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Hey all of you! This account will be under a new time schedual! Mondays I will be on my Attack on Titan blog Tuesdays will be my Sasuke Uchiha blog Wednesdays will be my Seto Kaiba blog Thursdays will be my Lucius Wagner or this blog

On Fridays I will be on my Chihiro Fujisaki blog.

Weekends, i can be on anything > u >

I’ll be posting the links to my other blogs in a few minutes on my main and I’ll let you all know when I’m on it.

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Ciel looked at him sharply.

“Get the damned things out of here!”

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The boy sneezed, taking a tissue and rubbing his nose he glared at the butler. “Sebastian. There had better not be any cats in this manor." 

Oh my, the young male’s body had noticed it rather quickly that there were indeed cats in the manor. Though, Sebastian had hoped that the boy wouldn’t catch wind of it, seeing that the animals always stayed in his chamber.

“I fear that there might be.” Unfortunately, the man wasn’t allowed to lie.

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So i just saw that whole call out post about me. Allow me to Clarify some things.

Yes I am nineteen and my muse is nineteen,

The post was an M!A and so I did as asked and at first I didn’t know the other muse was around the fifteenish area. Afterwards I told the other mun I wouldn’t be doing a post like that again.

I do NOT think pedophilia is okay. For my ship for ib/garry, it MUST be an AU where Ibs ABOVE 18. Absolute must!

My icons are from a “free to use” blog. I sadly had forgotten the name and Cannot find the blog( which makes me immensely angry)

I know how to make my own now. And I will. 

My reposting pictures- if it says Don’t reblog- i wont. I look in tags, all that. If it doesn’t say it I reblog.

I asked my cousin to make the whole introduction thing, I didn’t know pictures were taken there for I will take down the photo in the post but I’ll keep the text,

And maybe in the future before you slander someone, you should talk to them first before posting untrue things.

Thank you

Rue

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“Hopefully I’ll become stronger soon... right?” He asked  He took comfort in her stroking his hair. It gave him a sense of peace. His coughing escalated slightly, and he was feeling a tad warmer. 

“My skin is burning… Do I have a fever?...”

“Oh dear, let me see.” Kneeling, Rachel placed a hand across her son’s forehead. “You feel a bit warm, but not terribly. Is there anything else that feels bad?”

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The multi eye colored boy snickered. “You keep telling yourself that.” He said to him. “The demon is incapable of love.”

"Trancy"

“Phantomhive. What on bloody earth are you doing here?”

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On anon give my muse nightmares. Scare them, make them paranoid, make them cry.

Make them scream

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He simply nodded and laid down on her lap. Ciel didn’t want to worry her but he couldn’t help the ill feelings. “Sorry...”

“My skin is burning… Do I have a fever?...”

“Oh dear, let me see.” Kneeling, Rachel placed a hand across her son’s forehead. “You feel a bit warm, but not terribly. Is there anything else that feels bad?”

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“That sounds unfortunate for Claude,” He crossed his arms. “I believe he leaves at every chance he gets and only returns when he hears “ Claude oh Claude!” You can bet your arse he just groans internally.”

"Trancy"

“Phantomhive. What on bloody earth are you doing here?”

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Torture sentence starters

“Oh god.. Oh please, god, no!”

“Please… Please..! I’ll do anything..!!”

“P-please.. Please don’t..”

“Anything but that.. Please, please! Stop!”

“Stop? Why on earth would I do a thing like that for?”

“We’re having so much fun!”

“We’ll have so much fun, you and I…”

“Look at the new toy I got for us to play with!”

“Shut up! Shut up!!”

“Oh please.. Like I haven’t heard that one before…”

“If I had a nickel for every time someone begged me to stop… I’d be fucking rich.”

“Ooh, look at that. Look at all the blood. Amazing, isn’t it?”

“Let’s crack open the hood and see what’s underneath, shall we?”

“You know what I love more than agonized screaming? The sound of people choking on their own blood. Very satisfying.”

“If you beg, I might just stop… Maybe. But only if you’re sincere.”

“Beg me, you stupid whore! Beg me to stop! Come on!!”

“Go ahead – beg for forgiveness. God’s the only friend you’ve got down here. ”

“Shut up or I’ll wrap your intestines around your throat like a scarf.”

“Ha ha! I love it when they scream!”

“Keep going… I love the sound of your voice.”

“Stop praying! There is no God here.”

“Shut the fuck up!!”

“Let’s play a game, shall we? It’s called, ‘how many of your organs can I remove before you die?’“

“Alright, here’s the deal… Since you scream every time you see me – let’s just remove your eyes, hm?”

“Has anyone ever told you how good you look in red?”

“Beautiful… Absolutely beautiful…”

“I’m not going to kill you… But I’m going to make you wish I would.”

“This is what you get! This is what you get for hurting me!”

“Do you like rats? I hope so. Because we’re going to play a little game with one that involves your stomach, a container, and an open flame.”

“Have you ever heard of abacination?”

“You’ve got cavities back there, you know. Why don’t remove those pesky teeth for you, hm?”

“Wake up! Can’t have you passing out on me.”

“I won’t scream.”

“I won’t tell you anything.”

“There’s no way I’m gonna tell you shit.”

“By the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it.”

“No one is coming for you.”

“You won’t get away with this!”

“People will notice! They’ll look for me!”

“Stop, oh god, please! Please stop.. The pain..!”

“You’re insane!”

“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing – I’ve got a medical degree, you know.”

“Shh, don’t cry. Don’t cry.”

“No tears now, okay? Everything will soon be over.”

“Stop! Please, stop! I’ll tell you anything! Just stop!”

“Tell me – how does this feel?”

“I hate you! Oh god, I hate you!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck off!”

“Oh, what a mess you’ve made…”

“You look like a mess.”

“Chin up, kid. It’ll be over soon enough.”

“I’m just going to borrow a few fingers, okay?”

“Could you lend me a ‘hand’? Yes? Oh good. I was planning on taking it anyway.”

“Shut up, I’m not going to kill you. You don’t deserve that kind of mercy.”

“You know why you’re here.”

“Own up to what you’ve done and maybe you’ll leave here alive!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?!”

“Please! Someone help! Anyone! Oh god.. PLEASE!”

“Not that – anything but that! P-please! PLEASE, NO!”

“Let me go. Please.. Please let me go…”

“I’ll tell you anything you want! Just please, please stop!”

“I’m not going to break that easy.”

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send ☔ for my muses reaction to learning that your muse is never coming back

be it because of a break up, death, etc. Feel free to specify!

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He gave a snicker.

“At least mine would do so If i commanded it. What does yours do?” The smirk got bigger. “Oh right, He would come and rather be shoved up mine too and leave you in the D U S T.” 

"Trancy"

“Phantomhive. What on bloody earth are you doing here?”

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“Me? What about yourself? Aren’t you supposed to be wallowing in your own existence?”

"Trancy"

“Phantomhive. What on bloody earth are you doing here?”

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Send "I dare you to kiss..." with a url/name and my muse will have to kiss that person on the lips.

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CIEL AND I’S EXPRESSION WHEN WE DON’T GET ASKS 

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mistressmxleficent:

SEND A SYMBOL FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS:

▼ kissing them

♢ stabbing them

♞ shooting them

✖ punching them

➶ slapping them

☠ poisoning them

☎ hugging them

☂ picking them up

✗ bringing them alcohol

✣ bringing them food

☯ coming home late

♀ proposing marriage

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✫ 

The boy’s head felt slightly warmer now and his coughing worsened. They may have to call Aunt Ann if this continues.

“I don’t feel so strong mother. I feel constantly sickened... My asthma may return anytime.” He told her softly. 

“My skin is burning… Do I have a fever?...”

“Oh dear, let me see.” Kneeling, Rachel placed a hand across her son’s forehead. “You feel a bit warm, but not terribly. Is there anything else that feels bad?”