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HI, you yes you 🫵🫵
I’m a MHA, MHUR, JJK and Kuroshitsuji fan and I wanna make online friends that like some of those too. I’ll make a pinned post to describe more about myself but I really wanna make more friends my age range (15-18)
I type in caps a lot in DM’s, it just seems less dry. Anyways, I only use two different socials to add online friends— Tumblr and Discord, since my others have my face in them I don’t give them out anymore🥴👍
About me<3
Introduction?!? 😱
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Hihi! This is just a little about me incase anyone wants to be my moot!
My names Cass, or you can call me Cece (a self given nickname👍). I’m fifteen! So please don’t DM me if you’re over nineteen or under fourteen!^.^
I play MHUR quite a bit.
Like I said, quite a bit (°▽°) I’m also a rapid Toga and Strike Dabi main, i for sure wanna main Ochako and Hawks more. That being said I’d also really love to make some friends who play MHUR, I’m not the greatest at it but I really wanna get some more friends on there >.<
I’ve got different mangas that I’m yet to read, but I keep wasting my money and buying more than I need(・Д・)
I enjoy a couple different anime’s— MHA, Kuroshitsuji, JJK, and Kotaro lives alone. I know it’s not a lot but it’s so hard for me to get into anime’s even if I wanna watch them, the second I start I just wanna do something else even if I wanna know whats gonna happen😭
Some characters I favour
MHA—
Dabi (Touya Todoroki)
Hawks (Keigo Takami)— I love him, he’s so babygirl coded
Mirko (Rumi Usagiyama)
Himiko toga
Ochako Ururaka
JJK-
Shoko Ieiri
Sukuna Ryomen
Utahime Iori
Choso Kamo
Yuji Itadori
Kuroshitsuji—
Vincent Phantomhive— sorry but he was SO fine.
Undertaker (Adrian Crevan)- I’ve always loved him, ever since I first watched.
Cheslock (from the Weston college arc)
Elizabeth Midford
Herman Greenhill (Weston college arc)
Some mangas I’ve got (none are full collections)—
Kuroshitsuji
Death Note
MHA
Kirby Mania
JJK
And some more<3
Im not really big on shipping but here’s some of the ships I think are cute—
Togachako
IzuOcha
MiruHawks
DabiHawks
Sukugo
Shoko X me.
Anyways, if you have any questions my inbox is open!<3 feel free to send in something there— or in dms<3
I love how all artists have this collective desire to make our ocs suffer
Here is my contribution for the Sieglinde x Sebastian rarepair
AGHHHH THEY'RE SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEE
HELLO?!???!?!?!?!
𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : edward midford, soma, platonic!joanne harcourt
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : you surprise your boyfriend with a smothering of kisses/platonic! you surprise your brother with a visit/hug
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : slightly suggestive obv minus joanne’s, mentions of anxiety
𝐚/𝐧 : love the phantom five boys! this idea is from @dior-luxury ‘s series with the twst characters. i highly recommend that you check it out! please enjoy. :)
𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃
Hot. That was the only word to describe the temperatures of June 4th, 1889. The sun rays beaming brightly down on your skin for the past few hours left you lightheaded, the abundance of layers that built up your attire only causing you more distress. But, you still needed to achieve your goal for the day; surprising your beloved.
You were lucky his prefect was so understanding of your request to visit him before his match against the Sapphire Owl house, him taking it as you delivering a good luck charm to the lad. A good luck charm? One supposes it could be. An ambush? Most definitely.
A creak in the floorboards of the locker rooms echoed as you crouched behind a set of wooden lockers, your eyes trained on Edward as he walked all on his lonesome to grab a sweat rag from his locker. His eyes were trained on the path in front of him, a determined gleam radiating off of them as his steps thunked across the room. His heart was dead set on winning, wishing to make his sister as well as you proud. So, he would make sure to play at his top performance.
As your beloved remained deep in thought, rummaging through his belongings with haste, you stepped out from your hiding spot behind the lockers.
Without even giving the boy time to think, your hand quickly gripped onto his wrist, dragging him into the nearest storage closet.
Edward’s eyes widened with alarm, immediately finding it difficult to adjust to the darkness in the room. His hands felt around for something to hold onto, perhaps the door handle so he could make a hasty escape from his perpetrator. However, he was met with a soft texture. This was no type of wood, or cricket paddle, it was a cloth of high quality material. Soon after, the scent of something, more accurately, someone familiar met his nose.
“[Name]? What are you doing—“
You did not give him time to finish his sentence before you cupped his cheeks, placing an eager kiss on his lips.
It was no simple kiss; it contained the passion, adoration, and longing star-crossed lovers shared when finally meeting. Many months had passed since you had last seen your Edward in person, and letters simply were not enough to regale your adoration to him. The emotion within your shared embrace was telling of your yearning, and he could not help but be consumed by it.
Arms wrapped around your waist in an attempt to ground himself, his wide, emerald eyes, blinking rapidly as he took in the sight of you. “Bloody—“, he sputtered, before being silenced by another kiss.
Numerous kisses were then placed on Edward’s body; one on his nose, two on his cheeks flushed with red, then one on his neck. You did not want to stop; you were practically radiating with the tenderness and warmth you had missed giving your beloved. His flustered protests went ignored by you as you pressed more and more gentle, passionate kisses along his pale skin. A growing feeling in his stomach kept growing, like butterflies that would flutter in a garden. It made him feel like he was going to melt into a pile of mush simply from your affection.
Finally, one last kiss was placed upon his lips where your assault had begun. You then raised your hands to cup his cheeks once again, brushing away the blonde pieces of hair that framed his face. Soon enough, his hands raised to steady the gentle hold you had on him and his face lowered, allowing you to lean your forehead against his.
“This is highly inappropriate,” he mumbled, eyes intent on looking into yours despite the uneven beating of his heart.
You smiled cheekily, playfully pinching his cheek. “You seem to be enjoying it though, my knight.”
Edward released his hands from your grip, confidentially placing his hand in your own to lead you out of the darkened closet. The lad still had a game to win, after all. “How in the world did you even get back here?” He questioned as he guided you.
“I told your prefect that you’re my fiancé. He was more than willing to let me in.”
His eyes widened with fear, already sensing the onslaught of questions from his housemates. “WHAT—?” He nervously shouted, though it sounded more like the screech of a banshee.
You slyly smirked behind your gloved hand. “By the by, he expects an explanation as to why you did not tell him about me during the celebration later this evening.”
“You are bloody lucky that I’ve missed you.”
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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀
Soma’s time spent at Weston College had been one of the best experiences of his life in England— an entertaining game of cricket, enjoying a large slice of chicken meat pie, and being able to celebrate his good friend's victory with a party created unforgettable memories. Unforgettable is more of an umbrella term for his feelings, even the more painful aspects of his adventures were precious to him; such as his yearning for you whilst apart.
Yearning is agonizing, yet it makes the heart grow fonder. The amount of love and sweetness that dripped into the ink he used to write his letters to you was immense, nearly overflowing. He spoke of his new friends, his studies, and his secret, not so secret, mission for the Earl Phantomhive; but every letter without fail contained heartfelt words of a longing to embrace you again. Tears were brought to your eyes each time you received a letter, knowing deep down that he had more than likely placed a kiss on the seal before sending it off. It made you feel as if you were a young child again, dreaming of an extravagant future where an unexpected suitor swept you off your feet.
Prince Soma of Bengal simply had that effect on you.
So, when you finally caught sight of him at the celebration, you quickly grabbed his forearm and dragged him away from the festivities. It only took Soma a moment to realize who exactly had whisked him away. “[Name], just the person I wanted to see! How are you, my-” he laughed as you abruptly pressed him against a tree, stealing a kiss as you did so.
Your attack did not simply stop there, no, it continued for what felt like hours. Kisses were placed on his cheeks, then his forehead, and then suddenly his lips again; all gaining a deeper, gentle passion as you entangled your fingers in his dark plum locks. All the while, his hair was spilling out from its low-pony and his boater hat was nearly completely off his head. He was practically melting from your touch, consumed by the gratification he felt after receiving the affection he had been craving from you.
“Whoa, feeling bold are we?” He whispered against your lips, grinning happily as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
Now he was only encouraging your behavior. You pressed several more kisses onto his skin, scattering light kisses across his neck and along his long fingers. Finally, you placed your last kiss on his nose, gently holding one of his hands to cup your cheek. “Hello, my love.” you whispered, pressing deeper into your beloved's hand.
Soma returned the favor, pressing a quick peck on your temple. “Hi, sweets.”
Before he was able to pull back, you pressed closer to him, flushing your body against his. “I missed you.”
He was going to go crazy.
“I missed you more! It was so boring here without you. You know what’s amazing, I already learned all the subjects they teach here back at home in Bengal. I mean, you would be amazed by how easy it—” he whined before abruptly being interrupted by another onslaught of kisses.
Small chuckles came from the boy, slowly turning into full blown laughter. “Again? You flatter me, love!”
“Soma, stop giggling!” you groaned, pulling away from him.
He only giggled in response, pulling your waist closer so you couldn’t back away. “I can’t help it! Your kisses are so gentle that they tickle.”
A frown formed on your face as a heated staring contest was shared between you and the prince, neither winning nor losing in this particular debate. After all, he found you cute whether you were upset with him or not. “Don’t be embarrassed, I love it!”
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𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓
Excitement. There was no better word to describe how the shy boy from Scarlet Fox house was feeling. Today was going to be wonderful; a face off between friends, high stakes, and a thrilling game of cricket were waiting for him in just a few hours. The most exciting event of all, however, was none of these. It was finally being able to see you, his sibling, after so many months.
How he’d missed you, it was odd waking up in the morning without you and your older sisters at the breakfast table. Though, his mornings still contained just the right amount of lively chatter. But of course, it has not been the same without you.
Being a sibling is a privilege, and having good-hearted ones was an even bigger privilege. He had heard and read stories about siblings who would back-stab, manipulate, and abandon their siblings; but he never quite understood why. He had been lucky enough to have been born and allowed to grow up with good people around him, people who had already experienced the harshness of the world yet remained kind. That trait became something he admired; something he wished to be. And he can only believe what the people around him say, that he’s as kind as a summer breeze.
But some part of him wonders, is that really true?
Truthfully, he feels selfish even for asking that you make an appearance at his first cricket game. Selfish for asking you to carve out part of your day for him, and even more so for requesting you specifically. He can not help but feel as though he is asking for so much, yet he knows deep down he is asking for so little. He knows you will show up, but a seedling of doubt makes him believe you won’t. Such are the troubles that come from his anxiety.
Finally, it is his turn to throw the ball. His confidence is at its high, yet it wanes as he catches a glimpse of the crowd. Suddenly, his eyes are searching, scanning for any familiar faces, until finally they land on your family. You are quick to notice his stares in your direction, waving eagerly at him as you released a loud cheer for his team. You came, you really came!
A relieved smile spreads across his face, now fully focused on this game. He was going to make you proud. Until, a painful stabbing feeling was felt coming from his stomach.
Terrible. He feels terrible, and so dreadfully embarrassed. After being hauled off the field by one of the housemasters, Joanne was placed onto a bed in the infirmary. And even worse than that, his whole team had been disqualified due to the majority of them getting food poisoning. It was unfortunate, the chicken meat pie had been quite delicious.
A sigh left his lips as he rested on the white sheeted bed, a silence soon following as he was left with only himself and his thoughts. The scene of him falling to the ground in pain kept replaying in his mind, making his fingers twitch with discomfort. He then began counting three objects in the room, then three sounds he recognized, then three body parts that he could move; a method of calming down he had learned from you. But, it wasn’t enough to make the thoughts and images leave his mind.
That was the curse that was his anxiety.
Suddenly, two knocks on the door drew his attention. Then, shortly after, the door creaked open, revealing you on the other side holding a glass of water. Closing the door behind you, you entered the room and approached the bed your brother laid on.
His eyes widened, quickly adjusting his body into a sitting position. “[Name]?”
You smiled fondly, taking a seat in the wooden chair next to him. “Of course it is.”
You carefully handed the glass of water to your brother, making sure he would not drop it. Soon, he began taking small sips of water, which quelled his thirst. “How are you feeling, Jo?” you questioned, leaning back in your chair.
For a moment, you thought you caught a flash of a frown on his face. His hands fidgeted with his cup before he placed it on the side table next to him. “A little better, though my first cricket game did not go exactly as I had hoped.” he chuckled, attempting to hide the truth of his feelings.
However, it didn’t go unnoticed by you. You took a gentle grip of his hands, drawing his attention to something other than the memories of the last few hours. “It’s alright, dear. A little food poisoning might hurt you now, but I’m sure later you’ll laugh at the circumstance soon in the future.” you smiled.
It was such a simple yet true statement; that made it fact. The fact was he was going to enjoy a laugh about the incident with his new friends. The fact was he was going to forget the situation and remember it as a fond memory. The fact was he was going to be okay.
Joanne let it sit for a moment, took a deep breath in, and let it out. He let his body relax and focused on the good events that happened today. “I suppose you aren’t wrong. I still had a lot of fun playing against Phantomhive.” he muttered, a smile creeping up on his face.
“Is that the friend you wrote about in your letters?” Keeping his mind off the matter was a good thing, it kept him occupied. To your question, he gave you a single nod.
Your eyes widened for a moment, then you gave him a pat on the head. “I’m glad you’re making friends again.”
Joanne was a shy boy, not one to branch out or make himself known to the people around him. Him simply making the reach to make new friends was refreshing and exciting for him, it almost made you jealous.
Soon your arms wrapped around your brother, bringing him into a warm embrace. Feelings of longing and pride filled you, happy to be reunited with your dear brother once again. It nearly brought you to tears. “I’m so proud of you, Jo. You’ve grown so much, I almost fear I’m falling behind.” you whispered, adding a light chuckle towards the end of your words.
Joanne returned your hug, squeezing you tightly. He nuzzled into your shoulder, murmuring against your shoulder. “Don’t say that, [Name]. I think we’ve both changed in the months we’ve been apart, but I think our respect for each other hasn’t faltered a bit.”
Removing one of your hands from your embrace, you gently patted his hair. “You’re too sweet for your own good, truly.” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on the crown of his head.
Though it was not said with words, both of your actions wrote words of thanks.
Thank you for being here for me.
Thank you for worrying about me.
And thank you for being kind to me.
After a few more moments of silence, you removed yourself from the hug. A light grip was then placed on your brother's shoulders, bringing his attention to you once again. “Would you like to come sit with me on the lawn to watch the last match tomorrow? Your friends can join us.” you insisted.
Joanne’s eyes widened with shock at your suggestion. “Is that truly alright?”
Another smile spread across your face upon seeing his change of heart. “As long as your school’s rules don’t hold a tradition stating you’re not allowed to sit with your family.”
Joanne returned your smile with his own grin. “Lawn it is, then!” he happily exclaimed.
@𝐩𝐡𝐪𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 — ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.
some black butler as random posts to pass the time pt 2:
some black butler as random posts to pass the time:
Sebastian and a closeted!male s/o
𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖/ 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒/𝐎
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : headcanons
𝐚/𝐧 : ask and you shall receive! hope you enjoy anon! :)
𖤐 | Sebastian, quite frankly, could care less about what your sexuality is. A soul is a soul, and he happens to find yours reasonably pleasant. In his eyes, competence is what matters most. You were certainly more emotionally intelligent than your peers if you were able to decipher such an important part of yourself on your own. Better yet, to have the bravery to speak to him about such a matter.
𖤐 | He notices quite quickly of your tendencies. As a demon, he is rather observant of his surroundings so he can properly dispatch enemies for his master and perform at his top ability. Hence, he takes notice of your secretive nature when it came to your preferences. One instance was when you were gossiping with Mey-Rin when the conversation led to some “girl talk”, in other words discussing marriage, kids, and other topics that were answered with complicated responses. Your friend, of course, meant well with her whole heart, but the demon pulled you away after noticing you were becoming rather uncomfortable. Especially during the eighteen hundreds, being queer was looked down upon, so he understood your adamance on hiding who you were attracted to. Though, as stated before, he could care less about that.
𖤐 | He would drop a few hints that he is aware of your predicament, solely for his own amusement. A few jokes might be shared between the two of you, leaving you angrily frowning at him as he tries to remain composed. Or, he might randomly drop the knowledge that he knows how you are feeling then quickly run off to tend to his other duties. He likes to keep you guessing.
𖤐 | If he ever meets your family or friends, then he of course will not tell a soul about your predicament if you so wish. He will acknowledge the nervous twitches of your fingers, the careful thought that goes into your next words, your uneven breathing; there is little to nothing that he does not notice about how you interact with your family or friends. Being closeted about who you are may not necessarily be about how nice and supportive your loved ones are, or about how cruel they are; it might simply come from anxiety, a very natural feeling to have. No matter what the cause is, Sebastian will do his best to understand and support you, in his own way.
@𝐩𝐡𝐪𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 — ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.
𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : baldoroy, mey-rin, snake, finny
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : sibling hcs with the phantomhive servants minus sebastian
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : SPOILERS FOR EVERYONES BACKSTORIES !!!!
𝐚/𝐧 : this is my first time writing for black butler, so i hope you enjoy! :)
𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐘
𖤐 | Baldoroy, as any person would be, is protective over you. However, this is not just because of his wife and son passing, no, he has been like this since you were born. Ever since he first laid eyes on you, he decided that you were his precious sibling that needed protecting from the harsh cruelties of the world; just as any older sibling would do. And he made sure you were aware of it. If you were ever bullied, attacked, or misguided by the wrong crowd, your older brother would be there to beat the bad guys up for you. This fact still remains the same even though the two of you are much older than you were when he made that statement. The two of you would always be there for each other, no matter what.
𖤐 | Interestingly enough, you were even his person of honor at his wedding!
𖤐 | He, with much of you begging, takes him with you when he goes overseas to work at the Phantomhive Manor. He had already seen the destruction and grief that life had given him, and he feared that taking you with him would bring more of it to him. He was afraid of losing you; the only person he truly trusted in this world. But, he needed a new start. And this English butler that had appeared before him on the battlefield had offered him just that. So, he decided to take you with him.
𖤐 | The two of you are the primary cause of Sebastian’s stress, the amount of times you have caught the kitchen on fire is one too many. Your brother is a complete fool when it comes to cooking or even baking, it is amazing how the two of you have survived for so long. Though, the two of you are learning. The moment Mey-Rin and Finny were appalled by the abomination you had created out of a chicken, you decided you need to kick it up a notch. You asked Sebastian to let you borrow a few cook books, and you got to reading. However, it did not help as much as you had hoped it would. Getting your brother to go along with it was also a task, but the two of you eventually somehow made an edible dish. That was a one time occurrence.
𖤐 | On occasion, your brother will attempt to recreate some dishes from your childhood. As far away from home as the two of you are, it is rare that you ever prepare American delicacies for the young master so he has to take it upon himself in his free time to make the dishes. He tries to remember the memories from when you two were still youngsters and just learning how to work with basic farm equipment, but it becomes rather hard due to most of his recent memories being of fire and war. But, he still looks at you like you’re still a child. Though you have grown, become wiser, and aged; you are still little to him. He can only see a child whenever you smile, it reminds him of the good old days when it was just the two of you. Which is exactly why your happiness is so precious when you enjoy a home cooked, rather, a burnt meal that your mother used to make you. He may be awful at it now, but he will keep trying until he gets it right.
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𝐌𝐄𝐘-𝐑𝐈𝐍
𖤐 | Mey-Rin is very protective of you, primarily due to your past. Your parents passed away in an epidemic when you were rather young, leaving you and your sister to fend for yourselves. After the brutal end of your friends Jan and Hao, you became assassins for the Chinese mafia. Leaving meant death, and failure meant just the same. Your meeting of Sebastian and the young master was the purest luck that the two of you had been bestowed, and you both worked hard to earn your place as servants of the Phantomhive family. You even found new people to call your own family.
𖤐 | She is a truly caring sister, however, you believe she is the one who needs the most help. More often than not, you will find Mey-Rin in an unfortunate situation. There are many ways said situation could play out, the options are; she has tried to grab the china so she could set the table, but ended up falling on the floor and breaking it all, or she tried to do the laundry, but put the wrong amount of soap in, or something possibly much, much worse. You, however, do not simply leave her on her own; you assist her and solve the problem all in one fell swoop. She is more than thankful for you, she doesn’t know what she’d do without you.
𖤐 | The two of you are definitely gossips, but only to yourselves and your fellow servants. One instance would be the opera singer that spent the night during the horrifying dinner party that resulted in several murders occurring, Miss Irene Diaz. Despite being older than both you and your sister, she retained a youthful appearance. How odd, the both of you thought. A part of you entertained the idea that she might be a vampire, but you knew something else had to be afoot. Later, the two of you and Ran-Mao were tasked with going through her suitcase due to her being under suspicion. So, you went through her things and there! A bottle of red perilla extract, a herb said to have anti-aging effects. The two of you talked about it all day once the guests left, pondering on the possibilities of the scandal reaching the public. Ah, the drama!
𖤐 | Reading scary stories has become a pastime for the two of you, them often becoming bedtime stories before the both of you nod off. Learning how to read and write has become of great use to the both of you, not just for your jobs, but for indulging in literature. The young masters library contains various texts, from history to romance, from adventure to biographies, but most importantly; horror novels. The terrifying images people can create with words is truly interesting, and it makes for a nice scare before bed; even though it might result in a nightmare every now and then.
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𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄
𖤐 | Since you were children, Snake has been a protective brother. Having been locked in a cage, fed only mice, and having been treated as a freak-show caused him to be this way. His wish since those days was for the both of you to live freely, without the people around you being disgusted by your scaly skin, a feature unique only to the two of you. And that wish came to fruition when your new family found you; the first-string members of a traveling circus. They did not look at you with disdain nor did they coil back from the texture of your skin; they welcomed you with open arms. For the first time, the two of you were acknowledged as people.
𖤐 | Though you were not as adept at snake taming as your brother, his snakes like you rather well. Especially Lady Emily, who adores you. While you lie in bed, she likes to break off from the group and slither into bed and lie close to you. Snakes are cold blooded, which is why they require heat to regulate their body temperature, so using you as a heater is her own technique. Though it is dangerous for the little snake, she is a risk taker so she does it anyway. As a concerned snake charmer and a concerned brother, Snake worries about both you and Emily. What if you accidentally squish her while you're resting? What if the two of you become too cold during the night? All these thoughts run through his head until he eventually leaves the comforts of his bed to lay another blanket over the top of you. Even despite his worries, he thinks the sight of you and Emily cuddling together is adorable.
𖤐 | Learning how to read and write together was an experience, but it was a fun one nonetheless. Being taught by your fellow servants at the Phantomhive Manor how to decipher words was hard, as they were not the best teachers. The head butler, or as you knew him, Black, however was a great help. He made understanding writings a more manageable task, though he was a harsh teacher. You and your brother learned fast enough though, now being able to read labels and basic texts. Now knowing the basics, you desired to learn more. You gave a request to Black, asking for more complicated stories; and more complicated stories you got. He delivered a few thick books to your quarters within a few days, stating “Good luck.” How were you not supposed to worry!? So, you enlisted your brother for help. Every night, the two of you read a few pages aloud to help you get better at reading. Though not as fond of it as you are, Snake enjoys the time that you get to spend together by reading.
𖤐 | Often the two of you are put together to complete housework; your master is quite demanding after all. Unfortunately, you and your brother are not well-versed with household chores. However, you're definitely better at it than your fellow servants. At least you don’t burn the kitchen down, or flood the laundry room, or somehow accidentally use insecticide on the whole garden, ruining the lush beauty of it all. These are Sebastian’s words, not yours.
𖤐 | Snake likes to give you headpats if you’ve done a good job, like your little adventure on the Campania. A stressful journey it was, but you did rather well on it. After the two of you were handed the plate of food by your master, you ran off to feed your brother's snakes. And much to your horror, you were caught. Even more horrifying than that, you were faced with a large army of unknown, and certainly undead creatures that would send an old lady into shock. You and your companions, however, were not old ladies. So you ran as fast as your legs could take you, dragging along your young master and his fiancé behind your brother. After facing off against the bizarre creatures, the lot of you ran off to the boiler room, only to be met with the room flooding. Then, after another near death experience, you and your brother ended up being placed on a lifeboat. Shaking from the cold and the aftershock from the events that had occurred only a few moments ago, Snake scooted even closer to you in an attempt to give you more warmth. He then reached his hand up to pat your head, silently telling you, “You’ve done well.”
𖤐 | Just as any person desires, Snake needs reassurance too. The two of you are the same; having been shunned for your skin as well as your eyes. Even with you by his side, he can not help but feel lonely at times. “Being all by oneself is lonely…”, as he once told you. Though rarely apart, and even surrounded by people, one can still be lonely. This is why, despite growing and changing through the years, the two of you still share the same room. So even while the two of you become lost in the land of dreams, you can share your loneliness together.
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𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘
𖤐 | Similar to Mey-Rin, Finny is extremely protective of you due to your pasts as experiments. The two of you were taken as children, and forced to become weapons of war. You did not even know how to read, write, or talk before the young master and Sebastian took the both of you in. The two of you slowly began to pick up on the teachings Sebastian gave you, and soon you were able to properly communicate with your brother and others around you. It was freeing. Now, you could express your gratitude for each other, with not simply actions, but with words as well. Finny swears when he heard you say “I love you” for the first time, he nearly cried from joy. (He did cry, sobbed in fact.)
𖤐 | Finny is deathly afraid of the two of you becoming separated. It is his biggest fear. He quite honestly does not know what he would do without you. The two of you have been together since he can remember; he doesn’t remember a moment when the two of you were not together. With you not at his side, it would be like losing a part of himself. This is why the two of you are always seen together, almost never apart unless necessary.
𖤐 | He always checks up on you at bed time, making sure that you’re sound asleep. The pain the two of you went through comes with side effects; nightmares. Finny’s nightmares come often, luckily, not as often as they used to. But, you still tend to have them. Flashbacks to men in lab coats holding you down, the ghost of needles pricking your arm, the scarce truth that all you could do was scream; they all encroach you like a predator to its prey, shrouding you in inky darkness. Finny is your sun, guiding you through darkness where it isn’t so lonely. As you rest in your bed, tossing and turning, your brother will gently wake you up with a cup of hot milk and some honey. He heard it helps soothe the mind; and if it helps the young master, it might just help you too. If you wish to speak about your nightmare, Finny is more than willing to listen. However, if you’re not willing to talk, silence is fine with him too. As long as you start feeling better, he is willing to wait.
𖤐 | If you’re a gardener for the manor like him, you will have to be in charge of making sure the boy does not accidentally use insecticide on the whole garden. Finny is not the most adept gardener; in fact, you swear you once saw one of the many dead trees in the manors garden still moving. That is not normal, not at all. Since that incident, you have taken it upon yourself to take over most of the garden work. Your efforts may not be as elegant or impressive as Sebastian’s, but they are certainly a better situation to have than the atrocities your brother has created in the past.
𖤐 | If you’re not a gardener for the manor, he will occasionally check up on you as you go about your chores. He’s a worry wart about you, as said previously. He’s terrified of being separated from you in fear of losing you, so he periodically takes a peak of how you’re doing before returning to his work. Eventually, he gets caught by Sebastian. The boy does get in a little trouble, but convinces Sebastian to do the periodic check-ups for him. This quells his worries a little bit, but as your brother he is always worried about you.
𖤐 | For Sebastian, the two of you are a handful. Whenever a stray dog wanders by, you and your brother can’t help but halt all your work to play with the doggy. It is an adorable sight to the other servants though. Despite your brother being around your master’s age, the primary difference between the two of them is that your master wishes to be seen as an adult and your brother acts like a six year old. Both are endearing, but sometimes you wish your master would act more like your brother. It saddens you that the events he must have gone through to get like this must have been harsh, however, you wish he could smile more often. Then maybe the Queen’s Guard Dog could enjoy playing with the dogs as much as you and your brother do.
@𝐩𝐡𝐪𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 — ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.
Sebastian having his hair pulled bc it’s unruly is hilarious bc I’ve always wondered why no one mentioned it
Need these two to have a cunt off
Demon Swap: Sebastian from "Black Butler" and Lord Sullivan from "Welcome to Demon School Iruma-Kun!"
Imagine if you will, a Ciel who makes his deal with Lord Sullivan, but Sullivan does not require a soul, instead requesting that Ciel become his grandson. This has to be the easiest deal a human has ever struck with a demon, but oh, how mistaken that was.
Ponder perhaps, an Iruma who's soul is sold by his parents to the starving demon Sebastian, only for Sebastian to find, he'd like instead to refine this soul before devouring it, afterall he is a demon a finer tastes, and thus the Butler persona is born.
Ciel returns home with an... estranged relative(?) eager to take Gaurdianship over the newly orphaned earl
Iruma is taken to the demon realm, suddenly placed upon the lap of luxury, with a loyal butler pleased to do whatever he says- only Iruma has no clue what he even wants
Is Ciel safe- Oh yes, definitely, Lord Sullivan is formitable force when he wants to be, and he will tear apart anyone who dares attempt to hurt his grandbaby, and what's more is more than willing to do anything he asks as per their agreement. But oh, oh how Ciel often replays the events of that terrible day, and wishes he perhaps negotiated for different terms for their contract...
Ciel, tries to solve a murder, as Sullivan Fawns in the background ("Oh my goodness look how cute my grandson is!!! He's doing such a good job, don't you think Opera?? I should find him a little detective's outfit, he'd be just precious!!!!!" "NO!")
Iruma meanwhile is far too aware of the fact that he's just glorified wagyu, but you know what? This might as well be how his miserable life ends, he could enjoy it... he supposes... just has to learn how to enjoy things. Thankfully Sebastian is one hell of a butler and knows just what Iruma wants right when he needs it
and of course he helps out behind the scenes at every chance he gets, he's not going to let his snack be discovered by the rest of demon kind afterall. Sometimes not even behind the scenes, school rules be damned, any butler worth his salt goes wherever his master does. Professor Kalego hates him
Now me personally, I’m excited for Snake to find out O!Ciel lied to him, like…
“DOLL NOOOO RUN!!! GET OUTTA THERE!!!!! THEY’RE GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS AGAIN!!!”
Okay so basically,
It’s revealed that Ciel had a twin, I’m not sure if you got to the backstory of those two, so I’ll just explain it again anyways.
R!Ciel = Real Ciel
O!Ciel= Our Ciel
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It’s O!Ciel, and R!Ciel’s birthday, and they notice somethings off, the mansion is awfully quiet and R!Ciel goes to check it out. After a couple minutes O!Ciel goes to check and see if everything okay. Spoiler alert, everything is not okay. A bunch of people broke into the house, killed all the servants, killed their parents, and decided to kidnap the two twins to sell them off. They get selled off, and at first they get treated decently, until the guy who bought them off brings them to a weird place. These people sought to “unpurify” the two kids to try to summon a demon. Now it never outrightly says it, but it’s HEAVILY implied that the two twins were brutally SA’d and kept in cages at the time by this weird cult thing.
Anyways, the time comes to kill the two twins to finally summon the demon, the person who gets selected first is R!Ciel, leading O!Ciel to watch his brother die. This summons Sebastian, and O!Ciel makes a deal with him instead of the adults who wanted to make a deal with him. O!Ciel decides that since his brother is dead (his brother was the heir, not him btw), he’s gonna to impersonate him and take his place as heir of the manor. He does this and yada yada, this leads us up to the big Reveal of O!Ciel’s twin.
Edit: He impersonates R!Ciel because of resources and shit, his ultimate goal is to extracte revenge on the OG people who broke into the manor.
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R!Ciel exposes him for being an imposter after being kept alive by undertaker (now personally, I didn’t pay much attention here so my explanation may be a bit botched) and it’s revealed that R!Ciel is being kept alive by other peoples blood, tbh I forgot abt the pervious arc, but not only does O!Ciel get revealed for being an imposter, he gets framed for starting a cult that he didn’t start.
Lizzy has a mental breakdown on how she didn’t even realize that O!Ciel wasn’t R!Ciel (who she was originally engaged to, NOT O!Ciel) because she always thought she “loved him”
Ceil and Sebastian get arrested, along with the blue haired bitch (I forgot his name) and halfway through the carriage ride, the people driving the carriage get attacked. It turns out the servants didn’t want to stay in the manor where R!Ciel is, because O!Ciel is the one they were loyal to in the first place.
They run away, and go to hide at “Lark photogenic Store” Now if I rember correctly, the guy who works there is considered like, “a friend” of the phantomhive’s, so he helps them escape to the sewers. Barely missing the group of police (or guards idfk) looking for O!Ciel.
There they meet Lau. I’m not exactly sure where their located next, but it’s some place where Lau is. Everyone’s eating now, and Ciel is pissed.
Meanwhile Soma is in his “Villian” arc, and it’s also pissed as hell.
Ciel and co. work up a plan to interfere with the source that’s going providing R!Ciel with blood. First we see Ran Mau, and Mey Rin posing as sister to infiltrate one of the places. Now there’s this whole subplot about one of the maids catching onto who Mey Rin and Mau are, but it’s to long for me to explain. Basically they fight at the end though. Turns out the guy running the thing is sleeping with maids, and afterwords like, taking their blood or some shit like that. Mey Rin and Mau were badass as hell though.
Also in that arc we get Mey Rin’s backstory. It’s chapters 156-165.
Okay, so enter in Bard and Lau infiltrate some other place. It’s a hospital, and they’re posing at patients. They figure out like, the source of the blood here, and Lau and Bard disagree with how they should go about it.
Bard confronts the person behind it, and woahh, flashbacks, we get Bard’s backstory. Now there was some controversy about his backstory, because Yana decided to put in some elements of American History in the chapter. Some say it’s realistic, others say it’s insensitive.
Chapters 175-184 is where you can read it.
So we’ve just now got out of Bards backstory (finally), and the recent chapter is Bard letting the person behind it go, and trying to resolve it in a different manner than Lau had in mind. Recent chapter ends with Lau expressing his disappointment in Bard.
…And that’s where Black Butler is at now! Tbh it seems like it’s still gonna be a while till the end of it.
On the topic of old fandoms I used to be in/dabble in what happened in Black Butler, what’s happening? Last thing I knew Ciel had a twin?
“Chapter 182”
She was so pretty, I just had to color her.
nothishasnotbeeninmydraftssincethechaptercameoutwdym
I LOVE THEM SMMM I WANNA CRYY 😭😭
Yeah OCiel is a little brat that his only option was to close off everyone and his feelings. But we not gonna sit around here acting if anything happen to his little found family (which are the servants) he wouldn't raise hell. He yeah acts dismissive towards them but this also the noble rich kids that ACTUALLY goes on picnics with them in the yard of his house, gives them gifts and i know he worries if one of them is upset. >:((((((( I want to see Bard-co parenting, and being sassy to Sebastian when he spoils Ciel okay. I want more boys being boys with Ciel and Finnian. I WANT CONTENT THAT I WILL MAKE WITH MY OWN HANDS IF I HAVE TOO.
she’d be different for me obviously 🙄🙄
"Grelle literally kills ppl" ok? I could fix her
Girlboss tbh
RIGHT, they were kinda like “okay well I guess this is happening now…I’m just not gonna think abt it or talk abt it :)”
LIKE CMONN…your telling me no one was like “what the fuck dude?!!?!”
are we really not going to get one moment where the servants talk about the crazy shit that went down at the manor like how rciel came back from the dead and undertaker being a fucking supernatural grim reaper species or grell crashing through the window with a chainsaw
White middle-aged conservative dudes and SebaCiel shippers are similar in the aspect they’re like “this is MY au where problems dont exist so stop talking” and they’re like 45
headcanon for modern Sebaciel: Sebastian is in jail for trying to date a minor and Ciel is living his best life being a happy 13 year old 🥺💕
Redesign Prompt RESULTS!
Alright, thank you everyone who has voted, the results are now in! Overwhelmingly our winner is Ranmao 🐈!
First of all, I need to insert a few caveats here. Unlike with Victorian fashion, I do not have years and years of studying of Qing dynasty-fashion behind me. So whatever results I show here are the product of a fortnight of reading up and meticulous studying of contemporary photographs. a.k.a. I am merely scraping the surface here. But! I do promise that everything shown here is done to the best of my ability to be responsible as a content provider.
Now without further ado, let us dive into Ranmao’s current design, the blatantly obvious inaccuracies, and how I propose to redes…ign… her outfit while keeping the original intact as much…. as possible???? Heck, this is not even worthy of being called a ‘redesign’, this is straight up designing from scratch!
Hair
Let us start with her bangs. Her bangs are in fact surprisingly accurate, as late Qing dynasty women would wear their bangs in a variety of Bettie bangs trimmed well above the eyebrows. Having sides of the bangs growing longer framing the face was usual too, though they would be cut slightly thicker than Ranmao’s. Though, we don’t know how much hair Ranmao has, so I see no reason to alter it.
Twin braids are very much associated with the “China doll look”, but they seem to have been branded into our image of the “Chinese Girl” because it was the go-to look for unmarried women in Republic China (which is many years later than Ranmao’s time, and also has more surviving images.)
In Ranmao’s time, unmarried girls would either wear the bottom part of their hair down, or have everything tied into a single braid behind them. Girls who preferred a more feminine look would often decorate the sides or the top with flowers or other ornaments depending on their wealth.
Yana’s notes say that the flower in Ranmao’s hair is a Chinese peony, which is also called the Empress of Flowers in Chinese as well as Japanese culture. I could find sources on how the peony was the symbol of the Empress of China, and how one better avoid wearing any type of peonies around the Empress herself for fear of being suspected of disrespect. But I could not find any evidence of such flowers being banned for other people, so presumably it was more an ‘unwritten code of politeness’ rather than fashion law.
Hence, I kept the pink peony design for Ranmao, and decorated them in the way Qing women would have.
Neckline
By far the most interesting thing I learned from this redesign attempt was that the “mandarin collar” - the thing that pops up first in most people’s minds when thinking about Chinese fashion - was in fact not at all common.
In this academic work on Chinese fashion history, Finnane writes that the ‘high collar’ was “not a common feature of costume before the twentieth century.” Instead, most costumes would have had a round neckline.
Finnane, Antonia. Changing Clothes in China : Fashion, History, Nation. New York: Columbia University Press, 2008. p. 93
The ‘high collar’ gained popularity in early 1900s in China after the Europeans brought with them the beauty standard for high collars, as well as slim-fitted silhouettes. The Chinese increasingly adopted this type of collar and the slim silhouette (the well known ‘china dress/qipao/cheongsam’), and the relatively many early photos that survived helped engrave this stereotype into our minds.
Sleeves
I do not think it requires any mention, but 19th century Chinese fashion did not include boleros… For many of the original designs of Ranmao I can sort of see where Yana got that image from, but this bolero-look truly beats me.
The sleeves worn in the late Qing period were relatively wide, though they were starting to slim down over time. Late Qing women enjoyed much more flexible clothing rules than earlier Qing women, and the width of the sleeves was in great part determined by personal preference, season, but mostly one’s wealth.
Needless to say, the larger the sleeves the more fabric and embroidery it would require, and thus more expensive. Also, the wider the more it would get into the wearer’s way.
I don’t know how much thought Yana put into Ranmao’s original design in relation to her function as elite bodyguard, but considering how the original has zero practicality and only serves to maximise Ranmao’s attractiveness, I have no qualms about giving Ranmao fairly large sleeves too. Besides, let us assume that Lau is responsible for providing Ranmao with clothes. Illegal money tends to fill the pockets quite deeply, I don’t think he can’t spare a few pounds for big sleeves.
Wider sleeves would expose much of ‘a lady’s precious skin’, as such a more fitted layer would have been worn underneath. (The sleeves under the wider sleeves obviously did not have to be orange-ish. This was merely coincidence that both my redesign and the visual source have this colour.)
Silhouette
The figure hugging silhouette x Chinese clothes was - as mentioned above - not at all a thing in Ranmao’s time. In fact, the accentuation of the “female curves” was considered very inappropriate if not downright ugly in the Qing dynasty.
Finnane, Antonia. Changing Clothes in China : Fashion, History, Nation. New York: Columbia University Press, 2008. p. 94
Yana’s notes mention that the thing Ranmao wears is just an European corset and that that is the only thing ‘English’ about her attire.
Well… I don’t know where the idea that Victorians wore corsets on the outside comes from, but I myself admittedly was fooled by this a few years ago too… I promise you all now however, Victorians decidedly did not wear their ‘bras’ on the outside. I think even now this look is considered rather ‘questionable’ by most people.
Instead, Qing dynasty clothes were mostly cut wide and straight, loosely dangling around their bodies offering maximum comfort and space. You feared Ranmao killing you in her corset? Now tremble before her now blessed with maximised agility.
Trousers
Well… I considered ‘translating’ Ranmao’s attire to 2020 standard like I did for O!Ciel, but that would not be Tumblr-filter approved. Skirts so short they could be mistaken for a belt are nothing too surprising today, but wearing one with a split that deep is probably a bit too revealing even by today’s standards.
By the late Qing dynasty, men and women, rich and poor alike predominantly wore trousers. Long robes (skirts) were definitely in fashion too, but they were reserved for those who could afford to not have much agility. If you were a farmer, robes would not have been your first option. Perhaps the way long skirts were viewed by the Qing Chinese was not unlike the way we see them now; ‘more classy’ ‘more feminine’ and ‘less convenient’, but not the only way to express femininity.
In these pictures below we can see relatively rich women, married and unmarried alike, all wearing trousers.
Ranmao is predominantly a fighter, and as trousers are plenty feminine in Chinese fashion culture, I don’t see why she would not choose to wear trousers instead of a restricting long skirt. Hence I gave her a pair of trousers.
Shoes
Like I said before, “the shoes are correct…” But the anklets definitely are not!
Golden or silver anklets are something that are worn by very, VERY young children in China. Even to this day it is customary among many Chinese people to gift newborn children at least one piece of pendant, bracelet or anklet, for it is believed to bring the child luck. More practically, this piece of jewellery will become the child’s first piece of property then, which can be sold later SHOULD they ever run into a financially difficult situation.
These anklets or bracelets would not be removed from the child unless they have outgrown them, which happens fairly quick. Ranmao who is probably full grown should have outgrown them at least ten years ago. Hence, seeing these things on Ranmao would probably make it look like she is still wearing diapers or bibs.
Chinese people would likewise not have worn shoes barefoot. Instead, they would have worn cotton socks which were mostly white.
DOUBLE HAMMERS
HERE COME THE WEAPONS! Luckily Yana wrote the following note or I would never have guessed what they are for my knowledge about Chinese weapons is next to nothing.
“These are【SUPER】heavy. They are weapons called 双錘 (double hammers) and they in fact exist. I heard these were used by power-type warriors.”
So, I googled 双錘 and it turns out that the type Ranmao is holding do indeed exist! But… only in fiction and theatre.
The hammers that were used in actual combat were either very thin and long, or short and plump. Such hammers were one of the most primitive metal weapons in China, and quickly fell out of favour among Chinese warriors when more practical weapons such as the metal spear, sword and bows were invented. The hammers mostly retained their value because of their weight in heroic tales and myths about legendary warriors and deities.
I don’t have the full details, but apparently according to some legends or myths, one of such big-ass hammers could deal a force of 200kg, and thus 400kg combined. Regardless of this being realistic or not, it sure does sound very cool! It is therefore no wonder this primitive weapon retains its popularity even today.
Nowadays when these hammers are used, they are either the blown up theatrical versions, or the smaller versions for the sake of preserving martial arts.
I had a bit of a dilemma as to which version to give Ranmao, but in the end I settled with the short and heavy ones because I wanted to keep the idea of this small and innocent looking girl wielding solid metal balls. Two cheer-leading sticks would simply not have the same weight, figuratively and literally.
Alright everyone! Did you enjoy my response to your votes? I hope you did ^^ Non-European fashion history really is not my strong suit, so my deepest apologies if I messed anything up.
Pray tell if I did, I am always happy to learn ^^
being interested in Black Butler in 2021 is genuinely so surreal, like I decided to try to search up content for it on Pinterest…yeah not doing that again.