#earloftheunderworld

[hisbutlersinful]

✉ for a text that wasn’t sent

To: Brat 

One your pairs of underwear has a hole in it...it seems pointless to mend it. May I keep it?

[xstrxngth-blog]

Earloftheunderworld Entered My Own Strength.

earloftheunderworld

‘You do not belong here. You are not of this world.’

She said it with such an                                         annoyed                                                     face toward the other.                                                                                       They did not belong in this                                                                  world after all,               so she had a right to be annoyed.

[laobscuredesastre]

Knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. Tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better.

Tagged by: erikanohana

basics:  

name: Vic age: 17 preferred pronouns: I usually dont care sexuality: allmighty unicornbaby (equals ‘i have no plan but im pretty much not straight’) zodiac sign: Aries taken or single: Single three facts: I’m a messy but cant stand when it’s messy. I love tea over everything. I can understand about 5-6 languages.

experience:

how long (months/years?): ugh... about 5-6 years (on tumblr only 2-3) platforms you’ve used: Mostly tumblr, and some forum. best experience: Oh god mostly on my other blog where i met the most important friends i now have. how’d you start: I have no idea anymore i just randomly was in the roleplaying community. (when it comes to tumblr, it was a friend who pulled me into this site)

muse preferences:

female or male:  Usually it doesnt matter, but it seems like i have more male than female muses. favorite face: I dont have a fave... least favorite face: I dunno multi or single: Uhm on this blog i’m multi (even though i dont think Anita would that easily start a replationship or get into anything serious, as i have a quite old ship in my head and cant cut it out). I often tend to do multi, though i have one blog where it’s single for my muses.

writing preferences:

fluff, angst or smut: I dont write any smut, so i’m more for the fluff and angst here. Mostly for the fluff (but damn i love angst too) plots or memes: both i am happy if i would get any memes! long or short replies: I’m better with short replies, but i do write long ones as well as long as i get enough to work with. best time to write: Usually after school are you like your muse(s): Maybe? Most of my muses are OCs and i would lie if i’d say i’m nothing like them after all i am their creator and put my heart and soul into making them. As for Anita, we are somewhat similair when it comes to our tastes and stuff, though she is more outgoing and way easier to talk to than to me.

Tagging: traumkxnstlerlin, xtwofreaksx, earloftheunderworld, the-ruling-child -- u all dont have to do it tho.

[crimsondrenched-blog]

Ciel threw a rubber ducky at Grell. "What do you want?"

“Why else would I be here?”

[expectingbutler]

“Somehow cuddling with you is even better than I expected it to be…” (fluff meme)

“That’s because I am not crushing you with my belly. You’d be dead by now.”

[freckleddoll]

[[HAPPY BIRTHDAY earloftheunderworld YOU WONDERFUL AWESOME PERSON! ONE YEAR OLDER THAN ME WHYY YOU ARE AN AWESOME RAY OF SUNSHINE AND ARE TOO PRECIOUS FOR THIS WORLD I LURV YOU MY AWESOME FRIEND HELL YEAH I WOULD MAKE YOU CAKE IF WE WERE IN THE SAME COUNTRY JUST YAAAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY STITCHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY]]

[illxctus]

+5

has stirred the m o n s t e r 1. earloftheunderworld 2. 1hell-ofa-nun-fetish 3. sheepish-snake 4. yesmylordciel 5. phntomhve

                “What do you want?”

[shutupseth-blog]

Omnia had crept in through the vents as a bat, just small though to be able to maneuver in the small space with little difficulty, and just large enough to do so with speeds like none other. He’d grown bored with flying long before, somewhere around the second century.

He now stood a the window of the childs bedroom, a perfect guise of his father, learned by looking at a picture left tucked in a drawer along with scattered reports and letters from the queen.

He thought children to be pitiful, and this one was no better. Fueled by rage and personal vendetta, it was no better than a roach. If not for his butler, Omnia would tear his limbs off just to see him squirm.

He carefully opened the shutters, watching the moon before hearing a stir in the bed behind him, and a voice asking why the butler was in the room at such a late hour.

Omnias voice was a perfect guise of the childs fathers as he spoke, silencing him.

“I trust you’ve been a good bitch for the queen, Ceil?”

He said it casually, as if what he’d said had been perfectly civil.