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Sakuraspoke - God Bless Catastrophe - Tumblr Blog
secondo has a habit of leaning in a little too close when he's talking to you, quietly making sure you're hanging on his every word. all you can focus on is the faint smell of incense and his breath on your skin. he'll brush a wayward strand of hair from your face as he speaks and relish the way it leaves you stumbling over your words. he'll draw out his sentences just to watch you squirm while his lips graze your ear and he murmurs something wicked. you lose yourself for a moment every time he's close, and when he finally pulls away, it's like the air is colder without him.
endless ghifs 17/? ⛧ source — Absolution at Carolina Rebellion 07/05/2016
I hope we meet again in another life…
i miss every girl in my life who was nice to me
Detail — Portrait of Philippe de Croy (1460) by Rogier van der Weyden † Savonarola by Michael Hussar
a fun moment of pet grief.
so i've experienced auditory hallucinations on and off since i was a teenager, and in a particularly bad period some years ago where i would regularly be convinced i could hear strangers in my house, i developed a coping strategy of saying "no one here, ralf" out loud to my dog. i don't know where it came from, and it didn't stop them, but it gave me a way to redirect my thinking in the moment.
anyway. long story short, i just involuntarily said it for the first time in years in a moment of anxiety and was immediately hit by a new crushing reminder. guess i was right. there really is no one here.
in other words: grief is dumb and i miss my dog.
new pic of Tobias few days ago in an antique store in Stockholm
In high school I was voted most likely to be tormented by spirits
they're the same picture
a burden shared // papa emeritus iii x reader
“I cannot imagine the pain you’re in,” he says, his hushed voice shaking with emotion.
You're not sure of the last time you spoke, and it's reflected in the brittle croak that comes from you.
"A lot."
Terzo's hand slips from your cheek to your chest, resting over your heart, feeling the erratic beat beneath his fingers. “Let me carry it for you,” he whispers. A gentle request, but a firm one. “Just for a little while.”
1.3k words, sfw, tw grief // read on ao3
hi, friends. checking in. personal post.
full transparency, i haven't been doing great. my beloved dog was put to sleep after a short, sudden illness and i haven't been coping well. he had been my best friend and sidekick for almost half my life. (i still remember the day i came home to meet him when i was 16. i'd been to a gig the night before, and my best friend and i rushed back the next morning to see him. he was so tiny and so fluffy and kept biting the velcro on my friend's shoes.) he turned 15 last month. i feel so lucky i got to spend all of those years with him.
for the last 4 years particularly he has quite literally been by my side almost all of the time, and i'm struggling to come to terms with losing him. i was already having a hard time in the weeks beforehand, and losing him has left me completely heartbroken to the point that it's made me physically sick. i had been staying with my grandma since it happened so i didn't have to be in my house on my own, but now i'm back home and trying to settle in to being without him, and it fucking sucks. i'm taking care of myself, and i am ultimately ok, but long story short, my dog died and i'm miserable.
navigating that, on top of other Stuff happening irl that has been taking up most of my time and energy, means tumblr has fallen by the wayside a bit. i've dropped in a couple of times but haven't stayed for long because i just don't have much enthusiasm for anything rn. i promise i haven't forgotten everyone and i'm sorry to those i haven't got back to. it's not you, it's me, etc.
i'll be back, i'm sure. the external chaos at least should settle a bit soon and i'll have some more time for myself again. i miss everyone. i miss regular ghost shenanigans. i just need a minute.
i hope you're all okay and i'm sending all of you so much love. please give your pets, whatever sweet creature they may be, an extra cuddle for me <3
(truly the sleepiest boy in the world. 90% of my photos are him snoozing. in his various collars. my boy. ralf forever 💕)
Oh well @sakuraspoke if you insist on me rambling about Terzo who am I to refuse? ☺️
We know from some interview snippets about him that by the time he becomes papa he is bitter and he hates himself and he is somewhat of a recluse which is clearly a massive contradiction to the caring, entertaining, silly, sexy charmer we see on stage. That man seems a lot more in keeping with the description we see from Bishop Necropolitus Cracoviensis who describes Terzo during his time as a Cardinal. As being a visionary who cares for his flock and revels in sin.
So how did he get here and how does that relate to this song?
I think we can all agree that his hopes for what he would achieve during his reign as Papa were squashed very quickly. He clearly put up a fight and was starting to gain momentum by the end where perhaps he thought it might be possible (hence why he was dragged off stage, humiliated and murdered) but we can see that nothing really went to plan and this is what probably sent him down the spiral of depression and self hatred.
But to bring it all back to 'We'll never have sex'. He created a very specific persona that was very likable and charming and I have no doubt that those are aspects of his personality and he had no lack of partners within the Ministry and without. But they ONLY wanted the Charming Papa™ and when his darker side would reveal itself, his self loathing and dissatisfaction they would run for the hills, if they even stayed long enough to see it. Because he is Papa right? Sex god leader of the Satanic Church, champion of the female orgasm, he is above wanting to be loved or cared for.
He is lonely, depressed, hopeless and desperate for some connection. So he keeps up the facade, keeps accepting the one night stands and casual propositions just to stave off the loneliness for a night or two until he just can't anymore. He closes himself off and comes to terms with the fact that no one will ever want just him.
This is all my standard headcanon for him in general and most of my fics unless otherwise stated but this also leads specifically into banchetto so I will put that under a read more in case anyone doesn't care about that bit 😁
This is basically where he is emotionally at the beginning of Banchetto underneath the hurt about his removal from his position and his brothers interference etc.
So why does he do what he does to poor reader? Well I think personally he has forgotten how to relate to people romantically other than sex. He hasn't had a traditional 'relationship' for many many years probably since he was a very young man and first learned about falling in love and heartbreak.
When he realises that reader is attracted to him he also finds her a distraction from wallowing in his depression and even though he had grown to hate no strings sex he falls back on that easy seduction to give him that taste of connection he craves. That is until he realises how much he hurt her by playing with her and that's when he realises
1. He may have found someone who really does care for HIM not what they can get from Papa. She has seen him at his worst. Complete rock bottom and still she cares?
2. He is beginning to care for her too. He looks forward to seeing her everyday and the light she brings into his life. He wakes up earlier so he can be up as soon as she arrives and he wracks his brains for question after question so he can justify following her around as she works. It's only when she disappears for that week after he cornered her that he realises this though.
And this is why they are taking it so slowly (aside from the fact she really does have a job to do which he tends to forget and at this point has completely forgotten). She has picked up on the fact that this is unfamiliar territory for him and really there is no need to rush right? What could possibly bring their happy little domestic bubble to be popped??? 😈
On that note I will leave it there. If you have got this far I love you 😚😚
"We need more complex female characters" you guys can't even handle Chappell Roan, Real Life Woman with Boundaries
buffy and spike. she is asleep in his arms. he is awake, watching her. he strokes her hair, infinitely gentle. and then leans down and presses his lips against her forehead.
buffy the vampire slayer | 7.02 beneath you, 7.10 bring on the night, 7.20 touched
Alice Sweet Alice (Alfred Sole, 1976)
“are u ok” i crave the touch of a fictional character whose hand I’ll never hold
honestly every time i log on to this hellsite i see the coolest, most creative, skillful, amazing art and all i want to say is uh, carry on. do it again. continue, even.
god has left the building
I relied on romantic maladaptive daydreaming for survival as a child, and have been love sick ever since