Papa Emeritus Primo
@papaemeritusprimo.bsky.social
Evoke the king of hell
Strike the death knell
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Strike the death knell
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I jest. We have missed you too, sinceramente! No matter what @papaii.bsky.social says. He is not one with his words, fratello.
December 7, 2025 at 9:22 PM
I jest. We have missed you too, sinceramente! No matter what @papaii.bsky.social says. He is not one with his words, fratello.
That is not a comfort blanket. That was to smother you if you didn't shut up!
December 7, 2025 at 9:09 PM
That is not a comfort blanket. That was to smother you if you didn't shut up!
You did not let us know you'd be visiting, Fratello. @papaii.bsky.social and are ready for your council. Let us talk? Are you just visiting or will you be staying?
November 24, 2025 at 8:20 PM
You did not let us know you'd be visiting, Fratello. @papaii.bsky.social and are ready for your council. Let us talk? Are you just visiting or will you be staying?
You know I have. But that will not help longterm, cara. I am in my apartment if you need me.
November 24, 2025 at 7:51 PM
You know I have. But that will not help longterm, cara. I am in my apartment if you need me.
Breathe deeply, cara.
November 24, 2025 at 7:09 PM
Breathe deeply, cara.
What is he up to? He's not back at the Ministry is he? I have not seen him yet...
November 24, 2025 at 7:09 PM
What is he up to? He's not back at the Ministry is he? I have not seen him yet...
*His gaze settles on theirs.*
Delightful!
Then you’ll have to come with me.
*He gestures toward the door with a flourish.*
We’ll see what takes your fancy, and what you decide to sink your claws into.
*His smile sharpens as he turns toward the hall, without looking back.*
Are you coming?
Delightful!
Then you’ll have to come with me.
*He gestures toward the door with a flourish.*
We’ll see what takes your fancy, and what you decide to sink your claws into.
*His smile sharpens as he turns toward the hall, without looking back.*
Are you coming?
November 14, 2025 at 8:13 PM
*His gaze settles on theirs.*
Delightful!
Then you’ll have to come with me.
*He gestures toward the door with a flourish.*
We’ll see what takes your fancy, and what you decide to sink your claws into.
*His smile sharpens as he turns toward the hall, without looking back.*
Are you coming?
Delightful!
Then you’ll have to come with me.
*He gestures toward the door with a flourish.*
We’ll see what takes your fancy, and what you decide to sink your claws into.
*His smile sharpens as he turns toward the hall, without looking back.*
Are you coming?
*Letting out a soft, incredulous laugh, his eyes skim over them with pleased amusement, drinking in their stance, their certainty.*
All the ingredients, hm?
*Stepping in closer still, until he feels their wagging tail brush against his leg, his eyes glinting.*
Demanding. Insolent.
All the ingredients, hm?
*Stepping in closer still, until he feels their wagging tail brush against his leg, his eyes glinting.*
Demanding. Insolent.
November 14, 2025 at 8:13 PM
*Letting out a soft, incredulous laugh, his eyes skim over them with pleased amusement, drinking in their stance, their certainty.*
All the ingredients, hm?
*Stepping in closer still, until he feels their wagging tail brush against his leg, his eyes glinting.*
Demanding. Insolent.
All the ingredients, hm?
*Stepping in closer still, until he feels their wagging tail brush against his leg, his eyes glinting.*
Demanding. Insolent.
// Sorry this took an age 🌹
*Rising slowly from where he’d been resting against the back of a bench, he brushes a leaf from his sleeve and walks to greet her.*
Ah, Sister March. Che gioia vederti. It is beautiful, sì?
*Rising slowly from where he’d been resting against the back of a bench, he brushes a leaf from his sleeve and walks to greet her.*
Ah, Sister March. Che gioia vederti. It is beautiful, sì?
November 14, 2025 at 7:39 PM
// Sorry this took an age 🌹
*Rising slowly from where he’d been resting against the back of a bench, he brushes a leaf from his sleeve and walks to greet her.*
Ah, Sister March. Che gioia vederti. It is beautiful, sì?
*Rising slowly from where he’d been resting against the back of a bench, he brushes a leaf from his sleeve and walks to greet her.*
Ah, Sister March. Che gioia vederti. It is beautiful, sì?
... A flicker of disappointment lingers in his chest. Soup? After all that!*
Soup it is, then!
Right now, tesoro?
*If that’s what they want, it’s what they’ll get.*
Soup it is, then!
Right now, tesoro?
*If that’s what they want, it’s what they’ll get.*
November 14, 2025 at 6:40 PM
... A flicker of disappointment lingers in his chest. Soup? After all that!*
Soup it is, then!
Right now, tesoro?
*If that’s what they want, it’s what they’ll get.*
Soup it is, then!
Right now, tesoro?
*If that’s what they want, it’s what they’ll get.*
*He swallows as Swamp steps closer, the tension thick enough to cut, his pulse hammering. Then it speak its request and for a moment he just stares at them.*
Soup!?
*A laughter bursts out of him, loud and unrestrained, echoing off the shelves, as he shakes his head in disbelief....
Soup!?
*A laughter bursts out of him, loud and unrestrained, echoing off the shelves, as he shakes his head in disbelief....
November 14, 2025 at 6:40 PM
*He swallows as Swamp steps closer, the tension thick enough to cut, his pulse hammering. Then it speak its request and for a moment he just stares at them.*
Soup!?
*A laughter bursts out of him, loud and unrestrained, echoing off the shelves, as he shakes his head in disbelief....
Soup!?
*A laughter bursts out of him, loud and unrestrained, echoing off the shelves, as he shakes his head in disbelief....
*Looks at watch and drums his fingers on his desk.*
... Did you get lost?
... Did you get lost?
November 14, 2025 at 4:43 PM
*Looks at watch and drums his fingers on his desk.*
... Did you get lost?
... Did you get lost?
My bath tub is just fine as it is, fratello. I provide the jets. Personally.
November 8, 2025 at 7:18 PM
My bath tub is just fine as it is, fratello. I provide the jets. Personally.
There are some. We should pick them. I will wait, cara.
November 8, 2025 at 7:06 PM
There are some. We should pick them. I will wait, cara.
Of course you may! I am near the old orchard, do you know it?
November 8, 2025 at 6:57 PM
Of course you may! I am near the old orchard, do you know it?
*He wants to reach out. He wants to close the space between them, take them by the horns and kiss them...*
Not chicken. Just… recalibrating!
*He straightens, eyes flicking to Swamp’s horns, then back to their unreadable face, meeting their gaze. And repeats...*
Tell me what you want, Swamp!
Not chicken. Just… recalibrating!
*He straightens, eyes flicking to Swamp’s horns, then back to their unreadable face, meeting their gaze. And repeats...*
Tell me what you want, Swamp!
November 8, 2025 at 6:56 PM
*He wants to reach out. He wants to close the space between them, take them by the horns and kiss them...*
Not chicken. Just… recalibrating!
*He straightens, eyes flicking to Swamp’s horns, then back to their unreadable face, meeting their gaze. And repeats...*
Tell me what you want, Swamp!
Not chicken. Just… recalibrating!
*He straightens, eyes flicking to Swamp’s horns, then back to their unreadable face, meeting their gaze. And repeats...*
Tell me what you want, Swamp!
*His breath catches and his heart thuds in his chest, louder than it should, as Swamp steps closer. The shelf behind him suddenly feels too flimsy to lean on. His mouth opens, then closes. He’s not chicken. He’s just...*
November 8, 2025 at 6:56 PM
*His breath catches and his heart thuds in his chest, louder than it should, as Swamp steps closer. The shelf behind him suddenly feels too flimsy to lean on. His mouth opens, then closes. He’s not chicken. He’s just...*
Half of the Ministry, I dare say, fratello.
November 8, 2025 at 6:25 PM
Half of the Ministry, I dare say, fratello.
*With a grin that matches their mischief, he leans in, voice dropping just enough to make it feel like a dare.*
You could keep teasing and see what else I offer when you push me further... Or...
*He lets the silence stretch.*
Just tell me what you want, Swamp!
You could keep teasing and see what else I offer when you push me further... Or...
*He lets the silence stretch.*
Just tell me what you want, Swamp!
November 8, 2025 at 6:16 PM
*With a grin that matches their mischief, he leans in, voice dropping just enough to make it feel like a dare.*
You could keep teasing and see what else I offer when you push me further... Or...
*He lets the silence stretch.*
Just tell me what you want, Swamp!
You could keep teasing and see what else I offer when you push me further... Or...
*He lets the silence stretch.*
Just tell me what you want, Swamp!
Careful now...
*Resting his elbow on the nearest shelf, he watches its mouth dance, the corners of his own lips tugging upward.*
You know, for a secret barely worth a whisper, you are certainly wringing it!
Real and tangible, you say? I'm offering you any favour your heart desires...
*Resting his elbow on the nearest shelf, he watches its mouth dance, the corners of his own lips tugging upward.*
You know, for a secret barely worth a whisper, you are certainly wringing it!
Real and tangible, you say? I'm offering you any favour your heart desires...
November 8, 2025 at 6:16 PM
Careful now...
*Resting his elbow on the nearest shelf, he watches its mouth dance, the corners of his own lips tugging upward.*
You know, for a secret barely worth a whisper, you are certainly wringing it!
Real and tangible, you say? I'm offering you any favour your heart desires...
*Resting his elbow on the nearest shelf, he watches its mouth dance, the corners of his own lips tugging upward.*
You know, for a secret barely worth a whisper, you are certainly wringing it!
Real and tangible, you say? I'm offering you any favour your heart desires...
Maybe we can come up with an, eh, "Yeeting Protocol"....?
November 8, 2025 at 6:02 PM
Maybe we can come up with an, eh, "Yeeting Protocol"....?
Well, maybe piccolo ones...
November 8, 2025 at 5:45 PM
Well, maybe piccolo ones...
Maybe there should be a small trial first, forse? A round of votes? Otherwise the whole Ministry will be trebucheting each other!
Sathanas!
Though.... This has possibilities!
Sathanas!
Though.... This has possibilities!
November 8, 2025 at 5:44 PM
Maybe there should be a small trial first, forse? A round of votes? Otherwise the whole Ministry will be trebucheting each other!
Sathanas!
Though.... This has possibilities!
Sathanas!
Though.... This has possibilities!