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𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝙊𝙁 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃 𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙎 𝙐𝙋 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙎𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙀, 𝘽𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙎𝙊𝙐𝙇 𝙄𝙎 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀:𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘬, 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦. /semi lit Novela responses undertaker from black butler (formerly @Shlnlgamls)

[shlnlgaml]

/ Semi lit novela responses/ crossover friendly/ A multimuse redo acc for Shlnlgamls / Afilliated with @fallesto , @calamxty / rules and character info below the cut! Works well with One Piece, Demon Slayer, and countless other fandoms. Crossovers always welcome. Very Ooc this is my own representation of Undertaker! Don't need to know adrian to interact! /

ADRIAN PHANTOMHIVE BIO Name: Adrian C. Phantomhive Alias[s]: Sir Phantomhive, Undertaker, death, the reaper Age: believed to be over on

RULES

No harassment

No one under 18 I will find out

This acc will include depictions of depression, mental health, gore, disregard for human life, and more, don't follow if this triggers you!

This acc is a redo because I got a new phone. Not a copy

Multifandom

I will sometimes lose intrest in rping so please bare with me if responses take forever

Have fun!

[shlnlgaml]

Is it me or is it quiet? >_>

[shlnlgaml]

Like for a starter! (Specify muse/lengths may vary)

[shlnlgaml]

[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured.

Silence. Deafening silence filled his ears. He knew he wasn't dead. He already was. His mind was unconscious and simultaneously unconcerned. His pale body and face shining in the moonlight after a vicious explosion knocked Adrian out cold. Slight burns covered his arms revealing the countless scars that coated his body. Shirtless from the neck down to his pants. His clothing burned and singed.

He figured he'd wake up and go about his way. But he could feel someone lifting him off the ground. The wind in his face moving his long white hair out of the way to reveal the scars on his face. Almost like a sleeping beauty. His long black fingernails scraping against the pants of whoever was carrying him. And by the time he woke up. He was someplace completely different. His unnatural hues scanning the area as he looked at his body. Covered in bandages. Something he no longer needed unless he was bleeding. And even then it was to mask the stench that would permeate through the air.

He didn't say anything at first. He was silent. Trying to get a barring on where he was before he finally piped up and smiled lightly." I do suppose I should thank you for helping me." He says outloud. Assuming that whoever saved him was there and having had waited for him to awaken from his unconscious state.

"Thank you. In all truth you didn't have to risk your life like that." And if only he knew what sickening things he was doing before the explosion.

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.

[userkamikis]

[yukiimei]

I love green and I love him 💚

[sebfreak]

[shlnlgaml]

Getting back into this dead boy. I promise. Ive been feeling the anime lately.

[shlnlgaml]

A small smile formed on the pale man's lips as the undead shinobi writhed and struggled on the ground. His teeth grinding as low gutteral groans left his lips as the man placed a Satoba on his stomach. Gently tapping it on his stomach as he listened to the question.

"I assure you I was merely defending myself." Truth or a lie it wasn't known. His voice so calm and unmoving it was nearly unsettling. His accent was odd. From another land far from the likes of the Hidden Leaf. The shinobi grabbing at the wood of the Satoba as the pale man ripped it from his grip.

"You may call me Adrian." Not many got to see him work like this. He thought he was alone before he got that feeling someone was watching him. If anything. He made the man give himself away. Despite Adrian not knowing the man's exact location." Though to explain him? I'm afraid will be quite..impossible to explain."

He scans the bush line. Too low. Purposely keeping his guard low. Awaiting that moment he'd attack. He knows he's there now. Weather he moves away or not. Adrian was licking to get some more experiments done. Tapping his satoba on the ground as the shinobi crawled towards him. Milky white eyes pinned on him as the still wet blood from his body stained the ground beneath him as he struggled to his feet. Adrian taking the shinobi by his collar and threw him to the ground again. As if he was waiting for it to do something other than groan and hiss like an animal. But nothing.

"Perhapse I can give you a front row seat as to how I do things..wouldn't that be nice?"

[shinobinvku]

The stillness of the forest was heavy, usually broken by the chirping cicadas. Now, it was fouled by the wet thud of the reanimated shinobi hitting the dirt. 

Kakashi watched through the spinning crimson of his Sharingan, his mind a rapid-fire scroll of analysis. He had seen the forbidden, the macabre, and the twisted during his ANBU tenure, but this was very different. His first thought flared toward Edo Tensei, the Second Hokage’s dark legacy, but he quickly dismissed it. There was no scent of sulfur or ash, no ritualistic debris. This man, Adrian, wasn’t just pulling a soul back. He seemed to be tinkering with the very mechanics of a life’s ending. 

“Defending yourself?” Kakashi’s voice drifted through the trees again, though this time it seemed to emanate from a cluster of ferns ten feet to the left of his previous position. It was a flawless genjutsu layer, a subtle misdirection of sound and presence meant to keep a target’s eyes darting at the shadows. 

“That’s a rather elaborate way to describe desecrating a corpse,” he continued, sharpening his tone into something lethal. “In this land, we value our dead. We don’t turn them into…whatever the Hell that ‘failure’ is supposed to be.” 

From the darkness of a high branch, a silhouette finally detached itself. Kakashi dropped silently into the clearly, landing a dozen paces away from the pale man. His posture was deceptively relaxed, his left hand tucked into his pocket while his right hovered near a shuriken holster. 

“You’ll have to forgive me if I decline the ‘front row seat,’” he said, his mx-matched gaze narrowing as he tracked the erratic movements of the groaning, milky-eyed puppet. “I’ve seen enough of your work to know you’re a liability to the village’s peace, and since you’re fond of experiments…” 

In a blur of motion, Kakashi lunged forward, not with a blade, but with a series of rapid hand seals. “Let’s see how your ‘subjects’ handle a more traditional approach.”

[shlnlgaml]

A sharp smile formed as the shinobi revealed himself. His green eyes were like heat seeking missiles. Focused souly on him. The groaning body looking towards Kakashi as if he were a meal. Snapping its jaws like a hungry animal before Adrian pulled the corpse back. His words however. For the first time in so long. Struck a cord in Adrian's unmoving heart.

As the man started waving hand signs through the air Adrian jumped back with just as much speed. "I respect them dead just as much as you do. You wouldn't understand. Even if i explained it to you, twelve times over." His voice held almost no emotion to it. But deep within that emotionless tone was a hint of anger towards Kakashi as he threw a Satoba at him to keep him from finishing the hand signs.

Holding his hand out a multitude of other Satoba appear around the man like a barrier between him and Kakashi. Standing his ground he walks along the edge of the opening. Heels clacking against bits of rock as he took a breath." I only wish to find the source of Chakura. To see if I'm able to revive thoes who have died. Bring them back as they were." He looks to the groaning mess on the ground that seemed to have lost its footing at some point.

"I got my answer. Unless..I can cut you open. And see where it resides.." he tilts his head. His smile unnerving to look at for what sort of grotesque things hes done to that dead ninja." The Satoba fly at the shinobi. Embedding themselves in the ground, in trees, some even punching holes in rocks as he keeps his distance. Or at least for now.

[kisamc]

"Do keep your distance. It would be a shame to kill you.."

❝ KILL ME? ❞ Kisame repeated, a laugh in his voice. He considered himself a calm person, but such a direct threat wouldn't get a pass. Especially not when spoken by someone who had no merit. Kisame would respect those stronger than him, and not engage. But who was this person? An unknown stranger. Kisame was an expert when it came to assess these kinds of situations. He would analyze his enemy and quickly determine the best strategy to defeat them. The threat he was receiving right now - it was fear in poor disquise. Kisame could read emotions in the vibrations of air.

The stranger feared him, in some deep part of their soul.

❝ So you believe it would be an easy task to feat me, hm? ❞ He could feel his bloodthirst rise a little. He disliked being underestimated as much as anyone.

[shlnlgaml]

His unnatural green hues studied the man. Each second his pale white skin stretched on his Boney fingers as his long black fingernails tap repeatedly on a Satoba. A frown on his lips as he backs away from him. If his heart could still beat it would be racing right about now. The fear of water was deafening and having a man that could weild it right next to him?

As the words slipped from his lips he bit his lip afterwards. Cursing himself in his mind for letting his words slip. He was usually very careful about what he says. Especially around people he doesn't know. But just feeling his presence. It scared Adrian. His eyes widen ever so slightly as the man took offense. His gaze unmoving from where they were pinned. Directly on the man's eyes.

"Forgive me. My words slipped.' Which wasnt wrong. He was being honest. Though he knew this man wouldn't just let it go. No. That would be too easy. He could already smelly the stench of his rotted black blood staining the air with its pungent oder. Or worse. He could die permanently. No more existence. So he stood back. Keeping his distance from the Akatsuki member.

"I apologize."

[shlnlgaml]

I need to give this boy more love and reply to rps >_<

[shlnlgaml]

Might just hang out on here 👀

[libraryofmemes]

Send ‘♥’ if you ship our muses together.

[shlnlgaml]

WHAT KIND OF TRAGITY ARE YOU?

self-inflicted

you were given the choice to live, a thousand times over, and yet you never choose it. not intentionally, oh no, you didn’t know it was a grave you were digging. but with every turn, you were twisting the knife deeper. every decision doomed you more. had it been anyone else, they would have made it. but you? you are so perfectly you, there was no escaping it. the true tragedy of it all, is how preventable it was.

[ Stolen from @tojida ]

[sunsblaze]

"Thoes are the earings he fears so much..it makes me wonder. What happened that made him fear you?"

Him.

The question stilled the man, his chin tilting up towards the sky, the movement subtle, yet deliberate as he mulled over the words spoken to him. That night was not one he spoke of, not since he had been banished from the demon slayer corps— not since he had lost his elder brother to that man.

Still, he had not heard another peep about the demon lord since that fated night, even demon activity had dwindled for a while.

“You know him?” The words were more a statement rather than an actual question and slowly the man shifted, turning his wine-tinted gaze towards the other. “I faced him years ago.” His answer was brief, it was a topic that had left him sore, not because of his failure, but because of the loss of those he had failed as a result.

[shlnlgaml]

Adrian shut his eyes and nodded." I do know him. I love him." He says as he walks closer to him. To get a good look at the man who made Muzan scared. He was blunt. Honest. There was no other man like Muzan. Eternal. No death. The perfect being. The only thing that's missing is the blue spider lily.

"You seem so down about it." Adrian stated as he circled him. His unnatural green hues piercing the vale as he finally made eye contact with the man. Pale skin shining in the moon light with more scars than one could count.

"Tell me. How did you fail?" That was one thing he wouldn't push Muzan about. Muzan feared this man and Adrian was being cautious. He could easily be cut to pieces if he didn't play his cards right." The story of your downfall." He held a Satoba. An odd weapon. Nevertheless he was calm and collected. Unmoving by the presence of the other.

"I won't push. But if I can't ask Lord Muzan. I figured I'd ask the man who he fears most."