red imp

~ We can make it through, if you believe -   If you believe in me ~

Some Soul Eater fan art. I saw Soul Eater Not! character designs for the first time while doing this. Yeah…someone wake me up when this moe shit is over. It already just rubbed it’s fat shininess all over Soul Eater, Metabots and Pop’n music.

I can’t believe it’s 2015 and I’m saying “you know what I take back my complaints about Naruto and Inuyasha being too long. Those…are like master pieces now.”


The Heaven (Le Ciel) and Hell (l’Enfer) cabarets of Montmartre, Paris. 1880s.

In the 1899 book Bohemian Paris of To-Day by William Chambers Morrow and Édouard Cucuel, the authors visit several of the City of Lights darker drinking destinations and describes l’Enfer thusly:

“Enter and be damned, the Evil One awaits you!“ growled a chorus of rough voices as we hesitated before the scene confronting us. Near us was suspended a caldron over a fire, and hopping within it were half a dozen devil musicians, male and female, playing a selection from "Faust” on stringed instruments, while red imps stood by, prodding with red-hot irons those who lagged in their performance.

Crevices in the walls of this room ran with streams of molten gold and silver, and here and there were caverns lit up by smouldering fires from which thick smoke issued, and vapors emitting the odors of a volcano. Flames would suddenly burst from clefts in the rocks, and thunder rolled through the caverns. Red imps were everywhere, darting about noiselessly, some carrying beverages for the thirsty lost souls, others stirring the fires or turning somersaults. Everything was in a high state of motion.

And right next door to the Cabaret de l'Enfer was Cabaret du Ciel (“The Cabaret of the Sky”), a divinely themed bar where Dante and Father Time greeted visitors and comely ladies dressed as angels pranced around teasing patrons. As Morrow recalled, the evening’s entertainment was presided over by St. Peter himself, who anointed the boozy crowd:

Flitting about the room were many more angels, all in white robes and with sandals on their feet, and all wearing gauzy wings swaying from their shoulder-blades and brass halos above their yellow wigs. These were the waiters, the garcons of heaven, ready to take orders for drinks. One of these, with the face of a heavy villain in a melodrama and a beard a week old, roared unmelodiously, “The greetings of heaven to thee, brothers! Eternal bliss and happiness are for thee. Mayst thou never swerve from its golden paths! Breathe thou its sacred purity and renovating exaltation. Prepare to meet thy great Creator and don’t forget the garcon!” 


 An unexpected helpTyrion sat in his cell at night. After this farce of a trial, execution will almost come as a relief.

 He heard voices outside his door and then there stood Prince Oberyn. 

Tyrion rose to give him a mocking bow. “Are judges permitted to visit the accused?”

 "Princes are permitted to go where they will. Or so I told your guards.“ The Red Viper took a seat.

 "My father will be displeased with you.”

 "The happiness of Tywin Lannister has never been high on my list of concerns. All he and your sister require from me is your head.“

 "And?” said Tyrion, waiting.

 “The Fat Flower of Highgarden is quite convinced of your guilt, and determined to see you die. His precious Margaery was drinking from that chalice too, as he has reminded us half a hundred times.“ 

“And you?” said Tyrion.

 "Men are seldom as they appear. You look so very guilty that I am convinced of your innocence. Still, you will likely be condemned. Justice is in short supply this side of the mountains. There has been none for Elia, Aegon, or Rhaenys. Why should there be any for you?”

(Oberyn’s sister Elia and her children were murdered by Lannister men when Tyrion still was a child.)

 "It was Ser Gregor Clegane who smashed Prince Aegon’s head against a wall and raped your sister Elia.“

 "Your father gave the commands, yes?”

 "Perhaps you ought to have this discussion with my father.”

 "Yes, but you are here now, and in some difficulty, I would say. Your innocence may be as plain as the scar on your face, but it will not save you. No more than your father will.“ The Dornish prince smiled. "But I might." 

"You?” Tyrion studied him. “You are one judge in three. How could you save me?”

 "Not as your judge. As your champion.“

From George RR Martin’s A Storm of Swords Chapter 70 (Tyrion IX) - shortened

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((Obi/Mace)) au Qui-Gon was at best neglectful and at worst abusive to Obi-Wan. As such they never had a master/Padawan bond and now Obi-Wan has no idea how to form one with anakin. Mace comes in to help and finds himself falling for the red headed imp.

His hands on Anakin’s shoulders, Obi-Wan guided the blond through the halls, gently squeezing him on them to offer his support to the wary child in his grasp. Each time Anakin glanced up at him, he gave a small smile of comfort to assure him that everything would be alright.

“Do we really have to go see him?” Anakin whispered.

“I’m sorry Anakin but yes. I don’t…know how to make a bond that would hold properly and he’s willing to teach me how.” Obi-Wan offered softly as they stopped outside the quarters of a Council member.

Anakin squirmed a bit then nodded as Obi-Wan lifted one hand of the shoulder and knocked gently on the door, waiting for it to open. “Its going to be fine Anakin. I promise.”

The ten year old gave him a doubtful look but didn’t say anything as the door swished open.

“Knight Kenobi, Padawan Skywalker, welcome.” Mace Windu looked between them and let them into his quarters. “Please, take a seat. We best get comfortable. Do either of you want tea?”

“Tea would be appreciated. Anakin prefers juice if possible Master Windu.” Obi-Wan offered respectfully as he pulled Anakin in after him.

“I have that too.” Mace moved towards the kitchen. “Would jorgan juice be fine Padawan Skywalker?” He asked while finding cups and glasses to get it all ready, and after a glance at the two, filled a plate with biscuits.

“Jorgan juice is fine Master Windu.” Anakin offered sullenly but respectfully, taking a page out of Obi-Wan’s behavior as he was guided to the couch and made to sit down.

Mace joined them after a few moments, two cups of steaming tea, a glass of juice, a plate of biscuits and napkins for them.

Quietly he observed the two as both accepted their drinks and he took his.

Kenobi was in the stage of his hair looking like a birds nest, neither long nor short with a bit of scruff developing. Obviously now that he was a knight he wanted to grow it all out and Mace was almost curious how it would all look in the end, but that was not the purpose of this meeting.

No, the purpose was to teach Obi-Wan how to develop a proper padawan-master bond.

Force, that Qui-Gon never did was disturbing to realize, it made several Council member review their takes the order and a few padawan-master parings they had thought were secure.

“Now, an apprentice bond is a delicate thing.” Mace settled back to explain, holding his tea in hands.


“I’m still amazed Qui-Gon didn’t form a bond with you.”

Obi-Wan shrugged a bit, keeping his arm around Anakin’s sleeping form. “He was a broken man from the start when I meet him. He got better with the years but…” He looked away for a few moments before looking back. “Its nothing. Its over now.”

“No, please, tell me what the Council didn’t see.” Mace leaned forward. “If not for our own sake to get it of your heart, then to help us see if there are other apprentices suffering.”

That got Obi-Wan to hesitate before he sighed and nodded. “Qui-Gon was not abusive but…he could be neglectful. I remember being hungry quite a few times and him forgetting that I was a growing boy. Or being left behind because he went and followed the ‘will of the Force’ as he said.” He sighed a bit, glancing down at Anakin and petting the feathery blond hair.

Mace tilted his head and frowned a bit before sighing. “I know you say it wasn’t abuse but…the council would see it as such. Had Qui-Gon been alive, he wouldn’t have been allowed anymore apprentices until he had proven he could bond with them.”

“He could bond. Just not with…humans I guess. We were always picking up some kind of life form that needed help somewhere.” Obi-Wan glanced at the other and gave a wry smile. “He just couldn’t bond with me.”

‘Qui-Gon, you damn fool, what have you done to this young man?’ Mace tried a small smile back at him. “Knight Kenobi…if you ever need someone to talk to…my door is always open for you.”

The copper haired knight blinked at him before smiling shyly at him. “Thank you Master Windu, I’d like that…”


“Ah Knight Kenobi, I had this tea blend but I don’t think its quite for me. I seem to remember Qui-Gon mentioning you liking it?”

“Oh, thank you. Yes, perhaps you’d like to try it with me, its all in the way you steep it.”

“Indeed? Well lead the way then.”


“Master Windu! Thank you for allocating those funds my way, they made it much easier to get Anakin a lifedays present.”

“Think nothing of it, it was backpay owed to you as it was…and please, call me Mace.”

“Master Mace then, but only if you call me Obi-Wan in return.”

“Agreeable Knight Obi-Wan.”


“Knight Obi-Wan, I was wondering if you’d be…willing to go to a concert with me. A friend of mine in the Senate sent me two tickets but Depa is off planet at the moment and I usually go with her when I have musical tickets. We have the same ear for music you see. That is to say, enjoy it but being unable to sing at all.”

“Concert? What kind?”

“Valerns from Uma.”

“You have tickets to THAT? I’d love to!”

“Then its settled, at seven then.”


Anakin peeked from his bedroom door in surprise, staring at the sight of Mace Windu of all people carefully pressing a kiss to his master’s cheek at the door, dark hands gently stroking back Obi-Wan’s longish hair and caressing down his furry cheek.

Obi-Wan flustered under the touch but reached up and stood on his toes to press a soft kiss to the others lips, hands on Mace shoulders for additional support.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Mace murmured after the soft kiss.

“Yes. Of course. Perhaps we could…take a walk?”

“In full view of everyone?” Mace chuckled quietly.

“I-If you don’t mind being seen with me.” Obi-Wan dropped down on his heels again and drew away only for the Korun to wrap his arms around the others waist and pull him back.

“No, I don’t mind being seen with you Obi-Wan.” He smiled down at him.

The younger man was coloring sharply but Anakin could see him smile back, eyes full of hope. “Then…tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.” Mace nodded and pressed another kiss to the copper haired Jedi’s lips before finally stepping back.

Obi-Wan stood at the door after it shut, touching his lips with a funny little smile on his lips, looking utterly besotted as he did.

‘I’ve never seen him smile like that before…’

Touch the wooden gate in the wall you never saw before.
Say “please” before you open the latch,
go through,
walk down the path.
A red metal imp hangs from the green-painted
front door,
as a knocker,
do not touch it; it will bite your fingers.
Walk through the house. Take nothing. Eat nothing.
However, if any creature tells you that it hungers,
feed it.
If it tells you that it is dirty,
clean it.
If it cries to you that it hurts,
if you can,
ease its pain.

From the back garden you will be able to see the
wild wood.
The deep well you walk past leads to Winter’s realm;
there is another land at the bottom of it.
If you turn around here,
you can walk back, safely;
you will lose no face. I will think no less of you.

Once through the garden you will be in the wood.
The trees are old. Eyes peer from the undergrowth.
Beneath a twisted oak sits an old woman. She
may ask for something;
give it to her. She
will point the way to the castle.
Inside it are three princesses.
Do not trust the youngest. Walk on.
In the clearing beyond the castle the twelve
months sit about a fire,
warming their feet, exchanging tales.
They may do favors for you, if you are polite.
You may pick strawberries in December’s frost.
Trust the wolves, but do not tell them where
you are going.
The river can be crossed by the ferry. The ferry-
man will take you.
(The answer to his question is this:
If he hands the oar to his passenger, he will be free to
leave the boat.

Only tell him this from a safe distance.)

If an eagle gives you a feather, keep it safe.
Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that
witches are often betrayed by their appetites;
dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always;
hearts can be well-hidden,
and you betray them with your tongue.

Do not be jealous of your sister.
Know that diamonds and roses
are as uncomfortable when they tumble from
one’s lips as toads and frogs:
colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.

Remember your name.
Do not lose hope—what you seek will be found.
Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped
to help you in their turn.
Trust dreams.
Trust your heart, and trust your story.
When you come back, return the way you came.
Favors will be returned, debts will be repaid.
Do not forget your manners.
Do not look back.
Ride the wise eagle (you shall not fall).
Ride the silver fish (you will not drown).
Ride the grey wolf (hold tightly to his fur).

There is a worm at the heart of the tower; that is
why it will not stand.

When you reach the little house, the place your
journey started,
you will recognize it, although it will seem
much smaller than you remember.
Walk up the path, and through the garden gate
you never saw before but once.
And then go home. Or make a home.
And rest.

Neil Gaiman, “Instructions”