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stealingpotatoes · 4 years

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First Meeting

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Summary: Alexi Mayhew meets Empress Emily Kaldwin for the first time. But it doesn’t really happen how she thought it would.

(nb: Going off extra lore stuff, Alexi and Emily were close good friends when they were kids, so I thought I’d write a little thing on smol Emily & Alexi meeting cause ya know… why not? Also realised I never posted this to tumblr so... here it is now!)

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Alexi hated getting dressed up. Back in Potterstead, she almost never had to get all dressed up formally, but she’d barely lived in Dunwall more than two months, and it already felt like she’d been to more formal things here than she had in her whole life before moving here. And in Dunwall Tower -- because that meant they were at the Empress’ court, apparently -- Alexi had to be even more formal. Her almost-floor-length green dress was too stiff and her mother had done her hair up with too many pins. Alexi hated it.

And they were at a boring meeting or talk or something. But the Empress wasn’t even there, because they were actually seeing her this evening, so really Alexi didn’t even need to look ‘nice’ until then. She didn’t even know what they were doing in Dunwall Tower, really. Her parents owned shops; they weren’t nobles.

But one thing Alexi did know was that she was unbelievably bored just standing there. So she had slipped out of the room, taken her hair down, and began wandering about the Tower. None of the guards seemed to pay her much mind, so she guessed that she was allowed to. She eventually wound up in a hallway with a bunch of paintings along the walls. Some of them had various Emperors and Empresses, some of them were just random places or maybe events. Alexi found herself particularly drawn to a large painting of an Emperor in a formal-ish military outfit, holding a sword in the air in a very commanding way while on a rearing horse, with parts of a battle going on in the background. Alexi began imagining herself as this great general-Emperor.

Alexi was so caught up in the painting that she didn’t notice the sound of someone running down the hall until it was too late. The second she turned around to see what was happening or who it was, she was met by the full impact of someone running into her. Alexi painfully fell straight on her butt.

After a second, she opened her eyes to see a young girl with short-ish black hair, probably about eleven or twelve- Alexi’s age, quickly pushing herself up from the floor.

“Oh! I’m so sorry-- I didn’t see you,” The girl, now standing, extended a hand to Alexi.

Alexi took her girl’s hand, and she helped pull Alexi to her feet.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry.” Alexi said, moving her braided hair behind her back and dusting herself off, “Though, maybe look where you’re going next time?”

“...I had to check if I was being followed!” The girl exclaimed, “But- yes, sorry, I’ll… do that.” She rubbed her arm sheepishly.

Now that they’d both stopped moving, Alexi had a better look at the girl in front of her. She was taller than Alexi, a little lanky really, and wearing an expensive-looking black trouser suit with fine silver embroidery and white trimmings. Her hair had been messed up, probably from the speeding down the halls and the running-right-into-Alexi.

“Who might be following you?” Alexi asked.

The girl tilted her head to the side, “Um- a few people...” she paused and looked Alexi up and down, “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before?”

“This is my first time in the Tower” Alexi fiddled with the fabric of her skirts a little, “I’m here with my parents. We’re supposed to be meeting the Empress later today or something.”

The girl looked at Alexi thoughtfully before smiling like she knew something Alexi didn’t, “Why aren’t you with them?”

“I was with them, at some really boring meeting-talk-thing. But it was um-- really boring. So…” Alexi shrugged, “I thought I’d explore.”

The girl laughed a little, “There’s no shortage of boring meetings in Dunwall Tower.”

“Do you have to go to those things with your parents too?”

The girl did that smile again, “Something like that…”

Alexi ignored how vague the girl was being, “Um- what were you running from?”

“My lessons.”

“Oh- That explains why you were running so fast.” Alexi said, smiling. Did people have lessons in the Tower?

The girl giggled. “What’s your name?”

“Alexi Mayhew.” Alexi said proudly, “What’s yours?”

“Emily Kaldwin.”

It took a second for the penny to drop. Alexi knew that Empress Emily was her age, had black hair, and she had a rough idea of what the Empress looked like from newspapers and various images. Maybe she just wasn’t actually expecting a child, someone like her -- maybe she’d imagined someone more like the paintings around her, all regal and not running down hallways at great speeds. But Alexi really should’ve noticed it sooner.

This realisation must have shown on her face, because Emily giggled a little.

Alexi’s brow furrowed, “Um- Do I have to call you Your Majesty? Or bow…?”

Emily seemed to think about it for a second, “Technically yes, but you can call me Emily.”

“ Phew. Well uh-” Alexi put her hand out, quickly recovering- “it’s nice to meet you, Emily.”

Emily looked at Alexi’s hand, slightly confused, for a moment, before suddenly shaking it, “It’s nice to meet you too, Alexi.”

Neither of them said anything for a few moments, and Alexi found herself looking at the painting that they were both standing under again.

Emily glanced up at the painting too, and then at a clock near them, “Do you want to see some actual fighting?”

Alexi nodded enthusiastically.

Emily gestured for Alexi to follow, and led her along two halls, until they reached a window seat. Emily climbed into the alcove on her knees, before looking back and gesturing for Alexi to come up, “Come on!”

Alexi pushed herself onto the window seat to kneel next to Emily, and looked out the window. Alexi put her hands to the window sill. Below them, the Dunwall Tower guards were sparring with each other in the training yard. There were maybe 20 guards, plus a captain walking in the space between the sparring matches, yelling things Alexi couldn’t hear. They were all duelling with swords- properly fighting

“ Cool, ” Alexi grinned.

“I know,” Emily said, still staring out the window.

The guards continued to duel below. They were all good duellists, which made sense, seeing as only the best of the City Watch guarded Dunwall Tower. It was impressive to watch all of them fight.

“I want to be able to fight like that,” Alexi said, not taking her eyes off the

“Me too,” Emily said, a little quieter than before.

“When I’m old enough, I’m going to join the City Watch.” Alexi turned to Emily.

Emily faced Alexi, “Maybe I’ll see you training out here soon.”

“Yeah! And you- when you learn to sword fight too.”

Emily chuckled a little, “I don’t think the City Watch will let me spar with them.”

“Why not? It’s technically your training grounds, right?” Alexi twisted her hand on the sill in Emily’s direction.

Emily tilted her head and smirked, “I suppose so.”

Alexi turned back to the window and stared at the guards, still duelling. But she saw Emily looking at her in her peripheral vision and turned her head to face her. “What is it?” she asked, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.

Emily half-shrugged, “Everyone’s usually so weird around me. But you’re… not. You’re different.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Alexi asked, cautiously. She was pretty sure that she was ignoring every single piece of ‘etiquette’ she was meant to know, but etiquette was dumb, so she didn’t care.

“Oh- no! Definitely not. No, it’s a good thing.” Emily smiled reassuringly.

Alexi smiled back, “So what’s weird? Do they ”

Emily returned to looking out the window and Alexi did the same. “No, people just act like I’m made of glass or-- Woah , did you see that?!” Emily asked.

“See what?” Alexi looked between the guards.

Emily pointed to a guard on the floor, “His opponent just dodged him perfectly and did this uh- leg swipe, and floored him! It was awesome!”

“Maybe he’ll do it again--”

“Emily?” A man’s rough voice came from the end of the hall, interrupting Alexi.

Emily glanced behind her before looking back to Alexi, annoyed, and huffing, “Callista got Corvo to find me.”

“As in Corvo Attano?” Alexi asked, eyes widening.

Emily nodded.

Alexi knew she’d get to see Corvo Attano today, because the Royal Protector was almost always with the Empress. And if Alexi was being honest, she’d been way more excited to see him than she had been to see the Empress. Because- well, Corvo Attano was a legend! Alexi had heard that he could fight ten armed men at once, with just his bare hands . And that he was the best swordsman and hand-to-hand combatant in all the Isles. And that last year, he’d escaped Coldridge Prison (Coldridge! Nobody escaped Coldridge!), saved Empress Emily twice, taken down the evil Lord Regent (and those other bad people who ruled for like 2 days afterwards) and cleared his name, almost entirely by himself! Earlier, Alexi had almost been hoping that some assassins or something would show up when she was meeting the Empress, just so she’d get to see him in action. And so everything would be less boring.

Emily got down from the seat and Alexi followed suit.

As they got down, a man in a long dark blue coat with gold-yellow trimmings walked around the corner. “Emily-” he said, seeing them and picking up his pace a little. He stopped when he was about a step or two away from them.

Alexi looked up at the man in front of her. She could definitely believe that he’d done all she’d heard. He was so tall as well. There was a sword at his belt- well, a sword hilt. It didn’t have a blade, which was weird.

Alexi stood up a little straighter.

“Corvo, this is Alexi Mayhew. Alexi, this is Corvo.” Emily said, gesturing between Alexi and Corvo.

Corvo gave Alexi a nod and a smile in place of a greeting. Alexi copied him and smiled and nodded back, hoping she didn’t look too in awe.

Corvo turned to Emily, “You’re meant to be in lessons, Your Majesty.”

Emily huffed and dropped her shoulders, “I know, I’m coming.”

“Miss Mayhew, do you need someone to escort you back to your parents?” Corvo asked, looking at Alexi again.

Could he read her mind?! Or… was it just his job to know everything that happened in the tower…? Probably the second one. “I um- yes please.” Alexi said, fiddling with her dress again.

Corvo gave her another single nod, before turning away slightly and making eye contact with Emily.

Emily moved next to Corvo, “It was nice talking to you, Alexi.”

“You too!” Alexi smiled.

With that, Emily and Corvo turned and began walking away. Emily smiled and waved over her shoulder as they walked, “See you later!”

Alexi waved back.

“You took longer than usual,” Emily said once she and Corvo rounded the corner.

“You two sounded like you were having a nice talk. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Then why did you?” Emily looked up at her father.

“Because you’re supposed to be in lessons, and you can’t keep Callista waiting forever,” Corvo said, glancing down at Emily.

Emily let out a little ‘hmph’ and continued walking, “Can I see Alexi again? I liked her.”

“You’re meeting the Mayhews later today.”

Emily tilted her head, “Alexi said something like that.” She was glad that at least Corvo remembered her schedule and knew what was happening. Emily knew she didn’t most of the time.

Emily and Corvo walked on for a bit before Emily spoke again, “You know, really I was performing my Imperial duties by showing Alexi around.”

“Oh? Well, right now, you need to perform your Imperial duty to go to your lessons.”

“Not if I run off again,” Emily said with a sly grin.

Corvo put a hand on Emily’s shoulder -- gentle, but firm enough to stop her from moving off too fast -- and looked down at her with an amused expression “ Lessons. ”

Emily sighed, “Fine.”

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angellazull · 4 years

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Um Novo Veela?

Angel tinha acabado de sair da aula de transfiguração, com os alunos da Corvinal e Grifinória, enquanto a maioria dos alunos seguiam para a aula de adivinhação (onde poderiam dormir, no lugar de prestar atenção na aula da Trelawney), Angel e mais quatro alunos da Corvinal seguiram para a sala de Runas Antigas, enquanto andava pelo corredor, o garoto de cabelos azuis, manteve sua atenção nas páginas do Silabário de Spellman, ele estava tão focado em sua leitura que não notou o garoto de cabelos branco vindo pelo lado oposto de corredor, era Kyril Vasiley, um de seus amigos mais próximo, contudo ele não notou o amigo, até ele passar ao lado de Angel. Foi quando o garoto da Corvinal sentiu uma energia uma pouco fraca, mas distinta e familiar, que fez ele levantar os olhos do livro e olhar para Kyril.

– Kyril… – Sussurrou Angel olhando para o amigo, mas foi alto o suficiente para fazer Kyril se virar. – Oi…

– Angel?

Angel estava olhando para Kyril que naquele exato momento, parecia extremamente fofo, foi como se a mente de Angel estivesse sido tomada por uma névoa que o impedia de pensar direito, ele apenas ficou ali, olhando para Kyril, como se admirasse.

– Você… – Ele murmurou, mas um estalo em sua mente fez com que ele voltasse ao seu juízo perfeito, e ele notou que estava encarando Kyril, ele sentiu sua bochecha ser tomada por um rubor muito forte. – Isso é… bem… só queria dizer que você é fofo, Kyril.

Kyril não pode esconder sua expressão de surpresa, sentindo o seu rosto queimar, ele não acreditava que estava agindo daquele jeito.

– Bem… – Agindo totalmente envergonhado, Angel se virou e puxou o capuz da capa sobre a cabeça, para esconder o rosto corado. – Isso… isso é tudo… er… tchau.

Com isso Angel saiu correndo pelo corredor, o que tinha havido com ele? O que foi isso? Ele conhecia Kyril a um bom tempo e nunca agiu assim com o amigo, o que tinha feito isso acontecer agora?

O que Angel não percebeu é que enquanto ele corria pelo corredor se questionando os motivos pelo qual ele havia agido daquele jeito, um Kyril confuso estava plantado no meio do corredor, o que tinha acontecido ali?

"Eu só queria dizer que você é fofo"

Ao processar tudo que tinha acontecido, as bochechas e as orelhas de Kyril foram tomadas por um rubor extremamente forte, rapidamente ele cobriu o rosto com a mão e se apressou para alcançar os outro alunos da Sonserina.

– O que foi isso? – Kyril sussurrou confuso.

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Após o período de aulas, o professor Flitwick havia permitido que Angel usasse sua sala para aprimorar os feitiços que estava trabalhando, normalmente era proibido usar magia sem supervisão, mas as vantagens de ser um monitor e um aluno de Corvinal, era que o professor confiava em Angel o suficiente para deixá-lo praticar em paz.

Angel estava em sua quarta tentativa de fazer suas estátuas de gelo fazerem mais que simples acenos, ou simples movimentos de cabeça, ele queria que eles fizessem mais coisas. Enquanto checava suas anotações sobre o feitiço, aquele pergaminho estava realmente rabiscado com as teorias do feitiço, porém Angel conseguia entender perfeitamente.

Pegando a sua varinha ele fez um aceno e ordenou:

– Glacie Animus.

Uma pequena rajada de gelo saiu da varinha e formou uma pequena figura de um gato de gelo que começou a andar pela mesa e se comportar como se fosse um realmente um gato.

– Consegui, eu consegui. – Disse Angel comemorando sua pequena conquista mágica. Angel fez mais algumas peças de gelo, um cachorro, um corvo e um facão, todos eles agiam como se fosse animais de verdade. – Incrível.

Angel não via a hora de mostrar o feitiço para seus amigos e para o professor Flitwick. Pegando uma folha de pagamento limpa ele começou a escrever sobre o seu feitiço, mas parou quando ouviu uma voz na porta da sala de aula:

– Professor Flitwick?

Então Kyril entrou na sala, mas parou assim que viu Angel, sentado em seu lugar.

– Oi Kyril. – Disse Angel com um sorriso tímido, ele ainda não tinha esquecido o acontecimento do corredor. Ele tinha passado quase a aula inteira pensando no motivo que levou Angel a agir daquela maneira. – Está procurando o professor Flitwick?

– Sim, mas ele não está aqui.

– Não, ele está com a professora McGonagall, se eu não me engano algo sobre uma nova nova aluna.

– Okay. – Kyril ainda pareciam um pouco tímido, Angel presumiu que ele também estava se lembrando do incidente do corredor. Mas os olhos de Kyril se voltaram para as figuras de gelo sobre a mesa. – Foi… foi você que fez isso?

– Sim, eu que fiz. – respondeu Angel orgulhoso de seu feitiço. – Normalmente depois de duas experiências de quase morte, as pessoas não mexem mais com isso, mas o gelo é um elemento que me fascina.

– Eles são lindos. – Kyril se aproximou para analisar o gato de gelo. – Eles parecem vivos.

– Esse era o resultado que eu queria. – pegando sua varinha novamente, ele ordenou fazendo um aceno. – Glacie Animus.

Uma raposa de gelo se formou diante de Kyril, ela abanava a cauda para o garoto de cabelos brancos, fazendo truques para ele.

– Isso é incrível Angel.

– Obrigado Kyril, eu adoro os feitiços de gelo, eu queria aprimorar algumas combinações, esse foi o feitiço de gelo com o Animus Corpus, mas eu ainda tenho que estudar a duração do feitiço.

– E Angel, o que você quis com duas experiências de quase morte? – Perguntou Kyril parecendo interessado.

– A primeiro é uma longa história sobre um lago congelado. – Respondeu Angel. – Eu falo sobre isso depois, a segunda é o lance com o gelo maligno…

Angel olhou para Kyril, e se houvesse um momento para testar as teorias que ele pensou durante a aula de Runas Antigas, se levantando de seu lugar, o garoto de cabelos azuis deu a volta e encostou na mesa.

– Kyril, sobre hoje mais cedo no corredor, eu queria pedir desculpas, eu não sei o que me deu. – Angel sorriu um pouco envergonhado passando a mão no cabelo. – Pelo menos a Penny não nos viu, acho que ela teria me transfigurado em uma salamandra e usado meu sangue como ingrediente de poção. Teriam que me chamar de salamangel.

Kyril gruiu abafando uma risada com a mão, essa era a oportunidade, ele tinha que continuar.

– Se por acaso você ver uma salamandra de cabelo azul correndo pelos corredores, já sabe que vou precisar ser destransfigurado.

Kyril começou a rir, Angel mal podia acreditar, ele tinha feito Kyril rir. Kyril possuía uma risada feliz e verdadeira, era a primeira vez que Angel escutava e era uma risada fofa, Angel ficou olhando para Kyril, por um momento Angel sentiu como se seus sentidos estivessem confundidos e sua mente parecia ter entrado em um transe súbito.

Kyril olhou para Angel, notando que o garoto da Corvinal estava lhe encarando, parou de rir imediatamente e com suas bochechas ele disse para Angel:

– Não olhe pra mim. – Ele cobriu o rosto com a mão e desviou o olhar para o outro lado da sala.

Angel pareceu voltar a realidade, ele balançou a cabeça para recuperar os sentidos e piscou algumas vezes, Angel olhou para Kyril, mas dessa vez com os olhos arregalados, como se finalmente tivesse encontrado a peça que faltava em seu quebra cabeça, ele sorriu para o garoto da Sonserina, estendendo a mão, Angel colocou a mão na bochecha de Kyril que parecia extremamente surpreso e confuso.

– An… Angel?

– É claro, como eu não senti isso antes. – Angel disse parecendo encontrar o que estava procurando. – Isso explica muita coisa.

– Angel do que você está falando? – Kyril com as bochechas e as orelhas bem vermelhas agora, se afastou de Angel, e parecia extremamente sem jeito.

– Kyril, por que você não me disse? – Angel falou sem esconder o sorriso. – Kyril, você tem sangue veela, achei que Ollie e eu éramos os únicos, mas se parar para pensar, isso faz bastante sentido e explica muita coisa.

– O que! – Kyril agora estava totalmente perdido, ele olhava para Angel como se ele tivesse falando um enigma complicado feito pela aldrava do salão comunal da Corvinal. – Não, não Angel, eu não sou um veela.

– Bem… você não é um veela como eu. – Angel levou a mão ao queixo, pensando no que tinha descoberto. – Minha mãe é veela, isso me torna meio veela, mas o seu sangue veela é fraco, muito mais fraco que o normal, quem é o seu parente veela?

– Eu… eu… não sei… – Kyril parecia confuso, estava estampado em seu rosto que nada do que Angel estava dizendo parecia verdade. – Sangue… veela?

– Espera, você não sabe quem é seu parente veela? Isso é estranho… – Angel parecia ainda mais confuso. – Normalmente o parentesco de um veela não é tão distante, normalmente é a mãe ou a avó, mas no seu caso acho que a sua descendência parece ser mais distante… Kyril isso é fascinante…

Mas Angel se calou quando viu a expressão de choque no rosto do amigo, Angel estava tão animado por ter encontrado mais um garoto com sangue veela, que nem levou em consideração o fato que possivelmente Kyril não sabia dessa informação.

– Hey, Ky, você está bem? – Angel perguntou colocando a mão no ombro do amigo. – Isso… isso tudo deve ser novo pra você.

– Eu tenho sangue veela? – Ele perguntou parecendo assimilar a informação.

– Pelo que eu senti, sim, é fraco, mas sim, você tem descendência veela. – Angel sorriu para Kyril que o olhava atônito. – Isso explica porque você é tão fofo.

– Para, eu não sou fofo. – Kyril cruzou os braços e olhou feio para Angel. – Para de me chamar de fofo.

– Você tem sangue veela. – Disse Angel apertando as bochechas de Kyril. – Agora você sempre vai ser fofo, querendo ou não. É o fardo de ser um veela, Kyril. – Angel se aproximou para sussurrar para Kyril. – No último dia dos namorados recebi um cartão de um garoto do sétimo ano da Lufa-lufa e um garoto do quarto ano da Grifinória. É engraçado se parar para pensar.

– Eu vou voltar para o salão comunal da Sonserina. – Disse Kyril, ele ainda parecia surpreso com todas essas novas informações. – Eu falo com o professor Flitwick depois.

– Hey Kyril, espera. – Angel pegou sua varinha e com um aceno a raposa encolheu e um globo de cristal surgiu em torno do animal de gelo formando um globo de neve com uma paisagem invernal. O garoto de cabelos azuis pegou o globo de neve, pegando uma das mãos de Kyril, colocando o objeto nela. – Se você precisar de alguma coisa, pode me procurar.

Angel sorriu para Kyril e piscou para o garoto, que mesmo que parecendo improvável, conseguiu ficar ainda mais vermelho.

– O… obrigado… Angel…

Kyril rapidamente puxou a mão para soltar da mão de Angel e saiu correndo da sala de feitiços, ele estava se sentindo extremamente envergonhado, ele não soube lidar com Angel o chamando de fofo e isso o deixava bastante envergonhado. Quando já estava bem longe da sala de aula, Ele olhou para o globo de neve, a raposa de gelo brincava com os pequenos flocos de neve que caíam pelo globo, saltando para pegá-los no ar, era uma coisa bastante bonita. Com as bochechas coradas, ele olhou para o corredor e perguntou para si mesmo:

– Sangue veela?

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A New Veela?

Angel had just left the transfiguration class, with the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students, while most of the students went to the divination class (where they could sleep, instead of paying attention to Trelawney's class), Angel and four other students Ravenclaws went to the Ancient Runes room, while walking down the hall, the blue-haired boy, kept his attention on the pages of Spellman's Syllabary, he was so focused on his reading that he did not notice the white-haired boy coming from the opposite side runner, it was Kyril Vasiley, one of his closest friends, yet he didn't notice his friend until he passed Angel. It was when the Ravenclaw boy felt a little weak, but distinct and familiar, energy that made him look up from the book and look at Kyril.

"Kyril…" Angel whispered looking at his friend, but it was loud enough to make Kyril turn around. "Hi…"

"Angel?"

Angel was looking at Kyril who, at that very moment, seemed extremely cute, it was as if Angel's mind was filled with a fog that prevented him from thinking straight, he just stood there, looking at Kyril, as if admiring.

"You…" He murmured, but a snap in his mind made him return to his right mind, and he noticed that he was staring at Kyril, he felt his cheek flush with a very strong. "It... just well... I just want to say… you're cute, Kyril."

Kyril couldn't hide his expression of surprise, feeling his face burn, he didn't believe he was acting that way.

"Well…" Acting totally embarrassed, Angel turned and pulled the hood of the cloak over his head, to hide his flushed face. "That's… that all! Bye."

With that Angel ran down the hall, what had happened to him? What was this? He had known Kyril for a long time and never acted like that with his friend, what had made this happen now?

What Angel didn't realize is that while he was running down the hall wondering why he had acted that way, a confused Kyril was planted in the middle of the hall, what had happened there?

"I just wanted to say that you are cute"

As he processed everything that had happened, Kyril's cheeks and ears were filled with an extremely strong flush, he quickly covered his face with his hand and hurried to catch up with the other Slytherin students.

"What was this?" Kyril whispered confused.

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After the class period, Professor Flitwick had allowed Angel to use his room to improve the spells he was working on, it was normally forbidden to use magic without supervision, but the advantages of being a monitor and a Ravenclaw student was that the professor trusted in Angel enough to let him practice in peace.

Angel was on his fourth attempt to make his ice statues do more than simple nods, or simple head movements, he wanted them to do more. While checking his notes on the spell, that scroll was actually scrawled with the theories of the spell, but Angel could understand perfectly.

Picking up his wand he waved and ordered:

"Glacie Animus."

A small blast of ice came out of the wand and formed a small figure of an ice cat that started walking around the table and behaving as if it were really a cat.

"I did it, I did it." Said Angel celebrating his little magical achievement. Angel made a few more pieces of ice, a dog, a crow and a sparrowhawk, all of which acted like real animals. "Amazing."

Angel was looking forward to showing the spell to her friends and Professor Flitwick. Picking up a clean payroll he started writing about his spell, but stopped when he heard a voice at the classroom door:

"Professor Flitwick?"

Then Kyril entered the room, but stopped as soon as he saw Angel, sitting in his place.

"Hi Kyril." Angel said with a shy smile, he still hadn't forgotten the event in the corridor. He had spent almost the entire class thinking about why Angel acted that way. "Are you looking for Professor Flitwick?"

"Yes, but he's not here."

"No, he's with Professor McGonagall, if I'm not mistaken about a new student."

"Okay." Kyril still looked a little shy, Angel assumed he was also remembering the hallway incident. But Kyril's eyes turned to the ice figures on the table. "Was it… did you do it?"

"Yes, I did it." Angel replied proud of his spell. "Usually after two near-death experiences, people don't deal with it anymore, but ice is an element that fascinates me."

"They are beautiful." Kyril approached to analyze the ice cat. "They look alive."

"That was the result I wanted." Picking up his wand again, he ordered making a wave. "Glacie Animus."

An ice fox formed before Kyril, she wagged her tail at the white-haired boy, doing tricks for him.

"That's incredible Angel."

"Thanks Kyril, I love the ice spells, I wanted to improve some combinations, that was the ice spell with Animus Corpus, but I still have to study the duration of the spell."

"And Angel, what did you want with two near-death experiences?" Kyril asked looking interested.

"The first is a long story about a frozen lake." Angel replied. "I'll talk about it later, the second is the move with the ice vault...

Angel looked at Kyril, and if there was a moment to test the theories he thought during the Ancient Runes class, getting up from his place, the blue-haired boy came around and leaned against the table.

"Kyril, about earlier today in the hall, I wanted to apologize, I don't know what gave me." Angel smiled a little embarrassed, running a hand through his hair. "At least Penny didn't see us, I think she would have transfigured me into a salamander and used my blood as a potion ingredient. They would have to call me salamangel."

Kyril groaned, stifling a laugh with his hand, this was the opportunity, he had to continue.

"If you happen to see a blue-haired salamander running down the halls, you already know that I will need to be transfigured."

Kyril started to laugh, Angel could hardly believe it, he had made Kyril laugh. Kyril had a happy and genuine laugh, it was the first time Angel heard it and it was a cute laugh, Angel stared at Kyril, for a moment Angel felt as if his senses were confused and his mind seemed to have gone into a sudden trance.

Kyril looked at Angel, noticing that the Ravenclaw boy was staring at him, stopped laughing immediately and with his cheeks he said to Angel:

"Do not look at me." He covered his face with his hand and looked away from the other side of the room.

Angel seemed to return to reality, he shook his head to regain consciousness and blinked a few times, Angel looked at Kyril, but this time with wide eyes, as if he had finally found the missing piece in his puzzle, he smiled at the Slytherin boy, extending his hand, Angel put his hand on Kyril's cheek which looked extremely surprised and confused.

"An… Angel?"

"Of course, as I haven't felt it before." Angel said seeming to find what he was looking for. "That explains a lot."

"Angel what are you talking about?" Kyril with cheeks and ears very red now, turned away from Angel, and looked extremely embarrassed.

"Kyril, why didn't you tell me?" Angel spoke without hiding his smile. "Kyril, you have Veela blood, I thought Ollie and I were the only ones, but if you think about it, that makes a lot of sense and explains a lot."

"What!" Kyril was now totally lost, he looked at Angel as if he had been speaking a complicated puzzle made by the knocker of the Ravenclaw common room. "No, no Angel, I'm not a Veela."

"Well ... you're not a Veela like me." Angel put her hand on her chin, thinking about what she had discovered. "My mom is Veela, that makes me half Veela, but her Veela blood is weak, much weaker than normal, who is your Veela relative?"

"I... I... I don't know…" Kyril looked confused, it was stamped on his face that nothing Angel was saying seemed true. "Blood… veela?"

"Wait, don't you know who your relative Veela is? This is strange…" Angel looked even more confused. "Usually a veela's kinship is not so distant, usually it is the mom or the grandma, but in your case I think that their descendants seem to be more distant... Kyril this is fascinating...

But Angel was silent when he saw the shocked expression on his friend's face, Angel was so excited to have met yet another boy with Veela blood, that he didn't even consider the fact that possibly Kyril didn't know that information.

"Hey, Ky, are you okay?" Angel asked placing his hand on his friend's shoulder. "This… this must all be new to you."

"Do I have veela blood?" He asked seeming to assimilate the information.

"From what I felt, yes, it is weak, but yes, you have Veela descent." Angel smiled at Kyril who was looking at him in astonishment. "That explains why you are so cute."

"Stop, I'm not cute." Kyril crossed his arms and glared at Angel. "Stop calling me cute."

"You have veela blood." Said Angel pressing Kyril's cheeks. "Now you will always be cute, like it or not. It's the burden of being a Veela, Kyril." Angel approached to whisper to Kyril. "On the last Valentine's Day I received a card from a seventh year boy from Hufflepuff and a fourth year boy from Gryffindor. It's funny to stop to think."

"I'm going back to the Slytherin common room." Kyril said, he still seemed surprised by all this new information. "I'll talk to Professor Flitwick later."

"Hey Kyril, wait." Angel took his wand and with a wave the fox shrank and a crystal globe appeared around the ice animal forming a snow globe with a wintry landscape. The blue-haired boy took the snow globe, taking one of Kyril's hands, placing the object in it. "If you need anything, you can look for me."

Angel smiled at Kyril and winked at the boy, who, although looking unlikely, managed to blush even more.

"Tha… thanks… Angel…"

Kyril quickly pulled his hand free from Angel's hand and ran out of the spell room, he was feeling extremely embarrassed, he didn't know how to deal with Angel calling him cute and it made him very embarrassed. When he was already far from the classroom, He looked at the snow globe, the ice fox played with the small snowflakes that fell across the globe, jumping to catch them in the air, it was a very beautiful thing. With flushed cheeks, he looked down the hall and asked himself:

"Veela blood?"

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Parece que Angel acabou de descobrir um fato sobre Kyril, que ele não poderia imaginar. Ele tem mais um amigo com sangue veela, isso é realmente muito incrível. O que será que vai acontecer partir de agora?

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It seems that Angel has just discovered a fact about Kyril, which he could not imagine. He has one more friend with veela blood, this is really amazing. What will happen from now on?

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Kyril Vasiley – @kyril-hphm

#angelo lancaster #kyril vasiley #a new veela #kyril is a cute boy #hogwarts mystery #angeril #veela

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justdishonoredthings · 5 years

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Dishonored (2012) except Samuel leads Corvo on missions, on a skateboard

Corvo follows, grumbling, on a penny farthing

#meagan travels on rollerskates #empress emily has a razor scooter #dishonored #dishonored 2 #samuel beechworth #corvo attano

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ratcorvo · 5 years

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I just saw a gif set of TLOU but I'm blind and tired so I mistook the middle gif for Corvo (hint: it was not Corvo) and now I desperately want a TLOU AU for Dishonored. I don't even know the names of the characters in TLOU but by God do I love the idea of that AU

ooF CAN YOU IMAGINE

what was in the woods? there is a boy who lingers in the emptiest corners of the ugliest of your inherited nightmares, beckoning, tacit, ominous. and watching. always watching. when your aching eyes glance towards the no man’s lands after your routine patrol, when the tainted blood on your hands is at its thickest, you swear you can almost see him, amongst the corroded cries of moaning clickers, in the overgrown, desolate pipes of old sewers your father swore he played in before all this, in your niece’s dying eyes as she makes her first kill. watching. one autumn’s twilight, when news of the president’s head of security returns home with news that could only mean chaos and death, something burns the crevices of your palm, like violent, dying light, something that wants out. and there he is again, the boy, smiling this time, and something dances on the curves of your spine as you reach out to touch at his beckoning hand — lets see if we can do better.

its been nine months since the president is killed for nothing more but a single penny in a poor man’s pocket and a simple whim in a hungry man’s game. just like her father, they spit at you as you lurch the jagged edge of your dagger through a runner’s gut, a boy you once spent the better half of your dreary childhood playing hopscotch with, her father caused this infected mess with his greed. men who have it all always want more. you wince as the clicker you neglected to see devours your second command, her hands flaying to grab on to something - anything - as she pleads with you to save her. so did she, says the ex fireflier daud.

once again, a child is left parentless, alone, and with power, a single ring, others want. they say her lover did this. her daughter is missing. history repeats itself. the loaf of miss petuna’s mouldy bread you stole to feed the crying toddler whose parent died in your care has been taken from the remnants of your mahogany counter. so has your dead brother’s broach and your ill mother’s medicine, the medicine you murdered a firefly couple for. the clip on your dust stained window is up and you silently curse at yourself for leaving it unlocked. there are no finger prints left, only pain.

there were only two rings that would gain the resistance access to the tools the late president jessamine locked away in her family’s personal vault that would let them gain power and weaponize the infection: her’s and the protector’s

there’s an old lady who lives on the outskirts of the settlement you used to visit during your weary days training in the military. she’d fancied herself a bearer of good things and called you sweet nothings like darling and lover and black eyes, like you knew her once upon a time when she was young and daring and careless, and you’d always play along just to make her smile. for your visits, she’d give you weird intricates made of infected bone. their designs were pretty, but made you feel weird. if you’d trust any soul in this day and age, you swore they made your kills faster, your healing quicker, your movements effortless. if you were any braver, perhaps, you’d swear old granny rags never aged since the day you met her, eighteen years ago. if you had the balls, you’d ask her why the mark on her shoulder looked exactly like yours.

times you’d pass the fancy cat on your daily military routines. these days, you’d fail to notice the desperate little girl in the seventh storey window who’d shine the afternoon sun on the golden ring her mother gave her, if only to get your attention. by now, she knew your shift off by heart. amongst all the people the young twelve year old distrusted, she thought you had the kindest face.

the resistance were full of rich, perverted old men. when you heard rumors the escaped corvo had joined their forces, you pitied him. the chains of the rich still felt the same on your wrists. the infected bit all the same.

what will we do with the drunken firefly, the children in rotted rags would sing as mutilated bodies of infected and humans alike were harvested through the soft city morning light in the old capitol building, you notice the body you carried held a necklace engraved ‘tess’, and you wondered what life she lived, early in the morning.

it was rumored that piero was a scientist forced into work by the fireflies. gun in hand, they threatened everything: his life’s work, his family, his brain. god, his willing brain - a gift to humanity, the fireflies sung, harmonious and oh so violent, as if it were god’s very will, to anyone who would listen, including you. they say he met a young girl who’s biology could change it all, the lamb on the cutting edge you were told to protect, despite the surgeons whose hands would cut her cold, if only you wanted the medicine to say your mother who laughed on death’s door

and old sokolov, a scientist of the government turned resistance, who grew weary of his allies, reunited with piero at masked death’s decree. kill all three on site, says your commanding officer, his pants full with gold and women. you look him in his rested eyes and you see the boy behind him, smiling, and you push him into daud’s arms, who thanks you with a small smile. you don’t know how you did it, from meters away, but your hand burns.

these days, lying hoarfrost at the ocean, the boy often asks you not who you were, but who you would be, as he plays and cleans the whale guts out of the tainted strands of your messy, unkept hair. he asks you things from how you like your left hook from who you’d rather see win in the race of time: the infected or the uninfected or no one or yourself, alone in the entirety of the wretched world. instead, you ask him why it’s relevant and he asks you why you have your father’s blood painted on your lower abdomen, and he asks you why you didn’t help the president’s protector with the gift he gave you. he’s amused when you try to push his nimble, bloody knuckles away, and you ask him why he wears his collar too high, especially for a dead person.

you let him take her. the scruffy man you saw once in your dreams. it means nothing to you now.

now, six years later, you ask the boy what might have happened if you helped the little nineteen year old president. if you decided to slice the scruffy man’s throat that day he took the lamb. instead of musing you, he smiles. you are left with silence

#lovinthepizzalife #asks #dishonored #the outsider #corvo attano #daud #emily kaldwin #this is super late & got super long & i think i ranted a lot but. i am so PUMPED abt this au #my two fave games together......................... amazing #also this is from a random dunwall (where dunwall is washington's main settlement after the outbreak) citizen's pov #bc i am in /love/ with the idea that around the same time as the events of dh1 there was a working class citizen #who was marked - aka someone who COULD have done smth to help the royal protector but didnt -#instead they chose themselves #anyways! im in love w this au skdjskf

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barelydwarven · 6 years

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Sneaky royal rat man, off to steal every nickel and penny. I wonder how often Corvo washes his mask.

#corvo attano #corvo #dishonored #rat #traditional art #ink #art

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osborgs · 3 years

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10 livros para quem quer começar a ler em inglês

Está querendo se arriscar mais em um novo idioma mas não sabe por onde começar? Que tal tentar ler alguns livros em inglês? A CH separou uma lista com opções para todos os gostos, tem romance, mistério, fantasia e muito mais para você aproveitar a promo de livros importados da Amazon, em que você compra três livros importados e o um deles sai de graça! Confira nossas indicações:

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1. Tweet Cute, Emma Lord

Meet e Enter não imaginavam que iriam viralizar no Twitter. Enter está sempre provocando Meet e quando a empresa da garota rouba a receita de sua avó, ele está preparado para fazer o que for preciso para derrubá-la. Os dois começam uma guerra na rede social e, sem perceber, também começam a se apaixonar um pelo outro, tweet por tweet. Tudo só se intensifica quando eles percebem que se tornaram uma tendência nas redes e as pessoas estão até shippando os ~rivais~. Compre aqui.

2. The Wicked Deep, Shea Ernshaw

Se você é fã de mistério e um toque de fantasia, prepare-se para conhecer a história de Penny, uma garota que vive em uma pequena cidadezinha chamada Sparrow. Tudo poderia ser normal para a adolescente, mas as mortes que acontecem todos os verões fazem isso difícil. Uma antiga lenda diz que três irmãs foram assassinadas no local e, desde então, elas buscam vingança no aniversário de sua morte. Penny sempre se preocupou com a época, mas a chegada do misterioso Bo deixa tudo ainda mais intenso. Compre aqui.

3. The Cruel Prince, Holly Black

A fantasia de Holly Black é um enorme sucesso ao redor do mundo. A história de Jude Duarte, uma jovem humana que é mandada para o mundo das fadas contra sua vontade, é cheia de estratégias, manipulações e guerras. Acontece que, apesar de não gostar muito de suas companhias no novo lar, Jude acabou se apaixonando pelo universo em que vive e promete fazer de tudo para ser respeitada por lá. E quando ela diz tudo, significa até mesmo enfrentar o cruel príncipe Cardan, seu inimigo declarado. Compre aqui.

4. A Song of Wraiths and Ruin, Roseanne A. Brown

Malik vê tudo ao seu redor mudar quando Nadia, uma de suas irmãs, é capturada. Para recuperá-la, ele deve matar Karina, a princesa de Ziran. Acontece que a garota tem suas próprias missões e está tentando recuperar o espírito de sua mãe, custe o que custar.

Ela descobre que pode atingir seu objetivo se conseguir o coração de um rei. Sendo uma princesa, ela decide criar uma competição para se casar e, consequentemente, sacrificar seu marido. Quando Malik entra na batalha, os dois começam uma guerra para destruir um ao outro, mas quando adicionam atração na conta, as coisas podem mudar rapidamente. Compre aqui.

Livros: Tweet Cute, The Wicked Deep, The Cruel Prince, A Song Of Wraiths and RuinAmazon/Reprodução

5. One of Us Is Lying, Karen M. McManus

Descrito pela Entertainment Weekly como “Pretty Little Liars se encontrando com o Clube dos Cinco“, o livro vai narrar a história de um grupo de cinco adolescentes que passaram uma tarde de detenção juntos, mas apenas quatro saíram vivos dela. De acordo com as investigações, a morte de um deles não foi um acidente e tudo fica ainda mais complicado quando descobrem que Simon, o garoto que foi assassinado, estava planejando publicar vários segredos comprometedores dos colegas nos próximos dias. Até onde você iria para proteger sua reputação? Compre aqui.

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6. To Kill A Kingdom, Alexandra Christo

Lira é uma sereia, a mais letal de todas. Com o coração de 17 príncipes em sua coleção, a princesa é adorada por todo o reino, até que o destino faz com que ela precise matar alguém de seu povo. Como punição, ela é transformada naquilo que mais abomina, uma humana. A única forma de voltar a ser o que era antes, é entregar o coração do príncipe Elian antes do solstício de inverno. Já o príncipe tem como hobby caçar e destruir sereias. Quando ele resgata uma jovem do mar, ela promete ajudá-lo a eliminar sua maior ameaça. Mas ele pode confiar nela? Compre aqui.

7. Love & Gelato, Jenna Evans Welch

Se você ama viajar pelas páginas dos livros, prepare-se para conhecer um pouco mais da Itália em Love & Gelato. O livro vai contar a história de Lina, uma adolescente que vê sua vida mudar completamente quando precisa se mudar para Toscana após a morte de sua mãe. Tudo que Lina quer é voltar para casa, mas quando a garota descobre um antigo diário de sua mãe, ela percebe que existe um mundo cheio de romances e segredos que ela ainda não conhece. Compre aqui.

8. Daisy Jones & The Six, Taylor Jenkins Reid

Se você curte o universo musical, já prepare o coração para se apaixonar ~e às vezes odiar~ os detalhes dos personagens de Daisy Jones & The Six. O livro, que é narrado em formato de entrevista, vai acompanhar a história de Daisy, uma garota de Los Angeles que se torna uma sensação mundial por sua atitude impulsiva e seu talento inegável. Do outro lado, temos os The Six, a banda de rock, comandada pelo inconfundível Billy Dunne, que está fazendo um sucesso estrondoso.

O que acontece quando um produtor decide que o talento das duas estrelas combinado pode criar algo lendário e nunca visto antes? O que aconteceu para a ascensão e o rápido declínio de Daisy Jones & The Six? Compre aqui.

One Of Us is Lying, To Kill A Kingdom, Love and Gelato, Daisy Jones & The SixAmazon/Reprodução

9. Heartstopper, Alice Oseman

Se você quer começar a ler em inglês com uma leitura mais fácil, aposte em HQs! Heartstopper conta a história de Charlie and Nick, dois adolescentes que estão na mesma escola mas nunca se conheceram, até que eles se sentam juntos e Charlie começa a se apaixonar por Nick. Tão apaixonado que ele pensa que não tem chance. Acontece que Nick está mais interessado em Charlie do ele mesmo percebe! Falando sobre amor, amizade, saúde mental e lealdade, é um livro que vai conversar com seu coração. Compre aqui.

10. The Raven Boys, Maggie Stiefvater

Todos os anos, na véspera do Dia de São Marcos, Blue acompanha sua mãe clarividente até uma igreja abandonada para ver os espíritos daqueles que vão morrer em breve. Blue não consegue vê-los, até este ano, quando um garoto aparece e fala diretamente com ela. Seu nome é Gansey, e ela logo descobre que ele é um estudante rico da escola particular de sua cidade.

Blue tem uma regra: ficar longe dos garotos da Aglionby. Conhecidos como garotos corvos, eles significam problema. E tem mais, desde pequena, as médiuns dizem a Blue que, se ela beijar seu verdadeiro amor, ele morrerá. Só que a garota nunca acreditou no amor, então isso não tem tanta importância. Só que quanto mais ela se vê ligada ao estranho garoto, mais ela dúvida desse fato. Compre aqui.

The Raven Boys, HeartstopperAmazon/Reprodução

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asexualavenger · 6 years

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I got tagged by @gemification?! this is wild

1) My name is Sarah

2) But they call me ra. or rara. or rasputin. or basil (the great mouse detective)

3) i’m 5 foot 4

4) my orientation is uh... i think im aroace. i generally prefer the physical appearance of males tho

5) nationality- im white english (two grandparents were from ireland if u want to get fussy but)

6) i uh...don’t have a favourite fruit. gross ass shit. i drink apple juice sometimes and i like lemon cake but otherwise nah

7) i like winter! bc i love christmas, blankets, jumpers, food...i dont love the seasonal depression but like they say let me be sad in a sweater

8) *me desperately trying to think of a flower* that one that smells like corpses

9) remember i said i hate fruit? well i love the smell of coconut. and chopped onion

10) my favourite colour was blue for ages but then it was kinda grey? im partial to a good deep green tho

11) my favourite animal are cats! i also think rats are sweet too with their lil hands and lil noses

12) i...do not like any hot beverage. i dont even like soup. i drink a can of monster most days

13) i sleep around eight or nine hours i think

14) im a cat person. i’ve lived my whole life with at least two cats. by comparison dogs just feel rough and dirty and whiny. maybe that’s just the dogs ive known but uh

15) im gonna say....shiro. or kylo. or corvo

16) number of blankets you sleep with- im so confused. do you mean like the thin blankets or duvets that you put a cover on. it sounds like thin blankets but... anyway i overheat bc of my meds so i have a light tog duvet for winter and i normally just use a single blanket in summer

17) dream trip... my pokenerd ass wants to go to japan and go to a pokemon centre. thats it. i want to see the giant rayquaza that comes out the ceiling

18) jeez my blog is a good uh...five or six years old

19) i got...404 followers

20) random fact! i swallowed a penny when i was about four and no-one knows/remembers if i past it or not. i might still have a penny in my body somewhere

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mylovelyboutique · 4 years

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I’m so damn honored to be a little piece of this masterpiece! She is my personal Miss Ives, aka @the_blair_witch and she’s wearing my neckpiece “and the word is now death”, an ooak piece. This is so inspiring for me... I wanna make something big! 😍 #Repost @the_blair_witch with @get_repost ・・・ Quando Penny Dreadful incontra il Corvo di Edgar Alla Poe, cosa diventa? Vanessa Allan Poe? Penny Raven? Penny Poe? Raven Dreadful? Scatenatevi sotto i commenti perché siamo curiosi di sapere cosa potrebbe uscirne fuori 🦂👇 ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Ricordiamoci sempre che "𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚. 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔". ⁣⁣ Nuova locandina ispirata in parte a Penny Dreadful. In realtà abbiamo voluto omaggiare questa meravigliosa collana vittoriana di @my.lovely.bootique nostra ufficiale spacciatrice di gioielli goth perchè quando mi è arrivato ho urlato come una matta. È una riproduzione in resina dello scheletro di un corvo, siamo tutti grandi amanti di corvi qui (ma ancora nessuna EMOJI, mortacci!) e non potevamo non usarlo per ricreare una nostra Vanessa Ives, nell'originale indossa un chocker con scorpioni. Quindi ci siamo detti: perché non unire due grandi icone dark?⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Spero che la mia Vanessa vi piaccia. Non sarò mai Eva Green, per quanto mi dispiaccia non essere nata diversa e più bella o prestante, abbiamo tenuto i miei occhi scuri e la mia interpretazione del personaggio, il mio sguardo, la mia intenzione che la richiamasse, non imitasse.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Mi sono sempre ispirata, ho sempre tratto grandi insegnamenti dalle donne che ho amato e la mia esperienza come attrice e prima ancora come donna, mi ha insegnato a trovare dei punti in comune tra la mia natura e quella dei personaggi, e non disperarmi troppo su ciò che non sono ma trovare la forza in quello che sono e che posso diventare. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Grazie @damiano.photo per avermi "locandinizzata", per la pazienza nell'editing e per la dedizione che metti nella fotografia, dagli shooting insieme alle locandine.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ PH: Drake Management⁣⁣ Edited by: @damiano.photo Chocker by @my.lovely.bootique ⁣⁣ __________⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ #PennyDreadful #VanessaIves #GothGirl #AriannaBonardi #Actress #Attrice #TheRaven https://www.instagram.com/p/CDi-Bg2IlJ6/?igshid=x1p08ewjp7q9

#repost #pennydreadful #vanessaives #gothgirl #ariannabonardi #actress #attrice #theraven

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nottruebutwellfounded · 4 years

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From Nabokov to Woolf to Coetzee, novelist Jonathan Gibbs selects the best imaginary lives presented as the real thing.

Fictionalised biographies – novels based on the life of a famous person – are ten-a-penny. And why not? They’re easy enough to turn out. Other people – the actual biographers – have done the hard work. All the novelist has to do is to twist the “facts” to suit their own interpretation of the life in question, and away they go.

In writing a novel based on the Young British Artists, I decided I wanted to do something different: write the biography of a made-up person as if they were real. The trick would not be to fool the reader into thinking they had actually existed (see William Boyd’s Nat Tate, below) but to access that special kind of reading we slip into when reading something we assume is factual – by which I mean, basically: gullibility. Where a reader might ask, of character in a novel, “Now, would they really do that?” of a character in a biography the question would be, “Wow, why on earth did they do that?”

Here then are 10 “fictitious biographies” (Nabokov’s term) that I’ve found particularly inspiring.

1. Doctor Faustus by Thomas Mann This slow, stodgy, quite wonderful novel gave me the template for my own fake memoir. Mann’s book is the story of the modernist composer Adrian Leverkühn, as told by his childhood friend Serenus Zeitblom. The pathos of the book comes from dull, plodding Zeitblom’s realisation that he can never hope to catch the mercurial personality of his genius friend, but that he must try nonetheless.

2. Orlando by Virginia Woolf Woolf’s light-hearted “escapade” is a satirical romp through the very idea of a biography, with its portrait of a nobleman who lives from the Elizabethan era right through to the 1920s, somehow changing gender along the way. Its sentence-by-sentence delight in evoking past times offers a model that few “proper” historical accounts can hope to follow – not least because it’s skipped on a decade before they’ve tied their bootlaces.

3. The Real Life of Sebastian Knight by Vladimir Nabokov It’s no surprise that many “fictitious biographies” include a fair bit of the biographer in their narrative. The model for this is surely AJA Symons’s The Quest for Corvo, with its detective story premise, which came out shortly before Nabokov started writing this, his first English language book. It is the tale of celebrated writer Sebastian Knight, told by his half-brother, V, though as you’d expect with this author the elusive quarry retreats even as the befuddled hunter advances, and by the end we’re as uncertain about the one as we are about the other.

4. Sartor Resartus by Thomas Carlyle This almost uncategorisable book takes the form of a critical biography of the fictional German Romantic philosopher Diogenes Teufelsdröckh, who saw clothing as the governing metaphor of human existence. If that makes him sound rather like Roland Barthes avant la lettre, then the comparison ends there. It’s a tough read, not least for the difficulty in getting a handle on the tone. Carlyle’s style is a heavy-handed parody of academic prose, yet he’s using the figure of Teufelsdröckh to give us a disguised autobiography.

5. Nat Tate by William Boyd Boyd’s benign art-world hoax presented itself on publication as a serious monograph on a real but little-known American abstract expressionist painter, who supposedly threw himself off the Staten Island Ferry at the age of 31, after destroying nearly all his paintings. The book is far more than a prank, however – it’s a melancholy treatise on the limits of biography. We know scarcely more about Tate at the end than at the beginning. The gaps and absences are all.

6. Kiss and Tell by Alain de Botton This early novel by the pop philosopher turns the central idea of biography on its head by taking as its subject not just a non-celebrity but someone wholly unremarkable: one Isabel Jane Rogers. De Botton has great fun with the paraphernalia of the genre, including an index, and various photographs of quite staggering banality: you could swap about the shots of Rogers’ boyfriends, and the book would be changed not one jot.

7. An Equal Stillness by Francesca Kay Fictitious biographies, left to their own devices, will tend to drift towards the novelistic (fictitious autobiographies, from Robinson Crusoe onwards, are too common to be of use here). That’s something that happens with Kay’s book, though at least she covers her back by having the biography of abstract painter Jennet Mallow written by a poet (and family member) who is quite open about imagining his subject’s thoughts and feelings “when I could not have known them”.

8. The Big Music by Kirsty Gunn This is more “fictitious memoir” than “fictitious biography”, but is far too interesting to omit. Gunn plays the Carlyle trick of acting as supposed editor for a set of “found papers”, detailing the history of Scottish bagpipe player and composer John Sutherland. The “papers” read like fiction, yet come with notes and appendices. Gunn is not playing the parody game, though: it’s the music she’s after, and it’s the music she gets. A seriously good book.

9. DooDaaa: The Balletic Art of Gavin Twinge by Ralph Steadman Authors, composers, artists: it’s no surprise that writers like picking other creators for their fictitious biographies – no politicians, footballers or royals here. As you’d expect, Ralph Steadman’s biography (“by” Ralphael Steed) of Doodaaaist Gavin Twinge is a full-throttle, rambunctious satire that writes an alternative history of British and international art, with plenty of original art and illustration to liven up its pages.

10. Summertime by JM Coetzee Another anomaly: after two volumes of semi-fictional autobiography (Boyhood, and Youth) Coetzee’s third entry in the genre produced this, which could perhaps be best described as: a memoir in the form of a novel in the form of notes towards a fictitious biography of an invented character modelled on the author. It is largely made up of transcripts of interviews conducted by Coetzee’s surrogate author with people who knew “John Coetzee”, though they repeatedly fail to give the biographer what he is after. Point taken, John.

Source: https://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/aug/27/top-10-fictitious-biographis-jonathan-gibbs-nabokov

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za-ra-h · 7 years

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Have you decided on a name for your kitten? If not you could name them Charlie or Penny

I’ve gotten a lot of suggestions from people, and I appreciate them all. Thank you. I’m not yet 100% settled on a name, but I’m gearing towards Corvo for a boy cat and Ciri for a girl cat. :)

#because video games #and favorite characters #kitten tag

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mynonsenseistingling · 7 years

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I’ve been on a real Dishonored kick the last few weeks month, which finally made me want to get a replica of Corvo’s mask. The plan was to get a 3D printed kit and after looking into it, It would’ve cost €120+. That’s just to get the kit, not even doing the assembly or painting. So I just bought the one that comes with the collectors edition.

I was still a pretty penny but but damn is it nice. Remarkably detailed to boot. It’s a good solid plastic while the red “fabric” is a flexible rubber. I doesn’t fit mine, your or anyone elses head. It’s big, it’s just not that big.

I’m sorely tempted to repaint this, reduce the amount of silver drybrushing (drybrush in moderation dammit). At the very least I’d like to try make it look less plastic-y. If I can figure out a way to disassemble it with out breaking it, I’ll change the inside to actual fabric, out just stick some over it to keep the shape (it’s got a god mold to it)

Also I need to remove the mold lines, dear god, they drybrushed those too.

#Dishonored #Dishonored 2

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angellazull · 4 years

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Querido Diário – A tradição Continua

Querido Diário

Hoje finalmente mamãe e eu começamos a decorar a nossa árvore de natal, é a primeira vez que vamos fazer a nossa tradição de natal.

Uma das poucas memórias que tenho do natal com o papai era que quando decorávamos a árvore, ele criava pequenos enfeites de gelo luminescentes, que representava os momentos que realmente nós marcaram esse ano. Depois da morte do papai, Jacob aprendeu a fazer o feitiço, mas agora sem o papai e sem o Jacob, não fizemos mais isso, pelo menos até esse natal.

Durante esse ano me dediquei ao máximo para conseguir fazer esse feitiço. Hoje na sala de estar, após ter colocado todas as outras decorações, peguei minha varinha e ordenei:

"Glacie Statues."

Uma pequena estatueta de gelo em formato de um gato se formou. Eu tinha conseguido, esse era para representar o quando eu consegui me tornar um animago no ano passado.

Continuei fazendo outras estatuetas, uma da Penny e eu, para lembrar o nosso beijo na floresta proibida. A próxima foi a vez de Cath, sentada na fonte com minha forma animaga. A próxima foi Talbott e eu estudando juntos, a quarta estatueta foi dedicada a meu amigo Tyler, parece que tenho um amigo em Royal-Garden agora, e a última, foi Ollie e eu em nossas formas veela. O nosso momento na floresta proibida, ver Ollie revelar sua forma Veela para mim foi um dos momentos mais felizes da minha vida. Devo muito a todos eles.

Para completar enfeites de gelo de gatos, corvos, gaviões e águias de gelo luminescentes.

E para o topo uma grande estrela de gelo, e em cada ponta um nome dos meus amigos. Penny, Ollie, Cath, Talbott e Tyler.

Espero que eles gostem dos presentes que fiz para eles, para Ollie e Cath criei um globo de neve de cristal com pequenas estátuas de nós três sentados embaixo da Faia no terrenos do castelo (com a ajuda da Badeea, o feitiço garante que as estátuas de gelo, não derreta), sempre que alguém se aproximar, elas vão ganhar vida e acenar para a pessoa e na base vai estar escrito "Em seu pior momento, encontrará os verdadeiros amigos."

Espero de verdade que eles gostem desse presente.

Eu tenho que ir agora, ainda tenho que enviar esses presentes antes da noite do natal.

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Dear Diary - The Tradition Goes On.

Dear Diary

Today finally Mom and I started decorating our Christmas tree, this is the first time we are going to do our Christmas tradition.

One of the few memories I have of Christmas with Dad was that when we decorated the tree, he created little luminescent ice ornaments that represented the moments that really marked us this year. After Dad's death, Jacob learned to do the spell, but now without Dad and without Jacob, we didn't do that anymore, at least until this Christmas.

During this year I did my best to do this spell. Today in the living room, after placing all the other decorations, I took my wand and ordered:

"Glacie Statues."

A small cat-shaped ice statue formed. I had succeeded, this was to represent when I was able to become an animagus last year.

I kept making other statuettes, one of Penny and me, to remember our kiss in the forbidden forest. The next was Cath's turn, sitting at the fountain in my animagic form. Next was Talbott and I studying together, the fourth statuette was dedicated to my friend Tyler, it looks like I have a friend in Royal-Garden now, and the last one was Ollie and me in our veela forms. Our moment in the forbidden forest, seeing Ollie reveal his Veela form to me was one of the happiest moments of my life. I owe them a lot.

To complete ice ornaments of luminescent cats, crows, sparrowhawks and eagles.

And to the top a big ice star, and at each end a name of my friends. Penny, Ollie, Cath, Talbott and Tyler.

I hope they enjoy the gifts I made for them, for Ollie and Cath I created a crystal snow globe with small statues of the three of us sitting under the Beech on the castle grounds (with the help of Badeea, the spell ensures that the statues of ice, do not melt), whenever someone approaches, they will come to life and wave to the person and the base will read "At your worst, you will find true friends."

I really hope they like this gift.

I have to go now, I still have to send these gifts before Christmas night.

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Finalmente Angel conseguiu dar continuidade a tradição de Natal da família Lancaster, esse ano sua árvore de Natal será decorada com enfeites de gelo na forma de sua amigos. E ele preparou uma surpresa especial para Ollie e Cath. Ele realmente gostaria de ver a reação deles quando receberem.

Finally Angel has managed to continue the Lancaster family's Christmas tradition, this year his Christmas tree will be decorated with ice ornaments in the shape of his friends. And he prepared a special surprise for Ollie and Cath. He would really like to see their reaction when they receive it.

Ollie Potter – @ryollie

Catherine Stark – @catherinestark-hphm

#angelo lancaster #ollie potter #catherine stark #dear diary #christmas traditions

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