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Archiving this Blog

I want to start fresh on a new blog because I plan on completely revamping this series. Rules will be changed, with different details and plot points. But the characters, largely at heart, should remain relatively the same. I will post a link to my new blog once it is up and you guys can follow me for more black butler/kuroshitsuji content over there.

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REBLOG for Tumblr to make a Group Chat feature.

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My sister (left) My mom (Center) and me (Right)

First time with a full face of makeup for me. Thought it’d be fun.

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I thought you'd like this Board on Pinterest... https://pin.it/kzhkl7ch375n4h

Made a My Governess a Witch Pinterest board. Check it out.

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So I would just message you but for some reason the browser on mobile won't let me. Just got done reading the new chapter and I loved it!

Awesome. Remind me which fic and which chapter?

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Guess who got there wisdom teeth out? My face is cold. Mouth is numb. Mind is weird.

This is real but I’m totally posting this for attention too. Wish me well.

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i wonder what people assume my current human form actually looks like

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person: tell me about your ocs

me: 

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Favorite thing about being a fic writer is the comments. No seriously unless you’re a fic writer you don’t understand the level of kindness and almost heroin-esque level high writers get from getting thoughtful feedback from loyal readers. It’s fantastic.

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Nightmares

A Dragonspears fic

Summary: William has a nightmare about Yanmei dying.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to their rightful owners.

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‘No...’ William gripped his book tightly, staring at the page in disbelief. ‘No no no no no no no.’

Her corpse was right in front of him. In this dingy, grimy alleyway. The rain fell in sheets, and lightning lit his own personal hell bright as day. The water from the sky caused the puddle of blood she lay in to become a river. The coppery scent that had become so normal in his day to day job suddenly made him want to throw up. He kept looking between her and his ledger, trying to find some kind of mistake. It had to be a mistake, there’s no way she could be gone.

‘How can she be dead? She’s so strong!’

But the hands that were usually clad in bejeweled, golden talons, that brought him comfort, that could make flowers bloom from nothing had blood caked under cracked finger nails. Skin that once ripple with muscle and sometimes spotted with black scales was now ashen and grey. A body that moved gracefully through martial arts stances, the currents of the wind and the dances of the world now lay in a puddle of crimson, soaked with rain. He couldn’t see any wounds, where was all the blood coming from?

‘She shouldn’t die! She should still be dancing through the centuries!’

Lime green eyes that once burned with fire and looked so gentle when they turned towards him had turned completely gold with that part of her mask gone but were now bloodshot and sightless. Lips that once comforted, defended and could unleash a blizzard now tinged blue with no air passing through them.

Yanmei

It was her. There was no mistake. It was her. He couldn’t see the ledger any more. He couldn’t see the date of birth, date of death or the cause of death. His normally lightweight reaper scythe had never felt so heavy. So he dropped it. It clanged loudly, echoing throughout that lonely alley. The only other sounds were the rain, and the rapid increase of his own breathing.

It felt like his heart had stopped, though truthfully it had stopped the moment he ended his life and became a grim reaper. Once he made that choice he no longer had a pulse, breathing wasn’t even necessary it was just a force of habit. His cheeks felt wet, wether from rain or his own tears he couldn’t tell. All he could focus on was the corpse of the woman who had started making his long sentence of hellish purgatory start to feel like a heavenly paradise every time he came home. He leaned down to feel her pulse.

There was nothing there.

He screamed.

He shot up from his bed with a gasp. He was back in his room, in his bed, in the reaper realm. A sliver of moonlight escaped the curtains and provided some light. Panting and drenched in sweat, William tried to calm down. It was just a dream. But his adrenaline wouldn’t slow down, nor would his breathing. Suddenly the high collar of his sleep shirt felt too constricting. Swift fingers unbuttoned it, he almost just tore it off but he had enough control of himself to avoid that. Tossing it at a chair in the far corner, he felt a shift in the bed.

“Will?” A raspy voice laced with sleep asked.

William turned and even without his glasses he could see Yanmei’s blurry silhouette sit up in bed. Though he couldn’t see well without his glasses, he could picture her, her braid messy from sleep, she was most likely wearing one talon ring, the only one she needed to contain her powers. He could see the white sheets pooling at her waist. Yanmei slept in the nude, something that took some getting used to but after so many ripped nightgowns because of her wings coming in during the night he eventually relented. Now it was just a normal occurrence every night.

“Will, what happened?” A warm and gentle hand cupped his cheek and turned his face towards her. Suddenly exhausted, he didn’t resist when she pressed his forehead against her’s. This close, he could make out the golden color of her eyes. What many people didn’t know was that the yellowish green color that they normally were, was a result of Yanmei letting down her mask only slightly to give them that color. Otherwise they were brown or gold with mask completely up or down respectively. It was more of a style choice.

William didn’t speak. Because he couldn’t? Because he didn’t want to? Both, he supposed. He simply shook his head, placed his hand over her’s as it rested on his cheek and closed his eyes. Yanmei breathed and it was one of the most calming sounds William had ever heard.

“Come here.”

She pulled him down on top of her, resting his head on her chest. He felt a small patch of scales under his cheek. Her muscular arms came to wrap around him and she stroked his hair. With his head resting where it was, he could hear her breathing and her heartbeat. Both were steady and constant, reassuring sounds.

“You don’t have to tell me what it was about. But I’m here. A bad reaping or bad memory, I’ll help you. Or if this was brought on by other reapers being dicks, just let me know and I’ll fucking kick their asses.”

Any other night he’d reprimand her for her language, but he just nuzzled further into her chest. Yanmei noticed this and continued to stroke his hair. He was able to keep his shoulders from shaking but he couldn’t stop his tears, which she obviously felt. She didn’t comment on them, she just began to sing.

“Bei fang you jia ren...”

The next morning came and went like usual. He didn’t say anything so she didn’t either, but she did look at him with concern in her eyes.

He didn’t suddenly become overbearing or protective. He didn’t stop her from sparing with the new reapers and he didn’t forbid her from performing extreme feats of arial acrobatics when she took her sunset flights. He didn’t spout out some long winded declaration of love and his inability to live without her. But he was more affectionate in subtler ways.

After the last new recruit walked out of the gym and Yanmei was alone, taking off the wrappings on her arms William would ask for a progress report. The witch would rattle off on who was doing well, who needed to work on balance and who needed some more help with their round house kicks. While she did all this, William would stand behind her with his arms loosely around her. He’d gently take her wrist and with two fingers, find her pulse and simply feel it.

Now he’d watch her sunset flights whenever he could. Her massive black wings driving her high into the sky. The deep purple membranes going beautifully with the pinks and golds of the horizon. The sinking sun glinting off her golden horns and her bladed tail acting like a rudder so she could make even sharper turns. She’d land on his window and they’d sit together on the couch in the apartment or chair in his office if he could spare the time. He’d pull her onto his lap, rest his chin in the top of her head, one of her horns pressed against his cheek. He’d hold her as she talked. He’d occasionally pitch in, usually to chastise her language. But he’d always take two fingers and gently press them against her neck, feeling her pulse.

When they slept he’d simply find some way to feel her pulse. But after particularly exhausting days, he’d lay his head in her chest and let the sound of her heartbeat lull him to sleep.

He wouldn’t say this out loud but he would admit it to himself.

He never realized how much he loved and treasured her until he was forced to confront the prospect of losing her.

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Reblog this post if you support Cannon/OC pairings.

I want to see how many of us are out there.

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I’ve ascended to another plane of existence considering I’ve made a blog for my own OC’s. Regardless of how little I post on it I want you all to know that you should not be embarrassed by this. I’d love to see your OC’s for Black Butler. I’d love it!

person i follow: *shamelessly posts oc x canon material*

me who, to this day, is still terrified of shipping my ocs x canon because of the many years i’ve been on this hell site: fucking superb you fearless little blogger

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Nyra Stark turned 2 today!

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Describe Your OC in 5 Gifs

Thought this would be fun.

1. Nyra, the singer

2. Nyra, the independent thinker

3. Nyra, the vicious witch.

4. Nyra, the flirt.

5. Nyra, the secret romantic.

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You will never ever annoy me if you

Send me random anons

reply to my posts

send me an ask

reblog me

talk to me

say hello

give me random love

“bother” me

So please stop thinking otherwise.

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Circus Suit

Summary: William and Yanmei argue during the circus ark.

A/N: I did actually plan on writing this whole scene out in the story but I still want to post this.

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William: Yanmei?

Yanmei: What?

William: Where's my circus suit?

Yanmei: What?

William: Where - is - my - circus - suit?

Yanmei: I, uh, put it away.

[Sebastian walks by]

William: *Where*?

Yanmei: *Why* do you *need* to know?

William: I need it!

[William rummages through another box in the tent]

Yanmei: Hell no! Don't you think about running off to mess with that demon. We've been staking this place out for two months!

William: Souls are in danger!

Yanmei: Our cover’s in danger!

William: You tell me where my suit is, woman! We are talking about the greater good!

Yanmei: 'Greater good?' I volunteered to help you! I'm the greatest *good* you are ever gonna get!

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Mourning

Summary: Sebastian and Nyra’s interaction after the Jack the Ripper case.

A/N: This is my rewritten version of this scene. I like it a lot more and I feel like my writing has improved since I originally wrote that scene.

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They didn’t say anything to her. Well, she didn’t expect Ciel to, after all, as a human he could not see the cinematic records. Nyra knew that Sebastian would tell him what he saw. Arya’s death, her inability to save her and her rampage against the little village. She wasn’t sure what Ciel would do with the information, if he would speak to her about it or not. To be honest, she didn’t want to talk to him about it.

Losing a child was a special pain and not something that you could discus with just anyone. For a moment, she wished she hadn’t sent Yanmei away with the reapers. She knew what it was like to lose a child. But Nyra was aware that she wasn’t in a good state to properly heal the other witch, so away with the reapers she went.

Nyra stood in her room at the townhouse, arms crossed and nails digging into the sleeves of her dress. The room was dark and the curtains were drawn, allowing only a sliver of moonlight to shine on her face. Her posture was rigid as she motionlessly stood in the center, staring at the ground. Her dress was still torn in the center from the reaper’s scythe she took to the chest, feathers were ruffled and her hair was a mess. She was still covered in blood. She knew he would come in to see her, for what purpose she didn’t know but she would not be found sobbing into her pillow. Demons preyed on weakness, and she wouldn’t be weak.

She didn’t hear any footsteps, but she did hear the door open.

She heard it close.

She heard him take a few steps in.

She heard her own breath and heartbeat.

But she didn’t hear him speak.

He wasn’t saying anything, he wasn’t moving or doing anything. He was waiting for her to make the first move. To break the silence and the tension.

To show weakness.

That’s what it had to be, right? He wasn’t waiting for her to start because he was unsure, he was waiting because he wanted to win. Well he wouldn’t.

Nyra straightened her posture, looked straight ahead with lips pressed in a tight line and her eyes dry.

She could feel his eyes on her. It made her hair stand on end. She could feel the tension building. She wanted to scream and fight, even after all they had gone through that night. She took a deep breath and winced internally at how shaky it was. When she exhaled it was as though the restrictions her pride had on her floated away as well. Regardless of what Sebastian was, she wanted someone to talk to.

“What are you doing here?” She didn’t move and she was satisfied to hear that at least her voice was steady.

“I wanted to see you.” He said calmly, not coming any closer to her.

“Why? To see me crumble?” Nyra’s words were bitter and angry.

“I know you will eventually.” Sebastian said. His tone wasn’t malicious, he was simply stating a fact. Nyra scoffed.

“So you’ve come to enjoy the show?” She asked, raising an unsteady hand to flatten some of her hair.

“I never said I would enjoy it.” He sounded slightly closer.

“Oh?” Her voice was amused and shaky.

“It surprises me as well, but I actually don’t enjoy seeing you in pain.” His voice held a tone of bewilderment, as if he couldn’t comprehend it himself.

“Don’t pretend to be sympathetic!” She snapped. “Emotions like that are beyond you.”

“On the contrary, I have also experienced loss.” Another footstep towards her. “I have seen many felines pass on over the years.”

She was stunned. Sebastian had just compared her loss of Arya, her only daughter, to the death of a cat. He felt like her family’s destruction was equal to that. Her waiting and compromising just so she could actually have a family for once. It was similar to one of Sebastian’s cats dying.

Nyra saw red. She turned around and slapped the demon.

No magic was involved in her hit; no fire, electricity or claws. It was just an open palm. She wanted to do more. She wanted to throw him through the wall, impale him on spears of earth, freeze his insides and beat him down to nothing before healing him and doing it all over again. But she was so enraged she couldn’t do any of that. She could only grit her teeth and glare up at his infuriatingly blank face.

“Don’t you dare compare this to one of your felines! Until you lose a child that you actually care about, you don’t get to say anything on this. If you want to stay with me, you need to behave better. I’d much rather you leave and never speak to me again but I know I can’t make you go right now.” Nyra’s eyes were beginning to water. “You need to find a better way to handle this because I get to handle this however I want. Losing Arya was the worst thing that has ever happened to me! My experience and feelings aren’t something that can be brushed under the rug.”

“I understand.” Sebastian said, as he looked down at the witch. “Do you want me to be quiet?” Nyra nodded, her expression tight. “Do you want me to leave?” She hesitated for a moment. She shook her head as her tears and barriers began to fall.