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ghoulbangers ball: paris, france

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Cardi❤️❤️

Also, I'm feeling not so well at the moment means my commission progress is a bit slower than usual :')

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There stood my god before me

Do you know what they said?

That the road that leads to nowhere is long

And that those who seek to go there are lost

The guiding lights, they lead you on

And the road that leads to nowhere is long

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the marks are spreading everywhere!!!

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Me reading some of the fics I drafted at 3 am when I wake up the next morning

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2019 // 2025

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THIS IS A STICK UP. Put the bat boy in the bag & NOBODY GETS HURT 🔫 Watch the process video on tiktok to see me not notice that his hand is backwards until 4 hours & 56 minutes into a 5 hour & 10 minute drawing.

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The people criticizing Tobias for his performance just seem like miserable people who like to knock even people they like down a peg tbh

Like it's one thing to say it wasn't his best but does everyone in the fandom need to point it out? Was it that bad? Did he set the hotel on fire and make Brian May cry? No.

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p in perpechwa stands for prince ✨ if i got more detailed than this, he might kinda looks like a character from a game (ekhm... h*nkai st*r rail...dps perpy...)

heavily inspired by a tweet and heres a shameless plug for my own acc:

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Spectre of my heart | Chapter 2

Content: Vampire!Papa V Perpetua x F!Reader. No smut in this chapter but is planned for future chapters so I'm keeping the NSFW/MDNI flag.

Summary: There's something about the new schoolmaster of your younger sister's school, and your heart isn't going to rest until you unravel the mystery.

Writer's notes: Another slow chapter, I'm trying to strike a balance between worldbuilding and progression. I have a good idea of where I want to take the story now and I'm excited. If you read this or any of my other work, thank you! As always, feedback and criticism is welcome as a new writer trying to improve <3

18+ MDNI

Your childhood bedroom is a familiar but unwelcome sight.

I can't be here.

Not here.

Please.

You run out into the hallway to see your mother, staring straight ahead. There's something strange about her; it's almost as if somebody has made a mannequin that looks exactly like her, but the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes tells you that she's alive and real in front of you.

"Mom?"

In one swift motion, her head tilts down to look at you. She begins to walk towards you slowly without saying a word.

"Mom, what are you…?"

You try to move, to run, but you're frozen. Your body no longer feels like your own to command and yet you're a prisoner to its fate. You can't even scream.

As your mother approaches, black sludge beings to leak from her now hollow eye sockets. Just as she's about to reach you, she stops and averts her gaze to something or someone behind you.

Her mouth falls open and unleashes a blood-curdling scream, the same black sludge dripping out and on to her clothes.

Who's behind me?

You wish you could turn around to find out but you're still a passenger in your own body. You feel as though you're going to perish from the terror as your mother's screams fill and echo in the hallway…and then, you wake up.

You gasp as your panic suffocates you, your body and sheets damp with sweat and tears. You cover your mouth so as to not make too much sound as you sob, lest you wake Abigail.

Your muffled cries halt to silence as you catch the gleam of something in the corner of your bedroom.

"Abi?" You whisper, reaching in the dark for the light on your bedside table.

As the dim, yellow light illuminates the room to reveal nobody there you let out a sigh of relief and sit back against the frame of your bed. Your breathing is finally beginning to slow but the tears keep falling.

"I haven't had a nightmare in a while…why now?" You mutter under your breath, thinking aloud. "Maybe some fresh air will help,"

You get up slowly, your body weak from the adrenaline rush, and make your way over to the window. As you open it, you notice a rustling among the trees. What looks like a person dressed in all black is rushing through the forest and away from your house. Your heart starts to race again knowing what you're seeing is real and you're awake this time. The mysterious figure is out of sight now but you don't feel safe so you close and latch the window again.

What if it's them? What if they took Abigail?

You rush to your sister's bedroom and open the door, peering inside. She's sleeping soundly in her bed.

Thank goodness.

There is no hope of sleep tonight, so you sit awake in bed, unable to stop your catastrophizing thoughts and shake the heavy feeling of dread making a home in your chest.

"You look sick, are you okay?" Abigail blinks at you, looking worried. "You didn't eat breakfast, either…"

You didn't want to scare her if this is all in your head or a false alarm so you had been pretending all morning that everything was fine, albeit not as masterfully as you'd thought. The dark circles around your eyes were harder to mask in the cold light of day as you walked her to school.

"Do you remember those owls?"

"The ones who kept us up all night last summer?"

"Right. They're back, but only outside my window this time. You're lucky, little bird." You smile at her warmly, hoping your tired, fearful eyes aren't giving the game away.

Abigail seems to trust you when you say owls kept you awake and you two reminisce more about previous summers in Halveton as you approach the old school. To your surprise, you notice Mr. Perpetua standing by the entrance, seemingly waiting for someone.

You see Abigail off to her friend and they disappear into the crowd of people gathered around the school. When your eyes turn to the entrance again, Mr. Perpetua is gone.

Part of you is disappointed because you were still trying to decipher this man. Something in you trusted him, but you have so many questions. There's just something about him.

"[Y/N]? Good morning." A raspy, low voice comes from behind you, sending shivers down your spine.

You spin around and try not to look as much like a deer caught in headlights as you feel. "Mr. Perpetua! Good morning,"

"I was hoping to see you. I wanted to let you know that I've been watching over Abigail and she seems to be doing well."

"That's great news," With Abigail out of sight, the mask is starting to slip, and you can't hide the exhaustion in your voice. Thank you again for your help..."

He lifts a gloved hand to his chin, studying you with his striking eyes.

"I don't mean to intrude, but…you don't look well. Is everything alright?"

"I…um, it's…I'm just tired." Your voice shakes with the last semblance of composure you have as you try to brush off Perpetua's concerns.

"The wellbeing of the caretakers of my students is important, too. If you'd like, if it's something I can help with…you can come and sit in my office and we can discuss potential solutions. It would be no trouble, really…" You dissolve under his incessant gaze and the softness that has replaced his usual stern tone.

It's especially cold today, a light rain drizzling over Halveton and leaving the trees and ground glistening. Taking a break in Perpetua's comparatively warm office sounds like exactly what you need.

"I appreciate it, Mr. Perpetua. Thank you,"

"Very well. Let's…" He wraps a courteous arm around your waist as he wastes no time guiding you inside the school and to his office.

The way he watches you makes you feel flustered but there's an excitement in it. He studies you as though you were a piece of fine art in a gallery, or a puzzle he's trying to solve - a language he's determined to learn, even. You know that you can't hide your emotions from his scrutiny, and part of you doesn't want to try.

You cup your hands and blow into them to warm them as you sit down in the same chair you had before, Perpetua taking a seat across from you.

He looks alarmed to discover that you could be cold on this cold day, even though it should be obvious. He reaches over and picks up your hands, holding them between the black faux leather of his gloves.

"Now, tell me…what is the problem?"

"Abigail and I…our family were…are a...cult." Your voice trembles as your trauma spills out of you. "I ran away as a teenager, and took her with me. They haven't ever found us, but lately…I've been having nightmares about them, and I keep feeling like I'm being watched."

He exhales slowly, his breath cool on your hands.

"And you believe it could be your family? I see..."

"Exactly. I don't know if you can help us, but it means a lot to me that you know. At least if something did happen, you'd…" There's no hope of holding back the dam of tears beginning to breach your eyelids and you remove your hands from the clutch of his to hold them over your eyes and cry. "Y-you'll know who did it."

"Look at me, [Y/N]." He reaches over the desk to delicately lower your hands from your face and then lift your chin, using his thumb to wipe away the tears that fall. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

There's that look, and intense tone again.

What does he mean? How could he protect us?

His eyes plead, almost as if there are things he so desperately wants to tell you, but can't.

Who are you, Perpetua? What are you hiding from me?

Perpetua had spent most of his morning with you, holding your hands in his and wiping away your tears that at moments had felt endless. He had Clara bring you hot tea with honey and listened to you while you told him your life story. You left his office feeling calmer, safer, like the weight of your nightmare and the memories it had conjured had been lifted. Still, as you walked the forest paths back to your humble house in the woods, you felt as though you were being watched.

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The people criticizing Tobias for his performance just seem like miserable people who like to knock even people they like down a peg tbh

Like it's one thing to say it wasn't his best but does everyone in the fandom need to point it out? Was it that bad? Did he set the hotel on fire and make Brian May cry? No.

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For xwinterheart’s DTIYS over on insta!

Closeups under the cut. :]

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🦇 Metamorphosis 🦇

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Mama, I don't wanna die

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

📷 Annika Berglund

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Copia seeing that Perpetua got to perform in front of Queen:

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2025 Polar Prize Banquet Photo: Annika Berglund (X)