#bravat sky

[crowscallthecrows]

A 'what if' scenario #2

(Spoilers for weston college, blue cult, and blue memory arc as well as a continuation to this lol)

"So tell me," he demands in a way that mimics the tone of an adult. The weapon the 'Earl' points doesn't even make Violet flinch. "Why him? What could he possibly have that interests putting your life in the way of me?"

Violet's eyes are shielded under his hood as he averts his gaze from the steady ones of the boy and his butler. "Someone like you, who refuses to love..." he mutters, as his body's lifted effortlessly by the man in black. "...could never grasp the goals I have for the ones I need."

Shielding his eyes through the wind and the flicker of knowing that crosses Ciel's face, shrill laughter echoes, as Undertaker uses the cover of night to disappear even from the eyes of a demon.

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"You're always here," Undertaker remarks with a sharp grin. "It's not like they'll get up and walk away on their own."

The man pointedly ignores that particular comment, replacing the flowers in their arms with fresh ones and grazing his fingers on their cheeks under the past reaper's stare.

Undertaker found the man funny under all eccentricities, the lengths he'd go for the comfort of a few corpses he found especially entertaining. Violet insisted on three separate coffins and filled them with whatever blossoms nearby he deemed accepatanble. Every empty space is taken, including their arms, with Violet's arrangements, easily rivaling every piece of art he's made from childhood.

"Won't be long now," he remarks offhandedly at Violet's fussing hands over a falling bud.

"And you will get it right," is his clipped reply. "Nothing like how Derrick...like how it was at Weston."

Undertaker chortles at that. "We'll see," he promises, now growing quite bored of Violet's daily ritual, and bounds out of the room.

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He places the last bloom and steps back to see his work in odd satisfaction before his lips find the top of each of their heads in quiet affection.

"Won't be long now," he repeats. "We'll be together again soon, promise."

The scars it'll leave would surely cause Edgar to gasp and protest, Lawrence to gape, and Greenhill in shock and silence. Maybe they'd be upset of their rests being disturbed and stare at him with immense disapproval, refusing to entertain the idea of a second chance.

But Violet would simply remind them of their legs they could now steadily stand on, and their arms they could embrace with for the rest of eternity, never to be separated from each other again.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

I have a request to make, how would bravat behave if he was a single parent :3? I know it's kind of weird but I'm curious xD hehehehe.

hey, I like it!

he's a menace XD

Hm, the Starlight Four are just doing practice, right? … They can definitely babysit for him! Bravat has lots of important things to do, and his child probably won’t miss him too much as long as they’re hanging out with their… uncles. Whilst Edgar, Gregory, Herman, and Lawrence are surely more than happy to watch the child, it would be nice to have a little more notice than, “I have some business to attend to; make sure (Child) is in bed by the time I get back!”

He really does love his child, though. It’s just that whatever happened with his S/O, it’s left him taking care of the little one on his own. With all his plans (and how dangerous they are), he wants to keep them out of harm’s way. He’s not holding them at arm’s length; he’s just trying to protect them. He still tries to do the normal dad things, hugging them and kissing them and spending time with them. It’s simply… more limited than it might be if he weren’t in the line of ‘work’ he’s in.

So many folk traditions and occult guards around his child. Bravat is into all of that in general, so it’s only natural it translates into the way he parents. There’s a piece of selenite in every corner of their bedroom and in any room where they might play. A dreamcatcher hung up above their bed and a moon-shaped amethyst beneath their pillow. He reads the stars for them so that he can get a ‘horoscope’ of sorts for the day based on their sign and guide them based on the information he finds. A lot of people see it as mumbo-jumbo or hocus-pocus or complete utter drivel and nonsense, but he thinks all of it makes a difference.

One of the biggest gestures of affection he has is to sing them a lullaby. Even if they’re in bed by the time he gets back, Bravat will sneak into his child’s room and crawl in with them, giving them cuddles. He’ll sing in another language, some old tune, as he presses kisses to their head and plays with their hair and rubs their back. He’s got a very good voice, smooth and soothing; besides, what child wouldn’t love a lullaby from their father regardless of his voice? He also is very good at singing them back to sleep if they’ve had a nightmare. Sometimes he even makes up his own songs for them, despite his creative battery being drained by working on the Starlight Four’s songs.

As long as it doesn’t wreck his own plans or anything, he’s very amused when his child inadvertently drives other people up the wall. It’s most prominent with the Starlight Four… as much as he cares about them and wants them happy so they’ll keep working for him, it’s just too funny to watch his kid antagonize them all. Did they ‘dye’ Gregory’s hair with paints while he was teaching them about art? Well, what a bold use of color; even if it doesn’t wash out, it’s a good look! Did they accidentally whack Herman in the head with a broom handle while playing makeshift cricket? Why, they’ve got quite the arm and could be an athlete if they wanted! … And so on, of course. The thing which gets Bravat to laugh more than anything is when his child draws on Edgar’s face while he’s asleep. Bonus points if nobody breathes a word and Edgar only finds out when he goes to look at himself in the mirror and all they hear is, “OH, MY GOD!” screamed in near falsetto from the other room. Far as Bravat’s concerned, his child getting into mischief makes them a complete genius.

… Until they turn his latest sheet music into a cut-out paper doll project. Then everyone gets to laugh at his frustration for a change!

[akumanomorii]

'ROAST ME'

@katsu-at-the-bottom

ROAST ME || ACCEPTING!

"You seem desperate for any sexual attention because you need to fill those empty relationships in your life."

[funtomfactory]

Our!Ciel's real name...

Since it's probably still going to be a while before we get back to the young master in question in the manga, I'd like to theorize a little about what his actual name could be. There are a few options, and I do have my own opinion on what I think would suit best, but I'd like to hear from all of you as well, so feel free to weigh in!

What we know beforehand We know that both O!Ciel and R!Ciel were named by their mother, and that their names are very rare for the time period as stated by their father (Ch. 130 IIRC). We also know that Yana Toboso had a multitude of names she considered before settling of Ciel, so one of those could be a contender as well. These names include Lapis, Rain, Azure, Celeste, Angelo, Walter, Arthur and the ever popular Astre.

But We won't just leave it at that, so let's explore some options that lay outside that field.

Option one: his name is Sirius A little anticlimactic, but surely a possibility. They used this name to code the star which his brother was disguised as, and Bravat even called O!Ciel Sirius during the whole reveal. However, Yana-san hasn't elaborated on the matter, which I feel like she would have done if this was true.

Option two: his name is Earl

(Ch 139) I racked my brain, I really did. I even went as far as to search multiple sources to see if I read it right or if it was a mistranslation. But the conversation on this page goes as follows: Sebastian: Once again congratulations, Earl Ciel Phantomhive... Aah this won't do, I'm not allowed to tell you lies, yes? O!Ciel: ... That's right, don't ever call my name again. I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive. See, what bothers me is that Both of them cite the same name, despite O!Ciel telling Sebastian that he must never speak his name again. How could that be if Sebastian had not previously used his name before? Would it then be possible that Sebastian meantthe "Earl" part as O!Ciel's actual first name, then added the rest of the name whereas O!Ciel uses "earl" as a title? I doubt that this is true, but it would have been cute if both brothers ended up being called Earl Phantomhive: One by title, and one by first name.

Option three: Gemini O!Ciel is a twin, was born on the day of the peak of the Geminids shower and the name fits the sky/heaven/astral naming theme. It's surely odd enough to be mentioned by Vincent as such and from what I could gather, the Kanji for Shieru (Romaji for Ciel in Japanese) and Jemini (Romaji for Gemini in Japanese) are not that far apart either.

It just rails me to know that we've come this far since the reveal without knowing for sure what O!Ciel is actually called. Ugh!

[praeteritus-memories]

"Well, well I didn't expect to look up at the stars and see you! Your radiance is spectacular this evening!" -- Bravat @ Noctis

"Bravat!" The prince of Lucis' eyes glimmered like the night sky he's name after, taking his hands into his own. "I told you I'd be back as soon as I can. I'm just sorry I took so long to come see you again."

[bizarrejalix]

'Cause you get lighter the more it gets dark I'm gonna give you my heart

Blavat Sky

For an anonymous request! I hope you like it! This one was really fun, I love that celestial aesthetic

[reine-du-sourire]

Fem!Blavat Sky

Picrew plus some fancy-pants editing 😊

[undertakerlmao]

Kuroshitsuji || Blavat Sky ( ^∀^)

[grelleswife]

unpopular op: blavat sky's character design is one of the most beautiful ones (if not yet the best) in the kuro universe.

(Respectfully) disagree...but there’s a lot to like about his design, and I’ll admit that I’m strongly influenced by my bias against him as a character. Blavat’s tattoos, sparkly hair decorations, unique hair color, eye makeup, and eccentric clothing give him a mystical appearance that’s suited to both his fortune teller persona and the astrological themes that tend to crop up in sensei’s art. And his presentation is a little gender-ambiguous (at least to my eye), so kudos to Yana for that!

Honestly, the main reason why I don’t vibe with Blavat is because he’s hurt and manipulated several of the Kuro kids, including Lizzy, the P4, and O!Ciel. I know that has no direct bearing on the merits of his character design, but it makes it difficult for me to view him through an objective lens.

Hopeless Miss Sutcliff stan that I am, my belief is that Yana’s character design peaked with Grelle...her beauty...her grace...her perfection... 😍🙏🥰

But that’s just my take! 🙈🙈🙈

And your opinions are valid! Yana’s art is gorgeous, and it’s always good to see appreciation for the minor characters. ☺️

[notjustdrwhoboards]

Kuroshitsuji stimboard: Blavat Sky (requested by: @mawov)

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[beebw]

Bravat Sky dash icons.

005 dash icons of Bravat Sky from Kuroshitsuji. please like/reblog! ♥ don’t repost.

requested by: @kagxra​

[crowscallthecrows]

A 'what if' scenario

(Spoilers for the blue cult arc, Gregory Violet, etc. Descriptions of character death and needles.)

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Their corpses lay so still Violet can convince himself they're sleeping, as hands creep up his shoulders, squeezing slightly to imitate some sort of comfort.

He knows Blavat is watching, watching in satisfaction that makes his stomach churn and his breathing catch just a bit more as his mind reels at the sight he's been sent to see by none other then the fortune teller himself. The man behind him sighs, removing his hands to stride towards the chairs that still have their middles held down with familiar thick leather straps. The look on his face can almost resemble regret, and Violet's sore arm prickles at the soft contact he makes with Bluewer's face.

"You know," he shrugs with resignation. "It's a shame, really. They shone so bright on stage." Blavat reaches out again, this time to stroke the blond edges of Redmond before Violet's own voice comes out, tears and rage seeping through the shakiness.

"Don't touch them." he hisses, before the old him takes over, to push his saucy tongue back in place again. "...please. Please."

Warning flashes over the diviner, this is what happens when you try to get sneaky with me, before choosing relent over threats with another sigh. There was a purpose to this after all, and there was no point to any of this if he didn't let the younger man relish in his mistakes. He smiles softly, briefly gazing at the stiff form of Greenhill.

"It's funny. Even when it was obvious they'd accepted their fates, the only name on their lips was yours-" he chuckles to himself then, shaking his head. " 'Where's Violet? What have you done with Violet?' It was as if their minds' couldn't rest unless they saw you safe, or dying with them."

Blavat walks past him towards the entrance, touching his shoulder so tenderly it makes the bile in his throat rapidly thicken.

"It's alright. They can be replaced with brighter stars, and we can start over together," he remarks with a grin, the same grin he does to all under the protection of Sirius.

"You didn't need their blood," is Violet's reply with a swallowed sob. "You had enough of their kind. You didn't need their blood."

He's ignored. The door open and Blavat's gone, surely to find someone to take care of the mess he had no problem causing.

Falling to his hands and knees, he empties his stomach first, tears springing from heaving until there's nothing left, his hacking making echos through the quiet room. Trembling knees make his steps staggered and uneven, his feet taking him to the closest feeling of home he has left.

They lay pale, yet they look like they're meant to be breathing. Slumped forward and half hidden by hair, Redmond's half lidded eyes feed his false hopes. Greenhill sits so straight it's like he's in a classroom again. Bluewer's lips stay slightly parted in one that resembles his expression of perfect thoughtfulness.

Knowing Bluewer, he would know something was wrong right away, twisting his arm hard against the restraints to delay the inevitable harm. Redmond would probably follow suite, probably a little too late, spinning questions and threats through the process until his body betrayed him and couldn't anymore. And Greenhill, how he must've fought, with so much heart, depending on himself to save the three of them alone. And of course...

The only name on their lips was yours.

"Sorry," he whispers to souls long since passed. He touches one of the arms filled with angry red marks, and flinches his hand back. They shouldn't be this cold.

He feels his shoulders start to wrack. "I'm sorry," his hands hover in the air, unsure what to do.

He'll never forget the way they move, the varying characteristics he could easily capture in his art just by looking, yet the other side of him is already forgetting what their voices sound like.

He can only bury himself in his hands. "I'm sorry." he can choke out once more before he's on his knees again, half praying they're able to be forgiven.

"-sorry, I'm so sorry-" How much did it hurt? Did they leave screaming for their parents, or with the acceptance Blavat claimed?

The silence that remains- crushing, unending- is the worst of all.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

If I may, could I have Bravat headcanons? His s/o really loves gardening and flower language and is always gifting him bouquets! By the way, I really missed reading your content, love! Hope you're doing well; remember to eat, stay hydrated, and sleep well!!! 💕💕💕

GOD I love Bravat so damn much!!! this is so cute!

and thank you so much, you’re sweet!! it’s always so nice to see people saying they missed my content ;w;

please take care of yourself as well!!! <3

BRAVAT

This is really something he can get behind. He’s into those natural things, so he likes if they share their plants and all that with him. He practically lights up if he’s able to see their garden. As much as he loves it, he doesn’t get a lot of chances to be with nature lately, so he’s very grateful to his S/O bringing those things back into his life even in a small capacity.

Is so disgustingly coy about accepting the bouquets!! His face takes on this almost confused expression, clearly playing at an innocent question. Oh, these are really for him? They shouldn’t have! He likes to pretend he doesn’t know why anyone would give him a gift, but under the surface, those feelings are a bit genuine. Believe it or not, he understands that he’s not a very… palatable personality for more people. His S/O seems to sincerely adore him, though. It’s easy to exaggerate that little spark of curiosity as to why exactly they like him, to remind them in an over-the-top way that their gifts are appreciated.

Somewhere hidden among the rest of his possessions, among the crystals and the dried herbs and the mystical knickknacks, is a journal of his. There’s no writing in it ― instead, it’s full of petals. Bravat presses and preserves at least one flower from every single bouquet (Name) gives him. Much as he might deny it, he’s a sentimental person when it comes to them, and he wants to save what he can. On days when he needs strength, he tucks the book into his clothes so he can have it close, to draw on the memories of their love for him.

Often he’ll pluck one of the flowers from their latest bouquet and weave it into their hair. Or place it somewhere on their person in general. They’ve ended up with countless flower rings, bracelets, and barrettes thanks to their boyfriend’s soft tendencies.

There is one thing he’s created as a gift for them, that he’ll be proud of they treasure. It’s a dried calla lily, or a few petals, that he’s pressed between clear quartz and fashioned into a pendant that can be worn. With their love of flowers, they probably know what it means: spirituality, purity, passion, and devotion. Something like this is a gesture and an object he doesn’t make for many people. If he sees them wearing it, especially if they wear it often, he’ll glow with a soft pride. It’s a constant reminder to them of his love, and that his mysticism and romance will always be with them. Is it sappy? Maybe. Is it strange? A little. Is it beautiful and unequivocally Bravat? Overwhelmingly.

[akumanomorii]

Kink: strip teases and lap dances

"Is someone offering? I would say my lap is open for those brave enough to venture onto it. Especially if anyone is willing to show an Englishman a good time..."

"A lap dance? Well, I prefer to strip them myself and leave them bare before I--"

[juzuya-13]

Blavat/Bravat Sky and Jane.

I might be completely wrong, but if Blavat isn't just an ordinary human being, could he possibly be an angel?

Do you guys remember Ash and Angela from season 1? If Blavat happens to be a celestial being, that means he can easily shapeshift, right? He can change his gender and overall appearance whenever he pleases.

We know Blavat is supposedly a fortune teller and a psychic, but is it really that simple? Remember how he could see right through Sebastian? Most importantly, how despite knowing Sebastian's true nature he didn't seem to fear him, whatsoever? In fact, it seemed as if he was mocking him to a certain extent... Almost like he feels he's just as powerful as Sebastian, or even more.

Another very intriguing thing, did Blavat manage to escape after O!Ciel and Sebastian? Did he shapeshift and run off? Is that the reason why he didn't seem to be worried or bothered about being taken in the first place? Because deep down he knew he could break free anytime he wanted?

It's also very interesting how Jane saw right through Mey-Rin, how she knew exactly what Mey-Rin was up to, also her fighting skills... Can Jane be just a simple maid herself? Doesn't seem likely, in my opinion...

Also, for some reason Jane's facial expressions just remind me of Blavat so this is something I've been thinking about for a little while... Blavat and Jane may very well be the same person.

[randomartwork]

I hope when black Butler manga ends they remake the anime to follow instead of going to do there own thing

Just imagine how perfect that would be keeping in all the funny and sad scenes that we all know and love adding only a few filler episodes for the fan base and somewhat the plot. It would be amazing