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"I'm a butler to die for!"
Day 4: I dressed up as Grell Sutcliff from Black Butler. The most flamboyant reaper in the series. Love her to bits despite her blood thirsty nature.
*Black Butler created by Yana Toboso, anime produced by A-1 Pictures/Cloverworks*
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This Too Shall pass
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Kuroshitsuji.
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Chapter I
It was exhausting. The number of extra hours that they have been working was uncalculated, and everyone was starting to feel the tiredness of the endless work. The London Dispatch was scattered all over the city going here and there relentlessly. For the first time, many of them would have preferred to stick at the office doing the, once tedious, paperwork. Yes, even the always flamboyant and thirsty of blood, Grell Sutcliff. Of course, the Chinese Dispatch had told the world that something terrible was coming back then at the end of the last year; still, nobody would have guessed, not even in their wildest dream, that a pandemic like this one was going to strike again. Most of them have been around during the Black Death, the Smallpox and the Spanish Flu, but they wouldn't think that an illness like this one was going to strike again.
It all had started in November 2019. Others would say that it was in December in China, with the spread of a new disease transmitted by a bat carrying a virus known as Coronavirus. Generally, this virus causes symptoms similar to those of the flu, but the now called COVID -19 became a fatal disease for many people. In the blink of an eye, the COVID spread throughout the world infecting millions and leaving behind thousands of dead. Desolation and despair were everywhere, and the busy Shinigamis were all aware that this situation was not going to end soon. They were running around hospitals, homes, streets, waiting and checking every second their list to check who was on the list and who was not. The problem was that people in London, and of course all over the world, people keep dying for other causes: murders, suicides, old age and many other things that no human could even imagine, so right now they were absolutely complicated.
William T. Spears was tired, desolated. The only thing that could ease his heavy inhuman heart was that at least at the moment, no demons were hanging around. He had not been able to perceive any contract, and that took a burden off him. However, the weight on his shoulders was unbearable: not even all the shinigamis in the UK seemed to have enough time to accomplish the task, and the list only grew and grew without an end.
William was stepped over one of the many London roofs. He was watching with his green shinigami eyes the many windows of the St. Bartholomew's Hospital: death was inevitable, there was no chance of scaping it, not for the fragile humans that roam the world every day. He was there, just thinking when a flash of red pulled him out of his thought.
"William Darling, you look awful tonight." Grell Sutcliff, the red ripper, spoke to him waving his manicured hands in front of his stoic secret lover face, "You really should do something about it, maybe we can go home and leave the rest to Ronald." He finished dreamingly.
"Now it's not the time Sutcliff" William spoke firmly without looking the redhead.
"Oh! Will, come on! these people are going to die anyway." the younger insisted "Besides it won't make any difference if we switch places, we can go somewhere more private."
"I said not now, don't make me punish you, I don't have the time" William stated.
"Oh my, is that a suggestion? William love, I'm more than willing." Grell teased, a grin spread all over his fair face, white teeth shining under the moonlight.
"I said stop it" William finished punching the flamboyant ripper in the head a little bit harder than expected.
"Oh Lord, you are really turning me on with all that bossy vibes." Grell shivered, receiving another punch. "Ok, ok, I get it! What do you want me to do?" finally giving up but not without a hint of tease in his voice.
"We are lack of resources" William seriously began. "We are nowhere near filling all the positions necessary to complete the evening rosters, and the morning shift is about to begin" he sighed.
"Well..." Grell began full of doubt and fear "We can always call him?" covering his head as he spoke, he looked William with hope, after all, he was getting tired too.
"Don't even think about it, he is a deserter" William answered, annoyed.
"Oh come on Will, don't be such a baby!" Grell stated knowingly "Besides, you know he is the best and you have to admit, he must be utterly bored in these days."
"You have a point" William agreed stubbornly.
"Great! So, when are you going to pay him a visit?" Grell questioned, unfolded his arms and releasing his breath.
"Oh no, sweetheart." a devilish smile spread across William's face. "It's your idea, you are going to pay him a visit" And with that, the stoic shinigami disappeared with his death scythe ready to work.
"Well done, Grelly, well done" The read head spoke to himself sighing "Where does he leave now? Oh yes! I must prepare myself, and a girl should always be at her best."
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Author Notes: As I said yesterday I write this story from the bottom of my heart, it´s full of respect for doctors, personal health and victims. It´s my humble tribute. With this, I do not want to disrespect anyone but quite the opposite. It is a story that tries to function as a defence mechanism and in turn bring hope, love and honour to all those who have given their lives for us and to those who have lost it in this time. If you like it please do not forget to comment, leave your reviews or leave me your messages where you already know. If you have criticism please be constructive. English is not my mother language if you find errors or miss them or help me edit.
thank you and yours forever Owl´s
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Distracting Thoughts
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William had zoned out while doing his work, his mind switching from reports to doodles, then venturing to daydream. As his mind followed its own path for a little while, he started to think about Grell - the way she smiled, her laugh, how her hips swayed - all the lovely things that had a tendency to pop up into his mind.
It was as he began to turn his thoughts into a sketch of Grell, that the redhead herself barged into his office. The generally stoic reaper nearly flung his sketchbook up into the air with surprise, then he scrambled to shove it into a desk drawer. After such an embarrassing display, he adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat, and tried to regain his usual composure. “What do you need, Sutcliffe?”
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[ @grell-blood-thirsty-sutcliffe ] "Uh, Missh Shutcliff? Are you home?" Alan stood in front of a door painted red with the number '394' on the front. Looking up at the dark, artificial-feeling Sky of the shinigami realm, he waited for Grelle to open her door. He usually had more patience when it came to most things, but the subject of this matter was a serious exception.
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Grell appeared and disappeared with a grin full of sharp teeth, peeling herself from a gash between worlds she had carved with the blade in hand. The same blade she now turned on the demon. Like a blood-thirsty nightmare appearing when there was the promise of sanguine; she was otherwise invisible amongst the chaos. She was a predator, a killer, circling 'round the demon like a shark made of glass-- appearing in quick bursts to hack at him with her death scythe. " Let's play, Sebas-chan !! ♡"
“Gah!” A splash of crimson burst forth from his shoulder when he failed to sense her in time. Her spontaneity was, in hindsight, unsurprising. Grell possessed a large personality and an even larger penchant for extravagance. It made sense that she would bring the same to her sudden entrance. Like a tumor she returned again and again. The church grounds had become little more than a mass graveyard. “I am not in the mood, Sutcliff.”
“Draw four?” He flung out his uninjured arm, the limb snarling into action as it grew into a toothy mimicry of her own chainsaw. Sebastian ducked to avoid this ‘shark’s’ gnashing metal teeth. Blinking in and out of vaporous form, he swung at her face.
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Dark Secrets || Closed RP
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Alex stood there with tears streaming down her face, and it wasn’t because of the onions she was cutting. Out in the back she heard her father’s demanding voice. “Alex! Where is my food?” Her heart began to pound as she then heard racing footsteps to the kitchen and the blood-red rage face of her Father.
“It will be ready soon Father. I had to go-” she was quickly stopped by a large smack to her face, knocking her back to the floor. Gasping for breath she crawled away to the stove and continued to cut and cook the food while he sat at the table and watched her with glaring eyes.
‘just remember when he loved you. Remember when he treated you like a daughter’ she kept telling herself. Alex’s anger rose as he made snarky comments about her cooking and why she was the reason why they lived in poverty. “...If I didn’t have you, I’d be a rich man living in a manor house” he continue to jeer.
“THEN WHY DONT YOU LEAVE AND NEVER COME BACK?” Alex shouted. Never in her life has she raised her voice to her Father, but yet for some reason today he toppled her over the edge and she saw red.
The next thing she knew, David Jensen, her father was looming over her with blood coming out of his mouth. He leaned back and fell to the ground, twitching and spasming. Alex in her rage had stabbed him in the chest and in the throat. Breathing heavily and whimpering she didn’t know what to do.
“Help...? oh my god...” she whispered. Looking down she saw copious amounts of blood over her hands and her tattered clothes.
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artificial love
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William was sitting in the bathroom stall, legs curled up so that his feet wouldn’t be visible in the space between stall door and the floor. He shuddered when he heard bathroom door opening, then footsteps and voices.
“Are you here, faggot?” somone called out, and William swallowed. He flinched when they started banging on the stalls, one by one, getting closer and closer to the one he was in. They were checking the doors. Someone pulled at his door and found it was closed. Not for long. Just two strong kicks were enough to break the plastic lock. Then William was dragged out of the toilet, and tossed onto the floor. He closed his eyes and curled into a ball, as usual. He just waited, patiently waited for it to end. They kicked him, beaten him a little, but soon got bored since he was barely reacting. In the end they stepped onto his glasses, breaking them, and left.
Lying on the bathroom floor, feeling his lip swelling, William wondered how he will go back to his dorm now that he didn’t have his glasses to see.
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Grell Sutcliff, butler to the home of Barnett
If I had to go shopping with someone it would be Grell, there’s no doubt about that! As he never lies and does not hesitate to deliver his thoughts I am sure he’d leave me these kind of pleasantries, “This kind of outfit does not suit you at all! Eyesore!” However, I would not fail to reply to him, “I am sure that we could become those friends that say absolutely anything they think!”
The indiscriminate hunt with red flowers.
Grell, the butler of Madam Red, is in reality a Grim Reaper, a being halfway between humanity and the gods. He is infatuated with Madam Red, whose hands are stained with red blood, his favourite colour. He entered her service because a desire for children is a sentiment they share. He aided in the monstrous crimes they committed in the series.
The companion of Madam, covered in the blood of their victims.
Out of sympathy for Madam Red, who loved red very much, Grell posed as a human and participated in the murders of Jack the Ripper. Thus they are a pair women soaked in bloody scarlet.
A negligent butler.
When he works as a butler with his hair tied back and face without makeup, he truly has the air of an introverted and timid human. That’s the brilliant interpretation of Grell, who boasts to be an extraordinary “actress”.
Death to those who do not have the right to wear red!
Ciel is the only person whom Madam Red could not lift a hand to, because he was her only relative and reminded her so much of her sister. Greatly disappointed, Grell lost all interest and killed her with her Death Scythe.
Give death, bury love. (There’s a pun about l’amour and la mort which are pronounced the same)
The almighty and sagacious air of the demon Sebastian is particularly pleasing to Grell, when Grell turns his chainsaw to Sebastian, with which he cuts souls, he sends him words of passionate love~ His theatrical and romantic declaration have managed to give Sebastian goosebumps,
The Cinematic Record.
In order to examine them the Reapers view the memories of the people on their list on a “cinematic record”. If after viewing it they feel their time has come they brandish their Death Scythes and harvest their souls.
The Death Scythe which tears from the body the soul and memories.
The Death Scythe is a tool, a divine gift, capable of cutting anything. Normally they look like a scythe, but Grell customised his to resemble a chainsaw.
Unrequited love between a Reaper and a Demon
A Grim Reaper whose job it is to collect souls and a Demon who steals them…Crying the love of these two beings are total opposites is seen as a tragic heroine.
A broken heart tastes of blood.
For a woman (?) the face is an asset but when a sadist like Sebastian attacks he comes unrecognizable in an instant. The wounds of love are red, the favourite colour of Grell, whose body and heart were broken.
The sneer of a blood thirsty beast.
Presenting the many expressions of Grell, from the face of a young girl in love, to the treacherous smile of a Grim Reaper.
The Butler remembers.
After striking him in the head he asks for a kiss and strikes the final blow. He accompanied his gesture with a wish to unite in other worlds, although in this his expectations cannot be fulfilled.
Coldness- 4
Pride- 3
Love- 5
The butler plunges in to the past
Perhaps because of the excitement provoked in him by a tough prey like Sebastian he adjusts his Death Scythe to maximum power!
Coldness- 4
Pride- 3
Love- 2
The Butler recalls
Seabstian’s reflection on the beauty of his work fuels Grell’s sadism.
Inflamed declarations
The Butler recalls
Unlike Sebastian who fights in obedience to his master, Grell fights for love. Grell made a declaration of love, violent and perverse. He hopes they can continue forever, body to body.
Beauty- 3
Violence- 5
Love- 3
The butler recalls
Grell desires children and squirms in excitement, enthralled by Sebastian. But the latter responded by declaring flatly that it’s impossible.
Beauty- 2
Violence- 4
Love- 4
The butler counterattack
The arrival of his colleague William pulls Grell out of danger. His joy, like that experienced by a princess rescued by a hero, far exceeds that of a young virgin.
Beauty- 1
Violence- 3
Love- 5
Grell’s pages in the character guide, translated from French.
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This wasn't his first round about having a field mission with Grell but be didn't get them that often anymore. Eran enjoyed the small quality time they had together on the clock. Just like typical Red chatting about, Eran always listened intently. Only stopping when something in a suit shop window caught his eye. "That looks proper dashin'.." he spoke with amusement. The suit looked rather expensive even just a mannequin. @grell-blood-thirsty-sutcliffe
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{♠} Hello!
I have this blog for three years, and it is the third time that I am honouring my lovely rp partners on Valentine’s Day.
Since I am lame as fuck, and forver alone, Valentine’s is a day when I am celebrating you.
As stated above, writing is a way for me to cope and it’s helping my mental state a lot. You’re all very important to me, and I want to thank you for being with me, and chosing to write with me.
{♠} Happy Valentine’s Day to all!
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Tag: 9 People (I’d like to get to know better)
Tagged by: @kevinxerxesregnard
Rules: tag 9 people you would like to get to know better.
Relationship status: In A Relationship
Favorite color: Purple, Green, Blue
Pets: A Cat <3
Last song I listened to: Karliene - A Spaceman Came Travelling
Favorite tv shows: atm its Ash Vs Evil Dead :3
Tagging: @sassygreytea @grotesque-puppet @grell-blood-thirsty-sutcliffe @f-unny-bones
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folie à deux
folie à deux (fr.) - madness shared by two
{♠} Angry was an understatement. William was furious. Though it didn’t look like it, as he sat calmly and quietly in the Dispatch Academy Library, one finger banging against the desk in the rhythm of the clock that seemed oddly loud in the otherwise silent interior. All the other students had weekend off, but William needed to stay and study. And that was because of the professors pointed out that William, though very gifted and intelligent, cannot score higher than a B on any subject.
They were saying William has good memory, but that his mind is a bit closed. That this job requires more creativity. William personally thought that it’s nonsense.
Nevertheless, there he was. On Saturday, in the Library, waiting for another student that was supposed to tutor him.
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