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assemblage333 · 6 years
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Excited to share the latest addition to my #etsy shop: Day of the Dead / Sugar Skull Altered Art Photography/ Mixed Media Painting / Victorian Death Mask / Robert Price https://etsy.me/2FtRMfm Excited to share the latest addition to my #etsy shop: Day of the Dead / Sugar Skull Altered Art Photography/ Mixed Media Painting / Victorian Death Mask / Robert Price https://etsy.me/2FvAcI3 #vintagestyle #vintageshop #etsyvintageshop #assemblage333 #robertpenningtonpricedesign #robertpenningtonpricephotography #sugarskull #sugarskullart #sugarskullportrait #dayofthedead #dayofthedeadportrait #delosmuertos #diadelosmuertos #losmuertos #etsyartists (at The Greens At Cedar Chase Dover Delaware) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvUELBHAB6O/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6eaq2krrb0bu
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adflicte · 6 years
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@de-los-muertos   → x
     It can almost taste the sweetness of the subtle exhaustion on twisting tongues, savoring it while slipping a little closer, ghostly arms appearing to wrap about the broad shoulders in a mockery of a gentle embrace. The wraith draws Gabriel closer against it, stealing the heat and absorbing the gentle thump of the lively heart against its vacant chest.
     “I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else, Gabriel. You know you mean everything to me,” it murmurs near the shell of his ear, the tone dripping with endearment.
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sorcerecoven · 3 years
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Day of the dead 💀 Amazingly spooky antipasto de los muertos salad by @ghoul.at.heart • • • • • #dayofthedead #spooky #gothfood #skull #sorcere #sorcerecoven #ghoulatheart #delosmuertos #alt #alternative #gothic #kitchenwitch https://www.instagram.com/p/CSaoUyYJyzw/?utm_medium=tumblr
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red-buddha-tattoo · 7 years
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Day of the dead girl wearing skull @sandolawson . . #dayofthedead #redbuddhatattoo #cooltattoos #skull #skulltattoo #flower #picoftheday #igdaily #dailygrime #orangecounty #losangeles #delosmuertos #instagram #instagood (at Red Buddha Tattoo)
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artbychromium · 7 years
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#delosmuertos Sugar skulls in orange, purple & red for zombie rise parade @fantasyfestkeywestfl ☄☄☄☄☄ #Fantasyfest #fantasymakeup #sugarskull #halloweenmakeupideas #zombieride #keywest #fantasyfest2017 #makeup #mua #bodypainter #LanaChromium
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nerdynurseryart · 7 years
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https://www.etsy.com/listing/549895028/sugar-skull-watercolor-print-digital?ref=listing_published_alert
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warpledged-blog · 7 years
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@de-los-muertos  ❤‘d
"Have you ever considered that wielding TWO shotguns is a little excessive?"
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onebluebird · 6 years
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“Day of the Dead Punishment” is next in my #dayofthedead series. Having fun with this rough, still fleshing it out. I am thinking about all black and white with some red splats all over it :) #punisher #thepunisher #comics #wacom #wip #photoshop #delosmuertos #sugarskull #tattoo #frankcastle #pnwartist #illustration #onebluebirdart #onebluebird https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs97jh1hX2t/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vw7xpu998hsh
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assemblage333 · 6 years
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Excited to share the latest addition to my #etsy shop: Day of the Dead / Sugar Skull Altered Art Photography/ Mixed Media Painting / Victorian Death Mask / Robert Price https://etsy.me/2FvAcI3 #vintagestyle #vintageshop #etsyvintageshop #assemblage333 #robertpenningtonpricedesign #robertpenningtonpricephotography #sugarskull #sugarskullart #sugarskullportrait #dayofthedead #dayofthedeadportrait #delosmuertos #diadelosmuertos #losmuertos #etsyartist (at The Greens At Cedar Chase Dover Delaware) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvUDTeKAxma/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1iwvqbrldj3zf
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sigrunvalkyrie · 7 years
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@de-los-muertos
            Angela giggled a little at his frustration, dropping back down to her normal height so she could actually pay attention to the manual and not to how she could topple over at any moment. “Is the great Gabriel Reyes admitting defeat?” She teased, gently plucking the book from his hands once he sat down. “We’ll figure it out. It can’t be too hard, people put Ikea furniture together all the time.” Not to mention she had a doctorate. That should stand for something here, right? “At worst we can ask Lindholm for help.”
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ccrruption-blog · 7 years
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@de-los-muertos from x.
          “you know how berkshire and morgan are coming by for inspections soon, right?” fingers toy along the other male’s bicep, tracing the dips and peaks of muscle; it’s a poor attempt at being flirtatious, he knows, and he can only hope gabe is picking up just how stupid he feels in doing it. “i need a tiny little distraction when they’re here. just for twenty minutes, thirty tops. pretty please, gabi.”
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adflicte · 7 years
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― x
‘ Not now ’
Hears the thoughts reverberate in the air without Gabriel even making a noise, feels the brush stroke of irritation and it’s met with a dark rumbling laugh to cut the silence. The sound is everywhere in that instant, from the shadows seemingly dancing on the walls to the darkness gathering from all corners. It’s a roiling black fog that takes up the expanse of the floor before seeping up over the edge of the bed, crossing rumpled sheets towards the only source of warmth in the room.
“Yes, now,” the swirling abyss answers back, churning in place about the tense form until that shifting vapor solidifies into a set of monstrous talons that sink into the softness of the pillow. The hand comes next, flexing to grasp the fabric and stuffing, supportive as fog condenses into solid darkened flesh. Up and up it forms the stock of an arm with scars that can’t decide to be closed or openly weeping, of surface skin that breaks apart only to come back together. Rotten, reformed, it seethes until the snap of conscious holds it true.
“I don’t like being told no, Gabriel.” Close. So very close. Enough to hear the click of teeth and stale cold air to wash over bare skin. “Now be polite and open your eyes before I open them for you.”
@de-los-muertos
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txloned-blog · 8 years
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REAPER | @de-los-muertos​
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Unusually careless, his posture - slumped into a straight-backed chair, the kind of ornate feature it must have taken the pay-out of several life insurance policies to afford. He’s been drinking, extensively too from the fragrant stink of fine bourbon that honeys the air. Empty eyes lost in the haze of a bitter oxford fog stare into the unfocused distance, his lips toying with the bullet of the word, behind a grimace like a loaded gun. “Redemption.” A single husky grunt - laughter - steeped in bitterness. “Everyone seeks redemption. Even you-” The grin spreads like a disease at that all-too-familiar sound of the apparitions approach. “But what good - really - can redemption do? Can it erase the things you’ve done? Do you truly expect it will save you from the horror you’ve become?”
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warpledgedmoved · 8 years
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it'd been some time since they'd spoken, several months at the very least --- keeping in touch seeming harder and harder as the years pressed on. funny, considering the old soldier had next to nothing to keep him occupied, living no GRAND life where he was always busy. those days were past him, now, though he'd rather they weren't. it made him restless at best, but he was making do.
he thought idly of how he needed to talk to gabriel more, wondering who was to blame for the radio silence between them. both parties in equal measure, jack concluded. the phone was tucked between his shoulder and ear awkwardly as he went about the task of making dinner. a meal for two, rare that it was, though one might call his company unconventional. something hauled onto his boat several days ago. not the FIRST, but the first he'd seen in that state. wounded and sick with infection ------ tossing them back into the water seemed... cruel. telling someone seemed cruel as well, but they weren't getting any better and the CONCERN of it weighed heavily in his chest. begging to be eased, leading him to confide in his old friend even if simply speaking of the creature's existence seemed a danger, but he couldn't stifle his tongue. his worries.
maybe gabriel could help.
❝ i've got something living in my bathtub and you get three guesses on what it is. ❞ / @de-los-muertos
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