>Shutupvital said: Ow! [/glares] Ciel hardly counts! He’s an alien as a lady alien for like… two days!

Do that again and I will hit you too! Who cares about decency!?

Who cares about decency?! Obviously not some monster such as yourself! {\harumphs} Real men never hit ladies, even temporary ones.

arthurtheauthor:

castafiore-sings:

arthurtheauthor:

castafiore-sings:

arthurtheauthor:

castafiore-sings:

arthurtheauthor:

charlatte-love:

_{i wasn’t gonna post this cause i dun like but WHEN IT’S 3AM I STOP CARING i’ll probably regret this later but whatever}

skuts like… running after him or something idk

_{also wanted to draw andante sth but it turned out like…. like this…. imma so sorry /sobandgroans}

My ooc was inspired. She fancies herself an author.
((Skut ran after Haddock, grabbing him by the coat and yanking them face to face. The pilot was on the verge of tears, his eye screwing shut as he panted, his breath hot on Haddock’s neck, telling the Captain to wait. Haddock looked down at Skut, his brow furrowed in confusion. Hadn’t he made it clear? Haddock couldn’t, just couldn’t…he didn’t want to hurt the poor sod.
“Capitain, thees feeling I am feel…I do not understand tem. I…I am /need/ you!” Skut began sobbing, Haddock’s eyes widened. No…no. His hands wrapped around Skut’s wrists, loosening the man’s grip on his lapels. Before he could give voice to the dismal thoughts rushing through his head, his eyes caught Skut’s eye, wide and sad and full of something so beautiful and pure and /real/. He pulled the pilot up, placing a firm, heartfelt kiss on his lips. “Alright, lad. If you are willing.” Skut threw his arms around Haddock’s neck, kissing him enthusiastically with a choked out laugh.))

{\sniff} Our ooc should stick to singing, it is a more proper profession for her.

Castafiore, baby, she can do whatever she wants.

#bored

She would do well to listen to my advice, not that of some trumped up sexual deviant! {\glares} And if you call me ‘baby’ again…

[\hand on chest, as if he has been shot] Madame! That hurt! [\lie] She would do well to take /my/ advice, at least she won’t become a stuffy prude!
And you are right, baby doesn’t suit you. You could be my grandmother!

#boooorrrreeedd

You would do well to have some prudence!
{\indignant} I am /not/ that old!!

#is she? #Idk #my babbies are fighting

Yeah, you’re right, I’ve been a bad bad boy. [\winks and swivels hips]

{\slaps} Harlot! Sexual Devil! Obscene!! You do not treat a lady this way!

arthurtheauthor:

castafiore-sings:

arthurtheauthor:

castafiore-sings:

arthurtheauthor:

charlatte-love:

_{i wasn’t gonna post this cause i dun like but WHEN IT’S 3AM I STOP CARING i’ll probably regret this later but whatever}

skuts like… running after him or something idk

_{also wanted to draw andante sth but it turned out like…. like this…. imma so sorry /sobandgroans}

My ooc was inspired. She fancies herself an author.
((Skut ran after Haddock, grabbing him by the coat and yanking them face to face. The pilot was on the verge of tears, his eye screwing shut as he panted, his breath hot on Haddock’s neck, telling the Captain to wait. Haddock looked down at Skut, his brow furrowed in confusion. Hadn’t he made it clear? Haddock couldn’t, just couldn’t…he didn’t want to hurt the poor sod.
“Capitain, thees feeling I am feel…I do not understand tem. I…I am /need/ you!” Skut began sobbing, Haddock’s eyes widened. No…no. His hands wrapped around Skut’s wrists, loosening the man’s grip on his lapels. Before he could give voice to the dismal thoughts rushing through his head, his eyes caught Skut’s eye, wide and sad and full of something so beautiful and pure and /real/. He pulled the pilot up, placing a firm, heartfelt kiss on his lips. “Alright, lad. If you are willing.” Skut threw his arms around Haddock’s neck, kissing him enthusiastically with a choked out laugh.))

{\sniff} Our ooc should stick to singing, it is a more proper profession for her.

Castafiore, baby, she can do whatever she wants.

#bored

She would do well to listen to my advice, not that of some trumped up sexual deviant! {\glares} And if you call me ‘baby’ again…

[\hand on chest, as if he has been shot] Madame! That hurt! [\lie] She would do well to take /my/ advice, at least she won’t become a stuffy prude!
And you are right, baby doesn’t suit you. You could be my grandmother!

#boooorrrreeedd

You would do well to have some prudence!
{\indignant} I am /not/ that old!!

#is she? #Idk #my babbies are fighting

arthurtheauthor:

castafiore-sings:

arthurtheauthor:

charlatte-love:

_{i wasn’t gonna post this cause i dun like but WHEN IT’S 3AM I STOP CARING i’ll probably regret this later but whatever}

skuts like… running after him or something idk

_{also wanted to draw andante sth but it turned out like…. like this…. imma so sorry /sobandgroans}

My ooc was inspired. She fancies herself an author.
((Skut ran after Haddock, grabbing him by the coat and yanking them face to face. The pilot was on the verge of tears, his eye screwing shut as he panted, his breath hot on Haddock’s neck, telling the Captain to wait. Haddock looked down at Skut, his brow furrowed in confusion. Hadn’t he made it clear? Haddock couldn’t, just couldn’t…he didn’t want to hurt the poor sod.
“Capitain, thees feeling I am feel…I do not understand tem. I…I am /need/ you!” Skut began sobbing, Haddock’s eyes widened. No…no. His hands wrapped around Skut’s wrists, loosening the man’s grip on his lapels. Before he could give voice to the dismal thoughts rushing through his head, his eyes caught Skut’s eye, wide and sad and full of something so beautiful and pure and /real/. He pulled the pilot up, placing a firm, heartfelt kiss on his lips. “Alright, lad. If you are willing.” Skut threw his arms around Haddock’s neck, kissing him enthusiastically with a choked out laugh.))

{\sniff} Our ooc should stick to singing, it is a more proper profession for her.

Castafiore, baby, she can do whatever she wants.

#bored

She would do well to listen to my advice, not that of some trumped up sexual deviant! {\glares} And if you call me ‘baby’ again…