Satin scarf commemorating the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II, 1953

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Featuring the Coronation Chair, the Gold State Coach and Household Cavalry, and the Royal Coat of Arms of the United Kingdom.

Nicolai Wilhelm Marstrand (Danish, 1810-1873) An Italian Woman in a Blue-Grey Dress and a White Headsquare, 19th century

La Sentencia de muerte/ TheDeath knell

Sapphire house doesn't have a bloodline and all members are able in dual wielding.

Sapphire house owns the mysterious self hypnosis that The Church itself doesn’t know much.

But only Sapphire paladin is able to hypnosis other people.

So Ronald don’t mess up with them, when you are here. Remember the house is loyal only themself and their people, you being be part of chesseurs meaning nothing to them.

Plus they are completely angry with Paris.

Note from Oliver to Ronald after he accepted the unofficial invitation of Lady Sapphire to Toledo headsquare

Vanitas and Noé were enjoying a walk around Paris. They got some info about problem in Normandy, But they were still injured by Misha’s attack so they were spending time do nothing. Also because Noé didn't want to stay far away from Paris because Domi was going to be under process and he wanted to be here for her. Now, Noé was physical fine but emotional was a mess about Vanitas and Domi. He didn't know nothing about Vanitas but he found in fact he didn't know so well neither Domi after the girl confessed herself hate for Louis’ death. The fact she thought she should be the one died that day, and Noé couldn’t stop be ashamed of himself. Because he had hurt her without knowing ,because, yes it was true; there were moments he replaced her with him, for example when she shared her blood with Noè before the ball. Despite being intrusive it was a private thinking but Noé should had let slipped out, and it hurt Domi. He would be more careful with her friend, especially because he felt she hadn't told him everything, and he was the one to blame if his best friend didn't feel enough her ease for sharing her burdens with him. About teacher, Noé didn't know what thinking, he always knew he wasn’t a good person but he had never admitted to himself. "Poor thing.” Louis had called him like that, and Noé hated the fact he haven't ever listened both siblings. I felt more near to Vanitas after everything that happened, he didn't still understand him at all but Noé didn't understand himself so he could live on. Only thing he asked to raven boy didn't hide vital information about their quest but also himself.

Vanitas hadn't told him about his past or feelings, but honestly Noé was the first one, but important info that could manipulate Noé’s ignorance wouldn’t be tolerant. Vanitas agreed too easily, maybe because what info could be essential was pretty vague. Noè thinking was interrupted by solemn and heavy sounds of bells, which all church's of Paris answer back.

A death knell

"Ah, a paladin is dead.” Vanitas commented coldly. “WHAT!! HOW YOU KNOW? DO YOU THINK IT IS RONALD? Noè grabbed the short boy. Vanitas replied boredom. “You are straggling me.” Noé left his grip. " First, have you heard the first sequence? They are two sounds, so a woman.

At least if Ronald is a very masculine ones, it can't be your friend.” Like highlighted boy’s words, the bells started again, with two sound. “Second.” Vanitas made the sign of number."Then six notes like bishop because they share the same power, and a similar sequence of notes that people mistakes for bishop’ s but it ‘s a signs for all chesseurs.

"And now third sequence: in base number of notes, we know which paladin, for example one is for diamond. Topaz should be five.” The boy concluded know-all-it, but Noè looked him with childish astonishment. " Let's listen! "he told because both boys lost the last sequence. After the repeat of first two sequence they focus on last while Vanitas counted loudly. “1, 2, 3, 4,5...” Noè signed relived after hearing the sixth note. “Seven.” The vampire smiled but Vanitas didn't look happy he was in completely shock. "Come on?! I know you don't like Ronald but... Vanitas shut up the blonde with a finger and he listen the sequence again and counting with whisper. “4,5,6,7... No bells are starting back.” “Vanitas. What is seven.” The raven didn't answer so Noé insisted" We agree you would share unless they are important info. Vanitas glubbed something but in end he said.” Seven is for sapphire. Lady sapphire is dead? " " do you know her? Vanitas was in silence then turning his back to the vampire and said"I used to be his pupil. " Noé didn't believe Vanitas could be so sincere so he tried to get out more from him. “ Were you attached?” The answer was a dry no and Noé could feel the raven closed himself like the a beating door. Well, miracles didn't happen twice. After that the duo enjoyed the day and during the dinner they received the visited from Domi who told them the date of her process. “Don’t miss it, human. "An insult but saying with playful tone and sincere smile. " I won't woman. Vanitas answered back. There was teasing but not malice between them and noé couldn’t be happier.

When noé was deeply in his sleep, Vanitas was on roof looking to the darkest night he had seen. Blue was almost black without Moon and stars were dull. Luna wasn't here, but dark night like a black sapphire was. "Paladin sapphire." He told to himself. He didn't hate her, he used to do it. Because he was looking from her some maternal love from her, but her duties and how previous sapphire coerced her, made her everything but not maternal.

But for Vanitas liked her because she was hash but sincere, honesty almost cruel but not a gossip.

She wasn’t nice but if you got a real problem she would help. She wasn't like the women in troupe who fake kindness and acceptation but bad mouthed the boy and his father, the first for killing the mother, the second for not being one of them For them they were kind enough to allow them being here. At least he though she wasn’t hypocrite.

Or she wasn’t? Looking back she did what was best for Toledo, and the boy was so blind by his rage he couldn’t see.

Vanitas opened his mouth trying to say. "Toledo headquarters with willing participation of Dama Zafiro, they are hiding the identity of paladin Alexandrite; He is a..!”

A pain on his throat and heart, made him looking for air, mimicking the girl with pink hair. " Someone have forbidden to talk.” He asked but he knew the answer because he was in the same situation. Lady sapphire had used the long knowledge of sapphire house about the hypnosis on him, the difference was he knew who did and what he cannot tell. Vanitas made an annpyde sounds. In her death didn't lose her power on boy. He hated it, he knew why she did, and now he was able to her understand. But betrayed he felt that day was something ruin all his mercy and compression. Vanitas closed the eyes and though"Alexandrite must be alive. I can apologise to him… and other...” But he felt like a question than claim.

He felt in agitated dreams made by his memories. Before Moreu, before Luna, before Paris, when he was a trainer in Toledo with tacky name of Jude.

Note:

I know Domi is not going in process but I wrote before the last chap and I don’t want to change.

I have in mind the ending of this fic how Vanitas ended up in the lab, but it is going to be flash fic, little chapter of various topic, so give me input. I'm going to public on archive once it end

Jude is English name of Judas. I will explain in fic and comment why I think this can be his name and why I think he is Spanish boy.

Hello! For the birthday ask meme

For hellboy:

1 ~ what presents does your f/o get you? // what presents do you get your f/o?

2 ~ does your f/o throw you a birthday party? if so, what is it like? is it a surprise party or did you know about it? where is it located? what is the theme? // do you throw your f/o a birthday party? if so, what is it like? is it a surprise party or do they know about it? where is it located? what is the theme?

For John Constantine

6 ~ what does your birthday outfit look like?? // what does your f/o's birthday outfit look like?

9 ~ what does the birthday card your f/o made for you look like? // what does the birthday card you made for your f/o look like?

Have a nice day

--Jerico ( @voidselfshipp )

Thank you Jerico!!!

1 ~ What presents does your f/o get you?

Money and a baby ruth bar is the best he can do when he’s locked in the BPRD Headsquares. Its not as if he can just walk out the front door and go shopping.

2 ~ Does your f/o throw you a birthday party? if so, what is it like? is it a surprise party or did you know about it? where is it located? what is the theme?

Hellboy would be more likely to takes me to a hole in the wall shady bar. We’d share a bottle of tequila and just talk till the other agents notice that we’re missing and brings us back. 

6 ~ What does your f/o's birthday outfit look like?

the same as his usual outfit: Tanned trench coat, button up shirt, loose tie, dress trousers and shoes. Maybe a party hat or a paper crown if he’s in the mood.

9 ~ What does the birthday card your f/o made for you look like?

John wouldn't make a birthday card, not his style. He would be more likely to grab one at a gas stop. Probably have a pink heart and large 23 on it. 

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Vocabulary (pt.cmlxxviii)

Words taken from The Black Knave, by Patricia Potter:

kertch (n.) worn by married woman and made of linen, like a modern headsquare: it was rolled from one corner into the middle and the thick band which was made was put round the head and pinned into the hair to stop it falling down (x; e.g., y)

largess(e) (n.) generosity in bestowing money or gifts upon others.

facilely (adv.) in a facile manner. [x]

drugget (n.) a coarse woven fabric used as a floor or table covering.

sirloin (n.) the choicer part of a loin of beef, from in front of the rump.

call to arms (n.) an instance of calling up for active military service.

(no) quarter (n.) (no) pity or mercy shown toward an enemy or an opponent who is in one’s power.

minder (n.) a person whose job it is to attend to a person or thing (often in combination: netminder).

court martial (n.) a judicial court for trying members of the armed services.

waspishly (adv.) in a way that expresses criticism or shows that somebody is annoyed. [x]

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Shell-shocked

Arthur Shelby/OC. Arthur needs more love.

It was a Saturday in May, a rainy, cold, shitty day when he first laid eyes on her pitiable form. He and Tommy visited Carl Erbe, a surprise visit to suss him out. Carl maintained some good contacts to a few not-so-honorable salesmen in Edinburgh, Southampton and Plymouth. Tommy wanted to stay in his good books. Because you never know, do you? Carl lived in a small house, Pinkerton Drive, in a miserable neighborhood. Arthur sighed, wishing to be somewhere else, maybe in a warm bed, able to sleep without nightmares, deep and long and dreamless. He hadn’t really slept for a few days in a row now, his temper simmering on the edge of insanity. About 6 hours of sleep in five nights doesn’t cool one’s temper. The door opened as if by an invisible hand and he stepped into the hallway, right after Tommy. He looked to the right, seeing a small woman wearing a headsquare pressing herself between the door and the wall, making room for them. “Hello, Mrs. Erbe.” Tommy said, obviously already knowing her. “Kitchen?” She nodded, pointing to the door on the left. She followed them to the small, bleakly kitchen and hurried to the cupboard, ready to serve them tea. “Ah! Tommy! And Arthur, I guess?” The man at the table got up, shaking Tommy’s hand. “Right. Pleasure,” Arthur grunted, reaching for his hand. “Tea, gentlemen?” Carl asked and Tommy nodded. “Constance!” He barked as if she would mooch around a few blocks down the road, not standing just an arm’s length away. Arthur winced, sensitive to noise because of his lack of sleep.

“Here, sir,” the small woman whispered. “I’m sorry.” She poured tea into their cups and Arthur saw that she was shaking like a leaf. She made a mess at Tommy’s cup and Carl growled. He waited for her to put the teapot back to stove before he spoke. “Come here, bitch.” Arthur noticed tears on her cheeks as she took two steps to her husband. She made herself small, obviously awaiting some blows. Her arms twitched upwards to cover her face with her hands, but she fought this reflex. “It’s okay, Carl. Nothing happened. Just send her out, I want to talk.” Tommy said calmly. “Go,” Carl commanded after giving Tommy a killing glance, pointing to the door. She wiped the tears of her cheeks and made two steps forward. Carl tripped her up and she fell facedown to Arthur’s feet, not able to suppress a cry. She got up slowly, to slow for Carl’s liking, so he kicked her ass, making her stumble again. “I apologize for that stupid rag bag, gentlemen.” Arthur saw her black eye, the cut in her lower lip, the tears on her cheeks. He reached out for her, but she shook her head, refusing his help. Carl got up, sighing deeply: “I escort her out. Excuse me for a moment, please.” He grabbed her arm, dragged her to the kitchen door and tossed her bruised body out. Arthur heard the small cry as her body crashed to the wall. Carl stepped in the hallway, closing the door behind him. “Pull yourself together. No interfering in the marital life of other men, got it?” Tommy whispered, squeezing Arthur’s shoulder. “He’s an asshole. “ “He is. But he’s useful. So, forget it.” The look Arthur gave Carl in the moment he came back, would’ve made sensitive natures crawl to his feet, begging for mercy. But Carl didn’t even bat an eye.

But Arthur couldn’t forget the little scene, thinking about her in every single sleepless night. He didn’t consider himself as a gentle, soft and deeply loving man, but the way she existed was nothing he could stand.  

In the first week of July she came to The Garrison Pub, just as Arthur wanted to leave. He bumped into her right in front of the door. “I’m sorry, sir,” she mumbled, lowering her head even more. “Mrs. Erbe,” he said. “Nice to see you. Come in.” “Thank you, Mr. Shelby,” she answered and followed him to the bar. “How are you?” “I’m fine, thank you. I’ve got a letter from Mr. Erbe for you. And I’m ordered to buy six bottles of Scotch Ale.” “’Course. Take a seat, please.” He pointed to a table and called for Grace: “Grace! Two cups of tea. Move it!” “Sir, I can’t ...” “You can because I say so. Take a seat.” Reluctantly she did as he said, placing the letter on the table. He took the paper and slipped it in the inside pocket of his jacket, without even looking at it. He watched her closely, counting the visible marks of her husband’s brutality. Black eye, once again, a little cut on her cheek, a bruise on her lower jaw. She was none of his business, and he knew a lot of woman who were beaten up by their husbands on a regular basis. For stealing money, for talking back, for refusing their marital duties, for fucking with the brother of her brother-in-law. But not for spilling a few drops of fucking tea. “Do you have children?” Arthur asked, fumbling for a cigarette. “No, sir.” “How long are you married?” “Ten years in December.” Grace served two cups of tea and a plate of tea biscuits, god knows where she had found them. “Help yourself, Mrs. Erbe. Please.” Arthur said, pushing the plate to her. He noticed the hunger in her eyes, the gulping, the sheer need to eat them. “Sir, I have to ...” “We won’t tell him. Eat and drink. I insist. Did you have lunch?” She shook her head, taking one biscuit. “Breakfast?” “No, sir.” “Yesterday’s dinner?” Again, she shook her head, chewing with closed eyes, an expression of relief on her face. “The biscuits are delicious,” she whispered, taking another. “Thank you.” “Welcome. So, six bottles of Scotch Ale, right?” Arthur asked, just to get a grip, to distract him from this beautiful woman stumbling through a never ending hell. She was shell-shocked, kind of. “Yes, Mr. Shelby. “ He nodded to Grace to fill her basket and cleared his throat: “Regarding the letter, Mrs. Erbe ...” “Yes, sir?” “Tomorrow afternoon you’ll come here, picking up my answer.” She nodded: “Of course. Thank you.” Arthur watched her finish her tea and all the biscuits, and walked her out. “I’ll see you tomorrow at 2 p.m.” “Yes, sir. Thank you for the tea and biscuits and your hospitality.” “Welcome, Mrs. Erbe.” He gave her a small smile as she looked up for a second, and watched her walking down the road. She hobbled a bit and he fought the urge to give Carl Erbe a bit of his own medicine. But first, he was going to feed her some sandwiches. Tomorrow.

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