I am no longer a Viscount...

...Who's there? What do you want with me? Have you come to mock me for how far I have fallen? Do you wish to scream at me, this hideous monster that I have become? Or... Perhaps you want to try and help me? To try and free me from this curse that imprisoned me in this form? Fine. Tell me what you want. I will hear you out... But do promise me this; Never let anyone else know what has become of me. ((RP/Ask blog for a beastly Viscount of Druitt. On Semi-Hiatus))

[stannisbaratheon]

Yes, I too can love.

Count Dracula, Dracula by Bram Stoker (via stannisbaratheon)

[beastofdruitt]

If I dont reply or I take ages to

It’s drafted

My mood doesn’t fit

I’m trying to equal your perfection

I’m braindead

I lost the reply

I’m easily distracted by something else

All/some of the above

[beastofdruitt]

((Heard tumblr was deleting blogs. Not sure if I believe this rumor or not, but I'm playing it safe.))

[startravelling]

This is not just an rp blog.

This is an ask blog, as well. As in, come into my askbox, anon or not, and talk to my character. I am always open for conversation.

[mirthfulmortician]

Aliester's eyes widened as he saw the child. No, It couldn't be... "...Where did you find that...?"

Your muse just walked in on mine holding a newborn baby. How does yours react?

"Doorstep." he shrugged, cradling the infant. "They’ve got bad taste in caretakers…but then, it was brisk last night. Perhaps they thought the little thing wouldn’t make it."

[beastofdruitt]

"Ah…"

His ear flicked, absentmindedly and nervously all at once.

"… I take it you didn’t see the mother?"

[mirthfulmortician]

"No…should I have?"

[beastofdruitt]

"... No. Simply curious."

Ahem.

"So... What do you plan to do with it? Raise it as your own?"

[mirthfulmortician]

Aliester's eyes widened as he saw the child. No, It couldn't be... "...Where did you find that...?"

Your muse just walked in on mine holding a newborn baby. How does yours react?

"Doorstep." he shrugged, cradling the infant. "They’ve got bad taste in caretakers…but then, it was brisk last night. Perhaps they thought the little thing wouldn’t make it."

[beastofdruitt]

"Ah..."

His ear flicked, absentmindedly and nervously all at once.

"... I take it you didn't see the mother?"

[piso-13-blog]

I fall in love with everything. I also hate everything. It’s very hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic.

Marilyn Manson (via nujanes)

[beastofdruitt]

Skinny love~

"You have the most beautiful eyes, dear…."

He couldn’t say the last word for some reason. He just couldn’t.

[aprimreaper]

Skinny Love

"I think that you have a really nice laugh…it’s so rare, though. I hope to make you smile."

[beastofdruitt]

...You truly think so?

He gave her a weak smile...

[snipingshepherdarchive-blog]

Send me 'Skinny Love' For my character to reveal something about yours they've been too shy to say.

[namasteh]

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The Bird Song - Florence + The Machine

[procurare-deactivated20140530]

Well I didn’t tell anyone, but a bird flew by. Saw what I’d done. He set up a nest outside, and he sang about what I’d become. He sang so loud, sang so clear. I was afraid all the neighbours would hear, So I invited him in, just to reason with him. I promised I wouldn’t do it again. But he sang louder and louder inside the house, And no I couldn’t get him out. So I trapped him under a cardboard box. stood on it to make him stop. I picked up the bird and above the din I said “That’s the last song you’ll ever sing”. Held him down, broke his neck, Taught him a lesson he wouldn’t forget. But in my dreams began to creep that old familiar tweet tweet tweet I opened my mouth to scream and shout, I waved my arms and flapped about. But I couldn’t scream and I couldn’t shout, couldn’t scream and I couldn’t shout. I opened my mouth to scream and shout waved my arms and flapped about But I couldn’t scream I couldn’t shout, The song was coming from my mouth. From my mouth, From my mouth, From my mouth.

[beastofdruitt]

The madame looked through the long unkempt house of Aleister Chamber. She came upon a room where she heard crying. "H-Hello?"

The sobbing was silenced as he overheard a voice. Madame Red's voice. The last time he heard her voice, she was joyful. Cheerful. Almost oblivious to her dissapearance. Why would she return after the Viscount had vanished?

Another voice mumbled from the other side of the door, "Please... Don't come in here..."

It was Aliester's voice.

[beastofdruitt]

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"Oh!"

"I… Well…"

"You are too kind, dear Robin. You truly are."

[mirthfulmortician]

Aliester nearly jumped in panic, overhearing Undertaker's comments from the dark alley he was hiding in. He wasn't too much at risk in his hooded cloak and scarf, but the anxiety remained. "H-How...?" But he daren't come into plain sight. His eternal curse had made him painfully self conscious.

"Like I’d forget such penmanship…" he muttered, glancing about the corners. "No need t’ be shy while flirtin’…"

[beastofdruitt]

mirthfulmortician:

He tilted his head, snickering. “You make me laugh…and that’s something I find precious.”

Silence momentarily filled the room.

"...Is that the only reason?"

[mirthfulmortician]

Aliester nearly jumped in panic, overhearing Undertaker's comments from the dark alley he was hiding in. He wasn't too much at risk in his hooded cloak and scarf, but the anxiety remained. "H-How...?" But he daren't come into plain sight. His eternal curse had made him painfully self conscious.

"Like I’d forget such penmanship…" he muttered, glancing about the corners. "No need t’ be shy while flirtin’…"

[mirthfulmortician]

"Then what is?" he smiled, all jocularity. "I’m no psychic."

[beastofdruitt]

"I figured as such." The beast agreed, "Anyways, the last thing I remember in that room was a red figure, coming at me with an odd, mechanized blade... Then I passed out. Forgive me if I seemed weak, but I have a tendency to faint after large amounts of stress... Or panic. But then I woke up on a raft that probably belonged to a traveling priest..."v

"You must have saved me that night. Why did you rescue a man you hardly know outside of the Aroura Society?"

[mirthfulmortician]

Aliester nearly jumped in panic, overhearing Undertaker's comments from the dark alley he was hiding in. He wasn't too much at risk in his hooded cloak and scarf, but the anxiety remained. "H-How...?" But he daren't come into plain sight. His eternal curse had made him painfully self conscious.

"Like I’d forget such penmanship…" he muttered, glancing about the corners. "No need t’ be shy while flirtin’…"

[mirthfulmortician]

"Mmm?" he grunted, shifting his weight to his other foot, tilting his head. "Had someone in mind?"

[beastofdruitt]

"No, not that." He replied, shaking his head dismissively. He hadn’t known of anyone’s passing that ought to have been reversed. And how could the Undertaker retain that ability? Did he still have the machine and know how to use it, or…

"No, it’s about the incident aboard the Champiana. Do you recall when the room was filling up with those ravenous carcasses, and I stood proudly alongside Stoker’s machine, balancing a glass of wine over the mechanics?"

[mirthfulmortician]

"Of course. Funniest farce I’d ever seen in my life, how it played out…a regular comedy of errors in real life." he sighed happily, swallowing a guffaw at the memory.

[beastofdruitt]

Aliester gave a low, irritated growl at the comment, like some sort of displeased wolf. "It wasn't so humerous for me..." He paused, giving the idea some thought. "Actually, it did seem enjoyable at the time- to be like Emporor Nero watching the Roman gladiators fight to the death- but now that I look back on it, it feels more like an embarrassment. Still, that's not the point I'm trying to get across."

[mirthfulmortician]

Aliester nearly jumped in panic, overhearing Undertaker's comments from the dark alley he was hiding in. He wasn't too much at risk in his hooded cloak and scarf, but the anxiety remained. "H-How...?" But he daren't come into plain sight. His eternal curse had made him painfully self conscious.

"Like I’d forget such penmanship…" he muttered, glancing about the corners. "No need t’ be shy while flirtin’…"

[mirthfulmortician]

"Mmm?" he grunted, shifting his weight to his other foot, tilting his head. "Had someone in mind?"

[beastofdruitt]

"No, not that." He replied, shaking his head dismissively. He hadn't known of anyone's passing that ought to have been reversed. And how could the Undertaker retain that ability? Did he still have the machine and know how to use it, or...

"No, it's about the incident aboard the Champiana. Do you recall when the room was filling up with those ravenous carcasses, and I stood proudly alongside Stoker's machine, balancing a glass of wine over the mechanics?"