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i am an appetite, nothing more.

[cielmichaelis]

please consider: sebastian and ciel going out on dates while ciel crossdresses

ciel in a pretty dress and heels, on sebastian's arm like a trophy wife. they both love to be undercover, to play these games in public where the stakes are high.

ciel loves to be introduced as sebastian's wife to people he already knows. sebastian takes pleasure in outwitting simple humans, just for the contrast of seeing how much smarter his master is in comparison.

they both enjoy playing the part of the wealthy socialite couple, getting to be affectionate in public while other couples look on in admiration or jealousy.

[gothician]

Ciel calls it mastering the art of deception, Sebastian doesn't believe it one bit. “You are one dedicated actor.” Speaks so with the gloved hand of his lady hovering near his lips. Tone playful.

“I am not fond of botched work, Sebastian. Practice makes perfect, you've said it yourself.” Ciel's petulant, hand retreating to wave his partner off. It's a halfhearted gesture, a vicious smile sits at the corner of his mouth. Cheeky. Sebastian tilts his head, laugh escaping his nostrils. Revels in his master's surprise when he pulls him closer by the waist. “And what a perfect lover you make, my Lady.”

[...]

Those secretive hangouts happen just often enough for Ciel to eventually get excellent at dancing. Sebastian doesn't hesitate to comment on it between a twist of the wrist and the both of them swirling chest to chest. “A shame Lady Elizabeth shall never know that the young master dances as lovingly as herself.” That gets him a heeled foot to kick his ankle. Sebastian only smiles more. “Darling,” Ciel speaks venom with a tight little mouth. “Eyes on me. It is uncouth to speak of another woman in front of your wife.”

Sebastian inhales slowly. He's good.

[gothician]

Something about jealous Sebastian x boy who interchangeably mistakes love for adrenaline Ciel is so funny to me. Ciel who plays little games, pokes around the flames to see how Sebastian would react to this or that. And when Sebastian's eyes are red and heavy, the tremor in Ciel's guts is dark. He should be offended of having Sebastian defy glances and quip back coldly. And yet.

[ungunned]

pairing: sabo/ace theme: blood liturgies

failure makes men pray; sabo scrubs.

sabo's pulse is in his fingertips and his hands writhe in water. it’s crisp, iron-cool, and the bucket is halfway full, its lip too narrow for the coat he’d forced into it. he scrapes wool against itself until his elbow’s wetter than his face, fabric fuzzing and pilling. the safehouse is no more than smoke, possibly humility. 

the body count is still in tally. 

he rips at pockets, turns them inside out. cold water pulls protein apart, they’d said. egg and dairy. pig’s blood, too. blood. the water's a vague shade of brown, not brown enough; darker means his coat is cleaner. sabo is the perfect idiot. a dry, furious sob barks out of him. forty hours of insomnia, of tactical crudities and directional errata and maps to nowhere. people dead in uncomplicated, preventable ways. 

his head fragments in rushing colour and mosaic. the particular ache of shoulders tensed for days. 

sabo jerks his hands from the bucket, presses them over his face. fuck, fuck. a sleeve smacks over the rim, and when he reaches back—violence in motion, maybe if he uses nails, soap scum, the heel of his palm, pulls seams loose until it’s flat fabric—a hand yanks him by the elbow, forcing sabo from a crouch into a seat. 

tipping, the back of his head hits ace’s knees. sabo meets those stern, lidded eyes, and shame bursts in his chest. 

“it’s not gonna come out.”

sabo’s jaw locks. “yeah.”

sighing, ace reaches for his face, kneels until sabo’s head is cushioned on thighs. he eases a thumb into sabo’s mouth, hooks his jaw open and kneads circles into his gums. the finger pulls back, streaked with blood. he massages the hinge of his jaw. “stop clenching. you’re hurting yourself.”

“hardly matters,” brows peaking, sabo’s lip rises over teeth. he sucks the blood off them. “i forgot to die, twice. should’ve tried harder.”

ace smacks his cheek, tender. “people die when they die. not your fault or your decision.”

“stopped you from dying, didn’t i?” sabo’s voice scrapes, pities itself. “once.”

ace leans to knock their inverse noses. his face is stiff architecture; knife-cut jaw, cliff-fall nose, bones in his cheeks. his mouth is soft when it finds the corner of sabo’s. the words move in place. “in another life, you didn’t. i would’ve loved you, still—as they do, now.”

the safehouse is a singed, irresolute black, empty and made to echo. the bucket rings cold when sabo kicks it over, desperate to crawl back into ace. sabo—long-limbed, apollonian, chief like it mattered—reduced to hurtling joints. liturgy on his breath, crooked with failure.

“i’d follow the dust that took you—” sabo crashes into him, teeth on the neck, and ace’s skin streaks red; a goat slaughtered at the throat “—i'd never wash the blood off me. not yours.”

[funeralroseparade]

I love the Christmas colors and winter arrangements! Just in time for the holidays

r!Ciel separating Sebastian from o!Ciel via the bitter rabbit and dangling it in front of him is ominous. Along with that move, r!Ciel seems to be showing dominance, with his satisfied facial expression and legs draped over o!Ciel's lap.

The twins' earrings are interesting to me because the colors are a reversal from the chess piece colors usually associated with them: o!Ciel has been black, while r!Ciel has been white. In this art, those colors are switched.

Overall their outfits seem to mirror each other, with the swapped red/white clothing elements and hair ornaments on opposite sides of their heads.

Hanakotoba for the plants in the twins' hair ornaments:

Pine: eternal youth, immortality, bravery, sympathy, pity, tenacity. Pine is the Japanese birth flower for December 14th, the twins' birthday. "Eternal youth" seems ominous to me - how much longer does either twin have to live?

Holly: domestic/familial happiness, vigilance, protection, belief in God, foresight, future prospects. Holly can be used to keep away demons/evil spirits

Mistletoe: kiss me, overcoming difficulties, patience. As stated by Finny in the orphanage arc, mistletoe is a parasitic plant that steals water/nutrients from its host tree

Cotton: envelop me, delicacy, excellence, usefulness, sublime. The "envelop me" meaning made me think of the theory that UT will try to put o!Ciel's soul into r!Ciel's body

[funeralroseparade]

TIL there are entries for Black Butler on the Internet Movie Firearms Database (IMFDB), a wiki that identifies the types of guns and firearms that appear in films, TV, video games, and anime

There are pages for Season 1 (this page seems particularly thorough), along with Book of the Atlantic

[xcosmicreaver]

lowkey in love with that one scene in green witch arc when sebastian's eye color changed from red when he was facing a fucking german armored tank to honey/amber when adressing ciel, dusting off his feet and joking how he'd have to keep holding him up to maintain the sullivan illusion. it's such a tiny detail but im so. weak for all of that

[t-stray]

Going back to my old intent of reproducing some manga panels!

© Yana Toboso

[descriptionofhellas]

After the Campania

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He woke him up when he sneezed because of his allergies, probably

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[vishnovy]

yeah, sure

[gothberrytart]

souls entwined

[cannibal-dogz]

I JUST NOTICED THE CUTEST DETAIL IN PUBLIC SCHOOL ARC

The eyepatch Ciel wears, it doesn't tie, it just wraps around his ears.

As we learned in Book of Circus, Ciel can't tie a knot for shit. So Sebastian must've picked that eyepatch out because he knew he wouldn't be able to get Ciel ready every morning

UGHH I LOVE SEBACIEL THEY R SO CUTE

And then the times he does wear an eyepatch that ties, it's because Sebastian was there to help him get ready <3

[gothician]

I miss Sebaciel so much, I've been busy lately. I just want Sebastian to hold Ciel's cheeks between gloved thumb & index while scolding him for putting himself in danger. And yet he has the softest of smiles and brows skewed by tender amusement. And Ciel who's never upset for long, got a playful demon by his side. It's hard to resist playing along. His partner in crime.

[sionisjaune]

mutuals please tell me what your username means to you! after some reflection I realize I have no idea what most of your urls mean and I’m really interested to know!

[a-sad-writer]

While they are out in London, some woman tries to flirt with Sebastianand he immediatly points at his hand and says "I'm married." as if a ring was hiding under his glove but actually he's pointing at his contract seal and Ciel blushes so much when he notices

[descriptionofhellas]

[cielmichaelis]

please consider: sebastian and ciel going out on dates while ciel crossdresses

ciel in a pretty dress and heels, on sebastian's arm like a trophy wife. they both love to be undercover, to play these games in public where the stakes are high.

ciel loves to be introduced as sebastian's wife to people he already knows. sebastian takes pleasure in outwitting simple humans, just for the contrast of seeing how much smarter his master is in comparison.

they both enjoy playing the part of the wealthy socialite couple, getting to be affectionate in public while other couples look on in admiration or jealousy.

[gothician]

Ciel calls it mastering the art of deception, Sebastian doesn't believe it one bit. “You are one dedicated actor.” Speaks so with the gloved hand of his lady hovering near his lips. Tone playful.

“I am not fond of botched work, Sebastian. Practice makes perfect, you've said it yourself.” Ciel's petulant, hand retreating to wave his partner off. It's a halfhearted gesture, a vicious smile sits at the corner of his mouth. Cheeky. Sebastian tilts his head, laugh escaping his nostrils. Revels in his master's surprise when he pulls him closer by the waist. “And what a perfect lover you make, my Lady.”

[...]

Those secretive hangouts happen just often enough for Ciel to eventually get excellent at dancing. Sebastian doesn't hesitate to comment on it between a twist of the wrist and the both of them swirling chest to chest. “A shame Lady Elizabeth shall never know that the young master dances as lovingly as herself.” That gets him a heeled foot to kick his ankle. Sebastian only smiles more. “Darling,” Ciel speaks venom with a tight little mouth. “Eyes on me. It is uncouth to speak of another woman in front of your wife.”

Sebastian inhales slowly. He's good.

[ena333333]

on the run but made it glamorous