Brain Rotted: Everytime, I Get To The "Save Me" Of Satanized, I Veer Wildly Into Evanesance Territory.

Oh sweet Lucifer

Update: Levitating

Just floating around

This meme, but your favorite papa outfits.

This meme, but your favorite papa outfits.

I spent 2 Days bedazzling this and you can't see it sparkle at all.

There was a livestream somewhere that I'm dancing on, so maybe I can find some clips from that.

Great time at Dark Force Fest- Day 1!

Going back to Day 2- should I wear it again?

I lost rhinestones (you'll know where I was by the small and sudden bursts of gems on the ground in Angel's House of Design booth) but she's so fun to dance in . . . .

What do y'all think?

Ghost winning an award for Skeletá.

Ghost with "Skeletá" climbed to No. 1 on the official German album chart. Followed to #1 on the rock/metal chart and #1 on the vinyl chart.

On Wednesday, Papa V Perpetua was able to receive the well-deserved #1 Award in the presence of Peter Klapproth (HEAD OF PR Agency), Pia Dünnebier (Label Manager, Concord Label Group), Manuel Berger (HEAD of PR Agency) and David Beaufoy (Vice President, Commerce - Concord Label group UK & Europe) at the concert in Berlin receive.

Congrats Tobias Forge

Imagine this POV with me: (a little fiction for the fun of it and because sleep is not happening)

They see you.

They. See. You.

You're standing in a crowd of people crushing through the arena corridors between food vendor lines that are absurdly in the way, and the noisy merch sellers.

You find yourself trapped in a standstill. You're nearly crushed up against the person that dead stopped infront of you. There's just so many lines over lapping and people dead stopping to gawk at their tickets and phones.

No one ever looks up.

But, in these moments where you feel your heart pounding too hard and the crush of the crowd too much, you got in the habit of looking up to find free space to breathe.

You closed your eyes. Tilted your chin up and up, letting your head fall back against your shoulders. And inhaled.

The arena air wasn't anything special. Beer is always a sharp, cutting note through the grease of hot dogs and popcorn. You keep breathing a few lungfuls more.

As you open your eyes, expecting to see a white painted criss-cross of steel girders and concrete slabs, you instead make contact with darkness.

You're so surprised by the unexpected, that you can't really understand what you're looking at until it moves. And shines.

About 20 feet above you, gliding along a catwalk, is The Band.

You're stunned. You're seeing them. And they're very clearly seeing you. Except, no way. Right? Nah, you're one face in this chaotic sea of fans, there's no way.

Tobias has been walking with his head focused on the crowd. He loves to see his congregation before sevice. Welcoming them with love and blessings for a good evening. He is the silent Watcher in the Sky right here, right now, and the irony is enough to make you chuckle.

The Ghoulettes are clearly gawking at all of you and are just as excited to see how many fans there are as you are to see all of the band.

You smile, a really big, toothy grin, as you watch them walk by. This is such a peaceful and rare moment. Like a nature documentary, but you're both observers and rare beautiful creatures to the other.

What if?

You just?

Waved?

You slowly, careful not to draw attention from the rest of the crushing crowd that isn't paying the slightest attention to anything, raise one hand over your head and.

Shake shake. Just a quick little wiggle of the wrist.

No way they saw that. Right?

Right?

Good thing I have the day off. I have a lot of rhinestoning to do.

AGAIN