#dolloftheangel

[ludgertastisch-archived-blog]

Super Small Starter for @dolloftheangel

“So it’s been you who has been causing all this trouble, lately?” He lit a cigarette. “A simple doll...”

[neko-mun-rp]

@dolloftheangel liked for a starter from Grell Sutcliff

Tracking an angel seemed to have hit a dead end for the crimson reaper. He had found one of the angel’s hideouts, though it seems he was two steps behind. Upon further investigation he soon came to what he thought was a guard left behind but lowered his death scythe seeing Drossel. He was no threat to the reaper.

“What a cute doll that was left behind~” Grell said with a teasing smile. “Still made of straw or have your materials been upgraded?”

[faultedloyalty]

plotted starter // @dolloftheangel ’s Drossel Keinz

There were plenty of rules, both spoken and unspoken, that went into being bound; both for the ones binding and the ones finding Masters, there was more to it than most realized. One such thing tended to be the concept of free time—it was generally understood that once bound, for those such as him, all movement was for the attainment of their Master’s goals alone. It was not to do as they so pleased.

Sebastian, however, has always found a way to do as he so pleases. Typically when he finds himself growing a little bored. He’s been alive far too long to not grow bored of even constant movement, but it is through constant movement alone that he can alleviate said boredom. It is why he is here now, walking the world’s surface alone. On neither mission nor order from his Master, and searching for nothing in particular, though he is wanting to find something of interest.

Ah, but here’s something new; it seems he’s stricken lucky, for just some ways ahead of him does something rise above the horizon. A building of some sort, one that he thinks just might look familiar, and altogether holding the possibility of giving him something to do. He wastes no time at all to make his way over, though he doesn’t do so carelessly; he moves silently, guard up, though not tense. The building looks dilapidated, but that doesn’t mean it is void of life.

Should he find something—or someone—else on this property, he will be capable of handling it, he’s sure.

[velniiias]

"Why have you come here again?" (dolloftheangel)

╳ ┆ ░L░E░T░T░E░R░ — ❞ ( DOLLOFTHEANGEL )

It was yet , but another visit that the butler made into the store that belongs to certain puppeteer on the order from the young master has conferred him . Following the cases of the missing children that the Scotland Yard was currently inspecting on , the young master was given order by the Queen to investigate the puzzling disappearance on the missing children . The butler & the young master had made their scrutiny in the forenoon earlier at the scene of the event where they discovered this rather strange & unfamiliar toy store . Peculiar enough , prolly impassive , the owner of the store was rather queer in his demeanor that left the butler in skeptical stance . Something is surely rancid where it evoked the butler’s conjecture . Another visit was assembled in that evening only to be greeted in an unemotional demeanor by the owner of the store . A greeting would be presented with an unstinting tugged of smile at the corners of his lips , carefully , veiling his probing intent . ❝ — Oh my , where are my manners ? Do pardon my rude manners . I MEAN NO HARM . Greetings . I am here for a cordial visit . I am the butler of the Phantomhive . I must say you possess rather lovely works . ❞ @dolloftheangel

[astronzetto-blog]

Dolloftheangel 🔪10. Honestly it sounded better the other way around but let's see what happens

send in  “🔪+ a number” for your muse to impale mine with their weapon of choice.

1. through the heart (reversed)

“W-what? How are you still standing?!”

A knife straight through the heart should send anyone to their graves post haste, so what in the hell was keeping this man-this thing standing? Through the heart...It was sticking straight out where the heart should be at least but...there had been no weight to that man’s body. There had been no torque. No give. If Enrico did not know any better, he’d say he’d just stabbed a pillow rather than a man. 

“What manner of creature are you?”

[light-of-judgment]

(Dolloftheangel) 💭

@dolloftheangel “I forgot about him. Probably useless.”

[immaculateinferno]

"Master?" (It me)

“Yes, my doll?”

[passionintoinsincerity-blog]

@dolloftheangel

Claude was with his young master in the market when Alois bumped into someone. Claude pulled the blonde boy back and then offered the man a small smile in the way of saying sorry. “My apologies, my young lord can be most eager. No damage was done I hope.” He said offering another smile. This smile was much more fake and extended to put up the image of being polite. There was something odd about this young male. His senses screamed at him to get away and make sure his young master was safe. “I have not seen you before sir. Have you come to this area recently?” He asked by way of trying to find out more about him. He had to find out more.