ART IS SUBJUGATING

NOTHING LIKE THE CORRUPTION OF INNOCENCE TO SPARK THE FLOW OF CREATION!

[guccisore]

                                           LITTLE DARK AGE

                         indie stefano valentini of TEW ― written by OZ

―  CARRD ✧  INTEREST TRACKER  ✧ STARTER CALL ✧  PROMO

[guccisore]

Also tumblr refuses to send me notifications here smh

[guccisore]

I promise I'll be here again soon folks I was just slammed in the face w a star wars hyper fixation LMAO

[guccisore]

Man what the fuck is up w tumblrs new notification system I have literally gotten none

[conesoldstobers]

don’t jokeship with me because 2 hours later i’ll have feels for the pairing.

[guccisore]

Also if u havent done my interest tracker u shld bc It works as not only a way for me to gauge how mean Stefano can be to ur muse but also as a way for me to know how familiar with TEW you are so I know how much to mansplain in replies/OOC to u without accidentally coming off as condescending

[guccisore]

                                   @oathbrother​ :  I WANTED TO BE WANTED

He hears those words come and there is such a softness in Stefano that cannot be expressed. It’s in his eye and the way it reflects the light just a little too much. And in his mouth, in the way it pulls down at the corners because he is far too sad to smile (and yet he’s trying anyway.) But words fail it. Words fail HIM as his hands tumble listlessly in the space between them- as if to hold, as if afraid to.

“ You are. ” are the first two words to find him. They leave his mouth dry and anxious. His tongue wants to retreat. He continues anyway (he was always good at putting himself in harms way). “Honestly. I-- I can’t imagine anyone NOT wanting you.”

[vhsmeme]

* character headcanons

clothing style.

before - bed routine. 

eating habits.

concept of home and family. 

hobbies. 

fighting style.

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

talk about one person your muse loves.

ways your muse says i love you.

describe your muse’s laugh. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? 

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

describe your muse’s walk. 

talk about your muse’s accent.

describe your muse’s smile. 

how often does your muse get sick?

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

skills and special talents. 

disabilities or illnesses. 

habits and mannerisms.

introvert or extrovert.

religious or non - religious.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

something your muse could never forgive.

something that makes your muse smile.

something that scares your muse.

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

how your muse responds to anger.

did your muse grow up too fast?

[phantomemes]

credit  /  feel free to change pronouns !

‘ tell me about the dream where we the pull bodies out of the lake ’ ‘ it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio ’ ‘ tell me how all this , and love too , will ruin us ’ ‘ we’ll never get used to it ’ ‘ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you ’ ‘ we know where the sound is coming from ’ ‘ the world is no longer mysterious ’ ‘ it’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster ’ ‘ i like him and i want to be like him ’ ‘ someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure ’ ‘ history repeats itself ’ ‘ i wanted to be wanted ’ ‘ frequently i was finding myself sleepless ’ ‘ i’d like my money’s worth ’ ‘ we can’t punch ourselves awake ’ ‘ sorry about the blood in your mouth ’ ‘ you wanted happiness , i can’t blame you for that ’ ‘ a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy ’ ‘ tell me you’re not miserable ’ ‘ imagine being useless ’ ‘ there is no way to make this story interesting ’ ‘ i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything ’ ‘ he told me it wasn’t going to be okay ’ ‘ the minutes don’t stop ’ ‘ every morning another chapter ’ ‘ i wanted to give you something more ’ ‘ i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you ’ ‘ you want a better story ’ ‘ i can already tell you think i’m the dragon ’ ‘ you still get to be the hero ’ ‘ i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together ’ ‘ here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all forgiven ’ ‘ the entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell ’ ‘ unfortunately we don’t have that kind of time ’ ‘ it isn’t over yet , it’s just begun ’ ‘ things happen every minute that have nothing to do with us ’ ‘ i wanted to fall down right there but i knew you wouldn’t catch me ’ ‘ you are a fever i am learning to live with ’ ‘ everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel ’ ‘ i just don’t want to die anymore ’ ‘ you want to die for love , you always have ’ ‘ let’s not talk about it , let’s just not talk ’ ‘ you say  ‘ i’ll give you anything ’  but you never come through ’ ‘ i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own ’ ‘ anything past the horizon is invisible , it can only be imagined ’ ‘ you keep singing along to that song i hate ’ ‘ this is the place where everything starts to begin ’ ‘ monsters are always hungry ’ ‘ none of us are going back ’ 

[piigtails]

@guccisore​​ said:  “ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”

Lowering  his  arms  from  where  they  shielded  his  head,  Sally  tenatively  looked  up  at  the  stranger.  He  looked  human,  although  he  could  be  a  bit  of  something  else  from  behind  the  fringe  of  hair;  There  was  an  instinct  in  him  that  was  telling  him  to  wedge  deeper  under  the  desk  that  he’d  taken  shelter  underneath,  but  his  back  was  already  touching  where  the  two  sheets  of  rusting  metal  met.    "I  don’t  know  where  I  am,“    Sal  admitted,  his  voice  quivering;  He  cleared  his  throat,  but  it  was  so  painfully  dry.    "I’ve  never  been  here  this  long  before.”

It  started  out  as  mere  seconds.  Little  flashes  of  this  desolate  place  that  Sal  brushed  off  as  some  kind  of  jumbled  up  memory.  But  as  time  went  on,  as  he  got  a  bit  older,  the  expanse  in  which  he  found  himself  visiting  this  place  got  larger  in  larger.  Two  minutes,  to  five,  to  thirty,  and  then  hours.  Funny  thing  was,  it  was  never  that  long  when  he  woke  back  up  at  home.  At  home,  it  was  like  he  accidentally  drifted  off  to  sleep.  (In  the  doctors  opinion,  it  was  caused  by  the  extensive  head  injury  he  had  suffered  as  a  child.)

“I  don’t  want  to  make  any  noise,  because  what  if  they  hear  us?"    The  mutated  abominations  that  plagued  wherever  they  were.  Sally  had  narrowly  escaped  their  clutches,  using  his  small  stature  to  his  advantaged  and  crawling  through  places  where  they  could  not  reach;  The  particular  building  they  were  in  seemed  vacant,  and  Sal  had  planned  to  simply  wait  it  out,  until  he  woke  back  up  safe  and  sound.    

[guccisore]

“Is that all you’re scared of?” The denizens of what was formerly known as UNION shamble about the street like stray dogs, without conviction or purpose. Stefano watches them from the window with an idle sort of distaste. Take it or leave it. They are part of his reality.

“They’re called the haunted, signorino.” He informs, turning and closing the curtain as he does. “And they’re nothing more than decorated husks. Really. Their minds were weak, so they lost them. They’re...  NPCs. Mindless background figures. You’re smarter than them, faster than them. And besides-” Stefano smiles in a way meant to be comforting, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “you’re here with me. What’s there to be afraid of?”

[viruscide]

@guccisore​ liked & gets my man RUVIK. 

                      ❝ you’re the one i was searching for. ❞    not a core-candidate despite the man’s clear tendencies, neither a way out for a ghost disconnected for good from it’s host – solace, per chance, the comfort of knowing ruben was not alone in this mess any longer, haunted less by nightmares and more by this man’s creations for all that they’re worth. 

                      ❝ you messed up this place, ❞    ruben says, bare feet against the concrete almost numb to the sensation,    ❝ you did what i couldn’t. and now you’ll help me again. ❞

[guccisore]

Stefano turns to Ruvik with a cocked brow. Well. Its better than a GUN. (but perhaps just as loaded)

“ You sound so sure of yourself for someone who called my art   MESS. ” He crosses his arms. A psychologist would say it’s a sign of defense, of closing off oneself. Stefano would just say that it’s rude. “ what is it, specter? Are you asking me to help you? or are you TELLING me? “

[oathbrother-deactivated20211018]

  there’s somewhat of a pep in his step–– a toothy smile basking in kamurocho’s party lights  and  the moon’s faintest glow that tried her best to overpower the district but to no avail.   of course,  there had to be a reason nishikiyama was in such a good mood!  but in reality, there really wasn’t.   life is too short to find something to dwell about, especially when money can solve problems.  if you had any.  

   but maybe, just maybe… if he had paid attention to where he was going, he wouldn’t have bumped into someone who was a foreigner, a visitor with such an odd sense of fashion that made nishiki snort, much less someone who could’ve been potentially dangerous if this stranger chose to be so… aggressive.  whatever the outcome, nishiki stops and offers the other a small smile and even going so far as to throw a hand up in a way to apologize.  nishikiyama akira isn’t the one to get his hands dirty, and that much is certain.  @guccisore​​  /  starter. 

[guccisore]

             HE’S CUTE, however rude- and as it goes in Italy, cute people are usually the best to ask directions from. Stefano is under no illusions- he knows asking HIM specifically is only a cover. A faltering excuse to keep his beauty in his life for just a few seconds longer- still. Stefano’s hand raises in a mirroring posture, and he dwells closer, following him for a few feet down the block.

“ eh-- scusi, signore! Parli italiano? “  No, the answering silence says. He does not. Shit. Stefano throws up a finger as he pages through the dumb little translation booklet in his hands, squinting at the shitty text which was rendered only shittier in the stylistic light.  “ Konichwa, itari-a-go--” He sighs, long and labored, through his nose. This is impossible.

His hands fall to his sides. Might as well try. His head cocks as he asks, wary yet hopeful- his accent is thick, but not so thick he can’t be understood.  “ Sir, do you speak english? ”

[guccisore]

ok man a lot more of these starters r gonna need prior plotting than i anticipated ................... might hop into some of yalls dms tbh

[guccisore]

“  SO...  you cut his fingers off. May I ask  why?   What was- what was the purpose?” He asks not to criticize, but instead for insight. The best way to understand art is to ask the ARTIST himself, after all.

@richardtrager

[guccisore]

also, after a lot of thought I have decided to rescind my transman hc for Stefano. The more I have gotten to know his muse the more I have realized he relates more to a male socialized upbringing, and that if he IS trans he likely leans more toward the nonbinary scale than transmasc. I just?? I don’t know I definitely think he IS trans in a sense, but I think being raised in a homophobic age as someone AMAB and interested in men is more important to his characterization than I originally thought.

[guccisore]

     WHAT’S THIS?  a little book amongst the items in his basket  (SHEETS, MAKEUP, FLOWERS, AND BLEACH FOR CLEANUP LATER).  Odd, Stefano thinks as he plucks it up between two fingers. He doesn’t need a new journal yet- someone must have dropped it in here by mistake. But, never a man to deny the allure of the word DEATH, the title draws his attention enough to investigate further. He’s still standing, static, basket on his hip, in the aisle as he flips open the little book.

DEATH NOTE RULES. 1. The human whose name is written in this note shall die.

His heartbeat quickens. His stomach drops into the pit of his guts with an anxious weight. Equal parts excited and apprehensive, he feels hot under his collar- sweaty, almost. This book is... nothing more than just that. It couldn’t be anything more. And yet something within Stefano feels so visible. Exposed.  Dropped in his basket with his other tools of  MURDER, this fictional book of death feels nearly like an accusation to him. A nod that says  HERE, YOU COULD USE THIS   with a cheshire grin. Could it be real?   Who could know?

He senses movement in front of him as he stares at the page. His eye flickers upward. Stefano closes the book. (The truth is, he was already picturing the demon in his head even before he laid eyes upon it)

“This is no coincidence, is it?”

@ringonokami

[guccisore]

Also if u havent done my interest tracker u shld bc It works as not only a way for me to gauge how mean Stefano can be to ur muse but also as a way for me to know how familiar with TEW you are so I know how much to mansplain in replies/OOC to u without accidentally coming off as condescending