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Lauren Polidoro
*: ・゚✧ black butler season one episode three starters.
feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.
“ i’m so, so, sorry, i… i’ll wipe it off.”
“ why did you agree to take on such a useless idiot?”
“ you’re one to talk.”
“ it didn’t seem like such a bad idea.”
“ can’t refuse your favorite ___, can you?”
“ i never expected that i would be affected by it as well.”
“ i’m so sorry for causing all this trouble.”
“ whoa, calm down a second!”
“ should we take the knife away?”
“ just think of the horrible mess you would make.”
“ it would take hours just to clean up the blood.”
“ thank you. you’re so very kind.”
“ that was kindness?”
“ perhaps you should just sit there and relax so you don’t cause anymore trouble.”
“ if you do decide to seek your eternal rest, please see to it outside, would you?”
“ and try not to make too big a mess.”
“ it’s a pain to special-order a new one.”
“ you haven’t had a growth-spurt in years.”
“ we shouldn’t stay away for too long.”
“ it was a great tragedy.”
“ forgive me for asking, but your parents, did they…?”
“ sadly, they both perished in the fire.”
“ you just need to rest yourself for a while.”
“ why are they all skulls?!”
“ no! not again!”
“ i’ve made yet another unacceptable mistake.”
“ i can’t go on any longer!”
“ quit trying to die all the time!”
“ but i have to! it’s the only way to redeem my honor.”
“ i’m sure you’re tired.”
“ what’s the matter?”
“ what happened to this place?”
“ why, it’s a disaster!”
“ what is going on here?”
“ why on earth are you dressed as lunatics?”
“ you’re crazy! crazy…!”
“ what are you doing now?”
“ at the moment i believe i’m in the process of dying.”
“ you’re back! i missed you so much.”
“ what a surprise!”
“ how many times do i have to tell you? call me ___.”
“ oh, you really are just the cutest thing ever!”
“ i could just eat you up!”
“ you detract from the beauty of the room.”
“ oh! but i made such a lovely decoration out of him.”
“ yes! just look at it all. isn’t it so cute now?”
“ and i have a present for you too.”
“ you’re always dressed in black. i thought this would be a nice change.”
“ what do you think?”
“ i am deeply honored that you went to so much trouble for my sake.”
“ your generosity overwhelms me.”
“ happy to help.”
“ in any event, what are you doing here?”
“ i sneaked away because i wanted to see you, silly!”
“ you- you sneaked away? don’t you think you’ll get into trouble.”
“ why don’t we have a ball tonight?”
“ you can be my escort and we’ll dance around all night long.”
“ isn’t that a wonderful idea?”
“ you’ll wear the clothes i picked out for you, won’t you?”
“ pretty please? it’ll be so cute on you!”
“ you come with me! i want to make you even cuter than you already are.”
“ wait! i said NO BALL!”
“ i believe the wisest course of action is to go along with the plan.”
“ i don’t think she is going to listen to reason.”
“ i know i’ve never seen you dance before, but i assume that you can?”
“ well, that explains why you’re always such a wallflower at social engagements.”
“ i have too much work to do.”
“ i don’t have time to waste on dancing.”
“ with all due respect, dancing is a necessary skill to possess.”
“ fine, i’ll do it. now stop the lecture.”
“ we don’t have sufficient time to call in a tutor.”
“ don’t be ridiculous! i’m not going to take dancing instructions from you!”
“ besides, do you even know how to dance?”
“ now, if you would do me the honor, may i have this dance?”
“ your natural ability for dancing isn’t so much lacking as it is non-existent.”
“ you cannot simply cling for dear life onto your dance partner.”
“ you’re too tall / short, it’s not working!”
“ most importantly, you need to wipe that gloomy look off your face.”
“ now, let’s have a smile. pretend that it’s fun.”
“ let me go!”
“ i can’t smile.”
“ i’ve forgot how.”
“ i don’t know how to pretend like i’m having fun.”
“ how AWFUL! this is the most humiliating outfit ever.”
“ i think you’re going to have to make peace with it.”
“ that’s your problem with it?!”
“ i can’t live with a shame as deep as this. no… i’d rather die!”
“ eh… you aren’t going to try to stop me this time?”
“ i’ll make you look so adorable!”
“ i’m really farsighted, i can’t see anything without my glasses.”
“ you don’t have to see to have fun.”
“ now hand those over, silly.”
“ no, no, please!”
“ leave her / him alone.”
“ ___! you look adorable!”
“ why aren’t you wearing the ring i brought you?”
“ you’re so cruel!”
“ hah! fooled you! it’s mine now!”
“ give it back!”
“ wh-why are you so angry at me?”
“ what’s wrong?”
“ so- so why are you so angry?”
“ it’s truly one of a kind.”
“ it- it was that important? and i destroyed it?”
“ what are you doing?!”
“ how long are you going to cry?”
“ i- i’m so sorry.”
“ your face is a mess.”
“ what the hell? you can actually sing?!”
“ you can count on me.”
“ are you sure?”
“ indeed, i’m more deadly efficient than i appear.”
“ i’m in your debt.”
“ you’ve taught me a lot.”
“ they say that before a person dies, his life flashes before him.”
“ i know that when i see the light of death, this momentous evening is what will appear to me in my dying vision!”
“ interesting that you would say that.”
“ it’s finally over.”
“ you seemed to be enjoying yourself for a while there.”
“ don’t be so foolish.”
“ am i the fool here?”
“ when i close my eyes, i hear them too.”
“ i hear voices echoing in my head.”
“ you must get some rest”
“ don’t want to make yourself ill, do you?”
“ stay with me till i fall asleep.”
“ goodness, are you displaying weakness in front of me now?”
“ i will stay here. i am by your side forever. until the end.”
| lady-of-phantomhive |
It was of course easy to be reminded of how that little chicken ended up on the man’s shoulder. Though her brother had pulled a nasty trick on the queen’s butlers, she still remembers quietly laughing when she did spot the little chicken popping out of that egg. “Sh-she’s q-quite we-well beh-behaved!”
Most birds were rather unruly and quick to anger after all, that’s what Cecilia always witnessed whenever she saw her brother’s butler return to the mansion covered in feathers or Finnian with peck marks.
Turning her head, it was adorable to see the little chicken sitting on a shelf, the sight of any little animal like a chicken sitting was always cute for her after all. Who honestly didn’t love cute little animals? Entering the kitchen, Cecilia had looked around for a moment before turning to nod at Phipps.
“Y-Yes! I su-suppose I have th-the sa-same sweet t-tooth as m-my brother.”
A polite nod was given in response to that, moving to begin readying her a snack with no hesitation, ghosting about the kitchen with precision and grace that came only from years of practice and training. As he moved, words were spoken over his shoulder, turning just enough that it was still polite, but didn’t interfere with readying the Phantomhive girl a treat.
“Indeed - she must be to live at the palace. I am pleased that her hard work is evident.”
Because of course it was Cecily’s hard work, not his own when it came to training her. Ever humble, as he believed a butler should be, and as was in his nature.
It was hardly much time at all before he was stopping in front of Cecilia once again, bowing slightly as he held the tray of sweets and tea, carefully balanced.
“I do hope this is to your liking - shall we go to the parlor?”
An Earl’s Apology (Closed Rp)
| cheerfulbattles |
In the seconds that followed his apology, Grey was practically holding his breath - chest tight with unease, bordering close to anxiety, as he waited for the other butler to respond to the gesture. An apology wasn’t going to fix this, wasn’t going to take back those hateful words, but the least he could do was try. Hopefully, the attempt still held some sort of merit.
‘Thank you.’
'It is forgiven.’
The words brought a near-silent sigh of relief, though for a long pause, he held his current position; partially bowed still, eyes downcast. Even Grey was aware that this shouldn’t have been so easily forgiven, that saying “I hate you!” to your best friend wasn’t something that you could just.. do, and then expect it to be alright. Apologizing wasn’t going to make that right, but it was something.
After another few seconds, he nodded slightly, back straightening once more. Another subtle breath, and then silver eyes flickered up from the marble floor, finally looking across the room at his partner again. His own voice came out far quieter than usual, still laced with that respectful tone, colored with almost the same air that it had when he was in trouble with the Queen, honestly.
“Thank you.”
No sassy “you’re welcome” in response to the other man’s thanks, and certainly nothing about it being forgiven; after all, it likely shouldn’t have been. Apologies were not the Earl’s strong suit, not even close, but he was… capable, when it was necessary, and when he genuinely felt poorly about something; in this case, both applied.
The silence hung briefly, and then Grey was rolling his shoulders, trying to ease the stress-induced tension from them without actually breaking formality. Another nod in Phipps’ direction, as he stepped further into the room, boots clicking faintly in the quiet of the space.
“You should… attempt to relax. You’ve been in here all afternoon. I will sort whatever paperwork is left for the day.”
Phipps stared in the silence that followed his words, eyes trained on the Earl, watching him for the several seconds he held the position. Finally, he shifted to stand, Phipps returning the slight nod, hands shifting to return to the work he had previously been doing. His thoughts were still a bit of a mess, but he did feel better. The apology had been genuine, which meant... Something. Especially coming from the ever-stubborn Charles Grey.
The thoughts curled through his mind, an attempt at comforting himself, at calming anxious thoughts, bordering on self deprecating words, that still picked at his brain.
The silence hung heavy, his gaze only returning to Grey once the other spoke again, brow creasing slightly at his suggestion. Relax.
He wasn’t wrong, Phipps had been in the room all evening, working, sorting paperwork between tending to Her Majesty. If not for the gloves that protected his skin, his fingers would be covered in paper-cuts and callouses from the work he had done that day. But to just take a break and relax...
He had told his partner to do the same thing a number of times, but never applied the same to himself.
The hesitation that coated his reaction was hardly hidden, hands pausing on the papers he held, before he nodded slightly, lowering them.
“As you wish.”
Words passed his lips automatically, back straightening from the slightest hint of a slouch that had found his posture as he worked, hands clasping behind his back.
“I will return after a brief break. Do send for me if my aid is required.”
| cheerfulbattles |
The other’s initial comment was met with a dismissive wave of his free hand, gloved fingers of the opposite curled securely around the stem of his glass. Of course Phipps didn’t understand what he was ‘going on about’ - and the words weren’t going to hold much merit in an intoxicated state, at least not outside of Grey’s internal babble, anyways.
His partner was… something else; something special. Kind to most, precious to those that bothered to attempt getting close, and always there to look after him when his problematic quirks became.. less than functional.
An angel.
But such commentary, as most other words that had drifted past drunken lips in the past, would be more-or-less ignored by the other.
Perhaps that was for the best.
His mind pondered aimlessly over it all as Grey sipped at that expensive champagne, intoxicated grin still lighting up his expression. At times, such notions may have caused some sort of distress - they weren’t proper in the slightest, and they would likely never matter outside of his rambling thoughts. But, a few glasses of alcohol in the system, and they seemed far less.. important. Innocent affections that would never be relevant, and nothing more.
In theory.
That train of thought was effectively cut off by his partner’s voice, silver eyes flashing up from whatever they’d previously settled on. A typically elevated heart skipped a beat, maybe two, and then that bright smile was widening slightly - though looking a touch less alcohol induced in that moment, now that there was more than champagne to be happy about.
“Alright. Old times sake n’ all that.”
Hopping up from his perch on his own bed, there was a pause as Grey double-checked that his feet were steady. Thankfully, years of practice in this regard meant that he was fine; he had this, even if it took a second to be certain of that. Then he was stepping over, letting himself neatly collapse onto the edge of his partner’s bed, and silently thanking his lucky stars for the practiced grace that came with this social class.
When was the last time Phipps had read to him…? He wasn’t certain, but it had definitely been a while, And, regardless of other factors, it sounded lovely right now.
There it was - the genuine smile that curled those features so rarely. Not forced for appearances, or brought on by a few too many glasses of far too expensive alcohol, but genuine happiness. Few could tell the difference - Phipps wasn’t even convinced he always could - but when he knew...
A genuine smile tugged at the corners of his own lips, gaze redirecting to the book he had been turning over in anxious palms, gloves having been discarded, along with the coat of his elaborate uniform, when they entered the shared quarters. His gaze only lifted again when Gray let himself collapse beside Phipps, that smile being met with a bark of a chuckle, nothing more than a brief breath ghosting past slightly upturned lips.
An offered nod, and Phipps was shifting to lean back, opening the book to the first page despite the marker being near the center. He had read this one several times, and so starting over with Grey...
That was more than okay.
His gentle, monotone voice seemed to soften further as he began reading from the pages, introduction the the mystery story curling through the air, a gentle, calming hum that filled the typical silence that found their room at this hour. Inflection never found his words, even reading them from a page, but the calming softness left only for hardened dialogue as the story continued.
cupati (by schwurlie)
A Lack of Something Sweet
| cheerfulbattles |
'Her Majesty wishes it, and so it will be.’
If someone had asked Charles to count the amount of times he had heard that singular sentence during his time working for the Queen, he likely would’ve lost his bloody mind even trying to guess the number. The answer, however, was a simple one: a few too many times, at this point. Not that he wasn’t loyal to Her Majesty - he couldn’t have been more so, at the end of the day; it was just so.. tasking, playing the part of servant day in and day out.
All the same, his partner had a legitimate point. When it came to the subject of the Watch Pup and his fiancee, Grey didn’t have a damned say in the matter. And, no matter how infuriating that fact was, it was still.. how this worked. A disgruntled sigh passed pouting lips, but he gave a nod in Phipps’ general direction anyways. After all, his companion couldn’t be blamed for the decisions of royalty. No, he was just here to do his job, serve the Queen, and organize decorative cakes for an annoying little girl; such facts, were not his fault, or even his problem.
“Oh, of course. Far be it from me to imply otherwise.”
The words fell from a practiced tongue, and then he was sighing again, watching as the other butler fussed with those tempting little treats. Treats that were destined to be wasted on brats —
At the offered snack, that precious pout vanished from the Earl’s expression and his previous thoughts were shoved (briefly) to the side, eyes lighting up as he practically skipped forward to take the singular cake that he’d been allowed. That common smile curled back across his lips, gloved fingers snatching the treat away.
“Thank you~ As for the glaring, I will do my best.”
He wasn’t going to promise that he wouldn’t glare at the little brats - that just wasn’t realistic. However, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make a serious attempt at such, this time, for the sake of having his partner bake for him the following day.
Even an Earl can be bribed occasionally.
It was so easy to please the fussy Earl. Charles watched as annoyance shifted to a happy glow, eyes lighting up as the treat was plucked from between Phipps’s own fingers, immediately being nibbled at by his ever-hungry partner. It was so predictable, but perhaps that was due to the excess of time they had spent in one another’s presence. No matter the reason, he did enjoy ‘winning’ every now and again, even if the thought of victory was soon replaced by the countless things - duties and chores alike - that still needed to be done.
But, at the very least, he had insured the day’s meetings should go rather smoothly. With Grey behaving, whatever trickery and mishap may happen would likely be on Phantomhive’s hands, not his own.
And while watching the child stumble was more his partner’s goal than his own, he would admit it was hardly something he should concern himself over.
“Thank you. The treat I bake will depend on how well you behave.”
The unspoken closure to the sentence was that those damned puffs that the Earl enjoyed so were the best ‘prize’ - but he was certain the other could infer that much.
“Now, help me clean.”
Afternoon Tea by Jade M. Sheldon on Flickr.
| lady-of-phantomhive |
Maybe it was best that Cecilia stay indoors, she was so nervous that it was ever so easy for the poor girl to get a borderline breakdown around the older nobles who acted overly concerned over her well being. Even so,sometimes Cecilia felt like she could at least function a little, she can go to London’s dress shops and bookstores just fine usually although most of the time the poor girl was afraid around other people.
“Y-Yes I ha-have…” The young lady says quite shyly as she follows the taller man. She looked over to see the chicken on his shoulder, smiling as she watches her try to pluck out the letter. “She’s quite an a-adorable little chicken. I-It’s ra-rather c-cute she si-sits on your sh-shoulder.”
A nod at her reassurance, glancing over his shoulder at her mention of Cecily, a soft, brief sound that could likely be called a laugh if you tried to count it as such, passed his lips as he lifted a hand to gently run fingers over the fowl’s feathers.
“Thank you. Cecily is quite the dear.”
Growing up in the palace, she had developed quite the odd attitude for a typically farm raised bird, but no one - save for Grey on the occasion - had issue with her antics.
However, there were a few rules that must be followed. As they approached the kitchen, a gloved hand smoothly moved to allow her to step onto his fingers, lifting her carefully to perch on a shelf near the doorway. Live animals in the kitchen was not to be had - a rule that she typically obeyed quite well.
“You enjoy sweets, yes?”
LINKIN PARK MEME. Rest in peace, Chester Bennington. Your talent and wonderful personality gave so many people so much hope during their darkest of times, and you will be forever missed.
PAPERCUT.
Why does it feel like night today?
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia is all I got left.
I know what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head.
It’s like I’m paranoid lookin’ over my back.
It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head.
It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within.
Your paranoia’s probably worse.
I don’t know what set me off first.
ONE STEP CLOSER.
I cannot take this anymore.
I find bliss in ignorance.
I’m about to break.
I need a little room to breathe.
I’m one step closer to the edge.
I wish I could find a way to disappear.
Shut up when I’m talking to you.
POINTS OF AUTHORITY.
Forfeit the game.
You can’t run the race.
You just won’t last.
You love the way I look at you.
My pride is broken.
You like to think you’re never wrong.
You live with what you’ve learned.
You have to act like you’re someone.
You want someone to hurt like you.
CRAWLING.
These wounds they will not heal.
There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface.
This lack of self-control I fear is never-ending.
My walls are closing in.
I’ve felt this way before.
IN THE END.
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try.
Time is a valuable thing.
I wasted it all just to watch you go.
I kept everything inside.
Even though I tried, it all fell apart.
I tried so hard and got so far.
In the end? It doesn’t even matter.
I had to fall to lose it all.
You’re acting like I was part of your property.
You fought with me.
Things aren’t the way they were before.
You wouldn’t even recognise me anymore.
I’ve put my trust in you.
MY DECEMBER.
I just wish I didn’t feel.
I take back all the things I said.
I’d give it all away just to have somewhere to go.
I’d give it all away just to have someone to come home to.
This is all I need.
BREAKING THE HABIT.
Memories consume like an opening wound.
You all assume I’m safe here.
I don’t want to be the one.
I’m the one confused.
I don’t know what’s worth fighting for.
I don’t know why I instigate and say what I don’t mean.
I don’t know how I got this way.
I know it’s not alright.
I had no options left.
I’m the one at fault.
I’ll never fight again.
This is how it ends.
NUMB.
I’m tired of being what you want me to be.
I don’t know what you’re expecting of me.
I’m under the pressure of walking in your shoes.
Every step that I take is another mistake to you.
I’ve become so numb.
I can’t feel you there.
All I want is to be more like me and be less like you.
Can’t you see that you’re smothering me?
Everything that you thought I would be has fallen apart right in front of you.
I may end up failing.
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you.
LEAVE OUT ALL THE REST.
I dreamed I was missing.
You were so scared.
No one would listen because no one else cared.
What am I leaving when I’m done here?
Forget the wrong that I’ve done.
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed.
Don’t resent me.
Keep me in your memory.
Don’t be afraid.
I’ve taken my beating.
I’m strong on the surface.
I’ve never been perfect.
I’ve never been perfect, but neither have you.
Save me from myself.
SHADOW OF THE DAY.
Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple.
Sometimes goodbye’s the only way.
The sun will set for you.
Your friends all plead for you to stay.
Sometimes beginnings aren’t so simple.
WHAT I’VE DONE.
There’s no need.
I’ve drawn regret from the truth.
Let mercy come and wash away what I’ve done.
Let go of what I’ve done.
I’m forgiving what I’ve done.
FAINT.
I said goodbye.
All I could think was I need a way to dig through the damage.
I see you takin’ advantage.
I found another reason to do this.
I wanna find a way to rattle you.
I’m not done.
There’s nothing left.
Darkness turned to light.
how to know if tumblr has been eating your asks: send yourself anywhere between 5-10 asks, ( anon or not ) but have each ask be nothing but an order in which you sent them.
i.e: the first ask says ‘1′, the second says ‘2′, etc etc.
i sent myself ten of these, both on anon and not. This was all i received back:
Tumblr is now eating asks along with notifications. We must be more interactive than ever if we want keep this form of entertainment we call the rpc. Go ahead and warn your friends or test this for yourselves.. This post is reblogable.
Make Me Choose:
sesukes asked: Ciel Phantomhive or Sebastian Michaelis anonymous asked: Sebastian Michaelis or Tsukiyama Shuu