Hi I'm Sam. I'm a Newbie Cosplayer and im a Kuro(mostly) blog. But i blog really anything.
My OTP is SebaCiel and i often post headcanons.Im a RP blog and my Muse is Ciel Phantomhive so if you ever want to start an rp, message me or just make a starter and tag it to me(also in the tags if you could please tell me what I'm suppose to be rping •_•)
I will answer any Asks for me or if you wanna ask the muse something go for it!
" Mister Phantomhive, as you’re tutor i do, oh so humble request you get back to you’re work. I shan’t have you falling behind on you’re studies." The child earl mocked in his best Sebastian voice, pacing the library after Sebastian had left to retrieve him something sweet for his tea.
The boy had gotten into the habit of..well..’obtaining’ his butlers glasses after his studies in the afternoon and acting like the butler if he wasn’t in the same room with Ciel.(Although the demon DID leave them out, so it was more his fault than anything.)
" Mister Phantomhive, I’ve caught you staring at me twice now! Please return to you’re work." He said, trying his best to sound like Sebastian but scoffing as he failed, Flopping in a chair, a scowl on his face as he forgot the glasses were even on his face as the doors opened.
Cards Against Humanity.
I’m a big fan. Well, I bought this.
It’s great. It hold all of my shit. But it holds something else too.
If you have it, open your box.
You see how I started to tear away at the top of the box there?
Do it carefully.
There’s something in there. What could that be?
There’s a card.
There is a card literally hidden in the top of the box.
But what card?
I fucking love these people.
okay but imagine sebastian trying to tease ciel by slowly unbuttoning his shirt but ciel gets tired of it so he hits sebastian hands away and does it himself and hes just groaning “do i have to do EVERYTHING myself around here”
I just realized that in this godforsaken scene:
When Sherlock says “I think it could work”
He’s saying ”I think the name Sherlock Watson could work”
And then John, still laughing, realizes what he just heard and does a sort of puzzled look back up at Sherlock:
And Sherlock just:
And in conclusion, we’re not exactly looking at an aborted declaration of love.
Oh god, this hurts so good. I can’t stop feeling over this (>_<)