In Case Anyone (me) Needed The Video Of Swiss Spitting On His Rainshaker Zoomed In And In Slow Motion...

Nightrider Lily.

DAMN.

Kinktober - Day 19 - Hate Sex

1.4k of sort of angsty Born Under A Troubled Sign - style Mountain/Dew hate fucking. Including rough sex, improper prep, some angst, knotting, overstimulation. Could be read as dubious consent but everyone is fully aware and on board with what they're doing despite the pheromones and emotions at play.

No need to read Born Under a Troubled Sign to know what's happening. But if you haven't and you like angst you should check it out.

Dew thought this would never happen again. That Mountain would never look at him like this. That he’d never feel the calloused drag of Mountain’s hands over his ribs. That he would never feel small like this again. 

Mountain’s fingers dig in and Dew knows he should pull away. Mountain’s eyes are clouded. He’s not himself. Deep in his rut, mind fuzzy. Body driven by instinct rather than heart and Dew knows deep in his bones that if Mountain was thinking clearly he wouldn’t do this. 

And so, Dew should stop him. Should grab Mountain by the wrists before his hands slide any higher. Before rough thumbs pass over his nipples, hook into the rings there, pull until Dew gasps. 

Dew should stop him but he doesn’t. He’s hard. Mountain’s knee is pressed tight between his legs, and Dew’s rolling his hips up against Mountain’s thigh with very little thought. He hasn’t been pinned beneath this big body in months. Hasn’t smelled him like this, looked at him like this. And Dew doesn’t want to stop. 

Not when Mountain is gazing down at him with lust blown eyes. An expression Dew thought he lost to his own bad choices. His chest constricts, heart hurting in his chest, but he can’t stop. Won’t. He wants it, needs it. 

“Mount,” he whispers. Hoping that Mountain can break free of this spell himself. That Dew doesn’t have to be the one to stop it because he doesn’t trust himself. If he talks to Mountain enough. Reminds him who is pinned beneath him, maybe he’ll back off on his own. It’ll probably break Dew’s heart but that’s nothing new. 

“Mountain,” he tries again. Reaching up to cup Mountain’s face between his hands, to force the bigger ghoul to look at him–really look at him. Mountain snarls at him, teeth bared. He shakes out of Dew’s grip. 

And Dew feels the gravity of what is really happening set in. Mountain knows. Of course he does. Even fucked up on pheromones he can’t forget. He knows and he’s still thumbing over one of Dew’s nipples. Still pressing his thigh tight to Dew’s aching cock. 

Dew doesn’t know if the tightening in his chest is joy or dread. He presses a palm to the back of Mountain’s neck, holds on. Fingers stroking into the soft baby hairs there. Familiar. Like he’s finally come home. 

“It’s just this once,” Mountain grits out. Fumbling with his zipper. Reaching for Dew’s so he can pull them off of Dew’s skinny hips. It’s all moving so fast. Dew can’t quite catch up. Mind hazy from the scent of Mountain’s rut. From the way it feels to be under him again–he can’t hope to get himself on level ground. 

“Just let me,” Mountain continues. “Just once. I need it–I need–”

Dew nods. Hauling himself up to nose at Mountain’s neck. To fill himself on the scent of evergreen and juniper. He presses open mouthed kisses over Mountain’s skin, salty with sweat. 

“Just this once, Mount.” 

Dew wonders if Mountain knows it’s a lie. If they’re both just lying to themselves and each other about what this is going to do to them. It won’t make it better. He thinks they’ll probably do this again. Denial coursing through both of their bodies as they ruin each other. 

Mountain flips Dew over. Dew has no say in it. One moment he’s on his back and the next his face is in his own pillow. Mountain holds him down with a palm between his shoulderblades. He doesn’t have to. But Dew isn’t going to tell him that–he likes how it feels too much. To be held down. For Mountain to be a little rough with him, demanding. His stomach clenches, dick kicking between his legs, drooling precum onto the sheets. 

Mountain makes a gut punched sound as he spreads Dew open and finds him dripping with slick. Dew mirrors it when Mountain runs his finger through it. Smearing it over Dew’s already twitching hole. Pressing in with one finger just a little. Dew keens into the pillow. “Still so wet.” 

Dew doesn’t know how Mountain can talk like this. Fucked up as he is on his rut. Dew can’t form words. Not when Mountain is working him open. Pressing two fingers in to the third knuckle and scissoring them apart. 

“So warm,” Mountain says, reverence coloring his tone and Dew flushes, hiding his face in his pillow as he whimpers. He feels like he’s the one in heat. Rocking back against Mountain’s fingers, desperate for something else that sounds like a compliment. “Bet you’re still just as tight too.” 

Dew hiccups. Rolling his hips back as Mountain pets his fingers over Dew’s prostate. “Satanas, fuck Mountain just fuck me already. End this.” 

Before everything Mountain would have chided him for that. Even in a rut he always was level-headed enough to be gentle. But Dew doesn’t get that luxury this time. Mountain laughs at him, low and cruel and then his fingers are gone. Replaced by the blunt head of his cock. Pushing in. It’s a stretch, even with Dew’s copious slick. The burn isn’t unpleasant. It doesn’t hurt so much as it does overwhelm. Dew digs his teeth into his pillow. Ripping holes in the fabric. He’ll have to get a new one. He doesn’t care. 

Mountain’s fingers dig into his hips. He’ll have bruises. He’s glad for it. Knows he’ll replay this, dig his own fingers into those marks and cum about it later. Mountain doesn’t so much thrust as he does use Dew to fuck himself. Pushing and pulling the little ghoul. Dragging him up and down the bed as he pulls him onto his cock. Grunting and swearing as Dew bears down on him and wails each time Mountain bumps against his prostate. 

“Mount–touch me.” Dew’s lost to it, realizes it as the words tumble out of his mouth. He’s somewhere else–another time. Each rough thrust driving sense further and further away from him. 

“Touch yourself,” Mountain growls. Giving up on using Dew as a toy and snapping his hips forward. Driving Dew up the bed until his horns gouge into the headboard.

Dew hiccups on a sob and shoves his hand down between them. Getting a fist around his cock. Hot and twitching in his hand. Pre dribbling over his fingers. Each of Mountain’s thrusts fucks his dick into his own fist. He twists his hand up by the head the way Mountain always did for him. 

For a minute, Dew’s not sure he’ll cum at all, no matter how hard he is. Each of Mountain’s thrusts seeks to overwhelm, to claim. It’s too much. Dew can’t muddle through the sensations to find the right ones. But then his orgasm is roaring up on him. Unexpected. Dragging through his veins like electricity until he’s wailing with it. Shooting boiling hot over his own knuckles. Clenching down hard on Mountain, more slick drooling out of his hole as Mountain fucks him with abandon.  The edge of his knot bumping against Dew’s rim, pushing in a little further each time. Dew sags. Tears biting at the corner of his eyes. Body gone boneless as Mountain rails him. Cock twitching valiantly between his legs as Mountain abuses his prostate. It really is too much now, and Dew is about to say as much when Mountain shoves his knot in. Dew sobs with it–the sound drown out by Mountain’s growl as he cums. Holding Dew tight to him. Cock twitching and spitting deep inside of Dew’s body. 

Time suspends, stretches, as they both pant. Dew’s throat burns. Body sore and satisfied but mind racing. Fingers clenched tight in his sheets. Afraid to move, afraid to look at Mountain and see hatred on his face even after all of this. 

Mountain sits back on his haunches and pulls Dew with him. Almost sitting him on his lap except for how Dew stays hunched over. 

Mountain reaches down, he strokes some of Dew’s hair out of his face so he can see him. Tucking golden locks behind his ear with gentleness that makes Dew’s chest ache. 

“Sorry,” Mountain whispers. “I should have been–”

Dew shakes his head. “Don’t.”  Mountain goes quiet. He lets Dew slump back to the bed. He pets Dew’s spine with slow soothing strokes that make the burning in Dew’s throat worse. He’s exhausted, fucked out, hazy. He wants to reach up and pull Mountain down with him. Wants to spoon while they wait for Moutnain’s knot to go down. He doesn’t. That feels more intimate than this. It’s a thing for people who actually like each other.

Tears well in Dew’s eyes. He bites back a sob and promises himself he won’t cry until Mountain’s gone.

“Aggressive.” - Swiss/Dew

+ some Mount content.

Kinktober day 3: hate sex WARNING: no prep used

Sorry it’s very late, I’m working on it >:( For now, enjoy!

He doesn’t know how long they’ve been like this, nor does he care. He’s so fucking over it.

Dew and Swiss had been at each others throats for a week now, and no one knows why. The only thing that everyone knows is that they keep dragging Mountain into it, and he’s sick of it. He was happy to help in the beginning, thinking that it would settle their feud, but he soon found out how wrong he was.

If Mountain were to choose one’s side, the other would throw a fit. It only added the tension between the two, making them impossibly worse.

The sharp sound of glass shattering pulled him from his afternoon nap. He groaned, dragging himself to find where the sound came from. When he walked into the kitchen, he immediately spotted Dew and Swiss on opposite sides of the island. Swiss had Aurora and Phantom at his sides, and Dew had Rain and Cirrus at his own. “What the fuck happened.”

They all turned around, eyes wide and jaws hung open. Dew managed to slip out of the two ghoul’s hands and ran over to the earth ghoul. “Mount, Swiss was being mean..” He looked up at Mountain with watery eyes, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. “Don’t let him butter you up! The fucker threw a plate at me!” Dew growled in the multi’s direction.

“Enough. I’ve had enough of you two and your bullshit.” He spoke firmly, picking Dew up and throwing him over his shoulder. “The fuck do you think you’re doin?!” Mountain ignored the fire ghoul, making his way in long strides over to Swiss. “I’ve tried to help, but it seems like neither of you want to listen.” He wrapped an arm around Swiss’ waist, hauling him underneath his arm.

“Mount, what are you doing?!” He growled down at Swiss, and he went silent. He grumbled all the way back to the hall about how tired he was and how they woke him up from his nap, but the two couldn’t focus on a word he was saying. They knew they were fucked, Mountain was pissed.

Kicking open the door and dropping the two gentle onto the floor, he crossed his arms and stared at the two. “You two are going to stay in here until you settle whatever issue you’ve got going on. I don’t care if you talk it out or fuck it out, just do whatever you need to do to fix it.” And with that he slammed the door shut, locking it from the outside.

Swiss winced as he stood, holding onto his side. “He didn’t have to be so- shit- fucking rough.” Dew rolled his eyes and stood as well, crossing his arms. “Can handle getting roughed up? Pathetic.” Dew scoffed, rolling his eyes. Within a second, he went from standing to being pinned down onto the bed. “Swiss- get the fuck off me!” He hissed and scratched, but failed, going limp under the multi.

“The only reason we’re like this right now is because you can’t take a fucking joke.” Dew laughed, turning his head. “You call that a joke? You insulted my appearance.” Swiss looks down at him with disbelief. “Yes! It was a fucking joke, Dew! I said you looked like death, I was just trying to lighten the mood.” The fire ghoul rolled his eyes, mocking Swiss. “Yeah right.”

Swiss flipped him over in one swift movement, dragging his hips up. “You always have such a nasty attitude about everything just to get attention. You want attention so bad? I’ll give it to you.” With that, he tore Dew’s sweatpants off and threw them to the side. “Wait, wait, wait- Swiss,“ He growled and Dew shut his mouth as fast as he’d opened it.

Swiss undid his jeans, kicking them off with his boxers and giving himself a few strokes. He positioned himself behind the ghoul, roughly grappling his hips. “Prep- Swiss, prep-“ Swiss laughed, thick and laced with venom. “You don’t need prep, you’ve had Mountain wrapped around your finger.” He leaned down, right next to Dew’s ear, whispering innocently into his ear-

“These walls are thin, Dew.”

He pushed into Dew, bottoming out in one fluid thrust. A scream attempted to escape from his throat, but all that came out was choked breath. Swiss set a brutal pace, not giving him the chance to catch his breath. “You talk all that shit just to end up like this, crying beneath me. So pathetic.” He mocked, already breathless. Dew knew the multi was close, but if he could say different about himself he would.

He was so embarrassingly close from Swiss ramming directly into that one spot that made him see stars. He moaned, high-pitched and feminine. His vision went white as he came hard, entire body spasming and giving out. The feeling of Dew tightening around him sent him flying over the edge, doubling over Dew’s sweaty back.

He pulled out, bringing Dew to his chest. “Shit- Was I too rough, maybe I should’ve prepped you- Fuck, I’m sorry.” Dew came to, looking up at Swiss before pushing him back and smothering him with a kiss. “No, I’m sorry. You’re right, I need to learn how to take a joke and stop being so aggressive. Can we just go back to the way it was, please?” He flopped down onto Swiss’ chest, visibly deflating.

“I’ve missed this..” Swiss chuckled, nodding and pulling the blanket up and onto them. “Anything for you, spitfire.”

CHAPEL OF RIZZTUAL COMING IN AGAIN FUELING THE FREAKY FUCKS OF TUMBLR🙏

Thinking about that one vid of Phantom dropping to his knees for Dew…how easy he went down ….so unprompted…

Hmmmmm please say more. Please. Pretty please? 🥺

“On your knees.” 

That was the first thing Phantom heard when he walked into the dressing room, fresh off stage. He’d only just had time to hand his guitar off to a stage hand and take his helmet and balaclava off. 

He dropped to his knees without a second thought, watching as Dew steps out from the shadows. 

“Open your mouth.” 

His mouth drops open. He doesn’t even think about it, just obeys the command. The bored, unimpressed look on Dews face only makes him want to obey more, to be good for him. 

“Hands behind your back.” 

His hands are behind his back faster then he can even register. The way Dew is ordering him around, like it’s nothing to him, had his cock twitching on his pants. 

He fidgets on his knee, his cock rapidly filling out and pressing against the zipper of his jeans. Dew walks over to him, standing between his legs and presses a boot covered foot into his crotch. 

“Be still.” 

Phantom stills immediately, despite the pressure Dew was putting on his dick. He desperately wanted to roll his hips onto the bottom of Dews boot but the look Dew was giving him made him want to shrink back and hide. 

Dew places two fingers under Phantom's chin and tilts his head back so he’s look up at the fire ghoul. He smiles down at him, but it’s sinister, filling Phantom with worry and fear. 

“Good boy.” 

Phantom couldn’t stop the whimper that left his lips even if he tried. Dew laughs at him, throwing his head back. 

“Satan, you’re pathetic.” 

Phantom whimpers again, his eyes fluttering, filling with tears. 

Dew laughs again, taking a few steps back until the back of knees hit the sofa and he sits, spreading his legs wide. 

“Come.” He points to the floor between his legs. 

Phantom goes to stand but gets cut off by the stern look Dew gives him. 

“No.” Dew shakes his head at him. “I didn’t say you could stand, did I?” He point to the floor between his legs once again. “Now, come. Don’t make me ask you again.” 

Phantom crawls towards him on all fours, ignoring how his knees crack beneath him. Dew smiles at him once again, sinister and full of fangs. 

“Good puppy.” 

A moan is punched out of Phantom and his hips buck onto the air. Dews smile is replaced back with that unimpressed look from before and he pushes his boot back into the hard outline of Phantoms cock. 

“I thought I told you to be still?” 

“I’m-im sorry. I just-“ He’s cut off by Dew tutting and shaking his head at him. 

“I didn’t say you could speak, did I?” Phantoms jaw snaps shut so fast the sound of his teeth clashing together echos around the the room. 

Dew looks down at him with disappointment written all over his face. “And I told you to keep your mouth open.” He shakes his head with a sign. “You’re not being very good, Phantom.”  The unshed tears from before roll down his cheeks now and he shudders. 

Dew shoves his thumbs between Phantoms lips and forces his jaw open. “Keep it open this time, or else I'll leave you here for someone else to find and use.” He shakes Phantoms head on his grasp. “Maybe you’ll be better behaved for Someone else.”  More tears run down Phantom cheeks and he lets out a gasped sob. Dew strokes along his cheek with one finger. “Oh I know, puppy. You’re trying so hard to be good.”

Phantom nods, looking up at Dew with big wet eyes. 

Dew undoes the strings of his jeans, pulling them down just enough to pull his cock out. Phantom drools at the sight of it, the only thing he can think about is it being shoved down his throat so hard he can’t breath. 

Dew hits the head of cock against Phantom bottom lip, smearing precum with the saliva that wets his lip. 

“Yeah? You want it, puppy?” 

Phantom nods, unable to take his eyes away from Dew.  Dew uses Phantoms horns to guide his mouth onto his cock, letting it sit in his mouth for a second before pulling his head down all the way so Phantoms nose is  buried in his pubes. He gives a few experimental thrusts, feeling his head nudging at the back of Phantom throat. 

He looks down at Phantom, watching his eyes roll back into his skull as his mouth gets used. Dew smiles down at him, a proper smile this time. “Good boy.” 

Stuff for the Soul

I’ve seen some talk of this, and I’d like to join in. We all know that going on tour for months at a time can be exhausting. The ghouls are all drained and feel distant from their elements, so take my thoughts my darlings 🤲

Mountain bolts off of the bus and straight into the forest that surrounds the abbey. He’ll stay there for a few days, not a word is heard from him. Eventually, he returns covered in the earth with a dopey smile on his face. He’s covered in dirt from head to toe, sticks and leaves are knitted into his messy hair, and in desperate need of a bath.

You’ll find Rain at the bottom of the lake, completely naked, taking a needed nap or out in a storm. No one notices he’s gone until he comes back soaked after the storm has calmed, or he shows up with a few pieces of seaweed scattered across him.

Dew and Sunny will stay outside all day. Basking in the suns rays until it serves no more pleasure. When that does happen, they’ll start a fire in the common area and curl up together in the fire. The next morning they’ll be covered in ash, yawning and stretching as they crawl out from the fireplace.

Our lovely air ladies have to wait a little before having their full recharge. They can get some energy by enjoying the cool breeze of the day, but really get recharged when there’s a storm. A weather announcement will pop up on the tv and before you register it, they’re out the door. They all bathe and take care of each other afterwards, cuddling up into one of their beds and enjoying the rest of their night.

Now what do Swiss and our quint baby do? All of the other ghouls are recharged and full of energy, and they’re left tired and exhausted. They plan an annual after ritual cuddle fuck party in the common area and drag the two there. They’ll pull them down and get them comfortable. Swiss will be situated with Dew and the girls, meanwhile Phantom is squished between Rain and Mountain. The left over energy from the rest of the ghouls pour out of them, feeding into the their own. Within an hour, they’re both purring messes, finally getting what they needed.

I love them and I love you

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

hey i just read your size difference dew x mountain fic and was thinking...what about dew and aether size difference? not like mountain's but aether is WIDE and has big hands and chubby body and and and ???

Hello anon!! Thank you for writing in with such a beautiful ask!

Remember when I said that this made me have big brain ideas and it'd take me a hot second to write it? Yeah, it's because I buried your wonderful little smut ask in like 10,000 words of angst. 🥲 Sorry!!

Bury Me Alive

Rating: Explicit

Words: 14,905 | 3 chapters

Pairing: Water!Dew/Aether

Summary: The ministry performs an unorthodox summoning ritual in their desperate need for a new water ghoul, and Aether finds his life unexpectedly turned upside down. Aether struggles to balance his increasingly more intimate friendship with the new little ghoul with his serious relationship back home—and his growing fear of getting sent back to the pits.

Contains: Angst and feelings with a happy-ish ending, everyone has anxiety, Aether is a big idiot but Satan bless him he's trying his best, some slightly irresponsible use of quintessence magic, brand new sweet little innocent virgin Water!Dew, size difference kink, gill play, praise kink, some breeding kink if you squint, anal fingering, anal sex, original ghoul character

Read more on AO3!

OH MY- UGH- I CANNOT- AHHHHHH

DUDE CHILL THE FUCK OUT

“Unravel.” - Aether/Dew/Rain

Kinktober day 4/5: rimming and sweat

Again- AHHH! Late! I combined ‘em to make it a bit easier. COMPLETE SHOCK FOR @finch-does-stuff BTW 🤞

Dew loved it when it was like this.

Leaned against Aether’s front with Rain between his legs, licking him out like a starved man. His blood ran like magma, thick and hot. The contrast of Rain’s cold, wet tongue, drove him crazy. Aether wasn’t any help, either; Kissing, licking, and grabbing at the fire ghoul’s soft flesh. He makes sure to praise Rain for his tongue, praises him so he knows how good he did. The two made his brain melt out of his ears, completely overwhelming him.

Rain loved it when it was like this.

His tongue buried in Dew, pressing into the deepest parts of him. He could get off just by the sounds he and the quint were constantly pulling from the ghoul. His claws digging into Dew’s crème colored thighs, promising barely noticeable scars and deep bruises. This place is one of the only places he can be reminded of the past water ghoul, as wet as can be no matter how hot he ran. The sweet satisfaction of Dew’s thighs trapping his head as he came, shaking and twitching as he slowly pulls away. He wipes the mixture of slick and drool from his chin, drinking down the praise falling from both Dew and Aether’s lips.

Aether loved it when it was like this.

He loved the sweet smell of cinnamon and caramel that surrounded the ghoul, he loved how drunk he would get off of it. He loves being able to watch and feel Dew shake under his hands as he gets dangerously close to the edge. He loved tasting the sugary, sweet sweat that drips down onto Dew’s neck. He licks it up greedily, adoring the way the spice of him burns his throat. The was Rain groans when Dew locks his head in place as he cums, coating his chest, sends him into a frenzy of praise to the two of them.

They all loved it when it was like this, and they all loved each other. Sickeningly so.

The Ghouls are Giant House Cats

Warnings: none besides language :)

They purr, growl, and hiss. Do I need to explain more?

CUDDLE PILES. All of them wrapped up together, cuddling and chasing warmth. Mountain right in the middle, everyone has some part of them touching him. Dew always cuddled up to Aether, either clinging onto his side or snoring on his chest. Always up his ass. Rain is curled up next to someone, anyone. The boy loves being held/holding someone. The ghoulettes holding each other, running their fingers through each others hair; just perfecto. Swiss needs to have his tail wrapped around someone’s leg, can’t sleep without it. Phantom finds somewhere to be, basically plays tetris with himself. Beside Aether, curled behind Rain, latching onto Swiss or Mountain. You’ll find him anywhere.

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Copia, walking into the ghouls wing to check on them: *Opens the door and multiple pairs of glowing eyes staring at him* “Never mind..”

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Crazy Protective. If a sibling or other member walks in while one or more ghouls are cuddled next to each other, there’s a good chance you’ll hear a growl or hiss. If they’re holding something they hold dear and you try and take it from them? They will bite. Be prepared to go to the medical wing if you’re dumb enough to try that. If there are kits around, it’d be best to walk away if you’re a mortal. The ghouls won’t take their eyes off the small, wandering kit for one second.

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Sibling of Sin, trying to take away a dirty blanket from Dew: “Give it, Dew, it needs to be washed!

Dew, holding onto the blanket for dear life: *Growls and lunges forward, biting the sibling on the arm*

(He was punished with a Stern talking for Aether and extra chores from Copia)

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After Ritual Zoomies. Best believe they’ll be running and rolling around outside the abbey, full of energy. Papa purposely puts them outside after rituals so they don’t break anything. They will climb on anything they see, knocking everything over in their path. All the papas learned that mistake. By the time they come back down to the surface, they’re dirty, tired, and hungry.

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Copia, watching as the ghouls come up to the door, covered in dirt: “Ya’ll done?”

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Basically just the current papa acting as a owner to the ghouls.