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5:53am July 31, 2014

kingtriton:

toxicrants:

(Kougan-no Akuma) Crimson-eyed Devil Jade-Chan

That is a strangely well matching description for one of these things.

Lucky Sweetie Colleen-chan!

Super idol-sama

5:51am July 31, 2014
asktheredreaper asked: Well looks like you had a barrel of fun last night, dear... (shhh, I'm pretending to be asleep but I never actually got off tumblr)

jade-younge:

asktheredreaper:

jade-younge:

Your character finds a hickey on my character’s neck. How does your muse react?

"Oh you know it, darling. Since you’ve been skimping on our deal." She gave him a playful wink and a grin. 

"Oh really?" he smirked widely as he held her hand tight. It seemed that the two of them were keen on arm-wrestling by the position of their hands, and perhaps the two of them were battling, in a sense…

Though the movement was slow, surely it was sudden for the both of them, as no one could have predicted it. But there he was, leaning forward then, when he suddenly captured her lips in his. The action was deep and slow, but it surely was not a lover’s kiss. It was fierce, it was harsh, it was violent, it was fiery and ablaze as he fought to win whatever sort of battle they had engaged in. He held her hand tight as he moved in closer still, moving against her, as though this was war between lips, locked in battle.

It was surely a kiss to shut one up, this was certain.

"Yes, rea—. Unf!" 

Though he kept a firm grip on one hand, her other was still free. As he pressed against her, the free hand gripped at his tie, pulling him down closer to her. The thrill from before lanced up her spine, goosebumps returning all over her body this time.

The knowledge that he could in fact hurt her just made it that more exhilarating. That was probably why she felt so inclined to tease him as much as she did; the danger that he presented. And if he hurt her, she probably wouldn’t even care.

Releasing his tie, her free hand moved around to the back of his neck to keep him close. Even if she knew he wasn’t serious in this, didn’t care for her in any sort of way than entertainment, at least she could enjoy the moment.

Dear God what fun! There was exhilaration, utter child-like joy shivering his very core—his very bones!

He tasted her youth, and how wonderful it was, it was wild! It was screaming out and running about, that wonderful youth that even he had now lost.

It was electrifying!

As Grell felt her pull in closer, he did as well, letting go of her hand and simply holding onto her tight, gripping and ripping at her soft, yellow and violet hair as he dug into her back through the tough cloth of her vest. He tore at her gentle lip that he had seized and claimed as his own.

Grell had been infected with youth as well!

5:42am July 31, 2014

Masquerade—CLOSED

obsidian-anger:

asktheredreaper:

Red Death was silent for a moment, unsure of what actions to take next. They were now caught up in the age old question….

Truth or Bull?

"And how would I know if you’re not lying, eh?” he questioned, still keeping the knife at the man’s throat, “Why should I believe you of all people?”

In a sudden movement, the redhead jammed his knee up into the man’s groin, feeling a satisfying squish against it.

"Answer me right, because there’s more where that came from!"

He waited for what was to come next and of course it would be painful since everything seemed to be that way with the other, but he hoped he would believe the words he had said because sadly most of it was true.

❝Take off my vest there is a recorder and a tracker attached to the inside.. It links to our office which means they have heard everything and know where we are.. They also know your name now.

Opening his mouth to speak, he only inhaled sharply at the next level of pain that the maniac seemed to deliver to him without valid reasoning.

❝Because I knew from the beginning.. And yet I said nothing I could have disposed of you before this happened and I didn’t. I could have killed you earlier and I let it get to this point.. ❞

My name…?

Red Death simply stared at the other man, running a gentler hand across his chest now. He felt a vest indeed under there, and surely his knife wouldn’t stab through it.

Pity he didn’t have a gun. But he rather despised guns anyhow. The death was impersonal, without passion, without feeling. It was cold, like slaughtering an animal rather than killing a man.

A living, thinking human being deserved more respect than being faced with the barrel of a gun.

A human life was worth so much, why couldn’t a killer take his time in stealing one?

To taste it…

But now as he ran his hand over the chest once more, he felt for something else. He felt for a heartbeat, something human, not cold. Something alive and thinking and feeling, something that could be killed. Under this bulky vest of course, there was hardly any to be found, so he turned to the man’s neck, feeling for a pulse-point to assure him that there was value to this body before him. After a moment, he found it, touching a gentler finger against it to simply feel the beating pulse. And as he did so, he stared still, with wide-blue eyes, at this man with his sharp green. He searched for a soul, the one he needed to hang on to when he ended a life.

"You’ve got such…such beautiful eyes…" he breathed aloud.

Suddenly, he pulled the man in closer, locking his lips onto the other’s, kissing fiercely, violently, with such passion, such fire, and all the passion he wanted to kill the man with!

He pulled away at last, with bated breath and trembling hands.

I want to kill you!

Though instead, he simply smiled back at him, exhausted.

"You may know one name," he began in a pant, "But do you know my others?”

And at that moment, he suddenly dug the knife into the man’s shoulder again, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, before he took off, jumping off the balcony and taking off into the night.

Thank God I’ve got a stage name!

Who would suspect a cherished actor after all?

He stood a moment in the dark, touching his face and breathing a sigh of relief when he felt his mask to still be there, concealing his identity.

Now to business… he thought as he pulled out his mobile phone, quickly texting Ralphie to run like a bat out of Hell.

5:22am July 31, 2014
asktheredreaper asked: Well looks like you had a barrel of fun last night, dear... (shhh, I'm pretending to be asleep but I never actually got off tumblr)

jade-younge:

asktheredreaper:

jade-younge:

Your character finds a hickey on my character’s neck. How does your muse react?

"Oh you know it, darling. Since you’ve been skimping on our deal." She gave him a playful wink and a grin. 

He unconsciously nuzzled against her touch, following it until her hand was out of reach.

"A reason for intimacy…" he hummed as he sat back, a glimmer of a smile upon his features, playing upon his lips, "Well you’ve got me there…of course you do tend to get intimate enough when we pass in the hall.”

He turned around in his chair and simpered back at her, reaching out to touch her hand, “Ah well, who shall ever know what that mouth of yours is for?” Red Death sighed dramatically as he brought the hand close to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her knuckle.

"But personally, I believe it’s main purpose is to blow hot air…"

Her fingers tightened against his palm, “I only get intimate when we pass in the hall if there’s a fawning lass around, as you know, my dear.” Turning his hand over, she pushed the cuff of his shirt up and kissed the pulse-point in his wrist. 

Pulling it back down just as quickly, she laughed at herself, though she kept a hold of his hand. “Believe what you wish, mo ardaigh beagbut the fact remains that if you ever want me to quiet down all you have to do kiss me silly.”

Too bad for the both of them, that would probably never happen.

"Oh really?" he smirked widely as he held her hand tight. It seemed that the two of them were keen on arm-wrestling by the position of their hands, and perhaps the two of them were battling, in a sense…

Though the movement was slow, surely it was sudden for the both of them, as no one could have predicted it. But there he was, leaning forward then, when he suddenly captured her lips in his. The action was deep and slow, but it surely was not a lover’s kiss. It was fierce, it was harsh, it was violent, it was fiery and ablaze as he fought to win whatever sort of battle they had engaged in. He held her hand tight as he moved in closer still, moving against her, as though this was war between lips, locked in battle.

It was surely a kiss to shut one up, this was certain.

5:09am July 31, 2014

Masquerade—CLOSED

obsidian-anger:

asktheredreaper:

Red Death smiled cruelly, the sliver of a smile glimmering by the light of the moon and the sweet, night air.

But of romance, what did he care?

What did this cold bastard mean to him at all? With looks that can appall from such a handsome face.

How wonderful he looks now as he drips bright red!

And still those gasps of pain did make him shudder, make his heart flutter, and he needed more!

"Oh God just scream for me!”

But then the man had a remark…

"Information?" he asked, "What sort of information do you have then?"

He darted the knife at his neck, nicking a bit of skin, but he stayed it there as a warning.

"Tell me something good, detective," he snarled, "or I’ll send this down your throat…."

What more could he do? 

He needed to lie his way out of this and do anything that would possibly save him from the knife though the blade seemed to be unavoidable.

Shifting, he used one foot to force one shoe off, but carefully so hopefully the other would not notice.

❝N-No..❞ 

Gritting his teeth, he shrugged his brain no longer caring for the knife or the blood that stained the ground beneath his feet.

❝I know… When reinforcements are coming  and who they want to kill first… Which routes they will take and what hidden cameras they have set up..

❝If you kill me, you set off a bomb.. They are watching you.. And recording everything you say❞

❝You are dead… And I  won’t save you.. Piece of shit❞

Red Death was silent for a moment, unsure of what actions to take next. They were now caught up in the age old question….

Truth or Bull?

"And how would I know if you’re not lying, eh?” he questioned, still keeping the knife at the man’s throat, “Why should I believe you of all people?”

In a sudden movement, the redhead jammed his knee up into the man’s groin, feeling a satisfying squish against it.

"Answer me right, because there’s more where that came from!"

5:03am July 31, 2014
asktheredreaper asked: Well looks like you had a barrel of fun last night, dear... (shhh, I'm pretending to be asleep but I never actually got off tumblr)

jade-younge:

asktheredreaper:

jade-younge:

Your character finds a hickey on my character’s neck. How does your muse react?

"Oh you know it, darling. Since you’ve been skimping on our deal." She gave him a playful wink and a grin. 

He gave a little shrug, “I suppose that is true,” he considered, wincing a bit as she detangled another spot in his hair.

As the lass winked at him, Grell suddenly flicked out his tongue at her, as if he fancied himself as a snake.

"Why thank you, dear," he chuckled softly, "And you’ve certainly got a mouth as well…though whether it is for intimacy or simply blowing hot air is anyone’s guess….”

"Well, if you were to give me a reason for more intimacy then I wouldn’t blow so much hot air," she clucked. Leaning back up, she couldn’t help but laugh. The image of his tongue flicking through the air like a snake catching a scent would forever be burned into her mind.

Finishing off on the final braid, she brushed the back of her finger along his jaw in an almost loving manner. Walking around the back of his chair again, she cleaned out the brush, returning it to the desk drawer. 

He unconsciously nuzzled against her touch, following it until her hand was out of reach.

"A reason for intimacy…" he hummed as he sat back, a glimmer of a smile upon his features, playing upon his lips, "Well you’ve got me there…of course you do tend to get intimate enough when we pass in the hall.”

He turned around in his chair and simpered back at her, reaching out to touch her hand, “Ah well, who shall ever know what that mouth of yours is for?” Red Death sighed dramatically as he brought the hand close to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her knuckle.

"But personally, I believe it’s main purpose is to blow hot air…"

4:49am July 31, 2014

grell-slut-cliff:

4:45am July 31, 2014

I should like sleep yo

4:45am July 31, 2014
asktheredreaper asked: Well looks like you had a barrel of fun last night, dear... (shhh, I'm pretending to be asleep but I never actually got off tumblr)

jade-younge:

asktheredreaper:

jade-younge:

Your character finds a hickey on my character’s neck. How does your muse react?

"Oh you know it, darling. Since you’ve been skimping on our deal." She gave him a playful wink and a grin. 

"Well, why should I lie to you as well, Ms. Younge?" he responded without missing a beat, no longer lamenting for his trampled sensibilities. He gave a little chuckle, pondering over whether or not he should add to this statement…

But why on earth not, since they seemed to tease each other so quite often?

Why not intrude upon the lady’s sensibilities as well?

"You’ve had enough investigation of my mouth by now, haven’t you? Surely you know that I’ve got the tongue for it…”

Finishing off with another braid, the blonde reaper nearly fell over at the comment as she moved around, spinning the chair so she could move to his right side. It wasn’t shock that nearly made her fall over, but rather, amusement. 

To continue with their teasing, or to just let him have this round? Decisions, decisions.

Pulling the brush from her back pocket again, Jade began to brush out another small tangle, being careful not to pull too hard. “Why not lie to me? Our agreement doesn’t specify that you can’t if it suits your fancy.” 

Giving a light shrug, she once again put the brush in her back pocket, leaning down a little bit and giving him a wink. “You most certainly do have the tongue for it, I will admit, and quite the lovely mouth. But that is neither here nor there.” 

He gave a little shrug, “I suppose that is true,” he considered, wincing a bit as she detangled another spot in his hair.

As the lass winked at him, Grell suddenly flicked out his tongue at her, as if he fancied himself as a snake.

"Why thank you, dear," he chuckled softly, "And you’ve certainly got a mouth as well…though whether it is for intimacy or simply blowing hot air is anyone’s guess….”

4:37am July 31, 2014
asktheredreaper asked: "I want to hear you sing." (to sebastian)

thosemichaelismen:

asktheredreaper:

thosemichaelismen:

"Sing? Although I always hum as I do my cleaning duties.. Why should I sing, Sutcliff?"

oh my god that was terribly out of character I’m so sorry

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"Well…you’re a demon, and therefore good at everything. So why not give it a go, my dear Bassy? I want to know what you sound like…”

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"Why? Are you afraid? Is it because you are a soprano?”

hush hush you’re fineee

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Sebastian watched the reaper for a moment then sighed turning back to his work, singing a slow song.

He listened to the voice carefully. It was a nice tone, sweet and high, though he seemed to fear the falsetto. It was quite alright despite this, as it had a lulling quality to it, the tone soft and careful.

"You do sound wonderful," he remarked, "No need to fear the falsetto, of course," the grim reaper tittered, "Doesn’t make you any less of  a man."