Ciel: S..shut Up..

This looks like a rug that Prince Soma would have!

💜🐅💖 Pink Hunter 💖🐅💜

tufted tapestry, 50x74cm, acrylic yarn, cotton/polyester blend backing

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[ID: A tufted rug featuring a large pink tiger ready to pounce. The background is lilac, with rocks and plants, the borders are decorated with geometric patterns. The following images show a close-up of the face and the rug from different angles. End ID]

Ciel: *on Children’s day* where the hell’s my happy children’s day, you damn demon dad-mom-grandparent--

Sebastian : *on Father's day*... 🥺 nothing to say young master ? (Ciel *sigh* : gnmhappy father's day sebastian...)

Sebastian : *on Mother's day* … 🥺 young master ?

Sebastian : *on Grandparent's day*... 🥺 ?

I laughed way too hard at this LOL

Just the way he casually absorbs the extra eye-- 🤣

Ciel : oh... Sebastian... I think you left some... hm... right there.

Sebastian : ? Oh I apologize ! *resorbs extra eye*

THEM ❤️💕😍

Damn Jade, you kind of scary bud--

Some people were saying that the only solution to this comic, is that Azul simply has to make Jade just as messy as Floyd-

Yeah nope not happening

But also

Floyd gets a free pass lmao

WaAaalalLLYLYLLLLY AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I think he deserves to go to the festival too!!

It’s Kalim and Yuu! :D

https://www.instagram.com/p/Cch0rBFvnLf/

“Sebastian, I can see you’re stressed. You’re pouring milk into the dehumidifier “

“Ah shit”

^^^^^

THIS

THIS MADE ME LAUGH

Gaylebastian part 7

Sebastian: All right, Ciel, everything’s looking good for the luncheon today. I have some real heavy hitter’s for my bull pen. I’m talking grapes the size of B-cups, a ham roast that could feed a lion pride for a calendar month. I’ve got a calzone that’s so big, it registered as a passenger in my car and the unbuckled seatbelt alarm kept going off, so I had to buckle it in and then live with the shame of looking like a calzone chauffeur

Sebastian: The one thing that isn’t complete is my pièce de résistance, the dessert: my golden-brown crusted, piping-hot, jacked-up apple pie. The only way I can achieve the crunchiest, crispiest crust is if I cook it ten minutes before company arrives. So I’m leaving it till the last minute

Ciel: Sebastian, I can see you’re stressed. You’re pouring milk into the dehumidifier

Sebastian: Ah shit

Sebastian: Look, it doesn’t matter. We can’t cook this baby until ten minutes before company arrives, because I’m serving this thing PIPIN’ HOT

Ciel: Don’t you think that’s cutting it a little close?

Sebastian: I’m an adrenaline junkie, son, I need the rush, but I’ll admit these are stressful times

— the next day on the ride to school —

Ciel: So are we just not gonna talk about your luncheon—

Sebastian: My luncheon was terrific.

Ciel: You can’t be serious

Sebastian: I think my luncheon was lovely, son.

Ciel: I heard you describing it to Agni as “elegant and fun”—

Sebastian: Elegant and fun, that’s correct, which it was. Wouldn’t you say it was elegant and fun?

Ciel: Which part, when you screamed “I’m simply one hell of a host” while juggling all of our knives, or when you let forty-six of your cats swarm the dining room?

Sebastian: 

Sebastian: Both

Ciel: Also, remind me, why is the Bose player in the back seat?

Sebastian: … I need to get it repaired at media services after I drop you off

Ciel: Mhm. And how did it break?

Sebastian: The volume… somehow got… maxed out or something. I don’t really know

Ciel: Uh-huh. Might that have been from you blaring Andrea Bocelli at the maximum volume for upwards of seven minutes?

Sebastian: Oh look, it’s your school. Have a smart day, son

Ciel: Yeah, bye

Sebastian, referring to the three servants messing things up: