Leave It To Terzo’s Goofy Ahh To Fix His Hair In The Middle Of Getting Swarmed By Bats😭😭

‘What if the new pope meets JD Vance and dies?!’ My boy Robert Prevost is from O block/Southside Chicago. Same area as Chief Keef and King Von. He’ll survive

oh my God????😭😭😭

𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖞! 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖞!

My plan was to make a little spinning Papa V gif version of this but procreate warped all my frames! The Ministry will hear about this! 🐀🐀

its looks like this guy is gently telling secondo the kitchen just ran out of lasagna and he's very upset by it :(

its looks like this guy is gently telling secondo the kitchen just ran out of lasagna and he's very upset by it :(

Terzo’s from the sketchbook 💚

Daily Dose of Daddy Secondo

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tell them vincent

he's so much softer, isn't he. do you remember prequelle? the anger, the justified rage and vindication that defined copia from the moment we met him; the first thing we knew about him was that he was mistreated, he was an outsider, and he was finally getting the appreciation he deserved. but perpetua? he doesn't have that edge. skeletá is all love and joy and gentle mystery, this sense of him taking his first steps in the limelight, much more nervous than he is proud. it gives you this image that where copia was raised in overwhelming noise, perpetua was raised in silence. a child of the clergy, and a child sent far away from the clergy. who raised him? who spoke these lessons into him, who taught him how to worship? it must've been someone kind, but distant. with the way he speaks about his faith, he was taught to love satan on a personal level.

copia being a clergy kid, raised deep inside this community, inside the church, gives me the general image of a child raised by a village; he knows everyone's name, he's used to constant noise, he runs around with important papers in his hands and dodges the young ghouls chasing each other through the halls.

but perpetua gives me the image of a child raised in the woods. a quiet, faraway mansion somewhere, with no other kids his age around. empty corridors that he'd explore on his own, tall portraits of antisaints that he'd pray to every night before going to bed. he was never roughed up by his peers the way copia was, he never learned to resent or to covet what others had. all he has in his heart now is fear and love, and that's what he walks out onto the stage with. he's eager. he's nervous. he's so much softer, isn't he.

The absolute power move of sitting through three days of your colleagues' dirtiest laundry getting aired and then going "Oh, what do I want to be called? Innocent."