#inquiries.

[fears-anatomy]

the other you was asked so i must pass along a question -

thoughts on lobotomies?

Absolutely detestable. I was never in agreement with my contemporaries as it came to this. They insisted upon its practical use and application, the betterment of minds and such... I could never see it as anything other than harm.

I fear to know what my Other believes.

[istvrgrl]

do we enjoy hitting the big strong men with the transfem beam in this haus

?

#NEEDTHAT

girl fuck them tall glasses of gasoline and fuck you too

Voting ended onSep 30, 2025

[butterflymasqed]

Welcome to The Butterfly Masquerade: Put on your finest silks, adorn your mask, and may the best dancer win your interest.

Greetings, traveller. May my butlers take your coat? May my maids offer you a glass of drink? It is to all of our pleasures that you have taken my invite, for this ball would not have been complete without your presence.

Here, you will find an array of dancers from all over the country, all aching for a hand to hold (even if they may not admit it or know it yet!) -- but, tell me, will any of them be granted the fortune of yours?

Let us see.

Read below for guidelines and further information about your hostess.

Graphics.

0. SUITORS

"Label:" Name | Prns. Short bio. | #tag

1. SYNPOSIS

This is an X. Reader blog with a focus on Light Yandere, Characterized Y/Ns, and Harder-to-Find Tropes.

The theming is just for aesthetics! Though, I am thinking of making a "canonical timeline" where the masquerade ball is a general setting.

I typically write Male Suitors, but I'll definitely shake things up every now and then. As for Y/Ns, I'll try to keep things gender-neutral.

This is a SFW blog. If any NSFW accounts interact, please be cautious and have a SFW pfp/username!

2. GUIDELINES

No NSFW requests or comments. Please keep simping appropriate and have class in my court! If you are unsure of whether or not a comment is "too far," just ask me, or find some way to soften it.

Absolutely no Ai. Do not feed my work into Ai, do not expect me to use Ai, and do not ask for Ai chat-bots!!! Only authentic craziness here, babeyyy.

While I may dabble in some Yandere Suitors, I will stray as far as I can from "hardcore" content. Obsessive and immoral Suitors are fine! However, if these characteristics start becoming cartoonishly cruel, I will definitely pull back and compensate. Besides, I think it is much easier to find Extreme Yandere vs. Light Yandere, so I'm not going to oversaturate the market.

Speaking of oversaturated markets: I will likely try to avoid common tropes or at least common depictions of tropes. I am not obligated to accept prompts that I do not like.

So here are some prompts that I will not accept. Some exceptions may be made if I personally find some way to twist them, but that depends solely on me.

Bully x. Victim.

Anything based in misogyny. Trophy-Wives/Husbands, Bimbos, Extreme Objectification, etc. Suitors will treat fem. Y/Ns with the same attitude as masc. Y/Ns.

Extreme age gaps.

Love at first sight. I hate this one. I absolutely will not write this one. Every Suitor will have some genuine reason behind their love/infatuation for Y/N. Slow-Burn or Implied History, just no superficial love.

3. EXTRA TAGGING

#The Hostess. | Text-posts from the author! This tag will be used for any post that isn't directly writing.

#Inquiries. | Asks!

#My Fluttering Heart. | Reblogs, usually pining.

[dourearl]

❛❛ Young master, ❜❜

Lips pursed in a pout, eyebrows pulled up at the inner corners, the butler stepped into the office shrouded in the quiet of a winter's afternoon,

❛❛ As you know, the holiday is approaching and I thought it best to be bold. Though serving you daily is gift enough, I would also like to make my other desires known, so, if I may make a request, ❜❜

A headband was thrust forward, the metal wire adorned with two triangle shaped ears reminiscent of a cat. His grin was wide, crinkling the corners of his eyes,

❛❛ I ask that you indulge me with these. ❜❜

Ciel sat motionless, his quill frozen above the parchment as the words reached him. The voice, familiar yet dripping with something too bold, too shameless, grated against the delicate stillness of the room. He lifted his eyes slowly, his gaze narrowing as it fixed upon the offending object—the ridiculous headband, adorned with absurd cat ears, held aloft by a gloved hand. For a moment, Ciel said nothing, his face a carefully constructed mask of indifference, though the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. His fingers tightened around the pen, and he set it down with deliberate care, the quiet click of it meeting the desk louder than it should have been in the silence.

❛❛Are you mocking me? ❜❜ His voice, though soft, carried an edge meant to wound. But even as he spoke, his eyes lingered on the headband, caught between disbelief and something more conflicted. He knew he should refuse. His pride demanded it. A Phantomhive was above such humiliating nonsense. And yet, wasn’t it the Christmas season? A time for giving, for humoring fools and their whims? The excuse sat uncomfortably in his chest, but it was enough to keep him from outright dismissal.

Ciel rose from his chair, his movements slow and deliberate, though tension coiled in the line of his shoulders. His fingers brushed down the front of his jacket, smoothing fabric that didn’t need smoothing, a subtle stalling tactic as he wrestled with the unspoken implications of the request. When he finally reached for the headband, his hand faltered, hovering above it for a fraction of a second before he snatched it from the air. His fingers curled tightly around the wire frame, as though to crush the absurdity of it in his grasp, but instead, he lifted it to eye level, his expression unreadable.

The ears were soft beneath his thumb, the plush fabric an affront to his dignity. He stared at them for a long moment, the firelight catching the edges of his face as warmth prickled up his neck and settled in his cheeks. It wasn’t just the ridiculousness of the item that humiliated him - it was the knowledge that he would relent, that some traitorous part of him wanted to.

❛❛ This,❜❜ he muttered, more to himself than to the room, ❛❛ is beneath me. ❜❜ Yet even as he said it, he raised the headband and placed it atop his head, the wire pressing lightly against his hair.

A flush rose to his cheeks almost immediately, heat blooming across his pale skin as he avoided his reflection in the darkened window. His gloved hand moved instinctively to touch the ears, as if to confirm their presence, before falling away, fingers curling into a loose fist at his side.

Humiliation settled over him like a weight, heavy and cloying. And yet, beneath the sting of indignity, there was something else - a strange, twisted satisfaction in knowing that he had fulfilled the butler’s ridiculous desire. It wasn’t just Sebastian’s amusement he had indulged; it was his own quiet, unspoken craving to be seen, to be adored in some strange and foolish way.

❛❛ I look ridiculous,❜❜ he said aloud, his voice thin and sharp, though his tone lacked its usual venom. He shifted his weight, fidgeting in place as though the air itself conspired to mock him. The blush deepened, and for a moment, his chest tightened with the thought that this was how far he had fallen - to don cat ears at the whim of his butler, the very symbol of his servitude.

But wasn’t that the dynamic they had always shared? A subtle, maddening game of control that shifted and twisted like smoke, impossible to grasp. He held the title, the authority, yet Sebastian always found ways to tease at the edges of his pride, to bend him in ways that felt both infuriating and intimate. And, heaven help him, Ciel indulged it.

The heat in his face deepened as he adjusted the headband, the wire settling more snugly against his head. He hated how aware he was of the ears, how they made him feel - silly, exposed, yet oddly alive under the weight of Sebastian’s unseen gaze. The humiliation was sharp, but there was something intoxicating about it too. To let his guard slip, to cater to the butler’s whims, even in this ridiculous way… it was a small surrender, but a deliberate one.

His fingers brushed the ears once more, a self-conscious movement that betrayed how acutely aware he was of his appearance. ❛❛ You had better enjoy this thoroughly, it’s rare I entertain such nonsense. ❜❜

[timstinytool]

yo i hope you are doing well!!

Thank You I Am Doing Terribly I Hope You Are Having A Nice Day.

Faithfully, Tim

[inavagrant]

His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, even less so when he begins to condense angry gales of wind upon the palm of his hand. "I will allow you the privilege of a running start. Run along now." Before he changes his mind and shoves the condensed gales of wind right upon his face so they slash up his flesh.

[inavagrant-a]

🔥🔥🔥anything you want!

Your oreos are meant to be dipped in milk. Them sinking is part of the risk, don't worry if they sink a couple of times the more you do it the more you will master the art. Why are you not dipping them in milk.

"Sunshine," friendly, or otherwise nice characters are not plain and boring.

gREEN IS NOT AN UGLY COLOR. :GUN: