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“I didn’t prepare much this year,” Wish pulled out a card from her apron pocket with two tickets to the theatre inside. “But I thought, perhaps on our next day off, we could go see the show together. If you’d like. Merry Christmas, Sebastian.” ( perspextivexx )

“Didn’t prepare much, she says.”

Sebastian’s lips twitch visibly, but he ignores the urge to pull further than the tight politeness he is forcing himself to display. The butler hasn’t been very attentive lately, focusing on his duties and the distractions that follow… but she thought about him. Wish considered him for a tradition the demon shouldn’t even be concerned about. She’s always been so very good about that.

Sebastian thought about Wish too, kept her in the back of his mind like one might keep a diamond in a dirty pocket. Her celestial shine, her unholy resilience—all is priceless to him, and during his time away, he reflected on her frequently. And yet, he has nothing to prove such appreciation beyond this awful, aching guilt in his chest.

“You spoil as always,” he says quietly, eyeing the card with uncertain red eyes. The demon doesn’t usually feel undeserving of things, but Sebastian suddenly feels very… so very…

“It would be my pleasure. Assuming it is still yours, as well.”

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Dark red eyes cut across her form. It may seem as if his intentions are purely carnal, but the demon is merely assessing whether or not she is as powerful as her presence suggests.

“Perhaps, but I did say I like it.” Sebastian allows himself the treat of a vulpine smile. The woman seems quite confident, and one can only hope the pretty head on her shoulders cradles a brilliant mind deserving of such high personal regard. “Might I have the pleasure of your name, miss?”

❝ you’re strange. i don’t mean that in a nasty way, you’re just … funny. i like that. ❞

"You're not the first to call me strange and probably won't be the last." The witch raised an eyebrow, looking up at the man with a slightly bemused expression. "Though that's an odd thing to say to someone you just met, you know"

[huntress94]

What in mobile hell Tumblr?

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It's nighttime and Simba’s got the zoomies though thankfully he's just darting around Sebastian's room instead of out in the manor hallways. "Yahoo!"

Sebastian chuckles, the sound reverberating deep in his chest. “Oh my, look at you go. It is like watching lightning split the sky.”

The butler is reclining on his bed, back to the headboard, hands in his lap. Sebastian doesn’t sleep (correction: he won’t sleep), so he hardly uses the thing. As Simba races, he finds that the bed is quite useful in keeping his long limbs out of the cub’s racing path.

“Be careful. And quieter, if possible. Much of the household is asleep by now.”

[blairlexproject]

is anyone else's tumblr mobile doing this? it glitches and does this almost every time after like 5 minutes of me using the app the words just stay there no matter where i scroll @staff

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A white-swathed hand, hard as stone, clamps over the boy's mouth. Any further noise is swallowed up in an unforgiving palm.

"Such noise. In the Phantomehive Manor, we use our inside voices. Perhaps we should take this outside then, mm?"

Clinging tightly to the little intruder's face, Sebastian springs both parties into the open forests that surround the estate. Now in the luxury of indisputable remoteness, the butler retracts his hand and allows the young thing to plead his case.

It’s all very interesting, but the unimpressed drag to his lips does not bode well for this strange child’s safety. A costume, advanced technology, even a little magic can easily explain the boy’s “otherworldly” nature. And yet… the more he pays attention, the more obvious it becomes that this child isn’t being deceitful. He certainly believes his own story.

“Let us pretend you are as you say,” Sebastian says flatly. “It does not matter to me in the slightest. Anything that poses a threat to my master must be dealt with swiftly.”

Curling a finger to his bottom lip. Brows knitting with a sudden thoughtfulness.

“Mm. You have aroused my curiosity. Give me your name, boy.”

Yanqing gasped at the closeness of this man, he literally had no time to react fully as his hood was moved back and his face was revealed. His golden irises widen in response as he shivered to their next set of words, his hands fully up as the swords quake in fear.

He gulped another hard lump as he didn't want to lose his head, body trembling.

"What? Wait! No! Please! I'm not a killer by no means! I'm a Lieutenant of a army lost in a unknown world and was just seeking out shelter from this storm!

Please don't take my head! I'm not here to kill anything nor anyone! These swords of mine were just protecting me as it's a basic response Sir!"

He quickly spoke out, not daring to move due to that sharp dinner knife so close!

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[rebel-belle-blog1]

picture help?

So mobile is being crappy these days but it's the only thing in have right now. I changed my theme but I can't see what it looks like,,if someone could send me a screenshot of my tumblr page I'd appreciate it. <3

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@bleubijouxpapillon | x

“Ladies and gentlemen, I ask that you raise your glasses in a toast for the Earl Ciel Phantomhive. May his victories be ever assured.”

The Manor swells with bodies. Weighted and light, petite and tall, every self-respecting noble congregates to wish great success upon the Earl Phantomhive and his lucrative company.

Postured grandly at his master’s side, Sebastian can just barely hear the stuttering clicks of hamster wheels as the night’s guests manufacture plans of friendship, courtship, and sabotage. There is no more room for doubt; Ciel Phantomhive is in high demand, and he can no longer be so easily dismissed. He is eighteen years of age, after all.

Who could have predicted they would reach such a milestone?

“Do smile for them, young master,” Sebastian suggests in a breath meant only for Ciel’s ears. “They will eat it up.”

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Wish’s attempt at blending in is quite... an attempt, to say the least. There is nothing he can say on the matter; she could don a filthy burlap sack on her head and something pretty would shine through anyway, so Sebastian bites his cheek at the way the pitch fabric becomes her form. What is it they say about black attire? It slims, pronounces curves. What a bother.

The urge to respond bitterly that he has started his day some tine ago, lip curled to flash a stinging canine, is nigh undeniable. Sarcasm is an addictive spice, but a simple “We shall,” is all the butler can say. Where this sudden bout of taciturnity originates from, the butler cannot pinpoint. Should this unsettle him? After all, rarely is he at a loss for words, especially when it comes to tormenting the Nephilim.

Great. As if he needed something else to mindlessly obsess over.

“Of course, it is best to not wake the rest of the household just yet,” Sebastian amends, although it goes without saying. The sky may be turning blue, but it is far too early for humans to function sensibly, let alone blithely. “For now, we should prepare the meals for today and finish the tidying. We must have this place spick-and-span before our horror arrives.”

When you don’t need to sleep (or if you cannot muster the courage to try), there will always be some task waiting to be fulfilled. Sebastian has completed much of the food prep already, and he always tidies as he goes, but the work of a Phantomhive servant is never ending. He has done it all on his own before—he likes it that way—but Wish’s presence has changed the game considerably. Although vexing, the Nephilim’s competency lifts a burden off his shoulders he never thought he’d have to share.

She lost the breath she was holding as soon as Sebastian left the room, not wasting any time to go and lock the door herself. He could be tricky in some manners, but the lack of anything from him about her state of undress was a surprise. Tossing the blanket back over the bed, Wish took an extra moment of delay to put her bed back to a picture perfect state as it was before she went to bed the night before. There was silent satisfaction from having a neat and tidy personal quarters.

Although, the feeling of satisfaction was short lived as she faced the daily challenge of getting dressed, tying the corset back. Getting changed was a quick effort, minus for that damn corset. It would be much more effective to toss it away and go without or perhaps ask for assistance, but to ask Sebastian for assistance, being that Mey-Rin was not awake yet, was too much to do. She reached behind her to deal with tightening it, gritting her teeth as she nearly breaks her arms to pull it socially acceptably tight enough. 

Damn corsets. Worst invention in the world. 

Once dressed she brushed her hair back, sliding a headband on that matches the dress to hold the majority of her hair away to behave. Wish picked up the candle sitting on her nightstand, blowing a small flame on it to light it so they can see with minimal trouble in the dark. Giving one final glance around the room, she opened her door and chuckles, trying to get his attention.

“Shall we get this day started then?”

[iggykoopa666]

why do i look better on 5 hours of sleep than i do normally

[miraculousgifsbug]

Not dead. Just no laptop. #mobilesucks

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[gr1nd3r]

so every time i use mobile all of the gifs have random splotchy white squares??? how do i fix this??????

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Eyes of garnet cut across the walls, ignoring the pleasing decor to appraise the very bones of this expansive mansion. He has captured the weathering to a perfect detail; no layman could know the estate was burned to the ground only a few years ago. Although he rebuilt it to be an exact replica of the little lord’s abode, Sebastian likes to think he created something better. Something stronger. A piece of him slipped into the mortar, squeezed itself between every brick. “I suppose so,” the butler agrees. “It would not make sense to abandon such a place.”

She brings up quite the valid point. How could he ever bear to part with one of his greatest achievements? Never mind the memories he’s made here. Never mind the attachments. When all is said and done, tummy full if only for one passing, glorious moment, memories and attachments will be all that he has.

Suddenly recalling the guest, Sebastian returns the full force of his stare to the lounging woman. The fire’s glow becomes her, highlights her cheekbones and the slope of her nose. Fire makes everything beautiful, Sebastian thinks. Even its ashes, flecked with resilient ruby embers, are more attractive than any jeweled chain. Briefly, perhaps nonsensically, he wonders how Christine would wear such an unconventional glitter.

“We are glad to have you back for as long as your visit lasts,” Sebastian says, smiling decorously. Can she tell in the way he peers at her, peers through her, that he means what he says? The Phantomhive butler does not lie, after all. What game is there in that? “I hope you might regale me with tales of your achievements since we last connected, but I will not press you.”

“I feel like that’s just flattery towards yourself,” Chris laughed, sinking back in further into the lounge chair. She stared him down, but with a soft smile on her face. She couldn’t remember the last time she had come to visit him, but with that she knew it had been a while at least.

“I haven’t met enough demons in my time to refute that claim though,” she told him. “How has life been treating you since we last spoke? Still with the same contractee?”

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The butler pouts, a sweet feigning of pity for the unfortunate soul. Gloved fingers brush the smooth surface of her palm, observing the delicate process of flesh weaving together. It could have been far worse, but the scrapes that once marred her were nothing to sneeze at. No doubt her shoulders ache from bracing her fall, or her knees burn from healing scrapes of their own. Overall, he doesn’t envy the experience.

“I’m sorry your day has not gone as planned,” Sebastian offers gently. To console is a difficult concept, but he finds it easier to grasp these days. “I don’t suppose there is something I can do to make it better?”

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