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moth-berry · a day ago
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Olive Hewie! Paranormal investigator and medium at your service!
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gemkimart · 2 days ago
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juve-hiir · a day ago
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if you've lost the fight, then let's win the war
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♪ city wolf — protector
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gloomy-prince · a day ago
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2019 -> 2021
should have thought about the text before getting to the inks on this lmao oh well
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stmichale · 2 days ago
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Ghoulie ghostie // day 6
N e ways how is killjoy Christmas going for the rest of y’all?
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hazyerrors · 14 hours ago
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Ghostly boi.
Don't repost my art. Reblogs are appreciated!
Error created by TheCrayonQueen.
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dilfcopia · a day ago
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Aardman style Papa Emeritus III and Omega ghoul...now cleaned up and on redbubble.
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gasolineghuleh · 2 days ago
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domestic Daddy(tm):
terzo walks in on you during your post-bathtime ritual of creams and smelly good self-care products, and he *really* enjoys the scent. nose buried in your neck/hair type shit.
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This one got self-indulgent and ran away from me.
It's difficult not to hum when you're in such a good mood, and tonight is no exception. Eyes closed and legs crossed, you sit on the edge of the tub and brush out your hair, happily humming one of your own Papa's hymns. The hair brush slides through your hair with ease, guided by the various products that you had used in the shower. They all have floral scents, with an undertone of vanilla, and it always makes you happier than usual when you smell them, even on yourself. When you become aware that He has joined you, you open your eyes and greet him with a smile but warm smile. 
“Cara... You hum me?” he asks, hand lightly touching his chest in mock surprise. You puff out a laugh and he drops the charade, moving fully into the room with you and taking the brush from your hand as he chuckles. “Catchy, si? Would you believe me if I said that I wrote it for you?” He sits gently behind you and starts moving the brush through your hair, and you tilt your head back slightly to allow him.
“No. Perhaps for one of your paramours,” you say, drawing the word out as he would, and putting on a thick and fake accent. Once again he acts surprised, scoffing before abandoning the brush completely. He leans in and places his chin on your shoulder, his bare cheek pressing against yours just enough that your face moves a little when he speaks.
“You are my only paramour,” he murmurs, echoing your drawn out and exaggerated accent, thickening his on purpose as you giggle. “Mia dolce ghuleh. You see that the line out of my chambers has gone, si? You see this?” You nod, your cheeks flushing bright red as you manage to take one of your lotions off of the counter, uncapping it and feigning disinterest in his words. “The line is gone, tesoro. You are my only. You, I sing for.” 
“Papa-”
“Cara, we talked about-”
“Fine, Sandro, fine...” You lean back against into his arms, laying comfortably against his chest as he brings his arms around you, plucking the lotion bottle expertly from your hand. “Say it again,” you sigh. As your eyes close again you hear the bottle cap open and squeeze, click shut with a snap against Papa’s hand. His breath ruffles your slowly-drying hair as he skates his hands down your arms, rubbing the lotion in gently. 
“My only. My paramour. My muse. My Prime Mover.” 
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The Tomb of Ligeia (1964) 
w/Vincent Price, Elizabeth Shepherd
thesoundofvincentprice.com, flickr (Morbius19), tumblr (wrightedgar, ladamarossa, draculasdaughter), giphy.com (retro-time-machine), youtube (ScreamFactoryTV)
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ask-donkey-in-trouble · 11 hours ago
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Ghost: do you believe in spooky ghost?
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W-who said that?!
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thesehauntedhills · 2 days ago
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FRAU PERCHTA, THE TERRIFYING CHRISTMAS WITCH!
Frau Perchta isn’t as well known as Krampus these days, which is a shame, because this Christmas-time goddess/witch/all-around-terrifying-gal deserves a lot more press. She’s a staple in the Alpine regions of southern Germany and Austria, but relatively under-the-radar in North America.
Frau Perchta was also known as Berchta, or Bertha, and has also been called “Spinnstubenfrau” or “Spinning Room Lady.” She is often depicted with a beaked nose made of iron, dressed in rags, perhaps carrying a cane, and generally resembles a decrepit old crone. But this old crone packs a mighty wallop…. and carries a long knife hidden under her skirt.
She also bears a resemblance to the Scandinavian goddess Frigga, and both of them share one obsession in common: spinning, specifically, and domestic neatness generally. Frankly, she’s pretty judge-y about the state of your home for a woman who dresses all in rags. Legend has it that you’d better get all your flax spun by Twelfth Night (January 6th), “for when the Christmas season was over, it would be time to set up the big upright loom, at which time you must have enough thread to warp it and start your weaving.” And what’s Frau Perchta’s punishment for those lazy ladies who haven’t finished all their weaving? “In Germany, Austria, and Switzerland, there were numerous tales of Frau Perchta trampling and even settling fire to the half-spun fibers.” And if should you really irritate her? Like, say, not only is your flax not spun, but your house is a total mess (this domestic goddess/witch hates a messy house) and you’ve even failed to leave out a traditional bowl of porridge for her? Well, then her rampaging will extend far beyond your slovenly spinning room. She’ll do nothing less than steal into your bedroom, disembowel you and replace your guts with rocks and straw.
But Perchta does more than just check up on your spinning. Other legends equate Frau Perchta with the legend of the Wild Hunt, and say that she flies through the night sky attended by an army of lost souls, including the demonic-looking Perchten, her army of servants who are visually nearly indistinguishable from Krampus. The only way to know for sure is context; Krampus rides abroad at St. Nicholas Eve while the Perchten tend more toward Epiphany, and the last three Thursdays before Christmas, also known as Berchtl nights or Knocking nights. Also among her army of the night are the souls of unbaptized children. Legend has it if you hear the wind and thunder roaring and rumbling through the mountains on the Berchtl nights, you’re really hearing the sounds of Perchta leading the Wild Hunt.
Another one of Frau Perchta’s names is Holle, a winter goddess who’s name means “shining” or “bright” — hence her association with Epiphany, the “Shining Night” on which the star of Bethlehem shone down. Her dual nature is expressed in the fact that there are both “Evil” or “Ugly” Perchten and “Pretty” Perchten, both of whom you might find in a typical “Perchtenlauf” or Perchten run in the Alpine regions of Europe. The Pretty Perchten are all well and good, but honestly, I’m a bigger fan of the Evil Perchta, and she’s the one I love to fear in these days leading up to Christmas. With every passing moment my anxiety mounts as I try to finish, if not all my spinning, all my housework and cleaning in time for the Christmas season. As I sweep and mop and clean and dust, I visualize the old crone sneaking into my kitchen late at night, running her withered, clawlike fingers over the baseboards and tops of the cupboards checking for dust. She creeps through the house like a mad Martha Stewart crossed with the Grinch Who Stole Christmas… and if I should fail in my housekeeping…. well!
Let’s just say it really motivates me to pick up around the house.
So this January 6th, instead of bemoaning the fact that Christmas is over, why not celebrate “Perchtentag” by telling your kids they’d better clean up their rooms or Frau Perchta will come and disembowel them in the night. Kids love that sort of thing.
Happy holidays! May Frau Perchta smile upon you!
Via Boroughs of the Dead.
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shakespearenews · 2 days ago
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Clifford Rose as the Ghost with Kenneth Branagh’s Hamlet at the Barbican theatre in 1992. Photograph: Tristram Kenton/The Guardian. 
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ghostbandzine · 11 hours ago
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🖤 Guest Artist spotlight: @rnooir 🖤
🖋 A few words from the artist himself 🖋
I’ve liked Ghost since 2013, when I met them at a concert as a Guest band and they made my teenage mind explode with "Ritual" haha. Since then I've been a huge fan of anything Tobias makes.
🎵 Favourite Ghost song or lyric: Monstrance Clock! 🎵
We are so glad to have you with us! 🖤
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