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Some behind the scenes of THAT moment

🏳️‍🌈Happy Pride Month🏳️‍🌈

A little thing for @kawaimi-san‘s Birthday. ^-^  

I’m not ashamed of this. I’m going to hell anyway lol. 

Galaxy Omega is always beautiful to paint. 

Gift for My Soul :3

I draw a something similar for the first time) .///.

Thank you Vivern for this costume presented for my Omega. It is just wonderful!)

it's damn cute!!

Look at Alpha accidentally bumping into Omega and then Omega squeezing/patting Alpha’s shoulder at the end :’) so! cute!

💓

HAIIIII - i love your art sm its so eatable nomnomnom

uh uh uh - i had an idea for a small req and I CANT REMEMBER ((i'm adhd sorry))

oh!!! i have this meme template, you could probably draw terzomega in the back ^^ (iiii do not know who woukd be the front character lol)

I have a feeling Copia would be the biggest Terzomega hater just to do the same fucking thing with Aether or any of his ghouls. Bi on gay violence in the church of Satan

Been thinking about the difference in ghouls a lot and it’s so fucking funny to me for some reason

Note: if anyone has any doodle requests, about the ghouls, papas and whatnot, you can always use my askbox or direct messages. I'd be happy to experiment with some ideas (and get to use my Ghoul designs)

“I know that you’re leaving and my heart is going with you“

Fortunately, not even I'm able to resist the Terzomega brainworms

Nameless Ghoul Designs Part 5: Quintessence

Omega

Snow leopard inspired

larger horns than the others

lighter colour than other quintessence ghouls

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Delta

No real design inspiration

gill marks from when he was wate affiliated

ghoul version of vitiligo

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Aether

No real design inspiration

elegant, fancy man

small horns

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Phantom

No real design inspirations

white markings

snake bite piercings

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Quintessence Ghouls (My Interpretation):

More humanoid than the other species

darker skin with less but more distinct markings

throat mark

long, thin horns

hanging, pointy ears

bright eyes with downturned cross pupils

sleek, elegant bodies

beautiful, “otherworldly” proportions

Part1 ; Part2 ; Part3 ; Part4 ; Part6

Nameless Ghoul 🥀

Oh, simple thing

A little ficlet about some h/c terzomega after a ritual. Unedited and written on mobile :)

Tw for slight mentions of child abuse, nothing graphic

800+ words

The ending of every ritual is something Terzo never looked forward to.

Being out there on stage with his ghouls, seeing all of their devoted fans and being able to forget about being Papa Emeritus, when he could simply be Terzo, was something that made his heart ache whenever it had to end. It was freeing in a way he never had gotten to experience growing up, to simply forget about all of his worries and just enjoy being in the moment.

His vestments were sticking uncomfortably to his back due to sweat and his face felt feverish underneath his facepaint, but Terzo didn’t care about that. All he wanted to do currently was to get back to the hotel, light a cigarette and to just let himself bask in the afterglow of the concert. 

The walk to the bus and the ride back to the hotel was a haze, and Terzo was quickly stumbling down the hall to his hotel room, eager to shed the many layers he wore. Usually they didn’t bother him all too much after rituals, but the feeling of sweat-soaked clothes starting to cool down was not the kindest to his sensory issues. He fumbled slightly with the roomkey before unlocking the door, closing it behind him in a haste as he scrambled for the bathroom.

He leaned heavily against the porcelain sink, the lights flickering momentarily as they turned on. Terzo was met with his rugged reflection, and couldn’t stop the churning in his gut even if he wanted to. He looked even more disheveled than normal, and the agonized look in his eyes only increased the disgust building in his chest. 

The stark contrast between his raven black hair and the white skull paint only served as a harsh reminder of the person he despised the most. Terzo hated how similar he looked to his father, the similarities sometimes making it difficult to distinguish who exactly was staring back at him. He feared that one day he wouldn't be able to find a difference in his paint and the one his father wore, unconsciously turning more into the man that plagued his life ever since his birth.

Terzo reached angrily for the makeup wipes and began harshly scrubbing his face, desperately wanting to just get the damn paint off and not have to worry about it. His skin stung as if he'd been backhanded (He cradled his cheek as carefully as he could, biting back tears as Father continued to scream in his office, and Terzo wished he could curl up and hide in the shadows so that maybe Father would forget he ever existed.)  and Terzo felt the sudden onslaught of tears.

A shuddering breath left his lips as the first tears ran down his cheeks, and Terzo gripped the sink again to not collapse, suddenly feeling like the world was tilted on its axis as he fought to get his breathing under control.

A soft knock on the door interrupted his spiraling thoughts, and Terzo glanced up as Omega walked into the bathroom. The ghoul had removed their mask and jacket, and was clad in their dress pants and a simple tank top 

 "Cuore mio, what's wrong?" The question is murmured into his hair as Omega gently hugs him from behind, arms wrapped protectively around his waist as they place a gentle kiss to his neck. Terzo lets out a silent sob, not daring to speak aloud the things weighing down his mind at the moment. 

Omega doesn't force him either, they let him cry as long he needs to, cradling him with such carefulness it makes his heart twist painfully. He feels undeserving of their soft affection, of the simplicity in the way they show how much they love him. Terzo doesn't speak this out loud, Omega already knows.

At some point Terzo has turned around and buried his face into Omega's chest, clinging to them like they're the only thing keeping him afloat amidst all his turmoil. Terzo supposes it's not too far off from the truth. A clawed hand runs through his hair soothingly, a low rumble audible beneath his ear from where it rests on Omega's chest.

Eventually Terzo's sobs are reduced down to sniffles and the occasional hiccup, and when the tears finally stop he lets himself melt against Omega's larger body. "Mi dispiace, Omega. I did not mean for all this to happen. " 

"Nonsense, Papa. I don't mind." Terzo knows they don't, but he can't help but apologize. A gentle hand touches his cheek, cupping his face and urging him to look upwards. Omega kissed his forehead where the skin is reddened, and reaches for the package of makeup wipes. "Let's get this cleaned up, okay? There are warm clothes and food waiting in case you are hungry," Omega murmurs as they begin to wipe off Terzo's paint as tenderly as they can. 

He nods slightly, closing his eyes and letting out a quiet sigh. He's exhausted and wrung dry after his breakdown, and Terzo wishes to just lay down with Omega and forget the world that exist outside the door to their room. 

Omega hums quietly as they wipe off his makeup, and Terzo realizes they're humming 'He Is'. It makes a small smile appear om his face, letting himself sink into the warm of their voice and the gentle notes rocking him deeper into a sense of calm. "There we go, let's get you out of those clothes, shall we?" Omega asks after a little while, stroking their thumb over the apple of Terzo's cheek as he leans into their touch. "Si. Thank you, Caro."

They smile in reply before leading him out of the bathroom, making their way to the bed as they urge him to sit down. He complies, and lets Omega assist him in taking off his vestments. They're slow as they take off his jacket and undershirt, mindful of the scars on his shoulders as they get the dirty clothes off of him.

Once he's in his pajamas, Terzo slumps against Omega who has shifted to sit on the bed. He lets out another sigh, curling into their side as their arm drapes over his form comfortingly. "Do you wish to eat  before resting, or shall we send for Ifrit to have breakfast already prepared for tomorrow?" Omega questions as they move to lay down, cradling Terzo close to their chest as he wraps his arms around them. "Mm, I wish to just rest currently, my ghoul. Let's ask Ifrit tomorrow, okie dokie?"

Omega chuckles lightly before kissing the crown of his head, purring as they settle against the pillows. "Right, tomorrow it is. Goodnight cuore mio, may you rest well." 

Teroz yawns as he nuzzles into Omega's chest, mumbling out in broken Ghoulish, "I love you." 

He's already asleep before he can hear Omega's reply, swept away into a soft nothingness in the arms of his love. 

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