send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
His sublime soul possessing the rare ethereal beauty was now reminiscent to a silver string stretched too tight over the mahogany exterior of Stradivarius violin. A single touch of a bow could make it sing either the symphony of heaven or the cacophony of hell. And at this very moment it all was up only to Sebastian and his choice left the earl speechless.
A click of door lock resounded in the acoustic space evoking Ciel’s apprehension and sending shiver down his spine. Yet nothing except for a distrustful frown was revealed to the demon — the noble knew his fear would be relished by him.
He had no other option but to heed devil’s speech which was as viscous as honey and as pungent as the most deadly poison. Ciel was paralyzed,taken aback, when his butler by the day exposed his ravenous nature as the night drew near. Boy’s fragile hands rested against male’s chest in implacable manner, trying to keep him as far as possible,but in vain. The earl knew too well with his heart: NOTHING would stop Sebastian from doing what he wanted, aside from his order that held enough power to affect the diabolic mind.
Only his word could force the monster to abate his violence, but no word came from Ciel further on. Although his lips parted in desire to let out a sound
— only a mere sigh escaped his lungs. Enchanting sapphire eye rested on the demon’s face reflecting a mix of irritation and mistrust and…
❝ What do you think you’re doing… what are you talking about..❞
Young Phantomhive whispered, hissed through his clenched teeth, before finally trying to break away and leaving no chance to Sebastian to see more.
❝ You can’t eat me just now! We’re not finished yet! ❞
His company was his PRIDE. Therefore seeing somebody defacing the showcases brought a piercing chagrin to the earl — he ALWAYS worked so hard to make his production appealing to the guest’s eye as well as provide a guarantee of an absolute quality materials. Yes, indeed, to reach this level he had to implement the most BORING duties, but he never spared an effort to achieve the best results — he never shunned to spare sincere LOVE towards his creations. It was evident.
But at the moment somebody was narrow-minded enough to blame him and there was no way Ciel could consider it a fair accusation, moreover he became frustrated of people taking everything for granted. He did not want them to be in his shoes, however some individuals could at least think twice before putting such unpleasant messages on the glass.
His loyal butler was there right beside him as he watched the bloody confession disappear. With a bare facet of his soul he could sense the demon’s blood boiling up in fury, yet Ciel knew better than letting his bloodhound to scour about the entire town in search for said culprits. As soon as the crowd started to go hectic again, the boy hinted Sebastian at the other corner of the street which appeared empty and safe for them to talk.
❝ I will always have a chance to dispose of them. But first I want to prove them wrong. As much as people can be stubborn, they are prone to a swift change of mind. You just have to provide them with a chance to do it. ❞
if you wanna break
these walls down
you're gonna get bruised
I'm building an Empire
Before we'll get to the roleplay business, I must list you important rules, which are valid here. Let's start with another reminder of this blog being Independent (not affiliated with any roleplay group), Private (I roleplay only with people I am interested in roleplaying with) and Selective (I am not aware of all fandoms and all characters on Earth, therefore I interact only with those fandoms and characters that I know for sure, please don't be offended). There are few other things you must remember when you're here:
I'm building it with all I know
• I am not open to OC's. There might be exclusions, but in general still, no.
• I welcome the novel style of writing. However I can also perform one-liners and paragraphs.
• No Godmodding please.
• Mun is over 18 and really welcomes all dark themes, like violence, gore and ect. Don't be shy.
• Mun speaks russian. English is not my first language.
• With all ships chemistry comes first.
• I consider the canonic plot with twins completely cheap and idiotic, therefore I'm sticking to my own version of Ciel, where he is the only child and has dissociative identity disorder due to his traumatic experiences in the past.
So little time and so much to do
These are the most important moments I wanted to clarify. I hope to make only good acquaintances here. If you have any questions or suggestions, please contact me via my Askbox.
Young though wise Ciel Phantomhive (13 y.o.) has recently returned to his native abode, which was restored from the ruins to become the heir to his father's thriving business, as well as all the duties, joys and troubles of his family. Giving an oath of loyalty and dedication to his work, the young earl undertakes to do everything possible to regain the justice and punish those who once dared to desecrate his home and defame his family. Enemies must not expect his mercy, because by the side of one devilishly ingenious nobleman there is no less hellishly talented butler.
A CHILD VERSE. Ciel (7 y.o.) is little and lives in his family's abode along with his parents: Rachel and Vincent Phantomhives. He is a fragile and imaginative creature that is rarely allowed outside due to his poor health. However it doesn't deprive him of curiosity and love towards everything what surrounds him.
ALTERNATIVE AU. After Ciel became a demon and Sebastian remained his loyal butler for the whole eternity, Phantomhive ordered him to spread the rumor about the sudden death of his master. In the short bequest he disposed of his family estate and business between his relatives (the Midfords) and his servants (Tanaka, Mey-rin, Finny and Bardroy), and only continued to visit them once in a while in his invisible form.
Ciel possesses the same power of hell as Sebastian, however his personal demonic abilities are strongly connected to the nature and its elements.
USUALLY TAGGED AS "DIABOLIC ARISTOCRAT".
"You should keep your distance from me if you want to live. My place is in the shadows, yours in the light. We walk opposite paths. It's best that you remember that."
The Queen's Watchdog
Young though wise Ciel Phantomhive has recently returned to his native abode, which was restored from the ruins to become the heir to his father's thriving business, as well as all the duties, joys and troubles of his family. Giving an oath of loyalty and dedication to his work, the young earl undertakes to do everything possible to regain the justice and punish those who once dared to desecrate his home and defame his family. Enemies must not expect his mercy, because by the side of one devilishly ingenious nobleman there is no less hellishly talented butler.
Her Majesty the Queen
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The Mun's nickname is Kelly. I'm an experienced roleplayer, who's more interested than fanatic over the things. I earnestly ask you to return me the same respect and favor as I do to you. I possess three languages and enjoy drawing and writing in my spare time. I am not religious or aggressive towards any points, but I can gladly fuck you up, if you'll start to mess with me.
MAIN VERSE.
LE PETIT PRINCE.
DEMONIC ARISTOCRAT.