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Probably Ben since he can speak french.

I think I'm french

" why? "

Cuz eiffel for you!! <3

Wish I could use this as a joke

We shall see gamers

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I'll take the stick.

You can be shot (badly) or bonked on the head with a stick

Posed referenced from www.deviantart.com/theposearchives

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This is what the Bactor flirting is like.

I think I'm french

" why? "

Cuz eiffel for you!! <3

Wish I could use this as a joke

We shall see gamers

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Our favourite pink war veteran who was apparently a pilot, judging by his badge (or so google said), and apparently has been in the army for more than 22 years considering that he was a Colonel.

Pink war veteran!

Our fav pink war veteran

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I certainly tried my hardest. :3

@haunt-the-house you made me do this. I saw your post and immediately tried.

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The fallen ones, The Actor's victims.

Song it's inspired by ^

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*Damien is comforting Benjamin* Damien: Stop crying because it’s over. Start smiling because Actor is someone else’s problem now. Quote of the day.

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AGHHHHH THANK YOU! I CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF THESE SILLIES AND I CANNOT FIND ANY OTHER FANFIC OF THEM SO I HAVE BEEN STARVED! It was so sweet!!

Bactor, wholesome Bactor? Pretty please with a cherry on top 🥺👉👈

Of course! Here u go :3 I'm not sure if this counts as wholesome but I tried sobs

Unexpected Confession (Actor!Mark x Butler Ben)

Valentine's Day. A day filled with love. However, not for Mark, perhaps. His, well now, ex-wife, had divorced him so he wasn't sure what to do on the day. He didn't have any ongoing project, he couldn't just stay in his manor for Valentine's Day. That would be sad. But, in reality, he did have someone to spend with and he finally knew what to do.

Ben's POV

I just finished dressing up in my room, just another day being a butler. It was around 8 in the morning and Master was not awake yet. He told me he wanted to go out and get some things for tonight. He wanted me to wake him up if he hadn't woken up after 9 AM.

After weeks of him, being alone, it felt miserable to see him being broken and sad. I also had this feeling that I tried to push away to maintain professionalism over being personal. It was hard, really hard but I couldn't help it. It was a job I needed to face. The news of the divorce saddened me but somehow I felt relieved. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling.

I went up to his room and opened the curtain, he just rolled over under his blanket, facing away from the window. I grabbed his iconic dark red silky robe and hung it on the bed frame,

“Can you turn off the lamp, please?” he groaned, plumping his face on the pillow. 

“Sir, it’s already past 8. I am afraid you need to wake up due to your schedule today,” I said. I grabbed some of his clothes on the floor and put them away in the laundry basket, then stood beside him to give him his robe when he finally stood up,

“Fuck, is it today? What date is it?” He wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand, “14th February. It is Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh, yeah. Is the driver here already?” he asked while standing up on the side of the table, I gave him his robe as he covered his half-naked body was only covered with negligees. I looked at my watch, “He will be here in 15 minutes, sir.”

“That’s enough time to get ready. Oh yeah, you’re coming with me for today,” he blurted. I was surprised, usually when he went out, I would stay in the manor to make sure everything was okay.

“Pardon?” I needed to make sure what I heard was correct. Him? Asking me to go with him?

“Yes, you’re coming with me to go out today. Now, will you excuse me, I need to get ready.” He went past me, heading to his bathroom.

I just stood there, trying to process what was going on. I did not expect that. This was going to be nice. I went downstairs to make sure the chef was already cooking breakfast for all of us.

“Is the breakfast ready?” I asked, walking inside the kitchen. The chef put down a plate of bacon, egg, and toast on the counter. Then, another plate of pancakes. I just grabbed two pieces of toast for myself from the stack of cooked toast, since I hadn’t had my breakfast.

"Oh yeah, have fun on your go out," the chef teased, smiling to himself while cooking breakfast for himself. I just turned around and looked at him confusingly, "How did you know?"

"I know everything in this house. Don't ask." Huh. Although I tried not to think about it too much, he was right. The chef knew about everything and everyone in this house because of his little buddy. I put down the plate of breakfast on the dining table, along with the utensils. I went to the bar to make his favorite morning cocktail, Mimosa.

It took me a couple of minutes to make the drink, and without delay, after finishing it, I went to the dining table to put down his drink. Everything was settled. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder which caused me to jump a bit, "Well, isn't this a wonderful morning, don't you think, Ben?" 

I exhaled, "Yes, indeed. I should check on the driver to get us ready, sir." Before I walked out of the room, he called my name, "Ben. Hold on. Why don't you sit down here with me? You can have these pancakes. Enjoy the morning with me,"

"Oh, I don't think that is necessary. I already had my own feast for this morning." He was still insisting, pushing the plate of pancakes to the empty side of the table in front of him,

"Please, I insist. I don't want to get too full." He took a bite of his toast. I couldn't resist his plead. I smiled and sat down in front of him, grabbing the utensils in the middle of the table. 

"Thank you," I said before eating the pancakes. He opened his mouth which was slightly full from the meal, "Yeah, yeah, no problem."

The breakfast was silent. This wasn't the first time he did this, it was pretty common so it wasn't something special. He just wanted to have someone to eat with after his divorce. I finished my food faster than him, oddly, because his food had less portion than mine. 

"I shall check on the driver now." I wiped my mouth and got up from my seat, heading to the front door. 

The car was ready and parked perfectly. I smiled and headed back to the dining table, "Sir, the car is waiting for you." He just finished drinking, "Oh my god, you know me so well, Ben. I will wait for you in the car, okay?" He tapped me on the shoulder. I grabbed the empty dirty plates, glasses, and utensils on the table to put them away in the sink. The chef was enjoying his food on the counter, "Here are the dirty dishes. I will go now."

"Yeah, man. Enjoy your time," he said. I went outside to where the car was, the passenger front seat was empty because Master took the back seat, his favorite seat. 

"Good Morning, Butler Ben," the driver greeted me when I got in.

"Good Morning."

"So, are we going to the Boutique, Mr. Iplier?" He looked up while reading a magazine, "Oh yeah, yeah. You know which one. Also, can you play another radio channel too? I'm kinda getting bored with this one. You know, to try something new," he said as he continued reading the magazine.

"Of course, anything for you, sir." The driver changed the radio channel as the car started, driving to one of the most popular department stores, I. Magnin.

The day went on, it was about a 45-minute drive from the manor. We went through the department store to get a new suit but the size seemed to be bigger than his. Odd. He also got a box of chocolate, a flower bouquet, and a wrapped gift. It wasn't much for him, was he going on a date? He looked at the time, we had been there for more than an hour. Why did it hurt me a bit knowing he got a new date?

"It seemed like that's all. We should head back now, don't want to miss my afternoon nap," he said while stretching his body. The Driver and I were just assisting him with his shopping bags. We just walked around the department store for quite a long time now. 

We headed back to the car, putting the items beside him as I went to the front passenger seat. Master was just sitting there in the back while crossing his legs while we drove back to the manor.

Third Person POV

Timeskip

Time passed by, and Actor Mark was getting ready for something. It was almost sunset, Ben on the other hand was cleaning up the house. The thought of Mark going on a date was stuck in his head, hurting him inside. He had been on the first floor for the whole afternoon since Mark had told him not to go upstairs because he didn't want to be bothered? So, he did what he asked, not going upstairs. 

After cleaning, Ben decided to head back to his room and clean up, taking a shower. He didn't have much plan that evening, perhaps, reading a book would help past the time.

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There were knocks on the door while he was fixing his tie after showering, and he wasn't sure who it was, the door was then opened, and it was The Chef, "Ben, Mark wants to see you upstairs on the balcony, he said that he needed help to prepare for his date or something." Ben looked at him, he needed to examine his facial reaction just in case he was messing around with him since he always did that to him,

"How can I be sure that you're not messing with me?"

"See it for yourself, man. You know how it is when Mark is mad." He narrowed his eyes as he walked past him, heading upstairs to the balcony.

The sun was slowly setting, it was a beautiful view along with dim lights from the city in the distance. He walked out to see a table set, the tablecloth, a vase of roses, candelabra, utensils, glasses, and plates. He didn't set this for sure. There was also the chocolate box and bouquet on one of the chairs. Ben felt relieved knowing Mark wouldn't be as miserable as he was after the divorce but again, a scar was made along the relief. 

'Wait, he's not here. Chef, I'm gonna come for yo-'

"Ah! Ben! There you are!" The familiar voice appeared behind me, he was admiring how amazing Actor looked in the suit, it was a different suit that I hadn't seen before, it wasn't the one that he bought. He shook his head a bit to brush off the thoughts, noticing he was holding two boxes that were wrapped beautifully.

"What do you need me for, sir?" he asked. Actor sat down on the opposite chair from where the bouquet and chocolate box were,

"How do I look?" he asked while facing me. 'Beautiful' 

"You look amazing, sir. Who is the lucky one if I may ask?" 

"Well..." He got up and looked down at the boxes, Ben was waiting for the answer nervously and anxiously. 

"One of the most amazing people I ever met." He smiled to himself, "I'm sure the person must've felt lucky to have you, si-"

"... and he's standing in front of me." 

Ben's POV

What? 

I was shocked by what he said. Me? No. The feelings that I had pushed aside came back at me. I could feel my cheeks heating up, I mean, he meant it as a friend, perhaps,

"I wasn't sure when the feeling appeared but every time you were there for me, it was like the first time feeling love again. I love you, Ben. Happy Valentine's Day," he softly said. His hands extended to me, lending me the boxes of gifts.

"You should try the suit, I'm sure it looks good on you," I was still speechless about what was going on but gracefully accepted the gifts. All this time, he also had the same feeling as me, perhaps burying it down. Or was he waiting for this moment to come?

"I... I am sorry. I am out of words. Thank you. I..." He was waiting for my answer, I couldn't form words in my head, "I also have been feeling the same way. I was just afraid that it would ruin my job." There I said it.

"Oh, Ben..." he stopped for a moment, "I noticed it, I was just waiting for this moment. I just thought that maybe it'd be more romantic if we do it right here, at this moment, during Valentine's Day." I smiled to myself, what were these butterflies feeling in my stomach? Should I just do it? Do it, Ben. Kiss him.

I put down the boxes on the chair. I turned around to face him as we both got closer, I could feel my heart beating faster, slightly sweating. I was taller than him so I needed to look down to see his eyes, I put my hand on his waist and slowly leaned down, planting my lips on his. He smiled and kissed me back. 

After waiting, it felt amazing. All those emotions just felt fulfilled. The connection and chemistry were strong, I could feel them. It was passionate. It wasn't long until I let go, "I should try on the suit now. Again, thank you, sir."

"Please, call me Mark from now on." I grabbed the bigger box, "I will."

I went to change to the new suit for the date tonight. The date that I didn't expect. 

It was truly planted as a core memory for me.

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@haunt-the-house you made me do this. I saw your post and immediately tried.

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Actor just reminding Benjamin of his position in this household.

Also, Actor's brand new snake scales.

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I just re watched WKM, DAMIEN and WMW and I was over analysing characters, specifically the Colonel.

I realised that in multiple scenes, he gets really vulnerable (upset, in shock, etc.) but then he acts really defensive.

Example:

This is the scene where Damien walks in on the two pointing guns at eachother. William is shocked and kinda looks guilty, afraid in a way, but he quickly gets defensive.

Another example:

During this same scene, the Chef bonks William on the head. During this, William backs away, ducks down and, to me, looks intimidated, but he quickly acts defensive again.

Another example:

During the start of Chapter 4, Benjamin tells William to do the right thing, when he says this William looks absolutely shocked, gobsmacked, sad and possibly even afraid. But, after Benjamin finishes speaking, he quickly acts defensive again.

One more example:

When we wake up after the upside down scene, he actually acts shocked and sad when we're awake, but he quickly gets defensive again claiming that he didn't do it etc.

Personally, I feel like the Colonel is one who doesn't like to act all weak and vulnerable in front of others and instead in a room alone. This is most likely because he is a Colonel, an army man who is supposed to be intimidating and tough. This could also be because of the time WKM is set in, which is 1931 I believe, and I'm pretty sure that during those times, men were seen as tough and they never showed their feelings in front of others otherwise they were seen as weak.

I dunno if anyone has addressed this before but I decided to.

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Bactor animation. This canonically happened during the poker night in my AU.

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I MADE A LITTLE ANIMATION BUT TUMBLR DOESNT LIKE IBIS PAINT X ANIMATION FILES FUCKKKK

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Actor core.

Actor core is listening to Butler Boyfriend asmr.

Actor core is drinking out of a wine glass.

Actor core is acting fancy in your own vicinity.

Actor is love, Actor is life.

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The Head Engineer’s Diary

Chapter 1

Me and the captain found this dusty, brown, leather book in storage. I don't remember ever owning something this… old? Eh, whatever. I like to write about my journeys, it's wonderful. It's like therapy, but with yourself? And God knows I need that! I saw a name on the front, but the name was almost rubbed off. I couldn't decipher it. But, I wrote my name on the front instead. Well, nickname. My nickname ‘Engineer’ makes the captain understand who I am better, apparently they prefer nicknames. ‘Engineer Iplier’ is written on the front. Some pages do seem to be ripped out, perhaps for the better? There is also a claw mark on the bottom left corner, like something tried to drag this book away. I wonder what happened, or where this came from? Aliens? Demons? Who knows.

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Here's a little preview of a story I might publish here. I don't update my stories often but if you ever wanna read my stuff, old or new, I do have a Wattpad.

If you're interested: Shabeebootheender

I believe that's correct!

Anyways, have a good day / afternoon / night!

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What the fuck I love this style???

Worst memories.

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I was sat in class and I had the thought of "School AU, but Egos are teachers in a highschool" and here I am. But uh, the Colonel, or should I say, the Coach.