✧₊⁺ ⏾ ⋆.˚୨ৎ — # FVNTOMHIIVE [ . . . ] a literate , independent , semi - selective , && private interpretation of CIEL PHANTOMHIVE of black butler / kuroshitsuji . 21+ , crossover friendly. mix of the manga && anime , though tends to lean towards manga adaptations. canon compliant with headcanon influences. cherished deeply by callum , he / it, 26. established 2025.
heavy , dark themes may be present !! most triggers that i can think of , or those i read in others’ rules , will be tagged as “tw trigger”. this blog will contain topics consisting of childhood trauma , various depictions of abuse , grief , deceit && manipulation , etc. proceed with caution. these topics will be handled with the delicacy && respect that they deserve , but they are vital aspects of ciel’s past && character , && i don’t intend to ignore them.
medium / low activity. i work almost full time && try to deal with my own mental health , relationships , && a life outside of my job. with mixed results.
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this is a 21+ ONLY blog. this blog will deal with HEAVY TOPICS, such as violence, mental health issues, trauma, abuse, and other various dark themes. NSFW in the form of violence, danger, trauma, swearing, etc. may be present, but absolutely no smut will be written on this blog. i tend to play ciel as canon, with him being 13 years of age, & while i do have verses of him being an adult, i have no intention of writing anything of a sexual nature with him. there might be allusions to his past & the sexual abuse that occurred, but that — & any other forms of sexual acts / encounters — will never be explicitly written.
while i most likely will not tag EVERY trigger as it might appear, since this blog will be so inundated with heavier themes & topics, i will always read people’s rules & will tag according to preferences — though some darker topics, such as mentions of sexual abuse or violence, will ( almost ) always be tagged. such triggers that are tagged will be done so as “tw trigger”, i.e. trigger warning blood.
please, be patient with me. i am an adult with a life outside of tumbir. i work nearly full time, occasionally struggle with my own mental health issues, as well as just trying to be social and maintain relationships. i will be sporadic with my activity. i appreciate your patience & still look forward to interacting with you all! because if i follow you, it is because i want to write with you. i will not follow just for a follow. if you follow me, i hope it is because you wish to write with me, as well.
absolutely no hate speech / bullying of any kind, and no godmodding or pressuring me for replies. a reminder every once in awhile if it has been a week or more is understandable, but please don't pester me for replies. thank you in advance!
OC'S & CROSSOVERS ARE WELCOME - provided you have information about your OC, so i can have an idea / a bit of a starting point!
i am not picky with format, so long as i can read what you're writing. i tend to use small font & 75x75 icons, but if you need me to change anything at all to make it easier for you, by all means let me know! & you dont need to use icons simply for my benefit. do what feels right to you! you also do not need to necessarily match my length, so long as i have something to work with in your response. i have a tendency to occasionally ramble & get very wordy & introspective with my writing - don't feel as if you have to do the same.
this blog is not AI friendly & it never will be. i don’t want to detect it in ur writing, or see it in ur graphics or aesthetics. the damage it is doing to the planet, & to us, is a lengthy & exhausting conversation.
i am not a meme source, so i prefer when people don't like / reblog memes from me directly, but i understand that it happens occasionally. i do my best to adhere to meme karma, but sometimes i forget. i am always open for getting memes and sending some other people's way, though!
SIMILARLY, i also love turning ask memes into threads. if you do not want me doing so or don't wish to respond, that is entirely okay! and you can always let me know if you don't want an ask turned into a thread. ask threads, random prompts, greeters & starters are typically the best way to get writing with me, but plotting is great, too.
shipping with ciel is something i would be interested in exploring, as it’s not something i’ve ever truly focused on before with his character & the way i write him — normally, ive found myself more interested in his thirst for revenge, his icy nature, his deeply troubled & traumatizing past & how that affects his view of the world around him & those in his life, but it would be something i would consider playing around with. though, as of right now, it is a very grey area.
i can be p slow w/ replying to ooc messages, but this doesn’t mean i’m not interested! i LOVE making friends & getting to know the muns behind their muses, i can just be a tad anxious abt being perceived at times, which is silly i know lol. but just know, if i ever take a bit to reply, whether that’s ic or ooc ; if im following you, its because i want to write, & most likely because i want to chat, too! i can just be slow. it’s never personal, i would soft block or talk to you first if it was.
have fun! if you need me to change anything or any issues arise, by all means, let me know. roleplay should be a fun and inviting space for everyone, and i want to make it as comfortable and enjoyable as i can for all involved!
sorry for my inactivity — mental health is a rollercoaster, but i was watching b.lack b.utler in the living room && the roomie said, “i’m liking this.” so. a win is a win.
hi mutuals. ur all really cool && i appreciate u all making me feel so welcome here :’) tonight is my first night alone at work as a shift lead && im training a new hire, so im not sure how much ill be around — but im wishing the dash well, && i hope u all have a lovely day!
* may be revised, edited, added to, or changed as time goes on. currently a rough, loose concept of ideas.
— i’d really love to write sebastian && ciel’s early years together. possibly even right after the contract is made && ciel returns home. sebastian is embarrassingly out of his depth at first && knows little about how to take care of a human child, && ciel is still shaking off the remnants of his kidnapping while coming to terms && learning to understand what it means to become earl phantomhive.
— i just really love angst … so any time i get to write it is good for me. i’d love a situation where ciel is forced to act his own age a bit ; fearful, perhaps, or visibly upset in some way without being able to hide it, despite his attempts. i am weak about putting my favorite characters through the horrors.
— ciel interacting with more demonic ( or even angelic ) muses. would they be enemies? unlikely allies? who is to say.
— i am a sucker for anything whump-related. having ciel being sick or injured, && needing to be taken care of even as he’s fighting against it. yeah.
"i would certainly hope so. you would be ridiculously useless if that were untrue," ciel replies, but there is a darkness beneath his words, writhing && twisting without any real place to go. i know what you want. revenge? bloodshed? redemption? absolution? ciel wanted a lot of things. he wanted vengeance. he wanted justice, namely for himself, for the horrors he alone endured. he wanted others to feel a pain he could not even name. he oftentimes imagined it as blood, thick && damp, running rivulets through his fingers, or like bones shattering against his palms.
but the way sebastian speaks, voice lilting like a haunted lullaby, like silk covered in tar, gives ciel pause -- though he does his best not to show it. his butlers words feel like a test of sorts, or perhaps a gentle, albeit sharp, prodding. as if he wished to say, "i am well aware of your true desires. are you?" ciel detested the idea that anyone knew him better than he knew himself. he hated the idea that someone thought they knew him better even worse. though, griping && obstinance aside, if that were true of anyone, he knows it would be sebastian. what a detestable thought. something in his stomach drops before it turns rather spectacularly.
though he knows himself to be a master of chess off && on the board, a skilled performer && experienced wearer of many masks, he is silently thankful that his back is to sebastian. he isn't sure in this moment what his expression would give away. why would a simple declaration rattle him so? was it the sneaking of something much more sinister creeping around his syllables, forming a void around his words that ciel worried of falling into? he didn't want to give it much more thought. he blames the chill along his spine && the goosepimples sprouting along his arms on the frigid winter night air && his only being in a simple nightgown.
if he stayed turned away for much longer, his trepidation -- or maybe it was moreso uncertainty, mysterious && sickening -- would be an immediate giveaway. they were in a continuous game of cat && mouse, a never-ending tug of war, && ciel had no intention of giving sebastian any morsel of victory. not yet. finally, he slides his body into bed completely, falling into a familiar routine of more or less crawling into the middle of such a humongous beast of sheets && satin.
could it have been simpler than that? i know what you want. you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep. again. you allowed yourself that one iota of vulnerability, but never again. you want that, though. you want that, && i know that you do.
ciel doubts it. but he couldn't be certain. he settles on a glare towards sebastian that he hopes contains all the vitriol he can muster in a body so small && albeit exhausted.
"if you have something you would like to say, then say it. it's unbecoming of a butler to dance around what he really means. your constant riddles are trifling."
it was all part of this game that they play, ciel knew. he would pull on sebastian's leash as far as it would tug ( && maybe even a bit more ), enjoying the way he composed himself under the pressure, because his butler was nothing if not a salivating animal awaiting the moment his prey would buckle && falter. once ciel's hand slips from sebastian's proverbial collar, it would be time for the demon's canines to snap.
until then, ciel would do what he could to have his fun. he was always being told that he should act his age, that he should live && have his enjoyment && play. what was more fun than toying with a being nearly beyond mortal comprehension?
at sebastian's reply, ciel steadies himself against a roll of his eye. sometimes, it nearly felt as if he was under constant scrutiny -- sebastian was unwaveringly observant, && seemed to glean his own amusement from ciel's reactions ; particularly to irritants. if he could prevent sebastian from even an ounce of humor, he would consider himself victorious, if only mildly. he does, however, allow himself a proper scowl.
"you have now spent several years here with us mortals, yet you insist on pretending to know so little about us && our emotions && sensibilities. are you truly just that naive, sebastian? i would think a timeless being of such power," his voice drips with sarcasm, scowl twisting into something decidedly more mischievous, "would be more perceptive." ciel leans back in his chair, hands folded in his lap, as sebastian eventually acquiesces. he always does, && he always will. as is a butlers duty. a hum buzzes in the back of ciel's throat.
"that doesn't sound genuine to me, sebastian. how anyone believes you to be anything other than something inhuman is simply beyond me."
a bristle along his spine -- blink && you'll miss it. he has fought the undead, has outsmarted demonic entities whose hunger drives their very meaning, has been in close contact with grim reapers && monsters of all sorts, both mortal && immortal. && yet, facing off against any number of such villainous foes seems preferable over the current situation he is in. lizzie, in all of her skirts && bows && dainty, ladylike elegance, is a force not to be toyed with. to believe otherwise is to be made a fool, && ciel is certainly no fool.
it takes considerable effort to smooth his expression into something much more reasonable, something better befitting of ones betrothed. it was not out of anger at lizzie so much as it was at himself ; for letting his exhaustion show, for allowing a slip in his otherwise pristine mask. he rights it swiftly && can nearly feel the pieces of the person he has become shift back into place.
"i do not mean to displease you," he says with a level of sincerity that almost surprises himself, "that is never my intention. i was merely trying to say," ciel waves his hand in the air at the wrist, as if searching for the right words to grab, "is a winters ball truly the type of festivity you wish to be bothering yourself with? the holidays are nearly over, and i am doubtful that the weather would be agreeable."
not to mention, he had no desire for socialization. his birthday had come && gone once more. another turn around the earth && another year older. another year of clues to decipher. another year closer to his butler finally enjoying his meal. another year without them. he pulls a thin smile && has to refrain from tapping idly at his desk.
"would a smaller arrangement not better suit you? an outing to your favorite shops, perhaps? just you and me."
officially at work … sighing!! but in the meantime, i know i just kind of landed here, but how’s about blogs first starter call??? specify muse if ur a multi, && by all means lmk if u have a preference for theme / idea / etc.
his cheek squishes into the palm of his hand, a sigh fluttering in his chest but never fully gracing his lips. he sits at his desk, large chair practically engulfing him. an uncovered, piercingly blue eye slides to the outside world that is merely a window pane away ; it is bitterly cold, & while not a single snowflake has fallen, the clouds were heavy & grey with anticipation. his eyebrows draw to the center of his face, lips pulling into a decidedly unsavory scowl.
there is something tugging at his chest, something childish & bright that he was certain would have long been snuffed out by now. it is an urge to play -- to run the large expanse of grass that treads out before him in all directions. he wants to feel the wind against his face without the sharpness of winter stinging its claws into his flesh. he wants to sit beneath a tree, a sweet, single slice of cake decorating the corners of his mouth as he fumbles with a new funtomhive prototype, instead of laboring over endless, mountainous piles of paperwork.
but, it is much too cold, and he knows it is only beginning. not only that, but he has responsibilities. ciel allows himself a sigh, though short & quick, before pulling his gaze away. when was the last time he had even been graced by the suns humming, looming appearance in the sky? english winters were harsh, & it would seem this one would be no exception.
he stares down at his list of meetings & expectations for the day, trying not to let the words make his eyes swim. perhaps, if he were lucky, he'd be blessed with some well deserved entertainment today.
— # FVNTOMHIIVE [ . . . ] an independent, private, 21+ && semi - selective CIEL PHANTOMHIVE roleplay blog from the anime / manga black butler ( kuroshitsuji ). dark themes present. written by callum, he / it, 26.
crossover && oc friendly. canon compliant with headcanon influences. medium / low activity.
i am a real person who can write, promise. will try to get a little open starter on the blog before work today just to have something ic while i finish everything up here. but, hello!
