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[miiserably-blog]

sebastian & myr – AESTHETIC | part 1/? | for @mcjordomo

↳   let me tell you a little bit about demons. they love pain and other people’s misery. they lie when it suits them and don’t see anything wrong with it. they corrupt and kill and destroy, all without conscience. you just don’t have the capacity for something as honorable as loving another person.

[lextclionis]

                ❝ 𝕴 suppose that he’s not coming, then? ----- Can’t say that I blame him.                 It’s getting bad out there. Isn’t is a bit late in the season for a blizzard? ❞

[iinlked]

orbs of tyrian flick up and down, skimming down sable fabric and pale skin with a skeptical mien. a bubble of salt forms in the hallow of his throat, unease trickling down into his chest and weighing it down, looping around offal and viscera with unyielding vigor. it irritates fire-blessed cavities, sand under his skin, and the fact that he doesn’t know why makes it all that much more unpleasant ;; the man seems normal enough, if not a little TOO poised and peerless. perhaps ... that’s what has him on edge -- being expected to show control in the presence of someone who might as well be sitting on a throne (thought it’s not like ziya can’t say the SAME). he’ll decide to bite his tongue on his OWN terms, thank you very much. if this lord phantomhive turns out to be some arrogant pisspot, he’ll let lose without a damn care in the world. 

hence, the warlock decides to assert this to both himself and the company he currently keeps, tilting his head backward, haughty and immodest with his nose in the air. 

❛ i can seat myself, tall, dark n’ creepy as HELL. ❜

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[voskreshenii-blog]

                                         ( @mcjordomo )                                                        blue for an angsty starter

        THE PAIN IS excruciating, and yet she is numb to it all at once. It still echoes in her ears; the spray of bullets, the screaming, the palpable terror as each of her family members were struck down. She hurts too much to even move, and in some ways that is a blessing. The Bolsheviks mistake her motionless form for dead and leave the room to let the smoke clear. In those few moments of reprieve, Anastasia reaches desperately for a lifeline.  

        ❝H---Help...❞ I’ll do anything... ANYTHING!!!... just let me live! Please!

[peccatorex]

@mcjordomo

     now, this was rather ODD and INTERESTING! He jumped off the wall he was sitting on and silently followed the familiar and unique smell which told him one of his favorite kind of beings was somewhere near him. And yet. Yet there was something unusual with it, and the more he was closer to that other, the more he realized what it was, and his lips were already curving upwards in delight. He had thought it would be a boring day; he was wrong. The crowd eventually dispersed and he had more room to walk faster, till he finally was by the stranger’s side, gaze trying to look at their face ( whether he was failing or not, he could not know ).

     “I wonder, what’s a—powerful creature like—you doing on a—LEASH?”