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Poor thingā Burned down to his bonesš No coming back from a death like thatš
this is my first time seeing this artwork. i think it was a promotional poster for the boa movie? it's gorgeous.
edit: @kuroshitsuji-wiki corrected me it was the box cover art for the limited edition dvd/blu-ray
you know youāre cooked when you can draw The Character like this without any reference whatsoever
went to freakville and everyone said they knew you
ā°ļø Being Undertakerās S/O Would Includeā¦
He laughs atĀ everything.Ā Not just jokes ā your little quirks, the way you wrinkle your nose, even when you scold him for scaring clients. To him, youāre endlessly entertaining.
Dates areĀ neverĀ normal. One day itās tea in his dim little parlor, the next itās stargazing in a graveyard with a blanket and snacks. He insists the quiet of cemeteries makes for the best picnics.
He teases you with morbid nicknames:Ā āmy little corpse flower,ā āsweet cadaver,ā ādarling deathās-head.āĀ Theyād be horrifying from anyone else, but from him, theyāre affectionate.
He has a sixth sense for when youāre sad or burnt out. Without a word, heāll appear behind you, draping his long coat over your shoulders and murmuring,Ā āDonāt look so grave, love.ā
Affection comes in unexpected bursts. A gloved hand brushing your hair back, a bone-dry joke whispered in your ear before he kisses your temple. Heās not always touchy, but when heĀ is, it melts you.
He adores storytelling with you. Sometimes he spins wild, morbid tales just to make you laugh. Sometimes he shares real fragments of his past ā whispered in the dark, between fits of laughter.
His love language?Ā Surprises.Ā Heāll gift you odd trinkets (a silver ring left in a coffin, a locket he āfoundā during work) with a grin like itās a bouquet of roses.
He lives for your reactions. If youāre startled, if you roll your eyes, if you laugh until you canāt breathe ā he commits every expression to memory.
When he holds you, itās tighter than you expect. Arms around your waist, head tucked into your neck, laughter humming against your skin. Itās the kind of hold that says:Ā you make eternity less lonely.
Private laughter:Ā When youāre alone, his laugh softens. No manic edge, just a quiet chuckle against your hair when you say something sweet. Those moments feel like secrets only youāre allowed to see.
Slow dances in odd places:Ā Heāll tug you into a waltz in the middle of his dusty parlor, or under the moon in a graveyard. He hums an old tune instead of music, and spins you until youāre both dizzy.
Keeps mementos of you:Ā Pressed flowers between his ledgers, a lock of your hair in a ribbon, notes youāve written folded into his coat. Theyāre hidden away, but he touches them when youāre apart.
Kisses, his way:Ā Rare but devastating. Sometimes featherlight, barely a brush on your temple or wrist. Other times, unexpectedly firm and lingering ā his smile curling against your lips when you gasp.
Protective in silence:Ā If someone disrespects you, he doesnāt argue. He just laughs, low and dangerous, and they find themselves unsettled enough to retreat. After, he turns to you with a smile:Ā āNo need to fret, love. They wonāt trouble you again.ā
Dream sharing:Ā Heāll stay awake just to watch you sleep, brushing stray hairs from your face. If you wake and catch him, heāll chuckle and murmur,Ā āDidnāt mean to wake you, pretty thing. You just look so peaceful.ā
Pet names (romantic):Ā Beyond his morbid humor, he sometimes surprises you with softer ones whispered just for you:Ā āmy dove,ā āmy heart,ā āsweet one.āĀ Hearing them from him is like sunlight through storm clouds.
Long embraces:Ā When he hugs you, itās full-bodied ā arms wrapped all the way around, face pressed to your neck. He lingers as though heās memorizing the warmth of you. He lets go only when you do.
Don't fear the Reaper.
Undertaker, the legendary shinigami from the manga Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler).
I havenāt drawn fanart for many years, but this cool character and the delightfully Victorian gothic atmosphere of the manga came to mind recently.
Time to do a rewatch of the anime series!
Also, my commissions are still open, if you're interested! DM me for info āØ
freak matched , perhaps surpassed
Edit: I FORGOT HIS FUCKING SCAR . PRETEND ITS THERE