#sakrosanctum

[starprint]

@sakrosanctum​  (  vanilla thot  ) 

❛   good evening slut ————   ❜

[xgodlike]

one  word  prompts .  / accepting!

@sakrosanctum​ said: stalk—my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,   watching  them. - vanilla ice.  he's just looking out for DIO that's all

     there were ears & eyes wherever he went within the mansion,  always watching — preying, hoping to find something to kill time. some sought for the company of others to socialize with, while others only cared for the company of one individual in this maze he called his home. whenever he woke up, there was always something or someone begging for his attention; to be acknowledged & blessed in his presence. a creature believed to be so divine, that even speaking to him could be considered sacred.

     it was impossible not to notice the presence of another existing within these walls with a gaze so intense, the vampire could almost feel it on alabaster skin. heightened senses allowed him to pick up signs of another living form stalking him. a raising heartbeat, a contained breath, but most prominent, quiet steps that followed him from the hall that led to his bedroom, to the library where he found himself browsing for a new book to take interest in. fingers tracing the hard covers of each book as he passed them by.  “—is there something you need, vanilla ice?”

[starcited]

@sakrosanctum​

               ew .         ❛  gross you actually slept with prosciutto ??  dude that’s like , having sex with an old dude , nasty ---  ❜ 

[miiscreants]

( @sakrosanctum​) - ❝ I am damp all the time. ❞ - mikitaka @ koichi

                Koichi didn’t know how to respond to such a random, out of nowhere, odd FACT. If you could call it that. Scratching his head, trying to not look like he wasn’t experiencing second hand embarrassment. 

                ❝ You know Mikitaka— you never FAIL to surprise me. Now do you want some french fries before I get in line to order??? ❞

[zettaflarc]

❛ he’s a weapon, a killer; do not forget it. ❜ - melone @ pesci

He fiddles anxiously with his fingers, not comfortable with having this conversation. Was he really that transparent? Ever since they first met, he's always looked at Prosciutto with admiration and reverence, but he never expected something else to distill through his gaze.

Or maybe Melone is just that perceptive.

"A-aren't we all?" As if Pesci could include himself in that statement.

But his choked attempt at detracting Melone's attention from this subject proves unsuccessful. Pesci shifts, and ponders his next words before speaking them.

"I wasn't planning of telling him anyway," his violent nature and diligent dedication to his work is the least of his problems. Prosciutto is everything Pesci is not, and that's the only truth. "Y-you won't tell him... right, Melone?"

[starprint-a]

@sakrosanctum​

literally  just  chilling  until  melone’s  onlyfans  pops  up  on  my  computer  and  i  be  knowing  this  son  of  a  bitch  has  done  something  to  my  computer  to  promote  this  bullshit  like  yeah  come  for  the  guy  who’s  subscribed  to  six  onlyfans  accounts  cause  he  might  ‘be  an  easier  target’  your  price  is  too  high  we  are  poor  don’t  lower  your  standards  lower  your  monthly  sub  you  dumb  thotticus----

[starsacred]

@sakrosanctum​ ･:*:･ﾟ ♡

   “....do you still want that blood sample??”

[stringstar]

@sakrosanctum​  ･:*:･ﾟ ♡

   jolyne was completely and utterly exhausted from yet another strenuous fight with a stand user. they just kept coming and coming, how many were there?? jolyne wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep pushing herself like this, but she knew had to continue in order to save her father. her body ached all over, but she couldn’t sit down and rest, not til she knew he was okay. she had told him time and time again to stay back, but he insisted he had to protect her at any cost, now he was hurt and she blamed herself. “what a dumbass.” she thought as she quickly ran over to him.    he was covered in blood. the enemy? his? jolyne isn’t sure right now. leaning down, she presses a ear to his chest. a heart beat! he was still alive. thank god. jolyne couldn’t handle anymore loss right now.     she sits next to him before gently pulling him into her lap, unsure of what to do next, after all, she wasn’t a doctor and didn’t really know a damn thing about first aid except band-aids. she tears a piece of cloth from her pants, bringing to his face to wipe the blood from his forehead. “ hey, anasui... can you hear me? wake up. ” voice full of worry.

[dimetallo-a]

                 “ who does he think he is? ” - illuso     @sakrosanctum     /     prompted     /     accepting .

      how much of his life had gone by in perceptive silence ;   vivid crimson seeming to glow ’gainst the darkness of judicious sclerae ,   while those surrounding him spoke   &   behaved as though he were but a marble figure ??   the quieter one becomes ,   the more they can hear .   ’tis no mark of shyness or hesitation ,   but wordlessness that renders him     more dangerous ,     and more effecient ,   for a cobra that awaits the opportune instant to strike down its carefully stalked prey speaks not before the kill .   

      the occasions where risotto’s smooth baritone found most of its use lie in the presence of his squad .   as so many strong yet     diverse     energies collide in the confines of shared rooms ,   conversation sprouted as naturally as seedlings ,   fertilized by their bonds both spoken   &   unspoken .   even so ,   he observes more than he acts   &   watches more than he speaks ;   content in allowing their boisterous company to serve as   comforting   white noise for the endless mechanisms of a tactician’s mind ,   kin to the way his father used to turn on the television while winding down after a stressful work day .   

      memories of the past are bleak   &   sour ,   even if they had served their purpose to construct his identity ,   and whatever remains of the humanity with which he was endowed at birth .   but the     present ,     though far from the glamour of even the most mundane civilian life ,   offers more fufillment than the harrowing years which preceeded it     —————     even the sound of illuso’s vainglorious complaining mirrors   music   to the ears of his capo ;   an elevated harmony when compared to the static of the life risotto had before known .   

      he cannot infer ,   to the second ,   the extent of the elapsed time since the other man had seated himself at the side of his superior   &   commenced his lengthy philippic     (     formaggio’s name had come up a few times ,   which nearly prompted the older man to   roll his eyes ,   as the bickering among these two is as everyday as the sun peeking over the horizon     ) ,     but risotto lets him finish ,   layering the sonance of his voice over the constant tempo of a tilting wrist which whirls the wine in his glass back   &   forth .   the closing line of the mafioso’s soliloquy prompts the ghost of a chuckle from risotto ,   whose head tilts just slightly to one side ,   blood red eyes bearing into his companion with detectable amusement .

      “     formaggio seems rather comfortable in his identity ,     ”     the larger man offers ,   though the question had likely been rhetorical to one degree or another .   he finds a point in answering ,   howbeit ,   so he continues ,     “     that question is better suited for him ,   don’t you think ??   regardless ,   the contention amidst the two of you has become something of a routine .     ”     the observation comes with ease ,   exemplified in the way the capo reclines in his armchair ,   though his eyes remain focused on illuso’s sore expression .     “     what purpose is there in complaining about it ad nauseam ??   i realize how crude that may sound ,   but i ask you honestly ,   and expect an answer of that same nature .   

      there must be something you like about it ,   or gain at least .   you indulge without hesitation .     ”

[horrorfilming]

sakrosanctum said: when you say he doesn't bite, i think you're lying to me. ( tiziano about secco)

@sakrosanctum​ ／ unprompted ／ always accepting!!

“Gasp!!”

Without warning the noise sounded out-- it’s a sharp, almost guttural (it comes from the heart! cioccolata’s oh-so passionate about this particular subject!) with a faint twinge of shrillness. He had both hands up towards his face with the pair clenched into loose fists all the while, as well. Why, it’s almost as if Cioccolata was... actually offended at the very notion!

He’s nearly on the edge of his seat (well, close to it. the tips of his toes, actually-- he’s not sitting... that would be completely and utterly ridiculous!), nearly implying that he’s ready to steal a few punches at Tiziano for implying such a heinous thing in the first place. Instead, though, he remained in his somewhat... uncomfortable (to look at, maybe! he’s comfortable, truth be told! very, very, very comfortable, actually!) pose as he stared at him-- wondering if there were more that needed to be said.

A punchline, maybe...? It sure seemed to be setting up for one.

“...”

So... um, ah... nothing? Wow, that’s disappointing.

And a little bit upsetting, too.

“... I cannot believe,” he started in a whisper, barely audible with one finger extending itself to point itself accusingly at the assassin while his eyes narrowed into tight, little slits, “that you’d say such a thing...!”

[starprint]

anyway Ghost was responsible for my demise in a weirdly jojo related but not related at all dream so she’s cancelled let’s get the ball rolling i’ll start she killed me . 

[xgodlike]

florence + the machine: high as hope | sentence starters 

sakrosanctum said: ❝ how could anything bad ever happen to you? ❞  - pucci

    once upon a time, he would’ve thought similarly to how his dearest friend did—to see himself as invincible as he stood at the top of the pinnacle after willingly going further than any other human even if that required to abandon his humanity. DIO thought of himself as a king or ruler of sorts, creating life from the dead & using his influence to enslave those that opposed him. he was consumed by his own power, blinded by it & unable to acknowledge his own flaws. it was far too late when he learned not to ever underestimate others as resolve was a powerful thing.

      while he was wiser now & brimming with maturity, it was undeniable that even him could experience doubt or fear. the battle was won, but what about the war that was yet to come? was there even a heaven that he was able to obtain? in nights where his conviction wasn’t firm, he spoke to the only man that he could trust; lying in bed with his gaze fixed on the white sheets as he gathered the strength that was required for such confession—one fitting for a priest.

       “—even icarus, in his attempt to reach for the sun, got burnt.”

[starcited]

∣  ∣  ∣  send  in  a  “⚱”  for  my  muse  to  tell  yours  whether  they'd  smash  or  pass. ∣  ∣  ∣  ∣  ∣  ∣  ∣  @sakrosanctum​​​​  ::  secco version

oh his dearest secco .    how he yearned for the man’s touch .   for not even oasis could keep carne from his love ,   it’s skin tight form around secco’s body leaving little left for the imagination ,    but enabling his soft embraces to carry through the stand’s manifestation and providing warmth he may have so desperately craved from the larger man .    but carne was known to be trouble ;    his reputation as the infamous bachelor carried with it many hardships and pain .    secco couldn’t fix him .    he’d only get hurt .    but it was a fate he wished to tempt .   he was a man who wore his heart on his sleeve ,   but for secco ,   maybe his heart was the one on the line .    ❛     i would smash .    respectfully .     ❜   

[miiscreants]

( @sakrosanctum ) - ❝ I need everybody, all day long, to like me so much. It’s exhausting. ❞ illuso @ ris

                AMUSING. How could one man be so vain was beyond him. Illuso was a whole character. Never seeming to get away from mirrors even when not in combat. Not even Narcissus could compare to how much this man stared at his own reflection. His excessive need to be liked as he says he needs to be, was to say quite intriguing. Piquing Risotto’s interest. Placing intertwined fingers under his chin, resting his face as he lowly hummed a single low short note. 

                ❝ Why??? What would you do if someone DOESN’T genuinely like you??? ❞

[over-heavcn]

❛ If the price is my life, I will give it. ❜ - Vanilla Ice

     Dio Brando was more than well aware of how effective is his devilish, charming aura - it got him to the place he was now, a large mansion in Cairo, with fair amount of followers. At this point, vampire expected people to act exactly how he desired....

     but Vanilla Ice was an experiment that exceed his expectations. What stood in front of him wasn’t a man anymore; just an object to be throw away whenever suited. An object who was grateful for being given such a role. Fascinating.

     Perhaps exact this trait of other made Dio actually treasure him more than most of his tools. This one, he would think twice before breaking. Oh, yes - he simply liked to bask in glory of his own ego and Vanilla Ice fed it... oh, so wonderfully.

     Clawed hand of the vampire rested on man’s jaw, fingertips merely brushing against cheekbones as Lord Dio smiled upon his believer. 

     ‘One day, my dear Vanilla Ice. One day.

                                                                                       But not today.’

[starprint-a]

@sakrosanctum​

❝  oi  oi  illuso,    enough  already  i  know  you’re  there.    that  ability  of  yours  is  seriously  creepy  at  times     —————————   come  out .    i’m  not  talking  with  you  through  a  mirror.  ❞