#Mr. Psaltarian

[foxybouquet]

The Ghostober prompt challenge pieces are meant to be posted every 3 days, so the next one will be on the 4th.

*For the 16th, I’m not sure I’m going to do that one. It’s still unknown yet if we will be seeing any more of Jim DeFroque, but honestly, he’s my least favorite character in the lore.

EDIT: sooo maybe I’ll choose from this one, also

[ask-apostle-ghoul]

The Future is an Unknown Land. Pt. 2

Part 1 is here:

Part 3 is here:

Everyone had been acting odd today, Apostle had noticed it. The clergy hasn't summoned him at all, the first red flag. Even Siblings of Sin had been trying to interact with him, giving him somber looks or apologetic glances. He didn't know what was going on and it started to freak him out. Usually things were going to be upbeat and chipper that the band was coming back, so why wasn't the day feeling right?

The routine was usual, wake up, shower and get dressed, prepare tea for Sister imperator, Copia, and himself so they could spend time together and Copia can tell Apostle all about the tour. Apostle had done just that, and now was the moment to wait for the bus to arrive.

Apostle fidgeted with his tie, his heart starting to race when the bus did indeed arrive, an hour late, mind you. Apostle was a ghoul of routine, he didn't know why the day wasn't going right. Apostle watched the ghouls exit the bus, but his eyebrows knitted together seeing how they weren't talkative or energetic right off the bat. Usually they would be happy to get home. His footsteps signaled his arrival and the ghouls glanced up at him. None of them said a word, so he took the chance. "Ghouls, what... what upsets you?" He didn't know what to think seeing them almost flinch at his words. None of them spoke until Rain did. "Don't... Don't get feral, ok?"

Those words caught his attention and he heard a sniffle. Apostle's eyes went wide when he saw not Sister Imperator come off of the bus, but Copia. Copia looked like a disheveled miss, his hair out of place and tears staining his cheeks. Immediately sensing something was wrong, Apostle nudged through the pack of ghouls and got to Copia. "Il mio bambino, what'-" A grunt came from the ghoul when Copia hugged him tight, clinging onto the eldest ghoul's suit and holding him tight. Apostle hugged the man back, his heart aching as he heard Copia start to sob. "Hey- Hey hey hey, Copia, what's wrong?" Apostle whispered, running a hand through Copia's hair and trying to comfort the Papa. While Apostle had never claimed to be Copia's father, he sure acted like it.

He got no answer, his chest tightening once again like it did that one night. Copia clung onto Apostle tighter and tried to stammer through words. "Mama- she- Mama was-" Hearing Copia mention Sister Imperator caused a growl to rip through Apostle's throat, his tail tensing. What other ghouls were left around paled at the growl, Cumulus immediately tugging Aurora and Phantom further away from the Era 0 ghoul. "What's going on?" Phantom whispered, getting a finger to his lips by Mountain in response. Only the older ghouls know Apostle's wrath firsthand, best not to interfere.

"Where is your mother?" Apostle asked, trying not to sound too harsh yet failing. Apostle looked up at the bus's door, his blood running cold when Sister Imperator did not show up, but Mr. Psaltarian instead. Apostle had been unaware the man had gone on the tour too, and he knew that when Psaltarian was around, things were more serious. Sister Imperator had taught him many things, and Mr. Psaltarian was one of those Apostle had learned to trust. With a subtle bow of the head, Apostle lessened his hold on Copia. Looking down at Copia and seeing Copia's head bowed, fear filled Apostle for the first time in ages. What... had happened?

[ficandkaboodle]

Reviving this, because I think we need to Remember

“If Copia has the second-most Employee of the Month awards, who has the most?”

If it is not this guy —

If it is not Clarence J. Psaltarian, name pending —

— Then we need to take a step back and reevaluate some stuff. We have to have a meeting about this.

[aweisz]

been thinking about him

[thelampisaflashlight]

Psaltarian, entering Copia's office: "Your mother's ghouls keep showing up in the mausoleum and-" Copia, putting down his paperwork: "Seestor-Mother had ghouls?" Psaltarian, holding a whimpering Cowbell and Special by the ears: "Who did you think these two belonged to??" Copia: "The old bastard?" Psaltarian: "No, no, Nihil's ghouls were inherited by Primo." -shaking his head- "At any rate, these two keep trying to climb on top of the coffin and sleep on it, so you need to invest in better locks." Copia, looking at the ghouls: "Why would they do that?" Special, sad: "We miss her..." Cowbell, poking the tips of his fingers together: "...Hungry-" All: "NO!"

[solighthouse]

Also this new sticker of Sister and Mr Psaltarian :D

[gogodollie]

a collection of sorts

[mercurysketches]

it’s 2013 and your great uncle is showing you around this weird church he works at

[cityofmeliora]

Ghost and Southern California

i'm from California, so a lot of the locations in the Ghost lore are familiar to me! i wanna use this post to show / explain Ghost being set in the Los Angeles area.

though it hadn't been explicitly stated yet then, there are actually hints that Ghost is based in Southern California as early as Chapter 4: The Accident. when Sister Imperator is driving, you can see palm trees on the hills along the road. of course, lots of places have palm trees, but the specific combination of palm trees with the rocky cliffs and sparse vegetation feels distinctly Californian to me.

the Dance Macabre music video shows Nihil met Sister Imperator at a mansion in LA (as explained by the intro). don't know the exact location, but if i had to guess, i'd place it maybe somewhere in Beverly Hills, which has a lot of mansions like this.

the Kiss The Go-Goat music video again confirms that they're in Los Angeles. it features the Whisky a Go Go, a real music venue in West Hollywood. the Mary On A Cross animated music video accurately places it on a corner along the Sunset Strip.

the Mary On A Cross lyric video shows Sister Imperator walking through the Ministry building before leaving to see the show at the Whisky a Go Go. this is another indicator the Ministry building is in the LA area since it's within driving distance of the venue. scenes in the Ministry building are filmed at a real mausoleum northeast of LA, but i'm not going to name the location because the Ministry is supposed to be a fictional building. interestingly, the lyric video also gives us the exact time of the concert.

after the events of Kiss The Go-Goat, the Mary On A Cross animated music video starts with Sister Imperator driving to her house, which is in the Hollywood Hills neighborhood near the Hollywood Sign. you can see from the road that they're in the hills looking over the city.

then Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil run from their house to the Hollywood Sign. there are hiking trails that go from the surrounding neighborhoods up to the Hollywood Sign. you can go behind it just like they do in the video.

Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil cross a body of water that is most likely the Hollywood Reservoir, although the video places the Hollywood Sign west of the lake instead of east, as in real life.

Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil make out in a cemetery (which i did not attempt to locate) and then end up at a motel. this is not a real motel, though. it's the Bates Motel movie set at Universal Studios Hollywood. i laughed so hard because recognized it instantly in Rite Here Rite now. (i've been on the same tour that the Nameless Ghouls were on.) Universal Studios Hollywood is both a theme park and an actual film studio. there are people filming when Nihil calls Mr. Psaltarian to come pick him up in the The Future Is A Foreign Land music video.

so to summarize some of the locations in those videos: the Whisky a Go Go, Hollywood Sign, and Universal Studios are highlighted in yellow. the red outline on the map shows the boundary of the Hollywood Hills neighborhood. the Hollywood Reservoir is the body of water in the middle of it.

The Future Is A Foreign Land music video and Chapter 13: The Beach Life feature Mr. Psaltarian's beach house, which is on the Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu. though there are beach houses all along the SoCal coast, Malibu is closest to LA, and is pretty much the only place where houses are that close to the water without some kind of barrier. it's a real house and i've driven past it. i know the exact location but i'm not sharing it, for obvious reasons.

here is Malibu on a map relative to Los Angeles:

as a side note, it appears Cardi now drives Mr. Psaltarian's old car, a 1968 Buick LeSabre convertible. it has California license plates, of course, but the plates must have been replaced at some point, since that California license plate design wasn't in use until 1988.

lastly, Rite Here Rite Now is set at The Forum (now called KIA Forum), which is in Inglewood near the LAX airport. Inglewood is technically its own city, but it's completely surrounded by LA.

when Rite Here Rite Now released, TF said in an interview that it's "common knowledge" that Ghost is based in LA. i found it a bit funny because i've read very few Ghost fanfics that are actually set in LA, so i don't know how 'common' that knowledge really is, LOL. but i hope this post helps!

WHAT WAS BEHIND THE DECISION TO SHOOT THE FILM AT THE FORUM IN L.A.? TOBIAS FORGE: [...] There’s this common knowledge that the HQ of the band seems to be in L.A. So the Forum is not only a classic venue, but it’s sort of their home turf. Had we placed the story someplace else, we would’ve had to justify: Why are they there? Why is this show special? Revolver (June 2024)

[mintea-in-space]

Ghoul Clergy Au(Species Swap): Hands!!

Copia(Fire/Air): Has beans! They're very sensitive so he very rarely takes his gloves off. The pads glow a pretty cyan. Has to be careful because his hands get very hot very easily, he’s given up trying to hide the burnt handprints that end up all over his furniture. His claws match his skin tone, but he likes painting them too. Copia has a bad habit of biting his nails, so they tend to be all uneven. Eventually his human ghouls catch wind of this and set off on a journey to help him stop. Dewdrop ends up being the only one allowed to take his gloves off, so Dewdrop is the one that offers to help him clip them and keep them filed down. It becomes a special routine for just the two of them.

Terzo(Quint/Air): Has beans but very subtle ones. Look more like calluses than anything else. Slightly textured. He also has he sharpest claws of the group and keeps them very well maintained. (He has a fancy cat scratching post in his room. Omega laughs the first time he sees it.) He has gold claws, and his pads are also a very faint shimmery gold.

Secondo(Water): No beans, but as a water ghoul, his scales cover his wrists and part of the backs of his hands. He also has webbed fingers. Is the only Papa that can't wear gloves unless glamoured because of this. Secondo's claws are better suited for breaking rather than piercing (think like a crab or lobster claw, for breaking open shells) His are probably the most durable.

Primo(Earth): No beans. But the backs of his hands are covered in soft fuzz. He has black claws that are almost blunt at the ends, but very very strong. Primo just disappears outside and comes back with his claws worn down. No one really knows what he does. (He digs. Dead ass. He finds a cave and claws the rock. He also fucking climbs. Like a mountain goat. No one who has seen it lived to tell the tale, as it's usually when he's hunting)

Nihil(Originally Water/Air): Has beans! Size is somewhere in between Copia and Terzo. Has scales on the backs of his hands like Secondo, but no webbing. He has to get his claws clipped for his own safety really but that does not stop him from being absolutely pissed about it every time. Just picture Nihil hissing and spitting like a cat while Sister calmly clips his nails for him. Just thrashing around while simultaneously keeping his hand still because he knows if he makes her mess up he'll get his ass whooped. Although before his elemental loss he was probably the diva that clawed the ministry doorways just to make sure someone knew they pissed him off. His claws used to be semi translucent and sparkly.

Sister Imperator(Fire/Quint): Queen of beans. Hers are a bit leathery, but they also glow a light green like Copia's! Hers also used to be sensitive but she powered through until it didn't bother her anymore. Probably has the best kept claws next to Terzo. She routinely files hers and they are razor sharp.

Psaltarian(Quint): Has very calloused beans. Upon further inspection they are a dark purple, but mostly blend with his skin. Clips his own claws, but also has a scratching post in his nest to properly file them down. His claws are black, with a slight metallic sheen to them.

[theunholybastard]

Hotel California (Sister Imperator x Mr Psaltarian)

Requested by @gogodollie !!! <3

Tags: Workplace Romance, Established Relationship, Sexual Frustration, Mentions Of Drug Use, Rough Sex, Scratching, Hair-Pulling, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Creampie

Sister Imperators screams of ecstasy echoed throughout the hotel room, the sound pouring into the rooms of the unfortunate souls who had to listen to her coming undone from the calculated workings of Mr Psaltarians tongue. That's how the night ended, preluded by marijuana, a rocking performance, hours of painful sexual tension, and a disgusting amount of unprofessionalism. 

Earlier that day, Sister had landed in California with the rest of the band, following them on their tour. Normally, she wouldn't stray far from the comforting walls of her beloved Ministry, but Nihil had practically begged her to come with, to show her how far he had come as Papa, and most importantly, to impress her with his unyielding youth, stamina, and sexual charisma. She didn't care much for the rituals themselves, but it was fun to travel from place to place, to take in new sights and experiences before she had to sit through an hour and a half of Nihil singing about Satan and getting his dick sucked. But there was something back at the Ministry keeping her from fully enjoying herself. Well, someone.

Mr Psaltarian had been working alongside her since the late 50s, back when she had very little significance in the Clergy, and from their very first meeting, they just clicked. It wasn't long till they started fucking, just for stress relief at first, getting a little too high and meeting up in one of their offices after a particularly rough day. But much to the dismay of the normally noncommittal and romance-repulsed Sister and Psaltarian, it soon developed into something more. They had called earlier, awkwardly dancing around the subject of missing one another to avoid their secret love affair being found out by someone passing by, but that brief interaction wasn't enough to quell her yearning. 

Despite how subtle and secretive they thought  they were, quite literally everyone in the Ministry could see through them. It was common knowledge that they were fucking, and while two coworkers fraternizing wasn't technically allowed, and certainly not professional behavior by any means, nobody dared to comment on it. Unbeknownst to the couple, everyone knew their dirty little secret. Everyone except Papa Nihil, but in his defense, he may be a bit stupid. 

He was still under the impression that he had a chance with her, the poor fool! She saw the way he would gawk at her. During meetings, in the middle of rituals, pretty much anytime they were in the same general vicinity together. It was pathetic, really, but also oddly endearing. And sure, he was kinda cute... But she had better things to do with her time. Like Psaltarian. And she did him a lot. 

She stood by the bar at the venue Papa was performing, drink in hand as she watched him move his body to the music in ways that made all the ladies in the audience go crazy. The concert had just started, and she was already bored, lost in thoughts of her special someone. Out of the blue, she felt a presence behind her. Not an uncomfortable, irritating presence like that of a stranger, but a pleasant, familiar one. She turned her head to see him. Psaltarian. As tall and handsome as ever, fighting back a smirk as soon as he caught a glimpse of her face. “Sister.” He greeted casually, the public space restricting their ability to display affection. 

“Mr Psaltarian.” Imperator echoed, unable to help herself from cracking a little smirk. She cleared her throat, composing herself. “What a surprise. I didn't expect you to be here.”

“Well, Papa is my friend. I came to see him perform.” He replied. 

“Really? You came all the way to Los Angeles just to watch Papa perform?” Sister snickered, quirking a brow. Psaltarian paused.

“There are other… benefits of coming here. Benefits I'd like to see soon.” He replied lowly, his voice lightly subjective. It takes every once of restraint the two have not to ravage each other right here, right now. A shiver runs up her spine.

“Maybe you will.” She slyly slipped a hand downwards, dropping an extra room key into his pants pocket. She decided to cease speaking for now, knowing if she were to continue her (not so) subtle flirtations, neither of them would be able to wait till after the concert. They went back from 'focusing' on the show before them. And now they wait.

The time passed agonizingly slow, but it was worth it in the end, once he finally made his way to her hotel room. In an instant, her lips crashed against his, sloppily forcing her tongue down his throat. She has never been this desperate before, she would feel humiliated if anyone other than Psaltarian saw her acting this fucking needy. Psaltarian, though he was better at controlling his emotions, felt the same way, their shared pleasure denied for far too long. Their hands roamed feverishly over each other's bodies, acting as if this was the last time they'd ever see each other again, mindlessly ripping their clothes off till there was nothing but skin pressed against skin. 

He pulled himself away, only to delve his head between her legs, her cunt already sopping wet for him. A deep rumble escaped his lips the moment he tasted her arousal, never has he known a taste any sweeter. Her hands flew to his hair, tangling her fingers in his dark curls. Her slender legs, draped over his shoulders, pull him in closer, seeking more stimulation from his eager mouth. The sounds of her pleasure filled the room, each noise that came from her shot straight to the throbbing in his pants. He can't handle this for much longer, as fun as it is to have her squirming and gasping over his skillful tongue. 

He went to sit up, to clamber on top of her and shove himself within her without so much as a second thought, but she wrapped her legs tightly around his head, restricting his movement. “Don’t you fucking dare.” She growled, grinding her hips down against his face. “You can’t just- fuck, s-stop right before you make me cum! F-finish what you started.” Psaltarian grumbled protestingly against her folds, but nonetheless continued his ministrations, more motivated than ever to earn an orgasm from her, so that he may finally feel her warmth around him. 

It didn't take much longer for her to cum, only a few more flicks of his tongue and she was coming undone, a cacophony of sweet moans filling Psaltarians ears along with the obscene sound of him lapping up her juices. As her thighs shook violently around him, her chest heaving up and down rapidly, finally, he had a chance. In her weakened state, he's able to fight his way out of her legs grasp, taking position and lining himself up with her waiting entrance. Pressing the tip against her cunt, he winces slightly at the feeling. Lucifer, she's dripping. 

His length slides in with ease, the stretch causing both of them to gasp in sync, heads lulled back and mouth agape. She whimpers softly, overstimulated and given zero time to catch her breath after that earth shattering orgasm. That was just the beginning, the calm before the storm, only given a split second for her to adjust to his size before he started thrusting, rough and uncaring. The way she clenches and spasms around his cock is addicting, only spurring him on to go faster. He's focused solely on the pleasure he's receiving now, his primal instincts taking over after having to hold himself back for so long. 

He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he took her. He could only imagine her face right now, eyes shut tight, blonde strands sticking to her sweat glistened forehead, and sporting a deliciously blissed out expression. He couldn't think about it for too long, in fear the image he had painted in his mind would make him cum too early. Sister Imperator was the kind of woman that could make even the strongest-willed men crumble. Even Psaltarian, who prides himself on his sexual prowess, came within moments of being inside her for the first time. Granted, he was stoned out of his mind when it happened, but it was still embarrassing. She just held that much power. That's why he loved her so much. Because she made him weak. 

“F-fuck! So tight! Spread your legs further for me. Let me feel you.” Psaltarian grunted. She did as she was told, allowing deeper access to her pussy, each thrust now slamming against her cervix. Tears started brimming in her eyes, ruining her perfect makeup, smudging and running down her cheeks. She was a mess, screeching and shaking like a woman possessed, carving up his back with her nails. He reveled in the feeling of his skin breaking by his lovers hand. This, he thought to himself, was her most beautiful state.

“I missed this…” He huffs, breathing in her scent. Sweat, cigarette smoke, and her fruity shampoo; his favorite scent. Sister only whimpered in reply. If she still had the ability to to speak right now, she would be pouring her heart out to him, rambling over how much she thought about him during their time apart, how she came to the thought of him every night during this damned tour. How much she loved him, how she never wishes to leave his side again. But even after this, when her head has cleared, she won't say a word. She doesn't need to. He already knows.

She's close again, he can feel it, her cunt achingly tight and her breathing raspy and labored. He was getting there too, his brutal thrusting growing tired and sloppy. Now it was just a matter of time, a race to the finish line. He tried everything he could to last just a little bit longer, but it was so hard when she was gripping him so insanely fucking tightly, like a snake constricting its prey. He couldn't focus on anything else, not when she was all around him, flooding all of his senses. He feared for a moment he would disappoint her and spill himself before she had the chance to finish, but when her thighs started to wobble once again, he let out a breath of relief.

One last hard slam to her cervix was all it took, a wave of warm wetness pouring over his cock as the dam finally broke, her eyes rolling back as she roared like the lioness she was. It was hard to compare her to anything less than a goddess. Surely this must be what Lilith herself looked like, positively sinful and ethereally beautiful in the afterglow of her orgasm. Lifting his head from her shoulder to lock eyes with her, that's when it finally hit him. With one last groan, he came, emptying himself within her walls, dick pulsing as he gave her every last drop of his spend. 

Coming down from their shared highs, Psaltarian pulls out, eliciting one last soft whine from the heavily exhausted Sister. He watches his cum leak from her aching cunt for a moment, cursing himself for not bringing his camera to capture the breathtaking sight, before laying down next to her, holding her close to her chest in comfortable silence as they shared a cigarette. They could care less that they definitely disturbed the slumber of the occupants of the surrounding hotel rooms. They were together, and they were at peace. 

Nobody dared to comment on how calm and collected Sister Imperator seemed to be the next morning. Nobody dared to comment on the hand Psaltarian was resting on her thigh under the table at breakfast. Nobody dared to ask why Psaltarian was even there in the first place. Why would they? They already knew. Even Nihil, as oblivious as he often was, exchanged a knowing glance with Psaltarian, shooting him a subtle wink.

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[sacred-coffin]

WELCOME TO THE SHIT SHOW

Hello hello hello, you can call me Coffin or any of the other secret names. My pronouns are He/They, but if we're cool you can unlock the Secret Extra Pronouns.

This is one of my many side blogs, I won't say what my main blog is, but they call me Swizz over there, which should be a pretty big hint if you see me in your notes

I am an adult and this blog sometimes posts adult content. All of those posts are tagged #taint tickling

Fun facts about me:

I love how fucked up Primo is I would kill Terzo again I have so many ghost OCs, I'll post about them eventually I come with fucked up lore I draw, paint, and write I am the funniest man ever made.

My Ao3

My Ghost Shrine (WIP)

I'll be tagging this post with as many tags that I use as possible LOL

[ficandkaboodle]

Take the fanon interpretation of Primo as a parentified but well-meaning older brother trying his best; and the canon of Primo being fucking off the rails and messing with dark magic for shits and giggles; and you'll have Primo putting an eight-year-old Terzo in the middle of a pentagram while insisting this is exactly how you cure someone of their chronic hayfever. Now stop moving, if that blood smears then year-round allergies will be the least of our problems --

[aweisz]

idk

[goofygoldengirl]

Does anyone else think the driver in the beginning might be psaltarian?

[solighthouse]

First Commission!!

Thank you very much @gogodollie for commissioning this drawing, I really enjoyed doing it 🌟