#KUROSHITSUJI

[ena333333]

ketchup & mustard💃🕺

[scliffe]

Interesting metaphor for Sebastian entering into a contract with ten year old Ciel.

Thinking about...

Whatever’s going on here

[cedric-k-rossignol]

[whoishotteranimepolls]

[varioushues]

[luci-on-the-moon]

I. Can't. Wait.

Emerald Witch Arc in 10 pictures. Superman. Precocious children. Failed German lessons. ’Ships ahoy. BAMF Phantomhive servants. (Part 1)

[scliffe]

Kuroshitsuji is unmatched I fear; we will never again see any other story where the main “good guys” are an evil aristocrat who is also a prepubescent child, a demon who is also an inhumanly capable butler, a bunch of assassins who make terrible manor servants, and their allies; some chinese mafia who are probably high on opium at all times, and a genius german child who used to live in a secluded society to invent weapon of mass genocide with her soldier-turned-butler.

[dragonksenia]

🐱🐱🐱

[k-s-morgan]

Those Gentle Slopes Snippet

Finally a snippet))

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“What’s wrong with you?” Ciel asked suspiciously.

“Nothing, my lord,” Sebastian gave him a slight bow, but as he did, more blood dripped onto the floor, staining it.

A nosebleed. Sebastian was having a nosebleed.

Ciel stared at him. Then he stared at the carpet.

“I’m not sure what I should find more concerning, that you’re bleeding or that you’re doing it on a thing worth three hundred pounds,” he mused. His intonations were flawless — as cold and detached as he wanted them to be, but his heart wasn’t planning to submit to his mind just as easily. It kept racing uncontrollably, making his lungs spasm at the most inconvenient intervals.

Something was very, very wrong. He could somewhat explain Sebastian’s recent clumsiness, maybe even his obvious fatigue — but a nosebleed for no reason? This wasn’t normal. They had lived together long enough for Ciel to understand what a demon’s body should and shouldn’t do.

Sebastian blinked, like he was finding it difficult to focus on him. More coldness spilled inside Ciel’s chest, wrapping around his heart and squeezing it in its frozen fist. The burst of panic was more vivid now, and his breathing stumbled.

“Sebastian!” he barked. This time, he sounded sharper, and this worked — Sebastian’s attention snapped to him automatically, his eyes gaining their usual intensity.

“Apologies,” he said. Somehow, he sounded completely unconcerned. “I will clean everything momentarily.”

“Forget the idiotic carpet!” Enough. Enough of this. Ciel stood up, crossing the distance between them and jabbing Sebastian in his nose. “Why is it bleeding? And why are you acting like a lunatic lately?”

Sebastian had the audacity to roll his eyes.

“It’s nothing, Young Master,” he uttered. The confidence he was exuding was contagious, and all Ciel wanted was to fall into it, to let it fill all the anxious spaces in his mind. “There are temporary complications that I will address when the time is right.”

This didn’t really make sense, but… but surely Sebastian knew what he was doing? Maybe some special demon season was underway — maybe Sebastian was moulting or something, so his human body was temporarily weakened.   

Ciel would be more than happy to leave this nonsense behind. However…

“You nearly dropped me yesterday,” he said, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Is this something you would call ‘temporary complications’?”

Sebastian’s lips twitched in a half-smile.

“I didn’t drop you, though, did I?” he asked. Somehow, his voice sounded even more soothing this time, and Ciel shivered, almost feeling cocooned by it. “I caught you. I would never let you fall.”

More calmness seeped into his blood. After some hesitation, Ciel nodded and turned away, hoping his relief wasn’t too palpable.

“Fine,” he said curtly. “Because what am I supposed to do with a servant who cannot even—”

He didn’t get a chance to finish his phrase because Sebastian suddenly doubled over. A hoarse, coughing sound tore out from his throat, and then he dropped to his knees as if his legs gave out.

Ciel froze, pinned to a spot by the weight of his horror. The next thing he knew, he was leaping back to Sebastian’s side and crashing to his knees, clutching at Sebastian’s shoulders with fierce, helpless desperation.  

This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be happening. Sebastian couldn’t be losing himself like this. What would Ciel do? Was there anything he could do?

He didn’t think he said anything, but Sebastian looked up as if he heard his name called. 

Ciel had no idea what his face was doing. Whatever it was, it made Sebastian smirk. Not derisively — almost fondly.

“I will protect you,” he said solemnly, still hoarse, but no longer coughing. “This is a temporary inconvenience that will have no bearing on our contract. You will be safe.”  

Ciel wanted to reply but found himself incapable of uttering a single word. His teeth were chattering, his chest heaving with dread.

He would have almost preferred to have Sebastian indifferent and poisonous towards him again than this. Anything but this. 

[thegracefulknight]

Gorgeous art as always aaaa

Pretty dress go yippie !!!!

[freckledfenrir]

I had a nightmare that the Black Butler hiatus was over, but the chapter we got was literally one page long, and that was how every chapter was every month.

[every-grelle-sutcliff]

[saintcapybara]

[lucifer5lucy]

If he could, he'd say " please. You haven't the slightest notion of the hell I've been through. "

i fucking LOVE yana…. this dialog with Ciel’s expression….

[imintobones]

That one meme