CLEAR CONFUSION UNRAVELLED —- had a conniving witch bewitched our daemon’s food into committing such an uncharacteristic act ?? Sebastian’s feral gaze observed how fluidly the culprit fled, running deeper && deeper into the open marrow of a hollow hallway.
He could have sworn that Ciel was almost acting like a fool — AND THEN! In a sudden strike, almost as if God had struck him with a malady, our daemon blushed fervently and … squealed? Eyes wide, a bead of cold sweat cascaded down his bare skin, our daemon’s ice heart skipped a beat in terror. What WAS that which escaped his lips ?!! Why was his face burning hot ?!!
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).
As much as Sebastian would like to add fuel to somebody’s fire with his exceptionally fluent demeanor, Ciel often could be found within the regal grip of ill-tempered ice. That’s how they used to hound each other, that’s how they used to be. A bite after bite — a sequence of playful yet tangible stings of their undying arrogance — their tempest would never abate, nevertheless the hurricane they both evoked daily and nightly managed to take them up higher, so they could proceed with their diabolic tango under the silver gaze of vigilant stars.
Ciel clenched his fists doing all possible to tolerate his butler’s (intentional beyond a doubt) harsh manipulations, but again… why he should tolerate? No matter how much the presence of particular furry pets irritated him — he never maimed any of them and never actually experienced a true loathing towards them. He simply suffered due to his poor health condition and even though he felt sorry for that deep inside, he hated it only when Sebastian attempted to mock him.
❝ Stop it. ❞
the earl demanded rigorously not looking back.
❝ Sebastian… just give it a thought before you do another stroke. You are heartless enough to have a desire to wound me with a brush, whilst actually having such a desire is a proof of emotions.
Many times you stated you are not in possession of such. So if those words mean a thing, just try to be careful right now. ❞
❝ As well as you have failed to mention your ridiculous obsession with felines, again much to my frustration. Deprive me of your childish behaviour and go back to your business now. ❞
'' My, my. When will you ever decide to grow up?? I barely recognize any changes, despite our time together. ''
The previouslyrestrained countenance revealed a scowl at the butler’s acrid comment. If only Ciel received a pound for every frivolity of his servant… Even such money would make more sense than Sebastian’s acrimony at the moment. What a prick of a butler.
❝ I refuse to accept any remarks from a demon, who doesn’t change through centuries.❞
No feverish haste came to the surface further on. Each of his unhurried movements unveiled both bewitching grace and exceptional restraint, as if he was relishing that ambiguous nature of his shady counterpart, who never failed to gnaw at his bones, yet always was there to bury them in a safe place.
Nowadays a single mention of possible visiteurs delivered the young earl a rather sensible taste of frustration due to their undeniable ability to cause him a disturbance at the very least. He took his butler’s words to a careful consideration and drew a heavy sigh nevertheless.
❝ How do you even know if they’re prized or not. ❞
What makes this difference between prized and common to the old demon? They must all be just the same to his eyes. And why oh why Ciel should care more and seek for a sip of freshness within the gossips of beaumonde? Only because he’s supposed to be a refined human being… a mere human being, who’s soul ached for nothing more, than the freshness of the rain.
you’d think he’s gone bonkers, as the sorrowful sky was overcast since the very morning, Gray heavens enshrouded in weightless chiffon and ready to shed tears any minute. Who would ever walk green pathways in such gloomy weather? But those sapphire eyes were replete with determination.
❝ Why won't you behave well? You would leave this place sooner. ❞
Dementia roleplay starters
It was a miserable isolation, a severe chastisement…
An extremeness which wasn’t allowed to someone like him. No, it was unacceptable.
Impermissible… and so real.
A squalid cold room with a hole instead of window. This was his place now… They thought these concrete walls have already become his prison. But what they didn’t know was that his prison forever was inside his very own mind… More cracky than these walls, more maimed than the souls, what died in here before, more troubled than a living being could imagine. Oh, it was painful… He felt how every of his thoughts hit against his frail skull, just like doomed prisoners in the other chambers used to throw themselves against the ground and walls. And they cried, oh how piercingly they did… every instant, every second, forcing his soul to wail.
But he was s i l e n t . Now he was…
Not able to resist those nightmares anymore. They had faces. Ugly and frightful. And they always watched him with hunger. They came when they wanted to come. They overtook him wherever he happened to stay. The night wasn’t their limit now and the day stopped to be safe. Powerful and terrifying shadows stifled him with their steadfast gaze, they left bruises on his skin as a gift and bloody scratches as a reminder of their inevitable return. They devastated him, leaving no place for memories and hope. Everything he was now was a mere little living corpse, afflicted, disabled, exhausted…
His eyes were colorless, staring into nowhere. They lost their wondrous shine and turned into glass darkly, a lifeless mirror. They barely recognized anyone, who appeared before them and could barely discern anything. Nothing mattered. There was nothing.
Feeble hands placed together. Dark circles under his eyes, dry tracks of tears on withered pallid cheeks, crimson marks as the evidence of his being beaten, wounds and messy hair… he was no longer the earl, but a helpless dying creature.
His mental desease reached its apogee. The madness bloomed like a garden, sucking the life out of his frail body. Some people still tried to safe him, yet without avail. It was a curse that couldn’t be healed, insanity that couldn’t be absorbed.
❝ — Why won’t I… ❞
His lips moved faintly. The voice what spoke to him… it was so close.
The boy lifted his head slowly, casting his blank glance at the dark-haired man. His face… it was famiiar.
❝ pretend❞
His husky voice murmured in low tone.
❝ why won’t I… ❞
His eyes returned to the uknown point. He gasped quietly.
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.