Disaster Kids

Disaster blog for our interdimensional OCs, run by @deadly-safety-scissors; @cosmic--lion and @grelleswife. Feel free to send us asks about whatever you like!

[grelleswife]

Broke: Actually writing something about my Sebagrelle kittens.

Woke: Making Picrews of them instead!

In descending order, Rose, Xander, and Viola Sutcliff-Michaelis. ❤️🖤

Rumor has it that Vi’s picture was taken on a date with her girlfriend, Nina Montmarcy (a reaper who works in Forensics with her). Grelle might have insisted she wear some roses in her hair. 😂

Here’s the link to the Picrew I used!

[ryousa]

[hitomikisugi]

I found a guy there I want to swim relays with.

[grelleswife]

😍 for your sebagrell kittens! Though I do wish you had bios of them somewhere, I had to hunt down a few posts 🙈

An ask about my kids!!! Thank you! I was in the process of writing character profiles for them several months ago, but I've been sidetracked by various projects. I really need to give them more love! TwT

What does it take to win them over? Rose: Sincerity. Rose is very forthright, and she expects the same level of candor from a friend or love interest. If you truly care about her and aren't afraid to speak your mind, you'll get along swimmingly. Xander/Rhea: Kindness. Xander is easily the most softhearted and emotionally vulnerable of the Sutcliff-Michaelis kittens, and tends to get along best with compassionate, sensitive individuals. If you are gentle and considerate, they'll welcome you with open arms.

Viola: Intelligence. Vi is nowhere near as arrogant or condescending as Bassy, but she doesn't have much patience for people who can't keep up with her intellectually. A keen mind is the quickest way to this girl's heart.  

[cyanide-chicken]

90s 

patreon|prints

[nicerandsmarterthanme]

[ladyilena-deactivated20230226]

Massive doodle dump [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

I had a grand plan for this one, but never got to deliver. ;c;

(wow i REALLY do have so many Natashas)

[janey-jane]

SLOW-MO SPIN TIME to show off those 80 hours of hand beading, painting, embroidery, and rhinestoning. So proud of how this ‘Milky Way’ dress design turned out 💙🌌🌠

lots more bts on the design process and construction on insta

[unicornempire]

Oh my gosh how lovely!!! 

[artmagine]

[fassstalk]

starry night

[knm-z]

誕生日おめでとう🌸

[wolf-fram]

[grelleswife]

Maybe 89. “You’re holding back.” With Astre and Rose because I think they could have a really fun relationship, I mean she is his sister-in-law!

The OC Astre Phantomhive belongs to the wonderful @deadly-safety-scissors and is used with permission.

Astre sighed wistfully as he walked down the path leading away from the Sutcliff-Michaelis house. He knew that Xander’s captivating red eyes and kind smile would haunt him for the rest of the day. The reaper had stopped by under some feeble pretense to visit with Xander; over time, the two had gradually become friends, though Astre secretly wished they could be more. His heart hadn’t stood a chance against that sweet, gentle soul, but he was certain that Xander would never reciprocate his feelings. Why was his love always ill-fated? Astre despondently kicked a pebble, watching it skip ahead. Then came the sound of footsteps striding towards him. It was none other than Xander’s twin Rose, a look of determination (and exasperation?) on her face. Her hellhound Eustacia padded obediently beside her, eyes blazing with infernal fire.

Crossing her arms, Rose planted both feet firmly on the ground and cocked an eyebrow. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

Astre’s jaw dropped. “E-excuse me?”

“On second thought, you’re a bloody idiot. You’re holding back for no reason, Astre.”

“What the devil are you talking about?” he protested indignantly.

She shot him a withering glare. “Xander, obviously. The two of you have been crazy about each other for months, and if you don’t get a move on, I might order Eustacia to eat you.” The hellhound lifted her upper lip to reveal gleaming white canines.

Astre staggered backwards, less out of fear of Eustacia than due to shock at what Rose had so casually said.

“I-I—”

“Zip it, star boy. Xander doesn’t just have a crush on you, he’s pining after you. You’re literally the only person who hasn’t figured it out yet. Viola and I know. Mum knows. She thinks you’d be adorable together, by the way. Dad knows, gods help us all. If he wasn’t a demon, he’d have had an aneurysm over one of his kittens being a lovesick idiot for one of the Phantomhives!”

Astre blinked in confusion. Sebastian’s wrathful gaze had seemed positively murderous the last few times he’d stopped by, but he’d put it down to their usual antipathy. The former butler had devoured his little brother’s soul, after all, so the two were hardly on good terms.

And she’d said Xander was…pining? Lovesick? Over HIM?! A flush of pink bloomed on Astre’s cheeks.

Meanwhile, Rose grabbed the reaper by the front of his shirt and hauled him back to the house, Eustacia trotting on Astre’s other side as if to prevent him from running away.

“Now, see here–!” he squawked. A part of him would always be an earl, and he was unaccustomed to being manhandled in this way. You didn’t strike a lady, though, even one as fearsome as Rose Sutcliff-Michaelis.

“Astre V.C. Phantomhive, I am taking you to my brother’s room and locking it with the strongest binding spell I know, and I swear by all the gods that I am not letting you out until you confess to him! Don’t hold back.”

After finding himself facing an equally confused and flustered Xander, Astre didn’t hold back, and that was how he learned to his eternal delight that his feelings were reciprocated in full.

[incorrect-interdimensional]

Astre Phantomhive, Sam Sutcliff & Xander Sutcliff-Michaelis

👗 🐾 👠/👗 🐾 👠/👗 🐾 👠

[incorrect-interdimensional]

"Phantomhive? Sir? There's a letter for you."

The voice of his fag, Lawrence Bluewer broke him out of his concentration with what could've almost counted as a start had he not caught himself in time. The younger boy set an envelope down on the table next to him with a small smile before which Astre returned in a manor most charming as he let out a small bemused laugh. It was late in the school year, far too late to be receiving letters in the Phantomhive hair's opinion, all the boys were too busy preparing for the Christmas holidays which were starting the following week.

Still he picked up the envelope, turning it over curiously. The front bore only his last name and not in any handwriting he recognised.

"A letter? At this time?" He let out another laugh. "Perhaps it's simply another Christmas card! I do seem to be acquiring quite the collection of them." He gestured to the neat rows of them that Bluewer himself had been tidying earlier. The sixteen year old still had no idea how he had possibly obtained so many; and not just from his family and varying political connections who wanted to stay on good terms with his father but from some of the younger boys in the school too. Some containing almost sordid fantasies in their interior...some of the first years were rather poetic little things and he had to wonder if he had ever been that bad at eleven. Surely not! And the older boys while less poetic were no less carnal at times, the blue house prefect had near blushed at some of the things written.

"Afraid not Sir," Bluewer replied, hiding his mouth behind his hand in what Astre was certain was an attempt to hide a smile. "No, this came from the Headmaster and were he to start sending cards to students, there may be some sort of enquiry."

A fair point Astre thought to himself as Lawrence went back to his work, tidying up Astre's bookshelf and leaving the sixteen year old to muse over this mysterious letter some more.

It had to be from his mother, he concluded. Wishing him well and once more expressing regret at the fact that he had once more missed his brothers' birthday. The twins were ten now, quite the young gentlemen. He did rather regret missing Ciel and Lune's birthday, he should've liked to see the look on their faces as they opened their gifts from him. But he couldn't leave the school until term was over, not unless he wanted a sound beating and detention.

He sighed. Finally giving in to his curiosity with a muffled. "Bother...what can they want with me now?"

Bluewer lingered in the background, most likely wondering if he would be needed to run a reply back to the Headmaster, given that it was his job to perform such tasks.

For a while there was silence as Astre lazily skimmed the contents of the letter with his gaze. Then he stilled. Frozen as a sculpture of ice in his seat. His already pale complexion paled further until it took on a sickly grey hue and he looked almost as though he were about to lose his supper. Green eyes widened in horror as they darted back up to the top to reread what he was certain was just some sort of terrible misread.

He slammed the letter down on the table top, chair pushing backwards and clattering to the floor with a crash that the Phantomhive heir seemed not to hear. His hands leant on either side of the letter, head hung between trembling hands as his heart beat seemed to pound in his own ears. His world narrowed down to the words on the page. He let out what could almost have been a choked sob.

It wasn't possible...it just...it couldn't be. No...

The normally unflappable prefect was beyond shaken at the words he'd read. To the point that he barely registered he was being spoken to.

"-stre? What's wrong? What can I do?"

"They're...Bluewer...Lawrence...they're dead..." There in his aunt's writing was an account of how the manor and all its inhabitants had been burnt to corpses by a raging inferno not two hours ago.

"What? Who?" His fag replied anxiously, not understanding the situation in full. Astre wished that could be him.

"My...my parents. The servants. It...the entire manor has burnt to the ground. It seems only Old Man Tanaka made it out of there alive and even he's fighting for his life in hospital as of right now." There had been no mention of his brothers' bodies however, it seemed as though they'd both disappeared into thin air, although he had no time to ponder the question.

The sound of a breath catching behind him told him that his fag had finally realised the situation at hand and this made it all the more real to him. This had truly happened. His whole family. Mother. Father. The twins. They were gone. He was the only one left.

Another choked sob wracked through him though he still did not shed a tear. There would be time for that later. He couldn't fall to pieces now. Even if his whole world was collapsing. He turned to face his fag, no longer looking like the confident young man who turned male and female heads wherever he went but more like a lost child who'd been abandoned in the middle of the woods and knew not where to go or what to do. He was lost. A world of responsibilities had been thrust upon his shoulders now, ones he'd not expected to have for another decade at least.

Suddenly it seemed as though the walls of his room were attempting to close around him, threatening to suffocate the very life from him even as he half listened to Bluewer telling him that he should go to his aunt's and sort things out from there. His aunt...

"I need to tell Edward..." He said suddenly. His cousin needed to know, the poor boy couldn't be left in the dark about this. "Bluewer...prepare my suitcase...please?"

The last word came out as a small plea before the Phantomhive boy steeled himself and strode out of the dorm, making his way to the green house dormitories with a heavy heart and a burning sensation in his eyes that he refused to give into.

[incorrect-interdimensional]

Xander Sutcliff-Michaelis/Astre Phantomhive

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[reaperzine]

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