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Makenzie Campbell, from a poem featured in "2 a.m. Thoughts," originally published in 2017
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[[ She would absolutely wear the first one. ]]
those two idiots don't care who's top and who's bottom, they're just trying to arrange their atoms into the right configuration so they can fuse together permanently
[[ Every so often I see a post that so accurately describes Strega and Copia I have to reblog it here, for all their storyline is moribund. ]]
having ocs is so fucked .... i miss them so bad but im the guy who has to create new content. but im sleepy
[[ Guilty as charged. Also, I'm better at responding to someone else's content; @quod-quartus has gone off to writing for other fandoms and the less said about what happened between Matiiya's writer and me the better. And it would feel weird to start writing with a different Copia and saying "so this is my OC's established canon, can you write him like this?" so poor Strega is rudderless. ]]
I’m collecting silly Ghost OCs to draw GIVE THEM TO ME!!! Also, I’d be happy to hear about any headcanons or lore you have for them! Tell me about your sillies and I’ll tell you about mine 🤭
[[ Hello! None of the folks I was writing with regularly are still active, but I miss this character desperately. Feel free to have a look around. ]]
Egregio Frater: After some time away from the Ministry (or more specifically this hellsite), I wish to rededicate myself. How may I best be of service to you? In His Unholy Name, I remain: @stregasbookofshadows
Strega onorata, there is no need for you to serve me. I have everything I need and more. If anyone, you should be serving your fellow members of the Ministry. The Siblings, the Initiates. Help works best from the bottom up. It would be wasted on me, compared to someone else who actually needs it.
But serve yourself first, and take some time to treat yourself well. Rest, relax, think about what you would like to do. Then we can talk about your ideas. I’m sure you have plenty of good ones that would help the Ministry very much.
Thank you, Frater. My time away has served me very well, and I am eager to help the Ministry achieve its goals. I shall reach out to my fellow Siblings and see if I can provide assistance to them. Ave Satanas, Strega
Old sketch. I was only intending on doing gestures but I liked the pose, so…
[[ Yes, I'm necroblogging - seems appropriate for this fandom, no? Besides, it's remarkably similar to how I see Strega in my mind's eye, having "broken up" with my long-term faceclaim for Reasons. ]]
“Adoration” by Stephan Sinding (1903)
Scrolling through statutes (cause statutes are wonderful works of art) and thought this would be a good prompt for a Papa commission
[[ I'm reminded of a thread @quod-quartus and I never finished, of their last night together before Imperator forced him to get back to initiating new Siblings of Sin... ]]
Every beginning has an ending.
Strega was curled up in the Rose Suite with the rats when the keening began.
She had wanted to be with Copia for the Forum rituals, as important as she knew they were to him personally and to the Church as a whole. They had even figured out a way to work her into the ritual, finally adding a female soloist to the set list, but ultimately decided the risk was too high that the Elders would spot her, even as heavily veiled as the costume was, and so she stayed behind. They had regular Doom calls during the tour, mostly on travel days between shows, as well as the occasional night when he came offstage and forgot that time zones were a thing. She never minded being awoken by his ringtone, though he kept those calls shorter as a courtesy - typically just long enough to share whatever ridiculous thing had happened that night to make him want to call in the first place.
The sound that woke her on this particular evening was something that made her blood run cold. The cloister bell when Archbishop Samuels died was eerie, but this was inhuman. With an apology to the rats that she dislodged in the process, Strega flung back the covers and staggered out of bed, crawling back into the clothes she had removed earlier. She reached to pick up the warding stone Matiiya had given her a timeless time before...and dropped it again almost immediately. The stone was ice cold.
Cautiously, the feeling of dread inspired by the sound in the halls beginning to grow, Strega picked it up again. Braced for it this time, the cold was not quite as shocking, and beneath it she could feel the vibrations that she had come to associate with the link she and Copia shared with the half-ghoul, but they were much fainter than they had ever been before.
The Elders are dead. Matiiya's voice was sepulchral in the back of Strega's mind. My ties to this world are severed at last. Remember me...
And with that, she was gone.
Strega was hard pressed to determine which of the two was the greater shock. Sister Imperator had seemed as strong as any other woman of her years when she left on tour with the Project. But while Matiiya had been used by the Elders to prolong their lives, that of Papa Nihil in particular, Strega never would have thought they were keeping her here, in return.
Then she stopped to consider how cold and unfeeling the world had been to Tiiy. She loved her dearly, of course, as did Alessandro, and that love was reciprocated. But they were only two bright lights in a sea of darkness. With her tail returned to her, and the Elders no longer in a position to threaten those she loved, perhaps it was no surprise, after all, that she would want to leave.
Strega hoped she would be with her Maman again.
Scrubbing her face, she took the warding stone and placed it on her devotional altar, lighting a single black candle. "I will remember you," she promised, looking at the quintessence rune carved on the face of it. "Always."
[[ I miss writing here. I miss @quod-quartus and matiiya and all the folks I wrote with, even if we only had one thread.
Is anyone still around who might want to hang out with a poorly-concealed self-insert OC? ]]
A message from the Clergy...
[[ It's been a million years since I posted any actual RP content here; one of my writing partners deleted almost all of her socials and the other has been writing in other universes instead.
I found an Etsy shop quite some time ago that was offering custom FO letters; I took the plunge and bought one earlier this year, and it was everything I could have asked for and then some. ]]
A polyamorous thruple are taking a hike through the forest when they find a weird rock and lift it. From under the rock a pixie comes out.
"Thank you for freeing me. I am a pixie of love, and as thanks I'll give a gift of gold to each of you. But the gift will only go to the one you love most."
The first member of the thruple says "but I love both my partners equally."
"Then I cannot give you the gift." the pixie replies.
"I'm okay with that. My love is more important."
The second member also says "I also love both my partners equally"
"Then I cannot give you the gift either."
"I'm okay with that. My love is more important."
Finally the third member says "I love this one the most." much to shock of both partners.
"Then they shall receive my gift." the pixie says, grants the gift of gold and then vanishes.
After the pixie left, the first member says "I can't believe you don't love us equally!" and the second member concurs.
Then the third member sighs and then says "I love you both equally and very much so, but fucking hell are you stupid."
[[ Matiiya is absolutely the one rolling her eyes and taking the gold in this scenario. ]]
[[ I've always said that Strega's relationship with Copia was half Gomez and Morticia, half Georg and Maria. For fairly obvious reasons, the latter couple don't get as much airtime here, and while it's been ages since this blog was active regularly, I saw this video tonight and had to share it.
I never knew that Christopher Plummer's singing vocals had been dubbed for both the film and the original soundtrack. I can't put into words how happy it makes me to have them restored. ]]
[[ @quod-quartus is getting his Valentine’s shopping done a little late, I see. ]]
[[She deleted all of her blogs so I can’t tag her in this, but this somehow gives me such strong Matiiya vibes I can’t handle it. (The rodent peeking out of the skull only enhances this.)]]
you are not nearly funny or attractive enough for this
are we about to kiss?
A moment of meta...
[[ I got a little cutesy during OC Week back in April, and retconned Strega’s birthday to be July 13, 1985 - the same day as the original Live Aid concerts in London and Philadelphia. I think I know what I’ll be listening to today. ]]