I post a bunch of Ghost stuff. You can call me Elysium or El, whichever you like more. They/them. 26 y/o. This is an 18+ account, minors will be blocked. Following from C*******-********t
So I went down a bit of a rabbit hole for putting the ghouls in different clothes other than their stage uniforms. It started out with these Phantom sketches and thought that I might as well do it for the others.
I decided to make it 3 things: their work clothes outside of the band, a casual outfit, and then lounge wear/whatever they find in the ministry's lost and found bin. I'll update this more with the ghoulettes and Mountain in the reblogs (maybe I'll also redo Phantom and put him in more dynamic poses)
My account on YT was banned for some shadow reason that I'm too insignificant to know so I'm just gonna upload them here in full. I hope the quality is not too bad y_y;;
I joined the GHOST community in June 2021! Not so new no more. A lot of these stills were made before I even really had a feel for the characters/performance the musicians were giving us. Some of the jokes are very vague for this purpose hahaha.. It all works out though! I think a lot of people really enjoyed that aspect of it. :)
After his transition, Dewdrop felt nothing but loss. Everything was taken from him. His element, his pack, his bass. And what pack he had left felt like strangers to him, though some of them were strangers. Mountain and Aether looked at him different. He was just Dew now. No more Dewdrop, the clergy had even stolen his own fucking name from him. No more droplet, no more water lily, no more catfish. Sure, the nicknames changed. Sure, they were still endearing. But they weren’t his. It felt like he’d stolen something from Ifrit - like every passing ‘spitfire’ was desecrating something sacred.
In the weeks and months following, he hides the urge to grimace every single time these new pet names find their way to his ears. Dew wants to like them, wants to feel that familiar fuzzy warmth in his chest. Yearns for the feeling of love to settle into his core like an old familiar friend. He also does his best not to looked like a kicked puppy when Mountain calls this new ghoul ‘tadpole’ for the first time, and the second time, and every occurrence after that. It was like being replaced. More confusing of a feeling though, keeping him around to watch this new water ghoul blossom was painful. Could have been classified as Dewdrop related cruelty.
And there is no way for him to swallow down the resentment and anger that boils in him when Aether purrs the faintest ‘raindrop’ against Rain’s kiss plumped lips. Puts off sparks, the fire in the hearth crackles and flares violently before snuffing out abruptly as he gets off the couch and storms out of the room.
Time blurs eventually. They say it heals all wounds but all it does is numb him to the hurt. Dew can force it down far enough he can force himself to be in the same room as Rain. And then after a bit longer, tolerate a conversation with him, which turns into multiple over time. Spirals into thousands of shared thoughts and words between them until Dew can’t get enough of listening to Rain talk. Disdain and arms length distance becomes infatuation and a desire for proximity he didn’t think possible before.
Dew kisses him. Suddenly and without even considering what he was doing, the fire ghoul was leaning over the sleek white bass in Rain’s lap to sate an itch he’d been ignoring since the day they met. Their mouths fit together like they were made for this. He tastes like everything Dew had dreamed about and more. It tastes like home and conflict mixed in one but it doesn’t drive him away like it should. Curiosity has him licking over the seam of Rain’s lips and dipping past when Rain allows him in. His gasp lights a fire in Dew he’d never felt. Not simply arousal, but something deeper than even he knew. Completion.
They’re lucky Rain has the shoulder strap on because if not that bass would’ve hit the floor because Rain’s hands had abandoned it to fit on a more favorable body. One against his cheek, the other on the back of his neck. Every point of contact Dew can find helps make the world make sense again. He’s practically trying to crawl into Rain’s already occupied lap, wanting to press their bodies together in a way not entirely sexual.
And they part, and Dew’s world feels broken in half. Ripped away by the distance between their lips. The taste lingers and Dew hopes it stays forever. Hopes that this might be the one thing they can’t take from him.
“Rain, I-“
“Took you long enough,” he interrupts and pets his thumb over his warm cheek. “Kept me waiting, droplet.”
There it is. That single fucking word and Dew’s shattered world is flipped on its head and forced back together despite the missing chipped pieces.
The clergy may have stolen it from him, but Rain gave it back just like that.
Dew could laugh, should probably cry, but he just stares at those pretty blue eyes. Frozen until relief thaws him and reminds his heart to start beating again, even if it is a bit faster than it had been. It didn’t matter, his heart could beat right out of his chest and Dew wouldn’t care. Too fixated on the way the word leaves Rain’s tongue, fascinated by the fondness it carries, enraptured by the way he looks at him. It didn’t cure the pain his transition caused him, but it did stitch the open wound shut so it could finally begin to heal.
“Say it again…”
“Again?”
“Call me that again, please.”
“As many times as you want, droplet. Anything you want.”
And each one is a reminder of who he was - who he is. His name no longer felt strange and foreign like ill fitted clothes.
in mt head mountain is definitely a nasty little shit. like the dewdrop equivalent of a dom. so hear me out
gaged, cuffed, collared, and leashed rain. he ASKED for it. he knows mountain plays hard with the other ghouls but never him. rain just wants to be forced out of his head, nothing to think, nothing to feel, no emotions to deal with just feel good be good. he asks mountain for help of course. everyone turns to mountain when they need to get out of their head. mountain knows this so rain coming to him doenst shock him.
but mountain is so so gentle with him, praise and loving words the whole time, gentle touch’s despite the gear rains been set up in, despite being face down ass up with his hands bound for what feels like hours, tortured in the best way possible. not a single fucking negative thought, they’ve all been flowing out of his head pooling with the drool on the sheets.
i’m so fucking weak for soft mountain.
I agree with you. Mountain is absolutely a conniving Dom. Tricky. Always gives his partners exactly what they need--even if it isn't what they ask for.
You always send me such good shit, Rosey.
Rain is drooling onto the sheets. It slips around the gag in his mouth and drips, steadily, onto Mountain's clean sheets. If he was anyone else, Mountain would probably punish him for this. But he doesn't, of course, he doesn't.
Mountain's hands are soft on Rain's skin, carding up and down his spine, pressing calloused thumbs into the divots at the small of his back.
"You're taking this so well, Raincloud." Mountain's voice is quiet, easy. The praise makes Rain shudder. Mountain slides his hand up Rain's spine, tracing each vertebra under his fingers. He slips his fingers into the sweaty hair at the back of Rain's head. Rain expects pain, finally, after all this softness. But Mountain just applies gentle pressure, no pain. Just a slow rub that only serves to make Rain float even higher. He sinks lower into the bed, and presses his forehead into the wet spot on the sheets.
When Mountain tugs on the leash, it's easy, a quick sharp tug, not hard enough to choke. He holds it tight but uses an arm around Rain's waist to haul him upright. He braces Rain's boneless body against his own chest, bending so he can press his face against Rain's cheek.
He swipes the drool off of Rain's cheeks and chin. Rain looks over at him, eyes wild. He waits for Mountain to say something about it, to call him messy, to be mean. Mountain drags his hand down Rain's chest to roll a nipple between his fingers. Rain moans, he leans his weight more fully on Mountain. His head falls forward, dark curls falling into his face.
More drool drips down to the bed.
"Gorgeous, Rainy. So responsive. You're so good like this. You've been so good for me. You know that right?"
Rain lifts his head, he looks at Mountain through heavy-lidded eyes. Good? He hasn't done anything.
Mountain has been at him for what feels like hours. Touching him gently. Pressing soft kisses and praise to every inch of Rain's skin. Edging him, over and over, with smooth languid strokes on his cock. Working him open at the same time. His fingers stroking deep inside of him, making Rain keen, stars dancing behind his eyes.
Rain hasn't done anything except be here, cuffed, gagged, leashed. The collar around his throat is Mountain's favorite. Pretty, effective. Deep forest green leather, embroidered with ivy leaves. When Mountain strokes his fingers over it on his way to cup Rain's jaw, Rain shudders.
Rain isn't sure if Mountain expects an answer, but he doesn't have one. He just rests his head back against Mountain's shoulder. His body exposed to Mountain's wandering hands. Everything feels delayed, like moving through syrup. Mountain's touch is the only thing that really comes through, stark in its gentleness. Mountain trails a finger over Rain's belly, through the hair there, and downward to curl his hand around his cock.
Mountain kisses Rain's temple, lips lingering against the sweat-slicked skin, as he starts to stroke and Rain's body starts to tremble against his.
Rain shakes his head. He can't do it again. He can't stand another denial. He wants to cum, he needs to cum. He wants to beg for it. The gag makes it impossible. He settles for a whine. He squeezes his eyes shut.
"It's ok, Raincloud. I have you. I won't stop this time, I promise."
He doesn't stop. When Rain's body goes taught in his arms, he keeps going, until Rain is cumming with a sob. Mountain wrings it out of him, prolonging it with skilled strokes, milking Rain for every drop as Rain shudders and drools and sobs in relief.
Mountain lowers Rain back down onto the bed. Rain turns his head so he can press his cheek to the sheets. The wet spot has gone cold. He rests his cheek on it. It feels good against his burning skin.
"Are you ready for me, Raincloud? Just a little more."
Rain nods, eager. Mountain holds onto Rain with one hand on the short chain between the cuffs. With the other, he lines himself up and presses in.
The push is slow, indulgent. Mountain groans, long and deep. Rain whines. His body is overstimulated. Mountain feels huge. Impossibly hard. Rain's stuffed full, and cum drunk. He closes his eyes and loses himself in the slow slide of Mountain inside of him.
Mountain crying during sex. Favourite headcanon ever.
He gets especially emotional with Cumulus because despite his size and strength, she treats him so gently. Like he's the strongest in their pack, and she's acting like he's made of glass. Oh, he can't hold it back at all
