[barely-functional-witch]

Sometimes I would really like to sit down with some anti-shippers and just talk about it you know? Especially those with such strong reactions to it, like you can't actually believe it's in any way okay or reasonable to wish harm or death to anyone for shipping something.

And I really get not liking something or even finding it completely disgusting, I truly get it because I too have things that I find completely repulsive and wish not to consume. But going out of your way to interact or search for content you don't like just to tell people that you don't like it can't be healthy.

I also block most anti-shippers I see, because I also don't want to deal with drama or hate but a part of me would love to have a respectful conversation about it. Sadly I'm very aware that's probably not possible, at least not with someone who is mentally so far to wish harm to strangers for something as unimportant like shipping.

Just wanted to throw this out because every time I see something from an anti-shipper I get the itch to discuss it, but I really just want to have fun on this site and not play therapists for people who don't want it

[barely-functional-witch]

I'm such a big fan of unhealthy obsessive relationships, like imagining Sebastian and Ciel being completely desperate to touch and hold each other as if they needed one another to breathe. Being the only thing they really care about and not just care but completely losing their mind and sense of self if they are not constantly next to each other. Sebastian shaking with the need to just somehow get close enough to Ciel, pressing completely against him, bruising his skin with how tightly he's holding onto him, but nothing really is close enough, even consuming Ciel's soul would not quite be enough, only a momentary fix. Ciel clawing Sebastian's skin open because the demon can take it and even inside the demon's muscles, with skin stuck under his nails and blood on his hands it's not enough. They completely over-exhausting themselves only to collapse together, in a momentarily moment of relaxation because their bodies can't keep up with their desperation. Until they play perfect pretend the next day, building up their need again.

[castleartsebaciel]

So many prompts out there about Sebaciel. I have another one for you.

In Brighton everything goes to hell, as soon as Sebastian and Ciel part ways.

Of course Sebastian can track Ciel by their bond. But now he can't. He doesn't know if magic or something else intervenes. But he can't even feel if Ciel is still alive.

It drives him literally crazy.

Then. He comes across a room, where he can see his little soul from behind. Seeing him is suddenly everything he needs. But before he can get into contact, Sebastian hits the wall. It's only glass. Thick and he can't break it.

When Ciel turns they look into each other's eyes. Sebastian puts his hands upon the surface of the glass. To touch him however is impossible.

They can't be close. Can't feel each other. Maybe this was the plan after all.

Because what they suddenly see, are Undertaker who stabs Sebastian - again from behind. And Ciel's dead twin, who knifes his brother into his heart.

They die together. And yet all alone. Feeling, as if it was their fault, the other one died too.

[barely-functional-witch]

Great I didn't cry today. Thanks.

[barely-functional-witch]

A little spice

[barely-functional-witch]

Sebaciel: They are lovers!

Dadbastian: They are like father and son!

People with an Incest Kink:

I couldn't stop thinking about this joke, I'm so sorry!

[agent-alyss-wolf]

i swear to fucking god if fandom culture doesnt stop forcing moral purity upon new readers/viewers of black butler, im going to lose it. the extremely new and wholly western "dadbastian" view of the series isnt whats disturbing. its fandom culture screaming that if anyone ships the ship black butler literally teases in every possible way, they are the scum of the earth.

nobody's forcing you to ship sebaciel, but alternatively people DO react like rabid animals if you do. i PROMISE you, not a single fucking person ever thought that they had a parent/child relationship the vast majority of the series' run, and they still wouldnt if fandom culture hadnt started recently making people do backflips to allow themselves to enjoy series that are obviously written in twisted ways that arent deemed acceptable or currently palatable.

like congrats! your fandom peers are allowing you to feel okay for liking the story by totally disregarding the most fucked up and multi layered dynamic that drives the series!! like jesus, learn to think for yourself.

[barely-functional-witch]

That's it!! Omg I was trying so hard to figure out what my problem with "Dadbastian" is because I really don't care if someone sees it that way but yes this puts it perfectly

[barely-functional-witch]

I still need to work on this, (clothes and shadows always kick my butt) but I finally got my tablet to work again and so much Sebaciel energy to let out

[barely-functional-witch]

After seeing the negativity of some antis in the Sebaciel tag (rude) I decided to sprinkle in something positive!

I normally don't really share writing and keep it mostly between me and my friends, but like this part of a short story and thought maybe someone will enjoy it too!

Behind Closed Doors

The stone hallways of Weston College are quiet in the deep of the night.

The final bell has long since rung, candles sputter low in their brackets and somewhere in the distance, the faint clack of boots echoes and fades—probably a prefect patrolling. But here, outside Sebastians office, it’s quiet. Too quiet. Ciel stands with his arms crossed, looking at the old wooden door, as if it personally offered him. He suppresses a twitch in his knees. He’s been standing here for five minutes. He tells himself he's not hesitating, the demon should be well aware of his presence, he should have opened the darn door already. Said door opens before he fully convinces himself of his own statement. Sebastian, in all his midnight-black elegance, peers down at him with the faintest smile. That alone sends a jolt through Ciel’s already bruised pride.

"Young Master," Sebastian voice greets him smoothly. "Looking for something?" Ciel lifts his chin, he feels the pull of frustration between his brows, refusing to let it completely take over. "You ignored me all day." Sebastians smile twitches into a smirk "Did I?" He fails. "Don’t act like you didn’t," Ciel growls, stepping forward. "You called on me once and didn’t even smirk." "We were in class," Sebastian murmurs, voice low and maddening. "It wouldn’t have been appropriate." "Since when has that stopped you?" They’re standing too close now, one more step and they’ll be nose to chest. Sebastian’s eyes soften. "Are you angry because I kissed you last night… or because I still haven't done it today?" Ciel doesn’t answer, he feels his palms getting damp and he hates it. Sebastian leans down. "Cat got your tongue?" Ciel’s breath hitches "You—" he pushes against Sebastian's chest. The demon, clearly indulging his master, steps backwards into his office. "—are impossible. You think you’re slick. You think—"

Sebastian slams the wooden door shut behind them, instantly presses him against it before he can finish. One hand beside Ciel’s head, the other hovering at his waist. "I think..." he whispers. "You’re insufferable. And—" A pause, their eyes lock. "—utterly irresistible." Ciel opens his mouth—maybe to argue, maybe to kiss him first. Too late. Sebastian tilts his head and captures Ciel’s lips with his own, slow and claiming, every ounce of patience from the day giving way to precise hunger.

Ciel makes a faint sound in his throat, a satisfied shiver runs along his back. He grips Sebastian’s collar and pulls him closer, the door behind them locks with a soft click.