#Bitter Rabbit Cafe

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Bitter Rabbit Cafe

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Kuroshitsuji | Bitter Rabbit Cafe & Shop

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The main visual drawn by Yana Toboso at the Bitter Rabbit Cafe & Shop has been unveiled today!

HP (website) opened

◆ Bitter Rabbit Cafe Tokyo: 8/9-10/15

Osaka: 9/21-11/26

◆ Bitter Rabbit Shop Held in Tokyo, Aichi, Osaka and Fukuoka from October!

General HP ☟

http://sqex.to/BR2023

From Black Label's Twitter

[kuroshitsuji-indonesia]

Main Visual for Bitter Rabbit Cafe and Shop from Kuroshitsuji Black Label that will be started from August 2023.

[solivagant242]

losing you pt.7

remus lupin x f!reader

warnings: strong angst, losing a relationship, minor swearing (?)

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5 pt. 6

amberly is used as the MC here since i used to write a lot of fanfics with her, but feel free to self-insert or use whatever name you’d like <3

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Amberly is fighting what feels like a losing battle.

She’s stopped trying to reach out. Stopped trying to talk, to hang out, to make plans. Every day the shell she’s built around herself gets a little thicker, a little harder.

She gets up in the morning. Early, which hasn’t changed at least. She goes for a walk by herself, her only company the fat gray squirrels chasing each other over the brown leaves in the gutter. She doesn’t kiss Remus’ forehead or ask him if he’d like her to warm some bread or start the kettle for tea. She makes him a plate of food, placed neatly under another one in the oven so it will stay warm, and then takes a shower and dresses in clothes she lay out the night before. Gone are the days of sleepy cuddles, of clinging to each other in the early morning hours, curled into each other like tired cats.

By the time Remus is out of bed, she tries to be gone and out of the house. Her job as a high-school math tutor has gone fully remote, as most of the students in the district are just starting school, so she’s taking calls from kids across the country or even the world. She takes her laptop, charger, and headphones to the little cafe down the street and curls up in her favorite window seat that overlooks the entrance. 

She heads back around four every day, so that she has time to make dinner and warm it up for him. After that she makes herself scarce. Heads to the library, headphones on, buries herself in a book or writing so that she doesn’t have to think. Loses herself so well there’s always a slight shock when she looks up and sees the dimming light around her.

And at night? Amberly keeps to her side of the bed. Curls herself around her pillow, hugging it to her chest, teetering on the very edge of the mattress with her back to Remus if she can help it. She doesn’t hug him. Doesn’t touch him or reach for him in her sleep. The nightmares that used to plague her are back, back with a vengeance now that she doesn’t have the solid comfort of Remus’ warmth against her. More often than not she finds herself leaving the bed in the gray hours of dawn, teeth chattering in the early chilliness of the house, to plaster herself against the soft plush of the couch and close her eyes, praying for the bad dream to end.

She doesn’t feel…anything? Maybe that’s not accurate; she knows she should feel something. Anger, like Lily had suggested. Or sadness at the rapidly growing pit that had once been their relationship. 

But all Amberly can feel is numb.

Every time she wants so, so so badly to reach out to Remus, to pet his hair or ask for a hug or rest her head on his shoulder, she just remembers that bitter, hateful rage behind her eyes when he spat those words at her.

“I don’t want you…”

And she wraps herself in gray silence like a cloak, the weight of unspoken words heavy on her tongue. 

Remus feels like he’s losing his mind. 

What’s worse is that he has exactly what he wanted. But now he doesn’t want it, not unless Amberly is there. 

He wanted to be left alone. He wanted for her to stop clinging to him, always asking if he was okay, if he wanted to do something together. He wanted some space to breathe, neglecting to realize that the only reason Amberly had been in his space was because she was trying to take care of him.

Well, now he has that.

She doesn’t text him anymore. Well, she does, but not like she used to. She’d send him good morning, i love you, i had a CRAZY dream about a bunny rabbit mixed with a Niffler…

Now he gets a morning, love you, food is in the oven.

She used to answer him right away. Always there, always ready- do you need me to make you that herbal mix for your bath? How about I fill you a hot water bottle? Love, would you like some popcorn or is your headache too bad?

He’s lucky if he gets a response within two hours now.

For the first time he knows how she felt. As it turns out, seeing the response ty to have a good day today love really, really hurts. 

She doesn’t hug him anymore. Well, she does, but not like she used to, wrapping her arms around him and burrowing into the crook of his neck like a sleepy cat. Her warm embrace has become a one-armed, uncomfortable bump together that she always stiffens at and leans away from as soon as possible. 

Amberly used to rest her head on his shoulder, grab his hand and interlock the fingers, hug him from behind, curl up in his lap. Now she barely touches him, and if she does, it’s quick and very plainly not wanted. She doesn’t look at him that much anymore either. That beautiful light from her brown eyes that he’d loved from the moment he met her is now dulled, maybe even extinguished completely.

Her presence in the house reminds him of a ghost. She dodges in and out like autumn mist, timing her leaving and arriving with his. He can’t remember the last time they sat in a room to have a conversation. Fuck, he can’t remember the last time they even talked, outside of short, brief exchanges: dinner’s on the table. I got your meds, they’re on the dresser. Already locked the door.

But through all that growing blackness, all he can think, a dull pulse in his ears, is this is exactly how you treated her, and you were stupid enough to think it was okay.

Amberly can feel herself fading. 

She’s lost weight. She doesn’t know how. Maybe when the whole thing had gotten really bad, when she had entirely lost her appetite for anything at all. Sleep. Physical affection (she cringed at the thought, imagining what Remus’ mind was probably on when he touched her- does she ever leave me alone? Why does she have to be around me, clinging to me, every second of the day?). Food. Water. 

Her eyes have shadows under them. In dim light, they look like bruises. As if she’s some weeping, scar-faced ghoul.

The only thing that she wants to do is watch the sunset. Watch the sky, and remember happier times. Even though that just makes her sadder with the memories that might have been but now probably never would be. 

She closes her eyes, curls around the pillow, and slips uneasily into a jerky sleep.

Remus stares at the ceiling next to her. 

He can feel it. Can feel his girlfriend slipping away from him, shutting down more and more every day. 

His eyes burn at the memory of those hateful words. Of what he’d said to her.

You fucking ruined things with the one person who cared more about you than themselves. All because you couldn’t just admit that you needed her.

And now she’s gone.

The guilt sloshes in his stomach. He can still see her brown eyes in front of him, puddled with tears. He can still hear the little noise she’d made when he spoke the words that broke her. As if a part of her had been suddenly, irreparably shattered. 

How could I have said that to her?

He turns to peer at Amberly, sleeping next to him.

She’s curled into a little ball around her pillow, and his throat swells with tears as he remembers how she used to cling to him. How she’d cuddle into his shoulder with a happy sigh, and he’d kiss her hair and tell her how much he loved her, how much he wanted her.

Now she doesn’t even want to look at me.

Remus closes his eyes.

I fucked up.

[grelleswife]

New official art by Yana for the Bitter Rabbit Cafe and Shop, which is set to open this August!

Source

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Rebound 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, body insecurity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Curtis Everett

Summary: after a divorce, you try to start over.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You get up early on Saturday. You’ve made up your mind, you’re not going to let your ex ruin your progress. So you missed a few days, that doesn’t mean it’s over. You can always pick up and keep going. You’re not starting over, you’re finishing what you started.

You head into town first. It’ll add some extra kilometers to your daily walk, just a small dent in what you skipped. You stop by the bakery, closer to a cafe with its steaming espresso machines, and pick up an Americano for a boost. No dairy, no sweetener, you’re sticking to that at least.

You resist the call of the strawberry tarts in the display and thank the woman behind the counter. She’s younger than you and she owns this whole place. A pang of envy nips at you as you turn to go. You feel like you missed out on the years you could’ve built something of your own.

You set off, blowing over the slot of the cup’s lid. The brew fills your nose with its rich scent as you set down the path towards the trees. Up a hill and the coffee’s cool enough to taste. You nurse it slowly as you wind around the rise and fall of the village.

You enter the woods, this time from the opposite edge and the shade of the leaves cools the sweat on your nape. You sigh and take a rest, leaning on a tree as you savour the flavour of the diluted espresso.

You nearly spill as you hear a twig snap. You turn and look around either side of the tree. You’re not used to the strange noise of the wilderness. Out there, something’s always moving, something’s always fluttering or chittering.

The trail stretches on and you follow it down to the babbling stream. You’re close to done the coffee, you hadn’t thought about what to do with the cup. Oh well. You hang onto it as you near the water’s edge.

You stare down at yourself. The ripples distort your reflection and yet, not very much. You’ve got some padding to lose around your thighs and tummy. Maybe even your upper arms. You need to put more energy into walking. You’re older and your metabolism can’t keep up.

You sigh and drain the last of the coffee, choking the bitter dregs in the bottom. You crush the cup flat and slide the lid inside. You drop your shoulder and spin on your heel. A yelp lodges in your throat but can’t escape. You grip your chest as a figure stands watching, so silent and unmoving he nearly blends in with the trees.

“I– I’m so sorry, I didn’t hear you,” you gasp as you drop your hand.

Curtis blinks and doesn’t say a word. He steps forward, treading down to the river, stopping just a foot away from you. It’s like he didn’t even hear you. You stutter and snap your mouth shut, slowly retreating.

“It’s fine,” he says at last and bends to dip his hands into the water. “Ran into some skunkweed.”

“Oh, uh, that’s… cruddy,” you utter awkwardly. “I was just going.”

He continues to stir his hands in the water. You back away and look down at the cup in your hands. The tweeting of birds tweaks in your ears.

“Nice to see you back,” he says, so low, you’re not sure he truly said a word.

You stop, “pardon?”

He stands and shakes his hands off, “out here.”

“What do you…”

“I have traps,” he gestures to the trees, “for rabbits.”

You frown, “oh, I didn’t see you…”

“Habit,” he shrugs, “hunter’s instinct, I guess.”

You flick your fingers over the curled brim of the cup. You know some people like the game around here but they usually go up to the northern patch, not down here. You nod and try to smile, “didn’t think there was any big game around here.”

He just stares at you, “I make do.”

“Right,” you shiver out a breath, “anyway… I’ll be off.”

He nods, “see ya around.”

“Sure, um, enjoy your book… and your hunting.”

You slowly make your way towards the trees. You pass between an oak and slender birch before you peek back. He just watches after you, unmoving. You try to shake off the goosebumps as you turn back to the path. You stop on the trail and crane back again. He’s gone.

The smell of moss and dirt drifts up from the river behind you. You crush the cup in your hand and the lid pops out. You bend to pick it up and hear something snap. You stand up so quickly it makes you dizzy. You whip around, searching, the trees adding to your disorientation.

You stumble and set yourself straight. One foot in front of the other. Keep going. Faster. Faster. It’s just the wind, it’s just a squirrel or a rabbit. It’s nothing. Those twigs snapping, the branches rustling, it’s all just natural.

As you come in sight of the treeline and the open expanse of the fields, you’re almost running. You stop just as you escape the forest. You let the question bloom in your mind. How could he have seen you all as you had no idea he was there? Why hadn’t he said hello?

You slow but not much. Your lungs burn and your calves ache. You shouldn’t think too hard about it. Curtis is just quiet, he’s not much of a talker. Yet, the man you saw in the woods seemed much different than the one in the library. The way he looked at you, as if taking the measure of you, as if you were prey.

No, it’s all in your head. Don’t be silly. The woods are desolate and eerie, it plays tricks on you. Besides, look at you. You’re definitely not drawing any unwarranted attention. Not from anyone but your bitter ex.

[kuroshitsujistuffilike]

Bitter Rabbit Cafe Meal Menu

 https://kuroshitsuji-bitter-rabbit.motto-cafe.com/tokyo/index.php

                                                       Menu

Bitter Rabbit Cafe Deluxe Fish and Chips

Fish and chips, which is synonymous with British food, is a perfect match for light meal. Comes with a Bitter Rabbit SD card.

Bitter Rabbit Cafe Deluxe British Pancakes

A meal of British style pancakes wrapped around ratatouille and scrambled eggs. Comes with a Bitter Rabbit SD card.

Sebastian's Black Olive Pasta

Inspired by the likeness of Sebastian, this is a pasta with plenty of anchovies and olives. 

Ciel's English Muffin Sandwich

An aristocratic English muffin sandwich, served with a knife and fork.

Funeral Director's (Undertaker's) Shepard's Pie

Shepherd's Pie, which is a dish of beef covered with mashed potatoes. Will the Undertaker prank you by including pineapple?

[kuroshitsuji-igurisshu]

Bitter Rabbit cafe

𖤐Hello everyone Kuronians𖤐

Those who have been following me for a long time will have realized that i madly loved the bitter rabbits' black label, so much that i now have various products of this amazing as well as interesting pop-up store. When i saw the first visual, the first illustration that yanuzza created for this event, i immediately noticed those little critters, they are the protagonists of this cafe after all; besides them being adorable, it almost seemed to me like taking a step back and relive very similar emotions as the emerald witch arc's. Are they just cute products or is there much more behind it all?

During the morning of december 14th Cutie Pie opened the advent calendar's box, and in the drawer number fourteen he found two pawns in the shape of a rabbit. This animal not only symbolizes for cutie pie the end of everything, but also what should have been the most special day that he impatiently waited for; other than that our kid despite everything managed to make his little big dream come true, that is opening a toy shop where bitter rabbits are the main piece of the collection. The rabbit is not just an animal, it's a symbol that like a circle encloses many situations: Cutie Pie's past, the weakness of character that he thinks he has (the word "rabbit" is also used as a synonym for "coward" after all, and also we could tie it to the fact that that day he decided to run away, to impersonate his brother instead of facing the issue) and even the relationship between him and sebastian, as we know, the stronger animal eats the weaker one. Crazy how everything can be enclosed in one unique symbol.

Another thing that really interested me about this cafe is that yanuzza said that these fun and adorable Bitter Rabbits are alive, in fact as we can see we find Sebastian's bitter rabbit ready to serve another dish to the client, while cutie pie's is sitting on the floor in a very adorable manner indicating with its little hand something on the menu. All bitter rabbits of this edition are animated and i find it extremely interesting because as soon as i saw them i wondered if they have the same characteristics as the Tsum Tsums, i mean like the ones from twisted wonderland, where not only the tsum was similar to the main character, but looked exactly like it was exasperating their behaviors, in fact the word tsum tsum contains (or is similar to, i don't remember) the Japanese word that means "similar". I'd like to dive deeper in this topic about the bitter rabbit cafe because we know that the bunnies are alive but what personalities do they have? Are they the same as the original characters are they like twisted wonderland's Tsum Tsums?

If it was like that it would be an interesting story because not only we'd have a Sebastian BR with his true personality mocking his young master all the time and teasing him, but we'd also see cutie pie's BR with his true personality, the personality of a child that lost his family and that despite all the cracks and tiny pieces to pick up, shyly tries to move one step at a time. Anyway, considering the way they were drawn, it makes me think that this could be true and exactly for this reason it would really be great to have a second edition where the personalities of the rabbits are shown more into detail. I want to end the post by focusing for the last time the attention on these stuffed animals. According to the psychologist Maslow, every human being has six needs that need to be satisfied at the right age, and when these needs aren't satisfied we carry them inside inseparably: if for example the need for security isn't satisfied, as adults we'll try to to unconsciously satisfy the need for security for example with an older partner or with a solid financial position that can give us security.

Considering the same need, the stuffed animals have the same calming and reassuring effect, it's no coincidence that children use them to fall asleep. Other than that i asked myself a question... If cutie pie is impersonating his brother, the BR doesn't have his appearance but Ciel's, so when he hugs it it's like he's hugging him. After all cutie pie isn't egocentric to the point of creating a stuffed animal that resembles him. I find that bitter rabbits aren't just cute plushies but are much more: a reminder of what has happened, a way to view himself in that "rabbit", a small flick of hope about having reached his dream despite everything, but most of all the object that Cutie Pie involuntarily uses to fullfill his needs that will probably never be satisfied.

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Besides what you've just read, the rabbit (as absurd as it may seem) doesn't exclude our butler either, that is because the animal in question is a strong symbol in satanism in fact: rabbit, crow and goat are the triad that represents baphomet, that is to say satan. In the field of esotericism the rabbit appears again as a symbol of "rebirth" but also as a sacrificial animal (in satanic rituals you can offer a human or animal life). The term "rebirth" is pretty funny because in some way we can say that Ciel is "reborn" in the body of cutie pie considering that he decided to take the resemblance of his brother.

As i wrote the post i realized that the rabbit could have another way darker meaning. Since the beginning of the series we've been taking with us all the symbolism of chess with the attached pawns (so much that we have illustrations, figures etc.) thus, considering that in satanic rituals animals can be sacrificed as well, i wonder if that was a symbol, like a warning of what would be happening.

After all cutie pie himself uses the word "pawns" associated with the two rabbits, and as if that wasn't enough, the fact that vincent in chapter 132* talks with a priest about the infamous "st Michael's holiday" doesn't make us think of him as dad of the year.

*Even though it may seem absurd, i noticed that in books some authors play this "fun" game in which you have to sum up the numbers to discover a certain thing. Adding 1+3+2 we have as result a very shady 6. According to luciferians (they worship lucifer not as a symbol of evil but as a fallen angel) the number 666 doesn't indicate Lucifer or any other malevolent creature, but the human being as an evil figure. I don't know if it's random that in ch 132 we see the twins' past with a bit of a focus on Vincent's mysterious character, but in any way, the theory about the devil's number seems very spot on for kuroshitsuji.

If you are curious to see more of my posts, you can find me on IG as Kuroshiutsuji_itaru 😈

[kore-pythia-hayashi]

Ethan: *shyly walks into your room* Hi, Kore. Hope I’m not bothering you. I just wanted to pass and tell how sick I am of prophecies, of all our doomed fates, of you having to go through it all. So, for once, I came to pretend that we’re normal teenagers trying to know each other better. So, um, what do you like doing in your free time, really? You can’t be decoding magical visions aaalll the time.

Oh, hi Ethan, [soft smile on her lips] thank you for your sympathy and I understand your hatred, - the prophecy and our doom is what I really hate [the smile turned bitter, she quickly wiped an unbidden tear with her sleeve] and the fact that you decided to ask my hobby is very sweet..

And you're just in time, I made green tea and my dad sent Daifuku, I hope you like it [She quickly gets up and goes to the kitchen and returns from the tray]. take it, don't be shy, they are very tasty and the tea should be at least tolerable.

about my hobbies.. I think it's watching movies, reading literature and a little sewing, I tried to learn how to bake, but it turned out terribly. My favorite movie is Men in Black 3, my favorite book is Circe Madeleine Miller. And I also sing a little Japanese sometimes it helps to calm down... after... I think you got it.

My favorite movie character is Griffin, an alien who can see the future and is always optimistic... I try to look up to him. My favorite character from the books is Circe, she is depicted in this book as really cool.

The best thing I've ever sewed is a stuffed rabbit that my mortal father has.

[A gentle and sad smile at the same time]. Thanks for coming and asking me about my hobby, Ethan, I feel like an ordinary teenager and that's good.

[orphyree]

Artwork by Yana Toboso for the Bitter Rabbit Cafe & Shop (Tokyo)

This is incredible, as always.

[fox-bright]

Garden Notes, 1/31/2024

Today (yesterday as I write this) I released 21 dahlia seedlings and 50 viola seedlings from the 72-well starting tray and into somewhere that their roots can stretch a bit. Violas will come true from seed. Dahlias are a diceroll, which is why it's fun to grow them--you really don't know what you're going to get.

I took the cover off of the lupines and echinacea purpurea; it's good to get them into proper air as soon as possible so that they don't get damping off.

I started waking up the last of my wedding dahlia tubers; the weather is very unpredictable right now, and they only might winter over here, so I went outside and dug up my Cafe au Lait dahlia, cleaned the tuber and split it, and now have it sitting in soil where it will throw new shoots I can use to grow new plants before putting the tuber out in the spring.

I started a ton of herbs. Typically I wouldn't start my herb seeds for another month, but I want them to be large and robust by planting-out time, and as I am doing fewer tomatoes this year than last year, I should have more two-quart pots to bring them up in for a few weeks toward the end of their nursery time. In the process of reading about ideal germination conditions, I learned a couple of things:

the seeds you can get on the market for tarragon won't give you a good tarragon plant, but something bitterer and blander; much like ju hua, the preferred culinary herb doesn't set viable seed and is instead propagated through cutting or division. Pity, I'd bought a packet this year.

I knew this, but I always mix them up--spearmint seeds will give you spearmint, but peppermint seeds will not give you peppermint, which again is propagated by division and cutting. They'll give you *a* mentha, sure, and it might be okay, but it won't be peppermint. Anyone who tells you it is, is lying to you. Go with the spearmint.

I really am going to start a garden blog pretty soon, I think. I have a domain for it and everything.

(Pity the corresponding Tumblr username is a pornbot.)

Seeds I started:

Marjoram German Chamomile Roman Chamomile (what's the difference?) Common Sage Winter Savory Summer Savory (what's the difference?) Italian Oregano Greek Oregano (what's the difference?) Za'atar (specifically, Origanum syriacum) Mastic Thyme Orange Thyme, Thymus fragrantissimus (Couldn't find a link that wasn't to a shop, but it's a variety of common thyme; according to this enthusiast it was first recorded about 95 years ago and has since become rare) French Thyme Horehound Holy Basil/Tulsi Spearmint Bo He (I am not going to go down the rabbit hole of trying to find an English-language link about wild Chinese mint, but if you want to, it's Mentha haplocalyx)

Dahlia seedling!

Dahlias, milkweed, violas. Grow grow grow...

[copyvegeta]

( @dragvnsovl​ )

He’s no idiot, he sensed her quite a bit ago, but he didn’t think she would continue towards him to pass, no he assumed she would find another route....

So as she tries to go by, a thick tail grabs her by the waist with a near crushing grip, dragging he to him.

“Hard to hide yourself when you’re the only one here with rabbit ears, Cafe Girl....”

He lifts her up with it, dangling her above him.

“Not many people are willing to get close to me a second time after I do such a thing....you mortal beings really are quite stupid though, so at least one had to walk back into my life by accident eventually....and here you are....”

“But why did it have to be YOU? The pathetic little Cafe Girl who seemed oh so familiar with me at first, only to turn sour, then bitter....Why did YOU have to be the pest that found me a second time.....”

The tails grip tightens.

“Perhaps I should kill you and prevent a third, mm?~”

He’s got her right above his face now, eyes fading to red, hair fading to purple, skin seemingly melting away to the came colour and shade as his hair...his entire BODY down to the CLOTHES....though...they default to Vegeta’s usual battle suit...

His voice changes just that little bit more, making him sound almost ENTIRELY different from the other one.

“Perhaps that would indeed be in my best interest....before you summon the other one....or his Lower Class Friend....”

He grins, despite everything being the same colour, she can still see sharp canines glistening in the streetlights.

[tripl3gemini]

should i fly to japan just to visit the bitter rabbit cafe

[bapydemonprincess]

Picrew used: https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/1787745

The alternative advertising done for the new Black Butler Bitter Rabbit Cafe & Shop 🐇🖤

(Note: this is fan made not serious)