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ghoulish-fiction · 11 hours
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Imagine Mountain's hair going white in the winter to camouflage himself like a snow rabbit.
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Look at them! Fine gentlemen!
Terzo honey… I had to do this
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phantom! 🦇
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any way, I think Swiss in so in love with Dewdrop.
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29 with t4t swisstom perhaps 👀
from this prompt list, 678 words of t4t swisstom coming right up! slight cw for exhibitionsim, phantom is desperate.
Swiss could laugh at how desperate his bug soon became after being summoned, always needy and ready for something, or someone. He had been trying to enjoy his night after a long day of menial chores at the ministry, lounging out in the common rooms. A movie Rain recommended was on, but his investment was short lived when he noticed the figure at his side. Phantom stood right next to him, their eyes not quite meeting his own. They grasped at the hem of their sweatshirt, nervous.
“What’s up, bug?” He stretched his arms over the back of the couch, watching as Phantom flinched at his voice.
“Um… help,” they cleared their throat, “I need help. Please.” 
“Yeah?” He tilted his head with a grin. “With what?”
A whine got caught in their throat, hands never stopping with their shirt. “Swiss, please don’t tease.”
“Well, I’m kind of in the middle of something…” He gestured a hand towards the movie still playing, “so if you need something, spit it out.”
“I-” Phantom hid their flushed face behind their hair, “Swiss, please,”
Swiss hummed, lips pursed as he stared straight at them. They tried to hide from his eyes to no avail. 
Soon he let out a feigned sigh of annoyance, patting his thigh. “Alright, c’mere.” 
Phantom hesitated, their head swiveling to look around the room.
“But-” 
“You can either wait, or you can do your business and get on with your night.” Swiss put simply. Phantom seemed to make up their mind in a second, soon finding themselves straddled to his thigh, a hand on his shoulder to keep balance. They immediately began grinding against his thigh in small circles, letting out the smallest sigh in relief. Swiss hummed again in content and glued his eyes back onto the television, doing his damndest to ignore the whiny ghoul on his lap.
The small circles began to grow increasingly faster as they grew more desperate, breathy moans directed into his ear. He could feel himself growing wet at the display in front of him, finding it hard to keep his resolve. The minty scent of their arousal was intoxicating. They tried to reach out to grab his hand but were immediately met with a stern look of disapproval and hiss. 
“Please, touch me,” they whimpered.
“It’s my thigh or nothing,” Swiss warned, “I’m not lifting a finger to help you get off.”
He could cum just at the look they gave him. Their head landed on top of their hand on his shoulder as they let out a cry. In desperation for stimulation, their free hand snuck its way under their sweatshirt, fondling at their chest. Their grinding became erratic as their whines and whimpers turned into moans, successfully muting out any sound coming from the TV. Swiss groaned as one of their knees pressed into his own cunt, the pressure welcome. He could feel the spot on his sweatpants growing damp under their ministrations.
“Oh, hell- Swiss-” Phantom bit into their hand at a particular hard grind, a choked out moan getting caught in their throat.
“So damn noisy.” Was all Swiss said underneath the squirming quint. Their knee was a constant now at his aching cunt. He blushed deeply at the feeling, trying to keep his own noises from escaping through his bitten lip.
“‘M close,” they whimpered. “Please, Swiss,”
Before he could say anything, their grinding sped them through as their orgasm hit, moaning his name through it all. He grunted at his own release thanks to them, his head hitting the back of the couch. They panted as they slowed to a stop, their legs twitching in overstimulation.
“Swiss,” they whispered in his ear after a beat, “please help.”
He inhaled sharply and lifted his head back up, eyes back onto the now forgotten movie.
“I told you after the movie.” He couldn’t help the smirk when he felt their hips circle his thigh again, the smallest noise escaping them.
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ghoulish-fiction · 23 hours
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Stress Relief
rating; Explicit
words; 1.7k
relationship; Mountain/Swiss
tags; Masturbation in Shower, Shower Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Finger fucking, Transmasculine Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band), Transmasculine Mountain (Ghost Sweden Band), Polyamorous Ghouls (Ghost Sweden Band), Masturbation, Trans Male Character
“There you are.” Swiss nearly purred, tilting his head to get a better look. “Would you like some help, sweetness?” Or, Mountain masturbates in the shower, Swiss barges in and eats him out.
notes; For you SwissAlps enjoyers out there, and happy near end of Mountain March! Both Mountain and Swiss use clit and cunt, Mountain also has a tdick
Read here or on Ao3 if you so desire!
Mountain lets out a deep sigh when he steps into his shower, the hot water giving him the much needed relief after a tedious day. He rubs at his neck and groans, letting his head loll down and his eyes close.
He’d woken up well before sunrise to get an early start on their spring cleaning in the greenhouse, and only got back to the den just after sundown. He’d left a note for Swiss before he took off, the ghoul happily snoring away, letting him know his plans. The multi ghoul had gone to visit a couple times during the day, mainly to bring food and company for Mountain, before running off to do his own chores.
Mountain now stood under the hot spray, letting the dirt and stress wash down the drain. He ran a hand from his neck to his waist, slowing down to let his hand linger near his lower belly.
Aether made sure everyone knew about good health. He was the head of the infirmary, it made sense. He always made a point to tell Mountain to “jerk one out” when the giant went to vent to him about a long day. Something about it being a stress reliever.
Mountain wasn’t a prude. He had many partners to attest to the fact. Or a Swiss who couldn’t go a week without telling someone how good Mountain was in bed, or how he got Mountain to get on his knees the few times it happened. But it was rare for him to find pleasure by himself. He was preoccupied either with chores, his pack, or someone else to please. Always an afterthought.
He shrugged; might as well. Swiss was going to be out with Aether all evening for practice so he had time. If anything, it’d help him sleep. His lingering hand made its slow descent down to his cunt, running his fingers through the coarse hair. If it weren’t for Swiss who absolutely praised him for his hair, he would trim it a little, but he didn’t want to see his multi ghoul pout over it, so he kept it long.
A finger dipped between his folds, finding his clit already pulsing. He let out a sigh as he began to slowly circle it, already feeling the heat pool in his belly. It didn’t take long for him to add another finger, stroking from clit to dick. He took a couple steps to lean his back against the wall and gasped. The angle was just right for the water to hit him where he needed it.
His fingers sped up only slightly, his clit quick to plump up with blood, the pulse becoming stronger. He groaned and rolled his hips to meet the friction, suddenly desperate for more. For more stimulation. 
Mountain brought his second hand behind him, giving his ass a quick squeeze before dipping into his, what he presumes, wet cunt. He lets his finger tease around his hole, the way Swiss would, clenching around nothing. He’s not as cruel to himself as Swiss would be though, with the way he’d tease his fingers all around Mountain except for where he needed them the most, running them along the outline of his hole. And he’s not patient enough right now to pretend. His teasing finger plunged in with a noise that’s drowned out by the shower, immediately thrusting it in time with his other hand. He let out a raunchy moan, his head tilting to lean against the shower wall.
He could imagine what he looked like right now; pinched eyebrows, lidded eyes, body moving on its own accord and bucking into his hand. Debauched, even if only slightly. 
Everything came to a halt when there was a quiet knock on the door, a pattern he immediately recognized. He felt his cheeks bloom red and stood to his full height, his cunt protesting all stimulants disappearing.
“Swiss?” He called out. 
“Yeah, baby,” there was a teasing lilt in his tone, “having fun?”
“I thought you were with Aether.” Mountain frowned, only slightly annoyed.
“Had to cancel.” Swiss offered as an explanation. “Can I come in?”
Mountain nodded, only to realize that it couldn’t be heard. “Yes.”
He opened the curtain to the shower just slightly, using the bottom half to cover himself up in some form of decency. Swiss opened the door and gave Mountain that toothy grin, only clad in sweatpants. Mountain tried to not linger too long on his exposed chest, eyes flashing up to meet the multi ghouls.
“Come on, baby, I’ve seen you a million times,” Swiss closed the door with his foot, looking Mountain up and down as if he were prey, “you don’t have to hide from me.”
Mountain pursed his lips inward and turned his head, letting the curtain fall, fully revealing himself. He knew Swiss could see how stiff he was, clit puffy and pulsing. He himself could see just how red his dick was, the need still running rampant.
“There you are.” Swiss nearly purred, tilting his head to get a better look. “Would you like some help, sweetness?”
He couldn’t help the whine that escaped his lips and slapped a hand around his mouth. His breathing picked up and arousal flooded his system, the thought of having Swiss on him delightful.
“Yes,” he nodded, voice slightly muffled behind his hand. 
Swiss was quick to strip his pants and boxers off, joining in with Mountain. His eyes turned soft and he picked at the hand that covered his mouth, forcing it off with his own.
“C’mon, wanna hear you. No one else but me here.” He murmured. “I even locked both doors.”
Mountain nodded, words becoming harder by the minute, brain turning into fog in his mate’s presence. “I need you on me, please,” his hands flexed at his side, “mouth.”
“You got it, baby.” Swiss was on his knees in an instant, hands flying to kneed at his ass and mouthing along his thighs. He coerced Mountain back against the wall, giving silent praises as he went.
Finally, after what felt like eons, he licked a flat strip against his folds. Mountain keened at the sensation, hips bucking into his mouth. Swiss’ grip tightened on his cheeks, his blunt nails leaving imprints on the heated skin. He kissed and sucked religiously at Mountain’s clit, eating up all the slick as if he were starved for it. Mountain’s hand found its way to his horn, forcing his face into his dripping cunt, nose rubbing against the thick hair. Swiss groaned, the vibrations sending a shock through his system.
“More, fuck , Swiss,” Mountain moaned, eyes heavy as he watched Swiss eat him out. Swiss looked up and fluttered his eyes, teasing the tip of his tongue against his dick. 
“Fingers,” Mountain gasped, “in me, I need you in me.” 
Swiss happily obliged, giving a cheek one last squeeze before winding his hand down to his pretty hole, circling it with two fingers just like Mountain knew he would.
“Darling, please don’t tease-” Mountain said frantically with a buck of his hips, “I can’t do that-”
“No teasing,” Swiss’ words were muffled, tongue still working him. As quickly as those words came through, he dipped both fingers in, Mountain already loose enough to take it. Mountain nearly wailed, head thrown back against the wall when Swiss thrusts were timed with the laps his tongue was doing. His free hand found its way to Swiss’ other horn, needing the extra stability as his knees threatened to give in.
Mountain’s brain began oozing as the heat in his belly began to grow again, this stimulation much better than his own. He groaned when Swiss began to buck into the air, looking for any sort of stimulation of his own.
“Swiss, darling, I’m so close,” he warned. Swiss hummed in acknowledgement, his rhythm speeding up just barely but enough to drive Mountain mad. 
With one, two, three final sucks to his clit, Mountain was done for. He came with a silent scream, his shaky legs buckling under him. Swiss was quick to help him slide down the tub with ease, rubbing his thighs as he came down from his high.
Mountain sat up slightly when his vision was no longer blocky, breathless when he saw Swiss breathing hard and still kneeling, legs wide apart and clit shiny and red.
“Let me,” Mountain brought his hand down to hover over Swiss, eyes flicking up for permission. 
“Yeah,” Swiss moaned, “please.”
Mountain palmed the top of Swiss’ cunt and brought two fingers to his clit, circling it with practiced ease. Swiss let out another breathy moan and clung to his shoulders as if they were his lifeline. He grinded down to meet his fingers, needing the added pressure to help him through.
“Close,” he grunted.
“Sing for me, then.” Mountain almost growled.
Swiss’ hips worked faster as his orgasm crashed through him, ripping a beautiful yell out from him. His movements slowed down until he fully stopped, letting himself sit in Mountain’s palm as they both caught their breaths.
Mountain was the first to break the silence, “Why were you in my room, darling?” He slowly removed his hand from Swiss. 
“Left my charger in here from last night.” Swiss leaned into Mountain and nosed at his neck, taking in the earthy scent.
“And why did you guys cancel?” Mountain questioned, the horny haze dissipating as his mind started to reel over the intrusion.
“Oh, we didn't,” Swiss laughed. “I was just gonna go to the shed and smoke with Dew.”
Mountain rolled his eyes and began to extract himself from Swiss, the multi ghoul whining in protest. “I would’ve kicked you out if I knew that.”
“I know.” He grinned and stood, helping Mountain to his own feet. “But where’s the fun in that?”
“You basically just ghosted two of our packmates.” Mountain frowned.
“This was so much better, though," Swiss moaned obscenely, making Mountain groan, "besides, they'll forgive me."
Mountain shrugged; he highly doubted it. The two of them spent the rest of the shower cleaning each other off, a kiss offered intermittently until they were clean and the water was turned off. They dried off but didn’t bother with clothes, immediately heading straight for the giant’s bed. Mountain rolled his eyes and rolled around when Swiss insisted he be the big spoon, to let him live his dreams. Swiss hipped in celebration, legs and arms quickly becoming tangled in his own. They kicked up a hearty purr together and soon he felt his heavy lids drop, sleep coming to him easy. He should thank Aether later for the good advice.
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My new favorite song is Too Sweet by Hozier and like I'm getting such strong Swiss Vibes. I can just see him singing and dancing to it.
Like imagine Swiss, Rain, and Mountain have a little jam session together and playing this??? Perfect. Beautiful. Very hot gay boyfriends flirting while playing this song together. Ugh.
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A dirty-ass prompt: getting down and dirty with Mary Goore in a cemetery 👀
okay so this is what i was trying-- second person, past tense, and timed.
disclaimer; i don't like this one. it didn't turn out how i liked but i'm getting itchy trying to fix it. i feel like i fucked up tenses somewhere, but i'm trying to force myself to try a new tense for me.
creampie mary, weehaw
It was the coldest night of the year when you walked into that shithole dive bar down the road from the Abbey, practically looking for trouble. You were still covered in snow from a freak early-November storm that had caught you on your way out to meet up with your best friend, and you distinctly remember the snow flakes drifting from your shoulders and head to land on the floor of the bar, already melting away. The bartenders eyes met yours in a moment that would have heated the snow off of the sidewalk if you were outside.
It seemed you'd met Trouble.
He was a little taller than you and about thirty shades heavier handed with his eye makeup. His pale arm waved you forward to the bar, gesturing at a seat until you hopped up into it and settled down, giving him a simple drink order. The small talk that he made was comfortable; practiced. He asked what you did and you vaguely mentioned the Abbey, and then asked the same of him, and he replied with the name of the dive bar. The bar's name was stupid, like a joke you'd forgotten the punchline of, or one that the author couldn't bother coming up with, and you found yourself wondering if his name was any better. You almost smiled when he introduced himself as "Mary Goore", your brain already looking for the pun.
Your drink appeared in front of you and he raised his own to meet your glass with a gentle clink. "To Lucifer."
"To Lucifer," you replied, eyebrows shooting up into your brow line. He had some prior knowledge of the Abbey, it seemed... or he was just a tool. You were willing to jump his bones, either way. The two of you sipped your drinks and talked more about the Abbey and how he had been to shows before, that you just must not have noticed him in the crowds of people that congregated in the big cathedral. That, or he had a great knack for making himself invisible.
Eventually he changed the subject, asking you how long you've been a member of the Abbey and how you were liking it, if you felt it was for you or not, what it was like to live on the premises, and before you knew it, the glass you'd been sipping was empty, and he was asking you if you wanted to go for a ride with him. You swirled the dregs of your glass as you thought it over, wrestling with yourself about the safety of the choice-- it was dark and snowing, you were most certainly at least buzzed, and Mary is a new person to you.
Your eyes met his again, a cool green, and he broke into a toothy grin. The laughter lines around his face were prominent, and something behind his eyes was enough for you to agree.
It was Mary.
A small duffle bag was retrieved from somewhere in the back room and the lights were flicked off as Mary yelled at the remaining people at the bar to fuck off out the door; he's locking up for the night. Judging by the way that the patrons move, this wasn't a new experience for them. A few people lightly protested but a death glare from Mary had them hurrying their pace as he slammed the door closed behind them. He took off his black apron, draping it over a stool as he turned to you and clapped his hands together sharply.
"So," he grinned, "you want a ride or what?"
His car was a simple vehicle-- a low sitting two-doored thing, with fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview mirror and several bumper stickers. One of the stickers that had caught your eye said "Hella kids up in this bitch". When you made a comment about it, he had laughed and shrugged with one shoulder, motioning towards his balls.
The Abbey was on the other side of town from the dive bar, but somehow you and Mary arrived at the back doors before you could really process that you'd left. The ride over was filled with quiet ambient music from his stereo, and a rambling introduction from him that left you even more sure of your decision. He parked his car by the back door of the Abbey and turned to face you, slinging one arm over the back of his seat. The graveyard of Emeritus family lineage and the Siblings was visible over his shoulder, the snow on the graves melted from the heat of the nearby greenhouse.
"What?" you asked, your cheeks growing warmer with every second that passes.
"Nothin'," he countered with a shrug, "you're just hot." The smile that spread over his lips was wicked as he waited for your reaction.
"Are you hitting on me, Mary?"
He licked his lower lip with a nod before popping them together loudly, grinning. "Yup."
He didn't say anything more as you exited his vehicle, drumming your fingers along the hood of his car until you made it to his side. Mary's eyes were wide, watching you carefully until you leaned down and opened his car door, extending a hand to him.
"Enough small talk. Come rail me against a gravestone." Mary exhaled a bark of laughter, taking your hand with his left and turning off his car with the right.
You led him through the garden and around a hedge that opened up to reveal the more expensive crypts that dotted the square acreage of the Abbey. This was the most up-front and ridiculously blatant thing you'd ever done... but it was a thrill, wasn't it? His hand was still clasped in yours as you continued through the maze-like layout of the graveyard, passing stones and statues of Papa I and II and a few others you recognized until you arrived at an ornately carved stone angel. It was kneeling at a cross, hands clasped in prayer and face buried in the crook of their arm. You stopped and spun to face Mary, one hand already hiking up your dress.
Mary was grinning again as he pulled you closer to his body, pressing you up against the cool stone of the grave, his hands finally skating along your goose bumped skin. Your arm slid neatly around his shoulders, pulling him closer until his hips were slotted against yours perfectly. When your lips met it was electric, and Mary's shaky moan was enough to melt any remaining nerves you had. The sound of his jeans unzipping and boxers rustling was almost a relief. Your own dress was lifted up to your waist and pushed over your hips with ease.
"How are you gonna--?" He didn't bother answering you. Instead he lifted one of your legs around his hip, taking you by surprise as he hooked it behind him, allowing your foot to rest on his lower back. With his help you wrapped your legs around him as tightly as you could, leaning heavily on the statue behind you as his cock rubbed against the slickness between your lips. Your hand snaked down to grab him and hold him still as he lined up, teasing you for only a moment more before sinking deep into your heat.
"I catch on quick," he growled directly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
It wasn't the most comfortable position you'd ever been fucked in, but as Mary picked up a faster pace it felt less and less like the stone of the grave behind you was cutting into your skin and more like the heady mixture of pleasure and adrenaline you craved. His thrusts were rough but even and precise, the slapping sound of his hips against the back of your thighs almost drowned out by your shared heavy breathing. Mary's mouth was hot against your throat as he moaned, teeth sinking in lightly until he stopped at the juncture between your shoulder and neck to suck and bite at your flesh, making you cry out for him. Your body arched as he slammed into you, trying your best to move your hips in time with his to take him in even deeper, desperate for more of that feeling of being filled up.
"You going to cum for me?" he growled, his hands tightening on you where he held you aloft. You gasped in response, your cunt tightening around his cock as a sudden heat washed over you, spreading from your clit and up to the tips of your toes, the only response you could manage as he hit just the right spot over and over. Mary huffed out a breath of pleasure at the way that you tightened up around his dick, your orgasm causing you to involuntarily hold on tighter, nails digging into his skin through his thin shirt. "Cum all over my cock for me, babe. Fuuuck, you feel so fuckin' good."
"Mary--" Your voice was breathy as you felt another wave of your climax crash through you. The cool November night air around you did little to dampen the heat that Mary's body radiated or your own body heat, but it felt good, your sweat covered skin prickling with goosebumps. You managed to lift your head slightly, looking down to where you and Mary were joined. His jeans were open, cock sticking through the hole in the front of his boxers-- in fact, it seemed as though he wasn't even using the full length of his cock, pants bunched as they were.
"Fuckin- cunt, I'm gonna-" Mary cut himself off, mashing his lips against yours with a long and drawn out moan, hips kicking forward in time with the waves of his own climax. His teeth sank into your bottom lip and tugged, his breath coming in ragged pants and growls against you. When you were both sure you were finished, you carefully extricated your legs from their spot on Mary's hips, the two of you watching as he slowly slid out of you, leaving behind a warm trickle that ran down the insides of your thighs-- a hot reminder of your impulse decision. The sight made your face hot, but the look of pleasure on Mary's face when you made eye contact was worth it.
"Thanks for the ride," you said with a laugh, rubbing your hands along your thighs to warm up the muscle again. Mary snorted and dragged his hands across his face before looking at you. He waited for a beat before speaking.
"I haven't done something like that in years."
"I never have." You shrugged noncommittally, but Mary balked. "What? You were hot."
"So I'm your first, then? First one-night?" he corrected himself quickly. When you nodded he laughed again. "Look at you, making moves! But uh... I'm sorry to burst your bubble." Your eyes snapped to his, convincingly apologetic.
"What?"
"I uh.. Wouldn't mind if this wasn't a one night thing." Mary's hand went to the back of his head as he laughed shyly.
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love how you can tell rain out from the other ghouls from his entire sniffer sticking out
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Here's a WIP exploring the idea I had the other day about ghouls being born from the merging of a human and demon and how they can freely shift through a spectrum of froms. I'm a little stuck now as I think up Swiss's form. If you have ideas please send them my way.
Mountain/Swiss, Swiss Alps, WIP, mature
"Mounty? Where are you?" Swiss called out as be worked his way deeper and deeper into the woods, "Its been three days. Are you done being feral yet? I miss you."
Swiss listened closely, his, currently, pointed ears twisting this way and that. After hearing no sort of response he sighed deeply.
"You know, Mounty," Swiss said under his breath, if you don't come home I'm going to have to join you out here. I miss you too much."
"Prooomissse-ah?" 
Swiss whipped around to face a terrifying creature leering down from the trees. Its body dark browns and blacks and covered with patches of moss, vines, and flowers. Its long maw hung open, showing many white, razor sharp teeth. It's limbs were much too long for its already enormous body and they bent on unatural ways. They clung to the tops of trees which somehow managed to hold its weight. Its four eyes glowed as they stared down at Swiss, its face inching closer and closer as it climbed down from the trees and extended its long neck towards him. Swiss grinned, showing off his own sharp fangs, and reached out towards the beast. 
The beast made a sound that was most likey a purr despite it sounding so guteral. It knocked its great curled horns against Swisses and allowed Swiss to hug its head. 
"There you are Mounty! I've missed you, my giant forest cryptid." 
"I... said... prooomissse?" The voice came from Mountain, but his mouth simply continued to hang open, unmoving. 
"I didn't think you'd hear me, but yeah Ill go feral with you. But only for a day or two. We got things to do at home, you know."
"No." Mountain growled. 
"How long do you want to stay?"
"Till the end of days." He said in a deep, almost seductive voice.
"Okay," Swiss laughed, "You've convinced me. Papa's gonna be mad though."
"Dont... care." 
"You'll care when he's out here disturbing the peace."
Mountain only whined and began biting and yanking at Swiss's clothes. 
"Okay, okay! I think you just want me naked."
Mountain purred.
"Fucking pervert." Swiss teased as he nearly folded his clothes. 
"Did you bring a bag this time?"
A massive claw reached into the greenery that grew on Mountain's body to produce a messenger bag. It hung from that claw like a doll's bag hanging from a child's finger. A now naked Swiss took the bag so he could shove his clothing in along side Mountain's. As he did so Mountain nudged his great head against Swiss once more. His lolling tonge licking up his back.
"Hold on! Wait till I've changed. You're a pervert and you're impatient." 
Mountain whined again as he took the bag back and stashed it on his, so to say, person once more. 
"Okay big boy. Give me some space." Swiss instructed. He shook out his limbs and rolled his shoulders back. Mountain retreated back to the tops of the massive trees. 
With a growl that started low but grew deafening, Swiss began to transform.
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ghoulish-fiction · 3 days
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I need somebody who will dress up in cosplay with me just to do stupid shit like go shopping and get coffee.
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anonymous reviewer: i don’t like the way you’ve written this character in this fic
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dear ghost fans
another papa/ghoul headcanon post is another person well fed (PLEASE KEEP POSTING UR HEADCANONS)
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Imagine ghouls being symbiotic like creatures. Like humans join the Abbey and then get some demon attached to them and boom. Ghoul is born. Sometimes a ghoul looks exactly like its human half, sometimes there's only the mere suggestion of a human shape in a terrifying feral creature, but most of the time they're a happy mix of the two. But they are always ghoul. There is no human or demon anymore. They are now one and are ghoul.
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