#bravat

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

S/o from the future introduces Kuro Boys to bathbombs! Who would like it the most? What colors? Scents?

aaaaa this is so cute, they all deserve some pampering <3

also I recently discovered shower steamers, which are like a bath bomb for the shower, because my skin is sensitive and I can't do bath bombs... I think the same would apply for some of these guys! I have a menthol one from a local place I've been dying to try

it's self care all day every day babey =)

Who likes food/fruit/sweets scented: Aleister (“Vanilla Milkshake”), Ciel (“Peanut Butter Toffee”), Diedrich (“Fudge Brownie”), Edgar (“Strawberry Shortcake”), Grey (“Birthday Cake”), Joanne (“Cotton Candy”), Maurice (“Marshmallow S’mores”), Snake (“Sugared Lemon Cake”), Undertaker (“Milk & Honey”)

Who likes earthy/herbal scented: Agni (“Lemon Verbena”), Ash (“Matcha Tea”), Astre (“Bergamot”), Clayton (“Rosemary”), Gregory (“Menthol Eucalyptus), Herman (“Grassy Field”), Lau (“Chamomile”), Othello (“Basil”), Phipps (“Lavender Love”), William (“Sage”)

Who likes floral scented: Alan (“Rainy Heather”), Alois (“Bluebell Wood”), Arthur (“Lily of the Valley”), Bravat (“Moonflower”), Dagger (“Cherry Blossom”), Edward (“Rose Classic”), Eric (“Jasmine Bloom”), Finny (“Gardenia Mix”), Joker (“Freesias”), Jumbo (“Calm Lilac”), Patrick (“Sweet Pea”), Soma (“Orange Blossoms”), Thomas (“Honeysuckle”)

Who doesn’t have a preference/would try any their S/O wanted/has a ‘weird’ preference: Bard (no preference), Cheslock (would try any), Claude (no preference), Conny (would try any), Derrick (no preference), Drossel (would try any), John (no preference), Lawrence (no preference), Peter (would try any), Ronald (would try any), Rudger (“White Musk”), Sebastian (“Halloween Edition: Demon Blood” [bitter melon + Spanish moss]), Triplets (Thompson: “Daisy Daisy”; Timber: “Apple Pie”; Canterbury: “Linen Line”), Wolfram (would try any)

FAVORITE COLORS

White: Ash, Eric, John, Undertaker

Black: Astre, Claude, Sebastian

Red: Edgar, Jumbo

Orange: Derrick, Joker, Ronald

Yellow: Agni, Bard, Conny, Finny

Green: Edward, Herman, Lau, Othello, Peter

Blue: Ciel, Clayton, Lawrence, William

Purple: Alois, Cheslock, Gregory, Phipps, Soma, Triplets

Pink: Aleister, Joanne, Maurice

Multicolored: Bravat, Snake, Wolfram

No preference for color: Alan, Arthur, Dagger, Diedrich, Drossel, Grey, Patrick, Rudger, Thomas

[kitten-and-crow]

Recipe

[willisek]

day 10: fortune

i guess i blacked out yesterday bc I'm pretty sure i posted this

anyway 😍😍😍 bravat from kuroshitsuji!! only if he wasn't an antagonist hahaha

[l-darklilac-l]

[crowscallthecrows]

A 'what if' scenario #2

(Spoilers for weston college, blue cult, and blue memory arc as well as a continuation to this lol)

"So tell me," he demands in a way that mimics the tone of an adult. The weapon the 'Earl' points doesn't even make Violet flinch. "Why him? What could he possibly have that interests putting your life in the way of me?"

Violet's eyes are shielded under his hood as he averts his gaze from the steady ones of the boy and his butler. "Someone like you, who refuses to love..." he mutters, as his body's lifted effortlessly by the man in black. "...could never grasp the goals I have for the ones I need."

Shielding his eyes through the wind and the flicker of knowing that crosses Ciel's face, shrill laughter echoes, as Undertaker uses the cover of night to disappear even from the eyes of a demon.

--

"You're always here," Undertaker remarks with a sharp grin. "It's not like they'll get up and walk away on their own."

The man pointedly ignores that particular comment, replacing the flowers in their arms with fresh ones and grazing his fingers on their cheeks under the past reaper's stare.

Undertaker found the man funny under all eccentricities, the lengths he'd go for the comfort of a few corpses he found especially entertaining. Violet insisted on three separate coffins and filled them with whatever blossoms nearby he deemed accepatanble. Every empty space is taken, including their arms, with Violet's arrangements, easily rivaling every piece of art he's made from childhood.

"Won't be long now," he remarks offhandedly at Violet's fussing hands over a falling bud.

"And you will get it right," is his clipped reply. "Nothing like how Derrick...like how it was at Weston."

Undertaker chortles at that. "We'll see," he promises, now growing quite bored of Violet's daily ritual, and bounds out of the room.

--

He places the last bloom and steps back to see his work in odd satisfaction before his lips find the top of each of their heads in quiet affection.

"Won't be long now," he repeats. "We'll be together again soon, promise."

The scars it'll leave would surely cause Edgar to gasp and protest, Lawrence to gape, and Greenhill in shock and silence. Maybe they'd be upset of their rests being disturbed and stare at him with immense disapproval, refusing to entertain the idea of a second chance.

But Violet would simply remind them of their legs they could now steadily stand on, and their arms they could embrace with for the rest of eternity, never to be separated from each other again.

[bibyshitsuji24k]

Idols mini saga makes me cringe

[sirinoakumaa]

✶⋆.˚ character.

✶⋆.˚ elizabeth.

✶⋆.˚ lizzie.

✶⋆.˚ spare.

✶⋆.˚ ciel.

✶⋆.˚ bravat.

✶⋆.˚ sebastian.

✶⋆.˚ mey rin.

✶⋆.˚ claude.

✶⋆.˚ paula.

✶⋆.˚ william.

✶⋆.˚ undertaker.

✶⋆.˚ hanon.

✶⋆.˚ luchia.

✶⋆.˚ miu.

✶⋆.˚ kaede.

✶⋆.˚ ouma.

✶⋆.˚ beth.

✶⋆.˚ carol.

✶⋆.˚ daryl.

✶⋆.˚ emma.

✶⋆.˚ rikki.

✶⋆.˚ cleo.

✶⋆.˚ pacifica.

✶⋆.˚ cipher.

✶⋆.˚ stanford.

✶⋆.˚ nene.

✶⋆.˚ rose.

✶⋆.˚ rachel.

✶⋆.˚ vincent.

[midnight-in-town]

Lately I saw someone saying Lizzy was just a stand-in character while Yana hinted at the real Ciel in the story ? Like she was meant to represent the twin to OC and so she was replaced by RC in the story starting from the blue cult arc, so that OC could confront RC. What do you think ?

Hey Anon. Oh, hell no, is what I think.

Look, I could quote the entire story and demonstrate that our!Ciel has some things to address in his dynamic with Liz and entirely different things to confront real!Ciel about, but I'd rather prove it in one go :

The reason Lizzie's dynamic with our!Ciel is absolutely unique in the story is that both hid their true self from each other, despite being canonically the closest person to one another*, because they were afraid to be rejected by each other.

And the culprit behind this false belief ? It's real!Ciel.

*This was confirmed by Yana talking about Lizzie's feelings during the Campania arc, but also by Bravat within the narrative (in ch122 or 123, depending on if you read the magazine or volume version) mentioning that Lizzie was the one person closest to our!Ciel.

It just so happens that Liz's reveal was during the Campania arc when our!Ciel's was more recently (and has bigger consequences).

So, narratively speaking, real!Ciel's return is meant to be antagonistic to both our!Ciel and Lizzie because :

real!Ciel possibly used to poison our!Ciel and also played a part in the tragedy of 4 years ago, before coming back from the dead and taking everything away from him

real!Ciel triggered (accidentally or on purpose) big insecurity and feminine issues in Lizzie, turning her into a passive girl to fit his standards when her true self is a strong active fighter that our!Ciel respects

(I'm not even mentioning how real!Ciel also antagonizes Edward's character, but this is also super important considering Ed's protectiveness towards Lizzie when it comes to "Ciel" was triggered by Lizzie's self worth issues, which were caused by real!Ciel.)

TL;DR real!Ciel has his own narrative role to play, as an antagonist, to our!Ciel, to Liz and also probably to Edward ; just like our!Ciel has to confront his cousins about his choice to lie 4 years ago, at some point, so they can obviously choose his side.

Yana is not erasing Lizzie any time soon in the story, mark my words.

I hope this answers your question. Have a good day Anon.

[allis-srm]

Bravat by Allis-SRM

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

I have a request to make, how would bravat behave if he was a single parent :3? I know it's kind of weird but I'm curious xD hehehehe.

hey, I like it!

he's a menace XD

Hm, the Starlight Four are just doing practice, right? … They can definitely babysit for him! Bravat has lots of important things to do, and his child probably won’t miss him too much as long as they’re hanging out with their… uncles. Whilst Edgar, Gregory, Herman, and Lawrence are surely more than happy to watch the child, it would be nice to have a little more notice than, “I have some business to attend to; make sure (Child) is in bed by the time I get back!”

He really does love his child, though. It’s just that whatever happened with his S/O, it’s left him taking care of the little one on his own. With all his plans (and how dangerous they are), he wants to keep them out of harm’s way. He’s not holding them at arm’s length; he’s just trying to protect them. He still tries to do the normal dad things, hugging them and kissing them and spending time with them. It’s simply… more limited than it might be if he weren’t in the line of ‘work’ he’s in.

So many folk traditions and occult guards around his child. Bravat is into all of that in general, so it’s only natural it translates into the way he parents. There’s a piece of selenite in every corner of their bedroom and in any room where they might play. A dreamcatcher hung up above their bed and a moon-shaped amethyst beneath their pillow. He reads the stars for them so that he can get a ‘horoscope’ of sorts for the day based on their sign and guide them based on the information he finds. A lot of people see it as mumbo-jumbo or hocus-pocus or complete utter drivel and nonsense, but he thinks all of it makes a difference.

One of the biggest gestures of affection he has is to sing them a lullaby. Even if they’re in bed by the time he gets back, Bravat will sneak into his child’s room and crawl in with them, giving them cuddles. He’ll sing in another language, some old tune, as he presses kisses to their head and plays with their hair and rubs their back. He’s got a very good voice, smooth and soothing; besides, what child wouldn’t love a lullaby from their father regardless of his voice? He also is very good at singing them back to sleep if they’ve had a nightmare. Sometimes he even makes up his own songs for them, despite his creative battery being drained by working on the Starlight Four’s songs.

As long as it doesn’t wreck his own plans or anything, he’s very amused when his child inadvertently drives other people up the wall. It’s most prominent with the Starlight Four… as much as he cares about them and wants them happy so they’ll keep working for him, it’s just too funny to watch his kid antagonize them all. Did they ‘dye’ Gregory’s hair with paints while he was teaching them about art? Well, what a bold use of color; even if it doesn’t wash out, it’s a good look! Did they accidentally whack Herman in the head with a broom handle while playing makeshift cricket? Why, they’ve got quite the arm and could be an athlete if they wanted! … And so on, of course. The thing which gets Bravat to laugh more than anything is when his child draws on Edgar’s face while he’s asleep. Bonus points if nobody breathes a word and Edgar only finds out when he goes to look at himself in the mirror and all they hear is, “OH, MY GOD!” screamed in near falsetto from the other room. Far as Bravat’s concerned, his child getting into mischief makes them a complete genius.

… Until they turn his latest sheet music into a cut-out paper doll project. Then everyone gets to laugh at his frustration for a change!

[crazy-so-na-sega]

Vi è l'anima. Vi è anche l'intelligenza. Una rivoluzione non si fa a colpi di bravate, e, ancor meno, a colpi di ingiunzioni vuote dalle risonanze inesistenti. Ogni rivoluzione ricca è frutto di una lunga preparazione intellettuale.

Léon Degrelle Appello ai giovani europei

[praeteritus-memories]

"Collapsar, what a pleasant surprise! I didn't think you'd ever show your face around here again!" -- Bravat

"The feeling isn't mutual, fortune teller." Sebastian gives a grin on his face to show his genuine lack of care towards the fortune teller. "You should know I cannot be kept somewhere, only my master can order me to avoid a place."

[funtomfactory]

Our!Ciel's real name...

Since it's probably still going to be a while before we get back to the young master in question in the manga, I'd like to theorize a little about what his actual name could be. There are a few options, and I do have my own opinion on what I think would suit best, but I'd like to hear from all of you as well, so feel free to weigh in!

What we know beforehand We know that both O!Ciel and R!Ciel were named by their mother, and that their names are very rare for the time period as stated by their father (Ch. 130 IIRC). We also know that Yana Toboso had a multitude of names she considered before settling of Ciel, so one of those could be a contender as well. These names include Lapis, Rain, Azure, Celeste, Angelo, Walter, Arthur and the ever popular Astre.

But We won't just leave it at that, so let's explore some options that lay outside that field.

Option one: his name is Sirius A little anticlimactic, but surely a possibility. They used this name to code the star which his brother was disguised as, and Bravat even called O!Ciel Sirius during the whole reveal. However, Yana-san hasn't elaborated on the matter, which I feel like she would have done if this was true.

Option two: his name is Earl

(Ch 139) I racked my brain, I really did. I even went as far as to search multiple sources to see if I read it right or if it was a mistranslation. But the conversation on this page goes as follows: Sebastian: Once again congratulations, Earl Ciel Phantomhive... Aah this won't do, I'm not allowed to tell you lies, yes? O!Ciel: ... That's right, don't ever call my name again. I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive. See, what bothers me is that Both of them cite the same name, despite O!Ciel telling Sebastian that he must never speak his name again. How could that be if Sebastian had not previously used his name before? Would it then be possible that Sebastian meantthe "Earl" part as O!Ciel's actual first name, then added the rest of the name whereas O!Ciel uses "earl" as a title? I doubt that this is true, but it would have been cute if both brothers ended up being called Earl Phantomhive: One by title, and one by first name.

Option three: Gemini O!Ciel is a twin, was born on the day of the peak of the Geminids shower and the name fits the sky/heaven/astral naming theme. It's surely odd enough to be mentioned by Vincent as such and from what I could gather, the Kanji for Shieru (Romaji for Ciel in Japanese) and Jemini (Romaji for Gemini in Japanese) are not that far apart either.

It just rails me to know that we've come this far since the reveal without knowing for sure what O!Ciel is actually called. Ugh!

[crowscallthecrows]

A 'what if' scenario

(Spoilers for the blue cult arc, Gregory Violet, etc. Descriptions of character death and needles.)

---

Their corpses lay so still Violet can convince himself they're sleeping, as hands creep up his shoulders, squeezing slightly to imitate some sort of comfort.

He knows Blavat is watching, watching in satisfaction that makes his stomach churn and his breathing catch just a bit more as his mind reels at the sight he's been sent to see by none other then the fortune teller himself. The man behind him sighs, removing his hands to stride towards the chairs that still have their middles held down with familiar thick leather straps. The look on his face can almost resemble regret, and Violet's sore arm prickles at the soft contact he makes with Bluewer's face.

"You know," he shrugs with resignation. "It's a shame, really. They shone so bright on stage." Blavat reaches out again, this time to stroke the blond edges of Redmond before Violet's own voice comes out, tears and rage seeping through the shakiness.

"Don't touch them." he hisses, before the old him takes over, to push his saucy tongue back in place again. "...please. Please."

Warning flashes over the diviner, this is what happens when you try to get sneaky with me, before choosing relent over threats with another sigh. There was a purpose to this after all, and there was no point to any of this if he didn't let the younger man relish in his mistakes. He smiles softly, briefly gazing at the stiff form of Greenhill.

"It's funny. Even when it was obvious they'd accepted their fates, the only name on their lips was yours-" he chuckles to himself then, shaking his head. " 'Where's Violet? What have you done with Violet?' It was as if their minds' couldn't rest unless they saw you safe, or dying with them."

Blavat walks past him towards the entrance, touching his shoulder so tenderly it makes the bile in his throat rapidly thicken.

"It's alright. They can be replaced with brighter stars, and we can start over together," he remarks with a grin, the same grin he does to all under the protection of Sirius.

"You didn't need their blood," is Violet's reply with a swallowed sob. "You had enough of their kind. You didn't need their blood."

He's ignored. The door open and Blavat's gone, surely to find someone to take care of the mess he had no problem causing.

Falling to his hands and knees, he empties his stomach first, tears springing from heaving until there's nothing left, his hacking making echos through the quiet room. Trembling knees make his steps staggered and uneven, his feet taking him to the closest feeling of home he has left.

They lay pale, yet they look like they're meant to be breathing. Slumped forward and half hidden by hair, Redmond's half lidded eyes feed his false hopes. Greenhill sits so straight it's like he's in a classroom again. Bluewer's lips stay slightly parted in one that resembles his expression of perfect thoughtfulness.

Knowing Bluewer, he would know something was wrong right away, twisting his arm hard against the restraints to delay the inevitable harm. Redmond would probably follow suite, probably a little too late, spinning questions and threats through the process until his body betrayed him and couldn't anymore. And Greenhill, how he must've fought, with so much heart, depending on himself to save the three of them alone. And of course...

The only name on their lips was yours.

"Sorry," he whispers to souls long since passed. He touches one of the arms filled with angry red marks, and flinches his hand back. They shouldn't be this cold.

He feels his shoulders start to wrack. "I'm sorry," his hands hover in the air, unsure what to do.

He'll never forget the way they move, the varying characteristics he could easily capture in his art just by looking, yet the other side of him is already forgetting what their voices sound like.

He can only bury himself in his hands. "I'm sorry." he can choke out once more before he's on his knees again, half praying they're able to be forgiven.

"-sorry, I'm so sorry-" How much did it hurt? Did they leave screaming for their parents, or with the acceptance Blavat claimed?

The silence that remains- crushing, unending- is the worst of all.

[canesenzafissadimora]

Quella mattina a scuola c’era il compito in classe di italiano. Il titolo del tema era

“La persona più speciale per me”.

Umberto scrisse tutto d’un fiato, come se le parole si scrivessero da sole.

“Mio fratello si chiama Bruno.

Sono sicuro che mi vuole un mondo di bene, come io ne voglio a lui, anche se non me l’ha mai detto. Lui le cose le dimostra, non si perde in inutili parole.

Quando è entrato nella nostra famiglia, era già grande, i miei l’hanno adottato un giorno di quattro anni fa. E dal primo momento in cui ci siamo guardati, è come se fossimo stati sempre fratelli.

Mio padre dice che l’amore, in qualunque sua forma, è proprio questo: due anime che si riconoscono, tra miliardi di anime.

Non so nulla della sua storia prima che entrasse in casa nostra, ma mi piacerebbe sapere se era amato quanto lo amiamo noi.

E perché si sia ritrovato solo.

So che un giorno lo scoprirò, e che quel segreto mi farà piangere. Perché allora capirò quei momenti di malinconia in cui ogni tanto lo trovo perso.

Ma anche se non conosco la sua storia, sento che il suo mondo è così simile al mio, da potercelo scambiare.

Noi abbiamo diviso tutto, fin dal primo momento: i giochi, il letto, i genitori. Le bravate. Lui è un complice perfetto, non fa mai la spia e mi dà fiducia assoluta.

Ogni volta che gli propongo qualcosa, è sempre pronto a seguirmi. Come se non avesse mai di meglio da fare che stare con me, come se fossi io il suo meglio.

E questo mi fa sentire la persona più importante al mondo.

Una delle sue passioni più grandi è il cibo, ad ogni pasto mangerebbe fino a scoppiare, come se non si saziasse mai. Ma nonostante questa sua debolezza, non è grasso, e si mantiene in forma perché è un tipo sportivo.

Corre tutti i giorni e nuota appena ne ha la possibilità.

Quando vede una qualunque distesa d’acqua, che sia il mare, un lago o un fiumiciattolo, lui si butta e comincia a nuotare, come se fosse la cosa più naturale del mondo.

La scorsa estate al mare ha salvato anche un paio di bambini che stavano per essere trascinati via dalla corrente.

Lui li ha visti per primo, e si è buttato in mare senza nessuna esitazione, senza nessuna paura, riportandoli a riva sani e salvi, tra gli applausi commossi e increduli di tutti i bagnanti.

Quando sono in ospedale, è lui che mi manca più di ogni altra cosa al mondo. La sua contagiosa allegria. Le risate che mi fa fare. Quel suo modo speciale di essermi vicino, sempre.

So che quando sto male, lui non soffre per me, ma con me, e allora il dolore si divide, ed è come se facesse meno male.

E quando sono felice, lui non è felice per me, ma è felice con me, e allora qualunque felicità si moltiplica e diventa ancora più grande.

Pochi al mondo sanno esserci, come lui.

Un giorno, dopo un’anestesia, lo vidi stare male, trascinarsi a terra stremato, guardarmi con gli occhi sbarrati, tremare e cercare con tutte le forze il mio aiuto.

Io non potevo fare nulla per salvarlo, allora mi feci mettere a terra vicino a lui e l’abbracciai più forte che potei, finché non riprese le forze.

Lo aspettai.

Mi ha insegnato lui a farlo.

Guardandolo, ogni giorno imparo qualcosa...

La dignità, la lealtà, il coraggio, il rispetto, la riconoscenza, il perdono. L’amore.

Ah, dimenticavo… lui non è una persona,

è un cane, anzi un labrador,

ma per me non fa nessuna differenza.

E’ il fratello migliore che potessi avere.

I fratelli non si scelgono, ma se si potessero scegliere, pure in altre mille vite,

io sceglierei lui.

[corvus--coraxx]

“Your radiance has been rather lackluster this evening..” — Bravat @akumanomorii

ㅤㅤㅤ❛❛ Isn't it always on the lackluster side ? After all, ❜❜ a rather coy smile curled up the corners of his mouth, ❛❛ a collapsar cannot shine on its own. No, the illumination must be siphoned from somewhere else. One as well-versed in astronomy such as yourself would agree, hm ? ❜❜