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IIOUTOFEXPLOSIONSII So it's Munday, therefore I'll post my face? Sorry I'm really ugly ><

Endure the ugly face please

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To all Anon Haters

- Anon haters listen up! You guys seriously all need a better hobby or just out sometime. You need to leave these people alone! And I’m not just talking about Mafia- rivaille I’m talking others you have harassed on here! This is nothing but foul play.

Delete your blog

Kill yourself

You do realize that there is an actual living breathing person behind these blogs, right? Words hurt! I bet you wouldn’t want the same type of hatred on your end would you? Treat others the way you want to be treated. It’s called respect you might want to pick it up.

phantomhive--chef

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Hello ^^ I don't mean to be rude by adding to your post, but you brought up something I'd like to quickly address! Hopefully this won't be obnoxious and or annoying to anyone. It's just when I see things like this, I just want to share my voice.

There isn't anything with what you're trying to say! The Majority of it is advice anon haters should take! However, you should never wish death upon someone- because once again, they're also an actual person. We all know how hurtful anon haters are, and we'd never want to stoop to that level; yet again, if you wish death upon them that means you're being a hypocrite.

In my opinion Anon Haters are rather pathetic, they can't even get off of Anon to share their distaste for us. Sometimes that distaste isn't even genuine, they just need to put someone down to feel big. I know that I myself wish for Anon haters to leave tumblr, but asking them to kill themselves is wrong. There was nothing wrong with what you said, and I love your opinion. Hopefully you don't take any offense to this whatsoever ^^

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A Ballroom's Gift II Closed

'Why did 'T' even bother bringing me here? I can't even dance. Payback? Yeah. It's like him. He knows I hate crowds and singing. I can't believe he signed me up to sing with those prissy girls on stage.'

Claire thought. She was made to wear a long shoulder-frilled dress, luckily in her favourite colour. Royal Blue. "Who the hell are these people, anyway..? Grell is here, ‘T’ is here, Ron is here- Oh, and The Undertaker. Wait- He’s here too? They’re ganging up on me - Oooh.. I knew it." Claire was seething, attempting to make a planned escape through one of the balconies - Until those cursed girls in pink dragged her onto the small stage.

'So many faces…' Claire cringed slightly before tapping the microphone and mentally warning the crowd to cover their ears. She scanned her golden hues across the ballroom before coming to a skidding stop at one person. "…Bard?" Claire’s voice un-audible and stiff.

phantomhive--chef

Today was certainly the day he could redeem himself, in fact- even prove himself! Out of every caterer in London, the young Earl had selected him to cook tonight's main course. Not even an ounce was prepared by Sebastian, from the sauce to the lamb. Nevertheless, his job wasn't shortened any less due to it. The main purpose of a Phantomhive servant was to protect the servant as well as his Manor, since tonight was a grand gala- the security must be alert at all times. Not once breaking, stern and stiff was what he was let out to remain; therefor that is what he shall be. However, an array of show girls dressed in pink were to arrive. Surely it would only be customary to pay a little visit. For security purposes, of course!

All the faces came and went so quickly, it was all a blur to him. It would be virtually impossible to distinguish a danger from a guest, how in god's name was he supposed to do his job?! A miracle would be the only way he wouldn't screw something up, in fact even his pair of goggles would suffice- the light was blinding compared to the usual dim kitchen bulb. But no, this was a 'black tie' event, so the Master forced Bardroy to dress like a so-called 'noble'. In all honesty he would be satisfied with remaining in his chef slacks, as well as his familiar goggles hooked around his neck. They may be odd but they were most certainly efficient! Pink blurs passed him, must be the show girls. It was now time to act like a gentlemen, and charm the young women. "Ello'Mis-" Speaking to the female race was far more challenging than he'd let out to be. His voice caught in his throat, refusing to come out.

'Ey'what's wrong with'mah? Uh'talk ta'Mey-rin ery'day! Why can't ah'talk ta'these damn'gals?' Out of all possible times to become shy, his boisterous self had to select now to be the best time. By now he could be chatting up a storm with that blond over there, even flirting. However, every show girl seemed to be a carbon copy of the next- people so similar were rather boring in his eyes, perhaps it won't be so bad not to talk to them. That was his tought until he saw the young woman dressed in royal blue. She was different, and here eyes were practically inhuman; green eyes ringed with golden irises. Never before had he seen such a vivacious eye color. Bardroy paced himself toward the stage, looking up. Tonight's show would be marvelous no doubt.

phantomhive--chef

★ ouo I'm saying Claire wants to, but it could totally happen... Maybe. *Flies into the wind*

He stared into the girl’s green eyes, the news was rather shocking after all. It was true that the two were quite close, them both being explosive enthusiasts- but it never once occurred to him that she could even think about him in a romantic sense. Roses bloomed on his tan cheeks, making the corners of his mouth curve into a smile. "Eh’that so? Well ah’d be lyin’if uh’said that wouldn’t be mah’cup ah’tea," He said with a wink, chuckling ever so slightly.

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Claire followed Bardroy out through the entrance, before gasping lightly at the scene.

Petals - Pink to orange, purple to even the subtlest shade of blue. "Bardroy, it’s.." Claire breathed. “It’s so beautiful..” There was a slight breeze, pushing back a few long strands of her long brown hair - Pure golden hues widening, smile broadening.

phantomhive--chef

His smile grew as she gasped; as expected, she was mesmerized by the stunning gardening work. It would be a lie to say he hadn't reacted the same, everything so delicately placed throughout the fields. The Phantomhive garden hadn't looked so marvelous in so long, perhaps even since Bardroy had begun working at the Manor.

A hearty chuckle couldn't help but leave his lips, for once Bardroy was truly happy- the kind the was warm and light. He placed his arm around her shoulders, his eyes gazing across the garden. "Ain't it somethin'ta look at? Uh'swear, eh'really out did em'self today! Ta'garden hasn't looked this way in.. Well it's never looked ta'way before!"

rpsituations-blog

Our muses have just lost their first child together, how does yours react?

phantomhive--chef

"Ya’darn right’e tries! Damn kid gas got’uh lot’ah skill!" He said with a laugh, Finnian was an exceptional young man; considering not only his gardening skills, but his exceeding strength. However, like all Phantomhive staff, he could use a bit work on not destroying parts of the manor. But Bardroy would appear as a hypocrite if he was to say such a thing , judging by his combustive tendencies.

"Well, it’s bet’ta then all’uh us could do. We got’ta give’em more credit!"

onehellofahousemaid

Mey Rin gasped softly then smiled at Bard’s enthusiasm. “Perhaps we should do something special for the three of us, yes? A sort of thank you to each other for being such good servants for the young lord?” The idea of doing such a thing excited her. Even if they made a lot of mistakes, the three of them (four if Tanaka was counted) were very loyal and dedicated to the manor and their master.

phantomhive--chef

Bardroy curved his lips, nodding; a day of rest seemed to be a lovely even to plan. All of the servants could use a trip, one involving not catering toward the Master's needs. Perhaps even Sebastian would enjoy the trip, considering he was the one to clean up every servants mistake- not including Tanaka, of course. However it would present high risk, the young Earl would be without any Phantomhive Servants; creating an open time for him to be vulnerable to an attack. But the chances for that were slim, after all. "Uh'think that's ah'great idea, enjoyin'ta day instead'ah workin'! Haha, sign'mah up!" Bardroy spoke with his usual tone, the smile failing to leave his lips. "But would'ta Mastah'allow it, is'ta question ah'hand here."

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Hello everyone ^^ I'm so sorry for being on hiatus , longer than expected. You see I couldn't find the time to answer any of my threads; this is the second time I've had to write an apology to my followers- but each is genuine and I truly cannot apologize enough. Now I happen to have an large amount of time to roleplay, so I'm open the requests! I'll roleplay with any characters, canon, OC, and or from different fandoms. Hopefully you don't find this annoying, my apologies for disrupting your dash!

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phantomhive--chef

★ ouo I'm saying Claire wants to, but it could totally happen... Maybe. *Flies into the wind*

He stared into the girl’s green eyes, the news was rather shocking after all. It was true that the two were quite close, them both being explosive enthusiasts- but it never once occurred to him that she could even think about him in a romantic sense. Roses bloomed on his tan cheeks, making the corners of his mouth curve into a smile. "Eh’that so? Well ah’d be lyin’if uh’said that wouldn’t be mah’cup ah’tea," He said with a wink, chuckling ever so slightly.

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"That… Sounds nice. Thankyou." Claire breathed a small sigh of relief and smiled softly and apologetically. "S- Shall we get going, then? It’ll get late, soon."

phantomhive--chef

Bardroy smiled, reaching his hand out to her. He was glad to have made her feel more at peace, it would be dreadful if an awkward silence remained between the two.

"Ah'ya, come on- wait till'ya see what Finnie's done with'ta garden. An'such, gah uh'm beginning ta'bump mah'gums. Come on let's go"

He paced her toward the entrance, quickening his steps ever so slightly before letting go of her hand. It was no bluff when he said she should have seen what Finnian had done with the place, flowers in full bloom decorated the field- all ranging from the smallest of buds to the largest petals. One would think that this was the work of angels, or more likely- the work of Sebastian.

#mechanicalreaper

phantomhive--chef

The glimmering object did not dim or loose any sense of brightness, it seemed as if it only grew more powerful at the mention of it. Now certain that the glow was not accidentally placed beneath the floorboards, Bardroy knelled down and began pulling the wood from the screws. Anything could be below them, even the wildest possibilities had a chance of being truth. At this point anything was possible, which was as equally terrifying as it was well.

He slowly lifted the board, scrapping it along the floor. An extreme beam of light shot out from the newly formed hole, it’s aura not even once settling.

Bardroy tried his best to keep his face stern, he would not break- if there was any chance onto finding the Master, it would involve no doubt. "Well it’s obvious that’ta Mastah’didn’t hide anythin’down there, but.. There is’ah chance he is down there. Come’on, uh’don’t want’ta waste any valuable time,”

onehellofahousemaid

Watching Bardroy take charge and rip up the floorboards, Mey Rin kept one hand on hr gun. She couldn’t be too careful in a situation like this, with no real knowledge of what they were facing. It really was a frightening thought, considering there were still no clues as to the whereabouts of their young lord or Sebastian.

When the light flew up from below, she shielded her eyes for a few seconds, her crimson hues shimmering behind her glasses.

"You lead and I will follow, Bard," she said softly, yet with a stern tone. Remaining calm was imperative right now, and she didn’t want to appear weak or worried in front of the chef right now.

phantomhive--chef

The floorboards were much too small to fit through, if they were even likely to get through- they would have to remove the entire section of wood. The chance remained that the young Earl may not even be down there, ripping out the wood would damage the property- but that risk was one He would be willing to take. Bardroy began prying, removing each board slightly. The light began to burn his skin, an ominous noise began filling the room. Most likely the opponent that laid in front of them , would be most difficult. Crafting those past creatures, was something perhaps Sebastian couldn't even comprehend.

He squinted his eyes, trying to see past the immense glow. As soon as all the board had been removed, Bardroy set one foot down the hole; climbing ever so slightly down, he was trying his best not to cause the smallest noise.

"Ya'know very well that'ta enemy is gonna be ta'most difficult ta'kill. Uh'hope we at least got'ta chance ta'get back our Mastah'an em'butler." His voice remained stiff, drawling each word out slowly. It was obvious that he was terrified, certain she was too.

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phantomhive--chef

★ ouo I'm saying Claire wants to, but it could totally happen... Maybe. *Flies into the wind*

He stared into the girl’s green eyes, the news was rather shocking after all. It was true that the two were quite close, them both being explosive enthusiasts- but it never once occurred to him that she could even think about him in a romantic sense. Roses bloomed on his tan cheeks, making the corners of his mouth curve into a smile. "Eh’that so? Well ah’d be lyin’if uh’said that wouldn’t be mah’cup ah’tea," He said with a wink, chuckling ever so slightly.

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"It… Wouldn’t hurt to find out, right?" Cue the rapid mental facepalms. Wait - Did facepalms even exist in this era? Brilliant. "Not what I meant! I mean - Gah.." Claire hung her head slightly, left index finger repeatedly against her right arm. "I’m.. Sorry. I think I should take my leave for now.." Poor girl. She always had trouble with love.

phantomhive--chef

At least he wasn't the only one to become flustered easily, it was actually surprising that he was yet to stammer. After all he was the most reactive of the Phantomhive servants. "Ey'now, Claire! Don't feel that way, ya'don't have'ta leave; uh'like haven'ya here, an'ya already know that," He offered her a warm grin, lightly padding her shoulder. He'd hate for her to feel bad about herself, he knew best how that felt. "Do'ya.. Want'ta go on'ah walk, maybe?"

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If I was dating you.. (FINISH IT IN MY ASK)

phantomhive--chef

★ ouo I'm saying Claire wants to, but it could totally happen... Maybe. *Flies into the wind*

He stared into the girl’s green eyes, the news was rather shocking after all. It was true that the two were quite close, them both being explosive enthusiasts- but it never once occurred to him that she could even think about him in a romantic sense. Roses bloomed on his tan cheeks, making the corners of his mouth curve into a smile. "Eh’that so? Well ah’d be lyin’if uh’said that wouldn’t be mah’cup ah’tea," He said with a wink, chuckling ever so slightly.

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Claire rubbed the back of her neck slightly. "R- Really?" She glanced to the side and set down her arm. 'It's just sweet talk. Don't mess.' Claire told herself. "I’m a terrible kisser, honest," She laughed nervously. "I was just kidding… Yep, I was kidding."

If he was telling the truth, Claire would feel guilty at that moment. But there again, as cautious as the Reaper is - She always thinks any sort of compliment meant for her is just a scam of sorts.

Attempt?

phantomhive--chef

He smiled, taking a strand of her hair and twirling it around his finger. "Hm, now'ya don't need'ta be feelin'meek with'mah! Uh'that we'wa friends, right?" It would be a lie to say that this was peculiar of her, usually she was so collected- her spontaneous and combustive side normally wasn't like, this. However a strange sense of nostalgia came along with it, a laugh left his lips as he nodded.

"Ey, let'mah tell'ya ah'little secret- uh'don't even know if ah'm uh'good kissah'!" He hadn't meant to be so upfront about himself, but they were friends. Hopefully he had made her feel less cautious; she could let her guard down around him. He wouldn't fool her for anything, that wasn't the man he was.

phantomhive--chef

Her determination certainly was something to admire, not since the search began had she shown an ounce of doubt; she was set on finding their master. All the servants appeared to have an interesting back story, but of course what Phantomhive servant would they all be without one? His eyes drifted across the room, searching for the most subtle clue onto finding the young Earl and Sebastian. Whomever was able to create such a lifeless feeling that could dwell within the very corners of the manor was a pure genius. Then again such a thing would be very difficult to defeat.

The welding feeling began building in his chest, death was never something that he could handle well; no matter how little it actually affected him. A small light glistened in the corner of his eye, shining in what seemed to be underneath the floor pan. Nails and screws had been pried out, leaving scratches and scraps of a seeming rabid animal.

An unusual thing to be placed within a dark room, indeed.

"Mey-rin come’er, uh’think uh’might ah’found somethin’ta help." His voice below a whisper, yet it remained strong. "Now what is ah’glow doin’er? Ta’Mastah’has locks’ta hide valuable things…"

onehellofahousemaid

Hearing his voice, Mey Rin walked over to where he stood, noticing the light flickering from underneath the damaged floorboards. It looked as thought someone or something had been dragged below, which made her chest tighten for a moment at the possibility that their master was down there.

Her eyes narrowed behind the thick glasses as she listened to Bard, lips in a thin line as she thought.

"I don’t know, but I believe we should investigate," she spoke lowly, just as quiet as he. Shifting her weight, she bent downwards and took a whiff. Something was most definitely off with this situation. "It may be where our foe is hiding, and there may be clues to the young master’s whereabouts, yes," Mey Rin spoke her thoughts aloud.

phantomhive--chef

The glimmering object did not dim or loose any sense of brightness, it seemed as if it only grew more powerful at the mention of it. Now certain that the glow was not accidentally placed beneath the floorboards, Bardroy knelled down and began pulling the wood from the screws. Anything could be below them, even the wildest possibilities had a chance of being truth. At this point anything was possible, which was as equally terrifying as it was well.

He slowly lifted the board, scrapping it along the floor. An extreme beam of light shot out from the newly formed hole, it's aura not even once settling.

Bardroy tried his best to keep his face stern, he would not break- if there was any chance onto finding the Master, it would involve no doubt. "Well it's obvious that'ta Mastah'didn't hide anythin'down there, but.. There is'ah chance he is down there. Come'on, uh'don't want'ta waste any valuable time,"

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