#cxrsedstar

[pomfiores]

@cxrsedstar said: I’m so sorry for your loss, I know how hard it is to lose such a beloved part of your family. And thank you for being brave enough to decide to let her go when she was suffering, and to stay with her as she left, I know how painful it is but your presence with her would have made her so much more at ease. Receiving her ashes will be the worst day since her loss, I know from experience, but at least you’ll always be able to keep part of her with you no matter where your life ends up taking you.

dawn, you’re making me cry more :’) I’m sorry you also know from experience. it’s probably one of the most awful/agonizing experiences I can imagine having. there’s plenty of other experiences in the world but I can only take what I have now. I’m absolutely dreading the day I get her ashes :) i don’t even have the words or know how i’ll take it but i won’t even dare to look that far ahead, this is already enough or me. it’s a weird feeling of dread but relief? idk I never... did that before (getting ashes).  though, I found a small business who makes jewelry and a little necklace urn that’ll safely hold ashes of a loved one.  it’s gonna suck a little longer bc the box they give is so damn plain and kind of ugly (another thing i’d complain about if i weren’t so fucked) and I don’t want that for her so here I go again, going to get a special urn crafted to look like her (another small business on etsy) so at least her home is cute and representing. despite all of that, i like to think you’re right about her feeling at ease, seeing her close her eyes when i was petting her before letting her go. i’ll sit on this for weeks, though, still wondering despite knowing or thinking i know. it sucks!!! it just sucks!!!! i know it was the best route and the kindest route but it doesn’t take from the pain.

[ashdrawn]

*       𝑖  .      —      𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒        ›      not accepting  .

@cxrsedstar​  asked :   nightmare .

ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ :   ᵐʸ  ᵐᵘˢᵉ  ᶜᵒᵐᶦⁿᵍ  ᵗᵒ  ʸᵒᵘʳ  ᵐᵘˢᵉˢ  ᵃᶦᵈ  ʷʰᵉⁿ  ᵗʰᵉʸ  ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉ  ᶠʳᵒᵐ  ᵃ  ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ.

               slumber never came easy for the countess.    a consequence she chalked up to a childhood of late nights by candlelight had persisted long afterwards;   and,   with time,   she forgets which came first                                           the insomnia or her late night perusal.     little has changed in this regard:   a novel three-quarters through found permanence upon her lap,   within arms reach was a little notebook of casual penmanship     ❪  featuring both carefully curated prose and notes spurred by a moment of stirring  ❫,   and finally,   an enduring moonlight to illuminate where candlelight wanes and flickers.

                  she was mid-reach for the water-filled teacup when a hollow creak reverberates with similar likeness of a snapped branch in blackened dusk,   shrill and horror-inducing.    the sound of shattering porcelain followed a teary croak for  mama.               “    goodness   —   stay still,   my love.    ”               novel is thence set aside without further regard and she tip-toes across the ceramic ruins.          “     oh sweetheart,  what’s the matter?     ”         he spoke in tongues of stifled,  wet sobs.    words jumbled and nigh incomprehensible if not for an innate maternal understanding.

                                                         a mother simply knows.

                  “     a nightmare?     ”        a thumb tenderly wipes at his apple-red,  tear-streaked cheeks.   “     what can I do to make you feel better?     ”   and all her little star did was bury his head into her,   his fingers curled tightly on her nightgown    ❪   with all the might he could muster   ❫.    rachel reciprocates the gesture in kind,   gingerly picking him up and swaying about the room   —   reminiscent of a languid waltz,   a soft hum for his ears only.

                              “.                            it’s alright,  my dove.  mama’s here now.     ”  

[phantomhiveraven]

🔪

Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.

    ⊰ ♞ ⊱~; Crimson hues widened slightly and eyebrows ticked a tad higher towards the hairline. “My, my…young Master. Playing again with your cutlery, instead of using it to eat?” Letting out a soft sigh the demon did try to mask the little mocking smirk as his eyes moved from the razor-sharp end of the knife to the identically cutting coldness of the one visible eye of his Master; lovely when it would crackle and heat up with pure hatred.  

    “I would highly advise you to be careful yes,.” With the tip of his forefinger, he gave a gentle push to the blade before taking hold of it, lowering it down to the table with a small ‘thump’ echoing through the empty room.”-I would loathe to see you getting hurt, Master.” Even so, as his hand was still not moving off of the ‘weapon’, it was the sweet smile that tugged at his lips ever so gently, that seemed more ominous than the blade resting between them.

@cxrsedstar​

[mirroredprodigies]

“Why are all the pillows from my bed gone?”

Very Vague Starters: not accepting 

“I don’t know,” Ciel said innocently, smiling from his nest of six or so pillows that surrounded his small shoulders like the walls of a fort. “You could have been sleepwalking. Or Sebastian could have taken some! He is always bullying you, so it’s definitely something he would do.”

He rolled over on his side and hugged one of the extravagant feather pillows to his chest with a self-satisfied sigh. Their parents had made some extra efforts to separate the twins, making amends and injuctions to force the two to sleep in their own beds, as big boys ought to, and this was but Ciel’s best effort to find an alternative to his brother’s familiar body.

It was unfortunate that the younger had to sleep without a pillow to support his neck. However, old Tanaka had said that sleeping in such way was beneficial to one’s health, and Ciel’s brother was often awfully sick!

“You could go ask the help to get you some more,” he suggested sweetly. “I will sleep some more!”

@cxrsedstar

[raajasii]

Our modern boys for the obnoxious thing plzzzzz

[ ♢ ]  SEND ME A (FRIEND-) SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU WHO …   ||   ACCEPTING .

- always wins when they play Trivia Crackastre may be knowledgeable in his fields of interest but soma is the Master of useless trivia since his fascinations are ever-changing and all over the place most of the time

- laughs when their partner trips on somethinggenuinely i feel like neither of them would……???? 

- would drop ice down the back of the other’s shirt as a jokesoma did this once and never again.  or maybe one more time after that

- spoils the ending of books/moviesastre would totally do it out of spite……  possibly after having ice shoved down the back of his shirt :/

- always posts a picture of the other as their MCM or WCWsoma loud n proud  💖✨

- eats the last piece of cake in the fridge before the other can have itastre and i suspect he wouldn’t feel the slightest bit guilty either

- obnoxiously celebrates Monday Punday every weeksoma does it to cure astre’s monday blues or other broody spells  (it works sometimes)

- makes loving hack posts on the other’s Facebook/Instagram/Tumblr/Twitter etcSEE ABOVE

- has to beat their partner in every gameastre always has to win or he dies

- keeps their partner up half the night talking about random stuffsoma is a fuckin napboy he goes to bed EARLY.  astre is the night owl but he probably spends his late evenings in silence without bothering anyone

- eats too much garlic and tries to kiss their partner anywaysoma and if he is refused he gets SO offended

[frailock-a]

👫 for mummmm

┊ ❛  ❈  ⊱     relationship hcs  !!    &    @cxrsedstar​      ‹  selectively accepting  ›

since young ,   rachel always dreamed of having her own family .    she always knew her poor health would be an obstacle ,    but she believed that she could endure anything for her kids     ———     until she actually got pregnant .    her pregnancy was rough    (    fainting spells ,    intense pelvic pain ,    constantly bedridden ,    etc    ) .     it saddened her ,    how her unborn child would be alone     (    bc she didn’t make it    or    bc she may not survive another pregnancy    )    ...    it’s why she’s so grateful that she’s blessed with twins .    she’ll leave it up to fate for whether or not she should fall pregnant again .

of course she always got them matching    /    complimentary outfits .    it’s the   LAW   if u have twins .

one of rachel’s greatest regrets is being the cause of o!ciel’s weak disposition     (    it keeps her up at night     &     eats at her conscience    ) .     there’s a day when she just sat beside infant ciel’s crib ,    just   silently sobbing   as she watched over him     &     muttering broken apologies for giving him a cursed body .

perhaps bc of the guilt ,    she’s more lenient with him .    it’s subtle bc she doesn’t want to show favoritism ,    but she’s a little more willing to give into his whines ,    maybe let him indulge on  (1)  piece of chocolate before dinner ,    etc .

[winnerscent]

Astre continued being ill. Just like his wife had suddenly began being bed-bound ever so often. Vincent watched over his sleeping body, seperated from his twin so that he would stay healthy, though he knew they’d be slipping into each other’s beds sooner or later, and thought of his mother. She had said that Rachel’s genes would be no good, and that she would bring weakness into their family, and it had happened, like a prophecy. 

He ran his fingers through strands of sweaty hair. Was the kid just that? An unfit heir? One of the many nobles that died before they reached the age of 13? The thought saddened him in a way, that he had not known his heart could still muster. Was Astre that? A punishment for a bad choice?

 ❛Please, get better...❜ he murmured to himself and the child at the same time,  .  ❛Your mother is passed out, too. Don’t leave me all alone you two. Papa needs you. Think of all the games we can still play...❜                                                  | @cxrsedstar

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“It doesn’t really hurt that bad. It looks worse than it is.”

Finny looked down at the dark-colored burns along his arms from staying out for too long. He always tended to get so distracted, and by the time he had noticed they were already this rough-looking. They did hurt, but no reason to worry the Young Master like that.