#Marry Goore

[cieldunoir]

Fucking hell. This man makes me question my sanity.

[rotting-maggots]

So silly I love him

[teadreamsims]

Okay guys, I THINK I'm ready to come back to posting gameplay content. Having a break has been good for me. Super good for me, in fact. And it's given me time to really think about what kind of content I would enjoy playing and posting more. (More under the cut bc this post is kind of a long boy oops)

I've come to the realisation that as much as I love playing with families, I was always giving myself rules of "this is when your sim needs to have kids, you must get married soon, you must be as realistic with your posts and storytelling as possible, you must give these builds this aesthetic and style or it won't look good when you post it". And that as well as telling myself I MUST have at least one post a day was really making me dread playing as well as posting. And when I start dreading those things is when I know smth is going wrong with how I'm doing stuff.

So, I took myself away from posting. I played casually, with no goals. I played how my favourite sims YouTubers play to give myself different experiences. And then, to get myself out of a general sims funk, I played Stardew Valley and Dragon Age Inquisition and even started to replay Code Vein, which I genuinely haven't touched since early 2020. And doing all that has been so good for me and given me the break I needed. It's also given me the space to decide on how I play and post in the future and think about the gameplay I enjoyed most, which turns out was actually my current household gameplay from a while back. There were no goals other than "see if you can complete this aspiration you've never completed before" and having that freedom with no other goals was so much fun. I don't necessary wanna copy that exact format again bc it'll get too repetitive, but I wanna give myself that freedom again by having less restrictions and goals that I feel I must meet, you know?

All that being said, ty to everyone who has stuck around while I've been on my break! And sorry I've not been too active or interacting with ppl as much, I truly appreciate the following that I have and love seeing everyone's gameplay ❤️ you're all so talented and inspirational and I love seeing what everyone does and the stories everyone tells with this game!

I'll be back very soon with new gameplay stuff, and I'm so excited to be coming back.

Love,

Goore/Kaisarion 💜

[goorehound]

okay but here me out.... mary goore proposing/marrying mary hc 👀

Took me a bit to get around to this but that you for bearing with me. Not really sure where the fuck I went with this but I hope it satisfies!

Mary Goore x Reader, marrying and proposal headcanons, sfw

Marrying Mary

When Mary met you, he was vehemently anti-marriage. Fuck the system, why do I need the government to recognize my love for somebody, I don’t need signed contracts to keep me committed to somebody, etc etc. He was very vocal about his distaste for marriage.

But then, you were stoned. Discussing future plans, shooting the shit - and you said when you’re my husband and fuck did Mary ever get caught up on that. Husband. Yours. He liked the sound of that way more than he’d liked to admit.

You were embarrassed of course, you knew that wasn’t what he had in mind for the future - and you weren’t resentful of that. It would be nice to have a wedding, but you didn’t need that to spend your life with Mary. You planned to do it anyway ceremony or not.

When you sobered up, Mary asked you about it. Very seriously. Like, weirdly serious. Asking if you wanted marriage, if that’s something you were into, if that’s what you needed from him - and you explained the above. It would be nice, and you’d love to marry him, but it wasn’t a necessity. You were happy with him and you would be happy with him regardless.

Mary was cryptic and quiet and it was sorta fucking scary. He didn’t say much more about it, sort of drifted off into absent mumbles as he dug into his breakfast.

You weren’t aware of his ring shopping, or him awkwardly stumbling over his proposal in the mirror. Over and over and over. Styling his hair, slicking it back, buying some nice new clothes. Then he decided fuck that. It had felt way too weird, and he looked like a stranger, and he decided if you wanted to marry him it was for his janky style and all.

He was still nervous as all hell. He worked hard until he had the ring and enough money to buy the fancy beers and a nice dinner to take you out to a drive in movie. Settling up cozy with a makeshift picnic, and a little box weighing heavily in his pocket.

He was jittery the entire night, and it started throwing you off the longer it went on. It wasn’t like him to act that weird about a date, and somewhere in the back of your mind you thought he might be buttering you up to have a threesome.

That particular question never came. Instead you finished up your food, reclining back in his truck to finish watching the movie tucked underneath his arm and head pillowed on his chest, legs intertwined under a blanket.

His hand disappeared into his pocket for long enough that you’d forgotten he’d even moved. His closed fist came to rest on his own chest just below your face, slowly uncurling to show off a little box. His fingers practically trembled twitched as he opened it before your eyes. A nice simple ring. Nothing extravagant. Your heart was in your throat, your eyes were stinging, and you craned your neck to look up at him.

“I want to uh, be with you. For a while. Make it official, and all that jazz.” Endearingly awkward. “So.” He had to breathe through the nerves again. “Will you marry me?”

[phantomsboyfriend]

So- I have an idea. Unmasked Mondays. Every Monday I’ll post a rare picture I had to dig for of unmasked ghouls/papa, this also includes Marry goore, and the older ghouls who aren’t with them anymore. Y’all can comment on who you want me to do. Is that something interesting we could do? I have some other stuff I wanna post but I figured this could be fun.

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐢𝐜

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Sometimes being sick can lead to sickly sweet discussions. 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 Sick Fic 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Mary Goore x GN!Reader 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 No smut here, Mary and reader are sick, brief mentions of coughing up mucus, basically a fluffy sic fic. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 752 words.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 There won't be anymore Mushy May fics this week until this weekend as I'll be heading home for a few days on Wednesday so I can see my dog's final resting place and say a proper good bye to him. I've briefly proofread this to make sure that I've not used any gendered pronouns or terms for reader but if I've missed any let me know! 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐩 𝐉𝐚𝐫

You groan as you turn onto your side, curling into the uncomfortably warm body beside you. Peeling a sweat-slick arm off your lover’s body, you rub your eyes and lift your head to glance at the digital clock on the bedside table next to Mary’s side of the bed. 7:39pm. You’ve both been sleeping most of the day.

“’M hungry.” Mary’s voice is nasally and congested. You’re not much better.

“Want soup?”

“Mmm…”

Neither of you are hungry, your throats sandpaper raw. Any food that isn’t hot soup or ice cold ice cream is too painful for either of you to swallow right now. Numerous empty water bottles are scattered across the carpet and your bedside table. Great. Now you’d need to get up to fill some more.

“Noooo,” Mary whines, arms wrapping around you and yanking back down when you try to get up. “Staaaaaay.”

You giggle, body shaking as the laughter turns into a coughing fit. You can’t help but feel warm and gooey inside when your partner coos and presses a kiss to your temple, spooning you and rubbing your chest.

“You stay. I’ll go,” they insist.

You turn your head and smile when they take the opportunity to peck your lips. “Can you fill up a couple of the bottles while you’re up?”

Mary nods. “Sure thing, baby. Be back soon.”

You blow a drowsy kiss at him as he leaves, humming as he dramatically pretends to catch and then eat it before he picks up some of the empty bottles and leaves the bedroom. He’s careful to close the door quietly, clicking it shut behind him.

Kicking the covers off your lower half, you roll onto your back and stare up at the ceiling. Both of you getting sick at the same time was unfortunate, especially with your anniversary coming up. You were the first to become ill after spending the day volunteering at the old folks’ home on the other side of town. You’re pretty sure you caught it from one of the residents, but you couldn’t stay mad at them. It wasn’t the residents’ fault that the staff decided not to tell you that there was a bug going around. A couple of days after you got sick, Mary started to feel unwell too. That was three days ago. Today, you’ve both been unable to leave the bed for much other than to accept to make soup or take in a grocery delivery containing far too many bottles of water than necessary if the unamused look on the delivery driver’s face was anything to go by.

After what feels like an eternity, Mary returns with the refilled bottles of water and two bowls of soup on a tray. The bottles are placed on your respective nightstands and the two of you finally tuck into your soup. The feeling of hot, creamy soup running down your throat provides a momentary relief from the pain, and you’re finally able to talk without feeling like you’re about to hack up a glob of mucus.

“Sorry for getting you sick.”

Mary tuts, rolling his eyes. “As if you need to apologise for that. Just means we’ll both be sick together. You know, in sickness and in health and all that.”

You raise a brow at him. “Quoting wedding vows at me now? You must be sick.”

“Ha-ha.” They weakly nudge you with their elbow. “Is it so bad to be thinking about wedding vows when I think about you? I thought you were into all that wedding shit.”

A pause. “You think about us getting married?”

“Sometimes, yeah,” Mary responds. “I don’t think we need a piece of paper to prove that we’re gonna spend the rest of our lives together but a wedding sounds nice. Not that I’m saying we have to do the whole marriage thing or anything like that. I just think about it sometimes. That’s all.”

A smile creeps onto your face. Your pretty sure the heat you can feel rising up your neck and burning your ears isn’t all due to the sickness. “Maybe we should think about it some more once we get better. Only if you want to, though.”

“That’d be nice.”

At that, you both finish off your bowls of soup and gulp down some cool water before settling down to drift off back to sleep once more in each other’s arms, thoughts and discussions of weddings and whatever comes next pushed to the backs of your minds for another day.

[the-vex-archives]

The Band Ghost Masterlist (2023)

General

Fics

"The Manager" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

@titlemewickedwonderland

The Ministry announces an outsider coming to be part of the congregation to help with the Ghost project as a tour manager; little did the Ghoul know; she is nothing like they pictured her or how she'd affect them all.

"The Witch is Back" Part 2 Part 3

@delta-is-here

Ever since Sister Imperator left the church for good, the Clergy has been at an all time low, mass wasn't it's usual greatness, and rituals weren't going as well as planned. When luck seems to run out, Papa Nihil remembers an old friend and sends out a letter asking them to take Sister's place.

Headcanons

"Arrangement" ( Regency AU)

@earthry

Papas and Arranged Marriage

"Did You Know You Were dead?"

@aestheticpearl

you’re a ghost who wanders the halls of the cathedral just trying to do your duties before you’re interrupted

Secondo

Oneshots

"Opposites Attract"

@earthry

Secondo with a s/o who is very sweet and bubbly and who is in their own band

"Bedtime Greenery"

@mitchmatch24

Secondo with a young reader (like 18 or 19) who got stoned for the very first time. they haven't been able to sleep well in days so they go to Papa for help and this is their solution.

Terzo

Fics

"Where Angels Fear to Tread" Part 2

@bonelessghoul

Everyone knows the story of how the Devil himself was once an angel who was banished from Heaven. But he wasn’t the only one and the poor angel he fell for suffered the same fate, cursed with lifetimes of never being brought back to the man she loved…until now. When Ada is brought to a Ritual by her friend after a year riddled with tragedy, she meets Papa Emeritus and his Ghouls. But something strange happens when she gets a closer look at them and can see that there’s more to this group that no one else can see but her.

Mary Goore

Oneshots

"You Wish"

@lady-jane3

You guys are always picking on each other, mean jokes, sex jokes the whole nine yards. Mary won't stop teasing

"Red"

@onedaughterofman

No summary provided

Blurb

"I Knew it Would Work on You"

@bedeviledcowboy

Aether

Oneshots

"Rewrite The Stars"

@mirage-aera

Aether gets sent back to the Pits so he and his s/o spend their last day together.

"Don't Yell at Her"

@xxwhiskeyxx

reader and aether were married in a past life, they died tragically by one another's sides before being born again as ghouls in the pit

[cowboyemeritus]

The Good Lord Would Want It That Way (Mary Goore/Reader)

You want to give yourself to Mary, but you know it's wrong. He comes up with a clever solution to your predicament. (18+)

Read on AO3

Just a note: this is going to look a little icky at first but I PROMISE it's entirely consensual. Obviously I don't want to spoil anything, but I figured I ought to be somewhat transparent about it.

You cross your legs shyly and try to avoid making eye contact with Mary at all costs. He’s sitting next to you on the edge of the bed, running his hand up and down your thigh absentmindedly.

“What’s wrong, babycakes?” They ask through kiss-swollen lips. Despite the obvious tent in his jeans, there is genuine concern in his voice. The hand stops moving, coming to rest dangerously close to the apex of your legs. Their touch makes you shudder.

“It’s just…” You sigh, making a desperate attempt to gather your thoughts. “I like you a lot, Mare. You make me really happy, and I want you to be happy, too. I want to… do things with you, but…” You nervously fiddle with the small silver cross hanging from your neck. “But it’s wrong to want that. My faith is very important to me and I made a promise to not… you know, until I get married.” Mentally, you’re bracing yourself for their response. What sort of insults will Mary hurl at you? Will he call you a prude? A Bible-thumper? A stuck-up bitch? The possibilities are endless, really.

To your surprise, Mary takes your hand in theirs. His long fingers, molded by years of guitar playing, are cold against your skin. And yet the gesture is warm, so full of tenderness that it makes you want to cry.

“I’m not gonna pretend like I actually get this whole virginity thing,” they start, “but it wouldn’t be cool if I pressured you. That’d be pretty fucked up.” You lean into him, resting your head on his bony shoulder. The two of you sit there in silence for what feels like millennia. This is end of your relationship, it has to be. There’s no way Mary would tie himself to you just to get laid. You could never ask that of him, anyway. They have such a prickly exterior but deep down you know they’re really sweet and you don’t want to have to say goodbye so soon-

“You know, there is one thing we could try.”

You flush instantly. There’s no way. He couldn’t possibly… That’s only something that’s whispered about at youth groups and bible camps. It’s just a myth; at least, that’s what your youth pastor always told you. You swallow hard, turning to see if Mary is kidding or not. Even without the face-paint and fake blood they look dead serious.

“Oh… Uh, I don’t know, Mary. I’ve never-“

“Forget it,” they say, immediately scooting away from you. “I shouldn’t push.” The earth has opened up between the two of you, the chasm swallowing you whole when Mary eventually gets up from the bed to go check the time on his phone. “It’s getting kinda late, babe. Want me to walk you home soon?” Suddenly, you’ll do anything if they let you stay.

“Wait,” you blurt out before you can think better of it. “I- I want to try it. I want to do it with you.” Mary gives you a look.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound too enthusiastic.” He makes to leave the room and you shoot up, grabbing his wrist.

“I’m sure! Really. I want to. Please, can we?” You’ll get down on your knees if you have to. Anything to make him happy. They give you a once over and smile, although you can’t help the cold snap that runs down your spine at the sight. For a second, there is something smug, malicious even, in the way Mary regards you.

“Whatever you say, princess.” Before you can react, he’s pulling you in and kissing you hungrily. His tongue prods forcefully at your lips, demanding access. You gasp when Mary roughly grabs your ass, using the opportunity to fully claim your mouth. The sensation of their tongue in your throat is uncomfortable at first, but eventually, you relax into the embrace. Reflexively, you wrap your arms around Mary as you two shuffle back to the bed. He gives you a playful little push and you flop clumsily onto the mattress, worrying your lip between your teeth while he liberates himself from the confines of his jacket and t-shirt. Seeing you laying there like a dead fish, they quirk their head.

“Wanna let me see you?” You can’t meet their eyes and fidget with the hem of your sweater nervously.

“I… I think I’d be more comfortable if I kept this on? I don’t know why, I just…” Mary chuckles, and though it’s full of pity, it sounds genuine.

“That’s a-okay, babe. We can do this however you like. This is about you, not me.” You have to bite back a laugh at that, hiding your face in your hands so he can’t see your struggle. Yeah right, Goore.

You lean back onto the bed as Mary drapes himself over you. One of their hands comes up to pin your wrists above your head while the other rests on your hip. He kisses you once, twice, before his fingers are hooking under the waistband of both your skirt and underwear. You shiver and instinctively try to flee from their cold touch.

“At least me take these off,” he purrs, warm breath tickling your neck. Once you nod in assent they make quick work of sliding the garments down your legs, flinging them unceremoniously onto the bedroom floor. The rush of cool air on your sex makes you whine and press your thighs together, but it’s not long before Mary is wrenching them apart again. He lays a kiss to your neck, just slightly nipping at the skin, then starts to move down your body. You gasp, utterly scandalized, when they give your breasts a squeeze through the wool of your sweater.

“Mare!”

“What?” He huffs. “Bible doesn’t say anything about that. At least I don’t think.” They continue downward until they’re face to face with your core. “I do remember something about worshipping false idols, though. But unlike you, I have no problem with blasphemy.” For emphasis, Mary’s tongue descends on your clit. You’d roll your eyes if they weren’t already at the back of your head. At least they know how to put that filthy mouth to good use. He keeps licking and sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves, snickering as you desperately try to stifle your moans. Eventually, you feel fingers at your entrance, gathering up your slick. You’re about to protest when, instead of sliding into your pussy, Mary’s fingers move further down.

You tense when you feel the caress of skin against the tight ring of muscle. Mary doesn’t breach your opening just yet, opting to draw one of his fingers in slow circles around it with varying degrees of pressure. They suddenly press against your hole and you flinch. Laughing, he detaches from your clit and flashes a cocky smile.

“Just kidding,” he teases, withdrawing completely and ushering you to lay at the head of the bed. Mary rummages through his nightstand for a moment and finally, to your relief, produces a thing of lube. You look away shyly as they uncap the bottle and coat their fingers with what you hope is a generous amount. Setting it back down, he climbs on top of you once again and kisses you with a surprising tenderness.

“You’re still sure?” It’s all but a whisper. You nod, feeling legitimate eagerness bubble up in your chest, and place one of your hands on the back of their head to pull them in for another kiss. This time, you proactively give them access to your mouth, parting your lips ever so slightly. He smiles into the kiss, sensing your excitement, before you feel the coldness of a slick finger against your asshole. You want it so bad you think you might die.

Ever so slowly, Mary’s index finger teases its way inside and you shudder, moaning into their mouth. He breaks away from the kiss and studies your expression once the digit is about halfway in.

“How does it feel, baby?” They ask, testing the waters. It takes you a second to pull the right string of words together.

“It’s… Oh, Mary. I’ve never felt anything like this before.” He gives you a sympathetic look before burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your ear is practically in their mouth as they whisper to you teasingly.

“Of course you haven’t. You poor, innocent little thing.” Their tongue darts out to lick your earlobe while they slowly begin to pump their finger in and out, reaching deeper and deeper inside you. Mary smirks at the moans he pulls out of you. When he speaks again, it’s with the same rumble he uses on stage.

“You act all high and mighty with your Bible quotes and shit, but we both know there’s a filthy fucking whore underneath all that.” You feel a second finger prodding at your ass and you whine pathetically.

“Lucky for you, I corrupt good little Christian girls for a living.” Mary’s middle finger slides home and you practically wail at the stretch. They give you a moment to adjust and it’s just unbearable. You’re already craving more of the unfamiliar sensation, bucking your hips ever so slightly to encourage him to keep going. Mary kisses you as he gives in to your silent plea, his tongue immediately delving into your mouth. You wrap your arms around their torso and pull them down onto you, relishing in the weight of their body on yours.

Mary moans into your mouth, deep and guttural, as he grinds his clothed cock into your clit. Undoubtedly, your juices are getting all over the front of their pants, but you’re both so lost in the feel of each other’s bodies that neither of you really care. Besides, you know that Mary would wear your slick stains with pride, the disgusting fucking creature they are. The image has you clenching around their fingers.

“You like that, babe?” Mary jeers. “You like my fingers in your tight, little ass?” You nod frantically.

“Fu- Mmm. I like it, Mare! It’s so wrong but it feels so good!” You figure he’ll get a kick out of that and he does, groaning and grinding himself into you just a bit harder. Once you relax into their touch, they start scissoring their fingers, gently stretching the muscle. Suddenly, you’re right on the edge of what you know is going to be a powerful orgasm and you’re almost in disbelief; it’s never snuck up on you that fast before. It’s enough to break you completely, and the facade finally drops.

“Oh, fuck. Mary, I’m gonna cum! Mare!” They crash their mouth into yours as your climax washes over you and - Good Lord - it’s like nothing else. You cling onto him for dear life, nails digging into his back, as your insides spasm and pulse with energy. The sounds you’re making, you’re sure, are utterly pornographic, but you’re so lost in your release you’re practically deaf.

You come back down already wanting more. Any notion of continuing the game obliterated, you push Mary off of you and rise to your knees on the bed. In one smooth motion, you’re pulling the stuffy sweater over your head, exposing the rest of your body. The silly cross necklace falls to dangle between your breasts, the cool silver almost a shock against the still-healing tattoo on your sternum. Knowing there’s been a shift, Mary is already sliding down and pulling off their boxers as you lean over to grab the lube. You can’t help but shiver with anticipation when their cock springs free and smacks against their stomach. Tossing him the bottle, you plop down on the bed next to Mary and kiss him feverishly. They uncap it in a hurry and you hold out a hand. After he squirts a good amount into your palm you reach down to stroke his neglected length.

“Want more already?” They ask, trailing off into a moan as you thoroughly coat their shaft with the cool gel. You nod, letting out a reciprocal noise when you feel fingers pinch and tease your nipples. “Think you can take my cock?” You can’t help but laugh.

“Who the fuck do you think I am?” Once you’re certain Mary is sufficiently lubed up, you flip onto your stomach before rising to your hands and knees.

“I thought you were supposed to be ‘waiting until marriage’ tonight,” they say, shuffling up behind you on the bed. You roll your eyes, although you can’t help but laugh at his insistence that you stay in character.

“Ah, fuck! You’re right. Hold on a sec.” You clear your throat and muster up the most cliche porn-voice you can. “Oh, Mary,” you cry, wiggling your backside at him. “Won’t you please come and make love to my sweet virgin ass? It’s what God would want.” They shoot you a playful glare and lightly swat at one of your cheeks. Lining himself up with your entrance, his tip just barely puts pressure on your hole and yet you’re already mewling for him. You feel a hand on your upper back, gently massaging the flesh.

“You gotta relax for me, baby,” Mary breathes, starting to push himself inside you. It’s a challenge to do as they ask; every inch you take feels like ten and the pleasure is so intense it burns. The feeling of fullness when they finally bottom out is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. They’re completely rigid above you, and you know it’s taking them everything they have to not immediately start pounding into your ass. After what feels like an eternity of getting your bearings, you lean back onto Mary’s cock, silently begging him to start moving. 

Who would they be if they didn’t immediately oblige? His thrusts start off slow, experimental, as if anticipating your discomfort. The friction against your inner walls makes you hiss, and for a moment, they halt entirely.

“Fuck,” you whine. “Don’t stop. It’s so fucking good.” Recognizing you’re not in (literally) gut wrenching pain, Mary picks back up. His pace is still slow, but that’s likely for his own sake rather than your comfort. Looking over your shoulder, you can’t help but moan when you see the way their face is scrunched up, teeth digging into their bottom lip as they fuck into you. A grin spreads across your face at the sight.

“Feel good? You- ah, fuck! You like breaking me in like this?” He nods, reaching around to start stroking your clit once again.

“You fucking bet. You’re so fucking tight. Holy shit, baby, I’m not gonna last like this.” You start rocking back into them, encouraging them to chase their release. They happily comply, swiping at your bud a little faster, and that pool of energy is already building up inside you again.

“Take it, slyna. Jag vet att du älskar den här kuken.” You haven’t a fucking clue what Mary is saying, but you’ve been with him long enough to know this means he’s barely holding on. At this rate, you’re not far behind.

“I bet you wish you could defile this pussy, too, Mare,” you taunt. They growl in response, thrusting into you hard.

“You have no fucking idea. If I ever meet the son of bitch who got that honor…”

“You’ll what? Kill him?” They huff out a laugh.

“I’ll shake his hand and buy him a beer.” The declaration has you falling over the edge; Mary doesn’t buy things for anyone unless he has to.

The fire in your belly has expanded to critical mass and you scream as your second orgasm of the evening tears through you. Wailing, your arms give out from under you and you collapse onto your chest. Mary groans as you clench around their cock, the last of their self control slipping away. They begin to pound into you wildly, working you through your climax as they come to the peak of their own pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s it, älskling. You take it so fucking good. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum- ah!” True to his word, you shiver as Mary finally finds purchase in the tightness of your ass, flooding you with his release. The two of you are in suspended animation for a moment after they finally come down, panting, shaking, and covered in sweat. When Mary pulls out of you, flopping down by your side on the bed, you slide down onto your stomach.

“I think I deserve an award for that performance,” you mumble into the pillow. You reach behind with one hand and fiddle with the clasp of the necklace. With Mary’s assistance, you’re eventually shoving it into the abyss of the bedside drawer where it belongs.

“I’ll let the Academy know,” they say with a laugh. After a bit of rummaging through the shit on the nightstand, you produce the remainder of a joint and a lighter. With well practiced precision, you light up and take a few hits before passing it to your lounging partner. The smell of smoke fills the small bedroom as you lie back down, this time on top of him. Now face to face, Mary takes a long drag and presses his open mouth to your lips. You inhale what they have to offer greedily, already relishing in the fuzziness that creeps into your mind. The two of you stay like this until only the roach remains, prompting you to roll off of Mary, landing on your back. It’s like the stretch of their cock is permanently seared into your muscles, and you groan as the added pressure, combined with the sensitivity of your high, serves as a reminder.

“Happy you got to destroy my ass, Goore?” They hum contentedly, turning onto their side and draping and arm across your body.

“You know I did,” he murmurs. “Kinda sad you don’t have any more holes for me to deflower, though.” The admission has you convulsing with laughter until your stomach hurts.

“Then maybe next time it’ll be your turn.”

[lgbtqiamuslimpedia]

LGBTQI+ rights in Senegal 🇸🇳

Senegalese LGBTQ+ citizens has to exprience legal & social challenges, not exprienced by non-LGBTQ+ citizens. In Senegal, homosexuality & sex outside the traditional marriage is a punishable crime.

Legality of Homosexuality

Same-sex sexual conducts between men & between women are illegal in Senegal since 1966.There's no equal age of consent.

Article 319 in the Senegalese Penal Code states,

Without prejudice to the more serious penalties provided for in the preceding paragraphs or by articles 320 and 321 of this Code, whoever will have committed an improper or unnatural act with a person of the same sex will be punished by imprisonment of between one and five years and by a fine of 100,000 to 1,500,000 francs. If the act was committed with a person below the age of 21, the maximum penalty will always be applied.

Same-sex unions

Same-sex unions,marriages are not recognized by the state. Senegalese society sees same-sex relationships & unions as a deviation of west.

In 2008, Icone magazine reported about an alleged gay marriage that had taken place in Senegal. The wedding's photographs created an outrage among public.

Adoption

According to 2011 United States Department of State's report, “a (heterosexual) married couple for a minimum of 5 years or an unmarried person who is at least 35 years of age is eligible to adopt a Senegalese child if there is at least 15 years between the age of the child and the age of the adopting parent.”

There is a probability that a single homosexual/bisexual person may adopt a child, because the state do not specifically ban adoption by a homo/bisexual person. We don't know about transgender & intersex persons.

Public Opinion

According to the 2013 Pew Global Attitudes Project, 97% of Senegalese people believed that homosexuality should not be accepted by the society.

Discrimination

LGBTQI+ people in Senegal face widespread discrimination, violence & social stigma. According to local human rights groups, LGBTQI+ people usually face harassment by police and ill-treatment in prison.

In February 2008, five men were arrested for an alleged gay wedding; but later they were released without charge.This incident stirred a mass public outrage. On 19 December 2008, nine men were arrested on charges of homosexuality in a private flat in Dakar. One of the arrestees was Diadji Diouf, the owner of the flat and president of the association AIDES Senegal. The detainees were repeatedly tortured while in the police custody. On 6 January 2009, they were convicted of "indecent conduct and unnatural acts" and for "being members of a criminal group". The senegalese judge said that, AIDES Senegal was a "cover to recruit or organize meetings for homosexuals, under the pretext of providing HIV/AIDS prevention programmes". The Court of Appeals overturned the convictions in April 2009 and ordered the immediate release of the detainees. While incarcerated, the nine were held in special quarters because of threats from other inmates. Shortly thereafter, conservative religious leaders & member of parliament Mbaye Niang organized a march against homosexuality. In the mid-2009, Senegalese islamists and homophobes created the Front islamique pour la defense des valeurs éthiques (English: The Islamic Front for the Defense of Ethical Values), advocated for the death penalty of queers.

There were multiple reports around the same time, in which bigot people digging up the bodies of deceased "goor-gigen" (a Senegalese term for transgender, gender non-confirming) in cemeteries. Local and international press reported in May 2009 that the corpse of a goor-gigen man reputed to have been homosexual was twice disinterred from a muslim cemetery in Thies. The first time, the body was left near the grave. After his family reburied him, the body was disinterred a second time and dumped outside his family's home.

In March 2010, the United Nations Working Group on Arbitrary Detention found that Senegal's National Police had detained persons who were alleged to have committed "unnatural sexual acts". The group recommended that Senegal, "Pay particular attention to detentions on the grounds of offending decency or public morality, with a view to avoiding any possible discrimination against persons of a different sexual orientation" In December 2012, a gay couple was viciously beaten near Dakar by one of the men's parents.

In 2016, Senegalese President Macky Sall denied to decriminalize anti-gay law. He said: "Never, under my authority, will homosexuality be legalized in the Senegalese lands."

Gender Identity

Senegal do not allow trans people to legally change their gender. There's no non-binary or third gender option for gender variants.

Gūrdigan (means man-woman in wolof) is a gender variance folk in Senegal,Mauritania, Gambia. Many of them converted to Islam, when Islam came to Africa. Most gūrdigans are born as male, few are born as intersex. Gūrdigan present themselves in very feminine way & play the feminine gender role in their communities.Historically, they played a role of entertainer in marriage ceremony, other cultural occasions, & matchmakers between men and women. But nowadays they face widespread stigma & hostility in Senegalese society.

Summary:

Same-sex sexual activity - ❌

Equal age of consent - ❌

Recognition of same-sex unions,marriages - ❌

Anti-discrimination laws in hate speech and violence - ❌

Anti-discrimination laws in the provision of goods and services - ❌

Anti-discrimination laws in employment - ❌

Adoption by LGBTQI+ person - ✔️/❌ [ambiguous]

Right to change legal gender - ❌

LGBTQ+ persons allowed to serve openly in the military - ❌

MSMs allowed to donate blood - ❌

[leezlelatch]

My stream borked right at the end and I was so mad LOL

But my take away from the live interview:

Salt lamp

Suit jacket over band tee

Coffee excitement

Kid’s temp

“That’s a good question”

NEW COSTUMES???

NEW ALBUM???

“do do do do…no wait that’s Rats”

that entire rant about writing music that he compared to losing one’s virginity

Married 5 times

MARY GOORE MARY GOORE MARY GOORE

Just….him.

[prophetofthesufferpuppets]

fictional character ask: Mary Goore

Definitely want to marry.

[ramblingoak]

Hello Oak!!

I’m writing to you because like many others I absolutely DEVOURED the existing parts of The Cardinal’s Bride last night. I loved it so so much and I’m very excited to read The Morningstar as well. Your construction of the Wild West world, diff. dynamics between Ghouls, the buildup for the reader and The Cardinal - ETHEL AND HAROLD??? Etc spark so much imagination and joy.

I wanted to really show my appreciation in some way, bc I have craved good escapism and this really helped me out amid weird moods and stuff irl… so these are my fav line(s)/moment(s) from every Chapter (spoilers) w/ my silly lil reactions …..

-// < 33 @copium-copia

Chapter One: Heading West

“You snuck a peak back at the two women and glanced briefly out to the street before pulling the poster off the window. It seemed such a silly thing to do, but you figured if you were being forced to marry a boring bank owner like Mr. Saltarian you should allow yourself a small thrill. Something to look at when lying alone in the dark in your new home.”

Omg omg omg yess I’m keeping the poster !! this surely won’t lead to consequences : )))

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Chapter Two: La Principessa

“She should be scared, she’s marrying fucking Saltarian.” Ooo storm’s brewing !!! Anyone else get a lil hot under the collar at Cardi Copia’s mere mention of Saltarian this way ??

Satan’s Dick !

Hehehe Ciaooo Cardinal🥰….. “Mi scusi Principessa, are you looking to collect the bounty?”

YES READER GET HIS ASS/NOSE

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Chapter Three: Promises “But…you have been whispering for me at night” ummmmmmm - /pos

“She’s not fucking riding with you Swiss.” ummmmmmmmm !!!! no I’m not hehe you’re so right, Cardinal

SUNSHINE MOMENT + Sunshine’s perspective on CHOICE YES PLEASE

“Clearly it meant a lot to you, so I wanted to replace it.” my face 🤭!

Okie dokie!!!

Brizio my beloved

“Faster, eh? Good idea, Principessa!” - what if I swoon -

His hands agh his hands, p leas ,e ________

Chapter Four: There’s Something about Mary

YESSSS I love to justify my hatred and apathy for Saltarian yess

“There are plenty of pretty girls in the world, Mr. Goore, I don’t plan on wasting my time mourning this one.” cold as fuck ??? /pos

“You pregnant, Sweet Cheeks?” // “Excuse me?” Your indignant question was nearly drowned out by The Cardinal’s sudden laughter. You shoved your elbow back into his gut and he groaned before muttering ‘sorry’ into your ear. hehehe

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Chapter Five: Copia

Aether & Sunshine bickering hehe

“Sunshine, stop giving her knives!” 😂

GET THEIR ASS READERRRRRR

Copia/Reader Reunion 🥲

“We’ll have to find some time for that, eh?” gahhhh

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Chapter Six: The Newlywed Game

“Si, si fine. You’re very dangerous. Now pay attention.” 😊

“I’m helping love blossom here, Mountain. Take some notes.” SUNSHINE I LOVE YOU

“Cowboys were strange.” :))

“Oh you are trouble, Mr. Emeritus.” !!!!

He was blushing. YESSS BOYYYY

“Maybe you start dreaming about me, eh? Maybe your hands start wandering…” shhhhhhh

“Copia had snuck up right behind you so when you turned around you nearly smacked into his chest.” Ooooooooooooooooooo

Copia didn’t say a word, he just moved his hands to your waist and then lifted you onto the dresser. STAYFUCKINGCALM.jpg

“I have a reputation to uphold Principessa.” ✨

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Chapter Seven: The Ministry

tumblr user @ramblingoak you are simply too damn CLEVER

I just. This is… my favorite chapter? They’re all my favorite chapter. But the whole concept is so cohesive and the characterization is so specific and I can see the scenes in my mind??

“I do and if you could bring yourself to give a shit about anything but getting your dick wet you should too.” it’s funny, it’s in-character, it crystallizes this relationship, I’m ??

Copia kissed with his whole body. Ehehehe…

“Copia! These are clean sheets keep him away.” / “Ai, Brizio is clean.” Cope is not here for the #BrizioDisrespect

More hair was hanging down and you couldn't help but hesitantly reach out to brush it back just like he did to your own hair. / “Go to sleep, Principessa.” / You jumped at the sound of his voice, jerking your arm back and shoving it under the covers.

Before he could answer the door to his office burst open, Mist quickly striding in. The look on her face was one Secondo hadn’t seen for nearly 10 years. OH SHIT OH FUCK

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Chapter Eight: Playing House

Th.e.. The whole chapter. .

Dewdrop flinched when Ethel pushed the end of the barrel closer to him./ “Nothing! Unholy shit, your barn is fine!” / hehehe

The ROSARY WHAT IF I SOB

“Do you remember this morning, Principessa? When you said I could touch you?”

“I’ve been thinking about touching you here all day.” OAAAAAKK

“Because it’s getting harder for me to stop.” BOY

“Did you rub your clit like this? Is this what you like?” gaaaaaaaaaa

Every time you tried to reach for him he’d gently press you back down into the bed. “Soon, Principessa. Soon, I promise you.”

“So this is what you do when I leave, eh?” oop. Maybe .😳

“Ciao, Principessa.” Copia turned towards you and gave you a lazy grin. “Cat got your tongue?” king shit

“Mr. Emeritus put a shirt on!” HEHE

The doggy hair shake so cute I SWOON

“Tsk, so many buttons. I’m not sure I like this skirt.”

“What can I…Copia what should I do?” / “Just touch me, it won’t take much.” GAH

Copia twitched and hissed when you lightly nipped the skin under his jaw. “Ok, ok fine. You’re developing some bad habits, Principessa.” PLEASE why isn’t he REAL

You squealed and kissed Copia on the cheek, blushing a bit when you realized you’d done that in front of the others. Ehehehe yayyy

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I really hope this is amusing for you rather than annoying ---- thanku so much for putting so much time and effort into this fic. It's been not-so-easy being human lately, and you made my night much brighter !!

um again I'm @copium-copia if you wanna be ghesties or anything

It's not annoying at all!! Oh my gosh, you are so sweet 😭

I appreciate you taking the time to find your favorite parts. I appreciate you taking the time to READ my story to begin with. I'm so glad you are enjoying it and I hope you continue to do so! You're the best, thank you sooooo much 💙

[copiousloverofcopia]

Thanks for the tag @meowsaidmissy

Relationship status: Married/Prime Mover

Song stuck in my head: Under the Spell - Me and That Man feat. Mary Goore

Last song I listened to: lolol Majesty - Ghost

3 favourite foods: Homemade baked macaroni and cheese, my husband's chilli, and Sushi (I'm super partial to rainbow rolls)

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[m-goore]

Mary fuckin goore. You're hot and covered in blood, I'm emo with an obsession with Gore. Were perfect. Marry my ass bitch *casually gets down on one knee* pretty please with a human eyeball on top?

i'll pass. not the type of guy to get married.

[ryuzatodraws-archive]

Now that my dang TAGS won’t even work when I’m in the shadow realm , I’m gonna have to rewrite this again

Related AUs (copia and Terzo , the brothers are related)

Siblings au ( teen Terzo x Mary Goore )

TerxGoore ( Terzo x Mary )

Primer mover Lucilla ( Terzo x Lucilla, this is still very very new)

Non - Related AUs (copia and Terzo are not related . The brothers might still be related to terzo)

Luce Perduta ( my main series , copiiia feat dictator style copia)

T4T au ( both copia and Terzo are trans and married, Copia could possibly be expecting)

The Daddies in the Woods ( Omega x Terzo x Copia . Terzo is a trans masc and is expecting a baby girl)

Vampire au ( classic copiiia , rather unhinged vampire terzo)

Director x Secretary ( The Director x Gerard Way The Secretary tour look) Ghost x MCR Au

Gerard de Arc x Copia ; disruptive pairing , will kill each other ) Ghost x MCR

Other pairings , HC

Aether x Lucilla

Raindrop ( working on a short comic for this one)

Alpha x Copia

Omega x Terzo

Dewdrop x Terzo

Hunter’s Moon ( Copia x Michael myers )

Alpha x Dewdrop

Omega x Copia x Terzo

[gravehags]

For the random ask reblog a perfect game popped into my head 😆

So…for each option, who would you marry, kiss, and kill?

.Mary Goore

.Copia

.Tobi

Kiss Tobbe

Marry Copia

Kill Mary (apologies Mary I love you but you know how it is)