#napoleon salver

[bezierballad]

Y'know I actually thought about giving Napoleon an obsession with rabbits

Like y'know how Sebastian has an obession with cats?

Or at least, Napoleon used to like rabbits as much as Sebastian likes cats

[bezierballad]

I have done it—

I am so sorry if some of the text is hard to read btw lmao—

So I found this reference earlier

And I thought it might be a fun challenge for some artists with ocs so I'm gonna tag a bunch of people with ocs in hopes that someone will do it with theirs!

Gimme your kids, I want to learn more about them

Of course anyone who sees this and also has ocs feel free to reblog and show me yours!

@oya-oya-okay @oyatochie @ekacucumber @bezierballad @weekend-whip @t3tch0

[cinebration]

Cordial (Napoleon Solo x Reader) [Part 4]

Lunch time.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Epilogue

Tagged: @ly--canthrope​, @maan24​, @eefjedegraaf​, @omgkatinka​, @illbegoinhome​

Warnings: none

Gif Source: sirgeralt

Solo stared at the bed. It had been made up to look like one when in fact it was two twin beds pushed together. Standard practice in some parts, usually for rooms that were booked for one occupant. Twin beds were cheaper and could convert a one-person room to a two-person one without hauling out another mattress.

Still, he stared at it, chewing on what it meant. Ilya and Gaby, he knew, were always given rooms where the twin beds were separate, even though they checked in as a married couple. That this bed was made up as one whole one suggested a number of things to him.

Primarily, that you had requested the arrangement.

I am not seducing her, he told himself. It’s a matter of principal.

Not that it was because you were his partner in this mission. No, because he refused to sleep with a woman who was intent on chaining him down. Figuratively speaking, of course. He wouldn’t mind literally, depending on the context—

Solo forcibly derailed the thought process. You were getting unpleasantly under his skin. The last thing he needed was to get muddled with heady fantasies. He needed to find a woman to work the images out of his mind. Perhaps the brunette downstairs, the one he had glimpsed as he stormed upstairs.

Stripping off his suit jacket, he hung it neatly up on a coat hanger, wondering distantly why you were taking so long making it to the room.

Why does it matter? he asked himself, and he set about unpacking his suitcase.

~~

Solo had just nodded off for a midday nap—well-deserved, he felt, for having already had to endure you for the day, early as it yet was—when you waltzed into the room. Your hands clapped together once.

Loud.

Flinching internally, Solo peeled one eye open. You stood at the foot of the bed, one eyebrow arched as you stared down at him.

The words slipped out before Solo could stop them. “Like what you see?”

You smiled. “It’s an unflattering angle.”

Solo felt the string of anger plucked once again in his chest. You had a practiced hand, that much he had to give you.

With a sigh, he sat up and glanced at the time. 1PM. Lunch time.

“Are you hungry?”

He looked at you sharply. “Don’t tell me you’re a mind reader.”

“What does my dossier say?”

“Nothing.”

“Then I suppose I’m not.” Stepping away from the bed, you sat at the small table in the room, facing the French doors of the balcony. “I’ve taken the liberty of ordering us lunch.”

Solo grimaced. “I’m sure your discerning palate made the best choices, but I choose my food.”

“You were sleeping.”

“Hardly. You only just arrived.”

“Call it women’s intuition, then.”

Solo sighed quietly, squeezing his eyes shut as he composed himself, and said, “I don’t—”

“One day, you should cook dinner. I hear you are quite the connoisseur.”

Solo blinked, sideswiped by the flattery. “Who told you that? Gaby?”

“Doesn’t she hate your rich tastes?”

Frowning, he slowly approached the table, pausing only to pour a glass of scotch at the nearby wet bar. As he poured the rich amber-colored liquid into the glass, he searched for sarcasm in your tone and in your face.

Nothing.

“I take it that you have tastes?” he asked, standing behind the unoccupied chair at the table. His hand rested on its back as he sipped the scotch.

You smiled disarmingly. Solo felt the liquid fire turn icy in his throat as the drink went down. Somehow the smile reminded him of a python’s as it slowly curled around its prey and squeezed the life out of it.

“I chose you, didn’t I?” you answered.

“I don’t follow.”

“When Waverly approached me for this mission—”

“Approached you?”

“—he offered me the choice between you and Kuryakin.”

“And you chose me.”

You arched your eyebrows. “You don’t think you’re the man best suited for the job?”

Solo scoffed. “Peril doesn’t have finesse.”

“Then I made the right choice. Or would you say my ‘tastes’ were wrong in choosing you? That you are a bad taste?”

He could feel it, the binding of your snake body around him, but he couldn’t stop himself from rising to the bait. “No.”

“It’s settled, then. I have great taste.”

He opened his mouth to dispute you.

A knock sounded on the door, accompanied by a porter announcing, “Service de chambre!”

“Get that, would you, honey?” you asked.

Suppressing a laugh of disbelief—he felt himself starting to give credit to your cheek—he opened the door and stood aside to let the porter through with his lunch cart. Two covered salvers rested on the white terry cloth. The porter bowed and swept out of the room.

Solo plucked the domed lid off the salver nearest him—

Revealing a bowl of ratatouille.

Arching one eyebrow, he turned to you and said with great sarcasm, “Your discerning palate astounds me.”

“That’s yours,” you said, grabbing the second salver, still covered, and setting it before yourself.

“This is a peasant’s dish. It’s not a rich taste at all.”

“I’m afraid they had just made up the last of the foie gras. Otherwise, I would have ordered that for you.”

Grinding his teeth, Solo poured himself another glass of scotch and sat down with his plate. Only after he ate the first forkful of the vegetable dish did he notice that your salver was still covered.

“Aren’t you going to eat?”

“Yes.”

You lifted the lid off with a flourish—

Revealing a plate of foie gras.

“Bon appétit,” you declared wryly.

Solo stared at you with venom for the remainder of the meal, thinking up of ways to return the favor.

Two could play this game.

[bezierballad]

Okay guys, it’s that time of day. You know what that means?

Time for another OC infodump.

Specifically about the head demon himself, Napoleon Salver.

I’ve mentioned that Napoleon (unlike Sebastian we’ll get to him later) can’t stand the idea of a demon fasting. Why? Because he’s done it himself.

Napoleon used to restrain himself on how many souls he eats (“quality over quantity” similar to Sebastian’s logic of soul consumption) however, he once got himself into a bind and nearly starved himself. Think like how you're trying to lose weight so you try to eat less and less only to end up nearly passing out due to lack of nutrients.

(Also keep in mind demons can’t starve to death like humans can. They basically start gradually losing their sanity until they reach a point of no return.)

Anyway, this plays even when Napoleon is in a contract with Adam.

See, the big difference between Napoleon and Sebastian is that:

Sebastian sees Ciel’s soul as a gourmet main course he’s been working so hard to make and he doesn’t wanna eat anything beforehand or else he’ll ruin his appetite.

Napoleon sees Adam’s soul as a last course. A fine dessert, one would say. It doesn’t matter to him how many souls he eats beforehand (as long as he eats enough to sustain himself) he’s just saving the best for last.

This even plays in at one point when him and Sebastian meet (when Sebastian and Ciel are investigating the inn on their mission):

Sebastian: "Hey, when was the last time you ate a soul?"

Napoleon: "Like five minutes ago. How about you?"

Sebastian: "Last time I ate? Probably... three years ago."

Napoleon: 😀 "...what."

There are other moments throughout the story where he makes an offer to his new fellow demon "tell you what, I’ll let you have the next soul of the guy who comes here" (or what’s basically "hey man, eat with us. The food’s on me.")

And Sebastian’s always like “No, I told you, I’m fasting. I’ll ruin my appetite,” (this being Sebastian who has stated he hates other demons who gourge greedily on souls, I don't think he even likes Napoleon to begin with) and Napoleon gets more and more fed up with this pitiful excuse.

Because Napoleon basically wants to "save" Sebastian from the fate he nearly entered himself. (Which was nearly starving himself to insanity.)

TL;DR Napoleon is one gay ass son of a bitch.

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"Of course, I've made many contracts and satisfied many mortals' desires and wishes throughout my existence. Even now, the taste of their souls always seem to stick with me."

"If you can pardon my protruding curiosity, what do they usually ask for?"

"A grand majority of them have asked for wealth and power. Limitless amounts, even."

"Well, those things are quite worthless if that person is fated to be dead the next day, right? Humans and their impulsiveness."

"Yes, indeed. Even now it never fails to be amusing."

"…what have you gotten in return?"

"Um... souls."

"…other than that."

"Other than that, nothing."

"…Nothing?"

"Other than souls, nothing at all… I don't see what else I could possibly receive, if anything."

"Well, if you could wish for something and have that be granted, what would it be?"

"…I simply want to fufill my master's wish. If only to finally be able to consume what's been marinating in years of pain and despair… and finally sate myself. I wish to finally be able to take what's been right in front of me and yet so far out of my reach... I wish to finally be able to satisfy my endless craving for the most fine and extravagant course I've ever had... that is all."

"...Well... why wait then?"

"..."

"..."

"...I'm sorry?"

"Three years, you've gone without consuming a single soul, all because you've been hankering for something that suits only your personal high-quality tastes. Three years, Sebastian!"

"And? That's hardly even a fragment of our lifespan."

"Well, if you want it so badly, why not have it now?"

"I can't afford to break my contract with my young master now of all times. I see absolutely no reason to do so."

"..."

"...why would be as wreckless and imbecilic as to break my contract after years of progress?"

"...Allow me to put it this way: imagine you're a donkey who's looking to take its rider somewhere because they have no other source of transportation. They want to go somewhere... far, let's say. You haven't eaten in days, and your only possible food source is a carrot on a stick... and you're not even halfway to your destination."

"...I don't see where you're going with this."

"Is the long, painful journey really worth going through... if by the end of it, the carrot you've been working so hard for has gone all moldy?"

"..."

"...Sebastian?"

"..."

"W-Where are you going?"

"It's been a fine moment of tranquility dining with you, Napoleon, but I'm afraid I can't stay any longer. My master's most likely woken up by now and I must not keep him waiting for his breakfast."

"Sebastian..."

"...you didn't even eat anything."

[bezierballad]

I really really like this idea. I feel like when they're not in a contract (where they're given names by their master(s) ) they refer to their demon peers as "that one" or "the other one" (I feel like demons don't have genders or pronouns unless they're playing the human facade)

Like, "Oi! You there! Where'd the other one go?" or something like that.

I just remembered an older hc of mine that demon don’t have given names.

So they just refer to each other by pronouns, but say them in specific tones to differentiate who their talking about.

Like “oh yes, her/him/them” (said neutrally)

Or “oh…her/him/them” (said like this emoji 😒)

[bezierballad]

Napoleon is one lazy son of a bitch compared to Sebastian.

Sebastian dresses Ciel up for the day every single morning.

Napoleon meanwhile is like "here Adam I picked out your clothes now get dressed, I'll be in the living room if you need somethin"

[bezierballad]

I swear, creating the contract itself is the hardest part of creating Demon OCs

But I do have a brief basis for what Adam's contract with Napoleon could be.

Basically, Adam was declared the prime suspect of a heinous crime he did not commit. So once he meets Napoleon, he makes a deal with him to help track down the person who framed him. And once his name is cleared, his soul would be eaten.

I'm currently trying to work out how that plotline would be interwoven with the story arc with Sebastian and Ciel trying to figure out the disappearances of the people who stay at the inn Adam and the other OCs work at.

I'll probably figure something out, but if anyone has any ideas, feel free to share

[bezierballad]

So I found this cute RPG chibi picrew and decided to make a few of my Kuro OCs + Ciel and Sebastian.

Take a look at them!

For those wondering what the Sinclair Inn Servants (aka Tobias, Napoleon, & Maria) look like, here's a basic idea!

The only thing that's most wildly inaccurate is Tobias' hair color (it was either this or making it bubblegum pink so lmao. Just pretend it's more of a dark red violet. Like a maroon almost.)

Link to picrew if ya'll wanna give it a try:

[bezierballad]

please talk about your ocs! (i totally didn't run to your ask box after I saw the reblog)

Will do! I've also talked about these guys and discussed a lot of their story with my buddies @eemoo1o-animoo & @sebastian-ciel-mutual-bullying (Thanks so much you two, ya'll are awesome ^^)

(Bear with me folks this is still a WIP work)

The OCs in question are a trio of demon OCs—Tobias Gourmand, Napoleon Salver, and Maria DeVarre—who all serve the owner of an inn. (Adam Sinclair is his name. And his wife is named Evangeline. "Evie" or "Eve" for short. 😉)

The Sinclair Servants are basically meant to be foils of some sort to the Phantomhive servants (Finny, Mey-Rin, and Baldroy) but they're also basically the triplet demon servants from Black Butler II if they each had their own separate personality (also if one of them was a girl lmao)

Tobias is quite chatty with whoever decided to visit the inn, but is also considered to be the one with the least "tact" out of the three. Compared to his two companions, he's quite a bit more childish and less-levelheaded, and isn't usually seen without a mug of liquor in hand. That being said, he's a tad bit more of a flirt compared to the others, very smug and savvy.

Despite my personal preference to say his name second in order, Napoleon is actually the "ringleader" of the trio. He's the one that does most of the talking when other characters (such as Ciel, Sebastian, and/or Adam) are speaking to the trio as a whole. Napoleon is especially the one who has the most interaction with Sebastian in the story (in fact part of me feels like he's at least 45% gay for Sebastian but I digress). He's also considered the most manipulative of the three, but he's usually the one letting Tobias and Maria do most of the messier work.

Maria is without a doubt the most stoic of the three (in fact most of the time she rarely says anything), and since she's a kitchen maid she's usually barely seen ever interacting with the inn guests. Despite physically appearing to be the youngest of the three (looking no older than Ciel himself) Maria is actually far more mature and level-headed than one may think (second only to Napoleon but moreso than Tobias). She's also quite skilled with knives (more specifically the bigger and heavier butcher's cleavers to contrast with Sebastian's fancy dinner cutlery), in fact if anyone were to try and act creepy with this girl, she would no doubt threaten to stab that person.

Some may interpret these three as a "weird little demon family" and they're not wrong. Me personally I interpret their relationship with each other as "roomates/siblings who are usually on the same page, have the same thoughts and mindsets, and do a lot of the same things but occasionally get on each other's nerves". Sometimes I even think of them as a silly little "clique" of demons. Above all else, however, they're partners in crime.

Now, here's how they would play into the rest of the Kuroshitsuji world (specifically how Ciel, Sebastian, & the rest of the gang would come into play).

It basically goes out like this; Ciel and Sebastian are sent by the queen to investigate this inn. The reasoning is rather to-the-point; many people who have visited this inn are usually never seen walking back out.

There's a lot of your typical Kuro arc shenanigans, but there's also a lot of interaction with Sebastian and the Sinclair servants. A lot of "demon-to-demon" interactions.

Their relationship with Sebastian is... rather complicated. I'm still unsure whether or not these three would be able to tell if Sebastian is a demon or if Seb himself even knows that they're demons yet. If so, then chances are these three see Sebastian as, well, weird.

Like, "you're telling me that guy over there fawning over a litter of kittens is a member of our species? As if." They even make a few occasional mocking jabs at his expense (much to Seb's annoyance)

Anyway, there's a planned B plot with the reapers (specifically Grell, Ron, & Will) where they see that many souls have been strangely going missing. And they are, in fact, rather pissed. Will especially is rather triggered and believes Sebastian is the one at fault here (which Sebastian himself knows is absolute bullshit because he's been dieting fasting for what? Three years straight?)

Gee I wonder if the demons who are working at the inn know about this.

I could keep going on and on, but I think it's best that I stop there for now. This story has a looooooot going on, and that's far from even the tip of the iceberg.

Either way, thank you so much for the ask! And for those who were patient enough to get to the end of my bad storytelling and infodumping, thank you for reading 👋

[bezierballad]

Hey there! I was wondering if you could tell me more about Napoleon’s relationship with his master a bit more (I already forgot his name lol)

How different is it from Sebastian and Ciel outside of the eating the souls bit?

Napoleon's relationship with Adam is quite complicated to say the very least.

Adam obviously doesn't trust Napoleon at all (what human would, honestly?). Whenever the two (along with Tobias and Maria) are out in public, all he's worried about is the possibility of these demons killing somebody.

60 percent of the time, all Adam can really think about is the fact that there are not one, not two, but three demons living with him. Compared to Ciel, who handles living with a demon better than most humans would (for the most part at least) Adam is always on-edge around Napoleon. He's always trying to keep the demon satisfied so he doesn't say "fuck it" and eat his soul then and there.

Unlike Sebastian, (whose contract with Ciel prohibits him from lying to him) Napoleon often makes decisions without asking for his master's agreement on the matter.

For example, he invites Ciel & Sebastian (and whoever decided to accompany the two, if anyone) into the inn (at night) without even bothering to inform his lord about new guests arriving. (Adam doesn't even find out until the next morning, and he's kinda pissed at Napoleon, understandably.)

This isn't to say Napoleon is "disobedient" (or at least, Napoleon himself claims that he isn't). He's simply capable of making his own choices no matter what his master may think. What the hell does he look like, a chained dog?

Anyway, thank you for the ask! ^^

[bezierballad]

Super random Black Butler OC dump Part 1 (probably, maybe)

Feat. The 3D (that stands for “three demons”)

The dynamic of these three is basically “father raising two kids and he doesn’t restrict them like at all cause he likes when it pisses other people off” or some shit (it’s not two dads taking care of a kid, it’s a dad taking care of two kids btw lmao)

Adam is always panicking whenever he’s out with these three in public, like he’s always thinking about the three of them possibly blowing their cover as demons.

He’s especially like this with Maria the most. He’ll glance at her and go “oh her? That’s my daughter.”

“Sir, your daughter is biting someone’s arm off”

“SHIT—”

Maria will eat (almost) absolutely anything. 

Even if it’s raw. 

Or on the ground. 

Or in the trash.

If someone drops a tray full of food she’ll just eat it anyway

She’s a demon she doesn’t have to worry about digestive issues.

And neither does Tobias

Man’s quite the drinker

And thankfully demons can’t get drunk either

At least, I don’t think we can

Idk I remember seeing somewhere a panel of Sebastian with a bunch of empty wine glasses and he’s just fine

Also it’s not always noticeable

But Tobias and Maria also have these sharp ass teeth (similar to Grell but maybe even sharper than that)

Just a subtle little hint to their true demon forms

[bezierballad]

Them:

Link to Picrew used for characters:

[bezierballad]

So I’ve talked a bit about my Black Butler OCs, the Sinclair Inn Servants in the past, but I thought maybe I’d go a bit deeper into them.

Like Sebastian, Napoleon is the usual typical soul-eating contract-making demon we’ve seen in the Black Butler world. Unlike Sebastian, he couldn’t really give any less of a damn about this “fasting” nonsense. A demon’s gotta eat after all, otherwise they’ll basically go absolutely mad.

As for Tobias and Maria? They’re demons too, of course. But they’re wired a bit differently. A “subspecies”of demon, if you will.

Let me explain.

First and foremost, they don’t survive on human souls, but on human flesh and blood. I don’t exactly have a name for these kinds of demons, but for the sake of this post we’ll call them “flesh-eaters”. (And for soul-consuming demons like Sebastian, Hannah, Claude, etc. we’ll refer to them as “soul-eaters”.)

In Hell’s hierarchy (if that even exists in Black Butler) flesh-eaters are ranked lower than the soul-eaters, which leads to my next point.

When a soul-eater makes a contract with a human, the demon is considered a “servant”, obeying the human’s orders until the contract is complete, devouring the human’s soul as a reward.

These flesh-eating demons are considered “servants” to soul-eating ones. (Think like the demon triplets from Kuroshitsuji II, who were Hannah’s subordinates. In fact, I actually headcanon that they’re flesh-eaters.) 

The flesh-eater(s) accompanies the soul-eater demon (who “hires” them as subordinates) and often assist them in completing whatever contract the soul-eater makes with a human. They obey the soul-eater’s orders and are required to be at his or her side at almost all times.

As for their reward? Soul-eaters eat the human contractor’s souls (obviously) while flesh-eaters feed on the soulless bodies left over. So at the end of each completed contract, they both get a nice meal. (If they’re ordered to kill someone, they feast off the corpse of that too.)

Another difference between soul-eaters and flesh-eaters is that soul-eaters move onto another human to form a contract with. 

Flesh-eaters are required to always serve a soul-eater even after a contract is completed. (They get a lot more food this way.) The only way they can actually move onto someone else is if the soul-eater is killed by a reaper.

Also, quick thing about their physical appearances. Or rather, their “true demon” forms:

Soul-eaters are this constantly shifting black mist (we see this with Sebastian in the Blue Memory arc.)

Flesh-eaters are… well, more “human” but also kind of not?

Imagine something like the Rake; humanoid hairless creature with long appendages, extremely long sharp claws and teeth, and white eyes void of any pupils or irises. Their limbs and torso are also extremely thin and lanky. And they’re extremely tall. Like, at least a good few inches taller than the average adult human being.

Those are the true demon forms of flesh-eaters.

Of course, like soul-eaters, these guys can shapeshift into pretty much whatever form, and they can choose to take on a much more settling human form. (Sometimes their eyes or their teeth might slip out though. Sometimes.)

Honestly I can go on and on about this, but I think I’ve gone on long enough lmao. Hopefully that made sense.

If you guys have any questions about my OCs or their lore, feel free to send an ask! ^^

[bezierballad]

Leaked excerpt from my future story it plays exactly like this /j

(Happy pride, guys)

Link to Picrew:

[bezierballad]

Okay guys real quick I'm just gonna dump about Napoleon's contract with Adam—

Y'know how in canon, Sebastian's contract with Ciel forbids him from ever lying to him? Well, a similar thing is happening here.

Napoleon's contract with Adam forbids him from physically touching any human.

Unfortunately, it's not really enough to stop him from feeding on the poor unfortunate souls of whoever stays at their inn.

Here's where things get kinda crazy: see, Napoleon can't touch or physically harm any humans. However, (and these are mostly his words) the contract never says that he can't order his subordinates (those being Tobias and Maria) to do it for him.

After all, Napoleon is the one that humans make the contracts with, not Tobias and Maria. Therefore, the latter two don't have to follow the humans orders.

So basically summed up as:

"I'm going to punch that bitch in the face"

"Nuh uh, Napoleon, no touching. Contract, remember?"

"Very well, my lord… Maria, I order you to go punch that bitch in the face."

"NO—"

Luckily for Napoleon he can touch Sebastian all he wants cause Sebastian isn't a human therefore he's not breaking the contract yaaaaaaaaaay