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[nameless-ghoul-ifrit]

Where are my other fire ghouls??? Or like...any older ghouls??? I miss my old pack....

[askswissghoul]

Name: Swiss Army Ghoul

Element: multi

Height: 6’ 5”

A tall chaotic multi ghoul who loves to cause chaos

Love to flirt with other ghouls!

Hair is always gonna have pretty trinkets and charms! Maybe a little dye too!

Love to play video games and jam out with my guitar!

More information below the cut!

⚠️ MDNI BE AWARE! This is a blog will deal with triggering subjects, swearing, sexual content and mature themes. You have been warned!

⚠️SFW AND NSFW asks are welcome, if you are a minor do not ask a NSFW question

⚠️ I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH THE BAND! I only own Clover! She is my oc.

About me:

My name is Chloe!

I am 23 and am obsessed with the band Ghost!

I have this blog up so I can get my oc to have some interactions with other people who like the band or want to know more about my oc!

THIS IS STRICTLY A ROLEPLAY BLOG! Please no questions about the actual person behind the screen! If it is an out of character moment I will put “//“ to let everyone know it’s the creator of this blog!

DM ROLEPLAY IS ACCEPTED! If you got a plot then go on and DM me for plotting!

[earth-ghoul-mountain]

I am Mountain.

Name: Mountain

Position: Drummer

Element: Earth

Papa: Terzo, Copia, Perpetua

Likes: Stars. The Forest. Gardening. Weeds...

Dislikes: Disarray and clutter

Partners:

Mountain's Attributes:

Eye color: Kaitoke

Hair: chocolate-cherry brown and shoulder length, usually tied half up in a small fold-bun or hanging freely in 2b waves

Height: 6'2 (barefoot) - 6'4 (in his stage boots)

Demeanor: Soft and quiet, chill to most people and easy going.

When drumming he is down to have a RBF when focused. He will occasionally crack a smile when in the presence of others who he's close to.

Social Structure: Introvert. Sometimes can be social with the ones he's close to. Loves to talk about fauna and florals. May show a trick or two how he can quick grow something to the kits to make them smile. Is your go to person for...extracurricular plants.

18+ Ghost RP Acct. Not the real Ghoul. Not affiliated with Ghost. Don't even try to be an ass to me. Minors don't try anything sexual with me.

DMS ARE OPEN FOR PRIVATE CHATS.

[zephyr-windss]

*There was sniffling outside your door before a slow knock was heard*

Zeph….. *Sniffle* Are– are you busy?

@ask-aspen-ghoulette

*the sound immediately made them rush to the door, opening it swiftly*

Asp- Hey, whats the matter?

[phantom-ghouls-world]

*noms on your shoulder softly*

- @nameless-ghoul-aurora

He chuckled as he felt the fangs sink into his shoulder.

"Who's this?" Phantom asked playfully, as they let go of the Fantomen that he was cleaning.

Of course, Phantom knew who it was; if not just for the strong scent, but because of their bond.

[oap-rp]

https://x.com/ISU_Figure/status/1893234784391835901

[ask-tfa-ministry-of-science]

Bumblebee smiled as he leads a child into the lab. "Hey Preceptor, Razor has something for you!"

Razorwing happily runs over, being careful of random wires and cables on the floor, and holds up a bag of cookies towards the scientist.

"Oh?"

How curious.

He sets his wafers to the side, fresh from their acid bath. The etching was done, and all that remained was to cut the chips out of the matrix, and then-. But that wasn't terribly important at the moment, was it?

It seemed that Bumblebee had brought a visitor.

"Greetings, Razor," he dips his helm, a nod, before accepting the bag of cookies. "Are these to share with the rest of the lab?"

[yuriplisetsky-rp]

why didn't Otabek wish you a happy birthday??

His mouth was full.

@oap-rp

[askdewydrop]

Hi! Hai! Hiii! Hru! HII!

-@6uggy-6oy

Hey! Phantom! How are you little bat!

[askcloverghoul]

hey gay

Hey! How did you know?! I mean I’m absolutely gay for Cumulus…she’s…very pretty…like….mmmm i like women…

[itsvinzenzdarling]

Hello. The following is a message from the Teufort Census Bureau.

How would you rate your current employment?

Thank you for your co-operation.

@tf2-data-collection-agency

Vinzenz squinted at the print with mild suspicion. They wanted feedback? He had plenty to give but not enough space to write it. If they wanted an in-depth review, it'd be better to meet in person. So he resigned to writing his personal rating:

4/10

"My grievances are with Mann Co, therefore everything I list will be in accordance with their employment: The camaraderie is nice, but many things could be better. The food, the shelter, the equipment, and the administration," he added. "I'd also suggest hiring more competent people but that would mean opening Hale's fat wallet. If you need to reach me for further detail, call my office or wire Administration."

The Medic left the number to his medical bay at the very bottom, and signed his name:

Dr. Vinzenz Rieger

[nameless-ghoul-ifrit]

Where my favorite bitches at? (With love)

[djsangos]

@feeling-horsey replied to your post “slipped in a puddle and ate shit on the sidewalk...”:

D --> Hi

​seen any cool horses recently

[vahalia-cress]

@wandererxiv's March prompt: It was no proper delivery. No knock upon the door. There was no one to answer as to what the meaning of the 'tribute' left in the front walkway meant. A serpent, with black iridescent scales, lay speared with an arrow. Attached to it rested a letter, sealed with wax and stained with the snake's blood. Was it a threat? An theatrical message of love?

“Who would want to harm you?” Kaevia’s gentle voice cut through the silence at the other end of the table.

Plenty of people, none with the gumption.

“Well, I would like to know who was brave enough to put it at your door,” Annette replied.

– Or stupid enough.

“I’ll have those in the Quill & Coven questioned. Someone in Black Water had to see someone heading toward the Keep.”

Vahalia’s forefinger and thumb drew circles along one another in a slow motion. Like a metronome, it soothed her racing mind, which had already begun to plot and pivot through various assumptions.

The women behind her began to talk amongst themselves between Castien’s insistence to seek the person out, Marion’s fright, Annette scowling and the small jibs of ‘tch’s and ‘hmphs’ that came from her was enough to know that the woman had been off-put entirely by coming across the piece within the walkway.

Threats were easy to find as often they were deliberate, the intent to eventually be found else one wouldn’t go to such lengths. There was a saying that: You can mistake a snake for a rope or a rope for a snake. Upon the first blunder and grab a snake for a rope, you could die from a single bite. The other connotes the ignis fatuus in life.

A snake by someone’s doorstep was a sign of death or tragedy, though this one was deceased. Perhaps it was merely a sign of the Serpent of Time she had read in one of her books. That when the time comes of specific planetary alignment, it would signify debt to be paid. Challenged or karmic – whatever it might have been, it seemed entirely archaic.

Neither were a sound theory to go off of.

For a moment, Vahalia had considered it perhaps an omen or offering; however, what she believed in her practices rarely included such violent messages, and they were never accompanied by a missive. Often, the snake was represented as fertility and life forces; a symbol of rebirth, immortality everlasting, transformation and in some cultures, healing. There was evidence through what some travelers had come to know as ouroboros.

A strange concept for some, given that many men feared the venom of a snake though it was attributed to life and renewal – the complete opposite.

The arrow. Surely, the mastery of a skilled hunter though in her practice she knew the arrow to symbolize movement, power and at times, self-direction—precision from some of the most experienced warriors with slung bows.

She couldn't take chances, not with what had happened to Valeria. Not with Idalia and Evran.

The buzz of voices around her ceased when Vahalia reached for the arrow and plucked it from the body of the snake to inspect the tip, “Castien.” she spoke, golden eyes not leaving the make of the projectile in her hand.

Castien’s frame drew closer as her red eyes scanned the arrow within the Lady Cress’s elegant grasp. When Vahalia found the blonde woman within her peripheral Vahalia lowered the Arrow, “Take Kaevia with you to the Market, inquire and make sure to ask the bartender in The Smoking Crow, from there we will begin asking those who work the farmsteds. Your line of questioning should include anyone that has recently travelled here or through with a bow and quiver in hand or if there have been merchants selling ammunitions of this make in the past few days.” Carefully, Vahalia handed over the arrow, which Castien seemed to accept eagerly.

“Very well,” the tall half-elezen woman replied.

“Annette, you will inform Sir Taka and have he and Tjorbin search the curtilage for any signs of visitors. They might have left something else behind.”

The House Steward gave a swift curtsey and meandered off, but not without taking Marion by the wrist to have her follow along. Castien paused at the threshold as Kaevia seemed to tarry, “Lady Cress, will you be alright?” the Priestess asked softly.

Vahalia slipped the missive from the body of the serpent, inspecting the dried vital that littered the envelope, “I will be, yes. If you need to find me, I will be in the study looking into the habitat of our poor deceased friend here and consulting Belgrave on this.” her head did not turn but Vahalia’s eyes cut to Kaevia’s direction just beyond her vision's fringe.

Nothing else was said as the tasked women filed out and Vahalia looked to the serpent along the table before finally rising from her seat. 

She had a letter to read.

( thank you @wandererxiv! This was really fun to respond to. 💙 )

[zephyr-windss]

*chews softly on your shoulder* - ❤️‍🔥

Do I taste good now? Hahahaha

[fordsixerpines]

FORDSY!

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No.