Sebastian Michaelis RP Blog

Please do not send me any asks about, or containing mentions of: suicide (even if it’s canon), animal cruelty or underage shipping/sexuality

I'm 40+ and have been RPing since 2007. Everyone's welcome to read/follow but please be older than my RPing career if you want to play!

I haven't watched the anime original episodes in 15 years so I'm playing manga-canon Sebastian. If you want to interact using anime-original characters that's cool with me, but my Sebastian will be treating it like communicating with a stranger from an alternate timeline.

I'll also answer asks from OC's and characters from other fandoms, but again my Sebastian only knows about your character what manga Sebastian would know.

I'm in the camp that believes that demon is still thoroughly looking forward to his meal and he won't regret devouring that boy when the contract is complete, no matter what they've lived through together.

PM me if you want to play a longform RP or want to ship! I'm open to shipping with manga canon characters only, provided they're not underage.

Amber looked up to Sebastian from the floor then to Tously, who merely sighed and picked her up. Setting her across their shoulders to keep both of the creatures out of each other's reach. "Let's remove that temptation before an argument breaks out." Studying the kid, Tously saw the doubt flicker in. "You're butler's right. You wouldn't be able to just switch places into another plane. That kind of thing wouldn't be possible." They looked to the butler calmly. "As for myself being here it's either something that my kind can do or something solely linked to me." They thought calmly. "I have always had a talent for mapping. I knew every nook and cranny of this manor the second I stepped foot inside. I always know exactly where I stand in the world. I've never been lost. Locks and doors mean nothing to me in any form..." They hummed in thought. "Matters of time and space on a greater scale maybe."

Beast Amber’s words brought Ciel back to himself - they hadn’t divined that he’d briefly questioned the outcome of his every terrible decision.

He didn’t glance at his demon to see if Sebastian had, only squares his shoulders to signal that whatever had come over him had passed.

“You did?” Ciel had to wonder if that included the secret armoury - the monster could very well know it was there. “For someone trying to put me off hiring them you’re doing a terrible job at it.”

As his Master had voiced exactly what he’d been thinking Sebastian approached a different tack.

“I wonder if you’d survive crossing into the realm of the Reapers?”

He had his theories about how the Reapers might pop in and out of the plane so easily but he certainly wasn’t going to influence Tously’s investigations.

Ciel’s eyes widened. “Undertaker must have been using those doors - how else would he have gotten off the ship?”

Damn it, if Beast Amber had taken the job offer Ciel could have so much more easily gotten his answers, but now they were in a competition to find the next hunt he’d have to hope that the monster would be amenable.

Amber stayed close to Sebastian as her purring up a storm. The strange tingling started once more with Sebastian but she started making biscuits on his legs, trying to keep him in place. A distraction to help ease his worries. Tously frowned at the Earl. "The correct addressing, if your going to start that, for me would be Eminence. Not Majesty." They shrugged softly. "And I do not have an exact number." They looked to their nails calmly. "A working theory is that as many choices as there have been or will be is the answer, a new one is made. So your number could be infinite." Tously took in the demons word. If the Reapers had their own Realm, then maybe the answers they sought where there. Tously just had to find a door.

Adorable as Amber was and as drawn back to her as Sebastian was once again, the tingling within his true self was still deeply unwelcome.

"No." He chided gently as he pushed her off his bed.

Ciel looked incredibly troubled at the concept that there were realities within realities where all his other choices played out, spiralling ever onward onto new paths. Was there a world where he hadn't - no, he couldn't consider that, for it opened a door to regret that would make his steps falter entirely.

And as Ciel mulled this over Sebastian stared at the boy with glowing eyes, his face slack as he considered that possibility too. A possibly infinite source of his little Master's soul?

"And yet, there is no other path that you and I could have taken, Master, for I am the only me that could exist." That he knew with certainty that only a demon's ego could bestow, that he was the only one of himself across all realities.

"This is the only reality in which we made a contract." But by now he knew the boy well enough to know how to break him into something delicious.

Ciel looked up at him sharply, barely catching his true expression before his face was once more fully the calm human butler.

Sebastian smiled disarmingly at Tously. "Do you know how your path was made between our planes? Few things could produce enough energy to rip open the profane doors."

Tously tilted their head, sensing the two were playing a game of sorts. Some form of amusement flitting between the pair at the thought of Tously's consumption. Really, the Master and Butler rubbed off on each other like a match-stick to a starting strip. Destructive amusement. Tously almost felt bad for destroying the joy for them. Almost. They shrugged, "The only reason I stayed with them at all was for Amber. She liked the family. Right up until the Moron of a King decided to back-hand her across the face..." They grinned. "The Realm's Household consumed within the hour. From King to the lowest servant. Every man, woman and child. Even each animal beside the cats..." They got a look of nostalgia eyes almost soft with a darkened tint of madness. "And when those reparations weren't enough I devoured the foundations too." They sighed, "Yet, after rebuilding a much better domain, I'm pulled from it and find myself in England of all places."

Just as Tously predicted that reason dampened both their amusements completely. The room darkened as the air throbbed with a brief swell of pressure, a rush of rage from the demon for such an action. Ciel was simply disgusted - yet both quickly brought themselves back under control. The crime had been punished in the way it most deserved.

What Tously commented was far more interesting.

“You’re from another plane?” He looked up at his demon. “How many are there?”

Sebastian simply shrugged. “I know only of here, my reality and the realm in which the Reapers reside - though heaven may exist as a separate plane.”

Amber settled, letting Sebastian's hands sink into her fur as she started purring again. Food always made her kits see sense. Though, she still didn't understand how the boy was still cooking. Tously snorted at the implications. "I wouldn't put that past a family that seeks and holds power. They tend to rely on desperate measures..." They waved their hand. "But, we've established I'm not a demon, no. The human family that took me in and tried to keep me tame had a lot of funny rules and laws. Things to ensure the Tree always remained or some such." Tously tilted their head calmly. "I don't really introduce myself with all the fan-fair because it typically draws too much attention." They muttered to themself, "Not to mention its a mouthful each time." Those pale eyes fell onto the pair. "But I was raised a regent and that, despite my eating of them, by their own Laws and Lore, I became sole Monarch of their Realms"

'Despite my eating of them...' What words to say to a demon who delighted in the end of contracts and a thirteen year old boy who thrilled in destroying those whose hubris made them underestimate him. The pair met eyes again, silently agreeing that of all the ways Tously could gain a throne, this was the most hilarious of them all.

It was Sebastian who took the lead, for his Master could not be trusted to keep a straight face. He leaned forward with barely a grit of his teeth against the discomfort.