#blxxdingstars

[abybweisse]

Three items rp ask /

Claudia sighs in front of the Undertaker's desk

"Okay, I run out of jokes, but I really need that information. What do you need from me? I have only..." she looked through secret pockets in her dress "A cookie stolen from the kitchen behind Tanaka's back, a new comb and a thin knife I use for opening letters and criminal throats. Say something, I'm going to do anything. Maybe you need a braid? I'm a very good in braiding hair." she joked.

Well, she was a little desperated. The Queen demanded results and the Countess felt like a dog chasing it's own tail.

Undertaker momentarily laughed but not enough for it to count as payment for such important information. He agreed to the braid, though he didn't think this would provide enough mirth, either.

Claudia picked up the comb but then thought better and set it back down. While Undertaker watched with keen interest, Claudia took up the knife and meticulously cut little slots out, about a third the width, from the stolen biscuit. After a few minutes, she'd turned the biscuit into a crude sort of comb.

"I'm going to comb your hair with this, before braiding."

"Wha-- heh heh... okayyyy...."

She tried to brush his hair with the fragile makeshift comb, but it fell apart, leaving crumbs all over the right side of his hair and face. Undertaker lifted a hand to wipe away crumbs, but she stopped him.

"Leave it."

"Now wait just a moment, Lady Phantomhive--" but he stopped trying to clear away the mess. And started to giggle as Claudia began braiding his hair.

"The braid has trapped the crumbs!"

"Yes, and you giggled. Where's the information I came for?"

"It's still not enough", as he slowly eyed her up and down. "What else have you got hidden away under there... under all those layers?"

Claudia took in a quick breath but said nothing just yet. Her shocked expression gradually gave way to a wry smile, as she reached for a button on her traveling coat.

Then she said "I thought you'd never ask," and it was Undertaker's turn to look surprised.

[abybweisse]

Perched on a pillow

I absolutely wouldn't put it past Yana-san to show us Claudia/Cloudia's skull -- repeatedly -- hiding in plain sight.

Having it shown sitting on a pillow in a parlor or shop is a JKR move, if I ever saw one, too. Our earl seeing the skull at Undertaker's parlor is a lot like Harry seeing Ollivander's wand display in the window of his shop. Both seem insignificant, or perhaps a quirk, but both probably have pride of placement for meaningful reasons. More about the wand after the cut.

But I suspect that Undertaker has something in common with Garrick Ollivander besides keeping a very personal item hidden in plain sight on a pillow. Despite Ollivander selling wands, he is never seen using one. Despite working as an Undertaker, he's reanimating the dead with a wish to essentially revive his most advanced Bizarre Doll subjects. Also, despite being a reaper with poor eyesight, Undertaker is never seen wearing the glasses he wore when he was working as active reaper 136649....

There's also something about those names: Garrick Ollivander... and what I believe to be Undertaker's real name -- Cedric K. Rosewood. Both first names end in -rick/-ric -- even more so if you use the K., like Garrick and CedricK -- and the last names are about types of wood... if I'm right about what "Ros--" really turns out to be. Oh, and it would also work pretty well if it's Rosedale or Rosenthal, both meaning "rose valley". In Ivanhoe, you have Cedric of Rotherwood, and Rotherwood is where I got the idea of Rosewood. And the K. might come from a staff nickname for Undertaker, standing for kama "scythe", but they wouldn't disclose that nickname... just yet... because it would give the truth away too soon. We have to recall that William T. Spears gets his T. from the nickname Takaida or 高い枝 takai eda, referring to how his death scythe is meant for cutting high branches.

HP wand lore musings....

When Harry goes to Ollivander's wand shop, the only display in the window is a simple wand "of unknown wood" on a purple pillow. Ollivander is known for using magic without pulling out a wand 🪄 at all. He has probably developed this ability better than most witches and wizards, due to the fact that his own wand is used as the shop display.

From the fan wiki:

Note: That's not actually what Ollivander means, but it's apparently the meaning that JKR gives it... or simply whoever wrote the entry in the fan wiki came up with that added meaning. In reality, it's more like "good man of the olive" or simply "olive man".

But why use that one as a shop display? Why doesn't he use it for magic and display some random, fancier looking wand?

I suspect that it doesn't actually work terribly well for him. The fandom wiki suggests it is the wand passed down through generations of Ollivander wand makers. However, Ollivander tells Harry "the wand chooses the wizard", and we've been repeatedly reminded that another person's wand isn't likely to work well for you... even more the case if the wand feels a particular attachment to the previous or true owner. Either this (most likely olive wood) wand only worked well for the original Ollivander, or it worked well for generations of Ollivanders but not for him. Is it actually broken? Possibly, but it could just as easily be a case of the wand not choosing Garrick Ollivander.

And I believe the wand is fine but doesn't choose him. Just like his last name meaning "he who owns the olive wand" -- or even just "olive man" -- telling us what the wand on the pillow is carved from, his first name tells us it's not a match for him. His father is Gerbold, and another direct ancestor is Gervaise. Both names refer to a spear...

...(much like William T. Spears, as well as Ludger!):

So, Gerbold Ollivander essentially means "bold, brave spear (man) who owns the olive wand" or more truthfully "bold spear, man of olive".

Similarly, Gervaise Ollivander (farther back in the lineage) means "skilled with a spear, man who owns the olive wand" or more truthfully "skilled with a spear, man of olive".

Notice that each one starts out "Ger-" and that the older generation one is "skilled" with the spear. Gar- also refers to a spear... but of a specific wood... that isn't olive.

Garrick has most likely inherited this olive wood wand that worked for his predecessors well enough, but it doesn't work well for him, and his parents probably intuitively knew this when they named him after a grove of oak trees. Truth is, it probably worked less and less for each owner down the line. Gervaise was skilled with it, while Gerbold was perhaps not as skilled but still bold and brave with it -- perhaps bold and brave to even still wield it! 😆

Garrick Ollivander essentially means "oak spear king owner of the olive wand" or more truthfully "oak spear king of the olive".

By the time Garrick runs the shop, he's simply the owner of the olive wand, not the wielder of it. There are two very real possibilities here for why Garrick doesn't use a wand in front of anyone:

He is rejected by the family wand, but instead of finding one (probably made of oak) to choose him, he refuses to use a wand and develops his magic abilities without one.

He is rejected by the family wand, and he's been chosen by another (made of oak), but he doesn't want people to know the family wand rejects him, so he's developed his wand-free abilities.

Is Claudia near Undertaker?

During reading the manga again I’ve noticed a skull on a pillow on Undertaker’s desk. I wonder whose it could be?

Undertaker was seen cuddling a skeleton also on other official arts like these below:

What do you think @abybweisse​ ?

[cxgedbeasts]

‘ scared? honey, what for? ’ / grandma mode on. I think she will adopt Alois XD

He attempted to put on his most pitiful face for her. She was Ciel’s grandma, was she not? If Ciel was mean to her but she could see that he was being kind and just tried to be his friend, innocence but as a person, surely she would help him, wouldn’t she? Jim hesitantly reached to tug at her arm and pressed his cheek against it like a kitten seeking for comfort.

❝I’m scared for Ciel’s well being.❞ he lied, voice a quiet mewl. Surely that would wrap her around his finger. ❝He’s been so cold towards me. He hit me, too. Something has changed within him.❞    @nightrxse

[an-ordinary-roach]

@blxxdingstars replied to your post: *smooch because accidentally they found themselves...

She hopes Bor isn’t infected XD

-no worries!~ When they work on their bioscape they make sure to take a boiling bath to kill any bacteria/ viruses/ parasites that might hitch a ride on them.~-

[deathgodly]

*a tactful whisper* Sweetheart, Your mascara is smudged.

she shrugs. and rubs at her eyes, smudging it even more. 

who cares ? it’s a look. 

[winnerscent]

@blxxdingstars ctd. from here

Looking around for a part that will be an extension of us.

What did she mean? He studied his mother, her slender frame, the way the cushion under her barely gave out as she sat down. Was she eating well? Everything she said was drowned out in the echo of her previous words. Extension of us. Was he not hers? Had she not made him so that he could carry on the family legacy? The hand of phantoms, stretching, reaching, for what? Was it bigger than themselves, or smaller, and in the end, so insignificant that dedicating their lifes to it was almost pathetic?

He felt her fingers on his forehead and it was as though as he could feel her sharing some of the weight resting on her shoulders.

He’d welcome it. He’d make it worthwhile. She would not rely on him in vain. His hand wandered up, fingers carding through her thick black curls, and he welcomed her kiss as well, even when other boys his age might have been disgusted at the thought of kissing their mother.

Well, theirs most certainly was not as graceful and beautiful as his, her kiss bristling on his lips, remaining there, even as she leaned her head against his chest. He closed his eyes, smelling the scent of her hair. 

❛I don’t need that telescope for as long as you stay with me. I will be that extension of yours. Forget whatever you wanted to make it in the past. Forget your sorrows, and forget father. I will carry all responsibilty, just like you have raised me. I am not afraid.❜

[mirroredprodigies]

*"Ciel" finds in his boot a chocolate bar, the newest volume of detective stories for teenagers and... a whip to hustle his butler*

He had no idea where the boot had come from. Sebastian was certainly not the sentimental type to amuse children for no personal gain, and the remaining bunch of servants were unlikely to treat their master like a child. Had the boot been shipped all the way from Germany or Italy - a strange thought in itself, but not so much considering the circumstances - Ciel would have felt less confused.

The chocolate seemed fine, albeit the fact that Sebastian would have to test taste it, and so did the detective stories. The whip, however... Surely it was a jest of bad taste. He could only hope that the gift giver was having a great laugh at his turmoil.

Another item to whack the butler with, he supposed.

[cxmmandme-blog]

*Ghost of Claudia replaces sugar with salt when Sebastian bakes a cake for his master. It is will be fun to see confused demon and her grandson's faces*

Nice try! What kind of butler doesn’t try the cake before he serves it? Though Sebastian isn’t sure how the salt ended up in the cake, he was sure he used sugar....

@blxxdingstars

[no-happi-endings]

The ancient goddess of poisonous creatures and healing appeared out of nothingness in a damp alley. She could tell by the smell alone where she had been summoned to: England. The feeling of despair, sickness and death were almost palatable. She looked deeper into the alley and found where a summoning ritual had been done. A large, round rat king almost like a wreath lay in the middle of an ash circle. The ashes came from a dead human killed by poison. Then just below was a scorpion drawn on the ground in blood. Below that her hieroglyphic true name was carved into the skull of a boa snake with its fangs dipped in date honey. Someone went through a lot of trouble to just to call her here. Usually they waited there for her to make their pleas for mercy or aid or to worship her and gain her blessing. No one was there now.

She didn’t move when she heard footsteps behind her. “Are you the one who’s called me to this den of misery?” she asked, turning slightly. Her gold skin shimmered faintly in the moonlight.

@blxxdingstars

[swxrdsheath-blog]

Trick or treat :D

Halloween Shenanigans 

"I do not mean to be rude, my lady, but aren't you too old to be trick-or-treating? I was under the impression that this tradition was for children."

[fashixnable-blog]

@blxxdingstars | cont. from here

At the moment the countess agreed to have Nina work on her, a spark within brown eyes indicated that the girl certainly was happy to be allowed to. And the young lady quickly went to work, carefully correcting the cloth Claudia had put on which was not yet fully sewn together. 

Little tweaks here and there. A reason they needed the customer to come by at least once during the process of making the dress, it would suffer if even one thing was out of place. And Nina knew exactly what she had to look out for. 

“ I’ll need to slim down the waist... Shorten the sleeves... ... it needs more... “

It wasn’t hard to notice that she had been studying her mother’s work for some time now. She even had practice. Mostly on assistants and her mother, though it wasn’t like she was a total amateur. Even though her movement wasn’t as fluid as the tailors. She didn’t have the long years of experiance. A bit of patience was what was needed with the young Nina in training. Though she certainly tried her best to not make any mistakes or poke the Lady with the needles.

[lefleurettee]

"Francis, darling, how you find the new sword I gave you on your birthday? You are so skilled. I hope you will protect your brother... and stop a little his wild ideas".

oh, she’d wished so much for her dear mother to be able to witness for herself the magnified name of their family brought to victory on the last fencing competition. even training session would have been enough for the teen. yet she knew work kept her busy, most of the time. and she could have used the time to watch Frances defeating a mannequin or a living adversary in many other, more important ways. yet, delighted by her signs of progress, her noble mother kept on supporting the youngest Phantomhive.

‘  Ah, it’s wonderful. As light as a toothpick, truly.  ’   she joyfully answered, a bright smile peeking from her usually firm expression; concentrated, as always, especially when training. 

while it was her oldest sibling’s birthright to dictate his future role as heir of the family and next servant of their Majesty the Queen, she wouldn’t have been any less prepared. she must have considered herself lucky, then, to be educated in such arts. so that she would have assured Vincent endless protection and security. the idea sounded appealing.  ‘  You should not worry, mother, of course I will. He won’t be anything to worry about when I’m by his side. You’ll see for yourself, all of you... I won’t let him or anyone else down.  ’

[blxxdingstars]

My Claudia's stories

Kuroshitsuji’s verses my Claudia actually creates or wants to create (chronologically)

Verse 1: CURSED ROSE: writing with @sin-stained-soul . The most complex and first story I began here. 9 years old Claudia meets Undertaker and strange bond of kind of friendship appears between them which seems to changing into something more with passing years. Claudia’s father does everything to take apart them because his daughter is important tool in his plans. No one can have control over her but him. God, I love that magic and romantic melancholy in this.

Verse 2: THE DANCE OF DOOM: writing with @reankou  Claudia and Undertaker works together, trying to use each other to own goals. When Claudia finally says: enough of this and wants to end the romance it is too late. She’s pregnant and can lose everything. Wonderful fight of angst, drama, madness and… true love.

Verse 3: THE QUEEN OF MARIONETTES - AU writing with @ofribbons and ??? (Needs Undertaker for this. Hope for @deathlymemoirs in the future) The most manga related verse. Undertaker tries to revive the Phantomhive family. It works with Ciel Phantomhive and he uses the child to the awful game with his twin, Astre. Claudia is another of Undertaker’s project. He has got her soul sealed in the mourning locket. Bizarre Doll Claudia just like Ciel have own memories and can think by herself. Very quickly she finds out what horror Undertaker caused to her family and she swears a revenge. (I adore love/hate stories).

Verse 4: @laughingundertaker That verse in preparing. We will see what our minds can give to us :)

[cxgedbeasts]

mistletoe

send me  ‘mistletoe’  for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with yours.

She was way too young and pretty looking to be a grandma, but Ciel kept referring to her as that. She was odd to Jim to say the least, but he would not pass up on the opportunity to tease her when given. Let’s see how much of a grandma she really was!! Upon her walking into his mistle toe trap, he stopped her by grabbing both her arms, made brief eye-contact and swiftly tip-toed to plant a kiss onto her cheek.

❝Caught you under the mistletoe, ‘grandma’~❞ he hummed and snickered.

[an-ordinary-roach]

*smooch because accidentally they found themselves under mistletoe* Tradition is a tradition

It honestly took them a while to understand what just happened, the mistletoe thing went unnoticed thanks to their own blind-self. But when it did click together they started to groom their own face a heck ton! A flustered buggo!

“Claudia that’s gross! Why would ya kiss a bug??”  Don’t worry they appreciate it though! they’re low key tempted to reach out and ask for another, smooches are great!

[goldnwulf]

🛑

🛑 stop my muse from doing something reckleless

“MYRANDA!” Lauyrn yelled at she tried to run towards the woman, seeing her walk in from where Sansa had left, seemingly not knowing if the brunette saw the red head at all. She could hear the dogs tearing at Ramsay and the former Warden of the North screams. Lauyrn managed to get to the kennelmaster just before the door was opened, holding on to Myranda’s arm for dear life. “Don’t do this please. Myranda. You can’t help him. He’s gone.”