#( ⛧ ) ; 𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉.

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@faithstar asked: "They're dead now, you know you don't have to mask things so much." // listen this brainrot has consumed me

Thumb and index pinch the bridge of his nose when Copia brings up the whole masking thing yet again. Why was it any of his or anyone else's business what Terzo did or didn't have going on in his brain and how it FUNCTIONED compared to others? To slap some sort of label onto it sounded useless this far into his life or rather now his second chance at one. " I don't know what you want me to do when you tell me things like that. " Terzo snaps in a SHARP tone of voice, though he immediately feels a rush of guilt wash over him for the sudden harshness. His brother was trying to help, he knew that, but it still felt strange being on such AMICABLE terms with him lately. Usually by now either of them would fuck it up somehow and they'd be back to being petty to each other. It didn't help when he brought up the subject of their father and Sister Imperator.

Terzo crosses his leg over his knee, a subtle sign that he was starting to defensively barricade himself from any of his emotions to do with either of them. " Non mi interessa cosa pensa la gente di me. " He only wished that were true, but it's a lie he's tried to tell himself for years. From the very beginning of his reign as Papa, Terzo was concerned of what people thought of him, of his performance and stage presence compared to his brothers and his father before them. Even evidence and validation that Terzo was EXCEEDING expectations hadn't done much to calm the anxieties and doubts.

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fxntasmagoria asked: “  you can’t even say that and look me in the eyes.  you’re clearly lying.  just tell me the truth.  ”- from Gabriel

❝Y-You're not listening to me!❞Her tone raised slightly,green hues now raised up to meet his brown ones,frown etched on her lips,sniffling but not daring to let him see her breakdown,or crack under pressure,hand goes to pull at platinum locks in frustration,with a sigh she continues,❝I wouldn't lie to you,Gabriel. You should know me better than that,I'm not a liar. I-I can't fight with you on this,I just wanted to have a good time,but the moment you came by it's like you just wanted to be angry with me,even going as far as accusing me of something like this.❞She was tired,and it was obvious by the circles under her eyes - it hadn't been easy without him when he was in prison,she'd got shit for simply being affiliated with him,and it kept her up at night more than she already had been,in her apartment,she didn't feel safe anymore but now that he was there,she figured that would change. She didn't expect an outburst,something like going behind his back to the very ones who got him behind bars in the first place. She calms herself,before the tears could finally fall,she'd sigh again and go up to him,eyes staring up at him,frown still there.

❝I have been trying to keep your ass safe since you left,Gabriel. I don't know who the fuck told you I'd do something that low,associate with those assholes but that's not who I am. You know that.❞

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infernalrampage asked: i thought you probably had me blocked.

❝Why the hell would I do that? After all we've been through together,I'd never ditch you,Bev.❞She wouldn't even make it without Beverly in her life if she's being completely honest,the sister of Henry Bower's never abandoned the ones she cared and loved the most,not even Henry after he went fucking insane after what happened that summer.

She'd always visit him and hold him close,he was all she had left family wise,and though she knew he wasn't the Henry she grew up with and was so close to,she knew that he still loved her and knew she was his sister. She sighs and runs a hand through her hair,using the other to take a drag of her cigarette dangling between thin fingers.

Inhaling the smoke as she takes another drag before she speaks up again as she exhales through her nose,green hues never leaving Beverly's figure.

❝I'm not gonna leave any of you. We need each other,I wouldn't forgive myself if I left now,not after everything.❞

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footagecaught asked: “Where would you like to kiss me?” / gently yeets ♥️

She's still getting used to the idea of being wanted,never feeling worthy of love or being loved,Scout wanted to give herself the benefit of the doubt and just go for it. She really liked Mo,that much was obvious,and since confessing that,she'd made her mission to make it obvious,being way more flirty than before when they were friends,even going far as to send him nudes,something she only did when she felt like she could do this - allow herself to feel good,for once. She's blushing,failing miserably to hide it with her hair,and bites down on her lower lip,green hues are focused on him and she can't get over how fucking beautiful he is - and she didn't fail to mention that to him,truly finding him really attractive. Her heart's racing and without answering,she simply places her hands against his cheeks,his cute lil' cheeks,and leans in for a kiss,starting slow,tiny body against his she melts and gives him a moment to kiss her back - it felt like fireworks,and she only hoped he'd felt the same connection as she did with him. After what felt like forever,and it did get heated after a bit,she panted and looked into his eyes with a big dopey smile.

❝I've been waiting to do that. God I'm so cheesy and lame.❞

[morbidgrl-archive3]

Whenever her only friend that's a girl smiles,her heart skips a beat in the most cliche way possible and it warms her cold,dead heart,if she's being honest. Lily just has a way to make her feel things she didn't ever think she could feel,let alone allow herself to feel said things - by that,she means good things,and actually be okay with it instead of telling herself otherwise that she didn't deserve these feelings,that she didn't deserve Lily. She loved her,probably more than the brunette would ever know,and she feels like she should at try to be normal about it,but thankfully Lily knows her struggles with love,good feelings in general. And that thought alone,makes her smile right back,dimples poking out.

❝That's what I'm here for. And I won't hesitate to kick their ass either,seriously. I'm always here for you.❞Not nearly as drunk but drunk enough to spill out her inner thoughts and feelings she's always felt for the other in front of her,heart about to beat right out of her chest,she doesn't know what she'd do for her and she had to say it eventually or the opportunity to tell her how she really felt might never come again.

❝You're just,perfect. Whatever boy doesn't see that,doesn't deserve anything - except a kick straight to the nads with these steel toed boots I'm wearing.❞She wants to just flat out ask her out already to ensure these fuckboys don't hurt her ever again,and sure,she's drunk,not nearly as drunk as the girl in front of her,but fuck,she's willing to go for it.

❝Would you um,would you be down to go on a date? With me?❞

@morbidgrl​   :    𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎   𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 ,   𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜   𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔 ,   𝚒   𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎   𝚢𝚘𝚞.

painted   pout   turned   𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦   𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 ,      a   smile   formed   slowly   upon   melancholy   features.        SHE’S   DRUNK ,      OF   COURSE.        never   in   a    𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳   𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦    would   she   even   dream   about   shedding   tears   for   a   fucking   boy.        𝒉𝒐𝒘   𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈.        tattooed   arms   hooked   around   scout’s   neck ,      loosely   hanging   from    𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳    with   nothing   but   adoration   in    𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅   𝒉𝒖𝒆𝒔    that   gazed   into   those   above   her.        ❛      YOU   ALWAYS   KNOW   WHAT   TO   SAY.      ❜         cotton   candied   laugh   as   she   leaned   in   closer   to   place   a    𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴    upon   others   cheek ,      pulling   away   to   reveal   that   smile   had   grown   in   size.        ❛      𝚒   𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎   𝚢𝚘𝚞 ,   𝚝𝚘𝚘.      ❜

*      𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀   𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬   𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺     ⤳      from   scout   carver.

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@judastales asked: 🎁 — for Lucifer ? 👀 🎁: for my muse to receive a gift from your muse

The youngest Emeritus was no stranger to receiving gifts from others, especially now that he's stepped up to become Papa. His DEVOTED followers had a habit of showering him in such things, even some of the ghouls had shown their loyalties and admirations by doing so. He never complained about it, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't slightly materialistic. But in his position he didn't care what others thought, enjoying the more LAVISH perks was one of the better parts of all this.

So when he's presented with the gift on his way out of the chapel, Terzo doesn't feign much of a MODEST demeanor over the gesture. He takes it into his hands, faux golden claws of his gloves lightly brushing over the wrapped box after giving it a quick and careful shake like a curious child. Terzo then TRACES them over the patterns in the design as he glances up at the other with a glint of appreciation in his eyes. " Thank you very much, che gentile da parte tua. Getting into the spirit of the winter season are we? Would you prefer that I eh, open it now or later? "

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@2kyears asked: ‘ would you invite me in again? ’

As Terzo lingers in the doorway, he raises a painted brow EXPECTANTLY at the other when he speaks. Leaning his weight against the very edge of the doorframe, the antipope is very careful to balance himself to make sure he doesn't have an embarrassing situation on his hands to where he slips and falls unceremoniously.

" I may consider it if you say the magic words. We use our manners around here. " Although there's no smile that BREAKS across his features, Terzo's tone is one of humorous and teasing intent. " So, let's try that again, hm? "

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your dad was kinda hot when he was young

A long pause and a blank stare at this individual is the initial response they receive in lieu of that admission before the antipope decides to speak. " I am not one to yuck someone's yum as they say nowadays, but eh, your taste is in fact more than questionable in this particular case. Get better soon? "

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📂📂📂!!!!

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have // Accepting!

His favorite flowers are roses, bellflowers, chrysanthemums, and lily of the valley. There's no significant meaning behind these choices, he just finds them pretty. Someone give this man some flowers.😭

Might be an obvious thing, but he adores old horror flicks. Not just the Unive.rsal Monster.s films like Phantom of the O.pera, Fr.ankenstein, and Dra.cula, but also things such as the original Nosfer.atu and Ho.use on Haunted Hill for example. In general I see him as a film lover, but especially when it comes to anything pre-1970's!

Even though he does own a smartphone and has internet access, he does not really enjoy online spaces at all. Throughout his entire era it was either Imperator, clergy members, or ghouls running the social media accounts. If someone sent him memes you would have to explain it to him until he sort of understood it. Despite this he tends to use emojis in texts with those he's closer with to better convey his emotions otherwise it all sounds dry/borderline irritated.

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@zalarys asked: i'd capture wind and sky for you.

A coy smirk forms on the antipope's lips, his face devoid of any of the papal makeup aside from dark circles around his eyes and a black upper lip. Coming home from touring was always nice, as much as he adored the roar of the crowd and the love he received from the fans, he yearned for QUIET moments to himself. Although, he wasn't exactly alone during his night stroll around the abbey grounds this time. Daenerys had surprised him with a visit the evening prior and Terzo wasn't about to let any moment go to WASTE with her around. How he missed his dear friend and companion when she was absent from his life. Other than the ghouls, and that didn't include all of them, the antipope really had no one else to speak so openly to and allow his guard to be down like he does with her. Even when speaking to his brothers felt like he had to throw a veil over certain issues that may arise, but maybe that was more on him than to necessarily blame on either of his siblings.

" I'd bottle up the moon and stars for you. " Terzo murmurs back to her, taking the sentiment as a playful challenge. " Or would you prefer the sun, mio cara? Your very own personal beam of sunlight to carry with you without it causing harm. " He takes Daenerys' hand into his own, gently kissing the back of it before raising his arm to guide her into a twirl as if engaged in a DANCE.

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@divinehr asked: we've been here for hours.

The words on the pages begin to JUMBLE together in one mess of black printed text on a canvas of off-white as Terzo reads, causing the antipope to blink several times in an attempt to get his eyes to focus again. It seems like it's to no avail however, finding himself facing the exact same problem just minutes after as well as a rising pain in his temples. Only when the other decides to speak up does Terzo's STRAINED gaze tear away from the book. Hours? Had it truly been so long? He hasn't the faintest memory of the last time he spent reading for such an extended period of time. Hours relatively wasted apparently considering Terzo had yet to find much of value in this particular translated tome. The Satanic priest had turned to the historical archives to get more information on more ancient practices of rituals, spells, and more specifically, various signs of OMENS and prophecies had over the years.

" Sì, sì, I apologize for this taking so long, dear. Probably best we stop for now anyways, I feel a fucking headache coming on. I don't suppose you'd allow me to take this? " The youngest Emeritus brother gestured at the opened book in front of him, gloved fingertips dancing HOPEFULLY along the edges of the pages before he thinks better of it and defeatedly drops his hand back into his lap. " Ah, fuck it, forget it. There's nothing in this one that is of any use to me. If anything else catches my interest I'll just come back here. " Terzo rises out of the chair and out of habit of proper etiquette learned from his mother, offers a hand out to Priscilla to guide her up from her seat as well. " Grazie per aver provato. "

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@judastales asked: 🌿 ( listen I know they started interacting not too long ago but kissy for mister lucifer ? 👉👈 ) Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

In the midst of blissful INDULGENCE from consuming cups of spiked eggnog punch and sampling the spread of various foods and desserts, Terzo finds himself alone with Lucifer once again. There's something about this man that he feels inexplicably drawn to since their first encounter and that makes the youngest Emeritus brother all the more EAGER to spend time getting to know him further. The recently crowned antipope is buzzed from the alcohol, feeling lighter than air as he leads the other away from the bustle of the Yule party and instead finds a quiet corner to tuck themselves away in.

" Apologies for dragging you away from the fun. I'm having a difficult time focusing on conversations with everything going on. The uh, ears don't work as great as they once did at my age. " Terzo lifts both his hands and taps both of his ears with his index fingers before he lets them drop back to his sides. His hearing problems weren't exactly to BLAME only on growing older, but his health was an entire matter he didn't wish to think about presently. In fact, he didn't care to think about much at all. " You looked like you were wanting to tell me something earlier before we were interrupte Shit! "

Terzo is ironically interrupted as he speaks when he steps back and something brushes against the top of his head, slightly messing up strands of his well-groomed hair. Upon glaring upwards in irritation, Terzo is greeted by a lonely mistletoe hanging above them. Immediately his gaze lowers back to Lucifer, an intense, MAGNETIC tension that takes his breath away the moment they lock eyes. " Ghouls...they've been putting that everywhere lately. " The Satanic pope tries to break that tension with the comment as he gets closer and rests his hands upon Lucifer's shoulders. Standing on his tip-toes, Terzo lifts himself up enough to press a gentle kiss against the other. Not exactly full on the lips as he finds himself surprisingly YEARNING for, not so formal as being on the cheek, but right against the corner of his mouth instead.

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@cabinetcuriosities asked: 🌿ELLIOT WANT A KISSIE OHNOOOO Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

" Thought I might find you here. " Terzo calls out from the opposite side of the long aisle when he spots Elliot sitting at the first row of the pews. It seemed like whenever he visited the Ministry that the chapel was one of the first places that he went. The antipope hadn't pushed or QUESTIONED the topic with him, everyone had their reasons for wanting to come here and be alone. If Elliot found any source of solace in being under the roof of Satan's house of worship, then Terzo would never dream of stopping that from happening.

Both hands are BEHIND his back as he strides forward, shoes creating a slight echoing tap as he approaches the other. " I hope I am not interrupting you. If you want more time alone with Him I can pop out and wait after this. " Terzo meets Elliot's eye with a MISCHIEVOUS smirk unable to hide itself. He hovers over his shoulder for a moment before taking out the sprig of mistletoe he was holding behind him and lifts it above them both. Thank Satan that Elliot was sitting down otherwise it wouldn't have worked at all with how tall he was in comparison. Then again most people were taller than the youngest Emeritus brother. Gloved fingers reach out to tuck a hair of Elliot's back into it's carefully styled place and they linger against his temple. " I just thought...it is that time of year. And, well here we both are. " Terzo tries to explain himself quietly before giving up and simply leaning in to give the demon a gentle kiss on the mouth.