[apocalypticromantic666]

A lot of people are asking why there's a titan in the new Black Butler intro.

I believe it's symbolic, and not only represents the bizarre dolls, but Real Ciel, specifically.

Ciel's brother returned as an unshakable force with, thanks to Elizabeth, the law backing him, and succeeded in completely uprooting our Ciel's life.

His lies were revealed, he lost his fiance, his title, his estate, everything. The entire world turned on him.

And with the undertaker as his protector, not even Sebastian, Ciel's faithful battalion, could touch him. For the first time in our Ciel's life since the day of his abduction, he was powerless. Small. Weak. And his brother? A monster wielding the destructive power of a death god. 

Real Ciel is the titan.

[apocalypticromantic666]

Six Sentence Sunday: The Teeth Of Madness -chapter 2

 “Fine. This had better not be a trick.”

He lathers a sponge and gets to work. 

“And if it were? What would you do?” The fugitive challenges, smiling drunkenly.

“Our visits will become much more… unpleasant.”  Othello implies, running the sponge over the undertaker's shoulder.

“Oh? How would you punish me, hm? Would it thrill you? To make me bleed?”

Othello stills, and for a moment only the steady drip-drip from the spout can be heard. 

“No.” Othello lies.

“Ah…” Undertaker lets out a quiet laugh. “A thirst for knowledge and power. I see.”

“Do you always make such rude assumptions?”

“You seek the ultimate form of control in all that you do- and power over Life and Death is no exception.”

“I do not-”

“Pffft. I can feel you shaking. Not with fear- excitement. You have a tiger on a leash but haven't the slightest idea what to do wi-”

Othello drops the sponge and grabs Undertaker's face, squeezing his jaw. Hard. Silencing him. 

“Shut. Up.” His words are edged with teeth.

Undertaker’s eyes are blown wide behind his fringe of hair. But then his eyelids droop, and he opens his mouth. Curls his tongue out like a slut.

Daring him to do worse.

So Othello spits on it.

“Swallow.”

Through a glare of venomous green, the dark-haired reaper watches the slow bob of undertaker's Adam's apple as he obeys.

Profane thrill peels up Othello's spine.

“Bloody fucking tease, you are.” Undertaker hisses, chest heaving.

In a moment of sheer, unhinged impulse, Othello unfastens his belt. Cruel fingers knot into the fugitive’s hair, hauling him to the edge of the tub.

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I'm making Undertaker a shameless SLUT and Othello a total Dom right now. Y'all have no fucking idea 😂

You can read the first chapter of this story here:

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[apocalypticromantic666]

Six Sentence Sunday

Othello leans down, hand diving into the water, and hesitates a moment before curling around the prisoner's pleasingly thick shaft. Undertaker's hips jerk and he shudders, pulsing in Othello's hand. Achingly hard, his cock head is a furious scarlet, gleaming. He's on the edge.

“Do you think you deserve it?”

To come?

“Like I said,” Undertaker huffs an agonized laugh, “You seek the ultimate form of control, in all that you do.”

“The ultimate form of control over you at the moment is denial.” 

Othello wants to watch him suffer. And keeping him edged holds a particular advantage. He releases his grasp.

And the way those eyes flash with pure fucking malice sends a chill through him. Were Undertaker not chained, Othello thinks he might rape him. Definitely kill him. Perhaps not even in that order, if the worst rumors are true. 

The prisoner falls quiet, stewing for the remainder of the bath. Othello makes a point to mostly avoid the hard jut of his cock as he washes him. 

Undertaker hisses through bared teeth when he only makes a cruel cursory pass over it with the sponge, giving the head a tortuous twist before abandoning it.

“The key?” 

“My braid. Woven around it.” He grinds out.

Othello unweaves the strands of hair and is admittedly surprised to find a brassy skeleton key tangled within. He was telling the truth.

“Where is your laboratory?”

“I'm through answering your questions for the day.” Undertaker’s voice is grim. 

It's the first time Othello has ever seen the man frown.

“Would you kill me now if you could?” There's a smirk in Othello's voice. He's playing with fire, and he knows it.

“At the moment, I am indeed entertaining the thought.” 

“Does loss of control frighten you that much?”

“The need for control has always come from someone who has lost it. The higher-ups lost control over me, making them feel powerless. That's why they put me in these chains.”

Undertaker cracks his neck, then hums. Purrs, really.

“But what they don't seem to remember is that a chain is only ever as strong as its weakest link.”

Clink.  

Iron creaks.

No. Impossible.

Clink.

Othello stumbles backwards. But in his fear, he's moving slow, too slow. As if he's knee-deep in wet cement.

Shit Shit Shit 

There are fangs in Undertaker's smile.

All at once, the chains break then fall away like cut rope, splashing into the tub. A wild pulse drums in Othello's ears as he watches those black-clawed hands grip the ceramic sides, and the prisoner rises unrestrained to his full height.

Time slows to a crawl. The fugitive's muscles coil and he leaps from the bath. 

‘Should he break free of his bonds, apprehending him is out of the question. Run.’ William’s voice echoes in his head.

Othello whips around, body pitching forward into a sprint for the door. 

But the predator behind him is faster, built for elegant brutality.

Steaming flesh crashes hard into Othello's back. He's slammed to the floor and suddenly pinned with a forearm to the back of his neck.

“I should kill you,” Undertaker seethes above him. “I should fucking kill you…”

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You can read the first two chapters of this story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52096780/chapters/131759956

[apocalypticromantic666]

Six Sentence Sunday: The Teeth Of Madness- Chapter 2

Othello counts his tools before leaving, and once he is out the door, he lets out a long, shaking breath.

“Unnerving, isn't he?” William remarks. 

“You can say that again. What's with his scars?”

“No one knows.” William adjusts his spectacles. “But his hands, on the other hand….”

“Rumor has it that he stole them from a demon.” Grelle interjects as she stalks up to the two. “Well, did he say anything else about me?”

William sighs, exasperated.

“No, he didn't.” 

“Oh, pooh.” Grelle pouts. “Well, if he does, I want to be the first to know.”

“Sutcliff, you know we have a strict rule about dating prisoners, as well as cowork-”

“Who said anything about dating?” She bats her eyelashes. “Beneath all that hair, he's sooo attractive that I just want to-”

“That's enough.” William cuts her off. “Did he tell you anything of use?” 

“Not really,” Othello says. “But I can't help but wonder how he was apprehended so easily.”

“Easily? Hardly. We had to resort to more… unethical means in subduing him. He was drugged. But unbeknownst to us, he has a tolerance to morphine, which shortened our window to his capture.”

Othello supposes that makes sense, but something about his apprehension still seems too … convenient.

“Did you obtain the samples?” William asks.

“Yes. I will examine them as soon as-”

But William raises a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. “Top brass has made it clear that they wish to examine them first.” 

Oh.

In other words, he won't be examining them at all. 

“Um, alright then.” Reluctantly, Othello hands them over. He was looking forward to putting them under the microscope and learning more about the fugitive of legend.

“Tomorrow, you are to try to get inside of his head. Be prepared, and do not allow him to turn the tables and get inside of yours."

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It's been a while since I had time to really sit down and write, but today I fleshed out most of chapter 2 of this fic. 🎉

I hope to post it by the end of the week.

You can read the first chapter of this story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52096780/chapters/131759956

And the newest chapter here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/52096780/chapters/139310215

[t-stray]

© Yana Toboso

[plague-of-insomnia]

@apocalypticromantic666 @lilacwriter07

[frozenpinetree]

had some more black butler stuff to post for Ciel’s birthday 🎉

[rius-cave]

What about someone outside the Hotel shamelessly flirting with Adam and Lucifer getting jealous and putting them in their place?

Oops, he touched him

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Don't touch him.

This idea just wouldn't leave me alone so here I am lol

Content Warning: Cursing, implied sexual themes, Adam is his own warning, so is Val. Adamsapple

Adam was many things, the first man, Dickmaster, the first human soul into heaven, likely the world's biggest rock fan and overall amazing fucking person in his opinion.

What he was NOT was a fucking mind reader. He has been at the hotel for a while now but that didn't mean he knew where everything was in that shit hole.

It was like Charlie just expected him to know. Stupid bitch. Adam has a vague memory of her explaining everything to him but that doesn't fucking matter, he shouldn't have to do this community service bullshit to begin with. How in the fuck were peeling potatoes going to get him home to heaven?

For the last twenty minutes Adam had been looking for the stupid peeler. He swore they moved it around on him just to be a bunch of little assholes. He slammed the drawer shut and stomped out of the kitchen. "Charlie! Where the fuck are you?" He yelled out. He hated having to fucking ask her where shit was but he'd be in the all damn day. It took him a whole afternoon to figure out the can opener and he's still pissed about it.

Adam heard voices coming from the lobby. Of course little miss princess was off having a nice relaxing time, probably with her bitch girlfriend. Adam ground him teeth together at the thought. He deserves relaxation too!

Adam angrily made his way to the lobby. "Charlie, where the fuck is--" The sentence died in his throat when he came into the room. This was bad. Standing over Angel Dust who was on the couch curled up in fear was a moth like looking man. Valentino, Adams mind supplied. One of the few people Lucifer and Charlie told him to stay the fuck away from.

Now Adam would never back down from a fight, but he wasn't a complete idiot. The look Valentino gave him when his red eyes locked with Adams golden ones made a sick pit feeling in his gut. He should leave, NOW. "You're not Charlie, I'll go."

"Not so fast." In a blink of an eye the moth was directly in front of Adam. "What's the hurry? Adam, right? First man, angel turned sinner?"

"Val, leave him alo-" Angel Dust chimed in.

"Shut up cunt!" Val roared, eyes flashing with malicious intent. Angel winced.

Now, Adam and Angel weren't exactly friends, but hearing this fucker talk to him that way didn't sit right with Adam.

"Hey! Lay off of him twat stain." Adam growled. The only regret was now he had Val's full attention.

Val took a long drag off of his cigarette and blew the red smoke into Adams face. Adam coughed and tried to shoo the smoke away. Adam has never smoked before, cigarettes didn't exist when he was on earth and they didn't have any type of drugs in heaven.

Val circled him like a shark as he spoke. "I could make you a huge star you know? You are a very attractive man, you'd make it big. Maybe as big as Angel Dust over there." He chuckled darkly. The smell of the smoke was making Adam dizzy, but he kept his glare in place. Val stopped in front of him again. " You may look the part of a sinner, but your eyes," he leaned in closer to Adam. "Give you away, they are heavenly."

Adam thought he was going to throw up. His heart beat hard against his ribcage. He was so fucking angry but he knew this guy could kill him before he even got his first in the air.

"Hmm~ Yes a fallen angel, that's bound to be somebody's kink~" Val stroked Adams jaw line with the tip of his finger until in rested under his chin, smile cruel and hungry.

It was as if lightening had struck down, that is how fast Lucifer was there to be in-between Val and Adam. Not only did this surprise Adam, but Lucifers full demon form was out on full display, horns and all. He had one hand on Adams chest keeping him out of Val's reach while the other was fisted in the moths ugly sweater. "Yeah? Well my kink is smashing bugs, roach." Lucifers voice was even full demonic.

Val started to shake a cower, the gravity of the situation hitting him. "Y-your Highness! I had no idea you had interest in him."

"My interest in him is none of you're fucking business. If you know what's good for you, you'll never come back to this hotel and forget you ever saw him. CLEAR?"

"Y-yes my king." Val squeaked when he was dropped and fell on the floor. When he cleaned himself up he cast a look over to Angel Dust. "I'll see you Monday." Then he was gone.

The next thing Adam knew he was being pulled down the hall and into his room. Before he could get a word out, Lucifer pinned him to the door. "What the-"

Lucifer smashed their lips together in a bruising kiss. Adam returned the kiss, his arms snaking around Lucifers shoulders. The king picked him up by his waist and Adam wrapped his legs around him as Lucifer moved him from the wall to the bed.

Adam moaned into the kiss when the king gripped his jaw. Not painfully, just firm.

Lucifer broke the kiss and left a trail on Adams neck who sighed contently. Lucifer pulled away to look Adam in the face. "What in the hell were you doing near that piece of shit?"

"I was looking for Charlie! I had a fucking question."

Lucifer growled, "You smell like him."

"What?"

"That prick, you smell like his nasty cigarette smoke. You should only ever smell like yourself or..." He trailed off but Adam knew what he meant.

Like him. Luci only wanted his scent on him.

Adam smirked, "jealous much?"

"Oh sweetheart, when I'm done with you there will be no mistake on who you belong to." Lucifer traced his finger along Adams jaw line, this time a pleasant shiver went down his spine.

Potatoes would have to wait.

(Then they fucked and it was awesome lol)

[namisiaa]

Sebastian

Manga coloring by Nami Origial art: Toboso Yana, Kuroshitsucji Chapter 202

Hah! I made it! First coloring in 2024 is ready! And I want to make meny more this year, so cross your fingers for me! I list all my brushes from SAI 2 and wasn't using my tablet for about a year or so so this isn't the best work ever but I'm actually vry proud about it concidering this and my health condition. Now I'm looking for another nice frame to color and maybe not Sebastian this time. But he's my fave and I thought it would be good for me to start with him :D

Btw, you can also follow me on:

Deviantart

Instagram (I'm pretty sure I have more coloring on Insta than here)

[moony-mei]

Earl Ciel Phantomhive.

[insaneption]

he's a lil happy when he's burning something

[slumpedgrl]

[t-stray]

He dropped the pipe to the floor where it lay forgotten and flexed his fingers before his face. With the floating, buoyant sensation he was experiencing, he half anticipated to see his digits littered with crimson eyes blinking back at him, dripping onyx 

Cover art for @misshoplite fanfic “No fucks given” featuring sebxLauxRanmao if you are into that remember it’s adult content! You can check it in my adult blog. 

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

The Phantomhive Household.

[speeb-racer]

The real translation for this page, don’t let anyone lie and tell you otherwise.

[ayaloire]

10月1日2017年

[1e-15-deactivated20180319]

Vincent Phantomhive

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ! sᴄᴀɴs ʙʏ sᴍɪʀᴋɪɴɢ-ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ

[apocalypticromantic666]

I think I know why anti groups tend to gravitate towards Grelle being their favorite character.

In the earlier chapters, Grelle mirrors how antis themselves behave, allowing them to feel 'justified' in what they do.

Grelle aided Madame Red in killing women who were pro-choice; women who did things that Grelle and Madame Red personally disagreed with.

Grelle chooses to be impulsive and violent instead of taking a moment to think, sympathize, and understand why other people may feel differently than she or Madame Red do about having children, similarly to how antis refuse to use reason or critical thinking regarding why others have different tastes and opinions in fictional media- and why those choices are not necessarily a reflection of moral character.

And like Grelle and Madame Red, antis viciously react to people having these differences out of a false sense of moral superiority.

For one thing, Madame Red grew up in high-class society and received an education, affording her to live day-to-day without starving or doing whatever she must do to merely survive, while many lower class women were forced to prostitute themselves just to get by. Mary Jane Kelly was also an Irish immigrant in England. The odds were already stacked against her. But Madame Red, on the other hand, was privileged.

I'm willing to bet many antis are, too, especially if they'd obsess over something as trivial as fictional content to the point of engaging in harassment. If they had serious stakes in their lives, such as a job, rent to pay and bills to stress over, what people play pretend with would be the least of their concerns.

But at the core of this, Grelle and Madame Red were willfully blind and unsympathetic to the plights of others and refused to see past their own egos- so they painted their personal disgust towards those women as moral righteous anger in order to justify their hate-driven actions.

But when Madame Red actually chooses to pause and weigh the consequences of her actions before murdering her nephew, Grelle, rather than also stopping to think, turns on her own lover and slaughters her in cold blood.

Tell me, how many times have you seen antis turn on one their own if one dares to pause and think for two fucking seconds about the sort of behavior they are engaging in, like bullying, doxxing and suicide-baiting?

Every. Fucking. Time.

They shriek "you must be a (insert the latest insult/buzzword here, such as freak, degenerate, pedophile, etc.) just like them if you disagree with my actions!" Which basically boils down to "You aren't one of US! I am the worthy and righteous one, and you're not!"

They love to pose the "Us vs. them" stance, which is precisely what Grelle does in the end. And if they decide you aren't with them, you're against them- no nuance, no shades of gray- and you're cast aside.

I believe THAT is why antis love Grelle. Because Jack the Ripper arc Grelle, like them, sides with violence and cruelty above empathy and critical thinking, whether they are consciously aware of it or not.

But the key difference is that Grelle is fictional, and because NO ONE in Black Butler is real, no one is being harmed by her.

But antis who behave like her in real life, who paint their personal distaste for fictional content as moral outrage and use it as an excuse to attack people? They are doing real-world harm to real-world people.

Grelle, unlike many antis however, learned from her actions and grew, and tried to do better.

Don't be like Jack the Ripper Grelle. Be like late-chapter Grelle who learned to grow.

Do better. @ antis everywhere