#mikhailis

[raajasii]

...iconic. 👀

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For: mikhailis From: babelfalls Prompt: Sebastian teaching Shiori how to dance Artist Notes: I figured the excuse could be something the long the lines of Sebastian teaching Shiori to dance so she can be presentable for her newly betrothed, movieverse equivalent of Elizabeth... Where’s the lesbian sequel we deserve you cowards!!!

And, because this apparently needs saying:This is Shiori and Sebastian. DO NOT TAG AS S/EBACIEL.

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do grelle for the meme of course :*

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2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod:

“Raining Blood” by Slayer, “Committed” by One Eyed Doll, “New Millennium Cyanide Christ” by Meshuggah, and just for something a little different, “Sick Boy” by GBH. She listens to a lot of metal in modern day; the more modern the era, the harder the music.

the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep – where they’re not supposed to:

Meetings, especially if it’s the night after a job and she didn’t sleep enough. Passes out right at the table.

the game they'd destroy everyone else at:

I honestly don’t know the answer to this one. She’s not that great at games involving strategy because she’s so impulsive and impatient, she doesn’t play any kind of sport, board games aren’t really her style...

the emoticon they’d use most often:

;) which i abuse way too much whenever we play in-character CAH

what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep:

Extremely irritable, complaining constantly, shorter temper than usual, and impatient to get back to sleep. She takes her frustration and crankiness out on everyone around her, most notably Ronnie. He’s an easy target and takes it in good humor.

their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever:

Black tea, with one sugar.

how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump:

When she’s in a sour mood, she lifts her spirits with wine, poetry, or some random violence on people who probably don’t deserve it. When she’s feeling especially dysphoric, she tries to dress herself up nice even if she’s alone, maybe treats herself to some me time. a bath and basically taking herself on a date also helps a lot.

what they wanted to be when they grew up:

As a kid she wanted to be a wife, and then her parents beat that out of her for a while. After that, she decided on being an actor. her parents weren’t thrilled about it, but saw she took her singing and acting lessons very seriously, so they let her have a go at it, and she was a natural. She studied theater very closely and is a much better actress than people give her credit for even today.

their favorite kind of weather:

Sunny, warm weather. She likes rain, but she likes being indoors when it rains, not that she’ll necessarily complain much if caught in the rain unless it’s ruining her hair.

thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?):

Grelle is on the high end of baritone. She has a beautiful singing voice (even if she wishes it were higher), which surprises most people, since her speaking voice can be so irritating due to her personality. Grelle spent so long perfecting her singing and it truly shines through, making people forget for a few minutes that she’s actually extremely annoying and overbearing in daily conversation. (Here is a good example of how I imagine her singing voice, if a little bit lower pitched.)

how/what they like to draw or doodle:

Grelle loves the arts, but can’t really draw anything herself. She mostly scribbles little ugly doodles in the corners of papers and then scratches them out before people can see them.

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mikhailis replied to your post “ANYONE WATCHING B.UZZFEED UNSOLVED RN”

I JUST WATCHED IT I AM LIVING

THEY GOT SOME DAMN GOOD STUFF I’M GONE

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@mikhailis   ||   - ♛ starter call - 

『♛❞ ——   ❝ Th--   this... !     It isn’t what it looks like !! ❞         It is exactly what it looks like. Of all possible presences to be graced with at this moment in time, he cannot think of anyone less desired. No time for concealing the unholy concoction of discolored batter, various kitchen utensils, broken jars fallen off their shelves and what looked like clumps of coal, all haphazardly swept to one side of the sullied kitchen floor, soot on his Highness’ nose tying him directly to the scene of the crime. Instantly he regrets allowing for Agni to be whisked off by the gardener who seemed to admire him so, for who else could get this situation under any semblance of control? 

                    ❝ I was--   I only meant to bake Ciel an afternoon snack a-and ,  ahh ...    the oven------ ❞

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tsuzuki and hisoka in B3!

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@mikhailis / cont.

“Terrible indeed.”

Not that Mr. Tsuzuki, at least, has that to worry about now—or not in the typical sense. The young master is in the study with the young man Mr. Tsuzuki had brought with him; his partner, apparently, and young enough that he can clearly be nothing but another shinigami.

The young master had said not to wait on her while she discusses matters with Mr. Kurosaki, so Sebastian sets out a slice of cake for Mr. Tsuzuki and pours him a cup of tea.

“And yet death comes for everything in the end. Nothing truly lasts forever.” His eyes flick to the door to the hall for a moment before he turns to Mr. Tsuzuki, smiling in a way that does not quite touch his eyes. “Perhaps to find beauty in impermanence is simply—human.”

He’d said the same thing to Tatsumi once; that things are only beautiful because they don’t last. It’s the fleeting nature of the blossoms that make them beautiful, he’d said. But here he is -- he and Sutcliffe-san both, he supposes -- rocks at a standstill in a stream, watching life flow by without them. Does she hurt from it too?

Does Sebastian?

Tsuzuki dips his fork into the cake after a soft thanks and it comes apart, flaky and golden and still somehow warm. It’s sweet on his tongue. The world narrows focus to just the sensation of food in his mouth and the heavy weight of guilt in his gut. How could he not have seen it sooner? Is he so blindly trusting of anyone who smiles at him that he doesn’t know a demon when he sees one?

The only other demon he’s ever been personally acquainted with was Sargatanas. Sebastian doesn’t seem to be... possessing anyone so crudely. He’ll get more information from Watari later, but for now, he thinks about Kiyoharu Genpo and the inevitable fate he will eventually face. Young, and tragic, the way Hisoka had been in life.

Tsuzuki wants to save him, and can’t. It’s hard to save someone from a willing choice.

“Don’t you feel guilty for any of it? Don’t demons feel guilt? Any at all?” That’s just how they eat, Tsuzuki reminds himself. It’s not necessarily Sebastian’s fault. The world is just harsh and cruel sometimes, however much he wants differently. Despite his own hunger, he sets the cake down. “...Sorry. I just don’t understand how anyone can make a choice like that. Either of you.”

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tsuzuki siblings ft @mikhailis in the strangers like me verse

may or may not eventually be cross posted to my art blog