Sister Quiet

Send 🖤 for a forced/harsh/firm kiss.

Karen had seen the same Sister walking the halls, always sizing her up with a distinct look in her eyes. She was sick of it, of humans and their games.

The Ghoulette was walking back to her room after a long and tiring day of practice. She wanted nothing more than to sleep for however long her bandmates would let her. As she moved down the halls the familiar face caught her eye. Karen was done with that look, grabbing the woman by the arm and shoving her against the wall, her lips colliding with the humans.

The Ghoulette’s free hand moved to run through the woman’s hair, so soft and sweet smelling. She pushed down the urge to take the sister then, against the wall in the hallway. It wouldn’t be smart.

She got a good look at the ghoulette’s face, smiling at what she saw. Lovely.. “Are you ashamed of bringing me around? Or are you just, really, private?” She asked as she moved closer to the bed, trying not to be accusing in tone.  Stopping and standing next to her.

A low purr radiated from her chest, her hands moving up the woman’s thighs, pushing the thin black material up with it. Slowly the ghoulette pulled away from the kiss as she pushed the fabric out of her way, settling between the sister’s legs. “Queen” the single word all she spoke as she pulled away the woman’s panties, throwing them across the room. Her fingers were instantly on her, stroking and circling her clit.

@sister-quiet

Air looked down at the sister passed out in the library. He stepped over her in a large stride and looked at the shelf before she kicked out and said something.

Glancing down at her he listened.

“Air no…”

The old Ghoul snorted before tapping her arm with his foot.

“I am sorry sister.”

Now he was bored.

“Enjoy the rest of your day.”

She was in the middle of taking stock of the pain medications, frowning as she realized that she was missing about half a bottle of Vicodin. Dammit, there was always something. Her attention was drawn away from her task as she heard the voice, and she only barely recognized it.

ghulehdoctor‌:

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The knee-jerk reaction was thankfully not too severe. A little hiss and a pull, but now that she was coming out of the episode, that normal pain was just.. normal?  She didn’t say anything yet, but she was there now. Full awareness crept in silently. And it made her feel pathetic. Like a sadsack.

But thankfully the doctor wasn’t seeming to be judging at all. She still couldn’t look up at her, she felt too shamed. Not for the wound but the way she acted.  She couldn’t help it, she realized this too, but it still made her feel like a child when it happened; a helpless little girl with no self control. She tried to keep that mental mantra up in her head, ‘it’s okay, it’s not your fault that this happens,’ but honestly she felt drained and defeated. The adrenaline crash. After the blankets were brought up, she finally managed to say something, but it was almost whispered. “Thank you Doc.”

She gave Quiet a soft smile, reaching to smooth the blankets over her form. A repeating, soothing movement. “You’re welcome. Do you want me to get you anything? Water? I can give you a little something to calm you down, if you’d like.” The doctor glanced over to the medicine cabinet, eyes flickering over the array of bottles from her place.

It was too soon to ask her what had happened, and after having to pull her out of her mental state in a… drastic way, it wasn’t worth the risk. She looked down, realizing she’d yet to take off her soiled gloves. Shit, that wasn’t sanitary in the slightest. Dr. Church pulled them off, tossing them on to the tray. “How’re you doing, darling? Feeling warm?” She patted the blankets once more, another warm smile on her lips. 

Thankfully she didn’t notice the gloves, or it might upset her again. She remained under the blankets, not moving much except to let her head lay against the small pillow slightly more. And shake. She was shaking, shivering, but not from any chilly air.  “I.. think that might be a good idea.. I feel like a wound spring, and really tired at the same time.” The crash.

She nodded her head to the question about feeling warm. She was at least that. Oddly warm, actually. Usually when she was in a doctor’s atmosphere it was cold and sterile and clinical. Doctors in general were just always assumed to be cold, from past experiences and lack of proper upkeep over the years after her trauma, and lack of nice doctors. Church was.. different. It was like Quiet was just noticing that.

“Alright. I’ll get you something that should calm you down for now. I’d like you to stay here, so I can keep an eye on you after they’ve kicked in.” It was phrased like a request, but there wasn’t a chance in hell that she was letting Quiet leave until she was sure she was stable enough.

“What are you doing out this late?”

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

“You do realize what time it is, right?” 

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” 

“Do you know where I am?” 

“The city looks different at night.” 

“This street is very dark…” 

“Why don’t you come stand in the light?” 

“Are you lost?” 

“I got turned around in the dark…” 

“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” 

“Looking for trouble, are we?” 

“A little late to be shopping.” 

“Just coming back from the bar?” 

“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?” 

“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.” 

“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”

“Where did you come from?” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.” 

“Go home.” 

“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

“You’re being watched.” 

“What are you doing still up?” 

“Looking for something?” 

“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.” 

“I know where I’m going.” 

“The trees are kind of spooky…”

“Did you hear that howl?” 

“Was…was that an owl…?” 

“This path is scary at night…” 

“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.” 

“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…” 

“You can’t see the stars from here…” 

“This is the witching hour.” 

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.” 

“Stay on the road!” 

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” 

“The ocean is so mysterious at night…” 

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” 

“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.” 

“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.” 

@sister-quiet

Air looked down at the sister passed out in the library. He stepped over her in a large stride and looked at the shelf before she kicked out and said something.

Glancing down at her he listened.

“Air no…”

The old Ghoul snorted before tapping her arm with his foot.

For people who enjoy being sad sacks in RP

Pulled from various angsty moments in various forms of media and past break-ups from the sad sack running this blog. Have fun being sad sacks.

“This is the part where you apologize.”

“This is the part where you leave.”

“I can’t watch you do this to yourself anymore.”

“You just love a sob story don’t you…”

“ I used to love you…”

“I don’t want this pain anymore.”

“Just cut out my heart, I’ll get you a knife.”

“I found a picture of us together, I had to burn it.”

“Don’t you look back, I won’t be there…”

“Is this what we are reduced to now?”

“It means nothing, all of it.”

“I did all my crying when you left, this well is dry now.”

“I buried my feelings when our relationship died.”

“I can’t pretend anymore…”

“Just don’t…”

“You did this to us…”

“I wanted to be with you forever…”

“It wasn’t all a lie was it?”

“How did it end up like this?”

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

@sister-quiet

Air looked down at the sister passed out in the library. He stepped over her in a large stride and looked at the shelf before she kicked out and said something.

Glancing down at her he listened.

“Air no…”

The old Ghoul snorted before tapping her arm with his foot.

She was in the middle of taking stock of the pain medications, frowning as she realized that she was missing about half a bottle of Vicodin. Dammit, there was always something. Her attention was drawn away from her task as she heard the voice, and she only barely recognized it.

ghulehdoctor‌:

sister-quiet‌:

It wasn’t quite crying, but it wasn’t quite pouting either. It was like giving up to exhaustion and being upset with that. Reality was slowly trickling back in, though, bit by bit the world seemed to have color and sound again. The rushing sound in her ears fading away and letting her hear Church more fully. Her struggles were stopped now as she remained half curled-up, now while laid on her side on the cot.

As the doctor started to work on her hand, she shivered, but it was clear that she was paying more and more attention to what was happening now, a few tears starting to run from her eyes. It actually made her more upset for more than a few moments as the realization dawned on her that something had happened again. And following that, the memory of what had actually happened that started this whole episode. And it made her feel pathetic. She wanted to curl up into herself more, but the doc was still mending her injury. 

It was a welcomed moment of calm, as the Sister laid whimpering and still. She acted on it with as much precision and speed as she could, grabbing a pair of gloves from the tray and pulling them on. She was quick with sterilizing the wound, knowing that it would get the most ‘knee-jerk’ reaction out of her.

“Just going to bandage you up now,” she murmured softly, disposing of the alcohol pad and reaching for the bandages. It wasn’t a terribly deep, or large wound, but it let her secure it a bit better. After all, hand wounds were trickier. Round, and round she wrapped the bandage, securing the gauze over the wound. 

Once she was happy with her work, Dr. Church bumped the tray away, moving to pull the blankets at the bottom of the cot over Quiet, patting the edges gently around her. “There. Safe, and secure.”

The knee-jerk reaction was thankfully not too severe. A little hiss and a pull, but now that she was coming out of the episode, that normal pain was just.. normal?  She didn’t say anything yet, but she was there now. Full awareness crept in silently. And it made her feel pathetic. Like a sadsack.

But thankfully the doctor wasn’t seeming to be judging at all. She still couldn’t look up at her, she felt too shamed. Not for the wound but the way she acted.  She couldn’t help it, she realized this too, but it still made her feel like a child when it happened; a helpless little girl with no self control. She tried to keep that mental mantra up in her head, ‘it’s okay, it’s not your fault that this happens,’ but honestly she felt drained and defeated. The adrenaline crash. After the blankets were brought up, she finally managed to say something, but it was almost whispered. “Thank you Doc.”

She gave Quiet a soft smile, reaching to smooth the blankets over her form. A repeating, soothing movement. “You’re welcome. Do you want me to get you anything? Water? I can give you a little something to calm you down, if you’d like.” The doctor glanced over to the medicine cabinet, eyes flickering over the array of bottles from her place.

She was in the middle of taking stock of the pain medications, frowning as she realized that she was missing about half a bottle of Vicodin. Dammit, there was always something. Her attention was drawn away from her task as she heard the voice, and she only barely recognized it.

ghulehdoctor‌:

sister-quiet‌:

The grip on her toweled, injured hand was all that was keeping her there for a few moments. Quiet didn’t have the weight to throw around to fight it, especially in her current mental state. She was still trying to get away, the grip and the arm holding her in starting to seem like a bear-hug even though the rest of Church was leaned away. It wasn’t rational, but it was reactional, and that was something. Her breathing was panicked and she started making whimpering noises as she tried to unsuccessfully pull away. She started looking all around as if looking for an escape, which also meant she was become more aware of her surroundings, back towards her senses.

This kept up for more than several minutes, her whimpers getting louder and more squealy.. She’ll feel better later that it was only the Doctor who was there to witness them.  Finally, after so much squealing and tugging she dissolved into one loud whimper, her eyes screwing shut and her free hand going to her face and head. Coming back to earth wasn’t fun. Her head was spinning, blood rushing, she was becoming awake of the pain in her other hand, but she finally wasn’t trying to pull away. Instead she just let out a sob and tried to curl up on herself.

She let her struggle for awhile, focusing on keeping the Sister on the bed, and keeping pressure on her injury. By now, it’d be fine to pull the towel off, but she was more focused on just keeping Quiet on the cot. It seemed like she was finally coming back to herself, as she looked around and struggled.

Her whimpers were louder and louder as the minutes ticked by, but there was no reaction from the doctor. After one loud, pitiful whimper, she stopped struggling and instead started to curl into herself. “Quiet?” She asked, letting the other woman fall back onto the cot. “I know, darling. I know.” She murmured, glancing around and spotting one of the medical trays nearby. Reaching out with the toe of her heel, she pulled it towards her. 

“Quiet, I’m going to bandage up your hand, alright? It’s going to hurt a little bit, but it’s just the alcohol.”

It wasn’t quite crying, but it wasn’t quite pouting either. It was like giving up to exhaustion and being upset with that. Reality was slowly trickling back in, though, bit by bit the world seemed to have color and sound again. The rushing sound in her ears fading away and letting her hear Church more fully. Her struggles were stopped now as she remained half curled-up, now while laid on her side on the cot.

As the doctor started to work on her hand, she shivered, but it was clear that she was paying more and more attention to what was happening now, a few tears starting to run from her eyes. It actually made her more upset for more than a few moments as the realization dawned on her that something had happened again. And following that, the memory of what had actually happened that started this whole episode. And it made her feel pathetic. She wanted to curl up into herself more, but the doc was still mending her injury. 

It was a welcomed moment of calm, as the Sister laid whimpering and still. She acted on it with as much precision and speed as she could, grabbing a pair of gloves from the tray and pulling them on. She was quick with sterilizing the wound, knowing that it would get the most ‘knee-jerk’ reaction out of her.

“Just going to bandage you up now,” she murmured softly, disposing of the alcohol pad and reaching for the bandages. It wasn’t a terribly deep, or large wound, but it let her secure it a bit better. After all, hand wounds were trickier. Round, and round she wrapped the bandage, securing the gauze over the wound. 

@sister-quiet

Air looked down at the sister passed out in the library. He stepped over her in a large stride and looked at the shelf before she kicked out and said something.

Glancing down at her he listened.

“Air no…”

The old Ghoul snorted before tapping her arm with his foot.

Send 🖤 for a forced/harsh/firm kiss.

Karen had seen the same Sister walking the halls, always sizing her up with a distinct look in her eyes. She was sick of it, of humans and their games.

The Ghoulette was walking back to her room after a long and tiring day of practice. She wanted nothing more than to sleep for however long her bandmates would let her. As she moved down the halls the familiar face caught her eye. Karen was done with that look, grabbing the woman by the arm and shoving her against the wall, her lips colliding with the humans.

The Ghoulette’s free hand moved to run through the woman’s hair, so soft and sweet smelling. She pushed down the urge to take the sister then, against the wall in the hallway. It wouldn’t be smart.

She got a good look at the ghoulette’s face, smiling at what she saw. Lovely.. “Are you ashamed of bringing me around? Or are you just, really, private?” She asked as she moved closer to the bed, trying not to be accusing in tone.  Stopping and standing next to her.

A low purr radiated from her chest, her hands moving up the woman’s thighs, pushing the thin black material up with it. Slowly the ghoulette pulled away from the kiss as she pushed the fabric out of her way, settling between the sister’s legs. “Queen” the single word all she spoke as she pulled away the woman’s panties, throwing them across the room. Her fingers were instantly on her, stroking and circling her clit.