31 (guh I just typed 30 yesterday what happened)// Needed another blog to post my favorite finds on, lest they become lost on my main blog (@irlbop). Sometimes I write stuff // MDNI & DNF
This is until I feel I have enough content to justify just making one whole link in the header. Don’t question my reasoning — not because I’d be offended, I just genuinely cannot comprehend my own autistic rule-setting, I just go with it 🤷🏽♀️
I know it's all currently Ghost stuff but I do intend to maybe do other things. Ghost is just the predominant hyperfixation at the moment.
Headcanons:
Kids Love the Papas
Clumsy!Terzo
The Papas and Their Looks
Terzo likes romance novels
Copia is a Simp Like His Old Man
The OG Papas Weren't Killed But . . .
Why Copia Wanted to Be Papa
Terzo Feels Complicated About His Looks
Secondo's Drunken Doll Channel
Terzo’s Sweet Tooth
Actual Papa Terzo
Actual Papa Copia
Actual Papa Secondo
Actual Papa Primo
How the Papas Celebrate No Nut November
Copia Doesn’t Think He’s Handsome
Secondo Has Expensive Tastebuds
Van-Nihil-la
Terzo’s Sweet Dreams
Copia’s Family vs His Dating Life
Normal AU Where Terzo Becomes a Director
Does That Man Moan in Bed?!
NSFW Copia Thought
A-Nihil-ysis/Copia is in the Moment with You
The Eye is a Crapshoot
Terzo’s Favorite Christmas Song
No Glove, Still Love
Ghost Does Mardi Gras
(I couldn’t figure out if they deserved to be in Misc. or what but here we are)
Background
Copia
Terzo
Secondo
Primo
Nihil
Sister
Mr. Psaltarian
Misc.
My Sorta Character Breakdown of Sister Imperator/Copia Imperator AU
The Virgin-Killer (aka 80s Slasher!Perpetua) Proof of Concept
Slasher!Perpetua Blurb
Slasher!Perpetua Blurb II
Slasher!Perpetua Blurb III
Sexy Hairy Copia Blurb
Square Hamburgers Menu
Square Hamburgers Menu: Ghoul Edition
Yes, Chef: North & Vine Menu - Appetizers
Yes, Chef: North & Vine Menu - Entrees
Yes, Chef: North & Vine Menu - Desserts
Yes, Chef: North & Vine Menu - Brunch & Sides
Oneshots/Full-Grown Fics:
Vaginismus Series: Secondo x Fem!Reader
To your delight, you've caught the eye of Papa Emeritus II. But when he makes it clear he intends on keeping you, you're forced to confront some things you've neglected to approach him about.
CW: References to the physical and mental pain vaginismus can cause; reader w/a vagina
Vaginismus Series: Terzo x Fem!Reader
Congratulations: Terzo is interested in you. Very interested. And even though you find yourself smitten, you can’t ignore one stinging truth: There’s no way you can make things work with the Ministry’s most amorous Papa. Experience has told you that. Now if only you could tell him yourself… CW: References to uncomfortable sexual matters; badmouthing from past lovers; the whole mental and emotional distress having a sexual dysfunction and leave you in; reader w/a vagina
Papa's Favorite Ghoul Series: Primo x GN!Reader
When a Papa ascends to their position, the assistance of ghouls is a necessity. In your case, you need them for the new project you've proposed. However, the Ministry's favorite ghoul, Primo, thinks both it -- and you -- are a waste of time and resources. Hopefully you can manage to sway his opinion?
CW: Reader is referred to as Papa regardless of gender identity; references to Reader's mortality at the end
The Stroke of Midnight (Frater Copia x Fem!Reader) - NSFW
It’s New Year’s Eve, and you hope to achieve one thing: To get a kiss at midnight from your sweet new boyfriend. But when said boyfriend gets carried away with some rum, it looks like the kiss will have to wait. …Or will it?
CW: Alcohol consumption from both Copia and Reader; drunken fooling around
The ending was good. It was a good ending for the story. Y’all are just mad it wasn’t exactly what you wanted. That’s okay, you can’t love every ending, but I’m starting to think a lot of y’all aren’t able to discern a good ending from the ending you want.
Dude, a moment of silence for all the casualties of a growing media illiterate population that also avoids nuance or recognition of what a story’s bones are.
Perpetua and Lilith get distracted on the night of a full moon. Perpetua starts turning into his werewolf form and Lilith can only think to be there for him as he lets his energy out until it's over.
a/n: my humble submission for @lycanthra's Creature Perpetua Month 2026
Paring: Perpetua x OC [Lilith]
Words: 4.7k
Tags: Explicit/MDNI Established Relationship, Smut, Fluff, Werewolves, Vampires, full moon werewolf turnings, Blood, Blood Drinking, Chasing, p in v sex, Oral Sex, Knotting, Semi-Public Sex
AO3 | Masterlist
divider sources: X X
For as long as Perpetua has been changing on the full moon, he's never missed one. In the oncoming days, his moods shifted, the bones in his body seemed to preemptively ache. The night always loomed in the background as he noticed the moon change phase.
But now he can be a bit distracted.
Like tonight.
And who can blame him, really? For Lilith, whom he always praises as his lovely, brilliant and sexy wife was feeling romantic and wanted to cuddle. There was still time—hours ago—and he threw caution to the wind. She's settled on top of his lap now, pinning him down in a delicious satin slip. He loves roaming his hands over the fabric, teasing, bunching it up further to reveal more smooth, pale skin, pulling delicate whines from her at his firm hand.
Lilith's fangs graze around his neck, down his shoulder, and back to his lips for a lazy and greedy kiss. She clings to his warm and comforting body like a lifeline. If she could, Lilith would stay wrapped up in her husband forever. His soft grunts against her lips only make Lilith more bold; they're both unknowingly grinding into each other, searching for more.
But then a familiar, sharp sensation shoots down his spine to drop him from cloud nine into reality. Perpetua cries out a groan of pain and breaks their kiss to his dismay to lean his head back into the pillow. Lilith reaches forward and cradles his head, angling him back to look at her. Her thumbs rub in slow circles at his temples and it barely helps the pain subside.
"Pet?"
"Fuck," he spats out, low and gravely. "I've run out of time."
They both turn and look out of the window that faces towards the forest. Perpetua's eyes ache with every move.
The moon glows large and imposing in a cloudless night sky.
Full.
His transformation is upon them. Within minutes by the look of how he winces. Perpetua's hairline is already dewy from sweat; he grips into the sheets, white-knuckling them to the point of ripping the fabric. He's panting and his chest rises and falls dramatically, quickly.
One small, pitiful wolfish whine sneaks out.
"Stay with me, love. Focus on my voice, okay?" Lilith jumps off the bed and scrambles for something, anything, that could help him. But she's never heard of a tonic or tincture that could let a werewolf skip a turning, much less that could stop one in progress.
Lilith hangs her head low.
She steps back towards Perpetua, wary and cautious. Every aspect of her vampiric abilities works in overdrive; every movement he makes, every sound he lets out, she catalogs it. She's read things about turning. She's even asked him after it's passed. The only things Perpetua can ever remember are pain and desperation and instinct. There isn't room for logic or humanity after he's transformed.
Claws form first. They dig into the sheets cutting through the cotton into the mattress. Perpetua’s hands and feet flex, shift and change, growing rapidly to what will become his paws.
He cries out again and opens his mouth. It twists and then he bares his teeth out into the room showing off dangerously sharp canines. If Lilith had any time to admire them, she would. But she's frozen in fear. He can sense it and tilts his head down.
His pupils are dark and the whites glow a gold hue. Perpetua stares at her. He tilts his head for a second and then starts to move. Start being the operative word. The moment he tries to lift his arm or move his leg, he's letting out a wail. Bones crack and pop beneath his muscles.
Lilith's face scrunches and she reaches out. "Perpetua, oh—" she gasps into a whimper.
He can only scream with a voice that sounds like it's mixed with gravel and mud.
Lilith places her hand around his hot ankle. She tries to be delicate but he flinches as if burned. And then something flips. He leaps from the bed and it causes Lilith to stumble backwards. She flinches when he roars out and arches off the bed, thrashing his limbs. He's getting bigger, his clothes fill out and the seams at his sweats pull. Thick hair—fur—sprout from Perpetua's chest.
Lilith backs away and tries to not make too much of a fuss on the way to her door. If she can just leave him alone—she can always get new things anyway—so he can deal with this while she waits on the other side. She's a couple feet away when a small container of treats for Meowticia fall off a table.
The rattle alerts Perpetua from his stupor and he jerks his head in its direction.
His eyebrows raise; his ears wiggle. He sniffs the air and something compels him to get up. Lilith is normally a couple inches taller than him but now he dwarfs her by at least a foot. Perpetua snarls. The air from his nose brushes against her face. They're rooted in place, locked at a tipping point.
His clawed hand rises, hesitant and shaking. A high whine leaves him and he pleads at her. Perpetua's dizzy body leans in, breathing heavy, and curls inward to touch his forehead to hers. The heavy thud of his beating heart pounds loud and clear for Lilith to hear. The inside of his body burns like the core of a star.
"Pet—"
He snarls again and breathes heavy. Growls rumble low and steady in his chest. Pain stings in his throat when he yells, "Leave! Go!"
Lilith whimpers and shrinks. It takes another growl and his claws digging into her shoulder as another wave of pain nearly doubles him over.
"Just…" she begins to plead, "I love you," she then whispers.
And then she drags herself from his hold and bolts.
Her inhuman speed comes in handy. Lilith runs and runs on bare feet through the grounds. Every twig and tiny rock pressing into her feet pales to the pinprick of his claws from earlier. After a few minutes, she slows down and thuds against a tree to catch her breath. Despite her condition, her lungs burn. Normally a situation like this would have Lilith turning into her batty form but her concern for him outweighs any other emotion. He's not secure in the holding cell. He could do a lot of damage if any unsuspecting siblings were caught out at night before they realized it was too late.
She can sense him close by, glances back to find him gaining on her, and starts running again.
Out in the distance there's a long howl that tears through the air. Perpetua's transformation is nearly complete now. His paws dig into the ground with heavy leaps through the thick forest, running on all fours, sniffing after her strawberry body wash and adrenaline.
Then he slows his pace, sniffing rapidly in a circle over the dirt. A new trail is discovered and he begins with renewed fervor. Down he goes deeper into the thick forest, buzzing.
Lilith can hear him coming closer. She closes her eyes and tries to even her nerves as he steps within a few feet. But seconds later, firm paws grab around her waist and yank her body roughly to the ground. Her world is upended; she can't figure out what is up and what is down for a few seconds.
The nightgown she has on is dusted in dirt and rucked up high on her hips. Perpetua pins her down at the arms and snarls. Lilith gasps at the sight she's greeted to. It feels like forever since the last time they were like this. It's only now she realizes that the fur around his eyes appears to be a faded gray in a similar design to his chrome mask he wears. Did he have it that night?
The first night they "met".
He'd ran her down as she was coming home from the garden. He was curious then, only sniffing her and leaning in to lick along her face. Now, though, his body twitches in a different intensity. His snout buries itself into her neck and inhales deep over the space that would've hosted a flowing carotid. Now it only pumps weakly but enough for him to smell something.
Perpetua moves over her body and Lilith lies frozen in place. She looks at him as best she can, wherever her eyes can reach.
And when she looks down her body, her eyes open wide.
In the chaos of his transformation, the emotions of what was happening before have lingered. And now between his legs, his hard and leaking cock ruts against her thighs. Slick leaking from Perpetua's tip collects at the hem of her nightgown.
Against her better judgment, Lilith moans. His size is already impressive but now he's simply ridiculous. She always wondered what his dick would look like and she rubs her thighs at the sight.
Perpetua moves away and inhales sharp into the air. Then he levels his eyes to hers. He brings a paw back to him and trails a claw from her cheek down over her neck. He curls it and brushes the soft knuckle against her skin.
"Oh," Lilith sighs.
His claw starts to move down again, grazing along her shoulder, the side he'd dug into earlier. In a blink, he leans in and licks over the wound and any blood that spread to her skin. Perpetua pulls back and leans into Lilith's touch as she rises a hand up to hold his cheek. She scratches through his shockingly soft fur as thanks.
Perpetua whines high and needy. He rocks his hips into her a couple times.
"D-do you need me, Pet?" she murmurs. "It's o-okay. Really. I can take it. I promise."
His claw runs down her collar bone all the way to the top of her chest. The satin nightie rips like a hot knife through butter down, down, down to let it pool on the sides. Her body on full display only makes him growl low with want. His long tongue unfurls and licks between the space of her breasts. Perpetua nips at the small swell of one and she mewls. He bites along the under curve and the taste of her blood flows onto his tongue.
His heavy cock pulses at her taste and he flexes his hips. Lilith groans at the feeling of how he's lapping up her blood. Once he's finished his treat, he's discovered Lilith's transformation of her own. The veins around her eyes are dark as they stretch out and fade at the ends, her irises glow red, and she bares her long fangs at him. Long, claw-like nails of her own grip into his fur, hard, and he cries out.
The pain, however, only seems to spur Perpetua on even more. His cock twitches and his hips buck into nothing.
He grips her sides, hard and bruising, drawing small beads of blood. It pulls a loud moan from Lilith's lungs. Very slowly, almost agonizing, Perpetua drags his nose and tongue down her stomach for him to settle between her spread legs. He wastes no time greedily licking up her sensitive, dripping pussy. The way she tastes relaxes him instantly. His shoulders pull back and his chest deflates with a deep exhale. All of his current focus is poured into taking, in his greed and gluttony and lust combining together.
"Perpetua!" Lilith yelps. Her hips rise up to meet his brutal pace and she keens, already on the precipice of an orgasm. She never knew fear like this could be such an aphrodisiac.
Or maybe it's how his tongue seems to be fucking her cunt deeper than anything else she's felt in her life. The soft and warm flicks of his strong tongue torture her in the most divine way. She can feel the building, tightening band low in her stomach being pulled to the brink.
"Please, Pet," she chokes. "Please—oh!"
His tongue presses up to her sensitive spongy patch deep along her pulsing walls and then he's tasting the flood of Lilith's come. She chokes on her words and rocks her hips through the tides of pleasure without thinking. Perpetua nearly purrs and her little mewls only distracts him from his aching need. Once he's pulled his tongue out from between her legs, stopping briefly to tease her neglected clit, Lilith begs him to return back inside.
Perpetua noses his way up to her neck. Not only can he smell and taste her need, but now he can hear her babble for more. Even through his transformation, he huffs and snorts, incredulous at how the night has turned.
"What?" Lilith asks faintly, far away. "Are you laughing?"
He freezes and buries his face into her neck. Here they are in the midst of what is supposed to be serious and some lingering humanity in his body is unable to do anything but laugh. It's ridiculous, truly. Quite possibly never something he'd imagined experiencing in the hundreds of full moons he's turned for.
And it's with Lilith, the only person he's thankful to have by his side right now.
And through the laughter, and absurdity, he's still staggeringly horny. Lilith's scent infiltrates his mind, even more as he smells it against her neck after coming. Perpetua grips her tight and rolls to his back. Lilith squeals, shocked, and as she reorients herself in his lap, Perpetua drags his paws around her body, petting and scratching up her sides.
She fidgets and whines, "Stop, Pet! It tickles!"
He knows. He opens his mouth, panting happily with his tongue out and grins. His tail off to the side flicks a couple times. Lilith's black, veiny eyes narrow. She grazes her nails down his belly starting seductive only to switch to sinister and presses in, digging deep enough to draw blood.
"I can play, too," she jabs.
Perpetua rumbles in his chest. The rush of pain managed to arouse him even more. He bucks his hips up twice and mewls.
Lilith laughs, "Not so fun being toyed with, isn't it?" She moves over his lap and drags herself off. A small part of her clocks the look of hurt in his eyes. Lilith coos at him and leans in to kiss the side of his snout. She whispers by his ear, "Get ready, my darling boy."
Perpetua shivers; he can only watch, enraptured at the pure grace she moves with to throw her leg over him. She takes a hold of his cock, stroking a few times for her own pleasure. She delights in the desperate howl Perpetua slips out and just to tease, she drags her nails up his shaft to drag them over a prominent vein on the underside. His next howl is louder and longer. He pulses beneath her hand and his knot yearns like he's ready to burst; his body feels on fire.
Lilith repositions and angles him against her entrance. The tip of his cock barely presses inside and they both feel a jolt of pleasure already enough to groan. Agonizing seconds tick by and then Perpetua can sigh in relief. He can feel her, all of her, and it feels like being swept up into the calming eye of a hurricane. His mind clears, all sounds fade, and beneath the halo of the full moon, Lilith looks taken with pure ecstasy.
Her fangs glint in the moonlight and her smile, the one Perpetua always thinks rivals the sun, seems to shine even in the dead of night. When Lilith opens her eyes, she looks down at him softly and mewls like a kitten, scratching gently now over his chest as she moves for her own benefit. Delicate lashes flutter over her eyes and he can tell it's from the way it feels to be joined together. Perpetua feels it to, torturously so when he can feel how his knot is desperate to expand and keep them locked together until morning.
She's so full, she can feel it all the way up to her throat as a sob stays choked within. "Heavens!" Her head dips back and falls heavy with her mouth dropped open. "Fuck!"
A desperate Perpetua paws at Lilith. He makes an effort not to break her skin, a herculean task with how sharp his claws are. But her heart swells at it; she feels warm for the first time in a long time and it radiates out from where they're joined. Perpetua is a furnace. She wonders if this is what the calming fires of Hell are supposed to feel like when the ghouls talk about it.
Finally, for the both of them, she starts rolling her hips. The thrilling friction of his cock rubbing against the walls of her cunt cause sparks low in her belly. A part of her is shocked everything fit but she silently thanks her supernatural abilities for the help. Lilith can't help but think that the authors that write the smutty werewolf romance; they could use her feedback.
She isn't feeling a vague throbbing stretch but a reckoning.
She actually sweats, groaning out with a horse cry into the still night. One hand of hers brushes up through his furry chest while the other drags a slow finger to her clit to ease the fog away from her head. The stimulation helps her muscles relax enough to lift herself up without the immediate reminder of feeling split from the inside.
A begging whine leaves Perpetua. He wants Lilith to relax, to feel good before he can't control himself. The longer they stay as they are, the less he can focus. His large paws grip around her hips and carry the burden for her. He lifts his frenzied hips up in her rhythm and bounces Lilith on his cock as if she weighed nothing. It would almost feel like he was using her and not the other way around if they didn't hear her frantic babbles of direction. Her long hair swooshes around her shoulders, her modest chest jiggles with every thrust.
Perpetua needs to feel her come. He's never been so sure of anything in his life until now. The meaning of his life rests in her pleasure.
And then she comes, moaning on the verge of a high scream like she just expelled a demon from her body. Her hand in his fur squeezes tight and he whimpers from the pain. Her eyes glow so bright and red he'd think he was staring into the fiery depth of Hell and she was the Lilith. Her mouth opens wide then, baring her fangs with a hiss. She drools and when Perpetua rubs his paws over her hip to soothe, she looks down at him.
At his neck.
Perpetua breathes heavy. He only has to blink and in the next second he's feeling her lean down to pierce her teeth into his neck. It hurts, stings, and he yowls. Lilith groans at his taste flooding into her mouth and a small bundle of aftershock orgasms flutter her walls and makes Perpetua hiss and act fast. He gathers enough strength to grab around her back and grunts as he flips them over.
The shift makes Lilith's mouth unlatch and she stares at him, confused and bloody. Her arms come out to grab at him again but he's faster. Perpetua pins her arms down above her head, crossed at the wrists. His other hand slides under the small of her back and he rests on his arm.
Then he thrusts up with his hips. In and out, again and again and it feels glorious, rapturous. Her orgasms and his precome have combined to make a perfect lubrication for him to easily drag his cock with minimal resistance. Lilith still squeezes around him but she whimpers with more pleasure than pain now. Her hands flex, desperate for release. The only control she can find is in her legs so she wraps them around his back and keeps his hips moving to a shallow rhythm.
Perpetua grinds their pelvises together. He's panting, on the verge of finally being able to let go. Lilith seems to sense it and murmurs out small incoherent pleading noises.
"Plea—"
"Pet!"
"Ah! So good—"
Her praise come shorter and shorter and he leans in to nose over her to leave small licked "kisses" to her chest and neck. Perpetua nips lightly and she arches up into him. He falters his rhythm only once and it was enough to have her grinning.
"Let go, love," she just barely whispers and shakes her head. "Scratch, bite, I don't care. I won't break."
Perpetua didn't think he was waiting for permission but it seems to tip him just over the edge before he knows it. He's tumbling down the hill, fast. Perpetua's paws have one goal now: to grip her tight and fill her up. Lilith's hands are free. She uses the newfound freedom to lock his snout against her neck. He opens his mouth and just lightly presses his teeth to her skin. She hums and nods.
Perpetua listens to the tiny voice in his head.
He bites deep, groaning at the taste of her blood and it fits in as the final piece of the puzzle. His knot expands in Lilith's cunt and he comes in thick ropes, filling her up so much she knows she'll still be leaking by the morning.
It's perfect.
The storm in his mind clears instantly. He licks up the blood from Lilith's wound while shallowly thrusting his hips through euphoria. He knows it can never happen but his wolfish side can't help but come out and he imagines his seed taking. Lilith, plump with their pups. Her smiles, his curls; the cottage expanding to have an extra room. Both know it's never in the cards and they're happy with the life they have now anyway.
When their heavy breaths die down and their bodies fall limp and spent, Perpetua tucks Lilith against his body, covering his wife in his protective warmth as he continues to plug her up with his knot. He's not convinced the swelling will go down enough to slip out but eventually his body will change back into his human form and they'll be able to separate and go home.
Perpetua tries to stay awake for as long as he can to watch over Lilith; some in a protective way but also to admire. Alas, the energy of his transformation and unconventional outlet of relief has drained him down to the bone. The last thing he remembers before succumbing to the inevitable is seeing her soft fanged smile before burying his face into her neck.
Birds chirp annoyingly loud and chipper around them. A cool breeze blows over his skin.
Skin.
Perpetua's eyes quickly flick open. He feels like he's taken a beating, he always does, but this time his neck aches like needles are stuck in it. Then he looks down and finds the culprit.
Lilith, fast asleep still beneath him. Her neck probably doesn't look any better compared to his so he'll call it even.
"You two really went at it, huh?"
Perpetua growls and sinks low to cover up his wife. "Who's there?"
"Jeez, you think a man knows his brother's ghouls better than that. I'm crushed."
He rolls his eyes. "Mountain?"
"Yup." His p ends with a pop sound. "I was out on a stroll for wild berries."
It's the next morning. The sun is out now. Shit!
"Hey, uh, could you do me a favor?" Perpetua cringes. "We need something to cover ourselves and I need something for Lilith so she doesn't burn in the sunlight."
"Didn't plan that far ahead, champ?"
Perpetua growls again, this time with more oomph behind it.
Mountain says he'll be right back. While he waits, Perpetua strokes down her sides with a delicate finger. Lilith starts to stir and he cradles her head in his palm, rubbing his thumb on her cheek.
"Careful, starlight."
Lilith moves slowly and stretches as best she can. She lets slip a small groan of pain as it thrums out from her hips and neck. "Pet," she cries.
"I know, I do. But we'll be home soon, I promise," Perpetua hushes. He presses a kiss to her forehead, brushing his lips so delicately she almost doesn't feel it. Lilith holds his arm briefly, keeping them close, letting her feel his protection.
Mountain returns with a bag of clothes. Sweats for him, a blanket and parasol for Lilith. The ghoul turns around—for their privacy—and Perpetua makes quick work with his pants and then wraps Lilith in the blanket. He rises from the ground with her in his arms. Lilith holds the open parasol above them and thanks Mountain as he continues his morning activities.
As he walks down the path, he tosses a casual "I also got you guys a new mattress and bedding."
Perpetua leans in to kiss Lilith's lips once they make it to the porch of the cottage. They immediately feel stress lift off their shoulders and head straight to the bedroom.
"Can you stand, Lil?" She nods from the bed. "I'll start a shower. Stay here."
Both take turns washing the dirt, dried blood and come that covered their bodies from last night. If mere hours ago held frantic, bruising touches, the aftermath is the polar opposite. Scratch marks are kissed and sore flesh is caressed. By the time their shower is done and the grime is washed down the drain, they're ready for a nap.
Perpetua slips into shorts and Lilith throws on soft undies and a loose t-shirt, more than likely one of his. She's nestled in bed, wondering where Perpetua and the cat are, only to find them both walking back to the bedroom. He sets down a frosted bloody smoothie and a handful of berries for nourishment. Perpetua returns to bed and sighs at the plush cradling his body.
"When you're done, could you rub some of your lotion into my back?"
She smiles softly. "Of course."
And she does, after drinking up half the glass and emptying the plate. Lilith takes her time rubbing her healing cream into his muscles where it hurts the most. Deeper muscle aches will take more time to relax. Their surface wounds are healing already, slowly, but there's still a bit of a sting when she rubs in the balm to his chest. Lilith apologizes by leaving little kisses to his sternum.
"How are you feeling this morning?"
Perpetua weighs the question in his head for a second. "I've been worse." A sly grin shines at Lilith and he rises a hand to twirl a stray lock of her hair around his finger. "I think that was the only time I've ever enjoyed it. Why didn't anyone suggest I bring along a partner?"
Pink flustered cheeks shine back. "Sex was an effective distraction… Who knew?"
"You should join me again."
Her eyes glaze over as she thinks about it. Flashes of last night flicker in Lilith's mind.
The shock.
The thrill.
The pain.
The paradise…
"You're drooling, Lil."
She scrunches up her face and playfully swats his chest. "I am not."
"You were biting your lip with your fang." Perpetua points to her mouth and circles around it. "It was cute the way your eyes unfocused and drifted off as you remembered how I fucked you good."
Lilith pretends to bite towards him. "There are other things we could try."
"Don't threaten me with a good time," he leers.
Perpetua then wraps his arms around her and pulls Lilith to his chest not before sneaking in a deep kiss to her lips. She giggles and ends up sliding off his lap to nestle against his side. Exhaustion still clings to their body and as an old TV show hums along, the two relax in a pleasant silence.
The both of them end up sleeping the rest of the morning and some of the early afternoon away, cuddled close. Then somewhere between ten and eleven, Meowticia makes her presence known and jumps up to the bed, pawing closer to Lilith. Her fluffy orange Maine Coon chirps softly at them but neither werewolf nor vampire budge in their deep sleep. The cat is resigned to curling up against Lilith's back and falls with a chirp to the comforter. Meowticia's tail flicks once, twice, and then a soft rumble of a purr emanates from her body.
Fair warning, I’m missing the “sexy” part of my sexy clown girl vibes so all you’re getting for now is clown. I’m sorry 😔 🙇🏽♀️
Without further ado!!!
I’m so sorry but I spent way too much of the beginning being like “Oh no his period! :(“
Ex: Perpetua: *bones are lengthening and bending and twisting, mangling themselves into forms not to serve man but beast*
Me: I been there, girl 😔
“…wherever here eyes can reach.” Ma’am, let’s not pretend she isn’t getting an eyeful of werewolf tits. Let’s be mature and real here.
Did I know this was going to happen? Yes. Did I encourage this to happen? Of course I did. Did I ever once step in and object to massive shifter schlong action (pronounced “ack-shawn” to rhyme)? Not in this world in which we try to keep things liberated. ….All the same this bih had me like “NAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”
WTF DO YOU MEAN HE CAN LAUGH IN THIS FORM?!?!
…Emily. Emily if he can laugh. You know what this means…
“‘Heavens!’” …Okay so like. We can go about this joke one of two ways:
A) “Gadzooks, he’s fucked the Midwesterner back into her across time and space and AUs!!!”
Or
B) Jesus is somewhere out there going, “Uh-uh-uh! Nooooo thank you! I want no part of this, you keep my set out your mouth, I already got enough to deal with besmirching my name.” He shakes his head, muttering, “Got me blessed up—“
…At one point… I thought, “She’s like a finger puppet for his cock…🤔 A sock puppet. A cock puppet. …Cum sock?” So if at any point today you felt psychic damage or rage, that’s on me. That’s my bad.
Girl I was so ready for that snark to be coming from Copia — Snarky!Mountain was not something I’d actually ever considered before. I’ve learned my lesson: Broaden my horizons, as an earth ghoul’s reach would. Noted. 🙂↕️
Speaking of Copia…
Poor Copia, locked away in the cell while Perpetua gets to have all the fun.
Somehow I forgot in the glurg of my tired mind but I woke up thinking about a skit where the show Cheaters is helping the Phantom figure out why Christine has been acting strange and distant lately.
Now does it make more sense for Cheaters to be there for Raoul because Christine’s been disappearing for entire evenings and even nights after work? Yes. But I don’t think you’re comprehending the potential of Erik having a meltdown and screaming with pathetic desperation, “I GAVE YOU MY MUSIC! I MADE YOUR SONG TAKE WING AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!?!”
Just. Hands clutching at his head, full fetal position in the parking lot of Christine’s work as she awkwardly tries to figure out what approach to make while Raoul is cussing Erik out and calling him the Phantom of the Chop’ra.
when i was a little kid (age 8 and on) i had 3 veryyy intense special interests i constantly infodumped about to anyone who gave me the time of day. these were:
The Bubonic Plague
Vampire Folklore
Tree frogs.
So as you can imagine my mom spent many years prepping me for social outings by doing a call-and-response litany with me that went "let's focus on tree frogs tonight. let's tell people about tree frogs."
pov you are an unsuspecting adult at a social function who made the mistake of talking to me like i'm a person for 37 seconds and now you're going to learn everything about vlad the impaler from an enraptured third grader
Every time I go to buy groceries, it’s like “What if I just learned how to astral project good enough to become a poltergeist? Just a poltergeist that punched jugulars and beats people of a certain ilk with an invisible bag of frozen oranges?”
🫵🏽 Terzo loves fingering, and being fingered. Sometimes he doesn't even need anything else to come. Sometimes it's just to get things going, but he usually tries to draw it out as long as possible and as long as his partners allow. As a treat, he goes paint-free with a date to the Cheesecake Factory and they sit on the same side of the booth and he encourages them to eat the avocado egg rolls while he's fingering them beneath the table.
We had it all wrong: Primo was the one with the most Employee of the Month awards. He threatened the Clergy for them. He didn’t even really care about being EotM, he just wanted to threaten people.
I’m not calling the person punk. It’s a reference to the remanded of the jacket resembling battle jackets and frequent use by people in antiestablishment movements.
extremely funny when students get really into some harmless "vintage" activity to the point of absurdity. right now it's hacky sack, which is not something i ever thought i would see my students playing en masse. and yet here they are organizing competitive hacky sack teams. taking over any space they can to kick a hacky sack around. i had to chase a group to morning assembly today because they were busy playing hacky sack. just saw one of my students sending an email that said "stop adding randos to our team they're the worst sackers." 2026 year of the hacky sack ig
