"Ok... Hurry Back! I just hope that your mom won't find out! Oh wait! If you see a blob can you make sure that It didn't eat anything? Your mom instructed me to keep an eye on it."

Hannah nodded before ducking out of the portrait, starting down the hall whilst swaying a little. She wasn’t used to being this tall quite just yet.

After a few moments, she paused by the aforementioned gelatinous blob, which was slowly making its way down the hall towards the library. If one squinted, one could see the outlines of several objects it had rolled over and sucked into its body. 

Chasing after it, Hannah plunged her hand into the blob before hurriedly jerking as many objects as she could carry out of the blob, a few of them trailing strands of iridescent green slime. Shuddering, she dumped the loose objects into a vase before watching the blob slither down the hall and out of sight.

A few minutes later, Hannah had returned with a box of crackers. “Back.”

Caitlin’s favorite dress/appearance from the 1800s.

Caitlin’s favorite dress/appearance from the 1800s.

July 31 2014, 09:02 PM   •   1 note
did you and ghost host do the nasty in the closet?
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*stares, then slowly turns bright blue* Why—why should I be telling you that?!

They totally did it.

—Victor!

What? Don’t deny it, you two were totally going at it in the closet on the second floor! 

NO WE WEREN’T! UGH! *storms out of the room, pulling her collar up to hide her blushing face*

That just proves my point even more! *snickers and watches the embarrassed butler flee the room*

July 30 2014, 02:50 PM   •   3 notes
"Doriiiii, I'm boooooored." Victor flopped next to the Master on the couch, blowing a stream of air towards his bangs. "There's nothing left to file!"

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butlerofthemansion:

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Ethereal or not, Victor’s sudden presence crushed down the cushions on one end, fluffing up the other side. Now sitting a couple of inches higher, Dorian lowered his volume of Bleach to look over at the Mansion’s accountant.

"There’s always fencing… Chess… Those are my two favorites, anyway. We could go to the music room for a bit and practice. We haven’t had a jam session in a while."

"Mmm…" He tightened his ponytail. "I’m all for chess. First person that wins gets ten dollars in spare change." (He’d been collecting change for weeks. You could say Victor’d accumulated a small fortune in change.)

Dorian closed his book. “All right then. Challenge accepted.” He stood up, index finger pointed to the ceiling. Lightning flashed dramatically. “To the game room!”

Fifteen minutes later, Dorian stared glumly at the board, chin on the table. “Who could have taken all of the bishops? And the Queens? Someone left a pewter iron in the box. Time for a plan B, old sport.”

Victor glanced at the pile of Dorian’s overtaken chess pieces, which was significantly larger than his, before grinning. “Dorian, my dear, I think you’ve just lost all hope of getting ten bucks in change.” Moving one of his knights, he leaned back in his seat. “Check.”

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She looked at hannah. "What are we gonna do?!"

Pausing in thought, Hannah pushed herself to her feet, yelping a bit when her legs started sinking through the floor. “You stay. I’ll go get somethin’ for you to eat.”

"Doriiiii, I'm boooooored." Victor flopped next to the Master on the couch, blowing a stream of air towards his bangs. "There's nothing left to file!"

asktheghosthost:

Ethereal or not, Victor’s sudden presence crushed down the cushions on one end, fluffing up the other side. Now sitting a couple of inches higher, Dorian lowered his volume of Bleach to look over at the Mansion’s accountant.

"There’s always fencing… Chess… Those are my two favorites, anyway. We could go to the music room for a bit and practice. We haven’t had a jam session in a while."

"Mmm…" He tightened his ponytail. "I’m all for chess. First person that wins gets ten dollars in spare change." (He’d been collecting change for weeks. You could say Victor’d accumulated a small fortune in change.)

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"How do you spell love?"-Beau

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the-waiting-bride:

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the-waiting-bride:

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the-waiting-bride:

"In French monsieur?"

He looked up at her, then back down at his desk, then to her. “I was going for English, but French would add some class and disguise the fact I had a brain fluff while writing Ms. Caitlin a letter. For some reason, I kept suspecting there was a ‘u’ in there. However, I think I’ll make this thing poetic and fling in some random French. So yes, please. ‘Love’ in French. How d’you spell it?” He held his pen up, poised and ready.

Melanie laughed lightly. “In English is it L-O-V-E and in French for  A-M-O-U-R. I hope that helped you?” She hummed and sat down across from him.” So you’re writing her a love letter are you?” She grinned. “I always liked getting love letters, well when they were from one person, unsolicited ones are rather…uncomfortable.”

"Very much so, my dear! Not only do you have the voice of an angel, but the kindness of one as well." He began jotting across the parchment. A purple blush tinted his blue cheeks and he smiled. "A little surprise I’m going to slip into the broom closet for her to find as she goes about her tasks." He grimaced. "Unwanted affection isn’t affection at all. Fortunately, Lady Caiti and I are quite smitten with one another…. Very smitten. Tremendously smitten. Twitterpatted, even.”

His letter finished, he carefully folded it, slid it into an envelope, and sealed it. “Now to find a good hiding spot for my little note,” he said with a wink.

"I am glad it helped!" She grinned looking at him. "Surprise love letters are always the best I think. My first one from Jean-Pierre was one. He’s not." She pursed her lips thinking for a moment. "Good with writing, he dictated to a friend, still I thought it was the sweetest thing that he wanted to send me one."
She  kicked her legs lightly. ” Oh, I know it isn’t affection, it’s quite creepy actually.” Laughing lightly she nodded. “Well I am very happy you are quite smitten, very smitten, tremendously smitten, twitterpatted, even with mademoiselle Caitlin.” 
Nodding she looked to him. “No where she puts water is a good start on where not to put it.” She supplied helpfully.” Oh! And I have a letter from mere to mademoiselle Eulalie, can you pass it along?” She held out an envelope to him wit Eulalie written in tidy script on it. ” Mere had some business to attend to in town today so I’m playing messenger.”

He quirked a brow in curiosity, but said nothing other than, “Mistress Martha can count on me.” Taking the note, he tucked it into his back pocket. “I’ll slip it under sissy’s door.

"Caitlin’s, then, shall go in… the linen closet. And I’ll get a rose from Dorian’s garden to go with it." Springing up, he gave Melanie a salute. "Thank you for all of your help, Miss Melanie. Hm hm, six feet under in your debt again, it seems. Don’t hesitate to ring should you need anything." With a wink and a bow, he vanished.

Between some towels, an envelope addressed to My Lady Caiti was tucked, It was partnered with a couple of flowers. They served as cliche illustration for the poem within:

Roses are red,
Violets are boo blue.
I’m dead,
And so are you.

Dearest departed amour,
I’ll treat you to a fright.
Meet you in the broom closet
After closing tonight ;)

Not more than two hours later, Caitlin had already entered the broom closet where Beau’s… interesting love letter had been hidden. Pulling a couple of towels from the rack, she glanced at the letter and roses that had been stashed between the towels.

"Huh, that’s weird… what’s this doing in here?"

Setting the towels aside, she opened the letter upon discovering it was addressed to her - the woman had a sneaking suspicion she knew who it was from. “Let’s see what’s in here…”

She stopped cold.

And stared.

Flushing bright blue, she hurriedly folded up the letter before stuffing it inside her vest, tucking one of the dethorned roses inside her vest lapels before taking the other and carrying it out of the closet with the towels.

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rosalui:

this is the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black do nOT FUCKING ARGUE WITH ME

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comicshans:

supervillan skeleton

comicshans:

supervillan skeleton

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