"I must apologize for the mess… Had the Queen given me any more time to prepare for a guest of your stature, I assure my home wouldn’t be in the shambles that you see it in.“ Not to say that the Phantomhive manor was at all in any other state besides absolute perfection, it was simply the idea of manners that played a part in his words.

despotiiing  asked:

"What are you doing here?" {{-waves from afar- hello. c: -saw I can send you in character messages so I did cause you are perf- ~}}

—[ooc] Oh my. Thank you so much! :D But I am not that perfect, oh no not at all! But thank you so much XD

| Upon hearing the sound of a voice, she would turn around to seek out the voice to the face. She didn’t know where she was, nor why her mission had brought her here in the first place. She hadn’t mentioned where she was from and nor had anyone followed her here. She had been on her own, up until now. Turning around, she didn’t lower her guard.

                              ❝I might as well have asked you the same question, ya know!—

 ; immortalis-gloria

                     ❝ huh?

       「Stygian orbs emerge beyond heavy
            lids  of concealment;  enshrouding
            obscurity  consumes, nonetheless.
            Upon  very  subtle  movement may   
            the clash of binding shackles salu-
            te him. And thus, enkindling trepid- 
            ation in respect

                      ❝ …the fuck’s going on here?

Little Rabbit Toy

The girl gave a sigh and wiggled a splinter out of her finger. It hurt quite a bit, but she had important work to do! She was making a toy for her younger brother- a poseable stuffed rabbit. At this point, alone at the edge of the desert and a forest, she was working on the wooden structure underneath that would support the fabric, and allow it to stand on its own. Spark smiled- her brother would love this.

She sighed and went back to carefully carving the general shape, trying  not to hurt herself in the process. She didn’t hear the other approaching.

Doppelganger || immortalis-gloria

This place was like none other the puppeteer had encountered before. He had only been here for no longer then two weeks and already he had learned enough information to understand what was going on in this part of the world. It was both interesting and confusing for a series of reasons. The number one reason being that many people mistook him for someone else. Someone powerful apparently.

Everywhere he went people cowered in fear and ran. That was common seeing as how he was labeled dangerous but no one knew him here. In this foreign place he was just suppose to be another face in the crowd going about his life. When the staring and whispering had started Sasori had thought it was because of his hair, red hair was uncommon after all, but later on he discovered it was for a whole new reason.

This wasn’t the first time someone had worn his face before. A few idiots had tried using his identity to gain respect before when he was younger. Each impostor had met the same fate as the last, they all ended up being ripped to shreds. When it came to people using his face Sasori was not a forgiving man. The only option now was to kill the person pretending to be him so that he could get on with his life.

So one day when some people in uniform came looking for him he allowed his self to be caught. It wasn’t his favorite option but it was easier to allow his self to be caught then to go on a wild goose chase. The fake obviously held a large amount of power and he was curious to see them in their own settings. Being pushed into an extravagant room Sasori had blinked.


There was the fake right in front of him as clear as day. Raising an eyebrow he took this chance to looked them over. Everything about their appearance wise was the same as hie, he had to give the person credit for being spot on. But it was time to bring the others fun to an end. Neutral expression still on his face Sasori moved to speak.

“It’s not very nice to wear other people’s faces.”

Raven's lost souldrabble by immortalis-gloria & animam-immortalem

Boy—- -

Those were but the only words the man used to utter out and describe the noble boy. He saw no blue blood in thus boy, he saw only the crimson kind that dared spilled when he forced his balled fists against his delicate skin. They were dripping with blood, that was not his own, but so was the porcelain coating of the youth.

“——My dear Earl” ,he began, forcing him up slightly by his hair. “——You can’t be the Queens Watchdog, why, your vocals can’t even reach a proper bark. Only a yelp of a harmed puppy.”

He then released of him, a sheer smirk of a devilish countenance emerging. He stomped his face, breaking and painting the nose in a strained red. Followed up by so was when the man had began kicking him briskly up against the wall.

“——All in life you’ve ever gotten was but what you whim for. You had not a trouble nor a doubt. But what good is it now that a demon is no longer near you.”

He said, pointing the tube of the gun to remove the boys eye patch, then point straight to the eye in a threatening demeanor.

“——I choose my victims with pride, do you?” ,waiting no longer than a second, he smirked then trailed to harshly grip his jaw within his sharp fingernails.

“——Will your last words be uttered as a bark of a puppy,



                              Earl ?

Silent pleads invaded the cold putrid air which surrounded both silhouettes that night. The vermilion fluid tinted the ground. Pale skin easily printed with few shades of blue and purple. Those eyes, that so lovely were in the past, when sorrow and hate never invaded them, now lost their scintilla. The shine that so warm was once. Ciel lost the will to fight, to stand up and scream once more for that name that was pronounced million of times. How? Why? Why did Sebastian ignored the pact? Why his knight in shiny armor decided to disappear in such crucial moment? What about all those promises? Pure and utterly lies? A single crystal tear fell upon those ghostly cheeks. Heart beating harshly again that chest that so cold was by now.

You promised

          You promised to stay by my side

                  now where are you

                           when death is embracing me?

No matter how hard Ciel cried, no matter how many times that name escaped from bruised lips, the steward was not there. With resolute attentiveness, icy orbs stared at the man, who just took hold of blue locks of cobalt hair. The battered mien remained bleak, as if trying not to show any weakness. If it was his time, then he shall do it with the same pride he stood when Sebastian found him. Hate filling each one of his thoughts. No words were voiced, as the child remained still, holding the piercing pain that threatened to kill him quickly. Instead, Ciel spitted over Sasori´s face.

Hurtful whimpers now made echo in the room, awhen the boy was released, only to live a painful hell. The beats and kick only weakened his body.Thin broken limbs embracing his chest, but the man was taller, stronger, and ready to end with this for once all.

                  You promised.. where are you?….

My end is near, and shall I admit, never thought to die in such ways, as I begged for you to take what yours was for contract. Yet you´re nowhere to be found. My butler

             my demon….

                              my Sebastian

 His eye patch removed easily, with just bit of breath, the Phantomhive Earl awaited the gun to end with his suffering. Cold amused utterances coming like a harsh truth. In fact yes, his voice will sound weaker than ever, if Ciel dared to speak. Slender fingers groping the hand that held tightly his face. Lips finally unsealing to utter his last words. 




It took few seconds of piercing suffering, but after all, finally, dead embraced Ciel Phantomhive´s life. Yet his butler… nowhere to be found.


                     A shrill sounding of a popping bone emerged and he was quick to   s m i r k——— digits still keeping in place on the male’s broken limb.

                     “What   b  e  a  u  t  i  f  u  l  sound, wouldn’t you agree?”

                                             His lips dared part and an utterance of pure mockery emerged once time came right. He feared not of losing this, though a a little blue bird ceases to tell him this boy is not as the others he’s faced upon this new  w o r l d .

                                “Shall I break the other one?

“I dare you to try and touch me again, asshole! I won’t let you dattebayo!”

There was no way he was going to allow his guard to fall again. Even with a broken limb, he would not let the other win this. No matter how much pain he went through, he wouldn’t give up!

Even though a plan wasn’t in place, he would make sure to get out of this alive.

“Don’t underestimate me!”

✉:Any RPers the Mun admires.

Sip ^^

First and foremost phantomhiveraven / acerbus-animus: To be quite honest, I wouldn´t be the role player and writer I am today, if it wasn´t for this astonish person. I used to care less than a shit about the way I used to write and portray my character, ´till I find myself wanting to impress this role player, mostly for the simple and mere fact I wanted to be good enough to role play with her. With the time, I came to realize the way she produce her replies. How well she describe certain things, and the poetic way she adds to every paragraph. Not only her amazing and remarkable writing skills, but also the effort she puts in every portrayal. Be it Sebastian or Leila. Both are very well described, and it really makes you think the demon is sitting behind the window, answering to you. This single person will always be the one whom I admire the most.

Immortalis-gloria: This girl… woa… man the way she use those fancy words to form spectacular replies leaves you in awe. It doesn´t matter if it´s a short reply or a long ass one. She will always impress me no matter what. I will always find myself thirsty for more of her remarkable writing skills, and the silly yet unbelievable portrayal of such wicked man. No matter what muse, I always love Lanny´s replies.

Teme-kun: I did not had much interaction with mun nor muse, but from what I´ve seen the mun is a total sweet heart ans so friendly!!!! Yet her writing skills… I will be lying if I say I didn´t spend more than an hour reading her threads and be in completely awe of how perfect this girl writes like holy molly!!!!! Sometimes, lately, when I need some inspiration I look at her blog. Hope she doesn´t mind tho xD

Just-a-demon-butler: When it comes to this perfect skilled young lady I will simple lack of words to describe how much admire her! Is like you can find all the good things for Kuroshitsuji, in her blog. Edits, gifs, role play, everything!!! Her portrayal of Sebastian is more than accurate, and her writing skills are way beyond perfect!!!! I simple bow to this role player, and will always admire from afar ^^

Others might be (for the way they write and portray their muses):

the-dark-crowuncanny–blindness —  paradoxofconstellations — ignisdiabxlica — abxrrant — madxmeiimpius