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Aether || January 25, 2022 {x}
we should call the new ghoulette Sunshine so when we ship her with Cirrus, Cumulus and Mist we can refer to all four of them as The Weather Report
THERE’S A NEW GHOULETTE?! I haven’t been online in a couple of days and I still haven’t caught up, would someone be willing to give me the deets?
When I say I have a priest kink I mean I want to be so sexy I turn a man away from god
Fuck you’re so right
WHAT
THE FUCK
ARE THOSE
DON'T FUCKIN DO THIS TO MY GHOULS, POPIA. STOP READING STEAMPUNK NOVELS FFS
I’m having very mixed feelings about these fellas
i saw a picture of jeans with bat wings on them a few days ago and havent been able to get them off my mind ever since so i drew an idea for a papa IV outfit to get it out of my system LOL
Originally, I planned to apologize for this. I’ve typed and retyped the phrase “I really hate what I’m about to do” obsessively for the last twenty minutes before realizing that actually, the only thing I hate about this situation is that this is what it’s come to.
I’ve done my best over the course of the latter part of last year to say as little as possible in regard to the angry, bigoted bullshit that’s been thrown my way. I took it on the chin when I was told to stop drawing cartoons, and I attempted to turn an ableist outburst into something positive when I got scolded for seeing my ADHD traits in Papa III. But I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired. And I can’t stay quiet anymore.
So no, I’m not sorry for what I’m about to do. I’m just done.Â
Under the cut is my response to the deluge of transphobic rhetoric I’ve had to endure at the behest of ppl I once thought of as friends.
Keep reading
I’m going to recirculate this warning bc Lorraine (@/gasolineghuleh) has been hired on as a mod for the Ghost Band Zine. It’s been about eight months since she and her friends publicly attacked, bullied, and sent me death / doxxing threats over my trans!Copia headcanon, so it’s fair to say that some newer fandom members don’t know the full story of her transphobia. The call out is linked under the cut above. Pls heed the content warnings at the top of the document before proceeding.
Ghost said Trans Rights!
TF said so himself. Ghost is for all races, identities, orientations, etc. You should not be interacting with the fandom if you are discriminatory in any way.Â
There should be no excuses.Â
Do not support /ghostbandzine, /blanchebees, /gasolineghuleh, and those who support them.
“They weren’t like that with me!” “They’re a good friend of mine!” Yea, with YOU. But there’s evidence of how they’ve treated others. You don’t really know how a person is behind closed doors.
“I’m trans so it can’t be transphobic.” Uh, you can be trans and STILL be transphobic. There are many trans identies. What might not be harmful to you, is harmful to others.
“This was months ago, why bring it up now?” As others have stated, they still have not apologized to the people they’ve hurt. And no, a public apology doesn’t count, especially when they’re just apologizing for getting caught.Â
“But they’re such a good artist/writer!” Talent should not be put above safety.
Look, nobody is perfect. We all have things to unlearn. But when someone reacts negatively when their behavior is called out, that should be a fuckin red flag. Especially if they just swept it under the rug and moved on like nothing happened.
And no, language and culture is not an excuse. Minorities do not have the responsibility to educate. And if they do explain, the only thing you should be doing is listening and changing. Futher educate yourself. You do not get to decide that you didn’t do/say anything harmful to someone you hurt.
Sorry if this is all jumbled and out of focus, but damnit this pisses me off!!
- Hell Flower
hes working on himself u guys
The Boy Is Back In Town
It used to be he owned one worn fender strat that his mom got from a pawn shop for his 16th birthday. Once a gleaming white, it came to him dull with scuff and scratches he could never polish out.
Now, he owns pristine, limited release guitars that he never plays.
He’d used to shred in his free time until the strings broke. He would practice for hours until his callouses rivaled any grandma’s sewing finger.
Now, he rubs icy-hot into his fingers to relive his joint pain.
He used to live on a diet of ramen or rice with beans, washed down with shitty beer.
Now he shops organic fair trade and buys local brews.
After the cult success of his band’s debut album, he enjoyed a resurgence after they headlined a festival. A label reached out and contracted him for 2 more albums—the first of which enjoyed a moderate success off nostalgia; the second…didn’t flop…it just failed to meet expectations despite 2 years of rigorous touring.
There were no more albums after that, and when the label had offered him contract songwriting and/or producing roles, he’d accepted.Â
But mostly, he—the two of you—live off the interest from his initial payday and royalties you’d insisted he invest on pain of walking out of him. It’s not a glamorous life, but you live comfortably—way better than two punks who used to squat in a co-op ever dreamed of.
When you can’t find him immediately, you know exactly where he’ll be.
Your bare feet slap against the wood floor as you make your way down the hallway, your fingers trailing along the mounted guitars. At the end of the hall, you turn the knob to the reenforced, soundproofed door.
Mary’s puttering away in his home studio, back crunched over the soundboard and one giant headphone up to his ear. He’s been working on his solo, “comeback” album for years. Decades. And maybe he’ll finish it; maybe he won’t. Maybe it’ll hit the zeitgeist just right; or maybe it’ll be completely tone deaf. However, the hope keeps him occupied, so when he’s at it, you generally let him be.
But dinner’s on the table—steak, rare—and you don’t feel like eating alone tonight.
When you slip into his lap, Mary’s whole body uncurls; he leans back, spreading his legs, and the headphones drop around his neck.
“Hey, babe.”
You wrap an arm around his shoulders and press a kiss to his temple (his roots are showing, and these days they’re more grey than blonde).
“You in it, or can you come eat?”
His arms wrap around your middle, and he presses his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.
“Gimme 10min. Just wanna wrap this up.”
You quirk an eyebrow with your tone. “I’ve heard that tune before, mister.”
He chuckles and pulls back to look into your eyes. “Yeah, but I was almost finished, anyway.”
You smooth one of his eyebrows. “Whatcha working on? Stuff for the album?”
But Mary grins at you, flashing his full set of snaggle teeth, and the dark circles (that aren’t the product of makeup) brighten.
“New project. Something legit. ”
You perk up for him. “Oh?”
It must be good—he never gets this into projects solely for other artists.
“It’s just a song collab—” he shrugs his shoulders, but you can tell it’s with contained excitement “—but I’d be on the record. Not just in the fine print—in the byline.”
“That’s excellent! Have I heard of them?”
When Mary tells you who, all you can do is gape. He’s only collaborating with one of his idols and well-known name in the genre.
Way to bury the fucking lede, Goore.
You take his face in your hands.
“Oh my god, Mare—really?” He nods. “That’s gangbusters!”Â
You kiss him full on the mouth, and it’s just supposed to be a quick affirmation, but Mary’s arms tighten around you, pulling you into the warm line of his body. His hot mouth devours yours, and you reciprocate eagerly. When your back protests at the awkward twist, you shift carefully until you’re straddling him in the pliable chair.
It’s been ages since you fucked in his studio—since you couldn’t keep your hands off each other—and if he asked, you wouldn’t say no. But the heat recedes (and honestly, you knees aren’t what they used to be), and Mary presses his forehead into your collarbone.
“I don’t know if this is a second—fuck—third chance. But even if it’s a one-off, just getting out there again…”
You pet your hands down his head.
“You know I’m happy, right? Even if this is a one off, I’m happy with us.”
He tilts his head up to look at you, his eyes all at once tired but wide.
“Fuck. I promised you everything. And then I didn’t deliver.”
You press a hand to his heart.
“Hey. I always had everything. You’re my everything. I’m excited because I just want you to be happy, Mare. I know what this means to you.”
He clasps your wrist so he can bring your hand up to kiss your palm.
“Fuck. You were always too good for me. This—” he gestures around his tiny studio “—is for you too. So you never have to hustle again.”
You give him a lopsided grin. “Mare, you realize I’ve spent more years here in the home we built together than I ever did on the street. You doing this for you? That will make me happy.”
He sighs before grasping you close…
…and then spinning the chair around.
You squeal in delight even as you grouse at him.
“OH MY GOD, MARY! If I ralph, then I’m doing it on you!”
(Your stomach isn’t as iron as it used to be.)
The two of you swivel to a stop, but Mary’s adoring gaze never fades.Â
He reaches up to tuck a lock of errant hair behind your ear.
“It could be a few appearances…or another tour if this means I can get my solo album out.”
“Well, then there’e only one thing to do.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” You tug on his shortened bangs. “You gotta grow these out again, and I’ll break out the airplane glue.…”
“Mary Goore’s back in town.”
baby primo getting ready to jam out
Amazing art! <3Â
For the sake of the people not pictured,
Mary Goore is also ABSOLUTELY an energy drink bro. Mountain and Cirrus are proud Water Drinkers (tm) and Copia is too proud to drink anything but High Quality Classic Italian Cappuccino.
Swiss has been known to chase shots of wheatgrass juice with cans of Red Bull. Change my mind.
It’s been a minute or two since I dumped any personal art on this blog which means it’s time for something entirely self indulgent.Â
So here’s Kitsch!! Circa 2021!!!Â
At risk of infodumping on this post, I’ve cooked up a brief drabble written from their point of view that introduces them in detail. You can read it here if you are so inclined.