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Where have I been? Well. . .I have been working on a forum for RP for Ghost! More dark fantasy-oriented but if anyone is curious about it IM me here or discord and I'll invite you to check it out.

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I've hit the point where I think it's in my best interest in leaving Tumblr, and I know we've been here before but this time it's very likely going to be permanent.

Perhaps I take things too personally but I just don't feel 'held' by anyone here or really appreciated in general. Things have piled up, and I'm hurt and I feel used. I just can't allow things to progress much further because I deserve better, I deserve a place where I feel appreciated and loved. I deserve a place where I don't feel conned. I expect it to be a lonely road, but it's better to be alone than to try to exist in a place where I am constantly overlooked, where I constantly feel that nothing I do is good enough.

Either way, I wish you all the best of luck and I am thankful for having met the majority of you.

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There is a sound in the calm

Someone is coming to harm

 - Waiting for the Night

#⌈ ⛧ ⌉ VISAGE ▓ ✧ –––– ˢᵖᵘᶰ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵃ ʸᵃʳᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐᵃᶰᵍˡᵉᵈ. #q

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Boisterous  laughter  nearly  escapes  the  warlock  due  to  the  expression  on  Michael's  face  when  his  jest  of  repenting  is  mentioned,  though  it  is  simply  subdued  with  a  large  smile  that  gradually  fades  as  eyes  glance  to  his  rearview  mirror  before  merging  over.  Once  his  attention  is  focused  back  on  the  road,  his  eyes  observe  Michael  from  his  peripherals,  his  thumb  continuing  to  tap  at  the  steering  wheel  as  he  fights  the  silent  urge  to  hum  along  to  the  faint  music  playing  from  the  radio.  The  declaration  of  hunger  is  met  with  a  short  nod  as  a  gentle  exhale  leaves  him.

As  Michael's  infernal  father  is  mentioned  Copia  offers  a  wry  chuckle,  ❝  Satan  works  in  mysterious  ways,  caro.  .  .and  your  father  well.  .  .he  likes  making  things  difficult  so  you  EARN  whatever  you  seek.  Some  people  need  a  shove  while  others  need  help.  Hell  knows  I  needed  guidance  in  my  darkest  moments.  ❞  For  a  moment  his  voice  dies  down  as  he  eventually  merges  off  the  long  highway.  Once  stopped  at  a  red  light  Copia  fished  out  a  cigarette  and  lit  it  with  the  car's  built-in  lighter,  the  pack  offered  to  Michael  on  the  off  chance  he  too  desired  one,  if  declined  he'd  set  it  back  into  a  cup  holder.  Despite  the  ease  of  Michael's  visage,  the  next  curious  question  caused  Copia  to  tense  up  slightly,  a  heavy  hit  taken  off  the  cigarette  only  to  be  released  with  an  audible  hum  of  thought.

❝.  .  .My  mother's  a  witch,  one  who  spiritually  bonded  with  your  father  through  a  satanic  ritual  that  allowed  her  to  conceive  me.  She's  an  authoritarian  type.  Strong  with  built  with  both  compassion  and  purpose,  probably  the  funniest  person  I've  ever  met  as  well.  ❞  Cue  another  hit  from  the  cigarette  as  a  tower  of  ash  is  tapped  lazily  out  the  window.  ❝  In  Italy,  there  are  ancient  abbeys  built  on  hidden  unhallowed  ground.  There's  Satanism  in  this  country,  but  the  most  intricate  parts  of  the  worship  were  abandoned  due  to  greed  as  they  came  overseas.  As  a  child,  I  didn't  really  understand  my  path.  I  was  angry  and  resentful  for  a  long  time.  .  .Partially  because  I  was  raised  by  Nuns  who  didn't  understand  me.  ❞  A  breath  of  air  as  he  glances  at  Michael,  ❝  I  ah.  .  .❞  For  a  moment  his  hand  clenches  up  on  his  steering  wheel  as  he  shifts  in  his  seat,  the  cigarette  hit  once  more  before  it's  tossed  aside  out  the  window,  his  gaze  breaking  as  he  swallows  hard.  ❝  Knew  I  was  different  as  a  child,  and  it  scared  a  lot  of  the  other  children.  After  much  trial  and  error,  the  Nuns  realized  I  was  a  witch.  ❞  He  pauses,  finally  making  a  left  turn  to  pull  into  the  diner  where  he  shuts  off  the  car  and  unbuckles  his  seatbelt,  turning  to  face  Michael.  ❝  My  mother  realized  that  I  ah.  .  .Wasn't  a  woman  very  early  on  and  worked  hard  on  helping  me  gain  the  confidence  I  needed  to  stand  on  my  own.  Once  the  time  was  opportune,  she  made  adjustments  so  that  I  could  move  to  work  with  the  priest  and  cardinals  that  studied  ancient  scriptures.  As  I  mentioned,  an  accident  happened  and  I  came  to  the  states,  transitioned  and  well.  .  .suppose  the  rest  is  history.  .  .I  serve  your  father  because  I've  seen  the  hell  people  like  me  go  through  all  over  the  world.  .  .Your  father  has  always  accepted  me  and  my  mother.  Without  him.  .  .I  don't  think  we  would've  made  it  as  far  as  we  have.  .  .plus  ahh.  .  .Being  evil  is  kinda  bitchin'.  .  .now  enough  of  all  this⸻let's  grab  some  food,  si  ?  I  heard  this  place  has  amazing  pancakes.  ❞

No, he is right. They can not risk for Cordelia to find a loophole, come crawling back like a cockroach. Sans realizing it, Michael nods in response while biting down this nagging urge to push for quick action. Gaze darting out of the windshield. But not for long; Copia jesting about surrendering to god has him hold his breath for a second. A wry look on his face, brows unevenly upturned and a near shocked expression settling there until the warlock clarifies. ❛ Don't give me a heart attack ❜, Michael huffs a dry laugh and one beat later, well, something dawns on him. He truly has been naive as fuck. Almost buying into that joke, too. Seems like gradually mastering the art of manipulation doesn't exempt him from being susceptible to it when used on himself by others.

Thanks to the support at his back, Michael must've leant too deeply into the comfort thereof; feeling invincible, growing arrogant to the point of recklessness.

He almost misses Copia's translation of the Italian term utilized prior. Forgets to blink for the entirety of a minute whilst staring out onto the road ahead. Mind swimming in a bunch of puzzle pieces finally coming together. That is, until his eyes sting and hearing the word 'diner' steers his attention back to the warlock aka driver. Michael contemplates objecting in favor of taking a shower somewhere first, but his stomach's opinion doesn't line up with it. So he says nothing. Nothing except for ❛ I'm starving. ❜

How long has he been out there in the woods? As if looking for an answer in the landscape rushing by as they cruise about, he tracks the trees lining the way. ❛ Uh... I- I don't really know ❜, follows brief hesitation, ere he plants one elbow onto the door-window's edge to rest his temple on the knuckles of that hand. A fleeting glimpse into the wing mirror. ❛ It must've been a couple days. I tried to contact my father but he obviously doesn't care to help me. ❜ Again, Michael shoots Copia a contemplative glance that lingers for a silent, prolonged moment. The resurfacing crease to his brows gives away how the thoughts haven't stopped firing through his head. ❛ Unless you are his answer. I mean, you showing up just when I'm ready to give up would be a funny coincidence. ❜

A lazy smile curves his mouth upward, ease washing over his mien again. ❛ Can I ask you something? ❜ Michael doesn't wait for an answer to that. ❛ Exactly what made you choose him as your lord? I doubt you woke up one day thinking 'hey, time to worship Satan'. ❜

#langdhon #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ THREADS ▓ ✧ –––– ᶰᵃᵛᶤᵍᵃᵗᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵉˢᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ˢᵉᵃ. #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ AHS ▓ ✧ –––– ᵛᶤˡᵉ ᶤᶰᶜᵃʳᶰᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᶰˢᵘᵐᵐᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇˡᶤˢˢ. #q

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i canne lie the text formatting for tumblr takes longer than writing a post sometimes, and it has me abt to act up

#⌈ ⛧ ⌉ MUN ▓ ✧ –––– ᵖʳᵒᵐᶤˢᵉᵈ ˢᵉᵃᵗˢ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᶤᵗ. #tbd

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Hey all ! I'm here and diving into my drafts but I still owe a few starters which I intend to handle tomorrow evening. For these drafts, I'll be setting up a queue so my activity is more consistent but the starters will be posted ASAP. If you are looking to plot or anything of the sort just reach out to me. :) I'll also be over @sinnerborn and @ministrymatron to catch up on the little I have on those blogs as well over the next few days. . .also going to possibly develop more threads on each of those blogs.

#⌈ ⛧ ⌉ MUN ▓ ✧ –––– ᵖʳᵒᵐᶤˢᵉᵈ ˢᵉᵃᵗˢ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᶤᵗ. #thanks for the patience #life got crazy as per usual lmao

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@bctclgevse ♥'d THIS for a starter !

❝.  .  .You  want  me  to  say  Betelgeuse  ?  ❞  A  look  of  profound  confusion  finds  the  Cardinal's  features,  the  clipboard,  and  pen  clenched  in-hand  as  he  worked  on  checking  in  a  FRESH  delivery  from  outside  the  ministry  grounds.  ❝.  .  .Ahhh  shit.  .  .You  got  me  there.  ❞  Pen  gestures  to  a  sealed  crate  'decorated'  with  caution  tape  before  he  taps  at  the  clipboard  wildly  as  if  in  contemplation.  ❝  Tell  you  what.  .  .If  you  give  me  a  GOOD  enough  reason  I'll  let  you  out⸻the  Ministry  only  requested  the  ITEM  in  the  box,  not  any  entities  attached  to  it.  .  .Typically  I  get  some  kinda  warning  but  for  you  ahhh.  .  .doesn't  seem  your  name  is  anywhere  on  the  list.  ❞

#bctclgevse #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ THREADS ▓ ✧ –––– ᶰᵃᵛᶤᵍᵃᵗᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵉˢᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ˢᵉᵃ. #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ V : CARDINAL ▓ ✧ –––– ˢᶜᵒᵘʳᵍᵉ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘᶤˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵃᶰᶜᵗᶤᵗʸ. #[ hope dis okaaay ]

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@walriding ♥'d THIS for a starter !

Mount  Massive  Asylum  for  the  Criminally  Insane  was  a.  .  .unique  place  with  a  morbid  menagerie  of  twists  and  turns.  Death,  decay,  and  even   EVIL  itself  had  been  lurking  throughout  its  halls,  the  blood  spilled  had  never  been  enough  for  the  shady  dealings  of  the  Murkoff  corporation  or  even  those  they  employed  to  oversee  everyday  dealings  in  the  asylum.  Just  how  many  lives  had  been  lost,  how  much  suffering  would  it  take  for  everything  to  just  crumble?  Perhaps  it  would  take  an  outsider.  .  .A  catalyst  for  change.  .  .but  just   WHO  would  be  brave  enough  to  come  to  such  a  place,  especially  with  Murkoff's  involvement?

Hope  was  lost  for  so  long.  .  .but  a  glimmer  into  a  new  reality  came  with  the  miracle  of   DEATH.  Gluskin⸻Words  couldn't  contain  the  excitement  that  captured  a  patient  by  the  name  of  'Cardinal',  a  newfound  giddiness  to  take  over  for  the  deceased  groom.  Perhaps  the  Cardinal  had  been  a  bit.  .  .misguided,  but  his  way  had  kept  him  safe.  Kept  'savage'  outsiders  away.  .  .No  one  dared  to  challenge  those  on  'good'  terms  with  the  Wallrider   (  whatever  THAT  had  even  meant  ).  There   HAD  been  a  chapel  for  union,  but  new  management  assured  that  it'd  return  to  its  initial  purpose.  .  . Worship.

❝  Have  you  come  to  repent  ?  ❞  The  brunette  entered  the  space  with  a  candelabra  in  hand  which  offered  a  faint  glow  on  his  features,  wide  mismatched  eyes  watching  the  strange  who  no  doubt  had  come  from  the   OUTSIDE  on  account  of  his  clothing.  The  calmness  he  held  made  him  unlike  the  other  patients,  and  to  make  matters  worse,  he  had  made  his  own  cassock  out  of  cloth  remnants  from  around  the  asylum  so  that  he  wouldn't  wear  the  same  garb  as  the  others.  ❝  Or  perhaps.  .  .you're  just  passing  through  ?  ❞

#walriding #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ THREADS ▓ ✧ –––– ᶰᵃᵛᶤᵍᵃᵗᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵉˢᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ˢᵉᵃ. #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ V : OUTLAST ▓ ✧ –––– ʳᵉᵛᵉˡᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵃᵗ ʰᵃᶰᵈ. #[ It's been a long bit since I've done anything outlast related #so I hope this works for you!! ]

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@saintsreign ♥'d THIS for a starter ! ( For Rain ! )

❝  If  I've  said  it  once,  I've  said  it  a  hundred  times⸻❞  A  sharp  inhale,  hands  falling  to  rest  on  his  tips  as  he  glances  at  the  masked  ghoul,  ❝  It  seems  every  show  you  come  more  and  more  out  of  your  shell !  ❞  The  vague  tone  in  which  he  spoke  shifted  to  one  holding  both  hope  and  contentment.  ❝  I  could  cry,  I'm  very  proud  of  you,  caro.  ❞  A  gloved  hand  gently  pats  at  the  ghoul's  shoulder,  a  smile  pulling  at  his  lips  as  he  pulls  his  hand  back  so  that  it  may  return  to  his  hip.  ❝  There  has  been  a  mixup  with  the  schedule,  we  play  tomorrow.  .  .Would  you  like  to  go  out  and  have  some  fun  ?  ❞

#saintsreign #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ THREADS ▓ ✧ –––– ᶰᵃᵛᶤᵍᵃᵗᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵉˢᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ˢᵉᵃ. #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ V : PAPA ▓ ✧ –––– ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᶤᶰᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵃᵐ ᵉᶰᵗᵃᶰᵍˡᵉᵈ. #[ Hope this works okay !! ]

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GAME OVER !!!!!!

#⌈ ⛧ ⌉ VISAGE ▓ ✧ –––– ˢᵖᵘᶰ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵃ ʸᵃʳᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐᵃᶰᵍˡᵉᵈ. #aaaaaaaa

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@vampyrra ♥'d THIS for a starter !

❝  I  pity  them.  ❞  Painted  lips  pause  with  the  slow  drift  of  his  eyes  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  the  woman  behind  him.  ❝  So  blissfully  unaware.  .  .❞  Slowly  his  body  turns  to  face  her,  a  brow  lifted  with  a  steady  sigh.  ❝  I  often  find  myself  retreating  into  memories  of  simpler  times,  reminiscing  of  those  I  had  to  let  go.  .  .How  is  it  you  stay  so  strong,  cara?  ❞  Slowly,  he  leans  into  the  dusty  window  frame,  glancing  down  at  the  few  stragglers  who  had  surely  been  on  their  way  home  on  account  of  the  curfew.  ❝  Have  you  eliminated  kindness  entirely  ?  Or  have  you  made  peace  with  your  truth  ?  ❞  

#vampyrra #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ THREADS ▓ ✧ –––– ᶰᵃᵛᶤᵍᵃᵗᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵉˢᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ˢᵉᵃ. #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ V : DRACOPIA ▓ ✧ –––– ˡᵘˢᵗ ᵃᵗ ᶠᶤʳˢᵗ ᵇᶤᵗᵉ. #[ I hope this works for you friend ;v; ]

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@muutos ♥'d THIS for a starter ! ( For Judith ! )

An  air  of  melancholy  weighs  the  Cardinal  down,  a  spine  perpetually  bending  out  of  place  the  instant  he  had  received  HORRID  news.  Perhaps  for  the  first  time,  doubt  had  consumed  him,  graced  him  with  a  never-ending  spout  of  paranoia  that  he  too  was  nothing  but  a  marionette  of  the  Ministry,  forever  destined  to  run  from  the  wolves  as  they  nip  at  his  ankles.  Perhaps  his  fate  was  sealed  the  instant  he  was  taken  in  by  the  orphanage  on  the  Ministry's  grounds  (at  least  that's  what  he  had  been  told  his  entire  life  ),  but  one  thing  was  clear.  .  .The  path  he  was  on  was  NOT  one  of  his  choosing.  While  he  enjoyed  the  passing  thought  of  Papacy,  he  concluded  such  limelight  would  take  away  from  his  passion  of  pursuing  knowledge.  .  .but  the  Emeritus  sons  had  failed.  .  .Nihil  had  failed.  With  no  one  to  step  in,  he  was  chosen  by  Imperator  and  those  above  her.  Initially,  he  had  thought  the  woman  crazy  for  even  suggesting  the  idea  but  after  his  first  album  and  tour,  he  found  himself  capable  of  living  up  to  what  was  truly  needed  in  the  Ministry.  .  .perhaps  he  even  found  it  FUN  but  all  of  the  warmth  he  had  felt  from  his  spurt  of  pride  had  subsided  and  nested  into  something  far  more  grotesque.  

❝.  .  .They  executed  the  Papa's.  ❞  A  soft  murmur  from  the  shadows  of  the  Sister's  private  quarters⸻he  had  let  himself  in  as  he  had  on  a  few  occasions  in  the  past  (  though  such  times  were.  .  .for  'fun'  ).  ❝  They  made  me  watch.  ❞  Even  now  his  tone  is  weak,  his  two-toned  hues  resting  shut  to  hide  any  direct  insight  into  his  location.  ❝  Forgive  me,  Sister.  .  .I  know  this  visit  was  unexpected  but  I.  .  .didn't  know  where  to  go.  ❞  

#muutos #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ THREADS ▓ ✧ –––– ᶰᵃᵛᶤᵍᵃᵗᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵉˢᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ˢᵉᵃ. #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ V : CARDINAL ▓ ✧ –––– ˢᶜᵒᵘʳᵍᵉ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘᶤˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵃᶰᶜᵗᶤᵗʸ. #[ have some pain ]

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@ladysuperior ♥'d THIS for a starter !

Crisp  winter  air  nips  at  his  nose  as  a  firm  brow  conducts  uneasiness  on  account  of  whisperings  he  had  heard  in  passing  from  a  few  of  the  residential  ghouls  who  catered  to  the  higher  levels  of  the  Ministry.  Perhaps  he  shouldn't  have  been  so  nosey,  in  blissful  ignorance  he  would  surely  have  had  an  easy  night.  For  now,  he  settles  with  an  evening  beneath  a  full  moon  with  the  assumption  that  he'd  be  meeting  with  a  woman  he  had  grown  a  fondness  for.  For  quite  a  long  while  he  had  been  busy  with  tour  preparations  despite  only  being  home  from  the  last  tour  for  a  month,  still.  .  .Despite  being  a  workaholic  he  finds  time  in  his  schedule  to  meet  with  her  in  hopes  she  may  ease  his  troubled  mind.

#ladysuperior #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ THREADS ▓ ✧ –––– ᶰᵃᵛᶤᵍᵃᵗᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵉˢᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ˢᵉᵃ. #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ V : PAPA ▓ ✧ –––– ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᶤᶰᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵃᵐ ᵉᶰᵗᵃᶰᵍˡᵉᵈ. #[ Hope this works ! ]

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@knowingisntseeing ♥'d THIS for a starter !

❝  Cenere  alla  cenere.  .  .  ❞  A  soft  voice  murmurs  with  the  accompanying  sound  of  a  rock  skipping  against  the  surface  of  a  pond  near  the  garden  grounds.  ❝  Polvere  alla  polvere.  ❞  A  sigh  as  the  Papa  bends  down  and  searches  for  another  rock  beneath  the  fading  glow  of  the  setting  sun.  .  .and  once  such  is  required  it's  skipped  all  the  same  with  a  heavy  sigh  of  exasperation.  Part  of  him  desires  to  be  on  tour  again,  away  from  the  morbid  paranoia  that  had  been  running  rampant  through  his  cranium  since  he  had  got  home.  .  .He  feels  betrayal  is  afoot,  though  no  evidence  is  in  his  grasp.  Penance  was  to  be  paid,  blood  for  blood,  life  for  life.  .  .It  was  the  way  things  were,  only.  .  .he  never  thought  his  mother  to  conspire  against  him.  (  Perhaps  he  should've  known  better.  ).  A  sigh  bellows  louder  than  intended  as  he  takes  a  seat  on  a  blackened  bench  carved  from  remnants  of  a  fire  at  another  abbey  a  few  states  away.

#knowingisntseeing #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ THREADS ▓ ✧ –––– ᶰᵃᵛᶤᵍᵃᵗᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵉˢᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ˢᵉᵃ. #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ V : PAPA ▓ ✧ –––– ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᶤᶰᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵃᵐ ᵉᶰᵗᵃᶰᵍˡᵉᵈ. #[ hope this is okay !! ]

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@laebyrinths ♥'d THIS for a starter !

Romania. . .certainlly hadn't been his first choice for travel, but his infernal duty led him deep in the forests of Transylvania his destination an old abbey that contained priceless books and artifacts of the Ministry's history. All he'd need to do is clear the dreaded Hoia Baciu. . .A place that he regarded as LAWLESS when it came to the supernatural. Many rumors came and went regarding monsters and specters alike, something the 'PLAGUE DOCTOR' found both entrancing and troubling. At least Satan had been on his side, and the man believe such should lead him on an easy plight. Gloved digits clutch tightly onto the reins ( pulling back gently to guide the horse to stop ) of the carriage, and his two-tone eyes drift to take in all manner of fading foliage as a milky fog begins to surround him. Slowly the masked man rises to his feet, taking careful steps down from the carriage so that his boots may meet mudded earth. Time was of the essence, but. . .the fog could easily lead both him and the horse off the path, so he decides to wait things out for now. He'd look around curiously at his surroundings, vaguely recalling the path from his youth when he accompanied a. . .friend to the very abbey he was heading for. It's not soon after that a haunt of disembodied whispers filters into the air and captures both his and the horse's attention ( and to calm the pale white steed comes a gentle palm ).

❝. . .Is there someone there ? ❞

#laebyrinths #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ THREADS ▓ ✧ –––– ᶰᵃᵛᶤᵍᵃᵗᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵉˢᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ˢᵉᵃ. #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ V : PLAGUE ▓ ✧ –––– ᵃˢʰᵉˢ. ᵃˢʰᵉˢ. ʷᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᵈᵒʷᶰ.

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Verse & length is rather subjective but I will attempt to go with whatever fits best ! Multi's please specify your muse of choice or I will not be making up a starter.

#starter call #indie ghost rp #ghost rp #cardinal copia #indie horror rp #mutuals only </3

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❝ Many  a  mind  I  have  haunted  &  in  many  a  way  I  have  been,  often  the  one  to  have  flaunted  an  image  grotesque  &  obscene .❞

#⌈ ⛧ ⌉ SELF-PROMO ▓ ✧ –––– ᵒᶠᵗᵉᶰ ˢᵗᵉᵉᵖᵉᵈ ᶤᶰ ʷᵉˡˡ-ˢᵖᵘᶰ ᵐʸˢᵗᵉʳʸ.