I guess I should do one of these pinned post intros, hmm?
Hi!
You can call me "Mac" on here 😊 30y/o, she/her
I post and reblog Ghost, Arcane, and Sleep Token content. I have a lot of furbabies and I work with animals so you'll definitely be seeing them on here.
I also have an Arcane sideblog: @mac-on-emberflitalley
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Jayvik Medieval AU for WIP Wednesday today! Something that me and @kroas-adtam have been raving and ranting to each other about and just can't get enough of 🤩💙
Part 4 of my Impera ghoul designs: Swiss and Mountain. These two were the hardest for me to figure out but hopefully, they turned out alright
Previous designs: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Headcanons under the cut:
Mountain
During the Prequelle era he had long hair and it was occasionally braided by the ghoulettes. Once Impera came, he decided to cut it so it wouldn't get in the way while he worked (Swiss held a funeral for the loss)
Flowers grow on his horns during the spring
He wears different pants to accommodate his hooves and help him move easily while drumming, it's tailored to look like the regular ghoul uniform
His biggest weakness: Freshly waxed floors
Swiss
His eyes are hidden most of the time but the Siblings are advised not to look directly at his eyes specifically
Styles his hair in multiple ways after finding a fashion magazine
Very silent when he moves, Copia got so sick of getting jumpscared by the ghoul that he placed bells by the end of his tail. Swiss thinks it's funny and uses the bells to annoy him instead by constantly jingling them
[No one asked for more Ripley content, in fact I think people would rather I just write something about the main ghouls, but my boy is back on my mind, and so is his dynamic with Omega and Copia so here we are.]
He's a sinner with a loose grasp of a the saints, who calls upon Saint Benedict when he drinks, and Saint Christopher when he stumbles home; Headlong into the bushes, crashing down and cursing Saint Francis, begging Mother Mary for forgiveness when all he can do is lay there and cry.
The stars overhead, a peek at the heavens, become obscured by clouds, like his doubts fogging his belief.
And then he's drawn up.
Hands under his arms, pulled up like he weighs nothing, nothing at all.
"Get yourself together, Champ, you're halfway home." a voice tells him, followed by a solid thump on the back, "There's a lad, keep on going."
He stops.
"I don't know where that is..." he whispers, "I don't..."
"I'll show you then." the voice tells him, "Though I'll need you to stand up a little straighter so we can walk together."
The walk is long, but short, but just the right length to clear his head enough to gaze upon his savior with glassy eyes.
"Are you Saint Anthony?" he questions, and a laugh that is not entirely his own shakes his body, "No?"
"Hardly." comes a gentle reply, and suddenly the grip on him loosens, and he's tumbling down, down, down, "Careful now, the floor is not as forgiving as the hedges."
He hums dumbly, knees pressing to cold stone.
"Perhaps I don't want to be forgiven." he remarks, mind in a swirl, eyes watering, "Perhaps..."
"For someone who doesn't want to be forgiven, you seem rather remorseful down there on your knees." the other says, coming to crouch beside him, just out of view, "What grave sin have you committed that you've come to be in such a state, hm~?"
His confession comes out in a nonsensical babble that even great scholars could not decipher, a messy spew of emotions hard to dissect from one another, and a hand comes down to cup his face.
"Ah, oh goodness, look at you..." Pitying purple eyes bore into his soul, "Sweet little lamb..."
"'m not a sh... sheep." he manages, a hiccup in-between, "'m... Mega 'm not a sheep..."
Omega squeezes the man's face, some strange emotion flitting across his face.
"Than what are you? Who are you?" he questions -taunts, teases- tilting his horned head, white hairs catching the light of the grand chandelier overhead, the one that has only just come back into his world view, and glittering like snow, "Hm? Can you tell me that?"
Shaking hands grasp the wrist of the one squishing his face, and he tries to remain focused.
"Noo..." he slurs dismissively, "Don't wanna..."
The ghoul scoffs and throws his head back with a dry laugh before letting out a sigh.
"You're being petulant."
"Mn... don't use such big words..." the man whines, "...you're so mean to me..."
"I'm being mean?" Omega asks, forcibly turning his head to the side, having maintained his grasp on his cheeks, "You're the one slipping away to drink away his sorrows in a dive, making me have to run all over creation to find you and bring you home, now tell me who's being mean? Hm?"
A true puzzle.
He paws at the ground, dodging eye contact.
"Oh dear, what have we here?" another voice interrupts, follows by the tack, tack, tack, of descending footfalls on wooden stairs, "Oh, Ripley..."
He blinks.
Ripley.
Right, right that's...
"I don't... I don't know..." Ripley sniffles, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
"Oh, sweet, sweet lamb..." Omega coos, drawing the smaller man into his arms, rubbing away the indent from his fingers on his face, "I know you are."
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
"Shh... shh, no, no, I know you are... Poor little thing..."
Ripley presses his face into Omega's chest, breathing in the scent of old linen that clings to him.
"I want it to stop..." he whispers into cloth, fur, and flesh, directly to the heart of him, "Make it stop..."
Omega pets his hair gently, speaking softly as the figure from the stairs comes to stand beside them.
"He's getting worse." they say without fear of being heard, "Every day he's getting worse."
"He's very sick." Omega says, the frown evident in his tone, "I worry that... Cardinal, he's your protégé, what would you have me do about it?"
Copia gives pause, but, ultimately, says nothing more.
Contains: Seasonal festivities, a minor accident, mouth stuff, hand stuff, and Rain and Dew being OTP.
This was for @papaslittlesunshine who was supposed to get this for Christmas, and then as it turns out, internet can be unreliable at the bottom of the world. Enjoy a holiday fic in March, Tumblr.
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The longest night of the year, but between the partying and alcohol and the veritable bowl of joints Mountain and Swiss spent the afternoon rolling to hand out as a gesture of goodwill, it’ll be here and gone in a blur.
“Taking a breather?” Dew asks, sidling up next to him. His voice is just loud enough to be heard over the ambient noise, the sudden press of him against his shoulder a pleasant surprise. It’s possible fire ghouls run warmer- probable, even- but Rain feels with certainty that the heat any contact from him throws off has more to do with his reaction to Dew, than anything else. Side by side, still clothed, Rain feels summer sun where they connect, even in the dead of winter.
Or,
Revelry and worship in equal measure.
Tags: Domestic Fluff, Milestones; First Steps and Words (They're growing up so fast guys T-T)
Chapter 1 here or on AO3.
Read chapter 24 under the cut or on AO3.
Since the kits have become more mobile, their dads are reluctant to let them crawl all over the bed in fear of them falling off it—hence Swiss, Mountain, Amon, Aelin, and Arya are having floor time. All five of them actually prefer the floor; especially with a bunch of soft blankets and their bunnies around. Except…
“Ow, you little demons!” Mountain exclaims through giggles as his breath is once again punched out of him. Or rather poked out of him with Arya and Amon’s knees and elbows. Next to them, Swiss is wheezing with laughter as Aelin crawls all over him; also stabbing him with her bony limbs. And smacking him in the face with her tail while she’s at it.
It’s bordering on physical abuse, but also fun—the kits are not that heavy yet. Neither Swiss nor Mountain know what’s so fun in crawling all over them with no apparent purpose, but their children seem to be enjoying themselves; that’s all that matters.
At some point Aelin tumbles off of Swiss’ stomach and lands on her feet. She and Arya have already stood up in their crib, so that isn’t particularly surprising, but what is, is that the water ghoulette completely casually walks over to Mountain.
Both her dads are too stunned with how unbothered she is by her achievement—she just flops onto the earth ghoul and carries on her fun.
“You sure she isn’t Rain’s?” Mountain asks before bursting out laughing when Arya shoves a hand into Swiss’ mouth—open wide in shock.
Exactly a week after Aelin’s first steps, Arya is feeling the peer pressure.
Not actually, but it’s a little funny that she hadn’t shown any interest in walking until Aelin had reached that milestone. Now, the multi ghoulette tries to stand up and walk a few times a day.
It’s not going too well for her at first, but she doesn’t seem to be discouraged, and neither are her dads. They cheer on every attempt of hers and they know it will be sooner, rather than later, that one of them is successful.
Today the five of them come into the common room some time before dinner—Mountain carrying Arya, Swiss Amon, and Aelin stomping on next to them holding onto Swiss’ tail for balance.
Most of the pack is there, including Dewdrop with one of his guitars—casually playing some random tunes, probably coming up with them as he goes. On either side of him there’s Rain and Aeon, and Aether and Sunshine are bustling about in the kitchen.
As soon as Aelin notices Rain, she waddles over to him with a big smile.
“Hello, duckling!” he greets her and when she reaches him, he picks her up and sits her on his thigh. Swiss and Mountain put Amon and Arya down on the carpet and Amon starts crawling towards Aeon right away, while Arya…stands. She stands still in one place, looking as if she’s carefully calculating something; she probably is. Everyone watches her carefully and somewhat expectantly.
Then Dewdrop strums his guitar a single time and she takes off in his direction. The fire ghoul starts laughing and reaches out to catch the ghoulette before she slams her face against his legs.
Swiss and Mountain let out breaths that they didn’t even know were holding only when she safely arrives at her destination. Only then do they smile and laugh and cheer like the rest of the ghouls present.
“Oh, we’re so doomed now that she can do that,” Aeon giggles under his breath. Mountain and Swiss don’t even have it in themselves to disagree—there’s no denying an up-and-running Arya will be a handful.
They sigh, while the ghoulette is having the time of her life strumming Dewdrop’s guitar.
Yule has come and gone, New Year’s Eve has come and gone, and before long it’s February again. Neither Swiss, nor Mountain can believe it’s been a year since their kits have been born. They think back to it and laugh about some parts of that day; Copia’s reaction to Swiss starting to give birth in his bedroom, for one.
Aelin, Arya, and Amon’s first birthday (the only birth-day among the Ministry’s ghouls, is worth noting, as they all only have their summoning days), wasn’t too pompous—their dads have decided that they’re not going to remember it anyway, so a bigger birthday parties will happen later on; they want their kits to have these memories.
This year the kits have, of course, gotten a cake—special baby-safe cake baked by Cumulus and Rain—and a bunch of gifts. Things like toys, plushies, and some more clothes, as they’ve already grown out of most of what they had.
In the afternoon, the kits have had a nap, and now they’re waking up. Arya’s always quite cranky after a nap and today is no exception. Her cries sober up both her siblings and her dads, who sigh and get up to get her and help her settle.
Mountain picks her up and starts looking around for her bunny plushie before Arya notices its absence. He’s not fast enough, though, so her crying grows in volume before her Papa finds the plushie and places it against her.
“There, there, here’s your rabbit,” he sighs, smiling softly as he watches the ghoulette all but melt. She kicks up a purr and nuzzles against the plushie before–
“‘Bit,” she mumbles.
“What?” Mountain chuckles in shock.
“‘Bit!” Arya repeats, clear as a day.
“Yes, your rabbit! Oh, you silly girl,” the earth ghoul coos and hugs her before turning to Swiss. “Hey, darling, listen to this.”
“Hm?” Swiss perks up from where he’s dressing Amon.
Mountain prompts Arya to say her word again, but she only chomps down at the plushie’s ear and remains silent. “Oh, really? Now you’re quiet?”
“What is it?”
“She said ‘bit’, after I gave her her rabbit,” Mountain explains, but Swiss doesn’t seem to believe him. “She really did, twice!”
“Sure, sure,” the multi ghoul giggles. “I’ll believe it when I hear it.”
His mate grumbles something in displeasure as he puts Arya down on the bed and gets to dressing her up.
“Can you hand me some socks for her?” Mountain asks Swiss and he walks over with a pair. While he’s there, he attempts to help the earth ghoul with their daughter by taking her plushie’s ear out of her mouth, but it backfires.
“‘BIT!!!” Arya screams, completely stunning Swiss. Mountain only smiles smugly and continues putting on her socks.
With the help of a picture book, Aelin has learned exactly who everyone around is and has a way of naming them all. The grown ups practice it with her often and even though with only the five of them in the room there isn’t much opportunity to do that, Swiss still tries.
When he points at Amon, Aelin points at a tree in the book; Mountain is, obviously, a mountain; Arya is the sun.
Then, Swiss points at himself, “Who’s this?”
Aelin doesn’t point this time. Her face lights up before she proudly says her first word, “Mama.”
Swiss’ jaw drops and so does Mountain’s next to him. “Did she just…?”
“Say that again, sweetheart?” the multi ghoul prompts before breaking out into a huge grin.
“Mama!” Aelin calls out while clapping her hands, Swiss and Mountain’s reactions only spurring her on. “Mama, mama, mama!”
“I am, yes, I am, my little princess!” Swiss cheers with his eyes only mildly wet.
He brings the ghoulette close to her for a hug and she sighs dramatically, whispering one more time, “Mama…”
Swiss and Mountain are worried.
Arya and Aelin have already taken their first steps five months ago—the former is already zooming through the corridors at alarming speeds—and started talking—the water ghoulette doesn’t spare her vocal chords calling out for her Mama and Papa whenever possible…but Amon? He has still neither started talking, nor walking.
The little earth ghoul is calm and quiet, not causing much, if any, trouble. On the one hand, Mountain and Swiss are grateful for that, but on the other, they’re worried. For some reason he has taken a particular liking to Aether and Aeon; the assumption that he’s drawn to quintessence is obvious. It doesn’t bother his dads—quite the opposite, they’re glad their little boy has two favorite uncles.
He’s with them right now, playing sensory games on the floor in the common room while Swiss and Mountain watch them from the couch. Aelin and Arya are spending time with, respectively, Rain and Dewdrop.
At some point Amon yawns in a truly adorable way, making everyone in the room coo over him.
“Tired?” Aether asks him. He nods and rubs his eyes with his little fists in reply.
“Oh, so sleepy,” Aeon chuckles before gesturing towards the couch. “Go to your Mama and Papa, sprout.”
“Yeah, c’mon, baby,” Swiss encourages with a grin, fully expecting his son to clumsily crawl to them. That’s how he begins his journey, indeed, but as he’s passing the coffee table he grabs its leg and starts to pull himself up.
Mountain gasps quitely and freezes, watching carefully. Swiss’ smile drops into a shocked, albeit excited and proud expression. Aeon and Aether stay back on the floor, but the latter slowly crawls after the kit to catch him, in case his attempt goes wrong.
His first three steps are very wobbly, but soon enough he gains some stability and rushes onwards. The little earth ghoul stumbles the last two steps towards the couch and flops against it with a bright smile on his face. Swiss scoops him right up and all but attacks him with kisses all over his little face. Amon giggles loudly, making everyone start laughing—they’re all so proud of him!
“Good job, sweet thing!” Swiss squeals, vibrating with joy.
“You’re going to join your sisters in haunting the Abbey soon enough, won’t you?” Mountain chuckles; also very happy and proud, but more composed.
Amon scrunches up his eyebrows at that, clearly displeased with the implication. He opens his mouth, then closes it again, then purses his lips, and–
“No,” he says while shaking his head. The room explodes in cheers; the kit keeps giggling.
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