ArchonGhoul 🎃✨

@archonghoul.bsky.social

25+ || Agender || 18+ Only 🔞✨ - Lots of skeletons 💀🖤💦 ⚠️Warning: there will be art depicting dark and taboo subjects- proceed at your own risk. Mind the tags.💔 My art tag: #ghoulart ✨ https://linktr.ee/archonghoul

FOUND IT #royaul war era It's been sitting in my drafts for at least 2 years, I never finished it, and at this point I,don't think I will 💔

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𝔻𝕚𝕠𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚/⁠ᐠ⁠。⁠ꞈ⁠。⁠ᐟ⁠\🩵💙@dioscuri-mini.bsky.social · 6mo ago

Im pretty sure I have an old, unfinished #Royaul fanart somewhere I'll try to find it. I keep remembering it randomly but I'm not even 100% it exists lmao?

🤹‍♀️ First 4 poogs of "Doll Duty" or "Risky Refuge" hoo hee 🙈 On my ptrn all comics updates got early access, sparkle emoji, along with a lot of nonsense tomfoolery. After some time they will come up on hea ; ) CHEERS

Ghost is pictured lying comfortably on a bed, in a dark room. He is awake, staring into the ceiling, pondering perhaps... Waiting.... Until his phone screen lights up atop the night stand, illuminating a collection of what appear to be. Clown dolls surrounding it. 

Ghost brings a finger to his brow, looking slightly exasperated. Reaching across he drags his phone to view. He is smiling under his mask but that's between you and me.

TXT Convo with Soap as follows.

(i fucked up the times here don't look at that lololol its supposed to be like.. 11pm when Soap and Ghost end up going to their respective rooms to sleep while waiting to be exfilled or however the hell that works. And then Soap wakes up at 3:33 because reasons)

Soap: I can't say I'm enjoying our accommodations. Even if you picked the worst one.
Ghost: Get some rest
Soap: Fat chance
Ghost: You'll be alright
Soap: Easy for you to say! You must feel right at home!
Ghost: Har de fuckin har. SLEEP

LATER

Soap: Lt. I heard something...
Soap: I saw you typing.

(Ghost absolutely started saying 'coming' but then he realized he didn't want to sound that quick to give in)

Ghost: What you on about? Ghost taps with one finger to reply, all caps while Soap rapid fires
S: COULD BE COMPRIMISED
S: WE SHOULD CHECK-
G: NEGATIVE

(hes tryin to be chill, de escalate...)

Soaps PLEASE breaks the 4th Wall as his fist emerges from Ghosts phone screen.
Soap is then nose to screen with his own phone, sweating and breathing heavily. 

Ghost sighs, sitting up in bed, ready to sooth his poor likely concussed sergeant. The wide shot reveals that his 'choice' in rooms was the clown filled one. (shout out to Bozers who helped me with all these clowns LOLOLOL)As Ghost leaves The Clwon Room(TM) muttering a "shambolic" to these chain of events, through a weird choice of a bead curtain. 

The dolls eyes follow his exit.Jolted still in his tracks upon hearing an unexpected, QUACK. 

Ghost was making his way down the hall, and he has to take a second to buffer, confused and slightly concerned. He carefully asks after Soap, peeking in around his door. 

Only to see Soap crouched on the floor, pistol trained upon a wee jester looking doll sitting in a cuck chair.

He goes WHUYH before removing his finger from the trigger seeing Ghost, bec man has discipline.

Soaps room looks to be a sad attempt at 'Victorian doll central' and a homage to The Little Lad. 

Ghost peeking in from the door, Im sure solider man would have entered differently but listen they're tired. And I wanted to draw his ass ok im a simple woman.

the way ao3 is free, has no ads, and doesn't obey some evil corporate agenda to push certain content over others. it's the last truly good experience you get online these days.