Halloween Was a Tenebrous Black Mass This Year

Happy Dia de los Muertos, interpals!  Or as I like to think of it, "Colorful Sugar Skull Hangover Day."

This year, Baron XIII and I decided to bring some black magic realness to our costume efforts.  Inspired by Swedish occult metallers Ghost, I spent around 24 hours cutting, ironing, sewing, and hot-gluing this outfit from scratch.  I was really pleased with the reactions to the costume, and the best moments were when a few fellow Ghost fans expressed their approval at my sartorial selection.

 

Baron XIII opted out of Faceless Ghoul drag on account of difficulty in drinking delicious booze, but his Satanic Clergyman came out pretty impressively.

 

During our wanderings, we met a guy dressed as one of the Blind Dead, who was super-happy that we recognized he was dressed as one of the Blind Dead.  It was the Doomiest Halloween Ever.

 

No Halloween is complete with a single costume, so I carried the occult theme through to our Friday-night party.  One could say I have a habit of collecting nun uniforms, if one really liked bad puns.

Baron XIII opted for a post-apocalyptic raider outfit, made of stuff lying around the house.  We... have a lot stranger stuff lying around the house than most people, I think.