CEO of Moonlight ghoul

A ghoul of "less is more." Has very sensitive skin that makes it difficult to get many modifications. Horrendously picky on the material of jewelry he wears. Always in silver. - Medusa stud - Belly button piercing with a dangly blue raindrop pendant (thank u @/bloodfin) - Eyebrow, just a plain bar. - One ring @ the tip of his horn - Once had a nostril stud but it rejected. Daydreams about getting her back.

. DEWDROP ──

Uses body modifications as a means to cope and ground himself. Likes the concept of having control over what he does to his body, and having control whenever he wants. Constantly changing his look. Cycles in and out of piercings regularly, never wears too many at once. Black metal jewelry, sometimes deep red or silver. - Tongue fork (but it's natural), & tongue stud - Nipples. Both. Wears chain between them on his good days - Thicker black septum. Bull ring. - Dimple piercing studs - Eyebrow, studs or a ring. - Lip, studs or a ring, opposite side of eyebrow - As above, so below. ⟡

. PHANTOM ──

“This is what you wanted,” Carewhumper whispered, holding Whumpee in their lap, allowing Whumpee to rest their head in the crook of their neck, allowing Whumpee to cling to the material of their shirt with shaking hands. 

Whumpee couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. They’ve craved this, ached for this; they didn’t think they would ever have this again; they were sure they didn’t deserve it. 

Carewhumper’s hands felt so so good against the bare skin of Whumpee’s back. One hand was slowly sliding up and down in a gentle caress, the other hand banded around Whumpee’s waist, pulling them further into Carewhumper’s chest. 

Whumpee was scared; they didn’t want Carewhumper to stop, to realise how dirty and disgusting Whumpee really is. 

“Does it make it better?” Carewhumper asked. 

“Y..yes…” Whumpee replied in a small voice. 

“Good.” Carewhumper’s hand stilled, and Whumpee had to force down the whimper clawing up their throat. 

“What will you give me in return, Whumpee?” Carewhumper’s voice darkened, and their grip on Whumpee turned bruising. 

“An..any..anything.” Whumpee stuttered. “I’ll do..do anything yo…you want.”  Whumpee was speaking so fast, they were tripping over their own words. 

“I’ll have to think about it.” Carewhumper’s grip on Whumpee only loosened slightly. 

They started stroking Whumpee’s back again. Whumpee was so relieved. They didn’t care about what they would need to do. When they were with Whumper, they had to do lots of really horrible things, and Whumper never gave them anything in return. 

“You can go to sleep now, Whumpee,” Carewhumper said, “I won’t let you go, I promise.” 

And Whumpee was tired; they hadn’t slept more than a few hours at a time without the nightmares waking them up, and they were always so cold. But here in Carewhumper’s arms, they felt warm; they were sure that no nightmare could reach them now. Whumpee tried to absorb the feeling, but their eyes were growing heavy. They could’ve sworn they heard Carewhumper say something, but they allowed the darkness to pull them under and for the first time since Carewhumper saved them, they weren’t scared of it.