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YES HELLO FRIENDS HELLO HI. I'm just dropping in to let you all know that yes, I am alive. To all those I owe, I'm extremely sorry, but my schedule's really taken a toll on me. Band camp leaves very little time for roleplaying. So, I'm letting you all know that yes, I am still on hiatus, and I will be back on the 31st to get to those that I owe. If all those I owe could like this post or send me an ask, I would be incredibly thankful. squints at claude and ronald.
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exhales. So, I've been under a lot of emotional stress as of these last few days, and I really haven't had the muse to write much of anything. So, I'm just letting everyone I owe that there's gonna be a tad bit of a wait.
I know I owe Nina, Ciel, and Raven for sure. Please like this post if I missed you! I'll get to everyone when I feel able, and that'll be in a few days. I just need to rest a bit. uvu Thanks!
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Well, I still have two asks in the ask box. Both are the "last thing my muse would say to yours" squares, one from Stocking and one from Sera. Unfortunately, I'm all written out, and don't really feel like answering them. Besides, I have a dentist appointment in a few hours, so I should probably sleep.
Sorry you two! I will most definitely answer them next week! <3 I'll start working on replies tomorrow as well. I believe I owe two, not to mention a reply to Madame Red's wonderful open post! I'm sorry if I'm a tad slow, I've also been neglecting my independent Sebastian account and the replies I owe there. I'll talk to you all tomorrow! Stasi
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▣: The last thing my muse would say before killing yours.
Silence was the only thing that stood between them, creating a fragile distance, one that seemed to beg to be broken. Even now, in their last moments, he still exuded everything a Phantomhive butler should be able to offer. He stood tall, posture as perfect as it always had been, before his master, who watched him with tired eyes. "Three years," he spoke, voice carrying the delicate quality of silk, veiled under his breath. "Three years I spent in your company, and three years you spent in mine." To him, it felt like an instant. Those three years had felt as if he had barely had enough time to blink. He supposed it was the product of living for an eternity. Time began warping before his eyes. To the boy however, living the life of a human, it had felt like a very long time. The demon could see it in those weary eyes of his, cobalt hues filled with fatigue. Sebastian could still bring those memories to the surface of his mind, have them play back again as if they were playing right before him. A child, bruised and bloodied, stood before him, eyes wide with mingled fear and despair. Those dark blue eyes had shown him only anguish and agony, and now, three years later, they showed only boredom and weariness. "How far you have come in such a short time, young master," he commented quietly, remaining completely still. "You have done what many humans fail to do. You have quelled despair with wrath and pride, and have managed to exact revenge on those who have wronged you." A pause. "And here you are now, staring at me in a manner best described as monotonous." Perhaps it was a trick of the dim lighting, but one could swear that his gaze softened, expression morphing into one of a sad fondness. There was silence for a few moments, and then the butler’s mouth opened once more. "You were a worthy master of a demon, my lord." And Sebastian extended his arm before bringing his palm to his chest in a flourish, stooping into a slight bow. That was just it, wasn’t it? He was a demon. For three years he had lived under the alias of Sebastian Michaelis, nothing more than a rather talented butler. But underneath that milky complexion, beneath that sly smile, lay a monster. And it was here, now, that the monster would be freed. Their contract had been all but completed, and as of now, he had no use for the lie he had told. For Ciel Phantomhive was not the only one who would die tonight. With his master, Sebastian Michaelis would perish as well. "Truly worthy…" Expression becoming unreadable, stoic in every possible mannerism, the butler stepped forward, kneeling before the child for a final time. As he stepped into the light, it returned. The melancholy sentimentality flickered in his gaze as he stared into the eyes of his meal, focusing on the blue one, the only one capable of showing emotion. There was another moment of silence between them before Sebastian broke it. "Your orders, master?" And there, with the child’s response, determined and strong as ever despite the lingering foreboding in his gaze, came the words Sebastian had waited to hear for so very long. The order to devour his soul. With them, his lips curled into the smirk that had become so familiar to the boy.
"Yes, my lord."
Gives you a box of kittens.
No one was quite as familiar with frustration as the Phantomhive butler was. No one. Anyone can drop something, anyone can fail at something they try at repeatedly, and anyone can grow a tad annoyed with another person. But not anyone can stand in a room full of disgusting creatures and endure them coating you with their saliva. Anyone else would surely combust. The butler ran his hands through his hair, making a futile attempt to ignore how wet the ankles of his trousers were, coated in the drivel of those wretched canines. He loathed the way it felt on his skin, the way the odor seemed to burn the hairs of his nose, the way they all remained ignorant to his hatred. There were times in which he doubted that the boy’s soul was truly worth these trifling efforts. As he passed the front door, he was stopped. There was a light knocking from the other side, the sounds seeming almost rushed. Turning on his heel, composing his expression into one of warmth, he moved to answer it. He pulled the door open, a greeting and an apology for the master’s lack of time prepared, only to fall silent. There was no one at the door. No one but the sound of mewling. Arching a brow, Sebastian looked down. His lips parted in surprise, gaze softening immediately at what he saw. There, before him, were several felines, each undoubtedly new to the world. Eyes closed, they continued to purr and cry softly. They begged for his attention, but not in the way a canine did. These felines did not seek love or affection, but instead, pampering. They pawed at each other pompously, and Sebastian could do nothing but stare at them in awe. Such wonderful, noble creatures, felines were.
Without so much as a second thought, he scooped up the box and turned on his heel, closing the door behind him. These felines would soon be delivered to his wardrobe, where they would live. The young master would not find them there, and these kittens would have ten other fellows, all of which Sebastian picked up off the streets.
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Ciel buys a large amount of huskies for you to look after. And by large amount, I mean enough to fill up an entire bedroom.
The young lord seemed to have a knack for calling at the times Sebastian found himself the busiest. Standing amidst a flushed Bard and a slab of meat that would now serve better as charcoal than a meal, a bell rang. Sebastian turned, brows furrowed and lips twitching in evident frustration. The young master was sending for him from the bedroom, it seemed. He turned, giving the so-called chef a ‘request,’ which was, in all honesty, a demand. Do not touch anything in my absence. Grabbing his coat from the rack, he exited the kitchen, slipping his arms through the sleeves and buttoning it as he went. The child likely desired a parfait or some other kind of dessert, of which he should know by now that his butler would deny. The boy spoiled his dinner far too much because of Sebastian suddenly slowed, brows knitting, but this time caused by confusion rather than frustration. He was suddenly hit with a rather strong scent, one he knew all too well, one he detested all too much. A rather nasty feeling settling itself in the pit of his stomach, he began moving again, quicker this time. The stench only grew more prominent as he proceeded, odor yanking at his nostrils. He knocked exactly thrice before entering, and when he did, he had the overwhelming urge to turn on his heel and leave. There, in front of him, was a room filled with dogs. Large ones, each with wide, brilliantly colored eyes. As soon as the door opened, they all reared their ugly heads, fascinated by the man that was their new master. It didn’t take much more than a moment for their tongues to protrude from their foul mouths in excitement, filling the room with their putrid breath as they neared him. Before he could react in more than a surprised stare, however, he was attacked from behind. Pluto had seemed to pull himself out of thin air, wrapping himself around Sebastian. A low growl rose from his throat, warning his new fellows that the butler was ‘his.’ Once again, before Sebastian could shake him off, he was stopped. A large, wet, and foul tongue found his cheek, sliding against his flesh in what was supposed to be affection. In response, the other dogs gave growls of their own, each fighting to paw at Sebastian’s legs.
Absolutely disgusted and livid, the steward turned to the boy who sat on his bed, a sly smirk curled over his mouth. It was one that matched Sebastian’s own sneers. It seemed that he had learned to fight fire with fire.
Gives you a dog bone
Sebastian stared down at the object, gaze hardening at the mere sight of it. The young master’s expression, as always, remained stoic. His posture still perfect, one hand resting on his walking stick the only thing out of the ordinary was his other arm, which was extended. In the palm of his hand rested a bone, one that was suited for the likes of a canine.
The butler arched a brow, distaste filled stare never softening as he extended his own arm, taking it. He lifted it with only his index and middle fingers, never having been happier to be wearing gloves. "Pray tell, young master," he began, still holding the bone up, “what do you expect me to do with this?”
Gives you a dog to look after
For a long, painstakingly gauche moment, there was silence. Sebastian’s gaze was bright with nothing short of unbridled contempt as he glowered down at the thing resting in his young master’s arms. There, staring up at him with its tongue out, was a dog. A small one, one that had far too much fur and, from what Sebastian could see, far too much saliva. Its eyes were wide, filled with, quite the opposite of Sebastian’s gaze, joviality. Already, it found itself wanting to please him, wanting to remain by his side. Such disgustingly loyal creatures, canines were.
"Young master," he began, smile obviously forced, "what is this mess waiting to happen?"
Gives you a cup of tea over his head
Sebastian had become accustomed to speaking out of turn. It had become somewhat of a trademark. A subtly snide remark here, an unnecessary chortle there it was all in good fun, really. The frustration that contorted the child’s expression was always amusing, even more so when he attempted to hide it. Perhaps the steward had become too used to his remarks going unpunished. He had closed his mouth after speaking, a remark regarding the how short his master’s temper was (just as his height,) freshly cleared from his tongue. However, rather than grimacing, the Earl Phantomhive merely beckoned for his butler to approach. Sebastian did so instantly, finding himself slightly curious as to what was going to happen. As soon as he stopped, now next to the nobleman’s chair, he was told to bend forward. He did so immediately, and, before he could do much else, a cup of scalding hot tea was poured onto his head, drenching not only his hair, but his scalp.
Pain would usually not affect him, but in his already weakened state inflicted by the scientists, as well as his starvation, he found something akin to agony. Taking a sharp inhale of mingled surprise and anguish, he brought his hands to his head. This was awfully reminiscent to the time the young master had poured hot tea over his hands. Perhaps Sebastian should learn to keep that tongue of his between his teeth.
WH4CK you got smacked on the butt with a cane by a crazy giggling girl congrats
This marked the second time that he had been assaulted by someone in Hive City. Though this time differed slightly. The smack elicited a small, but very sharp, gasp from him. Instantly, his eyes narrowed, hatred swirling within hues of sanguine.
"I’m afraid I must advise you to never so much as attempt to do that again. That is, unless you desire that cane through your stomach." He did not so much as turn as he spoke.
[/gives you a cookie]
Sebastian eyed the object for a moment, silent. Perhaps it was only a figment of the imagination, but one could swear they saw contempt pass over those claret irises of his. Before they could decide on it, however, a smile dances over his features.
"I’m very much obliged." He extends his arm, closing only his index finger and thumb around the cookie, slipping it from the other’s hands.
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▣: The last thing my muse would say before killing yours.
"It’s a pity, really," he mused softly, shards of glass crunching under the weight of his boots as he paced forward. Rust colored hues never left her limp form as he parted his lips again. "I found you to be quite interesting. Your abilities piqued my interest." The crunching suddenly ceased, pieces of the now broken windows now free of his weight. He stood beside her, eyes narrowing as he stared down at her.
"However, it appears as if I overestimated your abilities as well as your intelligence." Extending a leg, he lifted her chin with his shoe, clicking his tongue in a way that suggested he was chiding her. "One should know never to touch another’s prey," and with that, he slipped a butter knife from his waistcoat. His intents were clear.
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Truth: What's the secret to great strawberry mousse?
Truth: Muse must answer truthfully to any/all questions.
"I wouldn’t call it a secret, but I suppose I do have a trick of sorts." Sebastian’s lips quirked as he tilted his head, pausing for a moment before speaking once more. "While the dish is meant to be cold, it is not one that is solid. The best of them turn out creamy and soft. To achieve this, one must simply prepare with care." He allotted a small chortle.
"When preparing mousse, one must be gentle, yet attentive. Allow the dessert to move about and fluff itself, but keep it contained at the same time. One mustn’t make a mess, after all. The dish requires constant vigilance, but if given too much, it can become too hard. It’s a recipe of contradictions, but it isn’t difficult to grasp. Simply follow your instinct."
truth: is it true that you were the cause of the black death spreading?
Truth: Muse must answer truthfully to any/all questions.
"Ah, I did say that I was, didn’t I?" Amusement tugged at the corners of his lips as he brought a hand to his chin. "Though that remark was mostly for the purpose of theatrics."
"I suppose you could say that yes, I was partly responsible for infecting the rats in the first place. It was a mistake, in all honesty. A rather embarrassing one that I’d rather not go into."
