#crimsonfacets

"Oh? Are we comparing outfits? I see, well then, how's mine?"

*strikes a pose!*

Concern is practically written on the sinner’s face in bold.  Vaggie was clearly upset by something, but Black Star wasn’t sure what the exact cause was.  The short-statured feline twiddled with her paws nervously, wanting to help Vaggie so much but she didn’t know what could be done.

@crimsonfacets​​ said: // ship bias + bruno!!

Send ‘Ship Bias’ and I will share up to 5 Ships I have a bias for for my muse!

A mother really must choose between her children on this one.

#1 is Esteban, written by @plasticsouled​​. We haven’t done much with them but oh my gosh the stuff we do really does make the heart pitter patter. Bruno loves his big buff boyfriend and all the soft kisses and hugs he gets. literally #goals, they just sit in flower meadows and are happy ;-;

#2 is Manuel, written by @thcsevoices​​. CLENCHES FIST. I FCKIN LOVE CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS TO CRUSHES TO LOVERS. they are literally so good and in love but neither will ever make the first move it really is a job for the grandkids to get these two to finally take the leap together.

#3, an odd one, but Ernesto De La Cruz! Sad to say but Bruno would totally get all wrapped up in his showmanship and charm. he’d fall hard and fast for the crooner. 

#4 big HUGE FCKING thoughts about Bruno and this OC like oh my gosh they are perfect together and wonderful and i love every piece of ship art this person puts out.

↪  @crimsonfacets​​ sent ;  “ why are you making hot pockets at 3 am? “ from Elmer. :'>

A loud record scratch briefly pierces through the dimly lit kitchen the second the others voice fills the room. The once sole-occupant of the kitchen, a familiar ‘wabbit’, faltering in his ministrations. Only to, within seconds, go right back to what he was doing. A flurry of items being shuffled around in one cabinet as he gives a focused look inside it.

“Nyeeeh....is dere a bettuh time ta’ eat, sleepin’ beauty?“ Spoken in a usual teasing quip as he continues to idly browse the contents of the kitchen. Examining one can before placing it back inside. Himself soon pirouetting upon the tip of his toes to face Elmer as he extends his lashes and bats them towards the other. “C’mon, Fuddsy, don’t youse love a late-night meal enjoyed by de moolight filterin’ in through de window? And at least I’m not raidin’ de carrot patch again!”

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES 2/3

The elder Phantomhive seldom visited her daughter Francis when she had time, but she had been personally invited to spend the summer; so most of her time had been filled with plenty of things. From talks to tea to fencing practice to dancing to simply listening to the stories of Elizabeth’s adventures. Claudia couldn’t remember a time when she’d surrounded herself with such light and comfort, and it was a strange feeling. 

And though Elizabeth had eventually drifted off to sleep against the former Countess ( much to Francis annoyance, though it wasn’t uttered due to how her mother seemed to adore her daughter ); Claudia couldn’t help but gently tuck away stray blonde locks from the young girl’s face. “She’s only fourteen.” She said softly, smiling at Francis’ vexation, “Let her be a girl a little bit longer.” 

“... Unlike me?” Francis asked after a moment. Tense silence, blue eyes drifting from her daughter’s green. 

“Unlike you.” Claudia agreed, leaving a small kiss to Elizabeth’s forehead, leaving her to the servants that had drifted in to help the young miss to bed. “But you’ve prepared her as much as you can. Unlike me. And for that I know I can’t repair our relationship.” 

“I don’t want you to.”

Silence. 

Claudia smiled, faintly, “I didn’t do right with you and Vincent. That is a regret I will carry to my grave.” A small scoff from Francis, but she allowed her mother to continue. “Elizabeth talks highly of you and your husband, and of Edward. I can see much of Cedric in both of them, in different ways. So, thank you Francis, for nurturing that light.”

“Hmph.” Francis muttered into her tea, looking away. The hintest sign of pink on her cheeks at her mother’s compliment and thanks. Elizabeth had been awake when the servant took her away, having wanted to hear their conversation. 

"Do tell me, what's it like being maid to the Earl?"