he ain’t dead he just chillin
holy shit
He stumbled back to his quarters, the afterglow of the ritual rapidly fading. He was sweaty. Sore. He was always sweaty and sore—why did he think it would be any different this time around?
He brought the wash cloth up to his face, and paused. After a moment of hesitation, he started carefully wiping away the unfamiliar parts of the skull paint.
There he was, underneath it all, looking back at himself from the mirror. The same as he had always been.
“Not Papa,” he sighed to himself. “Cardinal.”
An accidental companion series to my last Papa IV piece—look, that initial rush of Post-Coronation BDE Confidence can only last for so long.
This started out as that one painting at the end, and then just… kept going! I am WEAK and full of feelings.
A quiz on ‘demonology, serial killers and stuff like that’ with Papa I :) One of the rare instances where Papa himself speaks and not a nameless ghouls. From Kerrang #1387, October 2011.
it’s about the nails
a bunch of marys
copia come get ur cat smh
Ghost | Mary On A Cross (Live In Tampa 2022)
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Tobias Forge on the red carpet at the AMAs 2022 (x)
Ok, but—hear me out…
Am I stupid like did everyone else know that mummy dust is the first ingredient in the queen's potion to make herself older and ugly in Snow White?