Today We Get:

Confirmed from the CD Booklet.

The third rider looked cool

This meme, but your favorite papa outfits.

Tobias is on to something.

Dressing up like a Sparkly Bat Skelton just healed some part of my soul.

Why haven't I done this sooner?

Like, is this not delicious? I'm so happy, and this isn't even close to done (I need sooooo many more rhinestones 😂)

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?

The booklet is a bit underwhelming.

Oh, it's a let down.

Like the covers are fine, the cover is cool, the new bone grucifix is cool.

But. . . .I'm a bit sad the inside is so damn plain.

The Script, Cool. The Lyrics, readable.

But there's no extra photos, like behind the scenes or best shots of the music videos.

There's no personal notes about the songs, or scrawls or doodles or anything.

The last page is how to contact their various teams, in Dark Grey on Black.

There's no dedications or thanks yous or anything remotely personal.

I'm a bit stunned. I just like those details, they're a glimpse into the creative minds, and they're so interesting.

I haven't bought a BRAND NEW CD since Bowie dropped Blackstar and dipped the mortal plane.

I actually really miss the stupid cellotape seals that had the album and band name on them. I used to keep them on my notebooks and stuff.

Kids these days won't get that annoying wrestle with the case because they had 2 of those seals. The bottom one was just clear.

Still, damn it felt good to open a CD case again.

Exquisitely, Happily, Guilty

bitches will hear a song and be like 'this makes me feel like i have a gaping hole in my chest' and then they put it on repeat. its me im bitches

To my Love, Joe.

Always driving us, I'll ride next to you, everywhere.

"Hot men of Faith is hard to find"

To-**Bi**-Ass!!!!

I'll actually draw this OC soon. I did actually make like 3 rough sketches of art I want to do for this character.

She's her own thing. An actual Seraphim. In love with a Demon, she has constantly tried to save it. The demon has since been locked deep into the depths of hell and Zara seeks to free him so they can roam the realms freely.

Singing helps.

Character features- ankhs. Mostly upsidedown to represent death. One dress is right side up to make sense.

-tear streaked makeup

- veils

-cosmic entity design- smaller skull over face so outer edges can be comically designed.

-sometimes animal skulls( likes antlery ones)

Holy shit, this is gorgeous!!!

like a mother would save ⋆˚꩜｡

her own child from digging a grave