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▓ INDEPENDENT & HIGHLY SELECTIVE original character known as FATHER KASTNER Exploring themes such as :: SPIRITUAL CRISIS , LOSS , GRIEF , ISOLATION , LONELINESS , TEMPTATION , SIN & ADDICTION ▓ Possessed by LOCUST , est. XX19, they/them, 21+. affilated with :: @sinfulbargain

▓ ⛧ THERE IS NO JUSTICE , there is just rage & greed [. . .] TO LIVE WITH C O N S C I E N C E , is to live on your KNEES. they say that SALVATION'S the PRICE you PAY, the BLACKNESS is spreading in the LIGHT of the DAY ! We're heading to HELL IN A BLAZE ! (is there no hope ? )

▓ I. CARRD . ▓ II. SIDE BLOG . ▓ III . PINTREST ▓ IV . SPOTIFY ▓ ▓ V. PROMO. ▓ VI. INTEREST CHECKER . ▓

▓ ⛧ FATHER KASTNER ▓ ✧ In the hallowed halls where candles flicker, a priest once stood. His faith unyielding, thicker with a heart of goodness, devolution, and purity, his soul ablaze, an eternal allure. Yet shadows crept upon his soul's threshold, whispers in the dark, temptations untold. A seductive serpent, a beguiling voice, Satan's allure, Kastners sinister choice [. . .]

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Where have I been? Well. . .I have been working on a forum for RP for Ghost! More dark fantasy-oriented but if anyone is curious about it IM me here or discord and I'll invite you to check it out.

[winchvster]

Austin Butler as Elvis Presley in Elvis (2022) dir. Baz Luhrmann

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Activity is going to be heavily slowing down due to my starting cosmetology school full-time this upcoming Tuesday, on top of that I will also be working on the weekends. I have many things to get situated before then but I hope to be here a few times before everything gets hectic next week. Once school starts, I'll work on drafts either 1hr a day or 1 day a week depending on my mood. I can't stress enough how little time I will have to be here due to my schedule but I'll do my best :) !

[danowh0re]

MILITARY OUTFIT - AUSTIN BUTLER as ELVIS PRESLEY

-> favourite outfits [9/?]

[tomakeitbeautifultolive]

When I’m pushed to a certain point, I have a very bad temper.

[sinfulbargain]

As Father Kastner begins, Prissy squishes her toes in the fine dirt of the back roads path. Not out of insolence to ignore him, but just something that has come to sooth her. He was one of the few exceptions of the town. He always seemed to be genuine, even if her father didn't approve of the "new age" pastors. As he has always put it. Regardless of her feelings now, she is willing to hear him out, hear out his kindness. If only to ease the toll it took on him. ❝Its alrigh', of course. Why, I'd invite ya inside, but ..❞ her head turns to look over her shoulder. Not at the ashes and charred remains of her home, but to the barn. ❝I really don't think it's the kind of thing you would find too comfortable. I've had a lot of complaints, y'see.❞ of course, she ignores and never comments on how she must be feeling.

There's a small smile at his retort, though she meant no harm. Truly believing all pastors wrote out what they planned to say the night before. ❝Here I thought you lot always wrote in a tizzy the prior to it,❞ with her hands behind her back she rocks back and forth for a moment. ❝you're tellin' me nothin' I already know..oh, it just feels right silly to let folks feel sorry for me. S'not gunna bring my family or house back.❞ lips flicker into a frown, if only for a moment. Dark eyes cast back to him. ❝-could I get you some peach tea? I haven' got any ice. But I swear it's still just as sweet. ❞

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Subtle grey hues cast to the barn just beyond Priscilla as she stands near the structure, his eyebrow raises before his eyes drift back down to her. ❝ I admit I've seen far worse, believe it or not. I'm just glad you have a roof over your head. As for complaints, well. . .some folks just don't know how lucky they are. ❞ he remarks, shifting his weight from one foot to the other while fishing a pack of 'cowboy killers' from his mint button-up shirt's chest pocket. He lights a cigarette and lets it linger in his mouth as he takes the lead towards the barn, only removing it to chuckle lightly at the mention of last-minute sermons⸻he's seen it before, and his father was often guilty of such.

❝ Now, don't get me wrong⸻I get inspired often, but I lay the groundwork first, flesh it out with current events, ya know ? Makes my sermons hold a bit more value in a small place like this. I admit many people don't seem to be too fond of it, but ahh... lots of folks are stuck in their ways. I guess. I just have a big heart and want the best for all of us.❞ he says with a weak smile, gesturing vaguely towards the barn, allowing Priscilla to take the lead. He hums contemplatively and nods as she talks about her family; he understands the sentiment well. ❝ You're right about that. Nothing can bring them back, and all we can do is keep one foot in front of the other and do our best to live up to God's expectations... The fact that you're even trying to keep on says enough about you, Miss Barrowe. To become strong, you first gotta be weak. As for the tea⸻it sounds lovely.❞

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Locust, you already know how I feel about you. We have been writing forever. Like different fandoms, multiple muses between us, and I will always love them all.

I MEAN I CREATED A MUSE FOR YOU. You have always been so kind to me, and I won't ever forget it. You mean so much to me. And I'll always be here for you and all your muses.

You are a wickedly talented writer and I just fall in love with how you bring every single muse to life.

jEEEESSSS please!!! I'm not worthy of such kindness aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!

I hope you know that them feels is mutual too tho !!!

[urmacht-deactivated20240719]

@xorcistae: ❛ They die for love, you kill for it. ❜

Those words reach his hearing, his gaze but sweeps across all faces of the people occupying the pews. Some hang their heads low in humility, others' mouths barely move while mumbling quiet prayers; Michael nods subtly. It's meant exclusively for the priest beside him. " I don't really see the point of dying for it ", barely exceeds his belated response a whisper's volume. And finally, he turns his head to look at Kristopher— " I mean, can it be avoided. "

An idle shrug rolling his shoulders, he simpers. " If, for example, you die for the ones you love, all you do is hurt them. " Lucky is everyone counting among Michael's inner circle, because even if he died protecting them [however unlikely that is], he'd come back. " It's best to grab the problem by its root. " And get rid of whoever or whatever gets in the way.

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Steel eyes cascaded to glance at the strawberry-blonde, one eyebrow raised in thought as a hum of interest stirred in the Priest's throat, accompanied by a subtle nod. Motions ceased as Michael glanced at him, though Kristopher couldn't help but furrow his brow, a faint and coy smile pulling at his lips. ❝ Ya ain't wrong, but sometimes... death is a call to ACTION, ain't it ? ❞ he mused. Giving Michael a gentle pat on the back, the priest made slow steps down the aisle, his gaze drifting from side to side, observing those resting idly in the pews. Once he reached the mouth of the aisle, he turned back to glance at Michael.

❝ There is only one thing we can rely on... and it's GOD.❞ Kastner proclaimed, lips pulling even further into a smile as he observes Michael. These days, such faith was frayed like a decaying rope, but still, the weathered priest holds out hope. ❝ He's got his plans, and all of us are just along for the ride. The future in his hands—what is meant to be, will be, and what ain't, shan't. ❞ With a brisk inhale, his eyes finally broke away to glance at a large ornate stained glass window set in the wall of the old rustic church as he prepares a minuit lecture. ❝ Now. . .The Lord punishes those who stray, and they WILL face judgment, but that ain't the way it's gotta be—All who draw the sword will die by the sword... but if your askin' me, I think that sword is necessary if it's used to protect those who need it. ❞ As he gazes into the distance, his eyes drift with a contemplative glint, accompanied by a faint smile. There's a touch of irony in that smile, hinting at the acknowledged hypocrisy⸻He accepts his humanity and the journey of growth, finding a delicate balance between leading by example and grappling with his own shortcomings. Ultimately, he's just a man, bound by his beliefs, dedicated to spreading love & understanding. ❝⸻How 'bout ya. . .whaddaya believe in ? ❞ Once more his eyes drift back to Michael as hands move to rest against his hips, his weight shifting to his other foot.

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Eyes squint in the sun, watching the horizon of the arrival of yet another person. By now, she has received dozens of visits. Gifts of clothes, food && the like. She had many offers to stay with someone when each discovered she had been staying in the loft of the family barn. Had she not been an adult, she was sure someone would have had that decision made for her. Luckily, that was not the case.

She preferred it this way. It felt amazing. At any moment, if she wanted, she could just LEAVE && never look back. With nothing but a barn full of hay, feed, seed && tools to leave behind. For now, she would stay. There was something serene about sleeping upon the hay, listening to the farms animals, cicadas && owls in the distance. To see the stars in the inky black sky whenever she opened the loft door.

What she didn't like was the intruding.

With her hand acting as a shield from the sun, the figure became more clear. Father Kastner. Prissy would then jump down from the pine fencing she had been perched on. Leaning on her toes, arms stretched in the air to stretch out her back. Giving a content yawn, she would meet him the last two yards of his walk.

❝'mornin', Father,❞ brown hues stare at him, skeptically. Almost sure she would get a lecture about 'the lors plan' or 'mysterious ways.' ❝ Shouldn' you be workn' on tomorrows sermon, or somethin' ?❞

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House visits had become a regular part of Father Kastner's routine, fulfilling all sorts of "needs" for various individuals. Some sought his guidance as a natural extension of his clerical duties, while others approached him for more. . .personal reasons. When it concerned Priscilla, it was purely because she 'was' a sensitive soul he believed to be burdened with grief and such a sensitivity resonated deeply in the priest after his father's own passing. The visit would be austere while he also extended a hand of kindness to someone who no doubt was in need of such. Thoughts of offering her a warm meal and a shoulder to lean on rested on his mind, though he figured he'd test the waters first⸻after all everyone grieved differently. If he had lived in a city, he might have been too occupied to make such visits. However, residing in the small town of Smyrna granted him abundant free time, leaving him uncertain about how to fill his hours beyond his humanitarian responsibilities as the head of St. Mary's.

❝ Miss Barrowe,❞ he said with a twang in his tone, offering a weak smile. ❝ Now… I do apologize for interruptin' ya, but, ah… Ya see, I've failed to provide ya with the kindness ya deserve in such a troublin' time… I don't doubt that you might be sick of seeing folk like me, but I wanted to be sure to extend some kindness your way… Of course, if you don't want me here, I can take my leave, won't hurt me none.❞ The priest let out a gentle sigh, his gaze drifting to the remnants of the family house that once stood proud and tall. He sucked in a breath between his teeth before looking back to the brunette. ❝ Been dealin' with a whole lot lately, huh ? ❞ The kindness in his face settled into one of uncertainty, his brows knitted in concern. ❝ I'm sorry for your father… after everything… I can only imagine how much y'all might be sufferin'.❞ It had only been a few months since his father's passing, and he figured that might be reason enough that he felt indebted to be there with her.

❝. . .ah well. . .❞ A pause for him to think of a jest in return but he settles with a gentle chuckle, his head shaking lightly, ❝ I'll have ya know that I do that kinda stuff in advance but it'd sure be nice ta see ya there. Lot'sa folks been worryin' 'bout ya. . .but I get it. Ya need time. I wished for it at my worst but bein' a man of God. . .It doesn't afford me much time alone. Church is more important⸻y'all are more important and some sacrifices have to be made.❞ A curt nod, his hands finally moving to rest at his hips, his torso turning slightly away from her, his tired gaze falling back to the ruins of the Barrowe family home. ❝⸻Now I ain't a charity but I do believe in taking care of people so if you really need somethin' ya can ask me and I'll do my best to help ya.❞ Slowly his gaze cascades to her, his eyes resting at half-mast as a gentle smile pulls, ❝ And I promise my offer it isn't relyin' on ya being at Church. . .I'm just tryin' ta be kind, is all. ❞

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-- Carrd up & running, verse's will probably be added tomorrow along with a promo. After that I'll begin sharing some meme's. :)