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umbralrosa​:

Seated upon the tall wardrobe was the despot, with a slender leg folded over the other, as the bare sole kept the doors shut. Her arms were what propped her up from behind, and snowy locks trailed around her person to slightly spill over the top.

     “The real question here, is why there is a plethora of cats in it.”

Curious,  is  she  not?  Seated,  neatly  too,  proper  like  a  flower  gracing  the  room’s  bone  chilling  quiet.  Our  devil  could  keep  no  secret,  he  wanted  to,  perhaps  more  than  anything,  but  this  flower’s  curious  vines  had  reached  further  than  anticipated.  

❝  Now,  my  lady.  ❞  It  came  as  no  intrinsic  danger,  on  the  contrary;  fixing  difficult  problems  was  possibly  his  best  forte.  Step  by  step,  inch  by  inch,  the  demon  clad  in  charm  stood  merely  a  breath  away  from  her  hovering  legs.   ❝  We  shall  keep  this  a  secret,  between  you  and  I.  ❞ And  up  both  gloved  hands  went,  open  with  a  conniving  benevolence of  wishing  to  ‘aid’  her  down  from  such  high  place.

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s-talking​:

⇛罪┇         “ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡ …~ ? ” ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ, ʀᴇʟᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ʙᴏʏɪsʜ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀɪᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇᴅ. “ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ —— well, anyone —— sʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ sᴜᴄʜ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ….. ” ɴᴏᴡ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴀᴍᴜsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ sʜɪᴍᴍᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ʜɪs ᴘᴀʟᴇ ғᴀᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏʟᴅ & ᴍᴏʀʙɪᴅ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs sᴏғᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ, ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ sᴛᴜɴɴɪɴɢʟʏ ᴍɪsᴄʜɪᴇᴠᴏᴜs. ᴡᴀʀᴍ. human. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʟᴇss ᴍᴀsᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ. “ …..ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ…~ ? ” 

sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏғ ɪᴛ’s sɪɴɪsᴛᴇʀ ‘ ᴇssᴇɴᴄᴇ ’, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ‘ᴘᴏɴ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇs, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ.  “..sᴏ ᴛʜᴇɴ…. “ ᴛʜᴜs ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ, ᴇʀᴀsɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ᴛʜɪɴ ʟɪᴘs, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴇʏᴇs sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs & ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴇᴛ sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ, ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴇᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ. “ ——— ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴅᴏ ‘ you ’ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ sᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ… ? “

Tender  as  a  lover,  desperate  as  an  addict;  darkness  coiled  in  a  sinister  manner  around  a  hand  so  frail,  dainty.  No physical  or  spiritual  force  in  this  plane,  his world, this  EXISTENCE,  could  wisp  away  something  so  tantalising.  Our  beast’s  eyes  curved,  shaped  like  upper  moons  whose  rejoice  breached  the  very  fabric  of  existence.  ❝   Ahaha,  of  course!   ❞   A  human  teaching  mannerisms  on  how  to  propose  ‘deals’  by  enquiring,  all  this  euphoria  truly  must’ve  been  clouding  our  monster’s  senses;  much  so  that  various tentacles,  claws  and  other  beastly  limbs  desperately  touched  this  magnificent  jewel’s  body  parts  in  midst  of  their  conversation.

❝   But  first,  allow  me  to  take  a  more  appropriate  apparition  before  you.  ❞   Humans  craved  similarity,  comfort;  earn  his  trust  by  assimilating  to  the  very  ‘same’  human  skin.  Suddenly  without  warning,  darkness  began  to  run  rampant,  the  beast’s  essence  cavorted  in  spirals  ahead  of  Envy  ‘till  that  same  darkness  he  held  onto?  It  became  a  charming  gloved  hand,   belonging  to  a  charming  man.   He  was  perfection,  for  it  would  take  perfection  to  earn  this  ‘magnificent’  possession’s  approval.  

❝   Does  my  appearance  seem  more  suitable?  Or  would  you  prefer  that  I  sport  something  different  for  you?  ❞   Donning  a  suit  made  for  servants,  our  beast  desperately  sought  for  anything  that  somewhat  gave  a  good  response.   Duke  Cain  has  never  been  weaker  for  someone,  much  so  that  he’d  be  willing  to  abandon  power  as  a  trial  JUST  to  ‘sate’  his  hunger:   eat  him,  defile  him,  taste  him.  O’,  our  beast  smiled  with  an  unworldly  happiness,  never  releasing  Envy’s  palm  like  a  star  struck  lover  who  wanted  his  ‘reward’  for  being  patient.

[politekitsune]

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frostweaved​:

A dark shadow crept over her features as her creator was mentioned. What a wretched creature he was and if she could, she would climb Heaven and rip him apart like she had done with his other children in the past. “You are trying to save yourself rather quickly. Since you are so swift with your words you can surely tell me what the difference between your two statements are. Why should I bury myself for the flaws that are not mine…?”

❝   Save  myself?  ❞    O’,  what  selective  words.  To  see  her  so  vulnerable,  lost  beneath  a  mild  banner  of  ire;  worth  every  second.  Crossing  a  leg  ‘pon  the  knee,  our  duke  became  awfully  comfortable  ‘pon  his  frost  kissed  throne.   ❝  An  excellent  attempt  at  humour.  ❞   Resting  an  elbow  ‘pon  the  bone  knitted  arm  rest,  those  predatory  eyes  kept  swimming  amongst  her  own  with  unnatural  glee.    ❝   But  may  I  suggest  you  leave  such  antics  for  jesters?  Your  highness.   Now,  if  you  are  willing  to  listen,  especially  in ‘ my ‘ home ---  then  I’d  be  glad  to  ‘enlighten’  you.  ❞

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✬    彡  @aaetherius​ / sc.

Here,  amid  an  ocean  of  cavorting  lilies  he  laid.  A  warrior, a  king,  a  pariah,  a  mistake;  the  greatest  morning  star  which  had  graced  both  Heaven  and  Hell  alike.  ❝   Dreaming  is  a  luxury.   ❞   In  this  garden,  Lucifer’s  own  Eden,  a  serpent  spoke  of  sweet  words.  His  voice  sang  an  all  too  knowing  tune,  much  so  as  fingers  weaved  amongst  the  King’s  luscious  locks  of  hair.  They  cascaded  between  each  finger,  fell like cobwebs  scattered  beneath  an  endless  pit  of  darkness.   Even  in  Hell’s  most  bleak  solitude,  this  valley  stood  with  lilies  that  no  demon  could  ever  touch  ---  except  the  monarch  and  our  duke.

❝  A  luxury  you  can  afford,  after  such  a  long  journey.  ❞   Weaving,  stitching,  our  serpentine  Father  of  Lies  instilled  a  certain  sense  of  security  ‘pon  the  Lord  of  Hell  who  laid  amongst  countless  petals.  To  sleep  is  to  forget,  to  forget  is  to  abandon;  who  shall  rule  when  Hell’s  monarch  finally  sleeps  forevermore?

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✬    彡  @umbralrosa​​ / sc.

❝  May I ask --- why have you seated yourself on my wardrobe?   ❞

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frostweaved​:

“O’ my dear, is that the voice of envy? I would never leave the throne of my kingdom to one that is even more… what did you call it? flawed? Yes. I would never let one of your kind rule in my stead.“ She had to suppress a laugh. One did not even see the peak of Hell’s and Heaven’s creation alike if it was standing right in front of them.

How  he  L O V E D  it.  Those  words  he’d  spoken  were  spiked  with  an  intricate  poison  after  all;  not  once  had  he  ‘ defamed ‘  her  existence,  only  God’s  decision  when  it  came  to  rules  between  life  and  death.  Our  duke’s  devilish  smile  widened,  a  fitting  home  for  a  conniving  chuckle.   ❝   Now,  now.  Let  us  not  forget  courtesy,  your  Highness.  I  never  spoke  ill  of  your  name,  simply  your  Father’s  and  his  poor  decisions.    ❞    What  a  sweet  and  ‘childish’  fun.

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✬    彡  @frostweaved​ / sc.

❝   Have  you  ever  considered  to  sleep  forevermore,  congealed  in  the  ice’s  eternity?  Released  from  an  existence  so  flawed?  I wonder . . .  ❞

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✬    彡  @s-talking​ / sc.

Tales  are  best  told  beneath  the  warmth  of  a  trusty  bonfire, in  the  company  of  friends,  family;  not  this  one.  Under  a  city  which  never  slept,  a  new  expedition  made  its  way  into  the  devil’s  den:  Catacombs  of  Paris.  No  place  for  the  frail  of  heart,  nor  for  anyone  who  despised  death  fervently.  Amidst  a  group  of  twelve,  perhaps  thirteen,  our  wolf  disguised  in  human  skin  accompanied  them  and  so  attentively  he  listened. Those eyes  fit  for  a  carnivorous  predator  kept  swivelling,  swapping  between  heads  until  one  particular  head  piqued  his. . .  curiosity.

The  guide’s  words  became  submerged  by  lack  of  our  demon’s  interest,  more  so  as  they  sunk  further  and  further  into  the  serpent’s  belly.  Stone  walls  with  indented  sections  housed  hundreds,  no,  thousands  of  skulls  from  generations  which  had  died  pitifully;  now,  a  simple  attraction  zone.  Never  did  the  guide  stop  once  to  consider  or  count  the  amount  of  people  present,  and  frankly,   this  shepherd  too  failed  to  see  how  attentive  this  ‘wolf ’ was.  His  eyes  fixated  on  that  singular  patch  of  white  hair,  sticking  out  like  a  beacon  from  his  ‘favoured’  source  of  amusement.

                        Who  knew  that  the  ‘catacombs’  could  be  so  much  ‘fun’.

[officialphantomhivehousehold]

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// seeing you writing on seb again is pure bliss 💖

You give me way too much credit ! I love you to bits, you and your lovely muse. Envy is like that classical bottle of wine, the more it ages, the better it gets.  I can’t wait for these two to interact again, I’m going to make it happen and. . .

Can’t stop me now !  Having such a good time, out of contr - - -  I’ll stop here lmao.  You made me feel way too happy with this wonderful message.

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*showers the mun in candy coated flower petals* hello you fantastic person! I hope you have a great day!!! 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

You are such an angel ~ ! ! !  Thank you for giving me such a wonderful visit, it makes my day so much more pleasant.  It warms my heart <3

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silvcrreaper​:

“Positively not, but as the saying goes, once bitten – twice shy. Now what can this old mortician do for you, hihi~”

❝   I’m  in  search  of  a  particular  flower;  I’ve  heard  it  blooms  during  the  coldest  night,  more  so  in  the  raining  season.  For  someone  who  flirts  with  death,  perhaps  you  came  across  such  rarity?  I  am  far  too  occupied  by  my  duties  to  visit  local  cemeteries.   ❞   

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✬    彡    ɪ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ    ❘    ᴠ   ;   ᴘʀɪᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ✬    彡    ɪ ᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀɪʀʏ ᴛᴀʟᴇ    ❘    ᴠ   ;   ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ✬    彡    Wʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ   ,   ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟ?    ❘    ᴠɪsᴀɢᴇ ✬    彡    ᴍʏ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ   ,   ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ    ❘    ᴍᴜsɪɴɢ ✬    彡    ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟᴜxᴜʀʏ . . .   ❘    ᴏ̨ᴜᴇᴜᴇᴅ ✬    彡    Rᴏʏᴀʟ ᴍᴀɪʟ   ❘    Asᴋ ✬    彡    Cᴏʀʀᴇsᴘᴏɴᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ   ❘    ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ 

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Now, to beautify those old tags.

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Greetings! Since I’m finally back after a rather long vacation, I’m pleased to announce that I’m once again OPEN for role-plays and interactions! OC’s & Canon characters (even outside of Kuroshitsuji) are MOST welcome.~ So please LIKE / REBLOG this if you would be interested in role-playing with  ‘Sebastian Michaelis’ from ‘Kuroshitsuji’, and I’ll be sure to check your profile out! I really need more active RP blogs to follow. ♥ Thank you!