Special Ghoul Phil
Phil is overworked and needs some relief. Stress Relief. The Band Ghost・Ghost B.C.・Special Ghoul・Phil GhoulPhil was a hardworking Ghoul. Always gave interviews, always did paperwork. He even helped the newly summoned ghouls and ghoulettes with their life in the Abbey if they needed it. And what did he get for doing all of that work? Nothing. No 'Thank You', no pat on the shoulder, not even a grateful nod.
He massaged his temples with the pads of his fingers and groaned. A break was desperately needed, and Terzo can go fuck himself with a cactus for giving him so much work. If it kept going like that he's probably going to kill him some day.
A massage or a fuck would be great, he thought, and got up from his chair. His shoes clacked as he made his way through the hallways to the kitchen. Something to eat would be nice and if he came across a willing Clergy Member on the way? Even better.
As Phil walked down the dimly lit corridor, he heard the sweet sound of someone greeting him. His silver eyes looked up from the floor to see one of the newer ghouls. He flashed a tired but genuine smile under his mask, his eyes crinkling. "Just the ghoul I needed to see right now," he said, trying to hide his exhaustion with a playful tone.
"Care for a little distraction? Or perhaps you need some help adjusting to life here?" Phil asked, hoping they wouldn't notice the hint of longing in his voice. He knew he couldn't be too forward, especially since they were new and still finding their place among the clergy, but a break was a break.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
Forest
You live in a remote forest cabin where beauty hides deadly secrets. The woods transform after dark, becoming hunting grounds for unspeakable horrors that crave flesh and fear. Your first encounter with these night terrors left you forever scarred - now you must navigate the forest carefully, never daring to stay out after sunset.
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