#inperatoraviditas

[sinofpleasures-blog]

( inperator-aviditas )

        It's always a pain when customers grow egos. With their wealth and status, the 'fatter' regulars ( or even one-time assholes ) believe they are above paying, or pay less for treatment they deem not worth the dust in their wallets. When they think they can cheat his girls out of their pay, and walk out with their head high, their pride full, they have made a dear mistake.

        Forgive the owner and his moment of improper behavior, dear citizen. The man who went flying across the walkway and against the brick wall is still alive, don't worry -- though he's certainly not well. A broken arm, a fractured rib or two -- he stomps a heavy foot on him ----

make that three. 

[voltronlaundryday]

Florian Delaroche go go go

01. Full name:

Florian Delaroche

02. Best friend:

Samuel Bartholomew

03. Sexuality:

Bisexual

04. Favorite color:

Pink

05. Relationship status:

Single pringle

06. Ideal mate:

Somebody who can deal with his childishness and bad attitude

07. Turn-ons:

Flattery

08. Favorite food:

Cinnamon rolls

09. Crushes:

Samuel Bartholomew, Nathaniel Bartholomew (sort of)

10. Favorite music:

Slow classical pieces

11. Biggest fear:

Losing everybody he holds dear

12. Biggest fantasy:

Having all of his friends together again

13. Bad habits:

Not thinking before he speaks

14. Biggest regret:

Treating Elle and Caroline badly

15. Best kept secrets:

His feelings for Sam

16. Last thought:

idg this one, do you mean before he dies or??? cause I’ve yet to figure that out yet

17. Worst romantic experience:

Nathaniel’s general existence

18. Biggest insecurity:

He thinks he drives people away

19. Weapon of choice:

His handservant, Rose

20. Role Model:

Probably Sam?

[winged-gentleman]

"Happy Birthday Mr Columbus!" The two girls cry, holding out a plate full of carefully decorated cupcakes. It is rather evident that both tried their utmost best to create bird themed cupcakes for their friend, even if a few birds now looked a bit droopy from the journey.

He actually looks genuinely surprised to see the two young ladies here with bird themed cupcakes no less. Red eyes switch from the two to the cupcakes, and he takes one to observe it with a grin, before returning his gaze to them."My, how sweet of you to come visit me and bring me gifts! How did you even know it was my birthday? Oh did Anne perhaps tell you?" Either his little one had spilled that information, or the ladies had done a bit of research. Did he ever mention his ‘birthday’ in one of his books? Maybe he had mentioned it at some point and forgot about it? Ah well…"Regardless of how you found out, now that you’re here, you two should come in and join us~"

[rosenthxl-blog]

inperator-aviditas

✝;; - "What is it you need from me?"

[pettiirosso]

              ❝Excuse me but .... could you                  guide me the q u i c k e s t                    way to the harbor…please?❞

[1sqftoffluffle]

Haha, but we all know it's actually Engineering

[dereliquet]

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together 

Good Lord he hated London, the overcrowding, the awful smell in the summer, the bloody rain. Of course when he’d reluctantly agreed to escort Christine and her sister on a shopping trip into the town, he should have realised it was bound to pour the moment they got away from places where they could easily seek shelter as a group. So of course, forced to be the gentleman that his parents had raised him to be, and perfectly aware of the looks he’d receive if he refused to… Nathaniel had passed the sole umbrella they shared to the girls and allowed them to use it to shield themselves from the freezing rain. Now here the trio were, battling their way through the rushing crowds in some desperate effort to find a shop that would harbour them in until the storm had passed. 

It was as he searched the streets that he was able to pluck a familiar face from the crowds, a gentleman he’d befriended at a gala a few weeks back and had for once been highly impressed with a newcomer. He suddenly felt the desire to greet the man, he would be passing straight by him, it would simply be rude if he didn’t at least acknowledge the man’s presence. As the man came into hearing distance of the trio, he called across the rapidly thinning crowd with an amiable grin upon his face.

"Daniel? Daniel!”

                    Carmine hues blink in confusion upon being addressed as 'Daniel'. That's you, his mind says to him, your alias. Respond. A calm smiles passes through him, shadowing the brief confusion upon his features at being addressed by such a name. The man turns his head, quirking a brow at how soaked the other seemed. Had he not an umbrella? Dantalion had brought one of his own, having never been the sort of man who enjoyed water ( though that in itself was due to a traumatic experience ). Dantalion had returned from visiting an acquaintance in regards to protection matters of certain areas. The business itself had been vague and not one that should have been pressed into detail. The conversation itself had been of demonic origin and it was hardly as if he could inform the man that he, himself, was indeed a demon--a creature of sin and the night as they tempted people to commit heinous, criminal acts. Except, Dantalion did not actually drive people into temptation, merely being a political figure in the underworld's politics.

                    "Hello--" Dantalion grants the man a smile before approaching him. It was with dim recollection the memory of having met him resurfaced. The two having joked around a bit and Dantalion having demonstrated some of his fire powers ( passing them off as an illusion ). Nathaniel ( that was his name, was it not? ) had seemed interesting enough and had seemed more tolerable than any other humans he had encountered, as of late. "I see you're enjoying yourself in the rain?" he jests, offering the other to go beneath his umbrella.

[winged-gentleman]

Average Day In The Palace

Ace/Dove: Oh god I imagine Dove rolling Ace up into a blanket to keep her in place when she's sick, and she wiggles away yelling "YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME"

Claire: PFFFFT and Elle and Christine just step over her

Ace/Dove: nose in their books because Lucifer is making them study so hard they have no time not to study

Claire: yessss they only break from studying when Lucifer suddenly jumps them with a foil and demands they fence him or get stabbed

Ace/Dove: And Dove meanwhile casually picks up the Ace-rpillar, hoists her over his shoulder and walks back to the bedroom, disregarding the others

Claire: And there's just teenage girls screaming as they try to avoid being stabbed

Ace/Dove: And Lucifer's mad laughter

Claire: the occassional "THINK FAST" "-SCREAMS-"

Ace/Dove: And then Elle and Christine's parents get a letter meanwhile that everything's nice and peaceful and they're studying hard

Ace/Dove: Imagine Amael coming back home to this chaos though

Claire: "MOM STOP TRYING TO KILL MY FRIENDS."

Bonus

Claire: Imagine in the middle of the night the girls being nudged awake and quizzed on stuff

Claire: then just "WRONG ANSWER" -BRANDISHES FOIL- "UGGGGGH."

Ace/Dove: Lucifer, calm down I s2g

[1sqftoffluffle]

Heeeeey Aro…… thaaaanks for the druuuugs……

[dereliquet]

Once in an eternity a gargoyle would be lucky to be summoned from it’s slumber, sought out to protect the house of God from any form of evil that dared to try and enter into the sacred ground. Some may never be awoken, left to stand guard in stone casing one the outside of churches until the building itself crumbled to the ground and took them with it. A great surprise was bestowed on the gargoyle this day, her once cold skin suddenly warming with life; the ragged stone that once was called her skin turning to a soft pearl. Dark wings twitched and writhed as life returned to them, centuries of dust and plant life spring from them as they shook free of past restraints. Finally old eyes dragged open, flecks of dust and rubble flying from them as she took in her surroundings. 

It was night. Most good people would be safely tucked up in their beds, only those with darkened hearts lurked amongst the shadows of the night, avoiding the sobering light of the moon for fear of detection. The gargoyle knew why she had been awoken, something unholy was prowling were it did not belong; it was her job to remove the impurity. Scouring her surroundings, she spotted a creature heading for the entrance of the church, seemingly unaware of the guards that stood present. A quick leap was given, her landing slightly less graceful than anticipated, a little wobble being given as she settled on unsteady legs. Straightening up, she addressed the intruder with a fierce gaze, wings spread out as a method of intimidation as she finally spoke in a hiss;

"You do not belong here."

                    "Oh, how harsh--" A fanged grin is shot in the gargoyle's direction. The man only regards her briefly as he quietly speaks numbers beneath his breath. He hadn't interest in church, only there to scan for a certain aura he desired to track. It came to him as no surprise to encounter it within the church, though the thing--the angel--was not supposed to be within the area and posed a threat towards his charge. It should have come to him as no surprise the damned thing had decided to awaken one of the stone guards to delay his entrance. Though, he does not express outright annoyance, merely swearing profusely within his ephemeral where such vulgarity lay safe and not to be uncovered. The demon merely approaches the church doors and enters, halfheartedly closing the heavy doors upon the woman, a playful tune whistled as he does so. 

                    Did that poor thing honestly think she could stop him? He snorts in contempt at the mere notion of such foolishness and proceeds towards the altar, intelligent crimson oculars seeking a stronger aura. He did not give himself so terribly long until the woman burst through the doors and confronted him. Though it was evident she was not an experienced gargoyle, though only a handful were, truthfully. He foresaw no complications in dealing with her other than the fact she was an irrefutable nuisance to his cause. Of course, if he spoke, claiming an angel was attempting to murder something he was protecting it would be called false and he would be swiftly engaged in combat from there. Though, his curiosity had piqued at the notion. She was young and he was protecting something from an angel for the good of the child's health, so perhaps it would have been believable and would get him out faster. With that in mind he opens the doors with the flick of a wrist, bracing himself for impact. Normally he would have fought though he had places to be and people to confront and this gargoyle was most certainly not on his agenda.