── .✦ 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
⸸ eldritch-leaning/creature-ish headcanons
⸸ 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)
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Btw I loooove starting a post like "also" "by the way" "and another thing" when there was fully no conversation or preceding thought. U will experience my posts en media res
you have permission to pick that 2 year old "abandoned" project back up. it's not mad at you for setting it aside. and maybe time and distance have helped ease or erase the things that made you put it down in the first place.
r.i.p. to all those painters and sculptors that depicted Lucifer as being stupid hot, like just way more attractive than he needed to be, you guys would've loved the band Ghost
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Ao3
[ᯓ⛧⋆₊*.⁺𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙]
warnings: religious trauma (nothing particularly detailed) + mild hints at body horror
note: in honour of this awesome event put together by @lycanthra... i've decided to resurrect some of my favourite hcs and offer them to the congregation.
overview: a mix of character-centric rant/analysis bits and typical bullet point hcs. last year saw me trying to find balance in the way i portrayed perpetua's eldritch traits in my main fic. this is more gothic-adjacent/odd-leaning than opently monstrous. i wanted him to be uncanny and unsettling without making him fully monstrous or inhuman. in the end, i'm quite happy with the end results, so here they are! just bear in mind that this is my main characterisation of the babadook prince, not the only one I've got up my sleeve, so keep an eye out for more creatureposting!
I think all the previous Papas have had some non-human traits of sorts—not necessarily due to bloodline magic or inheritance, but mainly because the Infernal seems to relish in playing favourites and Sister Imperator's circle is definitely a part of that group.
The issue is that V's predecessors were raised around ghouls and the Satanic clergy; they had the time and resources to learn about and embrace their individual hell-given blessings. He, on another hand, spent majority of his life without even knowing that he'd been noticed by the Infernal. More than that—he grew up under the bonds of the very opposite of his family's religion, having been raised in a Catholic orphanage and then going on to pursue "regular" priesthood.
Despite that, the signs have been there all along, stretching all the way back to V's childhood; even suppressed by his Catholic baptism, the Devil's light still managed to shine through in glimpses.
𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔬𝔫
V's eye didn't need to bear the silver mark for those around him to consider him an odd child from the very beginning. He would hear things sometimes—neither human whispers nor clear voices; strange hums in tones and language V could never pinpoint, yet understood in fragments he would forget not long after. They would slip from his memory like remnants of some fading yet complex dream, leaving V with little more than a feeling of strange absence in the place of clarity.
On other ocassions, he would sense the presence of something, even in empty rooms, as if it called to something in him, beckoning him closer.
None of these things would happen regularly to properly disturb the rhythm of his life, but they took plac often enough that he'd started to notice.
The first few times he brought it up to the sisters who ran the orphanage, with all the trust of a small child who hadn't yet learned how to fully suppress questions and fear. Naturally, the nuns brushed it off as typical make-believe. But the more the pattern persisted, the less it made sense to keep blaming V's overactive imagination, and soon the culprits ranged from the boy's bad dreams overstaying their welcome, to straight-up demonic possession.
That quickly taught him to keep quiet and try to resolve the matter himself. He would find himself internalising the adults' feedback; It's just your brain acting up. This is what you get from reading so many books, from asking so many questions. La curiosità è figlia del peccato.
He would try to pray it all away or (briefly) convince himself that perhaps those were some kind saints or guardian angels leaving him little signs—but that assumption felt arrogant, too dangerous to make. So he just let the signs pass—let them happen, let them disturb him sometimes, and then let them fade into monotony. It's not like they happened everyday, after all. It's just that some days proved more challenging than others.
Perhaps everyone experienced something of that sort at least a few times in their life, he tried to tell himself, and they simply felt too ashamed to tell anyone. Or perhaps he was cursed. Perhaps he really was imagining things. Or perhaps those were all symptoms of his soul's unrest and the need for holy healing. Or nothing, or nonsense.
He ended up traversing his previous life more or less accustomed to that weirdness. It never genuinely interrupted anything of importance anyway; it merely remained, the way some currents may be temporarily halted, yet refuse to properly shift.
𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱-𝔲𝔫𝔟𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔪
Imagine V's surprise upon discovering a religion, an entire community, that doesn't negate or simply acknowledge those odd traits of his, but openly celebrates them. Considers them blessings, signs of favour.
He begins to learn how to tune into them, or how to tune them out on occassion, but this time without the harshness of his younger years. And after his unbaptism, after having his soul torn open anew and letting the black light in… the signs amplify. Mutate. Unspool. They seep in bit by bit, extremely subtle until they're too apparent to ignore—and yet, they always feel like they were meant to take place. Like nothing has been added nor taken away, only illuminated.
The subtler ones are usually fairly easy to disregard, or even just miss—unless you're around him often enough and pay close attention: his skin being two or three degrees colder than most humans' (very useful during heatwaves...); his silver eye not only reflecting light but seemingly glowing with one ot its own; shadows moving and bending oddly in his proximity.
Corvids are oddly aware of his presence. It's something people only realise after having spent more time around him. Sometimes there's a crow or two perched nearby, just staring. Every now and then, they may bring him little trinkets: tiny bones, weirdly shaped beads that could be rocks or disassembled jewellery or merely glass shards smoothed out by time and rain.
Other changes V experiences more deeply just because they happen within his body rather than around it.
For example, one day someone notices that his pulse feels… delayed. It beats just a moment slower than expected, or may sometimes be felt in the wrong place (temple, wrist, but faint and misaligned).
Also, his wounds don’t bleed at first; there's a strange pause, followed by a slow oozing, as if his vessel's reluctant. Afterwards his skin might knit oddly, cleanly but without the sense of urgency.
I think the best way to summarise how I want to write "creature" V is uncanny valley? Hardly any of that is intentional and honestly the first few times the "bigger" changes happen the poor man is genuinely unsettled.
They, to quote my dear friend, "make his adjustment to the Church twice as complicated—he's not just adjusting to a new belief system, environment, and people. He's also adjusting to a new way of being him. Of how his body works, how he interacts with the world."
Imagine accidentally nicking someone mid-kiss because suddenly your fangs have grown. What if they don't always retreat back to normal right away? What if at one point they just stop mid-transformation and stay that way, and now you're stuck with your teeth forever suspended between human and something else entirely—
On that note, I don't think V needs blood, but he may want to drink it. Whether because he's not fully human or just because he's a sicko is completely up to you.
I think his choice of costumes is a blend of living finally out his gothic diva dream and also embracing those non-human aspects of himself, even if he doesn't necessarily have all the features we've seen in the photoshoots, such as an actual tail or wings. Probably.
His claws do make an appearance every now and then! They're just a rarer instance than the literal demon teeth + not something he can control particularly well yet. They're also shorter than what we've seen in the promo pics, though their length varies.
That's the thing: V's most noticeable physical creatre-shifts aren't consistent and are mostly temporary. Unlike a typical werewolf or kelpie transformation, there is no specific set of features that appear every single time a change takes place, because the process itself is not as much about shapeshifting as it is about the human body bending the rules of how it should function, in order to make space for something else.
Anyway, he purrs sometimes. It doesn't sounds exactly like a cat's purr, but it's not too dissimilar either. Have you ever heard a bat purr? Yeah, it's a little like that. Predictably, it happens when he feels safe and content, away from strangers' ears or eyes. It's also easier for him to get under wraps compared to some of the other changes, so if he notices his partner finds the sound soothing or pleasant, he may bring it out/emphasize it to some degree.
Another sound he sometimes makes: chittering. Clicking. It tends to veer into insectile or resemble the whisper of a rattlesnake's tail, and thus can be rather disturbing. It's also pretty much beyond V's control, especially since it happens in much different settings than the purrs. The circumstances primarily involve layered overwhelm of some sort (be it physical, emotional or spiritual) + more often than not appear alongside claws, oddly shifting eyes, various distortions: splintered voice, bones bendt at unnatural angles; breath turning freezing like a gust of catacomb air; shadows pooling along his skin in a way that's just not right.
He fixates in that state sometimes. Might not fully realise what's happening. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's best for the right person to be nearby until it passes.
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this is of course purely subjective but I am right
The Best, the Apex, the Highest of Visual Art:
I have so many feelings about Terzo's design. It is gorgeous. I have referred to him before in a gushing moment as "the art deco masterpiece" and hoo boy is he. Like, legitimately, the marriage of the futurist themes in Meliora with his face design are just *chef kiss*. If you don't believe me, take a look at one of the most famous pieces of art deco art and peep the similarities:
the cheek bone and brow framing shape are just like the goddamn Oscar. Coupled with the nose and eyes for a hint of the original skull design from Papas past and the daring upper lip only lipstick...he's perfect.
Second Place, The World Was Not Ready:
We were robbed. This could have been the eternal Popia look. It was so, so good. This paint job being inspired by the shape of a rat skull has been covered already and ughhh that was such a cool idea. It's in keeping with the skeletal theme but an ambitious change and hearkens back to song lyrics from Cardi's era. We could have had it all, everyone.
Third Place, The Classic:
It looks a bit messy in this shot but it's the first one I could find head on. It...sure is a skull. But Secondo's design is good in the way that a 3 chord song on a guitar is good. Basic in a way that lays the foundations for future greatness. Iconic and a measuring stick that all other designs can be judged by. Also not visible here but in some shots the eye makeup is glittery and that's glorious. This is my middle point on the list despite it being third place out of seven because the next two entries tie and one loses points for...
Fourth Place for Only Being a Glimpse of the Face:
It's...mostly black. And the mask is doing the heavy lifting for the skull motif. It's a very cool look, but this is a paint design contest so he loses points for it not being paint - he'd be above Secondo if I wasn't docking those points. But...these lips. The perfect cupid's bow with the little pointy bits coming off of it. I continue to lose my shit about how wonderful that design for lipstick shape is and if I ever decided to wear makeup again I'd be spending hours in the mirror trying to make those little points happen and probably failing. Though bonus points for the base note being more silver than white. That's neat. It lends an uncanny look under the stage lights at certain angles which really compliments Perpetua's whole Creature thing
Fourth Place For Wasted Potential:
Popia is my second favorite Papa look overall - why then is his paint so low? Because we had number two on the list to compare it to. And number two was glorious. It was inspired and a winking reference and unique. This...without the nose dots, the bold cheek design connecting to the lips just makes it look clownish. Which, okay, creepy clown is a whole aesthetic, but that's not the Ghost aesthetic. It really neutered the design taking away the more ratlike elements. Tragedy.
Fifth Place For...Eh?:
Secondo did it better. I'm sorry, he did. However I will give that the version we see in the Dance Macabre video is the crowning moment of this look
You really feel in the context of the video's storytelling the Significance of him wearing this paint for the first time.
And Lastly:
I'm so sorry Peepaw but you look like a ham steak was dolled up in corpse paint and then run over by a truck. The blurry edges are not doing it any favors. The jagged lines have the potential to be good with better execution but...this just isn't giving. Sorry old man please don't kill me.
@sleepy-ghuleh tragic is how I would rank it. It's just Secondo's paint, so for pure Design it would go there but the uncanny valley of it being on the wrong face just knocks it way down the list. Above Primo at least but like... Terzo's rounder, shorter face shape and pursed lips cause this paint to somehow constantly give Resting Grumpy Toddler Face? Like the poor baby has been out for Halloween too long and needs to go home for his nap. It especially loses points in contrast to Terzo's other look being the Best one
I once saw someone say Original Paint Terzo looks like he eats barbed wire and that's eternally how I think about it now.
Anyway I'm in my feelings tonight so here's some Terzo's Paint Being Beautiful.
Notice how clean and sharp the lines are. How the angles of the cheekbones look so distinct from the sides, but soften and round out head-on. How the negative space accentuates the stylized skull shape. How the paint doesn't reach his hairline and (in the later, finalized versions) stops above his natural jawline. Notice how hot he is.
I've said this before in my Terzo Style/Aesthetic Analysis posts but: He doesn't want to get paint in his hair or on his suit. The look is as practiced and precise and sleek as he is. He truly looks like he has a painted face, rather than a painted mask.
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not necessarily a creature-habit but. perpetua bringing his partner little gifts the way a befriended crow would offer tiny trinkets. or how a cat or dog might hunt for critters and then bring them to their owner as a sign of devotion. it's usually anything but flowers.
he's doesn't have much patience nor intuition for that. but gift-giving? as long as the other person's open minded— (yes, that means they would sometimes receive tiny bones if they're not too sqeamish about that...)
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Ao3
[ᯓ⛧⋆₊*.⁺𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙]
warnings: religious trauma (nothing particularly detailed) + mild hints at body horror
note: in honour of this awesome event put together by @lycanthra... i've decided to resurrect some of my favourite hcs and offer them to the congregation.
overview: a mix of character-centric rant/analysis bits and typical bullet point hcs. last year saw me trying to find balance in the way i portrayed perpetua's eldritch traits in my main fic. this is more gothic-adjacent/odd-leaning than opently monstrous. i wanted him to be uncanny and unsettling without making him fully monstrous or inhuman. in the end, i'm quite happy with the end results, so here they are! just bear in mind that this is my main characterisation of the babadook prince, not the only one I've got up my sleeve, so keep an eye out for more creatureposting!
I think all the previous Papas have had some non-human traits of sorts—not necessarily due to bloodline magic or inheritance, but mainly because the Infernal seems to relish in playing favourites and Sister Imperator's circle is definitely a part of that group.
The issue is that V's predecessors were raised around ghouls and the Satanic clergy; they had the time and resources to learn about and embrace their individual hell-given blessings. He, on another hand, spent majority of his life without even knowing that he'd been noticed by the Infernal. More than that—he grew up under the bonds of the very opposite of his family's religion, having been raised in a Catholic orphanage and then going on to pursue "regular" priesthood.
Despite that, the signs have been there all along, stretching all the way back to V's childhood; even suppressed by his Catholic baptism, the Devil's light still managed to shine through in glimpses.
𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔬𝔫
V's eye didn't need to bear the silver mark for those around him to consider him an odd child from the very beginning. He would hear things sometimes—neither human whispers nor clear voices; strange hums in tones and language V could never pinpoint, yet understood in fragments he would forget not long after. They would slip from his memory like remnants of some fading yet complex dream, leaving V with little more than a feeling of strange absence in the place of clarity.
On other ocassions, he would sense the presence of something, even in empty rooms, as if it called to something in him, beckoning him closer.
None of these things would happen regularly to properly disturb the rhythm of his life, but they took plac often enough that he'd started to notice.
The first few times he brought it up to the sisters who ran the orphanage, with all the trust of a small child who hadn't yet learned how to fully suppress questions and fear. Naturally, the nuns brushed it off as typical make-believe. But the more the pattern persisted, the less it made sense to keep blaming V's overactive imagination, and soon the culprits ranged from the boy's bad dreams overstaying their welcome, to straight-up demonic possession.
That quickly taught him to keep quiet and try to resolve the matter himself. He would find himself internalising the adults' feedback; It's just your brain acting up. This is what you get from reading so many books, from asking so many questions. La curiosità è figlia del peccato.
He would try to pray it all away or (briefly) convince himself that perhaps those were some kind saints or guardian angels leaving him little signs—but that assumption felt arrogant, too dangerous to make. So he just let the signs pass—let them happen, let them disturb him sometimes, and then let them fade into monotony. It's not like they happened everyday, after all. It's just that some days proved more challenging than others.
Perhaps everyone experienced something of that sort at least a few times in their life, he tried to tell himself, and they simply felt too ashamed to tell anyone. Or perhaps he was cursed. Perhaps he really was imagining things. Or perhaps those were all symptoms of his soul's unrest and the need for holy healing. Or nothing, or nonsense.
He ended up traversing his previous life more or less accustomed to that weirdness. It never genuinely interrupted anything of importance anyway; it merely remained, the way some currents may be temporarily halted, yet refuse to properly shift.
𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱-𝔲𝔫𝔟𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔪
Imagine V's surprise upon discovering a religion, an entire community, that doesn't negate or simply acknowledge those odd traits of his, but openly celebrates them. Considers them blessings, signs of favour.
He begins to learn how to tune into them, or how to tune them out on occassion, but this time without the harshness of his younger years. And after his unbaptism, after having his soul torn open anew and letting the black light in… the signs amplify. Mutate. Unspool. They seep in bit by bit, extremely subtle until they're too apparent to ignore—and yet, they always feel like they were meant to take place. Like nothing has been added nor taken away, only illuminated.
The subtler ones are usually fairly easy to disregard, or even just miss—unless you're around him often enough and pay close attention: his skin being two or three degrees colder than most humans' (very useful during heatwaves...); his silver eye not only reflecting light but seemingly glowing with one ot its own; shadows moving and bending oddly in his proximity.
Corvids are oddly aware of his presence. It's something people only realise after having spent more time around him. Sometimes there's a crow or two perched nearby, just staring. Every now and then, they may bring him little trinkets: tiny bones, weirdly shaped beads that could be rocks or disassembled jewellery or merely glass shards smoothed out by time and rain.
Other changes V experiences more deeply just because they happen within his body rather than around it.
For example, one day someone notices that his pulse feels… delayed. It beats just a moment slower than expected, or may sometimes be felt in the wrong place (temple, wrist, but faint and misaligned).
Also, his wounds don’t bleed at first; there's a strange pause, followed by a slow oozing, as if his vessel's reluctant. Afterwards his skin might knit oddly, cleanly but without the sense of urgency.
I think the best way to summarise how I want to write "creature" V is uncanny valley? Hardly any of that is intentional and honestly the first few times the "bigger" changes happen the poor man is genuinely unsettled.
They, to quote my dear friend, "make his adjustment to the Church twice as complicated—he's not just adjusting to a new belief system, environment, and people. He's also adjusting to a new way of being him. Of how his body works, how he interacts with the world."
Imagine accidentally nicking someone mid-kiss because suddenly your fangs have grown. What if they don't always retreat back to normal right away? What if at one point they just stop mid-transformation and stay that way, and now you're stuck with your teeth forever suspended between human and something else entirely—
On that note, I don't think V needs blood, but he may want to drink it. Whether because he's not fully human or just because he's a sicko is completely up to you.
I think his choice of costumes is a blend of living finally out his gothic diva dream and also embracing those non-human aspects of himself, even if he doesn't necessarily have all the features we've seen in the photoshoots, such as an actual tail or wings. Probably.
His claws do make an appearance every now and then! They're just a rarer instance than the literal demon teeth + not something he can control particularly well yet. They're also shorter than what we've seen in the promo pics, though their length varies.
That's the thing: V's most noticeable physical creatre-shifts aren't consistent and are mostly temporary. Unlike a typical werewolf or kelpie transformation, there is no specific set of features that appear every single time a change takes place, because the process itself is not as much about shapeshifting as it is about the human body bending the rules of how it should function, in order to make space for something else.
Anyway, he purrs sometimes. It doesn't sounds exactly like a cat's purr, but it's not too dissimilar either. Have you ever heard a bat purr? Yeah, it's a little like that. Predictably, it happens when he feels safe and content, away from strangers' ears or eyes. It's also easier for him to get under wraps compared to some of the other changes, so if he notices his partner finds the sound soothing or pleasant, he may bring it out/emphasize it to some degree.
Another sound he sometimes makes: chittering. Clicking. It tends to veer into insectile or resemble the whisper of a rattlesnake's tail, and thus can be rather disturbing. It's also pretty much beyond V's control, especially since it happens in much different settings than the purrs. The circumstances primarily involve layered overwhelm of some sort (be it physical, emotional or spiritual) + more often than not appear alongside claws, oddly shifting eyes, various distortions: splintered voice, bones bendt at unnatural angles; breath turning freezing like a gust of catacomb air; shadows pooling along his skin in a way that's just not right.
He fixates in that state sometimes. Might not fully realise what's happening. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's best for the right person to be nearby until it passes.
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