- ——𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃. & yes, he looks fabulous
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- ——𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃. & yes, he looks fabulous
private & highly selective Roberto da Costa , est. 2018. by mandinha
- ——𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃. & yes, he looks fabulous
private & highly selective Roberto da Costa , est. 2018. by mandinha
inbox call !!! i still get stuff to do on victor's blog + i work today anywys so i'm not gonna have much time to write but . i will put replies in my drafts / likely continue them
inbox call !!! i still get stuff to do on victor's blog + i work today anywys so i'm not gonna have much time to write but . i will put replies in my drafts / likely continue them
hiii no one told me abt x-men 97....
him throwing in "minha mae" mid sentence made me recoil a bit but u kno what i'll take what wins i can get !!
hiii no one told me abt x-men 97....
“Saberemos cada vez menos o que é um ser humano.”
— José Saramago
Interior da Catedral Basílica de Nossa Senhora do Pilar, São João del-Rei/MG.
𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊. One man & one alone during the age of a simpler world a child could marvel the wonders of & sense a wickedness stoking the sepulchral around him but not imagine the malevolence that could exist in it nor that it was the man the fog swallowed. He saw the collar of his dark shirt sticking with the sweat pearling his nape pale into a gray silhouette relinquishing mass & growing more shapeless with the evisceration of cloying pops from his footsteps in the wet & deltaed mud as he reached the creek’s mouth & the waves crashed & ebbed much like fiery Absaloms roaring & bearing cadaverous hands, brindled for the shore from which they’d been banished & where in the dark stomach of the river silent leviathans of Asmodeus lie curled in chiffon wreathes of turquoise & green eyes.
When the man remerged his hair stuck to his forehead & the white of the dress shirt flushed transparently to his chest. I hadn’t questioned for what reason might one of my father’s most well tailored & expensive suits now smell of 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫. I said there was humidity enough. It was not until months after I learned my father never made it out of the ribanceira. I lost the count of how many times I returned to search for the body & never encountered not one bone buried in the fluvial or an article of textile addled.
@vairuler : ❝ guess you’re no stranger to fury, either. ❞
Years passed. Both father & the apparition of the father met in the nether. Consequently minor to guilt. He believed the man had attended a baptism he wished he would not see but there was something there he required the boy knew or he would be elsewhere & he never quite figured what that was. Looking at his hand he turned his forearm over to note the preternatural that merges him with the streams of night webbing like a hole in the heavens despite standing on soil & you might ponder if he could pluck a star from the sky if he stretched his arm & pinched one by his thumb. Ask men what they think of war & stone. His fury was always here. Before he was, it waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting the ultimate practitioners & he would incubate it fourteen years till he no longer could. The cold flame in his eyes sawed in the wind & paled & he returns that visage to the blood reefs that’d set under the horizon hours ago. ❝ I suppose eventually it even becomes nature. ❞
while i would say one of beto’s negative traits is certainly his arrogance (& there are several reasons for that that i’m not going into here, but never intentionally & usually out of ignorance that his actions are translating as that, which doesn’t excuse it at all. he does try to learn & take note of it) i hate how the past decade of comics have especially amped it up.... the constant flaunting of his wealth & attractiveness to the point it’s become his entire personality is for one obnoxious but also i think so far removed from his original characterization
❝ 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 — a shooting star. ❞ Harkens to the memory of late november leonids & scattered tarpaulin umbrellas limned by wisps of electric blue. How the stars did fall then, towards the eastern horizon much like a banished weeping mother with & the atlantic the summation of her tears. ❝ Been a while since I saw one so bright. consider it a good omen. ❞
@starszakrew liked for a starter ☀
does he like açai?
he’s an absolute fiend who’ll probably kick his feet up && unironically eat a whole bowl of açai , which if you ask me is absolutely outrageous bc i cannot stand the taste of it.
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❝ 𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐄 get out of this without dani chastising us about making a mess ? our fearless leader is too picky . . [ it’d be easier to take them down in one fell swoop ] . . but that’s just me ! ❞ impatient , & yet it was well known to the entirety of their team that illyana rasputin believed in dani , supporting all of her decisions . soul sword taps lightly against earthen soil beneath their feet . inner chaos calmed by the necessity to work as a cohesive team .
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❝ well – i’ve been practicing a face , ❞ speaking into a nave of sincerity superficial as burrowed heavens of teetering ribvaults , coronets rising from the obfuscation of his shoulders plucking dimples tenebrous && satanophanous in which lay trapped modules of light && ultimate counterpoise . he pushes his bottom lip out enough for a subtle frown && a sorry bevel at the crease of his eyes , all delicate && vainglorious detail sweltered in jest . ❝ she’ll go a bit easier if we’re sorry about it . or at least , if we look it . ❞
& he’s right !
there’s an aspect of Roberto’s charm / charisma & outgoingness that is uniquely his , but he uncanningly takes after his father , a detail that left him in an internal struggle as he entered adulthood & for a short while after. it’s down to appearance , mannerisms , wit , cunningness , & ruthlessness. the difference when it comes to the latter two is that they’re not traits he usually displays forefront , but as he furthers into the mantel of a ‘businessman’ inevitably becomes more & more apparent , as do the comparisons between him & his father. on one hand , his father had been genuinely admired & respected by the public & those around him ; on the other , roberto’s too aware of what wasn’t known by the public & even by many who worked with him & for that reason he can’t escape the reminder of it , either.
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