Gone || canon verse

pestilentraven:

⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— He would hardly call this flirting — merely using words to work his way past any walls she had built up since their last meeting. After all, he had to get any information he could out of her while he violent tendencies were less prevalent.

His eyes became half-lidded as he stepped forwards close enough that he could see his reflection in her glasses, smirk becoming all the more sinister. Manipulating her would be so incredibly easy it was almost laughable.

“Well, I believe we’ve decided that it couldn’t possibly be one of your own kind. Humans do not possess the ability to perform such procedures and angels…well, there’s no hope from them. That just leaves a fellow demon. Tell me, how did you win favour with one of my own?” Sebastian asked, now almost purring.

This would be a most curious tale, indeed.

That look was pushing her resolve, but only for a moment. She knew manipulation, and she was well aware of the little games they played. A constant dance between what they wanted and how far they were willing to go for it. Though she thought she might have a better grasp on what festered beneath their facade than he did.

Though she was glad that he had arrived at the proper conclusion, she had to admit it worried her a bit. Was it really that obvious? If it was then she would have to think a little more critically, if she was found out then there was a fairly good chance it would be enough to sentence her to death. No, she couldn’t think like that right now.

Her usual air of confidence radiated around her, though her eyes narrowed slightly. She could play this game just as well as he could — especially now. “Very~ good darling. Though I would be a little more specific and say that I gained favor with one of your brethren. As for how I did that, well that’s classified for the moment.” She purred, lifting a leather clad finger to her lips.

Perhaps she would tell him, but for now he didn’t need to know.

Not all love is gentle. Sometimes it’s gritty and dirty and possessive, sometimes it’s not supposed to be careful or soft at all. Sometimes it feels like teeth.
Azra T (via flawlez)

Reblog if you RP NSFW

mattthetechguy:

I’m curious, and remember that doesn’t just mean smut. It also means gore, violence, abuse and stuff around those lines.

kallistadw;
Oh my gosh, you are my favorite Grelle roleplayer ever! ^-^

{Sweet baby jesus thank you so much human! You are too sweet to be real ^_^}

She was pretty in the kind of way that said she’d run a dagger through your heart and still keep smiling the whole time.
— Richelle Mead, Silver Shadows (via mashamorevna)
Anonymous;
You're my favorite.

"You flatter me darling~ but I appreciate the compliment all the same."

Anonymous;
Hey, Grell, may I have a hug?

"I suppose so, I might as well spread some affection~."

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Wondering what would happen if she replaced all the sugar in the break room with cocaine.

                                                      i am d e a t h.
                                                  i am not of comfort.

~grellshitei

welcometotheundertaker:

grellshitei:

The sincerity of his smile brought one of her own to her lips, she couldn’t help but enjoy such words like that. “Perhaps I will, but you’ll forgive me if it takes me a bit to get used to such things.” She quipped with a rather pleased looking grin.

"Of course, darling," Undertaker agreed, "No use being forceful about it. Not that I’d want to either way." He took a sip of his wine and sat back, "Now then, you simply must tell what kinds of wonderful meals I ought to expect from you.”

At his words she flashed him a grin of pointed teeth before giving a shake of her head. “Well~ as I already said I don’t have a vast array of skills, but I can can of course work with basics: sandwiches, pastas, beef, poultry, lamb, most vegetables, and I’m fairly decent with soups and stews as well.” She replied with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders.  

Silence is Golden. (Muted Mic M!A)

dulce-silentium:

Isaac was so used to being his Master’s voice, that when his own was suddenly taken away, the demon had no idea what to do or think. He became frantic, trying different ways to make his voice work. Isaac was ready to start tearing his hair out by the time someone found him, frustrated and bedraggled from trying all manner of rituals and demonic spells on himself, but all in vain.

Grell hadn’t been expecting to see Isaac in such a state when she came home, but the sight was rather concerning. She crept forward quietly, uncertain if he was in a state to actually be aware of her presence. “Darling, is everything alright?” She asked cautiously.


What suits you is the ʀᴇᴅ of P A S S I O N

What suits you is the ʀᴇᴅ of P A S S I O N