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#butcher!ghost
frogchiro · 8 months
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i would gladly give butcher!ghost his chubby babies omg
Please do it, he deserves it :(( All Butcher!Simon wants is a family with you and watch you swell and then give birth to his chunky healthy baby is literally the pinnacle of that dream.
Your new daughter would basically be never not carried, always with either mommy or daddy and she's such a happy little thing :(( Despite being only like three weeks old she stares up at you and your husband like you're the most precious beings ever and she will smile and giggle in that adorable baby voice at everything you do and say to her.
She's very curious too! When Simon is holding her and showing her your beautiful flower garden, her big (e/c) eyes literally light up in wonder of all the new things in this huge new world.
But both yours and Simon's favorite time is when you feed her in the evening; your back is pressed against the blond's huge chest as he sits behind you and supports your arms while you're holding your little cub close and let her feed as much as she wants, soft warm smiles grace both yours and Simon's faces as you look at the little wonder you two created :((
Simon would then press a kiss to your jaw and whisper in your ear a reverent thank you; thanking you for giving him a purpose to live, thanking you for a warm place to call home and especially for giving him this little chunky bundle of joy for him to father and nurture <3
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amazeingartist · 4 months
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fox!soap & butcher!ghost (minor blood cw)
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when a typical hunting trip ends with begrudgingly befriending a persistent spirit. soap can take full fox or human form + ghost can pretty much call upon soap whenever
(a lil thanks to scoot for helping revamp the idea + I’ll get to drawing ghost as an actual butcher in a bit)
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bressynonym · 9 days
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prime cuts 🥩🔪
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saturncodedstarlette · 4 months
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🎬✰ {Slasher AU | Butcher Ghost}
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[Context : Y/N’s friends all escaped and left Y/N to die. But instead of Ghost killing them, he took pitied on them so he takes Y/N back to his house on top of his shop]
Y/N, sitting comfortably on the old couch while watching Ghost gathering woods for the fireplace with warm cup of tea in hand :
Y/N : You allow the world to think you’re a heartless monster.
Y/N, is confused by his nice gesture : And you’re not.
Butcher!Ghost, still dripping with blood and all :
Butcher! Ghost, lifts his eyebrow under the mask :
Butcher! Ghost, chuckles : No. I’m afraid I’m just a regular kind of murderer, sweetheart.
Butcher! Ghost, return with clean clothes and handed some to Y/N : I may be a murderer but I’m not that heartless like your shitty friends eh?
Y/N, silently accepts the clothes : (That sounds so wrong yet right at the same time…)
Dividers belongs to : @rookthornesartistry ♥️
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bleuu-moon · 4 months
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butcher!simon chloroforming you when you didn’t stop screaming after he showed up in your room in the middle of the night. all because you hadn’t been in the butchers shop for a while, and he just wanted to check on you :(
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neoarchipelago · 3 months
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Currently obsessed with butcher!ghost...
I will accept any scraps at this point... So fucking hot...
Just watching his hands... Fuuuuck
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gomzdrawfr · 26 days
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happiest of birthday to my bestie @bressynonym (I know you're not active here but im still tagging your ass idc)
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I drew her triple Ghost and their oc, Ava!! she is way more active on twitter over here, so go leave her a happy birthday wish or send em a nice text anonymously here :3
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starsm00n · 3 months
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Is he a scary man covered in blood? Or is he my baby girl? Spot the difference
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vanderilnde · 3 months
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so true @altissiia. neighbour/butcher simon is but a matted cat that would charitably leave mice at your door if that wasn’t so off-putting
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It’s eight in the morning, and there’s coffee all over your work blouse. Burning through the canopy of your shirt, sticking your skin. 
You had loudly cursed as your foot got caught behind an innominate object, propelling you face first—and coffee first—into the corridor. Surely, the whole flat heard it. The tight yelp you released, the thunder of your nose colliding with the floor. 
You don’t care about the coffee blotches congealing in the hallway. The carpet has enough cryptic stains, ones that management isn’t bothered to fix, so you look away and throw a cursory glance over your shoulder—to see the cause of your fall—and grimace without conscious control.
It’s a bag of meat on your doormat. 
Wrapped in a plastic, sitting in a puddle of fresh blood. 
A few drops of dew glaze the bag by means of moisture. It hides its contents, hindering you from recognising anything inside. You poke it with your shoe, cringing at the cartilage and meat and marrow beneath the sole of your foot. It tumbles over in the clear film, revealing its gory underbelly and a sticky-note. 
The note is dog-eared, crumpled, and damp. Covered in writing written by a slap-happy hand. Sorry for being too loud last night with my mates. Guess I’m a hypocrite. Here’s some meat please accept, is what it reads. The tail-end features a poorly-drawn smiley face and a signature. Simon.  
He was being noisy last night. You were just too skittish to slap the drywall dividing you, or to knock on his door and ask him to keep it down. There was an overlap of voices, an undercurrent of accents, and the charm of beer cans persistently snapped open.
As you peel the note off the bag, the door beside you swings open. Simon stumbles out, sweatpants low on his hips, medical mask obscuring the lower shell of his face. By the looks of it, he just floundered out of the shower. His curls are still dripping with opalescent water drops. He’s shirtless, his chest hairs so blonde they’re almost glass-like. Tousled and wispy.
A few scars distort the skin of his ribcage and makes you wince. He’s breathing heavily, distending them, puffing out his chest.
“You alright?” He asks. “Heard you fall.” 
You realise you’re still on the floor. Simon looks cosmic from this angle—colossal—hauling with him disciplined muscles eclipsed by a soft belly. 
You meekly nod, rising to your feet. “‘m fine.”
Simon’s eyes flutter down to your chest. A hot-flash pools under your skin, sticky, messy, leaving you preening under his gaze, until, of course, you belatedly remember your spilled coffee. How your shirt sticks to your skin, revealing the barest hint of your breasts. You don’t cross your arms.
“You’ve something there,” Simon sniffs. He gestures to your chest.
“Um, yeah. I know.”
A whisper of discomfort marinates between you. Discomfort that Simon doesn’t seem to notice—or doesn’t seem to care about—as he keeps staring at you. 
He grunts. “I got you meat.”
“Thank you!” You chuckle. “It was a… sweet gift.” 
It takes you by surprise when Simon tucks his chin into his chest, grumbling. His crows feet crimp together like knife-edges as if he’s barely smiling. 
“Wait here,” he mumbles, then spins on his heel. You assume he’s going to put on some clothes, or bring you some more meat, but when Simon returns, he outstretches towards you a threadbare jersey, waiting expectantly.
“Stained your blouse,” he snorts. “Wear this.”
Owlishly, you blink. It’s your work blouse that’s stained. You can’t go in a Manchester United shirt.
“Um. I wouldn’t–”
Simon shoves it in your chest. At this point, he reminds you of a wet dog. Dripping wet, gratified of his gift-giving. Leaving raw meat that stinks of ammonia at your doorstep, handing you a shirt too-many-sizes too big for you. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging.
His hand is still extended. Above his mask, Simon’s eyebrows pucker as if he’s pouting. Like a kicked mutt, confused, and a little ratty. You feel awkward indebtedness eddying through you, so you snatch the jersey from him and slip it on jointly. It smells heavily of nicotine and pomade, slightly impairing you.
Satisfied, he nods. You think he’s going to say something else—there’s a little stifle between the flicker of his eyes and his jaw—but he doesn’t. Simon turns around and slams his door shut in your face. 
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frogchiro · 7 months
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hiii kin < 3 do u think we could get more butcher ghost plz … he’s been on my mind literally the time since YESTERDAY wen a big butcher man at the shop in my town complimented my dress & gave me xtra meat 🙏🏽
YOU'RE KIDDING??? Ok but now I'm legit jealous ;;
Okay but...Butcher!Si would definitely do the same :(( Ofc he always gives you some extra meat anyways, only choosing the best and freshest cuts to leave specifically for you, but this time it was a little bit different.
This time you needed to buy a whole chicken because your neighbours were coming over, a lovely older couple that helped you so much when you first arrived in town and you always want them to get the best possible hospitality whenever they come over so you decided to make some lemon roasted chicken, and who would be better to supply it than the lovely, older and huge butcher, Simon!
The thing is you don;t understand (at least not yet atp) what you do to the poor man's heart and cock. When he saw you strutting in, all cute and dolled up in that flowy yellow summer dress with that bright smile on your face, Simon felt like his breath was punched out of his lungs at once.
He'd compliment you in that gruff, low tone of his, throwing only a 'You look pretty', and everything else was kept inside his head, the fantasy of ripping the dress from your body and taking you up against the wall would have to wait until after his shift when he gets back to the privacy of his shitty flat so he can jerk off until he overstimulates himself <3
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sillyahhchana · 7 months
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Quick one to celebrate the final season:“)
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olympain · 7 months
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How are things looking for the weekend, Richard?
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baynton · 7 months
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BBC Ghosts | 5x05: Carpe Diem
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lackadaisycal-art · 5 months
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magidragon12 · 7 months
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She's just like me fr-
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jouste · 25 days
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The Bootcher! Slicer of spiritual sashimi, the Bootcher! Able to size-up the ethereal realm and render them into ribeye, this morbid meat maker can mulch the morose into filling fillets! The tragedy being that once you are broken down as a ghost, it's all over.
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