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You can call me Golfball! I'm 21 and use they/it pronouns. My inbox and messages are always open but keep in mind I may not always respond right away!
My requests are always open but I do tend to get busy with school and work so it may take me time to finish them. I write for any ships/pairings. I'll also do drawing requests!
I primarily write for the ghouls, but once in a blue moon, the Papas will make an appearance.
hi! asking bc it's on your quiz, but how common was the name "shadow" before everyone settled on "swiss"? this is the first time i've ever seen that :0
Hi :D
I’m going to honest I’m not sure how popular it was at the time, but I do know that before someone (on Twitter I believe) made the multi tool/multi ghoul joke and people started calling him Swiss Army ghoul that Shadow was a name floating around!
iirc it was because his stage was “in the shadows” so some people took to calling him that for a brief period of time!
Mountain tied on his knees, strict posture collar, and chains connecting his antlers to nipple clamps so that he feels every tiny movement of his head, send tweet
Mist in her swim trunks and sports bra and Aurora in her cute frilly little two piece and Mist's inability to not touch her girlfriend at every opportunity
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How about Mountrain dry humping in the new uniforms bc Mountain can't get enough of how the bodysuit fits Rain and Rain can't stop staring at Mountain's tits 😌
i'll have you all know miasma said it was okay that i didn't write dry humping i want you ALL TO KNOW--
anyways. it's rain's turn to go crazy over mountain. specifically that broad, big, chest of his hnnghhfd
Rain pushes Mountain into the back closet of the rehearsal room, bullying him into the dark corner behind the shelves of mis-managed cords and dusty pedals. Mountain hits his back against the wall with an amused oof. Rain presses close, hands already running up and down his body.
“Rain, what—”
“Can’t stop looking at you,” the water ghoul breathes. “Have you seen yourself in this?”
Mountain huffs a laugh. “Briefly. Could ask you the same question, darling.” He runs his hands over the veil covering Rain’s inky hair, brushing against the metal collar and smoothing down his side.
Rain makes a noise at the back of his throat. Pressing even closer. His hands grope at his chest, his shoulders. “Your chest, Mount,” he whines. Needy. Even in the dim of the closet, Mountain can see how big his pupils have blown. “Look so fucking good.”
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It's the middle of the night. The ministry is dark and silent, but you creep into the kitchen anyway. When you open the door of one of the massive industrial fridges, your gaze catches on something eerie: Two twin points of light glowing in the dark. They blink. Your heart is in your throat until you realize oh, that's just a ghoul grabbing a midnight snack.
Sniffles. 🥺🥺 Golfball. Golfy. May I humbly ask for possessive raindrop sex after they get back to the hotel. Dew making damn sure rain is marked as his, cunt stretched for his cock only, rain is only dews.
Bonus points for rough and mean dew getting soft and sweet at the end bc he can’t be mad at his fishy forever (and a crying bruised up rain is so hard to be mean to ); )
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