#⌈ ⛧ ⌉ THREADS ▓ ✧ –––– ᶰᵃᵛᶤᵍᵃᵗᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵉˢᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ˢᵉᵃ.

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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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@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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@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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@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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@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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@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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GHOST LYRIC PROMPTS. ▓ @melicra

❛ I’m waiting for the night to fall when everything is bearable ❜

Much  to  the  Cardinal's  dismay,  the  third  Emeritus  son  had  requested  an  evening  stroll  with  him.  Why?  Well.  .  .He  wasn't  sure,  but  most  of  his  thoughts  lingered  on  Terzo  enjoying  making  him  miserable.  .  .Still,  he  participates,  even  going  at  the  agonizing  pace  the  Papa  had  been  walking.  Sure,  they  had  exchanged  words  to  fill  the  awkward  silence,  but  the  Cardinal  merely  offered  grunts  and  hums  in  retort.  .  .though,  as  he  came  to  a  stop  along  an  upper  balcony  he  tilts  his  head.  Idle  hands  come  to  his  center,  folding  delicately  as  he  glances  at  the  moon  above  them.  Lyrics  that  had  been  all  too  familiar,  caused  the  Cardinal's  gaze  to  drift,  falling  to  observe  Terzo.

❝.  .  .Papa  ?  ❞  Normally  he'd  offer  a  snarky  response  about  how  it  was  already  night,  that  the  time  of  day  didn't  REALLY  soothe  agony.  .  .but  for  once  he  holds  his  tongue,  he  wonders  if  it's  because  of  exhaustion.  ❝.  .  .Are  you.  .  .Alright  ?  "  A  brow  lifts  inquisitively,  a  step  forward  taken  as  he  moves  in  front  of  the  Papa.  Since  Terzo  had  become  Papa,  it  was  clear  it  had  taken  a  toll  on  him,  and  now  with  the  Popestar  tour  on  the  horizon,  it  was  clear  the  Ministry  had  decided  to  turn  up  the  heat.  ❝  Ah.  .  .forgive  me  but.  .  .You  rarely  ask  me  to  join  you  on  a  stroll,  let  alone  hold  a  semblance  of  sorrow  in  your  tone.  .  .If  you  need  someone  to  talk  to,  I  could  unbiasedly  lend  you  an  ear.  ❞

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

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@angelmade for a plotted starter.

⸺Cara  mia.  .  .Her  golden  hair  glistens  in  the  moonlight  as  a  phantom  observes  her  through  the  large  gothic  windows  of  an  abandoned  cathedral.  Plagues  of  curiosity  warm  his  cold  dead  heart  at  sight  alone.  A  slow  and  steady  breath  is  expelled  as  he  drinks  in  her  image,  one  hand  flexing  open  and  closed.  Tonight  would  be  the  night  he  revealed  himself  to  her,  perhaps  it  would  return  the  promise  of  an  unholy  union.  A  century  had  come  and  gone,  with  it  many.  .  .many  people.  Depression  clung  to  him  tightly  and  kept  him  in  limbo  but  she'd  be  the  first  to  stir  life  back  into  him.  The  rain  had  blessed  him  tonight,  and  he  had  hoped  she  might  run  inside  to  escape  the  weather.

The  Cathedral  for  the  first  in  a  very  long  time  was  illuminated  by  a  faint  glow  of  candles  (  though  if  she  entered,  it'd  be  apparent  it  had  only  been  the  first  floor  ),  smells  of  myrrh  and  frankincense  making  the  building  THAT  much  more  inviting.  From  the  shadows  he  would  observe  her  if  she  came  inside,  deciding  that  he'd  make  himself  known  when  the  proper  time  came.  Upon  the  second-floor  balcony  of  the  Cathedral  had  been  her  admirer,  his  peppered  hair  slicked  back  with  the  finest  of  pomades  made  by  a  perfumer  who  operated  in  the  hillsides  of  Italy.  For  the  evening,  he'd  grace  her  with  a  face  full  of  black  and  white  paint  that  depicted  a  rat  skull  upon  his  image.  A  flowy  black  palace  victorian  blouse  was  decided  on  being  worn  with  black  slacks  and  dress  shoes,  his  image  nearly  blending  in  with  the  darkness  as  he  waits  patiently.

#angelmade #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ THREADS ▓ ✧ –––– ᶰᵃᵛᶤᵍᵃᵗᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵉˢᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ˢᵉᵃ. #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ V : DRACOPIA ▓ ✧ –––– ˡᵘˢᵗ ᵃᵗ ᶠᶤʳˢᵗ ᵇᶤᵗᵉ. #[ idk what this is but whatever ]

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A plotted starter for @trohpybimbo

It's  the  coldest  day  of  the  year,  snow  covering  Ministry  grounds,  and  by  the  sight  of  the  clouds  looming  overhead,  it  shows  very  little  sign  of  remorse.  It's.  .  .serene,  and  while  the  Cardinal  favors  hotter  weather,  it  seems  fitting  for  a  day  of  melancholy  and  regret.  It  hadn't  been  more  than  a  month  since  the  Emeritus  brothers  had  been  brutality  exonerated.  While  proud  of  the  opportunity  given  to  him,  none  of  it  feels  quite  right.  .  .It  wasn't  how  he  wanted  things  to  go.  Time  had  taken  its  course  and  he  too  was  only  a  victim  of  circumstance,  though  such  realizations  did  very  little  to  ease  his  overactive  mind.

Slow  footfalls  are  made  through  a  shoveled  path,  and  when  the  caretaker  ghouls  provide  bows  of  respect  they  are  ignored.  The  Cardinal's  eyes  remained  focused  on  the  graveyard  in  the  distance,  a  frown  tucked  on  his  normally  disgruntled  features.  As  he  grows  closers,  his  eyes  drift  to  catch  a  glimmer  of  the  vapor  that  had  escaped  from  his  nostrils  and  he  stops,  only  to  glance  back  at  the  large  Cathedral  hall  that  he  had  left  out  of  and  what  he  finds  is  the  ghouls  looking  back  until  realization  finds  them  and  they  return  to  their  duty.  It  wasn't  hard  for  Copia  to  understand  how  people  felt  about  him,  he  had  heard  it  his  entire  life⸺how.  .  .such  a  position  wasn't  MEANT  for  him,  that  he  should  have  been  grateful  for  what  he  had.  .  .Perhaps  if  he  listened  and  stayed  complacent  with  how  things  were,  the  Emeritus  sons  would  be  alive.

Once  he  enters  the  graveyard  he  approaches  three  large  cemetery  monuments  that  depicted  the  brothers  and  as  one  may  imagine,  a  variety  of  candles,  flowers,  and  items  of  splendor  were  left  in  remembrance.  It  stirs  a  heavy  sigh  from  the  Cardinal  as  he  approaches  with  three  fresh  black  roses  (  symbolizing  both  a  major  shift  and  a  new  beginning  for  the  Ministry  ),  which  are  quick  to  replace  the  white  ones  that  had  withered  due  to  the  elements.  Gloved  hands  meet  at  his  center  and  he  begins  a  prayer⸺❝  Give  eternal  rest  unto  these  brothers,  oh  serpent.  .  .let  your  perpetual  shadow  embrace  them.  May  their  weary  hearts  rest  in  peace⸺may  theirs  and  the  other  souls  we  have  lost  this  year  rest.  .  .Nema.  Mi  dispiace  tantissimo.  .  .  ❞

#trohpybimbo #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ THREADS ▓ ✧ –––– ᶰᵃᵛᶤᵍᵃᵗᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵉˢᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ˢᵉᵃ. #⌈ ⛧ ⌉ V : CARDINAL ▓ ✧ –––– ˢᶜᵒᵘʳᵍᵉ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘᶤˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᵃᶰᶜᵗᶤᵗʸ.