#bb earl grey

[janus-cadet]

Yo yo yooo ✌

It's me again — I haven't requested anything for a hot (literally, it's burning hot out there, golly) minute, and you know I love taking opportunities, especially when it comes to your art ;)

Sooo, can I request Charles Grey (Black Butler) for your tarot cards set? Obviously, the choice of the card itself is up to you ;)

Thanks in advance for taking my request 😘

Hello back xD Yes, you're absolutely right : it's burning hot out there, I feel like a chamallow above a camp fire. Or a bunch of bean boiling in water.

Of course you can request our favorite Earl, even tho I was quite surprise, honestly xDD First ever request on Black Butler. You're the best. Also your new pp is amazing.

So ! Here is the Earl Charles Grey, as the Knight of Swords!

I'm not going to go to far on the explanation of that one. Mostly, I thought it was a really fitting card, both upright and reverse, as far as my limited tarot knowledges go :P

And yes ! I dressed him a bit more like a proper dandy, which is... less complicated than the original clothing. Can't wrap my mind around those. And yes, I did not draw a real horse like in the original card, but I feel like chess is really vibing with Black Butler in general. Especially with the very dichotomy of Sebastian = Black Butler, Charles = White Butler.

I hope you like it !

Cards of Devil, Death, Three of Swords, Knight of Swords, Hierophant, Hermit and Wheel of Fortune are done. Don't hesitate to ask for more !

[robborne]

i’m kinda tempted to try pumpkin spice and see what it tastes like hmmm

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

(Shy Theorist Anon here! I'm gonna explain who I voted for.)

So judging by the silhouette the Fake didn't have any horns or other unique features like fuzzy ears or the star-shaped moustache so that eliminates Spud, BB, 01008 and Rito. Which leaves us with Cake, Eglantine, Bello, Artie and Earl.

I eliminated Eglantine since she would've just thrown Bean or her smell would've been one of the things that they would've said about the person that growled at them.

Artie and Bello were both described as being kind or sweet so they were eliminated for me.

Now we haven't seen Earl before, but judging by their name and relaxed appearance. They seem to be based on Earl Grey Tea which meant that they probably wouldn't be so aggressive.

Which leaves us with Cake, who fits the silhouette, has been shown with sharp claws AND white eye-shine, and would growl like a mama bear if anyone came close to her and her baby.

That's why I voted for Cake.

(Hi Shy Theorist Anon!!! It is always so nice to hear from you!!!

As always, very interesting to read your reasoning for things! Even with the limited info I provided and just chucking in basically three new guys hehjhfd

But I see that you have read their bios on toyhou.se! Except for Earl bc I have not put him up there yet, but you are correct; his full name is Earl Grey Tea, and he is pretty chill hehe

And you are also correct about Rito, for he is very sleepy, in fact the only other image I have posted of him is him sleeping jdgjk

I do not have much more else to add, but it would be very funny if Bean was thrown by Eg, or Vitelotte tried to square up with them for being too scary for Spud jhgfkg)

[georgiapeach30513]

I know we know that Joshua and Emy get together so can we see how they got together, if you have time please?

Joshua and Emy!! Okay, so I have left subtle hints that Joshua is in fact a sex therapist. Emy is a children's therapist. Emy had a few years of discovering her sexual prowess, and one of her usual was Blade. Other Lo, Emy was the ONLY person that ever got to stay over, and got to sleep in Blade's bed. She had her eye on the prize, and one of those prizes was in fact Joshua Buchanan Barnes. She wanted to be experienced when she got with him. He's nine years older, more experienced, and a sex therapist. So let's look at when Emy came to intern at her Uncle Bucky's office...oh, Uncle Bucky and his son, Joshua's office 😏

🖤🖤🖤🖤

A Quiz on Monday

Summary:  Emy has a new job

Pairings:  Joshua X Emy

Rating:  Mild

Warnings:  language, implied eventual sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.7K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Emy Rogers Masterlist

Joshua walks towards his father’s office. While he has been in the business for awhile, sometimes he still gets stumped, and needs to see his dad. They worked similar but different fields of therapy. But still shared the practice. He doesn’t even give any attention to the new intern in his dad’s office, filing away a few things, just walks right past.

“So, dad, I had a question about,” when she closes the drawer, he finally turns and looks at her. “Oh,” he stutters. “I, uh, kinda need some privacy.”

“Why don’t you go down the road to the Drysdale’s café and bring some coffee. BB will know our order, and get whatever you like,” she gives him a nod, and quickly hurries out.

“Who’s that?”

“Emilia Rogers.”

“That was little Emy Rogers,” Joshua’s eyes still linger out the door, even though Emy was far gone. “What’s she doing here?”

Bucky settles back into his chair and gives his son a grin, “She’s interning.”

“Okay, but why here?” he finally looks at his father, still wondering if that was indeed the same girl that he remembered.

“Maybe because she’s going into psychology, dipshit.”

“Really?” he smirks at his father. “So Emy, she’s like smart smart.”

“Her father has a MD and her mother is a APRN. Had Marta wanted to become a doctor, she’d probably been better than Steve. I’m not following.”

“It’s nothing. So she’s, she’s like here-here? Indefinitely? An extended stay?”

“You have your predator eyes, son. Need I remind you, that she is Steve’s baby. His only daughter.”

“I always heard she had a crush on me,” he smirks, and Bucky slaps his hand. “Ow, what the hell was that for?”

“She was ten, you were nineteen, of course she had a crush on you. You…go work on one of your patients, and leave Emy out of this. She’s not a plaything. You can have any girl that you want. Don’t pursue that unless you want more than sex. You need to analyze yourself.”

“I know. But I take care of the women In my life…this is inappropriate to talk with you, and to talk about this at work.”

“See Bruce.”

Joshua rubs his chin and thinks a moment, “What’s she wanting to specialize in?”

“Children. Son, you don’t mix your playthings with family.”

“Hey!” he glares at his father, “She’s not actually family. Aster isn’t family, and…none of them are actually related to me. So quit making me sound like a jackass.”

��What just happened?” Bucky asks, but Joshua quits as soon as Emy returns.

“Mrs. Drysdale was there, and she wouldn’t allow me to pay or put this on your tab, which she said a computer thingy happened, and she has no idea how much you owe,” she hands the cup over to Bucky, and then the other to Joshua. “Um, she said that, uh, your medium roast should be up to temperature by the time I walked back.”

“I don’t,” Joshua starts laughing, “I don’t drink medium roast, nor do I want it at certain temperature. It’s an earl grey,” he winks at her and turns to walk off. “Nope, it’s a London fog. Miss Kitty make this?”

“Yeah,” Emy gulps. “I can take it back. I don’t actually know your order. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’m just going to visit Miss Kitty.”

Emy looks after the man, and then back at Bucky, “I didn’t know.”

“I believe, like most of you kids, Kitten has her own special way of talking to you. She talks to Joshua through tea. She apparently needed to see him. Don’t worry,” Emy gives him a nod, and stands there awkwardly. “What’s your poison?”

“Chai teas or milk teas. I really like boba. Um…”

“I’ll make sure you go on Wednesday’s to get you a boba tea then. That’s all for now. You can go study.”

“Dr. Barnes?” Bucky raises an eyebrow at her confused, “When I’m here, I will call you that,” he gives her a nod, and she starts again, “I don’t want special treatment because you know me. I’m here to learn. And I can’t if you don’t treat me like an intern.”

“I’ve never been much for the going and fetching that and this. It’s nice that you do that. But the going to get coffee and tea, that was for a private audience with my son. I promise, you will learn here. But I won’t you to deal with menial tasks. That is all Ms. Rogers.”

She gives him a head nod before turning and heading to her special spot. Trying to remind herself to pack some leggings since Bucky gave her a key to the office.

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Joshua marches into the cafe, and gives Kitten a nod, holding up his drink, “Oh, Joshie, I’m sorry, is there something wrong?” she smiles sweetly at him.

“London fog? What did I do this time?”

“You’re getting into cloudy water, uh, tea,” Joshua stands there looking at her dumbfounded. “For a sex therapist, you’re an idiot when it comes to relationships.”

“I’ve had relationships.”

“Sleeping with my daughter through college, minus when she got engaged to Scott doesn’t count. Has that been your longest relationship?” Joshua’s lack of answer gives her all the information she needs.

“Sweetheart, you’re a catch. You look like your dad, you’re smart, calm, fun, you take care of the woman,” Joshua clears his throat looking around. “Despite what you think, I have an open relationship with my daughters. Aster once she got comfortable was too comfortable. What I mean, is Emy isn’t Aster. You two don’t have a built in friendship. You’re older than her, and you have the ability to hurt her.”

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“I know that’s not what you intend to do. But you’re a man with eyes, and she’s gorgeous. She’s grown. She’s in your field, and you’ll be working with her a lot. She’ll pretend to be grown, but she’s a little girl with you. Even blushed when she told me to get you a drink. You hurt her, you’ll have all of us on your ass, and Marta is worse than Steve. She’s trying to impress Bucky, and trying to impress you in a different way.”

“Break ups happen.”

“Don’t let it be just sex, Joshie. You may go, here,” she hands him his usual earl grey tea. “Now, go. Remember what I said Joshua Buchanan Barnes.”

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Joshua tried. Nearly avoiding Emy at all costs. Miss Kitty was right, she wasn’t Aster, and if she had a crush, feelings were already involved. He couldn’t do that to her or their families.

Until the night he came back to the office to grab something really quick. Not knowing that his dad had given her a key, or made her a special studying area in a corner. Her hair a mess on top of her head, tight leggings, and an even smaller sports bra, pen in her mouth, while she reads in a text book.

He bites at his lip, telling himself to just stay away, but she wasn’t just Emy Rogers, she was Emilia. Grown. Beautiful. And even though she looked hot as hell in her tight little pencil skirts, hips that he just wants to grip tight, in this moment she was adorable, and he wanted to watch movies with her on the couch. He confused himself.

“Joshie, you don’t have to stand in the doorway looking confused,” she tells him without looking up from whatever she’s doing, “Uncle Bucky gave me access.”

“He put you in the floor and in a corner?”

She looks up at him with a smirk. Wisps of hair framing her face perfectly. “I’m not being punished,” he takes a deep gulp feeling his cock twitch in his pants. “He told me I could be wherever I wanted, I chose this. I work better in the floor.”

She stretches out and moves to lay on her stomach. The swell of her ass just needing to be smacked. He wasn’t sure if she knew what she was doing or not, but it was making him weak. “See, I can stretch out and get comfortable.”

Lifting up on her elbows, her tits almost spill out of that sports bra, and Joshua has to look away, “Can you help me with something or are you just getting something?”

“Uh, what do you need help with?” she jumps up quickly, sitting criss cross, and Joshua knows she’s doing it on purpose. Her thin sports bra showing the outline of her nipples, and the swells spill out a bit.

“Right here,” she points at the text, “what does that mean?”

Her eyes roll up to meet his, and the two of them pause a moment. “How old are you?”

“I am twenty-two, why? You realizing I’m not a little girl?”

“Yeah, a bit.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Nope. Not at all.”

Emy gives him a little giggle, her hand slyly runs over her tit, and Joshua bites his tongue, “I learned a lot when I grew up. I hope to learn more from interning.”

“I bet you did,” he smirks. “I’m sure I could…I could teach you some things.”

“Perhaps. Or maybe I could teach you some things.”

“What happened to that shy girl a couple of weeks ago?”

Emy gives him a chuckle, but changes her face, “You mean the one that spoke softly around you, and she, uh, kinda, um couldn’t find her words?”

“Yep.”

“I should really get back to studying. Thanks for your help.”

Joshua nods, and begins to get up, but stops, “I didn’t help you with anything.”

“You helped me with everything. Like I said, I can teach you some things Joshie.”

“Are we talking about the same thing?”

“Im talking about sitting in your lap, while you quiz me, and if I get it right, you thrust up into my needy cunt. Is that what you were thinking about?”

“I am now. But I was thinking about fucking you on my desk.”

“Simple is nice, too. Have a good evening Joshie. I’m here every night, and I have a quiz Monday. I might need help studying.”

Joshua gives her another nod. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was trouble. And he liked it. The appeal of jt going on at the office, and knowing what she tasted like, while he had his weekly meetings with his dad drove him nuts. But he also couldn’t wait until he was balls deep in her. Couldn’t wait to taste her. Couldn’t wait to lick every inch of her body. And that is not something he normally did. He was breaking the rules for little Emy Rogers. But he knows, that needy cunt will be worth it.

Masterlist

[aquanova99]

Iced Lemon Tea, Green Tea, Earl Grey

📝I’m taking notes, buddy

Iced Lemon Tea : Favorite song/band?

At the moment it’s Taylor Swift’s Mr. Perfectly Fine, and band has to be Seventeen

Green Tea : How tall are you?

5’5 bb

Earl Gray : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action?

We have a few firearms thanks to the scary state of the world today and probably hunker down and carefully try and scavenge enough to survive. But realistically I’m not lasting without AC I’m a princess 😅

[hoelex0513love]

★插畫繪本風-AlicemisA心夢幻鏡-公爵夫人-布丁杯舞台-hoelex

蘇菲公爵夫人Sophie Duchess本名：蘇菲.格雷Sophie Grey，大鼻Boy的母親，脾氣不好，在白城擁有貴族爵位，紅白才藝賽主辦人，

建立布丁杯舞台支撐著紅心與白城的對立壓力，夢器為公爵格雷茶起司蛋糕耳環。代表甜點：公爵格雷茶起司蛋糕(Earl Grey Cheese Cake)

大鼻BOY男爵 Big nose Boy本名：艾瑞克.格雷Erik Grey，紅白才藝賽製作人，外表像馬鈴薯，擁有頭大鼻大唇厚的醜陋樣貌，從前暗戀著粉紅MOMO。

夢器精靈是BB鳥，夢器是提拉米蘇鑰匙。代表甜點：提拉米蘇(Tiramisu)

青蛙桑Frog Matcha本名：日末茶先生(Matcha)，一隻200公分高挑的青蛙，個性怪裡怪氣瘋瘋癲癲，平常是販售舊鞋換新鞋的協商，

私下為情報者，目前兼任才藝賽舞蹈評審導師，經常推著行動店面車商號「抹茶青蛙鞋商Frog Matcha」穿梭紅白兩地，喜歡找尋舊味道，

口號舊鞋換新鞋，夢器為抹茶千層派三角環。代表甜點：抹茶千層派(MatchaMelaleuca Pie)

雞噗犬 GPO Dog：青蛙桑養的小狗，只會發出GPO(雞噗)的聲音因此叫『雞噗犬』，看似一副傻呆樣，卻是頭腦靈活的得力小幫手，協助主人搜尋情報。

獨角女Unicorn本名：舒芙蕾Soufflé，紅心才藝賽練習生，個性大姐頭、豪放，擅長說唱，常被人當成男人婆，

但卻存有一顆少女心，擅長用夢力傳導說唱。夢器是舒芙蕾長刀與彩虹獨角舒芙蕾餐刀。代表甜點：彩虹獨角獸舒芙蕾(Rainbow Unicorn Soufflé)

獅男Lion Man本名：埃克爾斯Eccles，紅心才藝賽練習生，獨角女的跟班之一，喜歡學獨角女耍狠，夢器是埃克爾斯火焰三叉槍與埃克爾斯餡餅叉。

代表甜點：埃克爾斯餡餅 (Eccles Cake)

叮噹兄弟Jingle brothers本名：番紅花圓叮與番紅花圓噹，布丁杯墊底任務訓練生，兩人平常喜歡一搭一唱與接龍，

因不會夢力協助墊底任務來增加訓練生優越感，與渡渡鳥、鯨頭鸛合稱萬年F組，夢器是一上一下的番紅花鈴鐺，合起來就能變成番紅花麵包鈴鐺。代表甜點：番紅花圓麵包 Saffron Buns。

PAC網址連結：https://www.picassocert.com/Silk_Road/modern/AlicemisA

CxC心夢幻鏡小說：https://cxc.today/zh/store/alicemisa/work/7767

#插畫繪本風

#AlicemisA

#心夢幻鏡

#布丁杯舞台

#蘇菲公爵夫人

#大鼻BOY男爵

#青蛙桑

#雞噗犬

#獨角女

#獅男

#叮噹兄弟

[pop-punklouis]

Ask game: 37 and 45 ???? :)

thank uuuuu bb ☀️

37. do you shop at thrift stores?

most of my closet has come from a thrift store or antique store!

45. favorite tea?

ooo earl grey or raspberry green tea

[bugsyfics]

bugsy’s

✧ masterlist ✧

BLACK BUTLER

Come For Me, Darling (Sebastian Michaelis x Reader) Part 1 - You devise a plan to get what you want from Sebastian, but it doesn’t seem to work in your favor. 18+

Come For Me, Darling (Sebastian Michaelis x Reader) Part 2 18+

The Flower Who Bloomed (Undertaker x Reader) Part 1 - You’re introduced to Undertaker—in the oddest way of course. Undertaker hints at some deviltry going on with a servant in black, and he teaches you a little life lesson of sorts. 18+

The Flower Who Bloomed (Undertaker x Reader) Part 2 - Undertaker requests for another visit with Y/N despite the conflict he is causing. 18+

Paper Cut (Sebastian Michaelis x Reader)

Immune to Sebastian’s Charms (Seb x Reader)

Prompt 3 List 2 (Sebastian Michaelis x Reader)

Prompts for Undy, Seb, and Ciel

headcanons

Cuddling with Sebastian

Undertaker’s kinks 18+

Sebastian reacting to cosplayers on TikTok

Claude and Sebastian getting sick

Sebastian and Claude’s reaction to their friend being insulted

Sebastian cockwarming hcs 18+

Thigh riding on the earl 18+

Sebastian as a sub 18+

Undertaker with a virgin s/o 18+

Claude and Seb’s reaction to their children falling in love

How Undertaker would dirty talk 18+

Ciel and Seb’s reaction to you getting into your dream college

Who in BB would genuinely fall in love

Undertaker with a s/o who picks at their skin

Undertaker with a cheating s/o 18+

Sebastian sleepy morning sex hcs 18+

Undertaker catching his s/o masturbating 18+

Sebastian dirty talk hcs 18+

Sebastian with a gore obsessed gn!s/o

Undertaker showering with his s/o 18+

Undertaker’s reaction to Othello crushing on his s/o

How Undertaker shows he’s in the mood

S/o bothers Sebastian while he’s working

Undertaker’s love language

MARVEL

Sweet Treat (Tony Stark x Black!Reader) - Tony brings a surprise for you, but there’s a catch—he wants something in return. 18+

Your Love Holds Me Together (Tony Stark x Reader) - Tony pries when your mind seems to be occupied by something else.

Prompt 6 List 2 (Tony Stark x Reader)

Crushing on Each Other (Tony Stark x Agent! Reader)

headcanons

Sugar daddy Tony Stark

THE WALKING DEAD

Who Does It Belong To? (Negan x OC) - Harlow can’t stand the unbearable Georgia heat and Negan isn’t very helpful when asked to do something about it. 18+

Little Lamb (Negan x Reader) - You see how dangerous Negan can really be, but your lust for him makes it difficult to pass up on an eventful opportunity. 18+

Just a Tease (Negan x Reader) - It’s the Fourth of July and you’re confronted by an old family friend. 18+

In Too Deep (Dark!Negan x Reader) - Negan’s punishment ends up being much darker than you hoped for expected. 18+

Compulsion (Dark!Negan x Reader) 18+

BLACK CLOVER

Trust Me, I Know (Zora Ideale x Reader) - Y/N mourns the death of her dog and Zora tries to comfort her.

Afraid of the Dark (Yami Sukehiro x Reader) - After attempting to cope with your fear, Yami brings you to a simple realization.

Could’ve Just Asked (Yami Sukehiro x Reader) - After touching one of Captain Yami’s most prized possessions, Y/N finds herself on thin ice. 18+

Two Can Be Better Than One (Fuegoleon Vermillion x Reader x Nozel Silva) 18+

The Wrong Outfit (Julius Novachrono x Reader) - Y/N can’t help but feel hot and bothered from her previous encounter with the Wizard King. 18+

Would You Like for Me to Continue? (Nozel Silva x Reader) - You learn the repercussions of back talking your captain. 18+

headcanons

Grey Deer Julius

Reaction to their s/o getting a tattoo/piercing

MISCELLANEOUS

Kinktober Masterlist ‘21

Updated: 1/4/22

— bugs

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Something Held | Feeding Habits Update #8

Hi all!

Not me not realizing it’s been 3 months since I posted a Feeding Habits update hahahahahaha. Today let’s chat chapter nine, SOMETHING HELD. This also marks the last chapter in Harrison’s POV so prepare to say goodbye to this icon!  TW: body horror, mental illness, trauma

Just a reminder: This is my original work and plagiarism of any form will not be tolerated.

Scene outline, excerpts & a little reflection on making difficult decisions that my not particularly benefit the book but benefit you as the writer under the cut because this update is GIGANTIC.

General taglist (please ask to be added or removed):

@if-one-of-us-falls, @qatarcookie, @chloeswords, @alicewestwater, @laughtracksonata, @shylawrites, @ev–writes, @jaydewritesfiction, @jennawritesstories @eowynandfaramir, @august-iswriting​, @aetherwrites​

Scene Breakdown

Scene A:

It has been two weeks since Lonan found Harrison at his shared apartment with Suzanna and things are getting strange. Lonan and Suz are getting closer, Harrison is getting more distant and slowly losing it. One morning, Harrison wakes hearing Lonan and Suz’s laughter, and crawls to the kitchen to investigate. When he reaches them, Suz is evening out Lonan’s hacked haircut and they’re both sobbing.

Scene B:

Shortly after this bizarre encounter, Suzanna steps out of the apartment for a breather because her son is sort of terrifying her! So Lonan and Harrison double-team to clean up Lonan’s hair shavings. Harrison begins eating the hair while Lonan stares and they have a conversation about the state of their friendship.

Scene Ba:

This scene is gross and confusing! More hair is ingested. My god.

Scene Bb:

After the above ordeal, both boys rinse off because they’ve been rolling?? around?? in??? hair?? but also?? things don’t stop being a little gross

Scene C:

An air of calm finally settles over the apartment. Lonan brews earl grey tea for him and Harrison to share and Harrison asks if he abandoned Lonan in the final chapter of Moth Work. Lonan doesn’t really answer this question so Harrison continues on his confused, but finally lucid (one-sided) conversation, admitting he understands he burdens his mother, who still has not returned. They circle back to the question of abandonment and Lonan answers Harrison the way he wants to be answered (yes), and this is a moment of freeing, where he feels some sort of responsibility in this irresponsible new life he’s led in NYC. They sort of agree to be friends again.

Scene D:

The boys head into the city to find Suzanna, heading to a bakery near the Hudson River. Lonan drives in his used car, a strange experience since Harrison has not seen him drive in years. Taking the opportunity, he searches through the car and finds a map in the glove compartment. The map is erratically scribbled over and it takes him to moment to realize this is Lonan’s map and the first indication that Lonan, who he has assumed is this stable, perfect person, is not as unscathed as he seems.

The boys pass the waterfront and Lonan nearly crashes the car into an oncoming truck. Harrison regains control of the vehicle tucking them into a side street. Shaken, Lonan apologizes for the mess he’s created both physically from his nosebleed and between Harrison and his mother, which gets Harrison a little antsy because he doesn’t like the suggestion that he’s going to leave. Lonan clarifies, stating he won’t if that’s what Harrison wants.

Scene E:

Later, everyone is back at home and Harrison wakes up to a Lonan-less bed. He gets up to investigate the strange dripping coming from the bathroom and opens the door to find Lonan precariously teetering over a sink filled with water. Harrison, concerned, moves him away and tries to ask why Lonan is presumably going underwater, but doesn’t push. They both stand on opposite sides of the bathroom until the sun rises.

My process:

Honestly, writing this chapter was a huge up and down. The first half of it came much easier to me, but the rest was a literal hellfire to get through. I think I was incredibly fatigued with writing in Harrison’s POV as I’d been writing it since June (I finished this chapter in either December or January). This book has been a pain in the ass to write despite me liking what it is, and I really think it being the only place I’ve physically “gone” since the pandemic makes it even harder to write. I felt claustrophobic in Harrison’s POV since I’ve been writing it for half a year, and in a lil ~breakdown~ my beautiful sister reminded me of something she’d previously told me, “it's not about what works, it's about what you want”.

Let’s chat about this for a sec! I think I was watching a Harmony Nice video on her “hard-to-swallow” self-care, and she basically outline (I’m paraphrasing here) that it’s critical we care for ourselves in ways that might not necessarily be easy to do. Honestly, leaving Harrison’s POV is one of those hard-to-swallow self-care things I literally had to do because my mental health was not happy with me! Y’all know my boys are very close to me, and I’m not picking favourites but Lonan is 2500 times easier for me to write with at the moment. I think Harrison’s situation and how he deals with it is much too similar to mine but in a way that is difficult to place (Lonan and I are unfortunately similar but in a way that is easier for me to understand about myself!). From the beginning of writing his POV I’ve been in Struggleville, but kept pushing through hoping the next chapter would be “the one”. Not to burst my own bubble but there is no such thing in the state of mind I was in! I was pushing myself to find something that doesn’t exist because my brain was really not equipped to do what I needed it to do. I really, really did not want to quit on Harrison’s POV, but I had to, not because I don’t like him (he’s my baby) but because I needed a moment to myself. I felt way too seen in ways I don’t really know how to address in myself, so writing him was horribly frustrating at all times (my fault, not his).

My characters really do live in my head rent-free lol. They live in there! They take up space! They take up energy! They take up concentration, and resources I need for myself! Empathy is so integral to my process, that I give a little part of myself in everything I write. This is a blessing because I really get to dig my heels into the mind of another person, but a curse because I’m not a machine (and sometimes I forget that). It is a lot of emotional energy and labour to give everything you have to fictional people. I don’t think an artist needs to be tortured to create good art (this is not it!) but I never truly practiced this well? In my attempt to be empathetic, I was torturing myself a little bit, not going to lie!

So to combat this, I decided I needed a change. Hence, this chapter is imperfect and probably needs some stuff added to it, and while I’ve only written little of Lonan’s second POV, I’m feeling a lot better! It’s nice to get “outside” in a different place lmao this is so sad (pandemic writing things).

Excerpts:

I wrote the beginning of this in a livestream I hosted on my YouTube channel! There’s also a shoutout here to my dragon tree Lisa <3 miss u boo

Two weeks go by. Lonan sleeps on the couch. Harrison wakes up at dawn—no earlier, no later. Suzanna buys a plant: a Madagascar dragon tree she names Lisa. June grows into the collar. Lonan plays sudoku in the newspaper. Harrison learns to bake focaccia, gluten-free, whole wheat. Suzanna learns to palm read, tells Lonan he’s experienced great betrayal (they stop the reading immediately; Lonan goes back to the newspapers). Harrison begins burning incense at sunrise—frankincense. The dragon tree nearly dies (Lonan saves it). It rains every weekday that contains the letter T. Lonan shifts stacks of soggy newspapers onto the breakfast table, answers crosswords with the help of Suzanna (four across, nine letters, Something held). Harrison burns a baguette. Suzanna buys a hanging basket of pothos. The power goes out for two days and the icebox floods the kitchen tile (Lonan mops it with old newspapers, the ink running like jellyfish). June barks for the first time. Harrison eats a bundle of dried bay leaves. Suzanna waters the plants with rainwater, icewater, wrung into a coffee tin. Harrison leaves the stove on while sautéing shallots (he eats them whole). Lonan wakes up feverish and fills out four newspaper crosswords, then falls asleep on the coffee table. Suzanna moulds panna cotta in coffee mugs and shares the batch with Lonan when they won’t tip out. Lonan teaches her how to propagate the pothos and soon they have twenty empty cans of cuttings poking from the windowsills. They rearrange the furniture, the couch facing the kitchen instead of the TV, the dining table right outside the bathroom, then put it all back the next day. They birdwatch from the tiny window with binoculars and a magnifying glass. They sort coupons. Whittle soaps. Watch Norwegian films without the subtitles. Discuss cliff diving. Make matching anklets (blue beads, elastic string, the plastic clacking how Harrison knows they’re coming). All of this they do as Harrison lies on his bed for two weeks, counting the corners of his ceiling and trying to determine a way to multiply them telepathically.

This is the very next paragraph!

At first he assumes they’re laughing. The sun nearly rising between other high rises, blotting his room with dawn. This is not a surprise. They are probably making pancakes out of buckwheat and discussing the hilarity of whole grains. They are probably laughing at store-bought cherry preserves. Too sour. Their cheeks puckered. But then the laughs get louder, and the sun rises higher and it’s not laughing at all, but gasping.

Here’s Harrison crawling!! is this straight out of the exorcist probably!

Harrison’s instinct is to crawl. As if his smallness against the ground will stop anyone from hearing him, even before he unlocks his door. On hands and knees he shuffles from his bed to his doorframe, edges the door open with his shoulder. On hands and knees he hikes through the hallway, the gasping getting louder, shuffling until he sees them. Lonan sitting on one of the kitchen stools, a grocery bag wound around his throat. Suzanna clacking scissors in two hands so their blades ping in the sun. Her fingers loped around his hair, knuckle-deep, the blades snipping, the gasps growing, them both sobbing, the hair falling, the sun stalking, their bodies rocking. Harrison takes it in from his crawl. Experiences it all on his knees.

So this excerpt seems really you know, normal:

They clean up the hair. Harrison with the dustpan, Lonan with the broom. Harrison still kneels. Lonan still cries. The only thing that has changed since crawling into the kitchen is that Suzanna is taking a walk around the apartment complex. She needs air. Room. If she cries long enough, a cigarette. So Lonan sweeps. Harrison collects. This repeats.

The kitchen smells of nutmeg. Freshly grated from a whole club over espresso, Harrison imagines. He smells this as he tracks Lonan with the dustpan, hovering its open belly for clippings of hair. And Lonan is so compliant, brushes cuttings of himself onto the plastic surface so Harrison can trash it. As Harrison looks on from his knees, Lonan diffuses in sunlight, the window illuminating only his edges. A body so familiar Harrison knows exactly where it flares with light or absorbs it. A body with skin like mulberry silk. A body he could recreate in charcoal with his eyes closed. His archangel translucent and luminescing.

Skip this excerpt if you don’t want to read about Harrison eating hair!! i’m sorry!

Harrison picks a bundle of fallen hair from the dustpan. It’s airy from being recently shampooed, smells faintly of pear, maybe even ginger. This hair, touched by a woman, or a few women, and cut by one, or a few, in different contexts. Eliza’s hands deveining the roots, and then Suzanna’s, trying to fix them. So Harrison eats it. That bundle like a toothpicked cube of cheese. He puts it in his mouth and swallows.

Lonan watches like he’s unconcerned. He watches this feral animal—Harrison must be something feral, starved of something and ravaged by that hunger. Chewing mouthfuls of hair like that will quell of him of what is missing, if there even is anything missing, something unidentifiable in this bland circuit of New York City, this time-loop of sonhood, this fresh start a dousing of flatness. As Harrison eats, he understands he consumes that something like it’s holy communion, reuniting with that something by absorbing it. And still, that hunger moves him, from finishing the dustpan of hair, and closer to Lonan.

“Do you think I’m a bad friend?” Harrison asks, wringing the corner of his lips clean from loose hairs. From this perspective, Harrison on his knees collecting hair, Lonan’s eyes look bluer. Maybe their saturation has nothing to do with the angle, but Harrison feels this is true; his eyes are so crystalline, they are temptingly edible. Like two plump blueberries. Or a matching set of clear glass marbles. Harrison swallows. He repeats, “Do you think I’m a bad friend?”

Lonan swallows, adjusts his grip on the broom. “We’d have to be friends for me to answer that.”

“Aren’t we?”

And here’s the rest of this scene!

“You’re my mother’s friend,” Harrison says. “She trusts you.” He crawls closer to Lonan. “You’ve got secrets. Rituals. Tell me her favourite finger-food and who she wants to marry.”

“I don’t know your mother that well.”

Harrison wraps a handle around Lonan’s ankle. A muscle there jumps like a dolphin breaching the water. He’s memorized this plane of skin, could rebuild it from single grains of sand while blindfolded. He furls his hands across its surface, unfurls.

“You garden with her,” Harrison says. “You share a plate for dessert.”

“She’s kind to me.”

“You cook her breakfast.” Harrison tugs on Lonan’s ankle, knowing it won’t raze him, knowing he’ll come down anyway. “You know the exact temperature she drinks her coffee down to the last digit.”

“I’m trying to be hospitable.”

“You’re trying to be a son.”

Lonan kneels. Crouching so they’re huddled over each other, so it’s nearly impossible to distinguish one body from the other, which one sinks, which one rises.

“My mother’s only got one son to live with,” Harrison says, his voice thin from a clogged throat. He reaches for Lonan’s scalp, scrapes a line down the centre, now an even plane of cropped hair. “And it isn’t me.”

“You’re unstable,” Lonan says, burrowing his face either into a cabinet or Harrison’s shoulder—neither can tell. “You won’t let yourself have friends.”

Farther, toward the tile they go, a pile of hair scattering. “My mother wants me to forgive you by replacing me with you.”

“She’s grieving,” Lonan says.

Harrison loses his hands. He doesn’t know where they disappear to, if he touches skin or tile. “I haven’t died,” he says. Skin or tile. Skin or tile.

Here’s an excerpt from scene C ft. this memoir bit from the time I was shocked that this university I visited had real FANCY teabags:

Lonan brews tea. Earl grey, from a tin. Harrison doesn’t know why he expects it to come from a bag. An individual paper sachet, or if he’s lucky, one of those fancy ones woven from nylon. But it’s from a tin. Two teaspoons into the bottom of a single mug they pass back and forth, wordless at the kitchen table. Strung in the bathroom, Harrison’s t-shirt hang-dries, nearly figure-like, an unfilled phantom. He tugs a throw around his shoulders and stares at his hands. Each crest of cuticle. Each bulb of knuckle. Each maze of fingerprints.

He is material. This is fact. Not just outlines. He’s got skin that goes pinkish when pinched, a pulse that juts from his wrist, two eyes that burn at the scent of lavender, ten fingers. But as he holds his hands up, studying them in the faint moonlight, it is difficult to believe his tangibility. In the city, he has lived as a haze. Fogging over grocery stores, eateries, nondescript. Fresh start has always implied an air of zest, a zing that should have fueled him to plant roots in this restart. But Harrison is rotten, aphid infected, overwatered, underwatered, then not watered at all. He flexes his fingers. He pops the joints. He tries to press his pinkie to the back of his hand. But none of this brings him back to himself. His hands continue feeling like someone else’s. His body invisibly marred in some way he can’t reverse, disconnected in retaliation.

Harrison reflecting on his relationship with his mother:

Suzanna has never left him alone this long, and to her detriment. He imagines her now, living the life she always should’ve lived, the life she lived before he crosscut his way to her most important thing. She’s probably at a salon, having her hair twirled with a round brush, making dinner reservations at some place always too expensive for two (extra points if it has a French name, more if she has to wait a half hour before getting a table). When she talks to her stylist, she doesn’t mention a son, but plans to travel up the west coast, all the way into Canada if she’s feeling adventurous. She’ll buy crime novels she’ll never read at duty-free, reapply a lipstick that cost her a paycheck in the reflection of a hand-dryer. After the salon, she’ll meet a woman at a wine bar, converse about children, and still not mention a son. Suzanna’s singleness will be a celebration.

The boys finally trucing it out <3

When Harrison finally opens his eyes, Lonan is staring at him. His eyes two reels of the Pacific. They cycle in blue. So much of him has changed, and yet he is still the same. Beyond the haircut, Lonan isn’t that much different. He can’t be much different. But as Harrison searches, splaying his palm on the wet table, he knows this is untrue. Lonan is hollower than he was last summer. A little more haunted. They have this in common, then.

“Can we be friends?” Harrison asks. With his pinkie, he finds himself writing against the damp table just as he did Lonan’s scalp not too long ago. Lonan’s gaze follows each loop of each letter, Harrison’s steady left hand.

Lonan is consumed studying what Harrison has written, where each letter connects in near-cursive scrawl. After a moment, he nods, once, twice, and then reverts to staring at the table’s new inscription. On its surface are two words: something held.

The boys in the car like old times <3

Lonan drives. This is strange because Harrison has not seen Lonan drive a car in over a year. Usually, Harrison takes the wheel, but tonight he guides them through the city, in search of Suzanna. His car is clean. This isn’t unexpected. A cherry-coloured hatchback that rattles whenever he makes a left turn. It smells vaguely of cotton air-freshener and the undercurrent of cigarettes.

“You still smoke?” Harrison pokes at the plastic nob for the radio, and it crackles to life. Synth and electric guitar pulse in 4/4 time.

“I bought it used.”

They’ve agreed to get to know one another while they search for Suzanna. Another restart, some attempt at an honest hour. As Lonan changes lanes, Harrison pokes open the car’s glove compartment. A tin of nicotine gum falls on the mat. A hot pink feather pokes from underneath the driver’s manual. Harrison hauls out both, runs the feather along the gum tin, then the back of his hand, and then Lonan’s cheek. When that rouses nothing, he unlocks the tin and removes a slit of gum. Right as he’s about to pop it in his mouth, Lonan says, “I wouldn’t eat that.”

“Why?” Harrison asks. “Did you lace it?”

“Like I said, I bought the car used.”

Harrison puts the gum back, and then the feather. He sticks his hand farther into the glove compartment, feels around until he drags out a map of the state, bilgy and half torn. He unfolds it, careful to avoid the rips, and flattens it against the dashboard. Almost immediately, it wilts against the cold, faded from time in the sun. It’s been marked up. Half with pencil, half with a red ballpoint pen. After a few minutes, Harrison understands the previous owner’s route. Or at least he does at first. Following the red pen arrows, they started at Long Island, then reached Manhattan. Then a much longer arrow takes him from Manhattan to Geneva, and then Buffalo. And then the red pen circles, once, twice, three times, four times, and what is in the centre doesn’t even have a city name. What it does say is HELP, in all-caps, each letter then melting into an illegible scrawl. Harrison sees bits of words: Luke, woe, hands, clay, guard, stray, each wobbly and disappearing into the other, becoming cities of their own, destroying others. He tries to understand the route, but the farther he pours over the map, recircling each line with his finger, the more lost he gets in the ink.

“Is this your map?” Harrison asks. There is no proof that it is. Even the handwriting is all wrong. Ragged. Confused. Desperate. Not like Lonan’s careful, hesitant print.

“Like I said, I bought the car used.”

“But is it your map?” Harrison asks again. Gently, he creases the paper and then slots it back into the glove compartment. Outside, they pass three convenience stores in a row, a flock of couples emerging from a bowling alley, tipsy and cradling leftover deep dish pizzas and mozzarella sticks. They pass two more convenience stores before Lonan finally answers.

“I was confused,” he says.

“This is more than confused,” Harrison says. “It’s disturbed.”

“I’m not disturbed.”

“But something is wrong with you.”

Lonan slows at a crosswalk. A group of teenaged girls whisk by in glitter and lip gloss.

“Yes,” he says.

This is Harrison trying to stop Lonan’s nosebleed after their bizarre swerve which I think is kind of <3 tendy <3

Harrison reaches for him. One hand on the back of his neck, and the other reared toward the red stream. His touch is tactful, so faint his fingerprints wouldn’t even be left behind, but still, the dabbing with his jacket’s hem is enough to redirect the blood’s flow from Lonan’s upper lip to the cuff of leather. The radio is still on, garbled like an unmassing of crepe paper lanterns.

This is the final excerpt for this update that takes us to the very end of the chapter! Harrison has just found Lonan supposedly head-first in the sink and though he asks at first why he is doing that, takes an alternate approach as the chapter closes:

Harrison gets up, his knees popping like gnawed bubble gum. He decides he will handle Lonan at a distance, if he chooses to handle him at all. Like a timid pet owner trying to tame their suddenly-rabid yorkie. Like a friend not trying to tip the full glass. To let its contents film at its surface, but never spill.

Somewhere in the apartment, Suzanna probably listens to them. If Harrison didn’t know her better, he’d imagine her pressed neatly against the door, waiting to hear the shuffle of their bodies or the tang of an argument. Instead, he imagines her at the kitchen table, gripping a glass of water for so long, half of it evaporates.

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” Harrison says, stepping back until his spine hits the counter’s lip. He curls his fingers under the granite. Looks toward the window, now a faint periwinkle. Lonan heaves. His fingers caging his face, an animal restrained. They stand there until the sun rises.

So that’s it for this gigantic update! I have like four short stories to update you on so I hope to be back soon!

—Rachel

[kurorealciel]

RCMT HEADCANONS LET'S GOOOOOo

Just like Our!Ciel in the Murder arc, the Queen decided to get ride of Vincent and gave this job to Ciel instead of her butler (Earl Grey) to see if he's a worthy substitution. However, he couldn't kill his brother after stabbing Tanaka so he fucked up.

After Frances's talk with Vin, the latter decided to place his lil poor child under a secret but hellish training in the underworld which O!C didn't know about. He grew to hate his parents and planned to KILL THEM ALL TO THE VERY LAST ONE OF THEM (hello, Eren) except his brother ofc but he fucked up.

The attacker was inhumane creature and it possessed/tricked Ciel. And he fucked up.

The attacker forced Ciel to cooperate in the promise of sparing the twins.

Vincent worked with shadowy creatures (pls yana VAMPIRES pls) and that backfired somehow OR it was Ciel who sort of engaged with one of them and things went south.

Ciel eavesdropped on Vin's convo with [insert name] which was about sending his brother away because Ciel is too obsessed with him and he'll be his weak point in the future so Ciel showed them just how obsessed he really is.

Lol he's yandere.

Okay, I am out of ideas. If I don't see any fanfic about this soon, I will spam BB hashtags with R!C's panels I swear-

[kuebiko-kei]

About Me

Nickname: Kuebi

Personality Type: INTP 5w6

Zodiac: Aries

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Languages: German, English, Japanese

Favourites

Creative Hobbies: Drawing, Writing, and Tinkering with Computers

Athletic Hobbies: Hiking and Taekwondo

Media: Dragon Ball, DC comics (“Batfam” and select characters), Genshin, Cyberpunk 2077 and Final Fantasy (VII, XIII, XV)

Music: Indie/Alt, Rock (All subgenres), Dance/Electronic, and 1960s to current

Food: Asian cuisine

Drink: Tea

Favourite Colours: Forest Green and Black

Holiday: Halloween

Season: Autumn

Dislikes

Food: Shrimp, peanut butter, brussel sprouts, and squash

Season: Summer

Drink: Coffee, Hot Chocolate, Soda, and Milk

The Latest

Current Videogames

Genshin Impact (outing myself)

Cyberpunk 2077

Arkham Knight (I replay the Arkham Series a lot)

The Sims 4

Minecraft

Current Favourite Teas

Arabic Earl Grey

Lavender Earl Grey

Sencha

Activities

That Genshin grind fr

I’m watching Bleach for the first time

Drawing Character Concepts

Interesting Things

I’m allergic to Mint

I have an intolerance to all meat except fish

My comfort temperature is 10C/50F. I start to sweat when it’s warmer than 14C/57F. It’s a genetic thing

I drink tea as a religion

I had a severe addiction to energy drinks, starting at the age of 11 then ending at 20, and stopped when I had too many hospital visits for various issues caused by drinking about 6 to 11 monsters or redbulls a day. I would finish one and immediately open another

I’ve lived in more than one country. In the US, I was in the South-Western of Washington State the longest, but I’ve lived in other states too.

My bbs and besties:

@scanndan @howtolaundermoneyorg @kitsunemori-kei

Side blogs:

@batfamalignmentcharts @thebookoftimdrake

Genshin UIDs:

NA 659864768

EU 737590534

Chatting encouraged! Nuke my asks

[bound-writings]

could I get pomerate and earl grey tea with mitsuba please?

hI YES BB OF COURSE,, IM SORRY IF THIS ASS AND SORRY FOR THE WAIT LOVE U BTW

Mitsuba - Pomegranate And Earl Grey Tea

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

You sat in front of him in your mathematics class, and he tapped you on your shoulder, beckoning for your attention.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Mitsuba Sousuke, I hope we can be friends as we’ll be sitting in name order for a while.”

You looked the pink haired boy up and down, and hesitantly placed your hand in his. His hands were warm and soft to the touch, no calluses like you’d expect from a boy. And this Mitsuba boy was quite cute too, but something about his personality made you feel like you’ve been deceived somehow. You meekly nodded in acceptance and an almost sickenly sweet smile appeared on the boy’s features.

The bell rang and everyone quickly filed out of the classroom for lunch. You stood on your tippy-toes to try and find a puff of pink hair blending in with the other students. You didn’t have a wide variety of friends yourself, and the boy did intrigue you (plus he was cute) so perhaps he wouldn’t mind if you got to know him better? He did ask if you two could be friends so it was like you were intruding, right?

Hastily grabbing your wrapped bento, you hurried after the boy, following his bright pink look he sported so you wouldn’t get separated. Curiously you trailed behind, trying not to look like a stalker, until you realized you were already at the roof. It was a nice day, the cool breeze gently flowed against your body, making your hair sway. Mitsuba sat down, his back against the wall, as he tinkered with something in his lap. A camera. 

Apparently you’d been staring too long because he noticed you and his shoulders jumped. Ah shit, now you had to explain yourself before you looked like a creep.

“W-why hello there Mitsuba-kun! Nice day we’re having, right!?” you asked, smoothing out the wrinkles on your clothing, trying not to look at him. You could feel his eyes boring into you.

“Anyway, I just wanted to see if we could maybe spend our lunch time together? After all you did say you would like to be friends with me right? See, I even got my bento ready here and everything-” you paused midway, glancing at his face for any reaction. He was biting his lip, as if he was trying to hold himself back from saying something.

“Y’know, Mitsuba-kun, is something bothering you? In class today, your smile didn’t look quite right if you ask me. Almost as if it was forced-” you stopped as you heard a soft voice.

“Hmm? Repeat that, Mitsuba-kun?”

“Shut up, you squeaky voice having ass.”

You froze almost comically, processing what Mitsuba said.

“Have you been breathing in too much helium?! Because your voice certainly is squeakier than a rubber duck!”

You were speechless. Mitsuba rose.

“You stalker! Crazy! Dumbass! Because I’m so cute, you want to befriend me only to threaten to spread fake rumors about me! Just because I’m so adorable, doesn’t mean you can have your way with me!” Mitsuba panted after his outburst, sending a glare to you.

(Your face was like ö)

Your mouth was open and eyes widened. Well, looks like you’ve discovered the real Mitsuba Sousuke!

“Hmpt! And the stalker isn’t gonna say a word-”

You burst out laughing, trying to contain your loud guffaws as you grabbed the sides of your stomach, walking over to the cocky boy. He stepped back, his sleeve covering his mouth as he watched you in disdain and a hint of surprise that you were actually still here.

You slid down the wall and patted the space next to you, as you tried to control your chuckles.

“I didn’t expect that from someone like you, Mitsuba-kun! But I think I like the real you better than the fake one, ya know. Come sit here.”

Mitsuba hesitantly inched towards you, and sat down quite far from you. You pouted, sliding over until you bumped shoulders to him.

“You don’t need to be so cold, Mitsuba-kun! I want to be your friend and get to know you. I’m sure you can get those words through that cute head of yours,” you giggled, fluttering your lashes.

Mitsuba froze. Your face was so close to his. He could see your pretty features, long lashes, plush lips, blushy cheeks. (Not cuter than his of course.)

“G-get away from me, you pervert!”

That is how you got to know Mitsuba. And that is how Mitsuba got to know you, (Name) (Last Name), the seemingly crazy person who became his friend despite knowing his cocky attitude. The person who didn’t make fun of him and rather refuted his insults.

Mitsuba could feel his hopes rise, just a bit. Perhaps… just maybe, this year wouldn’t be lonely after all. For once, he couldn’t wait to see you again.

The next day when you came to school, Mitsuba wasn’t there, and the classroom was filled with whispers.

“Did you hear? The Sousuke boy died in an accident yesterday.”

Your heart stopped, as you froze. How? You had spoken with him only yesterday. How could he just disappear, slip away from your fingers like this? What’s more, you felt as if there was a pit deep in your stomach. You had only known Mitsuba for a day, no, a few hours at best, yet you felt such emptiness.

You would never see Mitsuba again.

Or so you’d thought.

–

A few days later, you were walking to the middle school entrance to change your shoes. You had arrived early like you usually did. Mitsuba was still lingering in your thoughts., as you absentmindedly opened your locker to switch your shoes. You switched your shoe as you let out a huff.

A hand grabbed onto your forearm, and you looked up to see who the hell would touch you like that without permission. The hand was cold as if it was a dead person’s hand.

“Hey…”

You used your other hand to close the locker door shut, as it was blocking this mysterious person’s face. If it wasn’t for the hand holding you up, you would have fallen down when you saw the face.

“Did you forget abou-”

“M-MITSUBA-KUN?!” you exclaimed, and immediately the arm retracted from you. The boy looked up and you could see his hands now covering his ears, and an annoyed look on his face.

“Hmph, scream louder won’t you-” Mitsuba was cut off as you jumped on him, tumbling to the floor as his back his the ground.

“Oi, you pervert! Trying to take advantage of my cute self just because I’m dead, I didn’t know you were so-” he faltered when he felt a warm liquid soaking into his sweater. You gripped the clothing tighter.

“Mitsuba-kun… how can it be you? You’re… dead.”

“…You’re making my clothes wet, (Name).” The normally cocky boy couldn’t bring himself to raise his voice. Your warm body on his cold one made him feel almost human again, your warmth seeping into his.

“Mitsuba-kun, we have to catch up on everything!”

Mitsuba’s heart panged. You still wanted to talk to him even though he was dead. You barely even questioned the fact that you can talk to him even though he’s literally a ghost.

“Y-yea. Maybe try putting on your shoes first idiot.”

After that, you and Mitsuba got quite close after that. Mitsuba was surprised when you still wanted to be his friend even though you’d only knew him for a few hours, and was quite frankly rude to you (he’s rude to everyone though.) Despite his real personality, you didn’t shun him, rather you sought him out. He didn’t voice these thoughts, however, deep down it felt good to have a friend. It felt good to have someone who finally accepted how he really was. Mitsuba still continued with his usual berating, and you took it with a grin and a few quips of your own. His heart began to pound against his chest, and sooner or later he couldn’t bring himself to say anything too hurtful. Why though? He never had a problem saying exactly what he thought before. But deep down he knew why.

He loved you. And he didn’t want to say anything too bitchy because he was afraid. Afraid that you’d leave him for being too mean or something else. Damn these feelings… and damn you for making him feel these things he didn’t want. He would probably try to avoid you just so he could keep his mouth under control.

It’s up to you to do something now if you truly love him. (And if you don’t love this boy, what are you even doing???)

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

Mitsuba is way too tsundere to ask you out directly. Bringing up the topic of love and romance just ends in him bullying you for not having a partner yet, and if you’d tried to get someone else’s attention he would probably laugh at you. Of course, secretly he’s glad no one has taken you yet because he wants you all for himself. He’s never going to say those words out loud though. If you love Mitsuba, then you are going to have to take matters into your own hands because this boy cannot do fluffy romance to save his life.

If Mitsuba really loves you, then he’s bound to take photos of you! Whether it’s you gazing out the classroom window or your frustrated face as you chew on your pencil to try and figure out some math questions. Or perhaps your cute sleeping face as you rest on his shoulder. He would always take these pictures when you’re not looking. After all, he once told you that he takes pictures of things that are important to him… and well, you’re never going to let him live it down if you caught him taking a photo of you. He could already hear your teasing voice already.

But you really were important to him. Probably the most important person he’s ever met. You are the person he loves after all.

You are the only person Mitsuba would ever let touch his camera (besides Kou but shhh.) That’s just how much he trusts you. Of course, whenever you ask him to let you hold it, he’ll always act annoyed and begrudgingly place it in your hands but he’s actually quite happy you are interested in photography. Photography is an escape for him, and the only way he can express his feelings for you without sounding like a lovesick fool.

He usually leaves his camera in the photography room so the photos (of you) he took can develop. He never tells you where his camera is though because he doesn’t want you to see that he took photos of you. Let’s just say you were wandering the school one day and stumbled upon the Photography Club. Perhaps some of Mitsuba’s belongings were still here! You entered the room, taking a good look around the room when something caught your eye.

Mitsuba’s camera.

You know it so well because Mitsuba is always holding it. Tippy toeing over to it, you peered at it and raised an eyebrow at the pictures scattered around it. Carefully holding them up, you tried to make out what it was. Many were still black as they didn’t develop yet, however, there were a few that had color in them. Squinting, you furrowed your eyebrows at what you saw.

It was you. You were in the photo.

Well, damn. Mitsuba thought you were good enough to take not one, but a ton of photos of. You weren’t sure whether to be happy or scared. But you were sure of one thing.

You were finally going to confess to Mitsuba Sousuke.

It was after school, with just a few students and teachers left in the building. You met Mitsuba on the rooftop like usual, the red and orange colors swirling around in the sky, as the sun began to dip. He was standing there as always, tinkering with his camera. He glanced at you.

“(Name-)”

“MITSUBA-KUN!!!!”

You ran up to him and firmly grabbed his shoulders, looking straight into his pink eyes, as Mitsuba let out a scream.

“You molester! Pervert! Release me immediately!”

“Mitsuba-kun! I like you a lot, okay?! You might be rude and cocky sometimes- well no, most of the time, but I like that part of you! You’re a camera geek, but I think that’s a cute part of you! And even though you can be really mean for no reason, I still love you! I have for a long, long time!”

Your chest heaved as you panted from your outburst. You hang your head, scared to see what Mitsuba’s expression was as you squeezed his shoulders a bit harder.

Mitsuba was a blushing mess. His face was redder than his hair and his words were stuck in his throat. For once, he couldn’t say anything as he just stared at you.

“It’s fine if you don’t feel the same. I just wanted to tell you, Mitsuba-kun,” you said, your shoulders slumping as you didn’t hear a response, tearing your hands away from the boy, beginning to shuffle away.

Mitsuba’s mouth tried to form words as he grabbed the sleeve of your arm.

“Idiot…” Damn it, of course that was the only word he could say!

“Mitsuba-kun, you don’t need to make fun of me for this too-”

“That’s not what I mean!” he huffed. “I’m trying to say that I like you as well… dummy.”

You raised your eyebrows as a delighted grin appeared on your face. Without warning, you launched yourself into Mitsuba’s chest, wrapping your arms around him.

“You do? Oh yes, you do! I love you too, Mitsu-kun!”

“G-get off of me! And don’t call me that!”

A genuine smile formed on his face, reluctantly snaking his arms around your waist as well. He didn’t say it aloud, but he wished this would last forever.

– 

Extra:

“I’m not surprised you fell madly in love with me, I am so cute after all!”

“Hey Mitsuba-kun? Can you tell me what these are?” *shows him the photos of you*

…

“You stalker! No regards for personal space and privacy, huh?! How dare you steal from me?!” *blushes*

It was nice to enjoy these simple times.

TLDR: mitsuba takes some nice ass pics of u, then u infiltrate his camera and find them and he's like ok fine i love u idiot

[kemna]

tag games!!

TAG GAME 1  was tagged by the lovely ana ( @gojosattoru ) and the lovely lisette ( @itadorii-yuuji ) thank you for the tags cuties!! these were fun <33

Zodiac sign: cancer (HAPPY CANCER SEASON Y’ALL)

A city/country you’d visit if you could leave right now: Japan!! or Italy

Languages you know: English, Tagalog, a little bit of French

Favorite hot beverage: earl grey tea with almond milk <3

Favorite cold beverage: black milk tea with boba!!!! i’m obsessed

Favorite sweet food: hmm probably chocolate croissants lol

Favorite candy: chocolate with almonds! 

Favorite color: red and black

Favorite flower(s): sunflowers, lilies, hibiscus

Myers-briggers type: INFJ

Otp(s): oh gosh this is so hard hmmm bokuaka, iwaoi, kyoru, kiribaku, asheiji, kakehai, satosugu and aghgh so much more we love multishipping here

Hogwarts house: ravenclaw!!! 

TAG GAME 2: 10 tags, 10 characters, 10 fandoms was tagged by the one and only jazzy ( @ryuuzakis ) for this!! thank u for the tag bb ily <33 this was actually really hard to do lmaoo 

haikyuu!!: akaashi keiji

bnha: kirishima eijirou 

jjk: itadori yuuji 

fruits basket: sohma hatsuharu

shingeki no kyojin: levi ackerman

kazetsuyo: kurahara kakeru 

yuri on ice: yuri plisetsky 

given: nakayama haruki

banana fish: ash lynx

fumetsu no anata e: gugu

no pressure tagging (feel free to do both or just one!!) : @zenin-makis @ryuuzakis @huachenghzu @niakasi @naotarou @katsukiyuuri @kurahara @himekotoga @love-oikawa @porco-galliard @iwahajimes @oikawaandkuroostan

[excitedlysuffering]

How You Met- Black Butler

Trying something new! Since Netflix only has the first season of BB💀I’ll only be able to write for these three and maybe Grell until I get my hands on the manga. Enjoy!

Ciel Phantomhive~

You suppressed the urge to sigh and roll your eyes as yet another man, who you didn’t care to know the name of, asked you for a dance. Generally, you didn’t mind balls and parties, you had a love for dancing, after all, but tonight your heart just wasn’t in it.

Tonight’s ball was at the Phantomhive manor, and as grand as it was, you couldn’t help but be on edge. Not only did something seem off about the environment, but you had overheard your parents talking of finding you a betrothed, much to your utter and complete horror.

“No, thank you, I was actually going to take a break…” The well-dressed man’s face fell, but you stood by your claim and walked to a nearby table and sat down. You dragged a gloved hand down your face, already exhausted even though there was plenty of party left.

You watched as couples in bright, happy colors waltzed around the room, laughter, and music permeating into every fiber of your being, which, oddly enough, seemed to worsen your mood.

“Not one for balls either?” A rather stiff voice asked you. You whirled around, startled, a hand on your chest. Your eyes widened as they landed on the Eart Phantomhive himself. “E-Earl! Oh, no, no, I’m just a bit tired is all. Everything is wonderful!” He waved a hand. “I dislike these events quite a bit as well. And Ciel will do.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “I’m (Y/N), it’s great to meet you, Ciel.” He lent a hand out to you. “You as well, (Y/N). Would you like to accompany me to the gardens? I often find myself there to escape these things.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, you placed your hand in his and let him guide you outside the ballroom. An adventure with the elusive and mysterious Ciel Phantomhive seemed infinitely better than staying in the stifling room.

Sebastian Michaelis~

Your Death Scythe, two sai, made a cut across the body of a British soldier. As usual, thanks to the fallout of that blasted fallen angel, you were on overtime and had to clean up a palace full of almost dead guards and the like.

“My, my, what do we have here?” Your head snapped up and away from the cinematic records. You froze as you met the typical red eyes of a demon, a particularly smug-looking one at that. “I suppose this was your doing?” You asked flatly.

His smirk widened, confirming what you already knew. “My master asked and I did, however, if I had known that they’d send you, I would’ve done this on my account.” Your eyes rolled behind your Shinigami glasses.

“I’m busy, demon, go bother someone else.” After marking the last man for death, you stood up, sheathing your sai.

“Oh, but you fascinate me!” You gave him a suspicious look. You hadn’t even done anything besides what every Grim Reaper did daily. “Sure.” You prepared to take your leave, but the butler dressed demon appeared in front of you. “You remind me of a cat, aloof, graceful, petite, such a supple body…”

You backed up, mildly disturbed by the ravenette. “...Okay…” He shook his head, breaking himself out of his cat daydream. “I never did get your name, miss?” You cocked an eyebrow.

“I believe it is courteous to introduce yourself before asking me to.” His smirk widened imperceptibly. “Ah, my apologies, miss,” he replied, not sounding sincere in the slightest, “Sebastian Michaelis is what my master has named me.” You shrugged. “Name’s (Y/N).”

Just as he was about to respond, a younger voice rang out. “Sebastian! Don’t be tedious, let’s get going.” You smirked, “Best obey, your master, Sebastian.”

He let out a light chuckle, bowing slightly. “I suppose you’re correct. We’ll meet again, Miss (Y/N).” Then he was gone. A sinking feeling in your stomach told you he had met what he said.

Adrian Crevan (Undertaker)~

London was a cruel place to live for someone who had been dealt a bad hand in life, you know that better than most. After your family had perished in a boat accident, you had lost your home and everything in it. Your only choice was to find a job so you could afford a decent enough place to live.

That was how you found yourself in front of the Undertaker’s shop. This was your last option, but it seemed that fate was against you as every other place had turned you away. Pushing aside your nerves, you walked in the door, squinting in the dim lighting.

“Um, hello? Is anyone here?” You heard footsteps and saw a grey-haired man walk into the room, a biscuit in between his lips. “Oh, hello, dearie~!” You waved shyly as you stepped further into the shop.

“Hi, I was wondering if you had any job openings available? I’m willing to do whatever is needed…” The undertaker giggled, clapping gleefully and you sweatdropped. You’d heard that he was on the… stranger side, but you weren’t quite expecting this.

“Oh, my, an apprentice! What’s your name, dearie?” You sighed in relief, happy he hadn’t yet turned you away. “I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you…” You trailed off, realizing that you didn’t know his name, only his title.

“Just call me, ‘Undertaker’, everyone does,” He giggled. You offered him a small smile, his optimism somewhat contagious. “Alright then, Undertaker, is there anything I need to do in order to get the job?”

His grin widened, seeming to take up the whole area of his face that wasn’t covered by his bangs. Could he even see? “Just one small thing is all I ask! Make me laugh and the job is yours~” You blinked, not quite processing the odd request.

“Make you… laugh?” He nodded eagerly, his sleeved hands clasped together. You racked your brain, trying to think of something that would be sure to make the man laugh.

Before you could say something, the slightly unhinged man burst out laughing, to your confusion. “D-did I miss something?” He only laughed harder, clutching his torso and stumbling all over the room, but managing to avoid the coffins scattered all over.

“You were thinking so hard, dearie! Guess who got the job~” A thrilled smile replaced your confused frown as giggles erupted from your lips, the sounds joining Undertaker’s own laughter.

[umechaw]

UME!!!

jasmine, green tea, earl grey for the asks :D

Snickieeeee! 🥰 Thank you bb!

jasmine, three things I love:

besides the obvious things like my friends and family I really tried to think of some sweet little things that have made me happy recently~

my new morning ritual in my new house - french press coffee and a spot in the sun out the front.

I love getting that first draft of a chapter done because it's the most difficult part of writing for me

This photo of my sleepy cat

green tea, top three songs for a roadtrip:

OOOFF this is a hard one!!!

Breathe - The Prodigy (literally anything from The Fat of the Land)

Every Planet We Reach is Dead - Gorillaz

Shine On You Crazy Diamond- Pink Floyd

earl grey, close your eyes, what are you thinking about?:

After answering that last question I'm thinking about music and playlists and, whenever the hell I can leave the 5km radius of my city due to the panorama, you know I'm roadtrippin