#MARY MY BELOVED

[butterflies-and-mirrors]

oh little lamb...why do you cry?

[shmaptainwrites]

i asked is somebody gonna match my freak and the lord sent me @sleepyfireball and @lifesizehysteria

[everyone-with-a-para]

I hope everyone with a para that is a sex worker has a great day

[faithful-whisper]

the beauty of christianity <3

[hyperfocusthusly]

I’m crying at the funeral of a ghost, how did I get here and can someone please send help

[crazynerdandproud]

Watching Mr Yin Presents and I forgot how sketchy they made Mary lol. He’s such a freak. I love him.

[onedaughterofman]

Writing sessions #6 (Mary Goore x g/n reader)

A/N: @synestheticbisexual said something about Mary Goore covered in blood being a wet dream and my brain went with it. Yes. Don't look at it too close, I wrote this in one sitting and I'm sleepy.

Tags: Mentions of blood (fake), rated T, flirting, nothing explicit here. Mostly domestic fluff, a bit of kissing here and there. And sexual tension.

The water is red. Red are their fingers and the dirt under their nails, red is the blush that blooms on their cheeks. Mary's body is still hot after the concert, blood pumping fast in their veins.

Sitting next to the bathtub, your fingers barely brush over the colored water. "It looks like you're bathing in the blood of your enemies," you mumble, barely audible over the sound of loud music. Sepultura, probably. Mary loves them.

"Like I'm Elizabeth Báthory, right?" They pause, eyelashes fluttering open. Mary's face holds a peaceful bliss, a relaxed expression. The concert drained most of their energy, but it's still odd for you to see them so relaxed. "Wasn't she the 'Blood Countess', or something like that?"

In the dimly lit room, the nod of your head is almost hidden by the shadows. You remain by Mary's side, fingertips tracing figures over the water's surface. It's cold, way too cold for your taste, but Mary insists they like it that way.

The peaceful, quiet mood of Mary doesn't last forever. Soon, their fingers circle around your wrist, engulfing it in one swift movement. Mary pulls, eyes still closed, yanking you until you clearly see their dark eyelashes, the remnants of fake blood on their hairline.

When they kiss you, it tastes like alcohol, cigarette smoke and blood. There's an undeniable sweet tinge, also. Bittersweet as Mary is, you have to stop them before this continues.

Yes, you know Mary is never satisfied with one kiss only. No, they always want more, want it hard, want it fast. Pulling away, you wipe the red tint from your lips. "Finish your bath, Goore," you ask, voice softer than you wanted it to be. They only smile, teeth glistening under the golden light.

"Don't you want to join me? Maybe I need some help."

"No. I'm clean, you're completely dirty. I don't want that blood to stain my clothes."

"Take them off, then." This time, the glint in Goore's eyes is brighter than the glow coming from the lamps. Your mouth opens, fighting to find the right reply, but no sound comes out of it. Mary's smile widens. "And don't act like it doesn't turn you on, all this blood. You're a freak, I know it."

They are right. You have fantasized about Mary Goore covered in blood way too many times to be healthy. When they are on the stage, colored lights falling on their body, all your eyes can see is the crimson liquid staining their skin, falling down their forehead and soaking their dark hair.

Oh, how hot they look, bathed in blood, messy bangs stuck to their forehead and chest heaving for air. Red looks so good on Mary, it gives them a wild and dangerous aura, a raw strength that makes your knees weak.

Yes, you dream a lot about that. Blood on both your bodies and on the floor, warm liquid all around you. Mary's mouth pressing on you, teeth grazing your neck, their hands everywhere... You dream of holding onto them, nails digging on their back, legs wrapping around their hips. How would the blood feel on you? Cold or hot? How would it taste on their skin, on their tongue?

Fuck.

It's useless to try to resist them, you know it. Mary's hands are on you again, fingers leaving red marks on your exposed skin. You attempt to stay firm on your feet, but they pull and pull, lips back on yours before you can even realize it. "I see how you look at me," they whisper. "Don't worry, I think about you the same way."

One final pull, and down you go. The water is extremely cold, and it splashes everywhere around the bathroom. You gasp, nails digging on Mary's arms, fighting for any support. Their skin is warm, muscles all tense. When they laugh, it's not a sweet sound. No, it's loud, raw, a bit raspy.

Goore's hand raises one last time, despite your complains. His fingers fall on your face, palms pressing on your cheeks. It doesn't take long to realize they have left red stains behind, blood coating all your face too. There's fake blood on your lips when they kiss you, tongue darting out to lick them clean.

"I was wrong, you are Elizabeth Báthory now. Beautiful."

"And you are...?"

Their laugh resonates around the walls one last time, before they reply. There's half a smile on their face and the dark eyes remain obscured by locks of damp hair. "Just another bloody Mary."

ps: The day I stop making "Mary on a cross" jokes about Mary Goore is the day I die.

[lavenderknivess]

THIS is killing me obsessed w the hair

[cookies-jar-of-art]

New Reference of my Kirin Tor Mage and local Khadgar kisser Marybeth

[swirlbuns]

It's been awhile since I made any fanart so here's a drawing I made ^.^ (it's also a bit of a drawing practice)

[butterflies-and-mirrors]

Hey Sexy Lady~

[shmaptainwrites]

eating a nectarine and thinking of @lifesizehysteria 🥰

[one-blaze-of--glory]

you gotta help save me then Charley

[oblivious-idiot]

Since I'm feeling kinda alone and sad today, I'm gonna send everyone I see on tumblr today something cute 🎀 So hi! Happy valentines day, i wish you all the best! You are loved and matter💕 here's lucy admiring lockwood✨️

oh mary i’m so sorry you’re feeling sad today 🥺 i’m sending you all the love in the world 🫂🫂

i hope your day gets better and please know you are so loved 🫶🏻

[xiaoluclair]

you probably already answered and i missed it (apologies), but i give you an opportunity for a list of 5 more 🫶🏻

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutuals and followers 💕🥰

darling! hello, you are forgiven (just about) <3

hearing about things that make other people happy

talking to someone new

ticking anything off the metaphorical to-do list

race weekend memes / general shitposting

a good strawberry