#prim0star

[martyrkill]

continued with @prim0star from : this ask - for vita.

a tale as old as time, one that vita had seen played out through the centuries. the trials and tribulations of family matters, old family rituals and traditions that were passed through the ages and played out amongst generation after generation. it was where she had found herself again. smitten for the eldest of the family. of a family almost as complicated as the one that she had been born into. a father ripe with expectations and she knew just how much her beloved giovanni had tried to meet them.

vita's head rose and fell ever so slightly with each breath that he took, her head nestled in it's usual place - on his chest and below his chin. she listened to the familiar sound of unsteady beat, a rhythm that always kept her guessing. she could hear stress in each beat. hear the stress and confliction that came with the very words that he spoke to her. not yet. i fear. things she knew well enough about him. his fingers continued to twirl locks of her hair, her breathing remained steady - allowing her body to be the sanctuary that he so badly needed from the instability of his family.

" and when i cannot give you what you need? what they want to keep the family name? i fear that you may find me unfit to take me as your wife despite the love you have for me. " she said, voicing the fear that sat in her mind. she, ancient being, what could she provide him that were normal? " and yet i remain too selfish in my love for you to care, what does that say of me? "

[anticristvs]

@prim0star said : "Go ahead and laugh. Laugh at me."

｢ COPIA. ｣ —   the cardinal is almost offended . of everything he could ever think to do to the first , laughing at him would never be on the list . he's watched from the ministry , enthralled by the way he moved , the way he spoke , the way he commanded a crowd , the way their eyes matched . it's an anomaly he's yet to find the answer for . but laughing ? that had never crossed his mind .

not even when he seemed to stand stoic , out of place in papal robes when the rest of the ministry had opted for something less formal . had he stared too long ? admired the way they seemed to create their own movement , wind meets water in the way the fabric seems to create waves . he's always been in awe of the robes and the mind of their own they seemed to have .

even his cardinal attire is gym wear compared to them .

but more than that , he finds his gaze going towards the eye . he's never seen it on anyone except the man in the mirror . he's been told it's a rare mutation , but there's never been an explanation . and maybe there never would be . but he can't shake the feeling that there's a reason . something almost familiar . and it's at the tip of his brain until the first speaks .

the cardinal practically jumps out of his skin , hands quickly moving behind his back , nails pinching at cuticles to hide the shaking . he ducks his head in reverence , eyes staring at a spot of dirt on the floor , willing himself to say more than two words . " eh ... my apologies , papa . there is nothing to laugh at . i do not see anything amusing . i was admiring . it ... is not often we are graced with a visit . "

[bl1ghtda]

@prim0star | 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 ! ( perpetua )

ㅤㅤㅤin  his  short  time  within  the  clergy  there  hadn't  been  many  encounters  with  the  phantoms  that  perpetua  heard  lurked  the  premises  ,  though  that  had  been  majority  thanks  to  his  routine  when  he'd  come  across  them .  most  he'd  seen  were  unfamiliar  faces  ,  some  were  those  he'd  seen  incased  in  glass  ━  hidden  away  until  it  was  time  to  parade  them  in  front  of  the  audiences  they  performed  to .  it  was  best  to  avoid  them  if  he  could  catch  onto  their  presence  before  they'd  noticed  him  or  to  ignore  them  to  make  it  seem  as  if  he  was  oblivious  ,  unable  to  see  them .  that  had  been  his  strategy  when  the  barely  familiar  face  of  who  he  was  told  had  been  one  of  his  many  half  -  brothers  had  come  into  view  ,  trying  to  act  as  if  he'd  seen  nothing  ,  yet  he  found  the  other  still  lingered .  ❝  if  my  presence  here  bothers  you  ,  i  can  find  somewhere  else  to  sit .  ❞  he kept his tone  quiet  ,  as  to  not  startle the phantom  as he  finally  found his voice .

[alootus]

the surrounding beauty had suddenly robbed a half of her soul and ever gently secured it in the nurturing hands of both fate and dreams; nothing in these realms of gothic victorian romance so far had 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 her for the kind of grace the gardens he'd escorted her to had been holding within. the cool pavements and the flowerless, murky green shrubs she'd readied her whole being to encounter had turned out to be everything but a graveyard of sweetly distant summer memories. the lush beds of floras and the pleasantly homely scents filling her senses were the sort of surprise that made her entire body to pause, doe eyes taking in the comforting sight opening before her. could it be that he'd seen through her layers of masks and somehow sensed that she'd deeply appreciate any piece of greenery ? whatever the truth, her heart did almost burst into full bloom here, gaze shifting to him before her feet took control and guided her further into the garden. ❝ did you know ? ❞ she inquired, ❝ that i would be more alive among nature's wonders ? ❞

a little starter : @prim0star

[iomadachd]

@prim0star asked: ❛ This isn't just adolescent, it's insubordination. ❜ / secundo

MOCKINGJAY - PART TWO (2015) SENTENCE STARTERS (accepting)

Orsino takes a breath, holding it as he fights to keep his temper. He can't be expected to be perfect all the time. They're expected to sin, for God's sake.

He supposes it's Lucifer's sake, but childhood habits die hard.

Holding his breath isn't working and blunt nails dig into his palms as he counts backward from 20 in his head in Italian.

"Dovrei avere il permesso di adorare come mi pare! Fuck you!" he spits, temper finally getting the best of him.

Wrath has always been his worst sin, and it's so hard to blend God and the Devil and find a happy medium.

[mtngh0ul]

@prim0star : 📏 for mama, papa AND moss fuck u. (5'7 primo, 5'2 mama, 7'1 moss) send me a ruler + your muse's height / accepting .

priscilla is so fucking tiny compared to the others. goddamn.

[tooxldtorememxer]

@prim0star liked this for a starter

Unlike the common belief that all Earth ghouls enjoyed plants and growth only it had turned out that Pebble much more preferred buggs and butterflies. He liked watching them, he liked studying them and he liked collecting them. If he was not at practice or annoying a friend or two with a corny joke, it wasn’t uncommon to find him outside in the garden. Especially when the weather was perfect for insects. He could be seen stalking, hiding, or leaping around on the grass or around the bushes, chasing after the little devils like a cat chasing a mouse.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like plants, he was rather good with them if he tried but they were just not as interesting as his buggy little friends. He actually owned a total of one cactus and one succulent that he kept in his room so let it never be said that Pebble didn’t care.

It was another perfect day to be outside looking for bugs and he had spotted a butterfly in the outside flower bed. Slowly he moved towards it with his hands held out, ready to catch the colourful little thing. He wouldn’t keep this one, he already had one pinned on his wall, he just wanted to look at it. 

“Got ya,” he said triumphantly as he closed his hands around the butterfly that now fluttered in its cage of flesh. He grinned widely as he raised his hands closer to his face to have a peek inside when he heard someone clear their throat. When he looked up he spotted Primo standing there, looking at him and his eyes widened before he stumbled backwards, out of the flowerbed where he’d stood. In doing so he accidentally released the butterfly that darted for his face first before it flew off. Pebble spit and blinked before he caught sight of it flying up and away. “My butterfly,” he pouted softly and looked back to Primo. “Uhm.. I didn’t..” he glanced at the footprints he’d left in the otherwise perfectly kept soil. “Sorry. I didn’t step on anything though,” he said and scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll.. I’ll fix it,” had Primo not been there, he might not have.

[iomadachd]

@prim0star asked for a starter with Phantom

</code> - Motionless in White

After their meeting with other ghosts of the Abbey, Phantom had gotten a sort of fascination for death that seemed to be soaked into every stone of the Ministry. Long nights reading historical texts about murders and mischief that led to ancient and modern deaths including those of the Papas who came before their Papa.

Sitting in an alcove with a single lit candle, they were attempting summoning magic that might or might not be forbidden to Ghouls, it was hard to tell.

"Between the gray, we medicate. In hypnotic unity and between the notes. We surrender the host and become the energy," they chant softly, scattering the salt and beef blood mixture around the candle.