I'm Convinced The Sanderson Sisters' Spell Simply Wouldn't Work On Ciel.

Dad tried to get close to his twins with force stealth, but they spotted him before he turned the corner.

Veers is very tall… I’ll draw Jerjerrod another time 😵

I looked up the ranks of the empire, but I can’t find the right answer. I wonder which documents I should refer to.

Update:

I have found more characters to write about to heal my daddy and mommy issues 🫡

Hope y’all are ready for me to start clearing out my draft which means requests are back open!

two tickets for the barbie movie please

I hope Verlaine, Kouyou, and Mori are quarantining from the vampirism in Verlaine's depression hovel right now. I hope they're having the worst sleepover imaginable. If Mori uses Verlaine's electric kettle to boil fruit one more time, Verlaine is going to gut him like a fish. Kouyou and Verlaine ran out of slurs to call each other so Kouyou is making prolonged eye contact while systemically picking apart his rattan chair with her tantō. Verlaine has strangled Elise into dissipating four times.

Every time Chuuya calls to check on them, they act SO casual and unaffected. Verlaine is knitting Chuuya a hat from the hair Mori keeps stress shedding.

Wait, I just realized something

Dazai told Chuuya that he was the one who blew up his car and Chuuya responded with something like “Wait that was your doing??” and he sounded surprised.

So, if Chuuya didn’t think it was Dazai who blew up his car, who did he think did?

I find it so hard to believe that Chuuya didn't instantly suspect Dazai but everyone was like "no he left without a word, there's no way he took the time to blow up your car and nothing else" so he believed them until Dazai confirmed he was right after all.

It’s my birthday!!! 💙💙💙

(Anyone have some Dadbastian recommendations for me? 👀)

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Chapter 6/?

One decision can alter the course of reality. The decision that changed the course of Mori's life was sending Soukoku to deal with a drug trade in France while sending Oda to die for the Special Ability permit. This last minute decision has altered the course of countless lives.

Chapter 1/?

Fluff & Angst (this chapter is 99% fluff)

(Special thanks to @battle-ax-nation for staying up on FaceTime with me while I wrote this. Love you! 🩵)

Hey, can you possible write something about Sebastian trying to comfort Ciel (maybe he had a nightmare or tripped and fell, etc.) but he’s really bad at emotions?

Of course! Thank you for the request! <3

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Where was he? Why couldn’t he move? Everything hurt so much; it was unbearable. Wait, who are the people surrounding him? What’s wrong with their faces? No, not faces. Masks, cult, knife, sacrifice! No! No, no, no, no, no! Help! Someone, please! I’m scared! They’re going to hurt me again! They’re going to kill me! Help! Sebastian! Sebastian!

“Sebastian!” Ciel screamed as he awoke from his night terror. He quickly set up and wrapped the blankets all the way around him.

Sebastian was at his side instantaneously.

“You called, my lord?”

Ciel curled up and rested his head on his knees.

“Tell me they’re dead. Tell me you killed them.” Ciel ordered. Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

“Killed who, my lord? If you’ll recall, I’ve killed quite a few people.”

“Them.” Ciel hissed. “The ones who kept me in a cage and made my life a living nightmare. Are they dead? Did you kill them all?”

Sebastian thought the question was a bit silly. Of course they were dead. Since when does he leave things incomplete? Plus, Ciel had been present when he slain the cultists. Why was Ciel asking a question he very well knew the answer to? Still, Ciel had asked a question, so Sebastian answered.

“Yes, my lord. Every cultist in that room faced a violent and painful death, I assure you.”

“Good. Good.” Ciel said, shakily.

How strange. Why was Ciel shuddering? Was he cold? Sebastian retrieved another blanket from the closet and wrapped it around Ciel’s shoulders. That’s when he noticed the tears.

“Young master? Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying.” Ciel said, voice cracking.

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

Sebastian ignored him and cupped Ciel’s face. He gently lifted Ciel’s face to meet his gaze. Sebastian used a handkerchief to dab the tears away.

“Well, if these aren’t tears, I’m afraid we must call a doctor.”

Ciel said nothing, but allowed Sebastian to continue.

“What happened, my lord? Did you hurt yourself?”

Ciel shook his head.

“You’ll laugh.”

“No, I won’t. That would go against my aesthetic. What kind of butler would I be if I laughed at my young master’s distress? Surely, not a good one.”

Ciel found a bit of comfort in the familiar phrase.

“It’s… dumb.”

“Maybe it is, but you have me intrigued.”

“I had a nightmare.” Ciel mumbled.

“I can’t understand you, my lord.”

“I said I had a nightmare.” Ciel said a little louder.

“Oh, is that all?” Sebastian asked after a moment.

“See! You think it’s dumb.”

“I said nothing of the sort. I was merely surprised that a trivial nightmare is the cause of your tears.”

“I know, you don’t have to tell me.” Ciel said, burying his face back into his knees.

Sebastian brushed down a few stray hairs on Ciel’s head before leaving the room.

Of course he left. Why would he stay? The whole situation was ridiculous. Ciel Phantomhive, the Earl of Phantomhive, the Queen’s Guard Dog is crying over a nightmare. What a joke. What kind of Earl was he? He foolishly called for his butler and let him see him weak. He should never be weak. Why did he call for Sebastian anyway? He can’t fight a nightmare. What was he expecting? For Sebastian to care? For Sebastian to tell him that everything was alright? How idiotic. How childish.

Ciel’s head snapped up when he heard his door open again. Sebastian re-entered the room with a tray that held a cup of warm milk and a jar of honey. Sebastian sat the tray down next to Ciel. Ciel used the honey dipper to sweeten the milk to his preference. No words were exchanged. Ciel finished his drink and lied back down. Sebastian tucked Ciel in before speaking.

“Worry not, my little lord. The servants and I will keep you safe. You will get your revenge in due time. Then, I’ll devour your soul and you’ll never be in pain again.”

“No more pain…” Ciel muttered before falling asleep once more.

Sebastian gathered the tray, empty cup, and jar of honey and moved to leave. Sebastian placed his hand on the door knob and turned back towards Ciel.

“Sweet dreams, Bocchan.” Sebastian said and he left Ciel to his rest.

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I hope this was satisfactory! Thank you again for requesting it! <3

Butler #1: I have never been prouder of my young master. Lord William nearly got a perfect score on his history exam.

Butler #2: That’s good, but nearly perfect wouldn’t belong in the Green Manor. My young master always makes perfect scores on his exams and he has been able to tell which tea I bring him without any hints. He is a true genius.

Sebastian: Aw, that’s adorable. It’s taken Lord Green 2 years to determine which tea is brought to him without being told? How cute. Lord Phantomhive could tell me the name of his morning tea within the first few days of serving him. Not to mention how he has never failed in his duties as the Queen’s Guard Dog. So much blood and gore, yet that has never affected his studies or his Funtom company. My little lord is clearly superior.

✨Bonus✨

Butler #1: What about you, Claude? What has your young master accomplished?

Claude: Alois has done nothing but give me a headache. He also removed one of Hannah’s eyes, but I don’t really care about that.

You there give me your goofy/sweet headcanons for the BSD characters or SKK

GLAD YOU ASKED

when they were both in the mafia, dazai and chuuya would """train together""" (dazai would do absolutely nothing (he just wanted to watch chuuya work out))

in executive meetings, they'd both get bored easily and chuuya would get restless so dazai would let him doodle on his arm under the bandages (they would bicker so much during it and got in trouble a lot (dazai's pissed mori ruined their bonding moment))

they also continue to do this in PM/ADA truce meetings

dazai is WEAK for chuuya calling him osamu. genius brain reduced to mush with 1 word

despite the initial tension between chuuya and kunikida (wariness of a dangerous mafia executive on kunikida's part, mild jealousy and insecurity on chuuya's part) they give each other a chance because of how important the other is to dazai (lowkey best friends and then Literally Dating) and they get along great !!!

unfortunately their favourite past time is bonding over how horrible of a partner dazai is. he regrets ever wanting them to be friends.