adult ⋆ ♈︎ ⋆ they [ !! nsfw sometimes !! ] ——— I like to write and draw ⟡⟡ Say swiss army ghoul into a mirror 3 times and I will appear Terminally Swissalps brained. ——— @mtvrckt on everything ‼️
they ⋆ 04.17 ⋆ adult
drawing , writing , miscellaneous shit
rktgrss.crd.co <<
bsky tiktok
*RCKTZ ; art tag
*TV ; writing tag
*NSFW ; wild stuff
18+ ACC, MINORS DNF
Please do not use my art for personal use w/out permission
⟡⟡⟡
I am slowly trying to crawl my way into social media so I thought an intro post would be good 🤘🏾
My name is [ TN ] !!!! I am a college student obsessed with all things Ghost and ghoul and sacrilegious and yeah. I love doing creative stuff but my inspiration is the most fickle and flighty thing in the universe, so. I may not always deliver, but trust.. I am always brewing....
I am really hoping to meet people here and make some friends if I can. I love writing & headcanoning & just chatting with people, so feel free to reach out! My DMs and ask box are like always open. I am just worried sometimes if I try to talk to people I will seem fucking insane and too excited GDBHNJ
Roleplay is my passion but I'm getting increasingly curious on writing fics 🫣 we'll see we'll see...
Ok yes thank you. I love all of u peace n loveee grggr
⟡⟡⟡
Other more specific things ab me under the cut !!
𖤓
A lot of my interests & shit are on my carrd if you are so curious, so I will just put some Ghost & other general things here because they are all my brain is rn oops
ALBUM: infestissumam is my favorite EVER
SONGS: monstrance clock, faith, lachryma <333 then everything else, it's all peak.
CHARACTERS: SWISS. SWIIIIISS. then rain..,, dew,, mountain, all of them.. they're all cool too ig..... I thoroughly love everyone <333 My two main muses are Swiss, Rain, and some Alpha. A little dabble in everyone else if I think hard enough.
⟡ STYLE: For writing, I have a focus in the novella & poetic prose. I naturally veer toward edgier, moodier vibes. But lighthearted drabbles and all the genres are still utter loves of mine.
⟡ LIMITS: Don't be weird to me, and basic DNI criteria (including; proship, bigotry, nonconsent supporters, pedophilia, etc.)
I am also a freakazoid and think about a lot of weird shit a lot of the time so beware that. This blog may get dark and strange within my own comforts.
⌖ I really only think about the fanon characters, I lack severely in the OC dept. and js like thinking about + writing those silly ghouls on stage... but am absolutely willing to chat with people about theirs !!
⌖ I kind of have commissions open, but they are very conditional as sometimes I just cannot finish art. If you are interested, DM me and I will let you know my status.
⌖ Same goes for all kind of creativity. Requests are welcome but acting on them is never guaranteed!! I fear I am just too inconsistent fbhnjdf
⌖ Still highkey don't fucking know how to use tumblr or find shit on here but we will figure it out. yeah
⸻
Anyway yssss, again, if you are interested please reach out!! I am hoping to worm my way into the ghoul community here, it is beyond radical 💥💥
⟡⟡⟡
Love is like a sin, my love,
For the one that feels it the most.
Phantom has a huge interest in entomology. A self-proclaimed insect and spider extraordinaire, he’s fascinated by how different they are on the surface compared to the Pits. It’s terrifying how much information he can cram in the span of half an hour, and he’ll sometimes spout off little facts and tidbits at the most random times. He even has a pet tarantula he lovingly calls ‘Bruce Wayne,’ who he trained to do a double high-five. (It’s not really a high-five if it’s only your index fingers, but, really, who cares?)
He sometimes gets a bit controlling over Bruce’s enclosure, micromanaging the lighting and temperature, as well as whatever bugs and decorations are put inside the tank. He means well, and just wants the best for his little eight-legged buddy. If someone else is considering a tarantula for a pet, they always go to Phantom for advice on how to care for it. He also has a huge Minecraft tarantula plushie in his room.
Ironically, Phantom is deathly terrified of lizards. Especially the species that shoots blood out of its eyes as a defense mechanism; he nearly vomited when he saw a clip of it in a nature documentary. He outwardly cringes at the sight of a newt or salamander, and can’t even be in the same room as one of those giant iguanas. A tiny lizard snuck into the ghoul common room one time, and Phantom, letting out the stupidest shriek known to man-or-ghoulkind, scrambled on top of the couch and bared his fangs at the intruder until Mountain caught it and took it outside.
Summary: Rain's messy celebration of Dew's body (cunt/cock used for Dew, Rain's tits); transmasc Dew and Rain; tit fucking, oral sex, praise kink, dirty talk, squirting, post-top surgery, body worship, trans joy and pride, gender affirming sex, fluff and smut, the boys are in love your honor
a/n: the long discussed, yet to be posted until now gender affirming blowjob to titfucking fic. i stared at it too long, reworked it too many times. i need to let it breathe and be free. bodies are beautiful, and that includes yours. happy pride, may we all know joy
· · · — ⸸ · ⛧ · ⸸ — · · ·
The bath water's gone cold in the next room and neither of them cares.
Rain's sprawled across the bedding with his robes half-off one shoulder, still smelling like the salt and oil they'd dumped in the tub, still warm enough that he keeps pressing the back of his hand to Dew's arm just to share it.
Dew's flat on his back. One arm flung behind his head, the other resting on his stomach, eyes tracking something on the ceiling that isn't there. Quiet — but not the bad kind. Rain's learned the difference.
This is the quiet Dew gets when he's full to the brim and doesn't have anywhere to put it yet.
Rain watches him. The rise and fall of his chest. The little twitch at the corner of his jaw. The way his fingers keep curling and uncurling against his own stomach like he's testing that it's all still there.
"Hey." Rain scoots closer, chin finding Dew's shoulder. "You've been staring at that ceiling like it owes you money."
Dew snorts. "'M thinking."
"Dangerous." Rain grins, walks two fingers up Dew's sternum. "Wanna think out loud, or you want me to give you something better to do?"
Dew's quiet for a second.
His head tilts toward Rain's voice and his hand uncurls against his stomach, palm going loose and open. Not a word. He doesn't always have words for this. But Rain knows how to read a yes when it's offered with the whole body.
"Hi baby," Rain murmurs, feeling the exact moment Dew lets go of holding himself together.
He shifts up onto an elbow and lets his fingertips hover a breath above the center of Dew's chest. Waits. When Dew doesn't tense, doesn't flinch, he lets them land. Right in the middle of it. Over the new shape. Over the lines that are still pink and healing and entirely, finally his.
"Still with me?" Rain says.
Dew nods. Sharp first, then softer, and Rain feels his pulse pick up right under his palm.
He spreads his hand wider — collarbone, ribs, the slope of him that Dew used to only get to want and now just gets to have. Rain's breath does something embarrassing. He doesn't care.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he says. "Genuinely. It's a problem. I can't think straight."
Dew huffs a laugh, mouth tipping crooked, eyes sliding toward the wall. "You've never thought straight a day in your life."
"Okay, rude, and also true—"
"—not as pretty as you, though," Dew mutters.
Rain glows. Not figuratively — his light flares soft and pink at the edges, the way it always betrays him when he's pleased. He leans into it shamelessly.
"Oh, so I am pretty." He props his chin on Dew's chest, beaming. "Good. Glad we're agreed."
"That's not—" Dew starts, and Rain talks right over him.
"But you." He dips down, kisses the slope of muscle where soft meets solid. "You're handsome." Another kiss, lower, grinning against skin. "Stupidly handsome. Criminally. It's actually inconvenient for me."
Dew's laugh cracks out of him — surprised and real, the good ugly kind. "Inconvenient."
"Deeply. I can't get anything done." Rain props back up, eyes bright.
Dew's hand finds its way into Rain's curls, and the laugh goes quieter, but it doesn't leave his face. "Yeah?" he says. "You think I'm handsome?"
"Mhm." Rain's tail sways slow behind him. "Wanna show you."
Dew's fingers tighten in Rain's curls. "You sure?" His voice has gone rough. "I'm still kind of—" He glances down at his own chest, bare under Rain's hand, still new enough that he keeps catching himself looking. "Still getting used to it being mine."
Rain follows his gaze. Then looks back up, and whatever's on his face makes Dew's breath catch.
"Dew. I have wanted to get my hands on this chest since the day you told me you were getting it." He says it plainly, like a fact, like the weather. "I've been so chill about it. So patient and chill."
Dew laughs wet and startled. "You sent me eleven texts the morning of."
"Chill. And patient." Rain ducks down and kisses him — the curve of muscle, the place where the skin was shaped and healed, careful and unhurried but grinning the whole time. He lingers, breathes him in.
"Let me have you. Please," he says softly, the joke laying down somewhere gentle. "I've been dying to."
Dew exhales hard through his nose, and when he speaks his voice isn't steady at all. "You really mean it."
Not a question, quite. Like he needs to set it down somewhere outside himself and look at it.
Rain presses his lips to the center of Dew's chest, right over his heart, and holds there.
"Every word," he says. "C'mere, I'm gonna prove it."
And then he's moving — kissing down Dew's chest, mouth open and warm, taking his time but not making a ceremony of it. One kiss for the curve of muscle. One for the healed line where the shape was made. One for the nipple, careful, and Dew's hips give a little involuntary twitch that makes Rain hum, pleased.
He trails lower. Ribs, the soft give of Dew's stomach, the spot just above the waistband that makes Dew suck in a breath. Rain looks up, chin hooked over Dew's hip.
"Still good?"
"Yeah." Dew's voice is thick.
"Can I?" Fingers curled under the waistband.
Dew lifts his hips, and Rain peels the pants down and off and then just— stops. Looks. Sits back on his heels and takes in the whole flushed length of him, Dew's cock already swollen and stiff and glistening at the tip, and whatever face he's making must be ridiculous, because Dew snorts.
"You good down there?"
"Gimme a second. I'm having a moment." Rain wets his lips, and when he speaks again it comes out in a rush, like he can't believe his own luck: "Okay. Okay, I want—" He swallows. "I want you to fuck my tits."
Dew blinks like he's gone a little mad. "You want me to what?"
"Fuck my tits." Rain's tail loops cheerfully around his ankle.
"I— baby, I can't exactly—" Dew gestures vaguely toward the closet, ears gone hot. "D'you want me to get the—"
"You can," Rain says, delighted. "Can I taste first? Get you ready?"
Dew's tongue darts across his lower lip. "...Yeah. Yeah, 'course you can."
"Lie back." Rain's already nudging his thighs apart, settling between them like he's got a reservation. "Let me get you there."
Dew goes loose and easy, and Rain takes his sweet time — mouths the inside of one thigh, then the other, sucks a mark into soft skin just to feel Dew jolt, hands stroking up over his hips. Then he licks one long, flat stripe up through him, slow, and Dew's whole body goes taut.
"Fuck—"
"Mhm." Rain hums it against him, already slick to the chin, and seals his mouth over Dew's cock, hard and swollen, flushed dark and standing proud out of its hood. He sucks soft and steady, tongue working him in slow circles, and Dew's hips kick up off the bed. He's drenched already, wet smearing across Rain's lips and chin.
Rain moans at the taste of him, the slick of him, like it's the best thing he's had all week. He pulls back just to look, Dew's cock shining and swollen, his whole sex flushed and soaked and gorgeous. The sound Rain makes is pure greed.
"Fuck, look at you. So hard for me already." He grins, breath hot against the wet. "Showoff."
Dew chokes on a laugh that breaks into a groan as Rain dives back in — "Rain—" — closing his lips around him and sucking harder now, tongue flat and dragging, hips rolling up to grind himself against Rain's mouth.
Rain feasts. There's no other word for it. He works him with his whole mouth — lips, tongue, the gentle graze that makes Dew sob. Laps up the slick that keeps coming, buries his face in him and moans like he could do this for hours, like there's nothing about this body he wouldn't worship. Stars go off behind his eyes. Drool and slick run down his chin and he could not care less.
Dew's hand slides to his horn and grips, and when Rain glances up through his lashes to meet that blown-black gaze, Dew's voice comes out absolutely wrecked.
"You wanna— c'mon, baby, want you to ride my face. Come up here."
Rain pulls off with an obscene, glistening gasp, mouth shining, chin soaked. "Oh, I want." He licks his lips. "But not yet. Not done with you."
He goes back down, greedy and sloppy and making zero attempt to be graceful — tongue flat against Dew's cock, lips sealed, sucking him through every grind, Dew rocking up into the wet heat of his mouth and Rain taking all of it, slick running down his throat, the sounds of it loud and filthy and obscene.
He's having the actual time of his life.
"Fuck, baby—" Dew's hand tightens on his horn, hips snapping up against his mouth. "That's— you like that?"
Rain moans his answer against him, enthusiastic and uncoordinated, eyes watering and crinkled at the corners like he's almost laughing with how good this is — like there's nowhere on earth he'd rather be than face-deep in his boyfriend, drenched to the chin, consuming him whole.
Dew's hand slides from his horn down into his curls, fists there, gets a real grip. His voice shifts, more sure. The voice of a man who knows exactly what he's doing to the person beneath him.
"Yeah? You like when I fuck your face, baby?"
Rain whimpers around him, eyes rolling back, and Dew laughs — a real laugh, dark and pleased and so fucking masculine Rain's whole body lights up with it.
"Look at you. So pretty like this. So good for me." Dew rolls his hips again, slower now, watching, his free hand coming down to cup Rain's jaw, thumb dragging through the wet at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, sweetheart. Take it."
And Rain does, moaning brokenly, hands flying up to grip Dew's thighs, drinking it all in: Dew's voice, Dew's grip, Dew above him taking what he wants, Dew being exactly who he is. The slick running down Rain's throat, the burn in his jaw, the firm hold in his hair guiding him onto his boyfriend's cock at exactly the pace his boyfriend wants.
Rain could come from this alone.
He's a little worried he might.
Dew watches him drool around his cock and groans, hips rocking, thumb still working the corner of Rain's mouth like he can't quite believe he's allowed.
"That's it. That's my good boy. Look so fucking pretty taking it for me."
Rain whines, high and ruined, the praise hitting him somewhere unfair. He sucks harder, sloppier, makes a show of it — eyes wet, throat working, tongue flat and devoted. Dew swears and his rhythm goes ragged, hand fisting tighter in Rain's curls.
He works him like that — Dew rolling down into his mouth at his own pace, Rain greedy and pliant and shining wet beneath him, both of them so far gone they've stopped keeping track of who's giving and who's taking until Dew's leaking steadily, shaking, thighs trembling around Rain's head, right on the edge.
Rain pulls off with a gasp and a long string of slick he doesn't bother wiping, lips swollen, face soaked, grinning like a menace.
"Okay— okay, c'mere, up here." Rain's already tugging at Dew's hips, breathless, urging him up the bed. "Wanted you between these since the second you walked in, c'mon, gimme—"
Dew huffs a dazed laugh and lets himself be hauled, clumsy and pliant, until he's crawling up to straddle Rain's chest, knees bracketing his ribs, and oh. Oh, the view. Rain's hands go still on his thighs and just hold.
Dew's settled right over him now, his cunt pressed warm and soaked against the center of Rain's chest, slick already smearing where they meet. His cock stands flushed and shining and proud, poking out from where he's tucked against Rain's skin. Rain could weep. He looks up the long line of Dew's body — flat chest heaving, healed and his, that gorgeous cock right there for the taking — and makes a sound like he's been gut-punched.
"Fuck, you're—" Dew starts, breath catching, hands not sure where to land.
"Yeah." Rain doesn't even let him finish. He oils his palms, his chest, the soft weight of his tits, works it in until he's gleaming, then presses them together. He makes a warm snug channel and looks up with absolute filth in his eyes. "Made you a spot. C'mon, baby. Use it."
The first slide takes some negotiating — Dew shifts forward, Rain adjusts his grip, a slippery false start that makes them both snort, "okay, wait—" "no, lower, here—" — and then Rain reaches between them, thumbs Dew's cock free of its hood, and tucks him down into the slick warm press of his cleavage himself.
They both go quiet with it.
Because it's slow. Rain wants it slow. He holds his tits snug and Dew settles into the channel, hard and swollen and so wet already that the first grind pulls a slick, filthy sound out of the space between them. He's small like this, flushed dark, glistening, his cock nestled in oil and the slick that's been running from him since Rain's mouth was on him. The head drags up through the tight warmth and catches, just barely, before Dew rocks back down. Rain watches the whole thing. So does Dew.
"Oh." Dew's hips stutter. "Oh, that's—"
"Mhm." Rain's gone smug and breathless at once, voice thick. "Look how good you fit. Made for you, baby."
Dew looks. He can't not. He grinds forward again, slow, and watches the swollen head of his cock ride up through the slick press of Rain's cleavage, shining and flushed and right there between his tits, before he rocks back down and it disappears into the warm clutch again. Watches the wet smear he's leaving on Rain's skin. His eyes go wide and glassy. "Holy shit."
"Yeah?" Rain squeezes them tighter, and the next drag of pressure against him pulls a broken, soaked sound right out of Dew. "Feel that? That's all for you. Get me messy, c'mon."
"Fuck, baby—" Dew's voice cracks, eyes still glued to where his cock keeps disappearing into the tight channel of Rain's chest. "You can't just say things like that."
"Like what?" Rain's grinning, helpless and radiant, and it shakes his whole chest. The shift of it against Dew's cock makes Dew gasp and swear and grab Rain's shoulders to hold him still. "Okay— okay do not do that again or I'm gonna—"
"Do what, this?" Rain laughs again, pure menace, deliberately rolling his chest, and Dew groans and drops his forehead toward Rain's like he's been wounded.
It stops being funny when something settles in Dew's spine as he builds a more confident rhythm — that same shift Rain felt when Dew's hand fisted in his hair, the quiet click of him stepping into himself. When he lifts his head his eyes have gone dark and certain.
"Hold them tight for me," he says, low. "Just like that. Don't let go."
Rain's whole body sparks. "Yes, sir."
Dew's grin flickers, dangerous and pleased, and then he braces his hands flat on the bed on either side of Rain's head. He boxes him in, leans down over him and starts to fuck the channel of Rain's tits in earnest. Slow, still, but deeper now, surer, every grind a long deliberate drag of his cock through oil and slick and the warm snug clutch Rain is holding for him. The sounds it makes are filthy. Wet, rhythmic, the obscene squelch of how soaked he is, his cunt smearing wet across Rain's sternum every time he rocks down.
And he's watching Rain the whole time.
"Look at you," Dew says, voice rough and low, the voice from before — the one that knows what it's doing. "Holding me so good. So pretty under me, baby."
Rain whimpers and his grip on his tits goes tighter, squeezing the channel snug around him. Dew groans deep in his chest and rolls his hips harder.
"Yeah. There you go. That's mine, sweetheart, isn't it? You made it for me." A pause, a slow filthy drag, the head of his cock pushing up into Rain's cleavage slick and shining and catching before he sinks it back down. "Gonna make a mess of you. Gonna ruin you right here."
"Please—" Rain's voice cracks, glow flaring wild, his chest shining and streaked and dripping. "Please, baby, do it, want it so bad—"
"I know you do."
Dew's rhythm picks up, hips snapping down now, grinding through the slick clutch with real intent. The obscene wet sounds of it fill the room — the slap of his cunt against Rain's chest, the squelch of oil and slick smeared everywhere between them, his cock dragging fast and frantic up through the warm tight space Rain is squeezing for him.
Rain is soaked. His sternum, his ribs, his tits where Dew keeps grinding through — all of it slick and shining with Dew's wet, glowing gold in the candlelight, and Dew is watching it like a man possessed.
"Look at the mess you're making of me," he pants. "Fuck, sweetheart, look at you, taking it so good—"
"Love you—" Rain gasps, undone. "Love you, love it, please—"
"I know, baby. I've got you." Dew leans down further, forehead almost touching Rain's, hips grinding ragged and desperate now, his own breath breaking apart. "Gonna give you everything. Gonna soak you. You ready?"
"Yes— yes, give it to me—"
Dew breaks.
His hips stutter, his whole body pulls tight, and he comes with a sound that's got Rain's name drowning in it. Not a stripe but a flood, slick gushing hot between them, soaking Rain's chest, running down the channel they made and over his ribs and pooling in the dip of his collarbone, more than either of them expected, more than Dew thought his body could give. He keeps grinding through it, shaking, working himself against the slick channel of Rain's tits until he's wrung empty, until he's drenched Rain everywhere they touch.
For a second after, Dew just— stops. Stares down at the mess of Rain beneath him. Something moves across his face that isn't quite a word, like his body did something he didn't know it could do. Like he's a little awed by himself.
Rain's glow flares radiant and wild, catching the wet shine of all of it, and he's laughing and gasping at once, wrecked and thrilled and dragging his fingers through the mess like he wants to be drenched in it.
"There it is," Rain says, breathless, grinning up at him. "Look at you. Look what you did."
Dew exhales something that's half laugh, half sob, and collapses forward before his arms give out.
Rain catches him, of course he catches him, gathering him in, one hand splaying warm and slick across his back, both of them dripping and laughing into each other's skin.
"Did I really just—" Dew starts, muffled.
"You really just."
Dew makes a broken, exalted little sound and Rain feels it go through his whole chest. He slides a hand into Dew's hair, scratches gentle at the roots.
"You okay?" Rain says, softer now.
"Mm." There's a pause before Dew speaks again. Quiet, almost shy. "I feel really good. Like— really good."
Rain turns his head and kisses his temple, and doesn't make it a big thing, because making it a big thing would ruin it.
"Good," he says simply. "Me too."
They stay like that until the mess between them starts to cool and Rain shifts with a grimace. "Okay. Up. I need a bath, Lucifer's tits."
Dew lifts his head and surveys the damage — Rain's chest streaked and shining and frankly a disaster, slick pooled in the dip of his collarbone, his stomach still wet where it ran down. He grins, slow and unbearably pleased with himself.
"Look at you."
"Yeah, yeah, take a picture." Rain bats at his shoulder. "Move, fire-ghoul, I'm freezing and disgusting."
Dew snorts and rolls off him. They shuffle to the bath together, Rain leading, Dew trailing with a hand at the small of his back. Rain dips a toe in the water still standing from earlier and makes a deeply put-upon noise.
"It's cold."
"Mm."
"Babe."
"Yeah, I heard you." Dew's still grinning. He steps in behind him, sinks down into the cold water without flinching, and Rain watches with no small amount of satisfaction as steam starts curling off the surface within seconds, Dew's hand trailing through it, heat blooming out from his palm in slow rolling waves until the whole tub goes from cold to warm to perfect.
"My hero," Rain sighs, climbing in after him.
"Get in here, drama queen."
Rain settles back between Dew's thighs with a sound that's almost embarrassing, the warm water lapping up around his shoulders, Dew's chest solid and steady at his back. Dew curls his arms around him, hands sliding up to splay across Rain's chest and Rain lets his head fall back onto Dew's shoulder.
"You did so good," Dew murmurs into his hair. The same words Rain's been giving him all night, handed back.
Rain makes a small, pleased noise. "You're getting better at the praise thing."
"Had a good teacher."
"Mm. Suck-up."
Dew laughs against his temple, and then he gets to work. Pours warm water over Rain's chest, palms running gentle through the mess, washing him clean. He takes his time. Scrubs the slick from Rain's sternum, the dip of his collarbone, the soft underside of his tits. His hands are careful but in that I love this body and I'm not done touching it way.
"Hold still."
"I am holding still."
"You're squirming."
"You're tickling me, you menace."
Dew kisses the back of his neck, doesn't apologize, and keeps going. Once he's rinsed clean, Dew reaches for the comb on the side of the tub and starts working it through Rain's hair. Wide-toothed, patient, his other hand cupping Rain's jaw to tilt his head just so. He's not as practiced at it as Rain is, fumbles once or twice, but he's careful and he's trying and Rain melts against him completely.
"Gotta show everyone how pretty you are tomorrow," Dew murmurs, threading his fingers through to check for tangles.
Rain's glow goes soft and warm, lazy gold under the water. "Yeah?"
"Mhm."
"Already showed you."
Dew huffs a laugh against his temple and kisses him there, slow.
Diverging to post some very vague Swiss drabbles I want to extend on. Also wanting to offer some of my writing to my blog because it’s another passion,. Idk how to do this . Hopping in blind 💧💧
So many thoughts on this damn ghoul. My brain density is 70% Swiss and 30% literally everything else.
These are all just deep and dark. I have a bunch of other little things & scenelets I could post later but for now.. thought dump..
──── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──
01 ; “Worship of the Sun”
Freshly summoned, discussing the first ever moments of topside sentience. Was gonna be a whole fic but I gave up in an hour.
Before it opened its eyes, it shook itself, in rippling heaps like an animal ruffling its furs to rid of the flame and excess that lived there. Soaked in wedding pyre; shuddering back and forth, not quite fitting its soul and consciousness into the sack of flesh it now forcefully adorned— too tight, clinging to bone and cracking its ribs around its rarefied heart— where it would writhe like that. Unsettled, and entirely unalive, fusion in the core pressurized the outer layers; a star forcing itself open, and into an existence that, by any greater power,
was never meant to be conceived.
To be in so much pain among the first breaths of a second nascence, soaked in wedding pyre; to never posesses vision or control, left to wither beneath stench and unfamiliarities: a death unto itself. Saturated by the promises of genesis and hanged tarot. Where from the start, breeds trauma and the worst taste —
⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──
02 ; Multi Ghoul Thoughts
Tiny excerpt from a long ramble about some lore. Then.. a little bit from my Swiss character profile. Part of his personality section 🫳🫳
Thus, in the Pit, they typically manifest through Chaos. Unbridled energy foaming at the maw, accompanied with overall strength, the ability to dominate any of the existing elements, or exist alongside them. Prospective lightning caught in a breaking jar, where the electricity itself is just everything mashed together in unfathomably high concentrations; sharp to the touch. Something you can’t look directly at. Something that vibrates at and emits such high frequencies that it nearly seems to know you, or become sentient, or reside itself in your head
Swiss; curated by the pits and morphed by the flame into the precinct and pinnacle of versatility, elusion, and unholy gain. Never fully tamed during his post-summon conditioning, Swiss is incredibly influenced by the instinct, vice and virtue of his breed, thriving off of impulse and thrills of adrenaline. His motives, as drawn by natural tendencies he struggles to confront, lie in digestion and curation of potent emotion and passions; creating for an incredibly perfervid and headstrong individual. Sometimes translating as prodding or manipulative, and sometimes as supportive or influencing, Swiss is always the life of the party, with energy radiating from him by the seams. He absorbs energy just as he reflects it, embeds it, and just as much as he feeds on it.
Not aligned to good nor evil, ebbing and flowing between the two for equal tastes, he is a fluid being defined by chaos and morally gray motive. Although on his better days he can still opt for lounging and relaxing, he offers several facets and caters to several prototypes. Ever-adaptive, and ever-perceptive, his eyes stay lidded, and dangerously fascinating.
⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──
03 ; Random Swissalps????
No idea where this is from but it’s old as hell. Found it in my notes?????? Could possibly be revamped to somethin iunno..
“Plucked it straight from the vine. Somewhere in Eden.”
Deliberately, his words fell off his tongue with little to no eligible sustenance; no yes or no, no guide in direction, no admittance or acknowledgment of the crime suspected of him lingering in the air. Mountain could lecture him about it later if he wanted, dig into all the rights and wrongs and cautions he craved under his tongue; but for now, sharing oxygen in limited supply over chemical compounds served the strongest.
Also, weed doesn’t even grow off a vine. So there’s that.
“Any place’s right ‘nuff if you can see it out, baby.”
Is it really my fault you gave me all of your heart
on your own accord?
⟡ ⟡ ⟡
More Rain refs my stinkerrrrr
Yappage and other things under the cut 🙏 and cosplay
Swiss is my main muse and literally the direct source of all my brainrot but I have yet to draw him successfully even once. The day I draw Swiss is the day I know my soul is fulfilled
My only reference for him is the vision I get out of my miis . Sighs
Hi guys
I also like to cosplay so I’m plugging my TikTok. @mtvrckt .. I post everything there too….
I was so incredibly high while drawing this and I am still high so who fucking knows. I haven’t drawn in months but these two plague me. TN’s slop delivery o clock
Nooo the anatomy isn’t right everywhere but I don’t care !!!!! Just pretend it’s ok..
This is very informal, but a few friends and I have just made a literate-novella, 18+ ghost roleplay community, and are hoping for some more members.
The server is but a baby. It has no character claims (anyone can write anyone), to promote creativity, community, and expression. It is also thoroughly organized and decorated, and everyone in there is so kind and welcoming 🙂↕️
⠀⸻
𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 / 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖.
Other notes
♱ You must verify with both proof of D.O.B. and a literacy check
♱ Literacy requirement of around 1500+ characters / 250+ words per reply.
♱ NSFW is optional with a role, along with exploration of darker, more extreme topics (with some exceptions.)
♱ Channels for self expression and character musing. Thorough but not excessive
♱ Wonderful roleplay space, with both open and private thread sections, and barely any limits on possibilities.
⠀⸻
If you are interested, I’ll include some rp SCs (my own writing from replies ahdhdhfhf) and such below the cut 😏😏 and the invite 😏😏
↓ ↓ ↓
♱ ♱ ♱
writing snippets
All by me ; but we are accommodating & welcoming to many styles as long as they meet the literacy requirements.
♱ ♱ ♱
the invite.
WE ARE SO FUCKING COOL HERE AND WOULD LOVE TO HAVE MORE PEOPLE. YESSS. JOINNN
When I drew aether without a reference I accidentally made him look exactly like adam lambert??
And when I was drawing Swiss. With a reference kind of. I fucking hated it and couldn’t tell why and figured out it’s bc I accidentally made him look exactly like myself if I had a huge mustache???????
when the broship so good you start to become the same person
*hc that this was 100% the result of the "craig tucker training camp" where he taught clyde everything he should say if he ever got into trouble so that when their asses were on the line, clyde wouldnt breakdown and rat them (craig) out LMFAO
**the split second where clyde looks up to the ceiling is him remembering those moments in real time and how craig would never stop giving him shit if he didnt absorb Anything from that all those years ago
***but also its just clyde going "what would a badass respond to that rn" and unconsciously fills in 'badass' with 'Craig Tucker'
