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[kaytjohanna]

The Contessal Hosts, Pt. 3

The Inventor

The fifth to join, and roughly at the same time as his sibling, is Snorpington ‘Snorpy’ Fizzlebean.

After his sibling separated, the anxieties of the Snakolytes following his every move manipulated his mind into believing his sibling was against him, prompting an unsettling hostility and verbal harassment, despite his sibling trying to reach out to him through various (and a bit unethical) means. When realising how Grumpsnax are made, he confronts Budleguard, who admits to hate the process, but doesn’t have an alternative method just yet, which is why they need his and Floofty’s help; to find other or faster methods, to ensure they don’t have to convert other grumps for long periods. He agreed, and now has a solid bond with his sibling.

He is the Contessal Host of the Cavalcade USHGE, but works part-time as an Infiltrator.

The Enthusiast

The Sixth Contessal Host, the husband and partner to Snorpy Fizzlebean, is Chandlo Funkbun, and is the only child of Mrs. Wafflebun and Mrs. Funkbongo.

Chandlo and Snorpy met when both in kindergarten, and have been closely knit ever since, protecting his boyfriend (Snorpy didn’t realise this until the events of PoNR), and acting as his net and rock, being fiercely protective of their daughter, Glulicia Fizzlebun. He joins the Hivesnax when seeing the good that the rehab of the Hivesnax contains, and joins to help and protect the Hive as much as he can. Eventually, he and Snorpy have twins from the same egg: Kewak and Blario Fizzlebun.

Chandlo takes pride in being the Contessal Host of the Convoy and Military USHGE, whilst taking on extra work as a Lugger and Collector.

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[moviemosaics]

El Conde

directed by Pablo Larraín, 2023

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Sofia Loren et Marlon Brando dans la Contesse de Hong-Kong 1967

[vileacademyofficial]

Why does Countess Cleo only have like 3 outfits. This goes for all the staff but specifically her.

you DARE insult my drip

[empirearchives]

When can I be her?

[zippocreed501]

Laurie Holden as Crimson Countess

The Boys

[lolochaponnay]

[abdlrimespotiques]

artistes francais gays gays en couches soumis actifs gouvernemant

eterros handicapés paraplegiques emputés aveugles malade

ies rares muco westers conservatoires meteurs en scnes

restos du coeur pompiers réalisateurs danseurs sculteurs

asso

incontinants photographes comediens musees manecain diaperlover

[ghw-archive]

Contesse de Baviere-Grosberg, 1780 by Alexander Roslin

[darkmagyk]

Percabeth roommate au and green-eyed epiphany?

And again, just, the most random ass takes. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The Countess had thought she understood the relationship between an artist and her patron. When she had found Persee Jacquesfils as a tenor in the Paris Opera, with the voice of an underutilized angle, she knew she had to intervene.

When they had been younger, his stepfather had come to work on some point of scholarship or another with her father, and brought Persee with him. They’d had great fun running along the grounds of her Uncle’s estate in Sweden.

And now, reunited, she would see to his needs. She had plucked him out of his cheap lodging and into her townhouse and set about seeing he would have all that he needed. She was going to start taking him out, soon, she thought. If for no other reason than to keep the money hungry suitors at bay. And because she so enjoyed his company.

She had even looked into hiring him another music teacher, certain the ones at the Opera were holding him back.

She had thought that had been enough. Enough for her to have him close at hand, and to know he was being taken care of. And enough for him, too, to want to remain with her.

And then she had arrived at his dressing room after his triumphant Don Ramiro, she had not expected to hear a woman’s voice in there, offering him praise as well as scorn.

"An admirable effort, my little songbird. but not enough. Not yet.”

She did not know what angered her more. The critic, the pet name, or the idea of another woman along in the room with him.

It did not matter, Contesse Anne-Èlisabette thrust the door open. Ready to scream and argue as much as her station had trained her to do. But there was no one else in the room. Just Persee, costume half undone, looking in his mirror.

“My Lady,” He said, his eyes sliding to the mirror for a second, and then back to her, “what is the matter.”

“I heard someone, a woman.” She said.

“Oh, yes, I have a new music teacher. And she has been so very helpful.” He smiled a wide smile, “I am so luck she chose me as her student.”

The Countess narrowed her eyes. She traced the lines of Persee’s beautiful face, his sparkling eyes. As green as the enby she felt settle in her heart. Patron was not going to be enough them. But that was alright. He would make a much better husband, anyway.

[kaytjohanna]

Grumpsnax Guidelines

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As a quick reminder, sashes have the base colour of the USHGE (Check the sheets if you're not sure), then have a trim/pattern of the colour which matches the jobs/roles your Unionyte or Grumpsnak would have! You could even have more than one and not belonging to the same USHGE, but maybe make sure to have the colours of the USHGEs they're involved with.

Here are the links as promised!

For the Different Positions and USHGEs - Hivesnax AU Roles/Jobs

For the TTRPG - Hivesnax TTRPG

For a Collab We did - Hivesnax Collab

And For the Current Contessal Hosts - Contessal Hosts

Check out more awesome posts and tag your creations with my username or #hivesnax au / #hivesnax I do not mind being tagged as long as it's not spam (this is tumblr I absolutely expect spam XD)

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@orb-the-watchman @moominmamma-time @studyingmoominvalley @azazel-embers @braverynight @/millymoon @andykitkatt @polysquad11 @fungusry @renguro-main and @averie-flickersnap for allowing me to use their Grumpsnax designs! They're all amazing people, please check them out!

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR 2 YEARS OF HIVESNAX CRAPPERY

AND IF YA STILL DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE HERE

HERE IS THE ENTIRE SERIES-- TAGS ARE SUPPLIED AS WARNINGS, I UPDATE WHENEVER I'M INSPIRED

GO AND ENJOY AND THANK YOU!

G'NIGHT

~ Kay

[god-infected]

Horror Girls & Perfume Associations

Irena Dubrovna (Cat People): "Something warm and living" Ciara by Revlon (neroli, ylang ylang, amber)

Thomasin (The Witch): "When I sleep my spirit slips away from my body and dances naked with The Devil" Spiritueuse Double Vanille by Guerlain (incense, bulgarian rose, vanilla, cedar) layered over Dirt by Demeter Fragrance

Carrie White (Carrie): "They're all gonna laugh at you!" Heaven Sent by Dana (apple blossom, lily of the valley, musk)

Contess Elizabeth Bathory (Daughters of Darkness): "Love is stronger than death... even than life." La Panthere by Cartier (dried fruits, strawberry, rhubarb, rose, oakmoss)

Edith Cushing (Crimson Peak): "Ghosts are real, that much I know. I've seen them all my life..." Rose Of No Man's Land by Byredo (turkish red rose, raspberry bloom, amber, pink pepper)

Lucille Sharpe (Crimson Peak): "The horror was for love" Criminal of Love by By Kilian (saffron, turkish rose, tobacco)

Anna (Possession): "I feel nothing for no-one!" Fidji Eau de Toilette by Guy Laroche (aldehydes, cloves, amber, rose, vetiver)

Rosaleen (The Company of the Wolves): "I'd never let a man strike me" Lolita Lempicka by Lolita Lempicka (vanilla, praline, licorice)

Sandie (Last Night in Soho): "I've been in a prison all my life"Chant d'Arômes Eau de Toilette by Guerlain (honeysuckle, ylang ylang, vanilla)

Helen (Candyman): "Your death will be a tale to frighten children, to make lovers cling closer in their rapture" Shalimar Eau de Parfum by Guerlain (bergamot, iris, vanilla)

[sunshyni]

Soda italiana

Jaehyun × Você Gênero: fluffy Contagem de palavras: 886 Notas: isso aqui foi baseado numa experiência verídica KKKK Recentemente descobri que não sei comer massa sem humilhar nove gerações de italianos. E soda italiana, apesar de ser uma bebida simples, é MUITO, MUITO boa! Daí eu já tava meio ablublubé das ideias com “Horizon” então resolvi unir as duas coisas. Avisos: como sempre faço, mostrei esse texto para o meu amor, @dreamwithlost, e pasmem, no dia seguinte ela sonhou com esse cenário KKKK Sonhar com o Jae é como estar no céu, slk 🥵 Os personagens estão na Sicília, na Itália, e eu ouvi muito “Summer of Love” do Shawn Mendes escrevendo isso, no mais, espero que gostem! Boa leitura, docinhos! 💙

Massa nunca foi seu prato preferido – porque embora “macarrão instantâneo” contesse literalmente a palavra “macarrão” no nome, você preferia não considerá-lo pertencente à categoria, claramente o insigne miojo era merecedor de uma categoria exclusiva – todavia em questão de segundos desde que o garçom entregou os pedidos, deixando a mesa sem se esquecer de desejar um “buon appetito” esganiçado, você passou de uma relação inofensiva para um relacionamento do mais genuíno furor, tudo isso porque você não tinha ideia de como se comia macarrão com polidez feito Jaehyun, que se alimentava tal qual uma pessoa da nobreza. Afinal de contas, pra que servia aquela colher mesmo?

Você sabia que ele estava falando, a julgar pelo movimento dos lábios que você identificou de esguelha pois seus olhos acompanhavam as mãos hábeis que seguravam os talheres com propriedade. Você se sentia um tanto quanto canhota, ou melhor, um bebê que estava tocando num garfo e colher pela primeira vez na qual os utensílios pareciam servir para qualquer coisa, menos para posicioná-los entre os dedos; numa perspectiva mais gentil consigo mesma, você era a Ariel, dessa forma não seria um completo espanto se você conduzisse o pequeno talher até os cabelos ensopados.

Jaehyun comprovou sua imersão nos seus próprios pensamentos condenatórios ao deslizar o singelo enfeite de flores do centro da mesa para o lado a fim de espiar seu prato intocado, como você não fez menção de levantar os olhos na direção das íris escuras, Jaehyun te chamou gentilmente.

E quando o fitou teve vontade de agradecer aquele mecanismo de defesa da pele chamado “bronzeamento”, o sol de Sicília era intenso e tórrido, mais do que suficiente para tornar as bochechas do Jeong purpúreas feito pedras de rubi e os lábios um tanto ressequidos, deixando-o com uma aparência ébria deliciosamente atraente, te roubando todo o juízo. O fato dele estar com as mechas úmidas caindo-lhe no rosto e a camisa ligeiramente aberta apenas piorava sua capacidade de pensar diligentemente, Jaehyun sabia a receita de como transformar seu cérebro num mingau cremoso de cor e salteado, foi por isso que você bebericou a soda italiana de framboesa numa tentativa de recuperar seus pensamentos liquefeitos, gostou da forma que as bolinhas da água com gás estouravam na língua como espumante, molhando-lhe a garganta.

— Yoonoh... — Você choramingou baixinho, saindo da bolha imaginária para finalmente presentear Jae com alguma reação que não fosse a total indiferença involuntária. Com frustração, você contemplou a água azul-turquesa límpida do mar Mediterrâneo que envolvia a região sul da ilha, o céu começando a adquirir um tom avermelhado, mesclando-se com o lilás das nuvens.

— Que foi? Você não gosta? — Seu namorado questionou, expressando confusão íntima, tentando falhamente identificar o que existia de errado com a refeição, dado que você nem encostara no prato e olhava para ele como se estivesse envenenado — Eu deveria ter te levado numa pizzaria, aqui eles te servem uma pizza inteira, não só uma fatia.

— Não é isso — Afundou a folhinha de hortelã que decorava sua bebida rosada com o canudo de inox — Não sei fazer o lance da colher.

— Lance da colher? — Jaehyun devolveu a pergunta, as covinhas lutando para não aparecerem nas bochechas rosáceas, tanto que ele até comprimiu os lábios para não rir, contudo lá estavam elas, realçando sua face um tantinho mais.

— Eu... — Você afastou a porcelana ainda quente, cruzando os braços sobre o tampo da mesa e inclinando-se um bocado para alcançá-lo do outro lado da mesa. Devagar, você admitiu num sibilo — Acho que desaprendi a usar talheres e eu não tô afim de enfurecer italianos de carteirinha, por mio Dio. Então, será que você poderia...

Yoonoh nem esperou você terminar sua sentença para posicionar a cadeira ao seu lado e afastar uma mecha de cabelo solto com a pontinha do indicador, ajeitando-a atrás da orelha, só então ele se permitiu abrir um sorriso esplêndido na boca perfeita.

— Eu devia ter uns cinco anos quando comi espaguete pela primeira vez num restaurante — Ele pegou emprestado o seu garfo, começando a enrolar a massa com o auxílio das extremidades do prato, os olhos dele estavam concentrados no movimento espiral que fazia com o utensílio, todavia os seus não conseguiam parar de acompanhar cada mínimo detalhe do homem a sua frente, desde os lábios meio curvados enquanto articulava, até a clavícula um tanto exposta graças aos botões fora de suas casas — Molho de tomate espirrou para todas as direções, parecia cena de crime.

Você sorriu pequeno, achando graça quando ele pôs o garfo com cuidado na sua boca, te alimentando, no mesmo instante você cobriu o rosto com a palma da mão à medida que testemunhava uma plena explosão de sabores e o Jeong recostou-se no espaldar da cadeira fechando os olhos envergonhado.

— Vontade de vomitar? — Jaehyun arriscou descerrar um dos olhos, vermelho, dessa vez de embaraço.

— Fofo — Você riu, imitando os passos do seu namorado para fazê-lo desfrutar da massa apetitosa, Jaehyun simplesmente foi incapaz de conter o gemido rouco que deixou seu corpo quando a iguaria quente entrou em contato com a língua morna, você se suavizou, inflada de orgulho pelo seu aprendizado.

— Tá vendo? — Inquiriu Jae, contornando sua cadeira com o braço direito para depositar um beijo casto nos seus lábios aveludados — Nem precisou da colher.

[petaltexturedskies]

I feel (for myself individually) that I want to live by the spirit of Love-love all things. See into things so deeply and truly that one loves. That does not rule out hate, far from it. I mean it doesn't rule out anger. But I contess I only feel that I am doing right when I am living by love. I don't mean a personal love—you know—but— the big thing. Why should one love? No reason; it's just a mystery. But it is like light. I can only truly see things in its rays. That is vague enough, isn't it? I do think one must (we must) have some big thing to live by,

Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to Richard Murry, written c. February 1920

[wonder-worker]

Writers who knew [Marie of France Countess of Champagne] depicted her in several guises. For Chrétien de Troyes, the most elusive of contemporary writers, she was an assertive patron of romances, dictating for example the subject and meaning of the Lancelot tale. The mischievous Andreas Capellanus, who was close to Marie in the mid-1180s, drew a highly entertaining parody of Marie and the prominent women of her milieu resolving the conundrums of amatory conduct in “courts of love,” in the manner of modern advice columnists. In Hugh of Oisy’s musical performance, Marie cut a fine figure as a combatant in a tournament of elite women. It is striking how in three quite distinctive imaginative works written in the 1180s, Marie appears as an author of an Arthurian romance, a judge at a court of love, and a participant in a tournament mêlée.

Others who knew Marie well in the 1180s and 1190s remarked different aspects of her character. The Eructavit poet noted her penchant for the trappings of wealth, and addressing her directly during a performance of his religious drama, chastised her for her “largesse and lavish expenses.” [Canon] Evrat, on the other hand, a resident canon of St-Étienne who observed Marie closely in the 1190s, stressed her spiritual and moral character. Seeking to understand the deep meaning of the scriptures, he wrote, she provided him a copy of Genesis to translate into the vernacular and annotate with the findings of the latest “academic” studies. In an epilogue added after her death, Evrat penned a eulogy praising her largesse and renown, and comparing her, la gentis contesse Marie, to the three biblical Marys—“she would be the fourth.”

An entirely different side of Marie was captured by Marie’s court stenographers, William (1181–87) and Theodoric (1190–97), who made verbatim transcripts of her comments and directives while observing her deal with the practical affairs of governance: assigning revenues (“I assigned 100s. on the entry tax on wine”), resolving disputes at court (“resolved in my presence in this manner”), confirming prior transactions (“I approved this act”), registering acts done at court (“done in my presence”), consenting to feudal alienations (“I approved because it was my fief”), founding chaplaincies (“for Geoffroy, count of Brittany, my brother”), and establishing endowments (“for the anniversary of my lord and husband, Count Henry”). All of that was “done in public,” usually in the presence of her officers and witnesses. It was precisely in her capacity as ruling countess of Champagne that she continued Henry the Liberal’s example of performing in public as prince of his principality. Having observed Henry at court—just as Henry, while a very young man, had observed the conduct of his father, which earned him the reputation as the “good” Count Thibaut—Marie understood that the comital court, as the core institution of the principality, demanded her active participation, and she paid close attention to the great and the minor issues presented there for her disposition.

It should be emphasized that Henry the Liberal’s principality was only three decades old when Marie became regent in 1181, and the primary comital residence and chapel in Troyes were barely twenty years old, not yet fully implanted as the seat of a new territorial state and mausoleum of a princely lineage. Marie’s task was to preserve the principality and its institutions intact, and to assure the continuity of the lineage. And that she did. Evrat sensed both the precarious nature of her rule and her achievement in holding a firm hand on the levers of comital authority, especially during those anomalous years of the 1190s: “Well did she protect and govern the land / letting nothing slip from her hand, / she was gracious, wise, valiant, and courageous.” By all accounts, Marie projected a complex, forceful, and captivating character, one that proved a worthy counterpart to the compelling personality of Henry the Liberal. [Canon Evrat rendered homage to her in the epilogue of his Genesis translation: 'She had the heart of a man and the body of a woman'].

-Theodore Evergates, "Marie of France Countess of Champagne, 1145-1198"