#what even is this...

Just a possibility.

"Max, guess what's better than one tentacle"

"what?"

"'Ten Tickles'"

Sebastian: magic 8 eye, am I gonna be able to beat Undertaker?? *grabs Ciel by the shoulders and spins him like a beyblade*

eye: Reply hazy, try again

Sebastian: dammit. Well, second time's the charm

Never Give Up!!

so for the next 12 days the bsd fandom gets images of fyodor with a santa hat i made in april.

day 1

Has this been done yet? if so, apologies..

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Thank you @horsegirlharry for the tag! <3

“Hello there,” Liam called before rapping on the door, a smile warm and ready on his face.

            Harry didn’t feel quite so generous. He managed a sickly grin. He ended up holding the expression on his face because a good amount of scuffling took place before the door tentatively cracked open.

             “Y-yes?”

             Harry couldn't really see a person, just an eyeball and thin, delicate fingers gripping ‘round the wood.

             “Ah! I’m Liam Cartwright. We um, own the Ponderosa Ranch.”

             “That’s nice. Can I help you?”

             “Well, the thing is,”

             Harry had tended to three horny steers, gotten bowled over by a horse, and suffered through Liam’s lectures on propriety. He’d had enough for one day, and squatters were the least of his concerns. He interrupted Liam.

             “You can help us by moving along. This is our cabin and you’re trespassing on private property.”

             The door flew open then, revealing a thin man with incredibly blue eyes and the posture of a stag in rut, on edge, braced, ready for a fight.

             “I don’t think so, mate, I have a deed of sale. I’ll show it to you if you learn some manners.”

            Harry’s face heated up and his nostrils flared. The thin man kept starring directly at him, unafraid of eye contact, his messy hair and scruffy beard defying Harry to argue further.