Mahiru: What state do you live in?
Kuro: Constant anxiety.
Inner Sloth: Denial.
Human Kuro: Europe.
Mahiru: Europe is a continent, Sweetie.
Inner Sloth: Hey, why does he get the endearment?! I want the endearment!
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Based on this self indulgent post I wrote the other day, about a Kuro AU feauturing 5 years old Ciel and a new demon dad who's doing his best. Suddenly this little scene popped into my mind, then I remembered my talented fren @grelleswife's Dadbastian fanfic The Wolf (link here!) so I guess that, even though it's not exactly the same setting, I must have gotten subconsciously inspired by it 😅
During his days in the cult all little Ciel could do was try to survive the best way his young mind could think about, and when he had just been rescued by the demon he was weak and sickly, barely alive even, and then pretty much catatonic. Once the dust has settled, however, the realization that his family won't come back dawns on him, and he starts having nightmares about monsters with deformed faces that laugh while hurting him. Moreover, even though he's supposed to be back at his house the place doesn't feel too familiar. The first night the demon hears the child screaming and crying, they try to comfort him as best as they can with the scanty knowledge they have about comforting children. After a while they have an idea, based on the partially burned portrait they found from which they could make out the shape of the family pet.
(You ain't foolin' anyone trash demon, you're starting to care about the smol).
When Ciel wakes up the next morning, he's still surrounded by the borzoi's slender but fluffly body. He yawns and rubs his eyes, and then sits up and just stares at the creature that looks so much like his late pet.
"Good morning, child." the voice coming from the dog says, without really expecting an answer, "Did you sleep well?"
After a pause, the child that up until this point hadn't spoken at all utters a single word, albeit almost in a whisper.
"Hm? I am afraid I could not hear that. Come again?"
Ciel lifts a little hand, points a finger at the animal and raises his voice a bit. "Sebastian."
"Ah. Well, yes, I guess you can call me that from now on, if you so wish." the demon answers with a small nod, and Ciel could swear he sees his snout twist into a faint smile.
Sebastian then sleeps on Ciel's bed, in the form of the soft borzoi, every night until the child is a little older and can be alone at night.
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Uma arte que eu estava devendo há MESES!! (quase um ano 💀💀💀)
Tenho que parar com isso meu Deus..
Na época eu tinha gostado bastante de como eu tinha feito, mas vendo de hoje, meh
Sei que posso fazer melhor agora.
Ainda tenho outras artes que vou terminar 💖
Mais tarde eu posto o outro desenho do próximo eve de maid 😈
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I kind of wants to know how kuro would feel or react if mahiru died I mean in the C3 arc he was so distressed when touma said he killed him
And calmed down when he found that his given name wasn't forgotten meaning that mahiru is still alive
I think he will be more depressed than depression itself but after the events in ch 128 I think he will calm down and give himself some space to grieve
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Sebardagni Headcanon/AU Idea #001 - Post-Apocalyptic Sickfic AU
It’s no secret the last 7 months or so have not been great for me, and I haven’t been able to write for various reasons, since my health has been bad.
I’m hoping that the second half of 2024 will show some improvement but in the time being I’ve been trying to imagine my fave trio: Sebardagni in various sickfic scenarios
Like I had one in mind that’s not well formulated bc my brain is not working well enough for more than vague shapes of ideas, but it’s post-apocalyptic.
I don’t like that genre generally because as a chronically ill disabled person, I know how absolutely fucked I would be if society collapsed.
However, one of my fave independent novels I ever read featured this concept, and one of the characters had a chronic lung disease so not having regular access to medicine made his life much harder, and put enormous strain on his husband and family.
So I imagined a scenario in which Sebastian, Agni, and Bard have settled in a remote mountain cabin because it’s removed from some of the dangers of the cities, the air is cleaner for Sebastian to breathe a little easier, and there is plenty of food and resources.
But the problem is that they really should move on, but they can’t travel, not with Sebastian sick, and they’re running out of places to scavenge for medicine. One of them always has to stay behind with Sebastian, so only one can go out at a time.
Bard had been increasingly having to go away for days or even weeks at a stretch, going farther and farther from their home base in an attempt to find medicine for Sebastian and other supplies they can’t make or grow themselves.
It makes Sebastian guilty and anxious that one day Bard won’t come back and it’ll be his fault, and it frustrates him that he can’t help more, or that his partners have to sacrifice so much for him. More than once he’s told them to leave him behind, but they both insist they’d rather die with him than abandon him.
I imagined a particular scene where Sebastian’s health has taken a sharp downturn while Agni has been waiting for Bard to return, and it’s getting to be long enough he’s worried maybe this will be the day Bard never comes home.
But he does, all smiles. He didn’t find medicine, at least not what they’d hoped to find, but he did find a treasure trove of things that were under a collapsed shelf in an asian market a few towns over.
Matcha powder, and a lot of it.
Matcha is highly caffeinated, and it’s related to another molecule that’s often used to treat asthma and other lung conditions, because it helps open the airways. Drinking a lot of caffeine can thus help your breathing a little bit. It’s not medicine, but it definitely helps in a pinch.
I imagine Agni grows what he can for Sebastian, various herbs and plants like marijuana that can help him, and despite the world ending and the challenges of their new lives, ultimately they’re happy.
I think it could be a really lovely story, but I doubt I’ll ever be able to write it.
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