Raze groaned before he pulled his hair into a ponytail, moving the dark strands away from his face. Looking at himself in the mirror before offering a small nod.

Rut was so hard on him this time around, everything was heightened. All of the smells around him, all of the heat that he could feel his body giving off. Driving him insane.

His tail flickering in annoyance before he walked out of his room and into the hallway, letting his nose lead the way to the one that he was going to. A tall Ghoul by the name of Monty.

Raze knew that he was going to be a little off with this since it's been a while but he knew once he started, he wouldn't stop till he had the much larger ghoul begging for him.

"Knock knock." His deep voice rang out as he tapped the door to…

It was a topic Rain had been avoiding, at the end of the day. That being Swiss. Much like the others, she was fairly torn up at the sudden, devastating news that he had vanished over night. Though he had seen a few come and go over the years, it never hurt any less. He wishes he was numb to it by now. He wishes he was stronger - though perhaps he was not giving himself enough credit in that regard. She found herself holding everyone closer after that, especially Phantom who had gone nonverbal for weeks after the whole debacle. As more time went on, the more Rain dwelled on everything that led up to Swiss’ disappearance, the more the stars aligned in a way that almost made sense. The Skeletour had changed Swiss. Rain, ever the observant, had noticed that quickly. She tried to nip it in the bud…

To say the Skeletour had been taxing on Phantom would be a heavy understatement. In fact, between experiencing the loss of multiple packmates presence on top of taking over Sodo's solos/pedal work, he's left with an odd, empty feeling now that they're home. Not pride for his good performance. Not fondness for the moments of warmth between the chaos. If anything, he's filled with a certain malice. A disdain for this new era, these new uniforms - this new Papa. Perhaps now he understands why people like Sodo are so bitter. How time could change a Ghoul, regardless of their favor in the eyes of The Ministry. It certainly offers no comfort to dwell on, and yet, it's all he can think about. He could be one mistake away from meeting a sudden, untimely fate like many ghouls before him. What were they if not disposable? Cumulus's absence had hurt, but…

Swiss had finally left for the day. Well, that made him sound like he was eager to get rid of him; he wasn't, but he had been feeling a swirling pit of nausea for the last few hours that had culminated in that uncomfortable mouth flooding sensation. That feeling where you know you are going to throw up, but you can't tell when, all you do know is that there is an ungodly amount of saliva flooding your mouth. He had been swallowing it back every few minutes while waiting patiently for him to leave. It was a no-brainer that that sight would ruin the vibes of their hangout, especially if he put the pieces together of why he was feeling sick.

Since he was told everything, from the saga of his home life and crime ring to being used as a death sentence for nearly 600 years, and the…

"You want to be treated like a Papa, you better start talking to me like one." Tab stuck out his tongue to playfully say Terzo was not exactly the most "on top of things." His fingers brushed through the soft black hair as Terzo kept pressed against him. He pet him over and over until Terzo asked if he could expect the ghoul in bed, instead scooping his hand beneath Terzo's chin and lifting his gaze to meet his own,

"Tonight is rather chilly, huh? And well, I'm feeling a little cold~ But first," he nodded over to where Stellina laid with her tongue cleaning her paw, "I should probably take care of your white pussy first. Don't want the little thing to see what she can't unsee. And I'm not looking to pay for any cat therapy bills."

"Aw, is the fire ghoul scared of a little spice? I thought you could handle at least some." He sat there across the tub with his smug toothy grin. What a catch that sat across from him. There was an energy within this fire ghoul that he didn't give to others, and those he did give it to, well, they got the fire that one may stereotypically expect from a fire ghoul. Around here, however, Swiss was that flame bearer.

"If you don't think you can handle it, we can always add a little, give it taste test, and add a little more if we feel adventurous. No harm is seeing what spice tolerance we've got," if their night got back on the original track, and it wasn't totally awkward, then Swiss would never say no,

"And if soup just ain't our thing tonight, we can always see what else…

Grim x Vox start

The veil. The space between the world of the living and the worlds of the dead, Grims world really. A thin sliver of space between existence and death, shrouded by an oppressive curtain that suppressed ones breathing and slowed the world around them while they moved faster.

No one could see the pair as they walked through the ministry, practically floating over the marble tiles as they danced towards Grims chambers. As they walked, ghosts of souls who refused to leave wandered the veil, souls of those they passed by were visible faintly to the necromancer, not as bright as they are to the Reaper though. Everything moved slowly around them until Grim pulled them out of the veil, his hand wrapping around the door handle. But rather than opening it, he stopped and looked down at Voxir, tail flicking.

“Are you sure you are ready…

Eris has always enjoyed the autumn. It was her favorite time of year. The beautiful colors of the trees, the crisp of the air, the scent of the season. She would awake everyday in the arms of her husband. Their face buried in her hair or her neck. If they were intimate the night before, usually their face was nestled against her chest. She would softly play with the short black hair until they awoke and both together would get out of bed and begin their day. 

  The medication was slowly coming back into effect. Still she would sigh before swallowing the tablets down with water or the morning cup of coffee. With the love of her life, her physical scars completely gone and her true beauty finally visible, a found family that loves her, a mother in law that loves her and she loves in return, a beautiful blonde…

Three bodies. Three. Johnny had been hoping, fucking praying even, that it wasn't Swiss leaving the corpses out in the graveyard. For weeks now, he had been trusting this ghoul, giving him leeway, trusting him because by all means, he seemed to be getting better. But Lavender had a point; it looked like Swiss's teeth marks, everything pointed to it being him eating on the bodies. Nacht had more teeth, and he wouldn't leave more than bones. Grim if he had the audacity to leave a body on the grounds would leave only fang marks after sucking the soul from the body. And he knew no one else who might be unstable enough to eat someone like that. So, with regret and resentment sitting in his (non-existent) soul, he gathered the restraint chains from the hidden compartment in his desk and tucked them under his robes. Each heavy iron cuff was…

Sodo had been tasked with testing the teleportation scrolls between shows, deeming him to be the most 'rubber-like' of the group after he broke his foot. He didn't mind; it allowed him to come back to his room after shows and get fresh clothes, take a nap in his bed, and take a shower without having to share with another person. But the downside to testing out one of these long-lasting spells for Secundo is that you never fully know what would happen with them. Sometimes he would end up in random bodies of water; once he found himself on the roof of his hotel, and there was the unfortunate incident where he appeared in Secundo's shower with Secundo when he was coming back to shower in his own room. However, despite all the mishaps, they seemed to be improving. At the very least, he was getting more accurate with his…

BREAKING NEWS!

ABC7 KBAC-TV LIVE AT THE SCENE!

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The CEO was found brutally murdered early this morning in his home by his personal assistant, Liam Offsetter. The walls and carpet were covered in blood, gore and bone fragments. Police were only able to identify the remains through blood samples and dental records. I've witnessed several officers and detectives leave the scene horrified and nauseated.

While investigating the home, detectives discovered a treasure trove of pornographic images of himself and over 100 women, believed to be his clients. Some, underage. 

A full investigation is being launched. 

Sylas lay in bed, book in hand as the night went on. The smell of the candle sitting on the warmer made his room cozy, unfortunately for him, it had been raining out so he could not enjoy his nightly meditations outside. So, a book was what would take its place, finger flipped the page as he hummed along to the radio that played in the background. He didn't know the song, but he hummed along none the less. Hearing the knock, his tail flicked, a familiar scent. Nimbus. Sylas got up and quickly cleared the distance and opened the door, a smile appeared. "Good evening dear, what a lovely sight for my night." He bowed slowly, "would you like to come in?"

Sylas fixed himself up in the mirror and straightened his glasses, he was going to do it. Making sure his glamour made him look right, he smiled at himself, "not bad" he thought. Tonight. Nimbus was someone he could not stop thinking about, her laugh, her smile and everything about her sent him smiling. Even during the whole fiasco and her pushing him away, Sylas knew she was worth waiting for. Though maybe he was over thinking feelings, it had been sometime since anyone made him feel any sort of way. Especially after he lost his wife and daughter, a wound that even after all this time had not closed. Grabbing the flowers he made his way through the halls to pick up Nimbus, tonight he had planned a wonderful night. First dinner at a lovely place near the water, a walk and maybe some star gazing. Though he might not…

Adjusting the skirt on the dress, she smiled, it fit perfectly, showing her stomach without it being too much. Something she found quite a lot of the dresses and outfits she looked at did. Resting her hand on her belly, she took a moment to realize that she would soon be holding the twins and hearing their cries as they were brought into this world. Something that would both break her heart and bring her joy that she could not wait to feel. Catching the time on her phone as a reminder popped up, Dahlia figured she should make her way to one of the common rooms so she could have plenty of time to decorate. Well, what things she didn’t have done the night before. Grabbing her water, and bag and calling to Moros to come, Dahlia then thought about if she should put on shoes or not. By…