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tequiilasunriise · 10 months

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Being in fandoms where the characters are clearly based on other pieces of media/famous figures is so much fun because then some of my ships look like this:

Parentified Goldilocks who is also The Beast x Avoidance attachment Beauty who is ALSO also The Beast, one of my fav moments with them is when they off the Minotaur together who is ALSO also also The Beast

Little Red Riding Hood if she was also the Wolf and has galloons of repressed trauma x Snow White but she’s heavily knight coded and the poster child of daddy issues

Edgar Allen Poe’s Lenore x Annabel Lee but they’re in gay ghost love

The poem ‘The Last Rose of Summer’ x Odin’s raven Huginn but they’re exes still in love in a milf yuri divorce that ends super mega tragically and domino effects mommy issues out the ass

Historical figures Cleopatra x Frida Kahlo with the most chef’s kiss height difference you’ve ever seen

A polycule with Joan of Arc x Mulan x Thor x Achilles but they’re all genderbent/trans

The Velveteen Rabbit x fashion icon Coco Chanel if she was a lesbian with a gun

Frankenstein’s monster x a different sapphic Cleopatra bc baby gays <3333

Okay okay that black cat from Poe’s, well, The Black Cat x Poe’s Eulalie is cute yes

But I actually really REALLY love Poe’s Eulalie x Poe’s Berenice bc they’re “me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic” personified

The Snow Queen with mega daddy issues x Robin Hood if he was a socialist lesbian I SAIDDDD ITTTT

Imma say it historical figures JFK x Confucius were adorable bros

Aesop’s Fisherman x Odin’s other bird Munin you will always be famous my tragic old man yaoi <////3

Y’all will really have to hear me out here when I say Cinderella if she fucken snapped x ice cream Mad Hatter because couples who are terrible to each other but in a “only I’m allowed to be a horrid to them” way can be so funny

And I could go o n fer ages but the point is imagine explaining these ships to someone like 30 years ago with ZERO context their heads would explode and it’d be so funny

#most of these are rwby ships and imma be so real i couldve made an even longer list with just rwby ships alone #‘it aint much but its honest work’ -me being a multishipper #OKAY TIME TO TAG ALL THESE SHIPS. WELL THEN. man. really dug my own grave here #bumbleby #whiterose #white raven #rosebird #i like how theres a little pattern between these shipnames okay #super mega cursed idea is weiss x raven also being called white raven THROWINGGG UPPPP but also yeah that would be funny #one white raven i adore with my whole heart and then another white raven i would torch #kahlopatra #jnpr berries #i will NOT be listing each individual ship involved in that polycule holy shit #‘jaune we love you just as much as we loved pyrrha’ while in front of Pyrrha’s memorial??? like okay yeah sure gods GODS these kids #crosshares #clankie #shit hold on lemme look up these shipnames fer nevermore i only know white raven off the top of my head #okay uhhh we’ll go with spells and space bc incorrect nevermore said so and thats good enougg fer me #spells and space #boston magic #schneewood forest #<— one of my FAVES yall my reconnecting exes au fer Robyn n Winter is so <33333 #jkfucius #fairgame #spicecream #i wont tag each person bc tag limit but oh my god if anyone read these tags mwuah mwuah #rwby #nevermore webtoon #clone high #monster high

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 9 months

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Could I request Arthur Conan Doyle x reader, where reader gets to go to his residence (think Atlantis scene where helga goes to invite Milo to see her boss, “I came down the chimney, ho-ho-ho” 😈 ) and even though they work for phantomhive, master ciel just thought Arthur would feel more relaxed if he had arm candy at his event and then also his fav hardworking maid gets a night off to look pretty? Thanks!

first of all omg I LOVE Atlantis~

second of all I love Arthur!!

I hope I did okay hehe! I tried to capture the overall vibe~ <3

When ARTHUR walks through the door to the sitting room in his own home and you light up the candle on the table beside you, a slight pang of guilt hits you. The man looks at you like he’s about to faint dead away ― can you blame him?

What really stops you from feeling too bad is that he recovers fairly quickly. While he still looks as if he’s seen a ghost, all wide eyes and slow movements and face white as a sheet, he doesn’t flee in terror. So you can sit there smiling, batting your eyelashes at him.

Thank you, Master Ciel, you find yourself thinking. This man looks like a very good time.

You cross one leg over the other. That a flash of your skin between your skirts and your stockings might have been briefly visible to Arthur is not your problem… and even less your problem if it flusters him.

“Welcome home, Dr. Doyle! You’re a bit late, you know.” You reach onto the table to lift up his latest, unfinished manuscript. A fingertip carefully flips through the pages as you give Arthur an innocent look. “I got so bored, I started thumbing through your new book.”

He’s a little stiff, taking a couple of hesitant steps toward you. “Yes, well, I was…” The question of why he’s explaining himself to an apparent intruder hits him suddenly, and you can read it on his face that he’s probably wishing he carried a gun. “Wh ― I ― who… who are you?”

Your head cants to one side. “My name is (Name) (Surname). I’ve been sent by Earl Ciel Phantomhive.”

“… I see.” Though, the one of his voice makes it clear he’s trying to put the pieces together. “Earl Ciel Phantomhive, who’s just invited me to a private party for reasons I have yet to fathom?”

“The very same. Thank you very much for receiving me.” You set the manuscript back down, making sure to place it far enough away from the candle that it isn’t in danger of being set aflame.

“Did I have a choice in the matter?” he mutters under his breath before taking a better look at you. You don’t miss the way his cheeks color a light pink. “You know, you could have come to my practice if this was urgent.”

You chuckle. “Goodness, no! It’s not urgent enough to interrupt the work of a doctor treating his patients.”

“In that case,” he sighs, “I would invite you to use the front door next time.”

You wish you could stop the smirk that forms on your lips. “Would I have gotten your undivided attention if I came to call on you the same way everybody else does?”

His eyes look exhausted when he looks at you again. A few more steps, and he offers you a bow of the head. Up close, you can see what he must truly be like. Ciel didn’t give you too many details other than the fact that he’s a doctor and a writer.

The Arthur you see close to you is a tired man, someone just trying to live his life and achieve his dreams. It’s obvious (to you, at least) by what’s written of his current book that he’s frustrated. That he’s at the edge of giving up on his dreams.

That your young master has sent you here has almost nothing to do with the fact that you don’t want Arthur to give up. The world needs dreamers, the world needs writers, the world needs Arthurs. It would be a tragedy if he just abandoned his passion as a waste of time; the next book he writes could become a classic for future generations.

“I suppose not exactly, no.” He takes a seat in the chair on the other side of the table, then runs a hand through his hair. (It looks even better a bit mussed up, in your opinion. There’s something endearing about a handsome man slightly disheveled after a long day of work.) “Alright, well. What does Lord Phantomhive want? And who are you that he’s sent you to chat with me?”

“Why, I’m the young master’s most favorite maid,” you reply with a grin. … Haha, sorry, Mey Rin. “My lord wants to ensure that you’ll be at the party, that’s all. It starts soon. He wasn’t sure if you’d come, what with all the other people in attendance being people you probably don’t know, so… he thought he would sweeten the pot, so to speak.”

With this, you uncross your legs and instead cross your ankles, so that you can lean forward without giving the good doctor an eyeful of your legs. Not that you think he would mind. “Consider me your company for the evening, my dear. Master Ciel seemed to be of the opinion that you might be more comfortable with someone on your arm. I know we don’t know each other, but I promise I’m far less intense than anyone else who will show up. Except, perhaps, for Mr. Phelps, but, well…” You bat your eyelashes again. “I’m a bit prettier than he is. No offense meant to him, of course.”

For a long moment, as Arthur stares at you, he appears for the first time to take in the fact that you’re dressed… elegantly. Whilst it’s not an overly fancy outfit, it’s the finest thing you own, courtesy of your young master. Perfect for a dinner party like the one he’s putting on. The gears turn in Arthur’s head for a bit longer, and he blinks rapidly several times in succession.

“W… wait, but… why in the world would Lord Phantomhive care if I attend this party of his? I-I… I was going to go, and keep to myself, as I don’t want to slight him… I just…” His face flushes again. Notably, he avoids your eyes. “I’m… a nobody. It doesn’t make any sense to me why he desperately wants me in attendance.”

Finally you get to your feet, and within a handful of short steps, you’ve reached to take Arthur’s hands in your own. “You’re not a nobody, Dr. Doyle. I can’t speak for myself as to why my master is so eager to have you present, but I do know that in the five minutes I’ve known you, you’ve got my interest. You never know what’s the next thing to change the world ― it could be an advance in technology or medicine, or it could be a mystery novel from the mind of a brilliant doctor who is the only thing holding himself back.”

You offer a smile before leaning to brush a soft kiss to his cheek. After that, you draw back, pull your hands away, (enjoying the shade of red his face turns), and turn with your back to him. The skirts of your dress billow behind you as you start to walk toward the parlor. “Now, there’s a carriage nearby which brought me, so I’ll have that round front once you’re properly dressed for the occasion. Take as much time as you need, but I should remind you that my master, in contrast to the rest of high society, views lateness as very unfashionable indeed. You don’t want him to be cross with me for not hurrying you along, do you?”

You’ve left Arthur stammering behind you, by the sounds of things. His face is probably just as red as it was a moment ago. “I-I… I, well, no… no, I’ll… I’ll go get myself together…”

“Wonderful. I look forward to continuing to get to know you over the course of the evening, Doctor.” Genuinely, you mean that. This man is not only good-looking, hardworking, and intelligent… he seems to have a kind heart and a creative spirit.

You’re just about to step out when you hear a shy, “(N-Name), wait…!”

You look over your shoulder and blink curiously at Arthur. “Yes?”

“You… you said you read…” Oh. His manuscript is in his hands now. And those eyes… it’s almost as if they’re cutting right into your soul. Like he’s begging you for some kind of reason for him to keep pursuing his writing. Like he wants you to pull him back from the edge of giving up.

You nod. “I did.”

His fingers clutch lightly at the pages, wrinkling the parchment. “… It’s far from finished, it’s unpolished, but… did you… d-did you like it?”

Honestly, that question makes your thoughts go entirely silent. How can he wonder like that? From what you read, you were enthralled with the whole thing. It doesn’t seem to be even half finished, but it’s incredible. There was a reason you kept reading it.

“Yes.” Your tone is lower, more delicate, so he doesn’t doubt your sincerity were you to give an over-the-top display of delight. You smile at him over your shoulder. “You simply must keep writing it. If I don’t find out how it ends, you’ll never be rid of my pestering you for closure,” you tease.

You pause at the doorway to the parlor, lightly gripping one hand on the doorframe. In short order, you’ll be doing much the same to Arthur’s arm. “I’ll be waiting for you out here, Dr. Doyle.”

He nods, and his eyes look like he’s in some kind of dream. The way he’s gazing at you, it’s borderline worshipful. It makes you feel like you’ve just shone a small ray of hope into something he was ready to walk away from. You’re not sure you could ever adequately explain how much that means to you. “Yes, of course, I’ll… I’ll be along shortly.” A light rosy glow dusts his cheeks again. “And… and, please… c-call me Arthur.”

“As you like… well, I’ll see you soon, Arthur.” One more smile, and you quietly slip out into the parlor, then out the front door.

Idly, you can’t stop yourself from wondering if someone like you might wind up working her way into one of his books.

You very much pray he keeps writing.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Arthur #Arthur Conan Doyle #reader insert #romantic #fluff #drama #first meeting #UGH MY HEART IS SO FULL DO U EVEN KNOW??#I love this man I want to kiss his whole face #look at him! he's adorable!!#one hell of a queue

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