𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀'𝙎 𝙋𝘼𝙋𝘼 !

[papalrot]

 ＃𝑷𝑨𝑷𝑨𝑳𝑹𝑶𝑻 .

𝐚      𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲      𝐢𝐧   :     ending  ancient  blood  lines,   𝖴𝖲𝖴𝖱𝖯𝖨𝖭𝖦  𝖳𝖧𝖤  𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦,  ending  the  world,   the  diabolical  &  divine,   the  fifth  horseman  of  the  apocalypse,   the  NAYSAYER .

AN   INDIE   PAPA  EMERITUS  THE  IV.     EST.   MARCH.   2019   /    RE - EST.   AUG  2022. author  is  mr.  moon.     HE/THEY.  25+  OCCULTIST &  PLANT DAD.   RULES  /  STATS

[papalrot]

hey hi i dunno if youre still on here ( since it's been inactive for a long time and all ) id like to come off anon to discuss your DNI portion with hazelebub. i just dropped them of six years a few days ago, and i feel like there's a lot of the story that im missing since it was in their perspective. if you dont feel comfortable talking about this, feel free to disregard this ask, no pressure.

sure. head into my dm's.

[papalrot]

updated my rules :) 

[papalrot]

updated my rules :) 

[roseydoux]

[garcondehadrian-deactivated2023]

got my fangs sharpened at claire’s 

[liquiddrywall]

I find it hilarious that copia doesn’t have a zipper on his pants bc could u imagine what it would be like trying to give him the double hand twist gawk gawk 3000 in that???

Like shit could be all hot and heavy and he’d have to just pause everything for a good couple of minutes to unlace the corset barricading his cock

[papalrot]

 ＃𝑷𝑨𝑷𝑨𝑳𝑹𝑶𝑻 .

𝐚      𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲      𝐢𝐧   :     ending  ancient  blood  lines,   𝖴𝖲𝖴𝖱𝖯𝖨𝖭𝖦  𝖳𝖧𝖤  𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦,  ending  the  world,   the  diabolical  &  divine,   the  fifth  horseman  of  the  apocalypse,   the  NAYSAYER .

AN   INDIE   PAPA  EMERITUS  THE  IV.     EST.   MARCH.   2019   /    RE - EST.   AUG  2022. author  is  mr.  moon. HE/THEY.  25+  OCCULTIST &  PLANT DAD.   RULES  /  STATS

[evan-knoblauch-deactivated20180]

LE NAILS TEARDROP GLOVES †  MAJESTY BLACK

[vendetta06]

my music taste is immaculate. dick game huge. i am friends with rodents. i am sexy and insane and i think that's cool of me. i am gay. the only flaw is that i'm evil

[papalrot]

    damien  taylor  was  known  for  being  highly  opinionated  about  his  music  taste  and  what  he  likes  and  dislikes.  he  could  got  on  and  on  about  it  for  hours.  he  would  always  have  some  song  playing  in  the  background  when  he  wasn’t  creating.  it  was  his  way  of  passively  coping  with  the  silence  and  his  thoughts  that  tend  to  overwhelm  him.  furrowing  his  brows  at  the  accusation,  he  shook  his  head.  his  dark  brown  locks  moving  as  he  did so.

“no.  i  actually  like  it.  i  think  you  did  a  great  job.”  he  did  make  a  small  face  at  copia  calling  himself  damien’s  boss.  as  he  was  not  his  boss.  damien  didn’t  have  one. unless you count his manager, which has limited power over him.

“you’re  not  my  boss  dude.  you  and  i  just  so  happen  to  be  performing  together at the same venue.  that’s  it.”

❛❛      i  am  your  boss.    i’m  your  bosses  boss.  i’m  your  bosses  bossess  bossess  boss.     ❜❜       the  pope  says  this  with  an  unnerving  smile,   the  neat,  white  front  teeth  peeking  past  his  rotting  maw.   he  looks  like  a  man  with  a  plan.    cocky.   like  a  child  with  a  magnifying  glass  burning  ants.

copia  leans  an  arm  over  the  back  of  his  dressing  room  chair.

❛❛       you  know,  yes,  what  d’at  makes  me?    ❜❜      the  demon  pope’s  eyes  are  wide,  pupil’s  blown,  and  he  asserts  himself  with  a  gloved  finger,   pointing  it  at  the  boy.

❛❛    it  makes  me  king,  baby.     ❜❜  

[vhs-ninja]

[papalrot]

Infuriating. Her curiosity would be the death of her. Verona had only wanted to know what really happened behind closed doors of this "satanic church". Yet, her she was. Sitting in the VIP lounge with the pope himself. The pet names amuse and, dare she say, endear her. The other part of her wants to pick him apart with her sharp claws. She wonders what she'd find in his chest. A heart that beats like any other or would there be a void that mimics it's former self? Her intensity is softened as he bows his head, she takes as reverence, to kiss her hand, and gift his tribute.

A smirk appears on her face as her legs cross over each other. A single claw raises to trace along his jugular before tipping his chin up. a slight pressure but nothing more. For now. Just as quick as she granted her touch, it was gone. "It will do for the moment, Copia. I am more hungry than thirsty," Verona slides the last sentence, hoping he caught her meaning. "perhaps there is a ghoul you're not particularly fond of wandering about," she hummed against her glass as she took a sip. It burned and tasted like sludge on her tongue. A slight grimace marks her otherwise satisfied expression.

“i suspect you’re not going to have a lot of free time once your new tour starts. I’m told your shows are quite eccentric.”            @vampyrra​

it  would  be  remiss  of  him  if  he  did  not  indulge  in  her  beauty.   verona’s  milky,  pale  thighs  part  and  one  corner  of  his  mouth  twitches  into  a  smirk,    languidely  bringing  his  pointed  gaze  back  to  the  woman’s  eyes.     no  shame,   only  the  cognizance  that  she  knows  he’s  staring.            that  his  eyes  could  touch  what  his  hands  could  not.

a  thrill  buzzes  down  copia’s  spine  like  a  live  wire  when  verona  reaches  for  him  with  a  clawed  finger.    copia  tries  to  ignore  the  call  of  his  own  hunger.   he  grips  the  back  of  the  leather  chair.    when  he  speaks,   it’s  low,   almost  a  purr.

❛❛     and  let  you  ruin  your  appetite ?    ❜❜       the  demon  pope’s  laughter  follows  with  a  measured  grace,   trying  to  reign  himself  in.   doing  little  to  stop  his  leather  bound  finger  from  running  up  her  bare  back,    along  her  spine,   where  his  own  excitement  could  be  felt.

❛❛   is  d’at  what  you’ve  been  told     --   well.   who  am  i  to  disagree  with  the  masses,   i’m   just     ⁻ ᵉʰʰʰʰʰ ⁻    a  humble  old  man.    ❜❜     pleased,  secretly,  his  bravery  arrives;   ❛❛     you  could  come,   of  course.    tell  me,   sweet  verona,  how  do  you  look  in  a  habit?    ❜❜  

[wow-david]

Year Zero - Madrid, Spain | 08/05/2022

[papalrot]

“No,  Cardinale...  not  even  in  hell.”  

Primo  allows  that  to  haunt  the  air  for  a  long  moment,  clasped  hands  hidden  by  his  robes,  all  the  while  watching  the  younger  man’s  anxiety  swirl  and  mutate  into  what  he  identifies  as  FEAR.  It  is  true,  the  ghoul  was  simply  there  one  day...and  the  next  not.  Gone  in  a  haze.  Even  as  a  child,  he  saw  the  significance  of  the  event.  

                                                           “Some  people  simply  disappear.  What  the  dark  lord  does  with  them  is  His  business  and  his  alone.  I  do  not  pretend  to  know  His  mind.”  Modesty  is  a  virtue  he  is  willing  to  possess,  as  holy  as  some  think  it  may  be.

❛❛    did  they  look  in  the  ninth  circle   -   because  you  know  how  it  is  over  d’ere,   they       ⁻ ᵉʰʰʰʰʰ ⁻     they  don’t  do  much.   ❜❜    a  hand  comes  up,  defensively.       like  lucifer  himself  could  hear  him  critiquing  his  best  work  or  something.   copia  looks  behind  him,   paranoid.    when  he  speaks  again,   it’s  a  whisper.       ❛❛     you’d  look  for  me            ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒           right  @firstemeritus​ ?    ❜❜    lucavacchi  looks  into  primo’s  eyes,   trying  to  hold  his  gaze.

❛❛   if  i  went  ....  missing.    ❜❜

[papalrot]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭   𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜  𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫   𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞   𝐚𝐫𝐞   𝐲𝐨𝐮 ?

𝔱𝔥𝔢        𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱   !

it’s  an  odd  thing,   to  feel  so  far  from  grounded  and  yet :  𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝,  𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃,  𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄.  there’s  more  you  have  to  do!   people  love  to  say  ghosts  hold  grudges  or  HAUNT  FOR  REVENGE  but  they  always  get  it  wrong;   you’re  stuck  because  something  or  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄  has  chained  you  and  left  you  there.      you  try  &  reach  out  to  all  those  bright  people  that  pass  through,   but  it  rarely  feels  like  it  does  much  more  than  knock  a  cup  off  the  table,   blow  some  papers  into  the  air.          i  need  you  to  trust  me:    THEY’RE  LISTENING.   they’ll  keep  looking  for  you  &  eventually,   they’ll  be  able  to  see  you  too.

tagging:   you,  fool <3

[fluffybiscuithead]

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