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ya gotta stop caring what people think and start being extremely weird. but never cruel. i think that might save you

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extremely quick doodles while i wait for the finale. i just love them so much

(close ups under the cut)

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sexy knights. sexy wounded knights. sexy wounded weary knights. sexy wounded weary knights in the rain. sexy wounded weary knights in the rain pledging their loyalty to you.

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Cardinal singing outside my window just fucked up his call and had to start over. Lmao

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posting some older art as well. where my critters at??

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lets give it up for male whimpers. male whimpers everyone. round of applause give it up fo

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MARY GOORE // ALEX YORK, 2010

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From what the venue has told me now, face paint is fine

I'm still kind of irritated by the fact that this whole back and forth and confusion could have been avoided if they'd just updated their event page accordingly so that everyone has access to that information

Even if you're not going, it'd be nice if you could reblog this for reach or at least pass on the info to anyone you know who's going <3

Heads up for the Ghesties who are going to the Berlin ritual next week:

Masks are not going to be allowed outside the venue and in the foyer and for entry. They are only allowed in the inner hall and if they don't bother or pose a danger to anyone. They have to be removable at any point and you need to take them off as soon as you leave the inner hall, even if it's for buying a drink.

Chains and spikes/sharp studs aren't allowed.

It took several of us pestering the venue multiple times through several routes of communication (and getting conflicting statements on what was and wasn't allowed! frustrating as fuck!), but they finally seem to have reached a consensus

I've just now once again asked them for clarification on face paint (at first they said it's fine, then they said no heavy face paint, then they said it's fine again so... yeah. sighhhhhhhhh) and will update this post once they reply

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Holy shit, oh my god! 50 of them??

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I am afraid of eternity, too, fratello.

i think that perpetua needs to comfort copia regarding his fear of death and change because i say so!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you

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Heads up for the Ghesties who are going to the Berlin ritual next week:

Masks are not going to be allowed outside the venue and in the foyer and for entry. They are only allowed in the inner hall and if they don't bother or pose a danger to anyone. They have to be removable at any point and you need to take them off as soon as you leave the inner hall, even if it's for buying a drink.

Chains and spikes/sharp studs aren't allowed.

It took several of us pestering the venue multiple times through several routes of communication (and getting conflicting statements on what was and wasn't allowed! frustrating as fuck!), but they finally seem to have reached a consensus

I've just now once again asked them for clarification on face paint (at first they said it's fine, then they said no heavy face paint, then they said it's fine again so... yeah. sighhhhhhhhh) and will update this post once they reply

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he's so much softer, isn't he. do you remember prequelle? the anger, the justified rage and vindication that defined copia from the moment we met him; the first thing we knew about him was that he was mistreated, he was an outsider, and he was finally getting the appreciation he deserved. but perpetua? he doesn't have that edge. skeletá is all love and joy and gentle mystery, this sense of him taking his first steps in the limelight, much more nervous than he is proud. it gives you this image that where copia was raised in overwhelming noise, perpetua was raised in silence. a child of the clergy, and a child sent far away from the clergy. who raised him? who spoke these lessons into him, who taught him how to worship? it must've been someone kind, but distant. with the way he speaks about his faith, he was taught to love satan on a personal level.

copia being a clergy kid, raised deep inside this community, inside the church, gives me the general image of a child raised by a village; he knows everyone's name, he's used to constant noise, he runs around with important papers in his hands and dodges the young ghouls chasing each other through the halls.

but perpetua gives me the image of a child raised in the woods. a quiet, faraway mansion somewhere, with no other kids his age around. empty corridors that he'd explore on his own, tall portraits of antisaints that he'd pray to every night before going to bed. he was never roughed up by his peers the way copia was, he never learned to resent or to covet what others had. all he has in his heart now is fear and love, and that's what he walks out onto the stage with. he's eager. he's nervous. he's so much softer, isn't he.

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he's about to start turning the lights on and off

had so much fun with this...... if it wasn't obvious i really, REALLY like perpetua. that's all i have to say

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bodies should have crash logs. why the fuck did that just happen.

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SKELETÁ DAY :D

This was a digital draft for something else that I decided to turn into a full piece 👍 I know the lyrics aren’t from Skeletá — I couldn’t get the format to work 😔

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Chip the glasses and crack the plates! Blunt the knives and bend the forks! That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates — Smash the bottles and burn the corks! Cut the cloth and tread on the fat! Pour all the milk on the pantry floor! Leave the bones on the bedroom mat! Splash the wine on every door! Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl; Pound them up with a thumping pole; And when you’ve finished, if any are whole, Send them down the hall to roll! That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates! So, carefully! carefully with the plates! That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates! So, carefully! carefully with the plates!

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Obsessed with whatever this is called