#domina-gladiis

[mirroredprodigies]

domina-gladiis answered:

From this meme here:

    W hat was that? What was going on? Elizabeth had been nothing more than half asleep at that point, when she feels the empty side of her bed dip down, and the soft sounds of breathing much closer than she’d think at this time of night. Her first thought is that she was, once again, being kidnapped by a stranger. Which causes her to grab her hand held mirror off her night stand once she gets her senses together, pointing it in the direction for which she’d thought her intruder sat.

    B ut rather than being face to face with a stranger, the noble is instead face to face with the boy she adored most in this world. Witnessing the clearly embarrassed look on his boyish features spread across his face from the pale moonlight that shone from her window. It takes her a few moments to comprehend what was going on, and the fact that her fiance-a boy she won’t be able to marry for quite some bit of time-was sitting right here on her bed, without any given permission to enter her chambers.

    E lizabeth felt her cheeks flush a bit at the idea of a boy other than her father or her brother stepping foot in to her room. And although it was highly inappropriate behavior, she knows she’s not able to reprimand him, nor send him away. No, that look he’s giving her, in what she can only assume is that of loneliness, she simply can’t do it. Ciel was to be a guest for the weekend, after all. It would only make everything that much more awkward if she were to reject him right now and having to see his face the next morning. Plus, who was she kidding? He looked much too adorable to not go and try to cuddle with.

    F rame shifts a bit in her bed to allow the boy more room next to her side, soon lying herself down and lifting the sheets to her bed with one free hand just a bit so that he would be allowed to crawl under them with her. The other hand delicately grabbing his and pulling her beloved down so he could actually relax. A gentle smile soon gracing tired features as she began to whisper.

    ‘ I’m not entirely sure as to why you’ve wished to keep me company this evening Ciel, but fret not; if you’re scared, I’d be more than happy to let you stay and hold you until you are scared no more, ‘ the blonde starts, the hand holding her sheets soon going and drifting to his features. Pushing his hair back to keep it away from the one eye he lets the world see. ‘ And don’t worry; Paula knows that I rise without any assistance in the morning. So you can leave whenever you feel comfortable to in the morning, okay, Ciel?~ ‘

As the girl made a sudden movement, Ciel stumbled back, afraid of being struck by a candlelabrum or worse yet, a sword hidden somewhere. Lady Elizabeth would not betsow her anger upon him without a good reason - and those have been few and far between, luckily - but Ciel knew that the danger of being assaulted in the dead of night was very real to anyone related to the Phantomhives.

“Lizzie, it’s just me!” he hurried to say and covered he girl’s mouth briefly withthe palm of his hand so she would not scream in delight or in shock, or worse yet, squeal in excitement and alert her mother, Ciel’s aunt Lady Midford. It was not exactly polite of him, especially when the girl was in, well, her nightgown and quite vulnerable and defenseless, as much as a Midford could be, fencing skills considered, but he needed the situation to calm.

He let her go eventually, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. Yes, he could have used some manners when entering a lady’s room unnoticed and uninvited. He could not decide whether to be surprised or cautiously pleased that she seemed happy to see him regardless. Well, better him than a kidnapper.

Ciel felt even less like a criminal as Elizabeth lifted her covers as if to invite him in. He had been hoping to talk some, but was it not quite appropriate of him to... just... lay his body in a... girl’s... bed. It was the place Elizabeth slept in, for devil’s sake, and probably warm after she had been laying there for hours!

But a gentle hand took his own and pulled him in. He could not help but comply, feeling hotter in the cheeks than he ever had, and that said something about a boy with constant fevers.

“If your mother finds out,” he stammered awkwardly and stepped out of his slippers,  leaving the dressing gown over his pajamas intact, “we are both going to get an earful.”

Elizabeth, however, seemed to be without a worry, stroking his hair carelessly like it was the most natural thing in the world. Ciel worried about his eyepatch coming loose in the process, so he could only hope that Elizabeth’s curiosity regarding his right eye had been satiated ages ago. Worry and an odd, almost foreign sense of peace were fighting for dominance in his ever so busy mind.

“I was not scared,” he lied. Confessing another nightmare to Sebastian in the Midford manor would have been embarrassing. Besides, the devil could do nothing but sneer and mock. He had felt better off by having a walk, and Elizabeth’s quarters were where this feet had led him. “I needed some fresh air and ended up here. That is all there is to it.”

[pcsitivibee]

thankfulness for a bundle of rpers : This shout out is for @svartbutler , @mckeitbeautiful , and @domina-gladiis – This Thanksgiving I’m incredibly grateful to have friends like you all! You’re all so very creative, supportive, and incredibly kind. I love you all! ♡♡♡

[praeteritus-memories]

👋 (rip ciel please forgive her!!)

“L-Lizzie-!” The Earl’s body starts to tense up, clearly red in the face. “Wh-What in bloody hell w-was that for?”

[bitter--rabbit]

the end; memoirs

I have this dream, constantly, like a rerun. It’s the kind that feels utterly real, unimaginative sensory wakefulness. And though it happens all the time, it never skips a beat in testing my faith in my own self. Every single time, I have to question what real even is anymore. I haven’t known reality for years now, who’s to say there’s any left? Am I living in a testing simulation, fitted with sub-simulations like pop quizzes? Whatever this is, I can never find a way out, as close to it as I feel each time.

I lie awake with you, nestled in somebody else’s borrowed blankets and bed sheets, on a bed we were lent, in a room provided to us by the relief unit. We’re home--well, a home we’re not familiar with, but it’s a safe haven. Overseas, where the infestation hadn’t reached, hadn’t been manipulated, experimented. The enemy is across the ocean, losing steam and resources since we infiltrated their scheme and found them out--your family organization. I’ve forgiven you a thousand times, knowing you were just a puppet in their play, but you refuse to accept it. You’re suffocating with guilt, among other things that keep you low to the ground on high alert.

You never did come back from that day, did you? That world changed the both of us, for better or for worse, but I’m led to believe it killed you. I never knew your light before all of this, but I’m so sure now that I’ll never see it. Your daylight has been sucked from your body, and though I’m trying my hardest as a stand-in, at least a nightlight, I don’t think any ounce of it will save you. Maybe this is why I’ll never stop dreaming it, because I’ll never be able to fix what they deconstructed.

You sleep late into the day, or at least pretend to. Cocooned in a shell of dismay and shock, I can’t seem to rouse you. You’re there, but you’re far from it. I slip away in attempts to carry on with this trial of a new beginning, investing my time in the things I once lost. I step into the adjoining bathroom and start the shower. Though I’d hate to take any of the simple things for granted, I get a little greedy and spend as much time as possible soaking my aching body in the cleanest water we’ve had in what feels like lifetimes. When we first arrived and partook in a sort of baptism under that same shower head, we watched as crystal clear drops shed our skin, freeing us of the grime, the blood, the harsh callousness of what we previously lived in daily. The pungent smell of dirt and iron collected in the steam, but only ever dissipated for so long. It’s a smell that never left you, the smell of death, like it was always right under your nose. The perfumes of cleanliness and fresh, springing life almost choked us when it was brought back to us. It’s tragic, really, how the smell of life can make you sick in a way you can’t explain.

Each time I step out of the shower and put on clothes that aren’t weathered and stained, I feel I’ve shed another layer of my trauma. I walk back into the bedroom in hopes you’ve done the same. But you’re always there, in the same position I left you in; scared, unwilling, unable. And though I ache to greet this new life with open arms, I can’t do it without you. So I slip back into place beside you, as your protector, as your beacon of light that is barely flickering on its own, though I try.

And each time I slip my arms around you, each time I swear I’ve scrubbed the last bit of brain matter off of my skin until I could smell it no longer, it comes right back as if it never left. The smell of decomposition, not even as a careful linger ready to lunge at me, but more as an assault as if it’s right under my nose. As my instinct tells me to pull you closer in order to grasp your true, calming scent, it magnifies tenfold, and my stomach churns, almost eliciting a fever spell. Each time, I pull away, pulling bits of you with me as I do so. You’re liquefying, your delicate yet subtly-weathered skin slipping off your bones like the bed sheets you hide in. 

Each time, I turn your head to face me, I’m met with your hollow sockets filled to the brim with crawling maggots and coagulated blood. In the shortest moment that I leave you, you completely lose yourself and amount to nothing but decaying matter. 

Each time I wake up in a sweat-dripping haze of fear and anxiety, I have to remind myself it wasn’t real. My empty stomach begging to regurgitate tells me otherwise. I’m left disassociated and confused. When I turn to you, you’re there, all in one piece, from as far as I can tell. 

It’s hard to go back to sleep after this one, fearing that the real you really isn’t as put together as you make it seem. I’ve lost you enough times that it wouldn’t be uncommon to lose you completely.

Until I know how to fix you and keep you from decomposing like the monsters outside, I’m on duty to keep you safe. I do my best to keep my nightlight on for you, but I’m afraid it’s never going to be enough.

This dream will continue to haunt me until you’re no longer haunted.

I’m so sorry, Liz. I’m doing everything I can.

[sassygreytea]

🌑 {she’s trying to scare him B)}

Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse

It would appear that he forgot to lock his door, having been in a hurry to get out of his room to start the day after sleeping in. now it was late, moon high in the sky, light filtering through only being enough for his eyes to make out where he was headed. He couldn’t see the lump huddled under the covers of his bed.Exhausted the Earl started throwing off his shoes, belt, weapon, settling on passing out in his uniform, not at all caring how it would wrinkle. But no sooner did he sit down on the plush surface, he was on the ground, nearly pissing himself when Elizabeth jumped out and just about gave him a heart attack.“What the hell is wrong with you!?”

[gcdlsskxng]

@domina-gladiis​​​ said: ♕!

thank you so much for thinking so! i honestly think i’m rusty now at this point since i haven’t been active all that much. but still!! im glad you like my writing even from the small amounts of interaction we’ve had! i really enjoy your lizzie as well

anonymous impressions | ♕  I’m impressed with your writing! 

[daemoniacus-promus]

🐷

🐷 give my muse a piggy back ride

Sebastian was never entirely sure how he ended up in these kinds of situations, but they happened more and more ever since he met the bright and bubbly blonde and she declared them friends. He didn’t even remember agreeing to the bet he lost, but as a man demon of his word, he stooped down and allowed her to climb atop his back.

Standing with ease, he made sure he had a secure hold of her legs before looking back over his shoulder at her with a smile. “Where to, my lady~?” He teased.

[theabandonedones]

❝   just like… hold my hand when there’s a jumpscare coming up, so i’ll know.   ❞ {for any of your muses!}

Halloween Trauma || Accepting 

A soft laugh passed his lips, but not laughing at her by any means. It was simply too cute, too… soft. It wasn’t often, before his life was graced by Elizabeth’s presence, that he had seen this kind of gentle demeanor. 

“Of course, but you know we don’t have to watch this, right?” 

Softly, he patted her hand as the film began, settling back in his seat. 

Perhaps working for the Midford family was what he needed, to remind him that there was good in the world. It was… Certainly a fact he found himself forgetting, especially after leaving home. 

[malevolentlord]

HC+Happiness

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 ‘𝐡𝐜 + 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝’ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝.

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. he never felt obligated to make anyone happy, nor does he feel happiness anymore. even when elizabeth’s brother and parents told him to make her happy , he thought it was rather selfish. as a child he took it upon himself to make her happy- but now as an adult, he thinks they were selfish. NO ONE BOTHERED ABOUT HIS HAPPINESS. so why should he care about making people happy? 

———————- call cold and bold, but that’s how he is. as a child he was already quite intelligent and was ten steps ahead of everyone else, NOW AN AS ADULT, he sees through peoples fake smiles and facades. and quite honestly he doesn’t want to be happy, he finds it as WEAKNESS. 

[anhaima]

“ How do you feel about my brother, Edward? “

Ask my character “How do you feel about ______?” Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they’ll have to answer honestly.

                    “He’s a good man.” It’s a simple answer, but one full of sincerity, stated as simply as one would the weather. “ Maybe too good. It could very well be his undoing-- No place in this world for the morally just, after all. ” He pauses then, considering his words. “ I’m rooting for him, though. ”

[the-muse-coven]

✧~

SEND ME A ✧ AND I’LL BOLD ALL THAT APPLY TO YOUR MUSE.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[mirroredprodigies]

🌹 {roses for both boys of course!}

“Lizzie! Where did you get that from? Did you pick it from the greenhouse? It’s beautiful. However, you musn’t wander around outside in the cold.” Ciel got up and smiled like an angel, approaching his fiancée with a few light footsteps. He had forgotten about the greenhouse and the silly roses completely, as there were many more urgent and far more intriquing matters at hand. Leave it up to Lizzie to find the beautiful and the adorable - and to bring it to him. “I must apologize for this sudden role reversal. It is me who ought to delight you with flowers, is that not correct. Here, let me.” He took the flower from her, ignoring the thorns and whatnot, and placed it in her golden curls. “Vibrant, deep red looks lovely on you.”

“Huh?” Ciel looked up at Elizabeth with a confused expression upon his demeanor. “What is this, all sudden…” His words came out a mumble.

He looked at the flower with a confused frown. A jab of guilt pierced his gut as he realized how long he had been ignoring his cousin. She was one for beautiful things, was she not? Had it been Ciel bringing her the flower, she would have been delighted. Yet he had left her on her own devices.

The greenhouse was one of his favorite places to wander about, even though there was certain irony about an artificial space, a glass bubble of never ending summer, that allowed flowers to bloom according to his will. However, thinking of Lady Elizabeth cutting a flower did not disturb him. It must have brought her joy, right?

“Erm,” he said with the dignity of a 13-year-old nobleman. “Let’s get a vase for it. Sebastian?”

@domina-gladiis

[ademonsmaster]

Princess AU starter

((for @domina-gladiis))

The young prince rested in the sidelines along the tournament hall, out of breath and already out of the running for the annual fencing tournament. Every year families of the elite throughout Europe would sponsor this event, a family would be gifted with the honor of housing sweaty young boys trying to prove their skills. 

Ciel came half out of curiosity and half because his father would hear nothing else. Every year he sat on the sidelines a few rounds in and watched the talented fight. This year however there was a new addition to the battlefield which dazzled, he watched in awe as the slim white figure dashed forward and ended each round in seconds. Whispers reached him quickly,

Did you hear? That is the princess, daughter of the house who is hosting this year.

I heard she demanded a spot! The board made their family host in exchange. 

Well I can sure tell why, it’s a disgrace to not showcase such talent.

The prince smiled, today would prove to be entertaining after all. 

[lefleurettee]

‘ mother, if Edward is to get a cat, then may I pretty please, with cherries on top, adopt an adorable bunny? ‘

‘  If you are indeed referring to a true pet rabbit to keep you company – although you do not possess that much free time to spare to such a critter, then I may even be tempted to say we could consider it  –  but if you too are trying to make a certain someone pass as an animal to get my approval, then you do know the answer ?  ’

two out of two. never had the Marchioness ever thought she’d have to question whether not one, but both of her children were thinking of adopting a true pet or… !  well, that wasn’t very courteous to begin with, plus the term  ‘adopt’  sure wasn’t the most appropriate one. and Elizabeth did already possess lots, lots and lots of bunny toys and plushies – obviously, considering where they did come from; so the possibility she had been just asking for yet another toy was nonsensical... 

[redyearning-blog1]

( @domina-gladiis → X )

❝My darling Elizabeth, you’re JUST the little lady I wanted to see! You see...I am in quite the predicament! This dolly has come into my possession, but I have no one to watch after her. Could you POSSIBLY do me the favor of taking her home with you? She needs to be well-taken cared of! Played with everyday!❞

It’s a half-truth. Angelina actually went out of her way to purchase this particular doll as a gift for the young blond. The longing for a daughter of her own can never be fulfilled, so she settles on spoiling the absolute mess out of the one betrothed to her nephew. 

The red-headed woman presented the toy with a wide smile on her face, slim fingers running through the long brown locks of the doll. It’s then she readjust the frilly dress of the doll in trying to entice the girl before her in wanting it. 

[sassygreytea]

🍑 {but instead of using her hand she’s using her foil B)}

Send me a 🍑 to slap my muse on the ass.

A slew of curses unceremoniously slipped from his mouth when he was hit the moment his back was turned. This was the last time he trained and sparred with the little devil.

His own foil is now raised, all rules thrown out the window as he goes to chase the girl down for vengeance.