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Boy do I miss rping.

#but at the same time it's been three months since I last used this account and everything's kinda ruined #Grrrrrr

Hell, people are still following me? Horribly inactive but keeping the account in case I'm in the mood to fuck around at some point again. Possibility of this happening is below zero, but well. Ciao //

ooc; Okay, it's time to call it a (semi) hiatus. Be back later, everybody.

osamusmiya

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mei-rin-blossoms

1. "Young Master is in danger." 2. "I'm throwing a naked party in my bedroom." // That should get Mey Rin out of the closet. Sorryandhi

1. "I- is he?" One bespectacled eye peeked through the half-opened door of the closet at these words. "Where is he?"

2. The silence remained untouched for some time before a quiet sigh could be heard. “Am I invited?”

mei-rin-blossoms

Her fingers clenched on the tray so strongly that they went white, the muscles by her jaw twitched as she listened to Sebastian’s words. He was close; too close for her to remain calm but she really did try. However, that was only one thing; her being unable to turn it into being was another. There had to be a way out for her, something she could do to calm down and simply start acting as if she had always been a maid. Or at least someone who had any talent to become one. There had to be a solution; after all, not always had she been such a nervous, trembling girl who could do nothing but cry over all of her faults and mistakes.

When the question about the sickness reached her ears, Mei-Rin felt her face turn red again and she couldn’t keep her eyes up any longer. Lowering her sight, she wondered if Sebastian really wanted to hear the answer or not; if yes, would she be brave enough to tell him the truth? Lying was not an option, not in this case - he would notice that at once and probably become angry enough to punish her. Or not even angry. Furious.

But before she managed to form the reply, next words followed the inquiry and she gasped, lifting her face again. Mistake? No! That couldn’t have been any mistake… Her heart protested, starting beating quickly, however it didn’t deepen her blush, rather took it away, leaving her completely pale, terrified. Of course she knew that the way she did her job was awful and one could regret hiring her but truth be told, never had she believed she would hear such words from Sebastian. So was it really that bad…?

"N- no, Mister Se- Sebastian," she whispered, shaking her head but she doubted these words were audible to him; she wasn’t even able to hear them herself but that could be caused by the awful sound of the blood racing across her veins cut by the fast heartbeat. Feeling the familiar burning under her eyelids, the maid forced herself to stop the tears. No, it wasn’t the moment when she could allow herself to cry. Not in front of Sebastian. Not when he told her it could have been a mistake to employ her. Now, she would prove him wrong. That in fact she was worthy the title she had gained those three years ago, no matter what!

Yet Sebastian went on. Reminding her about her assassin self could be a cruel way of bringing her strength out but it could be the only one. Clenching her teeth, Mei-Rin took a deep breath and slightly loosened her grip on the tray, feeling the warmth return to her numb fingers. If she could kill a man without blinking, where was the problem about her carrying a piece of metal with some little things? No longer would the butler think about her as about the weak and pitiful. She would show him how strong she actually could be, even without the pistol in her hand.

Not really sure if she was angry or not, the maid eyed the butler as he took his seat at the table, smiling as if nothing had happened. Tipping her chin slightly up, she called a smile onto her lips as well - and to be honest, it wasn’t entirely fake smile. Even though he had humiliated her, hurt her, brought onto the verge of tears, he had done one thing he would have never achieved without it. Her motivation had never been so strong.

The jingling of the glass stopped. There wouldn’t be any other moment when he repeated she was pitiable. There wouldn’t be any other moment she would hear it had been a mistake to hire her. Even if she couldn’t become a perfect maid, she would do everything to prove him there was much strong will lurking in her.

The first step wasn’t really certain but the next that followed gained on their resilience. She walked slowly, remembering Sebastian’s words she shouldn’t run in the manor. Now, she would remember all of his good advice, make use of it to gain his approval. Noticing her shoulders were tense, she dropped them and the tray sat better in her hands. The way towards the door was long and difficult but she managed to find herself there without anything splattered on the floor. Having turned back, she looked into Sebastian’s face and another blush devoured her cheeks but she wouldn’t let it disturb her. Her heart beating fast, she went up to him, placing the tray on the table.

akumatoshitsuji

His eyes never left her form, and his previously neutral expression changed to something entirely different. He could tell his words had pierced her heart, and even though it was ridiculous that humans needed pain in order to achieve something, it looked much better than giving her false praising, kindness and smiles that wouldn’t make her any better at what she was doing, but worse. He watched her, her shoulders relaxing, her steps more accurate than before, even her blush had disappeared. Her face had changed to terror, paleness and fear, but it was far better than the constantly stuttering maid. He wanted her alert, aware of the consequences, and that changed her completely. Into what he wanted her to be.

A smile covered his face and he nodded gently as she reached the table, “So far so good.” he wouldn’t praise her too much of course. Even though she was actually doing surprisingly well so far, praising her would make her lose what she had just done. She would probably start blushing and stuttering again, trembling and failing. But she really was doing well so far, one could say that he was even impressed. If that was the right word, or even a possible feeling for Sebastian.

He was sitting still, his hands placed gently on the table as he continued looking at her, “See how easy that was? Apparently being cruel with you worked.” The same smile was there, and his eyes were still trying to look behind those glasses, “Don’t think I didn’t mean the things I’ve told you. My motive might have been making you do your job, but everything I said was true.” He pointed towards the glass, eyes fixated on her as he went back to his serious expression, wondering if it would work to his favor or if she would start losing it again. He had wasted enough time on this girl, and he wanted to see if it was even worth it.

The fact that she was on the verge of tears simply annoyed him. Why was it so hard for her to do something without crying about it? No matter how cruel he was, she was supposed to ignore him and do her job. “You still haven't answered me what makes you feel so uneasy whenever you are around me. Am I too strict, is that it?” His eyes narrowed as he smiled at her, though it was obvious that he knew exactly what made her uneasy. He just wanted to hear her say it. In a way, he hoped that if she admitted it she would start getting over it, ignore whatever feelings she had and focus on her responsibilities. Though at the same time he enjoyed having her so weak. It meant he could do whatever he wanted, use her in any way he wanted, "Do continue. Practicing is far from over."

#meirinblossoms

kuroshitsuji

#Muse #Chibi #The gang #Snake #the cuteness

phantomhive--chef

His breathing only got heavier, it filled with fright and anxiety. So many thing he could do to fight back, Bardroy certainly wasn’t a man to give up so easily. It was so easy to take someone’s life from them during war, yet once Sebastian threatened him he froze. It wasn’t easy to explain, the simplest explanation would be that he had gone soft. But that couldn’t be the case, when the manor and master were attacked the servants and himself would do whatever in their power to kill the attackers. He couldn’t gather words to clearly respond to Sebastian, nor could he even think of an answer to respond with. The truth could be something, he did try his best to be an honest man; even if he lied constantly to try to get out of punishment.

In all honesty, the ‘mere’ butler was terrifying. The very idea of him was enough to make any civilian shake with terror. He may just be a butler, but he possessed such skill and talent that seemed so inhuman. Everything about the loyal butler was inhuman, from his actions to his appearance. Those crimson eyes could be warm and comforting at times, but they could also make blood churn. Then again, as he always said- he was just one hell of a butler. Sebastian could seem like he came from such a place, hell. No other way could he finish such complex tasks in a small time period. No human could replace an entire wing of a manor- no, no human could even replace an entire kitchen within a span of an hour. Bardroy considered speaking up, but the thought of Sebasitan’s anger made him cringe.

Soon enough the butler’s hand had been placed on his chest, breaking him from his pondering. This was no time to be lost in thought, his entire life and profession were being threatened. It was a tad comforting, he had to admit. But comfort was nothing that could even leak from the man at the moment, Bardroy wasn’t stupid enough to think that Sebastian was over what he’d done. Was Sebastian trying to confuse him? Perhaps the sadistic trauma was pleasing to the man. He even appeared to enjoy making Bardroy quake with fear. Then again even the young Earl seemed to enjoy making his servants frightened and cowed. Come to think of it this job had it’s own downside, regardless of the free housing. This punishment was the worst he’d ever been treated with, treating wasn’t even a fitting adjective to describe the moment.

Sebastian closed his hands on his throat, hitching his breath. The act only lasted for a mere five seconds, but nevertheless it was still effective. The was the final straw, no longer would he tolerate being treated like scum. It was already made obvious that he was nothing but that, a pathetic servant. Pride was not something Bardroy possessed in the slightest; he had nothing to admire about himself. But that did not mean he couldn’t at least defend himself, perhaps Sebastian would even find that amusing. If that was what he wanted, he was happy to oblige. The butler was far more stronger than him, that was already made clear. But Bardroy was relentless after all; he had nothing else to lose except his life. “Alright, mista’Sebastian. T-That’s it, ya’want ta’make mah’miserble? Well alright then, uh’at least have’ta right ta’defend myself. Ya’d like that, wouldn’t’ya?” his voice had a sense of strength to it, that or he sounded like a rambling fool. Odds were it was the second thought.

akumatoshitsuji

He chuckled softly when he heard him; he was finally fighting back. It had began to exhaust him, this whole situation and how willingly Bard seemed to take everything Sebastian had to offer. The demon was certain the chef had no dignity, no pride left, and he was actually hoping for a sign that he was wrong. And Bard finally reacted. He remained close, but the same smile was written on his expression, his eyes fixed on the other's, "You think I want to make you miserable?" That might have been his initial plan, but at that moment it didn't even matter if he ended up being miserable. Sebastian simply wanted to see if a man like Bard deserved to be in this manor. He wanted him to bring the strength he had when he was shooting people, right here in this situation with Sebastian.

"I don't care if you're miserable or not. I'm trying to wake you up, make you more of a soldier than a trouble." He pulled back to give him some space, but didn't walk far enough. Light had began swarming the room, so the decoration was now more clear to see. He didn't mean for anyone to be in that room, but at the same time he wanted Bard to see exactly what he was capable of, burden him with that secret and see if he was foolish enough to spill it around. A chuckle echoed through the walls, and he looked away from the chef for a second, "You think I'd like it?" he turned to look at him once more, a grin up to his ears, "You're right. I don't enjoy harassing people who can't or don't want to defend themselves. It's boring, and I expected more from you."

The same disgusted expression soon replaced that grin. He wanted to make him angry, if that was possible. He wanted to make him reach his limits, start being more defensive, even try to hurt the butler himself. And if humiliating him was going to lead him in that condition, then that's exactly what Sebastian was planning to do, "All you've given me tonight was whimpering, weakness. I walk towards you and you back away like a scared child running away from its nightmares. Is that what I hired you for?" He rested his hands behind his back, a small smile forming on his lips as he continued looking at the man, "To be a coward? If you can't defend yourself against this manor's butler, who tells me you'll survive in case serious danger arises?"

He knew he had scared him all along. He knew the servants were terrified of him, and for a good reason. And he wanted them to be terrified, or he'd never get what he wanted from them. But at the same time, he wanted to make sure that they were worth it, that they deserved being this mansion's servants, the protectors he had once hired for the young Master. "When I humiliate you, fight for your dignity next time. Aren't you angry with me?" Sebastian smiled once again and walked back towards the chef, "It's time you showed me that anger, Bardroy."

#phantomhivechef

sakurazukamouri

Characters that I Miss: In no particular order …

04. Madame Red - (KuroShitsuji/Black Butler)

I lost everyone that I loved, everything disappeared to a place I couldn’t reach. I was devastated. Yet, at the same time, I was envious of my sister. Because she was able to die with “someone” that she loves. As a survivor, I still have to carry on living.

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onehellofahousemaid

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