20+ yrs
Constricting cotton fabric no longer coils throbbing flesh. The “moral bandage" is gone, either tenderly unfasten or savagely stripped from sticking skin. The bloody, viceful, bile seething within this odious wound may now be liberated.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive, Father Dion Donadieu (OC), Hagdalena Alderin (OC)
Summary:
Sir Arthur Randall sends an unusual report directly to Earl Ciel Phantomhive concerning a remote Sussex rectory plagued by inexplicable fungal infestations, missing persons, dying livestock, and a mysterious young woman named Hagdalena Alderin. Under the care of Father Dion Donadieu, a Vatican exorcist whose reports to Rome have grown suspiciously incomplete, Hagdalena's case has defied both medical and religious explanation. Fearing the Vatican may intervene with deadly authority on English soil, Ciel resolves to investigate St. Michael's Rectory before the Church can "resolve the situation" in its own way.
Hey Abby!!! Show us your fit!!! (I wanna see her model....for no reason in particular)
There she is! Yes her legs look a bit off and different but check it out, important details below:
SO FIRTS OF ALL, the top I use is an asset I took from @Lizeatri on Twitter/X, who uploaded this free to use clothe to vroid models! Link below: [ Tops ] Black Suit - Lizearu - BOOTH
I'm constantly modifying Abby's model so this is temporal, but here is an old drawing of her full body (not as reference sheet sorry) as comparision: Abby's first full body I made
As well, imagine her suit as the most basic canon reaper's uniform but with a skirt instead, I haven't decided which lenght tho...
• she gives the impression of a friendly and compassionate woman.
• however, she doesn't really like to work, even though she holds a responsible position. sometimes she is simply not present at the manor, and Sebastian chastises her for it.
• she is not stronger than a demon or a grim reaper. compared to them, she is pretty weak, but agile.
• she can take on any form or show up when Sebastian calls, but this drains her strength.
Revising Dion's lore because the Roman Curia Exorcists are a thing now.
The Roman Curia Exorcists are not ordinary parish priests. They're essentially the Church's elite military branch. They undergo a lifelong initiation, receive identifying tattoos, train with specialized blessed silver weapons, and accept that they will probably die in combat. That sounds closer to a knightly order than a typical clergy member.
The Curia offers to recruit Dion. He declines the offer saying, "Some men are called to hunt wolves. Others are called to tend the flock after the wolves have passed." Dion respects the Roman Curia Exorcists immensely. He prays for them. He may even have friends among them. He simply believes God called him to serve as a parish priest rather than as a full-time demon hunter.
Dion is still an exorcist, just a different kind.
Father Dion: He specializes in possession cases. His role is to discern whether a person is possessed, perform the rite of exorcism, and care for the victim before and after the exorcism.
Roman Curia Exorcists: They hunt and physically confront demons. They're trained to fight, use blessed silver weapons, and accept an extremely dangerous vocation.
Hagdalena and the Curia / Dion's greatest fear.
Hagdalena is a ward of the church. She's supernatural, yet not demonic. Dion is probably one of the few people in the Church qualified to testify that Hagdalena is not possessed. As a priest experienced in possession cases, his opinion carries weight. But even he can't fully explain what she is.
Dion's fears, "If the Curia sincerely believe Hagdalena is a demon or an existential threat, they would feel morally obligated to stop her." Despite this, he still holds them in high regards, "They are good men and women. Braver than I shall ever be. I pray they never meet Hagdalena. If they come to the wrong conclusion, they won't hesitate."
જ⁀➴ I’m doing it… I’m slowly bringing Viola to life! I ended up creating a page on the OC fandom Wiki. There’s only Appearance and Personality but the rest will come soon after Artfight.
Also, I’ve been thinking of creating accounts on other social media to share my OC/Canon art as I only post here so far, but I’m not sure how receptive it would be…
okay, these three pieces have been made more than a moth ago, and since than the character designs have changed, but I do want to re-post them. (also, so sorry to anyone who have seen this post previously. some shit happened, and I decided to take the stress off by deleting everything art related i had on any social media. But hey, its back.)
so these were made to a black butler oc monthly prompt/challenge of 'What flowers or plants do you associate with your oc?' And because I have way too many kuro ocs, I chose the three 'main' ones - Vivienne, Isabel and Scarlett. And since I also struggle to choose one thing to symbolize anything, they each got a bouquet.
here are the flowers in each one:
Vivienne - a single dahlia, acanthus, violettes, a tree branch with mock oranges and purple hyacinths
Isabel - marigolds, chives, red columbines and hollyhocks (that i just noticed, that I have drawn without their stems, and just as singular flowers. oh well.)
Scarlett - pine, bluebells and clematis.
explanations of flowers you can find here, or under the cut, where they had been tailored to fit each character's story/personality better.
First of all, I just noticed that each bouquet turned out to have one less flower type in it in the same order, the girls are reveal to be the focus characters in the story, starting with Vivienne. That was not intentional, but I thinks its a neat little detail.
And now to the stories that the flowers tell!
Starting with the one for Vivienne - she is the resident tailor, for who the artistic intent and self expression (acanthus, a single dahlia) are really important in making of any clothing. She would never judge anyone for their choices of how to present themselves, but for herself she will always choose something fully covering her skin and resort to the proper high class etiquette. Something befitting of a true lady. (violets, purple hyacinths). But there is always a flip to a coin. And this time it comes with either a confused or straight up concerned look form a friend. A gentle pat on the shoulder from her mentor. A reflection in a shattered mirror, hidden in the corner of her small washroom in the storefront she made also into a home, that she always sees in the corners of her vision. And a sting in her eyes, that is always blinked away before anyone is there to see it. (mock orange)
For Isabel her hard work as the reaper has always been lead by jelousy of how much easier recognition and praise comes to others (marigolds). And if you were to ask anyone, beside the man she has been treating much more like a father, than a mentor ever since getting into her current division, they would say her busy-body nature comes directly from that (chives, hollylocks). They would also question the decisions of the higher-ups, in choosing reapers with less field and supernatural existence experience and would not be shy about mentioning it to Isabel. And nobody ever notices, each time this happens, her hands begin to tremble. (red columbines)
Now, when it comes to Scarlett, she has managed to earn herself a reputation amongst her colleagues in the archives of someone acutely aware of their strength and weaknesses (bluebells), and never shying away from asking for guidance from reapers more experienced than her. A devotion to proper pedicures, similar to the one people give to a god or religious ideas, along with the (pine, clematis). But along with such praise there has been a rumor, following her everywhere she goes. One about a man, and how her knees all this time have been kneeling for anything but a prayer. And how one day it will become her unmaking. And she would only have herself to blame.
Also, I did wanted to add wines of heliotrope crawling from the bouquet, to Scarlett's body, but managed to forget, when making this, and now have no intention of putting it back on there, but yeah. You should probably know about that too. Also, when this was first made, Scarlett was a very new character, that took a place of an idea/persona that previously was only supposed to hunt the narrative more and more as the story progressed. But, these flowers, would not be wrong to describe a part of her even now, despite all the changes. Because no matter how wrong it sometimes is, public perception of a person will always play a bigger role in many aspects of life, including career, that a real person underneath it. And now it also feels significant now, how she is the only one, not facing forward.
NEW HAIRCUT IS SICCKKKK TY FOR THE TAG REAP speaking of haircuts, im waiting a little longer before i go to a salon and get actual bangs that arent my mistakes help anyway. . ALSO LOOK IT HAD A WHITE BUDGIE IM CRYING TEARS OF JOY
top ten things ive EVER said
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omg thank you @saphicangel and @cursedyuri for tagging me 🙂↕️♥️ this was fun hehehe. I wasn’t able to do my split dye on here so I just went with red hair instead 🤗
I’m fucking crying at the quote bc it’s so accurate
no pressure tags: @wonderlanderings @justanotherabbystan @somebitchprobably @restl3ss-dr34ms @thecreelhouse @rebelfell @foggynelsons @strangerstilinski @bellaeilish and anyone else who wants to play! I’m having a brain fart rn :(
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Les Feuilles Mortes (The Dead Leaves) by Yves Montand
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié (You see, I haven't forgotten)
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle (The dead leaves are collected with a shovel)
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi (Memories and regrets too)
Et le vent du Nord les emporte (And the north wind carries them away)
Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli (In the cold night of oblivion)
...
Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais (You who loved me, me who loved you)
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment (But life separates those who love each other)
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit (Quietly, without making any noise)
I picked a French song for a Frenchman! Dion was a son of Provençal nobility. Although, he spent most of his childhood in Marseille. He arrived at Whitechapel, England. He met a "saintly" prostitute named, Eilena. They both in love. Then, Jack the ripper happen.
In this song "dead leaves" is an analogy for "memories and regrets". Dion has plenty of souvenirs et regrets. Many of which revolve around Eilena and not being there to save her. "The dead leaves are collected with a shovel." This is practically Dion's emotional state. He keeps gathering and fails to let go. He won't let go of his self resentment. He won't let go of his vices (wine/alcohol). He won't let go of Hagdalena, even when she acts impossible. "You see, I haven't forgotten." can be his catchphrase. He never truly moved on from Eilena. Everything he does as a priest is still tied to her memory. Even his obsession with saving Hagdalena comes from the guilt he carries over failing Eilena
The most painful and ironic lyrics; "But life separates those who love each other / Quietly, without making any noise" Yes. Life separated Eilena and Dion. But, it's doubtful Eilena had a quiet end at the hands of Jack the ripper.
Hagdalena Alderin
Dead Trees by The Blasting Company
Dead leaves
Make a bed for me
Tonight
Where I may fall asleep
Dreaming of morning
When I shall mourn for thee
Judge me not for what I’ve become
...
All that remains
Is long dead and gone
Where Dion's song is about memory and regret, Hagdalena's is about identity, decay, and the fear that nothing of the original person remains.
"Dead leaves / Make a bed for me" is a genuine request she would make. And the Yorkshire Forest obeyed her. After her family died, the woodland floor was literally where she (mostly) slept and was fed. "Where I may fall asleep / Dreaming of morning" The dreaming of morning is a child's hope. It's the same child who begged the trees to save her family.
"When I shall mourn for thee" I interpreted this in two ways; She wakes from her hopeful dreams to find no one was saved. Or (the one I prefer) She's grieving the future where she can no longer control her powers and worst of all; the day Father Dion dies. Sure... The forest told her "loss" isn't real. And she might say, "Nothing is lost in death, it simply changes form." But, that doesn't mean she won't mourn the past forms of herself and Dion.
"All that remains / Is long dead and gone" This is the Hag Mother's philosophy. She's an entity of entropy. The Hag Mother is living proof of where that road leads. So when Hagdalena dreams of the future, she's not necessarily hoping for a miracle cure. She's hoping there will still be enough of herself left to recognize.
"Nothing is lost in death, it simply changes form"
Hagdalena Alderin is a ward of the church, under the supervision and care of Father Dion Donadieu. She is filed as a "non-demonic possession case". The church understands her to be afflicted by an unknown entity that is not a demon. Hagdalena calls it the "Hag Mother" or "Mother Hag".
Some of her manifestations include:
Tree roots grow beneath her flesh like twisted veins.
Mold/Fungal patches grow on her skin and items she touches.
Yellowed nails lengthening into claw-like talons.
Vomiting of rotting matter, peat/swamp water, mud, tree roots/sap.
Voice and animal mimicry.
Teeth blackening and rotting, especially during mimicry.
Fungi spread in places she spends significant time.
Wooden objects move, rot, and grow roots/mushrooms
Misc Facts:
5'0" tall, (same height as Ciel)
Can't sit still. Rocks back and forth.
Is quick to envy others.
Cannot tell jokes, but "unintentionally" says hilarious/offensive things.
Mocks Dion's French with frog mimicry.
Has a habit of hiding snacks in her pockets to later feed Dion.
Collects random "treasures" that appear worthless to everyone else.
i can’t draw kids oh my GOD, i’ve been feeling like that medieval artist who probably hadn’t seen children in his entire life. references be damned!!! so ronnie here looks like she’s 10 or 12 years old
also subtle veronica lore: she had brown eyes when she was alive. and when i was making her (circa 2019) i forgot that all reapers have green glowy eyes. literally cried when i had to change her because i think brown is the most beautiful eye colour a person could have
