Undying.

[mayahawkins]

[moan-s]

[amaranaes]

My mood has been shot.

I’ll be on tomorrow, maybe.

[horrorgorewhore]

Lick the blood from my hands and tell me you still love me.

(via horrorgorewhore)

[theladiescapulet]

I like you begging. Do it again.

Maleficent (via lord-capulet)

[85-70]

[toxicrants]

Being 21 in the Kuroshitsuji fandom is fucking impossible because you’re standing in the back trying to enjoy this intricate piece about corrupt Victorian society, demons and fucked up morals whilst simultaneously wading in a sea of 13-15 year olds screaming about how they love yaoi and how Alois is a ‘slut’ and how shota is so ‘kawaii’, and you’re just standing there like ‘What am I doing here, how has life led me here? Am I in hell?’

[twenyonepilots]

[amaranaes]

loud screaming in the distance

[arimiechi]

Alois Trancy // 540x960 Wallpapers

[elriccs]

[amaranaes]

Alois Trancy | requested by ✽ “The butterfly trapped in the spiderweb has no wings. That butterfly… is me”   

[amaranaes]

me: *likes you*

me: *accidentally gives you the impression that I hate you*

[arfie]

can someone please love me and not be a liar

[amaranaes]

| mirthfulmortician |

Ah, yes.

The prodigal, long-lost lord Trancy, finally found and returned to his home after over a decade, now a nobleman not even out of short pants. Such an interesting trend, reasoned the funeral director, and one somewhat troubling toward the prospects of London’s future. Not because the lads were incompetent: rather, the shadows that tended to trail after them.

“Which one, precisely? Women bein’ murdered in London’s about as common as dirt, at least in this end of town, milord.”

          So, he didn’t know why he was here? Ugh. Alois was obviously irritated.

“A woman by the name of Margaret.”

          He stated it so bluntly, as if he weren’t talking about a murdered woman. As if none of this really affected London in anyway. But of course it did. And of course he had to pretend to care.

“Does that ring a bell?”

[elysiixn-blog]

[amaranaes]

elysiixn:

                    “ Only two kinds of people exist in this world,                       those who steal and those who are stolen from. “

                                     Indie Ciel Phantomhive

[the-enoize-deactivated20160921]

[amaranaes]

| kaitaheteraa |

Hannah had heard Alois in the garden. She had heard the song he had hummed. It was something that she was most familiar with. Her sapphire gaze lingered on the blonde boy for a moment. However when he spoke she carefully averted her eye. She bowed her head in respect and subservience to the blonde. She didn’t want to displease him. “I’m not to reach your gaze young highness.” She said. her voice was serene and soft as always. Luka’s sprit seemed quite jovial to be near his brother. Hannah didn’t let it show on her face however. She didn’t mind the abuse. It appeared it was the only way to get the young boys attention. She swallowed slightly not averting her eyes from the softly ruffling grass. She couldn’t anger him now.

She had done what she could to get this position she wasn’t about to lose it now. She needed it for Luka’s state. The child effected her more than she would care to admit. “Is there anything you needed?” She asked him. She would have to ted to the flower beds soon enough. She was the one who made the garden as pretty as it was. She of course had some help with it from the triplets. “Perhaps some tea?” She asked. She enjoyed the soft scent of the garden. She was very fond of the lavender scent and the more pungent smell of the roses.

          Alois controlled a demon. She was soft and quiet around him. He could beat her when needed and she would constantly stay by his side. Honestly, he didn’t care what her motives were, just as long as she served him. Just as long as she was by his side. She was a puppet, a pawn, that he could simply move around. And this was how he wanted it.

“Hm. Tea sounds lovely. I want biscuits with it too though.”

          The blonde suddenly smiled, turning towards her after grabbing a blue rose. He leaned up, placing it in her lavender hair. How could she stay by his side?

“It’s blue, like Ciel’s soul. Do you want his soul too? Would you rather consume him?”

          He now growled his words, pushing away from the maid. Stupid. Everyone was so stupid! Stupid and gullible.

          Alois felt like crying, yet he held it back.