Newt and Tina don’t have much respect at all for each other until they’re arrested. Tina thinks Newt’s an incompetent lying criminal who’ll do anything to keep out of the reach of the law, and Newt thinks Tina’s a close-minded heartless cop.
Tina’s the first to bend starting from the minute he starts to plead for his creatures, not for himself, and she completely revises her opinion of him when she sees how utterly shocked he gets when GrindelGraves calls the dead girl’s Obscurus “useless”.
Newt starts to get some cognitive dissonance when Tina takes him to her house, feeds him a proper meal, and even gives him hot cocoa, but he doesn’t let it sink in until she’s about to be executed. The pool lets him see that she’s just as fragile a human as he is with a big heart, even if it’s normally hidden behind stiff walls.
The Jung Mansion was always the subject of mystery and legends, so when the opportunity to work as a housekeeper for the enigmatic owner, Mr Byun, there was no hesitation for you to apply. But what happens when Mr Byun takes a liking to you, consequently revealing the cursed and tragic secrets hidden within the ancient walls.
I belong in a gothic castle full of winding staircases, endless candlelit corridors, and the dead bodies of mysterious strangers hidden behind the walls; I belong in a gothic castle with elaborate skeleton keys to every room, a wardrobe full of satin and lace nightgowns, a canopy bed full of cobwebs; I belong in a gothic castle where a handsome, devilish stranger loves me, loves me not, loves me; I belong in a gothic castle
The Amityville Ghost - In the early morning hours of 13 November, 1974, 23-year-old Ronald DeFeo Jr systematically shot and killed his father, mother, and his four siblings, as they slept in their beds of their Amityville, Long Island, New York home. During his trial, he claimed that he had killed his family in self-defence because he had heard their voices plotting to kill him. But the story doesn’t end there: In December 1975, the Lutz family purchased the house and over the course of 28 days, they claimed they were plagued and terrorised by paranormal phenomena while living there, before fleeing the property. Some such claims included green slime running from the walls, hidden rooms, images of half headed demons, a demonic pig, as well as mysterious welts and wounds appearing out of nowhere. After the family fled the macabre home, they called in investigators which was when the photograph above was snapped, apparently showing a ghost of a little boy peering out from behind the door; many believe it to be the ghost of 9-year-old John Matthew DeFeo. Whether the truth in this haunting case was stretched or even a hoax all together, it still remains one of the most sensationalised ghost stories worldwide, even inspiring multiple books and movies.
I think it’s really neat how the original trilogy lawyers and the new trilogy lawyers think about secrets differently.
On one hand, you have Phoenix and Edgeworth. To them, secrets are an item, kept in a box and locked within your heart. In order to figure out what it is, you have to locate the box, find the key, and unlock it. Whether that’s with evidence and bluffing (psyche-locks) or logic and contradictions (logic chess) you use concrete details to unlock the truth.
On the other hand, there’s Apollo and Athena. They view secrets as a feeling, hidden behind a wall. Something that you repress but still seeps through, however small. They use more subjective tactics based on psychology and an understanding of people as emotional beings. They find the cracks in the wall, and they knock the wall down. Perception finds where the nervousness slips through, and the Mood Matrix sees a person’s emotions as they truly are, not as they intend them to be.
I haven’t quite worked out how this relates to their characterization and worldview yet, but I know it makes sense in Edgeworth’s case, having been raised in a household where emotions were a weakness, evidence was everything, and logic and perfection always ruled.
The floor tends to get really cold in this house. (Another G/T short story)
Max very rarely held Sam, for he was a very shy and nervous borrower. Like mentionned in another story, it took her a long time to gain his trust, to simply get him to show himself and talk to her. Ever since they became ‘’friends’’, Sam only agreed to be held to reach some places quicker, and only if he had no other idea how to reach said place…
Tonight however, something changed.
It was a surprisingly cold night, and it’s not like Sam had a really warm bed… A bit of fluff, a piece of blanket given by Max, and two stolen hand towels hidden in a wall. It was all he had. But as he was struggling to fall asleep despite the temperature, he was bothered by the sound of the humans’ TV.
‘’Max? What is she doing awake at this hour?’’ Sam thought, once he finally came out of the wall, and caught the human girl watching TV in the dark living room.
Watching her suddenly reminded him how warm her hands could be, the few times she picked him up… A thought that surprised him, really. It was the first time he actually wanted to be held. After all… he was so tired, and freezing…
‘’Um… he… hello!…’’ He called out, deciding himself to approach.
She looked down at him, and a friendly smile lit up her face. She didn’t speak though, fearing to wake her roomate up, but gave a small wave instead.
‘’So… can’t sleep?’’ He continued, reaching the couch. He was walking very slowly… seemingly embarrassed by the question he was about to ask.
As Max shook her head sadly, Sam cleared his throat.
‘’Could you uh… c-could you pick me up? Please?’’
The human blinked a few times in surprise, and frowned in confusion. ‘’Why?’’ She whispered.
‘’Because… I’d like to watch… TV. With you. Yeah… I can’t sleep either.’’
Shrugging after a moment, she lowered herslef on the couch to reach down for him, presenting her hand and now towering above him. ‘’Sure.’’
He smiled up at her as a ‘thank you’, and climbed into the soft, cushiony… cold hand. Yes it was… a lot colder than he remembered… She was freezing too, clearly.
After raising him carefully onto the couch, Max noticed his disappointed expression, and understood what he really wanted… And so carfully again, and to Sam’s confusion, she set him down on a pillow, and started to rub her hands together.
‘’Hey- w-what are you doing?…’’
She didn’t answer, and kept rubbing her hands, blowing into them… all to warm them up quickly. And once she was satisfied, she softly wrapped her hands around the borrower, feeling the small cold body flinching, and finally relaxing, slowly absorbing the warmth of the palms.
Sam let out a sigh. Although he was still nervous about a human holding him, the warmth was so comfortable, inviting. And he was so tired, he didn’t want to struggle out of it! He pressed himself against the warm skin, and shut his eyes. ‘’It’s okay… She wouldn’t hurt me, would she?… She could have killed me a long time ago if she wanted. Just relax for now… I’m sure it’ll be okay, as long as I don’t fall asleep…’’ He thought to himself.
So Max kept him in her hands, as he sleepily tried to stay awake and watch TV with her. But of course, eventually, he started dozing off, and fell asleep.
(Please do tell me your opinions on my short stories, i want to be a better writter. Also, should i make a part 2?)
So this picture has been floating around alongside some speculations that Sara might be causing Yuuri whatever trouble.
But I highly doubt that.
Sara might be the girl Yuuri talked about in episode 4 and, if I remember right, Yuuri spoke of how she had been a little… intrusive in the past, but all with the view to comforting him in a difficult situation. So, even though she might have made him uncomfortable, she had good intentions.
I’m thinking there is something similar here.
At the end of episode 8, there was a frame showing that Sara heard about the whole deal with Makkachin, as she was hidden behind a nearby wall. So, maybe, she is trying to comfort Yuuri like in the past. But we know that did not work out well at the time, and it probably will not now, either. The look on Yuuri’s face seems to express being uncomfortable, not threatened or angry or anything else. Maybe Sara unknowingly overstepped some boundaries even though she only wanted to help.
Yoongi’s stuff was fucking everywhere. Why the fuck would an angel even have all this stuff? And why the hell was it all in his apartment? Namjoon cursed under his breath, tossing aside a pair of Adidas cluttering the entrance.
“Hey,” Yoongi mumbled from behind him out of thin air, making Namjoon jump,”Don’t throw my stuff.”
“Don’t leave it around. I nearly tripped,” Namjoon shot back, spinning to face his so-called guardian angel.
“You don’t need any help doing that,” Yoongi scoffed. He was leaning against the wall, wings hidden by whatever magic, making him look perfectly human.
“You have got to be the worst guardian angel ever,” Namjoon whined, “It’s pointless. Seriously pointless.”
Yoongi pushed himself off the wall, “You don’t know how many times I’ve saved your ass. You just didn’t see me.”
“Talk is cheap,” Namjoon quipped, but he started to question himself. He hadn’t been the most graceful person, and there was more than one occasion where he had thought to himself Fuck. I could’ve died.
“Whatever,” Yoongi shrugged, “Just don’t touch my stuff.”
“But why is it here?” Namjoon gestured broadly at the five Chinpira jackets draped over the back of his sofa.
“What do you mean? I’m your guardian angel. Where else would it be?” Yoongi furrowed his brow, looking at Namjoon like he was stupid. Namjoon tried to come up with an answer, but it was just so fucking ridiculous he didn’t know what to say. And now he had to figure out how to deal with his impromptu, mythical roommate in a studio apartment in Seoul.
Pukwudgie: The heart is fabled to be as deep as the ocean and hide many secrets, so I like to believe that of all the Ilvermorny houses, Pukwudgie is the most secretive. The Pukwudgie commons would be like a shadowy cathedral with candles that float and move around. There is a large shelf-area that has cures but also poisons- all of which were created by students. The Pukwudgie commons would smell like frankincense incense.
Thunderbird: The soul is known to be a free spirit in the cage of the person, so I like to believe that Thunderbirds bend the rules a lot- making them the first to challenge authority when something questionable happens. The Thunderbird commons would be warm, spacious, and cozy. There would be a lot of hidden doors along the walls that lead to secret rooms that students can explore or use for a quiet place to study. The Thunderbird commons would smell like lotus incense.
Horned-Serpent: The mind is the control center of the body and heart, so I like to believe that Horned-Serpents are not just bookworms, but they are also engineers. The Horned-Serpent Commons would be a mahogany multi-story library. There are also many strange inventions that were created by students. The Horned-Serpent commons smell like amber incense.
Wampus: The body houses the mind, soul, and heart, so I like to believe that Wampuses are the defense and offense of Ilvermorny. The Wampus commons would be like a fire-lit throne room. There are many tapestries along the walls depicting victorious battles with famous wizards and witches. There is a lot of open space for duels- or alternatively, dancing! The Wampus commons smell like dragons blood incense.
You glared at the sun through the window of your classroom. Bright and sunny days were so overrated. You much preferred the cool and crisp weather that only appeared when the giant ball of cancer in the sky, AKA the sun, was hidden behind a wall of clouds.
Having recently moved into a small suburban town where your aunt lived, you were still adjusting to the sunnier weather and you weren’t liking it. The school you now attended was also taking a little getting used to as it was much smaller than the one you’d attended before. You saw the same faces everywhere like that one kid named Vernon who seemed to be in all your classes.
He’d definitely caught your eye to be interesting. He was gorgeous, yes, but he was more withdrawn like you were, going straight home after classes like you.
One day, he came and up to you and asked you to come over because he wanted to talk. Normally, you would’ve said no because stranger danger and you hadn’t really talked to him before, but in this tiny town, everyone knew everyone and your aunt had told you everyone was trustworthy, except for the guy who lived next to the grocery store, and even encouraged you to make friends with anyone.
Realizing you’d kept to yourself for long enough, you agreed to meet with him after school.
“I’ve never really had this conversation with anyone before so I don’t really know what to say, but, uh, yea. You know what, screw this.” With that, he stopped talking and he started to change into what you quickly recognized to be a vampire.
His dark chocolate eyes changed to a bright gold and his canines grew out into fangs. You’d read enough vampire stories and seen enough movies to recognize him for what he was though you’d never realized you’d meet one. Heck, you hadn’t even known they actually existed, but here you were standing in front of one as he revealed himself to you.
While you didn’t really know what to expect when Vernon asked you to come over because he wanted to talk, this wasn’t it. As a newcomer to the small town that you and Vernon resided in, you’d really only spoken to him a few times, but here he was revealing to you something you’d assume to be a huge secret.
You were shocked to say the least. He’d dropped this information out of the blue, not even having tried to make conversation before revealing himself.
“Wait. Are you not a vampire?” Vernon asked you sounding as surprised as you looked, probably noticing the shock that’d taken over your face at the sight of his now golden eyes changing colors and the fangs in his mouth.
You shook your head no.
“Not that I know of, no.” Vernon seemed to go into panic mode at your words.
“I thought- You’re new and- I thought there was finally another vamp- UGHH” He facepalmed himself as you looked on curiously. Weren’t vampires supposed to be cool, collected, intimidating, and even a little scary? Vernon seemed to a be a very unique character and you couldn’t bring yourself to be scared of him despite the fact that he was a vampire.
“Yea…” You said not really knowing what else to say.
“But you never leave your house!” You flushed a bright red in embarrassment, as that was what your mother would always tell you before you’d moved out, before telling him that the reason you never left your house wasn’t because you were a vampire, but because you were an internet addict.
“And you hate the sun! You always glare at it from inside during class!” He continued, trying to convince himself that he hadn’t just made a huge assumption on a few dumb observations, that he had the right to be confused.
“I do hate the sun.” You told him. “It’s just a giant ball of cancer in the sky that makes everything too hot and gross, but nothing happens if I go out in it other than me getting whinier.”
Any thoughts he had seemed to fly out of his head and his face went blank as the reality of his huge mistake dawned on him. You weren’t a vampire and never had been. He’d just revealed himself to a human.
“You’re not very good at this whole vampire thing, are you?” You questioned him and when he shook his head no sheepishly, you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling a little. “So how old are you?”
“17.” He told you.
“How long have you been 17? If you say ‘a while,’ I will hurt you.”
“Like two years? I think.” You chuckled at the naivety that seemed to have been surrounding him throughout this whole ordeal. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know how to be a vampire because I’m the only one around here. The one who turned me disappeared right afterwards.”
You asked him how he’d been surviving and he told you that he didn’t really remember anything other than being really hungry for a few days and then blanking out to wake up feeling satisfied and the smell of blood in the air. He was scared of what happened during those days and tried his best to eat human food and lots of red meat to try and satisfy himself because he really didn’t know what else to do. He’d revealed himself to you in hopes that you were another vampire that had a better idea of how to vampire and would be able to help him.
“Well,” you started, “I’m not a vampire, but it sounds like I know a lot more about vampires than you do so I could help you out if you want. And you don’t have to drink human blood to satisfy your cravings, meaning that you can stop yourself from reaching that point where you blank out.”
You’d read enough vampire stories and to know what you were talking about and Vernon was so genuinely lost that you wanted to help him as much as you could. His eyes lit up at your words and he thanked you profusely.
Smiling, you could feel yourself getting attached to the dorky vampire in front of you and he could feel himself feeling more and more reassured by your presence, hinting at the bond that the two of you would form and the many hours you’d spend complaining about the sun and being dorks together.
Sometimes, you just won’t be the one she wants.
It won’t matter that you’ll want to know the parts of her she keeps hidden behind countless walls, like that smile you adore.
While you’re awake longing for her warmth, she’ll be sleeping soundly, or awake craving someone else.
It’s not that you aren’t enough as a person, but for whatever reason she has, it won’t be you that she wishes would be there to fill the emptiness in her bed.
And someday you’ll accept that, someday you’ll be okay, but it’s going to hurt first.
Oh man, is it going to hurt.
A large manor painted in eggshell whites and powder blues, with a well-manicured lawn and expensive decor inside. Its previous owner, Lady Aurora Tennsley, had the manor built with a good chunk of her inheritance. The home is deeply imbued with the personality of its original owner, and many secrets lay hidden within its walls.