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They’re besties!

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☠️Mary Goore☠️

(ghoulish.mint dtiys on insta!)

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Skeletour sparkle✨

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the marks of the evil one

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A black moon, over the peacefield

I saw the gifs posted by @lilspacewolfie and I just knew I had to draw rainbow papa 🌈🦇

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“In the shadows, I will make you my angel”

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Mary Goore and Ghoul reader?

here's a little bit of a meet cute between Mary and a ghoul reader. inspired by this art by @xwinter-sketch!

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you aren’t so sure about this shitty little punk who keeps hanging around in the back of the places your summoner performs. Ghost is small, playing to venues where the people are more interested in drinking than hearing good music— but there always seems to be this one kid wherever you go with the smell of rot hanging off him in waves.

you don’t trust him, or his apparent infatuation with Primo. but you were told to leave well enough alone; at least, that is until this very moment, when you’ve just returned from bringing Primo a drink in the van to gather the last of the makeup and costume pieces that had been left behind in the bar’s tiny little ‘getting ready’ room.

that punk asshole is in there, staring at Primo’s mitre like he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his life. as he reaches out with one grubby hand to touch the surface of it, you feel something inside of you snap.

“you’re not supposed to be back here,” you say, voice loud in the small space, and he whips around with a look of surprise on his face. you’re still wearing your robes and mask, glamour firmly in place, but for a moment he stares at you like he can see beyond all of that to the ghoul lurking beneath all the fabric.

“just taking a look, chill,” he says, recovering slightly. “you guys are the ones who left this shit behind.”

you move pointedly towards where he’s standing and snatch the mitre from the table, tucking it safely under your arm. fixing the punk with a pointed stare, you visibly scan him up and down.

“are you following us?”

it’s a pointed question. he sputters, running a hand through his hair, and you see little flecks of what is definitely dirt falling from the strands. wrinkling your nose, you set about gathering up the rest of the makeup and props left on the tables, dumping it all into the bag you have slung around your shoulder.

“i’ve seen you before, at other venues,” you explain. he shrugs a little.

“you this fucking rude to all your fans?”

“to the ones I find in our dressing room, trying to touch our stuff, yes.”

the punk scoffs but he has the grace to look away from you as you stare him down. you get the sense that he’s nervous despite the front he’s putting up, possibly at being caught, possibly just because humans unaffiliated with the Ministry naturally got a little creeped out in the presence of a ghoul.

“look, fuck. sorry.”

he doesn’t sound like he’s used to apologizing. you sigh a little, looking around the room. upon seeing a napkin resting on the nearby table, you grab it and hold it up.

“if I get Papa to sign this for you, will you promise not to snoop in our dressing room again?”

you watch his face light up.

“done deal.”

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guys i miss him

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what kind of a nickname is little sunshine anyways

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study of Leyendecker's work but i got reall azy and frustrated with it near the end. Also the quality kinda sucks because tumblr can't digest files bigger than 10mb

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I can't take ittttttt HIS LIL POUTY POUT

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Missing Copia hours

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the twins twining out with their bedazzled collars

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And they were roommates…

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Xenomorph?

Tenía que sacarme esta idea de la cabeza.

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MA MEN