It's a Lengthy Exposition on Making Visual Things

found old fanfic drafts

They should've never seen the light of day. I forgot I even wrote these. I remember deleting this fanfic. There were two of them- trust me and save me, both of which were 13 chapters each and I recall deleting them off my external hard drive.  The only thing I remember is that I got banned from several black butler fan groups, this wasn't posted there but the depraved and obscene nature that was less goth horror and more "mai-chan" caused me to get banned bc my name was sonorous with oh God why God why. It was not, despite what the menes might say,, awwwriiight.

Accordong to the time stamps, these were written at the height of my psychosis which is likely why this is like, brand new words to me. Sadly, I only found chapters 1, 2 of thecseconx and 4 of the first because I'm a dumb fucker who can't even delete it properly. But these were fun to read so figured I'd post the highlight reel with the worst bits taken out for your sanity and mine.

THIS ISNT PROM NIGHT STOP CRYING TO MARINA

"Vincent I'm going to need you to shut up and stop crying now," Sebastian told him. Vincent had his hands around Sebastian's shoulders as they danced to shitty pop music and Vincent cried. Vincent of course, being the only grown man in the universe to ever sob at the playing of Marina and the Diamond's "Lonely Hearts Club", fucking seriously. It wasn't even that sad of a song and he wasn't even single! Sebastian was right here, right here and not angry with him at all, so why the hell is Vincent being such a letdown fucking sad sack???  

"This isn't prom night," Sebastian said. But their awkward little waltz in the dimly light room with all the books sure as hell felt like it. Vincent was acting like he didn't even want to dance with Sebastian, which was quite concerning. Sebastian liked how over bearing Vincent was, it was endearing to him, and possibly, only him. 

"I'm just so happy you're here but you were dead and now you're a demon and I know I've done the same thing wrong again but-"

"You know Vincent, I have a question for you," Sebastian said, interrupting another one of Vincent's ramblings he didn't care to hear. It wasn't really a question. Sebastian pushed Vincent back into the chair with a soft push. It didn't take much to push Vincent around when he was so emotionally compromised. Vincent sat in the chair and looked at Sebastian who stood above him. 

"What?" 

"Since I am now a preternatural monster much like yourself, do you think I'd have the lower anatomy to match yours?" 

"Is that seriously the first thing you're going to ask me about being a demon?" Vincent asked. The rehash of shock in regards to genitalia that looks like a black writhing tentacle was soon to come again, pardon the intentional pun. 

"I figure I might as well find out, since I'm quite enamored with the idea of fucking you, you're already though, so I might not be able to tell if you're really in pain or not," Sebastian said. He sat on Vincent's lap, straddling his thighs in the chair. 

"Sebastian, seriously?" Vincent asked. Okay, this was a totally okay way to welcome him back, Vincent was pretty psyched about the whole idea, actually, but it felt so sudden. One second he was mourning Sebastian and then the next he wanted to fuck him and really, Vincent wasn't too sure he was emotionally ready for this. Sebastian currently had a clawed hand down Vincent's pants and Vincent found himself a lot less focused on his emotions and a lot more focused on fucking Sebastian. God damn it, it took Sebastian less than a few seconds to get Vincent aroused, kudos to his handiwork. 

"According to you, I've been stiff for six months with no climax, and that's a pretty harsh punishment, even for you," Sebastian said. 

"Oh yes, please take a jab at my misery," Vincent said with a sarcastic tone. Sebastian was totally right about this, this was seriously a great idea. Really, don't stop whatever you're doing Sebastian.