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I was so tempted by these blind boxes but I was not about to pay $20 for one 😭

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V'S RITUAL AND FOOT MASSAGE

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PLEASE SOMEONE HAVE BOOTLEG FOOTAGE OF IT AFTER HER MUMMY DUST SOLO🙏

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[MESSAGE FROM THE CLERGY]

We wish to inform you that the bird is the word!

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Copia, nude save for his socks, reclining comfortably on the couch while you're in the shower. One arm propped up on the back of it, ruffling his mussed up hair, the other draped over his lap, adjusting his soft dick, still trapped within the phantom grip of the feel of you. The marks of his suspenders run from his shoulders down to his chest. They're a little less red now, soothed by your hands and lips, traces of you remaining on his irritated skin. Your scent, somehow, still caught in his nose. He closes his eyes, feels a breath of air, inducing goosebumps where he is swollen with the bites of your love. Traces of your nails on his thighs, on his belly, his chest, a trail between curls of greying hair, a soft burn echoing where you gripped him. Cooling sweat, his hands a little stiff, he feels it all now, like a comforting ache, and hopes it lingers. He hears the spray of the water in the distance, smiles when it stops. How lucky, he thinks, that you're never further away than the extent of your sounds.

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Denver Skeletour Recap

wowie what a night! I’m still buzzing with excitement, and I’m so glad that I’m seeing them again next week.

I wrote out some thoughts last night but more is coming back to me now this morning. Thoughts below the cut:

Obsessed with how Peacefield begins. I got goosebumps watching the video of Papa sing on screen while the curtain was still up. The way the light played through the tears in the curtain was beautiful, and the moment the curtain dropped - absolute goosebumps.

Papa’s vocals cut out during the second verse. The exact same thing happened during the second verse in Kaisarion when I saw them in Albuquerque in 2023. Weird that it’s happened twice at shows I’ve been at.

Phantom does such a good job working the crowd. Watching him move around on stage is really fun. He went into a full back bend at one point and I was like 👀 hello

The ghouls in general are so much fun to watch. I’m 100% sold on their costumes now that I’ve seen them live. The way the light reflects off all the diamonds is captivating. The ghoulette’s wings!! I love them. Watching Rain’s veil move around was really something. They look so otherworldly and ethereal on stage.

Storm and Cirrus both did little devil horns with their fingers at various points during he show.

We got Call Me Little Sunshine instead of Majesty. Loved the kaleidoscope effect on the videos during this song. The way Papa moves is SO strange. Very robotic, almost animatronic. I’d love to know more about what exactly happens during that spot in the setlist someday.

I was shocked at how fast the show seemed to move. I wanted it to last foreverrrrr

We got Elizabeth and Ritual last night. The red and purple lights during Elizabeth were stunningggggg. I’m really hoping for Prime Mover in Austin.

Phantom and Dew’s guitar battle during Spirit was a blast to watch

Papa was so out of breath and asked how the fuck we do this - meaning living at elevation. So sorry king!! The elevation is a killer for a lot of artists that come through this neck of the woods. I don’t remember him being so out of breath any of the times I saw him in Albuquerque

Cried a little when he sang “the dark fascist regime WILL be gone” during FIAFL.

Dew still has his boot, the poor lad.

I wonder if there’s some sort of weird arcane anti-obscenity law on the books here - no fingering, subdued thrusting, we didn’t get the talk about giving yourself and or someone you love an orgasm tonight

Instead of saying he would take us out to the parking lot and do us all, he went on this little tangent about “I’ve heard that a foot massage can be a very sexual thing. I would give you all a foot massage if I could, but that would take all night”

I mean, if you’re offering I’m not gonna say no,,,

After the first chorus in Lachryma he did this very cummy moaning/groaning sound

Still not over what a delight it is to see his mouth move. I love his pouts and snarls and smiles and t e e t h. I also love seeing him move on stage. When he was skulking around during Mummy Dust - I die I cry etc etc. so good.

I had a blast giving out stickers and prints. I should have signed my prints smh! Some people asked to follow me on insta and then we had this moment of “oh yeah, our phones…” I’ll sign my prints for Austin.

Speaking of phones – I’m so glad Tobias made the decision to have us lock our phones away. I haven’t been to a concert without a smart phone since 2013. I feel like I remember so much more and was much more present during the concert.

But yeah - seeing how happy people got when I offered them goodies was an unmatched feeling. Can’t wait to do it again next week

A little girl near us was dressed like a rat. It was so cute.

All in all, what an amazing experience. I love this band and I love these fans

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He's definitely some type of creature or critter or bug, perhaps

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anyone here interested in some Storm/Reader, with a little bit of Dewdrop/Reader mixed in?

Contains: dubcon, knotting, exhibitionism, breeding, reader has a vagina, vaginal sex, masturbation

Imagine, if you will, that you are a newbie ghoul handler-- you've gotten to interact with the ghouls at the Monastery a bit, but mainly, you've just studied them.

With the summoning of the new ghoul, the Ministry decides that it would be best for you to join him on the tour, since your own newness might make the ghoul feel less alone.

The new ghoul (Storm, you've seen people call him online) has been doing so well. The first few shows, you could sense his nervous energy and reservedness, but by the third night, he's fitting right in.

Though you're still a novice at the job, you find that it's much easier than all of your studies had made it seem. Ensuring that the ghouls stay hydrated, diffusing tensions when a spat is about to break out, doctoring fingers cut by strings...it's actually pretty fun, all things considered. Even if the ghouls don't like speaking often, you find their body language is more than enough to see what they need. And the nun outfit the handlers wear is cute, to boot.

You try to pay special attention to the new ghoul to make sure he's comfortable and fitting in, but some of the other ghouls make it hard. Especially Dewdrop. He seems deeply interested in you, slinking up to you every chance he gets, sniffing at your hair and offering you guitar picks after shows. It's sweet, but he tends to interrupt your time with the new ghoul a lot.

One night, Storm gets a little aggressive with Dewdrop. As Dew approaches the two of you, his shoulders tighten and his eyes sharpen warily from behind his mask. You put a hand on his back in an attempt to calm him, but it only seems to do the opposite-- a low, warning growl rumbles in his chest as he stares daggers at Dew. Dewdrop, ever the troublemaker, only cocks his head to the side, staring back challengingly. You quickly diffuse the situation by guiding Storm away, not sure what the sudden tension is about

That evening during sound rehearsal, you're told that Storm is feeling under the weather (ha) so will be absent from the show tonight, and are asked to help out with the other ghouls instead.

You go about your duties as the ritual starts, but it's obvious that there's too many cooks in the kitchen, so to speak. The other ghoul handlers have their routine down pat, and while twiddling your fingers backstage and listening to Papa perform is nice, you're worried about Storm.

You ensure that everything is being handled and decide to go pay Storm a visit to see if he needs anything. You head to the tour bus, trying to recall all that you've read about ghoul ailments.

As soon as you enter, you can sense a shift in the air. It feels thicker, charged with something that you can't quite place. You can already see Storm-- he's sitting on his bunk, dressed in his uniform despite not performing tonight. His shoulders are slumped and his head is hanging, and you can see sweat darkening his chest. As you approach, he lets out a sort of growl-whimper and makes a forceful shooing gesture with his hand

He's always been so gentle with you, so you're hurt by the curtness of the action. Something is obviously wrong, and even if it's against his wishes, you approach him, voice soothing and low as you tell him he needs to lie down and asking if he needs anything....water? A change of clothes? Medicine?

He doesn't move, so you try to be more firm with him. You put your hand on his shoulder and try to ease him back on the bed, but he grabs your wrist, his grip shockingly strong and hot--he's burning up, possibly a fever. You're about to say as much, but he lets out a growl and yanks you forward and downwards, turning your half-word into a surprised squeak.

You've never experienced the strength of a ghoul firsthand. You feel like your world is turning as you're maneuvered around with incredible speed and ease. You think that this must be what a small prey animal must feel like when they're captured by a hungry predator.

In the blink of an eye, you find that you're flat on the bed, pinned under Storm's weight. You're sweating already--he's as hot as a furnace and laying himself fully on top of you. You can feel every breath of his against your face and in your chest, the push and pull of it, and the vibration of his deep, growling purr. Your dress got bunched up in the struggle, and you can feel the fabric of his costume against your bare thighs, and the strength of his leg muscles flexing spasmodically against you.

It's evident what's about to happen, but you still feel cold shock flood your system as he begins grinding against you, his knees prying your legs open so his groin is flush against you and rubbing directly against your cunt. It's only then that you realize that he's hard, the length of it dragging against your panties with rough desperation.

It's all so bewildering. A few moments ago you were entering the bus, and now you have this creature rutting between your legs. You cry out, but it's lost in the growling whine that Storm is panting out.

You try to push him off, but you might as well be fighting with a wall with how sturdy and strong he is. Storm's whine dips in a quavering, sad rumble, like he's trying to tell you that he's sorry, but he just can't stop.

He had always been so kind to you, and whatever is happening doesn't feel malicious...you rack your brain as you're rocked against the bed with Storm's hungry grinding. The sweating, the heat, the possessiveness, and now this...

Storm is in rut. It all adds up. There's precautions that should have been taken, but with him being brought into the Clergy in a hurry and your lack of expertise, you didn't recognize the signs until it was too late. Even though you're scared, you feel terrible for letting him get to this point. You've known Storm for only a short while, but you know this isn't who he is.

Storm whines and lifts up from you, allowing you a brief reprieve from his intense heat, but the relief is short lived as you hear the crackle-split of tearing fabric. You look between you just in time to see Storm's hand ripping open the front of his uniform, the soft weight of his belly spilling out of the torn fabric first, and then his thick, throbbing cock.

The cool air on his exposed skin makes Storm pant out a pained whine. His eyes peer down at you, dark and manic, but you swear you can see a glimmer of sorrow in them. You only get a second to stare up at him before you feel your panties being yanked to the side right before something impossibly hot and pulsing is pressed between your pussy lips.

All at once, he's inside of you. The sudden stretch of it burns and aches, and all you can manage out is a choked cry as his hips immediately begin pistoning against you. You want to thrash, you want to shout, you want to beg him to stop, but you don't. The shaking, whimpering whines that Storm is letting out makes you stay still as he uses you fast and rough-- he sounds so heartbroken, so pained, so desperate. You know he feels awful for doing this to you, and you don't want him to feel even worse.

You cling onto him, trying your best to breathe and stay calm as your hole is pounded-- it's ruthless in it's intensity and animalistic in it's rhythm. He hardly pulls out before shoving himself back in, again and again and again, more of a grind than a hump.

As terrified and overwhelmed as you are, the rubbing of his pelvis against your clit has your breath hitching and liquid heat pooling in your stomach. It feels wrong to be getting off to this, but your fear-riddled mind seems desperate to latch onto some sort of relief from the stress, and the stimulation Storm is inadvertently giving you is exactly that.

The pleasure slowly overtakes the pain. You feel your body loosening, accepting Storm into you with more and more ease. Your fearful hiccuped cries turn sweeter, breathier as your thighs tighten and the heat in your core starts to race towards it's peak

Storm seems to pick up on the change in your body, his whining noises melting into a rumbling, hungry growl as he bears down against you, pushing you deeper into the mattress as his hips fuck into you with more purpose.

And then, you feel it. The stretch you had only just become accustomed to burns anew-- you can feel something in you swelling to an impossible degree, and then liquid heat pumps into you, so hot that you can feel every ounce of it deep inside of you. Storm's hips are forced to still, no longer able to pull out, and he's left holding you far too tightly as he groans and whimpers, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm.

He's bred you. He's knotted you. You can feel it, pressed against your entrance from the inside, throbbing as he dumps his cum steadily into you.

He's whining again, a high keening sound in the back of his throat like a wounded animal, and you instinctively run your hands over his back, soothing him. You tell him that it's okay, that you hope he feels better, to not worry. Any sweet thoughts that come to your mind pour from your mouth in a comforting whisper, and it seems to help him. His grip loosens a bit, and he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck as he shivers.

And then the door opens. You yelp in surprise, but that's all you can do, because Storm is holding tight to you again, the warning growl he lets out rumbling against your ribs.

A lithe, familiar figure steps in and cocks his head, looking over the two of you with smug interest. It seems that the concert has ended, and rather than hanging out backstage or getting dinner, Dewdrop has decided to turn in early.

Storm snarls again, glaring at Dew as his hips churn against you as best as he can with his knot still plugging you. Dewdrop holds his hands up in a gesture of peace before sitting on the bunk opposite of you and Storm, his eyes never leaving the two of you. Storm's growls lower in intensity, but they still rumble against you as he grinds himself possessively into you. It's clear what he's saying, even without words; "This one's mine."

Dewdrop chirps before settling into a lazy purr, reclining back on the bunk as his hand slides down to his cock, stroking it through the thin fabric of his uniform. He's hard in seconds, his hand working himself full with deft, quick strokes. Storm is still grumbling, grinding into you more forcefully, but doesn't seem to object, as long as Dew doesn't come closer.

The steady, intense grinding lights up your core, your forgotten orgasm mounting once again in hazy, hot pulses. Realizing that you're physically unable to leave, trapped under Storm, a climax fast approaching while you're being watched by two sets of heated, hungry eyes...

You try to hold off, you really do. Small whimpers and gasps are wrenched from you as you fight the pleasure, and it only seems to work the ghouls up more--Storm fucks into you faster as Dew's hand speeds up, their grumbles and purrs filling the room.

Your climax hits hard and all at once. Your body jerks and squirms under Storm as your mind goes blank, the hot waves of your orgasm washing over you as you cry out weakly. You're only vaguely aware of the soft, pleased chitterings the ghouls share as you tremble and whine.

Storm mercifully stops his grinding and purrs happily as your pussy clenches in tight, overwhelming spasms around him as you finally start to come down. You fall limp against the mattress, heart hammering in your chest so hard that you're sure Storm can feel it.

You're still trying to regain your composure when you feel Storm raise his chest from you. He grabs your thigh and spreads it wider before pushing it into the mattress. Your curiosity overrides your fatigue and you raise your head enough to see what he's doing.

His head is turned towards Dewdrop as he pulls his pelvis as far from you as he can--which isn't much, with his knot-- but it's enough for Dew to see just how full Storm has you stuffed. Storm is showing you off... You realize what's happening as you feel his knot pressing against the inside of your entrance and find yourself clenching as your orgasm rears again, this time smaller and less intense, but still enough to make your toes curl. Dew's hand speeds up before stilling, his eyes drinking the both of you in as his purr grows to an almost deafening degree. He bucks his hips against his hand in rough pseudo-thrusts, and you can see a dark wet spot spread along his thigh.

Seemingly pleased, Storm cuddles back against you, his own purring tickling your entire body with it's fervor as your tired limbs relax under him. Dew stands up and offers a little wave before sauntering towards the bus door.

You're not really sure what sort of dynamic the two ghouls have--or what your dynamic with either of them is now. Sometimes studying doesn't prepare you for the real world...

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Oh shit hes about to throw down….

…..himself. Throw himself down……..

…He fell.

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A recruiter emailed me today regarding a previous position I was ignored for, and asked if I would apply for the same position in the next town over

Please please PLEASE let this lead to good things!

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I miss copia and his big ass head 💔

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This shot from the trailer made everyone else’s brain explode, right? It wasn’t just me? Wonderful.

prints // ko-fi

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Respect artists.

My friend, @sirlsplayland, is currently very upset about art usage. Was it stolen and put on a shirt on a shady website? Not this time - but on that note, try to avoid commenting "I want that on a shirt!" on Twitter etc. because it can trigger bots that will scrape it and post it on shady sites, and if you buy it, it's going to be crap quality.

Someone saw one of Sirl's recent artworks, and recreated it on a vest for a ritual, posting a video of part of the process on Tiktok and tagging the band asking them to notice them. That person didn't credit Sirl until Sirl commented on the video about it. The person did then add a tag to Sirl's profile, claiming that they hadn't been able to before. When I just checked this person's account to double check things, the video does not have any mention in the caption of it being Sirl's design, and I don't see Sirl's comment (potentially because Sirl has since blocked this person.) Sirl was perturbed but credit was finally being given. Then recently, Ghost shared a reel that showcased the person's painted vest. Being a reel, there was no chance to comment to say it was based on Sirl's design to try and get noticed by the band for credit and maybe a potential deal for merch. Now that isn't the wearer's fault, but it's added salt in the wound of not being credited originally, and how hard it is to get in touch with Ghost's merch team (Sirl's been trying, trust me.) Screenshot of the reel:

So respect artists. If their work inspires you to do something, say that they inspired you, give them the credit! It gives artists the warm fuzzies when they see people loving their stuff, and lets more people go check out their stuff!

This person is not alone in recreating Ghost art on jackets/vests, obviously, but there just need to be reminders to respect artists and give them credit - especially if you're using designs that are not official merch, those artists have at least been compensated (not that this means you shouldn't credit them when doing the art!) And don't make videos that make it look like the art design is your original idea. It takes so little to just mention who did the art, even if you "can't tag them" for whatever reason, type out their name in the description so that you at least acknowledge them, someone else may be able to tag them.

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V emote I made

Had fun making this bastard hehehe

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I have so many weird headcanons about Terzo being a menace:

● One time he came to mass hungover in his shades and instead of giving a sermon or talking about tour plans, he ordered everyone McDonald's and fell asleep in a pew.

● When he isn't in uniform, he wears terrible shirts any chance he can get. His favorite is one that says, "Let me see that butthole!"

● He got banned from a few venues because he got too inappropriate with the mic and actually told people to line up after the show so he could do them. He was really sad when management stopped him :(

● He has a redbull addiction. Idk why, but I can just see him constantly smoking a cigarette and chugging redbull before his show. It's so bad that the ghouls have tried to stage an intervention, but it made him worse. Now he hides them all over the tour bus.

● He was banned from using the ministry's business card cause he bought a bunch of dildos and super glued them to Copia's desk. Copia cried and the ghouls thought it was the funniest shit ever.

● Hates Olive Garden with a fiery passion because its not "authentic" but he is a slut for their breadsticks and orders them in secret. It's his deepest and darkest shame and he is oblivious that everyone knows it.

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I had the sudden urge to draw Rain in a skirt

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like a vampire should 🩸