theheavenlyyardmaster:

Gone. Any hope for sanity was dead, gone, crushed to pieces. His girlfriend was dead- he killed her. And a gray face was stupid enough to give him the Wrath Vessel. They mentioned blood lust, too.

But who would be the next victim? The blond didn’t know where to start. So he sat in his chair with his feet kicked out onto his desktop, bored out of his mind, twirling the Golden Key around in his hands. Voices passed through his head — a constant kiLl KiLl kILL KILL — but he ignored them, for now. There’s nothing to kill anyways.

He glanced up at the sight of someone opening the door, and put the Key in his pocket. “What is it?” The male inquired flatly as he straightened himself out, sitting properly in his chair once more.

Her servants hummed a few bars of the resounding lullaby, the rattling wheels of the tea tray echoing in the marble passageway as the Master led the way to her colleague’s office. It had been a hard long week for all of them, and she had, in one of her moods to be an excellent host/guardian/whatever she was and bring them a perfectly prepared meal and it just so happened to be the Heavenly Master’s turn.

Graveyard’s pleasant demeanor disappeared rapidly at the boy’s reaction to her entry, quietly motioning to her servants to stop trying to push past her. She frowned, sure the other Master had a tendency to be a bit snippy at times but…

Nevermind, food first.

“I thought you might appreciate a hot meal.” She said, a touch irritably, her wind taken out of her sails, ignoring the prickling feeling that something was… wrong somehow, “Or would you rather not be disturbed.”

oop gotta go offline see ya

theheavenlyyardmaster:

theheavenlyyardmaster:

Cries times up good bye

Hello I am here

hello friend

searchingforbluebird:

{Ω} Len walked around in a graveyard rather calmly. He had seen quite a few in his life, so he was used to the creepy headstones. Although this place had a more sinister feel than any graveyard he had visited before… He stepped on a twig, which startled him, and obviously someone else not far from where he was. Looking up, he saw a lady dressed in a red dress… he had never seen such a nice dress. His sister would have loved to see it.

“A-ah… wait, Gretel? No, I’m sorry miss, but I don’t know any Gretel.”

The Mistress let out a strangled groan of frustration and annoyance, great, she could barely see, let alone stand and here, right in bleeding front of her was yet another intruder. “Am I not allowed to have a blasted break?” she hissed at the sky and whatever was out there. But at least the one she had the misfortune to stumble upon seemed polite.

“I give up!” She slid to the ground, shaking her fist at the invisible entity that she was quite sure was out there and laughing at here, “You win, d-damn you.” The brunette continued along this vein for awhile, her vitriolic curses against the universe punctuated by coughs, clearly having forgotten the existence of the boy.

At this point, the Mistress was thiiis close to just giving up on repelling intruders of the small and blonde kind, with more and more appearing despite her best efforts. With a heavy and theatrical sigh, she held her trusted (and now slightly rusty with blood) umbrella and charged.

thetreeofeldoh:

“Even adults shouldn’t be awake at such an hour.” Eldoh watched her carefully, trying to decide if he could just send her to her own time, or if her appearance here was fate.

Such troubles… “Master of the Graveyard.. I have heard much of your work on the human plane of existence. Truly a pleasure to meet you.”

The Master eyed him suspiciously, “What are you, my father?” Not that she knew what it was like having one of those but nevertheless it seemed appropriate for the situation.

She let out a soft disbelieving laugh, eyebrows raised, “I can say for sure that I can count the number of times someone has said that to me after knowing of me.” A pause while she folded her arms, “Actually I think you’re the first, so congratulations. I suppose.”

allenavadonia:

“Ah.. I’ve never used a gas stove before.. ” Allen frowned, watching her give and example. “I’ve used a cast iron stove, though..”

“I’ll try my best to use this one though, Miss..”  Ah, if he didn’t figure out how to use it she’d eat him though right? Might as well try and fail then give up right away..

“It can’t be that different, right? They’re both stoves..”

The Mistress thought about it for a moment, a hand reaching out to grab a nearby apple, “Hmm yes, I suppose so.”

She bit off a huge chunk of the fruit, core and all as she seated herself at the kitchen table, her parasol laid carefully on the surface within easy reach. Carefully swallowing the mouthful the woman shot him a warning glare, “Now if you’d please hurry up, my patience is wearing quite thin here.”

allenavadonia:

ooohh

how to binary too i will neverknow 

also i be putting this transparent wooo

it took me ages to get the hang of it don’t worry

also holy shit that’s nice

good choice owo)b