Little Ghoul

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Adventures of Little Ghoul

Journal of Vulmir

Pokemon Sword

Drown in the Delta

Dad Terzo

[littleghoulghost]

Okay time for what I think will be sad shit

what if little ghoul was to die how would everyone react

This was an evil ask that I've had no idea how to write. I'm pretty sure you've submitted this three times, but I've just been staring at them in my inbox wondering how to do it and get the energy to even think about writing after work. But here you go.

Edit: totally forgot to indicate this was Papa's POV. Oops.

There was nothing left, just ash, rubble, and the blood-soaked ground. He knew this would happen, not the catalyst (no, never that, not that limp little figure), but the end result. The abbey destroyed, with himself and the pack the only survivors. It was a close call though, he'd taken a good hit and blood was running down his face and into his robes. It was technically a victory he supposed, but it didn't feel like one. Especially without her.

He watched the pack as they held vigil over the tiny body, untouched by the disaster, but still too limp and bloodied. This was all his fault. He should have put his foot down, he should have fought harder. But he'd never had an opponent like the Sister.

He had to look away, he couldn't look at the ghouls weeping or listen to Mountain's heaving sobs and howls. He was barely holding himself together. He'd brought the cub to her death by summoning her. He loved her, but he couldn't help but regret everything.

[littleghoulghost]

Anonymously asking the people I follow to talk about something they love! Do me a learn if you're so inclined!

Oh God. My guy, you have made a mistake because I am OBSESSIVELY in love with World of Warcraft. King Varian Wrynn is a looker, but Illidan Stormrage has me in a CHOKEHOLD. Obviously I like the big boys with tragic backstories.

BUT, there's something about not just the game play, but the story itself. The struggle, the strife, the continued yearning for more and better yet continuing to slip. The complicated characters, their growth, their flaws.

There's also the expansions. I've only finished one of the expansions and it was Legion. Legion was fantastic. I can't say enough good things about Legion. The beginning is heartbreaking, but the story and the game play is immaculate.

I've also played a bit of Wrath of the Lich King. Wrath came out when I was a little kid, and I remember making multiple emails with my brother so we could keep making free trial accounts so we could play. And then we had a subscription for a small amount of time, but we were too poor to keep it for long. WoW really formed some of the best years of my life. I also remember playing when Cataclysm came out. It really began my love for the Worgen. Although I usually play as a Night Elf.

I really can't say enough good things about WoW. I even love a lot of the side characters. There's this one you see when you finish Legion and unlock the Light Forged Draenei, his name is T'Paartos. T'Paartos is such a fucking himbo and I love him. With a burning passion. Just a big dumb himbo.

Tbh, I'm just rambling about how much I love it. It's my current obsession. But, it's free to make an account and play now. You can go to lvl 20 and play indefinitely. You just won't be able to go past that lvl or use certain features. But the new expansions become free everytime a newer one comes out. So Dragonflight will be free and integrated into the game as soon as War Within is released. So that's a plus. I'm definitely gonna be buying game time when I move in with my boyfriend. He has my desktop right now.

Anyways, I'll cut this here. Rambling is kinda my thing.

[littleghoulghost]

Ghoul Fact: While in Hell, Mountain was such a menace he was actively avoided by most ghoul packs. He can't count the number of ghouls he'd killed on both of his hands. He'd need an extra pair for that. It got so bad that most packs literally went the extra mile to avoid his territory.

He is both proud of this and extremely embarrassed. He was so controlled by his instincts that he became an actual unholy terror. Essentially, this man unintentionally became a Hellish warlord.

When Papa summoned Little Ghoul it took a drop of blood, a drop he'd gotten using a lancet typically used to testing your blood sugar. He has a deep fear of Mountain, he loves him, but he also knows just how much blood Terzo needed to summon him.

There is power in blood, especially in the Emeritus line. He'd heard about Mountain's summoning, had even assisted in some ways as Cardinal; he'd also seen the bandages on Terzo afterward.

Terzo usually summoned ghouls by making a small slice on a fingertip with a blade, just enough to summon an average ghoul. Turns out, Mountain is not your average ghoul. No, it had taken that and more from Terzo. It had taken a deep slice and a line of black stitches along his arm to finally pull Mountain from the depths. The largest amount the abbey knows of.

As such, Papa does his best to ensure Mountain is content, if not pleased, with his daily life at the abbey. He fears the day Sister Imperator will upset that life, for he knows just what kind of Hell awaits them.

[littleghoulghost]

Did little ghoul have any siblings

also drink water if you haven’t today

Damn, I actually haven't drank any water today. Anyways! Little Ghoul was an only child. Her father passed in an accident when her mother was pregnant. Her mother blamed her, she later turned to alcohol and substances to cope. More liquor than anything since she couldn't really get arrested for that unless it was public intoxication.

She became cruel very quickly. If anyone was a parent to LG it was Old Man LeRoux, and he was more of a grandfather.

If we talk about AFTER she became Little Ghoul, I think she still wouldn't. If Mountain did get a mate I'm not sure she'd see their cubs as her siblings or not. She'd be significantly older than them. But that's not to say she wouldn't still love them. They're still pack.

[littleghoulghost]

I got up this morning to go to work, got there early, sat in the parking lot for 15 minutes, and no one was there. Checked the company's Facebook page, they said they're closed today. 🙃🙃🙃

Nobody told me this. In fact, they all acted like we were supposed to come back today. Fuck my life.

[littleghoulghost]

Mountain's very first memory is of crying, great heaving sobs that wracked his little frame and rattled his bones. It was of feeling so deeply unwanted that he felt the world would be better off without him, wishing so fervently that he would just stop existing.

His mental state never seemed to get any better as he aged. The thoughts in his head kept whirling around and pulling him under. The first time he jokingly thought of killing himself was a scant few months after turning eleven. The first time it wasn't a joke he was thirteen. The first time he seriously considered it he was sixteen. He was nearly seventeen when the rage started, when it would take him over, and he'd beat his own legs black and blue with his fists. He was eighteen when the apathy hit, when all the rage and care left his body. He was twenty when the crippling sadness came. He was twenty-one when he realized he was depressed and suicidal. Everyone had acted as if it was normal, so he hadn't questioned it. He was twenty-seven when he jumped.

Things seemed to plateu after he had quite literally hit rock bottom. His mood could not have possibly gotten any lower than that day. So began the slow incline to, if not mental wellness, then mental stability. It was a long and hard road. His summoning topside was a step in the right direction. Learning to play the drums had helped. It certainly helped when the rage came back, when it burned him from the inside out. During those times he wouldn't leave the practice room until he was soaked through with sweat and the drumsticks slipped in his palms.

The pack helped, slowly but surely. They accepted him and his lack of speech. True happiness and acceptance came with Little Ghoul. It was like everything had clicked into place. He helped her heal, and in turn, she healed him as well. He could finally feel comfortable in his own skin, like he was worth it, like he was wanted. It was heady. It was a feeling he'd never had before.

Dying was awful. He can acknowledge that his human life should not have ended, but he definitely got lucky that his story kept on.

[littleghoulghost]

Tbh, got a little Mountain post I'm working on that might make some of you guys really sad. Hopefully. At least in a good way. Mountain within my AU is a huge reflection of myself in some ways. His character is a reflection of a lot of my mental state at different points in my life, behaviors, instinctual reactions, etc.

I think I want to work on fleshing out the ghouls a bit more. I want to try to find my muse again a bit. Hopefully I can get this post out before too long, I'm tired of not having stories for you guys!

[littleghoulghost]

More little ghoul and uncle Sodo pls pls. Like maybe little ghoul being like attached to him for a day and idk i feel like Sodo would love the attention especially as it maybe would make swiss a little jelly😅

Sorry for taking so long with this Anon! Work is kinda draining, turns out I hate 40 hours a week. I also just couldn't figure out how go write this, so it's been sitting in my drafts a good while. Hopefully you enjoy it either way!

Swiss was frustrated. Little Ghoul was barely looking at him today, too distracted by clinging to Sodo and playing with him. As soon as she had woken up, she had begun to cling to Sodo relentlessly. And of course, the fire ghoul was soaking in the attention. It made his blood boil, that was his cub! She was his! His little buddy, his little shadow! Sodo couldn't have her!

Everytime he caught a glimpse or a whisper of sound from them he would huff in irritation. It burned him. The jealousy burned through him like acid; it seared his flesh and bones. He knew it was irrational, knew she would go back to being his little buddy, but it still raged through him.

Finally, in an effort for control, he distanced himself. He wandered the surrounding forest, dived through the nearby pond and worked himself to exhaustion. It helped. He'd gotten so used to the cub's attention he'd grown selfish with it, had forgotten the need to share her with the others. It was good for him to step back sometimes, no matter how much he didn't want to.

As he lay in bed that night, sleep encroaching upon him, a tiny body came clambering into his bed. Small hands gently pushed and shoved his body into position as they made room for themselves. He went along willingly, his instincts calming as the cub settled against his chest, purrs rumbling from them both. It was a good end.

[littleghoulghost]

I've said before that typically those who suffer from mental illness become ghouls. Ghouls are a rare occurrence, but since the human population is so dense, there's actually a high number of them. Ghoul creation also relies on the soul's self-hatred to damn themselves to Hell.

Hell itself is not actually what you see depicted in movies, books, and art. Sure, there are some pits and fire lakes, etc., but it's also a reflection of Earth as we know it minus the effects of human civilization. If you were in the exact same coordinates of Earth and Hell, you'd see about the same sights. For example, Mount Rushmore. On Earth, you see it as it is present day. In Hell, you'd see it as it was originally. No carved heads, no buildings, no monuments. Exactly as it was before human intervention. This can be changed by the flora and fauna of Hell, but it's typically not an extreme change unless there was significant damage and a landslide happened or something.

Life in Hell is incredibly harsh. If you watch the survival series Alone you'd be able to get an idea of what it's like. Except your ecosystem is much more predatory and perfectly willing to eat you.

I'll add more to this as I think of things, but this is for now my thoughts.

[littleghoulghost]

I need yall to ask me questions about how ghouls function, survive, etc. If you guys are able to think of questions it helps me flesh out my AUs and headcanons. I've been trying to force myself to do some writing, but it seems the more I try the more I struggle.

I felt the brain hyperfocusing on ghouls in Hell, so that's where I gotta go to get the dopamine.

[littleghoulghost]

It's been a while since I thought about Delta. So here are some random fun facts about her.

1. Delta is a born ghoul. This is uncommon. Not due to a lack of born ghouls, but simply due to the fact that the number is so much lower than that of created ghouls. Born ghouls are probably only 10-20% of the ghoul population. Not only that, but there are a lot of ghouls who just don't want to reproduce, especially in Hell.

2. Delta can't play any instruments. Originally I was going to say she gets the same job LG has in my other AU, but I decided not to go with that. I think they would try it out at first, but it's not where her talents lie. Instead she's an apprentice under the ancient ghoulette currently serving as the abbey's seamstress. Delta will be in charge of the band's wardrobe during tours since the seamstress stays on church grounds.

3. Delta comes from a pack of mostly unrelated ghouls. Her parents weren't mates, but they do spend heats together now and then. They love each other very much, even if they aren't in love with each other. She is also their only cub.

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Wish Granted

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Swiss didn't know what had been going on. He'd been with Lil for a while now, but something was different. At first, he hadn't known what it was, what had set his teeth on edge; then he'd realized one night while laying in bed that her scent had changed.

It wasn't that she smelled bad before. She actually smelled quite lovely, but it had changed in a way he couldn't explain. Her fiery scent, so full of spice, had become sweeter. Like fruit drenched in honey, like the sweetened condensed milk his mother would use to make caramel. Not to say the spiciness had left, no, it stayed much the same. But it was tamed by the changes.

Of course, he felt like an idiot when she told him the news. He had known she'd been feeling off. He would have realized earlier perhaps than even she did if he'd bothered to use his quintessence element to check her over. But he didn't.

So instead, he's surrounded by the pack and Papa when she signs to him the words. I'm pregnant. They still rattle around his head, pushing everything else out of his brain as he lays with her. She was quite content to be curled against him with her back to his chest. She was purring in her sleep, soft breaths puffing against his arm as she slept upon it.

He can't help but caress her belly with his palm. It's soft but still unaffected by the cub growing within. He thinks about what it'll be like once he can actually see it, feel it for himself. It makes his eyes sting. He'd always wanted to be a dad, but he never thought it would happen. So many failed relationships during his human life, the overwhelming fear of abandonment afterwards, the regret as he lay dying in that dusty compound in that godforsaken desert.

He had to swallow back his tears to avoid letting them fall down his face. He didn't want to wake his sleeping mate. He pushed his face into the back of her neck, drowning himself in her scent and holding her more firmly. He would never take this for granted.

[littleghoulghost]

Hey guys! Sorry for taking so long to post anything. It's been about two months since I started working, and it's going really good! I'm walking about 10 miles a day, which is a ton, but my feet are finally starting to adjust and the blisters are starting to go away.

I've also been starting to feel a little less tired now, so I'll try to get some writing done on breaks here and there. I also had to get a brand new phone, I literally got it yesterday. My old phone wasn't hardly loading anything and it was taking forever just to unlock the thing. So it was high time for a new one.

Anyways, I'll be trying to do some more writing, especially on breaks and weekends.

[faustandfurious]

One advantage of not really having a strong sense of gender identity is that you’re very [shrug emoji] about how people gender you. Sometimes people call me by she/her pronouns and sometimes they go with he/him pronouns and on the internet people often default to they/them, and neither option is entirely right but also, fuck if I know what would be right, and I don’t particularly care. Therefore I’m perfectly happy to outsource my gender identity to the people around me who actually need to figure out which box to put me in. I don’t need to talk about myself in third person, so really my pronouns sound like a you problem.

[faustandfurious]

My pronouns are I/me and the rest is for someone else to deal with because I have better things to do.

[faustandfurious]

Very fond of macrolabels, like “queer”, that provide zero extra information. Is it genderqueer? Is it romantic/sexual orientation queer? Is it queer as in “none of your fucking business what’s in my pants and what I do with it and with whom”?

[randomslasher]

This is actually probably the first time I’ve ever read something that accurately describes my relationship with gender--ie, ‘my gender is me and my pronouns are a you problem’--so thank you for that!

[ober-affen-geil]

#you cannot gender me in a way that matters

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ME

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I got a question! Do you think Copia gave LG a cardinal Copia Plushie?

Hope your doing well!😊

Hey! Sorry I've taken so long, work is killer!

Anyways, LG absolutely has a Cardinal Copia plush. However, she kinda hates it. Something about Plushia freaks her out, and it's her punching bag. Copia is very concerned about this, but he still replaces it every now and then with a new one. Its essentially her chew toy. But anything that depicts Papa as he is now is typically treated gently with love.

Plushia just really rubs her the wrong way, so she chews him up a lot. Poor thing.

[littleghoulghost]

I'm in Kentucky visiting a friend, AND I LOCKED MY KEYS IN MY FUCKING CAR 😭😭😭

They have to buy a slim jim to unlock it and come open up my car, because I left my keys in the ignition. I can't believe I've done this 😭😭😭

[littleghoulghost]

Update: I made it back home at about 730 after a 5 hour drive. I ended up having to call a locksmith to come break into my car. Luckily the guy only charged me $40, because usually they'll charge about $100 or so.