On The Orders Of Their Respective Masters, Sebastian And Claude Perform The Song "Anything You Can Do,

Picrew!Ciel

https://picrew.me/share?cd=SNONrWSJb2

So, I tried to make Ciel Phantomhive in Picrew. He’s a sad boi..

Oh my Sebastian, it’s beautiful! These two are honestly the best!

(cries in futari no harmony)

Randall: My Queen, with all due respect, Ciel clearly doesn’t believe what he’s saying. He’s just playing devil’s advocate.

Ciel: Am not.

Randall: You’re literally advocating for the devil. Like, Sebastian is standing right there.

Ciel: *puts a sheet over Sebastian*

Randall: Queen Victoria, he covered Sebastian with a sheet.

Queen: Ciel, please remove the sheet.

Ciel: *removes the sheet, Sebastian has disappeared*

Queen: *clapping*

Randall: *angry but clapping*

ARE YOU NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT CIEL IS BASICALLY PRETENDING TO BE SNOW WHITE IN THE BACKGROUND--

If it wouldn’t immediately embarrass me, I would request this image on a sheet cake, one because the flowers look like bad frosting designs already and two because then I could rearrange Sebastian’s face with a knife

My brain upon seeing this: STEAMPUNK AU FANFICTION!

Me, who actually lowkey hates steampunk: but--

My brain: DO IT!

Me: OKAY OKAY--

Steampunk Ciel

This might be my favorite picture I've drawn of Ciel so far.

NULL, I LOVE IT XDDDDDDDD

My favourite scene from Campania! Sebastian’s initial confusion when Ciel pushes him off gets me every time!

The “wrong again, asshole” thing made me bust out laughing 🤣

new headcanon that Sebastian was bad at picking up Ciel for a while because the correct way to hold a cat is nearly exactly the opposite of the correct way to hold a human, and Sebastian is like “Stick head in hip? Hold out from body by stomach? Throw over shoulder like potato-sack?” and Ciel’s like “wrong again, asshole” while kicking Seb in the face

“Sebastian, I can see you’re stressed. You’re pouring milk into the dehumidifier “

“Ah shit”

^^^^^

THIS

THIS MADE ME LAUGH

Gaylebastian part 7

Sebastian: All right, Ciel, everything’s looking good for the luncheon today. I have some real heavy hitter’s for my bull pen. I’m talking grapes the size of B-cups, a ham roast that could feed a lion pride for a calendar month. I’ve got a calzone that’s so big, it registered as a passenger in my car and the unbuckled seatbelt alarm kept going off, so I had to buckle it in and then live with the shame of looking like a calzone chauffeur

Sebastian: The one thing that isn’t complete is my pièce de résistance, the dessert: my golden-brown crusted, piping-hot, jacked-up apple pie. The only way I can achieve the crunchiest, crispiest crust is if I cook it ten minutes before company arrives. So I’m leaving it till the last minute

Ciel: Sebastian, I can see you’re stressed. You’re pouring milk into the dehumidifier

Sebastian: Ah shit

Sebastian: Look, it doesn’t matter. We can’t cook this baby until ten minutes before company arrives, because I’m serving this thing PIPIN’ HOT

Ciel: Don’t you think that’s cutting it a little close?

Sebastian: I’m an adrenaline junkie, son, I need the rush, but I’ll admit these are stressful times

— the next day on the ride to school —

Ciel: So are we just not gonna talk about your luncheon—

Sebastian: My luncheon was terrific.

Ciel: You can’t be serious

Sebastian: I think my luncheon was lovely, son.

Ciel: I heard you describing it to Agni as “elegant and fun”—

Sebastian: Elegant and fun, that’s correct, which it was. Wouldn’t you say it was elegant and fun?

Ciel: Which part, when you screamed “I’m simply one hell of a host” while juggling all of our knives, or when you let forty-six of your cats swarm the dining room?

Sebastian: 

Sebastian: Both

Ciel: Also, remind me, why is the Bose player in the back seat?

Sebastian: … I need to get it repaired at media services after I drop you off

Ciel: Mhm. And how did it break?

Sebastian: The volume… somehow got… maxed out or something. I don’t really know

Ciel: Uh-huh. Might that have been from you blaring Andrea Bocelli at the maximum volume for upwards of seven minutes?

Sebastian: Oh look, it’s your school. Have a smart day, son

Ciel: Yeah, bye

*SLAMS THE REBLOG BUTTON SO HARD*

YES YES YES YES YES

MY BLOG DESERVES THIS AWESOME CROSSOVER

(mainly because my blog literally is a mix of “Kuroshitsuji” and “Goofy Goober”, I mean..) ALSO I WANT TO SEE THIS IRL, LIKE, AS A CARTOON XD

(they should do a parody episode like this)

Who lives in a manor under the sea?

Do better. :c

twisted wonderland as cakes

(sender is on the left and recipient is on the right if that wasn't clear)