WHERE IS THE FOOL WHO SPITS UPON GOD? @corvus--coraxx - Tumblr Blog

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting ㅤㅤㅤOn the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, ㅤㅤㅤAnd the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤShall be lifted—nevermore!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ˢᵉᵐⁱ⁻ˢᵉˡᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵇᵃˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᴹⁱᶜʰᵃᵉˡⁱˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴷᵘʳᵒˢʰⁱᵗˢᵘʲⁱ/ᴮˡᵃᶜᵏ ᴮᵘᵗˡᵉʳ || ᴾᵉⁿⁿᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ˢᵘⁿˢʰⁱⁿᵉ

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ceruleanheaven

why does everybody hate me [remembers my behaviour and personality] why dont they hate me more

#that butler ;; text

greenlabcoat

im not a "good boy" im nuanced. also i hurt strangers for no reason sometimes

#that butler ;; text

orchidvioletindigo

A black cat crossing your path is actually good luck on account of you get to see a cat

deadwings

and so what if I get incredibly horny when people are covered in blood? as if it's my fault

#that butler ;; text

sheikahfication

There’s only a small window of time I think about actual intercourse and every other day after that I think about blood and more blood and maybe a little bit of tears. Just saying

#that butler ;; text

arylleth

a coffin is too ordinary for your body, I'd bury you in my own arms

#that butler ;; chained

ancientsstudies

We promise according to our hopes and perform according to our fears.

- François de La Rochefoucauld

#that butler ;; aesthetic

"Did you miss me?

ㅤㅤㅤ❛❛ Miss you ? ❞

ㅤㅤㅤIt was rather bold for a butler to touch their master without permission, yet this one trailed the pad of a gloved thumb along the lower lash line of a violet stained eye.

ㅤㅤㅤ❛❛ You never truly leave me, young master. You are not allowed to. Your business trips may run longer than expected, or you may shut yourself away in your rooms in some semblance of privacy, but this binds you to me. It is difficult to miss something that never fully escapes. ❞

ㅤㅤㅤHumans were fragile — in both body and mind — and he knew this answer would not suffice. It would likely lead to the boy sulking or throwing some sort of tantrum. Best to do a bit of damage control now, hm ?

ㅤㅤㅤ❛❛ But, ❞ his touch softened where the knuckle of his first brushed along the high arch of a cheek, pink and softened with baby fat, ❛❛ if we are talking missing the physicality of you... then yes, I admit that I quite missed your presence. I always do. ❞

#that butler ;; inquiries #forlornprodigy

sniper-maid

Mey-Rin studied what she could see of the wood paneling that made up the confessional booth's walls as she mulled over what other sins she had committed. "Hm, I have stolen many times... And killed many more than that. It was always out of necessity, though I reckon that's no excuse." Hanging her head down, she groaned. "I did do those things and I need to take responsibility for them. I could have refused and maintained some principles, even if it meant the worst happening to me."

There was a heavy sigh as she kept her head down. That essentially covered wrath, greed, envy, gluttony, and pride. What about the others? Nothing related to sloth entered her mind; she might not have been very skilled at being a maid, yet she was incredibly diligent about it. The final sin was lust. How could she confess to that? To Sebastian, of all people? Her ears burned at the thought. It would take some careful wording not to scandalise him.

"And also... I have read some books and observed some pictures... of impure things... And..." A knot of nervous tension had built up in her throat and she gulped hard to try to relive it. Squeezing her eyes shut, she continued, "And I have had impure thoughts about... someone... I've not acted on these thoughts, but I do have them quite often." When the words were finally out, she felt lightheaded. The muscles in her jaw and temples were seized up. Her breathing had grown short and ragged.

corvus--coraxx

ㅤㅤㅤ❛❛ Self-preservation is a noble thing, ❞ the priest's tone was impartial, though the smile twitching at the corners of his mouth and the glimmer in his gaze was not, ❛❛ one must do whatever they can to survive — and to live is to continue to worship. Is that not the greatest joy of all ? ❞

ㅤㅤㅤThe confession of lust did not come as a complete shock to him. Most humans were terribly easy to read. If the woman's bumbling steps in his proximity were not a dead giveaway then it was the flush of her cheeks and the stuttering idiocy that spilled from her lips whenever she attempted to hold a conversation with him. Sebastian did not need a demon's senses to tell that she — like most other mortals ( and *immortals*, the thought of a certain red haired reaper made him shudder ) he had come across in this very short moment of existence — fancied him, or, rather, this facade of his. What was rather unexpected was the extent of it. The butler had assumed her crush was some sort of puppy love. To hear her touch on impure thoughts and vulgar literature was...

ㅤㅤㅤHow interesting. And delightful.

ㅤㅤㅤ❛❛ Breathe, my child ; these sins, as all others, can be forgiven. The truth shall set you free. Tell me more of these thoughts you are having, so that I may gauge the severity of your sin. ❞