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I know a lot of us here feel burnt out and sad. And I am saying this to myself as much as I am saying it to all of you. You’re worth so much more than what you can produce. You have value in this community just for being you.

And even if you can’t write or draw now, everything you’ve created in the past is still so valuable. In fact I encourage all of you to go through your fav’s writing tags and reblog something old. Maybe you’ll find something that’s new for you. Share things you’ve created in the past. They still matter!

I know there’s a lot of not great things happening and it’s stressful and sad. And yes this is corny but I think we can all find empathy and understanding with each other, we can lean on each other.

And of course take the breaks that you need, you’re always welcome back here, be it 6 days or 6 months. Don’t let the .01% that focus on numbers, or sending hate, or creating drama ruin something you love. Turn off anon if you have to. Don’t make yourself accessible to people who just want to hurt you.

Sending love and hugs and warm soup and puppy snuggles to everyone 🖤🖤

reblog to make ur blog smell like crispy autumn air, graveyards, carved pumpkin guts, moon water, and a damp cave full of bats 

fire king with sea crown

I want to make a little Halloween costume for my plushia, but it's 3am and I have no supplies

In my mind water ghouls hate thunderstorms. Electricty and water don't mix. It's as simple at that. Quintessence ghouls either love the energy in the air or find it too much, the electricty dancing throught their veins. Earth ghouls like storms. The water feeds the plants and trees, making them happier which earth ghouls can feel. Air ghouls love the storms. They feel strongest during the high winds taht bring the storms in. Fire ghouls are 50/50. They love the lightning but aren't the biggest fans of the rain.

Tboy dew with a shitty little mustache that he refuses to get rid of. You understand. Reblog.

Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

Throws a butch copia into the void that I did for international lesbian day

OKAY LAST POST BEFORE BED

Art burnout has me creating my version of the ghouls/ministry blah blah blah whatever

Era one ghouls have an odd sorta scary vibe to them that I LOVE !! ((Same with era two but that's a diff post))

Our beloved era one look like this ↓

I don't ACTUALLY know if their robes were ever red, some say it's a lighting trick but as a technician myself it's kinda hard to make black look genuinely red ?? Idk I haven't been at the job long enough to know that, ANYWAYS. The photos where they look red is what inspired this HC

There's this video game I played called brütal legend, super cool I've played it so many times over the years (I'm trying to keep this a short post but I already failed)

Right at the start there's these spooky guys ↓

They're called druids in game, but in my very tired state, I'm considering basing era one ghouls off of them because they're scary as fuck and cool as fuck

What ghoul do you think would have an iron deficiency?

I can't sleep so I'm making up headcannons while I do my nails

Anyways lemme know in tags or comments !!

Do you guys ever think that Copia would lay in his brother's beds when he had a nightmare, do you think he'd go to them for comfort whenever he was scared during a thunderstorm, do you ever think he was excited to show them everything he did.

Do you guys think that Copia would catch himself doing that even after they were killed, do you guys think that Copia would cry himself to sleep and blame himself for his brothers passings, do you guys think he visits their graves and continues to tell them things like he used to.

Cause I do.

thinking about rain having narcolepsy (i have it) n thinking about how the other ghouls do their best to help him out, catching onto him flagging before he does, watching his body swaying from side to side n his eyes fluttering shut while they’re grabbing pillows and a blanket to get ready for him

thinking about them cuddling up with him and keeping him warm or cool, regulating his temperature. timing how long he’s been out. letting him lean on their shoulders until he’s out like a light. piggy backing him back from the lake. catching him when he passes out so he doesn’t hit the floor heavy

thinking about them mindlessly running their fingers through his hair, fingers tracing down his nose, dancing over his back, up and down his spine until he’s waking up, all groggy and mumbling about how comfy he is, how safe he feels with them

Reminder that the masked are not and never will be the unmasked

I don't usually make these kinds of posts but I need fucking help.

Hi, my name is Zeke or Mutt and I am an 18 year old disabled person who is in a dangerous ass situation. All I need is help, donations would help tremendously but if you could god please boost this post to help me that'd be great.

I currently only have my dog with me and I was told I'd be sent back to an even more dangerous situation and I can't have that, please someone help me if you can.

i will give my cashapp and paypal if someone asks for it just please god help if you can even if it's fucking 2 cents please, I have a plan and I'm currently job searching and I have a back up plan if need but please?? Help

You know how it is

I can't even explain how many drawing references I just frankensteind (is that even a word??) together for one drawing because I couldn't find a good ref

Using my own art as a reference and squinting at it like "how the hell did I do that"

!Remember to bring!

It's dangerous outside alone, we all worrying about you😔💜

Me when I remember that making a ghoul OC means having to make lore and figure out how the ministry takes play into everything and- 💥💥💥

Cardinal Copia as Vincent Price (reference below cut)

Hi 🩷

A request: two Ghoulettes of your choosing. One of them has never been with another Ghoulette. (Cause idk, not a lot of them in the pit?) And she is SO nervous, and just wants to make the other one feel good and loved. I'm NOT projecting. (Yes I am.) There's lots of soft sweetness, hair being tucked behind ears, and maybe some shoulder kisses and tears. But everything is sweet and loving and inexperienced Ghoulette had nothing to worry about!!

Thank you for your consideration, you're my favorite 🩷

Oh Lenci, I will do my best! As you’ve probably noticed, I’ve never written anything sapphic and it’s mostly because I take issue with my own body. Dysphoria and all. However I am trying really hard to get over it and this will be a challenging yet welcome task. (Please don’t feel bad for asking at alllll this is not me complaining, this is me over explaining like I do with everything and also preemptively making excuses in case it sucks.) So here we go, please be gentle with me 🥺 ok I came back here because it’s done and omg I’m sorry if it sucks idk what I’m doing!! In typical fashion I can’t write anything short and I’m very sleepy so I didn’t proof read it but I will fix errors tomorrow. I hope you enjoy Mist getting the soft and sweet treatment she deserves.

Pairing: Mist/Sunshine

Rating: Mature/Explicit

CW alcohol, oral sex, vaginal fingering, and some mush

Under the cut.

As soon as Sunshine, or the fates that brought her to the surface, saw fit to bless them all with her presence, Mist was captivated by her. Ever since she held her trembling form as she materialized in the sun drenched clearing in the middle of the wood behind the Abbey.

Something new suggested by Mountain and Cumulus, did the new ghouls need to be summoned in a dark and dank pit? Perhaps it was tradition but that wasn’t reason enough.

It was hard to tell that day if the light radiated from the mid afternoon sun or from Sunshine herself, either way Mist had to shield her eyes, looking at her through the narrow breaks in between the fingers she held in front of her face.

Mist usually hung back, she was a part of the ritual for her experience and her power, not because of her warm welcomes. But as soon as Sunshine was held captive inside that bright shaft of light, confused and disheveled, Mist’s body moved before she permitted it. Pulling the blanket from Mountain’s large hands and draping it over the Ghoulette with uncharacteristic gentleness.

Even smothered by that piece of cloth, as they made their way back to the Abbey as dusk descended, Mist swore it was her that was Sunshine’s light illuminating her path, not her keen sight in the dark or the out of place flashlight that Dew mostly used to shine on the canopy of trees above them.

Ever since that day Mist found her sharp edges softened by Sunshine, never far behind, basking in her warmth. However, perhaps she thought even her dulled edges were still too sharp for the ghoulette, or that Sunny had no shortage of suitors, she never truly closed the gap between them.

And so when Sunshine stumbled over to her with sun-warmed skin and a cherry flush blooming underneath her freckles, Mist almost leapt out of her skin. She managed to remain in. Her corporeal form as the heat from Sunny’s delicate fingers penetrated the skin and grounded her.

Once the shock wore off, Mist giggled as Sunny pulled the flower crown from atop her auburn curls and placed it haphazardly over Mist’s left horn.

“Oh, I knew the pale blues and violets, and the bright fuchsia would suit you.” Sunny beamed.

Mist wished she had a mirror to see.

“I made it for you. For the celebration. Do you like it?”

“You made this for me?” Mist doubled back, she knew her tone could be flat, her expression unreadable, perhaps she sounded irritated. “Yes, I love it - it’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad.” Sunshine realized the still held one of Mist’s wrists in her hands and considered letting go, but instead she swallowed no small amount of fear and asked “Will you dance with me?”

Sunny must have known that Mist did not dance, that she stood away from the crowd with a drink in her hand and an aura of indifference. She preferred to observe rather than engage.

Sunny did know, and maybe it was the mead, maybe it was the excitement of the festivities, but she didn’t care. And upon seeing the hopeful smile rounding Sunshine’s cheeks, Mist didn’t care either. She allowed herself to be swept into a series of clumsy and delirious twirls cushioned by the dense lawn of clover that had become the makeshift dance floor.

Soon the inky night sky excused the remaining sun and it was by the bonfires and lanterns that Sunshine and Mist still shuffled their feet, Mist laying a cool hand on Sunshine’s bare shoulders, Sunshine’s arms wrapped loosely around her waist.

They were peripherally aware of the fact that the crowd was thinning out, the others seeking their beds but certainly not for sleep. It must have been well past midnight, Sunny stifled a yawn.

“Oh, are you tired? You can - go.” Mist cringed, it sounded as if she was dismissing her, as though she needed Mist’s permission to leave.

“No, it’s just the alcohol. I’m awake. So awake.” Sunshine felt herself growing bolder, which seemed impossible earlier in the evening considering how much convincing she had to do with herself to finally release Mist’s hands, moving her own to grip her waist, her hips, to graze the small of her back with her fingertips.

Mist was so much taller, and the way that Sunshine lifted herself on to the very tips of her toes, gripping Mist’s shoulders for balance was so endearing that Mist almost didn’t realize what she was doing until she felt Sunny’s soft pink lips ghosting across her jaw.

Mist tilted her head meeting her the rest of the way. Sunny tasted like the sweet drink they’d been consuming all day, like peaches, syrupy and warm. Answering the question Mist wondered as she found her herself staring at her petite angular face, at her pronounced Cupid’s bow, at the way her pink tongue flicked out from behind her front teeth when she laughed.

If there was anyone still milling about when their lips met, they were gone now. The kiss finally broken by the burn in Sunshine’s calves as she struggled to stay on her toes. Both sets of eyes swept the area around them.

When were the fires snuffed? The food taken away? The music stopped? Just a few lanterns remained. Likely out of consideration for the two ghoulettes who had been glued together all night with no end in sight.

When their eyes finally circled back to one another they found themselves sinking down into the trampled clovers. Mist reached for the strap of Sunny’s dress that had slipped off of her freckled shoulder and froze, holding the strip of fabric in her hand, unsure of whether she wanted to turn it to its former position or ease Sunny’s arm right out of it.

Sunny answered by shrugging the other strap off, allowing Mist to ease the fabric the rest of the way, the silk pooling around the slight curve underneath her belly.

This was not the granted, heated encounters Mist was used to. Born out of need, lacking in any real romantic feeling. Not that she didn’t care for those she slept with, but nonetheless, just friendship, much to the disappointment of many heartbroken ghouls and over the years.

Mist didn’t know how to move slowly, how to touch with intention, how to be gentle. She knew claws scratching, bruises from crashing into furniture, teeth and fistfuls of hair.

Perhaps that’s why she avoided Cirrus and Cumulus. She just knew it wouldn’t be like that. Maybe she would feel things she didn’t want to feel, or wasn’t ready to feel.

She tried to allow her intuition to guide her. Twirling her fingers around the errant curls that had escaped her bun, placing soft kisses along her narrow jaw, trailing her nose down Sunny’s neck and hearing her sighs blend with the sound of crickets chirping.

As Sunshine brushed strands of long silvery platinum away from her face, as she ran her tongue along the curve of her pointed ear, as her fingers brushed across the sides of her neck, across her collarbone, dipping below the neckline of the loose hanging tank she was wearing, another unfamiliar sensation lighting up the nerves on her face. Tears, ticklish on her skin, cooled by the evening breeze.

But the sigh that drifted from Mist’s mouth to her ear told her that Mist wanted to continue. As did the hands tugging at her waist, pulling her closer, pushing the bulk of fabric over the curve of her hips, living a shimmering blue puddle beside her.

Sunny’s ran her hand along the hem of Mist’s shirt, feeling a nod on her shoulder, she lifted the fabric up and over Mist’s head, gathering her long hair in one thick bundle to keep it from getting caught up in the fabric. Such a simple gesture but one full of care and consideration had fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. Sunny felt a few roll down her back.

Mist started to feel a bit foolish, acting like some fumbling, delicate virgin. As if Sunny could read her mind, she whispered into Mist’s ear, “I know this isn’t what you’re used to. But I care about you. Always have. Just let me - let me make you feel good.”

Mist let out a shuddering sigh, nodding, she allowed herself to be eased to the ground by Sunny’s unexpectedly strong arms. When their lips found each other again, with unexpected urgency, Sunny’s touch remained soft, slow, almost teasing.

Sunny traced her finger along the curve of her breast, tracing along her skin in a circle until she reached her hardened nipple, capturing it between her index and middle finger, she let her fingers glide back and forth until Mist was writhing under her touch, crying out in sharp gasps that she muffled with Sunny’s curls.

Sunny’s hand drifted lower, making its way to the waistband of Mist’s boxers, toying with the fabric, tentatively dipping her fingers underneath the elastic. The way Mist’s hips twisted to meet her touch causes the heat building in her core to flare.

Mist reached for her slim wrist, encouraging her to go lower, her fingers dipped between Mist’s slick folds, pushing her far closer to the edge than she ought to be from one single, excruciatingly light touch.

“Let yourself go. Cum for me. It doesn’t matter. Time isn’t real.” Again, as if Sunny intuitively knew every stray thought that crossed her mind. “We have all night, let me show you how many ways, how many times. It’ll just be the first of many.” She resumed with a circular sweep of her fingers across her clit that had Mist driving her hips against her arm.

“Good girl.” Words Mist had never heard in reference to herself, that likely no one dared say to her. That made her absolutely burn from the inside out.

She found her arousal building again at a breakneck pace as Sunny lowered her boxers and slipped them off her long legs while Sunny licked into her mouth with that sweet, soft tongue. She broke away, positioning herself between Mist’s legs, she gave her thigh a gentle squeeze.

Mist whimpered, parting her legs further, laying on her back, a position that typically left her feeling exposed and powerless. A feeling she didn’t enjoy. But the warmth in Sunny’s eyes dissolved her fears, she forgot them entirely at the first sweep of Sunny’s tongue. Now it was she that was harmonizing with the crickets until her cries overtook them completely.

eughhh,, i feel kinda bad that I've been in an odd slump creativity wise and haven't been making like, "serious" art idk ? there's pieces i really want to finish but i need actual attention span for them so i don't screw 'em up-

ANYWHO

i have a really stupid drawing idea that i hope will be as funny to y'all as it is to me :P ((it might take a day or two tho-))

If you're still doing drawing requests could we see Cardi and some rats 👁️👁️?

ok i totally forgor this said cardi so. papa w rats

Found this on pinterest....omg i love this....this is hilarious👀🤣🤣🤣