Diederich || The Loyal Dog

Deiderich, here. {Independent Rp blog for Diederich from Black Butler, slightly AU with him being a shifter whose form is a german shepherd  and his eating habits did not catch up to him} I am his loyal German dog, and I shall remain as such… {Mun and muse 18+ may contain NSFW, which will be tagged as such} {tracking treuenhund}

[treuenhund]

The Great Sandwich War

[treuenhund]

dahliaviolet:

The man’s arrival could not be noisier if he tried and so Dahlia almost spilt her coffee all over her desk and the pile of homework waiting to be corrected.

“Can’t say I have seen it,” she replied, calm as ever, before she took a sip of her coffee. Judging by his tone, one would be led to believe he suspected her of taking it, as if she didn’t have better things to do with her time.

“You always seem to be in there making coffee. I was sure you would see the culprit.” He walked past her towards his own desk. He had always wondered why a gym teacher would even need a desk, let alone an office, but he was grateful today.

“You are sure you have seen nothing?” Diederich asked as he reached into his desk drawer and retrieved one of many nutrition bars he kept there just in case of such an emergency. The last thing he needed was his blood sugar dropping too low.

[treuenhund]

The Great Sandwich War

Missing... His sandwich was bloody missing. The man stormed out of the lounge and into the office that he shared with one Ms Dahlia Violet. “Have you seen anyone take a turkey and cheese sandwich? Mine is missing from where I put it one the middle shelf in the fridge.” He was going to make sure that someone regretted this if it was on purpose.

@dahliaviolet

[treuenhund]

Little One In the Garden

Diedre looked down at the little girl that was sat in the back yard, playing with her cat and dachshund. Gretel was licking at her face and jumping around, while Viktor was purring as the girl held onto him. The Kindergarden teacher tilted her head as she watched the little one, wondering once more where she had come from. She had seen her the afternoon before as well. Surely, her parents were worried about their little girl. She walked over, crouching down beside her. “Sweetie, where did you come from?” She looked up at Diedre with beautiful purple eyes, not saying a word to her.

@dahliaviolet

[treuenhund]

Widows and Warriors

[treuenhund]

@dahliaviolet​

The woman almost expected him to leave in fear of damaging his reputation by staying in her presence for longer than the moment necessary for chasing away the vultures feasting on her shame - yet the gentleman remained on the spot to hear the clumsy thanks. 

The scars surprised but did not alarm her - even if they did, Dahlia would never show it. His eyes were closed, probably to avoid the horrified reaction the dark-haired man expected and that thought alone hurt. 

“You have a point, sir. People these days do nothing save for spreading hurtful rumours,” she agreed with a gentle nod of her head.

A miliary man. That would explain that specific air of authority around him and possibly even the unfortunate state of his face. “I am very pleased to meet you,” smiled the brunette. “My name is Violet. Dahlia Violet.” A quick glare to the drunk guests who were so eager to ask impertinent questions mere moments ago. “But I am afraid you heard that already.”

✙ Diederich was rather surprised that he didn’t hear the slightest hint of revulsion or disgust at the sight of his face. It was quite a refreshing change from the usual questions, while usually off the mark the questions still brought up uncomfortable memories. A rare smile found its way to his lips for that reason, though the smile was brief.

The party seemed to continue to move around them, no one seeming to dare to whisper near. Be it how he had scolded the others or the light scars on his face that kept them quiet now, he could not say.

❛❛ They seem to have little else that suits their fancy. That much never changes, ❜❜ that much he was certain of.

The soldier shifted on his feet, holding his hand out to shake hers. ❛❛ It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Ms. Violet. ❜❜ Her name sounded familiar, though he could not place it. He had heard of the demise of her late husband, but even then her name had seemed familiar. He couldn’t say that he much cared for Martin Violet, remembering him from their school days he had hated the man nearly as much as he had hated Vincent. ❛❛ I am sorry for your loss. ❜❜

[treuenhund]

back, but likely just for @irislefaywitch and @dahliaviolet cos Die missed his girls also his FC has been changed yet again... This time it is now Richard Armitage cos I have a deep love for that man

[irislefaywitch]

A doberman silently goes up to Iris with his head down. He is obviously not one of Diederich's hunting hounds, a different breed entirely, and they are not allowed in the manor in any case.

Iris looked at the dog curiously, kneeling down a ways away from him, her voice gentle. “Hey there, where are you from, hmm?” she asked, holding her hand out for him to sniff after she’d closed the door to the manor. “Don’t need the other pups finding you, now do we?” she hummed, smiling softly.

(( treuenhund for reasons XP

[irislefaywitch]

Her pale eyes watched the dog curiously, tilting her head slightly. “Hmm? The carrots?” she asked, not understanding what he meant. She glanced down at the knife in her hand. “Oh, yes…it’s one of the only things I like about magic,” she sighed, finishing the cutting and dropping all the cut carrots into the boiling water.

[treuenhund]

✙ Diederich tilted his head once again, curious as to what all sorts of magic she could do. He also wondered about her wording, one of the only things she liked? He had known he knew little of her, but this was even more eye opening than when he was in human form.

[treuenhund]

The Rose and the Hound

[missmadamcrimson-deactivated201]

Angelina sat at her vanity, watching her sister brush her long red hair. “What if he doesn’t like the color of my hair. If he can’t stand it. There’s no way it’ll work.’ Ann muttered softly. Looking at her sister in the mirror. "He’ll love you Ann” She heard her sister say to her. Angelina sighed and closed her eyes. All she could do was hope.

After the girls were ready they made their way down stairs. Ann fiddled with her gloves. ‘Rachel wait.“ She said and turned to look at her sister, glancing at the garden doors. "Promise me something. Promise me that if things don’t work out you’ll tell Father with me.” She said.

Once she got Rachel to agree he nodded and turned heading for the doors once more.

Walking out of the manor and into the garden she looked around, spotting the men sitting there. Standing up as Rachel and her got closer. He bowed, how sweet.

“Angelina Dalles.” She said with a nod and curtsy.

[treuenhund]

✙ Diederich smiled, she was polite and adorable. “It seems you shall be sitting on my right, may I escort you to your seat, my lady?” He was less intimidating when he smiled, that is what his half sister told him back home in Germany, at least. The man held out his hand, hoping she would take it.

He could feel the smug look Vincent was giving him, thought his back was to the other man. He knew that if this worked out, he would never hear the end of it. And even if it did not work out, he still would not hear the end of it, or he would... with his mother smacking him enough times with her cane...

He hoped the girls had not seen him eating some of the sandwiches before they had arrived. As eating before all guests were in attendance was a social taboo, no matter how stressed or nervous a person was.

He did not wish Angelina to think him a rude person after all...

[treuenhund]

Can you ask to us how you have learned that Ciel was alive, one month after "this night"? It's Tanaka/Frances/Alexis/Madam Red who has called you for give you the new? Or it's Ciel who has called you personally for say you "I'm alive"?

✙ “I was still in the hospital, actually. Recovering from the burns I received trying to get Phantomhive and his wife out. That boy came to my room to see me. That is how I learned the son had lived.”

[volpe-infernale-deactivated2023]

+1

[volpe-infernale-deactivated2023]

This dog was definitely odd. It was nearly as big as he was! He knew there were some bigger breeds, especially when it came to dogs who worked on farms and such. In fact, his family had their own dog when he was little. It was a decently sized farm dog, and he’d long since forgotten its name. But they had to give the dog away when he parents left. They couldn’t bring it with them, since their uncle’s dog was rather territorial. He wondered what had ever happened to that old dog… But even with these rambling thoughts, the mutt in front of him was still there. What a persistent thing. 

"Go on, I said shoo! Go!  People sleep here, we don’t need bloody fleas in this place."

[treuenhund]

✙ Diederich let out a grumble at the boy’s comment about fleas. Fleas! Like a noble creature such as himself, would dare to let fleas make their home in his fur. Diederich made certain, ever since an incident in his childhood, to do what he could to counter fleas. He was also rather stubborn, and was glaring at the boy. If Diederich was anything but in his dog form, this boy would likely be cowering.... which was a reason why he often went about England as a dog, that and he was far harder to detect or trace.

[dahlia-violet-archive-deactivat]

M!A: Dahlia is a teenager for two days.

[dahlia-violet-archive-deactivat]

“And you are…?” The girl only hoped it would not turn out to be another ‘old friend’.

[treuenhund]

✙ “Your fiancé....” Diederich looked at her a tad confused, what in the world? Why was she asking who he was?

[n-i-c-t-o-f-i-l-i-a]

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The Hanging Tree by Jennifer Lawrence

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where dead man called out For his love to flee

[irislefaywitch]

treuenhund replied to your post:So…somewhere along the line my netbook forgot…

because it is weird (also followed you on my Kyou blog and will be doing replies to you here since my doggie muse came back)

:o new blog??? Any yay~

[treuenhund]

yup, new blog, and followed Isis too, cos reasons XD

[roleplayanons]

REBLOG IF YOU'RE FRIENDLY TO FEMALE OCs.

I feel like everyone only wants to play with my male OCs.

[anythingbuttherain]

what happened to my beautiful bishounen diederich? what did you do to him?

[morticiann-deactivated20160107]

HE GOT CUTE AS FUCK THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED

I’m not calling anyone out, I’m just saying y’all, meaning most the fandom, seriously needs to stop calling him, “fat Hitler” and saying, “OH MY GOD NO, WHY IS HE SO FAT NOW?!”

Honestly it was a tad bit funny in the beginning but now I’m really tired of hearing it and seeing it, it’s not funny or cute anymore and I’m starting to realize how incredibly rude it is. So what if he gained weight? That doesn’t make him ugly or any less of a kick ass character.

So how about we all just drop the whole, “OmfG DiedrICH NO!! WHy r U So faT?!” yeah?

[nythunnos]

heard a snoring bin.. Look who I found hehe

[treuenhund]

irislefaywitch

[treuenhund]

I am sorry for being away, I have not been feeling my muse, and then I also have just lost the use of my laptop for a time and therefore, all my icons, edited for his scars and not, which is devistating.

[tastefullyoffensive]

[latenightalaska]

I SERIOUSLY THOUGHT THIS WAS A COPPER STATUE

[trohmas]

HELLHOUND

[irislefaywitch]

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