#silvcrreaper

[sorrowmarked-a]

the tommyknockers || accepting 

‘And nobody knows about this??’  -- @silvcrreaper

“I don’t want my sisters worrying,” she said, her cheeks were flushed as if with fever. It was a sickness of a sort. A virus. Though not one meant for her. “And I can’t return to heaven, I might infect Yggdrasil,” the tree of life, the tree of all things. “I thought ... I could contain it here, the Lord of Terror,” she said, touching her chest. He had leapt from object to Urd, to a human, and that’s when Belldandy had offered herself up as host. Hoping she was stronger than the Lord of Terror. It was vanity, and hubris, but she didn’t know what else to do, except this. Fight it, as best she could. “I think I just need a rest,” she said, she was using up too much of her power fighting the virus. She felt so tired. 

[wolfofwinchester]

@silvcrreaper ♥’d for a starter!

Winter was a terribly, terribly dreadful season - the most disliked when it came to the Countess’s favored turn of the sun. The temptation to huddle up in her bedroom and hide away until it was all said’n’done was far too tempting, but alas, she could not. Important woman, as you may know. So, she brought the otherwise season of death and slumber to life.

There was a masquerade coming, the date always on its yearly mark; February 21st. An affair rife with silver clawed braziers burning with fury, entertainers in the form of Arlecchino-dappled trapeze artists flying & flipping above on twinkling ropes of emerald, and black steel so they could wheel and tumble as though they are rolling on thin air. Pantomimes in the theatricalized drawing room. Firebreathers where you’d least expect them. A grand orchestra.

It was one of the winter events that many did look forwards to, both tenant and noble alike. And while the good Lord Phantomhive preferred to keep the Undertaker divorced from personal matters like some dirty little secret, Claudia didn’t even pretend to catch the torch and let it shatter upon the floor the second it was offer her way with only a somewhat expecting hand. 

“Will I see ya there, Mr. Callows?” The Countess wiggled the invitation before the Mortician, perched on his front desk with one leg crossed’n’bouncin’ over the other, just the tip of her sharp, black heel poked into view. “It’ll be our first formal dance’a the year, and we ain’t had that just yet. ♪“ Plenty of dances took place without a party, plenty of waltzes - they ne’er needed such dazzlements.. but, consider her a tad bit sentimental for wantin’ that first dance at a party, ever the touch of a debutante. 

[boundariestcbreak]

@silvcrreaper​ continued from here:

“I wasn’t serious!” Robyn responded, arms crossed over her chest as she looked at him. It was clear he was having a blast with her discomfort, and that just made her more annoyed. “Haven’t you ever heard of hyperbole?” She hadn’t meant it seriously at all.

[uraharashouten]

mysteriousshopkeeper asked:

“ you called me sugar. ” [[ idek; it seemed plausible XD Hello there! ]]

@silvcrreaper answered:

There seemed to be a long pause of silence as Undertaker back-tracked on his thoughts, wondering if he, in fact, did call this man ‘sugar’. A shrug was given, and the mortician gave a wide smile in response.

“Would you prefer I not? You seem th’sort t’enjoy sugary things!”

“Now—” A pause as his tongue swept a wide swath across an oversized lollipop. “Whatever could have given you that impression?” Cheeks distended comically as he somehow managed to stretch his lips to accommodate the width of its disk, the effect resembling loading a vintage CD drive, before drawing it out again with a loud smack.

“It’s not that I mind; it just seemed a bit premature for pet names, and perhaps a bit misplaced for a funeral home...” Then again, so was the lollipop. Probably. 

Smack.

[ladykeivt]

@silvcrreaper​ cont.

Glynda took a deep breath, taking in Victor’s scent and warmth as her arms tightened around his torso. His hands caressing her hair was always relaxing and almost therapeutic. She tucks her head underneath his jawline and on his shoulder. 

“.. A little more of both. I want to help Mantle and Atlas but at the same time I’d wanna be somewhere else..”

[ensxrcelled]

@silvcrreaper​  » »

    Today had been a nightmare, but she’d do it all over again if it meant those people got what they deserved. Glacies rolled the vial of luminescent pink liquid in her hands and rubbed gently at her sternum, chest still raw from the spell as she padded down the front steps of her home. It was forbidden magic but she couldn’t handle the weight of a heart anymore. She had half a mind to level the very mansion she’d grown up in as well but second set of footsteps drew her attention away before she had the chance.

    Standing on the stone steps, she was wearing little more than ribbons of her school uniform, blood speckled her body and flaked off of her as she walked, and her hair fell around her in a mess of off-white strands. In fact, she was moments from fleeing the area when he’d stumbled(?) upon her. Turning her steely gaze on him, she stiffened. Had the authorities already tracked the massacre back to her? She looked him up and down, hiding the vial behind her back. He didn’t look like an officer but you could never be too careful.

    “What’re you looking at, perv? Go away.”

[beathim]

                                  @silvcrreaper​​​ continued from here.

                          ❝      sorry...    i’m  confused.    i  might  not  have  heard  you  right?      ❞

[grogupositivity]

I want to send some positivity to @silvcrreaper​, please ! Tick is a fantastic writer & a magnificent individual. Their writing is phenomenal, and the care they put into their characterization of Undertaker is breathtaking. With each thread and each post I find myself loving him more and more, and I cannot put into words how inspiring they are to me !  Their willingness to help and their lovely words always make my day ! Happy New Years, Tick! You're loved !