I'll save you, even if it kills me.

- Independent RP and ask blog for Eric Slingby of Kuroshitsuji - Please read rules and about before interacting - M!A - None, accepting

[livingdeadprince]

Welp, that’s it for me.

Due to the drama in every single fandom I’m a part of, I have decided that, for my own mental well being, I will be unfollowing all blogs that are part of said fandoms as well as putting my blogs involved in these fandoms on semi-permanent hiatus. It’s nothing personal on any of you, but I seriously can’t handle all the fighting over fiction. I will NOT be unfollowing personal blogs, or blogs NOT in the following fandoms:

Kuroshitsuji - this means my ask and roleplay blogs, as well as my fic blog, are being REMOVED from Tumblr and to a different account until the ship wars die down. Steven Universe Rick and Morty Literally any other fandom involved in these damn ship wars.

Seriously, I hope everyone involved is getting their rocks off at this. I’ve been a member of these fandoms far too long to want to leave, but I feel I’ve been shoved aside by the immaturity of the fanbases. I’m sick of being called pedophile because of what I ship, and I’m tired of my girlfriend being accused of the same. It’s childish and unnecessary.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

Ugh...

My muse for this account is hella low once again... Eric is incredibly fickle... I'm going to be making this muse inactive until he decides to return from holiday with Alan. -w-

[memories-in-the-ericas]

Kidnapping AU with @reaperinthorns

Eric hadn’t wanted it to resort to this - he really hadn’t. He knew Alan had to work. He knew Alan needed to be able to do things on his own. He knew it was necessary that Alan do these things to recover.

But none of that mattered to him anymore. After years of not being able to help the object of his desires fight the unknown disease within him, Eric Slingby had finally taken matters into his own two hands. Alan Humphries, the sickly man in question, was currently tied to a little wooden kitchen chair in the middle of Eric’s living room.

All of the doors to the small apartment were locked, and every set of drapes was closed. The only source of light was the glow from the muted television on the far side of the room, playing old children’s cartoons. A bottle of whiskey sat open on the table in the kitchen, a stout little glass filled to the brim with the dark liquid. The smell of the liquor could be traced all the way back to Eric’s form, standing in front of the poor brunette in bondage with a dark smirk adorning his features.

Eric watched as Alan struggled, which only further entertained the drunken blonde.  “Ye’re so cute, strugglin’ like that,” he commented, a slight slur to his words. “Maybe I can make ya struggle a li’tle more?”

@reaperinthorns

[reaperinthorns]

Alan wasn’t sure exactly what had came over Eric. He wasn’t doing so well himself. He had been stricken with a disease that was incurable and he wished that he didn’t have to be so sick.

Looking around the room after having been kidnapped, Alan was hoping that Eric would allow him to see the sun, But no he wasn’t able to see the light of day. The only thing that was emitting light that was dim was the television that playing old children’s cartoons. He could smell the liquor on Eric as he spoke to the smaller man.

“Why can’t I go and be free?” He asked struggling against the binding that held him to the chair. “I’m not….” He coughed a little as he looked at Eric.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

Deep down, Eric knew what he was doing was wrong. But in his own mind, it was for the right reason. After all, the ends justified the means, didn’t they? He bore down on the brunette man with cold eyes, a very odd mix of emotions shining through that tough exterior. If Alan looked closely, he just might be able to see a few of those conflicting feelings behind the larger man’s glasses.

His mind was fuzzy, and it took him a moment to process that Alan had actually responded to him, even if that response had been cut short by his coughing. Once he did manage to comprehend it, Eric bent forward a bit, putting himself at eye level with his captive.

“Why would I let ya free? S’ ya can go overwork yerself again?” he scolded. “I did this cause ye’re gettin’ worse, Alan, and we both know it.” There was truth to his words, and even a bit of concern. But, those two small things didn’t have a chance to belittle the more negative things Eric was feeling about all this - shame, worry, disgust with himself, a bit of lust at seeing Alan tied up, and, most of all, fear for Alan’s life.

[reaperinthorns]

The smaller man looked up at the older man’s eyes seeing the coldness behind them. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. A few tears began to trickle down his face. Coughing a little more he couldn’t help but look down at the floor beneath his feet. 

Alan heard Eric scold him. “But I need to work…..It’s the only thing that keeps me from thinking about being ill.” He told him as he continued to feel the tears in his eyes. “You need to understand Eric…….I need the money.”

[memories-in-the-ericas]

“Go’damm’t, Alan, we’ll ge’ money!” Eric yelled, not willing to tell Alan that he’d already taken care of that little detail in his own way. He raised himself back up, turning in frustration away from the other. They would be fine… Alan would get better, and they could just live a normal life, couldn’t they?

“I know ya need somethin’ ta keep ya from dwellin’ on it,” he began again and crossed his arms over his chest, his voice lowered as the alcohol made him anger lower momentarily. “But what good’s it do for ya to hurt yerself workin’? That’ll kill ya even sooner ‘an doin’ jack shit all fuckin’ day will!”

[reaperinthorns]

Alan didn’t understand at all what Eric meant. He couldn’t help but look confused. “Eric, I…” hate upsetting you … he wanted to say but wasn’t sure what the other man would say. 

“What should I do? Eric let me know your suggestions….I need to keep my mind off things….” He coughed again as he looked up at Eric. Alan wanted to let the other man know that he needed something other than sitting home all day thinking about his illness.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

The taller man gave an exaggerated sigh. There was no way in hell he was going to tell Alan what he had done… But he wasn’t going to lie, either. He never had been above bending the truth. “I jus’ came inta some money,” he half fibbed. “We’ll be fine for a while withou’ ya workin’ yer tail off like ya been.” He turned back toward Alan, a more calm look to his face as he did so. He hated having to do this, but he knew it was necessary if Alan was ever going to get better. Or, at least, if he were to have a hand in Alan getting better.

The truth was that Eric had borrowed money from some shady contacts on the other side of the town they lived in. He was expected to pay back the debt with plenty of interest, as well as carry out a few drug deals to keep the bastards off his hide. But Alan would be heartbroken if he knew…

[reaperinthorns]

“If I promise to not go to work will you let me go?” He asked and then heard that Eric had gotten money but where from he had no idea. Now that had him slightly suspicious but he wasn’t going to let Eric worry about him more. 

“Eric….I need to be let go….my wrists hurt and I am hungry.” He told him. Yes Alan had been struggling but he had been kept in the room for a few days without much thought on other things.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

The blonde bit the inside of his lip. He knew Alan was suspicious, but he could only hope that it would blow over and he wouldn’t ask any questions. He walked closer to the smaller man, squatting in front of the chair and looking into his eyes. “How do I know ya won’ run like las’ time?” he inquired, referring to a few months ago when he’d been required to handcuff Alan to their bed during an episode. There was a playful smirk on his face as he spoke. Alan reacting so calmly, as usual, had started to calm him as well.

[reaperinthorns]

“Please I promise I am really hungry besides.” He told the older man. If he could just see sunlight and have food he would be content. However. Alan wanted to leave as well. Although he remembered the time he was let go when he was handcuffed to the bed Alan wasn’t sure Eric would believe him.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

Eric gave a dark little chuckle. “I got a better idea,” he offered. “How ‘bout I loos’n th’ ties on yer wrists, and ya lemme feed ya?” The taller male didn’t want to take any chances. Should Alan run away this time, there was no telling when or if he would come back - and that wasn’t something Eric was willing to risk at all. He wanted Alan to know he cared deeply for him; he wanted Alan to know he felt more than just friendship for the sickly brunette.

Why would he help him if he didn’t?

[reaperinthorns]

“Alright…..” He sighed defeated. Alan then began to cough a bit as he looked at Eric.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

Eric smiled to Alan, albeit darkly. He knew he could bend the other male’s will to his own anytime he wanted - it would just take the right words. He lifted himself up to stand, wobbling a bit from the alcohol still in his system. “What’cha had in min’ ta eat, Alan?”

[crimsxn-death]

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Questionnaire borrowed from here.

I didn’t make this!

What about you is heroic?

What about you is social? What do you like about people?

Invent an adventure/plot that your character would actively undertake (as opposed to just tagging along)?

What is your real, birth name? What name do you use?

Do you have a nickname? What is it, and where did you get it?

What do you look like? (Include height, weight, hair, eyes, skin, apparent age, and distinguishing features)

How do you dress most of the time?

How do you “dress up?”

How do you “dress down?”

What do you wear when you go to sleep?

Do you wear any jewelry?

In your opinion, what is your best feature?

What’s your real birth date?

Where do you live? Describe it.

Do you own a horse? Describe her/him

What is your most prized mundane possession? Why do you value it so much?

What one word best describes you?

What is your family like?

Who is your father, and what is he like?

Who is your mother, and what is she like?

What is your parents marriage like? Were they married? Do they remain married?

What are your siblings names? What are they like?

What’s the worst thing one of your siblings ever did to you?

Did you ever meet any other family members? Who were they? What did you think of them?

What is your first memory?

What was your favourite toy?

What was your favourite game?

Any non-family member adults stick out in your mind? Who were they, and how did you know them? Why do they stick out?

Who was your best friend when you were growing up?

What is your fondest, childhood memory?

What is your worst childhood memory?

Do you have a job? What is it? Do you like it? If no job, where does your money, if you have any, come from?

What is your boss like (chances are you do work for your folks)?

What are your co-workers like? Do you get along with them? Any in particular? Which ones don’t you get along with?

What is something you had to learn that you hated?

Do you tend to save or spend your money? Why?

What hobbies do you have?

Who is your closest friend? Describe them and how you relate to them.

Who is your worst enemy? Describe them and why you don’t get along.

What stories do you like? Do you even pay attention?

What type of places do you hang out in with your friends?

What annoys you more than anything else?

What would be the perfect gift for you?

What’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?

What time of day is your favourite?

What kind of weather is your favourite?

What is your favourite food? What is your least favourite food?

What is your favourite drink?

What’s your favourite animal? Why?

Do you have any pets? Do you want any pets? What kind?

What do you find most relaxing?

What habit that others have annoys you most?

What kind of things embarrass you? Why?

What don’t you like about yourself?

How would you like to look?

What’s the worst thing you’ve done to someone you loved?

How old were you when you first got drunk? What was the experience like?

Did anything good come out of it? Did anything bad come out of it?

Do you drink on any kind of regular basis?

What kind of alcohol do you prefer?

What one act in your past are you most ashamed of? What one act in your past are you most proud of?

Have you ever been in an argument before? Over what, with whom, and who won?

Have you ever been in a physical fight before? Over what, with whom, and who won?

What do you feel most strongly about?

What do you pretend to feel strongly about, just to impress people?

What trait do you find most admirable, and how often do you find it?

Do you have any feelings in general that you are disturbed by? What are they? Why do they disturb you?

What is your religious view of things?

Do you think the future is hopeful? Why?

What’s the worst thing that can be done to another person? Why?

What’s the worst thing you could actually do to someone you hated?

Are you a better leader or follower? Why do you think that? If you think the whole leader-follower archetype is a crock of shit, say so, and explain why?

What is your responsibility to the world, if any? Why do you think that?

Do you think redemption is possible? If so, can anyone be redeemed, or are there only certain circumstances that can be? If not, why do you think nothing can redeem itself?

Is it okay for you to cry? When was the last time you cried?

What do you think is wrong with MOST people, overall?

What is the thing that has frightened you most? Do you think there is anything out there that’s scarier than that? What do you think that would be?

Has anyone or anything you’ve ever cared about died? How did you feel about it? What happened?

What was the worst injury you’ve ever received? How did it happen?

How ticklish are you? Where are you ticklish?

What is your current long-term goal?

What is your current short-term goal?

Do you have any bad habits? If so, what are they, and do you plan to get rid of them?

How private of a person are you? Why?

If you were to gain an obscenely large sum of money (via an inheritance) what would you do?

What would you wish for if you new it would come true?

What do you do when you are bored?

What is the most frightening potential handicap or disfigurement you can conceive of? What makes it so frightening?

[theunlikelynerds-deactivated202]

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[memories-in-the-ericas]

Kidnapping AU with @reaperinthorns

Eric hadn’t wanted it to resort to this - he really hadn’t. He knew Alan had to work. He knew Alan needed to be able to do things on his own. He knew it was necessary that Alan do these things to recover.

But none of that mattered to him anymore. After years of not being able to help the object of his desires fight the unknown disease within him, Eric Slingby had finally taken matters into his own two hands. Alan Humphries, the sickly man in question, was currently tied to a little wooden kitchen chair in the middle of Eric’s living room.

All of the doors to the small apartment were locked, and every set of drapes was closed. The only source of light was the glow from the muted television on the far side of the room, playing old children’s cartoons. A bottle of whiskey sat open on the table in the kitchen, a stout little glass filled to the brim with the dark liquid. The smell of the liquor could be traced all the way back to Eric’s form, standing in front of the poor brunette in bondage with a dark smirk adorning his features.

Eric watched as Alan struggled, which only further entertained the drunken blonde.  “Ye’re so cute, strugglin’ like that,” he commented, a slight slur to his words. “Maybe I can make ya struggle a li’tle more?”

@reaperinthorns

[reaperinthorns]

Alan wasn’t sure exactly what had came over Eric. He wasn’t doing so well himself. He had been stricken with a disease that was incurable and he wished that he didn’t have to be so sick.

Looking around the room after having been kidnapped, Alan was hoping that Eric would allow him to see the sun, But no he wasn’t able to see the light of day. The only thing that was emitting light that was dim was the television that playing old children’s cartoons. He could smell the liquor on Eric as he spoke to the smaller man.

“Why can’t I go and be free?” He asked struggling against the binding that held him to the chair. “I’m not….” He coughed a little as he looked at Eric.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

Deep down, Eric knew what he was doing was wrong. But in his own mind, it was for the right reason. After all, the ends justified the means, didn’t they? He bore down on the brunette man with cold eyes, a very odd mix of emotions shining through that tough exterior. If Alan looked closely, he just might be able to see a few of those conflicting feelings behind the larger man’s glasses.

His mind was fuzzy, and it took him a moment to process that Alan had actually responded to him, even if that response had been cut short by his coughing. Once he did manage to comprehend it, Eric bent forward a bit, putting himself at eye level with his captive.

“Why would I let ya free? S’ ya can go overwork yerself again?” he scolded. “I did this cause ye’re gettin’ worse, Alan, and we both know it.” There was truth to his words, and even a bit of concern. But, those two small things didn’t have a chance to belittle the more negative things Eric was feeling about all this - shame, worry, disgust with himself, a bit of lust at seeing Alan tied up, and, most of all, fear for Alan’s life.

[reaperinthorns]

The smaller man looked up at the older man’s eyes seeing the coldness behind them. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. A few tears began to trickle down his face. Coughing a little more he couldn’t help but look down at the floor beneath his feet. 

Alan heard Eric scold him. “But I need to work…..It’s the only thing that keeps me from thinking about being ill.” He told him as he continued to feel the tears in his eyes. “You need to understand Eric…….I need the money.”

[memories-in-the-ericas]

“Go’damm’t, Alan, we’ll ge’ money!” Eric yelled, not willing to tell Alan that he’d already taken care of that little detail in his own way. He raised himself back up, turning in frustration away from the other. They would be fine… Alan would get better, and they could just live a normal life, couldn’t they?

“I know ya need somethin’ ta keep ya from dwellin’ on it,” he began again and crossed his arms over his chest, his voice lowered as the alcohol made him anger lower momentarily. “But what good’s it do for ya to hurt yerself workin’? That’ll kill ya even sooner ‘an doin’ jack shit all fuckin’ day will!”

[reaperinthorns]

Alan didn’t understand at all what Eric meant. He couldn’t help but look confused. “Eric, I…” hate upsetting you … he wanted to say but wasn’t sure what the other man would say. 

“What should I do? Eric let me know your suggestions….I need to keep my mind off things….” He coughed again as he looked up at Eric. Alan wanted to let the other man know that he needed something other than sitting home all day thinking about his illness.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

The taller man gave an exaggerated sigh. There was no way in hell he was going to tell Alan what he had done… But he wasn’t going to lie, either. He never had been above bending the truth. “I jus’ came inta some money,” he half fibbed. “We’ll be fine for a while withou’ ya workin’ yer tail off like ya been.” He turned back toward Alan, a more calm look to his face as he did so. He hated having to do this, but he knew it was necessary if Alan was ever going to get better. Or, at least, if he were to have a hand in Alan getting better.

The truth was that Eric had borrowed money from some shady contacts on the other side of the town they lived in. He was expected to pay back the debt with plenty of interest, as well as carry out a few drug deals to keep the bastards off his hide. But Alan would be heartbroken if he knew…

[reaperinthorns]

“If I promise to not go to work will you let me go?” He asked and then heard that Eric had gotten money but where from he had no idea. Now that had him slightly suspicious but he wasn’t going to let Eric worry about him more. 

“Eric….I need to be let go….my wrists hurt and I am hungry.” He told him. Yes Alan had been struggling but he had been kept in the room for a few days without much thought on other things.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

The blonde bit the inside of his lip. He knew Alan was suspicious, but he could only hope that it would blow over and he wouldn’t ask any questions. He walked closer to the smaller man, squatting in front of the chair and looking into his eyes. “How do I know ya won’ run like las’ time?” he inquired, referring to a few months ago when he’d been required to handcuff Alan to their bed during an episode. There was a playful smirk on his face as he spoke. Alan reacting so calmly, as usual, had started to calm him as well.

[reaperinthorns]

“Please I promise I am really hungry besides.” He told the older man. If he could just see sunlight and have food he would be content. However. Alan wanted to leave as well. Although he remembered the time he was let go when he was handcuffed to the bed Alan wasn’t sure Eric would believe him.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

Eric gave a dark little chuckle. “I got a better idea,” he offered. “How ‘bout I loos’n th’ ties on yer wrists, and ya lemme feed ya?” The taller male didn’t want to take any chances. Should Alan run away this time, there was no telling when or if he would come back - and that wasn’t something Eric was willing to risk at all. He wanted Alan to know he cared deeply for him; he wanted Alan to know he felt more than just friendship for the sickly brunette.

Why would he help him if he didn’t?

[memories-in-the-ericas]

Kidnapping AU with @reaperinthorns

Eric hadn’t wanted it to resort to this - he really hadn’t. He knew Alan had to work. He knew Alan needed to be able to do things on his own. He knew it was necessary that Alan do these things to recover.

But none of that mattered to him anymore. After years of not being able to help the object of his desires fight the unknown disease within him, Eric Slingby had finally taken matters into his own two hands. Alan Humphries, the sickly man in question, was currently tied to a little wooden kitchen chair in the middle of Eric’s living room.

All of the doors to the small apartment were locked, and every set of drapes was closed. The only source of light was the glow from the muted television on the far side of the room, playing old children’s cartoons. A bottle of whiskey sat open on the table in the kitchen, a stout little glass filled to the brim with the dark liquid. The smell of the liquor could be traced all the way back to Eric’s form, standing in front of the poor brunette in bondage with a dark smirk adorning his features.

Eric watched as Alan struggled, which only further entertained the drunken blonde.  “Ye’re so cute, strugglin’ like that,” he commented, a slight slur to his words. “Maybe I can make ya struggle a li’tle more?”

@reaperinthorns

[reaperinthorns]

Alan wasn’t sure exactly what had came over Eric. He wasn’t doing so well himself. He had been stricken with a disease that was incurable and he wished that he didn’t have to be so sick.

Looking around the room after having been kidnapped, Alan was hoping that Eric would allow him to see the sun, But no he wasn’t able to see the light of day. The only thing that was emitting light that was dim was the television that playing old children’s cartoons. He could smell the liquor on Eric as he spoke to the smaller man.

“Why can’t I go and be free?” He asked struggling against the binding that held him to the chair. “I’m not….” He coughed a little as he looked at Eric.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

Deep down, Eric knew what he was doing was wrong. But in his own mind, it was for the right reason. After all, the ends justified the means, didn’t they? He bore down on the brunette man with cold eyes, a very odd mix of emotions shining through that tough exterior. If Alan looked closely, he just might be able to see a few of those conflicting feelings behind the larger man’s glasses.

His mind was fuzzy, and it took him a moment to process that Alan had actually responded to him, even if that response had been cut short by his coughing. Once he did manage to comprehend it, Eric bent forward a bit, putting himself at eye level with his captive.

“Why would I let ya free? S’ ya can go overwork yerself again?” he scolded. “I did this cause ye’re gettin’ worse, Alan, and we both know it.” There was truth to his words, and even a bit of concern. But, those two small things didn’t have a chance to belittle the more negative things Eric was feeling about all this - shame, worry, disgust with himself, a bit of lust at seeing Alan tied up, and, most of all, fear for Alan’s life.

[reaperinthorns]

The smaller man looked up at the older man’s eyes seeing the coldness behind them. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. A few tears began to trickle down his face. Coughing a little more he couldn’t help but look down at the floor beneath his feet. 

Alan heard Eric scold him. “But I need to work…..It’s the only thing that keeps me from thinking about being ill.” He told him as he continued to feel the tears in his eyes. “You need to understand Eric…….I need the money.”

[memories-in-the-ericas]

“Go’damm’t, Alan, we’ll ge’ money!” Eric yelled, not willing to tell Alan that he’d already taken care of that little detail in his own way. He raised himself back up, turning in frustration away from the other. They would be fine… Alan would get better, and they could just live a normal life, couldn’t they?

“I know ya need somethin’ ta keep ya from dwellin’ on it,” he began again and crossed his arms over his chest, his voice lowered as the alcohol made him anger lower momentarily. “But what good’s it do for ya to hurt yerself workin’? That’ll kill ya even sooner ‘an doin’ jack shit all fuckin’ day will!”

[reaperinthorns]

Alan didn’t understand at all what Eric meant. He couldn’t help but look confused. “Eric, I…” hate upsetting you … he wanted to say but wasn’t sure what the other man would say. 

“What should I do? Eric let me know your suggestions….I need to keep my mind off things….” He coughed again as he looked up at Eric. Alan wanted to let the other man know that he needed something other than sitting home all day thinking about his illness.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

The taller man gave an exaggerated sigh. There was no way in hell he was going to tell Alan what he had done… But he wasn’t going to lie, either. He never had been above bending the truth. “I jus’ came inta some money,” he half fibbed. “We’ll be fine for a while withou’ ya workin’ yer tail off like ya been.” He turned back toward Alan, a more calm look to his face as he did so. He hated having to do this, but he knew it was necessary if Alan was ever going to get better. Or, at least, if he were to have a hand in Alan getting better.

The truth was that Eric had borrowed money from some shady contacts on the other side of the town they lived in. He was expected to pay back the debt with plenty of interest, as well as carry out a few drug deals to keep the bastards off his hide. But Alan would be heartbroken if he knew…

[reaperinthorns]

“If I promise to not go to work will you let me go?” He asked and then heard that Eric had gotten money but where from he had no idea. Now that had him slightly suspicious but he wasn’t going to let Eric worry about him more. 

“Eric….I need to be let go….my wrists hurt and I am hungry.” He told him. Yes Alan had been struggling but he had been kept in the room for a few days without much thought on other things.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

The blonde bit the inside of his lip. He knew Alan was suspicious, but he could only hope that it would blow over and he wouldn’t ask any questions. He walked closer to the smaller man, squatting in front of the chair and looking into his eyes. “How do I know ya won’ run like las’ time?” he inquired, referring to a few months ago when he’d been required to handcuff Alan to their bed during an episode. There was a playful smirk on his face as he spoke. Alan reacting so calmly, as usual, had started to calm him as well.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

Kidnapping AU with @reaperinthorns

Eric hadn’t wanted it to resort to this - he really hadn’t. He knew Alan had to work. He knew Alan needed to be able to do things on his own. He knew it was necessary that Alan do these things to recover.

But none of that mattered to him anymore. After years of not being able to help the object of his desires fight the unknown disease within him, Eric Slingby had finally taken matters into his own two hands. Alan Humphries, the sickly man in question, was currently tied to a little wooden kitchen chair in the middle of Eric’s living room.

All of the doors to the small apartment were locked, and every set of drapes was closed. The only source of light was the glow from the muted television on the far side of the room, playing old children’s cartoons. A bottle of whiskey sat open on the table in the kitchen, a stout little glass filled to the brim with the dark liquid. The smell of the liquor could be traced all the way back to Eric’s form, standing in front of the poor brunette in bondage with a dark smirk adorning his features.

Eric watched as Alan struggled, which only further entertained the drunken blonde.  “Ye’re so cute, strugglin’ like that,” he commented, a slight slur to his words. “Maybe I can make ya struggle a li’tle more?”

@reaperinthorns

[reaperinthorns]

Alan wasn’t sure exactly what had came over Eric. He wasn’t doing so well himself. He had been stricken with a disease that was incurable and he wished that he didn’t have to be so sick.

Looking around the room after having been kidnapped, Alan was hoping that Eric would allow him to see the sun, But no he wasn’t able to see the light of day. The only thing that was emitting light that was dim was the television that playing old children’s cartoons. He could smell the liquor on Eric as he spoke to the smaller man.

“Why can’t I go and be free?” He asked struggling against the binding that held him to the chair. “I’m not….” He coughed a little as he looked at Eric.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

Deep down, Eric knew what he was doing was wrong. But in his own mind, it was for the right reason. After all, the ends justified the means, didn’t they? He bore down on the brunette man with cold eyes, a very odd mix of emotions shining through that tough exterior. If Alan looked closely, he just might be able to see a few of those conflicting feelings behind the larger man’s glasses.

His mind was fuzzy, and it took him a moment to process that Alan had actually responded to him, even if that response had been cut short by his coughing. Once he did manage to comprehend it, Eric bent forward a bit, putting himself at eye level with his captive.

“Why would I let ya free? S’ ya can go overwork yerself again?” he scolded. “I did this cause ye’re gettin’ worse, Alan, and we both know it.” There was truth to his words, and even a bit of concern. But, those two small things didn’t have a chance to belittle the more negative things Eric was feeling about all this - shame, worry, disgust with himself, a bit of lust at seeing Alan tied up, and, most of all, fear for Alan’s life.

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The smaller man looked up at the older man’s eyes seeing the coldness behind them. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. A few tears began to trickle down his face. Coughing a little more he couldn’t help but look down at the floor beneath his feet. 

Alan heard Eric scold him. “But I need to work…..It’s the only thing that keeps me from thinking about being ill.” He told him as he continued to feel the tears in his eyes. “You need to understand Eric…….I need the money.”

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“Go’damm’t, Alan, we’ll ge’ money!” Eric yelled, not willing to tell Alan that he’d already taken care of that little detail in his own way. He raised himself back up, turning in frustration away from the other. They would be fine… Alan would get better, and they could just live a normal life, couldn’t they?

“I know ya need somethin’ ta keep ya from dwellin’ on it,” he began again and crossed his arms over his chest, his voice lowered as the alcohol made him anger lower momentarily. “But what good’s it do for ya to hurt yerself workin’? That’ll kill ya even sooner ‘an doin’ jack shit all fuckin’ day will!”

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Alan didn’t understand at all what Eric meant. He couldn’t help but look confused. “Eric, I…” hate upsetting you … he wanted to say but wasn’t sure what the other man would say. 

“What should I do? Eric let me know your suggestions….I need to keep my mind off things….” He coughed again as he looked up at Eric. Alan wanted to let the other man know that he needed something other than sitting home all day thinking about his illness.

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The taller man gave an exaggerated sigh. There was no way in hell he was going to tell Alan what he had done... But he wasn’t going to lie, either. He never had been above bending the truth. “I jus’ came inta some money,” he half fibbed. “We’ll be fine for a while withou’ ya workin’ yer tail off like ya been.” He turned back toward Alan, a more calm look to his face as he did so. He hated having to do this, but he knew it was necessary if Alan was ever going to get better. Or, at least, if he were to have a hand in Alan getting better.

The truth was that Eric had borrowed money from some shady contacts on the other side of the town they lived in. He was expected to pay back the debt with plenty of interest, as well as carry out a few drug deals to keep the bastards off his hide. But Alan would be heartbroken if he knew...

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Kidnapping AU with @reaperinthorns

Eric hadn’t wanted it to resort to this - he really hadn’t. He knew Alan had to work. He knew Alan needed to be able to do things on his own. He knew it was necessary that Alan do these things to recover.

But none of that mattered to him anymore. After years of not being able to help the object of his desires fight the unknown disease within him, Eric Slingby had finally taken matters into his own two hands. Alan Humphries, the sickly man in question, was currently tied to a little wooden kitchen chair in the middle of Eric’s living room.

All of the doors to the small apartment were locked, and every set of drapes was closed. The only source of light was the glow from the muted television on the far side of the room, playing old children’s cartoons. A bottle of whiskey sat open on the table in the kitchen, a stout little glass filled to the brim with the dark liquid. The smell of the liquor could be traced all the way back to Eric’s form, standing in front of the poor brunette in bondage with a dark smirk adorning his features.

Eric watched as Alan struggled, which only further entertained the drunken blonde.  “Ye’re so cute, strugglin’ like that,” he commented, a slight slur to his words. “Maybe I can make ya struggle a li’tle more?”

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[reaperinthorns]

Alan wasn’t sure exactly what had came over Eric. He wasn’t doing so well himself. He had been stricken with a disease that was incurable and he wished that he didn’t have to be so sick.

Looking around the room after having been kidnapped, Alan was hoping that Eric would allow him to see the sun, But no he wasn’t able to see the light of day. The only thing that was emitting light that was dim was the television that playing old children’s cartoons. He could smell the liquor on Eric as he spoke to the smaller man.

“Why can’t I go and be free?” He asked struggling against the binding that held him to the chair. “I’m not….” He coughed a little as he looked at Eric.

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Deep down, Eric knew what he was doing was wrong. But in his own mind, it was for the right reason. After all, the ends justified the means, didn’t they? He bore down on the brunette man with cold eyes, a very odd mix of emotions shining through that tough exterior. If Alan looked closely, he just might be able to see a few of those conflicting feelings behind the larger man’s glasses.

His mind was fuzzy, and it took him a moment to process that Alan had actually responded to him, even if that response had been cut short by his coughing. Once he did manage to comprehend it, Eric bent forward a bit, putting himself at eye level with his captive.

“Why would I let ya free? S’ ya can go overwork yerself again?” he scolded. “I did this cause ye’re gettin’ worse, Alan, and we both know it.” There was truth to his words, and even a bit of concern. But, those two small things didn’t have a chance to belittle the more negative things Eric was feeling about all this - shame, worry, disgust with himself, a bit of lust at seeing Alan tied up, and, most of all, fear for Alan’s life.

[reaperinthorns]

The smaller man looked up at the older man’s eyes seeing the coldness behind them. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. A few tears began to trickle down his face. Coughing a little more he couldn’t help but look down at the floor beneath his feet. 

Alan heard Eric scold him. “But I need to work…..It’s the only thing that keeps me from thinking about being ill.” He told him as he continued to feel the tears in his eyes. “You need to understand Eric…….I need the money.”

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“Go’damm’t, Alan, we’ll ge’ money!” Eric yelled, not willing to tell Alan that he’d already taken care of that little detail in his own way. He raised himself back up, turning in frustration away from the other. They would be fine... Alan would get better, and they could just live a normal life, couldn’t they?

“I know ya need somethin’ ta keep ya from dwellin’ on it,” he began again and crossed his arms over his chest, his voice lowered as the alcohol made him anger lower momentarily. “But what good’s it do for ya to hurt yerself workin’? That’ll kill ya even sooner ‘an doin’ jack shit all fuckin’ day will!”

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Kidnapping AU with @reaperinthorns

Eric hadn’t wanted it to resort to this - he really hadn’t. He knew Alan had to work. He knew Alan needed to be able to do things on his own. He knew it was necessary that Alan do these things to recover.

But none of that mattered to him anymore. After years of not being able to help the object of his desires fight the unknown disease within him, Eric Slingby had finally taken matters into his own two hands. Alan Humphries, the sickly man in question, was currently tied to a little wooden kitchen chair in the middle of Eric’s living room.

All of the doors to the small apartment were locked, and every set of drapes was closed. The only source of light was the glow from the muted television on the far side of the room, playing old children’s cartoons. A bottle of whiskey sat open on the table in the kitchen, a stout little glass filled to the brim with the dark liquid. The smell of the liquor could be traced all the way back to Eric’s form, standing in front of the poor brunette in bondage with a dark smirk adorning his features.

Eric watched as Alan struggled, which only further entertained the drunken blonde.  “Ye’re so cute, strugglin’ like that,” he commented, a slight slur to his words. “Maybe I can make ya struggle a li’tle more?”

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[reaperinthorns]

Alan wasn’t sure exactly what had came over Eric. He wasn’t doing so well himself. He had been stricken with a disease that was incurable and he wished that he didn’t have to be so sick.

Looking around the room after having been kidnapped, Alan was hoping that Eric would allow him to see the sun, But no he wasn’t able to see the light of day. The only thing that was emitting light that was dim was the television that playing old children’s cartoons. He could smell the liquor on Eric as he spoke to the smaller man.

“Why can’t I go and be free?” He asked struggling against the binding that held him to the chair. “I’m not….” He coughed a little as he looked at Eric.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

Deep down, Eric knew what he was doing was wrong. But in his own mind, it was for the right reason. After all, the ends justified the means, didn’t they? He bore down on the brunette man with cold eyes, a very odd mix of emotions shining through that tough exterior. If Alan looked closely, he just might be able to see a few of those conflicting feelings behind the larger man’s glasses.

His mind was fuzzy, and it took him a moment to process that Alan had actually responded to him, even if that response had been cut short by his coughing. Once he did manage to comprehend it, Eric bent forward a bit, putting himself at eye level with his captive.

“Why would I let ya free? S’ ya can go overwork yerself again?” he scolded. “I did this cause ye’re gettin’ worse, Alan, and we both know it.” There was truth to his words, and even a bit of concern. But, those two small things didn’t have a chance to belittle the more negative things Eric was feeling about all this - shame, worry, disgust with himself, a bit of lust at seeing Alan tied up, and, most of all, fear for Alan’s life.

[memories-in-the-ericas]

Kidnapping AU with @reaperinthorns

Eric hadn’t wanted it to resort to this - he really hadn’t. He knew Alan had to work. He knew Alan needed to be able to do things on his own. He knew it was necessary that Alan do these things to recover.

But none of that mattered to him anymore. After years of not being able to help the object of his desires fight the unknown disease within him, Eric Slingby had finally taken matters into his own two hands. Alan Humphries, the sickly man in question, was currently tied to a little wooden kitchen chair in the middle of Eric’s living room.

All of the doors to the small apartment were locked, and every set of drapes was closed. The only source of light was the glow from the muted television on the far side of the room, playing old children’s cartoons. A bottle of whiskey sat open on the table in the kitchen, a stout little glass filled to the brim with the dark liquid. The smell of the liquor could be traced all the way back to Eric’s form, standing in front of the poor brunette in bondage with a dark smirk adorning his features.

Eric watched as Alan struggled, which only further entertained the drunken blonde.  “Ye’re so cute, strugglin’ like that,” he commented, a slight slur to his words. “Maybe I can make ya struggle a li’tle more?”

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EricXGrell is one of my favs~ I need a partner to roleplay it with~

[daredreemer]

infirmary by airin-ater

[limethyst]

Your art is super cute! Would you possible do Eric Slingby and Ronald Knox in #4? that is my brotp. thanks love

Thanks for asking! :3

send me a character and a number and i’ll draw them

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Important otp question: who would stand on a chair during an argument

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“Alan’s done ‘t ‘fore.”

[breathlcss]

dude forget teacher/student relationships what about a teacher/teacher relationship where muse a is a math teacher and muse b is the cute new art teacher and they sort of strike up a conversation the day before the first day of school like “haha, good like controlling these hormonal teenagers” and they become like awkward friends who always run in to each other in the teacher’s lounge or always go to each other’s rooms for extra copy paper even though they’re fucking across the school from each other and all the students ship it and lmao help 

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I need an AU of this with Alan an Eric or Ronald and Grell.

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Alan and Eric

A couple of rough sketches of Alan Humphries and Eric Slingby from the second Black Butler musical, “The Most Beautiful DEATH in the World: 1000 Souls and the Fallen Shinigami.”

I drew them out in my own style but obviously they are still based around Yana Toboso’s original designs for them.

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