#apprentice kat

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Apprentice Kat in her masquerade outfit.

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OTP: Kycina/K'Sheek, the ship of canon mothers with fascinating motivations and hinted-at backstories who deserved so much more than the handful of references made to them, or dying due to their unacknowledged trauma.

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Emiliana Perfetti’s father

I can’t decide whether it would be funnier if Carmine Accidenti or Don Paolo could be Emiliana Perfetti’s father… Because of course all the Italian characters have to be related. If someone else wants to offer another headcanon for my faves, I’m all ears.

At one point in the LMJ game, Emiliana notes that her mother ‘used to make tandoori chicken’… which, as this cool post points out, could suggest her mother has Indian descent. Em does say ‘used to’ but this doesn’t necessarily mean that her mother is dead

Yes, there’s the whole *tragic backstory* Emiliana discusses in Episode 40 of the anime— about the poor girl and her mother who lived in an apartment in London, until the mother suddenly disappeared, and the girl had a sad life, being passed from relative to relative… But turns out, much to Kat and Ernests’ chagrin, this was just the plotline to a movie starring Emiliana’s favourite actress. I reckon the only part that matches Emiliana’s life was how she went to university to study psychology.

During Case 8 in the game, Emiliana also mentions her ‘Nona’ (Italian for grandmother). Perhaps this was her father’s Italian mother?

I propose that Don Paolo was Emiliana’s biological father, but for whatever reason, he ditched her mother. (This was the same guy who ran away when he saw Claire kissing Layton.)

Little Emiliana had a happy life with her mother, but she always wondered what happened to her father. Her mother said he was a swindler, a liar, and a criminal and they were better off without him. (They really were!) From a young age, Emiliana decided she wanted to become a criminal analyst, so she could track down her father and bring him to justice. Emiliana fell in love with a film called ‘Lonely Study Girl’, as her life mirrored the protagonist’s in some ways… although, Emiliana was much happier.

Rather than having another PL mother die, we’ll say Emiliana toddled off one day in the Italian town where they lived. There’s a case afoot and she wants to solve it. She wonders if her father might have returned and he might be the perpetrator.

She runs into Carmine Accidenti, who has been summoned to solve the same case. Carmine tries to send her home, but she’s determined to help, and wants to help him solve more mysteries. Emiliana’s mother, knowing how much her daughter wants to become a criminal analyst (yes, of course Em knows what that is), just shrugs and goes, “Sure, we’ll move to England so you can become this guy’s apprentice!”

Like Professor Layton, Carmine inadvertently ends up adopting a random child.

Carmine returns to England with Emiliana in tow and he calls Janice and/or Professor Layton for help. (“Janice, help, I accidentally adopted a child!”) Carmine doesn’t leave his kid at home like Layton during his cases. He takes Emiliana along with him for the ride, much to Janice’s shock.

A few years down the line, Don Paolo gets lonely and he remembers: “Oh right, I have a kid back in Italy!” He returns to the Italian town, only to discover that his ex-girlfriend and his child have moved away. Desperate, he calls upon his ex-rival, now friend(?)— Hershel Layton to help him find his missing family. Layton does a bit digging and realises that— oh, dear— Don Paolo’s daughter is now the apprentice of his former student, Carmine. Emiliana might even see Carmine as her father… 

From past experience, Layton worries that this will enrage Don Paolo. Paul might try to extract his revenge on Carmine for ‘stealing’ his ex-girlfriend and his daughter. He could even end up hurting Emiliana and her mother. Layton immediately drops the case and avoids Don Paolo’s calls on the matter.

Don Paolo is furious with the professor. (“The one time I ask you for a favour, Layton, and you give up?”) He breaks contact with Layton for years and returns to his thieving ways. 

The next time Don Paolo crosses paths with Layton is when he’s kidnapped Luke, who was investigating the Relic Stones. Don Paolo was totally investigating the stones and he didn’t kidnap Luke just because he was jealous and lonely and wanted his own apprentice, whatever gave you what idea? 

Layton goes missing. Don Paolo also disappears. Ten years pass and Kat becomes a private detective. She finds a rival in Emiliana Perfetti, criminal analyst at Scotland Yard. One day, when they’ve become friends, Kat brings up her father’s old rival— criminal mastermind and master of disguise, Don Paolo. Emiliana questions Kat extensively about him and does her research, until she realises… Don Paolo could be her swindling, criminal birth father. 

When Layton returns home, he reveals that Emiliana’s theories are correct and tells her the whole story. He gives Emiliana an old class photo from his student days— he and Don Paolo (Paul) are amongst the students. Em shows her mother the photo of Don Paolo and her mother confirms. Yes, that’s him. 

Emiliana sets out to track Don Paolo down. Layton, Luke, Kat, Ernest and Sherl accompany her. Don Paolo’s just drinking in a bar somewhere and he’s flabbergasted when they all confront him together.

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Hail noble followers!

My friend is writing a novelization of Nadia’s route. Go read it and support him!

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Bro I'm still sick of these tired ass redditors and they weak ass arguments against Cullen. They keep regurgitating these same tired talking points about how he's so racist and weird and it's just UGH.

I was literally talking to one on Reddit the other day, I got downvoted after I disproved their shitty argument.

Apparently, to them, having severe PTSD is not an excuse to be, y'know, TRAUMATIZED, and his distrust and hatred of mages was uncalled for and weird. Ok bro

They say that he killed 3 apprentices, which wasn't even confirmed and was only implied before it was later retconned and confirmed to be a rumor. They use this all the time to say he's a bad person and should be 'held accountable'.

One person even said he was racist towards elves, and everyone up voted them as if it was true, lmfao. No where in the series has he ever been shown to be racist towards elves, and atp they just talking out they ass.

And out of all, my least favorite 'talking point' with these people is when they say he's a pervert/rapist. This point is so tired, just not true, and downright WEIRD. they see that Cullen had a crush on Amell/Surana, and they fucking ran with it.

Somehow, having a crush on someone is now creepy. He was literally 19, and teenagers have wack hormones. (I would know, I am one.) He was respectful the entire time, albeit awkward. When you proposition him, he literally runs away.

They got the 'rapist' thing from some writer who gave their two cents about Cullen's character, and how THEY thought he MIGHT act, even though this person has nothing to do with his actual writing.

And to make it worse, these people have a weird obsession with making him 'pay' for his transgressions, as if he already isnt repentive enough, and tbh, he didn't do anything too wild. He was following orders, and from what we saw in DA2, never did anything outrageous.

Someone even said they thought the Inquisitor should have the option to have Cullen executed, which is total BULLSHIT.

Most of these talking points came from someone I was talking to on Reddit, and they were literally a Blackwall romancer. Blackwall. Thom Rainier. The nigga that actually ordered and partook in the murder of an entire family. Kids included.

Then proceeded to run away and hide from his crimes by pretending to be a Grey Warden. If the Inquisitor steps in, there's a chance he literally never gets what's coming to him, and can be let off the hook. 😐.

I swear, some of these people are actually 🧠 💀. These redditors are literally full of shit.

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(mentions because of the comments y'all sent earlier)

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Vampiric Thirst

(Old note: Throws this at you guys. Haven’t written in a while. I don’t know if that will change, but I couldn’t help but make this after the whole vampire event. Once more I end up disappointed by Obey Me events. I really need to lower my standards like I do for Ark, because as fun as the concepts can be, every event ends up feeling rushed and half-baked. They’re not gonna stop though because suckers like me will pay money for a dopamine hit because I have no meaning in life.

New note: Obviously taking some liberties to make it so that Solomon does actually have vampiric urges rather than just being a horndog because this game is literally mostly horny, but I crave plot and substance and have no interest in horny. Maybe I don’t want to fuck anyone, maybe I want actual stakes and near-death because if there’s no threat of dying, then what’s the point of living? Anyways, have something started last July, haha. It’s short, but I want it out of my WIP pile where it’s been judging me from the goddamn corner. I have a bunch of lore ideas with this given the events status being introduced after Nightbringers release, but I won’t get into it cause I’d need to refresh myself on OM.)

Word count: 3668

TW/CW: Soft, safe, nonsexual G/t vore, fearplay, blood, bloodsucking (I hate any word with suck in it, but it’s in here), prey in a stomach full of blood

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“Because I’m always craving you, Kat. So much so that I honestly could devour you.”

That… hadn’t really been what I had expected when I asked him why he seemed to be acting odd today when he walked into my room at Cocytus Hall to give me something, kind of freezing when some sort of realization went over him.

I couldn’t help the way my heart picked up the pace anxiously, despite having come across multiple situations similar to this one. Seeing Solomon with a similar hunger to Beel that was uncharacteristic of him made my anxiety spike a bit. “Buuut, you’re not. Right,” I asked nervously, unable to NOT notice the way his eyes glowed slightly as I lowered the book I’d been reading. I couldn’t help but keep my desk chair facing him, something instinctive decidedly not wanting to turn my back to him despite having been in far worse situations.

It didn’t seem to matter much as he touched his throat lightly, stepping slightly closer and replying, “I don’t think I could actually stop myself if I wanted if this keeps up… Kat, I know this is a sudden request but… would you mind if I drank some of your blood?”

“Wha- blood?” I blinked a bit in surprise, feeling a slight epiphany as I realized. “Ooh! I thought Vampiritis couldn’t affect you. Or did your hubris come to bite you?”

I intended no pun, but Solomon still let out a snort of amusement, though he also looked a tad sheepish like I had hit the nail on the head. I had told him that he should still be careful with the brothers himself, but he’d mostly brushed me off and said that he needed to keep his ‘precious apprentice’ from either catching Vampiritis or becoming a human-sized CapriSun to the afflicted demon brothers while that whole situation was figured out. But, it seemed like his rather attentive nature to me hadn’t extended to himself and he ended up contracting Vampiritis despite all boisterous assurances that he wouldn’t.

“Unfortunately, it appears that being around the brothers so much has infected me,” the sorcerer sighed, looking a bit dejected at having contracted the disease. His eyes seemed slightly glazed over and unfocused like he wasn’t fully in the conversation.

“Well, Barbatos might still have some of the antidote,” I replied, seeing him perk up slightly at the reminder, eyes refocusing with his normal clarity from the pretty obvious distractions on his mind. I set my book down on my desk and started to get up, adding, “I'm sure Diavolo will be able to-."

I yelped when there was a sudden weight against my shoulder and I was shoved back into my chair, looking up at Solomon with startled eyes. His own glowed slightly as he unintentionally loomed over me, looking caught off guard at his own actions.

“Uuuuh, Solomon?”

“I'm a bit a-... worried that I may not be able to hold back against my current thirst on the way to Diavolo or Barbatos,” Solomon admitted. “I'm afraid that if something isn't done NOW that I'll quite literally see red.”

“Really? Did you really try to make a shitty joke in the current situation,” I asked, but I couldn't make myself add any bite to it. His grip on my shoulder was firm and I could feel it tightening slightly each second, able to feel the shake in his grasp. Feeling overly aware of him with the proximity, I could barely hear the slight pant beneath his breath. I took a steadying breath of my own. “Look, I'll give you a LITTLE bit of blood. Just enough to hopefully ebb the hunger pangs, alright? Then we can go to Diavolo with your mind clearer.”

He jolted slightly at my suggestion, or maybe it was just my voice, and a conflicted expression passed across his face. He opened his mouth to say something but it didn’t come out for a few seconds, straining before saying, “I… Yes. Yes, perhaps that will help abate the hunger.”

I didn’t like how he hesitated as he said it or how his expression looked both extremely guilty and eager. But, despite the anxious feeling settling in my gut, I trusted him. To a point.

“Alright, well, first of all, you gotta back up a bit there, bud,” I planted a hand against his chest and shoved at him. His lips twitched in the barest frown before allowing himself to be pushed back away from me, giving me some much needed breathing room and some relief from being pinned by my shoulder to the chair. Absentmindedly rubbing the back of my neck, I thought aloud, “I kind of don't really trust you with my neck, so we're gonna go with… a wrist, I think, yeah.”

“R-Right.” Solomon looked like he was barely paying attention, hands shaking slightly as he bit his lip, seemingly trying to keep his mind clear enough. I saw a bead of his own blood from it.

I reached down and began to roll my sleeves up nervously, only slightly comforted by the sight of the protective charm on my right wrist. Once my sleeves were rolled I felt a bit awkward as I kind of held both out towards him. “Uhhhh, take your pick, I guess. Just don't bite too deep? I'm not sure if you could break my wrists by biting them, but I'd like to not test that too much.”

“I'll do my best,” Solomon presumably tried to give me a reassuring smile but it came out as more of a grimace. He gave up pretty quickly and carefully grabbed my left wrist like it'd snap at his touch. If Vampiritis gave him the cliche super-strength that movie vampires had, maybe it was for the best.

I was a bit surprised when the sorcerer kneeled to get better access to my wrist, feeling more than a little awkward - I probably should have stood up or figured something else out before offering my blood to him since he wasn't really in the headspace to think clearly - but the awkwardness was tempered by a familiar squeamishness that settled in the pit of my stomach. It was similar to, but wasn't quite as bad as, the nauseous anxiety I felt anytime I had to get my blood drawn or a shot. 

I managed to watch as Solomon raised my wrist slightly to his face, saw him open his mouth to reveal a glimpse of the elongated canines that were a symptom of Vampiritis and felt a bit of his breath against my skin. But I felt myself pale right as he opened his jaws wider and averted my gaze before he bit down, warned by the slight tensing of his hold on my wrist. 

There were two points of pain that suddenly bloomed along my wrist vein as the skin was pierced, making me yelp and stiffen. I managed to mostly resist the urge to pull away as I bit down on my tongue, but my heart skipped a beat as a twitch from my arm told me that he probably wouldn't have budged if I had tried to pull away properly.  

I swallowed thickly, wondering if he could taste adrenaline in my quickened pulse for a moment before the pain in my wrist faded startlingly quickly. It was cold and numb, like novocaine to my system, and I couldn't help but blink in surprise and look back. 

Only to immediately avert my gaze again with a fresh wave of dizziness and queasiness. 

"Okay, nope," I muttered to myself, trying to push aside the image of Solomon latched onto my wrist with a thin stream of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and an almost blissful close-eyed expression out of my head. At least one of us was having fun. 

Thankfully, it wasn't too long before I heard the small gasp and slight panting as he detached from me. It had maybe been several seconds, probably enough for a full mouthful or two with the smaller veins in my wrist compared to my throat, but it had felt awfully long, and I felt the lingering squeamishness that I knew would remain for the rest of the day. 

"I hope that helped clear your head a bit," I pulled my wrist back to myself and gingerly touched a finger to the two beading puncture wounds as I started to turn my head to look at Solomon. My hand had a pins and needles feeling.  "I was a bit worried you'd-." 

My voice immediately became muffled as my mouth was covered by a hand, eyes widening and crying out in surprise when the force of Solomon lunging upward caused the desk chair to fall back. It hit the desk edge first before sliding to the ground, rattling my skull as the chair back hit the ground, making me grunt from the fall and ending up pinned beneath the feral sorcerer. 

"Mmph!" I blinked away my brief daze, looking up at Solomon's face in the shadow of the desk as panic flared across my pacts. His slightly glowing blue eyes were replaced by an intense red and I could see streaks of my own blood from the corners of his mouth. The feral looking expression was something I'd never seen in him before, but I couldn't summon anyone or use a spell with my mouth currently covered. 

There was a sharp tug against my neck as my choker was broken off, jolting me from my frozen shock. I squirmed and bucked beneath the sorcerer, twisting up and elbowing him in the face. The man HISSED at me and I took advantage of his surprise to shove his hand off of my mouth. Kicking at his chest to push him off me and retreat further beneath the desk, I began to recite a summoning spell. 

"Hear me and heed my call," I exclaimed as quick and clear as I could, feeling a pressure behind my eye. Solomon was sat from where I'd pushed him back, hand against his cheekbone where I'd struck him. His expression went from indignant surprise to one of uncharacteristic, raw fury. I saw him tense like a coil before trying to push forward off the ground to lunge towards me again. I quickly raised my leg, shoe planting firmly against his chest as it barely stopped him, knee almost buckling painfully against the force. “In the name of the sorcerer Katherine, I draw upon my pact with the ring of li-GHT!” 

My voice hitched as Solomon grabbed the ankle of the foot against his chest, pulling it to the side and yanking me closer. My heart raced, gritting my teeth as we scuffled in the cramped space beneath the desk. I tried to not fuck up saying the summon, while trying to stop him from stopping ME from saying it, while also trying to get my foot loose and scramble further back again. 

“Come forth, Mam-mphf!” I narrowed my eyes and grunted as Solomon let go of my ankle and managed to wrestle both of my wrists in one hand, covering my mouth again with his other. The pressure that had been building behind my eye fizzled out and disappeared dead in its tracks.  

The sorcerer wasted no time in descending on me, making me gasp in pain as my throat was bitten. I squirmed but could do nothing as restrained as I was, my pained panting lessening as the numbing began to settle in my neck, my hand still tingling from loss of feeling in the wrist. I heard the first swallow as he began to drink greedily and felt a rush of lightheadedness. Lightheadedness that lingered as more blood was stolen and less was able to reach my head properly, making my thrashing lessen alarmingly fast.

I tried to call out Solomon’s name, to try and appeal to him past the feral fervor that had overtaken him. But, of course, it came out as an easily ignored muffled shout that I barely heard over the blood rushing in my own ears and the sound of gulping.

Time slowed painfully as I remained pinned beneath the sorcerer, the lightheadedness and weak feeling in my body increasing every second. My limbs felt more and more like lead until my arms simply hung by my wrists in Solomon’s hold, now struggling to just keep my eyes open and focus on the wooden grain of the desk underside above, trying to not pass out with the fear that if I closed my eyes that I wouldn’t open them again. However, even that became too much effort and my eyelids slid closed.

I felt cold and tired.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed with my eyes closed but I realized that I was being nudged, barely able to focus on the voice, “Sh-Shit, Kat? Kat?!”

“Nnngh,” I groaned at being nudged again, eyelids twitching a few times before I managed to groggily force them open. My sight was blurry and I had to clear it with a couple blinks to look up at Solomon, who gazed down in worried panic with slightly glowing blue eyes rather than the red from before. I just felt an overwhelming wave of relief at seeing that he seemed to have come to. “Oh, thank god..”

I let out a relieved sigh, eyes closing again tiredly, adrenaline either long gone or drained and feeling exhausted relief at seeing Solomon alright. My brow twitched and furrowed as I was shaken, struggling to get out of the dazed stupor I’d almost immediately fallen into without realizing it.

I just wanted to sleep now, man, leave me alone.

“Come on, stay with me,” Solomon said, something brushing against my neck as he murmured some words under his breath. “I can’t have my adorable apprentice dying on me.”

“Mmmn-n-not adorable,” I grumbled weakly, managing to open an eye in an attempt to glare at him. He pulled his hand away from my neck and the glow of a healing spell dissipated in his palm. The healing spell didn’t clear away the blood on his hand and chin, making me wonder how bad I looked if HE looked this disheveled and blood-covered.

“I can’t believe that worked. You’re ridiculous,” the sorcerer laughed, but it was strained. He reached for something nearby and muttered another spell, adding louder, “Just try and stay awake while I try to fix this before the bloodlust becomes unbearable again. If this is how Beel feels all the time, no wonder he goes mad with hunger as often as he does…”

I groaned in acknowledgement, fighting to keep my eye open. I gave up and lifted a lead-heavy arm to drape lethargically over my eyes. “How much blood can I lose before dying?”

“Well, the average person can lose up to a fifth of their blood on average before going into complete shock. However, more than forty percent is almost certainly lethal.”

My lips pursed at the information, quiet for a few seconds before lifting my arm slightly from my eyes to peer at him and  mumbling, “I don’t like that you just know that.”

“You did ask,” Solomon replied lightly in an attempt to lighten the mood. He seemed satisfied with whatever he cast and started reaching for my neck again. His expression fell when I involuntarily flinched slightly away from his hands. 

“I-... s-sorry…”

“No. No, it’s… understandable,” he sighed slightly, grabbing my other wrist instead. My hand curled defensively as he lifted it up and tied my choker around the wrist. 

I let out a surprised noise as I felt a sudden surge of energy and slight warmth, having not realized how chilled I was with my lack of blood. Not enough to be jumping up and down or anything, but I didn’t feel like I was about to die anymore. I blinked at not feeling like death and gave Solomon a bleary quizzical look.

“It’s to magically help your blood levels. I can’t make something from nothing, especially in my mental state right now, but it'll keep you from dying to blood loss,” Solomon explained, giving me a guilty, apologetic, and shameful expression. He sighed and I felt like his eyes flickered for a second. “It's also to help you breathe and hopefully keep you clean.”

“Solomon. I don't like that you said that…,” I narrowed my eyes at him and shifted to try and push myself into a sitting position, yelping when my elbows buckled beneath me. Yup, still too weak to move much. 

“Don't strain yourself,” a hand planted against my shoulder to keep me down as the sorcerer looked at me with concern. He tried to give me a reassuring smile despite the obvious mental strain it was taking him to maintain control. 

Probably would have been more effective if there wasn't a slight discoloration on his face where I'd elbowed him as bruising started setting in, he hadn't literally just overpowered me, was on the verge of relapsing, and we were both covered in my own blood. In my slightly delirious state, I had to internally admit that it was quite a look.

“Sol-.”

“It's nothing you haven't handled before,” the sorcerer continued, interrupting whatever further protests or questions I had before he started reciting the now very familiar shrinking spell I’d grown accustomed to hearing from the brothers. 

Almost immediately the lightheadedness and vertigo took over, dazing me and making my vision swim. I barely registered the sensation of being lifted from the ground, my eyesight refocusing in time to see Solomon’s mouth open above me. The elongated canines that had punctured my skin minutes prior now framed the dark confines of his bloodstained jaws and the warm, shaky exhale that washed over me was saturated with the scent of iron. My heart skipped a beat.

I knew any protest or words would fall on deaf ears but as I was lifted closer to Solomon’s open mouth with his tongue extending slightly to lay over his lower teeth I couldn’t help but weakly say, “If this ends up killing me, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

There was another, sharper exhale from the sorcerer and a slight upturn at the corner of his lips before I was transferred from his palm to the slick, textured surface of his tongue, the muscle curling behind me and drawing me into his jaws. Saliva instantly soaked into my clothes as teeth lightly clicked shut behind me to leave me in darkness, able to hear and feel everything around me flex as Solomon instinctively swallowed some excess saliva.

His breathing was more noticeably ragged from within his jaws, huffing as his tongue quivered beneath me. I was confused, laying in a tired daze and wondering why nothing was moving, used to being tasted, sometimes with aggressive fervor. From the way I could feel drool pooling beneath my back I could tell that I was appealing to him, but the question of whether or not it was brought on by the Vampiritis would have to wait until later. I realized when his tongue only gingerly lapped at me a couple times before gravity began to shift that he seemed to be desperately holding himself back.

“Right,” I mumbled, letting myself slide toward the back of his throat. “Kind of attacked me.”

Solomon probably didn’t want to hurt me more.

I grunted slightly as a swallow quickly dragged me into his gullet and more hastened my descent down his esophagus, breathing restricted by the tight confines and each inhale laced with the tang of blood. Slipping past the collarbone was more constrictive and I was able to hear the sorcerer let out an exhale of relief, felt the odd sensation of being tightly hugged on all sides by peristalsis pulling me yet able to discern the sensation of him leaning forward slightly.

“I can’t tell how much of it is the Vampiritis but… this is unnervingly satisfying,” he admitted, voice resonating down to my bones in my descent. “I really hope you’ll be able to breathe. I guess I’ll find out if you don’t flail.”

There he went, mentioning breathing again. I was almost confused but as I felt the slight pressure beneath me that precluded spilling into a stomach, I realized that he quite literally had his fill of me. There wasn’t even a splash as I was forced into the organ, just slipping into a chamber of blood that I was thankful I couldn’t see. Whatever he did to my choker was allowing me to breathe, which I was thankful for considering I hadn’t exactly braced myself to hold my breath, and oddly enough each inhale was clean air instead of iron-saturated liquid. Potentially some sort of personal breathing bubble, I wasn’t exactly going to summon a light source in here.

“You’re good, Solomon,” I mustered the energy to shout up, feeling for the nearest stomach wall in the space expanded with my own blood. I tried not to think about it too much.

“Thank goodness,” Solomon let out a sigh of relief. Everything sort of sloshed around as he moved, the force of him shifting and standing up making me sink a little. “It seems eating you has tempered the bloodlust slightly. I was worried that I was going to drain you, felt like I was starving and greedy even though I feel full. Now, to get Barbatos and-.”

Solomon was interrupted by the sound of the door breaking open and slamming against the wall, Mammon’s voice shouting in a panic, “KAT!”

“Uh oh.” Solomon and I muttered at the same time.

“I assure you, this looks far worse than it is,” Solomon told Mammon, and considering how bloody and disheveled the sorcerer and my room was, I didn’t think the demon would believe that. 

All I could do was wish Solomon luck and prepare to potentially be sloshed around.

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Fall/Harvest/Spooky Masterlist (5)

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Created: October 15th, 2024

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Love Forged in Deception-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: (AU, Historical) Covertly, Peeta Mellark, a humble blacksmith’s apprentice, attends Her Royal Highness Princess Katniss’s masquerade ball on Halloween. While there, he dances with and subsequently falls for a beautiful girl in a feathery mask, although he’s already in love with another. Peeta thinks his biggest problem is choosing between the commoner Kat, should he ever find her again, and the similarly-named Lady Katerina, who may very well be off-limits, only to discover a far more tangled web. Make It Work-populardarling (ao3) Summary: He could never know her full identity; could never hear all her stories and rants about her personal life. If this date turned into anything more than a simple night out, their relationship would start on a huge lie. But she wanted him, she argued. So much was going wrong in her life that would it really be a bad thing to be a little selfish and go out on a date with him? Katniss is a witch trying to give up her magic when she meets a human that makes things a little bit difficult. Mockingjay Manor-appleblossomgirl, BodoniBold, burkygirl, JennaGill, katnissdoesnotfollowback, MegaAuLover, Norberts_Mom, Xerxia (ao3) Summary: When Katniss's rich Uncle Haymitch dies, she inherits his house and half of his estate - if she can fix up the crumbling Mockingjay Manor and solve the mystery shrouded inside its walls. Peeta the Friendly Ghost-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Based on a visual Prompt by Everlarkprompts@tumblr. For the Octoberlark challenge. An Everlark/Casper the Movie crossover. Katniss Everdeen and her mother move to the haunted Mockingjay Manor, to share their home with a foursome of ghostly beings, in this Halloween story of finding Happy Endings and Everlasting Friendship. Rebel-HGRomance (ao3) Summary: Peeta is a bad boy. Katniss is a good girl. Neither are interested in changing. But when Peeta's sent to work on the Everdeens' Amish farm during the Autumn harvest, two very different worlds—and hearts—collide. Modern AU. Sugar Angel-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: While home alone on Halloween, a knock on the door changes what Katniss wants. Thanks, Covid-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: A pandemic changes everything except how much Peeta and Katniss want to get married. The Contractor-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Featuring a Katniss who grapples with her sanity, alone, in a house she swears hates her, a disappearing contractor, and her pushy neighbor, Gale, who hasn’t learned to take no for an answer. The Girl with the Eggs-adsofraser (ao3) Summary: "The conversation around them flew over his head, everyone’s voices muffled like they were underwater. But he knew if she spoke again, it would be the clearest thing he had ever heard in his life. She bit her lip, finally, finally, looking up into his eyes. The world just made sense now." For THGCommentFeast's October 2024 prompt of HarvestFest/Spooky/Supernatural. The Oktoberfest Effect-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Prompt: Town boys (drunk?) dare each other to venture into woods (Halloween night? [Oktoberfest]). Katniss saves Peeta (from peacekeepers? storm?) by pulling him into a cave for the night. (Drunk Peeta talks too much and is cuddly?) by @567inpanem for Seasons of Everlark on Tumblr.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

OC Interaction tag!

Look! It's my favourite tag game again!! Thanks @autism-purgatory for the tag hehe

Their OC: Cole from Viscered

Cole Hill (he took his wife’s last name), or EXP-25, is an escaped government bio weapon. He escaped when he was 18, and has been trying to have a normal life ever since. After wandering in fuck-nowhere Texas for a year, he eventually set up camp near a university in Houston, where he met Julia. By the time of the story in 2018, Cole is 35. He lived a fairly happy life with Julia, where their friendship turned into a full on relationship after she graduated. They eventually got married and the rest is history. Cole can often be distrustful and even hostile to people if they seem suspicious enough, but is a pretty chill guy if he doesn’t think they’re a threat. He’s a lot more observant than talkative.

My OC: Katherine from A Perfectly Normal Schoolgirl

Katherine looks like a fifteen year old girl, acts like a cryptid and is probably closer to the latter than the former. She's quiet, secretive, and rather creepy, at least to the casual observer. To someone who knows her (that is, her best friend/apprentice Dane and her elder brother L), she is a pathological snarker, has the worst authority issues known to any immortal entity, and likes chocolate gelato more than life. She'd gleefully pick a fight with anything from vampire teachers to the goddess of dreams for no bigger reason than because she could. That said, she does have a good heart.

How they'd interact:

I'm pretty sure Cole would clock her for being extremely off, and Katherine would definitely return the favour. If Cole's a cautious one, that probably would end in her harassing him incessantly in the name of seeing if she could get him to reveal his powers. She'd probably be more curious about his past than actively hostile, so they might get along fine. That said, their conversations would mostly consist of silence, since Kat has little to say to anyone she isn't trying to piss off or educate, and Cole's the observant type.

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[wc-confessions]

I’m SO sorry if this confession causes some extreme (and possibly maybe some unnecessary) drama within the Warrior cats fandom, but…

Are we going to talk about the fact that-

Wafflepaw, a character whose name is literally based off a Warrior Cat fan’s cat, who’s name that very fan submitted to the Erins in order for Wafflepaw to be within the book Thunder-

Literal backstory is that Wafflepaw has been THROWN into a RIVER by his OWN TWOLEGS as a KIT, or…

“Rook explains to Nightheart how Waffle used to be a kittypet but his Twolegs threw him in the river when he was a kit.”

“On March 7, 2023, fans were invited to submit apprentice name suggestions for a new character to be featured in this book.[7] (…) Wafflepaw was the winner.[4][5]”

“Wafflepaw's real life inspiration comes from Basil Kat's real life cat named Waffles.”   - Warrior Cats Wiki

“Would you like to see your own kitty pet featured in the next Warrior Cats book, Thunder? We need to assign a name to a new cat and we’re giving you the chance to put your own pet forward for the dedication!” 

- Warrior Cats Official Instagram

Source:

https://warriors.fandom.com/wiki/Wafflepaw

https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpfzn8eMooG/

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[xeas-niamh]

Some sketches i found from 2020 of my apprentice Kat with Julian

[chaosfairy18]

Medieval/Fantasy AU

Since @bigmack2go asked about Bumswiftery in my Medieval/fantasy AU yesterday (I already posted about Sprace in this AU for the fic exchange, the fic's name is "A Crown for a Thief") I'll give a quick rundown of them:

Skittery: At the start of the story prince of Irovell. His mother and father are the King and Queen. One day he and his personal guard are sent to find a Witch in the woods that hopefully can help the Kingdom.

Swifty: Said personal guard. He hasn't been officially a knight for long, but he's been with Skittery for a long time. They both have little crushes for each other but don't act on it for obvious reasons.

Bumlets: Said 'witch' in the woods. He's a wizard/warlock (he doesn't care much for terminology) who has been living in a small house in the forest for years now. Since rumours spread easily some village once tried to sacrifice a little boy to the 'witch' so they wouldn't get harmed and Bumlets has taken the boy (Flipper) in and cared for him since then as well as tried to teach him magic as well.

Story: Basically Skittery and Swifty come find Bumlets, who is in fact *not* a scary witch (who would have thought) and get friendly with him. After bonding (and a bit crushing on each other) Tumbler, Skittery's little brother appears, having ridden all the way there, with news that the Queen is ill and that they need help from a magic user. (Spoiler: The King poisoned her to get the 'Witch' there faster)

They get back and Skittery's father has Flipper and Bumlets taken into custody and fighting happens over some hours/days where they try to break him out etc. and of course it ends with the King defeated.

Later Skittery is King, Swifty is leader of the Knights and Bumlets lives at court and is the Court Mage (Flipper his apprentice). That's also when the kingdom makes contact with Spot's kingdom and they get two knaves/squires which are Kit and Kat (as it was customary in medieval times that squires were sent to other kingdoms/castles to train but I'm still taking a few liberties here)

If you have more questions I'd gladly answer them!!

[nerdieforpedro]

Wednesday WIP

I was tagged by @wannab-urs @for-a-longlongtime and @pedroshotwifey so let's see if I can figure this game out... 🥸

Step one: Post Snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

I picked my top five (yes five, I switch around a lot and have random ideas. This is Nerdie. 👀). Some of them I have mentioned before, I came back to them because my smut fairy 🧚‍♀️ came back thanks to @magpiepills and her Javier Pena being a whore (affectionately and very interested what happened with the pantyhose)

1. Two Hearts on the Ocean - Javi G x (Abigail) OFC

Abigail and Javier sipped their tea while chatting about the last movie and how both of them had fallen asleep. Expressing his displeasure at falling asleep during a Nicolas Cage movie, Abby confessed that she had fallen asleep during ‘Ghost Rider’ before and this was the first time she’d been awake through the whole movie so he shouldn’t feel bad. Javier told her that it was because he was here with her to keep her awake. She agreed that he was likely right.  They planned to re-watch ‘The Sorcerer's Apprentice’ another day and Javi walked her to her room after stopping off in the kitchen on the way to drop off the mugs. It felt like earlier in the day when he’d walked her to her hotel room though he wouldn’t be so far away this time. She gave him a peck on the cheek and said goodnight as Javier did the same.

2. Roc & Doc - Tim Rockford x (Doc) OFC

“I think you should send Tim a picture of yourself in your outfit. Show him what he’s missing out on by sitting at home in his boxers or sleeping in his office gazing lovingly at his murder board.” This elicited you to choke on your punch and put a hand to your chest.

“I-I- who is that fun for exactly?! What is wrong with everyone this week?!” Knocking back the rest of your drink and pouring yourself more, you’re holding onto the table to keep yourself upright. “First the damn notebook, a bone song, now I find out and meet…”

3. Diddle your Dieter to Disco - Dieter Bravo x plus size female reader

“There’s my Kit Kat. I was trying to entertain myself while waiting for you. I wanted to surprise you.” His face laid against your stomach, giving it a soft kiss as his hands roamed. You took the glitter and poured two quarter sized glops on his back to which he hissed at the sudden cold from your hands spread along his shoulder blades and down his spine, spreading the silver glitter slinging it onto his skin. Now in the different lights, the sparkles danced across his skin, Dieter moaned from your touch, digging his hands into your thighs as you continued to massage his back. “Fuck…yes baby. What are you putting back there?” He asked as one hand snaked under your skirt and squeezed one of your ass cheeks, he enjoyed his hand sinking into your plush skin. 

(Smut below the break - FYI)

4. Foul Play - Javier Pena x Aria Davis (plus size OFC)

Aria headed straight home after meeting Javier. It needed to be while his memory was fresh in her mind: His voice telling her he wants her, to grab her, hold her, bend her, mold her, mark her, whispering to her as he’s deep inside of her. His grin as he told her to undress. Maybe as she stood before him as he laid back on the bed, waiting for her to come to him. His moan from his first bites of his food. Could he make that same sound with her? His hands messy with the grease from the empanada. He had wiped them off but she could picture him licking them. His pink shirt and jeans clinging to his slim body from the humidity.

5. Florida Heat - Dave York x Santiago Garcia

Dave is aware that his moan is too loud. He should not be feeling it this much, he hated it and was trying to plan how to turn the tables of Santiago. To see him break apart before him as he was doing right now, in his hand were both of their throbbing shafts. He was certain if he could hold out a bit longer, Garcia would climax first. He could then use his recovery to overstimulate him. Pull his curls, toward him as he fingers Santi’s ass with lube, stretching him so he can prod his entrance with his cock and slowly…Dave felt it on his face first, a small splatter before the ropes landed on his chest and stomach. He was panting from the picture in his head of Santiago Garcia whining for him to fuck his round and full ass. One of them had climaxed. One of them relaxed. One of them was laughing.

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

Step three: Every vote is one minute you put on a timer to work on that fic (ex. 15 votes =. 15 minutes of writing)

Also if you want to ask questions about any of my fics, myself comments and asks are wide open, like the thots. 😘

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[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 4 - Odd-One Out

Peace quickly settled in London as soon as the Jack the Ripper murders ceased completely, and most would call this a major success and reason to celebrate. Katrina made sure that Angelina had a grand funeral, fitting for someone like her, though Sebastian and Ciel only honoured her further; The boy pulled her most beautiful red dress over her, whilst Sebastian had a whole carriage filled with flower petals fly in the air. It was a most beautiful scene for their eyes, and Katrina was happy that everything went so well.

The funeral for the last victim also, though small and reserved, with no person except for them to attend; Even that was bittersweet, though she made sure it honoured her memory, or whatever it was that she had.

But the Undertaker's parlor often had reason for glee, and for the first time in ages, Katrina also found reason to celebrate.

"Well, my darling, would you like to see what I've brought here?" the Undertaker waltzed into the parlor as his little apprentice was dolling up a corpse.

"A... scroll? Are you going to speak up some ancient incantation and summon a dragon or something?" the girl chuckled, brushing the corpse's hair.

"Well then, let's see what happens, shall we~?" the man giggled at her, clearing his throat and dramatically reading the contents of the weirdly looking scroll.

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 ℳ𝓇. 𝒜𝒹𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒞𝓇ℯ𝓋𝒶𝓃, Wℯ 𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝒹ℯ𝓁𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝒾𝓃𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓂 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝒶𝒸𝒸ℯ𝓅𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝒲ℯ𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒞ℴ𝓁𝓁ℯℊℯ, 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒫𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓁ℯ ℋℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ, 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝓇 ℴ𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝓎. 𝒜 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝓇ℴℴ𝓂 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓃ℊℯ𝒹 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓋ℯ𝓃𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ. 𝒲ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒸ℯ𝓈𝓈𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒞ℴ𝓁𝓁ℯℊℯ 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝒸𝒸ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌𝓁ℯ𝒹ℊℯ ℯ𝓃𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒽ℯ𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ.

"What do you say, Kitty-Kat?" the silver haired man hummed, making her frown and stand up, looking at him with a confused expression.

"Adrian Crevan...? You don't mean...?" she muttered, realising, but not believing this was true.

"I hope you like your new temporary name under which you will be studying." the cheshire grin was evident on his face, and she couldn't help but squeal loudly and jump on him, not even caring that her hands were soaking with blood, nor did she care in any way.

"THAT'S AMAZING! YOU'RE THE BEST!" she swung around with him with an uncharacteristic child-like joy, unable to keep her usual composure.

"Now, now, this reaction is so unusual for you. I'm glad to see you like this, for once. You are still young after all, and happiness suits you." he smirked, patting her hair, almost fatherly. "Now, I believe it's time to get you some suits, and fitted uniforms, don't you think?" he pointed out, making her stop dead in her track with a sheepish grin.

"I, uh... I don't have any money." she scratched the back of her neck awkwardly.

"I have to reward my little apprentice for her hard, diligent work, don't I?" he shook his head, teasingly. "Now, stop talking, and let's be on our way! College starts again in just a week, we have to get ready for that." he motioned for her to get dressed in something proper and get ready to go.

Excited for new clothes for the first time in her life, Katrina put on a simple dress, tying her hair down, letting it fall elegantly over one of her shoulders, trying to get used to the hairstyle she remembers doing for her fiance. She especially loved tying that red ribbon around those pretty golden locks of his. She always did think he looked so much prettier than his uncle.

Getting in the carriage, Undertaker took her to this tailor called Nina, who apparently does Ciel's outfits too ( including the ball dress ), so she's an open-minded woman with tons of ideas. That proved to be very correct, since she wore stockings and shorts, and Katrina was super excited to work with her Undertaker explained to her the situation, and she could swear, stars started twinkling in her eyes, and she gave out a boastful laugh, taking the girl to another room, where only the two of them were, and undressing, Kat let her take her measurements.

"I need to make you both summer and winter outfits... Since you'll be posing as a boy, there will be no problem if I try out my new collection of shorts and high-knee socks, right? You'll look stunning! Now, tell me, what colours should I do your uniform?" she started sketching in her notebook, stealing glances at her constantly.

"The college says the uniforms are made of black wool. The coats are morning coats, the buttons are golden with the College logo on them, and the tie and vest are purple. The letter said the Purple house also has a coat with a hood, for some reason, so I'll need one too. Do you think purple would look good with my hair? I'll have to tie it somehow... But red and purple... Call the fashion police on me. Maybe a black bow with purple and gold borders?" Katrina asked, looking at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair, only to realise the slight convexity of her upper body. "I suppose I will also require a little... Upgrade, to keep my breasts flat. Thankfully enough, that shouldn't prove to be a big issue."

"Yes, yes, yes, you're brilliant, I agree. Oh, that bow would be gorgeous! Hmm... Green would look amazing on you, especially highlighting your eyes - Alas! Black or White with Green... You'd look gorgeous. Oh, and I'll have black leather shoes for you... Maybe with a little heel, to make you look taller. You are fairly tall and slender, with the right clothes, you'll put all to shame. With just a bit of attitude and make up, you'll be able to pass off as a boy with no problem!" she clapped, putting a hat on the side of her head, smiling triumphantly.

By the end of it, as Nina kept praising her for the courage and confidence she displayed, a little lamb sneaking in a den of wolves and pretending to be one of their kind; As the duo were returning back to the parlor and Katrina unable to pipe down her glee, kept describing the sketches for all of her outfits and how fantastic they were going to look.

However, she was far too energised to keep in place and work, so she decided to tire herself a little and walk through the busy streets of the city center. Surprisingly, there was quite a commotion - Was there some kind of festival she was unaware of?  Unexpectedly, somewhere in the crowd, she spotted Ciel, of all people. 

"Hello, hello, fancy meeting you here. What fareth thou on such a nice day?" Kat crossed her arms, looking at the ones around him with a jovial smile.

"Ah, Katrina, Ni Hao! You got here just in time for the Curry contest!" Lau grinned enigmatically, hugging the short Chinese girl in front of him. Though Kat's never seen the lady called Ran Mao before, she couldn't help but compliment and gush over how pretty she was.

"Curry... Contest? You? A toy factory businessman... Competing in a curry contest? Okay, what's going on here, and how are you torturing this demon here this time?" she chuckled, shooting the raven haired man a shady look of amusement.

"Tsk, be more discreet!" Ciel scolded, as though anyone was going to take her slander seriously. "I want my company to get a Royal Warrant... And beat that guy there, Lord West. I can't wait to see his face when he realises he has lost. Let's just say... I want to expand my company over the food business as well." Ciel smirked in victory, watching the blond man walk away.

"Ahhh, I see. So this is about revenge. What ever could have happened?" the girl pressured more, only for an Indian boy hiding with a shawl over his head to come over... Stealthily, let's say.

"He really is certain that he will win... Huh? Hey, Ciel, who is she?!" he looked alarmed, snapping his head from Ciel to myself, back and forth.

"Oh, me? I'm just a Fox, here, ready to delight my eyes on this competition and my taste buds with the mystery curry that Sebastian prepared." she smirked mockingly at the boy who seemed to get intimidated and hid behind Ciel.

"Don't scare away kids, Katrina, it's not going to help us." Ciel shook his head in amusement.

"It's not going to be in our disadvantage either, would it?" the girl smiled back, overly exaggerated.

"Miss Raymond, this here is Prince Soma. The story is a little complicated, and there is little time to indulge in a pleasant conversation over it, however his butler is now competing for Lord West, which is why we must defeat him." Sebastian bowed to Katrina with the explanation, as she nodded slowly.

"Now that makes much more sense. I wonder... What would be more satisfying? Seeing you win, once again... Or seeing you lose, for once? Having your pristine clean record tarnished by a mere human~?" with a taunting smirk, Kat tilted her head at him

"I suppose only time will tell, tlthough, there is only one acceptable and possible outcome that will happen from this competition... After all, I am one hell of a butler." he spoke, and she had to turn away, stifling her laugh before turning back to him.

"And yet, your last name is MICHAELis. Someone truly must have made a mockery out of you." she giggled mockingly, making the demon sigh dramatically.

"Well, of course, the young earl never learnt how to be merciful or understanding." he complained, before grasping her hand gingerly, placing a kiss on her fingers. "May I dare ask to be emboldened by a sweet encouragement from you, My Lady?" he asked, his eyes never leaving hers - That devilish smile, and the sultry gaze deep into the deepest crevices of her soul was enough to raise the hairs on the back of her neck.

"Only if you make a portion for me as well." I extended my hand towards him.

"Yours will be the last I make, so that it will become the perfect temperature for eating once it reaches your delicate hands." as he bent down to place yet another kiss on her hand, Kat could see his eyes glowing magenta as they peered into her emerald ones for just a lingering second, before straightening up and looking towards Ciel. "I'll head to the competitor's room and wait, then." and so, Sebastian left, allowing the man presenting the curry contest to come on stage and show off the judges... One of them being Viscount Druitt, who somehow managed to bribe his way outta jail. What a sleuth.

As the contest began, everyone was gasping loudly in awe and fantasy watching the contestants do their best to create the magnificent curry they can to make their company win, but truly, the actual battle was between Sebastian and this Indial man called Agni. As some point, despite how focused the demon was on doing his job perfectly well, he still managed to catch the gentle gaze of the admiring red haired lady silently cheering for his win.

"This is bad! We're going to lose this competition!" the prince gasped in sorrow watching the two men cook.

"How so?" Lau asked in confusion.

"I's true that Ciel's butler's curry is the real thing... But it is only the curry that is perfect! The problem is the Naan! Because it is not a staple in Bengal, I know little about it, but I do know that Naan is made from fermented paste and wheat. They are baked together at a high temperature in an over called Tandoori. But this place does not have such facilities. The perfect Naan cannot be made. So after all the effort Sebastian put into mastering the spices, it has only come to this - He is British after all...And it is not only the Naan, the heat level is too high. If this continues, it will dry out in a matter of minutes. The painstakingly made curry will all go to waste! As I thought, one week to master the art of making curry was too short! The contest will be won by - " Soma kept ranting and ranting, and it was only annoying the single two humans who knew Sebastian's secret. Sighing, Katrina gentle slapped the back of the Indian Prince's head, making him shut up for once.

"Trust me when I say this - If Sebastian loses, Hell will be freezing over." she allowed a dry laugh to escape.  Soon enough, the men ended their cooking spree and the time of judging was upon them. As expected, only Agni's and Sebastian's curry was fantastic enough to have everyone comment on its greatness, and... To make Druitt behave as if he achieved the most pleasant little death... Going as far as to compare the Curry Bread to the 'Mischievous mockingbird' that Ciel was that night, making the poor boy shudder, clearly creeped out, while Katrina couldn't help but stifle a chuckle.

Just as the judges declared a tie between Ciel's and West's curry, out of nowhere, Queen Victoria herself arrived on horseback, making both the pup and the fox rush at her side.

"Your Majesty! You're here!" Katrina grinned brightly at her, helping her get off her horse, only for her to start crying, saying that she wished Albert, her late husband, was there. Her personal butler brought the usual Albert doll to console her. Tasting the two curries, she declared Sebastian the winner, making West yell in disbelief. "Please look over there... Do you see? Funtom's curry requires no utensils and can be consumed by anyone. Yes, that is right, this is a method that takes even children into account. Everyone is happy - The rich, the poor, the adults, the children - Everyone is equal. This kind of idea is essential for Great Britain as it heads into a new century. I highly approve of the Funtom's Company's accounting for our future, the children." and so, everyone started clapping for Ciel's butler.

Surprises didn't end here, however, as Katrina was finally informed of  the reason for Soma's and Agni's arrival - To search for a woman called Meena, whom he used to know as a child - The truth was, she actually eloped with West. What a naive kid he is... But at least he has his butler back!

"It seems like somehow everything's ended up for the best, wouldn't you say? Isn't that good, boy? And my dear Kitten?" the Queen and her Butler walked next to then. Though the rest heard their nicknames, they couldn't understand the reason behind them, yet they weren't told of any explanation either. 

"Your Majesty, I've humbly asked you to stop referring to me that way...!" Ciel's blush was conquering all his face, as the Queen could only chuckled motherly.

"Is that so? But you'll always be that cute little boy to me. And, look at her, she likes her nickname, don't you, Kat?" as the habit made, the girl allowed the Queen to stroke her hair, and she could only show a happy kitten smile, because honestly, anyone playing with her hair like that, so tenderly, made her melt.

Eventually, the Queen and her butler left. Sebastian returned eventually, holding the curry bun he promised, only to see Soma obnoxiously pulling Katrina and Ciel into a tight group hug. With an exaggerated, innocent grin that only conferred the butler's murderous aura, the demon ripped away the Prince from his young master, and especially the little spoiled Kitten over whom he was feeling rather... Territorial. "I will politely have to ask you to refrain from doing such improper actions, Prince Soma. In our country, touching an unmarried young lady the way you did is rather shameful and unspeakable practice. You wouldn't possibly wish to be making Lady Katrina uncomfortable with your mere presence, would you?"  seeing as the Prince hid behind Agni after being reproached, Sebastian had to hide the ghost of his triumphant smirk, as he dearly handed the meal to the Lady, so that she could enjoy the amazing flavour he was able to create.

"Much appreciated, Sebastian. Thank you." she nodded at him, though he quickly realised it was a double entendre, and she was thanking him for saving her from that annoying boy, rather than the meal - Though that, also, was very much welcomed. "I am deeply fascinated over the process of creation. You will have to teach me, Sebastian, and I am most eager for such a lesson." her sly voice spoke, leaning closer to the man. "Does human food taste the same to the demons who feed on souls alone~?" With a simple smile, Sebastian whispered a single word in her ear. "Ash." Katrina looked up at him in shock, and though she was this close to bursting into laughter, a single finger pressed to her lips contained it. 

"And to think you can become even more fascinating than I first imagined. What a novelty." the girl hummed, satisfied with the knowledge received. 

At the same time however, Ciel found in his pocket a letter from Her Majesty - It contained tickets to this popular circus, Noah Circus. Presumably, this was a job for a Fox and a Dog.

That was for a later time, as tickets had to be bought in advance due to popular demand. In the meantime, Katrina had to claim her chamber at Weston and get familiar with the campus and the classes. 

Nina was amazing, she was working so fast, she had all of her outfits ready in such a short time - She was absolutely fantastic! Once they arrived at the Undertaker's parlor, she was encouraged to parade each and every one of her clothes around the room for him, and with each one, the mortician would clap and say she looks great. In truth, she was outright glowing with complete bliss - She was so excited, she forgot all about her previous nervousness. She was so ready for her classes, it was unreal. In the few days left until her first day at College, she continued practicing her make up to sharpen her jaw, looking more masculine, making her eyes look stricter, not as gentle, and brushed her hair, tying it with a beautiful bow, the black, purple and gold one. With some instructing from the mortician on how to behave and walk like a confident man, Kat buttoned her blazer up, pinning the Violet Wolf pin, and admiring how good she looked as a boy.

"Well? How do I look? Ready to strike?" she smirked, chin up, confidently, tapping her cane onto the ground.

"I'd say so, yes~! Brilliant as always." he helped her with the luggage, and went by train to Weston College, getting everything into the Purple House, in her new, private room.

"This place looks very intimidating. No wonder it's the artsy House... I love it already, it looks like our home." Kat chuckled, enjoying the somber atmosphere around the place.

"Yes, just like home, I agree." he grinned, nodding in approval.

"If only there were some corpses around to do autopsies on." she joked with him as they exited the dorms to walk around the court and get used to the place, until four young men around her age crossed their path - They seemed to be radiating with different energies, all of them unique. Special. "Oh. I'm screeeeeeeewed." Kat looked up at the Undertaker with a desperate look, then down, trying to hide her face.

"What is it, my darling?" he asked in confusion.

"... The blond one there... Is Edgar Redmond. He's, uh... My fiance." Kat shuffled on her feet, awkwardly looking the opposite way, hoping they wouldn't spot her. 

"Hmm... That will prove to be a difficulty indeed... But I'm sure you'll do well! I have to go now! I will send you a letter once the Young Earl decides to make his move, so you can accompany him. I'm sure this new case is going to prove rather interesting." he giggled enigmatically, waltzing out of the court, just as he always does. Kat muttered softly, finding herself standing alone, unsure of what to do, while the four boys were heading towards what looked like a gazebo.  Despite knowing she might be getting caught in the act, she had to find a way to properly get familiar with the place and culture of the College, thus, she rushed to them, clearing her throat to get their attention, but also, to fix her voice to be a little lower than normal.

"Hello. I'm sorry for disturbing you, but I'm new here, and... You could say I'm a little bit lost and confused. Would anyone be so kind as to show me around the place?" the girl tried her best to stand up straight and speak without wavering, leaning slightly on her cane; After a few brief seconds of silence, of course, the blond just had to be the one to approach and circle her, analysing her from head to toe.

"Hmm... My, would you look at you! Such a vibrant shade of red... Your hair is beautiful! Violet, you are so lucky to have this one in your House!" Edgar chuckled, making the one hunched over scowl slightly.

"Too bright... Wear a coat next time. You are a Violet Wolf now... Although you look more like a Scarlet Fox." the goth boy spoke in a frail voice, and she almost smirked at the irony.

"My friends used to call me Fox, I won't deny that. However, I suppose my affinity to painting and playing various instruments will prove my spot in the Purple House." she chuckled in amusement, making the blond smirk for a split second, before putting his arm around her shoulders, bringing her into his chest. Were all men so overly familiar and personal with one another, she wondered. Or... Did he already figure her out? He must have, surely, otherwise, he wouldn't act like this, would he?

"Would anyone protest if we were to bring him to the Gazebo too? We can test his painting or musical skills, at least? What could hurt?" Edgar asked, and the brunet shrugged, walking ahead towards the Gazebo. Judging on how Redmond was addressing her, he wasn't going to give her secret away. He seemed to be wanting to take care of her. Even now, he was the sweetest.

"But, Redmond, what about the rules? Only the P4 and the fags are allowed at the Gazebo, right?" the Blue Prefect talked, unsure of his decision.

"There are no punishments for that, clearly. Any person invited by the P4 can come to the Gazebo, so let's go!" Edgar started guiding her towards the Gazebo.

"Uhm... Thank you for this... But may I know your names and who you are? My name is Adrian Crevan, nice to meet you." she extended her hand towards him - With a sly smile that gave nothing away, Edgar was the first to shake his hand, gently, delicately, though he wanted to lean down and his her fingers, as he always did. The Blue Prefer simple offered a curt nod, whilst Violet didn't even acknowledge her presence. Greenhill, on the other hand, almost crushed her bones with his firm handshake that almost had her whine from pain. "How rude of us, we forgot to introduce ourselves! My name is Edgar Redmond, the Prefect of Scarlet Fox. If there ever is a vacant place in my House, I'd love to have you over." he spoke, motioning for her to sit on the princess couch next to him. "That one there, is your Prefect, Gregory Violet. This gentle brute here is Herman Greenhill, the prefect of Green Lion, the House specialised on Martial Arts and Sports, as you can see from your broken hand. And this is Lawrence Bluewer, the prefect of Sapphire Owl, the boring house with sight problems that focuses on studying, studying... And only studying." Edgar explains, making Lawrence scowl at him, raising his glasses higher.

"That's rich, coming from the prefect of the House that gets a freebie entrance just for being lucky enough to be born into a high-rank family." Bluewer shot back, making her chuckle. Surely, if she were to go by her rightful family name, she'd have had her spot warranted to her in the Scarlet Fox house - The perfect house for her aesthetics and nickname. 

"Studying, you say? Is that a general study of all subjects available, or a more thorough study of the ones you are interested in?" she asked, interested for obvious medical reasons.

"Are you interested in studying?" he blinked in confusion.

"I, uh... Want to pursue a career in Medicine. That's why I was asking. I heard this College is the best in that regard. Once you graduate, your whole future is secured for you." she explained, beginning to feel a bit more at ease in their company.

"Finally, someone with ambition and thirst for knowledge! Are you sure you don't want to join my House? We'll benefit from having a diligent student without a doubt." he smiled, and she could only chuckle in gratitude.

"Thank you, I appreciate how kindly you are welcoming me. I truly hope we are all going to get along nicely." she smiled at them sweetly, almost completely forgetting her disguise. Out of nowhere, Violet pushed a box from behind the couch, revealing some instruments.

"My fag can play any instrument he touches. I'm not expecting you to do the same, however, can you play any of them?" he asked, his eyes peering into hers as if he was judging her.

"Hmm... I am proficient in violin and piano only, however... I haven't played the flute in a while. My brother used to fool around with it, and he taught me a few tunes. Might as well clear the rust from my skills." she took the flute out of the box and played a relaxing tune that reminded her of the mountainside and the river, and it flowed naturally, as if she had been playing it her whole life.

"Not bad." Violet nodded in approval, slumping in his chair and taking out a canvas, he started sketching.

"That was really nice! your future girlfriend is going to be very happy... Considering your dexterous fingers... And more." Edgar implied, making the rest of them choke on air from the shock, and blush at his impertinence. Katrina especially, above all. Having your fiance outright speak such filth send a shiver down her spine.

"Redmond, don't be so crude!" Greenhill glared at the Red Prefect, who could only chuckle in amusement.

"Just saying the truth~!" he shrugged in good will.

"I, uh... Don't think I'll have time for a girlfriend. Because of my profession and all that. But, uh... I'll take that as a compliment... S-So... Thanks." Kat chuckled timidly, looking away, not daring to look at him. If only he had any idea what he was stirring inside of her, in front of so many people.

"Have you heard of the cricket tournament?" Herman asked, trying to change the uncomfortable subject.

"No, not really. What about it?" she asked, taking a sip of the lemonade put in those pretty crystal glasses.

"It's a Weston tradition. Every year, the College hosts a tournament and all houses show off their skills. The winners get a special prize. Also, all prefects and fags must participate." he explained, and I could feel myself sweat dropping.

"Let me guess... The tradition is for the Green House to win all the time?" she chuckled jokingly, and he seemed to blush slightly.

"Most of the time... On occasion, the Red House too. The Purple House would have some chances, if Violet wouldn't show off during the game and draw the House Emblem on the pitch instead of playing." Herman pointed out awkwardly, making the girl stifle a laugh demurely with her hand. For a man like him, he was rather bashful. How adorable.

"If that's how my House is going to participate, then I want to join too!" she looked away, trying to stop her laughing, seeing the aggravated look on Greenhill's face, realising that more people aren't taking sport seriously. 

"You're in." Violet nodded absent-minded.

"Hey, Violet! Look at him, he's even skinnier than you are! At least try to put in an effort!" the Green Prefect scowled, making the both of them shrug. 

"Physical effort isn't my thing, so I'll just play to my own assets. Isn't that the smart way of doing things? Playing to your strengths?" Kattaunted him briefly, wanting to see how he reacts.

"But it's a competition! Everyone must do their best to see their House succeed!" it seemed like a flame got ignited in his heart, making the other three chuckle and calm him down.

For the rest of the day, they continued chatting casually, and once the Sun set, they wished her good luck and to be diligent in her studies; to come to them if she ever needed anything, and to follow around Violet for classes so he can show her around the College, the campus and all that.

The week was going well, and Katrina was really enjoying the classes; It felt oddly reassuring and safe having the prefects so weirdly protective of her, for no reason, especially being the new kid... Though she couldn't help but suspect Edgar's involvement at hand.

Her suspicions were only proven during the weekend as her fiance called her for a walk through the gardens, and he took out a lovely purple Dahlia flower, putting it in the pocket of her blazer - It was the Flower emblem of her House, he said. The two sat down on the green grass, surrounded by so many flowers. When she wasn't paying attention, the boy mischievously pulled on the ribbon holding her hair tied - Scarlet locks were flying with the gentle breeze. She barely had the time to attempt to flatten her hair, as he started chuckling at her, shaking his head for her to cease. Delicately, he held her hands, kissing them dearly.

"Don't worry, Kitty-Kat. I knew it was you since I saw you. It's been a while since we've seen each other, but I could never forget those beautiful green eyes of yours, or this shiny red hair... Just like a Vixen. It was I who first called you Fox, wasn't it?" he smiled, making her look at him in bewilderment, blushing faintly at his words.

"Well, I guess there's no hiding it anymore. May as well lay down and enjoy watching the sky... With you." she shrugged leisurely, carefree, as he mimicked her actions. "You saw through me right away, didn't you? I thought so, from the very second you hugged me in front of the others that day, before you even introduced yourself to me."

"I always wondered how our uniform would look on a lady. I have to say, I'm impressed at how great it looks on you. If I didn't know you, I may have been fooled by your disguise." he rolled on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at her and her beautiful face. "I'm just kidding. There's no way anyone would really be fooled by your disguise. Your beauty is too angelic to belong to a man. "

"You are being too kind with me - As always. You know I don't do well with compliments. You're the only one who says them to me." unlike the constant bickering and back and forth she had with Sebastian, this innocent tenderness she received from Edgar always managed to stir her heart somehow.

"Yes, of course, otherwise I would be an awful husband for you, wouldn't I?" the mere idea of actually marrying seemed to flush her cheeks the same as the prettiest pink peony.

"There is no world in which you are capable of being awful, Edgar. You are simply perfect." smiling up at him, she reached out her hand to untie his hair also. The ribbon, she cheekily tied around her wrist, and she combed her fingers through his soft golden locks that glowed ethereal with the rays of the Sun.

"Now, look who's being the angel here, little fox." with a small smile, Edgar leaned down, pressing a kiss on her forehead. His beautiful hair was draping like a velvety curtain, shielding her face almost. A few stray hairs fell fell over her face, tickling her nose enough to get her to giggle lightly. "Can I ask why and how did you get here?" he tilted his head to the side to look at her, allowing the sunlight to gently caress her face - Her lids were lazily hooded from the dim light as the Sun was setting, and the sky was painted in a myriad of colours and hues.

"If you promise you won't be reporting your own wife, I suppose there's no harm in disclosing such information." she found herself cheekily teasing him.

"I only told the other three, as you suspected, so they will know and pay attention to protect your identity. If you are here, you must have an important reason." he spoke in a gentle voice, making her smile sweetly.

"I ran away from home." she admitted. "I couldn't take it anymore. All those paintings, all those lessons... I wasn't even allowed to read books that weren't poem books. I felt like a caged songbird, bashing its head against the bars trying to escape, only to die trying." she explained. "So, I ran away, found solace at the Undertaker's parlor, and he kindly took me under his wing. He's been teaching me forensics and anatomy ever since."

"Darling, you know you could have always come over to stay with me. We are soon to be married - I doubt a year or two is going to create any tension between our families." the man trailed the back of his fingers across her cheek.

"I couldn't possibly leech off of you like that. I can't - That's not me. I wanted to have a career for myself, like Aunt Angelina. A medic. Ever since I found my brother's medical books, I've been obsessed with the idea of becoming a doctor myself. I thought that, if I manage to finish Weston and have a diploma for myself, I would be allowed to properly get a medical license and practice. If I were to work, I would be paid, and I wouldn't feel as though I'm parasiting anyone." she chuckled weakly.

"Oh, silly you. You know my uncle was a medical student, we could have gotten your future secure. He mentioned seeing you at his latest ball, he was rather excited to see you again." he sighed at her righteousness to make everything the correct way. "So, Adrian Crevan, is it? What's up with that name?"

"I'm not quite sure myself. Undertaker simply came over to me and told me he was able to enroll me under this secret identity. He got me to this tailor, Nina, to get fitted for a ton of pretty outfits. I knew, if you were to see me, you'd recognise me immediately -  Which, you did." she smiled wryly.

"Imagine how things are going to turn once Edward sees you." he smirked slightly, making her sit upright, looking at him with shock.

"Edward is here too?! Oh no, that's no good. If he realises who I am... Well... He's never been subtle. He's going to blurt out the truth like the little fool that he is!" though her brows were furrowed with worry, he didn't seem worried, as he put his hand over her own reassuringly, squeezing it.

"Don't worry. He's Greenhill's fag, we can manage him. If he tells anyone, it's going to be between the nine of us. The four prefects, the four fags, and you, of course. Nobody else has to know." he spoke gently, and she could only nod, taking a deep breath.

"Well... You know best, Edgar. I trust you and your judgement." she murmured, feeling at peace, allowing herself to lazily fall back on the soft grass. "I'm glad you're here with me, Edgar. I truly missed you." she admitted, barely audible.

"I'm glad I got to see again, Kat. I missed you dearly." he hummed, rolling on his back - His hand searched for her own, and he intertwined their fingers together, looking up at the clouds passing by, until late at night, when the stars were twinkling and the moon was guarding them.

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The thing I love about Kat and Ernest’s relationship

Kat grew up not just in the shadow of her father, but her older sister (the Golden Apple, Professor Layton’s protege), her older brother (who became a police inspector), her uncle Luke (Layton’s apprentice), Emmy (Number One Assistant) and Desmond (Azran-expert Professor Sycamore), etc. etc… 

Basically Kat comes from a family of clever, cool, sophisticated, capable characters, and it would be so easy for her, as the youngest child, to feel overshadowed. (Not that her family would purposely make Kat feel like that! But it’s probably inevitable when your father is THE Professor Layton!)

It’s possible little Kat appeared in the papers alongside her father— if the Professor was even taking on new cases at that point… but any fame Kat did have would be in connection to her father. Then, Layton and Luke disappear when Kat is ten. Would the public even remember the name of Professor Layton’s youngest child? (How many archaeologists can you remember by name? Not fictional ones. Can you remember the names of their children?) 

By the time Kat opens her detective agency, at he age of 21, no one (outside of her family and close friends) seems to know who she is. You’d think people working at Scotland Yard would know  Kat— her older brother works there— but the average police office like Inspector Hastings doesn’t recognise Kat when she first turns up at his office. (As seen in Ernest’s flashback!) In fact, Hastings seems to resent her! 

When Madame Gretchin Doublée requests the assistance of a ‘Layton’, she expects the Professor himself to arrive at her house— but instead, she gets his young parvenu daughter. 

We see a similar incident in the first episode of the anime, when Simon Light turns up at the Layton Detective Agency, insisting he wants Professor Layton’s help… much to Kat’s irritation.

It’s safe to say that before she opened her detective agency, Kat was just a nondescript girl in the eyes of the general public.

Sherl is Kat’s first ‘client’ when she opens her detective agency, but before that… Kat helped a young man accused of theft at Gressenheller. 

Ernest is a complete stranger to Kat. When they first meet, the only obvious connection the two share is their association to Gressenheller. Ernest mentions that he often encounters bad luck (which, I suppose Kat could relate to with her family) but other than that, Ernest doesn’t recognise Kat or her last name. He claims he chose to attend Gressenheller because his favourite professor (Dr. Ohm) taught classes there— and I believe that. I don’t believe Ernest masterminded a whole plan where he would bump into Hershel Layton’s daughter and she would expose the dragons for him. (Though, this is a cool take and I’d love to read something like that!) Maybe Ernest started developing his plans to bring down the Seven Dragons— keeping his intentions hidden from Kat— when Kat was taking on cases from the Dragons… but his first meeting with Kat was complete coincidence.

The day they met, Kat’s sole pure intention wasn’t to help Ernest out of the goodness of her heart. She was on her way to the university anyway, so she let Ernest accompany her. She may have solved the case partly to boost her own reputation and to stick it to Hastings… but she was still kind was kind to Ernest and, in the end, she cleared his name. No wonder she left such an impression on him!

After that, Ernest decides to drop everything and dedicate himself to the girl who saved him. He pronounces himself Miss Layton’s assistant and seeks her out at her detective agency. Yes, Ernest can be a little obsessive and Kat tells Sherl she doesn’t need an assistant, but actually… she really could use an assistant. Ernest makes her tea. He solves puzzles with her. He reminds her to pay rent. He carries her bags for her. He compliments her outfits. He’s indulges Kat’s wild theories. He’s like her personal cheerleader.

Kat— the overlooked, youngest Layton— LOVES this. She loves having someone to hype her up. She loves how someone (outside of her family) finally recognises her worth. She loves having a friend, who would do anything for her. 

Yes, she would be hurt by Ernest’s deception, but she forgives him. When Ernest tries to resign as her assistant and leave her forever, did he really believe Kat would let him go, after the losses she had experienced in the past? (Her father, Luke, Alfendi in hospital…)

Nope. 

[lordkingsmith]

@augment-techs I’m gonna head into mystic rangers for hypothetical kids next, as a sudden brain bunny for Udonna and Tommy presented itself-don’t listen to mitski while thinking about Rita’s many apprentices and bio children you’ll make yourself sad. Kat is also getting an Udonna baby…this is a hypothical ‘if Udonna never met Leanbow’ but Tommy and Kat will probably also have Leanbow hypotheticals as well.

Also I made this joke crossover kid post for Nick and Jack Rose due to a fanfic I’m writing and want an excuse to post it somewhere lol. It’ll get linked to Nick’s kid post to keep everything a little organized and together lol

Thackeray Oliver, the Udonna/Tommy kid that made me sad lol