hey hi i dunno if youre still on here ( since it's been inactive for a long time and all ) id like to come off anon to discuss your DNI portion with hazelebub. i just dropped them of six years a few days ago, and i feel like there's a lot of the story that im missing since it was in their perspective. if you dont feel comfortable talking about this, feel free to disregard this ask, no pressure.
sure. head into my dm's.
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updated my rules :)
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updated my rules :)
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got my fangs sharpened at claire’s
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I find it hilarious that copia doesn’t have a zipper on his pants bc could u imagine what it would be like trying to give him the double hand twist gawk gawk 3000 in that???
Like shit could be all hot and heavy and he’d have to just pause everything for a good couple of minutes to unlace the corset barricading his cock
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#𝑷𝑨𝑷𝑨𝑳𝑹𝑶𝑻 .
𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 : ending ancient blood lines, 𝖴𝖲𝖴𝖱𝖯𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦, ending the world, the diabolical & divine, the fifth horseman of the apocalypse, the NAYSAYER .
AN INDIE PAPA EMERITUS THE IV. EST. MARCH. 2019 / RE - EST. AUG 2022. author is mr. moon. HE/THEY. 25+ OCCULTIST & PLANT DAD. RULES / STATS
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LE NAILS TEARDROP GLOVES † MAJESTY BLACK
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my music taste is immaculate. dick game huge. i am friends with rodents. i am sexy and insane and i think that's cool of me. i am gay. the only flaw is that i'm evil
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damien taylor was known for being highly opinionated about his music taste and what he likes and dislikes. he could got on and on about it for hours. he would always have some song playing in the background when he wasn’t creating. it was his way of passively coping with the silence and his thoughts that tend to overwhelm him. furrowing his brows at the accusation, he shook his head. his dark brown locks moving as he did so.
“no. i actually like it. i think you did a great job.” he did make a small face at copia calling himself damien’s boss. as he was not his boss. damien didn’t have one. unless you count his manager, which has limited power over him.
“you’re not my boss dude. you and i just so happen to be performing together at the same venue. that’s it.”
❛❛ i am your boss. i’m your bosses boss. i’m your bosses bossess bossess boss. ❜❜ the pope says this with an unnerving smile, the neat, white front teeth peeking past his rotting maw. he looks like a man with a plan. cocky. like a child with a magnifying glass burning ants.
copia leans an arm over the back of his dressing room chair.
❛❛ you know, yes, what d’at makes me? ❜❜ the demon pope’s eyes are wide, pupil’s blown, and he asserts himself with a gloved finger, pointing it at the boy.
❛❛ it makes me king, baby. ❜❜
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Infuriating. Her curiosity would be the death of her. Verona had only wanted to know what really happened behind closed doors of this "satanic church". Yet, her she was. Sitting in the VIP lounge with the pope himself. The pet names amuse and, dare she say, endear her. The other part of her wants to pick him apart with her sharp claws. She wonders what she'd find in his chest. A heart that beats like any other or would there be a void that mimics it's former self? Her intensity is softened as he bows his head, she takes as reverence, to kiss her hand, and gift his tribute.
A smirk appears on her face as her legs cross over each other. A single claw raises to trace along his jugular before tipping his chin up. a slight pressure but nothing more. For now. Just as quick as she granted her touch, it was gone. "It will do for the moment, Copia. I am more hungry than thirsty," Verona slides the last sentence, hoping he caught her meaning. "perhaps there is a ghoul you're not particularly fond of wandering about," she hummed against her glass as she took a sip. It burned and tasted like sludge on her tongue. A slight grimace marks her otherwise satisfied expression.
“i suspect you’re not going to have a lot of free time once your new tour starts. I’m told your shows are quite eccentric.” @vampyrra
it would be remiss of him if he did not indulge in her beauty. verona’s milky, pale thighs part and one corner of his mouth twitches into a smirk, languidely bringing his pointed gaze back to the woman’s eyes. no shame, only the cognizance that she knows he’s staring. that his eyes could touch what his hands could not.
a thrill buzzes down copia’s spine like a live wire when verona reaches for him with a clawed finger. copia tries to ignore the call of his own hunger. he grips the back of the leather chair. when he speaks, it’s low, almost a purr.
❛❛ and let you ruin your appetite ? ❜❜ the demon pope’s laughter follows with a measured grace, trying to reign himself in. doing little to stop his leather bound finger from running up her bare back, along her spine, where his own excitement could be felt.
❛❛ is d’at what you’ve been told -- well. who am i to disagree with the masses, i’m just ⁻ ᵉʰʰʰʰʰ ⁻ a humble old man. ❜❜ pleased, secretly, his bravery arrives; ❛❛ you could come, of course. tell me, sweet verona, how do you look in a habit? ❜❜
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“No, Cardinale... not even in hell.”
Primo allows that to haunt the air for a long moment, clasped hands hidden by his robes, all the while watching the younger man’s anxiety swirl and mutate into what he identifies as FEAR. It is true, the ghoul was simply there one day...and the next not. Gone in a haze. Even as a child, he saw the significance of the event.
“Some people simply disappear. What the dark lord does with them is His business and his alone. I do not pretend to know His mind.” Modesty is a virtue he is willing to possess, as holy as some think it may be.
❛❛ did they look in the ninth circle - because you know how it is over d’ere, they ⁻ ᵉʰʰʰʰʰ ⁻ they don’t do much. ❜❜ a hand comes up, defensively. like lucifer himself could hear him critiquing his best work or something. copia looks behind him, paranoid. when he speaks again, it’s a whisper. ❛❛ you’d look for me ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ right @firstemeritus ? ❜❜ lucavacchi looks into primo’s eyes, trying to hold his gaze.
❛❛ if i went .... missing. ❜❜
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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ?
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱 !
it’s an odd thing, to feel so far from grounded and yet : 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝, 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄. there’s more you have to do! people love to say ghosts hold grudges or HAUNT FOR REVENGE but they always get it wrong; you’re stuck because something or 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 has chained you and left you there. you try & reach out to all those bright people that pass through, but it rarely feels like it does much more than knock a cup off the table, blow some papers into the air. i need you to trust me: THEY’RE LISTENING. they’ll keep looking for you & eventually, they’ll be able to see you too.
tagging: you, fool <3
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YALL WHO MADE THIS BC THIS ME
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@vampyrra said copia’s shaped like a slim jim and i needed yall to know
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