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kinokoshoujoart · 6 months ago

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CORRECT TAGS‼️‼️‼️‼️ @rn0na-lizard you are so so so correct….. my favorite ‘Normal Girl’ in hmds…….i almost never see anyone talk about these aspects of her let alone also love her for them as they should.

i feel like Leona/ DS lumina gets mischaracterized super often which is understandable bc out of all the DS candidates leona is the least like her ancestor (who i also love, for different reasons).

in AWL lumina was the only kid in the valley for a very long time, but many of the DS residents have lived in the valley their whole lives. while lumina had accepted her role as a proper young heiress by chapter 3 of AWL— and when DS begins Leona already at this point of her life— lumina still had a lingering sense of uncertainty and angst and loneliness and doubt, and unresolved worries about her parents. absolutely none of this is present with leona

in this world leona starts with Lumina’s 22 year old appearance, she’s just rich as hell and living her best life (as she deserves), she’s unabashedly shallow, puts herself first always, speaks so politely and affably yet she can be so casually cruel in the most genuine cute way and out of touch with reality and and i fucking love her and i’d die for her. my beloved girlboss girlkeep girlypop

more iconic Leona Moments

when muu/muffy asks for beauty advice leona’s recommendation is “this brand of mail order beauty cream is simply divine! and it was quite inexpensive too, just 100,000 G 🥰” everyone else looks uncomfortable and muu is like “you’re as frivolous as always….”

aside from the 3 who take literally half your money (Witch💖, moi, and thomas) leona and panama (romana) take the most money from you if they carry you home when you faint. just a couple of girl bosses holding on to their girlpire (btw shout out to sebastian, the only resident in the entire valley who carries you home for free)

neither panama nor leona attend the harvest festival, they send sebastian there by himself to test the food first lmao (if you poison it like the witch they’re harboring on their property requires you to do, sebastian is just like “i can’t serve this to Mistress Panama…”)

once again sebastian attacks mukumuku for her sake, this time not to make her a paintbrush but she told him to get her the best slippers and this was apparently the easiest way. sebastian gets fucking mauled btw

leona has hands down the best romance route in hmds. all her scenes are incredible but god the slow burn friends to lovers with your DVD player….

in her purple heart event she shows up at your house because she heard you have a DVD player, asks you to show her how it works, and then just leaves after she’s done playing with it

in her yellow heart event she has sebastian fetch van so she can buy a DVD player for herself but van’s like “i’m so sorry …. Pete… bought the last one….”

leona is so unable to stomach the idea of other people having things she doesn’t that she starts to cry and the only way to placate her is to tell her she can go to your house anytime she wants just so she can use your DVD player. that’s not a setup to a budding romance that’s her final heart event

it’s the most incredible romance arc in the world like girl you have infinite money you can just. buy a DVD player somewhere else?? “i want to watch DVDs at my house just like you!” leona you have three entire bedrooms

“rich girl love interest who has everything except love, win her heart by having genuine conversation with her”: done to death, tired, i don’t have time for that

“rich girl love interest who has everything except a fucking DVD player, win her heart by giving her expensive stuff and ‘relax tea’ and access to your DVD player”: audacious, intriguing, never been done before, innovative

if you deny her god-given right to access your DVD player she is like “Is that so……………Just let me be alone for a little bit.” incredible tragedy i understand. take as much time as you need to grieve darling

oh but her first heart event asks you to pick a side in an argument she’s having with panama and the correct answer is to say “sebastian is the one who’s wrong” (sebastian has said nothing wrong this whole time and yet both of them have just been yelling at him to shut up)

and her blue heart event is “help me find this heirloom necklace… boohoo…” and when you find it she’s like “perfect! now grandma won’t get mad at me. hmm, you seem pretty dependable…♡” augh she’s way too good at this…….!!! i’ll do anything for you!

when you propose she says “of course, i always dreamed of having a romance and a wedding♡” and says nothing abt how she feels about you <3

also if you marry her, once a week she goes to hang out at her ex love interest’s place for 6 hours straight and comes home saying “whew… i had so much fun that i must have lost track of time… i’ll hurry on home”

if you marry another girl she starts flirting with you like “I’m so envious of your wife, having such a fine husband… Pete.” (or whatever your name is)

i’ve become obsessed with her and romeo’s horrible trainwreck soap opera marriage since replaying cute in jp… it’s SO… i have so much to say about them that it should be its own post but i’ll just give the cliffnotes

shotgun wedding vibes. romeo is surprised by his own wedding. they’re childhood friends but he himself has never considered marrying her. her words to him at their wedding are “Make me happy♡” (command)

she understandably can’t stand his terrible table manners or his clothes or anything about him (except that she wants to watch him surf and have his child. but he instead walks in circles all day. coward) and he’s both really good at accidentally stepping on landmines and just ever so slightly majorly terrified of her after marriage (“but surely her angry outbursts are just her way of showing love hahahahaha” you’re going to die. she’s going to kill you). the only positive things they say about their marriage are extremely shallow. they can’t communicate with each other because romeo always says the Dumbest Shit obliviously and leona always responds by cutting him out of her life forever!!!!!! (for 5 seconds) while he has no idea what happened

they are both so melodramatic and they both just do nothing except make each other worse and run away from each other and push each other away but they can’t escape each other. neither of them ever has to grow or change if they marry each other because an elderly overworked man is sustaining both of their existences and neither of them can take care of themselves and i love them your honor

also romeo’s first crush as a kid was apparently her mom, and if leona falls for YOU she flirts by mentioning that sebastian says you look like the spitting image of her dead father. dear fucking god

they’re the epitome of “You're both just enabling each other's mental illnesses. You're both perfect for each other. Never change. Just never involve anybody else in what you've got going on.”

romeo really does feel like her stupid lackey. like the karen to her regina. they even had this dynamic in the games they played as kids… she was the Harvest Goddess and he was Servant A/Minion A (they might still be playing this game as adults…he calls her lady/mistress sometimes after marriage…)

btw leona’s best friend (wife) marivia is also just as… there’s an event where they just gossip about all the mineral town ppl and marivia says ann would win a gluttony contest and they both giggle

there’s also an event where marivia casually walks into Witch’s hut and just interviews her so she can write her into a novel. witch is left completely drained by this exchange. leona and marivia both are so chill about the horrible cruel villainess living in leona’s shed who wants the town poisoned and rewards you for killing animals and hurting yourself and is putting curses on everyone (and they’re right. she’s never done anything wrong in her life)

#i also feel like leona and marivia summoned Witch (just girlypop things summoning hot evil ladies from hell)#i’m a marivia x leona x witch truther. the evidence is out there. evil yuri triad (real)#i also love to believe that witch is fucking with all the rival couples in the valley but ESPECIALLY romeo x leona #since she’s petty about her crush (leona) choosing the village idiot of all people #she can’t affect gustafa and nami because gustafa is like a garden gnome type that wards away evil #leona would make coquette edits of phantom skye/steiner #man i really have a lot of overlapping ships but i just like thinking about everyone together in some way #marivia was interviewing witch for a girls love leona x witch sequel in that series she wrote that has the main character based on leona #(this was revealed to me in a dream)#bokumono #harvest moon ds #hmds #harvest moon #story of seasons #hmds leona #hmds lumina #i’m sorry for going ham about your tags i promise i’m normal #^_−☆#hmds cute #i feel like everyone collectively forgot what hmds was like which is understandable because it’s a fever dream #or maybe we misremembered it from our childhoods #but replaying the girl and boy versions in english and japanese has really refreshed my views on the characters #i have so much to say about everyone mostly the rival couples #love the dysfunction and bad vibes in this game #poisoned water supply type of townsfolk #girls hour (meet up in the mines to beat each other up and slaughter various animals and humanoids to eat)#it’s such an evil game #haunted by natsume malware ghosts

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superfluouskeys · 9 months ago

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wip whenever ♥

thank you so much @thevikingwoman for the tag!!

i've been pretty busy/just barely not burned out so I haven't been able to write anything new recently BUT this is a perfect excuse to share more of original thing! this is a reasonable organizational system right

part 1 || part 2

sorryyyyy i am once again doing a cop out and saying anyone who wants to pls share your wips and tag me!

Although she knows it’s for nothing, Tamsin still tries her best to sneak back into the house with care. She imagines, perhaps fancifully, that Mrs. Burkow will take more kindly to the situation if she is awoken gently than if she starts out already angry with Tamsin.

Terror grips her heart afresh, however, when she sees a light coming from the sitting room, and knows full well that she did not leave it burning.

Tamsin leads the way around the corner to where the wall sconce burns a deceptive invitation. Mrs. Burkow is sitting in her usual chair with her knitting in her lap. The soft click-click-click of the needles might as well be the only sound in the world.

“All finished with your business?” she asks coldly.

“Mother—“ Tamsin tries.

“You did a fine job of it, too,” Mrs Burkow ignores her. “Must have taken you a long while to clean the kitchen up all nice so I’d wake up and think, ‘oh, what a good and grateful daughter I have.’ I do hope it didn’t interfere in your plans.”

For the second time in one night, Tamsin’s limbs begin to go numb with fear. “I didn’t mean…”

“Did you catch a glimpse of your precious witch, Tamsin?” Mrs. Burkow sneers. “Was it worth the trouble?”

“Shall I assume you are referring to me?” Althea speaks up.

Tamsin startles. The click-click-click of Mrs. Burkow’s needles comes to an abrupt halt.

Althea pulls back the hood of her heavy cloak. Even in the warm light from the sconce, she looks deathly pale, and this is only accentuated by the striking darkness of her hair. Her hair is so dark it is almost black, but the sconce’s light reveals its subtle highlights. She wears it in an old-fashioned style, a long, heavy plait that spills over her shoulder without the aid of the cloak’s hood. Her eyes are more blue than grey in this light, and her lips are drawn into a thin smile.

For the first time, Tamsin can fully appreciate the sharpness of Althea’s features, the cut of her jaw, the high cheekbones, the slightly hooked angle of her nose. Tamsin considers that Althea really does look like a witch, if one were to attempt to approximate such a fantasy. At the moment, Tamsin can’t decide whether this is a good thing or a bad thing—namely, whether Althea’s looks alone will inspire fear or fury in Mrs. Burkow.

“And who might you be?” Mrs. Burkow asks. Her tone is somewhere between the false sweetness she affects with strangers and the barely-restrained hostility Tamsin knows best.

Althea affords her the same regal greeting she gave Tamsin. She brings a hand to her heart and curtseys low. “Keeper Althea Blackthorne, at your service.”

Mrs. Burkow stands slowly, as though entirely against her will. “Gods preserve us,” she murmurs. Her gaze flickers to Tamsin, cold accusation in her eyes. “What have you done, you stupid girl?”

Tamsin cowers on instinct. Althea doesn’t miss a beat, but she steps forward slightly, as though placing herself between Tamsin and Mrs. Burkow.

“I pray you’ll forgive the intrusion,” says Althea, as though the atmosphere were perfectly friendly, “particularly at this late hour, but I’m afraid the matter I have to discuss with you cannot wait even until morning.”

Mrs. Burkow laughs breathlessly. “And what matter could that possibly be?”

Althea inclines her head subtly, a lightning-fast and near-imperceptible observation. “Perhaps you’d like to sit down?” she suggests kindly. “This may come as quite a shock.”

But apparently Althea’s status as a witch prevails over Mrs. Burkow’s usual need to play at social nicety. “I’ll stay standing, and so will you, thank you very much,” she points an accusing finger. It is strange to notice that her hand is trembling. “Say what you have to say, if it’s so urgent.”

“Very well,” says Althea, unfazed. “Your Tamsin is possessed of the Gift. At least, that is the parlance I would use. Here in your Gods place, I expect you might call her a witch.”

Mrs. Burkow throws down her knitting. “You dare come into my house and speak such nonsense?” she blusters. “What proof do you have? What nerve!”

Althea holds out her hands, still unbothered by Mrs. Burkow’s display. “I mean no offense,” she says. “I only wish to demonstrate the urgency of this matter. Tamsin cannot stay here. I have seen with my own eyes what will become of her.”

“Horrid old bat!” Mrs. Burkow shrieks. She is trembling all over now. “You won’t do this to me! She has a future!” She jabs her finger in Tamsin’s direction. “She’ll be married to a nobleman on the weekend! You can’t do this to me!”

This, of all things, seems to surprise Althea. She turns to look at Tamsin. “Married?” she wonders. “Forgive me, but aren’t you a bit young?”

Again Tamsin gets the feeling she had when Althea first appeared before her in Teddy’s barn. Althea must be an angel, sent by the gods to save her from her miserable fate. If Tamsin is not dreaming, then this is the only other explanation.

Mrs. Burkow scoffs. “And how would you know? You come in here with your crooked ideas meaning to tear this town apart, and you want to claim you know best about everything? A fine trick. Seeking out a girl stupid enough to believe a word you say.”

Althea returns her attention to Mrs. Burkow. Her serene exterior remains undisrupted, but her words are carefully chosen. “I think I’ll have to insist that you not cast aspersions upon the intelligence of my student,” she says. “You’ll understand that such things can be most detrimental to the learning process, and there is so very much to learn, you see.”

Mrs Burkow laughs coldly. “Oh, I might’ve known. Sure, play the kindly savior if you must. But just you remember—“ and this she directs to Tamsin. “Remember who took you in off the streets. Remember who put a roof over your head, who fed and clothed and washed you. Remember who has always protected you from harm, always!”

Mrs. Burkow is angry, but there is a note of sorrow in her voice, too, and her eyes are shining with unshed tears. “You may not like it, Tamsin, but I am looking out for you. What do you know about this woman? Are you really going to throw your life away like this?”

Tamsin averts her gaze, so deeply ashamed that she thinks she might weep.

“Please, there’s no need for dramatics,” says Althea. “And frankly, there’s not much of a choice. The Gift will not be denied, not for long. If you are truly looking out for your daughter, you will see reason. Do you want to see her put to the flame?”

“Oh, you wretched thing!” Mrs. Burkow cries. “Who’s to say you’re even telling the truth at all? How can Tamsin be magical? She’s nothing! A nameless orphan left to die on a church doorstep. It’s cruel, filling her head with false ideas like this. The sooner she accepts who she is, the sooner she’ll see how good she has it.”

Tamsin can feel Althea’s eyes on her, and her shame only grows. She feels hot tears upon her cheeks and ducks her head low in a vain attempt to hide them. If this is a dream, she hopes she can finally wake up now. Of course she isn’t special. Of course she doesn’t have any kind of Gift. She knew this from the beginning. What could Althea possibly have to gain by humiliating her like this?

“Please,” Tamsin murmurs. “Please just go. Whatever you saw in me, it must have been a mistake. I don’t want to waste your time.”

“You heard the girl,” Mrs. Burkow crows.

Althea looks from Tamsin to Mrs. Burkow and back, quiet and contemplative.

“I assure you,” says Althea carefully, “my eyes do not deceive me. Tamsin has the Gift, make no mistake, and so my directive is clear. I cannot allow her to remain here.”

Tamsin looks up, stunned. Mrs. Burkow, too, is cowed into silence.

“She will come with me willingly, or she will come with me by force,” says Althea. “Obviously I would prefer the former.”

Mrs. Burkow lunges. Tamsin screams. But the confrontation is over before it begins. Althea curls her fingers, and Mrs. Burkow is suspended in just the same way as Teddy Page, as though held up by invisible ropes emanating from Althea’s hands.

“Likewise,” Althea continues, as though nothing at all had happened since last she spoke, “you may cooperate, or remain incapacitated until Tamsin is gone. I expect you would prefer the chance to say goodbye to your ward?”

Mrs. Burkow watches her with wide, furious eyes. But eventually, near-imperceptibly, she nods. Althea lets her go, and she crumbles to the floor.

“I’m so glad that’s settled,” says Althea lightly. She turns her attention to Tamsin. “Now, there isn’t much time for goodbyes, so I suggest you choose wisely. You won’t need much for the trip, and nearly everything will be provided for you once we reach the Academy. Pack as you please, but I beg your consideration. I’m afraid you’ll have to share my horse until we reach the next town.”

Tamsin glances uncertainly between Althea and Mrs. Burkow, who is still recovering on the floor. Everything is happening so fast, and she herself still hasn’t fully accepted the truth of Althea’s words.

“It really is true, then?” Tamsin asks her.

Mrs. Burkow speaks, her voice low and cruel. “Sell you into slavery, like as not, you stupid child.”

This, of all things, elicits a crack in Althea’s composure. She raises her eyebrows subtly, somewhat taken aback by Mrs. Burkow’s accusation. “I confess,” she says, “I hope you’ll be so kind as to regale me with the kinds of stories your people tell about the Memory-keepers.”

It feels like a joke. On any other day, perhaps Tamsin could have found it in her heart to laugh.

“Is there anyone you’ll want to say goodbye to before we set off?” Althea prompts her kindly. “The hour is late, but you’ll be gone a long time, and so I’m certain your friends will understand.”

Tamsin picks at her skirt self-consciously. Part of her wants to say no, that nobody will even miss her, that even Mrs. Burkow is only sour about losing her scullery maid. But if this really is happening, if she really is leaving, then there is one person she ought to talk to first.

“Well,” says Tamsin, “I suppose I’ll have to break off my engagement.”

Mrs. Burkow lets out a wail of genuine sorrow. “Oh, you wretched girl! You wretched, horrible thing! You’re happy to do it, aren’t you? You’re happy to do this to me!”

Althea glances in Mrs. Burkow’s direction. “Shall I give you two a moment alone?”

“No,” Tamsin replies quickly. Then, quietly, “Please don’t.”

She doesn’t know what will happen if Althea leaves. She cannot imagine what Mrs. Burkow will say. But more importantly, she fears that the second Althea slips from her sight, she will disappear forever, and Tamsin will be left here in her miserable reality, with nothing but a foolish dream for company.

Althea nods her understanding, and she keeps watch over Mrs. Burkow while Tamsin packs. Tamsin can hear Althea trying to comfort Mrs. Burkow, but of course everything she says only makes it worse. At one point, Mrs. Burkow starts complaining that Tamsin is stealing from her, to which Althea implores that she be reasonable, that surely a loving mother wouldn’t send her daughter out into the cold night air without so much as a jacket.

A part of Tamsin still twists uncomfortably each time Althea speaks. The idea that she is leaving this place, that it no longer matters how upset Mrs. Burkow might be, still seems unfathomable to Tamsin.

Still, there isn’t much for Tamsin to pack. There isn’t much she wants to take. She brushes out her hair and ties it back again, more to calm herself than anything. She puts on a pair of trousers under her skirt, remembering Althea mentioned a horse, and packs a change of clothes into her bag, along with a few things from the kitchen that will keep for a few days. She’s never been out of Godsplace, and has no idea how far the next town is, or what traveling actually entails.

“All set?” says Althea.

Mrs. Burkow has not worked her way up off the floor. Tamsin approaches, meaning to help her up.

“Don’t touch me, you wretched thing,” Mrs. Burkow spits.

Tamsin picks at the strap of her bag. She feels a little sorry for Mrs. Burkow, in spite of everything. “Aren’t you going to say goodbye?” she asks quietly.

“Good riddance,” says Mrs. Burkow. “You’ll be lucky if you survive the night.”

Tamsin backs away, strangely hurt, even though it’s hardly the cruelest thing Mrs. Burkow has said this evening alone. “I suppose I’m all set, then,” she says, in the general direction of the floor.

Althea pats her shoulder gently, surprising Tamsin into looking up. But Althea is only urging her forward, and Tamsin is only too eager to take her leave of this place.

It’s gotten colder since they arrived, but Tamsin sucks in a deep breath, relishing the burn in her lungs.

“So,” says Althea, tucking her heavy braid back beneath the hood of her cloak, “where is this, ah…fiancé of yours?”

Tamsin remembers with sudden fondness what Althea had said earlier, and her spirits lift considerably. “It’s a bit of a walk, I’m afraid,” she says. “It’s not about the marriage, though, if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s just that we’re friends. I think he might be the only person who’ll even notice I’m gone.”

“It’s no matter either way,” says Althea. “If you lived somewhere a bit less…archaic, I could afford you more time. But I doubt your would-be assailant will keep his peace. If you’re accused of witchcraft, things could…escalate, shall we say.”

“You think I’d be put to the flame that quickly?” Tamsin asks, gripping the strap of her bag tightly.

“Oh, goodness, no!” says Althea. “I’d never allow it. But it would be best to avoid antagonizing the whole town all at once, don’t you think?”

Not for the first time this evening, Tamsin is stricken by a profound feeling of security. She knows she has no reason to trust Althea, and yet in the brief course of their acquaintance, Althea has done nothing but save her, over and over and over again.

“I owe you my thanks,” says Tamsin. “In fact, I think it’s a debt I can never really repay. I can’t help but feel you’ve saved me a hundred times over, just in this one night.”

Althea affords her a flash of that soft, subtle smile, but she seems otherwise largely unaffected by Tamsin’s outpouring of emotion. “Rest assured, you owe me no debt,” she says pleasantly. “It is nothing short of my sworn duty to seek out and aid young ladies possessed of the Gift on their journey to the Academy. If anything, I failed the young lady in your Town Square earlier today, and I am the one who owes a debt.”

Tamsin shivers involuntarily at the memory. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a young girl is still screaming. “I don’t think you should hold yourself responsible for that,” she says. “You’d go mad with grief if you tried.”

“I saw you in the Square,” says Althea. “The young man you were walking with, is that the one we’re visiting?”

“Mhm,” says Tamsin. “He’s from a noble family. That’s why Mrs. Burkow—I mean, my mother, was so upset, I think.”

“Forgive me if I belabor the issue, but are you not a bit young to be married off?” Althea wonders.

Tamsin almost laughs. “I’m grateful you said so, because it’s what I thought, too. It’s common for girls of noble birth to have their marriages arranged early, and then the wedding doesn’t happen until they’re sixteen or seventeen, but I’m a nobody. I never thought I’d have to worry about that.”

“So you’ve said,” says Althea thoughtfully. “You don’t know when you were born, then?”

Tamsin shrugs. “Sometime in the summer. That’s when the Burkows found me.”

“I see,” says Althea. “So, sixteen, then? Since the wedding was to be this weekend.”

“Oh. Yes, sixteen,” says Tamsin, embarrassed that she hadn’t understood Althea’s question more quickly. “Will I be…I mean, when do people usually…?”

“Usually sometime in the teen years, fifteen to sixteen being the most common,” says Althea.

“There’ll be others just starting, then?” Tamsin wonders hopefully.

Althea hesitates. “Yours is a…small class,” she says carefully.

“Oh,” Tamsin’s hopes deflate. “Is that…unusual?”

Another long pause. “Somewhat unusual, yes.”

When Althea does not elaborate, Tamsin decides to drop the issue for the moment. She can’t imagine why the number of girls starting at the Academy would be a sensitive subject, but then again, she knows next to nothing about Althea’s world. Perhaps there are any number of sensitive subjects she’ll have to learn to watch out for.

#exciting tag for writing things #personal #it's fun rereading this bc i wrote it in a fever dream several months ago so i've forgotten some stuff LOL #fresh and new content to my addled brain #maybe soon i can devote some more time to continuing it #but since i did it for nano there's a lot to draw from for sharing purposes

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