𝐓/𝐄*

ʸᵒᵘ  ⁿᵉᵉᵈ  ⁿᵒ  ᵍᵒᵈ  … 𝔣𝔬𝔯  𝔦  𝔞𝔪  𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢  .

[p0pestarsss]

hi , i have moved terzo to my MULTI MUSE HERE for the time being .

[orphicrites]

Do I even need to say anything

[p0pestarsss]

well maybe because HE SAID IT HIMSELF ?

[p0pestarsss]

I  HAVE  COME  UP  WITH  A  BIT  MORE  INFO  ABOUT  TERZO  &  HIS  BACKSTORY  .  SIT  BACK  AND  ENJOY  .

⸸  he  was  born  on  the  6th  June  1966  ,  son  of  sister  mariella  &  papa  emeritus  the  first  (  nihil  ,  later  papa  emeritus  zero  .  after  primo  takes  over  )  sister  mariella  had  worked  at  the  clergy  for  a  while  &  found  herself  (  tragically  )  in  love  with  the  flirty  head  of  the  clergy  .  without  knowing  that  it  will  eventually  be  the  death  of  her  ,  to  love  a  man  who  just  loves  himself  .

⸸  his  birthname  (  given  to  him  by  his  mother  )  is  emilio  .  terzo  ,  however  ,  does  NOT  remember  it  .  because  nihil  has  never  called  him  by  that  name  ,  and  it  is  to  be  assumed  that  she  never  TOLD  HIM  the  name  she  gave  her  son  .  nihil  called  him  terzo  from  day  one  &  has  never  called  differently  .  mariella  ,  however  ,  has  told  her  choice  to  terzos  older  brother  (  @prim0star  )  since  she  found  herself  trusting  the  young  man  more  than  her  former  lover  .

⸸  mariella  was  a  gifted  woman  ,  she  had  vampire  blood  in  her  veins  &  has  given  some  of  those  traits  to  her  son  .  causing  her  to  feel  the  need  to  LEAVE  THE  CLERGY  .  after  nihil  broke  up  with  her  ,  she  wanted  to  get  away  ,  but  not  without  her  dear  son  .  with  worry  in  her  heart  she  packed  her  bags  ready  to  leave  ...  the  next  day  ,  she  was  found  dead  .

⸸  rumour  has  it  that  it  was  an  accident  ,  but  behind  closed  doors  the  word  is  that  she  was  killed  by  a  ghoul  per  nihils  request  ,  since  he  did  not  mind  losing  HER  ,  but  did  not  want  her  to  take  his  son  with  her  .

[dreamy-yyy]

Memento Mori

[p0pestarsss]

Everyone please manifest with me : 🕯️ cas will get baekhyun tickets tomorrow 🕯️

[p0pestarsss]

well , i got a ticket ... but not VIP like i wanted , that was sold out in 10 seconds :)))

[p0pestarsss]

A FRIWND OF MINE GOT VIP AND THOUGHT OF ME

[zechlinarchive]

" Was that a dig? " a rush of heat & black alice scoffs at the affront, already jumping to dismissal " Whatever. Big talk coming from someone who got their outfit inspiration from Spirit Halloween. " arms crossed, aggression is used to mask embarrassment " I mean like come on! Your look is so 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 ago ... I'm gonna gag. "

[p0pestarsss]

❛  SPIRIT  HALLOWEEN  ?  ...  incredibile  .  ❜  mutters  the  last  word  under  his  breath  &  hes  almost  half  tempted  to  press  a  hand  against  his  chest  ,  offended  TO  THE  CORE  .  ❛  three  centuries  ago  my  ancestors  too  wore  this  attire  .  what  did  yours  do  ?  hmmm  ...  i  wonder  .  ❜  hand  raises  ,  gloved  fingers  hug  his  own  chin  ,  golden  nails  tap  'gainst  features  .  ❛  did  they  try  and  figure  out  what  relative  they  want  to  marry  to  keep  it  in  the  family  ?  ❜  eyebrow  raises  .  ❛  maybe  so  ,  at  least  ...  mine  did  something  meaningful  .  ❜

[avemaria-archive]

she is could've help but smile with that . just how just much like his father is laughable . he says he's taking this serious when that couldn't have be the farther truth . she cannot sit [ *& ] fight with insanity , so instead , she would rather play into this delusion .

she  nods  ━━  since  she  has  such  a  stick  up  her  ass ,  apparently [ . . . ]   ❝ did  you  really  ? ❞   she  could  count  the  unanswered  questions  that  she’s  asked ,   but  now  she  needs  wine .   thoughtful  of  papa ,   isn’t  it ?    ❝ i  apologize  then ,  papa .  i  didn’t  realize  that  you’ve  been  having  such  a  hard  day . ❞  she  says ,   sarcastically .   sister  imperator  isn't  going  to  keep  fighting  with  him ,  here .  she’s  too  old  for  that  ━━  but  wise  enough  to  know  how  to  make  these  men  do  what  she  wants .

[p0pestarsss]

❛  ugh  ...  ❜  behind  glasses  ,  he  rolls  his  eyes  &  he  really  ,  truly  ,  DEEPLY  DOESNT  UNDERSTAND  ...  why  his  father  is  all  up  sisters  ass  (  at  all  times  )  she  has  always  been  mean  to  him  ,  at  least  :  thats  what  terzo  feels  .  he  knows  that  hes  not  her  SON  ,  hes  not  her  BLOOD  ,  but  he  works  for  the  clergy  ,  he  works  his  fucking  ass  off  &  thats  the  thanks  he  gets  ?  a  deep  inhale  ,  he  shifts  in  his  seat  and  then  raises  his  chin  a  little  to  look  at  her  again  .  this  time  ,  he  doesnt  bother  pushing  down  the  glasses  .

❛  oh  yeah  ,  its  been  a  day  .  i  cant  believe  i  am  still  able  to  sit  here  !  so  tiring  ,  you  wouldnt  understand  .  ❜  now  hes  just  saying  things  to  PISS  HER  OFF  ,  a  subtle  grin  begins  to  tug  on  his  lips  and  terzo  once  again  leans  back  .  all  comfortable  .  then  ,  he  sighs  ...  he  cannot  stand  the  LOOK  IN  HER  EYES  &  slowly  ,  he  pushes  himself  to  his  feet  .  ❛  is  there  ...  anything  else  you  need  me  to  do  right  now  ?  ❜  and  in  more  way  than  one  ...  HE  REALLY  IS  LIKE  HIS  FATHER  .

[kindkill-a]

❝ oh, please. spare me the holier than thou attitude. ❞ hand waved such an idea off. perhaps going to a confessional would ease some of their own personal burden. stop! guilt only festers && grows. that's something they can't risk. ❝ you're far from the only person here with a bad habit, @p0pestar. ❞

[p0pestarsss]

an  eyebrow  is  raised  ,  while  his  hand  lowers  to  fold  in  front  of  his  stomach  .  terzos  head  tilts  &  he  listens  .  he  does  listen  (  every  now  and  then  )  and  hes  more  than  confused  .  perhaps  quite  evident  in  his  expression  ,  before  he  decides  to  LAUGH  IT  OFF  .  ❛  do  YOU  think  yourself  holier  than  anyone  ?  ❜  question  asked  with  chin  raising  ,  making  himself  appear  taller  than  he  really  is  .  ❛  do  you  ?  ❜

[mardyart]

(commission, please don’t repost or use)

In the shadows, pale and cold

[perpetval]

@p0pestar

[p0pestarsss]

My munday contribution

[gutterbrat]

          "Oh,  shit.  You're lost?   That fuckin' sucks,  man."   If it weren't for her unmistakably east-London dialect,  one might've mistaken her for one of the salt-and-sand-encrusted beach bums that frequented the ocean at Venice Beach and called waves "the surf."  Near impossible,  though.  She just poses American,  shrooming-out on her happy little knoll,  looking toward the stranger with a sudden surge of empathy.  Her brows knit,  wide mouth draws into an unhappy frown as she glances this way and that,  as if The Hilton might reveal itself as being just next door.  No,  though.  They're still at Cherry Park in south Long Beach.  She thinks all the hotels are downtown.      "You're a ways off,  aren't you?  The Hilton is right by that Outback Steakhouse on the water.  Downtown."   She should know.  She was kicked out of there once.  Clumsily,  Cee's rising to her feet.  She may be trying to be helpful,  for once. 

          "I could show you,  y'know.  m'quite savvy with the area."   Boasting!  And lying! But she knows enough, certainly! And no one wants to be lost in LA on a Friday night! "Doubt you wanna be lost around here."

[p0pestarsss]

❛  that  really  fucking  sucks  ,  sí  .  ❜  terzo  confirms  with  a  nod  &  he  thinks  that  he  should  have  taken  omega  with  him  .  omega  would  know  the  way  back  .  but  terzo  wanted  to  be  free  ,  and  he  wanted  to  go  out  there  without  a  guard  dog  by  his  side  .  now  he  regrets  it  .  ❛  oh  ?  now  thats  unfortunate  .  i  didnt  realise  that  i  wandered  that  far  off  ...  it  didnt  feel  like  it  ,  at  least  .  ❜  hands  now  come  to  rest  'pon  his  hips  &  he  dares  to  let  out  an  over  dramatic  SIGH  .  terzo  shouldnt  have  left  the  hotel  to  begin  with  ,  but  it  gets  boring  ...  when  the  ritual  is  done  &  they  wait  and  wait  for  the  next  day  to  come  to  travel  to  another  city  .  why  not  indulge  in  what  the  current  one  has  to  offer  !

of  course  ,  his  ghouls  dont  agree  .  they  want  to  spend  their  time  away  from  people  who  dont  know  about  ghouls  &  demons  and  -  terzo  understands  that  ,  of  course  .  ❛  you  are  ?  i  would  appreciate  any  kind  of  help  ,  really  .  ❜  a  gesture  around  ,  its  dark  and  terzo  doesnt  even  know  where  he  really  is  .  ❛  how  long  you  think  the  way  back  is  ?  ❜

[conjuring-ghouls]

I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart. I can see through the scars inside you. (x)

[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

the most Child Emperor urge i have is to shout "BOOORRIINGGG!!!" when i have to witness something i dont like for too long

[p0pestarsss]

yeah , terzo is a man in his early / late fifties ( verse dependent ) , yeah ... terzo fucks . what about it .

[invocari]

@p0pestar mused: ❛  for once, i'm trying to do the right thing.  ❜

🐝  *  ―  𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮/𝑩𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. (accepting)

Cowbell appeared unbothered to the untrained eye, passive and expressionless as the mask he wore. Beneath, and if you knew him very well, there was a maelstrom of emotions in response to that declaration. The slight tremor in his tail, the tightness of his shoulders, and the way his eyes glowed just a touch brighter.

It was a purposeful movement into Terzo's bubble, and if he could speak, he'd be pressed up alongside his Papa entirely.

The right thing for who? Certainly not for you, or your Ghouls. You only have to ask and I will remove the offending party. He signed, claws clicking together slightly from the force of his movements.

None of this sounded like a decision Terzo would make on his own.

[p0pestarsss]

ALL  HIS  GHOULS  ,  terzo  knows  ,  ARE  LOYAL  ,  because  he  too  is  loyal  to  them  .  would  he  not  do  anything  for  them  ?  ALL  OF  THEM  .  he  would  go  to  hell  and  back  ,  would  pick  fights  with  gods  &  deities  if  asked  .  terzo  taps  fingers  'gainst  his  own  arm  ,  stands  there  crossed  limbs  over  chest  .  watches  as  cowbell  signs  and  terzo  shakes  his  head  with  a  sigh  .  THE  NIGHTS  SEEM  DARKER  SUDDENLY  ,  more  like  a  heavy  blanket  that  dares  to  suffocate  than  a  comforting  one  .

❝  there  is  nothing  to  worry  about  ,  my  dear  .  this  is  something  that  I  HAVE  to  do  .  not  anyone  else  .  ❞  he  reaches  out  with  his  hand  ,  a  gentle  comforting  gesture  as  he  lets  fingers  brush  'gainst  ghouls  arm  .  ❝  and  dont  worry  ,  i  ALWAYS  think  about  you  and  the  others  ...  more  than  i  think  about  myself  .  ❞

[divinehr]

MOTHER OF ROME, WHO WEPT FOR HIM. [ ... ] a heart that longed for his love, arms that ached to hold him. great mother of civilisations, doomed to mourn him for eternity. his death had rung like a cataclysm through ministry halls, echoing across the space as all life stilled. the world had mourned the loss of the brothers, paid their respects at the funeral. dressed in black, even she. [ only a few times had your shade been abandoned. ] clad in midnight shades, veiled attire hid the tear - stain face of the immortal. doomed to love over &&. over but never like this. nothing like what they had. all that was left were memories, along with the whispers of murder through the lifeless halls.

there is no life here — only bitter reminders. softly did her head shake, dark locks swishing with the motion. no elabrote hairstyle, not during this period of mourning. all that was was the here &&. now. the scent of blood, the unnerving dull stare he gave, &&. the pain in her heart &&. hand. o' her heart was heavy with sorrow.

❝ i ... understand. ❞ it is a strange request, one unheard of from his lips before his ... since that day. a sharp inhale, shoulders that tremble so slightly straighten. painting convincing herself composed, even with tear - stained cheeks. blood slowly dripped from torn flesh, dripped from his lips. if instinct allowed, she would have cleaned it from him. with such tender &&. care but now [ ... ] it was not needed. not wanted. that hurt too. ❝ you are not here. you lie, you know nothing. you are only an empty shell of someone so great. it is pitiful, you are pitiful. ❞ try as she might, there is no way to remove the rage. the pained anger that had bubbled over the days &&. weeks, coming forth as a low, venomous hiss. before going quiet, eyes staring at him before falling.

❝ your stitching will come undone if not tended to. ❞

[p0pestarsss]

he  cares  so  little  for  the  sitches  that  adorn  his  neck  .  he  cares  little  if  they  come  undone  .  all  he  cares  for  is  that  he  DOES  NOT  WANT  ANYONE  TO  TOUCH  THEM  .  perhaps  afraid  that  they  would  come  undone  by  the  hand  of  another  ,  a  fruitless  attempt  at  his  life  !  -  but  ...  he  turns  his  back  towards  her  .  no  longer  does  terzo  fear  that  anyone  could  push  a  knife  between  ribs  and  spine  ,  he  cares  little  for  anything  that  ALIVE  terzo  would  have  thought  about  .  for  he  is  no  terzo  ,  he  is  simply  a  shell  of  who  he  used  to  be  .

there  is  nothing  beautiful  left  about  him  ,  nothing  that  could  make  anyone  remember  how  he  used  to  be  .  PAPA  EMERITUS  THE  THIRD  IS  DEAD  ,  and  there  is  nothing  that  could  bring  him  back  .  that  could  safe  his  wretched  soul  .

her  words  do  reach  his  ears  ,  but  they  make  him  feel  nothing  .  for  whatever  is  this  life  ?  it  is  not  his  fault  he  stands  here  .  he  did  not  ask  to  be  pulled  back  from  the  depths  of  hell  to  live  on  this  earth  again  .  HE  DID  NOT  ASK  FOR  ANY  OF  THIS  .  ❝  dont  worry  .  ❞  hand  raises  ,  his  movements  are  slow  ,  stiff  &  rigid  (  is  this  not  similar  to  what  his  brother  sang  in  one  of  his  songs  ...  )

and  gloved  fingers  brush  against  the  stitches  .  they  do  not  hurt  anymore  .  they  itch  every  now  and  then  ,  and  he  feels  the  warmth  of  black  blood  drip  down  the  cut  that  severed  head  from  neck  .  ❝  it  will  all  be  okay  ...  it  will  all  be  allright  .  ❞