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CW: slight gore and decapitated head. (Ghost)

A slightly old drawing I did about a month or two ago. So anyways this is Maru if they were an evil ghost

So here’s the line art from my sketch

i don’t know what to do here other than draw and sleep

Just ✨perfect✨

Ghost sketch dump

just another trope I'd like to see more of.

feral person A with leash holder person B, except, hear me out, it's not in the 'i own you' or 'i control you' kinda way.

it's in the way where person B is fully aware of how feral person A is...and simply shows them who to direct it on, gives them something to protect, gives them a target, the leash is just for show, just to let people know where the demon person A was sent from.

imagine in a fight or something and person A is holding back either not fighting and being somewhere else or not fighting at their full ability, only to get a nod from person B and everyone just goes "oh...shit" and person A is just like a switch, the leash has been dropped but in all honesty the leash was just there for show, for person A to find their way back like some giant bloodthirsty cat dropping off their prey proudly. and person B? you'd expect them to give person A a telling off, a lesson on morals at least...but no, they pat A's head proudly and praise them, tell them that they did such a good job

"look at you! you only killed five of the guys we needed alive!"

Everyone be lookin at person B like ' bitch get yo dawg' while person B is actively encouraging person A to be even more feral. (they probs think it's hot)

Priest!Johnny, Incubus!Ghost, Succubus!Reader has been mentioned in a convo of my friend and I when we were discussing Johnny's catholic upbringing. So Ghost and the reader tempting him into submission?

(I know incubus and succubus don't mean gender)

from my brief research an incubus is a male demon that fucks sleeping women and a succubus is a female demon who appears in dreams to seduce men....so there's a theme going on here lol. also a disclaimer, i know fuck all about religion, i may have gone to Catholic schools but it went in one ear and out the other so the religion part is probably really vague to avoid offending someone.

suggestive themes ahead read if you want, if not, scroll.

im imagining that ghost does all the work during the day, leaning against the poor priest who is trying to do his job, giving speeches and sermons, chest against his back as he whispers some of the filthiest things imaginable.

Johnny trying to give a speech "and then god said-"

only to hear ghosts grumble behind him

"fuck me till the sun comes up"

Johnny definitely halts and stutters, he knows he shouldn't but damn, he could feel the heat radiating from ghost behind him and that voice of his wasnt helping.

You and ghost are like a tag team, once Johnny settles in for the night ghost gives you a high five and goes to rest while you have your fun.

You switch his dreams from the usual ones of his family or pets or the occasional nonsensical dreams to ones including you, telling him to do whatever he really desires, and it almost worked if it weren't for the slip up of you mentioning ghosts name, after that he woke up and refused to go back to sleep.

You and ghost keep at it, day and night, trying to wear the stubborn priest out until one day you both appear in front of him, or rather, you on one side and ghost on the other, warm breaths against his ears as you both whisper to him and he finally cracks, it feels so good and yet he knows it's wrong, but he can't think for long when he has both you and ghost on him like animals.

i dunno how to end this one sorry, i feel like i didn't do the idea as much justice as i could've but i don't have much experience with religion or religious guilt so my apologies if this one turned out crap

Would thou write a little accidentally shrinking Simon's mask in the washer 🗣️

yes, I shall write a tibbit of shrinking the scary mans mask.

You had been trying to do him a favour, seeing him return with blood all over the damn thing. You'd had to practically peel the mask away from him even after he'd reluctantly agreed to let you wash it. Your efforts, while valiant, halted when you realised doing it by hand with an old toothbrush and wet sponge was getting you nowhere. So, after cursing whatever material he uses for the skull, you put it in the washing machine, thinking nothing of it...until you were met with a glowering ghost, towering in the doorway which would almost be horror movie gold if it weren't for the fact he was stood with a mask that clung to his face, the holes for his eyes were strained, making them look almost comically large. You could see the shape of his nose and how it was being pushed down, almost flat. You hold in your fit of laughter and end up in a staring contest which definitely did not help your composure. "Y/N" He growled, but instead of responding with fear you sputtered out a laugh, the way his mask clung to his mouth muffled his voice more than usual and you could the fabric straining against his mouth, reminding of you of those sheet ghost costumes but drenched in water. And so you ran for your life. Simon was never going to let you wash his mask again.

(this was my first ask! i hope i did your idea justice!) :]

thinkin about ghost....again

this ones a little nsfw?it's not like...staight up porn but theres like suggestiveness, so just to be safe minors be gone. im serious 😑 like, you can read anything else on my blog but stay away from this okay?

Ghost who matches readers freak. He'll wake up in the mornings with small bites littered across his arms or you squeezing at his chest.

Ghost who absolutely melts when you play with his chest, at first it may be a somewhat innocent action but after a while he'll let out the most pathetic whine because you've accidentally worked him up, which means it's your problem to fix.

Ghost who you'd expect to not want any roughness after his harsh job but when it's you he loves it. He'll offer up his hand or arm instead when he sees you biting at your nails or peeling the skin.

Ghost who's grown to love that gnawing sensation when you just needed to feel a certain pressure on your teeth. He won't admit it but he loves it when he looks down and sees his chest and neck covered in bites and bruises.

Ghost who knows you're not trying to hurt him or cause him pain (at least not too much)

Ghost who will gladly let you tackle him to the ground and do a bit of roughousing with you because god you look hot when you're staring down at him with that grin. so to no one's surprise your little wrestling match on the floor escalates.

Immortal souls ch1

CW: uhh...this shits kinda sad ngl, death, details of injuries and said death, swearing, dont think there's anything too bad but let me know if there is

The day was bright as you lay in the field, the grass swaying softly against your face, exhausted from the day spent running around, completing errands for the villagers and then proceeding to goof off with simon. Simon, who was currently beside you in the cool blades of grass, your pinkie fingers hooked together, too embarrassed to properly hold hands. You both speak soft promises into the sky above, the blues and pinks of the lowering yet still bright sun being covered by the patchy pattern of leaves from the tree that you and Simon had taken shelter under, being the witness to your words.

The two of you began your daily walk back, all laughs and jokes, smiles and subtle flirts.

"hah! you should have seen the fruit stall owner! the way he was chasing after me just for a simple apple."

Simon recounts his adventures of the day before you had met up for the afternoon. You sigh playfully at your thief of a friend.

"honestly, si....what am i going to do with you, hm?"

Simon smirks, loving the sound of your nickname for him on your tongue, the way you shortened his name sounded so much better than the harsh way that everyone else says it. He's about to make a crude comment most likely but you both get interrupted as you see flames and hear the distant yet deafening cries of the fellow villagers that echoes through the once peaceful afternoon.

The two of you run, as fast as you could, desperate to help, lungs burning as they frantically search for oxygen in the thick smokey air. You frantically search for your family, friends or anyone who could explain this sudden chaos.Y

Through the smoke of your burning village you and Simon come across a group of men holding torches, wearing odd metal masks, armed with blades, arrows and spears, things you'd hardly seen before in the shelter of your peaceful village. Though you both knew that it could be nothing good.

You pause, never having been in such a life threatening situation before, your instincts and common sense weren't quite up to par and why should they be when all you've known was peace, the only chaos was when Simon stole something from the market.

"um...escuse me gentlemen? Do you know-"

Your polite and timid words are abruptly cut short as they shoot an arrow, the metal tip barely missing your widened eyes and instead causing your cheek to bleed. You were frozen, you felt like crying, being sick and running away all at once. The overwhelming feeling of having danger so suddenly thrown in your face. Luckily for you, Simon managed to snap out of his own trance, grabbing you tightly and pulling you along.

"come on! we need to go!"

You run to the forrest in hopes of losing the men, weaving through the old and and sturdy trees, memories of the times you and Simon would spend hours up in the branches briefly flash in your mind before being promptly tugged again by Simon to the side, your eyes catch a glimpse of the spear that had just about missed your head.

The heavy breathing of you both echoes through the darkening forrest, your warm breath creating clouds of vapour in the air, your lungs sting with the sharpness of adrenaline and exercise.

The strange men clad in metal and weapons can be heard, their chasing relentless, voices yelling at each other to guide more of them towards you. It goes silent for a few minutes, the only noise in the seemingly empty forrest being you and Simon's heavy breathing which you both desperately tried to quiet.

You and Simon turn to each other, a smile of relief on both your faces. You were finally safe, you began to think of all the ways to save the villagers, maybe you could find a nearby lord? Or maybe they'd just leave on their own?

But it doesn't take long until everything around you seems to go dull, that relief you felt just moments ago going cold, as you watch the spear tear through Simon's chest, the cracking noise of sharpened metal breaking bones and flesh of the man you adored embedded in your memories forever. You fall to the ground with him, almost as if you had been wounded yourself. The strange men seemed to believe so anyways as they left, not even checking if you two were dead, almost like this whole thing was just for their own sick enjoyment, enjoying the pain of families watching each other die, their only relief being the hope of seeing everyone in the afterlife.

As you fell to the floor everything felt dark, dull, an empty feeling of loss covered you. The moss on the forest floor was cool against the heat of your living body. You could see the way his eyes were fading, that beautiful brown that made you think of nature and warmth, going a ghostly grey. Your hands grasp onto him.

"no...no,.no, no... si! Please dont, you have to stay with me. Im begging you! I cant be without you...si, please"

A tight feeling in your heart takes away the rest of your breath, you can't speak properly anymore, only managing garbled pleas as if that would save the dying man in your arms, as if that would get rid of the spear in his back that pierced through his chest. Through your begging you still couldn't manage to utter those three words that you'd both been hanging off the edge of your tongues, those three words that was so obvious between you yet because they were never spoken neither of you dared to go further than friends.

The trees suddenly felt like they were watching, mocking you for your feeble love, laughing at how easily he was dying. They loomed over you, the bark twisting into cruel smiles as you begged Simon to stay with you.

He tries to brave a smile, barely breathing as he gets out his final words.

"god....I love it when you call me that"

And with that you saw the playful light drain from his eyes, that oh so beautiful brown gone pale.

You cried, you don't know for how long but you remember seeing the sun disappear in the corner of your eye more than once. As you cried your grip on Simon's icy body only got tighter, as if you could transfer your warmth to him to bring him back.

Thinkin about ghost....

Ghost who sleeps with his back pressed firmly against the wall because he's been shot in the back one too many times, leaving it unprotected while he sleeps feels like a death wish to him

Ghost who bundles up his blanket to cover his front. The last thought before he sleeps is 'i hope the blanket is thick enough to stop a knife at least.'

Ghost who sleeps facing the door and with the window in a few short steps at most. He watches the door until the very last second, until sleep overpowers his eyes and they fall shut.

Ghost...who when he shares the bed for the first time practically uses you as a shield since you insisted on sharing the blanket. So of course you are now the substitute for his blanket shield. perfectly reasonable.

Ghost who, one night, falls asleep with his back facing you, not pressed up against the wall though he's still facing the door because someone needs to keep both of you safe.

Ghost who would never admit that the feeling of you pressed against his back was a lot more pleasant than the hard, cold wall, maybe even comforting.

Ghost who now can fall asleep so easily next to you, belly exposed like animals do to show trust, because he knows when he wakes up the worst thing you've done to him is draw on him.

Ghost who feels safe enough to lower his guard while sleeping.

Immortal souls

I know i should be writing my other fics but...i got a new idea so here, have some scraps

Simon and you who were bonded a long time ago, long before kings and knights. You spent your childhood together and grew up eating fruits off of trees from strangers land and it wasn't long until love blossomed just as the flowers on the trees did

However, flowers dont last forever and neither does love...or does it?

War breaks out in your small and isolated haven, both you and Simon tried to escape but the enemy was relentless.

it wasn't long until you sat there on the mossy bed of the forest, the smoke of your village being set ablaze slowly inching closer just as the claws of death were grasping for you and simon.

Unfortunately for you it turns out you're immortal, you dont know how and dear god you've tried to find out how.

Whatever cruel curse had been put upon you and simon that night, it took a while for you to figure it out but you seem to be immortal while Simon....simon wasn't, but don't fret, he got revived eventually. However his memories were long gone, barely being lost in time because you cling so desperately to them.

And now you stood in front of your one and only true love, time to relieve this hearwrenching cycle until the cruel gods take mercy on your human souls. Except...it's no longer your Simon, it's ghost now, even more broken than the last incarnation you saw of him. He speaks up, oh how accents have changed over time.

"sorry...who are you?"

should i make this into a proper fic?

What do you think?

im writing a fic. ghost (COD) x reader (probs gonna be male or gn but with like male in mind if that makes sense? like neutral pronouns but it might seem masculine in a way)

It's mostly going to be in the POV of the reader but what should i do when a character talks to them?

A short snippet of that fic

i did a poll ages ago for what kinda story i should do....the results said the majority of you wanted street racing au (car) Ghost x male reader (motorbike)

it's probably gonna take me a bit since i want to do some proper research into what cars and bikes but here's a little snippet, this might not make it into the final draft though.

The white light from the streetlights illuminate the road while the thunderous sounds of engines fill the air. One one side of you there's your fellow biker, her electric blue streaks popping in the dark of the night, on the other side of you there's a car. You glance over curiously which is when you notice....it's ghost...the fucking masked bastard who always wins, well not for long if you have anything to do about it. You grin under your helmet as you lean over, tapping the window of his car. He looks over and for a moment you think he has no eyes. bloody hell, his eyes were almost soulless. You shake that thought away, grinning under your helmet as you raise your hand and make a 'professional' and 'mature' gesture (you made the wanking gesture)

The flag girls begin their countdown.

"THREE!"

" TWO!"

"ONE!"

theres a pause

"GO!"

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let me know if you wanna be tagged or if there's any mistakes :]

What do you want?

ive got a few ideas swirling around in my noggin right now but the one i wanna try first i want to see what you lot would prefer to read. they're all pretty similar but there'll be slight changes. It's going to be male reader since thats what im used to writing

when i say bikes i mean motorbikes/ dirtbikes. Also my asks and messages are always open, just in case any of you want something.

The Evil Within (Justin Seagraves fanfic) FINISHED

Characters:

Justin: (guy in picture, male, 20's or 30's, brown or black hair, and brown eyes)

Christmas: (Female, 28, blonde hair, and brown eyes)

Max: (Female, 26, Red/orange hair, and green eyes)

Chapter 1: It's still here...

It was a rainy Friday and Justin, (who is the main manager of the Washoe Club in Virginia City, Nevada), was giving a tour just like he does any other day. But this day, was different. As he was walking up to the second floor to show the two friends, Max and Christmas the Ballroom, he immediately stops by the entrance, and stares blankly into space. This worries Christmas so she walks next to him and lightly taps his shoulder, and says, "Hey, you ok?". He then blinks and snaps out of it. " Yeah sorry. Just kinda zoned out. Let's continue", he says as he begins walking into the famous Ballroom, with the two swiftly following behind, taking pictures along the way.

Once the two girls were showed the Ballroom and the remaining parts of the second floor, they venture up to the third floor where a lot of activity is said to take place. Once there, they walk for awhile, getting shown the different rooms and getting told their history along with any pictures or evp's, until they reached, the infamous Redroom. Upon entering, Max starts feeling sick and hearing ringing in her right ear. "Hey Christmas, I'm starting to feel a bit unwell". This causes concern for her best friend, so she turns and says, " Are you ok? Do you need to step out for a minute?". Max shakes her head. "I think I'll manage. Besides, we're a team right?". She says as she smiles at Christmas causing her to smile as well.

After about 10 or so minutes of getting told the history and being shown some eerie pictures that were taken in the room, Justin being in front of them, says, "It will follow you home". The two girls stop and look at each other with a confused look. 'Why would he say something like that?' They brush it off and continue with the rest of the tour. Little did they know, unimaginable things were about to happen.

End of Chapter 1.

Chapter 2: "It followed me home"...

In the past, Max and Christmas haven't seen or really even heard of anything "paranormal" in their lives. Yeah sure, Christmases grandparents may have died in her house when she was little, (which the two best friends now both share together), but there was never anything out of the ordinary, like the things you would see on scary movies or tv shows. That was, until they stepped foot into the Washoe Club. Upon entering the old historic building, they both began to feel a heaviness and even start to believe in the paranormal.

Shortly after getting finished with their tour, the 3 of them go back down to the first floor and enter the bar area. Max however, goes to the bathroom since she still isn't feeling well from the Redroom, which leaves Christmas and Justin. Christmas walks over and sits on one of the bar stools, and leans her head in her hand on the counter. "Hey Justin?", she says looking over at the man. "Have you ever personally witnessed anything paranormal while working here?" Justin looks over to the girl and says, "Yeah, actually"..."Care to share?". This causes Justin to narrow his eyes and shake his head almost as if a thought had came into his head. "It's something I don't really like talking about". " If you don't mind me asking, why?". She stares at him for a little while, while waiting for an answer.

Suddenly, he walks over and sits down next to her. "It followed me home". She then puts her arm flat on the table. Shocked. " What did?" He looks at her, almost like he was afraid of telling her. "The evil". She looks at the front, where the drinks were. " You mean, like a spirit?" She says then looking back at the man. He shakes his head. "It's something more than that. Its powerful". She then stares at him (again), wondering if, maybe coming to this place wasn't such a good idea. Soon after, Max comes out and sits at one of the other stools next to her best friend. Some things are better left unsaid.

End of Chapter 2

Chapter 3: The incident...

"So what'd I miss?" Max asks her friend excitedly. "Oh nothing much. Justin here was just telling me a story of sorts". She stops and looks at Max who is starting to smirk at her. "Was it just a story?" She said in a teaseful tone. Christmas can't believe what Max is doing right now, so she pulls her aside. "Girl, why are you acting so weird? Is it something I said?" Max shakes her head and puts her hand on her shoulder. "You likeeeee him" Christmases eyes widen and she immediately takes her hand off and scoffs. "Bro, he's one of the tour guides. Why would I like someone like that?" Max clicks her tongue and shakes her head with a smile. "I see the way you look at him. It's soooo obvious". Christmas looks away a bit embarrassed. "Yeah, cause I'm just, you know, seeing what he's doing". Max giggles and walks back to the bar area where Justin is on his phone.

An hour went by of the three talking to each other, so they decide to take out their sleeping bags and cameras for the night. The girls sleep next to each other while Justin, sleeps a little further away from them (for uh yk privacy reasons). However, later that night, Justin gets awoken by what looks to be one of his older friends walking up to the second floor into the Ballroom. He gets up, puts his hat on, gets his phone light out, and walks towards the stairs where the mysterious figure had previously gone. When he entered the massive room and shines his light around, he realized that no one was there and that his mind must have been playing tricks on him. Though, as he goes to leave, he sees a black shadow like figure appear in front of him and go through him. He drops his phone and falls onto the old wooden floor. He passed out.

The next morning, the girls wake up and check the time. 9:30 A.M. So they decide to get breakfast at one of the places in town. After they finish, they take the time to walk around the beautiful historic town. When they come back to the Washoe Club, they see Justin coming downstairs from finishing a tour. However that wasn't the weirdest part. He had a bloody nose. So upon seeing this, Christmas, being the most worried for him, goes to him and asks, "Oh my god Justin, are ok?" He makes a confused look. "What do you mean? I'm fine" She shakes her head and pulls out her phone to show him his reflection. His face turns to shock. "Wow, I guess I never noticed". She then puts a hand on his shoulder. " Justin if someone hur-" "No one hurt me Christmas, I'm fine". She removes her hand. " Ok, well I'll uh let you get cleaned up and then we can watch that footage from last night, alright?" She says calmly. He nods and walks to one of the bathrooms. A short while later, they all three check the footage and don't really see anything. That is, until around 2:45 A.M where the girls see Justin get up and go to the second, only to never come back down. Max seeing this, backs away from the computer and looks at the man. "So Justin, care to tell us why you went upstairs in the middle of the night?"

Silence. "Justin" she says, snapping a finger in front of him. He looks up at her. Confused. "What?" "I said, care to tell us why you went upstairs in the middle of the night?". He looks back at the computer. "Oh that. Well you guys probably aren't going to believe me but", He looks to the girls, "I saw one of my older friends walk up to the Ballroom. So I followed them. Turns out, there was no one up there. Must have just been my imagination playing tricks on me" After hearing this, Max says, "So then why didn't you come back down after?". He takes a moment before saying, "I guess I was too tired to come back, so I slept up there". Max didn't believe him and Christmas was starting to worry about him. Why was he not telling the truth? Is something happening to him?

End of Chapter 3

Chapter 4: Betrayal?...

Later that day, the girls are on mindlessly scrolling on their phones in the bar area, when Christmas sees Justin walking up to the second floor. So, she does what any nice person would do. She slightly gets up, waves and says, "Hi". But Justin, just continues walking up the stairs, ignoring her.

Christmas noticing this, sits back down on the stool and says, "Did you see that?" Max looks up from her phone and says "See what?" Christmas then looks to the stairs. "I saw him. Justin, walking up the stairs, so I said hi, and he didn't say anything back" Max looks at the stairs then back at her and smiles. "Aww are you sad your crush isn't noticing you?" Christmas looks at her in disbelief and says, "Max I'm being serious. Something is wrong with Justin. I'm worried about him" Her friend shakes her head and looks back at her phone. "I'm sure its nothing. Besides, he probably didn't hear you". Christmas sighs and looks back at the stairs one last time. "I hope your right" Maybe nothing is wrong. Maybe all of this is just a trick of the mind.

End of Chapter 4

Chapter 5: Seeing things...

During that evening when the girls come back from having dinner at one of the restaurants in town (with takeout) and everyone in town cleared out, they see Justin coming out from where the spiral stair case is. They both say hi and he says hi while they sit down in the common area where the Crypt is. After talking and telling each other stories from their past, Max brings up the incident earlier. "So Justin, I don't know if you remember this but uh Christmas here," She lightly nudges her friend, "was a little upset that you didn't say hi to her when you were going up to the second floor". Christmas begins to turn a bit red.

He looks at Christmas, then back to Max. "I wasn't even in the building during that time. I was over at the Union". Christmas looks at him confused. "How is that even possible? I saw you. You were wearing your hat and everything". He takes a bite of his food and says, "Are you sure it was me?" She nods. "Same outfit and everything. Although, the hat you were wearing was backwards". Justin sighs and looks to his left. "I think you were seeing things, Christmas. I wasn't here". "But Justin I-" "No" he growls while getting up. "You don't know what your talking about". Then he turns and walks outside.

The girls sit there. Dumbfounded by what just happened. The blonde gets up. "Where are you going?" Max says worried. She looks at her friend. "Something's wrong with him Max, and I'm not gonna sit around and do nothing". She says walking toward the direction Justin had just went. Once Christmas reached the outdoor area outside the Spiral Staircase, she sees him, standing in a still position, just like he did at the entrance to the Ballroom. "Uh Justin, look about earlier I-" "Christmas, stop!" "Huh?" She says confused. He turns around slowly. His gaze at the ground, before finally meeting hers. She squints her eyes (due to him wearing a hat) and notices that he's smiling and that there is almost what looks to be blood tears running down from his eyelids. Did someone or something hurt him?

End of Chapter 5

Chapter 6: What's happening?..

"Christmas, stop!" Max yells at she runs to pull her friend away from the busy road. Once she's pulled away from the street, Max scaredy asks, "Christmas, what are you doing?! You could've been hit by a car!". Christmas stands there in a confused state. "I, uh, what?" Max then looks behind them towards the building then back to her. "Is something wrong? Why did you come out here?"

"It's nothing" She says crossing her arms and looking away. Max then grabs her arm to redirect her attention. "Christmas, this whole thing is not nothing! You were about to cross the street! And you were talking to someone! Who were you tal-" "It's nothing, Max! Leave it alone!" She snaps, getting out of Max's grip. Max raises her hands in defeat. "Ok, ok. Sorry. Look. Why don't we just go back inside, alright? Whatever you saw or think you saw, almost got you killed. Just remember that". Max growls.

She nods and they both head back inside. Once back in the building, Max walks to the Common Area in the Museum and Christmas, walks to one of the bathrooms with her arms crossed and her head down. Upon entering the bathroom, she walks over to the sink, turns the faucet on, and splashes water on her face. She then turns the faucet off and puts her arms on either side of the sink. She stands like that for a couple of seconds. Thinking. "What's happening to me?". When she finally looks up, she sees her reflection. Tears are starting to form in her eyes. So she grabs one of the towels to dry her face off. Then she backs up to the wall behind her, and slowly sinks down it onto the floor, with her face hiding in her knees. This place, is not what it seems.

End of Chapter 6

Chapter 7: Scared...

Staying in the bathroom for that long was starting to cause concern for Justin since he wasn't informed of what had taken place earlier. So he walks over to the redhead. "Hey Max, is everything alright with Christmas?". She glances up at him. Almost like she was mad at him. "No actually". She says putting her phone down. " She was almost killed, Justin. About to cross the road, all cause she thinks, she saw someone. But I guess that was all in her head". His eyes move from left to right trying to come up with an explanation as to what she was talking about. "Who was she talking to?" Max looks away. "She won't tell me. Says it's all 'nothing'". "Do you think I could go try and talk to her?" She shrugs her shoulders and Justin turns and walks over to the door to the bathroom in which Christmas was in.

He knocks. "Christmas, are you ok in there? Max told me a little bit about what happened". Silence. Then all of a sudden, he hears the door unlock, and he slowly backs away from the door. When it opens, she looks up at him and he can instantly tell that she was crying. As she starts walking away from him, Justin grabs her arm. "What's wrong Christmas? Why are you crying?". She stands there and then turns to look at him. "I don't wanna talk about it. Just, leave me alone." She says, getting her arm out of his with a hick in her voice. She then crosses her arms (again). The next thing you know, more tears are forming in her eyes. She tries looking away from him. Seeing Justin in front of her, unharmed, made her happy. But it also made her scared since she doesn't know what's happening.

"Hey," he says calmly, bringing up his right thumb to catch a tear that was beginning to roll down her face. She uncrossed her arms and looked up at him. He starts smiling. So, she hugs him. "Woah!". He says surprised, but then hugs back. "Christmas, whatever or whoever you saw out there wasn't real, ok? I'm ok". She sniffles and slowly walks a little out of the embrace, with red, puffy eyes. Justin moving his hands to sit in his pockets. "I, I saw you, Justin. Remember when me and M-max came back with takeout and she was explaining how you didn't say hi to me when I waved to you? You I don't know, you just, snapped at me, and stormed off outside" He nods, hinting for her to continue. "So I ended up following you. When I got outside, you were just standing there. You weren't moving or anything. Until I was about to apologize"

More tears started threatening to spill. "When you, when you did finally turn around, I couldn't get a good look at your face cause of your dang hat, but when you did manage to look at me, y-your eyes Justin," She wiped away a tear. "It almost looked like you were crying blood. And you were smiling at me. Next thing I knew, Max was screaming at me, telling me what in the world I was doing. She was so upset and scared. And I-I didn't even know what to do, o-or even how I managed to get that close to the street. Justin, please, tell me you have some clue as to what's going on". He nods and catches another tear. "It's one of the entities here Christmas. They're just playing some sick joke on you. Look," He says pointing to his eyes. "Do you see any blood?" She looks into his brown eyes and sees no signs of blood or anything. "Just, if you think anything like that is going to happen again, just get Max or myself, ok?" She nods and hugs him again. He hugs back and then rests his head on hers that's in his chest, and rubs her back with his free hand, in a comforting manner. Maybe everything is fine.

End of Chapter 7

Chapter 8: Scratched...

The two disembark from the embrace and Christmas wipes away a tear and looks away in embarrassment. "I'm uh sorry, Justin" He puts a hand on her shoulder. "Its ok Christmas. I understand what you saw scared you". She nods. "I think we should get back. Max is probably worried about me". When the two finally get back, Max looks at them. "You two sure took your sweet time". "Uh, yeah we were um just talking. About stuff" She says scratching her head. Max smiles. "Well, if you two are done, I'd actually like to talk about what happened, if that's, you know, ok with you Christmas". She looks away. "I think she needs to process all of this. Besides, she doesn't know what the entities are capable of doing. Not like I do" Justin says. Max, being the skeptic that she is, doesn't really trust Justin. Ever since the two arrived at The Old Washoe, he hasn't really told them much about the things some of the spirits can do. Other than scratching and pushing people.

Nightfall soon comes, and the girls pitch out their sleeping bags to get ready for the night. Max however, wants to try and stay up to see if Justin would do anything odd like he did a couple of nights ago. But being overly tired, she doesn't. Later that night, Christmas is awoken to what sounds like someone walking on the second or third floor. Its weird since her, Max and Justin should be the only three people in the building. Curiosity gets the better of her. She gets her phone and puts on one of Max's sweatshirts that she isn't using and heads for the stairs. But just as she reaches the first step, she hears Justin almost like grunt in his sleep. She sighs and walks over to make sure he's ok. "Probably just a bad dream" she whispers to herself. Then she turns around and heads upstairs. When walking up the stairs, she gets an uneasy feeling. Almost as if there are things watching her. After getting to the top of the stairs on the third floor, its dead silent. She walks around for a bit, shining her phone light. Around 5 minutes go by and she somehow ends up in the Redroom. "There's nothing bad in here. I think they're just giving this room a bad reputation". Suddenly, as she's turning to leave, she feels a painful sting on her back. " Ow! What the f***!?".

As a result of whatever that was, she runs back downstairs, almost tripping here and there. Once she gets back to the first floor, she sees that Max and Justin are still asleep. "Wow, guess they're heavy sleepers". Since both of them are still asleep, she heads back into the bathroom to try and figure what that pain is on her back. She goes in, locks the door, and gets her phone out to take a picture. 'SNAP'. She looks at the picture. Three angry, red scratch marks go down her back. "Justin did mention something known to scratch people" she thinks quietly out loud. Afterwards, she heads back out into the Common Area and goes back to sleep. Morning soon comes, and Christmas wakes up to her back aching and rain pouring outside. But, no sign of Justin or Max. She gets up and walks around. "Max?! Justin!?". No answer. For that reason, she goes back on her sleeping bag and goes on her phone to pass the time by. 20 minutes pass and she hears the door by the Spiral Staircase open and close quickly. She looks over and hears Justin and Max talking while coming into the Common Area, with a bag. "Hey, where'd you guys go?" "Oh we went to get breakfast" Max says holding up a brown paper bag. After the two get dried off from running in the rain, they all have breakfast together. Nothing like a rainy morning to get a weird incident started.

End of Chapter 8

Chapter 9: The demon...

Once everyone finished breakfast, the girls decided to go for a walk around the small town again, while Justin would stay at the Washoe in case anyone stopped by. "Hey Justin, me and Max are gonna go for a walk around town. Did you wanna come?" He looks up from his phone. "Huh, uh no thanks. I'm gonna stay here in case anyone wants to pop in. You two have fun. And be safe". He smiles and Max grabs Christmas's arm. "Ok dadddd". Then, they were gone. He sighs and goes up to the second floor into the Ballroom where he had passed out after seeing a black shadow figure pass through him. He sits down in the middle of the big room and closes his eyes. He sits like that for what feels like an eternity until he hears the two downstairs come in laughing. He gets up and goes back down to see what all the cam motion is about. The two friends are sitting next to each other, laughing at what looks to be a video on their phone. The blonde looks up. "Oh, hey Justin" He smiles. "I heard you two laughing, so I thought I would down to see". "Oh my god you have to show him, Christmas!" "Ok, ok, Justin come here". He walks over and she shows him the video to which he starts cracking up.

Later that day, the girls (acting like fangirls) bring Justin along with them around the town again. They talk and laugh until they see that there isn't a whole lot of people out. There has been a theory that everyone leaves the town around 5 or 6 p.m cause its so haunted. Or maybe its cause half the people that were there were tourists and had to leave. Nevertheless, the three go back to the Washoe. After they came back, Christmas's back started to bother her and Max took notice of this. "Hey, are you ok?" She nods. "Its just my back has been hurting me". She looks around. "Want me to check?" Christmas bites her lip. If she does show Max, she'll be questioned for sure. "I don't know if that's a good idea Max" "Come on". Christmas sighs and shrugs her shoulders. "Ok". So Max walks over to her and slowly pulls up her shirt to reveal three red scratch marks going down her back. "Oh my god Christmas, did you rub up against something?" Silence. Then she says, "I may have gone up to the Redroom last night, and I may or may not have been scratched by a spirit" Max clicks her tongue. "Why didn't you tell me or Justin earlier?" "I didn't wanna worry you guys. Especially you, Max".

They both decide to keep it a secret as to not worry Justin even though, he's seen and heard people get scratched all the time while working here. Night comes, and just like every other night the girls get their sleeping bags out for the night and head to sleep. That is, except for Justin, who has been having night terrors. 5 minutes pass since the girls went to sleep and he's just not having it. He gets up and goes to the Redroom. Due to what Christmas was telling him, he knew that the "dark thing" that is known for scratching and pushing people, was what caused her to almost cross the street and get killed. As he enters the room, he smells sulfur (which means there's a dark spirit), and feels a heaviness fall on him. He sits by the back facing the hallway, when he begins to hear noises. "If you're the thing that caused Christmas to almost cross the street the other day, can you make a noise? Speak, so I can hear you?" Nothing. Then suddenly he hears a whisper in his ear. Its hard to make out at first, but then it says it again, louder for him to hear. "yOu'Re MiNe!" Then he feels a sharp pain in his chest, almost as if something is stabing him which causes him to make pained noises. Yeah sure, he's had something follow him home, but never anything like this. Then his nose begins bleeding and his vision goes blurry. Soon after, he passes out. Never mess with the darkness.

End of Chapter 9

Chapter 10: "I'm sorry"...

The next morning, the girls wake up, to see that Justin, is nowhere in sight. They look around the floor they are on but, to no avail. Christmas, becomes immediately concerned since she and Max have noticed that he's been acting different and well, she cares about him a lot. "Max, something's wrong" "Maybe he just went to get breakfast or something, right?". She looks around, thinking. "Maybe". But little did they know, that the man they were so desperately looking for, was upstairs, in the Ballroom.

*Earlier*

It had to be around 3 in the morning when Justin regained consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the wood floor beneath his head was stained with blood. He sits up and takes his phone out to check. To his surprise, he had no concussions that he could see. His nose had dried up, but it was still visible that it had bled at sometime. However when he goes to try and leave the room, he feels that same stabing pain from earlier and falls onto on of his knees with his head down. Then, he can barely see what looks like blood dripping onto the floor below him. His puts his finger to where his nose has been bleeding, but, that wasn't the culprit. It was coming from his eyes. He blinks quickly for a second, trying to understand what was happening. As he gets up, he feels something. Something taking control of his body and mind. Then, nothing.

*Back to present*

Time goes by and the two still haven't heard or seen Justin anywhere. So as the sun is going down, they decide to go ask around the town. Not even 20 minutes of being out there, and Christmas was starting to really worry. "Max, I'm scared. What if something happened to him?" She was now starting to panic so Max pulls her to the side and puts her hands on her shoulders to try and calm her down. "Christmas, its ok, he's ok. Just breath" she says breathing in and out slowly. Christmas follows her instructions and copies her. "Thanks" "No problem. Let's try and find someone before it gets dark" Christmas nods and they walk around. Sadly however, no one has seen him except for when he was with the two girls. After about an hour of trying to find someone else, they just head back to the building since it was dark, and there wouldn't be anyone out anymore. They lock the building up and decide its best to try and get some sleep for night.

Christmas, just can't shake the feeling that he's actually still in the building and they didn't bother to look around more. While Max is still asleep, Christmas goes into the bar area to find a weapon just in case. She finds a knife. Next, she goes and grabs her phone and begins to walk up the stairs to the second floor. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she looks to her right towards the Ballroom, but couldn't quite see anything. So she shines her light into the room, and sees a silhouette of someone sitting on their knees facing away from the entrance to the room. As a result of this, she quietly walks into the massive room, making sure to not cause any noise. She looks around and on closer inspection of the mysterious person, it turned out to be Justin. Sitting on his knees, his arms in his lap, his head down and his eyes closed. "J-justin?" She says coming closer. All of a sudden, his head perks up and he slowly gets up, his arms now at his sides. Then, just like what happened outside, he turns and looks to her. His eyelids spilling blood down his cheeks and a smile appearing on his face. She hesitantly takes a couple of steps backwards. "What's wrong Christmas? I thought you would be glad to finally see me". His voice sounded like Justin's. Or so she thought.

She takes another step back before accidentally falling. "Agh!" She says shocked. This gives him time to get closer. While she's still on the ground, Justin kneels down in front of her. This allows her to get a good look at him. His once brown eyes are now a tint of black, while there is now red lines staining his cheeks. And that smile. He tilts his head. "Aw, don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. Yet. I'm sure Justin wouldn't want that". He gets up and turns around. She's mad now. This demon, or whatever is harboring his body is taunting her. She takes her knife out and runs at him with it. As she raises her hand to try and stab him, he turns around and grabs her arm, hard, causing her to drop the knife, and kicks her in the stomach to get her to fall. And fall she does. "I told you I wouldn't hurt you. But I guess you just want to be" he sneers. But as he goes to pick up the knife that dropped, he hears someone yell, "Stop!". He looks to the voice, and it's Max. At the entrance to the Ballroom with a gun. "I'll shoot!" He smiles again and looks at Christmas. But just as he's about to charge towards Max, Christmas grabs the knife and stabs him in the shoulder which in turn, causes him to fall. "LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU DEMON!" She yells, starting to punch him. He lays there. Laughing. Then he pushes her off with such force, she gets knocked out by whatever she ends up getting hit against.

Max doesn't know what to do. Actually she does. She shoots the ground in front of him as a warning. He looks to where she shot then back to her. "What do you think your going to do? Shoot me?" He smirks. "I will if you give me no choice!" "If you do, think about how SHE'LL feel. Losing someone so important to her". He says glancing to the blonde on the ground. Her eyes widen and her hand begins to lower. She didn't think that Christmas actually liked him like that. She stands there. Pondering what to do. Then she sees Christmas begin to get up with a hand on her head. So she runs to her and hugs her. "Oh my god your ok!" "She will be" she backs up a bit. "Huh?" Max looks and sees Christmas smiling and pointing behind her. When she does, she feels something sharp pierce her skin and liquid beginning to pour from her neck. Justin had just slashed her. He played a trick to make it look as though Christmas got up, but really, she didn't. The redhead falls to the ground, choking on her own blood. Justin clicks his tongue. And turns around. "Too easy" he says beginning to laugh. But little did he know, Christmas sadly was conscious during that whole thing. And he forgot about the gun she had. So she crawls, picks the gun up, and stands. She looks up to the man, then back down at the gun. Then she slowly raises her armed hand, faces away and shoots. 'BANG'. Someone falls to the ground. She opens her eyes, and there Justin is, on the ground. And so, she drops the gun and runs to him. "Justin!" She flips him over so his head is laying in her lap while he's passed out.

Luckily, she only shot him in the leg. While she's dialing 911, she sees him slowly open his eyes. His natural brown color is back. He looks over to her and faintly says, "I'm sorry". She smiles. "It's ok, It's ok" she says, beginning to cry and putting his forehead to hers. Before she knows it, ambulances and police arrive and wheel Max away on a tarped gurny and Justin into one of the ambulances. Later, one of the detectives comes and asks her, "What happened here miss?" She doesn't say anything. She just stares at the spot where Justin laid. Everything happened all at once. She lost her best friend and could've lost Justin too. So since he doesn't get an answer, he gets up and walks away back to the rest of the police. After an hour, they all leave and she stays. A little over 30 minutes go by, and she goes to wash up. After that, she decides to go to sleep. But she can't. Instead, she cries herself to sleep. At the loss of her best friend, Max. This place will make a monster out of you

End of The Evil Within

So you might be wondering, why? Well cause of my imagination and brain actually. So I had an idea in my head like, what if, Justin, gets possessed by one of the more evil and dark spirits causing him to act different? Reason is, is because he works at the Washoe Club in Virginia City which is one of the most haunted places in America, and is said to hold evil in its walls.

I have a YouTube channel as well: https://m.youtube.com/@coconutfrost

Justin's YouTube channel: https://m.youtube.com/@Ghoaster

I love this art, and I love the new album! So gorgeous! I love the line work. It looks so similar to the official art in the cd books.

Peacefield took me a second, but it’s fine because so did Lachryma- and I love that song so much! So Peacefield until Satanized is great, but the next two are kind of hit or miss for me. Cenotaph until the end is incredible and fabulous. I knew I would adore ‘marks of the evil one’ just from the title😂. I am so excited for my cd to arrive!

happy skeleta day 💜

I feel like a fake fan because I still can’t tell them apart… I’m sure that if I dedicate any actual effort to learning who each one is, I’ll be right as rain, but so far I have no clue.

Keeping this for future reference.

Some people had questions for the new era about how to tell the ghouls apart. So I made a handy flow chart! I hope this helps (:

I need people to stop making Primo nice. The dude is unhinged and evil and terrible and THAT'S WHY I LOVE HIM.

Any smut involving the man should include him killing the other person like a preying mantis.

His first suggestion to his brothers when they come to him for advice is to sell their soul to the Devil even further to make the issue go away. The next suggestion is murder.

He eats nosey reporters who stray too close to the Ministry. He hunts people for sport.

The reason Imperator had him specifically killed was NOT because she was worried about him getting up in arms about Copia's assention, it was because they were running out of cover-up money for his numerous crimes

Nihil should be baffled as to how he produced such offspring.

Hello? Is anyone out here? Can anyone here me? Where is my crazy evil old man?

The purple ones must stick together.

obsessed with the fact that skeletour's setlist has EIGHT meliora's songs

Cowbell ghoul!?! I was literally joking this morning about brining them back! Success.

Monstrance clock, my beloved!

I’m so excited for the new album!!! And I can’t wait to see more videos and photos on the instagram. I can’t wait to see Perry smile more!🖤🖤🖤

Freaking out about the Skeletour show in Glasgow

Peacefield is a Banger

The new stage is phenomenal, it just keeps getting BIGGER. first the curtain with giant rips in then the new stage with stone plinths for the ghouls and lights everywhere including under the drum riser. Then the stony walls fell down to reveal the usual stained glass windows and then the stone archways fell down and nearly took out Mountain. Then it was revealed that it was actually a massive LED screen

I got so excited that they were playing Majesty that I didn't immediately notice he was FUCKING FLYING. My sister was like omg flying and I was like omg Majesty and then we were both like OMG HIS MAJESTY

I started noticing the double kick drum during Ritual and after. I don't know enough about drums to say what was different it just was more idk

We were in the gods so we couldn't fully appreciate the GIANT MOVING truss grucifix of moving lights but she's a work of art. We could see the labels in the trucks as we left and they had a whole truck just for floor lights (the under drum riser lights are gorgeous) and they had at least 3 more for lights. No idea how to pack a giant moving rus

Lost my shit when they started playing Umbra I've been waiting fucking months to hear more than the opening bars!! I cannot wait to hear it again properly (it's only 9 days not that I'm counting)

Fucking cowbell ghoul is back for Umbra did not see that coming

Monstrance Clock is back too I didn't see that coming either and I'm so happy!!!! And the little smirk he did when he got to say "conclusively, I give you Monstrance Clock" for the second time in years, knowing we were about to lose our collective shit, was yet another wonder of no mask papa

We got sad about it ending and he was "you can go out and tell everyone about the amazing time that you had. Or at least you can tell everyone about the amazing time that I had"

He got his I/we/they/him mixed up which is always funny like "back at the assembly where we, no they, well I suppose I'm part of it now so we, and I thought, no they thought-"

He name dropped The Cathouse but didn't know if it was still running and then was like "I know a lot about the past, but I don't know much about the future" and then straight into The Future is a Foreign Land. Musical theatre levels of speech into song and he said "this is a song my dad used to sing to me" and they changed it to 2034 (I had wondered if they were going to change it to 2025 and have a new rhyme but that works)

There was a delay letting people in and my theatre brain wants to know what technical issue stopped them opening the house?? Was he stuck in the air?? Was the moving grucifix of moving lights refusing to move?? Did the LED screen decide not today satan ??

*sobbing* He’s so gorgeous! Just beautiful😭

OH HES FUCKING SMILING IM SO COOKED.

God it’s such a uniquely Ghost fan experience to be excited to see your frontman’s lips move for the first time.

Exactly.

You draw a lot of soft big brother Primo and for that I'm super grateful but like, do you have any art/ideas for unhinged Primo who wants to punch pandas and invade countries and all that? Just curious 👀

Sorry for the long delay :'] I’m sorry I don’t currently have any doodles or art of unhinged Primo, but that doesn’t mean I’m not plagued by Primo thoughts.

The big disclaimer here is that this is all personal headcannons; I’m the type of Ghost fan that generally wants to follow the cannon, but also, you know, is more than fine with adapting and extrapolating a few things… So, all this is about my Personal Primo conjecture lol

Everything we’ve ever gotten about Primo in cannon paints him as batshit crazy, but somehow fandom morphed him into a much gentle figure. And I honestly enjoy both sides and think he can be both :’]

Like… Primo loves his little brothers, but hates humans. He grows a beautiful garden but anticipates the day it will be destroyed in Armageddon. He makes tea blends with the same precision he would conduct a sacrificial ritual. He curls up in an armchair next to a cozy fireplace with an ancient tomb on demonology in his lap. There is a non-zero amount of dead bodies in his garden, feeding the flowers with their decaying flesh.

And he believes there’s something beautiful about that; the cycle of life and death, the miracle of life and the necessity of death.

Primo hates the government and he hates society; he hates humanity. He believes it to be corrupt and evil – and looks forward to the day that it reaps what it deserves. It also means that he doesn’t have a lot of personal objections to doing ‘evil’ things, himself.

I do not think that makes him a complete monster (because completely chaotic evil characters aren’t that interesting to me). Primo doesn’t go out of his way to be cruel.

Like, Primo has no qualms with sacrificing a goat or lamb on the alter, but wouldn’t kick a puppy. Primo wouldn’t hesitate to kill a man if he deemed it necessary, but he’s always kind to children. He would burn down a government building for fun, but he wouldn’t burn down a family home. He would absolutely have a reporter abducted because the Clergy kept badgering him to do interviews, but would see to it that the reporter had lunch.

Now – the Ghost Project.

Primo had no interest in it. He looked at his father, who he hates, and the flashy, rock n’ roll lifestyle, and quickly decided he wanted nothing to do with it. But he wasn’t given a choice in the matter. He does come around to aspects of it, though. He realizes that music can be a powerful tool to lure people into the Ministry. He realizes that he can influence people with music.

He commits to Ghost; writing songs and performing, singing Satan’s praises. His time as frontman is dedicated to his dark lord. Primo does not want the Ghost Project to be about him – he wants it to be about the message, alone. So, he tries to stay anonymous. He tries to stay separate.

But the people want a rockstar, they want interviews, they want personalization. And the Clergy pressures him to give them that. So, he breaks down and gives them interviews. Primo is old at this point – old and a little bitter. He doesn’t give a shit about the interviews.

So, he gets exceptionally high, sits down, and decides to have some fun with them.

So yeah, sure, he’d hit a panda in the face with a brick, but he wouldn’t do it for free – like, $500 bucks would do it. And sure, hell, he’d be down for some world domination, why not? Sounds like fun. Also, yeah, you know what, his d!ck is 13 inches long, write that down, it’s important. His Ghouls sit there in silent agony while their leader rattles off whatever wild bull he happens to think of off the top of his head, and he’s having a blast watching the interviewer get more and more uncomfortable.

And then his time as frontman is over, and he gladly turns over the Mitre to his little brother and returns to a quiet life of blood sacrifices and quiet gardening.

Secondo has always been the Papa I know the least about, but things like this just make me laugh 😂 . I appreciate that he is a more subtle, content papa - I adore the dramatic antics of Popia, and the cryptid misadventures of Primo, but Secondo of all people being the normal one in the family - especially compared to Nihil and Seestor - is such a funny concept.

Often times I find that nothing the fandom can come up with is able to top the lunacy of what is canon, and this is a good example of such a thought.

So I was going through papaganda 3 photos, and found this from a photoshoot in Swedish rock magazine, supposedly of Papa in his house.

There is so much to unpack here. PLEASE tell me this is his room. I would absolutely love that.

Does he dress the doll in different outfits every day? Did he buy it little sunglasses to match him?

This is such Italian grandmother attire and I just know he has grandma hobbies. He is so ridiculously silly I love him

Primo headcanons that aren’t ‘old man doing old man things’

(I love those, but we as a fandom - bandom, I might say - need to remember how batshit he was)

- starting off simple, Primo unironically loves the Beatles (it started out as a way to piss off Nihil in the sixties, but now it’s a genuine appreciation)

- refuses to use electricity most of the time, would rather smack into walls by candlelight than embrace the clinical and frankly ugly modern lighting.

- hates humanity, especially after basically raising Secondo and Terzo while Nihil did whatever he wanted. He loves his brothers, who are a bit of a soft spot for him

- adding to this, I believe that canon cryptid Primo and loving older brother Primo can both exist - He was the best older brother, careful and loving, often acting in a manner perhaps a bit more subdued than normal. Primo embraced his more caring traits when with his brothers, ensuring their happiness as best he could regardless of his reputation. He tried to be, what he considered to be, a better version of himself for them.

- as such, when he went on tour and said all those crazy things in interviews, his brothers had to do a double take.

- this isn’t to say that, when not with his brothers, he wasn’t doing weird and creepy things. Primo often enjoyed being off putting, and occasionally does strange things to keep people on their toes.

- once they were all grown up, Primo allowed some of his more bizarre thoughts to be said out loud. Every so often, Secondo will burst into laughter at something he has said, especially at the conversational tone

- often says things and people can’t tell whether he’s joking or not. Occasionally he’ll say something outlandish, which mustn’t be true, surely, only to be proven right at a later date, so Terzo takes him at his word on principle, no matter how stupid the claim may be.

- He once claimed to be Jack the Ripper, and some children of the clergy managed to get word of it and believed him.

- makes terrible jokes, and enjoys wordplay that makes his brother sigh

- was definitely a goth during the 80s

- in addition to his marigolds and daisies, he probably grows poisonous plants too, such as belladonna and foxglove, along with Venus flytraps. As such, he has to make sure that Copia’s rats stay out of the garden

- refuses to watch Nosferatu (1922), because he feels insulted by the portrayal of the vampire, which he claims was based on him.

- no one really knows how old he is, not even Nihil, who was a teensy bit stoned the year Primo was born

- fairly eldritch, and likes to do the Michael Myers disappearing act, but only when people look away from a distance - never during conversation (unless it’s Seestor, who he allows himself to be rude to)

- has a tendency to lurk; around corners, in the shadows, in the backs of rooms

- pierced his tongue during the 70s

- like to have bitchy conversations with Chain ghoul, who he gossips with, often about macabre things. Likes to spend gloomy evenings strolling through cemeteries and judging the headstones, often mocking the inscriptions.

- on the subject of ghouls, has grown fonder of them over time, ceasing his previous disturbing behaviour, although despises Phil, who keeps popping up where he’s not wanted. They definitely help out in the garden

- there are rumours that bodies are buried in his garden beds, and that’s why his flowers are so huge. He never confirms nor denies these accusations, only commenting that he has a good fertiliser.

- after his run of Papa, he relaxed a little. He spends most of his time doing whatever he wants, mostly on a whim.

- every so often he’ll disappear, sometimes for days at a time, only to reappear later, hair full of twigs and knotted something awful, with new light in his eyes.

- nobody knows where he goes, and it’s anybody’s guess. Secondo has bet money that he’s visiting a lover, whereas Terzo thinks he likes to hang out away from people and live in the trees for a bit. Copia thinks that he has his ghouls bury him alive for some much needed rest from the world. They have no idea if they’re right or not, because Primo refuses to tell them.

- Copia once walked into the kitchen of the Ministry in the middle of the night to find Primo, after being gone for a week, sitting calmly by an open window with a chalice in his hand, jumping at the sight and almost dropping his rats,

“Holy fuck, where the shit have you been?”

“I have no idea what you speak of. I never left.”

- refuses to go out on sunny days without an umbrella. Would rather takes his walks at night and bathe in the moonlight.

- despite his paternal instincts, he cannot bake for shit, his biscuits always ending up burnt to a crisp, no matter what he tries. Eventually he gives up, and Secondo does the baking from now on

- probably sleeps in a coffin, just for laughs

- always wins at Uno, but cannot play cards to save his life. Purposely avoided playing any type of card game with his brothers because they can beat him without fail, even without knowing the rules

- claims to only watch silent films, but has a secret love of torture slasher films, as they allow him to revel in the cruelty of the human race, stoking his hatred of humanity.

- fucking adores Elizabeth Bathory, and will defend her to his dying day. Gets into arguments online about whether she was innocent or not.

- spent a week in an opium den, for no reason other than he could.

- always knew that Nihil would choose Seestor over them, and likes to haunt them both before they die.

- likes to give pep talks to the other papas before touring, especially Copia and Perpetua although his advice can vary in its usefulness, and is often oddly specific and irrelevant.

- he, Secondo and Terzo hang around the Ministry more often now that Copia is Frater, doing their best to make sure he isn’t lonely or sad.

- refuses to buy into the capitalistic machine, and makes all his own clothes, with the exception of the crimson sweaters that Secondo knitted for him.

- likes to take a lawn chair to busy intersections to watch the carnage

Emotional at work and probably (most definitely) way too deep into this whole thing, but... Papa V seems a lot like Tobias making peace with the past and the unpleasant things (lawsuit, near failure of the project therefore) in the past.

Where Copia was initially the anger, spite and disappointment he felt, until he grew on him and turned into something/someone so positive and warm - a really wonderful turn and message in itself -, putting a very harsh end to the previous era(s), implementing a lot of new visuals... Papa V does the opposite.

We get Primos glittery robe front, Secondos staff in the artwork, Terzos purple and claws (and parts of the face paint) and Copias chest jewelry and cape style.

It feels like Tobias made peace with it and is, kind of, reclaiming these parts? And honoring the past Papas in a wonderful (and super cunty) way.

And I absolutely love it.

(again, I'm probably reading way too much into it, sue me, I'm emotional about my Swedish satanic comfort band)

I love this decrepit old man. Bro's dustier than an abandoned library run by fairies.

He’s beautiful. Already love satanised, and can’t wait for the new album.

The fact that the first thing he did was fail to open a door tells me that we’re in good hands. Can’t wait to see what this little idiot will be like…

If Perpetua’s colour is purple, what does Terzo get?

I’m so excited man

GHOST FANDOM HOW THE FUCK ARE WE FEELING TONIGHT????!

GHOST: RITE HERE RITE NOW (2024).

I love this band so much. Just watched RHRN yesterday and loved it.

The band Ghost is so fucking funny to me. Their frontman currently looks like this:

Or some version of a horny goth clown, but the guy underneath it has got the wettest saddest eyes I've ever seen. Just look at him:

This man admits to being very sensitive and cries at the drop of a hat.

He has a wife and kids.

He wears the costume because he doesn't like the way he looks on stage as a rockstar.

He treats the audience like his children. They're officially called the children of Ghost for that and also because of the play on "children of god."

The band literally fucks around on stage while riffing this badass music. They go through physical comedy skits every concert like the three stooges. For example:

Two demons throw guitar picks at each other when they get angy.

One guy grinds and licks the stage like a cat in heat.

One of them shakes their tits at goth clown man and scares him shitless.

One of them twirls goth clown man like a ballerina as he dances by them.

Several of them slap goth clown's ass when he waddles by.

He created the band to make people happy, to celebrate being a fucking weirdo because he always felt left out, and to make fun of Christianity because it makes people feel bad. He lost his older brother, and it tore him up so bad that the music he made as a result launched him into a worldwide music career.

This man ends every concert "ritual" with three things:

1. Be nice to each other

2. Help each other

3. Go fuck yourself

(Literally and figuratively)

Their music is 70% "fuck me I'm so horny", 10% "I love you so much" and 20% "ethereal badass metal".

Look at how much fun he's having, dude.

It's literally just a rock band filled with the nicest people on earth wearing costumes like a Shakespearean play. And all they do is make up funny little lore stories and serve cunt.

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