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Hello friends! Do you remember those quiet, crass, ‘ill bred and foul tongued’ demon triplets from Kuroshitsuji Season II? Well this is a roleplay blog for those three little brats - like or reblog ( preferred for visibility ) if you’d be interested in interacting with them. 🔥
I’m not dead - slam that ♡ to plot something with me, and we’ll see what we can’t sort. I may be slow, but I’m here and ready to get some good shit going with my boys.
| finniaan |
‘ we have some lavender back at the manor, it smells so nice but if i stay near it too long then i start t’sneeze and my head hurts a little. mister sebastian says that’s ‘cause it has a strong scent, not soft like a rose. ‘ he glances down to the path, wondering why the trancy gardener would wear fancy shoes as if he worked inside - but that thought is dismissed as he realizes that they probably were told to dress in their finer clothes to welcome their guests. the young master had bought a pair of nice shoes for finny for that very reason.
they walk together for a bit longer, finny is admiring the gardens and filing away from flowerbed arrangements for when he returns back home when a thought suddenly occurs to him. he’s unsure if it’s appropriate or not, but he doesn’t think that the young master would have an issue with the very question if he were to ask it to him. ‘ why d’you think that our young masters are spending so much time together? it doesn’t seem like they get along. ‘
A nod at that statement - it was likely true. Lavender had an impossibly strong scent, it was part of why the demon liked it so. It was handy to drown out other scents that may arise from various trouble that the little human they were stuck with got up to. That, and it reminded him of various parts of his path - but when speaking with guests, it wasn’t time to dwell on such.
⟡ “Pro’ly right. Bastard’s smart.”
It was, however, apparently time to call their coworker a bastard - the word slipped past Thompson’s lips with little thought, as most things tended to. His expression didn’t shift as he paused, crouching to check the leaves on a plant they passed, head angled slightly as he half-listened to Finnian.
Anyone would have that question - why was the Phantomhive brat putting himself through Alois’s presence, and why was Alois stressing himself out with this shit.
A soft hum, and he glanced up from his crouch.
⟡ “Work’d assume.”
Or it was secretly something between Claude and Sebastian, but he couldn’t very well tell the gardener that.
I just wanted to cremate that butterfly… I just wanted to give it a proper burial…
*: ・゚✧ black butler season one episode three starters.
feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.
“ i’m so, so, sorry, i… i’ll wipe it off.”
“ why did you agree to take on such a useless idiot?”
“ you’re one to talk.”
“ it didn’t seem like such a bad idea.”
“ can’t refuse your favorite ___, can you?”
“ i never expected that i would be affected by it as well.”
“ i’m so sorry for causing all this trouble.”
“ whoa, calm down a second!”
“ should we take the knife away?”
“ just think of the horrible mess you would make.”
“ it would take hours just to clean up the blood.”
“ thank you. you’re so very kind.”
“ that was kindness?”
“ perhaps you should just sit there and relax so you don’t cause anymore trouble.”
“ if you do decide to seek your eternal rest, please see to it outside, would you?”
“ and try not to make too big a mess.”
“ it’s a pain to special-order a new one.”
“ you haven’t had a growth-spurt in years.”
“ we shouldn’t stay away for too long.”
“ it was a great tragedy.”
“ forgive me for asking, but your parents, did they…?”
“ sadly, they both perished in the fire.”
“ you just need to rest yourself for a while.”
“ why are they all skulls?!”
“ no! not again!”
“ i’ve made yet another unacceptable mistake.”
“ i can’t go on any longer!”
“ quit trying to die all the time!”
“ but i have to! it’s the only way to redeem my honor.”
“ i’m sure you’re tired.”
“ what’s the matter?”
“ what happened to this place?”
“ why, it’s a disaster!”
“ what is going on here?”
“ why on earth are you dressed as lunatics?”
“ you’re crazy! crazy…!”
“ what are you doing now?”
“ at the moment i believe i’m in the process of dying.”
“ you’re back! i missed you so much.”
“ what a surprise!”
“ how many times do i have to tell you? call me ___.”
“ oh, you really are just the cutest thing ever!”
“ i could just eat you up!”
“ you detract from the beauty of the room.”
“ oh! but i made such a lovely decoration out of him.”
“ yes! just look at it all. isn’t it so cute now?”
“ and i have a present for you too.”
“ you’re always dressed in black. i thought this would be a nice change.”
“ what do you think?”
“ i am deeply honored that you went to so much trouble for my sake.”
“ your generosity overwhelms me.”
“ happy to help.”
“ in any event, what are you doing here?”
“ i sneaked away because i wanted to see you, silly!”
“ you- you sneaked away? don’t you think you’ll get into trouble.”
“ why don’t we have a ball tonight?”
“ you can be my escort and we’ll dance around all night long.”
“ isn’t that a wonderful idea?”
“ you’ll wear the clothes i picked out for you, won’t you?”
“ pretty please? it’ll be so cute on you!”
“ you come with me! i want to make you even cuter than you already are.”
“ wait! i said NO BALL!”
“ i believe the wisest course of action is to go along with the plan.”
“ i don’t think she is going to listen to reason.”
“ i know i’ve never seen you dance before, but i assume that you can?”
“ well, that explains why you’re always such a wallflower at social engagements.”
“ i have too much work to do.”
“ i don’t have time to waste on dancing.”
“ with all due respect, dancing is a necessary skill to possess.”
“ fine, i’ll do it. now stop the lecture.”
“ we don’t have sufficient time to call in a tutor.”
“ don’t be ridiculous! i’m not going to take dancing instructions from you!”
“ besides, do you even know how to dance?”
“ now, if you would do me the honor, may i have this dance?”
“ your natural ability for dancing isn’t so much lacking as it is non-existent.”
“ you cannot simply cling for dear life onto your dance partner.”
“ you’re too tall / short, it’s not working!”
“ most importantly, you need to wipe that gloomy look off your face.”
“ now, let’s have a smile. pretend that it’s fun.”
“ let me go!”
“ i can’t smile.”
“ i’ve forgot how.”
“ i don’t know how to pretend like i’m having fun.”
“ how AWFUL! this is the most humiliating outfit ever.”
“ i think you’re going to have to make peace with it.”
“ that’s your problem with it?!”
“ i can’t live with a shame as deep as this. no… i’d rather die!”
“ eh… you aren’t going to try to stop me this time?”
“ i’ll make you look so adorable!”
“ i’m really farsighted, i can’t see anything without my glasses.”
“ you don’t have to see to have fun.”
“ now hand those over, silly.”
“ no, no, please!”
“ leave her / him alone.”
“ ___! you look adorable!”
“ why aren’t you wearing the ring i brought you?”
“ you’re so cruel!”
“ hah! fooled you! it’s mine now!”
“ give it back!”
“ wh-why are you so angry at me?”
“ what’s wrong?”
“ so- so why are you so angry?”
“ it’s truly one of a kind.”
“ it- it was that important? and i destroyed it?”
“ what are you doing?!”
“ how long are you going to cry?”
“ i- i’m so sorry.”
“ your face is a mess.”
“ what the hell? you can actually sing?!”
“ you can count on me.”
“ are you sure?”
“ indeed, i’m more deadly efficient than i appear.”
“ i’m in your debt.”
“ you’ve taught me a lot.”
“ they say that before a person dies, his life flashes before him.”
“ i know that when i see the light of death, this momentous evening is what will appear to me in my dying vision!”
“ interesting that you would say that.”
“ it’s finally over.”
“ you seemed to be enjoying yourself for a while there.”
“ don’t be so foolish.”
“ am i the fool here?”
“ when i close my eyes, i hear them too.”
“ i hear voices echoing in my head.”
“ you must get some rest”
“ don’t want to make yourself ill, do you?”
“ stay with me till i fall asleep.”
“ goodness, are you displaying weakness in front of me now?”
“ i will stay here. i am by your side forever. until the end.”
The National Library of Vienna
| finniaan |
‘ not too long ago i didn’t know any flowers and i wouldn’t have been able to answer that, now i think i know too many and i can’t pick one. ‘ he taps his forefinger against his chin as he follows the other through the strange manor, thinking through all the flowers that he cared for at home. after a moment of deliberation he smiles, having made his choice.
‘ sunflowers i think. they’re big and bright and tall. what about yours? d’you and your brothers have different favorites? ‘ he was still amazed by the entire concept of triplets.
⟡ “Lavender.”
The single word passed his lips, thoughts flashing briefly to Miss Hannah’s hair before returning to the situation at hand - though as they exited the manor, his gaze wandered, following a butterfly as it drifted on the breeze, words almost inaudible as he murmured them.
⟡ “Canterbury likes roses.”
He wasn’t certain Timber had a favorite flower. He did tend to lean towards roses, as their brother did, but the boy had been the one to suggest planting lavender in a far corner of the guardian. Perhaps he, too, couldn’t make up his mind.
Dress shoes crunched against the path as they walked through the gardens, Thompson's hands shoved deep into the pockets of his uniform pants, waiting to see what topic would arise next.
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Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (via thequotejournals)
“Fire is vibrantly alive. It eats everything from wood to flesh, excreting the waste as ash, and it breathes air just like a human, taking in oxygen and emitting carbon. Fire grows, and as it spreads, it creates new fires that spread out and make new fires of their own. Fire drinks gasoline and excretes cinders, it fights for territory, it loves and hates. Sometimes when I watch people trudging through their daily routines, I think that fire is more alive than we are – brighter, hotter, more sure of itself and where it wants to go. Fire doesn’t settle; fire doesn’t tolerate; fire doesn’t ‘get by.’ Fire does. Fire is.” - Dan Wells, I Am Not A Serial Killer