#short hair grell

[blondeaxolotl]

The butler, gaining admittance 💖💚

Original panel:

[sp00ky9]

Short hair grelle….

[razbrry]

i don’t remember if i requested this already but may i request an nsfw scenario where cisfem reader and grelle get steamy in the office pls?

note— yes yes yes 30x yes!! imagine grell in this ... she is so majestic i can’t. mama mama mamaaa.—☆💋💄

rated: smut! includes: (risky sex, riding, nipple play, biting, drawing blood??? a little, noisy&needy grell :3)

tire out— ft. grell sutcliff w/c: 864

the office was dimly lit, filled with the quiet hum of paperwork being processed and cinematic records being sorted. grell, ever the vibrant death connoisseur, strutted among her office, files in hand. 

“honestly, darling… they’re just piling up today… like a mountain of paperwork!” she tuts, prompting a snort from you.

“your job is ridiculous.”

“pardon?!”

a tense silence follows her gasp as you try to find the right wording. 

“treating human souls like mere paperwork is so oddly dehumanizing, don’t you think? it’s funny.”

“well, dear, that’s the whole point,” she collapses onto the chair at her desk, spinning around on it idly. “us reapers have to do repeat that process to revise the cinematic records then to find if they’re worthy of death.. ughhhh… *so* exhausting.” 

her rambling was nothing short of endearing, that’s for sure. grell throws hear head back, leaning back on her chair dramatically. she sneaks a peek at you, who stands over her desk, lost in thought.

“did you hear me?”

“your bitch and complain? yeah, i did.”

grell’s eyebrows furrow. 

“oh, you wound me! you have no idea how *exhausted* i ammmm….” she trails off, giving you another hinting side eye. 

you bite back a chuckle, taking the hint too well before sitting right upon her desk while simultaneously pushing aside her paperwork.

“oh yeah? how exhausted?” 

like a moth to a flame, grell finally sits straight on her chair, her thighs clutching shut at your purr.

“quite… quite exhausted yes,” her ears flush along with her glasses lightly slipping down that bridge of her nose. 

so gorgeous.

you run your hands through her long, fiery hair before tugging her in.

“you couldn’t use any extra exhausting, could you?” 

your voice was lightly taunting with a gentle pout to your lips, down to your working fingers that teasingly trace her open collarbone, thanks to grell’s classy striped blouse.

the reapers green eyes sparkle with delight before looking around in a tiny excited panic.

“i could certainly use a change of pace…”

before you two knew it, you were straddling grell in her chair, your hands roaming freely against her chest. you could feel grell's breath hitch as you settled yourself on her lap, her crimson painted nails digging lightly into the fabric of your clothes.

you leaned in close, your lips brushing against her ear. "let's see if i can help with that exhaustion," you whispered, your hand slipping down to unbutton her trousers.

grell's eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling with anticipation as your hand found its way to her already stiffened cock. "darling..." she breathed, her voice a mix of desire and desperation.

you began to stroke her slowly, savoring the way her body reacted to your touch. her hips bucked against your hand, seeking more friction. "so needy, grell," you teased, a smirk playing on your lips.

her response was a low, throaty moan as you increased your pace, her grip on your waist tightening. you could feel her getting closer, her breath coming in ragged gasps. her teeth sink down on your neck, initiating a sharp stinging sensation that made you cry out in a miserable attempt to be quiet. just when she was on the brink, you slowed down, drawing a frustrated muffled whine from her.

"patience, love," you cooed, your fingers now tracing her collarbone and slipping beneath her blouse to tease her pretty pink nipples. grell withdrew her mouth from you, proudly tasting a hint of your blood from that harsh bite.

"please," she begged, her voice cracking slightly.

you couldn't resist any longer. standing up briefly, you lowered tugged down her panties lightly. you straddled her again, guiding her inside your cunt with a slow, deliberate movement that had you both groaning in unison.

as you settled into a steady rhythm, you leaned back, allowing your fingers to play with her nipples. grell's head lolled back against the chair, her hands clutching at your hips as you rode her.

the office was filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, the papers and cinematic records forgotten. you kept your movements slow, savoring every sensation, while your hands continued to tease her sensitive nipples.

"how’s that feel, sweetheart?" you murmured, your voice dripping with tenderness.

"so good," she gasped, her hands gripping your thighs as she tried to maintain control. "don't stop... please..."

you quickened your pace slightly, bouncing on her lap and letting out a couple of squeaks here and then…

“dear… o-oh dear, m’ gonna… ngh! cumming…” grell whines onto your neck, her thighs quivering uncontrollably. “shh, lower it down, baby,” you murmur as you oush her face onto your cleavage to muffle her up.

with a final, deep thrust, you both found release, your bodies trembling together in the aftermath. as you collapsed against her, grell's arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

"you certainly know how to... change the pace," she panted, a satisfied smile on her lips.

you chuckled, pressing a kiss to her lips. "anything for you, darling. now, about that paperwork..."

grell groaned playfully, her head falling back against the chair. "later," she murmured, pulling you in for another kiss. "much later."

. . .

[shentheauthor]

God the difference between short hair grell and long hair grell is killing me. She’s so CUTE. I’m going to eat her

[pillow-anime-talk]

his talented baby. {pt.2}

synopsis: You as a person with a huge (and hidden) talent, and also a person who really surprises your boyfriend.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; romance; some comedy; big fluff; some PDA; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. sebastian michaelis & undertaker {kuroshitsuji} + josuke higashikata & rohan kishibe {jojo 4}

part one {click}

— SEBASTIAN (ft. chess)

Sebastian was perfect in everything; in cleaning, in cooking, in playing various instruments, in foreign languages, in gardening, even in singing and dancing. There was, however, one thing he couldn’t achieve fully well, and that was the game of chess.

Of course, he defeated others (I mean here; Grell, Agni, Bald or Finny) with ease, but when you offered him a game one day, his so far intact worldview changed dramatically. Eventually he found someone better than himself, but at the same time he felt so damn frustrated that he couldn’t win against your person. You were better than him, than Ciel, and even better than Mr. Tanaka, who was almost equal to him and the young lord.

“... Your move, Sebastian.” You announced by moving the bishop to the field of your choice, taking his black rook at the same time. “Are you going to give up, my love?” You smiled gently as you took a sip of delicious English tea with the perfect amount of sugar. The man looked at you in response, frowning and looking at the chess alignment after a short while.

“No. Everything is fine, I just need to think for a moment.” He said calmly, though his face expression seemed to hide the urge to swear. “I am impressed with how quickly you made such a confusing setup, darling.”

“Well, well. My grandpa taught me to play. As the saying goes, the student has surpassed the master.” You chuckled as you put your chin on your right hand while looking at the fingers of your man surrounded by white gloves, who decided to move the king to space F5. “Maybe someday you will surpass me, who knows?”

Sebastian stared at you out of the corner of his eye, nodding in delicate, almost invisible amusement.

“Maybe someday, dear. For now, I will give you the honorable title of the best chess player.”

— UNDERTAKER (ft. drawing)

Drawing has been your passion since you remember and you loved to paint literally everything; still life, nature, huge landscapes, other people, animals, and even things that didn’t make much sense (Picasso was one of your biggest inspirations when it came to cubism). In addition, in your bag you always carried your favorite blue sketchbook in which you drew tiny thoughts or things you noticed while walking, working or drinking coffee in a cafe.

That day, however, you were sitting quietly on one of the chairs in the funeral parlor, and the Undertaker was also sitting nearby – he was writing names with concentration, calculating in his mind the number of deaths in the last month and year.

His calm face was really handsome from your perspective; the faint light of the lantern caressed his pale complexion, and his green eyes full of mischief stood out behind his fair hair. Every now and then you glanced at the tall man, then your eyes focused again on the small notebook whose pages were blank. I mean, they were not all empty; some of them had sketches of dogs on them, others sketches of flowers, and others featured the figure of a tall Grim Reaper.

When you finished your illustration, you smiled and nodded, satisfied with your work. A beautiful play of light, self-confident pencil strokes and small additions in the form of ivy and rosemary beautifully composed the whole black-grey picture of Adrian.

“Excause me, darling...?” You whispered hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt his work. Nevertheless, the man quickly looked in your direction and a wide smile appeared on his face.

“Yes, my little flower.” He asked, instantly standing up and forgetting about the paperwork – you were definitely more interesting than the dead, after all. You showed him your drawing with a slight blush on your face and he opened his mouth in slight shock. “It’s me?” You nodded, and the Grim Reaper just chuckled. “Am I really THAT handsome?” He joked and you just rolled your both eyes. A short time later, Undertaker praised your talent, asking if you’d like to hang some of your sketches on the board next to the entrance.

— JOSUKE (ft. playing drums)

More than five years ago, you and your three friends started a music band. Since then, you’ve been focused on making your dreams come true, on small concerts played in the Morioh, on school performances, also on learning notes and practicing singing. You were the drummer and leader of ‘CR△WL’; your vast musical knowledge, willingness to develop your passion and daily rehearsals aroused great admiration from the rest of the band and from people who watched your slowly growing career. Of course, Josuke was no exception, on the contrary – he considered himself your biggest and most faithful fan, who with the greatest pleasure went on dates with you to music shops or bookstores with records of old bands.

The young man was delighted every time you played the instrument – just like years ago in your garage when you first played ‘Paranoid’ by Black Sabbath for him. He was smitten and would come over to your house to listen to your covers or help you make a video for your YouTube channel (you were pretty popular for tutorials, trivia, and drum videos).

“...Y/N, Y/N. Would you be able to play this song?”

That day, Josuke visited your house once again. Your mom made you two some snacks, and you grinned as you practiced another song for an upcoming concert at one of the smaller festivals this summer. Your boyfriend seemed to be excited like never before, so you asked what is the title of mentioned song. Hearing the familiar words, you just smiled, nodding your head in response.

Instantly, your both hands and right foot began to beat the drums, which making the dark-haired teenager’s face look very surprised.

“Y/N... You really know every song on this planet!”

— ROHAN (ft. rapping)

Karaoke, bowls full of ice cream and fruit, carbonated drinks, hot snacks and great company were what you’ve been missing for the last few weeks. Focused on studies and work, you didn’t have time to rest properly; but you finally met with your closest friends and you also took Rohan with you.

You had a great time gossip with besties who talked about changes in their lives and new achievements, for example, at work. You were telling about your experiences as well with a huge smile, while Rohan was sitting right next to you, talking to some people from time to time. He wasn’t interested in large gatherings, but he couldn’t say ‘No’ to you either because you were too sweet that evening.

Suddenly, one of Cardi B’s songs was played in the background and you almost squealed.

“Ooooh, I see that someone want to sing, huh?” The blonde haired girl asked, and you just laughed, thanking her for the black microphone.

Rohan almost spit at his new shirt as soon as you started rapping the verses without any problems, without even looking at the screen where the lyrics were displayed. You had a great time dancing a bit in the middle of the small room. You looked at your partner with a smirk, sometimes sending a kiss or wink in his direction. You were literally in your world; you showing your energy and love for music so perfectly.

Rohan was really surprised.

[grimmcheems]

Art dump 1 🚮🎀✨

I don’t have anything for Halloween so………art dump.

Was cleaning up and getting rid of some arts I didn't see myself continuing. Ik they don't look great but I like to share my ideas and how much potential they had before I abandoned them. A lot of these are like concept sketches and stuff I was fixated on at the moments I made them. Some of these are rly old, some of them younger like a yr old….a couple were initial sketches of ideas I have semi-related full arts of that I've actually posted in my acc later on.

Like the Ryouko yakuza one and Hinami on her chair. Those were the first sketches I made of those ideas (the yakuza Hinami AU I have) but I never got back to them and they were very old and I did not feel like trying to improve them, I chose to keep them as like archival sketches instead.

The Raditz one is related to an au I haven’t drawn yet but it’s basically an au where he lives and decides to change for goku (as he’s the only family he’s got left), in the meantime he enjoys the time he spends with his nephew but don’t let chichi find out he was left alone with him. She’s still mad about his kidnapping and takes a longer time accepting him.

Monster high bc I loved Toralei when I was younger and I know nothing about Clair but loved her design when I came across it. I drew them together after watching some clips of her and thought they’d get along if they ever met. I’ve been wanting to draw HooDude VooDoo because he’s adorable and deserves to be loved, but don’t hold me to it I’ll prolly never get to it.

Grell and Will bc 13yr old me could always sense their weird dynamic and I wanted to make something where Will reciprocates. I also had a huge crush on him but didn’t mind sharing him or was bothered at the thought of Grell with him😔🎀I was originally gonna draw Grell with her iconic short hair but when I made this it was rly hard and I got frustrated and gave up and gave her long hair instead. I also had the fattest crush on short hair Grell…..maybe it’s the glasses with the two💀😔🗿

Ballroom/cruel god/trolls are unrelated and sketches I made when I was bored and had rly good ideas but I didn’t end up going through with them in the end. I love Jeremy and Marjorie.😭💖

Lastly the Eren and Armin. Idk, I made this with the context of some fics I read at the time. A lot of them had to do with Armin’s struggle to understand Eren and Mikasa’s decision to keep him alive and he ends up hating Eren to some degree. It’s a bit hard to explain exactly what I was going for since the fics had context for it. I just wanted to interpret Armin’s resentment towards him and attempting to harm Eren in some way(but his younger version) in order to keep him from becoming his s4 version. Like time travel stuff but not rly, it’s all in his mind and the only way he can keep himself from having a violent outburst towards him.

Ik I’m a yapper and that no one is probably going to read all this but I always like to provide context for my drawings, even if they seem convoluted, I literally cannot bring myself to just post something without context. I need to yap about my fixations and what I based it off or I’ll go insane.

[gh0stedheartz]

Grell facts most ppl probably alr know :D

•Grell is confirmed trans!! Originally Yana made her just a man that dresses feminine because she wasn’t well educated on trans people, but she did more research and later on confirmed that Grell is trans! (Idk if this is true but I think I saw it somewhere online)

•she’s bisexual and fell in love with madam red because they both weren’t able to birth a child (madam red because they removed her uterus and her unborn child after an accident, and Grell since she was biologically male)

•Grell her personality in the anime adaption is way different then her actual personality (in anime she often expresses dislike for children, but in manga she actually likes children/adores them)

•Grell doesn’t actually love Sebastian. It’s more of an “celebrity crush” (meaning: if he actually liked her back she’d lose interest) but they changed that in the anime. Also ignoring Yana her wishes for her being a strong independent woman, instead changed her into an mindless fangirl.

•Grell is actually in love with William

•she stated in her confessional that she feels depressed whenever she doesn’t have makeup on, and tht as her time as “butler” she felt very depressed.

•she doesn’t like tea

•when she had short hair (when she just became a reaper in the OVA “the story of will the reaper” I think it was called?) she was very angry and very easily irritated. But when she had long hair she was more confident and happy!

Extra fact!!

•reapers are visually impaired, that’s why every reaper wears glasses. They can’t see without (very blurry vision)

[caramel-whiskeys-writing]

G.S. ~ Different Kisses

Black Butler Masterlist

I'm back??? Posting more Black Butler?!?! This must be a miracle.

Quick Kisses

Grell loves the idea of showing the world that not only you are taken but also herself. She'd have a lot of fun surprising her special someone with short, soft kisses on the cheek, when they least expect it. Especially if you're blushing. She's a woman who loves to see her lover's face in a deep crimson color.

Sleepy Kisses

Those are always the most interesting to Grell. Especially if they are in the morning, and she get to see your adorable bedhead. She'd be the type to leave a trail of kisses on your face and neck when you're trying to wake up. Grell would love to see your face when you try not to let a yawn or a moan out...

In The Rain/ Snow

She loves the sweet and gentle kind, where her partner puts their jacket over her to keep her dry, and they put their hand on her face. These are passionate and demanding kisses and can be fun. Pressing you against a wall and covering your neck in kisses and gentle lovebites, only to pull away to see the look on your face. Snow kisses are sweet and warm, to counter the coldness of the snow. Grell would love it if her special someone pulled her into their arms and twirled her around in the middle of a snowy forest.

Goodbye Kisses

Grell dislikes having to separate from you, but she love giving you long and lingering kisses at the very last second, just to make sure that you remember her while apart. Especially if she gets to hold you close and gently caress your face, while you hold onto her hips in an attempt to keep her from going, in the most loving, yet desperate embrace.

Before She Does Something Stupid

These are very long and passionate, to make sure that her lover knows how she feels about them, in case she don't make it back. she'd love to hold you close in an embrace, just to let herself calm down before she has to leave. She would be whispering how much she loves you a few times before finally needing to leave.

Passionate Kisses

These are Grell's favourite. She thinks these kisses should happen anytime, anywhere, from behind closed doors to in public, from a soft and gentle one, to a demanding one that leaves you completely out of breath. She'd love to make you bite my lip and make a mess of your hair when you're all flustered.

Any Requests? DM me :)

[ha1taniwh0re]

Could you do Grell x reader (platonic) where reader thinks Grell is gorgeous and constantly compliments her?

YESSS GRELL MY LOVE OMG I JUST LOVE THAT WOMAN

It's a little bit short but you have been waiting for a week so yeah..

Anything for my favourite Lady

Im maid in Phantomhive mansion. I think Im the only one who knows Sebastian's and Lord Ciel's secret. One day they even let me go with them on mission. We were walking down the hall when red hair women stopped our way.

"SEBASTIAN MY LOVEEE!!!" she said.

I could say that Sebastian and young Lord Ciel didn't like her. She was all over Sebastian when she noticed me.

"And who are youu?? What is your purpose here?" She asked.

"Wow... You look absolutely amazing my dear" I said with stars in my eyes.

She looked at me a little bit shocked. Well Ciel and Sebastian also looked at me with shocking eyes.

"What?" Grell asked.

"Your hair.... It's beautiful is it real?? And your eyes they are just beautiful. AND BABY YOU ARE WEARING A SUIT IN THIS TIME!!!" I said.

She looked at me still shocking but than she just hugged me.

"THANK YOU MY LOVE!!!!" She said while hugging me.

"I need you to dress me up some time. You have a style babe" I said

"Sebastian why didn't you tell me about this beautiful woman, ah I was jealous at first. I thought you and Sebastian are something" She confessed.

"WHAT NE AND SEBASTIAN?! EW NOOO! No offense Sebastian but Im not into devils" I said

He just smiled.

"Yeah let's get back to you... Im sorry what is your name again?" I aksed

"Grell" she said.

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"(name)-channn!!!!!" Red haired woman called me.

I turned around to saw her standing there gorgeous as always.

"Ah aren't you beautiful today??" I asked.

"Just todayy???" She said

"No you are always beautiful my favourite Lady"

She hugged me and we went inside of the mansion.

[enmuslullaby]

Could you please make where reader goes off on Sebastian for misgendering grell 🥺 maybe a little spice in it 😊😊

yay, my first request!! hope what I came up with lives up to your expectations! enjoy <3

TW: slight transphobia

“What in the devil are you wearing, Grell?”

It was late Sunday night, and you had decided to take Grell to a fancy French restaurant as a treat for working herself to the bone during the previous week. You had left your date at the dinner table briefly to use the bathroom, and when you returned, this is what met you.

Sebastian Michaelis, hunched over the table. You were pretty sure it was his voice that you heard just now addressing your reaper’s attire. Deciding to watch the interaction from afar, you stalled next to the large potted plant and peered at the two.

“What am I wearing? It’s quite obviously a dress, darling.” Grell beamed, her sharp teeth on full display. She seemed quite satisfied with her outfit of choice. And she should be: the woman looked stunning in that wine-red dress of hers.

Sebastian, however, did not seem as pleased. “Yes, I can see it’s a dress. Something a man such as yourself should not be wearing.”

That was when you chose to intervene. You absolutely hated it when anyone misgendered Grell, and would always defended her and corrected the person whenever it happened. This was one subject that you absolutely refused to back down on. And at this point, you were absolutely sick of seeing this happen to your girlfriend over and over again.

Needless to say, Sebastian was rather surprised when you walked up to the table and exclaimed, “She’s a girl!” Sebastian opened his mouth to respond but you cut him off. “Look, does she not seem feminine to you? She’s very clearly a lovely young lady!” You gesture to Grell’s long silken hair and the short ruffles of her dress. “Please refer to her as a girl from now on.” With that, you paid the bill for the meal and took Grell’s hand to exit the restaurant, leaving Sebastian to stand there awkwardly.

You walked hand-in-hand with Grell down the uneven London sidewalks, silent for a few minutes. A gentle breeze tickled your cheek as you walked.

Then, Grell spoke. “Darling… you didn’t have to yell at Sebastian for calling me a man back there.” she said in a soft voice.

“But I wanted to. I’m sick of people calling you a boy, because you’re not.” you replied, stopping to cup Grell’s cheek in your palm. “You’re my gorgeous queen, you know?”

Grell couldn’t help but smile at these words. “I know. Thank you, my love.”

She slowly leant into your touch until your forehead was touching hers, still smiling gently.

Then she pressed her soft lips against yours. At the taste of Grell’s favorite cherry-flavoured lipstick, you felt yourself melt into her touch. You wrapped your arms around her and pulled her closer, eliciting a gasp of surprise from your red reaper. Grell’s lips parted just enough to let your tongue slip past and run itself over her sharp teeth. A sigh of satisfaction escaped Grell’s throat as you continued to kiss her.

After a while, you pulled back, breathless, to stare at her crystal-like chartreuse eyes. Her cheeks were flushed a sweet shade of pink and her lips moist and ready for another smooch.

But you held back. You took her hand again and pulled her along the sidewalk. “Come on, my queen, we’d better not be late for that show!”

“Ooh, yes, I wouldn’t want to miss it for the world! What was it about again?”

“High school girls having drama with a little bit of murder on the side.” You replied, grinning at Grell.

The red reaper smiled back. “Sounds like exactly my cup of tea.”

You let out a laugh. “That’s exactly why I chose this musical. Now come on!” Picking up your speed, you sprinted down the sidewalk giggling, hand in hand with Grell, ready for your next adventure.

[eijisnotebook]

Cafe Meeting, featuring... Grelle! ❤️✨

I might have a Grelle problem

Contains: I dunno just Grelle, you meet her for the first time at a café, modern AU, I she's awesome, I might make a part two

Enjoy

The bell above the café door chimed softly as you stepped inside, shaking off the chill of the foggy London streets. You weren’t sure what had drawn you to this cozy corner shop, but it was cute, and you were lonely, and you had time on your hands.

There, in a splash of vivid red among the muted browns and greys of the room, sat Grelle. Her scarlet hair cascaded over her shoulders, glinting in the light, and her trademark glasses caught the glow of the setting sun streaming through the window. She was breathtaking.

You swallowed hard, clutching your bag. Grelle’s laughter rang out like wind chimes as she spoke to the barista, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. You didn’t mean to stare, but something about her was magnetic. Maybe it was the way she stood out in the room, or the unapologetic flair in her every movement.

She caught your eye as you stood frozen in the doorway. A mischievous grin spread across her face. Before you could look away, Grelle stood and strode over to you, her heels clicking against the polished wood floor.

“Well, well, what have we here?” she purred, stopping just inches away. “You look positively lost, darling. Allow me to rescue you.”

You blinked, caught off guard by her directness. “I—uh, I was just…” You trailed off, heat rushing to your cheeks as she tilted her head, studying you like a work of art.

“You were just mesmerized by me, weren’t you?” she teased, flipping her hair dramatically. “Don’t worry, love, it happens all the time. Come, sit with me. I simply must know more about you.”

Before you could protest, Grelle hooked her arm through yours and guided you to her table. The barista brought over a steaming cup of tea for Grelle, and she ordered a drink for you as well.

“You’re quite the charmer,” you managed, still flustered but unable to stop smiling.

“Oh, I don’t believe in subtlety,” she replied, leaning forward with a wicked glint in her eye. “Life’s too short for half-measures. You either live boldly or not at all.”

The time flew by as you talked, her charisma drawing you in like a moth to a flame. Grelle had stories for days, and she listened intently as you shared your own. When the shop finally began to close for the night, you felt an inexplicable pang of dread, knowing you two would have to part soon.

As you stood to leave, Grelle reached out, moving a lock of hair from your face. “You know,” she said softly, her usual bravado melting into something gentler, “I think we make quite the pair. Don’t be a stranger, darling.”

She handed you a card with her number scrawled in elegant handwriting.

Your heart fluttered as you walked into the cool night air, her laughter still ringing in your ears. You decided that fate was a funny thing.

[benedicite-stellas]

can we see effie with short hair like a bob (her braid got caught it was an accident >_<)

her braids got cut off by grell’s chainsaw >_< !!!

[iamzer0]

More black butler headcanons semi modern ٩( ᐛ )و

Ciel: hates when people chew with their mouth open, he once went on a 3min rant complaining about it. Even though he often catches himself chewing with his mouth open.

The undertaker: he would def have a weird playlist full of different styles of music, it ranges from living dead girl by rob zombie to rock lobster by B-52 (he would def listen to rock lobster trust)

Grell: she loves to try different ways to style her hair like braiding, curling, pigtails, etc. she loves playing with her hair so much so that William made a rule that she couldn’t play with it during work hours.

Alois: he has a mini hoarding problem, he has a bad problem of not knowing when to get rid of things. It could be something that is broken in half and he would keep it, saying it might be important later.

The triplets: they see Hannah as a sort of mother figure (them being pervs towards Hannah in the show is something I don’t like at all so let’s pretend they aren’t pervy towards her)

Sorry this one is so short, also I’m open to requests for headcanons and maybe even fics!٩( ᐛ )و Im into various different fandoms including jjk, black butler, sally face, marvel, dc, etc. I’ll add more to the list as time goes on. Also if you do request pls don’t request and weird stuff like fetishes, nsfw with minors, etc. thanks for reading(*^▽^*)bye bye!

[sebastianmichaelisslander]

Re: my Kuroshitsuji OCs

I'm still working on them, but here's what I have so far.

Meike Wallbrück

A Reaper. German, but is stationed in England as of now and works alongside her friend Amina.

(I feel that non-Germanophones sometimes end up thinking her name belongs to a man (it's pronounced "Mai-Kuh", can sound like "Mike") - only to see this cishet woman instead lol.)

A fashion icon with incredible eyebrows. Loves doing her nails - pity she's got to keep them short. She'd definitely have an appreciation for Grelle's sense of style.

Doesn't talk very much, but when she does, her observations are honest, scathing, and bound to elicit a chuckle.

Is amiable enough, but doesn't open up to people easily and has trouble forming close friendships. As for romantic relationships, she inwardly craves that sort of intimacy but doesn't feel emotionally ready. Feels that if she doesn't expect anything from anyone, she won't be disappointed.

Has a sisterly side once one gets to know her better - and an incredible friend once they've earned her trust. Good luck getting to that point, though.

Is hooking up with Ludger. He's bound to want to make it official since I see him as that sort of man, and so does she. But she's scared of how she'll fare.

Amina Raina

Another Reaper - an Indian one this time. (As an Indian myself, I had so much fun making her lol.)

She's from what would be the princely state of Jammu and Kashmir (is a Kashmiri Pandit/Hindu) and is partly of Punjabi descent. But she's spent a considerable amount of her life - and afterlife - in England, where she helps manage a branch of the Dispatch in Ipswich.

Very cosmopolitan indeed. Speaks several languages - Hindi, Urdu, English, Punjabi, French, Koshur, and some German.

A lovely, lovely woman who keeps everyone sane and is the mum friend. But she's got quite a few eccentricities of her own. Especially as she's forgotten what it was like to live as a woman in the human realm, and it shows when she's on the job. (Those who know her have plenty of stories.)

Suffers no fools - after all, she grew up wrangling six younger brothers. She's much, much stronger than she looks and is deadly with her scythe. Practically made for combat.

Has incredible hair - big, wavy, and very '80s.

Meike's unpaid therapist /j

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My love Grell with short hair <3

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Nothing to see here, just a picture of grell with short hair. don't look at the tags either