Kiss The Go-Goat

Cracked my knee and as soon as I did, the walls creaked?? Communicating with bricks rn y'all

That was me sorry 😓

Tawny!!! :D

Hiya!!! :D I heard a human woman saying that and it sounds so fun! Did I use it right?

Cracked my knee and as soon as I did, the walls creaked?? Communicating with bricks rn y'all

That was me sorry 😓

If i bite a vampire do they turn human

Are you human?

But also technically it's. The vamp putting their Vampire Blood into the bite that turns their victim, not just the bite itself

If I bite you do you turn into a ghoul?

Sometimes I remember how americans hold their fuckin cutlery and it makes me so glad to be british

I'd say no offence but I hope it wounds you all to your fuckin cores

How do they hold cutlery? I didn't know there was different ways to hold it

shetheyslain

Dahling you simply must read this book! It’s all about this devious little caterpillar who simply gorges himself on all manner of divine things

tracingthetapestry

winged whumpee whose wings are rarely groomed, and when they are, it's with cold hands and with none of the comfort that comes with the act of familial or pack grooming. whumper likes to mock them— telling them all about how ugly their wings are, while plucking out feathers bent or out of place as whumpee squirms in discomfort. there's a void opening it's maw wide within them as they struggle to stay still and not exacerbate the agony, tears sliding down their cheeks as they dig bloody crescents in the meat of their palms. they can't do this on their own. they've tried, they really have— but their hands never reach the plumage properly, and they often end up causing more harm instead of good.

so they tremble through the threats of a broken wing bone as whumper plucks the wings out after ruffling them all wrong. they clench their jaw and they don't scream, waiting for it to be done so they can curl into their bare corner— void of blankets and pillows and little trinkets they used to collect. whumper is only going through the trouble because a bad molting is even worse to deal with. infection may set in, and no one wants to spend that much time or energy on whumpee.

and if they curl their wings tighter around them while slumped on floor, carding fingers through the feathers— well, nobody has to know.

Look at my fuck ass son bro he doesn't know how to glamour himself yet

@big-tall-moose

Not even a single fuckin apple tall

How'd you an Tawny make such a tiny creature?

I dunno we're both tall and this thing keeps jumping out at me from the tall grass 😭

Be nice about my baby!

I am! I'm bein plenty nice!

My kit is more than one apple tall! We measured him!!! He's one and a half apples 😡

Okay, barnyard, whatever you say

I'm gonna get my chickens on you

The chickens that are all twice the size of your fuckass kit?

...I mean the chicks are smaller than him

But that's besides the point!

Look at my fuck ass son bro he doesn't know how to glamour himself yet

@big-tall-moose

Not even a single fuckin apple tall

How'd you an Tawny make such a tiny creature?

I dunno we're both tall and this thing keeps jumping out at me from the tall grass 😭

Be nice about my baby!

I am! I'm bein plenty nice!

My kit is more than one apple tall! We measured him!!! He's one and a half apples 😡

Okay, barnyard, whatever you say

I'm gonna get my chickens on you

Look at my fuck ass son bro he doesn't know how to glamour himself yet

@big-tall-moose

Not even a single fuckin apple tall

How'd you an Tawny make such a tiny creature?

I dunno we're both tall and this thing keeps jumping out at me from the tall grass 😭

Be nice about my baby!

I am! I'm bein plenty nice!

My kit is more than one apple tall! We measured him!!! He's one and a half apples 😡

Look at my fuck ass son bro he doesn't know how to glamour himself yet

@big-tall-moose

Not even a single fuckin apple tall

How'd you an Tawny make such a tiny creature?

I dunno we're both tall and this thing keeps jumping out at me from the tall grass 😭

Be nice about my baby!

Ollie am I weird? :(

@tawny-tornado

Yeah. It's what makes you so fun to be around.

Some of the Siblings of Sin were saying I'm a big weirdo and that's why no one likes to be around me :( they said even Canyon thinks so

Want me to have a little chat with them? We all know Canyon loves you more than life itself.

Yes please ☹️

He does? 🥺

Ollie am I weird? :(

@tawny-tornado

Yeah. It's what makes you so fun to be around.

#note: them people are just being dicks canyon loves them

Some of the Siblings of Sin were saying I'm a big weirdo and that's why no one likes to be around me :( they said even Canyon thinks so

"What's your gender?" Whatever the bit calls for, babesssss

unmasked-apollo

Gender is for nerds. Im not elaborating

Gender's for narcs

Gender is for science mice

Silhouettes.

An air ghouls' silhouette is like no other. Goat horns almost always perfectly symmetrical, wings tucked up and heavy on their back, and eyes wide as plates staring one down until their very soul was handed over. A high bitch song whistling through the crisp air and sounding all around, air ghouls are the closest Hell got to Heaven.

"Hello," came a whispery voice from behind Green Arrow, head tilted, hands in pockets and body leaning forward curiously. This ghoul looked like an angel, beautiful like none could imagine with pale feathers like that of a barn owl.

- @tornado-ghoul 🦉

Ollie spent enough time with Bruce to not be entirely surprised when someone snuck up on him, though he did still tense slightly as he turned around. His fingers tightened around his bow, not loading an arrow yet but keeping his other hand free to grab one if he needed to.

"Hi. You lost?" He asked. "Not many people spend their nights on rooftops, stalking vigilantes."

"I'm not stalking," they corrected, tilting their head the other way. "Just looking around. I like your bow and arrow. Where did you get it? Did you make it?" The ghoul hadn't blinked and it was starting to become difficult to determine what eyes were real and what eyes were false.

The fan of feathers that was their tail swept the ground as they circled Ollie, eyeing up every part of him. Not hungrily, or lustfully, but with an undying curiosity. They had always found humans fascinating, and liked to inspect how individuals dressed and carried themselves. The ghoul took a journal and pencil out of their satchel and began to take notes, even sketching out the human.

"I made it." He replied, studying the ghoul before him. "Most bows these days can't handle the things I need them to. Had to tailor it to my needs."

Ollie watched them, staying in place but keeping note of where they were at all times. He raised a brow at the journal and pencil, gaping slightly in surprise when they started to take notes and sketch him. "Okay.. This'll definitely go down in the books as the weirdest encounter I've ever had."

"Interesting. What do you need it for? Are you like Robin Hood? Do you shoot apples on people's heads?" This ghoul had enough questions to fill a reservoir. They peered at Ollie's face to sketch it down accurately, leaning just a bit too close to be polite.

"What's your name?" they asked, "humans all have names. It's one of my favourite things about you." Tornado bent themself nearly in half to see the details of Ollie's Green Arrow costume, so that it could be drawn.

"In a way, I guess? I don't rob from the rich and give to the poor, I just help put the corrupt behind bars for good. I could shoot an arrow on someone's head, you offering to stand still long enough for me to demonstrate my skill?" Really, he'd take any opportunity to show off.

"Green Arrow." He wasn't stupid enough to tell them his real name right off the bat. "Want me to strike a pose for you?"

"I'm not very good at staying still, sorry." Tornado wrote down a bit of information and the name, before putting the journal away in the satchel. "No, need, I already drew you. Green is a funny name. I've not heard that before."

Tornado took a step back and stuck out their hand stiffly for a handshake. "My name is Tornado. I was called that because I'm an air ghoul. Isn't that funny? Is your name Green because you wear green? And Arrow because you use a bow and arrow? Names are so funny."

"I see that." He huffed, momentarily pulling down his cowl enough to run his fingers through his hair before pulling it back up. "That was fast. Send me a copy in the post, I want it framed." Ollie was mostly joking, though he was definitely curious to see how it looked.

"An air ghoul?" He cautiously shook their hand, brows furrowed. "It's not- My name's not actually Green Arrow, that's the secret identity I have. A hero, part of the Justice League, protector of Star City." He left out the part where he drew a lot of inspiration from Robin Hood.

"Oh, the post! I know that! I like the stamps. I'll ask if I'm allowed and see then. I should be allowed. I'm very well behaved, so Frater likes me a lot." Tornado mimicked what Ollie did with his hair with their feathers, adding a little "hm" afterwards when they discovered that it didn't actually do anything.

"then why'd you say it is?" The ghoul tilted their head almost ninety degrees to the right now. "Star City is very pretty. Thank you for keeping it that way. I'm part of the Ghost Project. We aren't supposed to talk about it, but if you can say the wrong name then I guess it's fine to mention it!"

Ollie just watched, a little stunned. He'd never had an encounter anything like this before. "..Right. Of course you'd like the stamps."

"Because-" He sighed, running a hand down his face. "Jesus, I'm too tired to figure out whether you're fucking with me or not. I said the 'wrong name' because heroes don't usually tell people their civilian identities - we stay anonymous."

"I'm glad you like Star City. My kids and I work hard protecting it. Tell me more about this Ghost Project?"

"Fucking with you? No, I'm just asking. It seems a bit silly." Tornado ran their own hand over their face, mirroring Ollie's movements and gestures. Their wings fluttered, a bit tired of holding themselves up to not dirty their feathers on the ground. It was wet and dirty, two things Tornado didn't like to be.

"Well, we go around and spread the word of Satan Almighty to the world. It's quite fun! That's why they summon ghouls. I was summoned in 1962. I think I was first, if I remember right. There were five then, but we have dozens of ghouls now!"

"You- Okay, I should've probably expected that. You don't do well with metaphors or sarcasm, do you, Big Bird?" Ollie noticed the way they kept copying him, but he remembered the way Bruce used to do the same, occasionally, when he was trying to fit in with others.

He inhaled sharply at their explanation. "Right, okay. So, where were you all summoned from, dare I ask?"

"Oh, no, no I don't. I've been told I'm not good at that." Tornado stroked their feathers quietly, like someone at an interview twiddling their thumbs. They stared directly at Ollie's eyes, like eye context was as compulsory as breathing to them.

"Hell. Specifically the Pit. That's where ghouls live! It's the lowest part of hell, so there isn't a lot of natural light there, but there's plenty of fire from the fire ghouls!" That definitely went into a bit of a ramble and would continue snowballing if Ollie didn't shut them up.

Ollie watched every small movement, alert and wary even though they didn't currently seem to be of any threat to him. He wanted to make sure they stayed that way, if only until he knew how powerful they were.

"The Pit? Sounds real cosy." He mumbled sarcastically, making mental note to do some research after this encounter. "Why did they summon you? We've got more than enough people trying to take over the earth, we don't need any more."

Tornado whistled quietly as they looked around, mind growing bored of standing around with nothing to do. They began walking around and picking up bits of rubbish that had accumulated on the rooftop, producing a little bag to tuck them away in.

"It isn't. The Pit is nothing like it is up here. I like it up here a lot." Tornado shook the bag and fell to sit cross legged on the dirty floor. They took out their sketchbook and a glue stick and began to flatten out the rubbish onto a page.

"I don't know. Things used to be a lot more serious, but now we get to just do stuff. I think the Clergy know a lot more about Hell than they should and they know how to deal with ghouls. I don't know for certain, but I'm pretty sure my pack isn't the first they've had. We're probably the first to live, though."

Ollie gave a small hum of approvement when he saw them picking up the rubbish, knowing it likely wasn't something that had to be done in the Pit if there wasn't packaging for things to come in.

"You like it up here? Wow. Don't think I wanna know what it's like down there, then." He joked, trying to get closer to look at what they were making. "What's that? A scrapbook of bits and bobs?"

He shelfed the talk about the Clergy for now, not wanting them to know he was digging for information.

"Yes, it is! I like to draw in here a lot and do little collages. Mountain likes them, so I try to do a few a week if I can and he can look at them. The rubbish you lot throw away is so cool! I don't know why it's always on the floor but it's good enough for me because I get to use it!"

Tornado's feathers puffed slightly in delight and comfort. They loved when people asked about their art and collages and such. Honestly, they didn't even realise that Ollie was seeking information. They were a little airheaded like that.

I painted the Ministry's farm, would you like to see?

@tawny-tornado

Yes, absolutely. I'll see if we have a frame laying around for it.

*insert a really pretty stylistic wheat field with a sunset because I can't find one on Pinterest*

Looks great, Big Bird. Can't wait to have it hanging in the entryway for people to see when they come in. What kinda frame would go best with it, do you think?

I think brass? It'll go well with the wheat 🌾

I painted the Ministry's farm, would you like to see?

@tawny-tornado

Yes, absolutely. I'll see if we have a frame laying around for it.