#FoxTail the yellow fox

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Everyone, meet the rest of Luna's Gang.

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1: Tigera The Tigeress.

She is the main gang member that gets information about Any other toons or people.

Her personality: strong, cunning, smart, True, honest, loyal and calm.

Her Zodiac sign is Taurus. ♉

Fun fact 1: she doesn't like outsiders like the rest of the gang.

Fun fact 2: she is very good friends with Puppyheart. FoxTail and Shadowcraw.

Fun fact 3: very protective of the gang.

And Fun fact 4: she and FoxTail do bets to see who is the smartest in Luna's gang.

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And for now, there is Annalisa The Black Hippo...

She is the strongest of Luna's gang members, the most powerful member and the most dangerous member of the gang...

She is Mafia soldier and she is easy to Anger...

Her Personality: Cold, Easy to Anger, has a short Tempered, Heartless at times, never forgive and Serious....

Her Zodiac sign is Scorpio. ♏

Fun fact 1: she is very aggressive at times and her Serious behaviour has issues...

Fun fact 2: she was found hurt by Luna and Jewel The Black Bear/Jewel The Bear on the toon city's streets one night....

Fun fact 3: she HATES outsiders very much...and would Kill on test....

And Fun fact 4: she is very powerful and the most dangerous of the group... because of her height, built and Power...

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Muse Information - Fox

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Basic Information:

Full Name: Sarah "Fox" Cooper

Nicknames: Fox, she hates her first name, it doesn't feel like her

Age: 26

Date of Birth: December 16th

Nationality: American

Accent: American

Blood Type: B

Pronouns: She/her

Gender: Cis Lady

Sexuality: Bi, Lady-leaning

Relationship Status: Single

Occupation: Squatter and Thief of Shiny Things

Physical Traits:

Height: 4’10” (147.32 cm)

Weight: 135 Lbs. (61.23 kg)

Eye Color(s): Blue, with yellow sclera

Hair Color(s): pink and blonde

Notable Features: Tan, she has a fox paw tattoo on her left upper arm, and a large scratch scar on her right shoulder near her neck. She is usually decorated in kandi bracelets and a variety of shiny things, including earrings, necklaces, bangles and rings. She has long claw-like nails, sharp teeth that poke out, and a pair of long, pale ears. her hair is long, half shaved and half pulled back into a ponytail. It is a faded pink dye, more vibrant near the tips, and washed out near the top. Her blond roots are showing. She has an athletic build, and wears baggy clothes. She keeps a faux foxtail clipped to her pants. She usually is covered in dirt somehow. her alternative form is a leucistic fox

Nature: Playful, Mischievous, Impulsive, greedy, cheerful, excitable, bold, talkative, loud, friendly, dirty, gremlin

Brief Bio: Sarah Cooper was a human until 24. She lived a relatively tough life. Raised in foster care, she bounced around homes, never really emotionally connecting to any of the families that took her in. She aged out in the system, and then was shunted into adulthood, which-- was not fun at all, really.

She ended up playing at petty thievery, rejecting the idea of some job she'd never love for one that was-- dangerous, but fun and made her feel alive. She scrounged to have enough to live on, including pickpocketing and pilfering things when she could-- with mixed results. Her ass got kicked more often than not, but sometimes she was able to charm her way into some food or a place to sleep for a bit instead. She ended up dating a few people she'd stolen things from unsuccessfully. It was working for her because she-- loved the thrill, the fun, the games trying not to get caught, and most importantly, the adrenaline rush and the adventure of it all. It was about fun, not ending up in some soulless boring job. It was about never growing up.

At 24, she met a girl. The two hit it off at a club, and hung out often. At her birthday party, the two hooked up, and the other girl revealed she was a lycan-- a wolf. She offered to turn Fox as a gift, because running wild and free was the best thing in the world to her-- and Fox said yes. She was given the scratch on her shoulder, and turned to a fox. And while some struggled with their new inner animal instincts and coming to terms with them, Fox was one of the fastest to acclimate to lycanthropy. She was already half feral, so it just turned some of her impulses up to an eleven, and the control of them down further. But still, she was the happiest she ever had been, especially when the two parted ways, and fox decided that running wild in the woods just sounded like more fun than being a functioning member of society. She's a creature of travel, going wherever the wind takes her, unburdened of care or connection to really draw her to a home.

Who needs one, anyways? She can turn into a fucking fox!

Art Ref:

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Mark as a warrior cat! Foxtail is a grey tabby tom with a fox shaped tail and yellow eyes. He is a childish warrior that would rather laze about and watch the kits.

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Allegiances!

These are my warrior cat fanclans allegiances, they will be updated as the story progresses!

BloomClan-

Leader-

Hailstar- grey tabby tom with prominent scars on his left eye and side

Deputy-

Emberblaze- long furred ginger tom with mud, sticks and leaves stuck to his fur

Medicine cat-

Pumpkinscar- brown tabby tom with scars covering his face

Cinnamonleaf- a furless she-cat with yellow and blue eyes

Warriors-

Raincloud- short furred white she-cat

Rosenettle- beautiful grey tabby she-cat with a few scars on her face

Maplethorn- strong ginger tabby she-cat with white patches around her muzzle, paws and tummy

Flutterrose- she-cat with short black fur

Beetlebriar- short furred, brown tabby tom

Sootnose- dark grey tom

Dandelionstorm- dark grey tabby she-cat

Apprentices-

Juniperpaw- white and ginger tabby tom with a scar on his ear

Brightpaw- long furred calico she-cat

Cardinalpaw- grey scottish fold tom with a swollen right leg and stiff tail

Queens-

Daisypetal- beautiful short furred calico she-cat with blue and green eyes

Kits-

Petalkit- black and white she-cat with purple flowers dotted in her fur

Softkit- small white tom

Hopekit- black and white she-cat with mainly white fur

Elders-

Oddstripe- strange looking grey tabby tom

PineClan-

Leader-

Leapordstar- she-cat with long brown leapord patterened fur

Deputy-

Forestclaw- tom with brown tabby fur

Medicine cat-

Sunburn- intimidating dark brown tabby tom

Talondusk- long black furred she-cat

Warriors-

Morningfur- tom with unusual brown fur that appears to go from dark to light

Ravencall- tom with dark brown almost black fur

Oakspot- brown tabby tom with mostly white fur

Magpiewing- black she-cat with white paws and muzzle

Stoneshade- black tom

Quietleaf- brown tabby she-cat with one white spot on her chest

Squirrelpounce- long brown furred tom

Foxtail- she-cat with a fox like fur pattern

Deerheart- she-cat with short brown fur

Rabbitstripe- tom with long brown tabby fur

Shadowbite- black furred she-cat

Apprentices-

Queens-

Sandycreek- pretty she-cat with long cream coloured fur and white patches

Kits-

Snailkit- she-cat with long brown and white fur which makes her look like she has a snail shell

Cloudkit- she-cat with long white messy fur covered in leaves

Twigkit- cream tabby tom

Mothkit- she-cat with dark brown leapord patterned fur

Mudkit- tom with dark brown fur

Elders-

Acornpelt- brown she-cat with her back leg covered in leaves due to an injury

MistClan-

Leader-

Smokestar- dark grey she-cat often covered in ashes

Deputy-

Halfpelt- strange looking half orange half black tortoiseshell she-cat with blue and amber eyes

Medicine cat-

Nightclaw- dark grey she-cat

Apprentice-

Ravenpaw- black tom

Warriors-

Ashwhisker- grey tom with a white muzzle and paws

Raggedstep- black tom missing his right back leg

Quietecho- dark grey she-cat

Mossthorn- grey tabby tom with muddy paws

Dawn shine- she-cat with short black fur

Badgerscar- long black and white furred tom covered in scars

Shadowleaf- black she-cat with a missing tail

Sootstripe- she-cat with long white tabby fur

Stonelion- grey maine coon tom

Silverwhisper- long white furred tom

Apprentices-

Midnightpaw- black and white she-cat

Queens-

Milkfur- brown and white she-cat with dandelions in her fur

Kits-

Sproutkit- white and grey tom

Patchkit- white and brown tom

Elders-

Specklebite- long furred tortoise shell she-cat

Cats outside clans-

Berry- black and white tom

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GEATS BOOST MK IX!!!! Best Reiwa final form by a country mile. I mean what do i even say, this shit is gorgeous. Rather than making it red to emphasize boost, they made it all white with some red/orange to emphasize Geats, a move that resonates with me surprisingly well given that ive historically preferred Geats’ red suits. I think a huge difference here is that it’s almost totally white, even the undersuit, makes it really striking compared to the white/red/black combo that Geats usually rocks. Also i do like that because this is technically still a Boost form the eyes are yellow. And holy shit do they look good. The shoulder pads and foxtail cape make for a strong silhouette too, it’s just excellent! Interesting move to make the area around the driver black to emphasize the nine-tailed fox buckle design too. This suit just Aces! It doesnt Geat any better than this! I will NEVER stop!

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( 2/2 ) Conveniently dangling Foxtail Agave main stem, Sept. 2022

My Photography

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane Part 18

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago. [Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Light Degradation.] [Warning: Nonconsent.] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, and Thomas Picquery are OC characters. *Please do not repost or copy my work without my permission. Thank You!

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While you were kept captive in America, it felt as though you would be kept captive forever. However, now that you had sprung into action, it was amazing how quickly things happened, one after the other, with the increasing velocity of falling dominos. It was as though the gods above had finally become bored of the slowness of human action and snapped their fingers so that lightning struck and activated all of the events that were to occur in the world – in precise order, of course, but incredibly quickly. So, here is a brief retelling of those events.

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You stepped back onto European soil on November 1st, 1981. Artemis was tucked away inside your cloak, as she felt a little seasick from the rough landing. You were also quite pleased to have your feet back on steady land.

However, as soon as you made your way back into the city, you paused, taken aback by how many wizards and witches were openly wearing their robes and waving their wands in the middle of busy Muggle streets.

“I say!” A nearby Muggle woman clutched her purse in amazement and gawked at an elderly man standing a few feet away from her, for the man was dressed in bright purple robes and holding aloft his wand, from which electric green and gold fireworks were bursting.

Artemis stuck her nose out and sniffed. Smelling smoke, she mewed unhappily and pulled her nose back into your cloak.

But the elderly man merely smiled at the Muggle woman and chirped ecstatically, “We must all rejoice today, for the Dark Lord is gone at last!”

Another wizard, dressed in more sensible light brown robes, but donning a pointed wizard’s cap with pink elephants all over it, spoke just then. In hushed and reverent tones, he raised his wand as he whispered fervently, “To little Harry Potter – the Boy who Lived!”

A group of witches nearby who had heard the wizard’s proclamation suddenly stopped in their tracks. With sorrowful and serious expressions, they, too, raised their wands into the air and murmured, “To the Boy who Lived.”

For a moment, a burst of yellow sparks from everyone’s wands rose into the air and formed a thin lighting shape in the sky. Then, the sparks fell apart and fizzled out, leaving nothing but a wisp of smoke in the sky, curling up on itself like a serpent’s tongue.

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Mind abuzz with the incredible news at the disappearance of Lord Voldemort, you were more than a little out of it as your feet carried you back to your childhood home.

Your mother greeted you with a frying pan to the face. Not only did Artemis bark in shock, but the Nine-Tailed Fox within your very soul also yelped as the metal clanged off your nose.

“Oww…! Mom!” you yelped, rubbing your red nose. “That hurt!”

“No contact! Not a word from you for a year! Do you have any idea how worried you made me? How worried you made your little brother, huh? He didn’t even want to go off to college because of you!”

Your mother lifted the frying pan high above her head again.

“Okay, okay!” You hastily ducked under her arm and made your way into the house. Artemis, who had been waiting patiently at your feet, hurriedly scampered in after you.

“What was that!?” Your mother, who had caught a glimpse of Artemis scurrying in quickly after you, had whirled around, with frying pan still at the ready.

“Oh.” You reached down and collected Artemis in your arms. “I’ve a pet fox now.”

Your mother closed your eyes and slowly exhaled. When she opened her eyes, you swore that her irises were shimmering with fury. “All right,” your mother decided. “Never mind the fox. For now.”

Artemis shivered in your arms. She pawed against your arms and buried her head against your arms, avoiding your mother’s frightening gaze.

“Where the hell were you?” your mother inquired.

You paused and cocked your head to the side, pondering your answer. Finally, you answered honestly but vaguely, “America.”

“What? You immigrated?”

“No! No! I visited,” you protested hastily. “You know, like a tourist on holiday?”

“You went on holiday for an entire year? This early in your career?” your mother screeched, still horrified. “I didn’t raise you to be so lazy!”

You sighed and flopped over onto the sofa. (Artemis immediately flattened herself and snuck under the sofa.)

Your mother looked down at you with skepticism written all over your face. “Say, what is your job, anyhow?” she inquired, squinting down at you.

There was no winning with your mother. You looked up at her and replied defeatedly, “Just give me the frying pan again.”

And you got another heavy pat to your stomach, courtesy of your alarmed mother and her trusty weapon.

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You decided to stay at your mother’s house that night. Your brother was off to college, so you stayed in his room, which, when the two of you were much younger, had been a shared bedroom. Your parents could never afford more than a two-bedroom flat, and since your father passed away, it had only become more difficult to afford housing.

You gazed at all of the pamphlets on your brother’s desk, which had titles like: “Pick the Right College for you!” and “Planning a Smart Career Path.”

A career path…  A career?

You picked up one of the pamphlets and thumbed through it: Accountant, lawyer, doctor, engineer, teacher, business analyst…

You threw it aside. Useless for me.

You closed your eyes. Useless…

That’s what it’s all become.

The Order? I was barely linked to it through Remus.

My Nine-Tailed Fox?

You felt the Fox’s tails flicker uneasily in your chest when you spoke aloud her name.

Hardly the dream of freedom I imagined her to be, you thought scathingly – not to her, but to yourself. Just another trap. And she’s not a real Nine-Tailed Fox, anyways. She’s only got eight tails.

You sighed. Turning over in bed, you smushed your face against the pillow and tried to fall asleep.

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The next day, as soon as the sun came up, you made your way to Diagon Alley. Traversing through the shops, with Artemis curled up around your shoulders and clutching her little paws at your cloak, you spoke to anyone who seemed to have information on what had happened. Eventually, you came to the Leaky Cauldron, where everyone else had gathered (despite it being only ten in the morning). Finally, you began to hear the stories – to hear what had happened to poor little Harry Potter, only one year old and an orphan, for Lily and James Potter had tragically been murdered by none other than Lord Voldemort himself. The manner in which their deaths came about was also tragic: Sirius Black had betrayed them. To add to his crimes, Sirius also killed Peter Pettigrew when Peter came chasing after him for revenge.

Fury smoldered in your heart as you thought bitterly: We should have seen this coming ages ago. If Sirius Black is foul enough to use Remus in such a savage and violent manner every month, basically using him as a claw-sharpener every time Sirius turns into the Grim, of course Sirius is capable of betraying the Potters. What were they thinking, making him their Secret-Keeper?

Flashes of Lily and James’ faces passed through your mind.

Lily, reaching out to you and smiling, with the wedding lights hung above her head sparkling in her beautiful eyes, and saying to you, “I want to thank you for helping me out last-minute.”

James, slapping a friendly hand on Remus’ shoulder and asking you shamelessly, “What d’you like about my boy Moony here?”

Even Peter, whom you had never really crossed paths with, popped up very clearly in your mind. His bashful eyes and squat frame made him look rather cute. He had always been tagging after Remus, and the two of them had often engaged in silent, but intense fights for who got the last piece of chocolate.

All that was so long, you thought wistfully. But now, well -

You blinked. Your heart stopped for a moment. Oh God. Remus. Now he’s all alone.

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You rushed off to Remus’ flat without any thought whatsoever. But the nearer you got to his flat, the harder you found it to step forward.

Painful memories, which you had purposefully kept at bay in your mind all this time, began to surface again.

“Leave.”

“What?”

“Go.”

“Remus… What – What did I do? Please, tell me, what did I do wrong?”

“Just go. Please.”

You had lifted your hand to knock on Remus’ door, but you paused. You were completely still for a long moment. Artemis poked her head out and cocked her head up at you, wondering why you weren’t moving.

Then, a soft breeze picked up and passed over you, stirring you back to life.

You dropped your hand and then fled. Artemis, surprised by the sudden motion, fell out of your cloak. Fortunately, she was able to land on her feet, and she bounded after you at once. You made it as far as the nearby park before you sank onto a bench and then burst into tears.

“You don’t want me…? You don’t… want me… Remus…”

“Let’s not – Let’s not drag this out any longer.”

“But you asked me. You asked me to stay. You said that you… wanted me. Just two nights ago. Y-You said that. Didn’t you?”

“I did, but I can’t – I can’t follow through on that promise.”

You sobbed into your hands, trying not to wail, but unable to help yourself.

Artemis yelped softly. She leapt up onto the bench next to her. Ears drooping in sadness, she put a consoling paw on your thigh as she sadly hung her head, too.

What’s the point of seeing him, if he doesn’t want me? The last thing he needs right now is another burden. I shouldn’t push myself onto him, even if I am worried about him. Even if I want to see him more than anything.

You heard a long, exasperated sigh in your mind. The Nine-Tailed Fox in your soul chided you, Really, now. What do you gain by putting yourself through this torture? Forget this man.

I can’t, you told her. I can’t forget him. Because I didn’t fall in love with him to gain anything. I just – I just fell in love with him. So, I can’t not love him just because it doesn’t make me happy anymore.

The Fox flicked her tail in irritation at you. Weak. You’re so weak.

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Two days later, a sleek silver owl came rapping at your mother’s window.

She handed the letter to you wordlessly. Apparently, she was still quite displeased with you and your lax ways – “First, a holiday. And now, smoozing off at your parent’s house,” your mother grumbled, as she fried you eggs and bacon for breakfast. She slid them on your plate and then handed you a fork before slapping you on the back of the head. “What did they teach you at Wizarding School, huh? To be lazy?”

“No, I just came like that, unfortunately,” you mumbled through a mouthful of eggs.

Your mother sighed and turned off the stove. Then, she picked up her broom and swatted Artemis, who had been snoozing away under your chair, on her bottom. “Wake up, you,” she scolded her.

Artemis yelped and woke up and immediately conked her head on the bottom of your chair. She stumbled out, dazed.

“Art!” You quickly slid to the floor and picked her up off the floor. “You okay?”

Artemis let out a woozy bark.

“Mum, you can’t treat her like that!” you said indignantly. “You’ve got to be gentle with Art.”

Your mother snorted impatiently. “Then teach her to be less lazy. Although, you might need to start with yourself. Anyways, I’m off for work. I won’t be back until past midnight.”

“What? That late?”

“Got double shifts,” she relied shortly. With that, she was gone.

However, you glimpsed money on the counter – obviously, money she had left out for you to feed yourself with.

You reached out with one hand and slowly picked up the Muggle bills. You stared at the bills for a moment. Artemis poked her nose at it before looking up at you curiously.

“Love is so strange, isn’t it, Art?” you whispered.

Artemis nodded, wondering if by ‘love,’ you meant the sensation of being swatted on the bum with a broom first thing in the morning.

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You took the letter back to your brother’s bedroom. Sitting on the bed, you unfolded the letter to find extremely thin, almost spidery, yet very elegant, handwriting across official-looking parchment.

My team is still in an uproar at your disappearance, so I’ll keep both our names off this letter. Anyways, I hope you’re where you intended to be by now. But I’ll cut the sentimentalities, for I need to warn you – that certain cloud you removed from the iris saved my life, but it also means that that cloud has escaped into the open. There is a history concerning that cloud that you know but little of, and here is not the place to risk explaining it all. However, you must know this – that cloud has every incentive to go after G or D. G, as you know, is no longer of this world in physical form. That leaves D.

I think it best if you head to your academy. Not only will D keep you safe, for he knows generally about you, but you will also do him a favor by staying besides him and being on watch for the cloud.  

As for me, the little newt will be back, so I expect my name to get cleared then. I say this to dissuade you from returning. Don’t you dare come back. In fact, I’d rather you not reply to this letter at all. D will alert me if you do appear at your academy, and that’s all the confirmation I’ll need.  

Nonetheless, do be safe. Don’t you dare put me through the trouble of tracing your pawprints all the way over to Europe.

At the bottom of the page, there was a tiny scribble, and you could just make out the Graves crest.

‘His team’ clearly means Tristan’s Aurors, who are furious at my disappearance, you reasoned. And by ‘that certain cloud’… He means the Obscurial that was hiding in his eye, which the Nine-Tailed Fox ultimately helped to push out of his soul.

Your eyes traced the letter again: There is a history concerning that cloud that you know but little of…

You remembered Susana Grindelwald telling you, “The child’s name was Credence Barebone.”

Right, you thought, I don’t really know anything about Credence Barebone, other than the fact that he was the oldest wizard to ever house an Obscurial within him, and that he ultimately died, and the Obscurial latched onto Tristan instead.

You read the next part of Tristan’s letter: However, you must know this – that cloud has every incentive to go after G or D. G, as you know, is no longer of this world in physical form. That leaves D.

You thought over this. Tristan is telling me that the Obscurial would have reason to want to hurt G or D… Grindelwald or Dumbledore, I suppose. Grindelwald means Susana, who has hidden her physical form and is by Tristan’s side. Ah, so that’s what Tristan means by “no longer of this world in physical form.”

You hesitated. But I guess Dumbledore may be unaware that the Obscurial has escaped, since only Tristan and I know about the Obscurial right now. Hm…

Your eyes fell onto the next line: I think it best if you head to your academy.

Go back to Hogwarts? you wondered.

You fell back onto the bed and stared up at the dingy ceiling with its cracked paint. A familiar voice entered your mind, whispering, “Delphinus, the dolphin. One Greek legend says that Delphinus helped Poseidon find his queen, Amphitrite, a mermaid, by bringing her back to live in Poseidon’s underwater court…”

I do miss the Ravenclaw night sky tapestry, you thought to yourself. I think… maybe I do want to go back to Hogwarts.

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Asking Dumbledore for a job wasn’t quite as awkward as you had feared. When you put forth your proposal honestly, saying, “Headmaster, I’ve never been quite the – er – studious type. But I believe I would make for a good Gamekeeper’s assistant,” Dumbledore gave you a most knowing smile. Besides him, Fawkes let out a low cry. The Nine-Tailed Fox within you stirred.

Dumbledore spoke to you. “I rather thought you were interested in certain spirits.”

You admitted, “Well, yes, that’s true.”

With a bright twinkle in his eyes, Dumbledore asked you, “And I trust you found what you were looking for when you left the Order?”

You paused. How does he know? you wondered.

“Anyways,” Dumbledore said smoothly, moving on, “the timing is most opportune for you. You see, Professor Gallant plans to retire in three years’ time from his Ghoul Studies position. You should study to take over his position. Three years is ample time to cover the basics of any types of ghouls you have not studied, and I will instruct Professor Gallant to impart his knowledge to you. For the time being, we can set you up at Hagrid’s assistant, as you have requested.”

You nodded. That suited you just fine. “Thank you, Headmaster.”

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So began your second life at Hogwarts. You loved being back at the castle, though you spent most of your time outdoors. And at all costs, you avoided the places that reminded you of a certain brown-haired boy…

Will you give it a rest? The Nine-Tailed Fox sighed in your head. Besides, she thought, you haven’t fed me for a long while.

You grimaced. You had been doing everything in your power to avoid using her magic, but of course, it had been months now, and she was bound to be hungry.

Only – There’s no one around here, you told her.

Hm… The Nine-Tailed Fox lithely turned in a circle and then she settled back down. Fine. We’ll have to wait until we can find ourselves a worthy suitor. We can’t just entice anyone, can we? First, it has to be someone you have a natural connection with. Second, it has to be with someone who has a soul strong enough to withstand my spiritual energy, else we’ll drain the person of their life force.  It wouldn’t do to kill off the Hogwarts staff members, would it?

No, let’s stay clear of that, you thought wryly. I’ve only just started my so-called career.  

The Nine-Tailed Fox laughed lightly in your head. You humans are so funny. Why do you have to make up such strange concepts? Why can’t you just be, and have that be enough?

Besides that, you wondered, how long are you planning to stay with me?

I don’t get to decide that, the Nine-Tailed Fox replied. I can’t live in this realm unless I’m in your soul.

So, I’d have to go back to that Forest?

It’s not all that simple, you know, the Fox hummed in your head.

What do you mean?

There is a hollowness in your soul, little one. That’s where I reside. So long as this hollow in your heart remains, I believe I, too, must remain within you. That’s why I find your pathetic desire for your old partner so wearisome.

Because you’re bored of me already? you guessed.

Precisely.

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But then, there was a most unexpected turn of events. It all started when a rather foolish student had decided to accept a dare and hang with one arm off the willow tree besides the Great Lake.

It was only when he lost the dare and fell into the water with a soft splash that it became evident that he couldn’t swim. Down, down, he sank, and the other kids started to scream when they realized he wasn’t coming back up.

You happened to be coming up from Hagrid’s just then. The children raced over to you, begging you to save their friend.

You immediately dove into the water. Magic would work, but you had to have a sense of where the boy was and how to help him. Blind magic with no intention was almost impossible to pull off.

You didn’t see the boy right away, for the water was too murky, but you did see movement in the cloudy world before you. Pointing your wand at the cloud, you breathed out, “Ascendio!”

To your relief, you saw a young boy emerge from the cloudy water and zoom out of the water. However, you suddenly frowned as you realized that the inky cloud in the water was restricted to only one section. Before you could ponder this any longer, a tentacle shot out of the cloud and grabbed you around your waist.

You tried to scream, but being underwater, no sound came out. You thrashed about, though thankfully, you kept your head enough to keep a tight grip on your wand. You would have used a spell, but you were all out of breath and unable to cast a spell.

Suddenly, a low, thrumming growl rang out in your chest. Let her go.

A huge, slimy eye appeared out of the greyish-black cloud and blinked at you – It was the Giant Squid.

I said – let her go.

The Giant Squid seemed to recognize the Nine-Tailed Fox’s voice, and forlornly let you go.

You floated in the water for a moment, frozen, when the Nine-Tailed Fox whispered in your ear, Little one, swim up.

Waking up from your panicked daze, you kicked your feet and made your way up to the water’s surface. You broke the surface of the Lake and gasped desperately for air. It wasn’t until you took that first gulp of fresh air that you realized that your throat was absolutely burning. You crawled out of the water. All of the kids had gone – half of them were carrying the little boy back to the castle, and the other half, now worried for you, had run over to Hagrid’s.

You slowly got to your feet, still gasping for breath. You clutched at the stitch in your chest. You looked over your shoulder at the dark waters of the Black Lake, and you shivered. So, that’s what the Giant Squid looks like under water – or at least, that’s what his eyeball looks like. I swear, his eye was the size of my head…

However, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the water just then and you realized that you were sporting fox ears on your head, and what was more, your hair was a long, glistening silver. You gasped.

Just then, Hagrid’s familiar voice boomed out behind you, “Professor!”

With a groan, you dove back into the water. Sticking your wand into your pants pocket, you hurriedly swept your long hair to the side and tucked it under your neck, to try to make it appear shorter. The silver, you hoped, you could explain away with how lake water reacted to blue hair. Finally, you reached up and covered your ears with your hands.

It was just in time, as Hagrid and three of the first-year students came racing up to the shoreline. “Professor, are yeh all righ’?” Hagrid called loudly.

“Fine!” you yelled back. Your throat burned as you shouted. “Just going for a little swim!”

The kids looked confused, trading skeptical glances. Thankfully, Hagrid immediately understood that you were trying to hide something from the kids. “Off yeh go, I’ll help the professor out,” Hagrid told them, and he shoo’ed them away.

Then, Hagrid came closer to the water. “What’s wrong?” he asked you.

“Um… Um…” You were doing your best to stay afloat with just your feet, but it was difficult. Finally, you admitted, “Hagrid, can you please get Professor Dumbledore for me?”

“‘Course, I can do that, but will you be okay all by yerself?” Hagrid asked you. “It’ll take me a bit to run up.”

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him.

When Hagrid left, running up to the castle in huge strides, you let out a sigh of relief as you dropped your hands. You kept yourself afloat much easier now, though you kept looking down at the water in fear that the Giant Squid would come back.

However, the Nine-Tailed Fox reassured you, He won’t be coming back. And besides, he would never hurt you.

You sure about that? you wondered skeptically.

Yes, he was simply curious about you.

“Professor.”

You looked up to see Dumbledore, in his starry purple robes, standing at the water’s edge.

Dumbledore’s eyes glinted brilliantly behind his half-moon glasses as he watched you swim back to shore. You arose from the lake, with water streaming off of your silver hair.

Dumbledore paused. “Well, now, I must say, I’m pleased to see that your single-minded focus in catching the Fox has paid off, then? Madam Pince used to come to me with reports of all of the international books you were requesting about the Fox. But, it seems that the Nine-Tailed Fox finds it amusing to change your physical appearance, does she?”

“Yes, Headmaster,” you said, a little bashfully. “I figured that if anyone knew a solution for this, it would be you.”  

The Fox snickered in your head. You know what the solution is, little one.

What in hell? We’re not going to traumatize Dumbledore like that!

The Fox laughed heartily. No, no, no, of course not. I told you before, I can’t create magic out of thin air. I can only amplify what comes from you – that is, a connection that already exists. That type of connection doesn’t exist here, obviously.

Oh, thank Merlin, you breathed out, relieved.

Then, Dumbledore spoke, “I cannot think of a permanent solution, for I myself have never encountered a Nine-Tailed Fox before. However, a temporary solution may be to take a Disguising Potion. You should carry some around with you in a vial.”

“A Disguising Potion?”

“Yes,” Dumbledore nodded. “It’s almost like a diluted Polyjuice Potion, though that is gravely oversimplifying the matter.”

“It sounds difficult to make,” you said uncertainly.

Dumbledore replied, “Well, then, Severus should be able to conjure up a Potion for you.”

Severus Snape. You nearly grimaced. But you tried your best to swallow down the feeling of distaste as you replied, “Yes, Headmaster. I’ll go and see him about it.”

“Very well, and in the meantime - ” Dumbledore waved his wand so quickly you barely caught the motion, and a crown of blue flowers graced your hair and their stems braided themselves into your silver hair and pulled it up, so that it hid your ears and made it look like your hair was quite short again. “That shall do for our trip back up to the castle.”

Extending his hand, Dumbledore said politely, “After you.”

But before you stepped past him, you said to Dumbledore, “Are you really not surprised, Headmaster?”

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled. “I’ve found over the years that it is far more productive to bask in the delight of a surprise, than to be overwhelmed by the shock of it all.”  

You blinked.

Dumbledore chuckled, before suggesting politely, “But for now, may I suggest we head up to the castle? If you catch a cold, Madam Pomfrey can treat you, but I’m not sure how she would go about treating a mythical fox…”

The Nine-Tailed Fox snorted. Me? Catch a cold? Never.

Lucky you, you thought wryly, as you sneezed brilliantly into your sopping wet cloak sleeve.  

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Thankfully, you were able to shower in hot water and change into comfortable, warm clothes before the cold really settled into your bones.

However, when you looked at yourself in the mirror, you were surprised to see yourself still sporting silver hair and fox ears.

“What…?” You frowned. “Why aren’t you gone yet? I’m not in danger anymore.”

The Nine-Tailed Fox hissed at you, Because, we’re hungry, little one. We’ve been hungry. I kept telling you, and you ignored me.

You groaned. Well, you’re going to have to find something else to satiate your appetite, because there is simply no one here that will do.

With that, you picked up a cloak with a large hood that came down to nearly your eyes and you slung it over yourself before you decided to make your way down to a certain Potion Master’s office.

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Rap, rap.

“Who is it?”

You hesitated. There’s a strong chance he might not open the door if he realizes it’s me, you thought. You weren’t sure why you thought this. It wasn’t as though you and Severus had any bad blood between the two of you. But still, your impression of Severus was that he was so antisocial that there was a higher chance of his entertaining a stranger than entertaining an acquaintance.

So, you said, quite truthfully, “I’m a new assistant professor here. Dumbledore sent me here to – to…” Your voice faltered as the door was wrenched open.

You were right. At once, Severus’ eyes narrowed. “It’s you.”

“Er, yes. It’s me.” You raised one hand uncertainly. “Hi.”

“You’re a new assistant professor?”

“Yes.”

Severus lifted his eyebrow in mock surprise. “Well, what do you want from me?”

“Dumbledore said you could help me.”

“With what, exactly?”

“Um… Perhaps I could tell you inside your office?” You would rather not take off your hood in the middle of the hallway, where you could be spotted by a passing student or staff member. Even though, thankfully, Severus’ office, being down in the dungeons, was quite out of the way.

You made to step forward, into Severus’ office, but Severus quickly put his hand up against the doorframe. You yelped when your face ran smack into his arm. Ow…

“I don’t see the need for that,” Severus said coolly. “We can speak as we are.”

“But - ”

“I believe this is my office.” Severus’s voice curled up in distaste.

Fully intending to insult him for giving you such a difficult time, you started to say indignantly, “I see you haven’t changed. You’re still a complete - ” when suddenly, you felt an icy thrill shiver all down your spine. A strange sound came out of your mouth as you suddenly shivered all over.

“What -?”  Severus began to question, when another chill ran through your body, and you accidentally shook your head, shaking your hood right off your head. Severus’ eyes widened in astonishment as he caught sight of your silver hair and fox ears.

“What in the world -?” he began.

Realizing that your appearance was exposed, you hurriedly shoved Severus back into his office.

“Oof,” Severus groaned as he felt you rather roughly push him back. He barely managed to keep from tripping backwards over his own doorway. You followed him in, nearly tripping over him just as he almost tripped over his doorway. With everything descending so quickly into chaos, it was small wonder that Severus ended up being backed up against the side of his desk, with you tumbling forward into his chest. A muffled cry left your mouth as your nose, for the second time that day, met some hard, unwelcoming part of his body – his chest.

Severus hurriedly shoved you off of him.

You straightened up and rubbed your nose, frowning at him. “Thought you’d be softer,” you mumbled. “Don’t you just sit around and concoct Potions all day? How much of a work-out is that, really?”

Severus glared at you. Then, without warning, he raised his wand. You scampered away from him, looking rather more like a fox than even you noticed. But he merely pointed his wand at the door, which slammed shut.

“So, all of the teasing about you was right after all – you are quite strange,” Severus remarked, staring at your fox ears.

You bristled at this. “You, of all people, should know that what bullies say is never true.”

Severus paused. “Why do you assume that I would know that?”

“What, do you want to pretend as though you were never bullied while at Hogwarts?” you asked, unimpressed. “People made fun of you as much as they did me. Remember the Marauders and how they -?”

Severus suddenly paled. “I don’t want to hear you mention them again,” he interrupted curtly.

“You brought it up first,” you pushed back. “Besides, my whole point is that those remarks aren’t true. I’m not a freak, and you’re not er – what did they call you? A loner, greasy-haired, hook-nosed – and oh, yes, Snivellus was a popular nickname,” you reeled off, counting on your fingers.

“I’ll thank you not to repeat those words,” Severus said thinly, glowering at you.  

“You’re brilliant, Severus, and – well, I wouldn’t call you kind – but at least you were more mature than the rest of the idiots our year,” you continued, dropping your hand.

Severus stared at you for a long moment. Then, in a quiet and distrusting voice, he said, “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Well, not much,” you admitted. “I’m not claiming that we were the best of pals or anything.”

Severus grimaced, and he began to turn away from you, when you spoke again. “But I do know that when Slughorn made me grade papers in detention, yours was always the model answer. And I do know when – when I was caught in that net and everyone was laughing, even though I was thrashing about and could barely breathe and was scared something was really going to happen to me…” Your voice trailed off for a moment, but you pulled yourself together and continued, “I saw you, and you weren’t laughing at me. I don’t know why you weren’t laughing. And it’s not like you helped me, either. But…” Your voice became smaller and smaller, until you were barely whispering, “… And I never laughed at you, either. You didn’t deserve to be bullied.”

Severus turned around, though his expression was still unreadable. His eyes were as cold and calm as ever. “So, what do you suggest? An alliance based on the fact that we were both loners at school? No, thank you.”

“Severus,” you pleaded, “I can’t go anywhere with these - ” you pointed to your fox ears “ - sticking out of my head.”

“What in the world has happened to give you this – this unearthly look?” Severus asked you, examining you with distaste.

Oho. The Nine-Tailed Fox’s voice suddenly popped up in your mind. He wants to know about me, does he? Well, well… You felt her many tails flicker teasingly in your chest. Shall we give him a little introduction?

A sense of tremendous horror overcame you as you suddenly realized what the chills had been – the Nine-Tailed Fox recognizing a connection between you and –

“Oh no,” you suddenly blurted out. “Oh, Merlin, no!”

Severus, who had just started to step towards you to have a closer look at your ears, suddenly came to a stop, as you hastened back, away from him.

“What?” Severus said, startled. “What is it?”

You’ve got to be joking, you told the Fox in your head.

Not at all, the Fox replied. He’s the first in several months now that has held any hint of sexual connection with you. It’s quite weak, I grant you that. But this is where I come in.

But – But it’s him. Severus Snape, you protested. Even as you protested with the Fox, however, a soft burn began to blossom in your heart and slowly began to travel to your cheeks, making you blush, and then down towards your tummy…

“No,” you moaned, and you hid your face in your hands. “No way!”

The Fox giggled, as delightfully and childishly as you had ever heard her. Oh please, this will be fun. It’ll be a bit of a challenge, which is nice, because I rather miss hunting my prey. And with Tristan, you were so into him, little one, that I barely had to stretch my paws to bring him to us.

What? Caught off guard by the Fox’s declaration of how taken in you had been by Tristan, you found yourself sputtering in your head.

Now, this man likes for you to take control – at least, at first, the Fox whispered to you. Be bold before him – and charming, always charming. But not coy. He’ll hate that. I can tell. He’s not one for pretenses.

How can you tell? you wondered warily, staring most unhappily at Severus.

Severus frowned back at you. Folding his arms over his chest, he said, “If you mean to glare at me for much longer, you had better leave. Whether it’s Dumbledore’s order or not, I won’t be granting you any favors when you’re giving me such a distasteful look...”

Severus’ voice died in his chest as you suddenly, lithe as a little fox, jumped forward on your feet and danced your way over to him, with your long silver hair swishing mesmerizingly behind you.

Severus immediately stepped back from you. You stuttered to a stop, too, your fingers coming to a halt in the air just before his chest.

You both froze, looking at each other with utmost confusion and distrust. Severus reached up and took your wrist in his hand, touching you first, but then, he was the one who whispered, “Stop.”

Your eyes flickered up to his, calling him out wordlessly for the discrepancy between his actions and his words. Severus stiffened, his hand tightening into a verifiable grip as he realized that, for once in his life, he was the irrational one.

But then, a strange sensation flickered through him, and Severus’ jaw tightened as an icy cold bolt shot through his hand. He quickly ripped his hand away from you.

Meanwhile, your heart abruptly skipped a beat. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling, not the way it was when it was because Remus was about to touch you and kiss you, but almost as though you had just missed a step on the staircase and was living that horrifying moment where you suddenly thought you might fall.

Severus’ eyes flashed as he realized, “It’s not just the fox ears, is it? It’s something more… Something has… possessed you.”

You paused, startled at how quickly Severus had figured you out. “How did you guess that?”

“Physical symptoms that are uncontrollable are often a sign of internal infection,” Severus explained quickly while still massaging his right hand (which he had held your wrist with) with his left hand, as though he were afraid of being contaminated by whatever had happened when he touched you. “That’s why Potions work so well. Unlike spells, that begin with external influence and often rely on the limits of external perception, Potions work from within.”

“O-Oh,” you said, a bit lamely. You got the gist of what Severus was saying, of course, but the electrifying feeling growing within you, coupled with the unexpected eloquence with which Severus spoke, threw you off guard.

Within you, the Fox put up her paw against your chest and gave you a little shove forward. You felt yourself half-step and half-trip towards Severus.

Severus watched you warily, but he made no move either away or towards you.

“You’re right,” you confessed. “There’s a spirit within me.”

“A Fox Spirit?” Severus asked.

You nodded. “And she comes out whenever…” You hesitated. You didn’t want anyone knowing your weakness. So, you quickly amended, without too noticeable of a pause, “… whenever she’s hungry.”

“Hungry? What do spirits eat?” Severus suddenly put up his right hand to stop you, for you had been slowly coming closer and closer to him.

“Well…” You reached out - though, ignoring his outstretched hand, you chose rather to let your fingertips brush across Severus’ left hand, which was still down and resting. Your fingertips grazed over the back of his hand. The Fox, who was sensing Severus’ deep mistrust of you, was quietly communicating through your hesitant and decidedly gentle touch that you weren’t a threat, that you weren’t intending to take him off guard. Your eyes dropped to his hand, as you gently let your fingertips stroke the back of his hand now. “They crave sensual energy.”

The Fox nudged you, and you instinctively lifted your eyes. Gazing up at him, you very slowly slid your hand into his. “Surely, you can figure it out from there,” you murmured. “Surely, you…” You gave his hand a light squeeze. “… know what I mean.”

Severus’ frown only deepened, however, and he all but grimaced at you as he turned his head away. He began to take his hand out of yours as well, when he paused. You inhaled sharply, too, as you felt the Fox wave her tails behind her in a flurry.

Severus blinked, as a sensation of what could only be described as power flashed through his veins. What in Merlin’s name was that? He wondered. He found himself turning back to stare at you with incredulity. Who is this silly girl, to hold the power of such illusion?

Because if I’m not mistaken, in that single moment, I saw… I saw… Severus was speechless, even in his own brilliant mind, because, in fact, he had seen an alternate version of his own life, of an entire life, where he had not been bullied, where he had been loved as himself, where he had not allowed the Death Eaters to tempt him into joining their cause, where he had not inadvertently gave news of the prophecy to the Dark Lord that had ended up, much to his utter agony, leading to the death of the only one for whom he had ever cared for, ever had feelings for…

Severus shut his eyes. He let out a gasp of emotion, and he nearly collapsed onto the desk behind him.

You raced forward and caught him. “Severus!”

Severus shook his head. “How did you know?” he asked you, overcome with grief. “How did you know what it was that I most desired?”

“I… I don’t,” you replied honestly, still helping to hold him up, with your arms around him. “I don’t know what just happened. I just felt a flash go through me, like – like lightning from a clear sky…”

Severus finally opened his eyes. He put his hand on your shoulder for support as he found his footing again. “Are you sure it’s not some devil spirit that’s possessed you? To be able to conjure up something like that.”

“You know, I’m not so sure myself sometimes,” you replied honestly.

The Nine-Tailed Fox let out a derisive scoff inside of you. Excuse you.

“I don’t trust you,” Severus said, rather suddenly and very bluntly. “I don’t trust what you are, not when you’ve got those – those things on your head and when you’ve seen into my head, when not even - ”

Severus abruptly stopped talking.

You shook your head. “I really didn’t see anything,” you told him earnestly. “Severus, I would never do that to you.”

“Then, what was that?” Severus asked. He grabbed your shoulders.

Startled, your hands flew up to his arms.

Severus didn’t shake you or hurt you in any way, but he kept you before him as he asked you, with a sharp edge in his voice that demanded answers, “There must be some power or motivation that caused me to – to see the things I did. Why? Where did that come from?”

“Severus, please, calm down,” you told him, squirming a little in his grip. Merlin, he’s definitely stronger than he looks.

My, my, isn’t he a sensitive one? The Fox sighed. At first glance, he seems quite strong, but… He’s never tapped into his potential, it seems. Then, her voice radiated outwards, as the Fox whispered to Severus, You have so many regrets, don’t you?

Severus froze. “That voice…”

You nodded calmly. “Yes, it’s her. It’s not me, obviously.”

Severus stared at you, his dark eyes glimmering with complete shock, as he croaked, “It’s real. Those ridiculous tales you used to torture Rowan Scamander with – they’re real.”

“I did not torture him,” you started to seethe, but you reigned yourself in. With a puff of angry air, you calmed yourself and instead said, “Anyways, that’s not the point. The point is that this spirit is very real, and her hunger is also very real. What’s more, satiating her is the only way for me to get rid of those blasted ears - ”

Hey, the Fox interjected in your head, they’re cute on you.

“ – so please, help me,” you finished, pleading with Severus. “Dumbledore said you could make me a Potion that could disguise my features. Some variation of the Polyjuice Potion.”  

Severus finally seemed to find his footing again, now that the talk was back to Potions, though there was still a somewhat faint color to his complexion. “Well, yes,” he agreed. “A Disguising Potion would help you.”

He walked around his desk and began to pull out his cauldron, when he paused. “Wait, I thought you said that the Fox spirit craved, - er – a certain energy. A Disguising Potion won’t help with that.”

“Well, no, but the Potion will help conceal the appearance of the Fox,” you replied. “To actually get rid of my fox ears and silver hair without any magic, it requires, um, that certain energy.”

“Oh.” Severus shook his head as he began to set up the different flasks and measuring tools. “Well, then. You should come back in two weeks’ time.”

Your eyes widened. “Two weeks!? I can’t go around looking like this for two weeks! I have to go see Hagrid tomorrow morning!”

Severus shot you a glare. “Well, what do you expect? A full-blown Polyjuice Potion takes an entire month to concoct. And if you were asking anyone but me, a Disguising Potion would take three weeks!”

“Oh my God,” you groaned. “What am I going to do?” You buried your face in your hands. “I can’t let any more people know about my condition! It’s bad enough that you know.”

Oh? The Fox suddenly lifted her snout and sniffed the air. Then, blinking her silver eyes open, she realized, Well, look at that, doing just fine on your own. I think he’s starting to feel a little bit of sympathy for you.

What? you said, confused.

The Fox chuckled. Never mind. Just keep pretending to be upset.

I’m not pretending – I am upset!

While you were busy arguing with the Fox in your head, Severus had slowly stood up at his desk. Many conflicting thoughts were warring in his head: The image of himself as someone powerful and brave was intoxicating to him, and it had felt so real when he had touched you… The fact that Dumbledore had asked him to help you… The fact that nothing good could come out of others knowing that you were possessed by a powerful spirit… And then, the faint image of you, waving at him uncertainly in Transfiguration class, only for him to turn away from you.

Severus didn’t know why he had turned away from you back then. Perhaps it was because he didn’t want to be associated with another “loser.” Perhaps it was because he, too, found you strange, forever running about with irrelevant books and sporting that stupid fox tail keychain. Or perhaps, it was because all his life, whenever he had tried to love someone, whether it was his parents or Lily or even those he attempted to be friends with in his Slytherin circle, he had been betrayed, until his habit to friendliness was immediately turning away, so that he would not have his trust thrown back in his face again…

Severus hadn’t necessarily regretted turning away from you, then. He hadn’t thought about it again because he had always thought that you were rather weird and quirky and unlikable, with too much chaotic energy and what seemed like a totally fantastical and random chase after some mythical creature that Severus thought remained better undiscovered. But now, of all the memories he could have had, it was that flash of memory of you waving at him, which he had never thought about before now, that entered his mind.

Severus hesitated. “You’re certain that you can’t get rid of those fox ears on your own?”

You gave him a wry look. “You really think I would be here, telling you all this, if I could have figured this out on my own?”

“Fine,” Severus acceded. “And Dumbledore truly asked me to help you?”

You nodded firmly, so much so that your left fox ear flopped over, only to flop back up when you straightened your head again.

Severus sighed. “Damn you.” He came around his desk and crossed over to you.

You were busy berating him, “You know, Severus, this is hardly my first choice as to how I spend my time - ”

You cut off, and a muffled whimper of shock left your mouth, as Severus had walked right up to you, slid his hand under your chin, pushed your face up, and then, bending down a little, pressed his mouth against yours.

Surprised, you immediately pushed him off of you. “W-What?” you managed to bleat out in surprise.

“What?” Severus shot right back at you, not taking well to your unwelcoming response. “I am trying to help you,” he snarled.

“But it – you gave me no warning – and, besides that, Severus - ” Without thinking, you blurted out, “ - you kiss so badly!”

Severus turned pale with anger at your insult, but then, you swore a pink tinge appeared on his cheeks a moment later.  

“Well,” Severus replied snarkily a moment later, when he had a chance to gather his wits again, “you hardly inspire romanticism.”

Oh God, you groaned in your head. This is terrible. This is so bloody awkward.

You stupid Fox, you cursed in your head. Damn you for needing this.

The Fox delicately wrapped her tails around herself and snuggled into her own warm makeshift blanket. Suit yourself, but I suggest that you carry on, she said haughtily. Elsewise, you’ll only become more desperate.

With a hard, heavy sigh, you finally turned to Severus. “All right, I – I take your point. I didn’t mean to react that way, or to insult you when you’re only helping me. But, um, you can’t – I mean, you shouldn’t kiss that way…”

Severus looked as though he was about to murder you on the spot, or else murder himself.

“Look, I’ll just show you, all right?” you said, feeling the humiliation wash over you at the terribly forced nature of all of this. “I’m warning you that I’m about to kiss you. So, don’t push me away or anything, okay?”

“Your kisses warrant a warning?” Severus said thinly. “And I rather think it’s you that needs to control yourself.”

“Right, right,” you replied quickly, trying not to get dragged into another argument with Severus. “Just… close your eyes, please.”

“I will if you stop talking,” Severus replied coldly.

“Fine,” you responded, equally coldly. “Fine. Just don’t look at me.”

Severus seemed nervous, almost, but he finally did as you asked and closed his eyes.

You walked over to him. You weren’t quite sure where to put your hands and your hands flitted about his chest and arms uncertainly, until Severus barked out, annoyed, “What the hell are you doing? What’s taking so long?”

Just go for it, you told yourself.

With a soft sigh, you found your resolve. You put your hands on his shoulders and then, getting up on tip-toe, you gently pressed your lips to Severus’ mouth.

For a moment, it was just as awkward as before, as he didn’t respond to you at all.

Shall I give you a little help? The Fox purred. She got up from her napping position, and her tails flickered in the air behind her.

Giving in to the feeling of the Fox’s energy, you followed her nudges and closed your own eyes now. You began to slowly open your mouth a little and pressed yours lips against his again before pulling back a little. You paused. Then, you kissed him again, making the same movement as before in opening your lips just a little to let him feel the warm movement of your lips, softly encouraging him to join you.

Severus seemed unsure of what to do, even with your guidance, but eventually, he started to respond, opening his mouth just a little, to let you sink into him. His chest, too, began to soften, as he relaxed the tiniest bit, and his hands began to slide little by little up your back, until he was gently pressing you to him. It surprised you how gentle he was being with you, but you recognized that it was a gentleness borne of uncertainty, rather than out of any care for you.

Maybe he hasn’t much experience, you thought. I suppose that makes sense, since he’s got such a taciturn and cold personality.

You insulting him doesn’t help, the Fox berated you. Stop judging the man, and be thankful that he wants to help you.

At the same time the Fox was chiding you, she was slowly feeding Severus the same sense of power as before – that sense of confidence and certainty that Severus had felt himself to be lacking all his life.

Only a few minutes had passed, when Severus, willingly intoxicated by that vision of himself as a stronger man than he had ever been able to attain in his real life, had, without realizing it himself, pushed you up against the office door with a quiet, yet smoldering confidence that was growing within his soul.

More than a bit surprised at the sudden authority with which Severus kissed you and held you, you blinked your eyes open – only to find that you were looking at none other than Severus Snape.

Goodness, you thought to yourself, this is quite unfortunate, isn’t it? Not that he’s a bad man or anything. Still, it’s unfortunate, you decided, that this is who I have to rely on…

Yes, most unfortunate that you should have to rely on Severus Snape for – for this, you were still thinking five minutes later, though rather hazily now, as Severus’ cruel, hard mouth was on yours, in a harsh and dispassionate kiss, while his hands had snaked around your wrists and pinned you down rather uncaringly against the closed office door.

When Severus abruptly gave you a rather harsh bite on your lower lip, you jolted a little.

“If we’re to do this, I beg you to stay still,” he hissed at you. “The way you squirm at the slightest touch is highly irritating.”

You blew out a sharp breath, annoyed. “What? You want to kiss a stone statue, then?”  

“I would rather not ‘kiss’ at all,” Severus growled. “But that damned Fox within you is playing her tricks on me.”

“Don’t blame her,” you shot back. “You agreed to do this.”

“Was there truly any choice? Isn’t that Fox a mythical being?” Severus asked you cuttingly, for he still believed that you knew what the Fox was doing – seeing into his mind and intertwining visions of his deepest desires with being with you. Actually, just as with Tristan, you didn’t know was happening. You didn’t automatically know what the Fox saw in your partner’s mind and you weren’t always aware of how the Fox was affecting the visions of your partner, or even how the Fox heightened the atmosphere between the two of you. That was why even you, who housed the Nine-Tailed Fox within you, continued to underestimate her.  

But before you could make sense of his words, Severus warned you, “Now, stay still.” With that, he kissed you again, and then, he roughly yanked your robes aside and plunged his hand into your boyshorts and then –

It surprised you just how thick Severus’ fingers were. It was quite unlike being touched by Remus, with his long, graceful fingers. Besides that, Remus had liked to lead into it, to give you soft little pats and rubs before starting to push, whereas Severus was purposeful from the very beginning, pushing his fingers hard against your core at once and continuing to push and push and push –

“Hah… Ah…” You shut your eyes tightly. “You’re p-pushing - ”

“Shush.”

The Fox within you bounded around happily. Mm, he’s stern, isn’t he?

“Ah, S-Severus,” you stuttered out.

“I told you to stop with your ridiculous sounds.”

“I’m – huff – trying.”

“No wonder a Fox spirit could possess you,” Severus said meanly. “You have no will of your own, no you?”

“S-Shut up,” you whispered back, in a tight voice. A moan very nearly slipped out, but you caught yourself just in time. Biting down hard on your lower lip, you restrained yourself from making any noise beyond your desperate pants and sharp inhales.

Come now, the Fox whispered to you slyly, give him a little moan.

No, he said he finds it annoying when I moan.

He’s lying, you silly girl, the Fox said knowingly. Now, open your mouth and moan. The Fox put up her paw and pushed at your chest.

You instantly breathed out, “Ah… S-Slow down.”

Severus paused. “Why? Am I hurting you?”

“No, it’s not that. It just feels better if you go slow.”

At this, Severus merely said, “I’d rather we get this over with.”

“But, it doesn’t feel as good,” you protested again.

Severus ignored you, continuing to rub your little clit until it was blushing pink.

Nngh… So rough, you thought. All the men I’ve ever been with are so rough… except Remus. He was the only one who was gentle with me.

The Fox hissed at you. Get your act together.

Before you could retort to the Fox, Severus stepped closer to you, and pushing you up against the door, he slid his hand over your pussy, cupping it, and then rubbed his palm right where you were most sensitive on your clit.

“Ah, w-wait!” you cried out suddenly, clutching onto Severus’ arm.

“Wait for what?” Severus muttered at you, but he didn’t slow down one bit, as the expression on your face told him that you weren’t stopping him because you were hurting, but rather because you were… About to cum, Severus recognized, watching you bit down on your lower lip and then pant desperately.  

“You’re s’pse to lead in,” you whispered. “Not so fast! I – ah!”

“You don’t really seem to mind, though,” Severus said wryly.

“No, if you keep going, I’m – I’m – ah!” you gasped out. He’s relentless. The way he touches me, just pushing his fingers all over my pussy, pressing down regardless of how out of breath I am, regardless of – of everything… Oh, God…

You shut your eyes tightly and huffed out hard breaths, one after the other. At first, because of how rough he was, it didn’t feel all that good. But, now, I feel like, with all this pressure on my clit, building up so quickly because of all the rubbing and touching and pushing, I have to cum. I have to!

“Nngh, God, S-Severus,” you stuttered out. “Fuck, I think ‘m gonna – ah- c-cum…!” Your back arched off of the door, and you moaned loudly.

Severus felt your thighs tremble, but he kept his hand pressed right up against you, not letting you close your thighs together. “Be still,” he warned you, ignoring the fact that you were cumming so hard that you were disintegrating before his very eyes. “I’ll stop if you aren’t still.”

“So… harsh,” you bleated out, almost whimpering, as Severus made you keep your thighs apart. “When I can’t even help it, can’t help myself…”

“I don’t care. You keep those thighs spread,” Severus snapped. But even he could not stop the inevitable. Your moan curled up as your thighs bowed together around his unyielding hand, and you ended up grasping onto Severus and leaning forward and panting into his chest as you tried to hold yourself up and keep from falling.

“Look at you, barely holding yourself together,” Severus sneered. “Pathetic.” Of course, the hard throbbing in his pants told him otherwise, but he would rather die than let you know how badly you were affecting him as you smushed your face against his chest and whimpered.

Unable to help himself, Severus suddenly pushed his hand against you once more, wanting to feel your cum pool into his hand. Meaning to tease you, Severus whispered into your ear, rather meanly, “Do you even remember your name at this point?”

However, right as he whispered into your ear, whether it was because of Severus’ suddenly pushing his hand against you, or you unintentionally spreading your thighs open in an attempt to stand up again at that exact moment, or the Fox’s sly wiles at work, Severus’ fingers were suddenly pushing right at your pussyhole. Before you knew it, he was pushing three of his fingers inside of your tight hole – or you were sinking down onto his fingers as your legs gave out – again, you didn’t know which. All the same, his thick fingers were spreading your little pussy open. Your eyes widened in surprise, but Severus, too, was rather caught off guard.

“A-Ah!” you stuttered out, surprised at the sudden feeling of your little pussy being pushed open and filled by a man’s thick, demanding fingers.

Subconsciously, Severus realized that he wanted to hear you speak to him like that again, and, without giving you a moment’s respite, he pushed his fingers into you yet again, even deeper and faster this time.

You held back your moans for as long as you could, as your thighs caved in over and over again, until - “Severus, please!” you abruptly cried out.

Severus’ breath caught for just a moment when he heard you cry out his name like that. He paused to stare at you, somewhat in awe at the gorgeous little sounds you were making. Even when he finally acquiesced to touching you, he had never, for a second, imagined that he would actually enjoy it on any level, except to feed into the power that the Fox was feeding him. But seeing you like this, melting against the door and right onto his hand, almost subconsciously lusting after him, but conscious enough to be moving your little hips up and down, swaying on his hand to take in more and more of his fingers into your tight hole, Severus suddenly found himself hard-pressed not to praise you.

“Oh my God,” you whimpered just then, relieved that he was finally pausing. You couldn’t help except to slump forward and to pant heavily against his chest, while your trembling thighs and your tight, tight pussy finally relaxed enough that the cum started to trickle out of you.  

Severus’ chest began to heave slightly faster under his dark shirt, as he realized how wonderfully warm and wet you were getting between your thighs.

Meanwhile, you were lost in your own cloud of confusion over the pleasure that Severus, of all people - the one man who it was unthinkable to be intimate with -  was giving you. Why does it have to feel so good? you wondered hazily. Fills me up so good, doesn’t he? Yes, and with just his fingers. Ah… Ah, God, and I just came, so I’m all – all wet, and he’s spreading me open now, and I – I think I’m d-dripping… Mmm, fuck!

Severus paused, feeling your cum, all warm and slick, starting to pool out of your tight pussy. “You’re impossibly wet,” Severus murmured, almost beratingly. But his fingers were still slowly pushing into your slick, yet squeezing little warmth.

“Then, s-stop,” you mumbled out. “If you keep touching me, I’m only going to get w-wetter.”

Severus stopped at once, out of pride. But he felt a flash of regret as he pulled his fingers out of your silky little hole. He meant to pull his hand away entirely, only just then, he felt your soft thighs latch around his wrist. Without realizing that you were keeping him with you, you began to move moving your hips back and forth just a little, soothing yourself while coming down from your high. “Mm,” you mumbled out softly.

This was how, despite all of your back-and-forth to stop touching each other, Severus’ hand was now growing steadily wetter with your cum. A part of him felt disgusted, and he wanted to pull his hand away at once, except you were clutching onto him and burying your face against him, and glimpsing down, Severus could once more see the way your hips softly shifted from side to side. Something about that vision, of you moving your hips like that, did something inexplicable to Severus. It made him swallow hard and it made him painfully aware of his cock straining against his pants.

Despite himself, Severus wanted to feel more of you, to touch you, to push every delicious moan out of you. And what was more, Severus couldn’t help thinking about what it must feel like to have his cock – his hard, throbbing cock, which was uncomfortably tight in his pants – inside of this tight little cunt of yours.

Outwardly, Severus only sighed, as though bored. “I thought you just told me to stop touching you. What do you think you’re doing now, then, using my hand like this?”

“Oh!” Your eyes flashed open. You hurriedly stepped back, letting Severus’s hand slide out from your soft, warm thighs.

Severus lifted his hand, only to find it drenched in your cum. He grimaced, though he let you still lean against him as you caught your breath. “Is your Fox satisfied now?” Severus asked you, rather condescendingly.

The Fox laughed lightly in your head. As if. Silly human. Still, he’s a lucky find. His soul is quite strong, if not a little brittle from being caged up so long.

But Severus’ comment woke you up. Letting go of him, you fell back against the door, still trying to catch your breath.

Severus watched as your white fox ears slowly disappeared. Back into her head? Or where do they go? he found himself wondering. Then, your silver hair turned back to your shoulder-length blue hair.

Anyways…

“You’re back to normal,” Severus said. Then, he added meanly, “Or, as normal as you ever look.”

You scowled at Severus, but he didn’t care. He was too busy shoving you out of his office.

“Next time,” he scolded you, “wait for the Potion.”

With that, Severus closed the door on you.

You sighed as you walked away from Severus’ office, rearranging your robes to hide the fact that Severus Severus, of all people, had made you cum against his hand. And when his fingers were inside of you – oooh, it made you melt just thinking about it. You still preferred Remus’ gentle, slender fingers touching you so sweetly and driving you absolutely crazy with want before finally pushing into you, but the thickness of Severus’ fingers and the immediate roughness with which he touched you, while it didn’t feel perfectly pleasant at first, did make you feel quite… quite full, one might even say satisfied, rather quickly. You nearly moaned in your head as you imagined how it might feel to have his fingers pumping into you a lot harder than he had given you today, but – Oh my God. What’s happening to me? you wondered, suddenly catching yourself. I must be crazy, imagining Severus like that.

Honestly, of all the people I thought I’d be asking favors for, you complained in your head. And this kind-of favor, too. Merlin. He must despise me, on some level.

The Fox let out a sparkling laugh, as she replied, Oh no, don’t worry about that. You’ve more than repaid the favor for that man. He’ll welcome you back anytime with open hands – or should I say, with his thick fingers.

Shut up, you growled at the Fox. I’m embarrassed myself today thanks to you.

The Fox smirked at you. She can’t even begin to imagine how much that man wants her now, the Fox thought to herself.

For, unbeknownst to you, in his office, Severus had barely managed to shove you out the door and then unbuckle his pants fast enough before cum spurted out of his hard, thick cock. The truth was, he’d barely been able to hold back from cumming as he watched you cum for him. He’d held his breath as he took in the sight of you trembling all prettily against the door, with your eyes staring up at him in wide wonder at the desperate need for release that was working through your little tummy and deep inside of your tight, squeezing cunt. Now picturing your face in his mind, including the way your little fox ears had been twitching furiously on the top of your head as you literally soaked his fingers with cum, Severus finally let himself cum heavily into his hand. Groaning and leaning over his desk, Severus barely managed to grip onto the edge of his desk with one hand, as with his other hand, he finished pumping his cock in his hand, allowing himself to cum to the image of you still in his head.

Severus had no ideations of you, of course. He knew full well that it was the Fox who was working her magic onto him, but still, when he finally opened his eyes to see his office completely covered with snow for a moment, he was completely taken aback. What kind-of magic is this? he wondered, unsettled. But he only had to blink again, and the snow was gone, with not a single snowflake left behind. Severus was left wondering if all of this had just been a dream – a strange dream of you fantastically conjured up from that one memory of you where you were waving to him, with a certain sadness in your eyes and a shy kindness in your smile, and even then, some strange form of mysticism that had wrapped around you like a cloak and made you seem, even back then, like a being not from this world, a being that none of the other students could even dare to touch, let alone understand.

If Lily Evans had once been his anchor to a kinder and brighter world, one that Severus had too quickly lost hold of in his shame at the constant humiliation he faced at Hogwarts, combined with his deep desire to impress her by fulfilling his more ambitious instincts and joining the Death Eaters, you were the exact opposite of Lily to him – not some anchor to a brighter world; rather, a loner just like him, awkward and incapable of small talk, someone floating and uncertain, clearly not destined for greatness in the world, and yet, highly ambitious in your own way, someone who understood that deep, haunting thirst to prove yourself to the rest of the world that constantly doubted you, and had felt the unbearable pain of having that very ambition become the thing that reared up and bit you, betrayed you, right when you needed it most. Ambition, Severus decided, was a double-headed snake, and both of you had fallen prey to your own dreams.

While Severus did not trust you whatsoever, with your strange fox ears and even stranger personality, it was that aspect of shared experience, of trying and being betrayed and hurting, all in the pursuit of one glorious dream, that allowed Severus to feel the slightest bit of sympathy for you. But Severus Snape, like Tristan Graves, like you, failed to understand how clever the Nine-Tailed Fox was, and neither you nor he could even come close to imagining just how perfectly the Fox would use that tiny bit of shared experience to bind the two of you together over the next twelve years.  

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[outofangband]

Flora and Fauna of Ard-galen

I originally had only the flora posted separately but I wanted to post this together for convenience and to add to the flora!

Flora and fauna of Arda masterlist 

Originally requested by @polutrope

Disclaimer: I used both what we can extrapolate is likely indigenous to the region based on descriptions of the landscape and climate as well as my own headcanons and inspirations and reference books on similar habitats as well as books like The Atlas of Middle Earth and The Flora of Middle Earth

I really love working on and researching these! and as always feel free to ask more, even if I've already done a place I'd always enjoy going into more detail of tacking a more specific kind of life there

Ard-galen was the vast, green plains south of Angband and North of Dorthonion. It translates to Green Region in Sindarin. Little description is given to the details of its climate or biodiversity but based on its location and proximity to Dorthonion, it was likely a temperate region with cold seasons especially due to the proximity of the mountains.

The grasslands would be made up of a variety of grasses and other plants and would probably include fens, other areas of more moisture. Timothy grass, green foxtail, windgrass, larkspur, blue grass and other meadow grasses, sedge, cow vetch,  yarrow, various brambles, wood reed, meadowsweet, marsh yellow cress, meadow rue, wild mustard, clover, and dog violet are all possible examples.

Dotted throughout the region there are probably streams including those that originate in the mountains. Wood sorrel, floating sweet grass, marsh bedstraw, soft rush, and various reeds may be found closer to the water

A variety of wildflowers also probably grow throughout. Goldenrod, certain species of lilies, summer pheasant’s eye, mayweed, cornflower, poppies, campion, and pilewort are all possible examples

Amphibians are likely more abundant than in Hithlum or Dorthonion due to the milder climate. Possible species include the moor frog, stream frog, marsh frog, perhaps a species of small tree frog (though of course these wouldn’t live in trees mostly, more likely smaller shrubs), smooth newt, brook salamander and alpine newt. Reptiles are less common. Pond slider turtles, common wall lizards, meadow lizards and perhaps small green grass snakes are among the few species. 

Birds also differ than in surrounding regions because of the different type of landscape. Some examples include quails and peasants, stone curlew, kingbirds, gray, brown and woodchat shrikes, grasshopper warblers, yellowhammers, buntings and red footed falcons. 

Larger mammals are uncommon though some do pass through along migration, grazing or hunting routes. Perhaps the fields of Ard-galen are included in the migration routes for woolly rhinos or another large, prehistoric creature.

Common rabbit, a species of badger, field mice, hazel dormouse,  swamp cat and (European) wild cat, common genet, roe or fallow deer, and black foxes are some possibilities. 

Even short lists of insects can be overwhelming but there are definitely pollinators like honey and bumble bees, wood white and small copper butterflies, etc. 

I do like to think that perhaps creatures do adapt to the landscape once the worst of the toxins clear including creatures that have previously favored Angband for the volcanic landscape. I think life adapting to the destroyed land fits very well with other themes, including the Haudh-en-Nirnaeth regaining plant life in the middle of the desert.

note: of course this is just an overview as a complete list would be thousands and thousands of species! as always feel free to request more specific areas!

[pinkfruitgender]

roughblueveriditic

a gender in the veriditic alignment system that relates to roughstalk bluegrass or shares the aesthetic/feeling/properties of roughstalk bluegrass. a gender that appeared unexpectedly and was originally viewed negatively, but now feels comfortable and beautiful. roughblueveriditic also holds a connection to strength and summer.

foxveriditic

a gender in the veriditic alignment system that relates to yellow foxtail or shares the aesthetic/feeling/properties of yellow foxtail. a gender that appeared unexpectedly and was originally viewed negatively, but now feels comfortable and beautiful. foxveriditic also holds a connection to warmth, sunshine and foxes.

shatterveriditic

a gender in the veriditic alignment system that relates to shattercane or shares the aesthetic/feeling/properties of shattercane. a gender that appeared unexpectedly and was originally viewed negatively, but now feels comfortable and beautiful. shatterveriditic also holds a connection to shattering, breaking and exploding.

tumblepigveriditic

a gender in the veriditic alignment system that relates to tumble pigweed or shares the aesthetic/feeling/properties of tumble pigweed. a gender that appeared unexpectedly and was originally viewed negatively, but now feels comfortable and beautiful. tumblepigveriditic also holds a connection to beauty, flowers and the end of summer.

prospigveriditic

a gender in the veriditic alignment system that relates to prostrate pigweed or shares the aesthetic/feeling/properties of prostrate pigweed. a gender that appeared unexpectedly and was originally viewed negatively, but now feels comfortable and beautiful. prospigveriditic also holds a connection to weakness and malleability.

coined by me. absolutely no credit required.

[whileiamdying]

New Again: Grace Jones

This Friday, The Black Rock Coalition Orchestra will host a tribute to Grace Jones at Joe’s Pub at the Public Theater in New York. Curated by musician Gordon Voidwell, the evening is titled “State of Grace.” Ms. Jones will join an impressive list of artists previously celebrated by the BRC, including Nina Simone, James Brown, Betty Davis, Curtis Mayfield, and Gil Scott-Heron.

Grace Jones first appeared in Interview in January of 1977, and in October of 1984 she graced our cover. At the time, Ms. Jones was a mother (to Paolo, her son with Jean-Paul Goude) and dating Dolph Lundgren (before Rocky IV made him semi-famous, when he was still known as Hans). She’d already released six albums (she’d go on to release another four) and was starting a side gig as a film actress.

Grace Jones By Andy Warhol & André Leon Talley

She’s positively jet-propelled. Since 1974, when Grace Jones began her entertainment career lip-synching on tabletops at Club Sept in Paris, she’s transcended the stigma of disco diva and captured true stardom. Having released her sixth album, Living My Life (on Island Records), and made a wicked film debut in Conan the Destroyer, Grace is now working on a James Bond flick (A View to Kill) in which she’s slated to jump off the Eiffel Tower in a cape that becomes a parachute.

Even when she had no money, long before her one-woman show was a sellout around the world, Grace Jones had indefatigable style. She would sweep into New York in August to vacation on Fire Island with only a Swiss Army knapsack slung over her shoulder. In that sack, she had a sea of silk squares and pounds of Kenzo knits (all gifts of the designer) to create the Wrap Esthetic. Her one big dress for years was a chenille bedspread anchored with golf-ball sized Victorian upholstery fringes, which the clergyman’s daughter converted into a Parisian sine qua non of sophistication—from poolside to all night romps with LouLou de la Falaise. Her gift is for visual originality. To appreciate it, one must witness Grace thrashing around onstage, or in her “A One-Man Show” video—an Academy Award nominee directed by Jean Paul Goude—crashing a dozen cymbals into orchestrated revolt on stage. Or in Paris, swinging over a throng of 2,000 at Le Palace. Or taking three hours to pin in a white foxtail to the back of her Azzedine Alaïa ensemble to create a city savage suit.  Designers Montana, Kenzo, Miyake, and Alaïa come to Grace with gifts as if to an altar incarnate. At last count (by Grace’s own arithmetic), she has over 1,000 pairs of designer shoes. “I keep them organized by taking Polaroids and taping them on each box,” she says. “I’ve been in my apartment only two years and already I have to build a new closet.”Graffiti impresario and artists Keith Haring came along to Interview‘s Union Square office to watch this month’s cover story in action, as did physical maintenance technician Lydia Cengic if the SoHo Fitness Center. Amazing Grace was three hours late, going over the inventory in her fur vaults uptown before her escape from Manhattan into the movies.

ANDRÉ LEON TALLEY: Grace, now hit it! Right from the top, they want to know about the glamour bit. How many furs do you own at this moment?

GRACE JONES: Around 35. I’m having a new yellow fox made by Claude Montana. I buy them with my play money, money I make from the Honda TV commercial, and the new Citroën car commercial I will begin shooting in Paris next week with Jean-Paul [Goude]. In that, my hairdo will become the headlights of the car. And I start running like Superwoman. Soon, I guess they will have me in airplane commercials, reflecting speed.

ANDY WARHOL: Why don’t you buy a house instead of all those furs

JONES: I’ve got that, too. I’m living in my own condominium in the West Village. I am going to build a house soon in Jamaica. I don’t wear jewelry, so I wear furs. I don’t have diamonds.

WARHOL: You should.

JONES: I couldn’t wear them.

WARHOL: Diamonds would look great on you.

JONES: Well, I don’t think I could get away with it. I would be held up in the street. But no one comes over to me and says, “Give me that fur coat.”

WARHOL: But your furs are in the fur vault, right?

JONES: Yes.

TALLEY: At Bergdorf’s.

WARHOL: Your diamonds could be in the diamond vault.

JONES: That’s true. It’s a bit harder, I think, to find a good diamond. You’ve really got to know where you’re getting them from.

TALLEY: But a good fur is easy to find?

JONES: I can look at a fur and tell if it’s good or not. You don’t have to dissect a fur.

TALLEY: But does dyeing the fox fur purple do something to the fur?

JONES: Oh, definitely. You dye the hair red, bright orangey red…

TALLEY: Do you have a red fur?

JONES: I have a red one, I have an electric blue, and a purple one. You put a hat on and you’ve got all this color coming.

TALLEY: Well, with a fur coat you don’t have to wear a dress very often. In the winter you can just wear a leotard or your body stocking.

JONES: Or backless tight dresses. I wear my furs all the time. I wear like three different ones in a day.

TALLEY: And when you travel how do you pack them?

JONES: I never check them on an airplane. I wear and carry as many as I can. Sometimes they tell me I can’t carry them on board and I say, “What do you mean I can’t carry them on board?”

TALLEY: Furs are a big investment. How many do you buy a year?

JONES: I buy the whole collection if I like it. I only started getting into furs when the designers I liked started making them.

TALLEY: Remember we went to the first show of Claude Montana’s at Bergdorf’s and you tried on the furs?

JONES: I went crazy. I had some cloth coats from Montana and Kenzo, and I was always saying, “I wish they would make these coats in fur,” and when they started doing them I went absolutely crazy. Usually the first collections are really good.

TALLEY: I was uptown going to church and on the 95th and Broadway “Grace Jones” was above the title of Conan on the movie marquee. They didn’t even have Arnold [Schwarzenegger]’s name.

JONES: Maybe Schwarzenegger was too long.

TALLEY: In that neighborhood you must be a big celebrity. In Conan you upstaged everyone.

JONES: I didn’t try to. I mean it’s a normal thing to do. I really wanted to be an animal in this. I wanted a lot of animalism to come out of it, and when you come out with a tail that’s wet, it’s just natural—

TALLEY: To shake it.

JONES: Yeah.

TALLEY: Did you design your own costumes?

JONES: I brought along all my stuff and said, make this cut, copy the belt…

WARHOL: In the James Bond film you’re doing, are you going to play the same kind of character?

JONES: No. It will be more feminine. Also tough, but feminine tough, lethal. I’m the bad guy, and then, of course, after Bond makes love to me, like all the other women, I wake up out of my hypnosis, and I turn good in the end.

WARHOL: Who is James Bond now?

JONES: It’s still Roger Moore, but I wish it were Hans [Lundgren, GJ’s bodyguard beau now known as Dolph Lundgren]. He should be the next James Bond. I don’t think Roger has much more…

TALLEY: This is his last film.

JONES: I don’t think he can go anymore. Hans is going to be coaching me for the kickboxing scenes. I’m a kickboxer in the movie and Hans is a champion kickboxer, so it’s perfect.

WARHOL: He’ll be in the movie, too?

JONES: Yeah, I don’t know anyone who could coach me any better.

WARHOL: I think you’re a really good comedienne.

JONES: Bette Midler told me that. She said, “My god, you say the funniest things.”

WARHOL: Actually, you should start to buy all the Rosalind Russell pictures. The Front Page, the early ones that she did as sort of a tough comedienne with Cary Grant. I think Chris Reeve would be a great person to play against you, or Eddie Murphy. He’s a good comedian.

JONES: He doesn’t have any style though, does he? Who has a Cary Grant that could pull it off?

WARHOL: Chris Reeve. I saw him in Aspen a couple of days ago. He really hasn’t had a good comedy part yet.

JONES: This is also a very glamorous role. I dictate my wardrobe.

TALLEY: In Conan, when you hit Wilt Chamberlain all the time, did you actually knock him off the horse?

JONES: Yup.

TALLEY: And leap on him? That’s not a stuntwoman?

JONES: That was me.

TALLEY: Was it a real stick?

JONES: Yes, but he’s padded.

TALLEY: So you wouldn’t hurt him.

JONES: I had to hit him right on the mark, right in one area. What happened is they had such a hard time finding a double for me.

TALLEY: That’s impossible, darling!

JONES: They don’t want to cut their hair. Can you imagine people freaked-out over a lousy haircut? The hair is going to grow back. I had a guy double for me. He chewed tobacco and spat all the time. It was like seeing myself chewing tobacco and spitting every two seconds.

TALLEY: What things did he do as your double?

JONES: He did the really dangerous stuff, like climbing… down the waterfall. He did the stunt when both Wilt’s and my horse collided. That’s when the horse fell on his leg. After that he disappeared. He took off and didn’t say a word. We were looking for him; all the police were looking for him. He left all his clothes in the hotel, and we thought he’d gotten mugged or something. Here you bring somebody from Mexico, and he was wild, really animalistic, much more than I was…

TALLEY: Was he the same color as you?

JONES: Yes. Same size. He rode a horse very well.

TALLEY: Is your father very proud of you?

JONES: Yes.

TALLEY:  Did he go to see Conan?

JONES: Oh no, he doesn’t go to the movies.

TALLEY:  But his daughter is in a movie.

JONES: I know, but he can wait till it comes on Home Box Office.

TALLEY: Did your mother go?

JONES: My mother hasn’t seen it yet either.

TALLEY: Why not?

JONES: I don’t know.

TALLEY: But you see your mother all the time. I always see you with your mother.

JONES: I think I wanted to go with her. Why don’t we take her tonight, or when she comes back on Thursday?

TALLEY: Okay, I’ll go with you.

JONES: I’ve never really gone and seen an audience’s reaction.

TALLEY: I saw it at 49th and Broadway… you give your mother furs at Christmas, don’t you?

JONES: I give my mother a fur every year.

TALLEY: And yourself five.

JONES: Seven, eight, nine, 10.

TALLEY: Remember Steve Rubell’s old club—it was like a country club in Queens.

JONES: And we went on that bus with [fashion illustrator] Antonio, [models] Pat Cleveland and Alva, and I sang “I Need A Man.”

TALLEY: You wore a gold tutu and gold cowboy boots. That was probably your first live appearance in New York.

JONES: Can you imagine?

TALLEY:  How do you write your songs? How do you compose lyrics? Where do they come from?

JONES: They come from real-life experiences. I write them in five minutes. Something happens and you start writing. I like writing them rather than talking on tape. When you write you can see it. KEITH HARING: Do you type or write by hand?

JONES: I write by hand.

TALLEY:  At this point of your life, what do you not have that you’d like to have?

JONES: Oh, just more of what I have. I want to create really good work and have fun with it.

TALLEY: Do you remember the great moments like when we were in Paris and you opened at the Palace and Yves [Saint Laurent] and LouLou [de la Falaise] were sitting in the balcony, and they freaked out, they though the costume was inappropriate.

JONES: It was the most awful costume. The people were wild. The audience ripped off my clothes. I was stark naked. Yves took LouLou’s scarf and wrapped it around my waist, and he took off his belt, put it around my breasts and carried me back out on the stage.

TALLEY: But don’t you remember the great moments you also had when there were rumors in Paris that Yves was very ill and you did this great show, one of his best, the Carmen collection, and at the end of it—after 300 outfits—everyone has to hold Yves up. All the models were supporting him as he was having a breakdown, and you were the only one where—

JONES: “Darling, it’s all right, it’s fine.”

TALLEY: “It’s fine,” and you were smiling. You were the only one with a sense of humor about it. Everyone else was in mourning—very sad. It was so natural for you to have this upbeat moment. Where do you think it comes from?

JONES: I think it’s just my natural talent. They used to call me firefly when I was a little girl and I always tried to figure out why I was being called a firefly. I was really black, black, black from the sun. After being in Jamaica for 13 years, my eyes were really beady and white and my skin was really black. I must have really looked like a fly. My eyes looked like lights, like stars.

TALLEY: But born from a minister.

JONES: There’re lots of musicians in my family, too. My mother sings incredibly well. I’ve got to make a record with my mother’s voice on it. She sings a lyric soprano. We do the opposite. I’m a baritone. She’s a star singer in her church. She always does her solo.

TALLEY: Do you realize that there are still people who think that you are a sex change?

JONES: Oh, I love it.

TALLEY: Or that you never had Paulo as a child.

JONES: Oh, I adopted, huh? So what does that make Hans?

TALLEY: You were one of the first with your style to cross over in your way of dressing.

JONES: Androgynous.

TALLEY: There are people who say to me, “Grace Jones, she’s not a real woman, she’s a man, a drag queen.” How do you feel about that?

JONES: I don’t care. I like dressing like a guy. I love it. When I was modeling I used to do pictures where I would dress up like my little brother. No makeup and I looked like a boy.

TALLEY: Don’t you think it’s passé the way society puts these sort of stigmas and labels, “boy,” “girl”?

JONES: Very passé. The future is no sex.

TALLEY: You can change your personality.

JONES: You can be a boy, a girl, whatever you want. I have a lot of man in me.

TALLEY:  And you have a lot of woman in you too, darling.

JONES: I have just as much woman in me as I have man. It’s just a matter of channeling the energy into which way you use it.

TALLEY:  How do you feel about people that cross over? Are there any crossover people that you like? Marlene Dietrich has a very wonderful sort of crossover style.

JONES: I love Dietrich.

TALLEY: Greta Garbo?

JONES: They’re all the people I love.

TALLEY: Michael Jackson?

JONES: More and more now than ever. Well, Annie Lennox, she’s doing a number.

TALLEY: Is there any drag queen that you thought had great style? Can you think of a great drag queen, one who had a true style and originality?

JONES: I think Amanda Lear came the closest.

TALLEY:  She even wears Chanel slings.

JONES: There’s this other one that used to run around all the time dancing. We had a fight once.

TALLEY: Potassa.

JONES: Potassa is really wild. Gorgeous still, and bones, cheekbones. People think I have silicone cheekbones, they think I had a nose job or something. My god, I feel like I’m completely remade. Why couldn’t I have been born looking like this? But I don’t care. It doesn’t bother me.

WARHOL: You were a very famous model, you’ve always had good looks. What was your first job?

JONES: My first modeling job was for Essence. Remember that makeover? They did a before and after and I looked better before.

WARHOL: Were you with an agency then?

JONES: Yes, I was with Black Beauty.

WARHOL: That was a great agency.

JONES: They had trouble booking me, though. I couldn’t do any commercials… I looked a lot freakier than I do now.

WARHOL: Then you went to Europe and you just became very big there.

JONES: I took the same look that I was pounding the streets with. I mean, I’d come on my motorbike.

WARHOL: You lived in Philadelphia—

JONES: For a year.

TALLEY:  And you took the bike from Philly?

JONES: Yeah. A Honda. I went to Paris, and in three months I was on four covers. My timing was jus right. I went there and everyone went, “We found her—Josephine Baker.” They went wild. Then I started working with Helmut Newton and Guy Bourdin and Hans Feurer, and I started getting incredible pictures. I was wild there. I went in for this Ellecover. I just went to see them, and I got hot. I said, “Do you mind if I take off my stockings?” because I hated stockings. I don’t even know why I had them on. They said no, and I guess they thought that I was going to the ladies’ room to do it, and I did it right there in front of all the good actresses. They gave me the cover right away. You do that here and they’d say, “This girl, never send her to our office again.”

TALLEY: Do you ever want to design clothes? You could make a lot of money with a Grace Jones collection.

JONES: I think I would let my sister do it. My sister lives in Colorado and she designs. She has a store. She has wonderful taste, like mine. I would let her do it and let it come through her. That way you keep it in the family.

TALLEY: You’re going to bring out a lipstick, aren’t you?

JONES: Well, I’m working on that.

TALLEY: You’ve been working on that lipstick for a long time. The Grace Jones lipstick.

JONES: I was going to do it by myself… then do it with a company that can take more of the responsibility. I don’t want to put my own money into it.

TALLEY: Weren’t you going to so a sunglasses collection?

JONES: That also is going to be a whole line. I’m gathering a lot of stuff so that when I do it, it will be a whole line, like 15 items.

TALLEY: Wigs, scarves, sunglasses—

JONES: Accessories.

TALLEY: And your calendars.

JONES: I thought I’d do a couple calendars with some of Richard Bernstein’s stuff if we can gather it up in the next few years, and some of Antonio’s drawings. A really nice calendar.

TALLEY: Do you see yourself as a role model for black women?

JONES: No, I don’t think in color.

TALLEY:  Do you see yourself as a role model?

JONES: They think of me as a role model, but I don’t. When I’m doing something like Conan, for example, just before I did it I had questions like, “Do you think this is a role that people are going to be proud of you for?” This is something like my mother or father would ask me. Do you know what I mean? Don’t put that responsibility on my head. I said, “My body will look gorgeous.” I just have to say, “Hey, I’m going to have to worry about politics now at this point? Forget it.” I see myself as no color. I can play the role of a man. I can paint my face white if I want to and play the role of white. I can play a green, I can be a purple. I think I have that kind of frame and that kind of attitude where I can play an animal. If you think in color, then everyone around you is going to think in color and that puts limits on the way you think. I don’t think like that. A lot of the roles that I’m doing are roles that a man or a person of any color can do.

TALLEY: Have you ever come up against prejudice in your career?

JONES: No.

TALLEY: You never had to curse someone out for making rude remarks?

JONES: I curse people out, but not for remarks, not racial remarks. Maybe they’re too scared of me.

TALLEY: Do you know what Karl Lagerfeld said once? There was a period when he had gone off you for a while, this was before you went to by his big fan hats. LouLou and I were saying, “Grace is so fabulous,” and he said, “Grace Jones, she looks so fierce I could have her as a guard dog in my castle!”

JONES: [laughter]

WARHOL: But you’re always nice, Grace.

JONES: Aren’t I? I can just sit there, though, and people get really scared just to come up and say “Hi.” They think I’m some kind of witch or something.

TALLEY: Where do you get the stamina to go through all of the style thing? When we were in Paris, you made us stay with you for 10 hours at Azzedine Alaïa’s for personal fittings, but Alaïa loved it.

JONES: Three days in a row. You have to do it.

TALLEY:  You always loved clothes. You used to make Givenchy couture dresses to wear to high school from Givenchy patterns you got at Woolworth’s.

JONES: Yeah. I don’t cook, but I can sew.

TALLEY:  When you didn’t have much money in Paris, you used to have the best outfits. Like dresses that looked as though they were made from chenille bedspreads and a nice pair of gold sandals. Remember when you used to dance around with LouLou?

JONES: Underneath the table.

TALLEY:  On the table and falling down.

JONES: Those crazy parties at Kenzo’s. Oh, my God. I don’t know what happened, I was supposed to do his show and something happened… Oh yes. This girl insulted me in Paris. I remember it was a racial thing, too. She was working for Kenzo, and he had booked me for the show and she just thought, “No way.” I know it wasn’t Kenzo’s fault, but I got so mad that night. We had this ceremonial dance on the floor and I whipped him, I beat him.

TALLEY: Well, you’re good at that.

JONES: I whipped him.

TALLEY: Did you really?

JONES: Yes. Whipped him, stripped him naked in front of the whole party. Everybody was there.

TALLEY: But you and LouLou and Kenzo used to have some wild moments at the Club Sept under the tables and stools, my dear.

JONES: LouLou only comes out when I go to Paris.

TALLEY: She’s fantastic. She’s one of the true originals.

JONES: They wait for me to come once a year to drag them out of their holes.

WARHOL: I met you through LouLou the first time—we were in an elevator at a party.

JONES: Oh wow, God, you remember that.

TALLEY: Well, LouLou is a great person for putting people together under some sort of weird circumstance.

JONES: She has a beautiful soul. I love her. She’s one of the first women I could really love.

TALLEY: Me, too. She’s fabulous. How do you keep your body so beautiful?

JONES: I pump iron with Hans.

TALLEY: Every day?

JONES: Yes.

WARHOL: You don’t have varicose veins.

JONES: I never do that much.

WARHOL: Where do you workout?

JONES: Madison Avenue Muscle. Great name, isn’t it? It’s beautiful, all new black gorgeous machines. I cant wait just to lay there and do a leg curl on it. You just want to stay in there and go from one machine to the other. It’s really like making love to them.

TALLEY: When you go to your father’s church don’t they just go crazy?

JONES: I sign autographs. Every church I go to all the kids come around with their paper.

TALLEY: With your fur coats and your limousines and all the glamorous trappings, don’t they just go mad when they see you coming?

JONES: Oh yes. It’s like a dream.

TALLEY: Deep down you are also very much a home person. You’re very close to your mother, and you’re a wonderful mother to Paulo. What is it like being a mother?

JONES: I had him in half an hour—I didn’t suffer, so it’s great. If I’d suffered longer than that I don’t think I would have appreciated it as much. He’s wonderful.

TALLEY: How old is he?

JONES: Four.

TALLEY: Does your son give you a balance after all the hard work on the road and films?

JONES: No, he’s so wild. It’s nice to have moments when I can cuddle up with him and lie down with him and fall asleep with him. He’s so passionate. He kisses me the way they do on The Guiding Light. I say, “Where did you learn to kiss like that?” and he says, “As The World Turns and The Guiding Light.” And I figure my mother must be watching a lot of soap operas when he’s with her. His eyes become like bedroomy and he hugs me and sticks his tongue in a little bit. I say, “Paulo, what are you doing?” and he says, “That’s how they kiss on television.”

TALLEY:  Would you ever want to have your own television program like those half-hour sitcoms?

JONES: We were just approached to go The A-Team. I said, “What is this, Mr. and Mrs. T?” Give me a break. No way!

TALLEY: Darling, you have to do Dallas.

JONES: On Dallas their lighting is awful. I wouldn’t do it, never. If you can go in there, and if they can let you light—

TALLEY: Light yourself?

JONES: Not just yourself, but the whole scene. I mean, I come from that world and I can’t see myself thrown into these day-bright hot lights every day. I don’t see myself doing television until they improve their quality of lighting.

TALLEY: What is the most incredible memory you have onstage live?

JONES: Being handcuffed.

TALLEY: That night at the Savoy?

JONES: Yes. That and the Palace. And also a live performance in San Remo was incredible. I tore up the whole set. I took all the flowers and threw them to the audience. The audience went crazy. The next day the director came on his knees with a bucket of flowers for me and said, “God, please, here are some flowers you can throw. You can destroy the whole state.” That was pretty wild.

TALLEY: Do you think you have matured from five years ago with all this work? You said you’re much nicer.

JONES: I don’t know what “mature” means. I still keep my mind open. It’s not stagnant. I’m still very childlike, and I keep a certain naivety as far as being able to receive information. Once you think you’re mature and you know everything, then you don’t put up the antenna, it’s no longer out there receiving for you…

TALLEY:  Do you think that shock value is very important?

JONES: I think you’ve got to come in and bang them over the head. I don’t spend all that time putting on my makeup and big dragonish clothes from Japan to get on television. You have to create a lot of energy in one second. Otherwise it’s a waste of time.

TALLEY: I know you like to travel, and you’ve had some strange experiences.

JONES: I’ve been to Africa. I used to vacation in Tunisia a lot. And Abidjan (Côte D’Ivoire), I worked there for a long time. That was my nightmare experience.

TALLEY: Did you ever eat ants for lunch?

JONES: No, worse than that, they put me in jail. They said my papers weren’t in order and they wanted a payoff. We came in really late with this Italian photographer. It was the first time I turned down a job with Saint Laurent, and he never hired me again until the show you talked about before. I turned it down to go on this gig in Africa, and then I get there and this little creep tells me my papers aren’t in order. They isolated me and put all my clothes back on the plane. I thought I’d take enough Valium so I could pass out in the airport and they wouldn’t send me back on the plane. So that’s what I did. By the time the police came to get me the plane was leaving. I just lay on the floor. They lifted me up like a sack of potatoes and put me right on the floor of the entrance to the plane. The stewardesses came over and they were blabbering away in their African French. The stewardesses decided they couldn’t take me in that condition, so they had to lift me up again. They threw me in this jail for undesirables. I was there one night and some guy tried to rape me in the middle of the night.

TALLEY: And what did you do?

JONES: I spat up all over myself is what I did. I went into convulsions. Finally I woke up crying. Good trick, crying. You cry and you get anything you want. Finally, it all came out who I was and they were asking me to marry them in the end. I went through a whole night of hell. They wanted some money. They were a little jealous. The next day the bosses changed and the new boss was nice. He snuck me out to the airfield.

WARHOL: How long ago was this?

JONES: That was in 1972. Yves got really pissed, saying, “Who does she think she is, cancelling on Yves Saint Laurent,” but I said, “I’ll never get another opportunity to go to Africa.” I swear I should have never gone to Africa. I should have stayed right in my house in Paris.

TALLEY: Grace, what qualities do you seek in a man?

JONES: I like sensitive men. They have to be able to understand themselves.

TALLEY: Real men also show weakness, they can cry.

JONES: Crying is not a weakness. It’s something that should be able to work for you. It should also be a strength. I think if you can cry when you feel like crying it’s a strength. If you feel like crying and you can’t cry, that’s a weakness. That means you’re holding all that stuff inside. It’s a physical thing. You make yourself sick if you can’t have that release. I think its great if a man can cry. I cry all the time when I sing “La Vie en Rose.” I always cry. Paris and all of that, all my French lovers.

TALLEY: Don’t you think that Paris is the greatest place to begin a career?

JONES: It’s wonderful.

TALLEY: There’s no sky like the Paris sky.

JONES: It has all the romance. Everywhere you look it’s a picture. It’s so inspiring. You put a lot more effort into what you’re doing. It’s definitely an incredible culture there for stimulation of one’s art.

WARHOL: How do you fight off all the groupies?

JONES: They follow me all over the place. They follow me on tours. I don’t know where they get the money. They’ll be at every town, the same people throughout the whole tour. This one clone from Jamaica was following me everywhere and so I told him to wait and I’d invite him in for a drink. But then he wanted to feed me. Finally, I had the club guy come in and say we had some business to do. Otherwise it’s like I adopted a son. They write, call, send paintings. It’s amazing how many paintings are done. There was a student that does architecture that wanted me to come to his graduation. He was doing his thesis on me.

THIS ARTICLE INITIALLY APPEARED IN THE OCTOBER 1984 ISSUE OF INTERVIEW.

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You Had Your Chance To Help Years Ago And You Blew It

Chapter Five: Who Did It?

Summary: The rest of the league finds out about the situation in Paris and are worried about how to handle the situation without pissing off the Paris Heroes.

Author's Note: Back again.

“You mean to tell me, we ignored the holders of the miraculous for fucking four years because one member of ours decided that they should not get the rest of the league involved with cries for help because it looked like a prank” yelled Wonder Women causing some of the members to cover their ears at the volume, “That is correct” replied Batman not even flinching as he looked over the document that the French government had sent the league.

“Who was it anyway?” question Barry, “We don’t know” answered Superman, “Actually, I know,” said Hal raising his hand weakly, “Hal you didn’t-” he cut off Green Arrow quickly, “No I didn’t do it, Guy did” Hal continued glaring at Oliver for thinking it was him, “Where is he?” growled Wonder Women, “Currently on a mission so you can kill him after that’s done” answered Hal.

“Hal is right, you can kill Guy later, for now, we have to plan on how to handle the situation in Paris” stated Superman, “We have been given rules to follow by the heroes of Paris which are being backed by the French government so we can’t go to Paris and walk all over the Heroes”, “Who are the Heroes?” asked Aquaman, Batman typed on his computer and holograms of Paris Heroes showed up in the middle of the meeting table.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir are the leaders of the heroes in Paris,” Superman said, “but there are others who arrived on the scene about a year ago as the temporary heroes that originally helped Ladybug and Chat Noir were compromised”.

“There is Reynard who seemed to have taken Rena Rouge’s role” spoked Batman as the hologram of the fox hero got bigger, the hero was a dark skin boy who was dressed in an orange and white suit that had a foxtail attached which wrapped around his waist. An orange hoodie which had fox ears on top. He had white hair, wore bronze goggles and his weapon seemed to be a flute.

“Medusa who has taken the role from Viperion”, it was a girl who had green hair that was plaited multiple times and pulled back in a high ponytail. She had a dark green and yellow suit which looked to be made of scales smiler to her dynamo mask. The girl also had yellow snake eyes and her weapon seemed to be a lyre.

“Vouivre who has taken the role from Ryuko”, this hero was another male who looked older than the other heroes, he had jet black hair which contrasted with the red and gold horns he had. He wore a red and black suit that was padded and had a paten of gold dragon-like tails that wrapped around his right arm and left leg. He had a red and black mask along with gold eyes and his weapon was an actual weapon this time, a red and black sword that had gray, green and blue symbols at the base.

“And finally Guêpe who took the role from Queen Bee”, it was a girl who had short black hair which matched her yellow and black suit, she had clear wings on her back and had a weapon wrapped around her waist similar to Ladybug but looked like a stinger rather than a yo-yo.

“These are heroes that we know of at the moment but there have been rumours of two other heroes although has not been confirmed yet by Ladybug or Chat Noir” finished Batman sitting back down letting the other league members process the information. “These are all teenagers and they’re what defending Paris on their own” exclaimed Barry, “They have been for Four years and Paris has not fallen” retorted Wonder Women, “Yes but still-” Barry was cut off by Superman standing up, “They may be teenagers but we ignored them for years so right now we have to cooperate with them if we want Paris’s forgiveness”.

“From what we know they still plan to be heroes after the defeat of Hawkmoth meaning we need that forgiveness as their abilities are something that could help the league on multiple missions” continued Batman, “I believe that I could help them train since I know for a fact that my mother would want to meet the new Ladybug,” said Wonder Women, “that’s if they want our training” muttered Hal causing Wonder Women to glare at him.

“Ladybug has agreed to meet us along with one of her teammates, in two days so we can ask her then” stated Batman, “For now, all of you need to research these heroes and the Akumas fights along with memorising the rules that the French government has given us”, and with that Batman disappeared into the shadows leaving the League to talk among themselves.

Author's Note: Someone has questions about Ladybug and Chat Noir's Powers and why Chat Noir seems to have less so here is the answer. I'm just going off the powers that the show have given us, the extra powers I mention are upgrades such as Aqua Tikki and healing (something that Master Fu taught them). I agree their power levels are unbalanced but I'm just going off the information from the show.

Thank you for the questions and I'm glad that you all like this story.

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This is FoxTail's headcanon voice! :3

Note: this is FoxTail The Yellow fox and he is one of Luna's gang members.

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Another Plant Nick fic

The premise of the story is that Nick is a plant, and that idea is from @feverwildehopps and also inspired by the story Foxtails by @theblueberrycarrots. I hope this party is open to join lol cause I couldn’t help myself from joining. story below the keep reading line

The morning sun was rising over Zootopia poking through the blinds in Judy's apartment spilling warm yellow light into the small space. Nick woke with a yawn as he stretched his stem wiggling slightly in his pot before the chilly soil gave him a shudder. “Psst Carrots.” Nick called out to the still sleeping figure on the bed. After a moment too long Nick looked at the table where the sun shined down on, it wasn't too too far from where his pot was. With a bit of effort Nick hopped his pot towards the sun.

Judy woke up to Nick calling for her attention with much more vigor than normal. “Someone must have slept good.” She commented as she rolled over to face him when she saw him by the window when she never leaves him there overnight. “Nick how'd you get by the window?” she blinked the sleep from her eyes as she sat up quickly.

“Oh it was nothing really, just a little-” and he sprung up jumping the pot to the side. “Tada.” He wiggled his leaves in emphasis of his triumph over gravity.

Amethyst eyes started at him perplexed, “h-have you always been able to do that?” She opened the blinds to let more sunlight wash over her friend.

“You're looking bigger too Nick.” Proving her point she fished around for a ruler and held it against the back of his stem.

“Well?”

“Wow, you're about an inch taller than the last time, your stem has gotten wider too.” She commented on his foana body with a gentle squeeze to make sure his stock was still healthy.

Nick squirmed under the slight tickle her probing brought on. “Hey now, buy me a drink first Carrots.” he smirked confidently as she chuckled at his joke.

“Well if it's a drink you want,” she picked up a bottle next to her and tipped some water on to his head getting strong protests in return.

Making sputtering sounds and trying to wipe the water from his face with his leaves he glared at her. “I should report you to the plant police or something.” He shook his head spraying water around him while she poured a bit more into his soil.

They stayed silent together for a while, Nick enjoying the warmth of the sun and Judy enjoying his pleased look, it was times like this that always made her wonder ‘what is he?’ but she had a feeling neither of them would ever really know. “You know, we might want to get you a new pot, I think you might outgrow this little one soon.”

“Really? Can I come? I've always wanted to see a plant store.”

Judy lost her train of thought from his comment. “...do you know what a plant store is?”

“Um… a store for plants?” The confused look plastered on his face matched the look that was stuck on hers.

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“Okay but why do I have to wear this rag?” He groaned for the nth time as the walked to Judy's favorite floral shop.

“Because Nick, I don't think other mammals will for you as cute as I do.” She whispered in a hushed tone hoping nobody hears and thinks she's crazy.

The fox plant smirked with a huff, “cute? I think you're looking for handsome.” He didn't have to be able to see the bunnies face to know her lips were curled up into a smile from his remark.

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The strange duo had made it to the shop and had picked out a new flower pot for the growing plant, much to his anguish the pot was still pink. “While we're here did you want to try some special soil or fertilizer? I would love to know what you really think of them sense you could tell me first hand.”

“Leaf, it's first leaf.” Nick gave a loud laugh finding it incredibly funny and he bent over laughing, a strangely mammal thing for a plant.

Distracted by her little friend's antics while hiding under the fabric she didn't notice the mammal behind her and bumped right into them. Quickly turning around she came face to face with an arctic fox with her own supplies of plant accessories. “I am so sorry! I-i wasn't looking where I was going.”

“Oh no no, it's okay really.” The predator smiled warmly, “what sort of flower do you got there? Is it a shade plant?” She asked quizzically pointing to the cloth covered plant in the bunnies paws.

This was the first time in a long while since joining the police first that Judy felt real panic. And this wasn't a situation where she could just fight her was through and be okay. “Yes! He's a shade plant! That's why I have to keep him covered.” Her sentences were rushed and cut short as she fumbled her words.

“Can you show me? I just love shade plants.” The white fox took a step closer getting into Judy's own space.

“No, no I'm sorry. I-i have to go.” Judy rushed to the counter giving the clerk money for the flower pot and not even waiting for her change.

Nick being his normal self saw nothing wrong with his situation as Judy rushed out the door “hey what gives Carrots? Why are you freaking out?”

It wasn't until she felt they had gotten far enough away that the officer responded. “Nick I think that she heard you.” Judy was looking over her shoulder as she fast walked through the city. “We just need to get home and it will be okay.”

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Even in the comfort of her apartment Judy still couldn't shake this feeling of being watched, and nothing ever set her on edge as much as this feeling right now. “Carrots, I'm telling you, you're being paranoid. She's just some mammal at a plant store.” Nick was currently hopping around the floor in his new pot, and the only reason he was on the floor was because when she left thing on the table he tried peaking through the blinds despite her warning.

“I know, I know. Just, just behave for a while okay?” she picked him up and brought the plant onto the table to be eye level with him.

Looking into her deep amethyst eyes Nick understood that she was serious about this and it wasn't something she wanted him playing around with, “alright Judy, I'll be careful.”

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Nick was enjoying the pleasant warmth of the summer sun waiting for Judy to come home he had given in to the lull of sleep slowly swaying on the table top. He was stirred from sleep feeling a finger gentle scratching behind his ears, “mmm that's the spot Carrots, right there.” He purred as he leaned into her touch.

“Carrots? That's a cute nickname for a bunny.” an unfamiliar voice jarred the fox plant out of his peaceful world. Nick turned sharply to meet the intense a gaze of a blue eyed arctic fox. “Aren't you something interesting?” She had a smile while innocent in nature did not help to calm Nick's now erratic mind.

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Herbs and Their Witchy Names

original graphic by: LorelainW

One of the things you might notice when working with spells is they call for some different ingredients. For example, eye of newt, wool of bat, toe of frog. To some who happen across these spells it can help lend to some of the fear surrounding witches because some of the ingredients may seem a bit bizarre. However, you will often find that seldom will those ingredients be literal. For example, if you see eye of newt in a spell, you are not going go out and get an actual eye from a newt. It actually refers to mustard seed.

The reason we have these names, stems from ancient times when it was not safe to keep spells about. So to protect the craft these names would be used instead. Some of them are just Old English, and some even date back to ancient China. A lot of times, you will find that the name is based on what the herb resembles. You will also find that many witches still use these names to this day. The more you work with magick and spell work the more familiar with these names you will become. I wanted to provide you with a basic list that you can use to work with as you are becoming familiar with working with them. As you find more you can add more to it.

A Bone of an Ibis: Buckthorn A Titan’s Blood: Wild Lettuce A Lion’s Hairs: Tongue of a Turnip (the leaves of the taproot) A Man’s Bile: Turnip Sap A Pig’s Tail: Leopard’s Bane A Hawk’s Heart: Heart of Wormwood Aaron’s Rod: Goldenrod, Mullein Absinthe: Wormwood Achillea: yarrow Adders Tongue: Dogstooth Violet African Ginger: Ginger Aftator Pear: Avocado All Heal: Mistletoe, Valerian American Dittany: Basil Aneton: Dill An Eagle: Wild Garlic Aquifolius – Holly Archangel – Angelica Armstrong – Knotweed Arrowroot – Yarrow Assear: Comfrey Ass’s Foot or Bull’s Foot: Coltsfoot Ava – Kava Kava Bad Man’s Plaything: Yarrow Bairnwort – Daisy Bat’s Wings: Holly Battree – Elder Bear’s Foot: Lady’s Mantle Bee Balm – Lemon Balm Beer Flower – Hops Beggar’s Buttons – Burdock Beggarweed – Dodder Bereza – Birch Bindweed – Morning Glory Bird’s Eye – Pansy, Germander Bird’s Foot – Feunugreek Bird’s Nest – Carrot Biscuits – Tomentil Bitter Greass – Ague Root Bitter Root – Gentian Black Cherry – Belladonna Black Maidenhair: Black Spleenwort Black Sampson: Echinacea Black Wort – Comfrey Blessed Herb – Avens, Pimpernel Blind Buff – Poppy Blood: Elder sap or another tree sap Blood of Hephaistos: Wormwood Blood from a Head – Lupine Blue Buttons – Periwinkle Blue Eyes – Potato Blood of Ares: Purslane Blood of a Goose: Mulberry Tree’s Milk Bloodwort: Yarrow Blood of Hestia: Chamomile Blood of an Eye: Tamarisk Gall Blood from a Shoulder: Bear’s Breach Bottle Brush: Horse Tail Brain Thief: Mandrake Bread and Cheese Tree – Hawthorne Bride of the Meadow – Meadowsweet Bride of the Sun: Marigold Braisewort – Comfrey, Daisy Bull’s Blood or Seed of Horus: Horehound Burning Bush: White Dittany Calendula: Marigold Calf’s Snout: Snapdragon Cankerwort: Dandelion, Ragwort Candlemas Maiden: Snowdrop Candlewick Plant: Mullein Cape Gum: Acacia Capon’s Tail: Valerian Carpenter’s Weed: Yarrow Catmint: Catnip Cat’s Foot: Canada Snake Root and/or Ground Ivy Cat’s Wort: Catnip Cheeses: Marsh Mallow Cherry Pie: Heliotrope Chewing John: Glangal China Root: Galangal Chinese Parsley: Coriander Chocolate: Carob Chocolate Flower: Wild Geranium Christ’s Eye: Vervain Sage Christ’s Ladder: Centaury Christ’s Thorn: Holly Church Steeple: Agrimony Clear-eye: Clary Sage Click: Goosegrass Clot: Great Mullein Clove Root: Avens Corpse Plant: Indian Pipe Couch Grass: Witch’s Grass Cowgrass: Knotweed Crowdy Kit: Figwort Crow Corn: Ague Root Crow’s Foot: Cranesbill Crown for a King: Wormwood Crown of Thorns: Euphorbia Cuckoo’s Bread: Common Planatin Cuddy’s Lungs: Great Mullein Cucumber Tree: Magnolia Cupids Car: Wolf’s Bane Daphne: Bay Laurel Death Angel: Agaric Death Flower: Yarrow Death’s Herb: Belladonna Delight of the Eye: Rowan Devil’ Apple – Datura Devil’s Cherries: Belladonna Devils Dung: Asafoetida Devil’s’ Eye: Henbane, Periwinkle Devil’s Flower: Bachelor’s Buttons Devil’s Plaything: Yarrow Dew of the Sea: Rosemary Dog’s Mouth: Snap Dragon Dollar: Meadowsweet Dove’s Foot: Wild Geranium Dragon’s Blood: Calamus Dragon Wort: Bistort Dumbledore’s Delight: Wolf’s Bane Earth Smoke: Fumitory Elf Leaf: Lavender, Rosemary Elf’s Wort: Elecampane Enchanter’s Plant: Vervain English Cowslip: Primrose Englishman’s Foot: Common Plantain Erba Santa Maria: Spearmint Everlasting Friendship: Goosegrass Eye Balm: Goldenseal Eye of Christ: Germander Speedwell Eye of the Day: Common Daisy Eye of Newt: Mustard Seed Eye of the Star: Horehound Eye Root: Goldenseal Eyes: Aster, Daisy, Eyebright Fairies Horses: Ragwort Fair Lady: Belladonna Fairy Bells: Sorrell, Wood Fairy Cup: Cow Slip Fairy Fingers: Foxglove Fairy Smoke: Indian Pipe Fairy Petticoats: Foxglove Fairy Weed: Foxglove False Wintergreen: Pipsissewa Fat from a Head: Spurge Felon Herb: Mugwort Field Hops: Yarrow Five Fingers: Cinquefoil Flute Plant: Meadow Rue Folk’s Gloves: Foxglove Fox Bells: Foxglove Foxtail: Club Moss French Wheat: Buckwheat Frog’s Foot: Bulbous Buttercup From the Belly: Earth-apple From the Foot: Houseleek From the Loins: Chamomile Frozen Roses: Wood Rose Fruit of the Gods: Apple Fruit of the Underworld: Apple Gagroot: Lobelia Gallowsgrass: Hemp Garden Heliotrope: Valerian Ghost Flower: Datura Gillies: Carnation Gin Plant: Juniper Giver of Life: Corn Goat’s Foot: Ash Weed Goat’s Leaf: Honeysuckle Goat’s Weed: St John’s Wort God’s Hair: Hart’s Tongue Fern Golden Bough: Mistletoe Golden Star: Avens Goldes: Marigold Gosling Wing: Goosegrass Graveyard Dust: Mullein Graveeyard Flowers: Plumeria Ground Apple: Chamomile Ground Raspberry: Golden Seal Great Ox-eye: Ox-eye Daisy Hairs of a Hamadryas Baboon: Dill Seed Hair of Venus: Maidenhair Fern Hag’s Taper: Great Mullein Hagthorn: Hawthorn Happy Major: Burdock Harebell: Bluebell Hare’s Beard: Great Mullein Headache: Poppy Healing Herb: Comfrey Helmet Flower: Scullcap Herb of Enchantment: Vervain Herb of Grace: Rue, Vervain Hind’s Tongue: Hart’s Tongue Fern Holy Herb: Yerba Santa Holy Rope: Hemp Agrimony Honey Stalks: Clove Hook and Arn: Yerba Santa Horse Tongue: Hart’s Tongue Fern Horse Hoof: Coltsfoot Horse Violet: Pansy Hundred Eyes: Periwinkle Hundred Leaved Grass Indian Dye: Golden Seal Indian God Tree: Banyon Indian Paint: Golden Seal Indian Root: Trillium Indian Sage – Bonesset Indian Tobacco – Lobelia Innocense: Bluets Jacob’s Ladder – Lily of the Valley Jacob’s Staff: Great Mullein Jaundice R Joy of the Mountain: Marjoram Joy on the Ground: Periwinkle Jupiter’s Staff: Great Mullein Juno’s Tears – Vervain King’s Crown: Black Haw Knight’s Milfoil: Yarrow Klamath Weed – St Johns Wort Knight’s Milfoil – Yarrow Knitback – Comfrey Kronos’ Blood: sap of Cedar Ladder to Heaven – Lily of the Valley Lady’s Glove: Foxglove Lady’s Meat: Hawthorn Lad’s Love: Southernwood Lamb’s Ears: Betony Lamb Mint: Spearmint Lion’s Herb: Columbine Lion’s Mouth: Foxglove Lion’s Tooth: Dandelion Little Dragon: Tarragon Love Fruit: Orange Love Herbs: Lovage Love Idol: Pansy Love in Idleness: Pansy Love Leaves: Burdock Love Lies Bleeding: Amaranth/Anemone Love Man: Goosegrass Love Parsley: Lovage Love Root: Orris Root Mackeral Mint: Spearmint Maiden’s Ruin: Southernwood Man’s Health: Ginseng Master of the Woods: Woodruff May: Black Haw May Lily: Lily of the Valley May Rose: Black Haw Mayflower: Hawthorne Maypops: Passion Flower Military Herb: Yarrow Miracle Herb: Comfrey Mistress of the Night: Tuberose Mosquito Plant: Pennyroyal Mutton Chops: Goosegrass Naughty Man’s Cherries: Belladonna Nine Hooks: Lady’s Mantle Nine Joints: Knotweed Nose Bleed: Yarrow Obeah Wood: Ebony Old-Maid’s-Nightcap: Wild Geranium Old Man’s Flannel: Great Mullein Old Man Fennel: Mullein Old Man’s Pepper: Yarrow Old Uncle Henry: Mugwort Old Woman: Wormwood Oliver: Olive Organ Tea: Pennyroyal Paddock Pipes: Horsetail Password: Primrose Pearl Moss: Irish Moss Peter’s Staff: Great Mullein Priest’s Crown: Dandelion leaves Poor Man’s Treacle: Garlic Pucha-Pat: Patchouli Queen of the Night: Vanilla Cactus Queen of the Meadow: Meadowsweet Queen of the Meadow Root: Gravelroot Queen’s Root: Stillengia Quick: Hawthorn Quickbane: Rowan Quick Grass: Witch Grass Rabbits: Toadflax Ram’s Head: American Valerian Red Cockscomb: Amaranth Ring-o-bells: Bluebells Robin-run-in-the-grass: Goosegrass Run by the ground: Pennyroyal Sacred Bark: Cascara Sagrada Sacred Herb: Yerba Santa Sacred Mother: Corn Sacred Mushroom: Agaric Sailor’s Tobacco: Mugwort Scaldhead: Blackberry See Bright: Clary Sage Seed of Horus: Horehound Semen of Ammon: Houseleek Semen of Ares: Clover Semen of Helios: White Hellebore Semen of Herakles: Mustard-rocket Semen of Hermes: Dill Semen of Hephaistos: Fleabane Seven Year’s Love: Yarrow Shameface: Wild Geranium Shepherd’s Heart: Shepherd’s Purse Silver Bells: Black Haw Silver Dollar: Honesty Snake’s Grass: Yarrow Soapwort: Comfrey or Daisy Soldier’s Tea: Horehound Sorcerer’s Berry: Belladonna Sorcerer’s Herb: Datura Sorcerer’s Violet: Periwinkle Sparrow’s Tongue: Knotweed St. John’s Herb: Hemp Agrimony St. John’s Plant: Mugwort Star Flower: Borage Star of the Earth: Avens Starweed: Chickweed Storm Hat: Wolf’s Bane Summer’s Bride: Marigold Sweethearts: Goosegrass Swine’s Snout: Dandelion Leaves Tanner’s Bark: Toadflax Tarragon: Mugwort Tartar Root: Ginseng Tears of a Hamadryas Baboon: Dill Juice Thousand Weed: Yarrow Thunder Plant: House Leek Tongue of Dog: Houndstongue Torches: Great Mullein Unicorn Root: Ague Root Wax Dolls: Fumitory Weazel Snout: Yellow Archangel White: Ox-eye Daisy White Man’s Foot: Common Plantain White Wood: White Cinnamon Witch’s Asprin: White Willow Bark Witch’s Brier: Brier Hips Weasel Snout: Yellow Archangel Wolf Claw: Club Moss Wolf Foot: Bugle Weed Wolf’s Milk: Euphorbia

Have a magickal day!

Much Love and Many Blessings,

Jasmeine Moonsong

http://jasmeinemoonsong.com/herbs-and-their-witchy-names-3/

[artaacari]

25. Gift Giving

- You first!

- No, you are the first!

- Or maybe it's you? I am very worried…

- But I don't know what to think at all! Come on at the same time!

- But this...

- We will see each other's emotions - and it will be easier to accept them.

- And if suddenly...

- Are you ready, Nino? Because I count. Three!

- Alya!

- Two!

- I wanted to say that...

- One!

And despite the infinite number of circumstances that prevented it from being done without too much fuss, the couple still showed each other gifts.

Nino closed one eye, looked curiously out of the other eye, because he no longer had enough imagination to guess what he would be given this time. Alya looked more confident, but her hands were slightly shaking, and her eyebrows rose in surprise when she saw the logo on the box Nino was holding.

- Is it there...

- But I didn't guess! - assured Nino triumphantly, without waiting for her guess. - No one has this yet, but I asked Adrien, and he asked Natalie, and she pressed Monsieur Agrest to the wall - it turns out, it is also possible...

- It seems that everyone knew about my gift, except me - Alya smiled awkwardly.

- Oh, it's not what you thought! - Nino was confused.

- But it's even cool! - reassured the girl. - Better see what's in the envelope.

- Exactly, an envelope! Isn't that what I thought?

- This is what you always think about, - solemnly proclaimed Alya.

Nino's face froze in surprise as he tried to remember what he was thinking so much about. Meanwhile, Alya opened the box with the "G" logo and exclaimed in shock:

- Nino! It costs a lot of money!

- That's why I think that there is money here. So you already reimbursed me for all the expenses, Nino joked, but quickly realized that he was being taken too seriously. - Alya, everything is fine! I got such a discount that Natalie probably convinced Gabriel to just give it to her...

- Gabriel does not have Rena Rouge's collection, - Alya protested, taking out the chain.

It was a pendant resembling a Fox Miraculous. A little different, of course, but few people held it in their hands. Several semi-precious stones ranging from ocher to pale yellow were arranged in a foxtail that Volpina could not even imagine.

- There is still a small technological improvement, - Nino winked. - But you will find out yourself!

- As soon as you open the envelope, - Alya squinted.

He gently squeezed it with his fingers, checking what was there? The version about the money was pure fiction, because his girlfriend could not have done something so banal.

- So, there is something small, but incredibly valuable. And, knowing your character, we can assume that... Alya! Where did you get it?!

He just had a shocked look, and in his hands - tickets with a bright design.

- We will go to a rave! Alya simply smiled.

And after a moment, the lovers happily embraced, planning a trip that would surely become an exciting adventure for them.

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( 1/2 ) Conveniently dangling Foxtail Agave main stem, Sept. 2022

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