── .✦ 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰: closed
⛧ Papa V Perpetua
⛧ Frater Imperator/Papa Emeritus IV/Cardinal Copia
⛧ the list of characters i feel confident taking requests for is likely going to change/expand as time goes on.
writing: sfw and nsfw of all sorts, reader-inserts (no use of y/n) or × vague oc, headcanons, blurbs, etc.
will not write: straight-up non-con, incest, paedophilia, anything that makes me violently uncomfortable.
── .✦ quick guide:
⛧ ficlets = below 3k words
⛧ tidbits = wips, snippets, character studies
𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔰
⸸ <3 (The Luckiest) (gn!reader, +18)
⸸ An Ascot, You Ass (gn!reader)
⸸ Some Bright Morning (v-day fic, gn!reader)
𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰
⸸ caring for a partner with awful cramps
⸸ mark of the beast
⸸ miscellaneous
⸸ miscellaneous #2
⸸ romantic relationship dynamics (gn!reader)
── .✦ ex-catholic headcanons:
⸸ clerical manipulation
⸸ ex-catholic priest
⸸ ex-catholic priest #2
⸸ his rosary & favourite relics
𝔱𝔦𝔡𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔰
⸸ his approach to the papal duties, the laity and the clergy (char. study + headcanons + some scenes)
⸸ excerpts
⸸ quotes
⸸ quotes #2
⸸ quotes #3
𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔰
⸸ Project It / Predict It
‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚ 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢!
⸸ some Terzopolitus rambles
⸸ Ghurch headcanons #1 (administration, inner conflicts, common vs local traditions)
⸸ Valentine’s Day within the Ghurch
⸸ How does the clerical hierarchy work? (based on the Catholic Church)
☞ 1.1k words, gn!reader, non-descript, religious undertones, blasphemy, oral sex as communion, allusions to erectile dysfunction, power imbalance, 18+
It feels forbidden to approach him in the chapel, when he’s veiled in his white ceremonial robes and the mitre, his appearance grand and all-powerful. Primo shimmers like a preternatural being, surrounded by long beams that hold up high vaulted ceilings, halos of light reflected by stained glass, clouds of incense and the echoing chants of the congregation lingering long after everyone left.
He is one with the fog when he preaches, his voice subdued, yet roaring from the depths of Hell itself.
You watch him for a while, in the center of it all, the crackling, static atmosphere of mass still clinging to you. His sermon is burnt into your memory. It’s rare that he’s convinced to preach these days but when he does the impression lasts for weeks, like a feverish dream, the vision barely real but lingering in powerful fragments. Sometimes you hear people whisper about it, some confused, some in awe and some frightened to their very bones. For you, it’s all that you can think about.
“Will you help me with my robes, little lamb?”
His voice is softer now, mellowing when he’s addressing you. Your palm strokes across the warm wood of the pew one last time before you stand. His back is still turned to you, his attention focused on the altar. Your heart thumps in your chest but you have no reason to be nervous. The big bad wolf has become tamed in your presence, though his fangs never quite retract.
“You were mesmerising,” you compliment. He turns to look over his shoulder, his unbearably sharp eye still glowing white in the aftermath, and you almost flinch. Almost.
“You are flattering an old man,” he says, turning fully now, and the weight of the moment falls off of him. His shoulders release their tension, his features soften, though the corpse paint never loses much of its edge. When he removes his mitre some of the magic comes off with it.
You reach out to touch the smooth fabric of his robes, enamoured with the contrast of the man you saw during mass and the controlled yet tired old man in front of you. “I’m not exaggerating. The Sibling next to me stifled a cry when you started speaking.”
“Are you saying that I… still got it, hm?” he teases, holding out his arms. “Sadly, this time no one ran out screaming.”
You smile when you lift the robes over his head. He’s wearing a simple black cassock underneath that hides his scraggy frame. But when you wrap your arms around his neck you can feel him, hard-edged and ungiving. Primo is not a soft man, you wouldn’t call him very considerate, but he can be gentle when he wants to be. Right now, you feel the tenderness in his touch as his long, bony hands roam your back, up and up until one long finger reaches your neck and tilts your chin up to meet him.
His kiss is insistent, slow but thorough. He’s hungering for you after spending so much of himself on the congregation. You respond eagerly, inhaling bitter black paint and the intense remnants of burnt resin. Underneath it all, there is the forbidden feeling again, as though he is not a mere man but something else, something you’re not allowed to touch. He belongs to Lucifer, he belongs to the fog, but you have to remind yourself, that in these moments, he belongs to you as well.
“Have you taken your communion, little lamb?” he asks as he breaks away.
“No, Papa. I only take it from you.”
His eyes narrow. You’re familiar with this as well. Primo doesn’t have to order, you sink to your knees on your own, using the now folded robes as a cushion. From below, he looks dangerous. Tall and in all-black, jagged and death-pale, the shadows on his angular face deep, hollowing him out. His long fingers remain on your cheek for a moment, his face calm and expectant. You’re the lamb before the slaughter, wondering why the butcher hasn’t drawn his knife yet.
And perhaps he won’t if you only please him enough.
Primo doesn’t react when you reach to open the buttons on his frock. He’s made it clear that you have to work for what you want, that you’re here to serve, that this is not just for you but for Him as well, the one who carries the light. Primo’s guidance is a gift from Him, as is his attention, and your reverence is the answer to how he keeps you by his side.
When you look for the thicker button on his pants, Primo stops you. His thumb moves to your chin, gloveless now, and you can feel a sharp nail pressing into the softness of your bottom lip, quickly drawing blood. Obediently, you open your mouth, stretching out your tongue just enough to taste metal. He moves inside, pressing down on the centre until spit gathers and you can’t swallow.
His eyes remain fixed on yours. You note that he never blinks in these moments, that his focus is dangerously sharp.
“Are you ready to receive Him?” he asks.
You nod and keep your eyes on his. They’re all you see amidst the rustling of fabric, the slow sigh that falls from his lips. A moment later he replaces his finger with the tip of his cock, leaving you no time to give into the urge to swallow. It’s warm, heavy, familiar, almost choking you already. You close your lips around him and take him as deep as you can, breathing against the discomfort. He’s not fully hard, he never is, but the fullness of him is too much even so.
It’s a precious moment to feel him so deeply, to glance up at him in the hazy light of the chapel when he’s in full control, to have him to yourself just after he gave his presence to so many others. He’s your light, he’s your path to the end of all things that you walk down willingly. And you know that he'll always be there amidst the chaos.
You pleasure him for a while, slowly and to no specific end. He doesn’t always come but you don’t mind either way. He lets you go on for a while, just watching, moving with you at times, staying completely still at others, encouraging you with his admiration. His hand holds your head and it feels safe, it feels painfully intimate.
The only sounds in the chapel are your shared breathing and the echo of wet flesh.
Even so, you can feel a change when he approaches the height of his pleasure, ragged breaths breaking through his still demeanour, his fingers tightening, the sharp little sting of pain, the pulsing in his cock and the occasional taste of salt when he does find his end. It doesn’t matter how he gives you this blessing. Here on your knees, you receive whatever he is willing to give.
hi i loved your papas as pigeons post i’m so obsessed😭🩷 can i pretty please ask for sister imperator and mr psaltarian as pigeons too because i’m dying to know what they would be
guess i might have been right about this becoming my legacy after all 💀 jokes aside, i'm so happy you enjoyed the silliness! here's your pigeons. and only mr psaltarian? come on, sister in sapphism, marika should not be overlooked. 🙂↕️✨️
Sister Imperator
(i've had this one prepared since yesterday but tumblr's limits sabotaged me)
i think sister would be a pied imperial pigeon. yeah, it's not even an american pigeon but the appearance checks out. it's blonde! it's lovely! not flashy but definitely stands out. look at those smooth feathers! and those black accents are quite dashing, quite elegant if i may say so. 🙂↕️
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Marika Psaltarian
easy! either a bucharest ciung highflyer (known for its, well, extremely fast- and high-flying abilities, obviously) orrrr a gallatz roller. why the latter? they are acrobatic birds. i think that fits her even better!
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Mister Psaltarian
either an american show racer (two first pics) or an opal french mondain. sturdy. unshaken. possibly mildly mischievous. has seen some shit. would peck you? elegant in its own way.
a flexible, low-pressure event for all your feral (and filthy) ideas about creature!Perpetua. werewolf? vampire? demon? something more monstrous? go crazy with it! all varieties of creature are welcome, as are all levels of heat and kink. please tag responsibly and include content warnings when necessary!
how it works:
⛧ post any time during the month of June (late posts welcome in case life gets busy!)
⛧ fics, drabbles, headcanons, art, moodboards, etc--as long as it includes creature!Perpetua
⛧ no prompts
⛧ no posting schedule
⛧ no limits!!
just make sure you use the tag #CreaturePerpetuaMonth2026 so everyone can find your work!
and again, i am so humbly asking for tags and warnings as needed. i want everyone to feel comfortable enough to let their freak flags fly, but we gotta make sure we don't scare anyone off.
MAKE SURE YOU USE THE READ-MORE LINK WHEN POSTING FIC DIRECTLY TO TUMBLR! 😅
any questions, feel free to shoot me an ask or a DM~
Hey! Would you be able to elaborate on how you use notion for writing, specifically moving scenes around in long fics? Apologies if you've already gone over this somewhere. I'm stuck on google docs and finding it limiting now that I'm branching into longer stories. Would love to know more about how you organise your wips <3
Writing Longfic In Notion (My Version)
Hi! I was out yesterday all day and now it's time to do the Notion Fic Writing Masterlist I should have done years ago when first asked.
I have used Notion since Jan 2023. When you first sign up it's a confusing clusterfuck, but simpler is always better. I only use 1 template and its just Blank Page. This thing is basically Slack merged with Google Docs and we are forcing it into a creative writing system.
Organizing a Single Fic
I start with a homepage. The subcategories (Headings) are Outline, In Order, Random, Notes
Around all these categories I decorate the place with inspiring art, songs, photos and other things. You can click and drag anything anywhere. On desktop you can make two columns if you want.
Each bold thing with an icon you see in these pics is another page. Sometimes I just do random conversations and scenes and then drag them into the In Order area.
Every time you hit enter you make another "Block." You can change the properties of that block (headings, toggle lists, link to, etc) kind of like Tumblr
Get into the weeds below the cut (or for some stupid idiot reason Tumblr doesn't want to cut my stuff and for that I apologize, I've edited this ten times to make sure there's a cut)
Outline: I use the "To Do List" Basic Block to prep an outline. I can check off what I've done. I can drag and rearrange things. Sometimes this is where I do beat by beat writing before I get into chapters and detailed writing. Sometimes I move things into chapter sections to make sure the pacing is good.
In Order: Scenes I've written and I've dragged In order. Sometimes I write a single chapter as an entire page, other times I separate each major scene change into pages. It depends. Here it is in Somnambulist and a little look into how I add art to the fic homepage.
Sex scenes I tend to write in single pages just because I want to zero in on them when I'm writing them. And sometimes I don't know where they go yet. Apollo has many dodgeballs and he fires them to me all at once or out of order.
Random: The random page is just random scenes I wanted to write. I don't know yet where they go in the story or if i need to include them at all. I probably let 20% of all the writing I do for a fic become just subtext. Write more than you think you want to show to a reader, it's helpful for you and the reader can feel that there's more to the story in the story they're reading. Writing is never wasted. (Obviously I don't want to show spoilers for WIPs and completed words have a very sparse Random page so no screenshots here.)
What's fun sometimes is a random scene page that then gets transformed into an entirely new fic homepage just by adding all the categories...
Homepage Code: You can change the icon next to pages. I do this so I know what's done and what needs to be done.
Notes: Thoughts, conversations, sentences I like. I also include links to research topics, videos, relevant reddit threads aka any sort of research I wanna do for a fic. Somnambulist has the most research I've ever done (which tbh isn't all that much) so there's quite a few links on 1980s Poland and the Milan Cathedral and walking tours of cities, historic photos, language notes etc
Other stuff: sometimes I get overwhelmed with what the fuck I've written and I need to do some stabilizing writing. It's either a page of a "Therapy Session" aka I give the characters truth serum and have them literally say exactly what they are feeling and why. That way I have the subtext back in my brain and they're not going off track.
Or I make a page with a table on it with "Things I want to show" and then write what moments will demonstrate that.
AU Organizing
So you get enough fic homepages sometimes they all start to become a massive AU. Then you create a homepage for the homepages. All of these are "Links" to homepages. I'm afraid to move huge fic blocks to something else.
here you can add other cool stuff like pages for lore, photos, links for the entire AU and everything.
This is all an organic process that does not come about overnight. As you work with the system you can find what works for you. But to sum up, every one of my longfics starts as a homepage with the Headings of
Please keep interacting with this post because when I come to tumblr to procrastinate, this shows up again in my notifications and guilts me into writing again
i know a lot of people have been begging for a Ghost Lady Gaga cover and I love all of the song choices. Most of my picks are from the Born This Way (Bloody Mary, Electric Chapel and Heavy Metal Lover would slap, among others)
but let me present my biggest want: Perpetua cover of I Like It Rough
