#this is largely in reference to grell sutcliff

[sleepingdeath-light]

finding out her husband is pregnant hcs ; grelle

requested by ; anonymous (26/05/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; grelle sutcliffe

outline ; “Can I have Grell finding out that their afab Tans masc husband is pregnant? And how they find ways to make the pregnancy less dysphoric ?”

warning(s) ; references to dysphoria, brief references to transphobia, descriptions of pregnancy and pregnancy related stuff

note ; this takes place in a modern au with a human!grelle as i’m not sure if shinigami can canonically even reproduce — also this takes place in the uk (obviously) so they don’t need to worry about medical costs (nhs — woop woop)

you’d been feeling extremely unwell for days and grelle had to pretty much force you to go to the hospital after the millionth ‘it’s probably just something that i ate’

and after a few dozen tests the staff were pretty damn certain about the result and the both of you just about fainted

you weren’t trying for a kid, you were both using birth control, and you were in no way prepared to deal with the trauma of being reminded of your anatomy for nine months straight

so you went home and you sat down together and talked

it was a long discussion where you spoke about all of the options you had at your disposal, what you wanted to do and how she could help you with what you wanted

she was absolute insistent that it was your decision to make and that the discussion was only happening so that she could create a game plan to help you with whatever you chose

you had several of those long discussions, actually, over the course of a work week as you thoroughly weighed out your options and consulted your gp and spoke to a therapist you’d been putting off going to

and in the end you made the decision that you wanted to keep the pregnancy, telling grelle that same day and the two of you started to work on a plan to help you deal with what was going to happen

grelle, of course, was spearheading the operation and fighting anyone who tried to stall her in getting whatever you needed or wanted

she insisted that it was her duty as a wife to take care of her husband, and she was doing a damn good job of it

she got you a prescription for some medication to help with morning sickness and made sure to keep a good stock of pain medication in case you started to swell or feel achy as the pregnancy progressed

she makes sure that the fridge is stocked with your favourite foods or current cravings and will immediately get rid of anything that smells too strong and makes you feel ill

buys you lots of baggy clothing early on — large men’s jumpers and shirts and jackets that hide your bump and don’t have the same feminine energy that typical maternity clothing tends to have

she comforts you when you realise that you can no longer keep up with your hrt due to the pregnancy, always there with a warm hug and comforting words and genuine advice to help you from back before she was able to start her hrt

fetches you anything you need — whether that’s food, drink, a hot water bottle, an ice pack, your phone, just anything you want

when your bump gets too heavy she’ll hold it up from behind, letting you lean back against her as she takes on the weight for a short while

she has gotten into several physical alterations with people who refer to you with feminine terminology and isn’t shy about berating people who misgender her ‘darling husband’

she makes sure that you never miss a checkup and if you’re too dysphoric to look at anything but the screen, then she’ll help cover it from your view during the ultrasounds

decorating the nursery was a two person job but it was great fun — and you thankfully managed to complete it early enough in your pregnancy that you weren’t showing yet, meaning you were able to play a much more active part in the process

she changed your contact name in her phone to ‘seahorse hubby’ as a joke in the first trimester and you both found it way funnier than it was so it stuck

she’s not shy about complimenting you and always tells you how handsome you look and how amazing and selfless you are for creating a whole life — for expanding your family

if your ankles start swelling or you end up with muscle pain, then grelle will happily offer to massage you to ease your aches and pain

runs you warm bubble baths every night to help ease the weight of the pregnancy for you

forever googling your symptoms and trying to find more stylish masculine maternity wear — and losing her mind when she realises that nobody seems to be selling it

(says it could be a good business idea and goes to write it down before continuing with her rant against the clothing industry)

makes sure that you have constant access to mental health services and midwives and doulas to make sure that your mental and physical well-being are the best they can be throughout pregnancy and even post partum

she buys this little spinner thing so that you can let her know how bad your dysphoria is that day and she can react accordingly (green = minimal, orange = present, red = really bad)

always at your beck and call and will answer every text or phone call from you — no matter how much it irritates william or her other colleagues

but they let her off because they’ve met you before and know that pregnancy probably isn’t fun for you — even if your wife won’t stop talking about how ‘awesome’ you are and how you’re going to be ‘the best dad ever’

grelle is with you every step of the way and she tries to be with you physically as much as her work allows — being the most supportive wife she can be and, eventually, becoming the most loving mother you could ever want your child to have

she loves you deeply and appreciates the difficulty of what you’re going through by choosing to carry this pregnancy to term, so she becomes your biggest cheerleader and most passionate advocate

someone who’d give you the moon if you asked and who’d fight everyone who got in her way

and that’s why you love her as much as you do

[cringy-fandom-central]

Trying to get out of the comphet haze and identify fictional girls and non-binary ppl in media I find attractive and then it’s just. oh it’s just all bitches who are absolutely off the goddamn rails.

[grelleswife]

I love your sebagrelle stuff, don't get me wrong, but isn't Sebastian canonically a mangreller?

Hi, anon! The short answer is that it depends on whether we’re talking about the English translation or the original. As chibimyumi explains in this post on other character’s use of gendered language when referring to Grelle, Sebastian calls her “Grelle-san” while she’s disguised as Madame Red’s butler.

However, in his interactions with Grelle where she’s presenting as her true self, Sebastian doesn’t use masculine speech when addressing or talking about her—in fact, because Japanese is a null-subject language, he neglects to even include her as a subject in the sentence! See below for a couple of screenshots from chibi’s post with specific examples.

Of course, Sebas is still incredibly rude and disrespectful towards Grelle, but trash demon isn’t as blatantly transphobic in Japanese—that’s a lovely addition brought to the English translation of the manga, as well as the English dub of the anime. I don’t want to paint canon!Sebastian as a pillar of progressive thinking, but I suspect his mangreller tendencies in the English version largely stem from transmisogyny among the translation team. 😬

And if non-English speakers would like to share how Sebastian’s speech directed at and about Miss Sutcliff was translated from Japanese, please feel free to reblog!

[theghost-system]

Alter Introductions

(Note: We own none of the attached images and all credit goes to the owners/artists)

Grell Sutcliff

Signs off with ❣

She/they (preferably she) (trans mtf)

Bisexual (preference for men)

31 years old

Black Butler fictive

Caretaker/protector

Likes: Men♡♡♡, roses, romance and affection, strawberries, sweets

Dislikes: Being misgendered, Being dirty, cold weather

Sebastian Michaelis

Signs off with ♟

He/him (cis man)

Pansexual, but on the aroace spectrum

31 years old

Black Butler fictive

Protector/caretaker

Likes: Salty foods, looking nice, cats

Dislikes: Dogs, small children

Agni

Signs off with 🧵

He/him (cis man)

Gay (mlm/nblm)

32 years old

Black Butler fictive

Protector/caretaker

Likes: cooking, jewelry, playing with/taking care of kids

Dislikes: eating/cooking meat, cowboy hats

Undertaker (Adrien Crevan)

Signs off with ⚰

He/him, they/them, it/its, neopronouns (cis man)

Pansexual and polyamorous

Ageless, but looks around mid to late 30s

Black Butler fictive

Likes: mortuary science, dark humor, cookies, scaring people

Dislikes: Large social gatherings, cleaning

Alois Trancy

Signs off with 👑

He/him, they/them (demiboy, born male)

Gay (mlm/nblm)

14 years old

Black Butler fictive

Likes: Flowers, spiders, Claude

Dislikes: Ciel, Sebastian, having to do literally anything on his own

L Lawliet

Signs off with 🍰

He/him (cis man)

Bisexual (preference for men)

23 years old

Death Note fictive

Likes: sweets and candy, true crime, mystery novels, Light Yagami

Dislikes: Boats and swimming, most social events

Virgil

Signs off with 🌌

He/they (trans ftm)

Straight

17 years old

Likes: Minecraft, classic rock, purple

Dislikes: Being compared to Virgil Sanders, birds

Void

Signs off with 🔮

They/them, he/him, it/its, neopronouns

Bisexual (no preference)

Ageless, but acts around 16 or 17

Likes: Minecraft, Mario Cart, listening to music, dark humor

Dislikes: Social events, being referred to as feminine in any way

Alex

Signs off with 👓

He/him

Unlabeled

No age currently known

Caretaker

Currently dormant

[chibimyumi]

Yana and Grelle - Owning Up to Mistakes

Dear everyone,

I have made quite a number of posts on the topic of Grelle’s gender identity so far, but only now did I realise I never addressed a very noteworthy and rare thing.

Fame tends to get to people’s heads, and admitting mistakes becomes seemingly more difficult the greater one’s fame is. We could all agree that Yana achieved considerable fame herself, but something I find admirable about her is that she has always remained very humble and honest. This is a trait that not many famous people are known for. Ughum, *points at a certain author with the initials J.K.R.

When Yana realised that she had fallen into the trap of writing a trope character based on a very harmful stereotype of queer people being uncontrolled psychopaths, she never once attempted to back-peddle, ret-con, or excuse her past decisions. Instead, Yana owned up to her mistakes, and took the time to redo Grelle whatever justice she could within the terrible limitations she had trapped herself in.

Is Grelle a character now entirely free of harmful stereotypes and messages? No, she is not. But has she become a character that is a person, rather than just the embodiment of a list of stereotypes? Yes. Grelle has undergone incredible character growth, and this growth was possible because Yana used a very clever storytelling method. Intermission.

Intermission

Grelle was introduced in the Jack the Ripper Arc, and left the storyline in chapter 12. It was not until chapter 55 again in the Campania Arc that she returned to us. Grelle’s absence was in-story justified as she was still in disciplinary confinement. After her return, she was a different person. Grelle was still very sexually provoking and all-over-the-place, but there was no doubt that she had become way more professional. Regardless of how much she wanted to appeal to Sebastian for example, she still prioritised her job as a reaper over winning Sebas’ favours.

This is in stark contrast with her previous behaviour in the Jack the Ripper Arc. She had the upper hand during the fight with Sebastian, but because of her vanity and preoccupation with Sebas’ charms, Sebastian found a window of time to defeat her. Grelle’s response to Sebastian being an obstacle in the Campania Arc is unthinkable for her had it been 48 chapters earlier. Through this contrast, we see that Grelle was capable of self-reflection and demonstrated greater level of self-control. As a cherry on top was the introduction of Ronald, a junior reaper who looks up to his senior. Ronald is not shy to compliment Grelle’s talents during their brawl against the Undertaker, and he shows us that Grelle is in fact a respected individual who has a friend.

After the Campania Arc, Grelle remains entirely absent until chapter 102, and does not have anything to do until chapter 125. In chapter 125, Grell is reintroduced again as an even more skillful reaper. Here, we get an even better glimpse on Grelle’s social status through Othello, who is friendly, positive and respectful towards her. Among the reapers who are more familiar with Grelle, we now see that only William is disrespectful towards her. Herewith, we can conclude that the disrespect from this one reaper is more of a personal antagonism, and that overall, Grelle must be decent enough (in the workplace at least) to have earned the respect from at least one junior (Ronald) and one senior (Othello).

Because of the great time intervals between Grelle’s appearances in the manga, we - the audience - can see the enormous growth in Grelle’s character in but a few panels, without it feeling like a sudden character-180 that was shoe-horned in by the author in an attempt to ret-con Grelle’s past problematic behaviour.

Origins of Grelle

In this interview with Editor K in light of the Lycoris that Blazes the Earth 2015 musical, Editor K reveals that Yana originally intended to write Jack the Ripper as a woman in order to challenge the long-standing image of Jack being a man. G Fantasy however, urged Yana to design a male character instead, as it would make the manga more palatable considering the demographics of the magazine’s readers. They insisted on Yana designing a foil to the titular black butler, and specifically “a silver-haired beautiful man with the voice actor Sakurai Takahiro in mind, as such a character would be more popular (laughs)”. (Yes, this is the design origin of the Undertaker.)

Yana however, insisted on keeping the female Jack the Ripper, but also gave G Fantasy (what Yana thought to be at the time) a middle ground. An okama, to be paired up with the female Jack the Ripper.

Spiraling Out of Control

As I said previously, except for the one time that Yana described Grelle as ‘a man with a maiden’s heart’, she never once referred to her as a male character. The misconception of Grelle being male is purely and solely the result of mistranslation, which was then reinforced ten-fold by the anime by casting Fukuyama Jun as Grelle, with the instructions to play up ‘the flamboyant gay stereotype’. When the anime was produced however, Yana hardly had any say in the matter. We all know how much the anime differs from the original manga. And along with the greater popularity of the anime, Yana’s say over Grelle spiraled out of control. As diplomatic as Yana is however, she of course never conveyed any explicit dismay. But as this post shows, her silence does not equate to her approval.

Yana Admitting Her Limits

Though Yana tried her best to redo Grelle some justice and undo some insult towards any identities represented by Grelle’s character, the harm of writing a queer character as a psychopathic molester and serial killer had already been done. Yana realised that there was nothing she could do within her own power to undo this harm despite being the goddess of her manga universe.

When the musical ‘Tango on the Campania’ was planned, Yana saw a chance to get a few mistakes rectified.

“Ah, but this time after the completion of the script, I had a request to Grell’s actor Mr. Uehara. “Could you please [play her] as a strong woman”, I said (laughs) In the original comics, Grell does not make an appearance between the Red Butler Arc and the Luxury Liner Arc, and therefore people often think she is useless at her job. So I asked [Mr. Uehara] to please portray her as a career woman in front of her kouhai (younger colleague, aka Ronald)” 【Toboso】

This is but a simple tweet, but it tells us that Yana is aware:

of what people think of Grelle - an incompetent reaper,

that her manga did not manage to adequately portray Grelle as a strong woman,

and that redoing Grelle full justice is beyond her own power.

I personally think it is very admirable how Yana publicly admitted that she made a mistake, and needed a new chance and a new actor to help her in this. And the result is spectacular.

Just by comparing the 2014 and the 2015, 2018 runs of the musical, we can clearly see the difference in Uehara’s portrayal of Grelle. While Uehara portrayed Grelle as the psychopathic gay man and the butt of the joke in 2014, in 2015 and 2018, Uehara!Grelle was largely revamped, and became a troubled woman who went through a lot of psychological pain.

In Conclusion

One does not need to like Grelle as either character or person. One does not need to agree with her as representation, let alone feel comfortable being represented by her. But I think it is important to acknowledge that Grelle’s character reflects Yana’s humble attitude and honesty, as well as her personal growth as a person. Grelle‘s journey mirrors Yana’s journey as a mangaka, after all.

For more on Grelle and the misconception that surrounds her, please click 1.here, 2.here, 3.here, 4.here, 5.here and 6.here. I am pretty sure I missed some posts, but if you are interested in more, please use the ‘#Grelle Sutcliffe’ tag on my blog.

[okarawrites]

May I request Grell Sutcliff headcanon, with 18 and a cis make partner who loves to make her blush?

Of course, always love making content about that absolute queen!

Prompt 18: Embarrassed.

When you first met Grell, she didn’t exactly hide her attraction to you.

She would shower you in compliments about how strong and manly you are.

She would also make teasing comments about kissing you ‘with tongues’

You had heard her speak like this to other men, so didn’t dare to assume you were special to her.

You had started developing feelings for her before long. Looking forward to the times you would bump into her and relishing in her flirting. 

Then came the chance for you two to be alone. Even though she had said multiple times how much she dreamt to get you alone, she suddenly clammed up. 

It was your turn to get her to blush.

She busied her hands in an attempt to distract herself. You decided to be bold and stood in front of her. Your face so close to hers.

“Did you forget all the promises you made to me?” You whisper, gently tucking a strand of red behind her ear. 

She is locked in place, “I don’t quite know what you are referring to my darling” she says, trying to regain control but you can pretty much hear her heart thumping in her chest. 

“If I am recalling correctly” you started, running your thumb over her plump bottom lip “you mentioned something about kissing...with tongue”

Grell could only let out a small gasp as a bright blush covered her cheeks. You decided to take it one step further. You lean into her more. Your lips ghosting over hers “I hope you weren’t planning on restricting those kisses to the lips”

With that, her face burned bright until a large rush of blood came shooting from her nose.

[ships-for-you]

For @incognitotheangel

I’m apologize for being idle for quite a while and this request might as well have been in my inbox for a year. Anyway without further interruptions, let’s get on with it!

For Black Butler, I ship you with Grell Sutcliffe!

The both you would have met under normal circumstances, or at least what was presumed to be normal.

You would have been a scholar from the western end coming from boarding school and was sent to stay with your distant relatives for a while. You’ve never heard of the Phantomhive’s having any sort of tie with yours and you remained skeptical, however, decided upon following your guardian’s wishes and got into a carriage with the coachman who was informed of your destination beforehand. Being from a family that was as well-off as your own, money has never hindered your family from achieving what they desired nor were you denied access of necessities. This had become blatant to mostly everyone from your section, especially on your account of dyeing your hair a color that was, and is, considered the most expensive and royal color. A rich purple hue that would have been sourced from a rare species of snail however you had discovered an alternative by utilizing the essence of a plant that gave a similar shade and vibrancy as you would from that specimen.

Once you arrived, nervous as nervous can be, you were greeted by a face mirroring your own anxious exterior, you immediately processed the supposed best approach to explain your presence at the front of the manor’s large doors as he did not seem aware of your arrival.

”Excuse me, however, I have bee—” ”I-I’m afraid we w-won't be entertaining any visitors.” he said quickly as the seemingly heavy doors slammed shut before you could utter any words of opposition followed by an unidentifiable scream of, what seemed to be, surprise and other odd sounds.

You were about to step off of the elevated platform when you turned around and saw a tall man with a mysterious aura, along with a child with an eye-patch across his face by his side, approaching you. ”Ah, Lady (L/n), you arrived earlier than expected.” the little boy had said as he moved forward to the door, which was initially open just a few moments ago. ”We have been expecting your arrival.” was all the boy had said as he merely motioned for you to follow him along with the tall man, whom you discovered was his servant, tended to your luggage and presumably brought it to your own private quarters.

”Perhaps we can settle this confusion over some tea?” he started and proceeded to open a door only to be greeted by a mystery red-haired woman, a Chinese man, and the butter you had seen prior. The boy’s face seemed to have shifted from confusion to distaste, to irritation upon seeing unwanted company ransacking one if his rooms.

You came to know that the unknown woman was his aunt, one was a Chinese trader, and the other was his aunt’s butler...with an extreme inferiority complex...

You soon found out that the ”unwanted company” consisted of his aunt, a Chinese trader, and his aunt’s butler. As soon as he made eye contact, his eyes widened and his pupils contract as small as they could and he immediately got in his knees, bowed, and apologized profusely once he found out you were a distant relative of the young boy and his own mistress as he made an attempt to jump off the nearest window.

Overwhelmed by being faced with a situation you had never imagined to occur, you immediately moved and hugged him from behind to hinder him from falling. He slowly turned his head to look at you while the others were either baffled or merely squealed in delight. You came to and removed your body from his with a light dusting of cerise upon your cheeks. He looked away and coughed awkwardly however apologized once more before taking his place by his mistress’ side, alternating between looking towards your direction and keeping his head down.

Needless to say, further interactions later had not been awkward although not necessarily the most pleasant situation to be in either. That first impression, your impulsive fashion of dealing with the initial situation, combined with your inability to prolong a meaningful conversation without overthinking, most interactions with him alone are kept to a bare minimum. He does find your intelligence quite fascinating and aside from the impulsive action you had executed on the day you first met, you have a very logical approach to problems and keep calm, you constantly ensured a well thought out plan and approach to any situation.

Because of your intellect and your fairly logical decision-making, Ciel had asked for your assistance to aid him with the investigation of the leather apron case or, as the killer refers to himself, the Jack the Ripper case. Even with your aid, it has proven your collective efforts were futile as all of you have received news of the infamous killer striking once more despite already having the primary suspect under close watch. You raked your brain, trying to find the flaws in yours and Sebastian’s deduction and found nearly no window for doubt. You were no fool, however you might be susceptible to letting your emotions occasionally drive your logic. It can't be, can it?

You went out into the garden to clear your mind, the cold wind nipping at your skin as you were only in your sleepwear. You stared at the roses then shifted your gaze to the bright moon. You closed your eyes, inhaled then exhaled deeply, composing your thoughts. It all seemed to be coming together...until you heard a twig snapping and a few leaves crunch perhaps as an accident. ”Hello darling!” A head popped out of one of the rose bushes, their hair nearly a direct contrast from the white roses me was surrounded by.

He removed himself from the bushes and neared his face to yours, all the while grinning ear to ear as he scrutinized your stunning face. ”Ah, I've waited sooooo long to reveal my true form to you!~” he said as pulled you to him and pressed your body to his as close as humanly possible to the point that you felt as if you would lose consciousness. He let you go soon enough and tilted his head to the side a bit. Only then do you notice diminutive scratches scattered upon the man’s face and a bit of blood staining his collar.

”A-And who might you be ?” you questioned and attempted to create distance between your bodies however failed as he did not intend to loosen his hold on you. He made a whining noise and pouted dramatically as he answered, ”I must say, you wound me though I do understand, I wasn't as vibrant I would have wanted. My, what a dull disguise that was.” he whined and mindlessly examined his blood red nails. You racked your brain in the attempts to identify the identity of the red-haired male that stood before you and came to only one conclusion. ”Grell?!”

You couldn't believe this...transformation. ”Oh, so you do remember!” he made a move to near his face more and more to your own as you struggled against his grip, all the while squealing ever so slightly. ”What happened to your face?” You examined. ”Just a little lovers’ quarrel between me and bassy.~” He lowered his head and grinned once more before inching his face near yours. Being inexperienced with intimate contact with other individuals and contact in general, you shut your eyes tight and stay as still as possible as you await whatever were to happen. You hear Grell laugh softly yet a mischievous undertone shone through. ”You really are a cutie.” he whispered into your ear and distanced himself. You opened your eyes hesitantly only to still be greeted by that cheshire grin that he seems to enjoy making.

”You definitely are an interesting one! Red will always be my favorite although I must say that purple suits you more than red ever could.”

For Diabolik Lovers, I ship you with Ayato Sakamaki!

I'd like to think that you and him, along with the rest of his brothers, would have met as minors. I'd also like to think that you would be one of the only unchanging variables in their lives and gave them a taste of humanity.

As cliche as it may seem, a person of your nature truly is attractive in nearly every aspect. Whether it be your naturally placid personality, your stunning brown hair, or your thirst for knowledge, you naturally seem to draw them in, much to their displeasure. This family is not known for holding ”affections” towards any individual and it became increasingly difficult for them to focus on their own distinct priority as you seemed to plague their thoughts, as if forcing your way into their care. Naturally, this had resulted in them denying you of their attention therefore, you distanced yourself from them as you perceived yourself as a burden.

You were very much aware of the situation they were in and their relationships with their mother and father or, occasionally, lack thereof. You were a naturally calculating yet feeling person and thus swore to yourself to protect them from further damage to their comprehension of ”human” emotions. The only hindrance? They grew up, and so did you.

Children cannot remain children for eternity, they will grow, become stronger, smarter, and more powerful than their opposers. Their relationships as brothers will begin to deteriorate and become independent of them. Their hatred towards their parents, guardians, each other, and themselves is inevitable and they will become emotionally distant. You had made efforts in the attempt to redeem your connection with them only to be welcomed half-heartedly. Allowing you access to observe their lifestyle however stopping half-way as they did not seem to trust you enough to address and entertain your questions. Of course, wanting to know more yet not wanting to stalk them, you insisted upon lodging at their own manor.

A few years have passed and coincidentally you would be attending the same academy as they did and you made it your small mission to merely be there and support them should they need help in any and every sense of the word. You handling given up on your intention to pry into their painful experiences and concluded to be there for them in the present despite being unable to do so in the past. You shared the majority of your classes with the two eldest brothers although you preferred the company of the second son as he would aid you with your studies and also seemed to enjoy your much-loved genre of horror and macabre literature.

Once you had come over to their humble abode, you were quick to approach your own quarters to organize your school works with the intention of finishing your load in order to create free time for you the following day. As much as you wouldn't like to admit you were distracted, you couldn't help but let your thoughts wander places and ideas that you know you wouldn't end up executing.

Once you had finished, it was still considerably dark however you needed to sleep (night school, remember). You quickly fixed your stuff and lied down on your bed but not before changing into what you deemed comfortable sleepwear. As you were about to doze off, you felt a side of the bed sinking a considerable amount indicating a presence behind you. The unknown company you had beside you slung their arm across your waist and buried their head into your neck as you heard a sharp but quiet intake of breath. You turned your body to face the perpetrator and were greeted with their bright green eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dark. The slightly frazzled look his face displayed invoked a sense of melancholy from within yourself as your hand unconsciously travelled from your side to his face in a gentle caress.

”Stop that, ore-sama demands it.” he took your hand in his and moved it off if his face however made no move to remove his hand from yours. You smiled softly and intertwined your fingers together, it was in moments like these where the vampire’s haughty exterior would crumble and render him almost defenseless and you could only admire his courage. A part of the reason as to why you gave up on interrogating them was the fact that they confided in you enough to allow you to see them in their most vulnerable state. You came to the conclusion that they will never truly be able to trust you wholly although you found that more than enough as, it may seem small from your perspective, it must have taken quite the risk to entrust you with their own little secret.

You snapped out of your small monologue as you felt his fingers slip through yours and felt his weight shift from beside you to above you. He hovered for a while before he muttered something incomprehensible to you as he lowered his head to your neck, to which you only turned your head to gave him full access to. You've had the rest of them drink from you before and this would be no different. You felt his breath fan across your skin only to feel faint but prolonged contact. His lips left your neck as he returned to his place on your side and pulled you to him. You felt warm blood creep unto your cheeks and calm your pounding heart. He hugged you tighter and nuzzled his head further into your neck. You, with your calmed and content heart, soon enough fell asleep, missing the words Ayato muttered under his breath.

”You belong to me and no one else.”

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I apologize if they are extremely out of character however, I do hope you enjoyed regardless.

[maxleeglasgow]

I had someone ask me what it’s like to have adhd. This is what I showed them

Basic information

Mason Lee Michaelis

Gender- Male

Height- 5’6

Sexuality- Gay

Age- unknown appears to be in 20s

Date of birth -October 7

Hair color - Black and grey

Eye color - dark red and blue

Parents- Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian Michaelis

Other basic information - Oldest child of his parents.

Allergies- Cats

Phobias- Athazagoraphobia (the fear of being left behind or forgotten.

General Appearance

Clothes - formal wear(a tail coat and tie mating the color of his earl.) normal wear ( a long black coat , dark jeans , and a dark colored shirt.) other items (he will also wear gloves to cover up his crest.)

Extra - his has a large burn scar going down his shoulders neck and chest from boiling water. He has 6 dots under his red eye. His father’s crest is on his left hand.

More markings- Mason as a vine like marking going up his right arm and covering most of his back. He also has a ; on his ankle.

Jewelry- dog tags that are his and Johns.

Background information

Past relationships-John Baker (1912-1917)

Samuel Williams (1953-1961) Ryan Johnson (1982-1995)

John Baker- they met in a pub in Florida. They hit it off and soon started dating. They were sent to war together. But John died in 1917 due to a bullet wound.

Samuel Williams- they met at the art institute. Mason was the hippie child artist. They stayed together for 8 years but Samuel had to leave mason due to family problems.

Ryan Johnson- they ran into each other at a party. Ryan was the nerd in the corner of the room and mason being the fun loving rebel. They flirted all night Mason soon falling for the nerd. Ryan passed away due to lung cancer.

Relationships with family- mother(Ciel Phantomhive)

Mason gets along with his mother quite well.

Father(Sebastian Michaelis) Mason and his father have always butted heads. Due to the fact mason does not follow in his footsteps.

Undertaker- him and mason get along great due to their love of death and dark sense of humors. Mason often Refers to the undertaker as uncle.

Grell Sutcliff - Mason gets along with grell because he thinks Grell is a beautiful and kind woman. Mason refers to grell as auntie.

William T Spears- William tolerates mason. Mason refers to William as uncle or boss.

Mey-rin - She thinks mason is a spitting image of his father. Mason refers to her as auntie or miss.

Tanaka- Mason looks up to him. Referring to him as grandpa.

Baldroy - Him and Mason but heads but act like good friends.

Finnian- Him and mason act like best friends .

Education

Finished degrees- law , surgical, 3 art degrees, and a degree in physics.

Unfinished- nursing, sculpturing , and agriculture.

Previous Masters

Luka Smith- (2016-2019) Luka made a deal with mason. Telling mason this family had died. His family was still alive and well. Them actually being full blow Christians. Them pulling boiling water on Mason’s chest while he was showering. Mason got Luka to break the contract.

Occupation

Military- he spent 4 years in world war 1

Shinigami-He mostly works as a shinigami. Under William. His death scythe being very traditional.

Bookshop owner- mason also

runs a bookshop in his free time.

Extra Information

Bad habits- he tends to not eat for days on end. He also likes to chew on anything he can get his hands on even if it is his hand.

Style of Speech- formal

Motivations- to finally make his mother and father proud. And to protect the weak.

Key Childhood Experience-learning how to defend himself with martial arts training along with the art of the bow and sword.

Key Teenage Experience- Being in the war watching people he knew and loved die.

Key Adulthood Experience- ?

Favorite food- Rice and hard candy

Favorite drink - hot earl grey tea

Favorite band- Queen

Favorite song- Somebody to Love - Queen

Favorite book- The Outsider - S.E Hinton

Favorite movie- 17&90s it movies

Hobby- Drawing, Reading, and Spending time with his family.

[durzarina]

Kalan vs Black Butler chapter 23

Kalan arrived in London inside the theatre.  Getting out of the boat she sighed as she placed the Viscount her bed which she hardly used.  He was still alive thankfully as he cuddled inside the warm covers. Turning to Malum she teared up as she saw the four little coffins placed side by side.  Silently Kalan placed each child inside the coffins and began to nail down the lid.  Each nail was a pain in her heart as she remembered their look and screams as the fire ate away at their skin.  Once she was done Kalan collapsed on the floor in tears.  Michael was right.  How could she so quickly be connected to some humans?  She thought back to when she had Adam and Eve, she hated them to begin with, but the more time she spent with them, the more she loved them. Running her hair through her fingers she grasped a large chunk of her hair and pulled gently on it screaming out in agony. Then as she did so, the door to the auditorium swung open, Agni and Prince Soma ran in with the look of anger on their faces “Stop Tresspasse- KALAN?” Agni cried.  Then they saw the coffins, and her on the floor with a tear stained face. “Wh-what happened?” Soma asked kneeling down and embracing her. Kalan told the story of the Campania, leaving out the Undertaker and his partake in the event.  She told them everything, including what happened with Michael and how angry she got.  Then they all looked to the coffins with more sadness than any of them could have imagined. Kalan told them how they wanted to be buried like how Prince Soma and Agni would be in their country.  In Martha’s book Kalan found a wish “When we die, Thomas and I, we want a Hindu funeral because we love Agni and Soma so much, we want to be like them till the day we die and after when we embrace whatever God is waiting for us.”  Agni and Soma began to tear up and they both swore to the sky that “We will give them a funeral that even the King would be jealous of.”  So Kalan left the two alone so they could morn and prepare. While the Soma and Agni had left to get the things they needed Kalan was left to her own devices.  She entered their rooms and began to sort out more of their things.  Kalan knew that she would have to get rid of most if not all of their items.  For Fate’s Sake. Agni came back later on and announced that they will have to postpone the funeral till they have everything. “It will be tomorrow, we promise.  Although I will need your help” Kalan nodded silently and allowed him to walk away without a word of goodbye.  Malum stayed out of the way, and watched over Kalan like a guardian angel, alongside sat Reed.  Reed had stayed out of the whole situation as he wasn’t going to save her again from herself. “Kalan really needs to understand not to get involved with anyone." Reed sighed. “You know that is impossible for her.  She has too much heart for someone who’s isn’t meant to have one.  I reckon it was whoever sent her here.  There must have been SOME reason to why Kalan was sent here.” Malum said. “But you are Malum, can’t you look to see who it was that sent her here?” Reed asked crossing his legs over the balcony. “I can see if I want to.  But I will not.  To have such power also needs to have the responsibility to not use it for our own gain.  Plus, some things are better off being a mystery.” She added with a grin. “I am worried for her.  Do you think it will end up like last time?” Reed said scrunching his nose. Malum stayed silent for a moment, watching Kalan de-tile the floor to the theatre. “I don’t know.  Maybe.  They only spoke about it once, if you are referring to… THEM” Malum sniffed. “Oh they have, have they?” Reed hummed in interest, poking Malum.  She looked at him with a glare but then looked over to where Reed was pointing.  In the shadows of the door was the familiar figure of the Undertaker.  He stood there and watched Kalan throwing the tiles across the room making a bigger space for something.  He then saw the coffins and went to take a few steps forward.  Malum could see that he had air in his lungs to call out her name, but he retreated and fell away into the darkness. Just before dark Kalan made herself look presentable before showing herself to the still sleeping Viscount Druitt.  She leaned on the doorway and sighed.  He had made himself well and truly comfortable in her bed.  Kalan then disappeared with a pop and returned almost a few seconds later.  This time she fell into bed with the Viscount and tapped him on the forehead.  Next thing they knew, Kalan had transported her and the Viscount to his bed and then she went in and altered his memories.  She took away his memories of being with Kalan and her children, fainting in front of Michael and arriving at her theatre.  Instead she just blanked out everything and made it out like he fainted as soon as the water began to gush into the ship.  “When you wake, it will seem like a horrible dream” she whispered into his ear.  The Viscount murmured and turned over. Arriving back at the theatre Kalan was greeted with Malum and Reed.  “Everything alright?” she asked raising her brow. Reed shook his head but proceeded to hug her “Why don’t you call me when you are in trouble? I am meant to be here for you.  What would Gabriel say if I wasn’t doing my job?” he asked. Kalan threw him off her and snarled “You haven’t done your job since being here!  You whored yourself off with Grell Sutcliffe” Reed had tears in his eyes.  He was always there for her, but recently, too much stuff was happening and it was all too coincidental.  He clenched his platypus paws and transformed into an owl. “Then maybe I’d be better off with Grell then” he cooed and flew out of the window. That was the final straw.  Kalan had made her choice. --- The next day was going to be a long and tiring one.  Both Soma and Agni came back in the morning to find that Kalan had ripped up the whole floor in the theatre and in the middle sat the coffins to the children, Kalan laying asleep next to them and a large box for each child on top of their coffins. “This is their most precious belongings.  I want you to have a look at them and see if you want anything.  If not everything will be destroyed.” “Everything?” Soma asked “Including all the photos?” “E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G” Kalan spelled out. Soma and Agni took their time to look through each child’s belongings and paid particular interest to Martha and Thomas’ things.  In the end, Soma and Agni decided to take everything belonging to Martha and Thomas. Then they began to prepare and set up the funeral.  Both Martha and Thomas were being made for cremation.  First, they washed the bodies and dressed them in white.  Agni chose to place his deity and the picture of Soma, Agni, Martha and Thomas by their heads while they washed them in milk, honey, ghee and yoghurt.  Once that was done Kalan had prepared the rest of the children and set them on a large pyre, fit for all of them.  Set in the middle of the theatre Kalan set it ablaze.  Soma and Agni forced themselves to watch as Kalan gazed upon its flames like she was used to it.  Kalan held back tears as it wasn’t the first time she had to set fire to someone she loved. Storming away Kalan left the building and sat by a tree that was on a cliff face.  Leaning against his harsh bark Kalan felt the carving that Devon had done many years ago, back when they were children. D + R + M + T + K = Loving Family.  That was when Kalan broke, she fell into tears as she slid herself onto the ground.  Kalan bawled herself to almost an unconscious state.  She felt so weak and vulnerable, yet she had an idea.  Standing meekly Kalan grabbed the trunk of the tree and with the borrowed power of Malum she took out a wooden pot and with it she took the carving with her.  It was almost as if Devon had carved on the pot instead of the tree. Entering the theatre again, it seems like she had missed the final burning as everything was cold and the room seemed dull and lifeless.  With a flick of her wrist, the ashes from the pyre gathered themselves together and neatly entered the pot Kalan had in her hands.  Kalan placed it on the floor where the pyre stood and stared. “I…I can’t believe they are gone.  It is so quiet around here.” She said suddenly, looking around all the bright and passionate colours of the theatre seemed to have lost their colour.  To Kalan the theatre was dressed in beige and cream with a dash of grey.  The only colour she saw was the fire red of Malum’s hair as she stood in front of her. “Kalan, you need to let it go now.  Shall we go with Soma and Agni to have some tea?” Malum asked.  Agni had invited her only moments ago, but Kalan was so transfixed with the pot of ashes that she didn’t hear him at all. “Agni, I’m afraid I will have to decline.  I’d like to be here a while if you please.  Malum, you go with them, I don’t want them to be alone for the moment.  Would you be so kind?” Malum sighed and nodded. “I will always be close to you Kalan dear.” She uttered and left the building, accompanied by Soma and Agni. Silence.

[shioritsumi]

I keep drifting back to Julius somehow...my Black Butler oc. Normally, I understand the issue with ocs like him ‘oh, he’s Grell’s twin brother, seriously?’ but I genuinely enjoy him. I made him carefully so he’s not a Gary Stu, and he’s enjoyable. 

But he looks enough like Grell that I can imagine Ciel and Sebastian investigating the doctor at the apothecary down in London who is strangely incredibly popular and said to have miraculous results sometimes. And they aren’t sure whether or not this is some weird cover story by Grell or not, but Dr. Sutcliff refuses to give them the ‘miraculous treatment’, opting instead to give genuine medical advice and medicine and is utterly confused as to why they seem to expect him to do something really really weird.

“Oh, uh, just...your hair’s so long and bright red-I expected something more...uh, eccentric of you.” “I’m sitting here talking to a one-eyed boy who thinks I’m attracted to his butler-I think I’m eccentric enough.” “.....on that note-” “He’s a handsome man, I’ll give you that. I hope he makes a good cup of tea, too-the herbal blend I gave you for your asthma will need to be prepared properly in order to receive the full benefits.”

Like, Julius has a philosopher’s stone, but he doesn’t whip it out for every patient. Generally, he relies on good old fashioned medical advice, training, and treatment. He’s a doctor. He’s going to rely on medicine. Unless it’s all too clear medicine won’t help, in which case he’ll weigh his options and THEN, MAYBE, use the stone. 

Additionally, a lot of Julius’s personal plot has to do with the philosopher’s stone he has. Or...stones. He has more than one, although only one is of significant size. All of them make him sad. (The big one he can use for true miracles, the smaller ones are the size of an apple seed or so and he uses them for smaller things, like reattaching limbs. Smaller stone, less power.) Because he feels responsible for the making of the large one-not in that he actually participated in making it, but in that he noticed something fishy was going on and didn’t do anything until it was too late. 

Using the FMA source as inspiration....Philosopher’s Stones are made of people. Specifically, their souls. It takes a lot of people to make a worthwhile Philosopher’s Stone. Fortunately the cult making them also ran a hospital for patients that weren’t expected to ever recover. Julius was their only issue, in that he cared enough about his patients to put in so much effort into helping them, that he actually cured some of them. They tried to demote him, discourage him, and then ultimately he broke up the cult. Julius isn’t a very strong man, and he certainly wasn’t well-trained back then, but rage goes a long way. 

Point as to why reapers might not notice, though, plotwise: The process to turn a human soul into part of the Philosopher’s Stone takes the soul but does not kill the body. The body left behind is primarily catatonic, and will eventually perish from natural causes, usually heart or organ failure. (Extra cruelty edition: Some of them might even be put back in their hospital beds until some doctor not in on the cult decides to try and give them a peaceful end by oding the patient on drugs.)

“But what about the soul?”

Well, the cinematic record might still be with the body. The problem is, the cinematic record would end days, possibly weeks or even months before the actual death. It ends the day the soul is transformed into fuel for the stone. Which may alert some departments of the Dispatch Society, but there aren’t enough details to explain exactly what happened. And likely, by the time they were able to mobilize, Julius had already forcibly shut down the operation. Although he does remark from time to time that “The Order of the Pheonix, true to form, does tend to crop up every 40 to 50 years or so.”

Fun fact in this story universe: Making a Philosopher’s Stone drastically reduces your own lifespan. Which normally can be more or less remedied by HAVING a Philosopher’s Stone. So the people making it felt like it was a moot point. Instead, it means that any survivors of the cult would still be dead by the time the next iteration pops up. 

Much lighter note: I like to imagine Julius and Grell just plain getting along as teenagers. Julius is the ‘appropriate’ child, but Grell is the drama queen, the stage hog, the actress, and the one everyone noticed. Julius will still refer to Grell as his ‘brother’, but honestly doesn’t care what pronouns they use. He’d really just like some honesty from his sibling, the coy act Grell used to put on about being embarrassed by their own habits was embarrassing for him to watch. 

Or rather, I imagine Grell didn’t used to be so bold about their habits. Still always the drama queen in the spotlight, sneaking mother’s makeup and dresses away, and Julius would just be sitting in the background shaking his head. He never cared that Grell had these habits, he just couldn’t stand how big a deal they made about keeping them secret bc they weren’t ‘proper’. “Our hair isn’t proper, why should it matter? I’m happy in these clothes, but if you aren’t, everyone will be able to tell.” “Aah, but Mother will be disappointed in me...” “Only because you’re wearing her dress. Get one made for yourself.” “Mother will know!” “You have an excuse for everything, don’t you? For someone so bold, you certainly make a lot of excuses to not be.”

Julius values honesty, above pretty much all else. (Aside from human life, of course.) And as a teenager, it upset him that his own sibling was so scared to be themselves. If he sees reaper Grell, I don’t know...he’d have mixed feelings. Somewhere between happy and wanting to punch him most likely.

[chibimyumi]

Kuro 152 Summary & Thoughts

その執事　別動

That Butler, Independent Action

In chapter 152, we return to the side of O!Ciel, except we follow the actions of Meylin and Ranmao.

Meylin and Ranmao are headed for North Yorkshire, a place 211 miles away from London. Once they get off the train, a man with a humble carrier arrives to collect them, asking whether the ladies are the ones who had come to apply for the position of maid as advertised in the newspaper. Before long, they arrive at the mansion of Baron Heathfield.

Without further delay, the ladies are taken to an older woman who is in charge of employing new staff, Miss Abby. Meylin and Ranmao introduce themselves as Mei and Ran, as a pair of Chinese sisters.

They are asked why they had come to England, and “Mei” explains that she and her sister had come to England with their father on a tea clipper when they were young children. She further explains that disease had robbed them of their parents, and afterwards they worked as maids in London. Unfortunately, the trading company of her former employer had gone bankrupt and fled, deserting the servants. Now having lost their job, the sisters had come to seek new employment.

Miss Abby seems somewhat suspicious as to why the sisters had come all the way to a deserted place from London, a place with many more job opportunities.

Meylin explains that it is because only the current household accepts coloured servants under the age of 30. As she explains however, the older woman notices Meylin’s imperfect English, and “graciously” not reproach middle-ranked servants for having a foreign accent. “Can you two read?” the woman asks, and Meylin replies that they have basic understanding. With this, “Mei and Ran’s” contract has been signed.

“Thank you very much!” - Meylin

“We need anybody we can get” - Abby

At Miss Abby’s words, as though on cue, Meylin makes it unambiguously clear for the reader that she is on a ‘special mission’ in this household.

As “Mei and Ran” are being escorted to their rooms, the maid by the name of Jane explains that there is a shortage of staff because the manor is very large. At present, there are 35 employees, among whom 20 are maids. At this information again, Meylin seems to think something is up.

Once in their new rooms, Jane explains the rules of the household, among which a particularly peculiar one: “Lights-out at 22:00, a strict rule to which all must abide strictly.“

Mei questions the abnormally early hour, and Jane explains that this is the well intention of Lord Heathfield; that all servants should be well rested and well taken care of. Among other ‘mercies’, the servants are obliged to have three meals a day, bathe once every two days, and will even get large carriages arranged for them to explore the streets on their days off.

The Heathfield household does not provide for uniforms; instead, Meylin and Ranmao change into the maid-dress which they brought from ‘their previous employment”, the Phantomhive maid uniform!!

Without further ado, “Mei” is assigned the position as housemaid, while “Ran” is made a laundry-maid. In order to familiarise the new employees in the household, Jane takes the two ladies on a tour through the house.

“Let’s go, Ran” - Mei

“Yes, sister” - Ran

Herewith, chapter 152 comes to an end.

Chapter 152 was rather uneventful; it functioned more like a very long introduction to a new sub-arc. Though uneventful, the location does provide for very interesting open possibilities.

It is most unlikely that the Heathfield household is just any place. Conceivably, O!Ciel deliberately sent Meylin and Ranmao there, exactly because they are persons of colour, and can use England’s institutionalised racism to their advantage: “who would doubt “stupid, coloured women” anyway?”

Another important clue to the future developments of the story may lie with the location of the current setting, and the name ‘Sutcliffe’.

As pointed out by some in the Japanese fandom, the new setting Yorkshire is a place once linked to a notorious name: Peter William Sutcliffe - the Yorshire Ripper.

The Yorkshire Ripper case did not take place until the 1980s, but the fandom is well aware of Yana’s love for references to real historic events (and some time anachronisms).

If I should entertain this highly interesting hypothesis, then it is perhaps possible to say that the Heathfield household is one of the ‘bases’ for R!Ciel’s blood-supply, which could be an indirect reference to the serial murders of women in the 1980s.

The coincidence of Grell’s surname ‘Sutcliffe’ to the location should probably also not be written off as ‘sheer coincidence’. We have previously seen that Grell and Othello are both involved in the current case. Perhaps we can expect some major actions by Grell, Meylin and Ranmao in the next chapters.

[grelleswife]

OC Profile: Alexander/Rhea Sutcliff-Michaelis

It’s about time that I gave y’all a proper introduction to my second OC, Rose’s younger twin.

Alexander (generally “Xander” for short) is a biromantic demisexual. Xander takes after Sebastian in terms of having a fluid gender identity. Most of the time, they’re male-presenting (as shown in the first 4 pictures), go by “Alexander”, and use male pronouns. However, Xander sometimes has periods where they prefer to adopt a female form, use the accompanying pronouns, and go by “Rhea.” (the last two pictures). Of course, the rest of the family is very accepting of this.

Xander is a bit shy and reserved, but he has a warm, loving heart coupled with an even disposition. He’s the sort of person who’s always willing to lend a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on. He often serves as the mediator during familial disputes.

He has Grelle’s sharp teeth and red hair and Bassy’s black nails and crimson eyes.

When the kittens were little, Grelle and Sebastian took them on a trip to the aquarium. Xander was excited to see that the sharks’ teeth looked like his and Grelle’s. For a long time afterwards, he referred to her as “Mummy Shark.”

Xander loves animals.  He’ll often accompany Sebastian on the demon’s trips to local rescue shelters (Bassy regularly volunteers at these places in order to help the cats).

Xander has an artistic side, too. He adores the theatre, and, along with the other kittens, usually joins Grelle when she performs in productions at community theatres in the human world. However, unlike his mom, Xander prefers to work in the crew, far from the spotlight. He excels at backdrop painting, costume design, and makeup. He also has a knack for making puppets (cute ones, not the scary horror film kind!) and regularly holds little “puppet theatre” productions for his family (often throwing in a little magic for special effects).

Another hobby of Xander’s is making/repairing clocks and watches.

Xander shares his parents’ passion for high heels, especially black boots like Sebastian’s. He owns dozens of pairs!

As mentioned in Rose’s profile, Xander and his twin were attacked at their home by a small yet vicious coalition of “anti-demon” reapers while Ronald was babysitting them. Although Rose was able to fend them off long enough for Bassy and Grelle to rush to the rescue, Xander was severely traumatized. He still has residual guilt for panicking during the incident (which hampered his efforts to use his demon powers to assist his sister). Also, while he is very close to his “uncles” (Ronald, Eric, Alan, and Othello), Xander has a lingering fear of other reapers due to this hate crime. Therefore, he refuses to set foot in the reaper realm and is very skittish and uneasy whenever other reapers visit the Sutcliff-Michaelis residence. However, he did eventually warm up to Nina Montmarcy (Viola’s girlfriend) and Michael Kennsington (Rose’s boyfriend, a reaper and former MI6 agent who y’all will learn more about in a subsequent post!)

Out of all the Sutcliff-Michaelis household, Xander is the most fond of humans. In part, this stems from him becoming friends with a feisty, adventurous little mortal girl named Darcy Braithwaite when he was a child. When Darcy died tragically young (I think around 8-10) in a car accident involving a drunk driver, Xander was devastated. To this day, he still visits her grave regularly and has picnic lunches there (they used to have little picnics together during their play dates). After Darcy’s untimely demise, Xander vowed to become a “god of small things.” As such, wherever the Sutcliff-Michaelis family happens to be residing, he does his best to answer the prayers of any hurting soul in need.

I need to work out the details, but Xander eventually falls in love with a mischievous but kind-hearted Ghibliesque water dragon, who typically takes the form of a handsome young Chinese man (for my Mo Dao Zu Shi peeps, he basically looks like Wei Wuxian with a silver streak in his bangs, though his hair is sometimes much shorter depending on his mood. Also, in human guise, he normally wears the Gusu Lan-style blue and white rather than Wei’s red and black). Over the years, Xander and his husband adopt scores of orphaned and abandoned baby magical creatures, forming a large, diverse, happy family.

Of course, if you have any other questions about this soft cinnamon roll, please let me know! :3

@spellcasterz Sorry I took so long with this, but here ya go!