

Quicklime kneels to Finch’s level and grasps him firmly, but not threateningly, by the shoulders.

“Kiddo, aren’t you a little young to be wandering these parts of the grounds unsupervised? There’s some deadly flora and fauna in this area. Are you lost?”

He ignores being called Leaf Guy. Goddammit.

[devildoctor]

They squinted and instantly had to fight back the urge to either bite and scratch at the groundskeepers instead choosing to wiggle about uncomfortably.

“I’m not I got the birds, they tell me about all sorts of bad things to stay away from.” Finch was not going to dive into what things the birds warned him about, nor where they going to expose that they spent more time in the trees and shrubs of the many courtyards than they did under the roof of the church.

They lifted their gangly arms to show their extremely dirty clasped hands. “Do you want to see something cool.” They repeated now bent on trying to show off the contents of their hands.

[cultivatedgrounds]

He lets go of Finch, sensing that they’re uncomfortable with the contact.

“Sorry, sorry… Protective instincts.”

Quicklime looks down at the kid’s hands and raises an eyebrow.

“Go ahead, show me.”

[devildoctor]

Being released eased Finch’s urge to lash out like a cornered coon.

Swiveling their head around they checked one last time for any other person in the area. Seeming it safe they removed one hand to expose the ‘something cool’ they were talking about, a frog.

“She’s cool right look at her.” Their tails coiled about in excitement as they gave Quicklime a toothy grin.

[cultivatedgrounds]

This frog is perfect. Perfectly round, perfectly sticky, and perfectly friend-shaped. Quicklime smiles and laughs softly.

"She's very cool! Where did you find her?"

He tries to mask his absolute glee at seeing this very good frog.

"And... may I hold her?"

[cultivatedgrounds]

Hey you uh leaf guy, want to see something cool. - Finch

Quicklime kneels to Finch’s level and grasps him firmly, but not threateningly, by the shoulders.

“Kiddo, aren’t you a little young to be wandering these parts of the grounds unsupervised? There’s some deadly flora and fauna in this area. Are you lost?”

He ignores being called Leaf Guy. Goddammit.

[devildoctor]

They squinted and instantly had to fight back the urge to either bite and scratch at the groundskeepers instead choosing to wiggle about uncomfortably.

“I’m not I got the birds, they tell me about all sorts of bad things to stay away from.” Finch was not going to dive into what things the birds warned him about, nor where they going to expose that they spent more time in the trees and shrubs of the many courtyards than they did under the roof of the church.

They lifted their gangly arms to show their extremely dirty clasped hands. “Do you want to see something cool.” They repeated now bent on trying to show off the contents of their hands.

[cultivatedgrounds]

He lets go of Finch, sensing that they're uncomfortable with the contact.

"Sorry, sorry... Protective instincts."

Quicklime looks down at the kid's hands and raises an eyebrow.

"Go ahead, show me."