#I really like the band Ghost

[copia]

the priest writing down masturbate. the chorusing nuns. the flash of ankle. we're so back

[vespattilia]

Little sketch based on the outfit I attached. I saw it on twitter and felt like drawing it :)

[venduri]

SAVE ME from the monster that is eating me i'm paralyyyzed blasphemy heresy

[snotface-ing]

normally i wouldn't post stuff like this on here cause it's not polished/finished BUT. i think tumblr deserves to see satanized priest x jim defroque. i think you guys will like it.

[lazylittledragon]

forgot to post this the other day but i gave myself a little nameless ghoul :3

[cardi-c]

If it all burns down and the flames devour everything that we are I will hold you for the minute

[ghostchems]

his crotch is a coffin 💀

[polariscroquis]

"Old One, Master, all beauty lies within you"

He needed a royal portrait and I regret nothing. Going overboard with details and taking forever to finish? Check.

I now do not know which song I'll do next. Maybe Cirice? Absolution? Year Zero? Nocturnal Me? MISSIONARY MAN???

(I think you guys can see I might just have had an a-ha moment of which one will be next)

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[ghcstcd]

Omega gazes upon you in concern. Have you considered a sit down, and cup of tea?

[bonncy]

Another dewdrop headcanon! Yes, he's still my freckles boy with big ocean eyes, bridge piercing, darker arms AND gills scars since he was a water ghoul to begin with

[cowboyemeritus]

“I don’t think I can do this.”

You look up from your phone. Perpetua is staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, inspecting his new purple, sequined jacket with a frown. His mask and pots of paint sit off to the side, waiting to be put on, but for now, he's bare-faced. You share his displeasure; the article reminds you far too much of his shithead brother, who needed three of them, for some reason. Marika had insisted that some continuity, something familiar for the fans, was necessary for the new tour cycle to affirm his role as the new Papa. He may not bear the Emeritus name, but Perpetua is still a member of the Bloodline, still one of the sons of Nihil, even if he didn’t know it until very recently.

You sigh, meeting his eyes in the mirror and giving him a sympathetic look.

“It’s okay to be nervous.”

He worries his bottom lip between his teeth. “This is more than nervous. This is…” The look of utter despair in his eyes makes your gut twist. Perpetua shakes his head. His breathing is starting to come faster, heavier. “I- I can’t do this. I can’t.” He’s trembling.

You rise from your seat on the edge of the bathtub. In an instant, your arms are around him, your chest flush with his back.

“You can’t back out now, babe.” The show is sold out, the buses already parked outside of the area and ready to unload for tomorrow’s ritual. Maybe it’s not the best thing to say, but you’ve come to learn that sometimes, all he needs is a little tough love. “But you’ve been rehearsing this thing for months. You’ve already done it.”

He swallows hard. “This is different. All those people-”

“Are going to love you. They already love you.” You plant a kiss between his shoulder blades, delighting in the way it makes him shudder. “Not more than me, though.” He lets out a little laugh through his nose, and you’re so relieved you could cry. It’s working; you just need to push a little harder.

“No, definitely not.”

You rest your chin on his shoulder, gazing at him in the mirror. Despite your dislike of the jacket, you can’t deny that he looks fucking amazing in it. With the paints and the mask, it’s a deadly combination. His heart is still hammering beneath your palm, and so you drag your fingertips up and down his chest, trying to soothe him.

“A year ago, you were a high school band teacher.” He gives you a pointed look. You know he loved that job. “Nothing wrong with that, but look at you now. You’re a rockstar. You’re Papa.” You lock eyes with him in the mirror. His cheeks are already flushed a beautiful pink. “You’re Him, babe. You’ve made it.”

Perpetua watches the movement of your hand closely. “They’ll be expecting someone like Copia,” he mumbles. “Someone loud. That’s just not who I am.” You glower, tasting the bile of your hatred for Frater Imperator, whose downfall has become a sort of maladaptive daydream of yours. He’s the only man alive to whom Perpetua could turn to for advice, for some reassurance about his new job, but he’s chosen to act like a spoiled child, rebuffing him every chance he gets. Your beloved doesn’t show it, but you know the incident with the Twitter banner, as ridiculous a stunt it was, shook him pretty badly. It hurts him, knowing his long-lost twin hates his guts for no good reason, for simply daring to exist in the same space as him. For that, you’ll make the old bastard suffer… one of these days.

“If you ask me, that guy is a little too loud.” Your hand starts to trail lower, dancing across the planes of his stomach. The muscles twitch, and you delight in it, always having loved how ticklish he is. “You, though? Very mindful. Very demure.” Perpetua rolls his eyes at this, but the corners of his mouth turn upwards a little. When your fingertips brush against the button of his pants, you glance back up in a silent petition to allow you to continue. He gives you the most minute nod of his head, something sparking in his eyes, and that’s all you need. “You’re you. And you’re going to be amazing.”

Finally, he gives you a sheepish smile, head tilting to the side to rest against yours. “I appreciate your confidence in me, dearest, but-” In a swift motion, you pop the button open, and he sucks in a harsh breath. You’re pleased to find him hardening up as you pull down the zipper and reach in, palming at him through his underwear. He groans, the sound rumbling against your chest.

“No buts.” You give him a little squeeze, reveling in the way his entire body tenses up. Sparing a look upwards, you see he has his eyes shut. “You need to see this,” you purr. “Open those pretty eyes for me.” Hesitantly, Perpetua complies. If it weren’t for all the blood rushing downstairs, you’re certain his face would be beet red by now; he gets so adorably shy sometimes. You smile devilishly, stroking him a few times before your fingers hook under the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down just enough to free him from their confines. Taking him in hand, you start jacking him at a leisurely pace, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the tip, glistening with precum and nearing purple already. Your mouth waters, yearning for a taste, but you have an agenda to fulfill.

“Look at this perfect cock,” you command. Biting his lip, he complies. “You have no idea how many people want it already. A few photos and music videos, and they’re gagging for you, babe.”

“I wouldn’t-” Your other hand comes down to cradle his balls, and through gritted teeth, he moans. “You’re the only one I want.” In spite of the circumstances, it makes your heart flutter, keeping you steady in your resolve. He’s far too sweet, far too good to you; it would be criminal to just let him wallow in his anxiety for the rest of the evening.

“Oh, baby. What did I ever do to deserve you?” You fondle his sac as you continue to stroke him, feeling its weight and the way it’s already tightening up for you. He must be really keyed up — it’s further proof that he needed this. “My perfect man.” Turning your head, you plant a kiss on his neck, then lean in to whisper in his ear. “Papa V Perpetua. First of his name. A frontman unlike any before him.” You nip at his earlobe playfully, snickering, and he jolts. “You’re gonna take the Project to new heights, your Unholiness.” Upping the ante, you pick up the pace of your strokes, twisting your wrist while your other hand gently squeezes him, just how you know he likes. “It’s going to be fucking incredible.”

“Okay, okay, okay.” Perpetua hisses, head falling back against his shoulder, and you know from experience that means he’s close. “Whatever you say. Just-” He has to bite down on his fist to stifle a moan. “Fuck, it’s going to get everywhere.” You just chuckle.

“You’re Papa now. Make a mess. It’s your birthright.”

He lets out a shaky breath, hips jerking with a few abortive thrusts. Encouraging him, you tighten your grip around his shaft until he’s fully fucking your fist, chest heaving and moaning softly, like he’s being touched for the first time. He’s beautiful like this, cheeks all rosy and his face contorted with pleasure. He is a vision, the spirit of Lilith incarnate. It makes your own neglected arousal pound between your legs, but this isn’t about you. This is about hyping him up.

With a final flick of your wrist, Perpetua comes undone, cock throbbing as it shoots a few ropes of spend across the counter and into the sink. He moans, groans, shakes like a leaf in the wind, and all the while you hold him close, keeping him steady through it. When his climax finally ebbs away you don’t let go, basking in the glory of the moment. Though you’re not still working him, overstimulation quickly sets in, and he begins to squirm uncomfortably, snapping you out of your reverie. With an apologetic look, you release him, and he steps aside, awkwardly maneuvering around you so that you can get to the sink and rinse your sticky hands.

“Feeling better?” Perpetua nods, tucking his softening cock away. There’s the smallest splotch of cum on his pants, and he stares at it with a worried expression. He reaches for a towel, but you stop him, gently grasping at his wrist. “I’ll take care of it.” Grabbing the waistband, you tug the garment down, prompting him to step out of them. He looks rather silly, in just his dress shirt, sparkly jacket, and undies, and you can’t help but huff out a little laugh. Then, you rise up on your tiptoes, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Go get ready for bed. You need to rest.”

“But-”

“No buts,” you exclaim, “except that sweet ass of yours wobbling on stage tomorrow!” You give him another kiss, this time on the lips. “I’ll join you soon, okay?” He nods again, and though there’s still a faraway look in his eyes, he smiles. Your heart swells, knowing he means it. 

“Okay, babe.” Then he shuffles past you, out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom. Before he’s completely out of sight, though, he pops back into the doorway. “I wouldn’t have made it this far without you, you know.” You wave him off, scoffing.

“Oh, please. I’d be dead in a ditch by now if it weren’t for you.” He just laughs, and then disappears.

He can do this. And if he won’t believe in himself, then you will. You always will.

[lilspacewolfie]

Soooo two note worthy things for me from Tobias’ HMV talk because my brain is still buzzing asdfg.

When asked if he could tell us more about Papa V he said no (lmao). He misheard someone saying Papa V was a count and just responded “he’s a cunt???”

Also talked about the half-mask thing. I don’t remember verbatim but he said how he developed severe claustrophobia from it and said “if they (presuming the label) had wanted me to do it again (wear the prosthetic masks) I would have never set foot on stage again.”

(Yeah it was THAT bad poor guy) And he reiterated how thankful he was people didn’t turn after that decision.

I don’t have a lot of thought right now but that’s stuff I remember off the top of my head.

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

When considering Perpetua as trans, I think it's interesting to consider Copia also being trans (bc it's not unheard of for twins to be trans or generally queer).

And I think that then adds extra layers to who they are, especially when thinking about how much freedom they'd have had to explore their identities within their upbringing.

Copia being raised by his adoptive parents, who shape him into becoming Papa from an early age once he comes out as trans as a kid. They support him and are happy for him to discover who he is, but it also comes with the cost of molding and shaping him into the man they need him to be if he is to become Papa. And of course he knows who he is away from Papa, but there is still that underlying thing of "this is what will be expected of you as Papa, this is how you meed to be" and he wonders how much of him is truly him and how much of it is what he needed to become in order to he Papa.

And then you have Perpetua. Either raised by Sister or in a convent (I personally like to headcanon that Sister kept him as her own child so that it would draw suspicion away from her being Copia's mother too). And he has a lot more freedom to discover and learn who he is without the expectation that he will one day be Papa. I also think that perhaps he didn't figure out he was trans until he was older, maybe late teens or early 20s. Perhaps something always felt different or out of place within him, but because he has a different upbringing to Copia and different parents raising him he doesn't find the words to describe who he is until he's older and does his own research.

This possibility also adds layers to Copia's hatred for Perpetua. While his identity as a man is shaped by his destiny to one day become Papa and he struggles to identify what is him at his core and what is Papa, Perpetua doesn't have that struggle bc he's been allowed to grow and shape himself as his own man without the expectation of becoming Papa. He doesn't have that question inside him of "am I doing this bc it's me or am I doing this bc it's expected of me?" and for Copia that's something he's jealous of and resents Perpetua for.

Copia was so bitter and hardened when we first met him, remember? We joke that he's always been a hater, but it's more fascinating imo to consider that he's always been resentful of the Papas who haven't had their gender identities influenced or shaped by what they are supposed to become as adults. And that resentment has bubbled and festered into hate and spite. Meanwhile, Perpetua is softer, lighter. He doesn't have to question who he is as a man because Papa wasn't an option for him until he was older and already knew more of who he was before the shaping and the molding began. And now Copia has time to figure out and unpack who he actually is away from Papacy and the upbringing he had where all that mattered was becoming Papa.

[autumnblooms]

all I ever wanted/ all I ever needed/ is here in my arms

[visiosatanae]

I know your soul is not tainted

[sentientgolfball]

Mountain so desperately wants new summon Rain but he’s been here for like a week and it just doesn’t feel right to try and fuck when he can barely use a fork but he smells so good and he’s so pretty and he’s pretty sure his dick gets hard every time he hears him speak

So he does what any rational ghoul would do. He steals one of his shirts while on laundry duty. He goes back to his room and holds it to his face so he can only smell Rain while he strokes himself over and over until he cums dry.