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THEYRE SO CUUUUUUTTTEEEE

THANK YOU AGAIN I LOVE IT SM ALREADY NY FIRST PIECE OF LADS MERCH 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

made a lil raf keychain

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Imagine him proposing with a snowflake ring

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REEEEEAAAAAALLLLL

i wish InFold wasn’t terrified of making the guys look disheveled or haggard, dawnbreaker literally eats candy for all three meals this dude is NOT okay physically 😭😭😭

dawnbreaker zayne doodles because me personally,, i do not believe a man consuming liquid food for sustenance would look put together..

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I AM HEALED THE WORLD IS GOOD!!!!

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LADS girlies im trying to settle a heated debate once and for all hear me out….

(this has almost torn apart a friendship choose wisely)

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literally me rn

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mof zayne is making me work for it AAAAAHHHHHH WHY ARE THE MYTH BANNERS ONE WEEK LONG WHAT IS THIS FAVORITISM TOWARDS WHALES???? MAYBE IF YOU JUST GAVE ME HIS TWO FIVE STARS IN ONE TEN PULL I WOULDNT BE STRESSING OUT SM im going to find the person who decided to make getting a companion require two five stars and wring their neck

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Holy moly this is the most beautiful thing i’ve laid my eyes on today

Sylus girlies are on another level omg

Wildlight Chronicles ending

inspired by Springtime by Pierre Auguste Cot 1873

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random thought i had but walk with me here

i was listening to “el tango de roxanne” from moulin rouge (it’s the only song i like in the soundtrack) and i was thinking to myself “ewan mcgregor kind of sounds like how i picture Rafayel singing” BUT THEN i got this mental image of a ballet production and that led me to thinking about swan lake

imagine the story of swan lake unfolding with Xavier as the white swan and Sylus as the black swan with mc being the prince

even just the idea of them performing in a production of swan lake together in those roles would be insane the sensuality the passion the dancing!! it’d be peak (InFold release some ballet themed cards idc if they’re four stars make the guys do ballet)

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soooooooo my friend @an-ari shared with me a pic of the upcoming banners and apparently zaynes master of fate myth rerun is directly after the current spring banner keep in mind i have not spent a DIME on any other myth banners just bc i wanted to save for zayne's and sylus's rerun and i am now officially broke and that shit needs you to get TWO FIVE STARS!! im not upset at all by this news clearly

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for the people who are simultaneously fans of the show The Fall of the House of Usher and Twisted Wonderland, stay tuned bc im cooking up something

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i finally did my pulls today and if i had a nickel every time one of my friends’ faves came home before they got him, id have two nickels

which isn’t a lot but says a lot abt these men lol

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in terms of the newest quint banner for LADS never have i ever yearned to be a bird more in my life

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The Guest

Word count: 1,564 TW: Slight body horror, spoilers for Bard’s backstory in chapter 183 of the manga Preface: this is a short piece i’ve been hoarding and it serves as an introduction for my Black Butler oc i thought about making a reference post for her first but i like the idea of just throwing people into the lore blind and see if they’re intrigued with that being said, enjoy!

There is a girl living in the Phantomhive manor.

Bard has no idea where she came from or just what exactly her relationship to the Young Master is, but all the servants knew the second they saw her enter through the doors, trailing behind the Young Master and Sebastian, that this guest was special.

He doesn’t have much experience with young girls, his interactions with Lady Elizabeth always strained and awkward on his end, yet the exuberant girl had more than enough energy to make up for it.

Those encounters could hardly have prepared him for Lady Rowan however. She would make the effort to engage in light conversation, but she never strayed far beyond niceties and surface level interest. She wasn’t impressed with cute stuffed toys or frilly satin dresses or sparkling jewels. She was eerily quiet, to the point where Bard wouldn’t notice she was in the same room as him until she tapped him on the shoulder or commented on the food he was cooking (burning), scaring him out of his wits.

He had a sneaking suspicion she did it on purpose.

Apparently she was Master Ciel’s new painter. Bard didn’t know he needed one, the paintings hanging on the walls of the manor having been there since the day the cook arrived and even before that, according to Mey Rin and Finny.

Not to mention that for a painter, he had never once seen Lady Rowan take up a brush or select a palette. His Joanna had been what she called, “an amateur artist”, always carrying a pencil and a scrap of paper in her apron—later replaced by the leather bound book he had saved up to buy for her birthday—and taking the the time to sketch a butterfly or flower in the midst of her duties. He adored the look she got when she saw something and just had to put it down on paper, even if the result ended up scribbled over and tossed aside. He had treasured every drawing she gifted him; her pictures of their little boy kept in a bedside drawer so he could look at them before he went to bed.

All those pictures had been burned away since then.

When he would catch sight of Lady Rowan, she never showcased such habits: hands either holding a book with a wordy title or they were folded in her lap. Even when she sat in the beautiful Phantomhive gardens, with its wide array of flowers in full bloom and butterflies flitting about on delicate wings, she regarded it all with absolute indifference.

Where her inspiration for the paintings that the Young Master requested came from he had no idea, but when she did get it, you were immediately able to tell.

It looked nothing like the smile Joanna would wear or the excited way her hands would scramble for a pencil. No, Lady Rowan’s breathing would just stop, her hands gaining a near violent tremor, grasping the closest surface so tightly that the knuckles would go white. Her heterochromatic eyes grew wide as saucers as her pupils glazed over and stared off into the distance, almost in a trance. Despite her fearful, strange mannerisms, her gaze conveyed nothing but wonder and awe.

As though she were truly seeing something beautiful.

It was horrible to watch.

Sebastian said that it was perfectly normal though. He stated that the Young Master had selected her personally because of the unique talent she possessed. She was perfectly healthy and there was absolutely nothing to fret over.

“Our job is not to question who our Young Master brings into his home, it is to treat this guest with our renowned hospitality. Now please Bard, stop wasting time and return to the kitchen.”

There is a room down in the wine cellar.

It had been erected not long after Lady Rowan’s arrival, once she had settled into her chambers upstairs. It is off limits to everyone except Sebastian and the Young Master.

Out of all the servants employed in the manor, Bard was the one who visited the cellar the most frequently, mainly to acquire wine for the Earl’s meetings or to try and sneak a glass without Sebastian catching him (he always did), so it made sense that he immediately knew something was amiss when he stepped down.

A large iron door now stood at the back wall where barrels used to line up neatly, very nearly reaching the tall ceiling. Upon closer inspection, the door bore no locks but a symbol of conjoined circles had been etched onto the surface and a ring of salt had been carefully laid out in front of the entrance.

He had been given stern instructions not to disturb the ring nor open the door under any circumstances.

Supposedly, this room served as Lady Rowan’s “studio” and where her paintings were to be held, which already confused Bard. Why on earth would an artist demand a workplace below the ground, where the sun didn’t reach? Why hide away the paintings her client ordered, where no visitors would see?

For a while, he believed that Lady Rowan was actually a fraud, that she possessed no artistic talent and had merely hoodwinked Master Ciel with her captivating looks and perfect manners. The studio was placed in the dank and musty cellar so no one would even think of trying to come down and see her abysmal work.

It was a wild claim, yes, and he was swiftly proven wrong when he had asked her to draw him and she complied happily.

When she handed him the finished product however, he struggled to maintain his smile and mutter out a thank you.

There was nothing objectively wrong with the picture. In fact, she had drawn a perfect likeness of him (admittedly more so than Joanna had done) including the limp cigarette hanging from his lips with smoke curling out from the end, faint stubble dotting his chin and neck, and the oil stain on his white chef’s uniform.

Staring at it, he was unsure as to why it felt like he was looking at his own corpse.

He didn’t ask her to draw him again after that.

Every time he would come down to the cellar now, he made it a point to avoid looking at the door.

Sometimes he swears he hears her within, that there are banging and scratching noises that shake the heavy door and many hushed voices speaking at once. On one occasion, there was the sound of humming creeping from under the darkened crack, a slow and hollow tune echoing off the walls.

Sebastian said he was hearing things. He said the door is perfectly safe and that he is the one who needs to compose himself.

“You’re not meant to go beyond that door, so why should it matter to you what happens behind it? If you have time to be pondering those questions, you have more than enough time to prepare the roast duck for tonight.”

There is a shadow on the ceiling.

It is dark in the hallway and his candle is running low, a stumpy little thing that fills him with dread.

The shadow is not near him but it is big enough that it is prominent even in the darkness. It hangs there, fabric rustling as it makes little movements, chilling his bones.

He swallows and ventures forth, for he is a Phantomhive servant and if there is a threat to the manor or the Earl, then it is his job to eradicate it.

No intruder has ever gotten under his skin like this before. They’d had assassins clothed in black try and use rope to hang from the ceiling so their steps were unheard but this felt different. From where he was standing, if it had been an assassin, they would have known they were found out and rush towards him, ready to kill. The shadow remained stationary, deathly quiet, almost like it was waiting for him to make the first move.

He did the only thing he could do, keeping one hand on the knife tucked into his waistband and lifted his meager flame, casting light on the spot the shadow occupied.

Lady Rowan’s face stared back at him, white nightgown hugging her crouched spider-like body, neck craned at an awful angle as she held onto the ceiling with impossible ease.

Her eyes, glazed over in that familiar look focused on him while crimson rivulets ran down her cheeks and her lips curled into a jagged, toothy smile.

He woke up in his bed, Finny happily snoring next to him and the sunlight streaming through the window.

Sebastian said that he should go on a holiday for a little while. Clear his head, get some fresh air, it will do him some good.

“The Young Master has insisted upon it himself. You’ve been undergoing too much stress as of late and cannot perform your duties properly. Rest well, Bard, and return to us soon. We’ll all be waiting.”

Perhaps then the nightmares will go away.

Perhaps then, he’ll stop seeing her constantly out of the corner of his eye.

Perhaps then, he will be able to breathe easy around the girl living in the Phantomhive manor.

Bard thinks it best to listen to Sebastian’s suggestions, he is always so knowledgeable about these types of things.

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Introduction & Rules

hello and welcome to my personal headspace i'm a writer or an aspiring one and i made this blog to write the types of stories i'm fond of and emulate some really great writing blogs on this app/website you can call me erinye! i'm a 20 year old college student as of now i've been on tumblr for a while now and have two blogs under my name, but i dont post anything on those anymore this is just where i'll upload the fics and drabbles i'm proud of as well as try to interact more with followers and people who like my writing you're welcome to submit requests for headcanons and drabbles, i just can't guarantee how soon they'll be answered since i've got school and all in terms of rules, i'll write essentially anything, including fics with darker as well as 18+ themes (MINORS DNI) which will likely become a recurring theme on this blog lol i will write plenty of "x reader" content but another motivation for creating this blog was to introduce original characters of mine that i create for just about any fandom i get into so be prepared for canon character x oc fics to appear often and if that's not to your taste, pls move along i'm also trying not to constrict myself to any one fandom since i did that for my previous blogs and that's where i believe the downfall happened current fandoms i'm in and am passionate about are: - LADS (love and deepspace) - Twisted Wonderland - Reverse 1999 - Identity V - Final Fantasy VII - Yellowjackets - Jojo's Bizarre Adventures (anything before Stone Ocean, i'm not fully caught up yet lol) - Black Butler - Tokyo Revengers - Castlevania - Devil May Cry there's plenty more that i haven't written down here, so don't be too shocked to see a fic for a fandom not listed pop out of the blue that's really all i have to say, i hope you stick around and like what i have to offer :))