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fat tummy peeking out from the bottom of someone's shirt should receive the same appreciation that's given to tasteful cleavage in a low-cut top or a little bit of asscheek poking out from tiny shorts. this would improve society

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Whenever folks talk about Mountain having antlers, I remember we have antlers at the shop, and that I have, on occasion, handled ones that still have velvet on them, and wholeheartedly agree that he would be pretty soft/fuzzy.

Although, I also think if he was dropping a rack every season, at least one of the other ghouls is probably using his old set as a chew toy.

And it's probably Dew.

It's definitely Dew.

He's out here chewing on them while Mountain's sitting there like, "Dude, that was attached to me until ten minutes ago, what the Hell-"

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Do you have any fluffy secondo headcanons? Brain has been funky tonighg

sorry it took so long to get to this! I absolutely always do

✨ both him and Terzo both got into makeup as an artform very young thanks to Primo’s encouragement of their playing in his papal paint. ✨ His own make up drawers are carefully clean and sorted meanwhile Terzo’s vanity looks like a fucking crime scene ✨ When he was in his 30s he was big into doing drag queen performances ✨ His favorite drink is scotch, no ice. He likes his drinks less sweet and more refined ✨ He’s big into crime dramas. The more cheesy and unrealistic it is, the better. Add some romance and he’s hooked ✨ He smokes in bed, he smokes everywhere and anywhere. He does not care, he will eats cigarettes and swallow cigars

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AHHHHHH AHHHHHH AHHHHHH AHHHHHH Juli!

$35 commission ! character reference sheet for @cirqedespeurs , this was so very fun to do !

commissions are still open ! my information is pinned on my blog and i’d love to discuss if anyone is interested !

#open commissions #feelgoodghoul #not ghost related #zeke’s commissions #artists on tumblr #digital illustration #finished commission

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Microsoft Office XP assistants

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SOBSSSS WAHHHH THROWS A FIT waahhhh

Also Terzo absolutely called Primos wife “Mum” - never mama outside of official events, she was always mum because after he lost his own she was the only adult woman to love her without conditions attached.

(It’s soft Terzo hours now baby let’s go 😎)

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Ooooooh, please, Prickly Pear.

I'm supposed to be writing Nutting All Over November. But here's some sadness, for you. But let me tell you, I had something much more sad and horrible and grief stricken written and decided against it.

Primo sits on the pew next to Terzo.

The boy is much too small to be sitting with that kind of weight on his shoulders, far too young to be gazing up at the altar - pain and questioning in his eyes, “You were not at mass this morning,” Primo says, pulling off his gloves and stretching his fingers. His wedding band glows in the low light and, as usual his heart lightens at the reminder of his love. 

“I didn’t want to go to mass.”

Terzo’s voice is quiet but, it does not shake. He is sure though he is small, “Well, I suppose I do not want to go sometimes, either.”

Primo stares at Terzo, deciphering each heavy breath, “Does it make me,” Terzo starts and then stops, eyebrows furrowed as he stares at the ground.

“You can talk to me, you know this,” Primo says though it is as far as he goes. It does not do him or Terzo any good to push; the boy will come to him in his own time. He always does.

“I don’t miss her as much as I did. She would be sad, I think. Mad at me, maybe. To know that… to know all that, I guess.”

“She would be happy, little brother.”

Terzo looks up at Primo, with wide, tear filled eyes, “She would?” 

Primo nods, “It is cliche - everyone has told you this, I know - but she would want you to be happy. I knew your mother. I knew her well enough. She would not want you dwelling on death when there is so much life to chase down,” Terzo’s eyes return to the floor, pondering, “And she would not want to you skip mass,” Primo nudges Terzo with his elbow and Terzo grins, “Or your math class.”

“Sorry about that.”

“She would want you to remember her and love but, she does not want you to live in grief and longing - you will always miss her. I,” Primo clears his throat, “I miss my mother every day.”

“You do?” Terzo asks.

Primo nods, “Of course I do. But you know? It hurts less than it did. I found my footing and I carried on. I became Papa. I met my Prime Mover - I found life and love here all the while missing my own mother.”

“There you boys are,” Primo’s wife calls from the doors of the chapel, she wears her favorite black dress and cardigan, veil long and black save for the crimson silk beneath it - the only thing that denotes her place in the abbey,  “Cookies are almost done. You better get in there and get some before Secondo and Copia demolish them,” she eyes Primo and then Terzo, “Everything alright?”

“Si, si my love,” Primo says, “We are just having a talk. Man-to-man.”

“Alright, then,” she smiles and Primo can’t help but smile, too. She is radiant - brighter than the sun that illuminates his greenhouse, softer than the petals of his roses. She has gotten Primo through the muck and mire of his papacy, through the acquisition of each of his brothers - raising them and loving them and, all the while, loving Primo, “Don’t forget the cookies.”

She disappears then and Primo turns back to Terzo, “Why don’t you have kids?” Terzo asks.

Primo chuckles, “We have three children. We have you. That is more than our hearts can handle,” Primo winks. The truth - as painful as it is - is much more than that. They have tried. Over and over, month after month and no seed has taken. No child has come. But then Secondo had come to the abbey. And then Terzo and finally, little Copia. 

Satan had a funny way of blessing his Papa, Primo thought. 

He returns his gaze to his raven-haired brother. Terzo stares up at Primo, chewing on her lip, “Can I call her mom?”

It is the first time that Primo has been caught off guard by Terzo, “What?”

“Can I call her mom?”

“If… if that is what you would like, my darling, yes,” Primo’s throat aches with emotion and tears burn in his eyes.

“You don’t think my mom would be mad?”

Primo shakes his head, trying not to sob, “No,” Primo shakes his head, “Not at all.”

“Oh, c’mon you old fart,” Terzo rolls his eyes, “Don’t cry.”

Primo stands as Terzo does and pulls his little brother into a hug, “You are a sweet boy,” he says, voice warbling with emotion - it is a foreign sound - he is so used to being stiff and stoic Papa that sometimes being father is a jolt.

“You are crushing me.”

Primo lets go of Terzo and they walk together out of the chapel and down to the kitchen. They are greeted by Mama Emeritus, pouring two tall glasses of milk to go with the platter of fresh, chocolate chip cookies, “There you are,” she beams, “I had to send Secondo and Copia away before they ate them all.”

Terzo looks up at Primo, “Go ahead, then,” Primo winks and then returns his gaze to his lovely wife, “Terzo has something he wants to ask you.”

Terzo walks up to his brother’s wife. He hooks his finger at her and she leans down, allowing Terzo to whisper in her ear. Her hand goes to her chest and tears sparkle in her eyes, “Oh, Satan. Terzo… yes,” she pulls him into a hug, “Of course, my love. Of course.”

Terzo smiles - beams up at her with his truest, happiest smile and it lights up the room, “Can I have the cookie now?”

Primo laughs and his wife sobs out a laugh, too, “Of course,” she says, wiping away tears, “You can have all the cookies, for forever and ever. Breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

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Also Terzo absolutely called Primos wife “Mum” - never mama outside of official events, she was always mum because after he lost his own she was the only adult woman to love her without conditions attached.

(It’s soft Terzo hours now baby let’s go 😎)

-🌵

Ooooooh, please, Prickly Pear.

I'm supposed to be writing Nutting All Over November. But here's some sadness, for you. But let me tell you, I had something much more sad and horrible and grief stricken written and decided against it.

Primo sits on the pew next to Terzo.

The boy is much too small to be sitting with that kind of weight on his shoulders, far too young to be gazing up at the altar - pain and questioning in his eyes, “You were not at mass this morning,” Primo says, pulling off his gloves and stretching his fingers. His wedding band glows in the low light and, as usual his heart lightens at the reminder of his love. 

“I didn’t want to go to mass.”

Terzo’s voice is quiet but, it does not shake. He is sure though he is small, “Well, I suppose I do not want to go sometimes, either.”

Primo stares at Terzo, deciphering each heavy breath, “Does it make me,” Terzo starts and then stops, eyebrows furrowed as he stares at the ground.

“You can talk to me, you know this,” Primo says though it is as far as he goes. It does not do him or Terzo any good to push; the boy will come to him in his own time. He always does.

“I don’t miss her as much as I did. She would be sad, I think. Mad at me, maybe. To know that… to know all that, I guess.”

“She would be happy, little brother.”

Terzo looks up at Primo, with wide, tear filled eyes, “She would?” 

Primo nods, “It is cliche - everyone has told you this, I know - but she would want you to be happy. I knew your mother. I knew her well enough. She would not want you dwelling on death when there is so much life to chase down,” Terzo’s eyes return to the floor, pondering, “And she would not want to you skip mass,” Primo nudges Terzo with his elbow and Terzo grins, “Or your math class.”

“Sorry about that.”

“She would want you to remember her and love but, she does not want you to live in grief and longing - you will always miss her. I,” Primo clears his throat, “I miss my mother every day.”

“You do?” Terzo asks.

Primo nods, “Of course I do. But you know? It hurts less than it did. I found my footing and I carried on. I became Papa. I met my Prime Mover - I found life and love here all the while missing my own mother.”

“There you boys are,” Primo’s wife calls from the doors of the chapel, she wears her favorite black dress and cardigan, veil long and black save for the crimson silk beneath it - the only thing that denotes her place in the abbey,  “Cookies are almost done. You better get in there and get some before Secondo and Copia demolish them,” she eyes Primo and then Terzo, “Everything alright?”

“Si, si my love,” Primo says, “We are just having a talk. Man-to-man.”

“Alright, then,” she smiles and Primo can’t help but smile, too. She is radiant - brighter than the sun that illuminates his greenhouse, softer than the petals of his roses. She has gotten Primo through the muck and mire of his papacy, through the acquisition of each of his brothers - raising them and loving them and, all the while, loving Primo, “Don’t forget the cookies.”

She disappears then and Primo turns back to Terzo, “Why don’t you have kids?” Terzo asks.

Primo chuckles, “We have three children. We have you. That is more than our hearts can handle,” Primo winks. The truth - as painful as it is - is much more than that. They have tried. Over and over, month after month and no seed has taken. No child has come. But then Secondo had come to the abbey. And then Terzo and finally, little Copia. 

Satan had a funny way of blessing his Papa, Primo thought. 

He returns his gaze to his raven-haired brother. Terzo stares up at Primo, chewing on her lip, “Can I call her mom?”

It is the first time that Primo has been caught off guard by Terzo, “What?”

“Can I call her mom?”

“If… if that is what you would like, my darling, yes,” Primo’s throat aches with emotion and tears burn in his eyes.

“You don’t think my mom would be mad?”

Primo shakes his head, trying not to sob, “No,” Primo shakes his head, “Not at all.”

“Oh, c’mon you old fart,” Terzo rolls his eyes, “Don’t cry.”

Primo stands as Terzo does and pulls his little brother into a hug, “You are a sweet boy,” he says, voice warbling with emotion - it is a foreign sound - he is so used to being stiff and stoic Papa that sometimes being father is a jolt.

“You are crushing me.”

Primo lets go of Terzo and they walk together out of the chapel and down to the kitchen. They are greeted by Mama Emeritus, pouring two tall glasses of milk to go with the platter of fresh, chocolate chip cookies, “There you are,” she beams, “I had to send Secondo and Copia away before they ate them all.”

Terzo looks up at Primo, “Go ahead, then,” Primo winks and then returns his gaze to his lovely wife, “Terzo has something he wants to ask you.”

Terzo walks up to his brother’s wife. He hooks his finger at her and she leans down, allowing Terzo to whisper in her ear. Her hand goes to her chest and tears sparkle in her eyes, “Oh, Satan. Terzo… yes,” she pulls him into a hug, “Of course, my love. Of course.”

Terzo smiles - beams up at her with his truest, happiest smile and it lights up the room, “Can I have the cookie now?”

Primo laughs and his wife sobs out a laugh, too, “Of course,” she says, wiping away tears, “You can have all the cookies, for forever and ever. Breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

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relaxin' with the demon babe. masked + unmasked 😳🖤🤍

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Commissions Open !

My carrd has all the information you will need ! This is my first time actually opening commissions and some of this stuff is older (though still things I can completely do.)

If you have something you're interested in, please feel free to DM me here, or on my discord zekeodile#6666 ! I'm always happy to listen and work with you ! :)

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Mama's boy

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Honestly props to Tobias Forge for figuring out how to somehow combine all of his interests into one successful thing

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Inbox trick or treating 2023

Hello my friends. Ive decided to do a little event…. thing? for Halloween. Anyone who sends me trick or treat on *October 31st only* will get a little doodle sketch! Halloween themed, ofc.

rules:

🎃 they will not be INSTANT, they’ll be answered over the following week after Halloween (sorry i have a little party to do ON halloween) 🎃 only ONE per person/username. Sorry, if you send it on anon it wont count 🎃 this isnt request! Its meant to be a little fun surprise, a random doodle. HOWEVER you can mention what fandom/medias you like if you want

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Smths wrong with this fuckin dog yo..

Sodo:🕴

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Using tumblr as my shopping list rn.

All commissions are now open because my laptop won't turn on and smells like burning plastic :)

All comms 20% off listed prices since I can't put the level of polish I usually would like to. If you're interested, please DM me or email me at [email protected] instead of using my form, I don't have access to it now 😭

Please be patient with turn around times, I am a bit slow at the moment. If you have a deadline you'd like your commission by please let me know in advance! 🖤🖤

Full comm info:

If you don't want a whole comm but would like to throw a few $$ my way, I also have a ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/inkymaw

Thank you!!

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Repost so I can come back to this…

hey!! so i officially have a place to purchase prints over on inprnt! i have about 5 pieces up right now, and i am hoping to add more in the future. i appreciate all of the support thus far :,)

link to the shop!

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"Why did it take you dying for me to see peace on your face again... "

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All hail rainbow papa

alll hail rainbow papa