#courteous corvus

[gcdlsskxng-a-blog]

He doesn't know what's worse.

(1) Sebastian or (3) Sebastians.

BOTH. Because all three will bring cats into the manor!

[fleurreel-blog]

@courteous-corvus hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “ People think i know what I’m doing, but they don’t know I don’t even...”

"Unless, of course, one is me. I have little to no idea what the fuck anyone, nor myself, is doing."

“ That explains so much. ”

[ominasapphirus]

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑

ℜestless slumber, uneasiness, discomfort, nightmares and so on were all factors of a normal child of a young age. There was not a mind that was exempt of these. Fears such as beasts and darkness were all minor compared to the trauma the young Earl Phantomhive was faced with every now and again. The fear that coursed through him was one no being should ever be forced to endure. The phantoms of memories past sought to wear him til he was naught but a soulless doll.

ℌowever, this evening was different. Abnormal. It had been quite the few years since this one nightmare had last terrorized him. The diminutive figure tossed nearly furiously beneath the duvet. Dark hair had become matted to the boy’s porcelain face, soaked in sweat. It was much for him to be unable to wake. Slender digits clawed into the mattress as choked sobs reverberated across his bed chamber. His tangled legs struggled to free themselves as if he was attempting to run after someone.

“𝔑o!” Tears had graced his heated cheeks. Inside his mind, he was trapped. Unable to move forward and being forced to watch those close to him be taken after he had lost so much already. His parents, his brother, everything he knew had been destroyed. To relive those unsightly scenes again was agony. It was an endless cycle he could not break on his own, and the thought of calling for his unholy saviour was far from any coherent thinking.

@courteous-corvus

[artibcs-blog]

“You won’t be the same when you come home, Joker.”

Fighting sentences || accepting!

“Black? Wot n’ the world are ye goin’ on about?” The ringmaster questions, feigning ignorance as he turned to face the taller man. The smile on his lips is strained, as if worried that somehow the circus’s dark secret had finally been caught. “This here is me home, ’m not actin’ any differently than I ‘ave before.” He was still the same Joker, in his mind.

Sure, he might be more closed off than he had been. But that was only to protect his family from the pain of his death if — and when they were finally caught.

@courteous-corvus​

[hurtbywhisperedmuses]

Chris pulled the coat tighter around herself as she stepped out of the police station. It had gotten rather chilly since she’d been inside, but she hadn’t expected much else. Days like this are ones she could do without, filling out meaningless paperwork, talking to people who would never understand what she did just drained her.

She pulled a cigarette out of her pocket and leaned against the building as she lit up, noticing a few people milling about. There was only one who stood like she did, not talking to another and looking inside the doors.

“You know, a police station isn’t exactly the place to be picking up chicks,” she said to the man, a small smile on her face to let him know she was joking.

@courteous-corvus

[deviousprevaricator-blog]

20. My muse is temporarily blind.

Send ‘a moment of weakness’and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter.

“My, my look at you, Shitsuji-san!” She leers down at him an amused grin on her features. “Did you get in a fight with someone? Seems like your pretty red eyes are all messed up!”She taps her gloved finger in thought before snapping her fingers.“Tell you what! I’ll help you just this once but you’ll have to owe me a favor! Sound good to you?”