ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴꜰᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴍᴀᴊᴇꜱᴛʏ

i'm finally starting to feel comfortable and safe again and happy with my writing . i shut my blog down and had exclusives because of anxiety and abuse and wanting to keep my circle close . it's been a bit since dealing with all of the craziness of the stalking and harassment , so i'm going to make a few changes based on that .

exclusives are being dropped on @absclutio , @anticristvs , @la1cized , and @phan7asma . rose keeps her exclusives because of the kind of muse she is and what makes that comfortable .

mains and affiliates are VERY MUCH still a thing . however , they will no longer be on my pinned post . when i turned off anon last year , my pinned post was used to figure out who could be harassed about being friends and writing with me . so , it's not perfect , i will be listing them in carrd only . i just want to try to protect my friends as best i can .

❝ we all need something to believe in until it's over, anything, anyone, anytime but it's not over yet. ❞ @absclutio

𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓   of   the   emeritus   line   cannot   meet   his   older   brother's   gaze.   those   familiar,   intense   hues   that   so   closely   resemble   his   own.   he   doesn't   understand   how   his   brother   could   speak   to   him   of   faith   now   of   all   times,   but   perhaps   resurrection   will   do   that   to   you.   it   still   hasn't   fully   settled   within   him   the   realization   that   one   of   his   brothers   was   alive   once   more.   despite   the   fact   that   terzo   was   walking,   talking,   existing   within   his   new   ghoulish   body   before   him.   all   he   can   think   about   is   the   weight   of   his   brother's   head   in   his   hands,   placed   there   by   his   own   mother   for   some   gruesome   display.

❝   fratello   ...   perhaps   tonight   is   not   the   night   for   such   talk.   ❞   he   sighs   softly,   gloved   fingers   running   through   his   hair   pushing   loose   bangs   back   from   his   eyes   &   into   place   once   more.   ❝   you   must   be   tired   no   ?   ❞   it   is   a   poor   deflection,   one   he   knows   that   the   third   will   see   through   immediately.   still,   he   cannot   bring   himself   to   move   past   what   has   happened.   he   doesn't   know   why   terzo   has   come   to   him,   the   one   who   had   benefitted   so   greatly   from   his   brutal   murder.   it   wasn't   that   copia   didn't   want   to   be   near   his   brother,   far   from   it,   but   the   guilt   he   felt   simply   wouldn't   allow   him   to   peacefully   exist   within   terzo's   space.

as   if   sensing   his   distress   he   hears   his   daughter   crying   in   the   next   room.   letting   out   a   curse   under   his   breath   he   excused   himself   for   a   moment   before   coming   back   with   the   tiny   ghoulette   in   his   arms.   she   settled   as   soon   as   she   was   cradled   within   his   arms,   something   that   admittedly   brought   a   tired   smile   to   his   face.   ❝   you   just   wanted   to   be   held   didn't   you   la   mia   piccola   stella   ?   or   perhaps   you   wanted   to   see   your   uncle   ?   ❞   it's   the   first   time   he   manages   to   look   at   terzo,   though   it's   only   for   a   brief   moment   to   judge   how   terzo   was   feeling.

dusk   had   only   had   such   a   short   time   with   her   uncles   before   their   sudden   demise,   something   that   copia   regretted   deeply.   despite   his   conflicting   feelings   about   being   in   the   same   room   as   terzo   presently   he   wasn't   going   to   deny   his   daughter   a   second   chance   to   get   to   know   the   last   of   her   uncles.   the   tiny   ghoulette   wiggled   in   his   arms,   her   violet   eyes   peering   up   at   terzo's   features   in   slight   confusion.   ❝   ah   little   one   this   is   your   uncle   terzo   you   remember   him,   si   ?   he   just   looks   a   little   different   now,   more   like   you.   ❞

                  MORE  THAN  ANYTHING  HE  WISHES  HE  COULD  take  the  burden  of  guilt  from  his  brother's  shoulders .  there  had  never  been  a  moment  he  blamed  the  younger ,  only  moments  where  he  begged  satan  to  let  him  survive ,  allow  him  to  thrive  for  longer  than  any  of  the  elders  had .  he  was  aware  that  cardi  had  an  advantage .  being  the  son  of  the  imperator  had  been  a  cloak  of  protection  that  terzo  was  thankful  for …  despite  the  fact  that  the  bitch  made  sure  he  was  killed  to  put  him  into  his  place .  and  seeing  cardi  at  the  top  of  the  ministry  CALLING  THE  SHOTS ?  he  couldn't  be  more  proud  or  pleased  with  how  things  have  turned  out .  he  doesn't  have  to  worry  about  sister  coming  after  him  or  anyone  else .  there  would  never  be  another  ghoul  sent  away  because  of  the  feelings  they  carried  for  a  human .  so  much  good  had  come  from  the  woman's  death  but  terzo  did  not  dare  voice  that  in  front  of  the  younger .

brows  pinch  at  his  brother's  reaction ,  concern  painting  ghoulish  features .  “ fratellino …  i  am  trying  to  tell  you  that  LO  CREDO  IN  TE .  you  are  the  best  thing  to  happen  to  this  ministry  in  satan  knows  how  long .  look  around  you  at  all  of  the  good  you've  accomplished .  look  at  how  the  ghouls  thrive  and  laughter  fills  the  halls  rather  than  ominous  silence .  my  faith  is  in  you ,  cardi .  it  always  has  been . ”  if  sister  weren't  already  dead ,  she  would  have  claws  around  her  throat  for  the  pain  she's  caused  the  younger ,  for  the  blame  she's  allowed  to  settle  on  his  shoulders  when  HE  HAD  DONE  NOTHING  WRONG .  he  had  followed  instructions  from  his  superior  and  his  mother .  had  he  not ?  he  would  have  had  a  needle  in  his  neck  just  like  the  rest  of  them .  it  had  been  better  this  way …  at  least  one  of  his  brothers  could  survive .  much  better  than  being  alone .

he  hopes  that ,  with  time ,  he  can  ease  his  brother's  guilt .  he  desperately  wants  a  family ,  needs  to  have  what  little  bit  he  has  left .  and  watching  cardi  pull  away  time  and  time  again  breaks  his  heart  out  of  fear  of  NEVER  BEING  ABLE  TO  SAVE  HIM  from  his  own  guilt  and  grief .  the  younger  has  been  through  more  than  any  should  and  he's  come  out  of  the  other  end  beaten ,  but  not  broken .  no  matter  how  much  the  younger  seems  to  believe  otherwise .  he's  pulled  from  the  thought  by  the  cry  of  a  child  and  he  can't  help  the  soft  smile  that  pulls  to  his  lips  at  the  sound .  oh  how  he  has  missed  dusk ,  his  piccolo  tramonto .  

( #absclutio )  —    hiding from the light . sacrificing nothing . still you call on me for entrance to the shrine . hammering the nails into a sacred coffin. you call on me for powers clandestine . are you on the square ? are you on the level ? are you ready to swear right here right now , before the devil ? that you're on the square . that you're on the level . that you're ready to stand right here right now .

Wanda sat across from the emissary of the church at the neutral meeting ground of a cafe. It was one of her favorite local small businesses that she swore was the best in all of New York City. She couldn't tell whether her guest was fond of the coffee or the pastry she had ordered with the thick sunglasses that blocked his eyes. Her back was toward the sun, giving her the shade of the umbrella they sat under, allowing her to discard her sunglasses on the side of the table. Her violet eyes with the fiery crimson ring around the ebony pupil stared at the man seated before her. In contrast to his cardinal garments, she wore a violet floral dress with black ballet flats. Wanda had cursed herself for not wearing something more formal to this meeting with the church representative.

Wanda was the representative for the Avengers for this meeting, a role that was reluctantly placed on her shoulders. None of the other Avengers wanted to meet with the Ministry because they viewed them as a "cult." Wanda had more dealings with these sorts of groups, even more than Doctor Strange. Therefore, they elected her to find out what they wanted and if they were a threat. She wasn't entirely sure if they were a threat or not, considering the fact that they were the ones who reached out first. Wanda still had to remain unbiased to assess if they were a minor or a Galactus-level threat.

good .

this  meeting  had  been  on  the  radar  for  what  felt  like  eons .  it  had  been …  difficult  to  arrange  an  emissary  for  the  avengers .  the  idea  of  the  church  being  a  cult  was  laughable ,  but  there  was  no  changing  their  minds .  funny  how  they  had  not  decried  any  other  religion  or  church  a  cult .  were  THEY  CATHOLIC  OR  PROTESTANT ,  the  meeting  would  have  happened  months  ago .  instead ,  those  who  don't  understand  continue  to  prove  their  ignorance  as  if  they  expect  satan  himself  to  attend  a  meeting .  the  dark  one  didn't  trouble  himself  with  such  things  and ,  usually ,  neither  would  terzo  when  the  proposal  had  already  been  turned  away  once  or  twice .  but  he  had  promised  copia  that  he  would  take  care  of  it .  he  still  can't  imagine  why  he  would  be  trusted  to  not  piss  someone  off  enough  to  have  them  call  the  whole  thing  off .  were  it  sister  who  had  sent  him ,  he  would  be  doing  it  on  purpose .