#a master/butler kinda relationship

[aleximustd13]

if you still do these 48 + vinikki pls pls pls i’ll love you forever

“So…” began the butler, as he extracted the sword out of its scabbard, making the sunlight bounce on the sharp blade, “shall we begin your training, Vincent?”

Vincent pulled out his weapon as well. “That’s master Wharton to you now, Nicholas.” The young man snickered, as he gripped the hilt with both hands. A flash of rage and determination lit up his hazel eyes as he slowly but confidently made his way towards his servant, who began walking forward too.

As much as Nicholas saw Vincent's birth and always took good care of him, they despised each other. Well, at least Vincent hated Nicholas, that’s for sure. There was something about the way the butler treated him like a child, despite being well over that phase of his life, that got on Vincent’s nerves.

But today, the day of his 21st birthday, would’ve been the day Vincent showed him, and everyone else, what he’s made of, he would’ve shown the man he had become.

“Oh come on, Vince,” grinned the older man, raising his sword. “we’re friends by now, aren’t we?”

“No, we’re not.” Responded the blond nobleman, through gritted teeth. The nobleman tried to stay calm, to not raise his voice, to not let his adversary win. Nicholas was found by his family when he was still a hungry urchin living in the London slums, so who the hell did he think he was? That day, Vincent thought, his father should’ve minded his business.

They stopped a few inches from each other, with their blades touching, in a guarding position.

“May the best of us win.” Said the butler, flashing his teeth, his green eyes glistening with calm confidence.

“En garde, old bastard.”

The metal clangors quickly followed one another. Whenever Vincent tried to strike, Nicholas was ready to deflect his attacks, almost as if he could predict Vincent’s every move. Slash, slash, lunge. Vincent only managed to cut a strand of the older man’s jet-black hair. Their swords crossed, the blades slipping, and now it was a matter of who was going to get the best of the other. Vince was losing his balance, but he refused to give up. With an effort and a scream of rage, the nobleman pushed away his adversary, making him almost trip on his own feet. Almost. But Vincent had already let his guard down, not having the time to react when Nicholas sweeped his blade, leaving a thin, bloody gash on the young man’s cheek. Vincent held back the hiss of pain.

“Oh, that’s gonna leave a nasty mark!” Snickered the butler.

Vincent decided to ignore him, determined to not get distracted by Nicholas’s babbling. The fact that he got hit even once, it was already one too many. He managed to deflect another blow, but barely. Their swords crossed again, but this time Vincent lost his balance and fell over, making him lose the grip of his weapon.

“Well, well, well.” The butler pointed his sword at the nobleman’s neck. “Rule number one: never let your guard down.”

“Are you gonna kill me…?” Muttered the blond, raising his head ever so slightly, in order to take a glimpse of Nicholas’s face.

The other let out air of his nose in amusement. “It would be very hard to explain your disappearance to your family.” He diverted his armed hand away from the young man, and reached out with the other, to help Vincent get up.

“Right…” said Vincent, a bit hesitant at first to accept his help. “The butler is always the prime suspect.”

The older man let out a hoarse laugh. “Wait here. I’ll go grab some bandages.”

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“How was I?” Asked Vincent. He didn't know why he wanted to seek Nicholas's approval, yet that question slipped out of his mouth.

“Not bad.” Said the other, concentrating on dabbing the wound with a bandage. "Not bad at all for your first time.”

The blond frowned, both from physical and emotional pain. “I feel like you’re lying to me.”

“I would never. " Responded the butler, calmly. "I mean it.”

"One day I'll be able to defeat you, you'll see." Mumbled the young man. "Then you're finally going to respect me."

Nicholas stopped what he was doing to look at his young master in the eyes. He smiled, thinking that Vincent was just like his father. "Here's the thing," he began, "respect is not given unconditionally, it is earned." He then put a hand on Vincent's shoulder. “This is my gift for you for today: a humble piece of advice. Happy birthday, master Wharton.”

Put That Guy in a SituationTM Ask Game/Prompt!

[v00do-d0ll]

I love Bruce and Alfred’s relationship so much. I love how much Alfred loves and cares for Bruce because sometimes it feels like he’s the only one that does.

I was just reading a superbat fic where Bruce gets hurt and Clark is talking to Alfred about how to care for him, and how to get Bruce to trust him and I kinda wish people played into Bruce’s separation anxiety, a little bit more. And I know that it sucks that he has separation anxiety, but it can be used in a cute way between Bruce and Alfred.

Since Bruce was a kid, he always wanted to be around Alfred. Alfred was his only friend for the majority of his life and he didn’t wanna be away from him and I think we should take that into adult hood.

Obviously, it has calm down in his adult life especially because he left Gotham for years, but I think it should still be there in small ways that most of the Batfam and Clark don’t pick up on.

Like Bruce not being able to go out and patrol, but is strong enough to wander the manor. So he just follows Alfred around as he does his daily duties, they talk here and there and Bruce helps Alfred anywhere the man will allow. But he mainly just stays in his vicinity watching over him.

or

Bruce just kind of needing to know where Alfred is at all times. Waking up and immediately going to the kitchen and not seeing Alfred there so he goes searching for him. Half asleep just wondering the halls, Alfred finds him looking for something..

“Master Bruce? May I inquire what you are looking for?” and Bruce turns around, looks at him and visibly relaxes. He doesn’t say anything he just grunts and walks back towards the kitchen and Alfred follows with a small smile.

or one of my favorites

Bruce gets de-aged into a 8 year old. Is freshly traumatized and he doesn’t want anyone but Alfred. He runs from all the kids and Clark, and doesn’t trust anyone but the butler.

He doesn’t speak at all, and just clings to Alfred’s leg and flinches from anything and everyone. He doesn’t want to sleep by himself in what he knows to be his parent’s room. So he sleeps with Alfred in the butlers quarters.

Everyone is between fawning over how cute Bruce and Alfred’s relationship is, and on the verge of tears every time he flinches away from them. Only to fawn again as they watch Bruce allowing Alfred to scoop him up and hide in his neck.

[scriptseekstories]

Queen Bee’s Hive

Chapter 2- Bee in a Wasp Nest

A/N: Okay, so things will pick up next chapter, just have to set up relationships and personality for Bee!Reader and other characters. And more fort as to what your mother’s research actually does and what she did.

Kinda made yall like Mirabel from Encanto and Laios from Delicious in Dungeon ngl

~Years Later~

Bees were your friend. They work with each other and protect their home. When you had another rough day of school and a torment from Damien, you could always count on the hive planted on your window to keep you company. They had always been your friend.

Sure you had human friends at school who are weird as you, but they just don’t know you like bees. They comforted you at low times, watched over you when you slept, and gave you so. Much. Honey.

The days were somewhat better after years since you were first taken in by the Waynes, but you wouldn’t never say your life got better. You were still pushed aside but your so called siblings, ignored by your father unless you were in trouble, and tormented by your demon brother Damien.

The harsh words, the aggressive shoves, the brutal chases away from his dog Titus, you didn’t know if being mugged was better than living with him. You even considered the other’s snarky comments about you whenever you bumped into them were more bearable.

“Don’t they have anything else better to do than bother us?” You once heard Tim scoffed when you wanted a seat from the kitchen while they had dinner, Stephanie humming in agreement as Dick laughed it off while others didn’t even answer him. Yeah… they all had dinner together while you were in your room eating alone.

Buzzzzz

My mistake, you never ate alone.

“Hey, my beauties,” You slid your window up carefully to avoid crushing any bees that were too slow. You clutched the flower pot in your hands as you stared at at their strong hive, seeing that honey is almost ready.

“I got you some flowers,” You spoke as if the bees understood you, but maybe they do understand you. They never stung you, they always perched on your nose or hand, and they always seem to make your day a little brighter.

“Today we have Lotus flowers on the menu,” You sighed while resting your cheek on your hand, watching the bees snuggle into the petals and collect the pollen. You adored your grown hive, tending to your little creatures for years as you seen generations after generations of bees live past.

Each Queen bee you’ve seen are as beautiful as the last, and you adored how hard she keeps her drones and workers happy. ‘Wish I was your worker bee,’ You hummed deeply before checking your phone to see that it was only 3.

You had time, so you quickly shut the window, apologizing to the bees who were startled before grabbing your travel bag and wallet, stumbling out of your room and racing down the long stairs, where your favorite butler was cleaning the couches.

“I’ll be back Alfred!” You called out to the butler as you attempted to fight your coat into staying on you. Alfred smiled before wincing when you accidentally slid on the carpet and crashed into the umbrella stand.

You had always been a klutz, crashing into objects, tripping over air, even one time accidentally taking out half Gotham’s power. (GCPD and Batman assumed it was an attack by a villain, and Alfred had the love for you to not narc)

“I’m okay!” You called out while stumbling to stand up and attempting to fix the umbrella stand, finally having your coat on before shutting the door behind you. Alfred merely shook his head and smiled softly while truly fixing up the stand as you left all the hats and umbrellas on the floor.

“May Master (Name) always have that bright smile,” He mumbled, before going back to cleaning the couches, just as he quietly check on the carefully written list full of your birthday wishes he had in his pocket, smiling.

You inhaled a deep breath of the Gotham air, which may sound disgusting but since you lived in the rich part of the city, the air was cleaner than most. That thought made you sad for reasons involving people and insects, not much are capable of fixing the air in order to thrive in.

Which is why you must do what you need to do.

Looking around, you concluded none of the family were outside, so you took that chance and crouch around the bushes in the front, and pulled out your skates. Why would you hide them outside instead of your room? Simple, there’s just not enough space in your room.

You replaced your bed frame with a hammock so you could fit your desk for school, you had a small closet boxed with childhood accomplishments and awards, and walls completely covered in posters and research papers.

Yet it didn’t bother you one bit, for it was your safe space, your haven in a house that wasn’t your home. You shoved your foot into your skates, wobbly standing up and securing your ground before rolling down the driveway.

You pushed yourself down into the big city of Gotham, avoiding walking pedestrians and taking turns left and right. Each person you passed by, you always greeted with a bright smile and waved at them, to which they couldn’t help but smile back.

In a place like Gotham, it’s rare to have genuine smiles and kindness that you apparently had. You decided it was best to still show a smile to all even though your life wasn’t that great either.

Why let the darkness and grim life consume you when you could still bring a light to others? That’s what your mother taught you. Sure, it was hard to keep on showing that sweet smile of yours day after day being neglected and tormented by the Waynes, yet you had to.

For your mother.

Each street you rolled into, the less citizens were present. That was due to the fact you were skating right into the heavy crime side of Gotham City. Yet you didn’t stop, in fact, your smile grew as you now saw the figures of the neighbors who all were familiar on the news.

“Good evening, child,” “Though you bit the dust already, kid!” “Avoid that pothole, (Name),” The various voices you heard as you skated pass them, where you stumbled upon the banged on concrete and avoided the destroyed roads that even the toughest tires would get deflated.

“Hi, Dr. Crane!” “Still kicking, Mr. Dent!” “Sharp as always, Miss Kyle!” Each calls towards a villain may have civilians run for the hills, however you on the other hand was either not afraid of these top baddies, or stupid to know your life could be in danger.

It might’ve been the latter, as your anxious personality prevented you from reacting like a normal person. So instead when you first stumbled upon the villain side of Gotham, you didn’t run away. Instead, you used all the fake confidence you had and strutted inside, greeting each criminal, thug, villain, or henchman with a smile.

Needless to say, some were baffled, others were amused, they wanted to see if you would still smile after witnessing them take your teeth out. But alas, there was one particular criminal that had them all to back off, dare they try to harm you they would have to answer to-

Ding

You pushed the door to a shady rundown flower shop, the tiny bell ringing to indicate your presence. Digging into your bag, you pulled out a wad of cash Alfred provided you ever since middle school since you needed permission from jobs to work, and you didn’t dare ask Bruce, so Alfred provided.

“My sweet little Bumblebee~” You looked up with a smile at the sight of the woman who provided you with flowers. Her rose red hair always stood out amongst the plants and flowers, her pale skin kissed with hues of green, and her dark green outfit flowed and tangled with the vines lowering her down from the shadows of the flower shop.

“Hi Miss Ivy!” You held out the bills for her as she lowered herself down and gracefully grabbed them. She placed her feet on the floorboards and leaned against the counter, counting the money with a grin.

“Glad to hear that my flowers are being praised by your little creatures,” She sighed, sensing all the plants you bought being tended to by the bees and other insects who craved the sweet aroma of her plants.

“Miss Ivy, you think you could pre-stock some marigolds for me around a week in advance? I think I actually might have gotten a breakthrough! Just on time for my birthday!” You excited rambled off, jumping in one place like a child as Ivy handed you a bag of seeds just as you paid for.

“Really now?” She grinned, “Well, here I give you a special treat for an early birthday gift~” Using her vines, it reached deep into the hall behind the counter that was suspiciously covered in shadows before it emerged with a box.

“Thank you, Miss Ivy,” It was a nice steal box, knowing Ivy would never use wood for anything. It had carved bees on it and honeycomb patterns. You were about to open it when Ivy placed her green hands over yours, giving you a wink. Right, open it on your birthday.

“Like I said, anything for my little Bumblebee,” She cooed while booping your nose, “It’s only fair to assist the bee’s savior, which also extends you being the flower’s savior too~” Her vines curled at her words, sliding up to you in an attempt to pet you, to which you backed away quickly.

“Ha ha ha…” You let out a nervous laugh, voice cracking midway which made you wanna internally die when you heard Ivy cackle as you walked out of the door, skating down and almost hitting Bane.

Being so deep into the crime filled side of Gotham, Ivy believed you to be stupid and had a death wish when you first came into her cover store. She decided to spare your life when all she saw in you was a clumsy and pathetic ridden teenager who just wanted to actually buy flowers from her.

You amuse her so much. The moment you ate shit in front of her little shop had her hooked immediately, and she fell in love with you the moment you rambled on about the relationship between bees and flowers.

You skated along the roughed up sidewalk, waving goodbye to the residents of this crime filled area. Never actually saw crime here, as you guess Batman had them on a leash.

‘Batman… why couldn’t you have saved her,’ You held to resentment towards the Dark Knight, yet you weren’t a fan of him either. He was just… someone who couldn’t save your mother.

You finally made it to your location, just as the sun shined perfectly down into the building you worked so hard inside.

An abandoned warehouse just right at the edge of Crime Alley. The warehouse that your mother worked in with her team before it was attacked by a crime boss. You moved all her papers and results inside to avoid questions from Alfred or the others.

You grunted while pushing the collapsed door to crawl under, before grasping a power generator and jerked it around. With a simple puff of smoke, the whole place lit up with dim lighting and additional fairy lights you added for personal touch.

“Right, time to get started,” The closer you walked through the warehouse, the louder a buzzing can be heard. Sunlight peering through a skylight, in the middle of the building lay a garden, with flowers planted by Poison Ivy herself and a garden gate built in by Scarecrow.

Inside the garden? Your mother’s bees. The ones that she nurtured for her researched, the genetically modified creatures that made it through everything. You smiled with pride at the fact you kept them alive for this long, generations of bees lived in your care.

Digging through your bag, you pulled out your laptop and an empty jar, where you set them down on a lab table. On the table sat an old tv with a VHS player. Grabbing a tape from the top, you inserted it in and opened your laptop as the video began to play.

“Project: Honey. This research study may very will be the next step in animal kingdom history. We are here to investigate the potential for genetic modification to enhance the physical capabilities of the honeybees, rendering them more resilient to climate challenges and better suited for urban environments to grow our managed earth,” the static voice of your mother rung out in the warehouse, causing the bees to buzz in an almost harmonious way.

“For years, we have concluded that our genetically modified bees are able to gain more muscle mass that not only increase their flight, but their defenses, speed, and strength. Our results have tested our bees to collect 35% more nectar than the average bee, and provide more pollen over a whole continent!” The excitement in her voice made you smile. You really do miss her.

You turned on bunsen burners, tubes filled with essences of the hive and honey made from the bees, listening to each VHS tapes that your mother recorded. Just like what you’ve been doing since you turned 10, you realized you had to do more than tend to the genetic bees.

You had to continue her work.

“However, the side effects to potentially playing god among the bees are a serious risk to take for the better of world. We just need to-,” Yet a harsh SSSSHHHHH sound popped up as the final tape wasn’t fully finished, and it cut off while only playing static.

You turned it off after hours of work, stretching your limps with a satisfied feeling. You rested your arms on the table and turned a picture frame that held a photo of you on your fifth birthday, with your mother in her lab coat holding you in her arms, both of you happy.

“Just one more week, and I’ll finally complete your dream Mama,” You smiled softly at the photo, gently kissing your fingertips and placed them over her face. Everything you’re doing, all the hard work, it was all for her.

She may be gone, but you’re still here. You’ll complete Project: Honey and help humanity your own way. You’ll be a hero, just like what your mother would’ve wanted, be more of a hero to the world like Batman is to Gotham.

It was currently 10, and you had to hurry home before Alfred came up stairs to check on you. You decided to take a cab home and after a solid 20 minutes, you made it home than you usually do when on skates.

You slid your skates under the bush, made sure your jar of honey made by the genetic bees were sealed in your bag, and opened the door. You saw Alfred serving your plate, yet you knew it wasn’t going to be set on the table with the others.

You walked closer to the dining area, seeing that all of the family were together, eating and talking amongst themselves while smiles on their faces.

“Hey… don’t mind me…” You awkwardly shuffled to the side, slowly reaching for a honeydew, then your plate Alfred gave with a sad smile, before mumbling a “sorry” and running back your room, cringing at the interaction. It was as if they forgot you lived here and are uncomfortable with the thought of seeing you.

Just as well, you were just as uncomfortable making small talk to them as they are even looking at you. You didn’t care, right? Yet you still felt your heart ache with hurt. They never seem happy to have you talking to them.

You opened your door, setting the box Ivy gave you on your desk and the jar of honey down as well. You sliced the honeydew into slices and took one to the window, sliding it open to see the bees perching on the sill, almost like they were waiting for you.

“Hello my loyal royal subjects!” You joked with a proud look on your face, though the way the bees didn’t buzz at you, they weren’t impress with your humor. You gave an awkward laugh before placing a slice of honeydew on the windowsill, where the bees practically burrowed into the fresh sweet fruit.

You smiled with joy. Today wasn’t that bad, yet it still wasn’t enough to have you reassured yourself that you belonged here.

The next day you needed another ripe honeydew that Alfred bought you. You peaked from the stairs and nodded when no one was present in the kitchen. Taking long strides from the stairs to the kitchen so you could get back upstairs faster, you grasped onto the fruit when a tsk was heard.

“You don’t belong here, you know that, right?” Dropping the honeydew due to the familiar voice, you dreaded turning around to see Damien, arms crossed and leaning back against the kitchen island. It seemed he was eager to mock me and waited for me to come down like a weird predator.

“Yeah… don’t need to mention it every single day…” You nervously nodded, crouching down to grab the dropped fruit, hoping it would still be fresh enough for your beloved bees.

“I should, because it doesn’t seem that you got it through your inferior mind,” He scoffed, grabbing the honeydew before you could retreat, “You’re not special. You’re nothing but mundane and simple, not worthy to be on the same stone as us,” That damn smug look on his face made you wanna shove that honeydew up his-

“Right, and you supposedly are with your cool sword skills and emo energy,” You muttered, snickering to yourself as if you said something cool. Which you did, of course! However Damien didn’t find it funny as he scowled you suddenly felt pain on your stomach. You hissed in pain when he threw the honeydew at you.

“Watch your mouth, inferior! I am the perfect offspring of the Al Ghul and a Wayne! You don’t belong in the Wayne title!” He snapped, hands twitching as if he was ready to call Titus on you. Fear shot up your spine, making him smirk at the look in your eyes. But what he said, about being a Wayne, anger took over your fear of his damn dog.

“Well, good news, brat! I don’t want a title that makes me as egotistical and stuck up as you guys!” Your voice might’ve been shaky, but this was the most confrontational you’ve ever been towards anyone, it caught Damien off guard with how offended and angry you actually sounded.

“I’m not a Wayne! I’m a Raine, and I don’t need a brat like you destroying what I have left!” Grabbing the now bruised honeydew, you pushed Damien hard. It may not have actually made him fall down, but he didn’t fully expect you to physically touch him, so he stumbled back a little.

He looked at you like you had the audacity to put your hands as valuable as him. His eyes darkened as he didn’t bother to call for Titus, he let out a shout before lunging at you.

You both fell, you pushing his face away with one hand as you held onto the honeydew so Damien wouldn’t use it to slam it against your stomach again. Alfred heard the stumbling of chairs being pushed and shouts in the kitchen, causing him to race in just in time to see Damien scratched your eyes.

“Master Damien!!” He was appalled at the sight, quickly pulling you out of his reach. In a flash, Dick, who was right behind Alfred, held onto Damien and pulled him away as he cursed at you and struggled like an angry cat. A mangy, ugly looking cat.

Dick managed to calm Damien down, but then gave a disappointed sigh before looking at you, giving you a look as if you were the one causing problems and he was tired with you. As if he even had the time to know you and get tired with you.

“You shouldn’t have talk to Damien like that, he doesn’t know better, (M/N)!” He scolded you with a tsk, where you didn’t even bother to mention that he completely butchered your name, “You have be apologize,” You stared at Dick in utter disbelief.

You? Apologize to Damien?! You let out a scoff as you stumbled to stand up, seeing the now ruined honeydew crushed by Jason who gave you an unimpressed look, crossing his arms which added more humiliation.

“L-Like hell would ever apologize to a stuck up baby! He started it!” You stammered, voice cracking in a way that didn’t help your situation as you saw a grin on Steph’s face, about to mock you. Cass merely gave you a look like silently saying that you were to blame.

“Stuck up baby? Look in the mirror,” Tim remarked, nudging Duke, who looked uncomfortable and was about to speak up, but deep footsteps made everyone freeze. Bruce stared at Damien, who was being held back by Dick, and then you, who quickly avoided eye contact and clutched onto Alfred’s hand tighter.

It might have been foolish, stupid even, to think that Bruce would come to your aid, to comfort you and scold Damien for attacking you. But you knew the truth. You never mattered to him.

“Go to your room,” He demanded with his sharp eyes staring at you. “Now,” You felt awful, sick. Every time you get in a tussle with one of them, Bruce will always come in defense to them. Every time you get blamed, you would be sent to your room alone. And every time you see his eyes, they’re always filled with nothing but annoyance and disappointment.

As if you were the one causing a nuisance in their perfect family, as if you were the intruder insect that invaded their hive, as if you were nothing but an obligation. Slipping your fingers out of Alfred’s hands, you tried not to cry.

“Fine,” You whispered, legs pulling my body up the stairs, not daring to look back to see Damien’s stupid smug smirk and the disappointing head shakes from Dick or the snickering from the others.

Your room felt smaller, more closed off than the other rooms. Why did you choose it again? Right, it was because you weren’t wanted by the family, hence you didn’t deserve being in the family hall.

You heart your heart twist with hurt and anger, as if you could open your mouth and vomit all the hate and rage building up inside you. Sliding up your window, you watched the sunset from over the garden, where the bees began to settle down and perch over your hand.

Alfred will be coming up to give you your dinner and stay with you. But even with the company of Alfred, he wasn’t strong enough to get through the family, he wasn’t enough to bring the love you craved for years. Despite it all, he was still a bee that works for Bruce.

You concluded a long time ago that this wasn’t a beehive, and you weren’t an invasive insect. No…

This was a wasp’s nest, and you were the bee they taken for consumption.

Buzzzzz

At least your hive will free you one day.

A/N: Yep, you in fact do have villain friends. Yet they don’t know your current situation since you referred to yourself as Raine, never Wayne.

Hopefully they would help you when things get low. They may be evil, but they’re not monsters (just ignore the comic accurate villains lol. And joker)

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[starpunkd]

My two cents on the Brighton Arc

I think that the main theme of this Arc is separation. Like those pages of the last chapter said, masters are going to be relieved from the nuisance of their butlers servants. And, of course, we saw Sebastian's reaction to that. Not a surprise, really.

But we haven't got any particular reaction from Ciel, and I bet this is going to be the main source of tension in this Arc. The question is: How does Ciel view his real separation from Sebastian?

Because, of course, in this Arc it's going to be real. I believe that the Undertaker is planning to separate them somehow either binding Sebastian with some sort of magic or technology, or likely, he'll offer Ciel some sort of way to break the contract. And I predict that we're going to see Ciel's side of things. Whether he will still choose Sebastian, not out of desperation, but from a point of power. This is going to be a full stop in a debate whether Sebastian is more than a pawn to him? If given a choice, will Ciel still offer his soul to this demon? Is there even such a thing as him without Sebastian?

Those are all very interesting questions for the audience to think about, and I'm betting on this: from a point of power and with a sober collected mind, Ciel is still going to choose Sebastian, because this demon is not his curse, because he's proved his devotion beyond the scope of their contract over and over again. Because this demon has won Ciel's heart over everyone and anyone in Ciel's life. My prediction is that Ciel will choose Sebastian not because he needs him, but because he wants him. And that's a ride I'm so willing to take. At this point I don't see any other narrative possibilities for their relationship. I'm absolutely 1000% certain they're endgame.

And I also think that the first two anime seasons which everyone says aren't canon, actually do offer a lot of foreshadowing for how the manga might end. Cuz, remember, in season 2 Ciel found a new reason to live after his revenge, and all he wanted was Sebastian by his side. Even the version of Sebastian, who was not... how shall I put it... overly affectionate towards him. And Ciel still chose that Sebastian to take him in his arms and carry him into eternity bridal style. Now obviously, in the manga, Sebastian has had a lot more character development, and at this point he's so much sweeter and more affectionate, so yeah, I don't think it's gonna be that hard of a choice, really. But we'll see, we'll see...

You can object, be my guests, please, but I kinda feel that time will tell, and the time is near.

I rest my case here.

[all-routes-lead-to-simping]

No but we need to talk about Sora more. He's honestly THE character of all time because???

He learnt an ANCIENT LANGUAGE for a crush. Was it even reciprocated??? Was it just to impress her??? Did it actually help??? We don't know for sure but we do know he still kinda knows how to read it

He still can do fire magic? The dark magic thing didn't replace that? He can very much still set things on fire? At least candles, or enough to light the way.

He has experience torturing people. Idk which previous owner he had decided letting the slave learn torturing skills was a good idea. (Oh right, the one who thought he could kidnap two fiance's of princes)

He's like, the only member of the harem who's had crushes and relationships before? Cezar has had "dalliances" with what are most definitely brothel workers, but that doesn't count. Everyone else is strictly Bakaromantic.

How old even is he???? He's a "young man", Catarina doesn't consider their ages to be too far apart, but he's also an "older" archetype romancable from FL2. I know that he also has no idea, but I need to know if this is 21-23 territory or if he's like 27-29. He could even be over 30 and catarina is just including her past life when comparing. Please.

He's killed. Cezar has guilt about his past, but Sora has moved on with zero worries. I think the anime changed it so that Sora kinda just blacked out for the dark magic ritual, instead of killing the sacrifice himself, but he's also done "all the different dirty deeds". You can't convince me that silencing loose ends wasn't one of them. Also, if Sora was blacked out and didn't shank the sacrifice himself, how would he know it was some elderly guy? He definitely did it himself in the novel.

He has no experience with stability. He's never had a healthy relationship, the only time he had confidence in his next meal and a place to sleep was when he was a SLAVE. His favourite food is the dorm food from the ministry, his dream relationship is one where the girl does something like cook for him instead of want sex. His standards are so low and he deserves so much more (which I can give him)

He spent multiple months unofficially working at the ministry while still not knowing where anything was. No one gave him an induction. Because they were too busy. Like what??? Was he still getting paid at least?????

He has one shirt. He wears the same, illfitting black shirt both when working and on his off days. Please please please can we crowdfund him a new one. That neckline is NOT flattering, it's flapping about everywhere. I want to see him in more suits!!! A different colour shirt!!! Anything, please I'll take anything. I'm pretty sure he only has one pair of trousers too.

He was a slave? A straight up slave? A genuine slave? Passed from owner to owner? The rest of the harem is royalty, nobility, + one prodigy so prodigious other countries have heard of her. But Sora is just a fucking ex-slave??????

His go-to way to get information is to start flirting. His go-to way to get help is to put on a sad face. His go-to way to get out of Consequences is to say he's very sorry. And it WORKS.

Despite this, his charisma stat is only 3 out of 5???????

He can do like any job that isn't writing reports. He has experience driving carriages, being a day worker, butler, escort, bodyguard, whatever it is he does at the ministry, etc

He's canonically physically stronger than everyone else. But Geordo and the princes have regular sword training? Sora barely has consistent meals, where does he find the energy and time to hit the gym??? Is this just the power of being an actual adult?????

I have a folder with a screenshot of every frame from the anime with him in it. Oh sorry, this one is off topic-

Can we go back to the learning a dead language for a crush part?? Seriously, that's really impressive. When did he find the resources to do that. "Hey mr master guy can I have a tutor to teach me Latin 2.0 for no reason. It'll definitely help with your evil plan."

His 5 seconds in the movie were so extra and for what. Bro covered his right eye to act all chuuni. As far as I'm aware, his dark magic vision isn't limited to one eye. Why did he do that.

His fake surname is SMITH. That's so boring. I'm still mad about it. He didn't even get it from someone who's called Smith. It's just Susanna's fake surname that she said he could use as well. I have much better recommendations. My surname is MUCH nicer sounding, but so is literally every other surname in their universe.

He's the only guy with a Japanese name. Everyone else is called either European/European sounding names (except for Cezar or those from Mutraq). I know this is because his name was picked on literal meaning, but that's still a fun fact. It also is more proof hamefura was translated instead of localised, because Sky is a feminine leaning yet gender neutral name just like Sora is.

His hair is BLUE. You could say Alan's hair is platinum blond but More, and Raphael is a redhead but more literal, Rozy is brunette but stylised, and Aquil just has purple tips for funsies or circus reasons, but Sora has a head full of BRIGHT BLUE HAIR, in a world where everyone else is natural colour adjacent, and this is never questioned. Cezars golden eyes are scary and unnatural to the point he hides them, Sophia ghost white hair and red eyes are pretty plot significant, but Sora's blue hair??????? Yeah that's just natural.

His birthday is celebrated on September 25th, because that's when he met Catarina. He doesn't know his biological birthday, so it's just the day that this version of Sora was "born". Sora the Catarina simp.

For all his past relationship experience, his feelings for Catarina are entirely new. As in, he's never felt this type of pure, innocent love before. He gets all flustered about it, and experiences cuteness aggression.

Does this imply he was wooing earlier girl who liked ancient script to get in her bed??? How does that even work? "Me and the older lady I bagged by pretending to be a nerd"??? Again, did it work?

Was the first one to kiss Catarina unless I'm mistaken. This isn't exactly a good point because NONE of her kisses have been consensual. (Seriously, why do people keep kissing her so much. Geordo I'm looking at YOU.) But he IS the only person who has stopped trying to kiss her at every opportunity after realising she wasn't into that. (Geordo. I'm looking at you.)

If he appears in FL2 as a worker in the ministry, meaning the whole kidnapping thing went as scheduled. Does that mean the plot to get both Geordo and Ian removed from the line of succession worked? Didn't that version of Geordo straight up not have a fiancé though? Unless everything was completely different?

He got hired by the Claes family to be Catarinas bodyguard, at least temporarily. AND he got indirectly hired by Mary to interfere with Geordo's attempts to have time with Catarina. He's really living the dream life. PAID to cockblock???? Incredible.

He's from Ethenell but can still do magic, which is supposed to be a Sorcier Special Thing. At least, they absolutely don't have it in Quid. This is just another way in which Sora is amazing 🥰

He saw a childhood friend in trouble, was shocked he wasn't dead, then almost went "nah not my problem". But then he DIDN'T, because of Catarina's influence

Despite being a new addition to the ministry, and, again, NOT BEING TRAINED, he is considered very talented and capable at his work.

Speaking of his work, WHAT IS IT???? they're in the magical tool department but he doesn't make anything? He gets sent outside the office sometimes to do extra work? He randomly appeared in the movie right before the bird was released?? Seriously wtf is his job description.

He has lunch with Catarina and walks her back to her carriage every day yet no one considers him a significant rival. From this we can conclude that Geordo and Mary have no idea this happens.

If you read the whole thing honestly like marry me or something because I need someone who is as insane about Sora as I am in my life. If you have any additional Sora facts I've forgotten PLEASE tell me.

[natimiles]

What is that? (a tattooed reader)

Summary: You tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.

Words: 1716

Tags: reader have tattoos; platonic relationships; more like friendships; no pronouns for reader, but you wear a dress and have sort of long hair.

Can you tell I have favorites? Only Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arhur, Vincent, Theo, Napoleon and Sebastian show up. Le Comte is vaguely mentioned.

If you're curious to see the tattoos, I linked their images in their respective descriptions throughout the fanfic.

“What is that, mademoiselle?” 

You're helping Sebastian with breakfast, moving around the dining room, but you’ve been feeling a strong stare for a while. You're already accustomed to everyone, so you don't mind. You knew that if it was Isaac trying to muster the courage to ask you something, he would eventually do it. But it’s Jean’s voice, and it catches your attention because he usually eats in silence; and he sounds unsure and curious.

You set Arthur’s coffee in front of him while you glance at the table and everything you and Sebastian made. Perhaps there's something he doesn't know, like when you baked him macarons, but today's menu is the same as usual.

“What is what?”

“That thing,” he points in your direction. 

Isaac, Mozart, Vincent, and Theo are already having breakfast too, but they pause to glance at you, curious about what Jean is talking about. You feel a bit self-conscious and briefly inspect your clothes. Did you spill something? Fortunately, no. 

“I don’t follow, Jean.”

“That thing you have here,” he points at his own back. “I’ve seen it since I sat here to eat, but I can’t understand.”

You raise an eyebrow at him and look over your shoulder, Arthur takes advantage that you’re still by his side to lean backwards on his chair and measure you up and down — and definitely stare at your ass.

“Stop it, perv,” you playfully spat the writer’s arm, earning a chuckle from him. 

���Ah, I think Master Jean is talking about your tattoo,” Sebastian tries to help, pointing at his own nape.

Realization finally hits you. Since arriving at the mansion, you've been exclusively wearing long clothes that cover almost your entire body. However, summer started a few weeks ago, and you've been feeling the full force of the heat. It's scorching every day, and at times, you wake up covered in sweat. You've been yearning for an air conditioner or even just a simple fan. So you bought lighter clothes recently — aka Comte bought you a whole summer wardrobe as a gift. What you're wearing today is just an off-the-shoulder dress, so the front and back necklines are a bit lower than usual, but not by much. However, you tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.

“What is that?” Jean is even more curious now, evident from the way he furrows his brow.

“It's a drawing on my body, made with a special kind of paint that never fades. It's a form of art.”

“Really?” You've piqued Theo's interest in art. “And what is it?”

“Music,” and now you’ve piqued Mozart’s interest in music. He doesn’t really show it, but you know him well enough to see when he’s curious. “Well, kinda. It goes a little down my spine, but it’s safe to show. Sebastian, can you help me, please?”

The butler nods and approaches you. You turn your back and move your ponytail to the side for a better view, while Sebastian lowers your neckline slightly so the others can satisfy their curiosity and see it.

It starts just at the end of your nape and goes 5 inches down. It’s an all-black DNA drawing with musical notes on the middle lines, a representation of a metronome pendulum on top, and a treble clef at the bottom. The middle actually has the same number of lines as a music sheet, and the notes can be read as the first five notes of your favorite song.

There’s only silence for a few moments, and as you turn around, you see that they're still staring at you. You think Theo hadn't even blinked until now because he suddenly blinks a lot, and his eyes meet yours.

“It’s pretty!” Vicent smiles like the angel he is. “Is it a real song?”

“It is,” Mozart hums the notes, his eyes conveying that he knows it’s your favorite song.

You've told him once, when you went to the music room to give him an afternoon snack. You were already friends (kind of), so when you saw he wasn't there at the moment, you knew he wouldn't mind if you sat down and softly played it; so you did. The next thing you knew, he was barging into the music room to scold whoever had the audacity to touch his piano, but he stopped when he saw you. He may have asked you to write down the notes so he could play it with you.

“Oh, yeah, you played it for us in the last banquet,” Isaac remembers.

“Does it hurt?” Jean asked, curious again. 

“No, not anymore. It hurt when I was getting it done. Boy, that was one hell of a ride,” you laugh. “But it’s been years, so it’s all healed and okay now.”

“It suits you, hondje. Do you have more?”

“I do!” You beam at them, feeling all bubbly inside. It's lovely how they always show interest in anything about you and remember what you like. “It’s on my thigh.” You use the tip of your toes to put more leverage on your right leg, grabbing a fistful of the skirt of your dress. You lift it to show them your tattoo, but a hand stops you when it's reaching your knee.

“Nunuche, what the hell?” 

Napoleon had just woken up and was joining you in the dining room. Did you say something about your thigh? He was still a little sleepy, so he thought he heard you wrong. But then you grabbed your dress… What the fuck do you think you’re doing? He was at your side in the blink of an eye, gripping your wrists tightly and looking at you with a panic expression. It’d certainly be red in a second, if the loud slap sound was any indication. 

And that’s how you make vampires choke on their foods and drinks. You look at them, a confused expression on your face. Isaac spat his tea all over his plate and is now coughing to clear his throat. Jean dropped his fork, frozen in his chair. Mozart is blinking in a frenzy, his mug in such a tight grip on his hand that his knuckles are white. Vincent is blushing furiously, his mouth agape. Theo is actually amused, and you clearly heard Arthur complaining to Napoleon that it was just getting good. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, startled. 

“MC, just remember we’re not in the 21st century,” Sebastian says, clearly holding a smirk. 

You feel your entire face heat up. Oh my God! That was certainly an uncomfortable situation. But you were so used to them; they made you feel at home, so you didn’t really think about what you were doing.

“Oh, right, sorry,” You chuckle and blush under the intensity of their stares. “But it’s no big deal, really. Sebastian and le Comte have already seen it.”

“Say that again?” Theo asks as his gaze drifts to the butler, just like everyone else's. 

“It’s nothing weird!” You can almost feel the emperor’s grip tightening. Sometimes he was so overprotective — they all were, and it was both endearing and funny. You huff. “We were talking about the 21st century, and I told Sebas that I have tattoos and showed him. Simple as that. Lots of people wear clothes that show a lot of skin in modern days. Do you think I would lift my dress to show the tattoo when I’m right next to Arthur if it wasn’t okay?” You deadpan Napoleon.

“Hey!” The writer complains, but everybody ignores him. You do have a point.

Napoleon frowns, but slowly releases you. You look at the others and just from a look they know you’ll be mad if they freak out again, so they try to act cool. Keyword: try. They’re staring so much you think they’ll open a hole in your thigh, but at least they’re quiet. You lift the dress just a little more and your tattoo is finally showing. It’s colorful and about the same size as the other. There’s white fine lines connecting dots, forming the Leo constellation, with a blue-purple watercolor background.

“Yes, luv! Now that’s a good breakfast,” Arthur smirks and places his elbow on the table to support his head as he looks at you. He’s so glad that Jean started this conversation while you were still beside him. Napoleon purses his lips and glares at the writer, but he knows better than to start a fight. His nunuche wouldn't let him live it down. 

“What the fuck is that?” Theo raises an eyebrow. Don’t get him wrong, he likes the art, but he just doesn’t understand what it’s supposed to be.

“Theo, language,” Vincent scolds his brother. He doesn’t want you to think they don’t like it.

“Is it upside down?” Jean frowns and tilts his head, trying to get a different angle, but it doesn’t make a difference.

"It's the Leo constellation," you chuckle and glance at Isaac, knowing he would understand. He enjoyed stargazing and always invited you to join him, especially after discovering your shared interest — then he started rambling about physics and astronomy, and you were lost.

“Oh, the stars,” Vincent says.

"So," Theo begins, and you can tell from his amused tone that he's about to say something to make you blush, "you have one that resembles Mozart and another that resembles Isaac."

“No, no. It’d have to be an apple for Newt,” Arthur grins when the poor physicist blushes as red as… the mentioned fruit.

“You’re the worst,” Isaac mumbles under his breath.

You chuckle at their banter. “So that’s it,” you say, releasing your dress. “We have a lot of things to do. So finish your breakfasts quickly.” You clap your hands twice.

“Indeed,” Sebastian nods in agreement.

You have moments of silence after that and you go back to work, but you feel the stares the whole day. You know they still have so much to say and ask, but they stay quiet.

You have some “not-so-permanent tattoos” now — and they might have helped do some.

I don't have tattoos yet, but I really want it. I'd make the first one, but with colors.

Crossposted on AO3.

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[mr-celestial-writings]

Two Of A Feather

Pairing: Conner Kent x Darkseid/Doomsday Clone! Gender Neutral! Reader

Summary: When you were discovered, Batman stepped up to give you a place to stay, to teach you right from wrong. Yet, nobody outside of his family and the Justice League were to know about you. So when Tim let it slip... Conner had to see the truth.

a/n: wow, first a/n at the start, but this was a request! Requested by @seven709! Thank you so much! I appreciate you and your request! Possibly unrelated, but I had to speed run learning about Doomsday and Darkseid via the fandom Wiki. Never been more thankful for an adblocker.

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Conner was pissed. At Superman, at Tim, At the Justice League for keeping you a secret.

There was somebody like him, another clone. Sure, you weren't a clone of Superman and Lex Luthor, but you were still a clone.

A Clone of Darkseid and Doomsday. Created to be their weapon. And if it weren't for the Justice League, you could have been.

Conner wasn't supposed to know you existed. Nobody was. You were to be hidden, protected from the outside world. Or maybe the outside world was to be protected from you.

Conner sore through the skies until Wayne Manor came into view. Anger was an ugly beast, especially for Conner.

The funny think was, it was an accident how Conner found out about you.

"So anyways, Damian decided it would be a good idea to spare with [Name]-" Tim said. He and Conner were on a voice call.

Conner raised a brow at the new name, "Wait, whose [Name]? Did Bruce adopt another kid?" He asked.

"Eh, kinda. [Name]'s a clone. Darksied and Doomsday decided it would be smart to create, but anyways Damian tried to spare with them-"

Conner hung up the call after that. In the blink of an eye he was out the door and flying towards Gotham.

He landed on the front porch, and banged on the door. Alfred answered it and before the old butler could greet Conner, the Superboy was pushing his way inside.

"Where are they? Where's [Name]?" He asked. He clearly wasn't playing around.

Alfred sighed, "Master [Name] is in their room. Allow me to guide you." He said calmly, leading Conner to a room on the second floor.

Conner had a stoic look on his face. How dare the existence of another clone be kept from him! Conner didn't care whose clone you were, you needed to know you weren't alone.

Alfred stood outside the door, motioning for Conner to enter. Conner didn't hesitate as he opened the door.

And There he saw you. You were tall, built like a brick wall. Your eyes were a solid color. But for the most part... you looked human. That's what surprised Conner the most.

Sure, your skin was a little gray, but you were... just you. Not the monster Conner was expecting. He felt bad for expecting that monster.

You looked at Conner, eyes wide and innocent. You weren't... a monster at all. In any sense of the word.

"Uh, Hi... I'm Conner." Conner said gently, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Uh-... I am... [Name] Wayne." You introduced yourself. Your voice was rough, your tone almost robotic.

"S-Sorry for barging in like this. I just heard there was another clone and-" Conner got cut off by you. You rushed over and held his shoulders.

His cheeks felt a little warm at the bright grin on your face.

"You are... like me?" You asked. Your eyes sparkled with hope, with joy.

Conner returned your smile and nodded, "Yeah, I am. Nice to meet you, [Name]."

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Conner."

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And that was the start of your relationship.

Conner got an earful from Clark and Bruce, but when they saw how you two bonded... They couldn't be angry.

They agreed that maybe you and Conner having a bond wouldn't be a bad thing. It may help ensure you don't end up back in the hands of your creator.

Conner helped you learn more about humanity, and how to be human. He even taught you about your creators. Conner didn't think it would be right to hide that truth from you.

Months passed, and what was once a friendship turned into lingering touches and shy glances.

It all boiled over one night.

Conner had brought you to the Kent farm, wanting to show you the stars. You two sat on the rough of the barn.

Conner couldn't tear his eyes off of you. How happy you looked, how amazing you looked under the night sky, how your eyes sparkled with the stars...

Conner wanted to burn this moment into his brain forever.

"So... How are you liking your life here so far?" Conner asked gently.

You looked at Conner, grinning bright, "It is fun! My Family is amazing, and You are amazing!" You said.

Conner felt his cheeks go warm again, he returned your grin, "Good! Good, I-I'm glad." He looked up at the sky, "Hey... so... I wanted to ask you something, [Name]."

You tilted his head innocently, "What would you wish to ask, Conner?"

Conner fiddled with his fingers, his nerves high as his heart raced, "I was wondering if you... would like to be my partner- Romantically?" He found himself stuttering trying to get the words out.

He watched as you flushed, It was cute.

"You would... like to be romantically involved with me? Are you sure?" You asked weakly, braced as if this was a cruel Joke.

Conner nodded, "Y-Yeah! I'm positive... You're just... so amazing, [Name]." He spoked gently.

After a moment, you replied, "Yes, I would like to be your romantic partner, Conner." You answered with a nod.

Conner Lit up, and without thinking he pulled you into a kiss. It took a moment for you to return the action.

It was awkward, but it felt right at the same time.

Conner pulled away, "Thank you."

You shook your head, "No, Thank You."

Conner rested his forehead against yours, laughing softly. He felt like the luckiest man alive. And maybe he was in the moment.

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a/n: Man, I think I need a root canal after writing this it's so sweet! I hope it's up to your standards! Thank you again for the request.

[kotegiris]

heyyyyy, i have a question regarding the lore

i cant quite remember where they mentioned this or this subject is even brought up at all but do the butlers have a previous master/s before us??

idk the way they behave towards us is like we're god sent from above LMAO and it seems like it's the first time someone treated them so normally and warm since yk everyone was against them just bcs they're devil butlers or others were indifferent towards them or only see them as a tool since they protect the city and all. also our relationship with the butlers is quite close, even intimate...... like have you seen the card stories and home voice lines??? 😹 i think some of them finally dropped the "i love you" to us (not complaining tho hehe)

if they do have previous masters..... well, it seems like they're not close to the other masters unlike us hmmmmm 🤔

sorry i kinda went into rambling 😭🙏🏻 also tyia when you see this and answer!

Thank you for the ask! Yeah it's not even implied anymore, but just straight up confirmed that the butlers love Aruji (and yeah some of them have said "I love you" in their card stories 🥹). At this point, I'm just waiting for the butlers to get married to Aruji LMAOO

The short answer to your question is that while there has been no direct confirmation of a previous lord, the general consensus within the fandom is that there was a previous lord(s) due to what the story has revealed so far. Minor spoilers for Episode 1, Captive Doll, and 1st Anniversary -Butler's Prayers- below.

Some evidence: 

When Aruji meets Boschi for the first time in Episode 1 he says “so you’re the new lord” (something along those lines). “New” implying that there had been/were previous lords.

All of the butlers’ powers have a drawback and some of the butlers knew what their drawback was even though it was Aruji’s first time releasing their power. In Episode 1 after Aruji release Boschi’s power for the first time, Fennesz explains to Aruji that Boschi’s drawback is that it consumes a large amount of energy. If there was no previous lord how would Boschi, much less Fennesz, know what his drawback is?

In the Captive Doll event, it’s the first time Aruji releases Miyaji’s power, but Lato comments on how “it’s been awhile” since he last saw Miyaji in that form. This means that someone other than Aruji had to have released his powers in the past. 

There is other evidence pointing to the existence of previous lord(s), but I’ll leave it at this for now or this post will get very long…

I also just want to mention briefly other things that have been brought up within the fandom too:

If there was a previous lord(s) it’s kind of odd how no one ever mentions anything about them even if they didn’t have a good relationship with the butlers.

This was brought up on a jp fan’s blog post, but in the first anniversary event story it’s revealed that the butlers hold a ritual every year for all the butlers who have passed away, but there are no mentions of if there were any lords who had died. Again, assuming that the previous lord(s) was also releasing the butlers’ powers and helping them fight against the angels it seems odd not to do something for their deaths too even if they didn’t have a good relationship with the butlers. Who knows though maybe the butlers do something for them and Aruji isn’t aware of it or maybe the previous lord(s) were really awful people lol

Sorry this got really long I just like rambling about akuneko...

[iamzer0]

What I think Black Butler characters would be as your parents(°▽°)

𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

You would most likely be a demon that he adopted, I believe that demons just sorta pop up in hell and being a hell born is kinda uncommon. He found you in hell wailing, seeing you sparked a parental instinct in him. You warmed his cold heart.

He would be a strict but caring father, he tried to raise you to be a strong demon able to handle yourself when you fled the nest.

He would take you along in his contracts he says it’s to train you but it’s really to keep an eye on you. I feel like you would be like grell when she was learning to be a butler, making mistakes and overall being clumsy.

He would lightly reprimand you and then swiftly clean up your mess and teach you how to do it properly, honestly he would be a good father to you, trying to train you to the best of his ability.

He would go with you when you on your first few contracts, he would say he wants to make sure your doing this right but really he doesn’t want you to leave the nest just yet.

Even when you became capable of taking care of yourself and your master, he would visit you as often as possible. He would seem overbearing to you but he is just a protective father.

If it’s a long contract like ciel’s, he would randomly drop in during a night he is not busy, to visit you and see how your latest contract is going.

He’s a good father, he makes sure you become a strong and capable demon. He is one of those parents that is like “are you positive you are ready to move out?” overall he is a great father.

𝐶𝑖𝑒𝑙

I think you be a child from one of his distant family members, the only reason he knew you existed was he heard your parents sadly died. He heard that you would go to an orphanage and felt his heart pang in sadness. So after thinking bout it he decided to take you in.

I feel like he would come off as a cold, distant parent but he had a soft spot for you. After the public found out about you he became much more protective, worried that you would be kidnapped and used against him.

He would have Sebastian help raise you as he is young and doesn’t know how to raise kids. He would try and raise you to be civil and live up to the phantomhive name.

When Elizabeth found out about you she was all over you, buying you outfits and toys playing dress up with you and making ciel play with you telling him he needs to be attentive.

I think you would sleep in the same bed as him a lot, not that he would mind. He would try and be there for you but sometimes he just doesn’t know what to say or do.

He would either have Sebastian homeschool you or send you to an elite private school. He wants you to be well educated.

When you got older he would reveal to you the truth about Sebastian, which would lead to some tears from you.

He try’s to be a good father to you, he genuinely cares about you and wants you to succeed in life.

𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗱

You are his biological kid for a past relationship, he heard the news of your mother’s death he didn’t want you to end up in an orphanage you are his kid, so he took you in.

He would raise you to be strong, teaching you how to use a gun at a young age. He wants you to be able to take care of yourself when he’s not there.

I think you would end up being a good cook which he says is because of him but we all know it isn’t.

He would be a goofy father, making jokes often. He wants to be there for you making sure you have a good future. You may not be the most educated person in the world but you would have a good heart.

Would have the most insane dad lore and would randomly drop the most insane fact about himself so casually.

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You are most likely a distant member of his family (he’s to nervous to even get near the topic of having kids) after hearing our parents died his heart broke for you he decided to take you in.

He would be the sweetest father ever, you would grow up to be kind like him. He would be really nervous he’s never raised someone so he’s always wore he’s doing the wrong thing.

He would be so cautious with you worried he might hurt you with his strength. He might be too excited and accidentally hiring you he would be a wreck, crying, apologizing profusely.

You would grow up to be strong and a kind person like your father, he would be so proud if you grow up to be someone up there in the world.

𝙼𝚎𝚢-𝚛𝚒𝚗

You are a random orphan she found starving and crying in a basket in some alleyway, she would take you in feeling like you needed a good home.

She would try and be a good mom but she doesn’t know how to take care of kids that well she is nervous like Finny worried she might mess something up.

She would try and give you an education, wanting you to live a good life. She would be a vey sweet and chaotic mom, making messes but always being there for you.

She would raise you to be a respectful well rounded person, I can see her crying at all of your birthdays and events saying “they grow up so fast”

This is part 1, part 2 with be the trancy manor and the reapers! I hope you all had a amazing day remember to drink water bye bye ٩( ᐛ )و

[asarigg]

(Re; My last ask)

Oh yeah, absolutely, Koujaku is staying with Aoba no matter what. I guess he lucked out for once in his life that good ending Aoba is a pretty okay dude, not someone who will mistreat him again. They both have a very "I can keep him in check" energy about them, Aoba with the tattoos and Koujaku with Desire, so there is that slight vibe of "if shit his the fan I'm the only one who can fix him" with them for sure. There's an undercurrent of tension that can rear its head at technically any moment, no matter how idyllic their relationship might be.

It's the butler cafe CD! It's pretty cute, when Koujaku found out that Aoba will be coming, he requested to be the one to serve him, like oh my god, can he get any more pathetically in love 😭 and he calls Aoba "young master" and doesn't want to break character... And Aoba says Koujaku looks really well in a western suit... There's a lot of good stuff in there 😭

Yeah, they totally wanted to rile up Koujaku, it's just that the specific fact that they hit him with "you're too angry" really made me think that they might know about his tattoos and how they work... They are the kind to reaserch anything about anyone close to Aoba to know how to hit them, that's for sure.

I do think that he knew about the mind control aspect, but I never thought about him really thinking it through and choosing Ryuho specifically because of that. I think I saw on Koujaku's anime character sheet, of all things, that his father wanted to tattoo him specifically as a way to officially "welcome" him into the family, so we know that the tattoo was always planned. I think that he wanted to do an irezumi both bc he's pretty traditional (I hc that Koujaku's fondness for the traditional Japanese aesthetic comes from his father's manor (I THINK that would be the right word?) being made in that style. He hated being there, but he did love the visuals of the place, and he had a lot of fond memories of the time he spent with his mom there), and because irezumi is incredibly painful. So he wanted to break Koujaku with the pain of it all, but he also wanted it to look well (his son won't be representing his family well with a shitty ink), hence he hired Ryuho, one of the best in the field.

So yeah, I kinda thought that the "mind control" thing was just something he had to accept if he wanted Ryuho to work on Koujaku, but him knowing and having plans to actively mind control Koujaku is so calculating and in-character, damn. Adds another layer of tragedy to an already tragic story 😭

yesss the butler Koujaku 😭 i remember i did some shitty drawing with it but I can't remember if I kept reading the translation tbh I read him welcoming Aoba like that and died instantly

Yeah like I can't remember right now if it's mentioned, but he probably got taken from Midorijima and had the tattoo started as soon as he arrived to his house to make it like an official thing. To be honest I feel like all the traditional stuff is more because of his mother than his father, but ultimately kind of a mix of both? His father's mansion is most likely in the countryside that's for sure. But everything that he kept that's traditional leans to be a female item. The only things that he gets from his father that we can see are the tattoo, which he hates, and the "inside" of the mansion that we see in his scrap that he pretty much hates too. What he interprets it to be like is just a cold, dark, uncanny endless labyrinth that traps him while the tattoo (and his hatred) eats him away. Even the doors have a huge dragon on them.

Tbh thinking about how the hell did his mother end up there makes me think of her as being from the countryside as well, Koujaku mentions he prefers the mountain too, being in the middle of nowhere probably influenced how he sees and interacts with nature and life in general. I feel like the relationships he has with other people in the island give an impression of him having more of a "city boy" aura around him, going out often to drink at the bar and partying with the ladies 🤪. But he really enjoys the moments of tranquility in his life, he appreciates just sitting around and watching the moon, the birds flying to him in the Cd Drama cover makes me sob, he's an old man at heart <3 i dream about kouao having a faily and getting a cute traditional house surrounded by maple trees mmm 🤤

For real so many stinky vipers around Koujaku's life eugh, it really is Aoba vs Koujaku's 7 evil powerful men that ruined his entire life

[baizhoobies]

For you event for BSD, black butler and genshin impact for any adult male characters

Im a female Sagittarius , my mbti is intj, I have a high pain tolerance. I can actually sing really well but only when I’m alone. I never wanna drink alcohol in my life and I secretly despise it. I’m also an introvert. I’m also Latina and 4”11. I rarely get grossed out. I’m straight . I love horror and rarely get grossed out and I like cats more then people . I have autism. I love watching movies and playing genshin impact. I also like learning and reading . I know English, my Spanish is rusty and the basics of French. I love desserts. Im also Demi which means I can’t fall for someone romantically or sexually until their is a emotional connection . We have to be friends first. I love the dark and macabre. I prefer a cafe to a concert for a date.

I match you up with . . . ♡

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Edgar Allen Poe | Bungo Stray Dogs

Poe was the first character that came to mind because much like you, you are introverted, have a love for the macabre and of course, for reading. I have headcanoned Poe as a demisexual as well, so he can relate to you on a personal level.

As someone who doesn’t like big crowds, he would find himself coming out of his shell more when its just the two of you - he will most likely want you to read any and all novels he has written. He would take you to a nice, quiet cafe and would beg ask you to read over his works.

As much as he would get excited over sharing common interests, he will also take a keen interest in your hobbies that he himself has not partaken in; such as Genshin Impact. He could happily watch you play, and if you explain the game mechanics to him (in particular the wish system) he would absolutely become an enabler when it comes to purchasing wishes. - the man has got money $$$

You log in one day and see that you have a ridiculous amount of primogems and you kinda just ??? - which Poe may play coy and say some shit like “oh that is a mystery~” like yeah, right, a total mystery, Mr Money Man.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Sebastian Michaelis | Black Butler

Phew, what to say about this man. I will start with the obvious that the both of you prefer the company of cats rather than people; something you both can closely relate to. Once the both of you get closer to each other, he would absolutely show you his collection of cats that he keeps hidden away. They are his pride and joy after all.

As someone who regularly tutors Ciel, he would be more than happy to help you in learning another language, especially in French. Sebastian is fluent in a few languages, including french, so if you were to ask him, he would absolutely teach you. As for Spanish, I am sure he would be just as enthusiastic to learn with you.

He would encourage you to sing! I can imagine him one night walking down the corridor and hearing a sweet voice singing, your voice. He would hide behind your door and listen to you for a while, smiling to himself. If he ever walks in on you whilst singing, he would definitely tease you, but ultimately would encourage you to sing more, especially to him.

Oh and one last thing, if you tell him you like desserts, he would ensure to make an extra portion whilst baking for his young lord, Ciel. He would either wait till he has done serving his master to give it to you in person, or he would deliver it to your door, wrapped up nicely with a bow; which is attached to a little love note.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Kaedehara Kazuha | Genshin Impact

The first person I had in mind to match with you was Kazuha. He is a gentle soul that is quiet, at least at first. He is someone I can imagine would prefer to get to know people on an emotional level before getting into a relationship.

Kazuha is known to be a bit of a poet, and would regularly write haikus - and if the both of you get comfortable enough with each other, he would gladly show you some of his works, even if he doesn’t think they are any good.

As someone like myself who also has autism, I would say Kazuha is one of the most emotionally understanding characters of Genshin; coming across as someone who is sensitive to your needs. Kazuha has a very easy-going personality, but is also determined to help and support his friends - honestly he is the perfect example of boyfriend material!

If you ever did feel comfortable in singing in front of Kazuha, he would happily play his Shibabue and whistle to the rhythm. Kazuha loves music and believe me, he’d love to hear you sing.

[newdee]

its kinda ironic and hypocritical that you claim to be anti sexualization of minor characters and yet love/support Rockso and have him as your icon, considering he raped a 14yo girl on screen in canon and then her underage daughter when she was "too old" for him

Lmao this is a fantastic criticism and to an extent I agree with you. I of course acknowledge that what Dr Rockso does in the series is fucked. But that's the entire point.

Dr Rockso is a satirical character. His whole entire purpose in Metalocalypse is to poke fun at what a lot of rockstars did back in the 70s and 80s with underage groupies. I personally, like Dr Rockso because he's just so absurd with the shit he says and does that it's laughable. That absolutely does not mean that I condone anything he has done. But he is a character that has done those things, not a real life person. He's just a caricature and I'm allowed to enjoy that. Very similar to other adult cartoons like South Park, Family Guy etc.

Now Sebastian and Ciel's dynamic is not written in that same satirical way. They do not serve the same purpose as Dr Rockso. They are a butler/master duo who are strictly within a professional contract and work together. Ciel wants to find out what happened to his parents and Sebastian wants his next meal. There is nothing remotely sexual between the two.

It's REAL PEOPLE in the Kuroshitsuji fandom, that are sexualising them and forcing a sexual relationship on them that does not canonically exist. It's the fact that REAL PEOPLE enjoy the idea of a minor and an adult being together. That's what is fucked and I will never ever go out of my way to actively feed into that and it doesn't matter what fandom. I would never write/draw explicit depictions of a minor character. That's where I was coming from with my post about SebaCiel.

I don't agree with Dr Rockso's antics, but I also don't agree with real people writing/drawing what is essentially CP. I am fully aware that I come across as hypocritical but in reality it's just not quite the same thing.

Apples and oranges baby.

[booksandabeer]

Catching up

I got tagged approximately one million years ago by @burberrycanary 💙 and @somanywords 💛. Sorry it took me so long! 😬

Last song: I don't know the exact song, but I've been listening to the album Cat Power Sings Dylan: The 1966 Royal Albert Hall Concert a lot. I'm not a particuarly big fan of Bob Dylan, or a fan at all, really. However, I am absolutely a die-hard fan of Cat Power and I think that Chan Marshall is probably the best cover artist of...all time? Well, certainly of her generation. That's not to shade her original compositions, which I also love, but she's brilliant at taking songs that you thought you could no longer listen to because they've been played ad nauseam everywhere for decades, and then teasing something fresh and original and truly moving out of them. Listen to her covers of "I'll Be Seeing You" or "Mr. Tambourine Man" or even "New York, New York" and tell me they don't excite you in any way (if they don't, I suspect you have no soul). She's even great at covering herself! Please go and listen to her 2008 cover of her own 1998 song "Metal Heart" right now. It's one of my all-time faves and also, yes absolutely a Stucky song.

Relationship status: I have a person.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Everything all at once, please.

Favorite color: Blue, blue, blue. International Klein Blue to be precise. I cannot get enough of it. Also, I will die on the hill that chartreuse is actually a great color.

Last movie: The Last Stop in Yuma County which was a fun neo-western/crime thriller that didn't take itself too seriously and didn't outstay its welcome. Imagine that! A 90-minute movie. They still make those! Wild. If you like Tarantino and/or the Coen Brothers, but played at a faster, snappier tempo, you will probably enjoy this one too.

Last show: So many. Bodkin, which is the epitome of "this show doesn't know what it wants to be." Is it a quirky comedy? A crime show? A (very tepid) satire? It's not like you can't combine these genres, but the show doesn't combine them, it swings wildly between them. The ending was terrible. I've finally started watching Hacks (a delight!) and I'm still slowly making my way through Kings (only 2 episodes left). Also following along with the new season of IWTV, which remains an absolutely bonkers show. If *this* is what made it into the final cut, can you imagine what didn't? Oh, to be allowed to read the studio notes for this one!

Last thing I googled: The origin and meaning of a Norse/Russian name. For reasons.

Current obsession: The Terror brainrot is still going stong. I have learned so much about Arctic Exploration in the 1800s over the past few weeks. Also, in a curious turn of events, I have started reading Masters of the Air fanfic? I was unfortunately pretty disappointed with the show. I had hoped it would trigger a level-11 hyperfixation but instead it just kinda came and went and I didn't even think about it anymore. Then an author, who I still follow because they used to write Stucky, started posting one Buck/Bucky (yes, they are two different characters) fic after another, and one day I said, 'Why not give it a shot?' Well, here we are, tens of thousands of words later, and for the first time in my life I'm beginning to understand the people whose general fandom attitude is 'I don't care for the source material at all, but the fic! Oh the fic compels me!' I have been compelled. I'm now a person who reads fanfiction for a pairing that includes a character played by Austin Butler (sorry Butler heads, I just don't get it).

Wonders never cease.

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Like I said, I got tagged for this ages ago, so I don't know who's done this (recently). I'm gently tagging @bromcommie, @aimmyarrowshigh, @zenaidamacrouras1, @shackleton2 and @hail-americas-ass. Also, I mean it when I say I want to know what everyone else is watching/eating/obsessing over/etc. Tell me! Open tag for everyone who wants to do this.

[daemon-in-my-head]

11 for the Durgetash creator meme, tell me about my best boy Sceleritas

Thank you! Answering my latest abomination.

11. Sceleritas my beloved, how exactly does he fit in there?

Soooo, I personally stray from the popular hc that Scel hated Gortash. At least at first.

Scel in general is awfully committed to Durges wellbeing and their success, so during the early years, he was completely fine with Elli nd the Banite doing whatever the fuck it is they're doing. To him Gort was just another toy that his master would play with and discard eventually, so he didn't waste any efforts on trying to get in-between there or smth (but he also didn't try to be nice to Gort or the likes, he just kinda ignored him). At least until his master started to change, to grow 'softer' aka develop a personality of his own again and second guess the teachings he himself taught or the plans previously agreed upon.

Scel still didn't grow to hate Gortash, cuz why bother using energy on hating him, but he actively tried to keep his master away from him to reduce the damage the Banite could do.

Gort loathes the imp solely for being a fiend and trying to meddle, but he's coping with it cuz he's aware the hellish butler would return. But coping doesn't mean a bit of pettiness isn't allowed from time to time.

As for Scel nd Elli, there's a loooooooot of projecting and guilt involved as well as a generally just very twisted relationship. Scel is devoted to Bhaals Scion first, nd the person that they are second. So whenever Elli did smth that wasn't 'chosen like' Scel would happily point that out and remind Elli what he's supposed to do here, whether the elf wants that or not. Scel himself is kinda in despair over it at times due to some incidents that happened (loosing ur master to a cursed demi plane for a century apparently screws u up too).

Elli just kinda wholeheartedly loathes and loves him while being fairly aware that Scel is 'just' a butler and that there's boundaries he shouldn't cross (but does anyway).

[sakumasmut]

i love how i said i didn’t have any specific rambles and then BOOM thoughts about butler makoto invaded my brain not even a full day after. i blame the connect live in pjsk and now the anniversary art of xxveil 😭 i feel like with the connect live specifically he genuinely looked so attractive yet had moments where his sweet, silly self shone through!

it just made me think a lot about butler makoto serving master reader. day by day he goes about his duties assigned by the reader while also spending time with them, as they’ve genuinely enjoyed his company. he may be just a little clumsy, sure, but makoto is always diligent and efficient about completing his duties and is just a friendly, earnest, and funny person when you get to know him. the more they’ve spent time together, the deeper both of their feelings develop for one another, the more longing glances they exchange when they think the other isn’t looking, and the longer touches seem to linger whenever physical gestures happen.

you can imagine how long this goes on for but for me personally? i like to think that this lasts for AWHILE (months or maybe even a year at most) to really allow for that slow burn. despite how close they’ve become both as master/butler and as friends (who just so happen to have mutual crushes) they’re both extremely hesitant to express the feelings they have for one another. a butler being in a relationship with his master would surely turn heads at best and cause problems at worst. despite this, they can’t get themselves to shut off these feelings they have, only being able to further let them develop as it gets harder to keep everything a secret.

this leads to one fateful night where tension has been at an all-time high and—god—neither of them can take it much longer. the reader asks makoto for him to hear them out, and of course he agrees to. what kind of butler would he be if he didn’t attend to his master’s requests? the reader soon pours their heart out, expressing the feelings they’ve developed for him and their desire to become closer and more intimate with him. while makoto feels the same, he expresses that they shouldn’t be doing this. the reader wants him to be honest with his feelings and desires, and in the end, he comes clean and admits how he feels.

cue a slow yet passionate makeout session leading to sex of the same caliber. as much as makoto wants to attends to the reader’s needs, they also want to service makoto. he always works so, so hard, and he’s been nothing but good, it’s only a given that he deserves a reward (that, and seeing him keen under their touch is definitely a sight to behold). i think they’d probably get slightly carried away and go at it for awhile since their feelings had built up over an extensive amount of time. in the end they have the sweetest aftercare, cleaning each other up, cuddling, and in general just checking on each other as they fall asleep.

(dear god this got long once again but like… butler makoto… gloves… marathon sex… 🥹)

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I need to catch up on posting rambles 😔

honestly I forget abt xxveil mako a lot bc the shuffle story was kinda a nothing burger but I think it’s sweet when he’s always by your side and eager to help, maybe a bit clumsy but with the best intentions. and you’re absolutely right he’d be amazing at aftercare, no one would bat an eye at him washing the sheets and doing laundry the day after

[boypussydilf]

your post about bubblegum reminds me, i find it so interesting that peppermint butler is kind of the same way, but towards her. he's willing to do completely immoral things for her sake (and in general, but like, he prioritizes her in the end over literally everything) despite his similar attitude towards a lot of things (he's pretty unempathetic and thinks himself to be better than other candy people, outright calling them stupid and such, and he's got his own slew of Morally Dubious Actions For The Sake of Morally Dubious Actions).

he kind of causes the issue in "nemesis" since the peace master is really after him, but, he still goes out of his way to take care of that all by himself so she doesn't have to worry even more about all this other stuff. he knows princess bubblegum isn't fond of magic, so he keeps his activities to himself, but still always does what he thinks is right at the expense of others when it comes to making sure she's safe and happy.

i know the comics aren't canon, but they do give a lot of interesting characterization i think, like this arc where he bends over backwards into this huge mess just because he wanted to make sure he could get the highest quality honey for her tea without her finding out about it (since he gets it from the king of ooo, who she hates, and is like trying to form a pyramid scheme over here) and it leads to everyone including her thinking he fucking DIED because he's so insistent about not letting the blackmail about this situation get out, just for her sake. he's SO fucking dedicated to making sure she has what she wants, to the point of lying and sneaking around all the time

sorry i know your post is about bubblegum but aren't they just (puts head in hands) they are honestly .so alike in so many ways and it's so cute . here man take this *hands you unprompted peppermjnt butler analysis

DELICIOUS, FINALLY, SOME PEPPERMINT BUTLER DISCUSSION. I LOVE THIS LITTLE MAN SO MUCH AND NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT HIM

FASCINATING angle that ihad not even thought about before, because i, am one of the people not talking about pepbut even though he’s awesome. This is so interesting!!!!!! Ur right!!!!!!!!!!!

i also love how like… pepbut basically gets special privileges that other candy people don’t. he keeps a lot of secrets from her, but like… the fact that he can actually keep things secret from her in the first place is a huge deal. she doesn’t watch him or try to control him as much as she does with basically every other candy person, she’s fine with him just kinda doing his own thing without her knowing about it… in a way? sometimes if she actually knew what he was doing she’d be upset and want him to stop, but she doesn’t keep a close enough eye on him to know everything hes up to. am i making sense i feel like im not making sense im kinda out of it

But like yeah!!!!!!!!!! I love peppermint butler and i love PB&PB’s relationship. he is Made In Her Image in a way other candy people aren’t. hes a special confidant