#estate of the purple creatures
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Welcome to the Estate! Where purple creatures lives.
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"alas, I have finally made my masterpiece! My triumph against the heaven!" A mad man laughs as he look at the ink puddle in the metal table.
The omnipotent ink that can create anything and change many things just like an ink that's made to write everyone fate and worlds...
yet as the mad man stares at his creation he got no responses at all. His sure that he made it perfect this time around...
He would love to poke it but he rather not do anything that would imperfect it.
Might as well leave it to ferment and something. ' The mad doctor said as he shrug his shoulder, thinking what to make next since he already done with this one.
As he prepare to slept finally after months or years, he doesn't have a concept of time after all.
CRACK! CRASH BANG!
.The door is rudely open with a bang, a figure in green stood in the doorway, zooming in the dark room that the mad man called a 'lab' and saw the dimwit sleeping in the sofa with piles of junk and trash everywhere.
"You... How long do you plan to root in this disgusting place?" The intruder said as he went to open the curtains letting in light that burns the eyes of the eyes of someone who been in the dark almost months! Burning his eyes yet he can't complain as his 'friend' being a nagging mother again.
"It's not disgusting, captain. You should understand this my domain, my heaven, my castle!" the doctor giggle as he open his arms widely showing off the place he called a room.
[ #03 Captain: (?? Alter?) (??Pirate??)]
"Have you no manners? This is a vile place to slept." The one who's called Captain only walk pass Doctor holding the papers that's littering in the ground and hitting the face of the doctor in the face.
"Crude as always." The doctor laughs as he rub his cheeks, he watch his friend cleaning his room and soon approaching his perfect creation, which he probably think a mess he (the doctor) have made.
He really should stop the other from touching it but he only smile ( creepily at that) while he gaze unblinking at the other who rolled his (captain) eyes thinking he(the doctor ) is being such a crazy nutcase again. (Something that's quite normal)
Touch it touch it touch it...go on captain touch it and let's see~ what wonders such happen~ .' the more he waited for the moment Captian hands touch his creation, the smile in his face widen and his gaz become even more sinister.
"You." Captian was about to clean the ink in the table when he gaze at the mad man giving him such weird gaze. "What are you on now?" He cross his arms not touching the ink in the table.
"Nothing worth mentioning ~" the mad man smiles showing his shark like teeth, still smiling such sinister as ever. "Aren't you cleaning the junk like OCD person you are~?" He sigh as he felt slightly disappointed Captian might not do what he wanted if HE know.
"... Your up to no good again, I see." Clearly this doctor made something those months he locks himself in his room and the only thing that's new in this junk room is this ink...' he thought as he give side gaze at ink in the table.
The mad man who find captain who probably won't do anything interesting worth watching would now sleep. Turning his back away from captain and sleeping in his cozy sofa.
Captian give a look before he sigh and went to clean other things first. When his done cleaning the room except the goo of ink in the table, he have annoyed feeling as it's quite out of place in this clean room. The doctor have long sleep in the sofa to give him a weird look it he did touch the goo.
He sigh and give in. He went to take the goo but the moment his gloved hand touch it.
It suddenly reanimated and become alive, and trying to in gulp captain hands then almost haft of his body of how fast the ink acted, captain who was taken quite surprised by what's happening suddenly disappear as the ink have taken him in and disappear into a puddle.
The ink jiggle and jiggle after the moment
Doctor slight been disturb by the sounds but return to sleep again after moving around for a moment.
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Captian stared at the inked void, the pure nothing of darkness, such sight can make someone go in sane as the unknown of the dark could cause fear and see things of terror that's made by their own minds and fears. He continues to step into the floor that puddle, as it's an ink in a bottomless inked sea.
"Yuro it's time for dinner..." He called out as he look around the empty void in wonders, it reminded him of the first time he been in this kind of place. But the first time was so long ago.
× I'm not hungry ×
He could hear yuro voice spoke somewhere and everywhere in the same time in the inked void. "Is that so?" Captain raise his brow thinking this child is still down from an event that occurs months ago.
Instead of leaving, captain takes out a book from his inner pockets of his green jacket and start to flip some page to read something with the help of little magic.
The ink beneath him ripples for a moment. Yuro is confuse why is Captian isn't leaving yet. He watch him read another old man books instead of going out of his room.
"Oh. What's wrong yuro?" Captain notice the change in the ink, looking up a bit from the book his reading. Pretending to be confuse what might be the cause of the sudden distress of the inkling.
Why won't he, the dinner is the month dinner that everyone most attent, especially captain... Yuro is fine not attending it. No one would care but captain anyway.
"Why are you not leaving yet..." The inkling can't bare to force captain to leave. He can't do that, that's too rude to someone important as captain to him. Even through captain is a traitor and rival before....
"There's nothing worth going to the dinner if your not going to join it."
×I'm not important...×
"Don't belittle yourself. What thoughts of others that's less than you truly are. Is just bunch of unethical words spoken to make you feel emotionally ill." Captain flip the page in his book, the inked water beneath ripples again.
×I'm not somebody that shouldn't been invited in it...×
"Huh.....?" Captain ears perks up and close his book. "Who was it?" He narrowed his eyes as he realize that yuro sudden mood swing might be triggers by one of those Tennants speaking something yuro can't bare to hear.
× I'm not a child. You don't need to protect me. To tell others cause of me...×
The ceiling slowly start to drips with ink and the inked water ripple even more. The voice of inkling seems trying to act tough at the moment.
"It's obvious you aren't a child as you're quite older than a normal child aren't you not? but it doesn't cut why I would let others treat you less respect as a living being and not dwell in the misunderstanding of treating you of a 'something' instead of important someone..." As the older one said so, ink drips on him ignoring what's done to his book. He open his arms as a big blob of ink fall to his open arms.
"I'm sorry I was busy to give you comfort Yuro..." He felt bad as he thought yuro is old enough to understand that no one would always stay, there's always passing moment where we meet wonderful people yet they would either stay or leave.
We can't force them to stay. We can only enjoy the moments and the memories we could make, and smile as they leave us with good times.' he thought as the blob turn into a smoll Yuro hugging and crying captain silently.
This remind him how Yuro who was newly been 'born'. With the mindset that he is but an object to create something amazing, something that a person would want, either be it a world or not. Change one fate or create a world just based on the ideals a person who touch 'its body'
That's what happened before. The same reason why captain is now included in a make shift world of fantasy and adventure based on the outfit Captain is often likes to wear from the canon event, phantom airship of hope ( believe for leaves ) linking captain to world and au that's made for him by Yuro.
but Yuro doesn't remember doing that nor will captain wants him to be use to do something omnipotent to someone gain (like the likes of that annoying mad doctor) that's why... Captain takes Yuro, under his wing and care since then, even so his already old enough to not be treated like a kid. His still his little yuro who he cares for many years and thought many things to know about the world.
Maybe it's been all his fault for telling him about what humans and other creature in the vast universe tend to see as a sign as happiness, that thing called 'love' even so he too doesn't understand it.
Character profile #3:
( humanoid ) ( Blob ink form)
Purple creature: Yuro #19
FIRST AND THE MOST PERFECT CREATION of DR. An inkling made from void of creation and end. His suppose to be non sentient and just a thing but because of interference of Captain, who raise him to be like a normal child-- at least what normal captain thinks.
Abilities: he can create anything to something real, from fates to worlds.
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Alright, let's meet Calcinidae Bay!
Calcinidae Bay is a(n unpopulated) work-in-progress CC-free Sims 2 neighbourhood where all the buildings are made from shell challenges.
I'm planning on posting more about Calcinidae Bay and its lots, so I wanted to make an intro post to start the tag! Feel free to mute the tag "Calcinidae Bay" if you're not interested.
Shell challenges are quite popular in the Sims 4, but they're possible to do in any Sims game and the principles are largely the same; one player puts down a bunch of walls, then other Simmers have to turn those walls into something without altering that "shell". Rules may vary depending on the creator and between game versions, but here are the general rules I'm playing by:
Walls that are already placed cannot be deleted, moved, or swapped with fences/half-walls.
New exterior walls cannot be connected to the the shell; they must be separated by at least one tile. This includes vertically (e.g. additional storeys, basements, dormers). New interior walls may be placed freely, but any preexisting interior walls must be preserved.
Fences and half-walls are allowed to be added/connected anywhere.
Foundation can be added freely but any existing foundation must be preserved (though it can be replaced with any of the 3 basegame foundation types).
There are some lots in Calcinidae Bay that don't follow these exact rules (such as my Foundations For Families houses) but do follow other building-restriction challenges, but the majority of lots are based on Sims 4 shell challenges converted to the Sims 2.
Let's take a look under the hood!
Calcinidae Bay is split into five sections, and has two roads leading in/out of town. Its terrain is Compass River by Leekeaux on MTS.
The blue/cyan area is the civic centre, where the entertainment, business, and government buildings are. There are some residential lots here, but mostly community. The road out leads to/from the future Downtown subhood.
The yellow section is the suburban area where most Sims live. It has a lot of housing, some smaller shops, and community lots like a library and public primary/secondary schools. The road out leads to/from the future Shopping District subhood.
The red/pink area is the rougher side of town. Since there are no roads out, there's less incidental traffic, so the real estate is less valuable and thus tends to be cheaper. This is where the remote offices, factories/warehouses, and affordable housing is/are.
The purple area is where the rich snobs live and gather. Houses here will be larger, older, and more expensive, and the few community lots will be more exclusive. (Note that "expensive" does not always mean "tasteful".)
Lastly, the green area in the corner is military ground. Eventually, it will have barracks, offices, and research facilities.
And if you were wondering, "why Calcinidae?" Well, Calcinidae is a family of hermit crabs - creatures that take shells left by others and repurpose them for their own use. :) The hermit crab and its shell are the coat of arms for Calcinidae Bay (and would be on its flag were I using custom content).
Most of the shells I use for Calcinidae Bay are remade from Sims 4 challenges, but I would love for Sims 2 players to donate shells too! Feel free to send me a Sims2Pack of a packaged shell OR simply draw the floorplan out on a grid and I'll remake it myself. You can also include other rules/suggestions about what the lot should be, what objects must be used, etc.
Lastly, I can't promise how useful all the lots in Calcinidae Bay would be for other players, especially since shell challenges can result in some unintuitive floorplans, but if you would like any of them, simply ask and I will do my best to share them. :)
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ADORNED NIGHT — Platonic Kazuha, Tomo & reader.
i. SUMMARY: You had two childhood friends; Kazuha and Tomo. Now, it's just you.
ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: Inazuma Archon quest spoilers, character death, grief.
iii. NOTES: Platonic, angst, childhood friends!Kazuha and Tomo, gn!reader, 1.5k words.
iv. A/N: This is one of the first things I've written and has been sitting completed in my drafts for SO LONG because I didn't like how it turned out, but I can't keep re-editing it. Enjoy!
It’s easy making friends when you’re a kid. Your parents are close to other parents, and you eventually get shoved towards their kids to give you something to do. For you, that came in the form of Kaedehara Kazuha.
He was a quiet child. The kind who would cry when flowers got trampled, or bugs skittered away from his hands. But he was an easy, comfortable presence, and one that found its place by your side.
It was inevitable that you made friends with Tomo after that, with him and Kazuha practically attached at the hip, and it didn’t take long for him to declare you both his best friends.
Whether it be playing adventures in the forest, hide-and-seek around Kazuha’s estate, or just wandering the city of Inazuma, the three of you were scarcely seen without one or both others by your sides.
And you couldn’t be happier.
“Kazu, come on!” You called out after the boy trailing behind.
“Just give me… a minute,” Kazuha murmured. He continued to crouch on the edge of the river, poking at the ground with a stick.
“Are you still frog-hunting?” Tomo asked with amusement in his voice. Kazuha shook his head.
“No, I found something better,” Kazuha suddenly dove forward, scooping something up in his hands. He looked up triumphantly, holding up the animal in his hands, a large purple beetle that wriggled and crawled over his palms.
“An onikabuto!”
“Let me see!” Tomo demanded, leaning over his shoulder. The creature turned around, settling neatly in Kazuha’s hands. “That’s so cool! I wonder if I can catch one too.”
“It is cool,” You admit. “But we should hurry. We don’t have many hours of daylight left.”
Tomo gasps, looking up at the sky. “You are absolutely right. Hurry up, Kazuha! Adventure awaits us!”
“Okay, okay.” Kazuha chuckled, before letting the little onikabuto go. You held your hand forward to help him up, and he grasped it gratefully.
“Onwards!” Tomo announced, marching ahead through to the forest. His voice grew quieter as he strode further through the trees, almost out of your sight.
“We’d better go on before he gets himself lost.” Kazuha said, brushing the dirt off his clothes.
You held out your hand, and Kazuha took it in his.
You were always told that friends don’t last forever, that these innocent childhood memories would make way for new ones. But the three of you didn’t grow apart; you grew together, like flowers that bloomed within the same patch of dirt. It was hard to imagine a life without them—the two constants in your life.
Tomo began to get bolder in his words. What started as child prone to disobedience quickly turned into a fiercely loyal man who was willing to die for his ideals. He spoke openly in criticism against whatever he found fault in (which just so happened to be the Shogunate), picking apart the frayed edges of their society until it was little more than lose thread in his hands.
But while Tomo grew louder, Kazuha grew quieter. He didn’t cry anymore; his emotions began to smooth themselves out into a perfect balance of calmness. He leaned into his love of poetry, and his already flowery vocabulary became nothing short of lyrical.
Things were changing. You didn’t mind though, because you knew that you would change together.
“Have you heard?” The whispers say. They seem to come from every direction, from the Shogun’s guards stationed around Inazuma, to the lips of shopkeepers hidden behind their hands. “They say he challenged the Shogun herself to a duel!”
“Can you imagine?” The whispers answer. Their voices grate on your ears and send shivers down your spine. Something was wrong, that much you knew for certain.
“It’s such a shame. He was such a lovely boy, too.”
You feel a spike of sympathy for whoever they were talking about. Everyone in Inazuma knew that the moment someone challenges the Shogun, their fate is already bound. It was no wonder they were speaking of him as though he was already gone.
“I feel bad for those friends of his. What will they do without him?”
Did he have friends he was close to, as well?
“Is that… them?”
Something was… most definitely wrong. As you walk across the street, you feel eyes piercing the back of your skull, like the entire city was looking at you. Your steps grow faster, trying to outrun the sounds of their voices. If only Tomo hadn’t left his house early this morning, then there would be no need to go searching for him.
“Do you see…”
“I wonder…”
“Has anyone told…”
“(Name)?” You look up at the sound of your name, to see the shopkeeper from Tsukumomono Groceries staring at you with unhidden shock. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you going to the Tenshukaku?”
“The Tenshukaku? Why?”
“Um… the duel?”
“Why would I want to watch that?” You say with disgust in your tone. “I don’t want to watch some random person’s execution.”
“I—I figured the circumstances were different.” She looked deeply uncomfortable, eyes darting between the crowds of people. “I mean… considering who it is.”
“Who it is? Do I know them?”
“You don’t know,” The shopkeeper reels back, like she had been slapped. Her nervous expression fell away to look horrified at the implication. “No one told you—you don’t know.”
Something was wrong.
A sick, twisted feeling appears in your stomach. “Who is it?”
“I—”
“Tell me!” Your voice cracks in the middle of your words, until there were tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You couldn’t imagine why; it wasn’t as if it’s—
“Tomo,” She whispers. “It’s Tomo.”
In one night, you lost both of the people you loved.
One was dead. The other vanished without a trace.
You tried to get on as normal—or as normal as you could—but everywhere was a reminder of what you had lost. The memories were scattered across Inazuma, waiting for the moment they slipped your mind to bring you reeling back into the past.
Autumn leaves fell, surrounding your head like a halo. A white cat lingered around the Tenshukaku, waiting for its owner. Signs were pinned on the noticeboards, conversations penned from hands that were unable to continue them.
There were so many relics of the past that you could almost pretend it wasn’t true; that if you waited in your old meeting spot, the two of them would appear and greet you with open arms.
You could imagine Tomo, with his wide grins and bold words, loudly explaining the true meaning of eternity while strangers gave him odd looks.
You could imagine Kazuha quietly beside you, shoulders barely touching, silence only broken by the occasional haiku he had composed in his mind.
You could imagine them both, walking in step with you as you did your daily errands, warding away the crushing loneliness that threatened to destroy you.
Everyone met you with pity, even those who would get annoyed with your antics as children. They offered nothing but condolences for Tomo, and well-wishes for Kazuha. Some offered an ear to listen to your troubles, but you politely decline.
(It wasn’t as if they would ever understand how it felt to lose two thirds of your life.)
The constant eyes were tiring, so the beach became your safe haven. It was free from people, aside from the occasional couple looking to sneak off, or soldier patrolling the perimeter.
Kazuha always loved this spot. It was, in his words, a paradise of solitude, where nature could sit down and breathe.
Tomo wasn’t too fond of it, complaining about the uneven rocks and sand getting all in his clothes. Still, he would linger there with you both, watching the sky until the sun slipped out of your vision.
When the moonlight hits the water, you can lean back with closed eyes and almost hear Kazuha musing various verses about the way the light reflects the sky, while Tomo chuckles beside you, and it almost feels like nothing changed.
That's the funny thing about loss; it isn't made up of absence. You can still feel their presence as lucidly as you used to, it has just shifted from something tangible into something limited in the confines of your mind, and the fleeting moments of joy before you realize they're not there.
And as long as the sound of their laughter still lingers in the back of your mind, maybe you can forget that they're gone.
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The Fox and The Hounds pt.1
A/N: Hello all, so this is my first time writing for anything from Acotar that I have gotten to a point that I feel confident enough to post It has been almost two years since I have really written anything so I might be a wee bit rusty, but I had the cute autumn court head cannon that I needed to get out of my head. Also no Beta here we die like men
Eris Vanserra x Reader
Summary: Its autumn court tradition to give your mate a fox kit before your ceremony. after years of knowing the Vanserra’s a mating bond snaps between the Autumn Heir and a well known smoke hound breeder
Warnings: none
Wind gently rustles the leaves of the forest surrounding the humble home in the forest, somewhere distantly a river babbles deep in the misty woods. By humble home it truly translates to manor nestled deep in the Forest. The sound of dogs barking breaks the peaceful silence around the home most days, and on occasion one could catch a glimpse of the sleek gray hounds darting throughout the property.
The L/N family were a well respected family within the Autumn Court. Thorne L/N had made his name in court as an advisor and counselor to Beorn in conjunction with the lucrative businesses he ran on the side. However what the family was most well known for was their smoke hounds.The most well-bred and coveted hounds came from the L/N estate. Of his four children the only one who took interest in the dogs was his youngest Y/N. With seven hounds of her own Y/N was clever when it came to which ones should be bred together and what new bloodlines to bring in. Y/N quickly became one of the go to breeders in Autumn with pups from her stock being highly sought after. While not the most traditional route for a lady of the court, Thorne allowed Y/N to keep up with it as it brought her joy and it kept her home under her mothers watchful eye.
A small yip can be heard as a red fox darts around Y/N’s ankles as she moves through the kitchen. Coming in from the kennels Y/N moves sluggishly; putting on the kettle and grabbing a cup to make tea. The fox yips again; this time nipping at her heel. The action however seems to not have the desired effect; nonetheless Y/N moved about the kitchen to fetch the spoiled fox’s breakfast. Seeing the female grab the bowl the fox moved standing on its hind paws resting its front paws on the cabinet to watch the female prep its breakfast again loudly yiping when she wasn’t moving at a fast enough pace for the little creature.
“Ginger.” Y/N hushes the fox and sets a bowl of food down on the ground. Ginger had been a mating present from her father to her mother when the mating bond had snapped. It is an old Autumn Court tradition for a Female to receive a fox kit from her mate or fiance before the ceremony. The foxes were seen as a token of good luck and served as a constant companion for a female in her home. The room is silent save for the soft click of her boots as she moves about the floor and the fox scarfing down food. She hadn’t planned on leaving the manor today so she found it fit to wear trousers paired with a cream blouse and a forest green vest with golden leaves embroidered into the fabric. The kettle lets out a screeching whittle from thee stove breaking the early morning quiet
The female let out a yawn as she poured the boiling water into the delicate cup. The unexpected all-nighter was really starting to take its toll on her. One of the servants had roused her in the middle of the night. Bellatrix, her prized hound, had gone into labor. While this wasn’t her first litter it still took quite a bit of time and Y/N preferred to be there for her hounds just in case things went sour. Luckily for all parties involved things went smoothly and all 6 of the pups were healthy.
Looking out the window the dark sky began to take on hues of purple and orange as the sun started to rise across the colorful Autumn forest. The birds slowly started to awaken their song, joining the rest of the white noise of the forest. Y/n takes a hold of the delicate teacup, wrapping both of her hands around it savoring the warmth against her chilled fingers. Steam rose up from the cup dancing in ambiguous patterns as she took the first sip of the hot tea.
Y/N let out a sigh she knew she would have to go back out to the kennels soon to start feeding the hounds. She could only hope that she would be able to take a small nap before her fathers visitors made their way to the estate. He might have mentioned who was coming, but if she was being perfectly honest with herself she hadn’t been paying attention. Knowing her father it was probably another advisor coming in for brunch before they would go out hunting with the hounds. Leaning against the counter, taking a sip of her tea, her sensitive Fea ears pick up on the inhabitants of the manor slowly waking up to start the day.
The cook was the first person she had seen since she had been fetched last night and the older wood nymph jumped a little seeing the younger Fae leaning on the counter drinking a cup of tea. Upon seeing the new arrival Ginger started yiping again, going to wind around the Nymph’s feet.
“Lady Y/n I wasn’t expecting to see you here this early in the morning.” The nymphs comforting voice brings a small smile to Y/N’s face
“Bella her pups in the early hours, I was tending to her most of the night.” Y/N yawns out, gently setting the cup into the sink in the kitchen “I probably should get back out to the kennels to tend to the rest of the dogs before breakfast.”
“Just make sure you are done and cleaned up before the High Lord and his family arrives.” Her voice is calm despite the news that she dropped on the poor girl's lap.
The High Lord and his family, that's who her fathers guest were. She knew that Beron and her father were close friends since childhood, but this was the first time in her 65 years that they would be hosting the High Lord of Autumn at their home. Typically in the past her family had always traveled to the Forest House for formal events and her father traveled back and forth for his work. The thought sent chills up her back while the High lord and his family had been cordial and friendly with hers; they still had a rather terrifying reputation, and some of his younger sons often looked at her like she was a piece of meat. She would dance and converse with them at gatherings when approached but she clung to her father and brothers side the moment she could get away.
“I forgot that High Lord Beron and his family were coming. Thank you for the reminder Aspen.” Y/n nods before heading towards the door to head back towards the kennels. This news ment she would have to rush getting the kennels ready for the day so that she could go get dressed for a meal with the high lord. Typically she helped the servants with the task regarding her and her family's hounds, she wanted to ensure that they were receiving the best care that they could. The hounds from this estate were prized for a reason. She had known that one of her hounds pups had been purchased by Lord Eris but she had been away from the court at that time with her mother visiting her mothers kin in the Hewn city.
Eris was about the only one of Beron’s four sons that she could stand. In all her interactions with him he had been kind to her, chasing away his younger brothers when they were making her visibly uncomfortable. It also helped that the two of them both had a passion for the famed smoke hounds, so the conversation between the two had never been too dull. When the High Lord had announced Eris’ engagement to Morrigan; Y/n felt like someone had ripped her heart from her chest. It confused the poor girl, only 40 at the time, as to why she had felt like this. The two had never had anything more than friendly conversations at the balls and formal dinners that they had both attended. The pain in her chest had dulled when news had spread through the court about the disastrous outcome of that short lived engagement. There were unfortunate outcomes for her when the rumors spread about why Kier had nearly killed his own daughter. Most of these days Y/N could barely leave the manor without one of her parents or brothers escorting her; and even at formal events she was always under someone's watchful eye, just in case she might have gotten the urge to sneak off with a male. Not like she would do that anyway she was more than content to stay here with her hounds rather than go out and socialize with other females her age whose only goal in life was to marry up or with males who were only interested in what lies beneath her skirts.
Y/N let out a scoff as she entered into the noisy kennel. Her Family owned 18 total hounds, seven were her own personal hounds, five belonged to her father. And her three brothers each had three. Y/n had bred most of the hounds in the kennel bringing in a fortune for her family; however with 18 dogs comes a lot of work that takes some time. Y/N rolls up the sleeves to her shirt as she walks over to the first kennel, one of her fathers hounds, gently clips the leash onto the collar before leading the dog out of its kennel and clipping it onto one of the tiedown points on the center walkway so that she can begin the morning process.
Far more time than she would have liked has passed before she gets to Bellatrix’s kennel .Even with the two servants assigned to the kennels the laborious morning process takes much longer than anticipated, especially after finding out that two of her brother's bitches were in heat. She would pick out two males later to stick in the kennels with them to see if they could yield another two litters. At the moment though Y/N is currently checking over Bellatrix and her pups while listening to the pitiful whines from the kennel across the aisle where the pups sire was housed
“Khalid, Quit your whining. I will bring you over in just a second.” She scolded the dog, Missing the kennel doors open and her help freezing as the newcomers walked in.
Five people walk into the kennels. Her father and mother lead the High Lord Beron, The heavily pregnant Lady of Autumn, and Eris into the kennel. Ginger and another fox quickly darted into the kennel playfully chasing after one another accidentally slamming into Y/N’s legs pulling her attention away from Bellatrix and her pups.
“Y/N” Come greet our guest.” Her fathers voice rang throughout the kennels which suddenly seemed far too quiet as if the hounds knew the power and importance of the individuals that had just walked in. Y/N however was surprised by her father springing up and turning to face the newcomers, well aware that she was not appropriately dressed for this situation. Her cheeks flush in embarrassment as she makes her way towards the group.
“High Lord’ Y/N drops into an awkward curtsy not used to the performing the action in trousers instead of a dress “I apologize for my state I must have lost track of time”
The last thing Y/N wanted to do was bring shame to her father in front of one of his closest friends and her plans were to be ready and dressed before they had arrived, but Beron surprisingly just laughed it off, much to everyone's shock. While Beron had a reputation for being cruel, he had treated her like his own daughter and had even been named her godfather when she was born should anything have happened to her parents.
“Well this is part of why we were coming, to visit your prized hounds Y/N, I had expected to find you here.” His deep voice rang throughout the kennel “ I am in the market for a new hound and word is going around the court that one of yours is expecting a litter.”
“Well my Lord you are in luck Bella had her litter last night. So I currently have six puppies that will be available once they are weaned. Would you like to get a quick look?” Y/N raises from her curtsy, giving the high lord a smile. Beron holds out an arm for her to take as she leads the group back to Bellatrix’s kennel.
“Now I wouldn’t pick one out just yet as we don’t know what their personalities are going to be like just yet as they are less than 12 hours old at the moment. We can check back in about three to four weeks when they have started wandering away from mom. You will get the first pick of the litter of course my Lord.” Y/N prattles as the group looks on at the hound and her puppies. Another whine sounds from the kennel behind them reminding her of Khalid
“One moment.” she excuses herself, as her father and Beron start talking prices for the pup.” grabbing the lead off the wall, she steps into the kennel clipping it on and walking him over to the other kennel. Quickly opening it and unclipping the hound letting him dart off towards Bella and his pups looking on the scene like a proud father laying down next to Bellatrix, gently nosing one of the pups back towards its mother when it tried to wiggle away. Latching the kennel shut Y/N turns to face the group again, watching her parents and the high lord and his lady talk.
“Do you breed your hounds outside of your family’s kennels?” Eris’ rich voice meets her ears pulling her gazes toward him.
The moment that Eris’s rich cinnamon eyes meet Y/E/C , It's like all the air is sucked from the room. The mating bond snapping into place, the gold thread connecting the two of them together. Y/N cant help herself as she involuntarily takes a step towards the Autumn heir, towards the one that the mother had deemed to be her equal. Eris, the cruel heir of autumn, was her mate.
“Mate.” The words came from Eris' mouth before he could even think about stopping them and the room went silent as all eyes went to the two of you.
#eris vanserra x reader#eris x reader#eris vanserra#acotar x reader#acotar#acomaf#acowar#autumn court#the fox and the hounds
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My Little Pony: The Movie (1986) Press Kit Scans Post 3
Synopsis
I apologise in advance for the wonky scans. I was trying to figure out a good way of doing it without creasing the corners and some of them turned out kind of messy. I’ll include a transcription of everything below the cut.
Directory (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)
Transcription:
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At the annual Spring Festival in Ponyland, all the little ponies celebrate the end of winter with a happy pageant of song and dance. But, while they revel, the wicked witch Hydia (Cloris Leachman) and her equally nasty daughters Reeka (Rhea Perlman) and Draggle (Madeline Kahn), hatch a plot to turn peaceful Ponyland into a dark, dank and dreary wasteland.
During the festival, Lickety Split, a well-meaning but self-centered little pony, inadvertently ruins the show. Humiliated, she runs away, accompanied by her friend Spike, the baby dragon.
Meanwhile, back at the Volcano of Doom, Hydia, Reeka and Draggle busily conjure up evil spells. When an initial attempt to flood Ponyland fails, an enraged Hydia decides it’s time for the Smooze.
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She sends her daughters out to collect the necessary ingredients: mold, mildew, muck, mire, fungus, slime, rust and phlume.
The evil witch sisters collect everything except the dreaded phlume, but they don’t tell their mother, who happily creates the Smooze, (Jon “Bowzer” Bauman). Soon the purple ooze bubbles over the lip of the volcano and heads towards Ponyland. “Nothing can stop the smooze now,” cackles Hydia.
Warned of impending disaster, the little ponies prepare for the oncoming Smooze. Wind Whistler and North Star fly over the clouds, bringing Megan, Molly and Danny, along with the Rainbow of Light.
As the Smooze rolls across Ponyland, it traps Lickety Split and Spike in a cave, where they encounter the Grundles, ugly but friendly little creatures who have lost their kingdom to the Smooze. With the aid of the Grundle King (Danny DeVito), they escape.
During a tremendous showdown, the Rainbow of Light manages to stop the Smooze, but in the process, the Dream Castle is covered over, the rainbow is trapped in gooey muck, and the little ponies are forced to evacuate their beloved home.
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A shocked Hydia forces her daughters to admit that they omitted the phlume from the Smooze formula. Furious, she sends them out after the dreaded ingredient. Mission accomplished, the phlume is added to the dormant Smooze, and it springs back to life.
Desperate at this point, Megan, Wind Whistler and Fizzy visit the wise old Moochick (Tony Randall), who provides them with an ancient map leading to the Flutter Ponies, magical little winged ponies who might be able to stop the Smooze.
Lickety Split, Spike and the Grundles have a series of misadventures as they outrun the Smooze. During their travels, they rescue Morning Glory, a tiny gossamer-winged Flutter Pony, trapped in a well. A grateful Morning Glory offers to lead them to Flutter Valley.
Meanwhile, back at the new pony home, Paradise Estate, the little ponies, the Bushwoolies and other woodland creatures huddle together helplessly as the Smooze oozes towards them. The witches gloat triumphantly atop their Smooze boats!
Just when all seems lost, the sky fills with tiny Flutter Ponies who shift into Utter Flutter, creating a tremendous wind when they flutter their wings in unison. The sound is like a thousand tiny wind chimes and the force sweeps the Smooze all the way back
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to the Volcano of Doom, uncovering the Dream Castle and freeing the Rainbow of Light. Hydia, Reeka and Draggle are dumped back into the volcano, along with the last of the Smooze.
With new understanding about the meaning of friendship, the heroic Flutter Ponies return home. As thanks for saving Lickety-Split and Spike, the Ponies give Dream Castle to the Grundles. Happiest of all is Baby Lickety-Split, glad to be back home with the Little Ponies where she belongs.
#mlp#my little pony#mlp g1#my little pony: the movie#my little pony the movie 1986#g1#press kit#production materials#mlp n friends
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HEL
WHO IS SHE?
Hel, also called Hella and Hela, is the name used to refer to the Goddess of the Underworld in Norse mythology. She is the daughter of Loki and the Goddess of death, disease, decay, and destruction. Hel is a mysterious, otherworldly deity who presides over the realm of the dead. According to the lore, her followers would be taken to her afterlife after death, where they would face their eternal fate. Though her domain is dark and seemingly frightening, Hel is a powerful and important deity in Norse mythology and has strong ties to the otherworld and the afterlife.
BASIC INFO:
Appearance: in Norse mythology, Hel is described as a very pale but beautiful woman, often with dark, pale hair. She is sometimes depicted as being very thin and gaunt, with a corpse-like appearance. She is also described as often being very sorrowful and sad, and she is known to be a rather ominous and sinister figure. She is often depicted wearing dark, gothic-style clothing and bearing a variety of symbols associated with death and the Underworld.
Personality: Hel is often described as being very sorrowful and solemn. She is often depicted as being a rather quiet and melancholy figure, lacking in the warmth and friendliness that is attributed to the other Norse goddesses. She is generally regarded as being a somewhat sinister and oppressive presence, and she is often seen as having a much darker and more brooding nature than her sisters.
Symbols: ankh, wolves, bones and skulls, ravens, corpse, scythe, fire, spiral, broom, rake, and Hagalaz Rune
Goddess of: death and the Underworld
Culture: Norse
Plants and trees: beech, alder, elm, ivy, juniper, willow, yew, nightshade, belladonna, datura, nettle, wormwood, elder, hellebore, mistletoe, and blackberries
Crystals: obsidian, amethyst, black onyx, bloodstone, jet, black tourmaline,
Animals: rats, wolves, crows, dogs, and serpents
Incense: myrrh, dragon’s blood, frankincense, and patchouli
Colours: dark green, black, dark blue, red, white, and dark purple
Tarot: Death, The Tower, and Suit of Swords
Planets: Pluto
Days: Monday, Halloween, Winter Solstice, Samhain, Helrbjörg, and Allhallowtide
Parents: Loki and Angrboða
Siblings: Fenrir, Jörmungandr, Váli, Narfi, and Sleipnir (Odin’s horse)
Partner: Baldr
Children: Krampus and Santa Claus
MISC:
• Wolves: which are often seen as the guardians of the underworld.
• Ravens and crows: associated with the realm of the dead.
• Pluto: the planet associated with death and rebirth.
• Moon: is the celestial object associated with death, madness, and witchcraft.
• The wolf Gnaa, whose name translates to "the one of the deep" and is the guardian of the underworld.
• Helhest: a mystical three-legged horse that can run across the sky and the sea, carrying souls to the World of Death.
• The black dog Cegrim: which is said to guide souls to the land of Hel.
• The Norns: who are the three Goddesses who spin the fate of each individual soul.
FACTS ABOUT HEL:
• Holds a biconical horn, called a drink horn, which she uses to drain the souls from dead mortals.
• She is the daughter of Loki and Angrboda.
• Garmr (sometimes also called Garm) is the dog or hound that is considered to be Hel's guardian and protector in Norse mythology. Garm is a demonic and monstrous creature, with the size and strength of a bear, the aggression and cunning of a wolf, and the ferocity and loyalty of a dog. Garm is also immortal and has the unique ability to never sleep or rest, which makes him an incomparable guardian and companion to Hel.
• Bears the nickname Goddess of the Dead.
• She resides in a giant estate called Helheim.
HOW TO WORSHIP HEL:
To respectfully worship Hel, set up a sacred space dedicated to her and keep it organized and clean. Honor her symbols of death and rebirth with your attire, decorations, and rituals and rituals. Use colours associated with death and rebirth (black, dark purple, and dark green) in decorations and rituals. Light candles and incense during rituals and dispose of them responsibly.
HOW TO PRAY TO HEL:
To begin, you can address her by name and say something like:
"Hail Hel, Lady of the Underworld. I come to you seeking your guidance and protection. Please bless me with your wisdom and help me to walk the path of death and rebirth. Guide me into the realms of darkness, so I may emerge stronger and more enlightened.”
"Now that I have honored you and asked for your guidance, I offer this as a humble offering in your name. Accept my gratitude and blessings, and may our paths cross again in the future. Hail to you, Lady of the Underworld, I bid you farewell for now. Hail Hel.”
WHAT ARE SIGNS THAT HEL WANTS ME TO WORK WITH HER?
If your request to work with Hel has been accepted, here are some signs that you can look for:
• Feeling a sense of pull or attraction to her energy and teachings.
• Experiencing synchronicity or signs that point to her presence.
• You have dreams or visions about her.
• You hear/see her name on the TV, radio, online, in books, etc.
• You recently had a family member pass away
• You’re currently working on healing from religious trauma, specifically fears of death and Hell
• The Death card continually pops up in a reading
• Hagalaz rune is calling to you and showing up everywhere
• Hel’s animals are coming to you as a sign: dog, wolf, or horse
• An increased sense of devotion and reverence towards her.
• Feel drawn to her symbols or representations, such as skulls, bones, and Gothic imagery.
• Something in your life triggers an intense emotional or mental reaction where you feel a strong urge or desire to work with her and embrace her teachings.
• Experiencing a strong sense of passion, dedication, or devotion towards her.
If your request to work with Hel has not been accepted, you may notice the following signs:
• Strong sense of confusion, doubt, and disappointment.
• Intense negative feelings such as anger, frustration, or even guilt.
• Having a sense that something is off or missing, and a feeling of hopelessness and apathy.
• Feeling like your path is unclear, and a lack of direction and purpose.
• Lack of connection and familiarity with her energy and teachings.
Overall you need to be respectful of deities denying your request.
OFFERINGS:
• Money
• Jewelry with dark or gothic themes, as she is often depicted wearing such items in artwork.
• Precious stones
• Weaponry.
• Alcohol or other intoxicating substances.
• Herbs.
• Food or drinks: tea, soup, meat, honey, bread, milk, fruit, and other delicacies.
• Items that represent the cycle of life and death: such as bones, skulls, jewelry with a skeleton theme, and plants associated with death and rebirth.
• Fire or candles: associated with the realm of the dead.
• Music and instruments: she was said to be a talented musician and musician herself.
• Dried Flowers
• Blood
DEVOTIONAL ACTS FOR HEL:
• Keep a journal, record your thoughts and feelings about her.
• Create an altar or sacred space for her.
• Read or study books on Norse mythology and the goddess Hel.
• Pray to her and ask for her guidance and protection.
• Mindfully clean the graves of deceased loved ones. Talk to them when you visit. If you can’t visit your loved one’s graves, you can write to them and burn it. Watch the letter burn and think that the fire and smoke is delivering the message to them.
• Keep a small altar to honor your beloved who have passed and tend to it. Do not forget their names.
• Honour and embrace all of your emotions. This includes your negative emotions such as anger, jealousy, pain, etc. Accepting and acknowledging these emotions helps process them better and thus help you be a better person. Denying them allows them to fester.
• Do shadow work especially during Sundays.
• Do spirit work. Be cautious when you this and properly protect yourself and dismiss the spirit soon after.
• Do ancestral work and establish ancestral healing starting with you. This helps heal the ones who have come before you.
• Take time to sit in silence and watch the world move around you. You can do this in a symbolic way by leaving fruit like an apple outside and watch it rot.
• Meditate and learn the value of taking a pause in this fast-paced world.
• Accept change and adapt to it.
• Learn to appreciate the sudden changes or slight inconveniences in life. See the positive side of it.
• Learn the value of patience.
• Live your life as if it was your last (mindfully).
• Volunteer in cleaning cemeteries or in your local mortuary
• Keep a garden and care for it. (Some SDAs say she likes roses but she could ask you to care for other plants)
• Visit or volunteer in hospital work especially for the critically ill. Bring joy into their life even for a short while. You don’t know how much time they have left.
• Dress in neutral and dark colours.
• Dedicate a playlist for her.
• Collect animal bones. Clean then and breathe life into them (do so ethically, killing animals for bones is a blatant disrespect for Hel, the animal and the law).
• Adopt unwanted animals (the ones who are critically ill or are of old age) and give them the best life before they pass
• Carry an organ donor or a blood donor card.
• Enjoy fermented food and drinks such as wine and mead. Do not forget to toast to her name.
IS IT SAFE TO EAT OR DRINK AN OFFERING I GIVE TO HER?
It is not recommended to eat or drink offerings given to Hel because she is a powerful, protective, and guardian entity associated with the Underworld. She is a figure of death and rebirth, and she is responsible for ensuring the souls of the deceased cross over to the afterlife. Her energetic presence may not be fit for human consumption, and consuming offerings that were given to her may cause an imbalance in energy and a disruption in the connection with this deity. It is always better to err on the side of caution and avoid consuming offerings that were given to Hel.
#fyp#fypシ#fypシ゚viral#fypage#fyppage#tumblr fyp#satanist#satanism#deity#deity work#deity worship#occult#goddess#hel#norse mythology#death#underworld
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Hello hello ! Couldn't help but notice that your q!antoine design had horse(?) hooves :O
Do you have some hcs on what he is under this dirty cloak ?
I actually have a fullbody coloured drawing of him without the cloak somewhere in my files, whereas I’ll share it one day is up to whether or not I get a random confidence boost regarding my own designs and publicaly post them on impulse (but since you so kindly asked you get this one)
At first I wanted to make him some sort of eerie anthro cat underneath as a reference to the catboy meme
And then as I was watching cc!Antoine’s VODs his character happened to find a zombie horse head and wore it for about 4min and 22sec, and me being me it became free real estate and I horsegirled again
On top of that I kind of imprinted on people’s headcanons of him being an end creature hybrid, and stealing people's better ideas is the second thing I'm the most talented at (after turning everything into furry)
So to sum it up :
Underneath the cloak, my q!Antoine design is some sort of anthro unicorn x enderman-ish hybrid, with a shatered horn. He’s got a black pelt with a white star & snip marking on his head, and a short disheveled mane that runs all the way down to the middle of his spine. The skin on his ribcage is transluscent and purple light pierces through (for aesthetic✨), and if you look close enough (which he wouldn't let you do) you could see glimpses of his insides and whatnot.
He wears lime green waterproof leg wraps on each of his limbs (I wanted it to be practical with the whole dirt/mud thing, and this design choice could have made me look smart if I hadn't added heavy feathering on both his legs, which nullifies it all)
He has a flexible tail because I can, and anteater-like claws for hands (perfect for digging !)
Other headcanons I have in my head that I won't ever share if I don't do it now :
-His unicorn horn is broken, only the stump remains and it can hardly do any magic anymore, but I headcanon that he uses it when using the symetry wand instead of the actual in-game tool.
-With my eggs designs I like to sprinkle around bits of the parents' own appearances on top of it all, this is why my Pomme is a pony
-Speaking of Pomme, she's the only one q!Antoine is confortable enough with taking off his mask around for relatively long periods of time (which I imagine he would do when writing in his secret room)
-The other french-speakers have seen him without the mask at least once, but it was usually by accident and for merely a few seconds (For Baghera, it would probably be because curiosity got the best of her, so she would have forced a her way into the situation)
#qsmp#q!antoine#my art#ask#i checked my folder with my qsmp designs only to realize that so far a l l of the characters I've drawn display at least#one animal trait#headcanons
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shapes and colours. glow worms the lot of them
[ID: three digital drawings of nine original Flatland characters - Liz, Ruth, Chief Jr, Atlas, Stella, Irene, Vance, Elijah and Jasper - all on black backgrounds.
The first image shows Liz and Ruth, two line creatures. Liz is yellow with orange stars at either end of her body and three cilia. Ruth is green with a dent in the middle of her body, white patches and four cilia. Liz is positioned in a S-shape on the left. She is looking down at Ruth, who is in a vague sideways W-shape on the right. Both are smiling at each other.
The second photo shows Chief Jr, Atlas and Stella. Chief is a circle with a yellow and purple-blue crescent moon pattern and a white crown made from stars. Atlas is a pale yellow isosceles triangle with dents in two of his corners and three scars on his sides. Stella is a violet line creature with a purple four point star-shaped head and heart-shaped tail, four cilia and wearing a simple white crown. Chief and Atlas are on the left and facing Stella, who is facing back and curved into a S-shape. They are all smiling at each other.
The third photo shows Irene, Vance, Jasper and Elijah. Irene is a orange line creature with four cilia, a red double sickle-shaped head and a three-pointed tail. Vance is a golden isosceles triangle with a crack in one of his corners and the other is blunt. Jasper is a red wide-based isosceles triangle with two small black dots on one corner. Elijah is a mustard yellow irregular six-pointed star. Irene is at the top, wrapped around Jasper and Elijah. Elijah is smiling at her and she smiles back, while Jasper is looking at both of them and frowning. Vance is below them, looking upwards. He has a soft smile with a wrinkle forming around the corner of his mouth.
End ID].
infodump about the new recruits (Jasper, Elijah and Vance) under the cut because i cannot control myself rn
-Vance Huntsworth, as stated above, is the golden-yellow isosceles. Obviously the dad of Liz, Atlas, Jasper and Elijah - and Irene’s husband. His blunt corner was caused by constantly rubbing it off the cramped counter at his underground bar over the years, while his cracked corner was from losing a fight when he was younger and much rowdier. He’s much older now and his age has set in, showing in all of his blunt corners which are no longer sharp like any of his sons’. He’s much calmer now compared to how he was in his youth. He can still be threatening when he needs to be, but that’s rare nowadays.
-Jasper Huntsworth is the red wide-based isosceles - but this fact is unknown to him. Jasper is 12 and not very happy about not getting a visit from the Board to determine if he’s actually equilateral or just an isosceles. He wants to go and experience an apprenticeship in a real shop, not sit and wash the dishes or sweep the floor of his father’s bar every night. He makes this very clear to his parents, but they won’t hear any of it. Vance’s younger brother was equilateral and it broke his heart to see him get taken away from his family, so he refuses to let the same happen to his own son if he turns out to be equilateral as well.
-Elijah Huntsworth is the irregular mustard yellow six-point star and proof that star-trait genetics seem to run extremely strong in the Huntsworth family. Irene is constantly doting over him at home, which is the same building he’s been in for the past 8 years of his life. Similarly with Jasper, Irene and Vance know what will happen if the Board sees Elijah, so they keep them both hidden. While Jasper is at least allowed to go out of the house to the bar and to play with a select few neighbours in their estate, Elijah isn’t allowed to leave the house at all. He spends all of his time with his mother, and simply sleeps when she’s not around. In short, he’s a momma’s boy.
#also hc that as a shapes side count increases so does it’s colour on the colour scale#starting at red/orange/yellow and going to blue/purple#so my isosceles are mostly yellow and orange while my circles are purple#and then there’s ruth who’s just. green#we’re rocking with ruth cause ruth’s rocking with us#flatland#oc#elizabeth huntsworth#ruth galton#supernova#atlas huntsworth#chief jr.#stella#irene huntsworth#elijah huntsworth#jasper huntsworth#vance huntsworth#good lird that’s a lotta flatties
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tag people you want to get to know better
got tagged by @scalproie thanks so much!!
tagging: @queenaeducan @nomorecaffeineforyou @novatheastropirate @skyeventide @ladyshandioftheendless and literally anyone who'd like to do this! No obligation to those tagged of course <3
last song: Temple of Love by The Sisters of Mercy
currently watching: Nothing, but I feel like rewatching FMA:B real soon
three ships: Kazjun is taking up the majority of real estate rn, for the other two I'm gonna say griddlehark, and maybe OCs are cheating but my dnd cleric jiǔ húdié and their spouse jiǔ fèng who is an oath of devotion paladin a friend of mine is playing in a strahd campaign have my heart so bad!
favorite color: Every shade of purple is banger but it's #9370DB for me.
currently consuming: Double fisting mint tea and a white monster like the unholy creature I am
first ship: Xena/Gabrielle I think! Xena/Ares I liked too but not as much haha
place of birth: Ireland
current location: Florida tho not for much longer!!
relationship status: Nope
last movie: The Japanese musical version of Dracula where the lead role is played by a woman!! It might actually be my fave fucking adaptation of the story and has changed my brain chemistry
currently working on: SO many WIPs oh my god my libra ass is completely unable to prioritize anything someone please help me budget this my family is dying
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Can you write Shinobu made a joke against yn by making fake hickey which made yn angry and upset with Shinobu cheating on her. In the end Shinobu persuaded yn by stating that it was a fake hickey. The next day Shinobu comes to hashira's meeting with a full hickey on her neck by yn in retaliation for making a joke.
Fake Hickey
Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader
A/N: Those demon slayer outfits tho. Those high collared jackets made me have to think a bit for this one. It got a little spicy. Hope you like it! Word Count: 1,464
Shinobu was feeling unusually bored this morning as she got ready for her day. It was one of those rare periods of peace where she had nothing pressing she had to be working on so she had more time to herself. (Y/n) had been sent off on a mission a couple nights ago as well, so it made the free time especially dull. Fortunately, she was due back anytime now and Shinobu was growing restless waiting for her return.
Shinobu sighed as she uncapped her lip gloss and applied it, looking at her reflection in her vanity mirror as she did so to make sure it didn’t smudge over the outline of her lip. As she painted, an idea began to take shape. She pulled the brush away and a mischievous smile spread across her face. She pulled at the neckline of her yukata, letting it slip around her shoulders, took out an array of pink, red and purple makeup and got to work on her new art project.
Idle hands truly are the devil’s workshop.
(Y/n) walked down the path exhausted but satisfied. She had managed to save a whole family in just the nick of time and beheaded the demon easily. Her nichirin blade had gone through the neck of that miserable creature like warm butter. The only inconvenience was having to walk so far from the Butterfly Estate to where her assignment had been, so naturally it was a bit of a hike getting back as well.
When she made it home, she made a beeline right to Shinobu’s room, hoping to catch her in the middle of her morning routine before she headed off to take care of whatever needed her attention today. She would sweet talk her way into a few kisses and then go to bed. She approached the door to Shinobu’s room and knocked, announcing her presence. She heard Shinobu shuffling around the room before she answered back, giving (Y/n) permission to enter.
She was surprised to see Shinobu still dressed in her sleepware, a blanket wrapped over her shoulders as she glided across the room to greet (Y/n) up close. She gave Shinobu a hug, laughing a bit and apologizing for her fingers accidentally tugging at Shinobu’s unbrushed hair.
“Why aren’t you dressed yet? It’s getting late, you know.”
“I’ve had a couple days to myself. Nothing too pressing. I can afford to laze around a bit.” Shinobu replied, adjusting her blanket to rest higher against her neck.
“Not just afford, you’ve earned the right a million times over,” (Y/n) nuzzled her forehead against Shinobu’s, her eyes closed, “Everyone is probably lost without you, but if anyone deserves a break, it’s you.”
“Aren’t you sweet.” Shinobu whispered back, a smirk tugging at her lips. It was time to start phase two.
She captured her girlfriend’s lips in a teasing kiss, egging her on until she began taking the lead, pushing Shinobu back until she bumped into her desk. She giggled between kisses as (Y/n) picked her up and sat her down on the desk. Phase three… Shinobu encouraged (Y/n)’s hands to travel upward, humming against her lips when she finally grasped the blanket and pulled it down to let it fall to the desk. Phase four… she worked her fingers over the back of her girlfriend’s neck, massaging gently, and pulling her head ever so surely downward. Kisses were painted in a trail against her jaw and neck and hands pushed open her yukata, sliding it off of her shoulders. Any second now…
(Y/n) froze.
“What is it, darling?” Shinobu found it extremely hard to keep the mirth out of her voice, but she continued to feign ignorance to get a complete reaction.
(Y/n) pulled away, her eyes fixated on Shinobu’s collar bone and where her chest peaked out from beneath her rumpled yukata. On her porcelain white skin, a few marks of pink, red and even purple marred her otherwise flawless complexion. (Y/n) wasn’t dumb, she knew what those marks were and she sure hadn’t left Shinobu with any in recent weeks. She felt the blood drain from her face and a sudden cold pool in her stomach. Had Shinobu really… cheated on her?
“Cat’s got your tongue? Nothing here you haven’t already seen before.” Shinobu teased. Did she have any idea just how far she was pushing this little ‘joke’ of hers?
(Y/n) was too stunned to speak, but the expressions that fought over control of her face did all of the talking for her. Confusion, disbelief, anguish, anger, betrayal… there was a lot to unpack. (Y/n)’s total concentration breathing went totally out the window as her biggest priority became not letting Shinobu see her cry, but one tear did manage to escape before (Y/n) could turn around and that was when Shinobu finally realized that maybe she wasn’t the funniest person ever right now.
She had expected anger. For some reason, she thought that would have been hilarious to see her girlfriend all up in arms, ready to kill an affair that didn’t exist. She didn’t think (Y/n) would cry!
“(Y/n), love, wait,“ Shinobu hopped off of the desk to beat (Y/n) to the door, l know how this will sound, but these are not what you think they are.”
“You do not get to call me that anymore and are you kidding me? I’m not as stupid as you apparently think I am Shi… Kochou!” Though tears were still threatening to fall, her expression was definitely furious now. “I don’t know how long this has been going on, but I’m not going to play the part of the fool any longer.”
Shinobu pushed (Y/n) away from the door, not an easy feat since she was as mad as a charging bull, and held one hand out, begging (Y/n) to stay put for just a moment. She licked her fingers and rubbed at the makeup like her life depended on it, imploring (Y/n) to watch how the makeup smudged across her skin.
“I’m sorry! It was a joke! A joke in very, very, bad taste.” She spoke hurriedly, frantically. She searched (Y/n)’s face, relaxing a hair when (Y/n) reached out to swipe her finger over her collarbone, then drew her finger back to rub the makeup between her fingers. After a long, tense silence, (Y/n) grumbled,
“I’m still mad at you.”
“I know, and I deserve it. I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what I was thinking,” Shinobu slowly edged closer like a puppy that knew it did wrong but was still hoping to be pet, “forgive me, please, I’ll do anything.”
(Y/n) gave her an incredulous look, “Anything?”
“Anything.” Shinobu repeated.
(Y/n) blew a long stream of air through her nose and crossed her arms over her chest. A light sweat began to roll down Shinobu’s forehead as she awaited her verdict. Finally, Shinobu’s heart soared when (Y/n) waved her the rest of the way in and she leapt into her arms. Relief filled her when (Y/n) pressed a kiss to her cheek, but she was suddenly taken off guard when (Y/n) slipped further down and latched onto a spot just below her jaw.
“(Y/n),” Shinobu swallowed, “I know I said anything, but I have a Hashira meeting later this afternoon and you are aiming a little too high.”
“Guess you should have thought about that then.” (Y/n), though still upset, smirked as she switched sides, making Shinobu hiss. “I’ll make this quick then so you can get ready. Wouldn’t want to keep them waiting.”
***
Shinobu entered the Master’s garden with only minutes to spare. She tugged at the collar of her uniform as high as it could go, but it still wasn’t enough, (Y/n) had made sure of that. She had briefly thought of wearing her hair down, but that might’ve drawn more attention to herself. No matter, she would just play the part of a Tomioka in the corner and slip out as soon as the meeting ended.
“Afternoon, Shinobu-chan!” Mitsuri greeted cheerfully skipping towards her friend who was dying inside with every step she took in her direction.
“Hello, Kanroji-san, good afternoon.” Though she wore her usual smile she was unusually tense.
Then as Mitsuri narrowed the gap, Shinobu saw her eyes dart to her neck, and before she could ask her to be discreet, Mitsuri loudly proclaimed,
“Shinobu-chan! what happened to your neck! It’s all covered in red marks. Did you have an allergic reaction?”
More eyes shifted in their direction to get a look, Uzui took one glance before howling with laughter. Others who understood were mercifully quiet, but the damage was done. This was going to be awkward for awhile. Shinobu would surely think twice before trying to play a joke like that on (Y/n) again.
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Primavera
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Aspiring hunters visit the historic Harker Estate at all times of the year to partake in hands-in training. Craig had flown in just a few days ago and had already seen his first (heavily restrained) vampire up-close, and had gotten to talk with a lot of very experienced hunters. And god, there were so many shops full of weapons: knives and stakes and crucifixes of all sorts. He felt like a kid in a candy shop.
On a sunny, Wednesday morning, he got up bright and early and put on his best black polo. He had an appointment to meet the world’s longest-held captive vampire.
At eleven-thirty sharp, he met its handler in a quiet corner of the estate grounds. The handler was a tall, imposing man named Javier. When they exchanged names, Javier shook his hand firmly, and said, “I am very happy that there are still people interested in seeing Primavera.”
“It’s an honor, sir,” Craig said. He rubbed his sweaty hands against his pants. “I mean, it’s not every day you get to meet a hundred and twenty year-old vampire.”
“Ah, that is true,” Javier sighed. “You know, when I met Vera, she was owned by a different handler, and had a different name.”
Craig nodded, and said, “oh, yeah, I think I remember reading about that.”
“So you did your homework!” Javier smiled. “Well, I suppose I should not keep you waiting any longer. Come with me.”
Javier walked Craig through a maze of brick pathways, past hedges, thickets, and patch after patch of purple alliums. As they went, Javier talked about the history of his prized possession. The vampire first appeared in the historical record sometime around 1900, just years after the Dracula became known to the world at large. He said that some believed her to be the first person turned into a vampire, and that it definitely happened by accident before the process was well understood. “And, only people who come meet her get to know this, but the name Primavera is my own little joke,” Javier admitted.
Craig said, “oh, really?”
“It is similar to primera, which means first.” Javier smiled. “First to be turned, first to be captured. And a fascinating creature, too.”
He stopped in front of a small house- his house, tucked away in the ancient conifers and landscaping. It was painted a lovely forest green, and the doormat said, ¡oh no! ¿Tú otra vez? The front doorknob had an ornate cross engraved in it.
Inside, the space was homey and inviting, all dark hardwood and old bookshelves. Javier led him to a steel door that looked very out of place, and opened it to reveal a dark stairwell.
They descended the stairs, Craig hesitantly, Javier confidently.
What Craig saw at the bottom of the stairs was much… less that he expected. There should have been a cocoon of chains around an old, proud seductress. A thousand crucifixes, an iron maiden of stakes. He looked into the dark corners of the room, expecting the vampire to jump out at him. There was just dust, and a single withered body on the floor.
Javier walked right up to the corpse, and nudged it with its foot. Craig suddenly felt stupid- that wasn’t a victim; the vampire had not been fed in decades. The body moved, the ancient bellows of its lungs coming to life in ragged breaths.
“Up and at ‘em, cariño,” Javier said. “Up.”
The vampire opened its sunken eyes, and stared up at Javier. Its pupils dilated in slow-motion, and it had striking irises, deep brown with a ring of pink in the center.
With arms literally as thin around as its bones, the vampire slowly pulled itself up. It parted its lips, and emitted soft huffs of breath. Even propping itself up on its elbows seemed a Sisyphean task.
“Tenemos un amigo nuevo, Primavera.” Javier spoke to it softly, as one might to a lover in the early, pre-dawn hours.
The only sound Primavera seemed able to make was a breathy, “ah…” Its head turned towards Craig, its crusty eyes not quite looking at him.
“Uhm,” Craig said, looking to Javier for guidance. At Javier’s encouragement, Craig moved closer, and crouched down. “Hello there.”
The vampire made another breathy sound, and then sniffed the air. It was only wearing a pair of cheap-looking basketball shorts, and the scars threading across its skin were all visible. It was as if someone wrapped a mummy in scar tissue instead of linen. It hunched in on itself, face blank as an animal’s.
Javier crouched down next to Craig, and caressed the vampire’s cheek with curled fingers. To Craig, he said, “Primavera doesn’t really understand what goes on around her anymore. It is incredible that she still responds at all.”
Craig did not touch Primavera. To Javier, he said, “does she still produce venom?”
“A little,” Javier said, and he slipped his thumb into Primavera’s mouth. The vampire opened its jaw, its fangs extended. Javier pressed against the back of the fang, and coaxed out the smallest droplet of clear venom. Its pupils went slitted, like it was feeding, but none of the other reflexes were there.
Javier pulled his finger away, and Primavera leaned towards it, like a tired old dog hoping for another treat. He wiped his hand on his pants, and said, “you should feel her skin.”
“I dunno,” Craig said. He eyed the vampire, with its matted hair and dirty face. It looked like something that would give him fleas and ringworm.
“You may never get another chance,” Javier said. “As a hunter, most vampires you touch will be dead-dead. But Vera is only mostly dead. One of a kind.” He smiled when he spoke of the vampire.
Craig looked at Primavera, and reached out. He cupped her cheek, and found it to be room temperature. Like something left out to thaw. It leaned heavily into his hand.
Javier chuckled. “She likes you.”
Craig didn’t know what to say. He watched carefully for a sign that the vampire would bite him. Its eyes were sliding shut, and it made no move to lunge at him. It was restrained only by its own weakness.
Fascinating, indeed.
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Welcome to the estate of purple creatures!!
003: Valentine
A LONG TIME AGO:
Seeing the darkness and chaos reach out to him, he already felt hopeless a he fall down to his knees. No longer trying to escape what's have been done for hundred of turns.
'why do I even remember...
This pain....' tearfully he felt sick wanting to change his destiny. He always found himself in the same loop of fate where his controlled by someone who look like him, killing his friends and destroying his own world. It's either this or be killed what become of his one of his dear friend..
< So you want asylum from all of the chaos?>
He heard a voice spoke to him, his eyes widen in shock before fear creeps into his heart, he saw the core fae who's one of the reason those event happened to him—appeare before him.
< I'll help you >
Before he can say anything. He heard a snap and he found himself in another place. a beautiful garden. The fae turn to a smoll pixie and look at him while floating around.
< Purples like you shelter in this place. You should able to stay here everytime chaos takes over your body. >
"H-huh... Why are you helping me..... What do you want from me!?" He felt panic, he can't trust this person. There's no good reason someone would help him. His not even close to them!
< Because your Ai close friend. And it's a canon event for you to stay here. > They shrugged their shoulder before they give a candy to him.
< From today on, you'll be called Valentine or val. In this minor where theres lot of you who have the same Original name, you need identity to be called your own.> They added.
They seems to be in a deep thought for a moment:
< that name would protect you and you can stay here because you have an "original" name >
"What .... Please! Pls explain more!" He really don't understand what's going on.
< Take care of yourself val~ till next time. Btw you need to pay rent in this place. This is not free~ byeeeeeeee>
Before he can ask more the core fae disappear leaving him even more confuse.
"Oh my, what's this? A new < friend > that I don't know would arrive~ tell me, ghost am I seeing things?" He heard someone spoke behind him, he turn around quickly In defense mechanism and was about to throw what's his holding in his hand but he saw someone who look like him but have a short hair..
"A-are you that chaos...?! N-no you don't have long hair or butterfly feature like him... You look more " sane" that he was...." He was nervous but break down his own assumption.
"Me "sane"? Oh?? How rare." The other him in a lab coat seems to find his description quite interesting.
"Quite interesting in fact, I'll let you stay instead of feeding you to My dogs." He smile innocently at valentine. Who's eyes widen in shock, the person turn around and start to walk away.
"Ghost can bring you to a room. Your rent, would be pay by a task or orders. Through you don't need to pay anything yet. I find no use of your help for a moment.... Till then, < Valentine of Core world > " the doctor disappear into a door, and the door disappear with him.
"What's going on...." Val cannot help but question many things yet he felt someone tap him the shoulder and he back away and look defensive as he stared yet to another look alive but this time he seems to be wearing a butler like outfit. Holding a notebook and saying.
[ I'm Ghost clown #01 of all purples. Please to meet you. Please come with me. I'll take you to your room ]
This person reminds him of a dark fae energy but he seems tame... He nodded his head and can't do anything and went to follow along.
It was the day where he come to the estate, a place full of alters of his that's here for a reason. But it's different reason than he have.
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PRESENT
Two Days before the Dinner:
03:00 AM
Estate- Kitchen
- Valentine -
Val doesn't understand why he was force to stay up late to make chocolate with this crazy lunatic ( doctor ) when he could be enjoying sleep. But like anyone else can deny the orders of this bastard. So he is force to mix the big pot of chocolate as the doctor put lots of Crystal hearts that He ( Val) was force to farm from back in his world.
"I don't think that's..." Should be mix with the chocolate..' he wanted to say but. Keep the rest of the words as the doctor already putting something sparkle and something that look like a black hole inside a box to the pot, causing a smoll mushroom explosion of rainbows to happen, but Val already put defense magic before hand to not be effected by it and doctor is wearing a full biohazard suit.
So there's not much of effect cause to the two but did mess in the stove, it will be clean by Ghost tomorrow.... Probably.
"There's no "I don't think" people are just dumb to not even try~" doc said as he put "fish eggs"...????? To the pot before he close the lid. "Anyway, we just have to let it cook for like... 3 days." He stared at his watch before he look at the mess in the kitchen.
"Tell ghost to use the second kitchen and not this one. I don't want anyone entering this place when I'm out... Also go get clean up, you smell like unicorn waste mix with rotten golden duck eggs." He cover his nose through the mask as he step away from Val who felt very offended by what doc said cause clear this is the fault of his!!
"I--" he can't even say anything to complain when the others open a door that appear beside him and then walk through it, the door disappear as it closes. Val sighs as he look at the pot, he rub his fingers together out of nervousness and trying to stay warm. As he did that he suddenly realize what Doc mean that he stink.
"Ack... Aghn... SO STINKY!" His eyes water before he suddenly felt his skin is nothing but full of dirt and disgusting. He quickly went out of the kitchen and went to take a bath in his room, through he did passes by Niki who's chatting with Xeoren in the aquarium.
"That smell...." The undead monarch stared at the direction where val went in hurry before he stared at the sea folk in the aquarium who tapped a Morse code to him.
"So that [ doc ] is working on your wish?" Question Niki, the other nodded before yawning. "... I don't really understand how contract works, through I'm just a space renter in this place, a living in cook that help with that Ghost fellow.
"Oh well... Those sort of things will only cause me to be hungry." He mumble before he wave his hand farewell to his fish friend, going back to his "room" but went pass one of the doors that his well familiar with, but the owner of the room isn't in the estate anymore.
he notice the door is slightly open. Peaking inside, he saw his friend Solitaire with Kiseki sleeping peacefully, soli seems to be telling stories to Kiseki as there's a book in bed but the young child hugs hugs his blue dragon and pink swan stuff toy tightly in the sleep while in the arms of his father.
"Niki...?" He heard his friend called for him as he is a light sleeper. "Did something happen?" Soli ask in a low tone not wanting to wake up his child. "Nope. I was just roaming around. It's devils hours anyway. I'll go sleep later." The undead commented not wanting to disturb the two and quickly leaving the room.
He went to his room that was shared with the other undead in the estate, that person is rather... Tame at the moment staring at the window. Reflecting the moon.
"What's wrong Z...?" He appraoch the fellow undead who just stared silently in the moon. The other ignores him, and just stared at the moon.
"Well good night then." Niki sigh as he went to his side of the room and slept for the night. He still need to cook for breakfast with ghost in the morning after all.
Character Profile #5
Purple creature #17: Valentine
A fae from the core world / Crystal hearts. A victim of Chaos Butterfly ( in which golden rings in eyes is one of the sign ) is in the estate cause of core, lives there to take asylum from constantly being game over and possession.
He rarely interact with everyone in the estate because he doesn't trust other alter of his especially after Chaos era. But he can be social if wanted to.
Abilities: his a bat fae. He have a bat form but his not a vampire. He can do expertise in magic as well but he rarely the type that would attack anyone. He flee than fight.
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Equal as Parasites
A fire blazed comfortably within the large fireplace of the expansive sitting room of the Gray estate, the need for its warmth ever present due to Ishgard’s rather eternal state of winter. The sounds of the popping wood and crackling flames was muted, however, by the tones of macabre and melancholy as eerie notes rang through the otherwise quiet manor. Long delicate fingers graced over the keys, ushering the sound to life despite the particular morbid demeanor to the tune. Cordelia was nestled on the edge of a velvet cushioned bench, her posture immaculate as she played the grand piano. The depth of the blackened wood made the instrument seem daunting, like it might spring from its inanimate state and scare those who might stare for too long.
She had taken to playing following the gathering at the Cress estate, it was something she tended to do when her thoughts swirled. Cordelia had known that Damien was setting his sights on weaseling into the Cress family somehow, of course via the older sister. But it had not quite occurred to her until tonight that Valeria had once been previously betrothed which brought her thoughts back to one Ricard Blythe. The details of the arrangement she was not privy to, nor were the details of why it had been called off, which caused her curiosity to pique even higher especially now that her brother-in-law seemed to be inserting himself where Ricard once had been. It had been a time since Lady Gray had wrapped up her original business with him and she initially had opted to keep her distance, at least for a time.
The Gray estate remained quiet in Cordelia’s absence. It allowed Damien a chance to scour the halls of his childhood without much of a care and away from the prying eyes of his sister-in-law and her lackeys. While Damien still found himself without a prized object that had once belonged to Ambrose, he still made an attempt to locate the object. Cordelia’s business outside of the estate proved to make that investigation only slightly easier. After an unsuccessful attempt, Damien had recalled himself to his quarters as a means of distraction. He was set to leave to check in on the status of his chocobos and their training in some days time, but he’d remain within the walls for now.
“Lady Gray has returned,” the familiar voice of Laurent spoke as the door closed behind the blonde haired man. Damien had eyed him for a lingering moment as he slid off of the bench along the window.
“I suppose it's best we go and attempt to pry?” Damien asked with a hint of amusement in his tone as he made his way out of his quarters. The thick leather boots he wore stopped right below his knee and his attire was typical for what Damien normally wore. A sense of dress that only showed his family’s aptitude in textiles. His trousers were well made and tailored to his fit frame, the dark purple vest featured a brocade pattern set in silver and his shirt was white and made of the finest quality. Though the sleeves were rolled and the collar has several buttons undone.
He would stop by the drink trolley as he heard the sound of the keys to pour himself a drink of red wine as he carried on towards the piano. “A lovely sound coming from such a wretched creature,” he spoke to alert her of his presence as he sipped from the wine.
She was hardly surprised at his arrival, though boorish as he may have been. It was only a matter of time before he would grace her with his droning presence. “Oh, Damien, you wound me so.” Cordelia quipped in return, hands continuing their dance over the ivory keys despite her words speaking over the sound. Not even her attention was pulled from her task before her, gray eyes content on her watching as she brought music to life. “Was there something you required?"
At her recognition of him, he approached further inside of the room. The glass was brought to his lips as he allowed himself another savor of the wine. “Required? Oh no,” he’d reply in a bit of mock surprise. How could he possibly need anything from the more than generous Lady Gray. His feet would stop next to the piano and he’d set the glass down atop it as he watched her fingers sweep along the keys for a moment. “I was made aware that you had a little conversation with Lady Cress,” Damien began with furrowed brows. “Perhaps the gossip is getting to your head a little too much, Lady Gray.”
Still, her attention held true to the piano as he spoke, giving no inclination that she planned to raise that steel gaze toward him. “Gossip? I do not recall partaking in any gossip, Damien, it would seem your insecurities are getting to your head a little too much, hm?” With this, Cordelia offered the briefest of glances up at him, perhaps flashing the shadow of a smirk over her darkened lips.
A frustrated sigh seemed to leave his lips as he finished off the remainder of the wine from the glass and set the empty one down atop the piano that she had sat at. “It seems your memory is going then, dear Cordelia.” He chided as his eyes rolled ever so slightly. His arms folded over his broad chest casually as the fabric of his shirt tightened around his muscular arms. “Valeria Cress has made me aware that she’s forbidden from seeing me due to the information you provided her sister.” He was much more forward now. There was no intricate hiding of his tone. “So,” he began as his arms unfolded and he moved to lean atop the piano and bring himself closer to her. “I wonder what web you’re weaving now, Lady Gray.”
Finally the music came to a stop, bringing back the ever present eerie silence to the halls around them yet again until she spoke in response. “The information and discussion had with Lady Cress was based on truths, hardly gossip.” She adjusted on the bench, tilting her head upward to address him. “Careful not to show your delicate ego too much.” With the quip, her hands reached for the lid of the piano to cover the keys before gently scooting the bench back to allow for room so that she might stand. “When the brief idea of you spending time with Valeria arose at dinner, I said the decision would go through me in its finality, and I meant it.”
He had taken a step back when she had scooted back on the bench and stood up from her place at the piano. His back straightened and his shoulders squared as his eyes bore down at her. Their height difference was noticeable, as was the case when it came to most people with Damien. He was tall with a fit frame and the well tailored clothing only made him look taller. “Careful Lady Gray,” he quipped as he took a step closer to her to close the distance and craned his neck ever so slightly. “There seems to be a trend of the heads of House Gray meeting untimely deaths as of late. We would all be devastated to see you become part of the trend.”
A playful and coy smile then graced her lips as she met him with a step closer of her own, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek. “It is so nice that you’re finally accepting me in my rightful position. High time has come for you to move on from this.” She cooed, softly patting his cheek before continuing. “For let us be honest with ourselves, the power and wealth wasn’t the only thing you envied of your brother.”
Her lips pressed together as her tongue flicked over them quickly. “I trust you will continue to stay in line and not cause issues with the Court. I am ensuring work that Ambrose could not and won’t have you soiling that.”
There was a momentary pause of his movements when he felt the feeling of her fingertips along his cheek. The air within the estate remained rather cool unless you were quite near a fireplace given that the building was largely composed of stone. His jaw clenched and his mead colored eyes remained fixated on her as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “I’ve not accepted anything,” he gritted through clenched teeth. Her follow up comment had caused him to scoff in amusement as he shook his head in a swift movement to pull his face away from her. “The only thing you offered my brother was the warmth between your legs and the youth of your features. Your one job was to bring another Gray into this world and you have failed at that; just as you fail at running his endeavors.”
A simple tch echoed in the large room as Cordelia scoffed with a grin. “Please, Damien, you know well enough that the lack of a young Gray was not on my shoulders. The amount of women outside and inside these walls your brother laid with and not a single one fostered a child? Mm, let us hope this infliction did not spread to you as well.” She began to turn from him to take her leave all the while continuing to spew her well aimed poison. “You do not have a leg to stand on with that accusation as you know very well the Gray business is flourishing and is continuing to do so beyond what dear old brother could manage.”
There was something infuriating about her. There always had been. He was unsure why Ambrose had decided or agreed to marry her. She was cunning and manipulative and so was Ambrose but it appeared that Cordelia had just edged him out in the end. While he wouldn’t outright accuse Cordelia of foul play to her face, he knew that this wasn’t some innocent instance where she had no involvement at all. “Flourishing, right…” He’d drone off with a roll of his eyes. “You forsake my father’s legacy and business partners by engaging in shady practices enforced by that Ala-Mhigan brute you’ve got roaming the halls.”
She paused in her retreat, a quiet moment passing before a dark chuckle escaped her that sounded a lot deeper due to the halls around them. “Do you have a sudden concern with morality, Damien?” The inquiry came as she spun around to address him with a stern tone, leveling her gaze on him despite the height difference. “The ledgers speak for themselves and as they continue to grow, as will the success of the Gray name. I’M doing that. Not Ambrose, not Virgil Gray, ME. You can whine and groan all you want about me and what transpired with your brother, but you will not deny my success and you will fall in line because despite your incessant complaints I am the head of your household, Lord Gray.”
Their back and forth was normally limited to she and Ambrose. While Damien loved Ambrose, he knew that there were qualities within him that others disliked and that were
not in any way favorable. He’d allow Cordelia and others to lodge complaints against Ambrose and his character but a line was crossed when she mentioned his father. Virgil was kind and hardworking. He was an all around good father that cared legitimately about his children and his businesses and wanted his family to succeed and Damien wasn’t about to allow Cordelia to speak of him. In a swift moment, Damien had reached out to grab the collar of her dress to forcefully slam her into the wall of the estate. “You, Cordelia of Nothing, do not get to speak on my father as if you are anything but a speck of dust in his shadow.”
Her body stiffened as she braced for the force of slamming to the wall, her hand instinctively shot up to take hold of his wrist. While her strength didn’t entirely match his, she held her own well enough. “Remove your hand from me, Damien, before I see that it is removed from you.” Cordelia felt little fear for most in life and her brother in law was hardly an excuse to that. Then again, even if she was fearful even the slightest, not a soul would be able to tell. “I believe it is you that is of nothing. Little land, a title merely in name alone. You should be thankful of the work I am doing for your family name.”
Her request of him removing his hand had gone ignored. He was not keen to remove it and certainly was not going to do something that she asked purely because she asked alone. No, his grip only tightened as he twisted the fabric of her shirt and his knuckles turned white from the pressure. “Remove my hand?” He asked in a tone of slight amusement. “Are you threatening me now, Cordelia? Let’s not tread in waters that may be too deep.” His tone had deepened as his gaze narrowed. No one aside from Laurant and Alain had known of Damien’s descent with the voidsent and they didn’t even comprehend the powers that he had obtained and was now capable of. “I’ll be thankful for you when you’re dead.”
Cordelia narrowed her eyes at him, a twitch of a smirk on her lips. “Who’s threatening who now, Damien?” With her one hand remaining on his wrist, the other swiftly reached up to pluck the one of the large hair pins from her twisted updo which allowed for her raven locks to fall slightly. She brought the pin just before his eye, gripping it tightly with the point directed at his pupil. “Do not make me ask again. Walk away.”
He was unsurprised to find out that Cordelia had some sort of weapon on her, even one disguised as a hairpin. His head canted to the side slightly to bring the tip away from his pupil to rest along the flesh of his cheek just below the corner of his eye. He’d lean in slightly, the tip of the pin pricking his flesh to draw blood. The grip on her shirt had relaxed only so that he could reposition his fingers around her neck. His grip tightened and the muscles in his arm had flexed underneath the tailored shirt. If he had wanted to, he could’ve easily lifted her off of the stone floor to bring her eye level. “You tempt things you do not understand, Cordelia,” he spoke, his tone dropping slightly as his gaze narrowed.
She tensed now at the feeling of his hand around her throat, the slowly deprived airway causing her to begin to lose her balance the longer his grip remained. Still, she showed no signs of fear, her pride took over way too much for such things. With a raspy voice, she offered one last warning, though gave no opportunity for him to remove his handle on her. Pulling the pin from his face, she swiftly jabbed it toward his arm to aim at his wrist with a forceful thrust. “I said…let me go!”
There was no doubt that she meant what she said. He knew Cordelia to be someone of her word and they were both bordering on a dangerous game. Though he did not entirely expect her to drive the hairpin deeply into his wrist. The sudden movement had caused Damien to hiss in pain as he drew his injured hand back away from her throat. The other hand had swung back to deliver a backhanded smack of full force along the side of Cordelia’s face. “You bitch,” he spat through gritted teeth as his hand recoiled after the smack to grab the thicker end of the hairpin and slowly pull it from his flesh.
Initially she was pleased with the damage she had caused though when his hand swung and made contact with her cheek, an audible and innate gasp escaped her. Her face turned from him with the force and she kept her gaze off to the side as fingers softly grazed the tender skin that now nearly glowed red. Cordelia was able to show restraint in most things and instances, surprisingly the same restraint was shown here despite the heavy rise and fall of her chest. Finally looking back to him, the hand that held to her face now shot toward him, a finger pointing directly to his chest. “I warned you, Damien. Stand down, learn your place, the same place you have been put by your own family. I’m done here.” With that, she turned and attempted to push past him to take her leave.
When the entirety of the pin had been removed from his wrist, he had dropped it to the floor as he tore part of his sleeve from his shirt away so that he could wrap it tightly around his wrist. “You act so pompous,” he retorted as his hand tightly gripped his wrist as it bled through the white fabric. “You’d be nothing without Ambrose. Without the Gray’s and here you are acting as if you created it yourself.” When she attempted to stomp past him, Damien had used his larger body to block her path as his shoulders hunched slightly to bring his features closer to hers. “I will get so much satisfaction in feeding you to the voidsent.”
Cordelia stopped in her tracks, obviously her smaller form being caught against him. “Send your shadows, Damien, I do not fear the darkness. Now, move.” At this point, her eyes were locked onto his with a deep fire.
There was a glare shot down at her as she responded. While he knew that Cordelia had possessed a certain darkness of her own, he also knew what his was capable of and she had clearly put a target on her back. He’d hum in frustration for a moment before he stepped to the side to allow her to pass so that he could tend to his wound.
As she pushed passed him again, she paused only for a brief moment to glance over her shoulder. "Touch me again and I will kill you where you stand."
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Waterwraith
Phasma Sapiens / Original creator: Nintendo
Creative liberties: not much (this is just how much I'm deviating from the source material, be it adding new information or changing it to my liking)
Alright most of y'all are probably thinking "hey that's not the Waterwraith's scientific name, it's Amphibio Sapiens not Phasma Sapiens", to which I say, I don't care. The Waterwraith has practically nothing to do with amphibians. Sure, the Waterwraith is found in the submerged castle which is located underwater, but the cave itself isn't that wet. Sure there's a few puddles here and there but I don't think it's enough to call the Waterwraith amphibious. Also in pickmin 4 there are three other Waterwraiths found in caves that don't have anything to do with water. I think the Waterwraith's name moreso comes from it's appearance so I took the liberty of changing it's scientific name to better reflect it's ghostly appearance. Also any other true wraiths will have the Phasma genus. I kept Sapiens as the species name though because it's fitting for reasons I'll explain in a bit.
With that minor rant about the waterwraith's scientific name over, let's actually talk about this dude. Waterwraiths are pretty standard compared to other true wraiths. They're average sized for a wraith, have a somewhat wide body shape with thin arms, short legs, and are colored a very dark purple. This species of wraith also has the most sightings by far. There are at least 4 different waterwraiths seen in Pikmin 4. One in the engulfed castle, one in the final trial of the sage leaf, and two in the cavern for a king, and all of these wraiths return the next day after being killed which is canonically because of new ones filling in the free real estate, meaning that there's way more waterwraiths out there.
The thing that makes this species special however is its ability to use tools. Waterwraiths are known to use large stone pillars to steamroll it's prey with great efficiency. They also cause a great sense of fear and panic in those around it. It's likely that this is either to make the hunt easier, by making the prey less focused and susceptible to making mistakes, or it's to make the hunt more entertaining to the waterwraith. Like other true wraiths we don't know whether they hunt for fun, or if there's some other reason behind it.
It's unknown where or how waterwraiths get their rollers. Given their structure it's unlikely that they are naturally formed so it's possible that they're made by the waterwraith, but I find it hard to believe they could do this on its own so I believe it either uses other tool to sculpt them or some other unknown creature makes the rollers for them. Both of these possibilities suggest that waterwraiths could be more intelligent than initially thought.
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Beautiful Horror Movies
This set of movies are all built around the idea that they’re a treat for the eyes and ears. Even if you don’t like the plot or characters, you can still enjoy the visuals and sound. They’re all undoubtedly horror, but still beautiful.
It Follows: A movie full of carefully-crafted shots where every other frame could be a movie poster on its own. The costumes and sets create a world somewhere out of time, where silent films with organ music live side by side with e-readers, and the whole world is green and summery while the cast wears scarves and wool coats. Even background objects, like a lamp or a set of homemade windchimes, are deliberately made to evoke a specific mood. The soundtrack is eerie and discomforting, but serene. The plot is simple and even a bit derivative, but the world itself is immersive.
Annihilation: The colors are bright, even psychedelic. The Shimmer fills the air with rainbows. Within the altered world live uncannily beautiful creatures, like graceful white deer with flowering antlers, and plants grow in a profusion that would make the Garden of Eden jealous. Even death is beautiful here. The body of a dead man has become a mosaic of lush fungus and plants, growing up an entire wall like a sculpture. A character’s impending death is signaled by the growth of flowers from her body.
A Wounded Fawn: Shot on 16mm film, the textures and colors of the whole movie are rich. Red is terribly vivid, blues and purples and greens are jewel-like, and light and shadow are more intense. The costumes are precisely chosen, evoking a great deal about each character without needing exposition. Many of the effects are done practically, and the supernatural elements are stronger thanks to real snakes, masks, feathers, and puppets. It’s as disturbing and absurd as the Greek myths on which it’s based.
Carnival of Souls: Made in black and white in 1962, light and shadow become the primary visual driver of the movie. Many of the sets are dreamlike, and filming choices only reinforce that. Pipe organs, barely-lit abandoned ballrooms, distorted mirrors, empty streets seen from the sky--they take on the sense that the whole movie is a dream. Eyes and faces are brightly lit against pitch-dark backdrops. The sound is eerie: most of the movie is silent, except for the music of a pipe organ. The atmosphere is powerful and uncanny.
Crimson Peak: A movie that fully captures the aesthetic and power of Gothic horror. From the beautifully bloody designs of the ghosts to the crumbling estate of Crimson Peak itself as it perches on sinking red earth, the world is vivid and violent from the start. Costumes are stunningly lush, focused down to the smallest detail on making the themes of the movie clear. Styles reinforce the way that the estate and its inhabitants have fallen out of time, with the residents wearing styles a decade or more out of fashion. Even nightgowns worn during the climax of the movie are ethereal, turning living women into ghosts.
Some questions for thought: how does beauty play with fear in these stories? Do you find that auditory and visual richness enhances the horror, or detracts from it? Would the addition of more senses, if it were possible for you to experience smells, textures, or tastes from the movies, add to this? I think it’s interesting that all of these movies focus on women, and that all but one focus on matters of sexuality and reproduction--what do you think of that? Are there other movies you’d add to this list? Why?
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Hannah waited for the little honeybee to lap up the rose pollen on her finger, its velvety yellow body tickling her skin as it licked and buzzed. After a minute or so, the task was finished, and bidding a fond farewell, the little honeybell turned herself around, flicked her small antennae at the generous human in thanks, and flew off.
“You’re welcome,” Hannah chimed as the insect departed, possibly returning to her hive with the saddlebags of fresh pollen clinging to her legs.
Honeybees were such amazing creatures; Never stopping, never tiring, hurrying from one pollen-filled bloom to the next. Unafraid of new opportunities. Hornets and wasps, however, were mean spirited and highly aggressive, as were German dark bees and the African “killer” bees. Common bumblebees were often mistaken for their honeybee cousins, but were not the same in both size and mannerism and could not produce honey. Other honey-less, distant relatives included ants, sawflies, and the noblest of all hymenoptera, the praying mantis, but none worked harder, nor carried as much environmental importance as the honeybee, which was why Hannah loved them so. The same golden insect emblazoned all over St. Peter's Baldachin and who’s wax was used in making Paschal candles were a gardener’s best friend. It was said that a single bee colony could pollinate close to 300 million flowers in a day, meaning if there were no honeybees - or bees in general - there’d be no flowers. If there were no flowers, there would be no flower gardeners. If there were no gardeners the world would be a much darker and less beautiful place. Crops would fail, as would roughly ¾ of all flowering plants without some sort of human intervention. Not good.
For this reason, Hannah's affection for the honeybee was insatiable. They could do no wrong in her eyes and not once had she been stung. Mother Nature’s little helpers.
Having done her good deed for the day, Hannah wiped her hands over her dirty overalls, put her gloves back on, and picked up her gardening shears and disinfectant wipes. The roses weren’t going to trim themselves.
Last week was spent tirelessly transplanting the roses from Jujutsu High to the Gojo estate. These were the same roses she had planted her first week; the night she was attacked from returning to her dorm after dark. Hannah had woken before sunrise carting the wheelbarrow and a shovel. Finally August, the rose shrubs were now rose bushes and had prospered beautifully in their foreign environment, taking on a deep reddish-purple hue reminiscent of merlot. To minimize any damage she might incur, Hannah surgically dug a moat around the thorny rose shrubs with the shovel, avoiding the delicate root hairs, and used her gloved hands to (again very carefully) unearth each prickly rose bush from the soil. Technically, it was not advisable to transplant roses in the middle of summer when the flowers were beginning to bloom and the sun was at its hottest. They were also covered with leaves and very heavy (for her). Hannah worried the whole procedure would stress the plants, causing them to go into “transplant shock,” but these were no ordinary roses. They would endure, and once all six roses had been successfully uprooted, she enlisted the help of Mr. Aoyama to wheel them up (yes, all the way up) the hill to the house.
They had placed the bushes in their own individual pot. Hannah’s homemade compost wasn’t ready. So she bought a light soilless mixture made of peat moss and perlite instead. Excellent for retaining moisture, yet allow for water to drain properly from the drilled holes at the bottom of the containers. In the end, the hardy roses not only survived the shocking ordeal, but thrived, their ruffled petals blooming like plumage, untraumatized by the event. They weren’t going anywhere. If the attracted honeybees were any indicator.
Hannah ran a disinfectant wipe over the blades and went back to trimming, cutting at a clean forty-five degree angle right above where the stem met another leaf. The clipped rose was then transferred to a water bucket with the others. So far, she had enough roses to make a bouquet for the English dining room. They hardly ever ate in there, but the wine-colored flowers would pair lovely with the oak furnishings.
She began humming a tune. A shadow eclipsed her as she clipped another rose off its stem. She felt a weight land on her braided crown, something like lips and a nose.
“Why’re you doing that?”
Hannah didn’t have to look up to know who it was, not that his voice didn’t give him away. Lately, Satoru liked perching his head on top of hers as a way of grabbing her attention.
“To clean the shears,” she answered, showing him the shears and wipes, his head staying nestled where it was. “Roses are prone to infection, so it’s best to sanitize the blades after each use.” She held up the freshly cut rose for him to take. “Here, smell one.”
Satoru took the multi-layered rose, aware of the thorns, and drew it to his nose. His brows shot straight up. “Woah.” The smell was so sweet and fruity he could literally taste it on his tongue, forcing him to comically choke down a cough.
Hannah tried suppressing a giggle. “Intense, isn’t it?”
The Six Eyes wielder nodded, blinking a few times. “Boy, you’re not kidding.” He cleared his throat and held the fragrant bloom to his nose once more, taking a more moderate whiff. The deep burgundy petals felt velvety soft on his skin. “Smells almost like candy.”
Hannah's smile widened. “These roses were a gift to me from Sister Edith before I came here.”
“Sister Edith,” Satoru mused in thought, rose still pressed to his nose. “You’ve mentioned that name before. Who was she again?”
“She was my Japanese instructor during my stay with the Sisters of St. Horatia. Every word I’m speaking to you is because of her.”
“Ah, now I remember. Sounds like she was quite the lady.”
“Of course. The best.”
“You must miss her then.”
Hannah’s smile slipped a crack. “Very much so,” she spoke somberly, running her hands over the rose petals in her lap. “Edith was fluent in almost every language you could think of, from Greek to Juǀʼhoan. I’ll probably never see her again, circumstances being what they are.”
Satoru’s brows furrowed. “How come?”
Hannah snipped off another rose. “The Sisters of St. Horatia is a cloistered order. They’re not permitted to leave the convent.”
“Wait, for real? Like ever?”
She turned to nod solemnly. “Like ever.”
“That’s a little extreme, don’t you think?”
“It’s the life they chose, Satoru.” Hannah rested the rose on her lap. “The Sisters of St. Horatia are unique in that they’re archivists. They specialize in preserving and interpreting ancient texts. Magical texts. It’s believed their library holds some of the West’s oldest sorcerery. Mother Superior oversees the whole operation.”
“Mother Superior?”
“The abbess,” Hannah said. “In convents, the head nun in charge is called ‘Mother Superior.’ I don’t know what her actual name is. She’s tied closely to the Association and was tasked with facilitating where I went as a child, including my education.”
Satoru’s face perked up. “Oh right, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.”
She stared blankly at him. “You want me to join a convent?”
“Wha — No.” He seemed partially offended. “Why would I want you to join a — ”
“Relax, silly. I’m teasing,” Hannah said, perhaps a little too happy he took the bait. “Married women aren’t allowed to join convents. As soon as they saw our marital records, I’d be swiftly booted out.”
“Oh.” Her husband’s shoulders drooped. “Well, I wanted to get your thoughts on something. See if you might be interested.”
“Sure, but can you give me a moment to finish with these? I’m almost done.”
Satoru eyed the bouquet of roses she was assembling. “Anything I can do to help?”
Hannah stopped her pruning and thought for a moment. “Actually, now that you’ve mentioned it….” She leaned over and patted the large rose pot in front of her. “I’d like to move this one up to the house, but it’s too heavy. Think you could lend a girl a hand, Mr. Muscles?”
Satoru issued her a mock salut. “Ma’am, yes ma’am,” and rolled his shoulders, biceps and triceps rippling under his shirt. “Watch and be amazed, kiddos. Mr. Muscles is gonna show you how it’s done.”
Topped with heavy soil and plant, the large clay pot weighed well over a hundred pounds. It would’ve easily taken two average-sized people to lift, but Satoru managed the feat on his own no problem, a testament to how strong he physically was. Hannah had seen him bench press twice his usual body weight with workout equipment. Yet she stayed close behind as he hobbled to the house, awkwardly carrying the pot, for fear he’d throw out his back. She didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until he stationed the container near the stairs leading up to the porch. Hannah nodded. This new spot would do nicely.
“Woo, that was good,” Satoru said, wiping the sweat off his brow and looked up at the sky. “Sun is brutal today.”
Hannah agreed. It had grown considerably hot since lunch. Deciding to take a break from the summer sun, the couple collected the clipped roses and walked back inside the house to the reception hall. There on the center table was a glass pitcher filled with ice water, two cups, two damp towels for each to cool off with, and a vase to put the roses in. Makoto sure was sneaky.
“So,” Hannah said, after finishing her first glass of ice water. “What is it you wanted to talk about?”
Satoru ran one of the cool towels over his neck and chin. “Tsumiki and Megumi’s school evaluations came in.”
Hannah poured herself another glass. “And the verdict?”
He put the towel down and smirked. “Take a look for yourself.” She observed him reach inside his back pocket and pull out two opened envelopes. Curious, Hannah walked over and took them from him, re-opening each and laying the contents on the table for a better look.
Japanese primary school evals (from first to sixth grade) were assessed by a three-tiered rank system (1,2,3), with 1 indicating the student “needs effort,” and 3 indicating the student’s grasp on the subject was “satisfactory” or higher. Hannah eyed the two report cards, noting how Tsumiki scored nothing below a 2 (“almost satisfactory”) with Music, Social Studies, and Japanese being her best subjects. Megumi also received high marks. The lowest he scored was a 2 in Music and English, with Mathematics, Science, Sports (and surprisingly enough, Art) all scoring a 3.
Below the subject lines were the behavior evaluations where teachers listed the students' cooperation in class, both towards staff and the other children. Hannah skimmed those parts, but caught the underlined text “gets into fights” on Megumi’s page. Perhaps she would ask about it later, though overall she was pleased by the outcome.
“See, I told Megumi he had nothing to worry about,” she laughed. “He did well, and from the looks of it, so did Tsumiki.”
“Tsumiki’s scores are always good,” Satoru said. “But Megumi? His English scores? I’ve never seen them stay above a 1. It’s the only subject he struggles with on top of socializing. These are his marks now.” He revealed to her two other evaluation cards, placing them next to the newer one on the table. “And these were his marks from December and March.”
Hannah examined the older evaluations. His grades looked relatively the same, except for English, which showed a glaring 1 printed in the center box on each. His new score was 2. Megumi had improved his grade by a full number in the course of a single semester.
“Any chance you had something to do with it?” Satoru added slyly.
Hannah looked up. “I didn’t do much,” she said, shaking her head. “He understood the basics. All he needed was someone to explain them better.”
Butterflies swarmed her stomach as his lips came together, grinning so wide it seemed almost maniacal. “Good, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” Hannah blinked at him confused for a moment, but then he explained his reasoning. “I had a meeting with the school board this morning. Jujutsu High, that is.”
“Yes, I remember you telling me. How’d it go?”
He gave her a wink. “The wait is officially over. You, my dear Hannah, are looking at Jujutsu High’s new hire.”
Hannah’s eyes widened. “Really? They gave you the teaching job?” Satoru nodded and a beaming smile soon appeared on her face. “Oh Satoru, congratulations. That’s wonderful news. I’m happy for you.”
Her husband bashfully scratched his head. “Thanks. My first day won’t be till next year, so there’s still time, but that’s not all.” He lifted a finger, tapping her lightly on the nose. “The department will also be in search of a new English teacher soon.”
Her smile faltered. “An English teacher?”
“Yeah.” Satoru walked over and situated himself down on one of the cushions, leaning his elbow on the table. “Seems the current one is looking to throw in the towel. To be honest, I don’t know much about him - cause yours truly tested out of English freshman year - but apparently he’s been teaching English since the late Cretaceous or whatever, and during the meeting he asked if we knew anybody interested in filling the role,” he pointed at her, “and I said you.”
“M-Me?” Hannah squeaked.
He nodded. “Yeah, you.”
A couple seconds ticked by, the news of this proposal slowly sinking in.
“You’re joking.”
“No, I’m not joking.”
“You think I could teach English at Jujutsu High?
“If you wanted to,” he caveated.
“And the school board wouldn’t mind? Spouses working together, I mean.”
“I don’t see the harm.” Satoru shrugged. “It’s not like English and Jujutsu orbit in the same circles.”
“Why would you mention my name, Satoru? I don’t have a uni degree or a teaching certificate.”
“Neither do I,” her quickly husband rebutted. “I never went to university. The only certification I have is a high school diploma.”
“But that’s still more than I have. And my Japanese citizenship hasn’t been finalized. Won’t that hinder things?”
Satoru waved his hand. “Naw, we’ll find our way around that crap. We do it all the time.”
“Then what of the estate? If we’re both busy teaching, who’s going to run it? Makoto can’t juggle the work all by herself.”
“The estate is busy now because I’ve been putting off renovations for years. Once those are completed things’ll start to die down.”
“I have no credentials, Satoru,” Hannah pleaded, hammering the message home. “No references. No formal education. I don’t even know the first thing about preparing lectures or grading papers, and this would be high school level English, not sixth grade. My public speaking skills are rubbish. I’ll make a complete fool of myself in front of everyone.”
“No, you won’t,” Satoru assured, taking her hands. “I’ll be here to help. Plus, you’ll have a year to prepare, and Jujutsu High’s enrollment has been on the decline for decades. The classes shouldn’t exceed more than a handful of students at most.”
“But what if someone else needs the job?” Hannah kept lamenting. “Someone with experience who’s better qualified. I’d be selfishly taking the opportunity away from them.”
“Then that’s their loss,” Satoru tisked, rolling his eyes. “Don't get me wrong, Princess, I admire your compassion - love it even - but we gotta strike while the iron is hot here. Nobody is gonna shame you for being ambitious every once in a while. The reason I’m asking is because I think you’d be right for the job. Give you something to do besides loafing around the house all day making flower arrangements,” he tucked a strand of loose auburn hair behind her ear, his new favorite habit, and tilted her chin up to look at him as his voice grew soft. “Can’t have those good brains go to waste now, hmm?”
Hannah looked away, a flush forming on her cheeks. “Flower arranging isn’t ‘loafing around,’” she pouted, crossing her arms. “I've been outside since dawn.”
She felt Satoru bridge the gap between them, wrapping her in his embrace.
“Look,” he sighed defeatistly in her hair. “Forget I said anything. It’s obvious you're not interested.”
Rather than push him away, Hannah leaned more into him, resting her head comfortably on his chest. She felt so safe there, entranced by the steady rhythm of his heart. “I never said I wasn’t interested,” she mumbled into his cotton tee. “I’m simply questioning how it would work.”
“Oh, it would work,” he chuckled deeply, chest rumbling under her cheek. “I’d make it work.”
“You shouldn’t use your position to land me a job, Satoru. It’ll be seen as corrupt.”
“Hey, there’s gotta be some perks to being me,” he joked. “Not like I’d have to say much. You’re from England, the frickin’ motherland of English. What other credentials would they need?”
“A lot.”
He laughed and undid her braid, combing his fingers through her long shiny hair. She didn’t tell him no because it felt nice. “Just tell me you’ll think about it, okay?” he said. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?”
“But what about — “
“Nope, no more buts.”
“But I — “
“Access denied.”
“Satoru.”
“Satoru is unable to take your call at this time. Please leave a message and he will get back with you after this obnoxiously long beep. Beeeeeeeeeee…. ”
Hannah slumped and let out the smallest exhale, thus giving up the fight. “Fine, I’ll think about it.”
He paused mid-beep.
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Yay!” He hugged her closer, lifting her off the ground and swaying back and forth. “Knew you wouldn’t let me down, Princess. I knew it, knew it, knew it.”
Hannah couldn’t help but smile. Cheek smothered against him, he placed her back on the ground, allowing her to tilt her head up.
The Six Eyes were like twin spheres of blue abalone, shining down at her. She could see every shade and tint; turquoise, chalcedony, larimar, the sky and sea. How she adored looking at his eyes. They were none of this world. Magnetized, she found herself standing on her tippy toes, lips soft and pliant, wanting to be nearer. Words needn’t be exchanged. Satoru got the message and lowered his hands to her hips. Gravity became weightless as he propelled her upwards again, bringing their mouths together, her body melting into his sweet kiss.
It was good they had these moments to fall back on because the next few days would not be as kind. This was but the calm before the storm.
Rougher waters lay ahead.
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