Everyone Draws About Christmas. As For Me, I Draw Dr. Hannibal Lecter

Everyone draws about Christmas. As for me, I draw Dr. Hannibal Lecter 😔✨

Fluffy's very epic giveaway!!

Okay, I recently reached 300 followers, thank you all, and after contemplating life I decided I didn't want to sit here and be boring, so I decided on a good idea(I found it a good one) for a giveaway.

What's the deal?

Winner of this giveaway can get a personalized note from a papa or cardinal(Yes, Cardinal Terzo and such too,) of choice, this note can be written to an OC, to yourself, dedicated to another person, whatever you wish. It can be any note you desire, romantic, platonic, comforting, Spicy, whatever you want Papa to tell you. I will contact the person who wins for details on what they want via DM, Discord or wherever.

How do I enter?

Very simple, like most giveaways, reblogging will enter you! Multiple reblogs DO count as multiple entrances, so if you'd like a bigger chance reblogging multiple times will help with that.

That is all, thank you for 300!

Fluffy's very epic giveaway!!

Okay, I recently reached 300 followers, thank you all, and after contemplating life I decided I didn't want to sit here and be boring, so I decided on a good idea(I found it a good one) for a giveaway.

What's the deal?

Winner of this giveaway can get a personalized note from a papa or cardinal(Yes, Cardinal Terzo and such too,) of choice, this note can be written to an OC, to yourself, dedicated to another person, whatever you wish. It can be any note you desire, romantic, platonic, comforting, Spicy, whatever you want Papa to tell you. I will contact the person who wins for details on what they want via DM, Discord or wherever.

How do I enter?

Very simple, like most giveaways, reblogging will enter you! Multiple reblogs DO count as multiple entrances, so if you'd like a bigger chance reblogging multiple times will help with that.

That is all, thank you for 300!

do you guys ever need requests? nah, not me. (please i desperately need requests, i want to write so badly but i have no requests for anything HELP ME) ugh requests😒

“ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ” Cardinal Copia x Reader

Chapter 1: The First Day Of Light Was In Motion

The world has always been a dramatic mix of things. Good, bad, tolerable, and everything in between. Each day, there is suffering, yet there is also joy. There’s laughter and crying. And, there’s Jesus and Lucifer. Your unholy father, the being who had transformed your life and given it more meaning than you’d imagined possible. The abbey celebrated those, brought good and bad, and the roughest most brutally human parts of the world to light and celebrated it. They celebrated sin, they celebrated darkness, and they celebrated good too. Unlike the other typical churches of the world, they saw good in being human, and acting as such. They taught you to know that you need only draw power from yourself and that you need not beg any deity in order to complete your goals. That you can give yourself forgiveness. That as a human, a beautiful, flawed, human, you can thrive. You made your own kind of grace, much different from the one your unholy father had fallen from.

Speaking of a fall from grace, you stared at the gorgeous mix of glassy colors that depicted that exact thing. Lucifer, falling towards earth, away from the heavens above. The “glorious” light shone from the higher air as he plummeted like a beautiful burning comet towards the world which you and your siblings now thanked him for. The chapel was a safe place for you, you spent much time there, looking at the beautiful stained-glass windows. The collage of colors coming together was beautiful, you always were entranced by it, and you loved it. The abbey had become such a home to you, ever since you joined at a young age, you had flourished. Your past was now just a blur, obviously, you remembered it, but you knew you didn’t have to deal with that part of your life anymore. You were here, in the now. And you were very happy. You had made friends with the other Siblings of Sin, you were even sometimes friendly with the current Papa, Papa III.

You sat there for a while, drifting in your thoughts until a noise shook you out of them. It was the sound of a door opening, of quiet muttering, and footsteps coming down the aisle between the pews. You hadn't heard that voice before. It was new. You didn't recognize the footsteps either. You turned to see who the person was, and it was at that moment, a quiet wonder began to sprout in your mind. The person was a man you had never seen before. He was carrying a binder of papers, which was currently open as he hurriedly walked down the aisle towards the center of the room, the alter, the place where sermons were said by the higher-ups of the abbey. The man was dressed in a red cassock and a matching biretta was on his head, and he didn’t seem to notice you in the slighest. He sounded nervous, the way he was muttering, now approaching the alter. He seemed like he was reading from a scripture perhaps? Or maybe some kind of sermon? You watched as he now stood before the alter, placing the thick binder on it. His hands were twisting together nervously, leather gloves rubbing against each other. You noticed the face makeup and the chain on his front with the grucifix. 

Who is he?

You continued to watch as be flicked the binder until he reached a certain page, and he seemed satisfied with the one he landed on. His eyes scanned the page, as he murmured words under his breath. He had a nervous, awkward air around him. But that didn’t push away your interest-filled gaze. No, if anything it drew you in more. Along with the mystery of who he was. Suddenly, he cleared his throat. You snapped back out of your thoughts to look at him, thinking possibly he had noticed you. But he didn’t. He began to read. It was a sermon, one you had never heard before. You listened intently. You admired the way the light from the stain-glass fell on him from the windows, decorating him in a veil of color. You liked his voice. It was calm and clear and deep. Not like the nervous one you had heard not a minute ago. He continued on as you listened, interested by his words. He spoke of Lucifer, of sin, of how the church celebrates this, and why. You thought he described it quite well. After a few minutes, he seemed to be getting more into it. Stuttering from time to time, but that didn’t matter to you. You were curious. The air in the room was broken as the door to the chapel creaked open. Your head shot in the direction of the sound, annoyed that someone had interrupted your quiet moment, and your observation of this new man. 

“Sister!” called your friend, “Come quick!” 

Hearing the tone in your voice, you quickly rose from your seat and ran towards the door. As you went you noticed the man at the alter had stopped speaking, and was now stuttering something in confusion and surprise. You reached the door and your friend pulled you through. As you turned the corner you got a last glimpse of the man. You knew your place was among the unholy, but you were sure that holy was the only word that described how he looked in that light. Then, he was gone. You didn’t know why you felt this new interest for him, this new strange curiosity. He was interesting. But who was he? Your friend’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, you now were able to process that she had rushed you along and you were now standing in a long hallway, and you were alone. 

“Y/n? Are you ok?” she asked. “Oh! Guess what?”

This was Ava, short for Avarice. She had been raised in the ministry. Her mom came here as a attempt to find a home and a safe place to raise her child, and she had found it. Ava was born here, and had been here for all your time here. She had first showed you around, comforting you, teaching you about life here and the beliefs. She had always been here for you when you needed it, but why did she have to be there when you were so curious as to who that new guy was?? 

“What is it?” you asked her.

“There’s a new Cardinal! He arrived just around noon. People are saying he’s just about the most awkward person they’ve met. So, what do you think of him?” she rushed her words out, all excitedly. 

“I haven’t met him yet, I didn’t even know we were getting a new cardinal. Have you met him?” you replied, very confused. Wait. Unless, oh. 

“You were in there with him when I came to get you, weren’t you? You didn’t talk to him at all?” she asked you. “Really?” 

“He didn’t even notice I was there. I had no idea that’s who he was. Oh for satan’s sake, why is that the first impression I had to make?” you said, now worried about whatever he would think of you. He probably thought you were creepy, or weird, or something like that. You tried to shake it from your mind. 

It was only another cardinal. It can’t be that important, can it? 

What you didn’t know, was that now the Cardinal was confused. He never got a good look at you. And now it was his turn to wonder who this new person was. He felt embarrassed he hadn’t noticed you. But who were you?

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for reading this first chapter! I might change how they meet, but this works for now. I hope you guys liked it! If you have any suggestions or requests for headcanons or anything like that, my inbox is always open! I hope you’re having a good day! Remember to drink water and get some food. Thank you! 

Hail Satan 𖤐

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.