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itsmaferart · 7 months

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SPY x FAMILY x CHAIR Vol 10 - 11- 12

Continuing with this series of analysis of the covers:

SxF . Vol 10 - Redacted

Unlike all the covers so far, cover 10 is the only one that does not show us a chair, but instead introduces us to [Redacted]. So we can give a little deeper analysis.

We can highlight that behind [Redacted] we can clearly see the rubble of a house of which there is absolutely nothing left, a soldier's helmet with scratches and cracks, the toy gun and a radio that apparently announced the war and the look of a child who has lost all happiness in his life and now must learn to survive with no one to take care of him.

I think it goes without saying that this is the saddest cover of the whole collection so far. But we can talk about the influence of [Redacted] on the current story.

In previous reviews I have talked about how [Redacted] is the basis for the existence of Twilight, the great spy of Westalis, the metaphorical death of this child who has lost his parents and his friends due to the conflicts of his country, and who later, blinded by hatred, would want to destroy his apparent enemies, to finally learn the hard lesson from his father of always longing for peace above all else.

From my perspective the tragedy of [Redacted] is the basis of Twilight, it's why the spy fighting for peace exists, but more importantly, it's what allows Twilight to not be entirely a living weapon serving a specific side. And while Twilight you made remembering her past "Self" is weakness, it is also who reminds her of what is truly important.

And it is [Redacted] who gives authenticity to Loid Forger, who reminds him that in the past he could experience happiness, his more vulnerable and sweet side, a child who could easily cry and wished to be in his mother's arms every night. Someone who just wished for a little love. Redacted] may never come back, but it is because of him that Twilight and Loid Forger are genuine and real.

This is a good time to dry your tears! 😭

SxF . Vol 11 - Emile and Ewen - Hill House Chair

The Hill House Chair was designed by Scottish architect and designer Charles Rennie Mackintosh in 1902 for the Hill House residence in Helensburgh, Scotland. The design has a strong Japanese influence, which Mackintosh incorporated into his work after being exposed to Japanese aesthetics during the Glasgow International Art Exhibition.

The chair is in Mackintosh's "Glasgow Style", which is characterized by straight, simple lines and shapes. The chair, along with the rest of the furniture, was designed to integrate with the architecture and décor of the building, resulting in a harmonious and balanced ensemble.

Both the Willow chair and Hill House Chair are designs by Mackintosh, which is characterized by simple lines, geometric shapes and a modernist sensibility that gives them a unique and recognizable look. In terms of style and architectural context, the chairs have important differences in terms of form and functionality. The Willow Chair is a low chair with a curved back and woven seat, while the Hill House Chair is a taller, slimmer chair with a rectangular back and upholstered seat.

Damian-sama!!

There are two very interesting details that I could highlight and the language of the objects with respect to the chair, and the characters. Unlike Damian, the proportion of the chairs with respect to both children is much more harmonious unlike Damian whose chair stands out easily and its size is huge with respect to his size, indicating that while Damian projects greatness, Emile and Ewen are the complementation, both stand out, but balance each other at the same time, and do not overshadow Damian-Sama!

It is very interesting, given that the chair selection reflects this bond of friends/followers. While the chairs have different contexts, while Willow Chiar's has a primary function, the Hill House has the function of complementing the decor. Pointing out how the personalities of Emile and Ewen is to complement Damian.

Like Becky, the reflection of each other's personality is evident, they are notorious and not hidden. While Ewen has a passion for space, astronauts and the stars; Emile is a lover of sweets and all kinds of junk food. However, in the middle of both of them there is an obvious bond for explorer adventures. Having his picture with Damian in the center, because their bond as friends is very genuine!

SxF . Vol 12 - Sylvia Sherwood - Diamond Chair

The Diamond Chair, also known as the Bertoia Chair, was created by sculptor and designer Harry Bertoia in 1952. It was originally designed for Knoll International and has become a symbol of 20th century industrial and avant-garde design.

Bertoia designed the chair because of his desire to explore new forms and techniques of furniture making. Inspiration came from his interest in experimenting with steel wires, which allowed him to create light and elegant structures.

The motive was to achieve a perfect combination of form and comfort, which would be attractive but also ergonomic and comfortable to use. The chair's curved steel wire frame allows for breathability and provides flexible support, adapting to the user's body. Its design is minimalist and timeless, as well as its versatility and ability to adapt to a variety of environments.

"Stop waiting for easy answers to fall into your lap, Rookie. Use that head of yours to find them for yourself"

Both Fullmetal Lady and Diamond Chair could be described as elegant, sophisticated and modern. In addition, the attention to detail and quality workmanship reflect a high-end personality and refinement that projects the experience Handler has in executing its work. At the same time, its comfort and ergonomics demonstrate a concern for the well-being and experience of the user, which makes it friendly and welcoming, one of the most human characteristics of Sylvia who, although she is a relentless woman, also knows how to relate to her humanity, and reminds her little spies that having a soft spot is part of them.

While the folders and surely confidential papers are shuffled and exposed, reminiscent of Handler's main role, we can see subtly hidden the family photograph that is pierced by the chair leg reflecting the rupture caused by the war of losing her husband and young daughter. For no matter the passage of time, it will always be something that will accompany her.

You can read the previous part here

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mj-ackerman · 1 year

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SxF Light Novel: Family Portrait Translation Mission 4: Portrait of the Forger Family!? (Part 1)

Read Mission 3: Franky's New Love!? Here. DO NOT REPOST

PART 2>>

“Go fetch it, Bond!”

“Borf!”

“Anya, Bond, don’t go off too far!

“Don’t worry, Yor. I’m also watching them”

Under the clear blue sky, a large picnic sheet was laid out on the park lawn, homemade sandwiches, fruit salad, baked goods for dessert were laid out, and a friendly couple watched their beloved daughter play with their dog with a frisbee.

This is perfect.

Loid Forger, a.k.a “Twilight”, was extremely satisfied with their appearance, as if they were a model of a happy family.

With this, no matter how you look at it, it won’t look like a fake family to anyone.

Spies are easily tripped up by the slightest suspicion or distrust of those around them. Therefore, Loid regularly showed off his family’s harmonious relationship to those around him. Since this morning, they’ve run into several families who live in the same apartment building, and they have exchanged greetings and small conversations.

It was worth taking a time out of his busy mission schedules.

“I’m glad it’s sunny, but the wind is a little cold, isn’t it?”

“I thought something like this might happen, so I brought you a blanket, please use it if you’d like.”

As Loid and Yor were talking harmoniously, Anya, who had been running around the lawn, returned with Bond.

“Papa!”

“What’s wrong, Anya?”

Loid, in the manner of a loving father, held his child in his arms as she came running towards him with great vigor.

“Are you hungry? We have sandwiches here.”

When he said that, Anya answered, “No, I’m not hungry yet,” and pointed to her back.

“That person said he wanted to talk to you, Papa.”

“That person?”

Loid raised his eyebrows and looked up to see a young man standing a short distance away, dressed in worn-out trainers, faded denim, and tattered sneakers. Overall, he’s a long, thin man. With a huge cloth bag hanging from his shoulder and a folding easel in his left hand, Loid saw that his trainers, denim, and even his sneakers were all covered in colorful paints.

He is too young to be a painter. Judging from his appearance, Loid guessed that he was an art student.

I’m sure the organization’s contact person did not give any indication of a contact request…

In the first place, even if it’s a disguise, contacting the agent in front of his family directly, is such a careless act for a contact person. He’s sure it has nothing to do with the organization. However, he must remain vigilant. Although he doesn’t feel any murderous intent, it still could be an enemy agent.

As he was quickly thinking about this, the young man approached him. Loid stood up, smiled a harmless smile and asked the young man,

“Can I help you? Was my daughter bothering you, by any chance?”

“No, nothing like that. Um, I’m painting something.”

Although the way the young man spoke sounded somewhat flat, his voice was pleasant to listen to.

“But lately, I have been having a hard time figuring out what to draw or what I want to draw….something is missing in my drawings, but I couldn’t figure it out…. So I was in what I call a slump. Today, too, I couldn’t come up with anything at all, so I was about to go home because I had no other choice when I finally thought, “This is it.”.”

After saying that, the young man bowed his head in a perked up manner.

“Please, please be a model for my painting. Please.”

“Huh? A model?”

Loid made a surprised expression, but inwardly raised an eyebrow.

What’s this guy talking about?

Could it be that he’s really an agent of an enemy organization and he’s after something? However, there is not the slightest indication that the young man was lying. Due to his occupation, Loid is good at seeing through people’s lies. The young man in front of him had none of the characteristics of a liar.

“You will be famous, Papa?”

Anya, who clasped her hands to her chest, suddenly got excited.

At that, the young man shook his head, saying, “No.”. At that moment, a strong turpentine smell came out of his matte black hair. Looking closely, there was oil paint stuck in his hair as well.

“Not only your father, I want to draw your whole family.”

“Bond too?”

“Yes, the doggy too, of course.”

“Borf!”

“Oh, this one is very polite, isn’t he? Nice to meet you.”

The young man bowed his head to Bond as if he were a human, and reverently held his proffered paw.

Apparently, he’s really just a good painter in origin. However, it’s still a troublesome offer. Loid hesitated, wondering what to do now.

As a spy, it would be a bad idea to leave traces of “Loid Forger” carelessly, even as a model for a painting…..

Loid did not show it in his expression, but he casually explored his surroundings with just a glance. Just as he thought, the curious eyes of people around them were focused on them. A couple relaxing on a picnic sheet nearby are watching them with amusement.

“What was that?”

“Something about being a model for a painting. Isn’t that some kind of art student assignment?”

In order to complete the mission without a delay, he cannot afford to be the center of attention here. On the other hand, it would also be outwardly offensive to refuse a diligent student’s request without any hesitation.

I don’t know where or who is watching us. If the gossipy housewife across the apartment saw this, I'd be in trouble….

“Hey, listen. Mr. Forger was asked by an art student to be a model for a painting and he refused without any hesitation.”

“Oh my, that family was surprisingly cold.”

“They could’ve at least let him paint them. It’s not like they’ll die from it.”

“Oh, maybe there is something wrong with being drawn?”

Loid could easily imagine such a conversation happening.

As an ordinary and good family, should we do our part in nurturing the young man with a bright future? No, today is a holiday, after all. It would be reasonable to refuse, I could say that we want to cherish our family time alone.

Loid, who quickly concluded, said,

“I’m terribly sorry, but I’ve been working a lot these days, and today is the only time I finally got to spend time with my family so….”

When he tried to softly refused the offer, Anya suddenly shouted in a strange voice,

“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

“What’s wrong? You suddenly just…”

“Th-That patch..”

Anya pointed to the back of the young man’s cloth bag with a trembling hand.

“Oh, this?”

When the young man flipped the bag over, there was a glittering round patch on the bottom left corner, and in the center, Anya’s beloved cartoon character “Bondman” was drawn.

“It was a bonus for a Bondman chocolate. I thought it would be a nice marker for my bag.”

“It’s super rare, the mythical bonus.”

Anya muttered in a shaky voice.

For Anya, who loves bonuses and Bondman, it must be a very coveted item.

Loid had a bad feeling about this, and said,

“If it’s Bondman Chocolate, I’ll buy you one on our way home.”

He put his hand on Anya’s small shoulder to calm her down as she stared at the patch, the young man then said nonchalantly,

“If you don’t mind, can I give it to you?”

“Really!?”

Anya’s face shone brightly.

“I glued it on, so I'll give you the whole bag instead. I can’t give you the things inside of it, so I’ll find a garbage bag somewhere and put it in.”

Loid then hurriedly stopped the young man who was about to go looking for a garbage bag as he said,

“No, there’s no reason for you to do such a thing…”

“But she seems to like this very much. I would be very happy if she keeps it.”

After saying it as a matter-of-factly, the young man went to a mobile van parked nearby and returned with a black garbage bag.

Without any hesitation, he put what’s inside the cloth bag into the garbage bag and said,

“Here you go.”

“Fank you very much.”

Anya was so pleased that she was almost jumping for joy when she was handed the bag with a rare Bondman patch.

Ugh….what’s with this guy?

It’s very difficult to deal with someone who doesn’t offer exchange conditions, such as accepting being a model for the painting in exchange for the patch. If that’s the case, then Loid can just do whatever he wants, but people with nothing but best intentions at heart are the most difficult to deal with.

It can’t be helped…

With that, Loid made up his mind.

It was not that he was going to be painted by a famous painter. He told himself that there would be no problem as long as he was painted by an art student.

“Thank you for doing that for my daughter’s sake. If it’s okay with my wife, we’ll be happy to be a model. Is that okay, Yor?”

When he asked Yor, who was sitting on a picnic sheet watching them, for her consent, his good-natured wife gave him a flustered smile.

“Yes, Anya was very happy too, so it would be nice if we could at least help him.”

She responded with a soft smile.

The young man was puzzled and asked,

“Um, did I do something to be thanked like that…?”

He was honestly very happy to have them model for his painting as he said, “Thank you.”. He bent down deeply and bowed his head and held out his right hand, which was stained with paint, to Loid.

“My name is Felix Curtis.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m….”

Loid, who reflexively grabbed the right hand of the young man named Felix, almost introduced himself briefly and then he stopped.

Felix Curtis?

Felix Curtis is one of the most popular painters of their time. He is a rather eccentric artist who rarely appears on the stage, so his face is almost unknown to most people, but Loid just read a newspaper article of him recently that his painting was sold for an amazing price.

Don’t tell me it’s him? No, I believe Felix was in his mid-thirties…

However, the man in front of him looked like a teenager, no matter how he looked at him.

Even though he thought that the man in front of him was completely different from what he had read in the article, Loid regained his composure and continued to speak.

“Pardon me, I’m Loid Forger. I was a bit surprised, you share the same name as Felix, the painter?”

“Yes. I’m the person himself.”

Loid was absolutely at loss for words by the matter-of-fact response.

….Oh my god.

His expression was almost tense, as expected, but he quickly changed it to a surprised one and said,

“I didn’t expect it to be you.”

“Do you know him, Papa?”

Anya tugged on Loid’s jacket.

“No, but he’s a very famous painter.”

As Loid hid his inner turmoil and answered Anya’s question, Felix began to set up his easel on the lawn and said,

“Well then, I will start the preparations, you guys are free to do whatever you want.”

Anya peered at Felix and asked,

“This frail and slender guy is very famous?”

She even gave him a rude nickname without permission.

“Nothing like that, just a normal one.”

“Are you a billionaire?”

“No. Most of the money I receive is donated to art schools and other organizations. Painting costs money after all. I want many young people to paint freely without worrying about money.”

Felix answered each of Anya’s questions in a very serious manner.

He was a wonderful spirit. If that is true, then this man named Felix is a man of considerable virtue. Moreover, If Loid refuses the offer he once accepted, the Forger family could quickly gain a bad reputation.

As Loid was thinking that his retreat was even more cut off, Yor spoke to him in a whisper,

“......Um, Loid, is Mr.Felix really that famous? I thought he was just a student.”

“......Yes.”

Loid also responded in a whisper.

“He is what you might call a man of the moment. He is a rare artist known for his use of transparent paints to create photorealistic paintings that look like photographs. I’ve seen his works in museums, and they are astonishingly elaborate. A certain art critic once said in admiration, “He turns every canvas into a camera lens.”.”

As he was explaining to Yor, Loid also chewed over the details himself.

That’s right. That’s the problem.

What if the painting of their family, which at first glance looked exactly like a photograph, were to be mistakenly displayed in an art museum?

This is a worst-case scenario….

As Loid was thinking that he had to avoid that at all cost, he heard Yor said,

“It’s amazing, he looks like he’s the same age as Yuri.”

She was smiling and admiring him, but then she suddenly frowned. She then asked nervously,

“Um…..no matter how famous of an artist he is, it’s not ….likely that a painting of us as models will be displayed in an art museum, is it?”

“If he was an average painter…then no?”

Loid responded cautiously.

“In his case, there are a lot of people who want even a rough sketch from him. And when it comes to full-scale work…”

As he told her this, the blood drained from Yor’s face. Because, as you know, Loid has no way of knowing--- that she is an assassin with the code name of “Thorn Princess”.

So far, no one has ever seen the face of the Thorn Princess and survived. ----But, there can be one in a million.

If there was someone who she failed to kill and by mistake sees Felix’s painting in an art museum and finds out that the Thorn Princess has a husband and a daughter, there is no guarantee that Loid or Anya will not be in danger.

Thinking that, she turned pale.

Wh-What should I do? But, it’s unnatural to refuse an offer that we have once accepted unless I can tell them the real reason… You must avoid having your face painted at all cost, Yor!

After desperately squeezing out all the wisdom that she had, Yor came to this conclusion….

“Yor? Is something wrong?”

Loid, unaware of Yor’s situation, was worried about her, who had suddenly gone pale and silent. He called out to her in a concerned manner.

“Are you feeling sick?”

“No, I’m quite full of energy!”

Yor’s smile was clearly strained as she answered him with a smile.

“But aren’t you sweating a lot?”

“Uh…u-um..because it’s really hot.”

Saying that, Yor took off the blanket she was wearing. But unfortunately, under it was a thin sleeveless shirt. The wind that blew on her was unexpectedly cold, and Yor sneezed loudly.

“If anything, the wind feels chilly… you also expected it, so I brought you a blanket, right, Yor?”

“No, I was wrong. It’s actually very hot today!”

He was afraid to pursue the matter any further with Yor, who was still shaking stiffly as she responded with a firm smile.

“What’s wrong with you, Yor?”

Loid was puzzled by his wife’s sudden suspicious behavior.

“Based on the conversation earlier, I guess she was okay to be a model for a student’s painting, but perhaps she doesn’t want it to be displayed in an art museum.”

If that’s the case, then it’s the same with Loid but….

“Unlike me, who’s a spy, there should be no reason for Yor to be so reluctant about it. No, wait. Yor work at a tight-knit city hall.”

Certainly, it would be troublesome for her if she became a model for a famous painter and had her face to be known. It’s possible that some people might even say absurd things like she is paid by the taxpayers and she’s being frivolous.

At the very least, it will draw unwanted scorn from her co-workers. Maybe she was worried about that.

“Yor’s relationship with her co-workers are like that after all…. I see, so that’s how it is.”

Loid found himself nodding as he realized the reason for Yor’s inexplicable behavior, and Anya, who had been looking up at him for some time, blurted out before she even knew it,

“You’re way off, Papa.”

“?”

As usual, she suddenly said something he didn't understand.

Loid raised an eyebrow and asked,

“What’s wrong? What’s I’m way off about?”

Saying that, Anya responded somewhat flustered,

“It’s nothing.”

As Loid tilted his head at his daughter, inexplicable as usual, Felix finished setting up his easel and said,

“Well then, let’s start soon.”

At that, Yor timidly raised her hand and asked,

“Would it be alright if I go to the restroom over there for a bit?”

“Of course, please go ahead.”

As soon as Felix gave his approval, Yor rushed to the restroom at a tremendous speed.

Overwhelmed by her momentum, the three of them looked off in stunned disbelief at Yor’s back.

“Is your mother an athlete or something?”

“My mama is an..as..as…a someone who works in the public sector.”

“Works in the public sector? You sure know difficult words. Smart kid.”

“E..ehehe.”

“Borf!”

Loid was distracted listening to Anya’s conversation out of the corner of his ear.

“Oh, so she was just holding herself up for the restroom..”

Maybe the comment about not wanting to be painted was simple my own overthinking, and Yor was just cold because she was out here for a long time.

As Loid was thinking about whether he should casually put a jacket on Yor once she gets back, or if a blanket would be better, Anya was looking at him again. Moreover, her eyes seemed to be warm and somewhat compassionate, and when Loid turned to look at her, she was already working with Felix trimming Bond’s fur.

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xxscarletxrosexx · 7 months

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SpyxFamily Season 2 OP is finally here! Also, my attention kept honing in on the teapot & teacups, so here's an analysis.

(Possible spoiler ahead--you've been warned!)

What I've noticed is that the teapot is only held by Twilight, who I see is the leader of the family, and he's solely the only one pouring the teapot. We've already established in season 1 that the teacups are symbolic of the characters' bond/identity in the Forger Family and closeness with one another. So, each time the family is seen holding teacups, it's a Forger family moment (if that makes sense). The way I perceive the teapot is that it's Operation Strix.

SS1: In the beginning, Twilight is seen as very cautious and protective of the teapot (he even puts it under a sleeve to keep it warm -- furthering my understanding that he has control/is very protective of it).

SS2: It isn't until the car scene that we see the teapot again w/ Twilight. This time along with Anya and Yor's teacups. Everyone's cups are filled with the same beverage which could represent their ties as the Forger's. Twilight's crazy driving represents him driving the wheel of his mission. The turbulence in his driving along with his teacup and teapot moving could represent his control of his spy life (the car), control of Operation Strix (teapot), and control as Loid Forger (teacup).

SS3: When Loid pours the teapot and we see water, I perceive it as Twilight/Loid probably experiencing failures (despite how cute and upbeat this design and seen is). This is b/c the tea inside the teapot has been washed away by water. We also notice that Anya is holding her cup and it's not being poured into. So it may also be a sign of discord in the Forger family. Also, I love that the Forgers "drowned" which represents drowning in their respective missions/problems in their involvement in the mission or with each other.

SS4: We have a clear view of all members of the Forger's with their teapot and teacups. Twilight/Loid is missing his teacup here. I may be stretching a bit, but my analysis of this scene is that regardless of having his teacup (Loid Forger), he doesn't forget his role to care for Anya. We also notice that Yor's cup is empty, and yet both she and Twilight prioritize saving Anya. As a result, I see this as the family still working together even if they're not on the same page with each other--not being on the same page represented by the absence of tea in their cups.

SS5: Twilight has redeemed himself as evidenced by the piping hot teapot, and he also has his teacup too along with Yor and Anya. I also like they used airplanes here b/c it could also have a symbolic meaning that, together, they're figuratively on top of the world.

SS6: Twilight is now more relaxed when pouring the content of the tea (Operation Strix) out to Anya because he can now trust that his family (Yor, specifically) will have his back.

SS7: When Yor sips the tea, I see more of a symbiotic relationship going on here. When Yor is seen drinking her tea, Anya is happy. I see this as "papa is trusting mama" from Anya's perspective, and of course, she just wants her parents to be happy (and possibly in love with each other). And when Anya is happy, Operation Strix goes well (recall that Anya's emotions easily influence Twilight).

SS8: Same thing is happening here. Twilight pours tea for Anya but Yor catches it, which is a lovely transition that this will be a Yor-centered season (aka Cruise Arc).

SS9 & SS10: Harmony / being on the same page together / united as a family from henceforth regardless of their crazy adventures (shown with them upside down) together.

TLDR; I love this teacup/teapot engagement with the Forger family because it essentially summarizes the Forger's relationship with one another from S1. This is such a good OP b/c whatever ep is shown will show the growth in their relationship w/ each other.

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Hypnovember Day 20 - Transformed

(CW: Siren, pirate, someone being pushed off of a cliff, sex on a beach)

The siren’s song echoed across the waves. There in the cove, over the sound of the crashing waves on the shore, the most beautiful voice rang out across the sea. It was as if it was a chorus of voices, blending and mixing together in harmony, a symphony of one. Each part of it cascaded onto the one before it, like a wave crashing into itself. It mixed with the sea and the wind, blending into the perfect storm of sorrow and desire.

Captain Elspeth Mordan stood on the shore, her hand rested on the hilt of her sword. She stared at over the vast ocean, its dark waves crashing upon themselves, illuminated only be the moonlight reflecting upon it. Her ship was moored out there, somewhere, in the distance. Something had brought her to this place, something that sang out across the ocean, something that only she could hear. The crew thought her mad as they approached the island, a heavily fortified property that no pirate would dare step onto. But the crew of Captain Mordan was no ordinary crew. Her crew was filled with the most cunning, smartest, and most daring pirates that had ever sailed under the sea of stars.

But there, on the cliff on the far side of the island, sat a castle. Even by night, the polished white stone shone in the moonlight as though it were day. Many windows remained lit by golden glow. From one of them, Elspeth could hear the song. She reached to her side, unfastening the clasp around her spyglass. She extended it, peering through it. The lines of carriages slowly approached the large wooden gate towards the top. As the captain had learned, tonight would be a ball, and there was never quite as good of a time to strike for treasure as a ball.

“Presenting, the privateer of his majesty’s fleet, The Captain Melgrane and his first mate, Lady Elspeth.”

Elspeth grimaced, it was a good idea to play first mate and instead let Jo Melgrane take the lead. He was the finest forger and impersonator on this side of the world, however, Elspeth did not have to like the idea of playing second in command.

Jo took the lead, moving into the courtyard. Elspeth followed a step behind. Her pirating garb had been replaced by the royal navy’s colors that they had robbed off of a passing ship a few weeks past. Her hair, now brushed and washed, combed behind her head and pulled tightly into a ponytail made her scalp feel tight and pulled. She hated the pomp and circumstance. Her chest felt bound by the garment instead of her usual flowing unbuttoned shirt. Everything was cramped into this outfit.

The ballroom on the other hand, was so vast that even with the hundreds of guests there was more than enough room to move about. Jo paused and gestured around to the many riches that adorned the guests. Glittering stones and gold jewelry hung off of them in abundance. Jo made a point to pause on the occasion, gesturing towards the help, or rather the help that Elspeth’s crew had carefully replaced. Some were moving about collecting coats, swiping a bracelet here and there. Others were handing out drinks and food on trays, keeping an eye turned towards the captain herself. They were here for something, however Elspeth was not aware of what.

“Spread out. Keep an eye out for anything valuable. Try to break away with Smidge if you can, get upstairs to the private rooms where the good stuff is.” Elspeth murmured to Jo leaning in slightly. She pat their shoulder and broke off, carefully slipping through the crowd.

Elspeth passed unseen through the swarm. She was lucky enough to be able to keep her sword at her side, she half hoped that they wouldn’t demand to check weapons and was lucky to be rewarded for her optimism. It was much harder to commit a crime if you had to double back. Every so often she would slip a coin purse into her hand from a gentleman’s belt as she passed by, carefully dropping it into the awaiting hand of one of her many crew members as they crossed paths. It was a routine snatch a grab tactic that they had perfected over time, one they had run many times before.

“Will you dance with me?” A hand wrapped around her wrist, not tightly, but gently prying it away. Her fingers slid off of the coin purse she had been about to swipe.

Elspeth’s eyes raised slowly over the green silk glove that traveled up the arm of the woman restraining her. The flowing green dress that cascaded with blue accents in waves from her shoulders down to her waist before billowing outward in plumes of ocean waves. Elspeth looked up the woman’s dark skin, over her lips, soft, plump, accented by blue lipstick that matched her eyes, eyes that Elspeth could fall into like the depths of the ocean. Rich sand dusted curls hung down from her head dancing over her eyebrows before falling down towards her shoulders.

Elspeth’s breath caught in her throat. She stumbled over the appropriate response, even as the woman slowly led her towards the dance floor. The captain had never fumbled before. She had swooned and stollen the hearts of men and women all across the oceans and yet, none had ever held her like this. She could not speak, nor did she want to.

“I knew you would come to me. None can resist my song.” The woman chuckled softly, not cruelly but in a playful manner. It was as if a thousand bells chimed.

Elspeth felt the dance change directions. She turned, spinning the woman outward from her. Slowly the woman rolled back into her arms, a gentle pivot as they resumed their posture. “You’re the voice I hear. The one I followed across the oceans.”

The woman nodded and turned, pivoting slightly, her dress floating just slightly as she did. “And you came to find me.”

The captain pulled the woman closer, shifting posture. Her hand slid around her body, the dress becoming pressed between the pair. “Why me? What do you want with me?”

“It is rather what you want with me.” Elspeth pursed her lips. The song was coming to an end. She slowly released the woman, her hands moving to clap for the band, but while everyone else turned their attention towards the performers, Elspeth did not look away from the woman. The woman turned back, her eyelids drifting slowly lower. She tilted her head towards the balcony on the far side of the room, the curtains blowing in the open doorway. She led, taking the captain’s hand and gently tugging, beckoning her to follow. Elspeth allowed herself to be led blindly.

The curtains broke way, the chilly wind of the night air blowing in Elspeth’s face as they stepped outside. Her hair billowed behind her, the ponytail dancing in the night air. The woman slowly released her hand, traveling over to the railing. She leaned against the marble railing and looked out longingly over the ocean. Elspeth advanced slowly, her hand trailing to the sword at her hip, she did not know this woman and some part of her sensed she was in great danger.

“I have heard many tales about you. The great Captain Elspeth Mordan, feared pirate, the craftiest of criminals, the cursed pirate.” Elspeth tugged on the hilt, the blade coming free in the night with a solid swish. It sat placed an inch from the woman’s back, her hair blowing over the blade, the dark metal, untouched by the night air. Elspeth’s eyes burned, dark smoke trailing from the edges of her pitch black eyes. “The one who signed her soul to the sea for a thousand years on the ocean, bound to never find love or companionship except from the waves.”

Elspeth pressed the tip against the woman’s dress, the fabric smoking as it frayed beneath the cursed sword. “Speak plainly or see yourself make a quick fall into the deep below.” The words were icy, chilling the air between them with a cold bite.

“You are not the only one cursed by the sea. I wished to be free of its shackles, now I may not leave this island without the love of a broken heart. But to be a siren…” The woman turned slowly, the blade burning a dark stain across her dress. Her eyes burned a deep blue swirling wave, her skin shimmering in the moonlight with an undercurrent of sea dazed glitter. Her face was somber with longing. “Is to only be loved by those you blind with your song. To truly be loved, I dreamed impossible.”

Elspeth lowered the blade to her side. “Your song was not a call to me for love.”

“It was a call for your blade. A cursed blade to slay a cursed creature.” The woman looked up at Elspeth, longing in her eyes. She stepped forward slowly, her fingers reaching out to trail over the captain’s hand. “I implore you, please end my misery. I can no longer bare to stare out at the ocean, a world I can no longer call home.”

“You could simply sing to me and command my will.” Elspeth’s hand raised to the woman’s neck, her thumb wrapping around it as she gently raised her head to look into her eyes. The curse softened, black smoke abating to reveal her eyes.

“I would not force that act upon any. I can only implore you. My heart can not bare this burden. Please my captain, would you do me this honor?”

Elspeth’s throat tightened. She slowly pushed nudging the woman backwards against the railing. She felt her gasp softly as she pressed against it, slowly being leaned over the edge of it. Elspeth looked at her, her lips so ready for the taking. She had never wanted any like this before. Over the edges of the earth, over one hundred years, none had ever enticed her like this. Her hand raised, thumb tracing over the woman’s lips. They parted slightly, a salty breath escaping against the thumb.

Neither woman spoke, merely lost in the moment. Elspeth leaned forward towards the woman. Her lips lowered to her ear, breath heavy with a desire she had never seen before. “Call to me from the ocean and I shall run to you.”

Elspeth shoved, her hand pushing the woman by her head out over the railing. Surprise etched across her face as she fell backwards. Her dress billowed in the night air, bright shining wave that rippled as she fell rapidly to the dark depths below. She fell with a soft crash into the night, disappearing beneath the depths at the base of the cliff. The waves crashed, cracking upon the rocky base.

Elspeth spun, sheathing her sword. She turned, her first mate, Endraeth, dressed as an attendant standing by the window, her face stoic, no surprise or emotion on it. Elspeth crossed, stopping just to the right shoulder of Endraeth, pausing, their shoulders separated by a mere inch. She waited.

Endraeth did not turn, instead continuing to look out at the waves. “Should I be concerned Captain?”

Elspeth stared out over the party, the many guests oblivious to what had transpired. “I am finished here. I will return to the ship by morning, see that my quarters are prepared for a guest.”

“Should we plan to leave port by then? Or prepare a-“

“There will be no need for a return trip. See to it that the crew is well fed and prepared. We break for the other seas at dawn.” Elspeth turned her head to look at her first mate. “And see to it we are well stocked. We will be having a-“ A song danced on the air, the beginning notes of a tune that only Elspeth could hear. A smirk played at the edge of her lips “permanent addition to the crew.”

Elspeth turned and began to take a step forward when Endraeth’s hand caught her by the sleeve. “Captain, are you sure this is wise. I have sailed with you a decade now and I am not quite sure that you have considered what you are about to do.”

“You know as well as I do that a sailor can not resist the song of the siren.”

“Aye, but you are no ordinary sailor and that is no ordinary song.”

Elspeth nodded. “If I do not return by dawn, see to it the ship rides to glory.” She tugged her arm free and with it made her way through the party.

Elspeth stood at the top of the beach. There at the base, shining in the moonlight, was a woman, not unlike the one she had seen before. She lay upon the sand, basking the waves, her hair while wet, blew in the breeze. Elspeth stumbled forward, her feet tripping under her as she ran across the beach. She was thankful for the change back into her captain’s gear, her boots head more traction on the wet sand. Yet still she fell to her knees before the woman, just a foot out of reach.

The song had only grown stronger while she was away. It built, swelling into a storm that bellowed in her ears, vibrating within her chest, dragging her towards the source. She could not resist it, the song of the siren, when it called to you, to resist it was to break your very mind with insanity, to give in to it was to meet a certain death at a watery grave. Elspeth was prepared for the latter to be true.

“I called to you and you came running.” The woman said, her finger drawing circles in the sand. “And yet, you still can not love me.”

Elspeth crawled forwards onto her hands and knees. “I can not love or be loved, but then why can I not resist you. The sea would not send me to you for I can not be taken from my ship and yet, the longing in my chest can not be stopped.”

The woman reached up and brushed her hand through the opening in the captain’s shirt. Salt water stained the edges of the red top. Her hand cold, brushed against the pale bare skin, her fingers trailing over the soft flesh. “I would have you even if you could never love me. I long for your presence, the raw power that boils within you set me free, it should only be that I do the same to you.” The waves crashed against her legs, scales slowly forming on them only for them to fade as the water pulled away. Her bare body shimmering beneath the moonlight and stars.

“I can not love you in the way you deserve in your majesty.” Elspeth said turning her head away.

The woman gripped her chin tugging her head back roughly. “Yet you can worship me as no other ever could, for how could I harm one who can not be harmed. How can I force the sea to take one who can not be taken. You could grant me pleasures that no other ever could.” Her thumb gripped Elspeth’s chin and tugged it down, opening her mouth gently.

“Pray tell me your name so that I may cry it as your lips tear my soul from my body.” Elspeth whispered softly over the roaring wind.

“Cariote…” The woman whispered lunging forward. She dove at the captain, her lips wrapping around the humans. Elspeth could taste only the salt of the ocean on her lips, it burned in the small cuts on her lips and yet, she reveled in the sensation. The captain dove forward, pushing them backwards into the shallows of the ocean. The waves crashed against the pair soaking them both. The cold water soaked into the captain’s clothes as her hand’s found scaly hips, pulling them closer.

The siren pull back and began to sing. Elspeth could feel the song penetrate into her. It filled her deeply with passion and longing, a kind she had never felt before. Siren songs were always grounded in their own feelings. This was how Cariote felt, and yet, Elspeth could feel the emotion swell within her, a sensation she could not feel otherwise.

The world began to blur as slowly Elspeth was lowered into the waves. She could feel the siren crawl onto her, slowly undoing her belt. The waves crashed over them, Elspeth focused her breathing, avoiding the water that threatened to flow into her lungs. As the waves ebbed, so too did the illusion. The human looking woman, now gone, replaced by rich blue green scales. Her hair, tinged green like seaweed. Her teeth, sharpened to points, rows of them, menacing. And yet the song did not stop, and Elspeth did not fear.

Elspeth felt the waves crash against the bare skin of her legs as her pants flew over her head in a blur. It was as if everything moved in slow motion, her hands buried in the wet sand. Webbed fingers pushed her legs apart, spreading them wide as Cariote’s head dipped between her legs.

The song only built, no longer sang by echoed in the night air. Elspeth could not stop what was building within her even if she wanted to. The way the notes played against her body, the way the fingers plucked at the strings tied to her thighs, the way the siren sang her sweet song against Elspeth’s most private of parts resonated with an increased fury within her. Elspeth would die a thousand times over if this beautiful creature demanded it. She would throw herself from the highest cliff, diving over the edge into the ocean below only to be swallowed up by her. She cried out, tears falling from her eyes into the ocean below as the passion erupted within her exploding outward with the thunder of the crashing waves.

The song still carried through the night air for a long while afterwards. Elspeth became lost in it, her own voice merging with it on more than one occasion. She no longer knew where she ended and Cariote began. She was merely a vessel to hold the song within her, that was her true purpose, to be a home for the siren. She knew that now, the most feared captain on the sea, held captive by a simple song.

Cariote lay next to her as the sun began to crest the horizon, bathing it soft golden glows. The ocean washed over the naked pair, clothes long since discarded onto the dry shore. Elspeth’s fingers twitched and trembled, tangled in the sand and surf. Her body would dare not move, not because she could not, but she dared not disturb the siren. The song had long subsided within her, filling her with emptiness once more, and yet, she fell more full than she had in many years. Soon they would depart for their ship, but until then, Elspeth would revel in this moment.

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hanaonesflower · 2 years

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Loid “for the mission, must not draw attention to himself, do the absolute most for his family” Forger loves quietly. He would leave his room in the middle of night, with just enough time between night time and morning, to make a pot of cold brew in the French press. Loid does this because he knows Yor wouldn’t allow him to do so if she was awake. He thinks with his heart, albeit mistaken it for his mind, that his wife will appreciate his small gesture once she can enjoy a cup of coffee without having to lift a finger.

Loid “for the mission, must not draw attention to himself, do the absolute most for his family” Forger loves fiercely. He wants to meet his daughter everyday after school at the bus stop. Aside from ensuring her safety, he silently adores the way her face lights up at the sight of her papa. Loid loves his daughter fiercely, he has a heart of a lion. The walk home is serene with her giggles, his lifestyle is the most gruesome and taxing, a second with his daughter is all the rejuvenation he’ll ever need.

Loid “for the mission, must not draw attention to himself, do the absolute most for his family” Forger loves intensely. The peace and harmony in the family, to him, is the most important for the sake of Operation Strix. But for him, also, it is a reward to him. Loids holds tightly onto the stolen moments where he gets to see his girls smile. It warms his heart and eases his minds.

But most of all, Loid “for the mission, must not draw attention to himself, do the absolute most for his family” Forger loves honestly. His sincerity and genuineness are not subjected for doubts. He reserves a large and comfortable space in his heart for Yor and Anya. There isn’t a moment he can recall that his wife and daughter aren’t occupying his mind. Loid worries about them each second of the day, he might be unaware of this.

We love this family man, but we would love it more if he can come to terms with his feelings and admit that he loves his family!!! 😫😤

@kagejima @emmyrosee

#💌hanaonesflowerworks #spy x family #spy family #sxf #Loid Forger #Anya Forger #Yor Forger #Yor Briar #spy x family imagines #spy x family headcanons

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thesanityclause · 1 year

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Last piece of the year I think! I just love my D&D character Harmony. She’s out there, being cute and pink. Wearing outfits. Summoning spiritual weapons. Smiting evil. Reading smutty fantasy novels. Doing her best.

#art #dungeons and dragons #harmony forger #tiefling #dnd

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myriad-of-things · 1 year

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for world harmony

I imagine Ostania is a very purist nation consisting only of the three pony tribes. Westalis is a mishmash of all sorts of magical creatures. WISE is... almost entirely changelings. Their shapeshifting and love magic makes them perfect for the job.

Anya’s horn is more of a small lump on her head, which allows her to pass as an ordinary pegasus child. She was the result of experimentation to create an artificial alicorn, Ostania’s attempt at “winning the war” because alicorns are symbols of unity (and a real one has not been seen in centuries). She retains her mindreading powers, but also has future sight because Bond is a chimera in this AU and doesn’t have powers other than like, firebreathing.

Twilight is normally disguised as a unicorn, but his changeling form is shown here because it looks more cool. Anya knows her father’s a changeling so she makes sure to give him extra love to keep him fed. This AU amplifies the Twilight is oblivious joke because he knows his family loves him ‘cause he’s literally subsisting on it, but he’s also in hardcore denial like no, they don’t love me, at least not the real changeling me.

Yor doesn’t change much, still kills people. Her name would probably be something along the lines of Briar Rose in this au. It’s kinda funny, if you look at the color schemes of the Forgers in this au, it looks like Anya could be their biological child.

Handler is only ever seen in her pony forms because she loves her hat but her hat does not agree with her horn when she’s in full changeling queen mode.

thank you to @rachellysebrook @rlbbackup for enabling me

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taurussoulastrology · 2 months

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Being Prepared for Eclipse & Transits to the Natal Chart

Always be prepared for transits, especially with transpersonal/outer planets, to your personal planets, points, asteroids, and angles! Don't forget to check out your upcoming transits for the Libra lunar and Aries solar eclipses! Also, for the Neptune/Saturn and Jupiter/Uranus conjunctions! And Jupiter/Uranus/Sun/Venus conjunction in May!

☆With the Libra ♎️ Penumbral lunar eclipse - March 24th at 5° 7'. Libra archetypes are the lovers, the peacemakers, the artists, and Libra brings and restores balance. So again, look to the areas of life(house) this will be happening in! Us as a collective will strive for our independence and honesty. Simultaneously, we are called to release habitual people-pleasing and the maintenance of superficial harmony.

☆ The new moon solar eclipse arrives on 4/8 in Aries at 19°24', expect new opportunities to start to become available! Aries ♈️ a Cardinal sign, and their archetypes are known for being the path forgers, the pioneers, the daredevils, and the survivors! Take action to forge new opportunities for yourselves and families!

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rodaynaayari · 2 years

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H E H ⌓‿⌓ (I HAD TO DRAW THIS LMAO XDDD👌👌))

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wildtige429 · 10 months

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Transformers Dimension

Since Transformers: Animated would make its appearance in the KNS verse, I would like to point out some things in the story.

Septron is a planet next to Cybertron and Velocitron where ten tribes of Transformers live harmoniously alongside the elements, abundantely robotic planet where nature and machine live harmoniously as equals. When the war happened, sure many of the Septronians joined the factions but there is one group of Septronians who formed a mismatched group led by a mysterious Stygian named Rogue, but for the space humans, Autobots and Decepticons, he was nicknamed The Phantom due to his tribe being associated with the supernatural.

His group compose of Autobots, Neutrals and even Decepticons who chose to become renegades when they see the wrongs of their factions. Because of their members, they were crudely called The Strays.

They were 'exiled' to Earth and for the past fifty years, they've learned everything from the culture and language of the humans. Also, they planned to end the war when the AllSpark finds itself on the planet and that long-lost enemies thought to be dead are felt lurking on Earth.

Anyway, here are the Septronian Tribes:-

Stygians - The Stygians of Styx are a very mysterious tribe that kept themselves secretive in the shadows. Their led by a Shadowlord and worship the Forger (robot god) of Death, Doomscythe alongside their cousin tribe, the Vulpians and the Soulwalkers. Their logo is a sickle forming a question mark.

Kemonoids - Descendants of the fierce Predacona that take the form of animals with some being triple changers. They are led by a Beastlord that was Hellburst and worship the Forger of Animals, Lionheart Lux, alongside the Thunderians and Tepesites. Their logo is a roaring beast head.

Aquarians - An all-female tribe of water dwellers who were nearly wiped out by Transformer Hunters, leaving a few survivors scattered across the tribes, later led by Sealord Razortooth. They worship the Forger of Water, Otohime Lux. Their logo is a shark.

Arborians - A tree-dwelling tribe that dwells in the jungles of Arbora. They are equipped with very long retractable tails and great swiftness of monkeys. They, alongside the elusive Cloakers, worship the Jungle Forger, Tarzan Lux, and are led by a Treelord. Their logo is a tree.

Florians - An all-male tribe of plant-bending bots that live in the swamplands of Arbora and are said to deal in Dark Arcane (black magic in Cybertronian term). They worship the Swamp Forger, Mossblight, and are led by a Swamplord, formerly Quickstrike. Their logo is a leaf.

Scraplanders - Scraplanders are a barbarian tribe, living with the berserkers, the Ravagers and the underground-dwelling Subterrans. They have a post-apocalyptic appearance and lifestyle as well as making anything out of scraps and are led by Scraplord Onehand. They, with the Ravagers and Subterrans, worship the Forger of Deserts, Rampage. Their logo is a cross arms of a wrench and sword.

Septronian Seekers - Living on the floating continent of Stormasphere with the Stormites, what makes them different from Cybertronian Seekers is that they are led by a Skylord and some are said to have acidic venom in their claws, weapons and fangs. They worship the Serpent Forger, Ophiuca Lux, and their logo is a winged snake.

Stormites - Airbending robots who enjoy most of their time flying. Despite their aerial abilities, their alt modes are practically land vehicles or land animals mostly. They worship the Forger of Storms, Typhoonus, and are led by a Stormlord. Their logo is a tornado.

Pyronians - A tribe of very fiery, firebending and fire-powered robots that live on the volcanic land of Pyron. They are led by Flamelord Infernus, worship the Forger of Fire, Agni Lux, and their logo is a fire.

Arcticans - A tribe of snowy white robots with icy powers and immunity to the harsh cold temperatures of Arctica. They, with the therianthropic Robotropes, worship the Wolf Forger, Howlback, and are led by Blizzardlord Blizzardbane. Their logo is a snowflake.

Robotropes - Robots that can turn into werebeasts under a full moon or at will. Their bite, just like the Tepesites, can turn any bot, including an organic being, into a were-bot. They are led by a Werelord and their logo is a howling beast.

Tepesites - Vampiric robots with some of their alt modes being vampire bats and a bite from them can turn any bot, including an organic, into a vamp-bot. They are led by a Bloodlord and their logo is an evil eye.

Thunderians - An electricfying tribe of lightning-powered and lightning-bending bots led by Thunderlord Lightningrod and his mate, Sparkrod. Their logo is a thunderbolt.

Vulpians - Evolved turbofoxes whose alt modes are foxes and like the mythical kitsunes, they have supernatural powers. They are led by Foxlord Tailflame and their logo is a fox.

Subterrans - A tribe of eartbending, underground dwelling robots who enjoy digging their way through the ground the fighting. They are led by Stonelord Blindspot and her mate, Sonicrock. Their logo is a rock.

Ravagers - A tribe of berserkers who are said to wear the armor plates and even organic bones of their enemies as armor, weapons and trophies. They are led by a Desertlord namely called the Ravager King, who wore the skulls of every Transformer Hunters and armor plates of a fleet of Decepticons.

Cloakers - Transformers who can blend into their surroundings and turn invisible like chameleons. They are led by Mirrorlord Discordia and their logo are lights.

Arcanians - Transformers who are experts in casting arcane (Cybertronian term for magic) and are said to have strange anomalies. They are led by Magiclord Mephisto and his mate, Lilith, and their logo is a pentagram.

Soulwalkers - A very elusive tribe of ghostly-looking robots that can teleport in a wink of an eye. It is said that when they sleep, they turn into organic beings based on the planet they are on. It is believed that Soulstone mastered their soulwalking to trick his way into organic civilizations before roboticizing the entire planet into an Energon-mining planet like what he did to the other 80 planets, that are not overrun by zombots (robot zombies). They are led by a Ghostlord and their logo is a spirit.

#transformers #tfa

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