Ask Dewdrop

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[askdewydrop]

Name: Dewdrop/Dew

Element: ▵ fire ▵

Height: 5” 10” and will still bite

Very short temper and will not hesitate to pick a fight when bored

Was once a bassist and is now lead guitar

Friends: Rain, Phantom, Mountain, Swiss (when he is not foaming at the mouth)

Personality: on stage very short temper, will not hesitate to throw things, flip off everyone and everything, blepping and being a cocky menace (this can be soothed by cookies and a weighted blanket if you dare get close to him)

Figured since I’ve seen Rain, Mountain, Phantom, Swiss and basically everyone under Satan’s sun make an ask blog…figured I might as well jump on board with it…

My mix

Some information below the cut for you!

⚠️ MDNI BE AWARE! This is a blog will deal with triggering subjects, swearing, sexual content and mature themes. You have been warned!

⚠️SFW AND NSFW asks are welcome, if you are a minor do not ask a NSFW question

⚠️ PLEASE DON’T CALL HIM SODO! This is just a preference for me since I do try to keep the ghoul personality far away from the actual musician!

THIS IS STRICTLY A ROLEPLAY BLOG! Please no questions about the actual person behind the screen! If it is an out of character moment I will put “//“ to let everyone know it’s the creator of this blog!

DM ROLEPLAY IS ACCEPTED! If you got a plot then go on and DM me for plotting!

[askdewydrop]

//OOC: might take down my Terzo blog and exchange it for a Phantom blog. Mainly made it for a person I don’t talk to anymore

[princess-flamingo-legs]

*kneads at them while huddling close, purring* need to be held…

Whatever happened to "hi, my favourite water ghoul, I love you loads, let's cuddle"?

*wraps arms around Dew.*

[askdewydrop]

Missed you a lot…plus very low on spoons… *buries deep to Rain’s chest nuzzling close*

[princess-flamingo-legs]

Dew, you miss me even when I'm sitting right next to you.

*chuckles and lets Dew lay on top of them.*

[askdewydrop]

Mmhmm…I always miss you… *curls up as he presses his cheek to their chest* just wanna be like this forever…im exhausted from the tour

[princess-flamingo-legs]

*kneads at them while huddling close, purring* need to be held…

Whatever happened to "hi, my favourite water ghoul, I love you loads, let's cuddle"?

*wraps arms around Dew.*

[askdewydrop]

Missed you a lot…plus very low on spoons… *buries deep to Rain’s chest nuzzling close*

[thezydratevial]

Any ghesties going to the Kansas ritual, stay safe

[askdewydrop]

Jim was on a visit to the ministry, under the pretense of "conducting interviews" with the clergy for his next episode of Jesus Talk. He was only there for a few days, all of which he planned to speak to Frater Imperator and a few Siblings of Sin, intending to learn their way of life and religious stances. However, the heated debates he had planned to instigate never truly formed when he was sat across from the Satanic leader.

Jim was staying in a guest room that was placed irresponsibly close to one of the ghoul dens, just a little bit down the hall. Given the sheer number of rooms in the building, the walls weren't exactly thick and soundproof. As the ghouls began to wind down for the night, Dew could hear the faint sounds of occasional groans coming from the guest room that absolutely reeked of the most blasphemous form of sin.

@ask-father-jim

Dew was in the common room of the den tuning his baby (his guitar) as his ears perked at the sounds that were coming from down the hall. Groaning could be from a stomach ache. After all the food they serve in the ministry was fondly heavy, probably something he wasn’t used to. Placing down his guitar, he went to the fridge to grab a bottle of ginger beer, some of his stomach medicine for his acid reflux and walked to the guest room. Of course having to dawn his mask since he was out of the den. He knocked a few times on the old wooden door. “You doing alright…?“ he asked before listening closer to these sounds.

@ask-father-jim

[ask-father-jim]

Jim let out a surprised gasp, the sound of the bed creaking and things falling to the floor echoing in the room.

“What-? Yes!” He answered quickly, his voice cracking. He sounded breathless.

“I’m fine!” Dew could hear a zipper being pulled up beneath his startled voice.

[askdewydrop]

Dew heard of how panicked that voice was. “Just…let me know if you upchuck…” he said with a shit eating grin. He knew how panicked Bug got when he was caught with his hand down his pants on the tour bus. Same sort of panic and he couldn’t help but to find this adorable. Giving the illusion he had walked away, he stayed leaning against the door listening in. It was times like this he wished he was a quint ghoul. So he could see how this oh so holy man looked.

[ask-father-jim]

A few minutes of dead silence went by before some quiet shuffling, followed by another couple of seconds of silence. It was clear in the slow sound of the zipper being pulled on again that Jim was far more cautious, stopping in between each filthy movement to listen for anyone who could be near his door.

“Mmm- God-“ Dewdrop finally heard the priest panting again, quieter, but audible nonetheless.

“C-Copia-“

[askdewydrop]

Dew was getting bored, he could only read his prescription bottle so many times before thinking maybe he was hearing things. It was only until he heard this holy man groaning again. Only the name really made him perk up. He was getting off to the thought of Copia?! Oh he just had to stick around and listen in. Making sure he never made a sound of course. How could this god honoring man be such a hypocrite?

[ask-father-jim]

The further he went on, the more ragged his breath became, almost sounding like cries. The bed creaked in rhythm with his breaths, the occasional wet sound squeaking through.

“Oh God yes-“ he gasped, “Nnnfuck- C-Copia you- mmmngh you bastard-!“

He growled through gritted teeth, the vile sounds speeding up.

[askdewydrop]

Even Dew had to admit that this was fucking hot. And knowing where this spare room was, he knew the window he could spy in. Thank Satan that there is a tree, he could perch in the branches and peek in. Smirking he got up quietly and made his way outside to sneak into that tree. It was times like this where he loved being gifted the ability to be quiet.

As he was getting on that tree branch, blending with the shadows of the night he peered into the room to see how this truly radical Catholic priest was.

[ask-father-jim]

The curtains were half closed, but the window itself was open, leaving plenty of room for the wind to blow in and allow further glances of Jim’s current… Issues.

Looking in, Dew could see Jim rolling around in his own sin; he laid on his disheveled bed, shirt thrown on the floor and pants down to his knees which repeatedly twisted and straightened. One hand couldn’t stay still, moving to his hair and then gripping the sheets, then the pillow above him, the cupping over his mouth and letting two fingers dip between his lips.

And, of course, his other hand. Gripping where his God forbade him to touch, hips rocking up into his loose fist, hence the beds squeaking sounds. His phone was lying face up on the bed beside him, and Dew could barely make out the shape of a photo of Copia plastered on the screen.

“Oh… Mmmmgh- Fuck!” He moaned, dragging his saliva covered fingers down his neck and across his bare chest.

[askdewydrop]

Dew hummed as he watched this man pleasure himself. Oh how he would be having the time of his life tomorrow to hint at it when this oh so holy man was grilling him on questions. Leaning against the trunk of the tree he was watching as those hips bucked to that fist around his aching cock. Just goes to show that no one can fully give up being celibate.

Even seeing what was on this man’s phone screen. Copia Emeritus. Surely it couldn’t hurt if he let that slip out. But knowing how much he would be in denial of it. Oh humans are so interesting he thought. His fingers trailing to the charred gills on his neck.

[ask-father-jim]

Jim dragged a quivering hand back to his phone, mouth hanging open stupidly as he continued to work himself. Dew couldn’t see as the screen was turned away now, but he began swiping, lingering on each supposed photo to beat off faster and harder to. Whatever image he swiped to next left Jim’s eyes blown wide, and he dropped the phone and threw his head back.

“Oh good God-“ he moaned pathetically through grit teeth, “nngh I gotta… mmmh I gotta fuck him- f-fuck me…!”

He squeaked and shifted around, placing the photo on the pillow. He propped himself up on his elbows and knees, getting a grip on his cock before letting his chest fall to the bed, arching his back and jerking off wildly, animalistically with his eyes locked to the screen. Even if Dew had fallen out of that tree, he wouldn’t have noticed due to the absolute trance he had sunk into.

[askdewydrop]

Dew was feeling his heart thump in his chest. Tracing along those damp gills as he was biting his shirt to keep his noises at bay. But there was something watching this guy that was locking him in a trance. Being in pajama pants was the best for him at this point. Palming at that wriggling tentacle that was threatening to come from her sheath.

Shit…he acts so cold to Copia but seeing how desperate he is for that man…what a bastard…

Dew sunk his hand into his pajama pants letting her curl around his fingers. Bringing her to his aching cunt as he squeaked out. Immediately she plunging in as he watched this man.

[cedar-ghoul-deactivated20240309]

[forlorn-crows]

[kkaisarion]

[carnivore-voyeur]

Underrated Dewdrop Headcanon is that Dewdrop is a plushie fiend. Catch Dewdrop on the tour bus in his bunk discussing his complex plots and schemes with all the ritual plushies he’s obtained from fans. Know that there will be hell to pay if a single plush goes missing. Back at the ministry he’s got a plushie hoard. Totally naps on top of it like a dragon. Will breathe fire at any ghoul looking to steal.

[askdewydrop]

Jim was on a visit to the ministry, under the pretense of "conducting interviews" with the clergy for his next episode of Jesus Talk. He was only there for a few days, all of which he planned to speak to Frater Imperator and a few Siblings of Sin, intending to learn their way of life and religious stances. However, the heated debates he had planned to instigate never truly formed when he was sat across from the Satanic leader.

Jim was staying in a guest room that was placed irresponsibly close to one of the ghoul dens, just a little bit down the hall. Given the sheer number of rooms in the building, the walls weren't exactly thick and soundproof. As the ghouls began to wind down for the night, Dew could hear the faint sounds of occasional groans coming from the guest room that absolutely reeked of the most blasphemous form of sin.

@ask-father-jim

Dew was in the common room of the den tuning his baby (his guitar) as his ears perked at the sounds that were coming from down the hall. Groaning could be from a stomach ache. After all the food they serve in the ministry was fondly heavy, probably something he wasn’t used to. Placing down his guitar, he went to the fridge to grab a bottle of ginger beer, some of his stomach medicine for his acid reflux and walked to the guest room. Of course having to dawn his mask since he was out of the den. He knocked a few times on the old wooden door. “You doing alright…?“ he asked before listening closer to these sounds.

@ask-father-jim

[ask-father-jim]

Jim let out a surprised gasp, the sound of the bed creaking and things falling to the floor echoing in the room.

“What-? Yes!” He answered quickly, his voice cracking. He sounded breathless.

“I’m fine!” Dew could hear a zipper being pulled up beneath his startled voice.

[askdewydrop]

Dew heard of how panicked that voice was. “Just…let me know if you upchuck…” he said with a shit eating grin. He knew how panicked Bug got when he was caught with his hand down his pants on the tour bus. Same sort of panic and he couldn’t help but to find this adorable. Giving the illusion he had walked away, he stayed leaning against the door listening in. It was times like this he wished he was a quint ghoul. So he could see how this oh so holy man looked.

[ask-father-jim]

A few minutes of dead silence went by before some quiet shuffling, followed by another couple of seconds of silence. It was clear in the slow sound of the zipper being pulled on again that Jim was far more cautious, stopping in between each filthy movement to listen for anyone who could be near his door.

“Mmm- God-“ Dewdrop finally heard the priest panting again, quieter, but audible nonetheless.

“C-Copia-“

[askdewydrop]

Dew was getting bored, he could only read his prescription bottle so many times before thinking maybe he was hearing things. It was only until he heard this holy man groaning again. Only the name really made him perk up. He was getting off to the thought of Copia?! Oh he just had to stick around and listen in. Making sure he never made a sound of course. How could this god honoring man be such a hypocrite?

[ask-father-jim]

The further he went on, the more ragged his breath became, almost sounding like cries. The bed creaked in rhythm with his breaths, the occasional wet sound squeaking through.

“Oh God yes-“ he gasped, “Nnnfuck- C-Copia you- mmmngh you bastard-!“

He growled through gritted teeth, the vile sounds speeding up.

[askdewydrop]

Even Dew had to admit that this was fucking hot. And knowing where this spare room was, he knew the window he could spy in. Thank Satan that there is a tree, he could perch in the branches and peek in. Smirking he got up quietly and made his way outside to sneak into that tree. It was times like this where he loved being gifted the ability to be quiet.

As he was getting on that tree branch, blending with the shadows of the night he peered into the room to see how this truly radical Catholic priest was.

[ask-father-jim]

The curtains were half closed, but the window itself was open, leaving plenty of room for the wind to blow in and allow further glances of Jim’s current… Issues.

Looking in, Dew could see Jim rolling around in his own sin; he laid on his disheveled bed, shirt thrown on the floor and pants down to his knees which repeatedly twisted and straightened. One hand couldn’t stay still, moving to his hair and then gripping the sheets, then the pillow above him, the cupping over his mouth and letting two fingers dip between his lips.

And, of course, his other hand. Gripping where his God forbade him to touch, hips rocking up into his loose fist, hence the beds squeaking sounds. His phone was lying face up on the bed beside him, and Dew could barely make out the shape of a photo of Copia plastered on the screen.

“Oh… Mmmmgh- Fuck!” He moaned, dragging his saliva covered fingers down his neck and across his bare chest.

[askdewydrop]

Dew hummed as he watched this man pleasure himself. Oh how he would be having the time of his life tomorrow to hint at it when this oh so holy man was grilling him on questions. Leaning against the trunk of the tree he was watching as those hips bucked to that fist around his aching cock. Just goes to show that no one can fully give up being celibate.

Even seeing what was on this man’s phone screen. Copia Emeritus. Surely it couldn’t hurt if he let that slip out. But knowing how much he would be in denial of it. Oh humans are so interesting he thought. His fingers trailing to the charred gills on his neck.

[askdewydrop]

Jim was on a visit to the ministry, under the pretense of "conducting interviews" with the clergy for his next episode of Jesus Talk. He was only there for a few days, all of which he planned to speak to Frater Imperator and a few Siblings of Sin, intending to learn their way of life and religious stances. However, the heated debates he had planned to instigate never truly formed when he was sat across from the Satanic leader.

Jim was staying in a guest room that was placed irresponsibly close to one of the ghoul dens, just a little bit down the hall. Given the sheer number of rooms in the building, the walls weren't exactly thick and soundproof. As the ghouls began to wind down for the night, Dew could hear the faint sounds of occasional groans coming from the guest room that absolutely reeked of the most blasphemous form of sin.

@ask-father-jim

Dew was in the common room of the den tuning his baby (his guitar) as his ears perked at the sounds that were coming from down the hall. Groaning could be from a stomach ache. After all the food they serve in the ministry was fondly heavy, probably something he wasn’t used to. Placing down his guitar, he went to the fridge to grab a bottle of ginger beer, some of his stomach medicine for his acid reflux and walked to the guest room. Of course having to dawn his mask since he was out of the den. He knocked a few times on the old wooden door. “You doing alright…?“ he asked before listening closer to these sounds.

@ask-father-jim

[ask-father-jim]

Jim let out a surprised gasp, the sound of the bed creaking and things falling to the floor echoing in the room.

“What-? Yes!” He answered quickly, his voice cracking. He sounded breathless.

“I’m fine!” Dew could hear a zipper being pulled up beneath his startled voice.

[askdewydrop]

Dew heard of how panicked that voice was. “Just…let me know if you upchuck…” he said with a shit eating grin. He knew how panicked Bug got when he was caught with his hand down his pants on the tour bus. Same sort of panic and he couldn’t help but to find this adorable. Giving the illusion he had walked away, he stayed leaning against the door listening in. It was times like this he wished he was a quint ghoul. So he could see how this oh so holy man looked.

[ask-father-jim]

A few minutes of dead silence went by before some quiet shuffling, followed by another couple of seconds of silence. It was clear in the slow sound of the zipper being pulled on again that Jim was far more cautious, stopping in between each filthy movement to listen for anyone who could be near his door.

“Mmm- God-“ Dewdrop finally heard the priest panting again, quieter, but audible nonetheless.

“C-Copia-“

[askdewydrop]

Dew was getting bored, he could only read his prescription bottle so many times before thinking maybe he was hearing things. It was only until he heard this holy man groaning again. Only the name really made him perk up. He was getting off to the thought of Copia?! Oh he just had to stick around and listen in. Making sure he never made a sound of course. How could this god honoring man be such a hypocrite?

[ask-father-jim]

The further he went on, the more ragged his breath became, almost sounding like cries. The bed creaked in rhythm with his breaths, the occasional wet sound squeaking through.

“Oh God yes-“ he gasped, “Nnnfuck- C-Copia you- mmmngh you bastard-!“

He growled through gritted teeth, the vile sounds speeding up.

[askdewydrop]

Even Dew had to admit that this was fucking hot. And knowing where this spare room was, he knew the window he could spy in. Thank Satan that there is a tree, he could perch in the branches and peek in. Smirking he got up quietly and made his way outside to sneak into that tree. It was times like this where he loved being gifted the ability to be quiet.

As he was getting on that tree branch, blending with the shadows of the night he peered into the room to see how this truly radical Catholic priest was.

[askdewydrop]

Jim was on a visit to the ministry, under the pretense of "conducting interviews" with the clergy for his next episode of Jesus Talk. He was only there for a few days, all of which he planned to speak to Frater Imperator and a few Siblings of Sin, intending to learn their way of life and religious stances. However, the heated debates he had planned to instigate never truly formed when he was sat across from the Satanic leader.

Jim was staying in a guest room that was placed irresponsibly close to one of the ghoul dens, just a little bit down the hall. Given the sheer number of rooms in the building, the walls weren't exactly thick and soundproof. As the ghouls began to wind down for the night, Dew could hear the faint sounds of occasional groans coming from the guest room that absolutely reeked of the most blasphemous form of sin.

@ask-father-jim

Dew was in the common room of the den tuning his baby (his guitar) as his ears perked at the sounds that were coming from down the hall. Groaning could be from a stomach ache. After all the food they serve in the ministry was fondly heavy, probably something he wasn’t used to. Placing down his guitar, he went to the fridge to grab a bottle of ginger beer, some of his stomach medicine for his acid reflux and walked to the guest room. Of course having to dawn his mask since he was out of the den. He knocked a few times on the old wooden door. “You doing alright…?“ he asked before listening closer to these sounds.

@ask-father-jim

[ask-father-jim]

Jim let out a surprised gasp, the sound of the bed creaking and things falling to the floor echoing in the room.

“What-? Yes!” He answered quickly, his voice cracking. He sounded breathless.

“I’m fine!” Dew could hear a zipper being pulled up beneath his startled voice.

[askdewydrop]

Dew heard of how panicked that voice was. “Just…let me know if you upchuck…” he said with a shit eating grin. He knew how panicked Bug got when he was caught with his hand down his pants on the tour bus. Same sort of panic and he couldn’t help but to find this adorable. Giving the illusion he had walked away, he stayed leaning against the door listening in. It was times like this he wished he was a quint ghoul. So he could see how this oh so holy man looked.

[ask-father-jim]

A few minutes of dead silence went by before some quiet shuffling, followed by another couple of seconds of silence. It was clear in the slow sound of the zipper being pulled on again that Jim was far more cautious, stopping in between each filthy movement to listen for anyone who could be near his door.

“Mmm- God-“ Dewdrop finally heard the priest panting again, quieter, but audible nonetheless.

“C-Copia-“

[askdewydrop]

Dew was getting bored, he could only read his prescription bottle so many times before thinking maybe he was hearing things. It was only until he heard this holy man groaning again. Only the name really made him perk up. He was getting off to the thought of Copia?! Oh he just had to stick around and listen in. Making sure he never made a sound of course. How could this god honoring man be such a hypocrite?

[askdewydrop]

Jim was on a visit to the ministry, under the pretense of "conducting interviews" with the clergy for his next episode of Jesus Talk. He was only there for a few days, all of which he planned to speak to Frater Imperator and a few Siblings of Sin, intending to learn their way of life and religious stances. However, the heated debates he had planned to instigate never truly formed when he was sat across from the Satanic leader.

Jim was staying in a guest room that was placed irresponsibly close to one of the ghoul dens, just a little bit down the hall. Given the sheer number of rooms in the building, the walls weren't exactly thick and soundproof. As the ghouls began to wind down for the night, Dew could hear the faint sounds of occasional groans coming from the guest room that absolutely reeked of the most blasphemous form of sin.

@ask-father-jim

Dew was in the common room of the den tuning his baby (his guitar) as his ears perked at the sounds that were coming from down the hall. Groaning could be from a stomach ache. After all the food they serve in the ministry was fondly heavy, probably something he wasn’t used to. Placing down his guitar, he went to the fridge to grab a bottle of ginger beer, some of his stomach medicine for his acid reflux and walked to the guest room. Of course having to dawn his mask since he was out of the den. He knocked a few times on the old wooden door. “You doing alright…?“ he asked before listening closer to these sounds.

@ask-father-jim

[ask-father-jim]

Jim let out a surprised gasp, the sound of the bed creaking and things falling to the floor echoing in the room.

“What-? Yes!” He answered quickly, his voice cracking. He sounded breathless.

“I’m fine!” Dew could hear a zipper being pulled up beneath his startled voice.

[askdewydrop]

Dew heard of how panicked that voice was. “Just…let me know if you upchuck…” he said with a shit eating grin. He knew how panicked Bug got when he was caught with his hand down his pants on the tour bus. Same sort of panic and he couldn’t help but to find this adorable. Giving the illusion he had walked away, he stayed leaning against the door listening in. It was times like this he wished he was a quint ghoul. So he could see how this oh so holy man looked.

[askdewydrop]

Jim was on a visit to the ministry, under the pretense of "conducting interviews" with the clergy for his next episode of Jesus Talk. He was only there for a few days, all of which he planned to speak to Frater Imperator and a few Siblings of Sin, intending to learn their way of life and religious stances. However, the heated debates he had planned to instigate never truly formed when he was sat across from the Satanic leader.

Jim was staying in a guest room that was placed irresponsibly close to one of the ghoul dens, just a little bit down the hall. Given the sheer number of rooms in the building, the walls weren't exactly thick and soundproof. As the ghouls began to wind down for the night, Dew could hear the faint sounds of occasional groans coming from the guest room that absolutely reeked of the most blasphemous form of sin.

@ask-father-jim

Dew was in the common room of the den tuning his baby (his guitar) as his ears perked at the sounds that were coming from down the hall. Groaning could be from a stomach ache. After all the food they serve in the ministry was fondly heavy, probably something he wasn’t used to. Placing down his guitar, he went to the fridge to grab a bottle of ginger beer, some of his stomach medicine for his acid reflux and walked to the guest room. Of course having to dawn his mask since he was out of the den. He knocked a few times on the old wooden door. “You doing alright…?“ he asked before listening closer to these sounds.

@ask-father-jim

[carnivore-voyeur]

Stop using Per Eriksson's nickname in fanfic and fanart for the love of... He thinks you are talking about him! When you say "Sodo" to him, he does not think of Ghost! What is it going to take for y'all to respect one simple boundary?

You are not cosplaying as Sodo, if it's a cosplay of the ghoul. You are not drawing fanart of Sodo, if it's art of the ghoul. You are not writing fanfiction about Sodo, if it's about the ghoul. Not when you're referring to the ghoul! Stop using it!

Sodo is a real person. The ghoul is a character. LEARN TO SEPARATE THE TWO.

If you're not talking about Per Eriksson, then don't use Sodo.

I should not see SHIP posts with y'all using SODO.

"[Ghoul Name] x Sodo"

STOP.

[ask-father-jim]

So what do you think of a guy being a good boy and reading the Bible 😇 I would absolutely never ever use it to have it bite you in the ass. Never. That is just a mean thing to do…and im not a mean guy. I’m a good guy. 😇😇😇😇

Uh… Yes, you should be a “good boy” and read the Bible. Not sure how that could come around… The Lord is nothin’ but goodness.

[askdewydrop]

Yes. It says it’s nothing but good and all of that. But it contradicts itself entirely. Where we can’t mix fabrics together…though im sure you and I still do that. Can’t find anything 100% cotton unless you got some serious coin to spend. So we all buy mixed fabrics…plus it says you can’t eat shellfish since it’s unclean or whatever. Guess I gotta give up Rain’s shrimp scampi and scallop puffs…shame too…they were so addictive…

[ask-father-jim]

Don’t pretend to care, ghoul. Stuff your mouth with scampi or whatever and leave the Bible talk to the ones worthy of His love and light.

[askdewydrop]

Yet your religion is suppose to be accepting of everyone who even shows a lick of interest…but here you are trying to shut someone down. Not very god honoring of you

[ask-father-jim]

So what do you think of a guy being a good boy and reading the Bible 😇 I would absolutely never ever use it to have it bite you in the ass. Never. That is just a mean thing to do…and im not a mean guy. I’m a good guy. 😇😇😇😇

Uh… Yes, you should be a “good boy” and read the Bible. Not sure how that could come around… The Lord is nothin’ but goodness.

[askdewydrop]

Yes. It says it’s nothing but good and all of that. But it contradicts itself entirely. Where we can’t mix fabrics together…though im sure you and I still do that. Can’t find anything 100% cotton unless you got some serious coin to spend. So we all buy mixed fabrics…plus it says you can’t eat shellfish since it’s unclean or whatever. Guess I gotta give up Rain’s shrimp scampi and scallop puffs…shame too…they were so addictive…

[batb1mb0]

So I decided to draw Ghost characters as cursed emojis. If you got an emoji and a character please send it to me and I’ll do it for free! I love doing this and they are just so stupid looking

[askdewydrop]

//OOC: if you want cursed ghoul emojis please send me asks on my art account! I love doing this