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leshyyx · 1 day
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For people that aren't tuned in to ghostwt, there's a rumour going around that ghost fans are now banned from the mausoleum where the chapters are filmed. This stemmed from a tweet of someone being asked to leave by the staff at the mausoleum and called disrespectful due to showing up in full cosplay and attempting to do a photoshoot without consent.
I've attended a ghost event at the mausoleum myself, and the staff were amazing and kind, unlike what this person is trying to portray. You can't show up to an active gravesite where burials still take place without permission and treat it like your own personal playground - I thought this would be common sense. Email them, call them, send a message via social media, do whatever, but you need permission from them to visit and especially to do any form of photoshoot.
What this person did was extremely disrespectful, and I hope other ghost fans take note because otherwise, people will get banned from the site permanently.
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quaildoodle · 2 days
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would yall be interested in cd themed sticker sheets based off the ghost albums?
i’m currently working on the meliora one :)
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doodleshrimps · 18 hours
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peepaw is playing bocce
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iamthecomet · 3 days
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𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯: 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦
Rating: G Pairing: Mountain & Primo Words: 1k
Had a sudden lightbulb about the Abbey having a botanical garden and Mountain being mildly obsessed and then this happened. No warnings, just the old man and the soft earth ghoul being sweet to each other.
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The botanical garden is Primo’s pride and joy. Sure, being the satanic pope was fun and good. Touring the world was entertaining. Playing music was…ok. But this expansive glass building built on the eastern side of the main Abbey building? This is everything.
He designed it all. Each pane of thick glass, the metal that holds them together, the stones that make up the floor and foundation. All of it from his hands, his mind. It’s been here a long time. Long enough that ivy grows along the southern gable. That the glass has become milky with time. The roof–once shining copper has gone green with oxidation.
For a long time, he was the only one who cared about it.
Sure, siblings and ghouls enjoyed it. They’d walk through the massive building and coo at the plants, the brightly colored flowers, the pitcher plants big enough to eat a human hand if they really wanted to. They marvel at this impossible beauty. But they never stay long. It’s too warm. Too humid. Too…strange. It’s a museum to them. Something to be looked at and enjoyed from afar.
Even many of the earth ghouls were a little put off by it–didn’t understand it. These plants weren’t supposed to grow here. So many of them had hang ups about not native species and practicality, it made Primo’s head hurt. So little appreciation for all of his hard work. For this beauty that should be impossible but by the grace of lord Lucifer it isn’t.
And then, Mountain came.
Primo had misjudged him–he’ll admit that now. He had seen the tall lanky earth ghoul with his antlers and his gentle manner and Primo had assumed he’d be just like the others. That he would appreciate from afar, that he would pitch in when needed but not really want to help. But Mountain surprised him.
Mountain’s first trip through the botanical garden left him in awe. He named half of the plants with ease, latin spilling from his mouth as he reached out to touch delicate dew coated petals. And Primo had stared. He couldn’t help it. He felt the thrum of Mountain’s magic through the stone and a fly trap that had been struggling perked back up, leaves unfurling.
And when Mountain smiled–sheepish–Primo thought it was a little like looking at the sun.
Mountain still spends most of his time in the more practical greenhouses and gardens. Harvesting food and teas and herbs and making sure the Abbey is well stocked and taken care of. But he spends every Sunday here with Primo. Closed inside the bright, stuffy, greenhouse. Tropical at all times. Brightly colored flowers still blooming in the dead of winter. It’s Primo’s favorite day of the week–he isn’t afraid to admit it. When he gets there on this particular Sunday, Mountain has beaten him. It’s the first Sunday since the band got back from touring and Primo missed the earth ghoul. Missed hearing him hum to himself as he worked. Missed watching him perk up plants with his magic, feeling the pull of it through the foundation.
When he slips through the door Mountain is nearby, tending a patch of vibrant blue orchids–fickle things that only seem to like Mountain’s touch. They’ve been suffering while on tour, but Primo notices that two minutes with Mountain has left them fresh and healthy.
Mountain startles when the door closes, he turns to look at Primo. That hesitant smile tugging at his lips like always.
“Papa,” Mountain says, straightening up, tall as ever. Antlers dotted with tiny blue forget me not flowers. “I brought you something.”
Primo steps further into the warmth of the building, walks closer to Mountain. Shoes clicking on the stone. He inhales. Smells a menagerie of flowers and green and life that makes his chest constrict. Everywhere else in the Abbey feels dark and oppressive. Here–he really feels at home.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know,” Mountain sits down on one of the stone benches that lines the path, he pats the space next to him and Primo sits. Smelling the deep evergreen and cedar that is Mountain. He always smells like a forest at mid-winter. Even in here, Primo loves it. Loves the constant reminder that this strange tropical word they’ve built here is unnatural for this climate. It makes him that much more proud of it.
“So why?”
“I couldn’t leave it there–not when you needed it for your collection.”
Mountain is the only one who truly understands. That this is a collection. That is is not just a garden. Primo has done all he can to fill it with all kinds of rarities. Strange insects, and butterflies, snakes and lizards and vibrant blue tree frogs. Whatever he can find that will thrive in this climate he’s created. Oddities that he cannot resist.
Primo feels his heartbeat quicken. “Show me.”
Mountain produces a small seedling in a pot that fits in the palm of his big hand. Primo studies it, breath catching as he starts to recognize the leaves, the color.
“Is that–”
“A corpse plant. Yes. I saw it growing on the side of the path when we went on a hike. Cirrus thought I was crazy when I started digging it up. But I couldn’t leave it there.”
Primo strokes the leaves. It doesn’t look anything like what it will when it’s full grown. And Primo cannot guarantee his unnaturally long life will be long enough to see it bloom. But he finds he doesn’t mind. It will be here, part of his legacy whether he is or not.
“Oh, Mountain this is–I’ve always–It’s my holy grail.”
“I know.” Mountain grins at him, a real smile. He sets the plant down and slings his arm around Primo’s shoulders, pulling him in for a half hug. “Consider it a thank you, for letting me work with your collection–for letting me spend time with all of them.”
Primo feels himself flush–an odd occurrence considering his age. He leans into the fresh winter smell of Mountain and lets his eyes fall closed as Mountain holds him close.
“Our collection,” Primo corrects, he can’t pretend it belongs only to him anymore. And he finds he doesn’t want to.
Mountain makes a small surprised noise, but then he’s nodding, acquiescence. “Ours.”
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cyrusclouds · 3 days
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nameless ghoul + papa headcanons for your viewing pleasure
primo primarily took care of the rest of the papa's as they grew up, considering nihil 1) wasn't a good father and 2) was barely ever around anyways.
secundo and terzo bully the hell out of each other, but they would absolutely kill for each other.
sister kept copia away from the other papa's when he was younger for a long time, but once he got old enough to run around the ministry on his own (8-9ish), he would try to hang around primo (because he was arguably the best with kids and the calmest)
rain likes to sneak into the papa's fancy bathrooms and use their baths to soak in for no good reason other than that he likes water
mountain, despite playing one of the loudest instruments, is a bit reserved, and sort of spies in the shadows to observe people very often
sodo is a little shit. point blank. he also steals all the cookies from the cookie jar very frequently and blames swiss.
(this will be consistently updated/edited most likely :3)
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4fl0tsam · 2 days
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Today I realized that Nihil is basically like a baseball dad that gets way too serious about his kid being good because he’s trying to live his dreams through them, but when said kid actually does become good, gets pissed off and jealous💀
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here-under-blasphemy · 23 hours
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commissions open!!!
please message me to claim a slot 🖤
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bribinart · 6 months
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this guy am i right
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mardyart · 5 months
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my gift for u this year….. shirtless peepaws
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gabitzart · 6 months
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Old men~
Commission for @/marrieart on Twitter
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nemethos-deamon · 24 days
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wow i haven't drawn these old men for so long
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kabukiaku · 3 months
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Those weird Satanists who live next door. 𖤐
bonus stuff:
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osiris-iii-bc · 5 months
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Papa’s bestiary - a collection.
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Finally, the whole set is done. I was pondering if posting Primo alone first but I really wanted to see the full collection because I’m ✨impatient✨. Maybe I’ll dedicate a post to his portrait in the future.
So yes! Who guessed goat for Primo and snake for Secondo was right, but it wasn’t as an easy choice as it may seem.
At the beginning I wanted to associate the Goat to Nihil and the snake to Sister Imperator, while I chose bats for Primo and ravens or a bull for Secondo, but I couldn’t help drawing Primo with the goats (the first version of his portrait was so different!) so I just sticked to the animals quoted in their songs.
I have other plans for Nihil and Sister Imperator though. They’ll come separately.
I’ve done some minor edits to some of them.
Ps. For those who requested to have them as prints… find them here.
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robboyblunder · 4 days
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Continuation of what I've dubbed the "cornchip comic"; Terzo was just trying to warn him... sort of. (part one here)
ID in ALT text!
Bonus extra panel of the culprit:
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douglasthealien · 22 days
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Saw this meme circulating and I had a vision
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cyrusclouds · 2 days
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"who do you think is underrated, under loved, and under appreciated??" HIMMMM HIM HIM HIM
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