You seek to threaten me with death? If you seek to threaten me, threaten me with life.
— Victor Frankenstein, Penny Dreadful (via ahealingheart)
Many Costumes Of Ciel Phantomhive
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With The Wind
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finding a good ciel rper is really hard


D= Roleplaying is a hobby and not a job though. People are playing for fun and not to satisfy you/others D=

   //The Ciel which might look and seem good to you, could be completely ooc to someone else. It comes all dow to the every person and what they like and dislike in a portrayal of a character. Trying out yourself how it is to roleplay (do not know you do or not) might give a better insight how it is, some would love  you while others would not follow you for all the money.
      Things are like this you can’t go and tell that every Ciel you ever crossed is bad holding no charasteristica of the boy, as it is with any other muse. Good and bad, quality and trash, these words are not the right choice when giving your opinion on how someone portrays their muse, there might even never be a Ciel that you will love with all that he comes with, there will be smallest of things that will not sit well with you, smallest flaws that you see but no one else. Only Yana Toboso is in position to get the real canon Ciel over. So all in all, every person develops their own style, their own headcanons and thoughts about their muse which they then explore with every thread and ask they receive. Some you like, others not, that is life but no one is there to please someone else’s  perception/awareness,/discernment/understanding  involving their muse.

» AU RP With Ruthless Watchdog


Ciel just sat there mouth hanging open in slight disbelief. He genuinely didn’t know how someone could go from extremely irritating to downright unbearable. This summer was going to be unbearable. This heat was unbearable. Snatching up his water bottle, he refrained from sticking his tongue out at Sebastian. That would have been too childish, and he had some work to do.

Entering the office, he looked around for a filing cabinet, a desk- anything that might hold papers. Yes, this was probably breaching privacy, but goddammit, that man just invaded his personal space. You don’t just get that close to someone without wanting something. The Phantomhive scowled as he began rifling through papers rapidly. He only had a few minutes to do some recon work before the manager came back. Scrolling down a sheet, he found the name Sebastian.

He already knew it was the right one. It was the only Sebastian on the list and there was a photo attached to the file. Sebastian Michaelis, how interesting. Ciel thought to himself grimly. Locker 666 too, did he fancy himself as the Devil? What a ridiculous man. Sensing footsteps drawing closer as well as the boisterous voice of the manager, Ciel slipped out quietly, not forgetting to put the papers back in order or his water bottle. Taking a casual sip, he waved over at Sebastian who was tending to children. That should put him off track, he thought to himself. He walked into the changing rooms and quickly located the locker of interest.

When he was little, he had a close friend. A rather mischievous, blonde pest of a friend. Together they learned many things that ten year olds ought not to know. Including lock picking. The lockers were a simple key/lock type. Putting his ear to the door, he closed his eyes in concentration listening for the faint clicks of the locks sliding into place as he wiggled a paper clip (he stole from the office) carefully.

There was nothing of particular interest, just a bag with a wallet and a few other mundane things. Ciel snorted, as was to be expected. His eyes alighted on the objects that clinked in the corner, aha, he took the small metal objects and pocketed them, carefully zipping the bag back up as he found it. Things were about to get interesting.

Have fun getting home tonight, Sebastian. Ciel thought triumphantly, fingers sliding over the keys in his pocket.  

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the younger man’s odd behavior. He is up the something. he thought as he was sure the male was too prideful to show such a friendly display out of nowhere.

It was such a pity that he could not follow the boy as there should be someone who had to monitor the children playing in the pool. He frowned thoughtfully…Now what the boy could be after…Then he felt a tug on his arm, he blinked and looked down to see the face of a child who was gazing at him with an awareness which was not usual for that age.

The boy was around 12 years old, with eyes that were shining with intelligence one should not possess so young. He smiled, no smirked, at Sebastian who returned it with his own vexing one. The boy got out of the pool and disappeared inside after Young Master.


"Keys, you say?" Sebastian asked to the boy to confirm he had heard right. The boy nodded and asked if he should report to the manager what he had seen.

"No, do not worry about it. I can manage it myself." he said with a shake of head. "Thank you by the way. You were a great help." he said with a soft smile.

The boy grinned back and headed towards his friends. Sebastian smirked thoughtfully. This is why he liked children and this is why Young Master should not go around yelling and making enemies of them.

They were smart and dangerous. Their sneakiness powered up even more with the underestimation of others.

Now, he had a phone call to make…after the other lifeguard came in earshot, of course.

Things will get even more interesting, my dear childish Young Master.

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. as lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. you just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. you meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. i don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
—Unknown (via merokok)