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Suga Daddy: Part 11

Suga Daddy: Part 11 (m)

Word count: 8.3k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, language, dom!Yoongi, choking and dirty talk

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi comes with you to Jungkook’s graduation.

I think there might be just a few chapters left. 

Parts: {playlist} one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten

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Shit dude you’re right sometimes it is okay not to be okay sometimes you do need to feel sad and angry and cry and yell and feel all the bad shit so it can get out of you and stuff.

I think this is the first time anyone told Chloe that she can feel bad about the shit that has happened to her, that she doesn’t have to get over it right now and put on a happy face for everyone. Fuck dude maybe someone should have been there for Chloe, Joyce or Max or someone to really help her out.

He Who Waits for Something Good (1/?)

Jamie & Claire | Modern AU | At forty-five, Jamie fears he will never meet someone that measures up to the woman of his dreams.

A friend of mine recently said, “He who waits for something good never waits too long.” It’s a Swedish proverb, apparently. And it gave me the inspiration I needed to write some modern Frasers.

I. Woman of His Dreams

November 14, 2017

“Hmm,” Jamie hummed noncommittally. “I can see why ye’d think this a great tool for finding girls. What I canna see is how it’d help me.” He shoved the phone back in his sister’s hands as though simply holding it was a sin—perhaps it was, he thought. Something about looking through images of mostly-young girls made him feel dirty.


“I’m forty-five years old. I’m too old for them. I’m too old for this. I dinna need yer help finding a lass, and frankly I’d rather find one in real life, not through the Internet.”

“Brother, ye canna keep looking for a twenty-year-old daydream. She doesna exist!” Jenny had the idea that Jamie had long ago—twenty years ago, to be exact—painted a picture in his mind of his ideal woman that he had been looking for ever since. “Ye ken the chances of walking into a bar and finding your perfect woman are significantly slimmer than those of finding her with the help of one of these ‘ridiculous dating apps.’”

Jamie sighed, wordlessly praying for his sister to please, dear God, leave him be. “I’m not looking for my perfect woman. I’m not looking for any woman. It’s you that think I should.”

“Twenty years is a long time, brother,” she reminded him, going back upstairs. She left the phone in front of him in hopes of him changing his mind. Unfortunately for Jenny, that wasn’t likely to happen. Jamie Fraser was, indeed, a Fraser and that was evident in his stubbornness.

Truthfully, Jamie couldn’t really deny his sister’s claim that he compared every single woman he met to an ideal no one was likely to ever live up to. And as ridiculous as it sounded, he had always thought his perfect woman was out there somewhere, he just had to be patient.

But now at forty-five, Jamie had doubts he’d ever find her, yet he wasn’t content to settle for second best. If no woman could ever live up to his fantasy, why try dating at all? Wouldn’t it be unfair to the women he’d meet if he knew he could never fully give them his heart? However ridiculous it seemed that his heart belonged to a dream.

It was later that same day when Ian proposed they go out for a dram. Jamie sceptically raised an eyebrow, giving Ian a look that said “I ken what you’re doing.”

“I’m buying,” Ian offered. Jamie wasn’t going to say no to that. At least Ian wouldn’t be as bad as his sister. Jenny had clearly stated her wishes for Jamie and would go to great measures to see those wishes come true.

As Jamie predicted, Ian oh-so-subtly tried to assist Jenny in Project: Find Jamie a Wife.

When Jamie had told Jenny he’d rather find a woman in real life, this was not what he’d meant.

“What about her?” Ian pointed at a tall brunette that was standing by herself, looking rather forlorn.

Jamie had to admit the girl was very pretty, yet he shook his head. “I went out to drink, not to find a lass. I ken Jenny’s worried, but I canna just … I canna force it to happen.”

It?” Ian questioned. “Love?”


“Well, how do ye expect it to happen if ye willna give any of these lasses a chance?”

Jamie sighed deeply and agreed to go talk to the brunette, even though he knew it wouldn’t happen.

“Ian came home early last night. He said when he left you were talking to an actual woman,” Jenny said the next morning as Jamie was eating breakfast. “How’d it go?”


“That doesna sound great to me. What went wrong then?”

“Nothing went wrong. She was nice, funny, pretty—”

“But not the one?” Jenny cut off. “Oh, brother, there is no such person. I thought we talked about this yesterday”

“Aye we did, and I distinctly remember telling ye I dinna need yer help finding a lass.”

Jenny sat down opposite her brother. “Why did ye come here all the way from Edinburgh?”

“To see my family?”

“And you’ve seen us. But, Jamie, ye never stay this long. I think you were lonely.”

“How can ye say there’s no the one,” said Jamie, changing the subject from his loneliness. “You’ve found your one in Ian, have ye no?”

Jenny’s shoulders slumped in resignation. “Aye, you’re right. But Jamie, I didna know that right away. Ye canna say some lass is not your true love after one conversation simply because of something Da said once. I only ask you bear that in mind.”

Whether or not he would, he couldn’t say. But Jamie had always fancied himself a good judge of character and he held on to his father’s words with an iron grip. When he found the one, he would know.

And however improbable it was that he would find this woman in reality, he knew that if he closed his eyes he would see her again in sleep.

I’m really getting freaking sick of all my friends flaking on me at the last minute. 

Like I get it, things happen, and sometimes you have to cancel plans. But when it happens so many times in a row, and for things that you really shouldn’t cancel on, it gets fucking annoying. 

I’m talking concerts, day trips, pick ups/drop offs, things you pay for ahead of time. It’s really not cool to back out of those things last minute. 

ichirukilover  asked:

36: “I don’t want to be alone right now.” for ichiruki. I love how you write them ❤

“I don’t think you should be alone right now,” Renji says. Ichigo ignores him. Renji tries again. “Really though, is there someone I can call?” 

“Sure, if you’ve got the number for the afterlife.” Ichigo’s voice is bitter like black coffee. His gaze cuts to Renji, and their eyes meet. Renji takes an involuntary step back. Ichigo’s eyes are lifeless, but there’s a bristling rage seething in their depths. “I’m fine Renji, I’m not going to do anything stupid. It’s not like I don’t know what happens to shinigami when they die.” 

“You’re sure?” 

“I know what you’re doing,” Ichigo says, and gets up from the table to pace. “Stop it. I don’t need your fucking sympathy or your surveillance.” 

“Ichigo,” Renji tries another tactic. “Look, I’m just trying to help, okay?” 

“You can’t help,” Ichigo says, ceasing his pacing when he is standing right in front of Renji. “You can’t help, so stop fucking trying. Nothing fucking helps, okay? She’s gone, I’m still here, and yeah, you know what?” Ichigo leans right up into Renji’s face, eyes glittering and empty. Renji backs up until his back hits the wall. “Maybe I shouldn’t be alone, but if I’m gonna fucking off myself, I could have done it already, even with you here.”

Renji takes a deep breath. Ichigo waits him out, staring at him, unblinking. “I still don’t think I should leave you here alone, but if you want me to go, I’ll go.” 

Ichigo deflates. He looks down and away from Renji, before returning to his chair at the table. Renji takes a step towards him and Ichigo looks up. This time, Renji’s breath gets caught in his throat. The mood has shifted, and the despair in Ichigo’s gaze is something Renji will never reconcile with the image of the boy that he has in his head. 

“She’s gone,” Ichigo says, as if he’s just realized it now. 

“Yeah,” Renji says, sitting down on the other side of the table. “She is.” 

Ichigo scrubs his hands over his face, and then through his hair. Before pressing his palms against the surface of the table. There’s a pause before he speaks, and Renji itches to fill it, but holds his tongue while Ichigo summons up whatever he wants to say. “I’m gonna– I’m gonna go to bed,” Ichigo says finally, and Renji nods. 

Ichigo stands, and Renji stands with him. “Call me in the morning, okay?” Renji says, and reaches out, dropping his hand on Ichigo’s shoulder as the younger man shuffles past on his way out of the kitchen. 

Before Ichigo goes through the door, he turns back to look at Renji. “I miss her,” he says, voice choked. 

“Me too,” Renji says, and watches Ichigo climb the stairs, as if each step is Everest itself. 

Renji lets himself out of the house, locking the door behind him. Once he’s outside, he looks up at the moon, hanging high and silver in the sky, and then he turns back to the house, watching it for a brief moment, before stepping into shunpo and disappearing. 

Send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write you a drabble!

anonymous asked:

Can you please make an scenario where sinbad's jealous fem!s/o slaps him for flirting with another woman?

Well, I don’t mean to make you feel bad but I really don’t ever think there should be a reason to slap your lover (although, if they cheated then it is justified). This is just my opinion though.


Today was supposed to be a good day. After all, you had woken up feeling refreshed for once and ready to start the day, which rarely happened. You had helped the company the entire day along with your lover, who had barely kept his hands off you, but you didn’t mind, it was nice.

Although, as you wandered off to help Ja’far with a few things you came back to see that he had wandered off as well. You tapped your finger against your chin and tried asking around the company to see if anyone had seen him, someone said they saw him leave to go for a walk.

You thanked them and quickly made your way outside only to see him chatting with some random girl. You rose a brow and tried dismissing the idea that he was flirting, you had to give him some credit but once you saw that girl blush and playfully shove him a fire went off in your eyes and you stormed up to the two. 

“Sinbad!” You spat, grabbing him by the shoulder to face you. His face soon went pale when he saw you, he knew he was going to be six feet under soon, especially with that glare you were giving him. 

The girl seemed more confused, “who is this?” She asked. 

Before Sinbad could say anything you spoke up, “his lover!” You said, a bit dejectedly. The girl gasped in realization and gave Sinbad her own glare, then she stormed off. 

Sinbad soon felt his life slipping away as no one could help him now. He dared to look at your face only to see tears in your eyes, the feared look on his face was soon replaced with concern, “Y/N, I-”

He was cut off with your hand meeting his cheek, “save it.” And wait that said you stormed off back to the company, Sinbad would have guessed it would be to cry. He groaned and buried his face in his hands, he felt like an asshole. 

He quickly made his way back to the company only to be met with Ja’far’s own glare. Sinbad sighed, “I know, I know. I’m an asshole,” he said. 

Ja’far was about to say something but only pointed to Sinbad’s room, “hurry up and go fix this,” he said sternly.

Sinbad wasted no time and quickly went to his room. Standing in front of the door he took a deep breath and slowly opened it. He was immediately met with you facing away from him saying, “Go Away!” 

“I-It’s me…”

Recognizing his voice you wiped at your eyes, “GO AWAY!” You yelled harshly causing him to flinch. 

He didn’t and slowly made his way towards you and rested a hand on your shoulder. You sharply turned to him, “LEAVE!” You snapped with tears streaming down your cheeks. 

Sinbad quickly wrapped his arms around you, “I’m so sorry Y/N. You’re the only woman I need in my life, please forgive me,” he said. 

You struggled in his arms only for him to hold you tighter, “please, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

You sighed and wrapped your arms around you, “I guess I’m sorry too… I shouldn’t have slapped you like that,” you said softly. 

He shook his head, “I feel as if I deserve it for betraying you like that,” he said, stroking the top of your head. 

anonymous asked:

Like it's a beautifully crafted route (they've put a lot of effort into it) and I obviously love the ending because v is happy but what happens to Saeran on day 10 is unnecessary and murdered me and just the general angst throughout the route to do with v, Saeran and seven kills me :''(

There was generally a lot of angst, but I agree it was created very well! I must tell u, the moment I hear V’s voice I forget about the whole world, it’s just so beautiful;;

Though the 10th day itself, what happened at the end, and even the ending didn’t really satisfy me. I was mad at both what happened to Saeran and to Rika, and…

I agree V deserves to be happy, but I think he should first learn how to deal with the problems properly instead of either unnecessarily sacrificing himself or just running away from them and pretending they’re someone else’s. It’s partly the result of MC’s attitude the game expects from us…

As much as I love him, I just can’t forgive him his actions at the end of the route. For me it’s just unhealthy how it ended… 

I think Cheritz’ definition of ‘good ending’ isn’t good by any meanings;;

Sojiro Shimada headcanons
  • he has an older sister who ran off with a lover when they were young. She visits sometimes to give his kids too much sugar and encourage them to do wild shit like express themselves. Of course you can finger paint on the walls Genji.
  • He liked sweets he kept a stash in his office.
  • God damn he loved his wife
  • it was a kind of business marriage, probably arranged for him, but they were lucky and fell in love. She was super funny?? It surprised him she seemed so quiet and reserved in meetings between their families he was not expecting dick jokes on the first date
  • They worked wonderfully together, he was a practical businessman and she was ruthlessly clever and charismatic. A perfect team the family had never done better. 
  • She died having Genji. His father never blamed him though. 
  • God damn he loved his kids!
  • He was always busy but still a damn good dad. He never ignored his kids and tried not to tell them “not now” if he could help it. He took every opportunity he possibly could to go out and do fun kid stuff with them. He’d do Hanzo’s hair for him and help him with his homework. He’d let Genji paint his nails and scribble on papers he didn’t need, just please, not the walls again.(Hanzo’s responsible attitude developed quite early. Think like, 4 years old following Genji while he crawls around, just kinda herding him away from things he shouldn’t touch. Probably making a face and sighing like he’s too old and tired for this, even tho he is doing it completely by his own will.This was helpful for poor busy dad.)
  • He told his kids stories before bed almost every night. Even when it was just Hanzo. When they were a little older and he pulled that “once there were two dragons who were grounded because they stayed out past curfew” Genji told him he should have ditched the family and written children’s stories. He low key liked the idea. 
  • There’s a picture of his wife on his nightstand and he talks to her sometimes. About things that are stressing him out, about how smart Hanzo is or how Genji looks exactly like her. 
  • He tried not to put excessive pressure on Hanzo, but Hanzo would just make up for it by putting pressure on himself. This is a little bit frustrating, he doesn’t wanna say, “maybe you shouldn’t aim so high”, but he hates to see Hanzo so stressed out trying to reach the bars he set for himself. He appreciates that Genji seems to take care of and support his brother, tho. 
  • He never pushed Genji to accept his role as heir to the family, but he did try to convince his son that there was a nobility in what they did. Even if they dealt in weapons and drugs and death, they provided jobs and second chances to unfortunate people, they were fair with their justice and they protected their city. 
  • He was constantly at odds with his wife’s older and younger brothers, who joined the family’s council of elders when they married into the family. The pair of them were greedy and underhanded and blamed Genji for the death of their sister. They went behind his back and gave the poor kid shit all the time.
  • He always has been and would still be very proud of his kids.

People be lovin on Dracula and siding with the Vampire Daddy in his endeavor to eradicate the human stench of the planet but, y’all, come on

Even his dhampir child was like dude, just kill the assholes who killed mom goddamn 

(and Dracula wounds his own son so much the pretty boy needed a YEAR to recuperate? not #1 Dad material, yikes)  (though Dracula’s freak-out was epic and amazing, still murder!)

Wait you expect ordinary common people to stand up to the Church?!?  


You watch your family and your ancestral house burn.  

Not even a powerful family like the Belmonts could stand up to the Church.  If you’re at odds with the Church, you’re FUCKED.  Ordinary people can’t afford that.  Hell, great houses like the Belmonts can’t afford that.

So no, the Number One Drama King Dracula is in no way justified in unleashing his potent, ungodly wrath on scared simple humans and deserves only a very specific, very finite sympathy.  

(his wrath was awesome, lol, but he’s still gotta pay for it)  

I mean, this was freakin awesome.  But was it bats?  Birds?  Bats and birds?  Stop killing babies, dude

Realistic Halloween Starters

“– He gave me a toothbrush. Let’s egg his house.”
“Didn’t even try to decorate the house, huh.”
“If you wear that ‘this is my costume’ t-shirt, I swear to god…”
“Ew, I hate this flavor. Trade?”
“Stop crying, it was just some dude wrapped in toilet paper!”
“Wow, you sure put too much effort into this holiday.’
“They didn’t have any more candy so I asked for weed.”
“Every time I sit down more kids show up at the door. I hate Halloween.”
“Whoops, no more candy. Sorry. Bye.”
“How cute. You look like you raided a dumpster!”
“Apparently she’s dressed as a witch, but I don’t really see the difference…”
“Aren’t you a little old to be trick or treating?”
“I don’t think you should be having that much sugar…”
“If you weren’t diabetic before, I’m pretty sure you are now…”
“Bobbing for apples is gross. Every kid got spit in there.”
“This house isn’t sca–AHHH!”
“Kind of makes me wish something interesting would happen. Like murder.”
“We’re going to a graveyard? What are you, thirteen?”
“I’ve seen scarier Hot Topic cashiers.”
“This isn’t right. Where are the slutty male costumes?!”
“This party sucks. I’d rather be out getting free candy with first-graders.”
“Yeah, because I definitely want to get arrested for trespassing tonight.”
“You wasted all the toilet paper on the first house, there’s nothing left!”
“Okay, so just hit the door bell and then run!”
“It’s just a couple of broken eggs, it’s not going to damage the car!”
“No way. People who have sex at parties die on Halloween. That’s just movie logic.”


‘  strap in ‘cause this one is rough.  ’
‘  it’s– it’s yucky.  ’
‘  i’m aware of some details of this and it’s– it’s yucky.  ’
‘  i’m not a gambling man, but i don’t really like those odds.  ’
‘  we could conceivably run into this guy taking a dump in the woods or something.  ’
‘  are you fucking out of your mind?  ’
‘  i’m starting to think you want to die.  ’
‘  you turned a corner on that one pretty quick.  ’
‘  oh my god, it’s fucking horrifying.  ’
‘  there’s an elk, though. there’s a deer over there.  ’
‘  here’s the remains and rubble of one of the greatest unsolved mysteries of all time and you’re looking at the fucking deer in the forrest.  ’
‘  maybe they were in there telling ghost stories.  ’
‘  that’s not what pillow talk is, i don’t think.  ’
‘  pillow talk could either mean something you do after sex or it could mean what’s like sleepover talk.  ’
‘  do you tell ghost stories after sex?  ’
‘  all very effective for– for murder.  ’
‘  they stabbed him so hard that the knife bent.  ’
‘  you would think that there’d be at least one witness.  ’
‘  you see someone running through the forrest covered in blood, you’re probably not gonna bat an eye.  ’
‘  that’s not how the forrest works.  ’
‘  excuse me, sir. why are you covered in blood?  ’
‘  i’m glad to know that you would be the worst crime scene witness of all time.  ’
‘  oh, you were phrasing it in a dramatic way.  ’
‘  what is it about killers– that they want to be caught so badly… or like they want to get as close to being caught without being caught?  ’
‘  i can’t put my mind into the mind of a criminal.  ’
‘  i can put my mind into the mind of a criminal.  ’
‘  some of them must be friends, others would like to plunge knives into each other.  ’
‘  i can imagine one friend of yours murdering you.  ’
‘  i’m pretty sure there was a coverup by the police department.  ’
‘  70′s and 80′s police were always just like, ‘oh, you murdered someone? you got forty bucks?’  ’
‘  great! what else do you want?! i murdered people for you! and now… what?  ’
‘  oh, so i’m the psycho cause i murdered for you!?  ’
‘  what, the police were just writing fan fiction?  ’
‘  this is just baffling to me.  ’
‘  i guess that’s their job, but can you imagine how much goddamn paperwork is involved in that? so much!  ’
‘  i’m pretty sure we’re being watched, so i kind of wanna leave, to be honest.  ’
‘  i’ve had enough of this place and i haven’t even been here that long. i hate this place.  ’
‘  this boogeyman is very thorough.  ’
‘  i guess we’re lucky he got lazy.  ’
‘  the greatest safety precautions of our time are written in blood.  ’
‘  i think they’re tired of this ongoing saga that never ends.  ’
‘  you know, i actually disagree with that last sentiment.  ’
‘  this is like straight-up end of days shit going on.  ’
‘  this could’ve been the beginning of the zombie apocalypse, in my mind.  ’
‘  i’ve daydreamed about having an amazing bunker that has satellite tv.   ’
‘  ‘bad advil’ sounds like a shitty indie band.  ’
‘  the wild west was the 80′s.  ’
‘  in the 80′s you could walk in a store, pocket a soda, punch a guy in the face, and then be like ‘see ya later. fuck you!’ cops wouldn’t get to your door for weeks.  ’
‘  he had books that were just titled ‘how to crime’? if he had a book called ‘how to crime’ then there’s your guy.  ’
‘  oh, yeah… nah, i’m good. eh, bit of a reach.  ’
‘  some old lady in florida bought the unabomber’s typewriter?  ’
‘  maybe this guy was really in the dog house and was just desperate for any kind of turn of affection from her so he thought, ‘i know that i’ll do! i’ll write the fbi!’  ’
‘  no, i didn’t– what, is there anything to suggest that i would chase my mom with an axe?  ’
‘  i think you wear a mask sometimes.  ’
‘  maybe you should keep digging and see what happens.  ’
‘  these are two messed up weirdos who have found each other and it’s almost a shockingly beautiful love story.  ’
‘  i don’t get it. i just wanna talk about my work and everyone just keeps seeming to bring up all my past of all the shitty stuff i’ve done.  ’
‘  ugh, this guy’s gross.  ’
‘  it must’ve been fun to be a criminal in the 80′s.  ’
‘  everything before the 80′s – just lawless.  ’
‘  get your sunglasses ready because this one is packed full of bright stars.  ’
‘  i’m good to go. i’m always ready, baby!  ’
‘  it came true so she was actually warranted in all these fears.  ’
‘  this would be like if you were eaten by a shark.  ’
‘  i thought for a second we were talking about things that are actually scary.  ’
‘  i’m gonna let this slide because i know you’re just trying to get a rise out of me.  ’
‘  does that man have a magical penis or something?  ’
‘  you think the only reason someone would go back to someone is because they have a magical penis?  ’
‘  i feel like divorce is probably a lot of work.  ’
‘  do you not know how love works?  ’
‘  maybe i don’t know how love works.  ’
‘  i have a hard time imagining someone going gaga over christopher walken.  ’
‘  i bet when you get in a room with christopher walken, he commands the space.  ’
‘  i brought some cocktail weenies.  ’
‘  one of my greatest fears is that someone will trick me into doing heroin.  ’
‘  that’s the dumbest fear i’ve ever heard in my life.  ’
‘  how many situations can you be in that would put you up to that potential danger?  ’
‘  how many parties are you going to where heroin’s involved? it seems like a lot.  ’
‘  it’s the fear that someone would come up to me on the street and put heroin in me and then i’m hooked forever.  ’
‘  here’s what must’ve happened… these forty things, in succession.  ’
‘  what are you trying to do, fuck my wife?  ’
‘  why would he make this up?  ’
‘  he– he was just trying to fuck someones wife.  ’
‘  i can’t imagine murdering someone even when drunk.  ’
‘  when you drink you can imagine murdering someone?!  ’
‘  i ate a pumpkin once when i was drunk… i just took a bite out of a pumpkin.  ’
‘  that’s a rational fear!  ’
‘  that is not a rational fear!  ’
‘  these are the musings of a paranoid man.  ’

Zimbits, 1.6K, Jack has a panic attack and ducks into the first closet he finds. Unfortunately, he’s not the only one in there.

The room was suddenly too hot and stifling, and Jack found himself pulling distractedly at his collar. He gulped down his drink quickly, but even that had little effect on his nerves. He scanned the crowd and saw his parents across the room, but they were busy talking to someone else, leaving Jack to deal with the oncoming panic by himself.

Jack started to walk quickly towards the bathrooms which he had passed in the foyer on the way in. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the ladies he’d spoken to earlier, one of his mother’s friends, start to head in his direction, and the curling dread in Jack’s stomach turned to lead. He hastily ran into one of the building’s vast hallways and opened the first door he found.

Once inside, Jack closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the coolness of the door. He could hear the faint click of heels pass the closet he’d ducked into before they disappeared down the other end of the hallway.

After a few minutes though, someone cleared their throat, and Jack realized he wasn’t alone. He blinked unsteadily even though it was completely pitch black, except for the sliver of light that came from underneath the door.

“Uh, I’m afraid I found this hiding spot first,” a voice said hesitantly. The slight, Southern drawl of the vowels caught Jack off guard.

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About Vincent’s attitude in the flashbacks (ch131/132)

I want to address two different things, the first point because it is strange, the second point because I saw a lot of possible misunderstanding.  

1) Vincent and foreshadowing

I want to talk about this scene that left me a bit ???…

because nothing particularly important is being said and yet Vincent says something that sounds like a premonition with a rather ominous face and what made me address this is that it’s not the first time

So, here I am, wondering if the possible regular pattern doesn’t mean something in particular, because we also had a possible foreshadowing moment about the current arc (probably referring to the twins’ conflict itself) from his own mouth in ch107.5…

And I already made a post on the subject, but in ch131 we had several Evil Nobles showing up on the same day as Vincent asking Diedrich for a favor, namely, to look after his sons should anything happen to him, 3 years before anything actually happened to him, as if he was expecting something to happen to him soon.

…going as far as to add after “You never know”:

In case you were wondering, yes I know this sounds crazy and I had never considered something as random as “Vincent had small precognitive powers” before this chapter, but I find that this makes for a strange and regular pattern. 
And yes, for all we know, it’s just Vincent breaking the 4th wall because Yana enjoys writing him like that, but still…

We also know, thanks to ch103, that the Phantomhive family share a special lineage, even if the details are still unknown to this day, aside from the fact that it allows our!Ciel to see Shinigamis when he shouldn’t be able to. 

Obviously it’s hard to reach any conclusion until we see more flashbacks of Vincent, but it’s something to keep in mind in my opinion, just in case it’s useful later. x)     

2) Vincent and our!Ciel

This other point focuses solely on ch132 and starts with this scene:

Judging by Vincent’s silent glance, I agree with @akumadeenglish‘s interpretation that he was carefully observing his sons’ reaction and ideas at the time. The big question is, whose words did he appreciate the most?

I know many might think that it’s real!Ciel’s, since he seemed like the perfect heir when our!Ciel was weaker and not supposed to inherit anything, however I think ch132 is actually full of hints that Vincent took a real interest in how our!Ciel was thinking.

If you don’t believe me, take a look at the discussion with Frances:

…because Vincent initially seemed to be quite out of it as she made her point that the Watchdog duty would be too dangerous for our!Ciel, going as far as to answer pretty dismissively to his sister…

But I personally didn’t read this scene as Vincent just shrugging it off because he didn’t care about his second son dying, or what should happen to the family if his heir died, but rather because he simply didn’t agree with Frances on the matter of our!Ciel not being strong enough to take on the Watchdog duty. 

The second hint is that he took both his sons with him when he went to inspect the domain…

…even though many readers interpreted his words from before as not being very trusting of our!Ciel’s abilities.
However, if he really didn’t think that our!Ciel could be a good and strong heir, then why did he even take him with him and real!Ciel in the first place? Why didn’t he appear to educate them differently, except maybe when it comes to fighting?

Finally, not everyone might want to call these hints, but this is Vincent in the side story With Father! and ch107.5:

And he doesn’t seem to particularly dislike the fact that our!Ciel is the current Watchdog (in case you were wondering, he never calls him “Ciel” so we can safely assume he knows which son’s adventures he’s reading x)). 

So back to this scene…

I think he actually found our!Ciel’s words interesting because, compared to the twin, our!Ciel’s proposition seemed more genuinely good-hearted and thus different from what he might have been expecting from a potential future Watchdog. However, this isn’t really surprising when we know what our!Ciel wanted to do as an adult and why.

Our!Ciel is kinder at heart and appears to be more selfless than his twin brother and I believe Vincent caught on that through our!Ciel’s answer (”granting everyone’s wishes sounds difficult”) & that it’s what possibly interested him.

Because friendly reminder again that Vincent said that Kuroshitsuji (so literally our!Ciel acting as the Watchdog) was “interesting” and that it was something “the Undertaker recommended”, which means that Vincent seems to agree with UT when it comes to our!Ciel:

3) Conclusion?

1 => I don’t know how seriously we’re supposed to take Vincent’s words when he speaks about the future (see the examples above), because there is still a possibility that Yana enjoys breaking the 4th wall with using his character.

However, considering we still know nothing about how supernatural the Phantomhive lineage might be, I’m going to keep these examples in mind just in case there is a reason Vincent can foreshadow things.

2 => I don’t think Vincent ever casted off his second child (our!Ciel) as being weak, useless and not making for a good heir because:

  • he didn’t want to address the subject with Frances
  • he took our!Ciel along with real!Ciel when he explained what the duties of a lord were
  • there are hints that he shared UT’s opinion on how interesting it is that our!Ciel appears to act and think differently from the rest of his ancestors.

I hope it was understandable, thanks for reading!

So remember this post?

Please imagine Beelzemon doing this

he runs out of ammo and just chucks that sawed-off double-barreled shotgun right at some poor sap’s face!