#she has a big crush on Vera

[chewytongue]

some theatre lesbians, Vera and Wheeler

[strawberry-writings]

୨⎯ Ithaqua with a reader who has a crush on him ⎯୧

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚You finally confessed in the snowy place of Leo's memory.˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

— ♡ When you first saw him you were fascinated with him. He seemed so amazing, his laugh, his abilites, and yeah...Whenever you see him you can't take your eyes off of him. There's just something special about him that pulls you in. You never told anyone about your crush on him, but once you did your close friend asked you this specific question.

"Have you seen his face though?"

Of course they wouldn't mean any offense by it. But they're actually right. You haven't seen his face, but you could care less. Appearance doesn't matter! Your eyes naturally gravitated towards him, and you always hoped that nobody would notice.

You often read books in the library since nobody is allowed to go outside the manor. Ithaqua often came in the library as well. You couldn't help but to always secretly look at him for so long.

You were quite obvious as well. Whenever you wouldn't see Ithaqua in the library, suddenly you only thought about where he could be. One time you were looking for the Night Watch because you couldn't find him anywhere and you made the great mistake of asking someone. The conversation went like this.

"Ah, excuse me? Have you seen the Night watch? I can't seem to find him anywhere."

You asked quietly to the Perfumer. She's known for having a loud mouth. She gasped and yelled out loudly.

"Do you have a crush on him!?"

The other survivors nearby looked at you two in confusion and or curiosity.

"I normally see him in the library! So wouldn't it be normal for me to wonder where he went?"

You desperately tried to reason with Vera. She just didn't buy it. Unfortunately for you, she always caught you looking at him everytime he was nearby and your body language changed as well.

Poor (name) was so obvious and couldn't hide their feelings for him. Not a while later a rumor went around saying that you had a crush on him and it was true. But that never stopped you from admiring Ithaqua. Due to your luck, you had to go against him in a match. Oh no, he probably already knew about the rumors. But strangely he decided to be friendly for this match because he wanted to speak to you.

He luckily found you first and looked at you. You couldn't tell if it was in curiosity, disgust, or maybe in adoration due to his mask. He reached his hand to take his mask off and behind it was a playful smile.

"So you're the one i heard that liked me a lot?"

He said in a mischievous tone but you could only admire his facial features. His eyes were beautiful, his cheeks had a slight tint of blush on it, his smile is adorable, and you could see his pretty hair as well.

"Ahaha! Rumors spread quickly don't they? I have no choice but to say yes. I actually do like you a lot..."

(name) replied with a stutter. Why were they so dumb? Ithaqua is gonna think they're weird and what if he hates them?

"I think you're cool! Your abilites are fascinating, and more..."

"What "more"?"

Ithaqua asked in a teasing tone. Just like he wanted to hear how much you liked him.

You quickly mumbled.

"Your voice, and that handsome face of yours."

He chuckled a bit at your response. So shy just for him, he hasn't had anyone admire him so much like this. Ithaqua thought of you as cute.

Ithaqua found you something new. He knew that your thoughts of him were different from the others, many thought neutrally of him but no one has thought this positively about him expect for his mother. He wants to get to know you more.

It feels like something big has happened with Ithaqua, he has never felt so curious about someone before.

"Do you want to grab a cup of tea with me sometime and have a chat? But of course, we could chat right now."

Ithaqua asked to the (hair colored) young person. (name) shyly replied back after realizing what they got themselves into.

"Ah, sure!"

While (name) and Ithaqua were having a good chat together, the other survivors were wondering what was happening. Why wasn't the hunter chasing them? And why couldn't anyone find (name) decoding. The two kept on endlessly talking throughout the match that they even forgot they were in one. Until the other survivors discovered them throwing snowballs at each other.

The other survivors kept quiet though. And whispered to each other instead to not attract any attention to them.

"Oh my, they seem like they would make a lovely couple. Their chemistry is so good."

The Entomologist said to the other survivors standing beside her. But the other survivor had to say something else that wasn't as positive.

"Aren't these types of relationships forbidden by the Baron? I find it unacceptable that a survivor and hunter would date."

The magician spat with venom. He couldn't believe that a survivor and a hunter could get into a relationship. He found the idea extremely weird.

But their thoughts don't matter. After all right now it was just you and Ithaqua. You can't feel any nervousness around him anymore, it's just like you two are meant to be.

That's their love story.

[verxsyon]

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ❞

it’s summer: the season of thrills and bittersweetness.

✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. bronya, dan heng, gepard, jing yuan, sampo, seele, & serval x gn!reader

✧ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. headcanon (written) ; 0.6k

✧ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. modern au, summer romance au ; angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

✧ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. one night stand (sampo), unrequited love (gepard)

✧ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚. omg vera comeback! i’m finally free from classes and i’m off from work for three weeks so yay proper summer break! oh yeah, i finally got bronya! my seele’s no longer gf-less. so this is supposed to be bittersweet with ambiguous endings throughout but uh, my mind went elsewhere with most of them lmao. hopefully this makes sense; my writing’s pretty rusty. special thanks to pigeon from the teahouse server who came up with the title!

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐚. a sheltered heiress who is secretly a thrill seeker. at night, she sneaks into an underground club where she hangs out with the only person who doesn’t treat her any differently despite her status. on very last visit, she reveals she’ll be married soon and her mother discovered her escapades, forbidding her from such activities. that doesn’t stop you from crashing the wedding and presenting a (fake) ring to object to the marriage, having you as her spouse instead.

𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠. a tenant under your grandparents as well as an assistant of their small business. his aloof personality is intimidating at first, not saying much as he accompanies you around your grandparents’ residence, but there’s more to him in his eyes. his nightmares catch up with him the moment he falls for you, and now he has to repress it to keep you safe. the more he pushes away, the more he wants to yell for help, and you hate to come home with a guilty conscience.

𝐠𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝. an estranged friend who has been serving the military, and is spending his off-duty at home. you haven’t seen him in years, so it is expected to start off awkwardly, but the two of you are glad to see each other again. besides reconnecting with friends and family, he wishes to resolve his biggest regret, being unable to confess his love for you. but maybe it should stay that way when he meets your fiancé, and all he can say is congratulations.

𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐮𝐚𝐧. a playful businessman who visits the bar just for his new favorite bartender. your coworker is gone for the entire summer, so you become the target of his flirting. at this point you’ve known the guy for a while, except he has a son who you’ve met at the bar, both terrible in acting and flirting. soon his infamous father arrives, not surprised that his son is there and is happy that he finally met you, his “partner”. perhaps you’ll await an explanation on your date.

𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐨. a notorious thief who stole your precious belongings along with your dignity one fateful night. within this season, you’re set to finish your bucket list, however, thanks to a certain someone, there aren’t enough funds. speaking of which, he sees the nearest person and pulls you into an alleyway to hide from the police. recognizing each other, he offers to help you with your bucket list as a deal. not only did he steal your things, he stole your heart as well.

𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞. a free spirit with a rebellious streak. she’s invited to the road trip, viewing it as an opportunity to assess her strength and explore more of the world. the beginning starts off rocky, her clashing with you about meticulous things and the others are trying their best to diffuse the situation. if the arguments teach you one thing, the girl is honest. the one thing she isn’t is when it has to do with her crush on you, hoping the arguments will come in handy.

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐥. a fairly popular musician whose name you’ve never heard of until your friend drags you to attend her concert. forced to listen to her setlist before the big day, you slowly become a fan and are able to memorize some of the lyrics. while outside one day, you’re so in the moment that a stylish woman excitedly says she recognizes the music. the brief friendship results in her contact info and gratitude for your support. then you realize, you know who she is now.

✧ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. if your url is in bold, it means i can’t tag you!

@kamiyatos​​

[latibvles]

Poet i am obsessed with the Mouse Hole crew and have been rereading some of your fics about them! Just wondering if you had any hcs for the more (imo) underrated gals of the group like Lorraine, Lena, Harriet, Fern and Carrie? Keep up the great work, love your writing!!

Hi friend!!! Glad you’re rereading and enjoying them!!! It feels like a good start just to know people read them, let alone go back and reread. I definitely do because all 10 of them rattle around in my brain like ping-pong balls. For the sake of the fact that I’m a yapper I’ll throw them all under the cut and break them up by character: I have a lot to say!

LORRAINE IVANOVA

So I think I’ve said this to friends but Lorraine’s older sister Vera is the one who writes their stories down after the war. Which says a lot because I think Lorraine’s relationship with her older sister is… strange, a little strained because they’re so different. But the love is there.

She’s bilingual! She speaks Russian and English. She and June are the ones who were raised by immigrants who didn’t have English as a first language.

She’s the second tallest out of the girls at a whopping 5’9”

She has a lot of respect for Jack Kidd and I think that, if they had spent more time around each other, they could’ve been very good friends.

I wrote about Lorraine being the one to get into some trouble in this fic for the prompt list. Of which to say I definitely think she and June are a bit of a tandem when it comes to fights. Lorraine is a woman of action and very few words at the end of the day.

LENA CONNOLLY

No siblings and apart of the only child club. I always imagined that she’d work with cars or something after the war because Lena is still a very hands-on person.

Out of all the guys in the 100th she and Crank get along great, but predictably Curt is the one she jives with first as two New York Irishfolk.

I’ve always wondered if she gets with anybody after the war / if it would be a OC or an opportunity for a crossover moment with BOB or TP. She has a very “brothers I never had” view of the guys she served with so she isn’t exactly going home with a wartime sweetheart.

Most often Fern’s co-swindling conspirator. And the one scrutiny June by the neck to keep her from getting them kicked out of a pub with her short fuse.

Very good at baseball, and a big fan of the sport. It’s something she and Major Egan bond over in the POW Camp.

HARRIET MORGAN

I’ve said this before: biiiiiig crush on Helen when they first meet. She’s all heart eyes over her for a little while like a schoolgirl until things start getting Real for Harrie in terms of the war itself.

I went “how neat would it be to crossover her and Malarkey and make them friends” because of their extremely similar circumstances (losing their best friends since training, cold trauma, etc). So I think they end up in a similar circle after the War.

Harrie has a way of worming herself into everyone’s hearts but if I HAD to pick a 100th Bestie™ for her, it’s a toss-up between Blakely and Dougie. She and Blakely have a brother/sister dynamic in my head

Rainy days are her least favorite. So we can imagine that she’s struggling a little in England. Good at persuading officers into giving her free bike rides.

I think out of everyone, her shift in personality from the start or the war to the end is the one that’s most noticeable for better or for worse. My sweet girl.

FERN CARMINE

If she didn’t make it in the USAAF she was going to become a USO Girl for the obvious reason: she has the voice and the charisma for it.

Went to boarding school for most of her life & her first kiss was with a girl. And has been the first kiss / awakening for many girls since.

Has always been close to her father and her dark secret is that she still wrote him even when he initially wasn’t writing her back. Eventually he starts though.

Gets interviewed a lot at the beginning because she’s apart of an Old Money Family. This tapers off just slightly when they get to England, but she was photographed with Viv for a TIME cover (which she enjoyed quite a bit, to be fair).

She and Curt would dance together quite a bit at Thorpe Abbotts. His is the death that hit her the hardest.

CARRIE HUGHES

As nervous as she gets, she really hates the days when the 349th flies a practice mission while the others go on a bomb run. The waiting aspect of it makes it considerably worse for her.

Her dad is a cop and her mom is a school teacher! Carrie is very girl-next-door-like in nature, the type to hide behind her mother’s skirts as a kid.

She painted sets for school musicals when she was in high school! I think she’s very creative but is also humble to a fault about it. Always a little nervous when asked to talk about herself.

A fairly decent darts partner though, mostly taught by friends in her neighborhood.

Her favorite part of the flight is being over the channel because she has a very romanticized idea of the ocean & the beach. She really loved the flight from Greenland to England guys

Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing those!

[the-bar-sinister]

Lucifer Was an Angel As Well (14252 words) by thesavagesabretooth

Additional Tags: Ambiguous Relationships, Dubious Morality, Post-Canon, Inappropriate Behavior, vera has a crush on the man who almost killed her, Extremely toxic, Vera Misham-centric, Kristoph Gavin-centric, not ship not not ship but a secret third thing Miles Edgeworth has been looking out for Vera Misham since her father's death, but he's not the one she considers her guardian angel. The letters had started almost immediately after the devil was locked away from the sunlight, and she keeps them hidden from everyone despite their influence on her.

Meanwhile in jail, Kristoph tries to weave another spell, and regain some measure of control. Will he be able to secure a deal that allows him his freedom, or anything like it? And what will happen if he does.

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August 26, 2028– 10:15 am

Vera was almost done with her shopping and packing for police academy. There wasn't much left to do, and a hum of excitement ran through her body, not only the thrill of her new future.

There were also the letters she'd received back from her guardian angel.

…it pains me to see the wrinkles and smeared ink on your letter– does the thought of me make you cry so much? Or is it really the thought of my absence that upsets you? 

If it's the latter, I have news that might excite you. Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth will be contacting you very soon to ask you a question that may alter both of our fates…

Vera felt lighter than air as she folded her new wardrobe neatly upon the bed. She still had some shops to visit, some supplies still left to find, but she was nearly ready to face the Police Academy with all the strength she’d worked for these past few years.

The letter still lay open behind her against her desk, a source of strength and joy that she found herself returning to again and again as she bustled about her apartment. The news within, the amazing and unbelievable news, warmed her the way the last letter had left her cold.

Kristoph Gavin may escape the hangman's noose– the opportunity she’d been hoping for to save her guardian angel…

According to my sources I need three people to speak on my behalf if prosecutor Edgeworth is going to strike a deal. One I already have. The others are yours and Miss Trucy Wright's. Perhaps you could quietly put in a good word on my behalf?

Vera Misham’s heart fluttered in her chest as she once more turned back to the letter. With a word, she held his life in her delicate, paint-stained fingers. Mr. Edgeworth wanted to know if she forgave Kristoph for what he’d done…if she’d endorse his salvation.

He didn’t–couldn’t– know just how desperately she wanted to give it. And with Mr. Edgeworth’s offer, she no longer needed to throw herself into a drastic measure to save him from the gallows.

The small and fragile smile never left her face as she held the letter to her breast, inhaling its gentle perfume .

“I’ll tell him yes…” she whispered in reply to the written word.

And just like the devil had promised him in his letter, Mr. Edgeworth had sent her a message letting her know that he had a serious matter to discuss, and if it would be alright for him to visit this morning.

She’d responded in the affirmative, busying herself happily with preparing her bags for the big move to the barracks. 

She’d written a reply to her guardian angel and already mailed it out before Edgeworth would ever have the chance to see it. A promise that she’d put in a good word…that, if Mr. Edgeworth’s kindness allowed, she would see him soon.

All that remained of the visible evidence was the letter she held to her chest and refused to hide until it was necessary. 

Of course, it shortly became necessary when– right on time as always– Mr. Edgeworth knocked on the door of her home.

Vera quickly hurried to her drafting table, flipping open the drawer and hiding the letter under its false bottom with the rest.

After carefully closing it, she hurried over to the door and opened it with a bow of her head.

“...Mr. Edgeworth. Thank you for meeting me here, I’ve been busy packing..”

He smiled pleasantly at her, and even performed a little bow. 

"I'm very aware, Vera, thank you for lending me your time. I know you're in the middle of a lot right now, and I hate to put more on your plate. Hopefully, this will be a simple matter."

He stepped inside, letting the door close behind him.

Vera raised her freshly painted nails to her lips as she let him inside. 

“Can I make you some tea, or do you think you won’t have time…?” 

"Things are busy at the office right now, admittedly, but I always have time for tea with you, if you've got time to spare from your packing."

He shrugged off his outer coat and hung it on the peg by her doorway, following her toward the kitchen area.

Vera smiled timidly his way with a nod as she bustled along to start the water “Busy at the office huh? Is it with whatever you need to talk to me about?” 

"That's part of it, yes," he nodded. "We're in the middle of doing a lot of restructuring in the department. – is there anything I can help with, or shall I stay out of your way?"

Vera leaned on the counter as the flame flickered to life under her teapot. 

“Just make yourself comfortable…the water’s got to heat before I can do much of anything.”

She put her fingers to her lips again “I heard a little about that from Mr. Wright the last time we spoke..that there were changes happening in the justice system.” 

Edgeworth arranged himself elegantly in one of her kitchen chairs at her insistence and nodded. "Mr. Wright is correct. It's a big job, but it has to be done."

Vera thought carefully, disguising it as her usual quiet and hesitant affect. The restructuring of the justice system..; the changing of the very way they treated suspects and prisoners..this was what Kristoph had meant in the letter.

“I think that’s really admirable, sir.” She put her fingers to her lips, before they shifted to wind through the ribbon-wound braid over her shoulder. “The justice system has…has its flaws, we saw some of that in my trial, didn’t we?” 

"I suppose we did, yes," Edgeworth nodded, leaning on her table. He seemed hesitant, and a little defferent to her today. "But thankfully we managed to get to the right place in the end, despite mistakes and assumptions."

“Despite mistakes and assumptions…” she trailed off. “Part of why I want to become a detective, Mr. Edgeworth, is to try and help with that. By being one of the people with their hands on the evidence itself…” 

"I look forward to having you on our investigative team, Vera, truly," he nodded. "Your skills, I know, will be incredibly valuable on the side of the law. Especially once we've finished refining how the law is applied."

Vera smiled a little wider, a rare thing that only flitted on her face for a moment before she twisted her braid around her fingers again.

“I’ll be doing my best, I promise. Maybe I can help— help change the law for the better.” 

"Perhaps.Actually– the application of the law is the reason I've come to talk to you today."

The water heated behind her, she could hear the faint burbling of it inside her old and battered kettle as she fussed her fingers through the ribbon of her braid.

“I’m happy to talk about it, Mr. Edgeworth…what is it?” 

"I'm afraid it's not a very pleasant subject. So I'll approach it delicately. Are you familiar with Prosecutor Simon Blackquill?" Edgeworth laid his hands on the table, one over the other as he leaned toward her.

Vera nodded quietly. “Yes sir, I know him. I followed Mr. Justice’s cases on TV. He’s the former death row inmate who was prosecuting for a while while serving his sentence. There was that whole thing with the Cosmos case, too.” 

"He was," Edgeworth nodded seriously. "He was prosecuting cases for me as part of a larger investigation that I hoped would exonerate him for a crime he didn't commit– and that is fortunately what happened. However, my actions with that regard have set a… precedent."

The chief prosecutor spoke carefully, and precisely as he described the situation. As if he were in court in a delicate situation, or a tight corner.

“That someone could be allowed to prosecute from within prison, if they prove to be trustworthy enough?” Vera asked. “or even be exonerated, or pardoned if the situation allows? Just like Simon Blackquill?”

She kept her voice quiet and even, tensing her fingers around her braid. She didn’t want Mr. Edgeworth to think she was getting excited…to think she knew. Her letters had to remain secret, her thoughts on her guardian angel had to remain her own little secret.

He wouldn’t approve.

"Precisely," he agreed, nodding. "And someone that I consider a dear friend, whose judgment I once trusted implicitly, and still put good stock in, has asked me to consider another case for such a situation. A prisoner has requested to be allowed to work with the prosecutorial department. A matter on which I am seeking your opinion."

From the way Edgeworth's stormy grey eyes caught hers, she could tell he was wondering if she would guess what he had to say next, or if he would take her off guard.

Vera’s heart fluttered in her chest, but…she’d always had a good control of her emotions. Her quiet, placid expression never left her face as she tilted her head to the side.

“If you’re coming to me…” she started carefully “then it has to be about that case, yes? Mr. Kristoph Gavin?” 

Edgeworth closed his eyes briefly behind his little glasses, and he could see his hands tense on the table. When he spoke again, his tone carried little urgencies in it– sure to be attempts at reassurances, so that Vera would not recoil in horror.

"Indeed, it is the very same. I will tell you now, that I am very hesitant to even consider the idea. Blackquill, we had good evidence that the conviction was wrongful. You and I both sit here knowing that Kristoph Gavin's conviction was not. The man is a killer, and I do not trust him. But I have set the precedent, and I must give the matter due and honest consideration."

Vera opened her mouth to reply, only to be startled by the shrill whistle of the teapot. She jumped, her hand to her chest before she wheeled around and began setting up Mr. Edgeworth’s tea and her own.

In turning her back to him, she allowed herself the frail and tentative smile that had been threatening to bloom.

“Your friend thinks that he’d make a good candidate for the precedent you’ve set?” she asked quietly. 

"She has made the case to me, yes," he said delicately. "She was very compelling, admittedly, but I am extremely hesitant. After all, we've seen that Mr. Gavin can be both dangerously forward planning, and alarmingly physically violent."

Vera watched the water pour into one cup after the other, before adding the small metal strainers with her loose leaf tea packed within to each and clipping it to the side.

But he’s so much more than just the darkness. A devil is an angel too, after all. Where he could be physically violent, he could be tender, like when he taught me how to paint my nails. His forward planning could both be dangerous, and helpful…his advice sound.I wouldn’t have gotten this far out of the shell my father kept me in if it weren’t for his encouragement.“That’s true…” Vera murmured quietly. “But I wonder if it’s really true…his violence, or how much of it was circumstance.” 

Edgeworth looked up curiously, and there was a small, sad smile on his face. "That's very compassionate of you, Vera. I need you to know I am very much not pushing you to agree to this. And rest assured your opinion isn't the only one that I'll be considering. I had him speak with a psychologist, trying to ascertain the answer to the very question you mention."

“And what did the psychologist say?” She asked curiously, placing the mug down in front of him with the faintest smile. 

"She worked up a psychological profile of him that went on for ten pages," he drawled. "The short version of it is that she thinks he's stable, and that circumstances that drove him to kill are, in her words 'unlikely to be repeated'. She believes him to be largely self-interested, and that despite his confidence, he wouldn't attempt another murder now that he's been caught. Additionally she– like Lana, my friend– brought up the idea of justice being done by him being given the opportunity to do good in the world rather than evil."

 Vera sat down opposite him, looking up at him with her dark and serious stare.

“I think I agree with that, Mr. Edgeworth. From what I know of Mr. Gavin…that sounds like him.” Her hands folded around her mug, rubbing the ceramic with the edge of her thumb as she nodded once. “I think he’s not likely to kill again…and I support the chance to let him do some good in the world…though there’s on-one thing…” 

Edgeworth raised his eyebrows, and leaned toward her. "I'm listening, Vera."

She rubbed her thumb nervously over the hand painted mug’s surface

“If it works out– and he prosecutes for you. If I don’t fail in my time at the Academy…I want you to assign me to him. “ She hesitated before she added– “so I can keep an eye on him.” 

Miles Edgeworth looked at her in sheer disbelief, his eyes wide and his glasses slipping down his nose. "Vera, I– that's certainly a request I did not expect. I can see why you'd want to keep an eye on him, but wouldn't you prefer I assign some– mm, more heavy handed watchdog to the man? Should any of this even take place."

Vera watched every expression flicker over Edgeworth's face. Perhaps he was thinking about what had happened with Simon Blackquill's 'watch dog'

Vera sipped her tea quietly before she worked up an answer. 

“I’m not as weak as I was two years ago…and I don’t think a heavy handed touch would help with Mr. Gavin, anyway.” She looked into the darkened liquid in her cup, and the ripples that flowed as she placed it down again. “I trust myself to keep him in line, and I don’t think I’d be happy if someone else were to watch him on my behalf.”

Miles Edgeworth wrapped his fingers around his cup of tea and took a sip. He made a wildly incorrect guess.

"You think it would be… useful… to remind him constantly of his sins."

It was a useful lapse of logic for her, at the very least. Better than the unpalatable truth that the devil still held a hold on her heart. She smiled faintly with a nod. 

“Potentially, yes. It could be a reminder…I could be the angel on his shoulder.” 

Yes, the devil certainly had a hold on her heart– maybe his methods had even rubbed off on her. It was a bit manipulative to allow Mr. Edgeworth his misapprehension. But if she didn't… would she get what she wanted?

"The angel on his shoulder," Miles repeated, considering. "I suppose that you could be. If this were to move forward. You said that you'd support the idea if I were to allow this condition– shall I assume that if I do not, then you would revoke your consent?"

“I would have to strongly consider it,” she murmured. “but I want him to have the chance to make up for everything he did.” 

I want him to be free…I want to see him again. 

"As if such a thing could be possible," Edegworth sighed. "Vera, I will consider your request, but I don't know if I can guarantee it. If nothing else, there will have to be someone else assigned to him while you're in the academy. I'll be asking Trucy Wright her opinion next. if, for some reason, she should give her support…"

“Then Mr. Gavin will be given his chance at rehabilitation?” Vera couldn’t help but lean over the table, even if she stifled the hope before it became audible. 

He set his jaw, and wove his fingers together. 

"So far, as well as Lana Skye's endorsement, my court psychologist, Athena Cykes has given her own firm endorsement. You have given me a hesitant one. In light of this, should Ms. Wright give me her own firm endorsement, I may be forced to allow the precedent to hold. If she's more hesitant, I may return to confer with both of you on the subject. Vera– if you want to shut this down, all you need to do is give me a firm 'no' and it will be spoken of no more."

Vera grabbed her mug with a quiet smile.

“I want this to happen, Mr. Edgeworth. ...I just want to be a part of it. Like I said…” She brushed her finger over the mug. “...Please tell me what Trucy says.” 

August 27, 2028– 4:00 pm

It turned out that Vera didn't need to ask Mr. Edgeworth to relay Trucy's reply to her, because the next day, Trucy contacted herself and asked if she could come over and talk about 'Mr. Edegworth's question'.

Vera replied– after putting away her half packed suitcase and the partially complete attempt at a painting on her drafting table– telling Trucy that she could come over whenever she wanted.

So Trucy had already been told. Meaning the votes that will determine Kristoph Gavin’s future were cast.

When Trucy came in that afternoon and hung her hat and her magician's cloak up, Vera could see the dark circles under her eyes, even though she smiled widely.

"Long time no see, Vera!"

Vera smiled at her faintly as she gestured for her to come inside. Her own eyes had dark circles, as they often did, for for once her and her eternally peppy friend seemed to match.

She could guess exactly why…

“Long time no see, Trucy.” she murmured happily. “I’ve missed you..” 

Trucy grabbed her into a little hug. "Aw… I missed you too. I know you've been pretty busy, like Pearl, huh?"

Vera squeezed her tight with a quiet laugh. “Yeah…the police academy’s got us both running around getting ready. I still wish I took a little time to visit anyway, though.” 

"It's okay. I've been busy training up my new assistants, too. Seems like everybody's busy, busy busy." Trucy chuckled and shook her head as they parted.

Vera nodded, brushing her hair over her ear…she hadn’t had the time to put it into the braid just yet today, and it hung in curls over her shoulders. 

“The world’s changing and we’re changing with it…” She gave Trucy a smile. “...it’s not always a bad thing.”

"Sounds like someone's excited for the big day." Trucy smiled, and wandered into the room toward the kitchen. "You must be mostly packed, huh?"

Vera followed closely behind. “Mostly…I need to do another shopping trip for some essentials, mostly. But other than that it’s just the last suitcase…can I get you something to drink?” 

"Sure," Trucy chirped. "Whatever you're having– I don't want to trouble you." 

The magician leaned on Vera's counter and gazed thoughtfully up at her ceiling.

Vera thought for a moment before she got out some iced tea from inside her fridge, bustling around the kitchen as she worked to get Trucy a glass.

“You’re never trouble, Trucy…you’re one of my friends…” Something precious to her, given her late start and withdrawn personality. 

"You're too sweet, V." Trucy smiled, looking at her over her shoulder. "I'm really glad we're friends. Are you doing okay?"

“I’m glad too, Trucy...” Vera turned with a nervous nod of her head. “Yeah…I mean, I’ve had a lot to think about, admittedly. Are you doing okay?”

She offered her a glass of iced tea, ice clacking against the glass’ sides. 

Trucy took the glass and raised it in salute to her. "Me? Oh yeah, doing just fine you know?"

Vera raised her own glass. “Even with Mr. Edgeworth’s question?” 

"Oh sure!" she said, taking a sip of the tea. "Kind of wild though, you know? Not exactly what I expected from my afternoon!"

Vera blinked a bit at her, before she took a sip of tea as well. “Not what I expected from my afternoon either when Mr. Edgeworth spoke to me…I..ah…I gave the idea my approval.” 

The ice cubes in Trucy's glass clinked as she jolted. "You did, huh?"

She nodded slowly as she stared into her glass. 

“Yes. I did. I know Mr. Edgeworth wasn’t…happy…to hear it. And I know he killed my father, but I wanted to …” She trailed off before she spoke back up and continued “I wanted to give him the chance to do some good.” 

Trucy looked at her out of the corner of her eye, without turning her head toward her. "What about you, Vera? I mean, you're the one he tried to kill, right?"

Vera looked at Trucy with a tilt of her head. “And he almost did, yes.”

She had thought about it, the feeling of the poison in her veins, the pulse of agony before she’d fallen into the seemingly endless darkness– the fact that death was hidden in her two favorite things in the world…

Her magic charm, and her favorite stamp of Trucy’s father and his troupe.

She knew Edgeworth, Trucy, Phoenix– they all would have wanted her to hate him for it. 

She couldn’t help but think it was almost mercy. 

She’d been, at that point, condemned to a life of being nothing but a printer of copies. Too scared to leave the house, ever deeper in criminal corruption without even understanding what it was she was doing.

She was glad he failed, and glad she survived. But she could see the logic she knew their surely had to be in the seemingly cruel and heartless action of the devil himself.

“But I-..in trying to poison me, it allowed me to meet all of you and to find a foothold in a life I was never meant to have.” 

"Well, I guess, but it's not like he meant to do that, right?" She cocked her head at her again, looking at her with her deep, penetrative gaze. "Do you know why he did it?"

Vera’s heart skipped a beat, and her fingers tightened on her glass. “Not 100% for certain, but I have my guesses…strong guesses based on his behavior towards me since I’d met him.” 

"Can I ask?" Trucy brushed her hair out of her face. "Cause.. that's kind of my hesitation, you know? I know he killed my dad and all, but…"

“But there was a circumstance?” Vera asked a little faster than she knew was ‘acceptable’.

She bit her lip and her manicured nails tapped against the side of her glass. 

“...I think he did it as a twisted way of trying to save me, Trucy.” She looked down into the glass “My life was hopeless when I met him. I was too scared to leave the house, and instead of…of ever doing anything to help me overcome it or even just protecting me as I tried, my father saw my talent for art and turned me into a production mill for forged art. My life was that rotting old house, my father, and my criminal talent.”

Vera frowned thoughtfully. “Papa was a demon who played the ‘kindly old man’ role to perfection. Mr. Gavin…he was kind to me from the moment I met him. I think in his own mind, letting me pass into the next life was the only way I could have been free. That’s why he chose something so quick, if not painless.” 

Trucy's fingers tightened on her glass, and she nervously chewed the knuckle of her free hand.

"Trying to protect you, huh? From your rotten papa…."

Vera’s smile turned tentative on her face as she nodded. 

“Yes…trying to protect me from my rotten papa…and trying to help me escape the filthy prison I’d grown used to.” She brought her thumb up to her lips, nervously nibbling just under where her nail ended, against the fingertip. “like a guar…guardian angel. So…so I’m willing to give him a chance, provided I can watch over him. It…it sounds like you heard something similar?”

Trucy put her hand down, and bit her lip, looking away. "Something like that, I guess. At least I think I understand a little more. I wanted to know if you'd be upset, you know? And also if, well, he just tried to kill you cause he was completely bad."

Vera shook her head. 

“...I’m not upset. I’ve actually asked if I can be assigned to him once I graduate…” She chewed her fingertip quietly as she murmured ‘...that makes sense…but no, I think he had a reasoning.” 

Trucy shifted where she was standing and turned to face Vera more fully now.

"You asked to be assigned to him, huh/"

Vera nodded, keeping her expression still and placid as she could. “Yes, I did. Mr. Edgeworth seemed unhappy, but I insisted.” 

"I can see why Mr. Edgeworth wouldn't be too happy," Trucy said. She took another long sip of her iced tea. "But if that's your ambition, then Trucy Wright will support you all the way, got it?"

Vera looked up at her in surprise 

“Trucy…thank you. ..you really are one of the best friends I’ve ever made.” She smiled widely. Cautiously, she reached her hand out towards her. “Whatever your ambition is, you’ll have my support too. Okay? And if you need someone to talk to about…all this…” 

Trucy smiled back, and clasped her hand. "You too, okay? A magician is great at keeping secrets, you know. So you can tell me anything you don't want to tell anybody else."

Vera nodded seriously. 

“You’ll be a confidant.” she murmured softly, and her eyes briefly glanced towards her desk “...sworn to secrecy.”

"Magician's honor. And I trust you to keep my secrets too."

Vera laughed into her shaking hand “I’m no magician…but I can promise you that I can keep a secret. I won’t tell a soul anything you ask me not to.” 

Trucy put her finger to her lips and nodded. "I trust you, Vera! So that makes us confidants."

Vera nodded. 

“Confidants, Trucy Wright.” She looked down into her glass before she looked up with a genuine smile “I’ve been keeping correspondence with Mr. Gavin since his imprisonment.” 

Trucy's hand flew to cover her mouth as she gasped. Her look was shocked– but not necessarily judgemental.

"Oh my goodness, you have?"“Please don’t tell anyone…” Vera’s fingers tightened on her glass. “but he sent me the first letter only a few months after I woke up from my coma. Ever since then we’ve been writing back and forth…he’s given me advice, and I’ve kept him company through the…the written word.” 

"Oh wow…" she chewed on her knuckle. "Right after… I guess it would be easy to send you letters, huh, since you live alone?"

Trucy glanced away thoughtfully.

“Exactly… and something grew out of that. A correspondence, back and forth." She looked up at Trucy, her expression making it clear something was on her mind “...thoughts?” 

She bit her lip, looking uncomfortable. "Just that if he ever sent me any letters around that time.. I don't know that I would have received them."

Vera nodded slowly, brushing her hair over her ear with a sad half frown. “...Because you live with your father, who…who was very unhappy with Mr. Gavin.” 

Trucy nodded along with her. "Yeah, um. Mr. Gavin and my daddy were very…. close. I think it hurt daddy a lot when it turned out he did what he did, and he got put in prison."

“I understand…I think Mr. Gavin hurt a lot of people that day. Mr. Wright most of all, perhaps.” Vera sank into her chair. “And Mr. Wright isn’t a man who forgives easy.” 

She followed Vera over and put her arms around her from behind the chair. "He's super not. Daddy's amazing and loving and cool and courageous– but he doesn't forgive people easily at all. So. If Mr. Gavin ever sent me any letters, I didn't get them. But it sounds like you've had quite the correspondence."

“Sorry you didn’t get any, Trucy. …I can ask him if he ever sent you any, if…if you want me to.” She bit her lip “..I have over five hundred letters in my drafting table…if you want to see some of them.” 

Trucy's hand flew to her mouth again. "500– in two years? That's so many…. wow. You guys must have shared a lot by now. Um… honestly, I'm curious, but I think it would feel too rude to snoop on your private letters."

Vera relaxed a little bit, leaning back into Trucy with a little smile. “That's fair. We’ve shared a lot…twice a week like clockwork. He’s the one who suggested I try and become a forensic scientist after I lost my inspiration for art.” 

"He is, huh? Well, you seem pretty excited for it." Trucy leaned down close toward her, unconcerned with personal space as the magician usually was.

A while back, Vera had been nervous about it. She was unused to others, especially so close to her personal space. The attempted kidnapping, her father, they all lead to a certain wariness over her personal space.

But the more she got to know Trucy Wright, the less nervous she got. She had to admit it was a comfort by this point– a sign of friendship and care.

“Of course I am…when he brought up the idea I got excited…more excited than I’d felt in months. My eyes and hands are good for more than just forgeries, after all..”

"It's true. You can do whatever you want to do with your talent, not just what–" Trucy faulted and fell silent for a moment, and Vera felt her fingers tighten on her, "well, what other people expect you to do with it, you know? You don't have any duty to just keep doing what you were raised to."

Vera looked up at her, tilting her head back with a concerned furrow of her brow. Trucy Wright– the magician scion to the Gramarye legacy, her old idols from the only show she’d ever seen, certainly knew about the weight of talent, and the path of expectations.

She’d followed every trial obsessively, tracked every revelation and twist during that tumultuous year in the Wright Anything Agency’s life. She knew the cursed and bloody Gramarye legacy weighed heavy on Trucy’s shoulders…after all…

She’d written part of it with her forger’s hands.

If anyone aside from Mr. Gavin understood her, it was Trucy. And she understood her.

“Nobody’s beholden to what they’re raised to be. Even if it’s hard to break away from it.” ” she quietly agreed. She reached up and put her hand against the side of her face with a sad smile “...Thank you Trucy. I know you understand that as well as I should.” 

"Yeah," Trucy nodded, leaning her cheek against Vera's hand. "It can be hard to break away from, but you're not beholden to it. It's all up to your own choice. And it sounds like… somebody's helped you make a good one for yourself."

Vera nodded, her thin fingers brushed against Trucy’s face with smooth and manicured nails.

“Someone has, and…and I’m embracing the path I chose with the push I needed.” she smiled at her, the implicit continuation on the tip of her tongue. ‘And you can too’. 

[fangable]

Can I ask about what Vera's relationship with her Sire is like? How was her Embrace and early time as a Fledgling?

aaah thank you so so much for asking!!!

Veronica's sire, Ferdinand, met her in 1891, when she was working at a fancy brothel. she caught his eye partially because of her looks, but also partially because of her talent for loosening people's lips. he hired her multiple times to feed on her and to make sure she was the right choice, and by the time he made up his mind, Veronica was already crushing on him big time.

her Embrace was carefully arranged, although she had no idea what was about to happen to her. Ferdinand made sure to blood bond her as soon as he could. so Veronica's time as a fledgling was, as far as she was aware, absolutely wonderful - she was in love! she had someone to take care of her! she had all the time in the world to read or paint or attend social events! the bond quickly made her forget the life that she's lost. who would care about any of that when it felt so good to see her lover's face?

it took over 60 years for her to escape the bond, and the only reason she managed to do it was because Ferdinand had gone missing for a few months. she spent that time hurting, crying, waiting for him, until one night she woke up and the only thing she felt was blinding rage at being imprisoned for so long. so she ran away while she could.

her relationship with him right now is... bad with a hefty dose of complicated. she avoids him as much as she can - she's left the Camarilla since, so avoiding Ferdinand has been pretty easy for the most part. when they do bump into each other, their interactions consist of pleasantries said through gritted teeth and thinly veiled insults. she'd claim she hates him, of course, but. she's a bond junkie. she remembers how wonderful and comfortable and natural the bond felt. part of wants that comfort back regardless of the price.

[supercimi]

Chia papyrus & aloe vera 🙃

Hugs!<3

chia: my friend had a big crush on a certain character from an anime so we always used to tease her by either drawing him in a ship with some other character or by hinting at some moments that are ship worthy in the anime she always got annoyed by it 😋 but now she's married and has a kid and it's just a memory we laugh about😄😆

papyrus:i actually don't listen to songs a lot so i don't have a play list 😅 but i do like to listen to rain sounds and anime openings sometimes 😂

aloe vera: i really want to stick to what i start and finish it i have a habit of starting things but leaving them aside once i get interested in something else or for whatever reason I'd try to juggle everything together only to stop everything and be unable to start anything ha yea i wish i was more organised and devoted to what I do and stop forgetting so easily 😫

i didn't expect to get an ask for this game 😂 I'm happy about it but i apologies I'm quite a bit of a boring messy person so i hope you didn't get too bored😋

[grettyetty]

Thinkin’ about my incredibles oc. I’ve finally given him a name.

Quincy Prince. The lead of a boyband and secret user of black magic.

His sister is Vera Prince AKA Despairity, a super villain who uses the ‘power of suggestion’. She whispers horrible depressing things into aomeone’s ear and it spreads through a group of people until a dark fog envelopes them and they all end up doimg horrible things including fighting violently with each other, robbing places, trying to kill people, etc, until a hero has to step in and stop the violence. Despairity makes innocent people commit violent acts.

Due to Vera being in the supervillain circles, Quincy knows plenty about Syndrome and admires his genius and inventions. Aaaaand has a big crush on him.

I might draw them all at some point. Maybe. I don’t like drawing much.

Anyway, I have an in depth roleplay plot for shipping Quincy with Syndrome and if anyone’s interested, my discord is splodge#6863 or you can dm me here!

[deadrlngers]

🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊 + moira pretty please 💖

aaaa thank you so much aj!!! moira my beloved <33

moira can perfectly speak in spanish!! she can't exactly remember her family and many pieces of her past are still a big question mark to her (due to memory loss) so she's left wondering why she speaks the language as if it's her mother tongue. thing is her family (of hispanic origins) spoke the language almost all the time, more than english itself, but she can't exactly remember about this

her full name is moira raquel velez but she doesn't like the name raquel on herself so no one besides her knows that she has a second name

a super fan of vera keyes, begin again is her absolute fave song. when any of the radio stations of the mojave plays it she turns up the volume as high as possible. it makes her quite emotional

on this note. she developed some kind of parasocial crush for vera, so when she discovers about her end at the sierra madre, moira is INCONSOLABLE. it's not that she expected vera to still be alive (a part of her did, tbh. maybe she was a ghoul now, like dean) but her end was incredibly sad for moira

despite her very cheerful and approachable nature and good heart, she's very quick to upset and even quicker to settle disagreements with bullets. the amount of times raul had to interject and stop her from ending a conversation with a gun are countless at this point

[emptyanddark]

The occupation has always lain at the heart of Tamari's art, but recently she found that the Easter incursion provided her with some unexpectedly rich subject-matter. When the Israeli tanks rolled into Ramallah, they made a point of trying to punish the Palestinian civilian population by destroying as many private cars as they could: "It was just a game to them," says Tamari. "Sheer bravado. The tank commanders would drive along the pavements rather than the roads, taking out as many cars as they could. Then they started driving up into people's drives and garages, wrecking anything they could find. For weeks afterwards, all these smashed-up cars were lying around: people kept them, hoping to sell bits of the engine, or perhaps the seats. They didn't want to face the fact that something so expensive was completely lost. Of course, there is no insurance for an act of war.

"A friend of mine had a little red Beetle that we used to go out for drives in. It was one of the cars that was destroyed, and when I saw it all smashed up with its legs in the air like some dead insect, I had the idea of making an installation with these cars. I got the PA to lay a stretch of tarmac on the edge of the El Bireh football field - a road symbolically going nowhere - and arranged the crushed cars in a line, as if in a traffic jam. We had a big party to open the exhibit - le tout Ramallah - and went home at midnight.

"Then, at four that morning, the Israelis invaded again. My house was opposite the playing field and I could see the Israeli tanks passing. They would stop when they got to the installation, and you'd see these two heads pop out of their turrets and you could see them transfixed by this sight, trying to make sense of it. Eventually, after about a week, a whole cohort of Merkavas turned up and the tank commanders got out and discussed what to do. Then they got back into their tanks and ran over the whole exhibit, over and over again, backwards and forwards, crushing it to pieces. Then, for good measure, they shelled it. Finally they got out again and pissed on the wreckage."

image: "Going for a Ride?" / Vera Tamari (taken from the book Palestinian Art: From 1850 to the Present - Kamal Boullata) | text: "A Culture Under Fire" / William Dalrymple | watch the video: "Going for a Ride?"

[royalreef]

@spkyscry​ inquired: [To: My Miri 💗 ] [txt] We need t talk. Privatey. Niw.

It was a worrying thing to be sent from Vera all on its own, of course. She didn't elaborate much if pressured over text, merely that it had to be somewhere not even the dead would whisper of it. Perhaps the first tell of something being so very wrong was that typo. Even when she was lax with her typing habits, the gorgon rarely slipped without rectifying before it even got sent.

When Vera arrived where and when instructed, it was only worse. By magnitudes. A stranger wouldn't have even seen what was wrong. Someone that had only seen one side of Vera, the one anyone would, simply would have not batted an eye. They were all very little things, after all. Something that can be overlooked if Vera's tight performance was not something that was known front to back. If they didn't see the actor behind the stage.

Vera did not strut, she walked. A brisk thing, devoid of the overwhelming assuredness that it often had. More pressing, she actually took Aurora off security duty to come with. At most, they would have been a few nameless grunts. Not the big white behemoth shadowing her silently like a phantom until such time that the leopard was finally told to wait.

Not the way Vera's eyes did not stay on anything for too long, or how she tensed at the barest brush against anything. Just a minute twitch, but it was plenty when put beside the usual. How her snakes, even, seemed to constantly be alert. Constantly testing the air. Idle scanning around that betrayed how uncertain even they were.

She talked fine. She laughed fine. Looked near perfect, despite herself. But it was merely the mask, which that too was chipped, and hanging onto something broken beneath.

Something had nearly shattered Vera to bits, but the stubborn thing couldn't show it quite yet. It wasn't private yet.

Couldn't break yet. Not just yet.

      There isn’t a word apt enough to describe the unique terror that flushed through Miranda upon that text alone.

         There’s a type of language that can only be developed when you know someone for the amount of time that Miranda’s known Vera, years pressed in beside each other and learning all the strange shapes of another. It is not a language that can be taught to another, but a language that has be be translated firsthand. Things have to take upon meaning of their own, meaning which would have been missed, were this earlier, did they not speak in each other’s tongues, a speckling of habits and an understanding that always lived beneath the skin. Minor gestures and movements became something new, every subtle shift indicative of what lay beneath, what was slowly seen because the eye was not big enough to see all of it in a moment, the ear not whole enough to hear everything that was another’s.

         It is a language of proximity, of closeness, and it would not make sense to anyone else. No one else would fear something so simple as typo. No one else would even blink at such. It was something that happened, inconsequential, a mistake of a slipped finger and not a moment more. For no one else would it sink through their stomach like an anchor, leaden weight to drag up the sea floor and crush what lay beneath. For no one else would this hold any significance, for no one else knew the fine lines of Vera, the habits and methods that accompanied her through everything, things that Miranda knew like the back of her hand, and with the same terrible realization at their absence.

        Vera didn’t make typos. She didn’t make typos in the same way that Miranda didn’t, that they were creatures of appearance, of authority. To even err this much would shatter the illusion of control. To make them equal, or even worse, lesser than. They could not afford to be equals, not when they were taught to lead, when they had to grip the throats of those who followed them so completely and utterly that they could not be construed as mortal beings. This was a weakness. If they were not concise with their words, then their words would be used to rip them apart. This was an opportunity, a chance to ruin it all, and so the habits of double-checking and triple-checking and forcing herself to type perfectly under the most unbearable realities possible grew inside Miranda. Habits that she had seen the shapes of inside Vera.

       Something was wrong. Something was dreadfully, awfully, wretchedly wrong, Miranda’s heart turning quick, her pupils running thin, and her own hands shaking slightly as she texted Vera back.

[ TO: If’n ruatt-y'trsc'iil 🐍💘🐟 ] [txt:] Meet me at my castle, you know the way.

        It would be safe there. Miranda knew it would be safe — she had her medical wing if things went wrong, yes, but so too did she have rooms that were soundproofed. Scry-proofed. There was no way for someone to spy on them, rooms that Miranda knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were safe, even by her kingdom’s standards. She didn’t care for her castle, but it was useful and would be useful, and if it would last though bombs and through warfare and through the end of the world, then it would last through this. She could trust it with Vera. She could trust it to handle whatever was wrong, to keep her safe, to keep her safe—

       It was getting to Miranda. The wait burned a distinct hole in the fabric of Miranda’s mind, made her fins flick at every little noise and her lips twitch and her heart run faster and faster, achieving speeds that were normal for anyone else but thunderingly fast for Miranda. Worry bit at the corners of her thoughts, scratched at them, ran around and around in their wire looking for a way out, desperate and chewing and chewing and chewing. All that loyalty. All of the loyalty that Miranda tried to ignore, that had been steadily growing regardless, that intense, wild-eyed protectiveness that drew her almost into a frenzy, and all Miranda could do was sit and wait.

       Didn’t let the staff get to Vera first. She sat in the entry hall, grand fireplace roaring at the far end while Miranda clung by the door like a thousand other barnacles, twitching and jumping at every noise.

        She had to be the first to see her. She had to be there when she arrived, when she opened the entry door, had to see how bad it was, how bad it was going to be, not knowing what was wrong but feeling it in her teeth and in her gums. For as much as Miranda made a leisurely reputation of herself, as a predator at rest, now she was a predator being stirred into action. All fangs and claws and looking for something to sink them into, muscle and bone and willingness to use them, anything, anything to keep Vera safe, striking a chord in Miranda’s mind that was sung so specifically and direly that she HAD to keep her safe, she HAD to do something, Vera was HERS and she was VERA’S, and if something had happened to her, if something had happened, if something had happened—

        Vera barely had to pretend, once the blast-proof doors of the Grand Entrance finally opened, because there just wasn’t enough time for that. Because Miranda was rushing to her side like a wolf, curling around her, rubbing her side to Vera’s and curling her tail behind them, glancing around like she was expecting a threat, danger, to reveal itself in the shadows, to have followed them even here. Quick, hard breaths that came and filled Miranda’s shallow lungs before departing, fins that turned this way and that and back again, chasing every little sound, chasing every slight movement.

        Everything was all wrong. Everything had been left in all the wrong places, careless with hurt, and every part of this new and awful mundane reality that almost, but not quite, fit Vera drove Miranda further and further into her panic, into her protective hunger, into the all-consuming wildfire that would kill and destroy and bite and fling herself from the very edge for Vera’s sake, all for her sake, anything, anything in the madness of loyalty, of love, anything to keep Vera safe.

        Miranda brought Vera to her bedroom. Just because it was the first thing she thought of, really, that Vera would be safe there, would be protected. If Miranda could sleep there, then so too could Vera share what she needed to share. She could share what was wrong, and Miranda could keep her safe, could keep her protected. She knew the latches of the door, knew how well-protected it was, knew that only Bellanda could follow them in afterwards, and she locked them all behind them once Vera was in.

       Below ground floor, on the side of the cliff Miranda’s castle was made into — tall, wide windows looked out and over the ocean, dark waves rolling and tossing in their beds, an endless blanket of the clearest stars for miles to cover them above. They could be seen on either side of a tall, wide, natural-stone pillar that stood in the middle of the room, lifting all the way up and through the ceiling, cutting it into two halves. The second of which contained two levels, snaking around that pillar, one lifting high into a seating area, up tall where Miranda could look out over the ocean, and one below the other, darker stone closing all around, and a woven curtain that moved and looked exactly like falling water to protect her privacy. They wouldn’t be able to see Miranda’s bed from here.

        The first half was where Miranda led Vera, gently tugging on her arm over to a couch. From the upper seating area, following along the path of the stairs up to it, flowed a stream of saltwater, and it collected in an artificial tidepool on this side of the room, couches and chairs arranged around it, chandelier hanging above it.

        The sound of water flowing was the only other sound as Miranda took Vera’s hands into hers, sitting beside her on the couch, close and frightened and not sure if she should answer the call of that all-consuming protective rage, and finally asked Vera, “What- what did you need to speak with me about, my love?”

[stashandtell]

Breaking Through a Plunnie-Justification Block

I've been trying to problem solve a compelling baby plot bunny I can't get rid of and I just had a breakthrough that I need to tell someone about.

I've been trying to figure out a time travel story that has Hermione going back to be at Hogwarts with Charlie and Bill-- but where she can't/doesn't have a ton of responsibility for changing the future much. I've been struggling with the following things: 1) What happens that she's thrown back in time to be in the same year as Charlie or the year between Charlie and Bill? Since I don't want to write something where she has to destroy all the horcruxes and she's reasonably school-aged, this means she needs to be sent back mid-canon. With Tonks in the mix, I'm guessing it takes place during OOTP but I need to plot out some things before I commit to that. Might be better to do it between OOTP and HBP. 2) What kind of drama does she get into other than a possible love triangle or two? I mean, of course there's a good chance she's going to catch the interest of Charlie and Bill...but also young Tonks? I always want to read a pairing about Charlie/Tonks or Bill/Tonks but Hermione/Tonks is very compelling. One of my top three all-time faves, Amends, or Truth and Reconciliation by Vera Rozalsky on fanfiction.net has a truly genius and heartbreaking sub-plotline of Hermione's secret/unrequited crush on the deceased Tonks. (This fic is a Hermione/Draco/Neville, Nevmione, Dramione work and it's can be a bit challenging-- but has my absolute favorite Augusta Longbottom characterization.) The more I think about this fic, the more Hermione's crush on Tonks is my headcanon. Hermione may need to deal with things that come before her time-travel trip like the diary (hopefully), the Chamber of Secrets (potentially), and Sirius Blacks imprisonment (definitely.) But, can she do it alone? What if she doesn't have to? I had been trying to figure out if it was worth sending her back with someone, possibly Theo (maybe an Unspeakables accident?), but I have some big Theomione pieces in the works and didn't want to muddy up the love connections. I'm so hard-pressed to not create some kind of romantic tension between Hermione and Theo when I can. The Breakthrough? WELL. IT'S TONKS. HERMIONE AND TONKS GO BACK IN TIME and Tonks has to metamorphmagus-ize into someone else of appropriate age. Probably Hermione's sibling. OF COURSE young Tonks gets a crush on the adult version of Tonks disguised as a kid and OF COURSE Tonks has to play all of the other roles-- appearing as the parents who enroll them in school, the former school headmaster, etc. I AM SO EXCITED AT THIS BREAKTHROUGH! I love a Charmione and a Billmione and I adore reading and writing sentimental teenage stories. I find it challenging to enjoy these pairings when Hermione is in school and the age-gaps aren't thoroughly justified; it takes me out of the story most times. I've been wanting to read stories where Hermione is developmentally well-matched with Charlie or Bill or even outpaces them and living in the world of their younger selves seems perfect. I just want this to be teenage coming-of-age fluff and angst that isn't war-focused where Charlie, Bill, young Tonks, and Hermione get to enjoy being young during relative peacetime. This has completely side-tracked me today and I am SO CHUFFED that my weekend plans for writing are now locked in. If you know of any solid time-travel or other works that lead characters back to teenage Charlie and Bill years, can you leave a comment-rec? I've looked casually but probably don't have the right filters. I've read some, mostly in the Charlie/Tonks or Bill/Tonks tag on AO3 but recommendations are always more fruitful for the good stuff. I will update to the link(s) for this fic when it's posted.

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Old OC convo, characters. Questions exchange

Likes

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate/cider

How do they like their coffee?

Where do they buy their coffee?

What is their favorite kind of tea?

Where do they like to buy their tea?

What do they like in their hot chocolate?

What do they like best with their hot drink?

What is their favorite kind of pop?

What are their favorite kinds of juice? Jug and singles.

Eclipses characters

1. Ravi prefers teas to be honest though he isn't big fan on citrus flavored ones as much,  Diego prefers coffee though he wants it sugary, Charlie would be neutral he doesn't have a big choices but he'll chose hot chocolate if he's in the mode

2. Ravi likes it black- he'll sneak some honey in it, Diego watch him dump sugar into that coffee,  Charlie would have some cream and 2 spoon sugar

3. Ravi- at a certain small cafe he's kinda picky, Diego doesn't care either the nearest convince store or grocery store, 

Charlie would buy it at a local Starbucks- he isn't sure if he can knock on his old schools door to get coffee from them

Paris:

1.he prefers. Coffee like wake him up inside he needs it

2. He too enjoys having half and half and sugar *he at desperate hours of needing to be awake has actually put monster in it- Cinead and Miguel suffer that crash and burn*

3. He buys the grounds either at his favorite local coffee shop or buys it at bulk whenever he can really, he got a coffee machine at home

4. He's okay with tea not big on it, so he leans towards the flavored ones like peach

4.Ravi: Green tea, Diego: not big on it so maybe camomile, Charlie: cinnamon

5. Ravi - he's very pick on which he likes don't doubt him on his teas dammit. He gets it from a little shop he stumbled in that he not disclosing,  Diego:from the nearest mexican store ,its just cheaper there, Charlie: he buys it again when its time to stock up on food

6. Paris likes whip cream, ravi nothing originally till Diegp converted him to mini marshmallows, Diego marshmallows,  Charlie waffles

7. Paris he likes with soups mostly,  Ravi with a warm meal, Diego doesn't care he'll get it when he wants,  Charlie same though prefers it when he has company over

8. Paris: Coke, Ravi: he doesn't care, he goes for sports drinks,  Charlie: Pepsi all the way, Diego: Squirt he likes the fizz

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Red, being an SE, does not need coffee to function. She gets the most flavorful thing on the Starbucks menu. Jasper likes Caramel in his, and goes to coffee shops.  Bioshock Jasper, is addicted to coffee, and the eve he gets from it, and will drink any and all coffee.

Reds preferred tea, is Chai tea. She also likes matcha and mint tea. She goes to tea stores to get these. Jasper, likes fruit flavored, especially Citrus, and usually goes to the grocery store.

Both like cinnamon in their hot chocolate. Red tops it with whipped cream, and Jasper takes whipped cream and marshmallows.

Depending on the time of day, they eat bagels or cookies with their hot drink. Red likes everything bagels and Jasper likes cheese bagels.  The preferred cookie is Pocky, but Icebox cookies go nicely too.

Red likes root beer floats, Jasper likes lime crush.

Reds favorite juice is Aloe Vera juice, she drinks it gaming with Lenna a lot. Jasper likes lemonade, especially the glass ones with other fruits like strawberry added.

In a fridge container, Red likes the smoothie mixes, where Jasper would go for five alive

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1. What sort of ticks does yours oc does when bored?

2. Favorite movies

3:favorite websites

4. Do they do any sports?

5. Dumbest thing they attempted on dare

6. Do they dance

Red

Red, does a lot of things when bored. Practices impressions, sings, plays video games, cooks, reads, draws,  practices a trick, studies, surfs the internetwatches tv\youtube\ cartoons. She tries to keep busy.  She's primarily an audio learner, and has memorized a lot of songs. She likes to do something with her hands, even if it's tap the beat

Jasper, draws and listens to music. He might pace. Play solitaire.

Reds favorite movie is Up.  Jasper likes X men

Red likes YouTube, newgrounds, twitch, videos, and Wikipedia

Jasper likes tv tropes

Yes.  Red has done gymnastics, parkour,  dance (primarily Jazz),  cross country, and Skating, swimming, alongside all of the fight practice she does. She does team sports in pickup games too.

Jasper is less sporty, but he still does gymnastics, hip hop, and parkour, along with school sports.

Red- I don't know what it was, but it probably lead to the diplomatic incident

Jasper- "borrowed" A phone, and sent selfies after a bus trip

They dance

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Eclipses characters

1. Conan has a habit of beating his knuckles against his leg or surface in a steady rhythm. Most time if he has a friend near by he's going to throw Shakespeare quotes at them to get a rile or play hand games if he's getting restless *prepare for an intense game of patty cake* 2. Andre hums to songs he likes from musicals, rereading over scripts for a new role, uploading his theater blog aesthetics, and he also send some snapchats of his bored-pls-send-memes commentary he lives to entertain 

2. Conan likes Harry Potter movies but he make so much commentary on it. Andre likes the Heathers and yes he is guilty of being found singing most of Les Miserables songs.

3. Conan Youtube, Ao3 *he's saving most of his fav fanfics there*, and Instagram. Andre Youtube, Instagram, tumblr, costume websites,  theater groups,

4. Conan is a boxer, swimming, running, and occasionally joins in with rugby when he wants to. Andre doesn't do as much sports but he will to keep himself fit,  so cross country, boxing with Conan *at this point everyone in their friend group had Conan teach them to box*, ballet, and dancing

6. Conan was trying to prove a young Mario that he too can backflip off a trampoline into the pool, enough to say it didn’t work out as he planned. Andre had to touch thee butt, challenge in theater group he came out victorious

6. Yes they both do,  Andre ballet and other forms of dance and Conan by extension due his friendship with Maria and Andre

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Sick food

Um, I meant, food they want to eat when they are sick. Like, do they prefer, tomato soup, or do they want vegetable. Or do they hate soup, and decide to instead have vegetable juice, or just drink Gatorade or something.

Eclipses characters

Ivette:would be porridge it's what her mother would make her when she got sick, Charlie: would lean more towards break when he's sick *even if he knows he shouldn't have too much but he begs for it* like borak or if not then he goes for rice, Michelle would be a simple chicken broth, Mahalia : doesn't like soups very much *she's a bit of a messy eater* but she prefers steamed veggies and water,  Ravi is stubborn and thinks all you need is to drink a lot of fluids *much to the dismay of his Uncle* and chug down sports drinks but eventually grudgingly accepts tea *with honey* and a chicken soup

Diego: he against all odd just would rather have something spicy when he's sick and gatorade is the way to go for him, Marciela hates teas but grudgingly drinks them if she has too *funnily enough my mom does the same with us when we have colds* mostly camomile

Maria and Miguel: sopa de Estrella *star tomatoe soup* cause it was an easy not heavy soup to make and their dad insists they eat light foods, Conan:porridge *he hates it if its too watery, likes some honey in it*

David: teas and beansprout soup with to his disgust anchovies, Andre: water and chicken soup with alaches *im not sure the english worde for that* and steamed spinach

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Presents

Ivette and Charlie send each other things they see on their trips that they want to share with the other be it a photo, books, and little trinkets. Call it cliche but they would prefer having the other as the the present *considering how busy they both get time together is precious *

Grace likes to the presents herself like paintings she did of places Erik is so fond of , a tin of sweets she manages to sneak into his satchel before he leaves for work and on days she travels for her own work if she somehow manages to find that book he always wanted to get she'll get it for him to bring back, and even a god awful sweater that he can add to his collection of Hideous Sweaters *what you think she forgot about his obsession with Shrek? Fat chance*. Erik on his part does bring her gifts , the silly enchanted garments of oven mitts the has loaf of bread rising, a new pair of dragon gloves that she eyed in their trips to the market, and small bouquet of wild flowers that grow along the path home

Red gave competitive boyfriend a really high quality Santoku  knife. (One of his hobbies is cooking. She prefers baking, but enjoyed the lessons he gave her in it. And the cooking competitions they had afterwords. It would be annoying to the others, but they make really good food, so it's a mixed bag) Everyone else thought it was weird, but he loved it.

(According to one superstition, a knife presented as a gift will sever the friendship between the giver and the recipient. The only way around this unfortunate outcome is to tape a penny to the knife. The coin must be promptly removed and returned to the giver as a form of symbolic payment.)

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[time-keepers-blade]

Small details about my oc's

I wanted to drop some random pieces of info about my oc's just for funsies.

Dustin/Demix

☆Will absolutely suck down Barq's root beers. His favorite soda of all time. He's usually buying three 12 packs at a time because he truly does drink that much soda.

☆A sucker for sweet foods. He loves loves loves most chocolates, though he tends to lean more towards milk chocolate candies.

☆Absolutely an animal lover. Dogs, cats, rabbits, birds, frogs, lizards, snakes, you name it, he thinks it's cute. He's always wanted to grow old surrounded by lots of animals.

☆Despite his love of most animals, insects and arachnids scare him. It's just something to do with having so many legs and feet that makes his skin crawl.

☆Is a true 90's baby, obsessed with Nu Metal and Indie rock. He's the dude who still has Nirvana posters everywhere in his room, and he swears up and down that he doesn't have a crush on Kurt Cobain. (He does, but who can blame him?)

Zakariah

•He loves to cook. It's his love language to feed those around him. If he never feeds you, he probably doesn't like you. If you mention having a favorite food you best believe this dude is gonna start cooking it for you ALL the time.

°He's the tallest amongst his friend group, standing at 6 feet on the dot. He uses his height to his advantage literally every chance he gets.

•The gamer of the group. If he's not cooking, he's playing some niche video game that he saw online. He also loves horror games, which has lead to many sleepless nights of him fighting through several bosses and cursing out the game for every little jumpscare.

°A total romantic. His ideal date is cooking a big meal for his partner, decorating his entire house, then having your typical post-dinner movie marathon.

•Loves all things Halloween. The same goes for Dustin, actually. Both dudes are obsessed with the whole month of October, they both affectionately call it 'Espookie Month'

Rosalinn

♡Lover of all things Christmas. She's the type that starts playing Christmas music the day after Thanksgiving. Hell, she'll play Christmas music at Thanksgiving dinner, it's her way of saying 'fuck you' to the original true story of Thanksgiving.

♡Despite her nickname being based on a rose, her favorite color is pink. She's tried dying her hair pink before, but it came out more of a pastel pink rather than a bright pink. She loved it either way.

♡Another animal lover, she wanted to be a veterinarian when she was younger.

♡Will eat anything with potatoes in it. For some reason, she's just obsessed with potatoes. To her, there's so many ways to cook and consume potatoes, wich means that they're truly the best vegetable out there.

♡Despite her main jobs revolving around destruction and fire, she has a major green thumb. When she has downtime, she's more than likely in her garden, tending to her plants. She grows veggies, herbs, flowers, all of it. Her favorite plant is the Aloe Vera, and her favorite flower is white wisteria.

[latibvles]

Hello dear, if it's not too late (I mean for the winter ask game) could I get 🧣? Thanks xx Vera

🧣SCARF: TELL US ABOUT A SECRET YOUR OC HAS AND WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF THEY REVEALED IT. / send me an ask!

Okay we’re going into Ms. Clarke’s big vault of secrets and narrowly avoiding the ones we can’t talk about because spoilers.

But I think for a little while she thought Ron was going to be her first kiss, back when she was a teenager. She was one of those people who take a while to admit to their crushes, even if she’s thinking about him in that context. After the whole incident with Sam, she did think about kissing him.

If she revealed it to the girls they’d find it a little endearing and probably tease her about it. If Ron found out he’d say something akin to “well now I’m your Last first kiss so you were right.” just in more … Ron-esque words (bear with me I just woke up </3).

thank you for the ask sweetheart!

[note-a-bear]

I genuinely GENUINELY just really enjoy Sarah Paulson's performances. The fact that she found her niche in these high drama suspense roles only makes it better.