November is far too quickly coming
to an end. Rachel told me after we heard the news that we would be staying here
at the estate to keep everything in order. I can tell you with full confidence
that all the kids have been complaining about it to Alex and Eliza. I told them
that they would be fine, they were fine before I showed up after all but they
just get annoyed every time I point that out. Philly by far has been the worst
perpetrator in that sense. “But who’s going to make tea for us?” They have
maids at the Schuyler estate too Philip, stop making excuses! I do have to
admit, it’s going to be odd not waking up at the crack of dawn to get everyone
dressed and fed. Or to help the kids with their work and reading them stories
when they can’t sleep. It’s just strange how used to life here I’ve become. I will
admit, I’m not excited for their departure, Rachel is wonderful but I don’t
think I can last being by myself for that long with nothing to do. Rachel has
actually been acting rather strange recently, she seems distracted. She’s been
like this for a month now I think, I asked he what was wrong but she just
responded with “Simply worried about the trip.” I don’t believe her. She gave
me my own head cloth to keep my hair out of my face while I’m working. Honestly
she probably only gave it to me as a bribe to stop asking questions. I know
your tricks Rachel; you can’t fool me! Actually, I’m pretty sure I left it in
her room when I checked up on her yesterday. She said she was having trouble
writing so I suggested she take a break. You usually find the right words when
you least expect it. Anyways, I should probably go get that cloth, I think it
looks surprisingly good on me for something that actually has a functional
purpose. Until next time, random sheet of paper that I stole from Alex.
P.S. I swear every
time I get done writing my hand starts to cramp, does this happen to everyone?
your writing materials off to the side and jumped out of your seat. Perks to living next door to your
coworker/friend! You went over and knocked on Rachel’s door. She’s usually
taking her break right about now. No response, you called out.
“Rachel? You in there?” You turned the knob to peek inside,
making sure she wasn’t just not paying attention. No one was inside but you
could tell she was just there not too long ago. Eh, I can just grab my head band thing and go, no big deal. I left
it on the window sill I think? You stepped
inside, walked over to the window and grabbed your cloth, you had to lean over
the desk to get it but you got it nonetheless. Something on the desk caught
your eye. A ring? It was a simple
band, made of some kind of silvery metal, you couldn’t tell what. It was thin
and clean, pretty in an understated kind of way. You picked it up and held it
in the palm of your hand. There was paper and ink still laid out on the desk,
she must’ve been writing recently. You couldn’t help yourself when your eyes caught
the few words etched into the paper.
‘My love, though
distance separates us, my mind finds you easily.’
My love? Who is she writing to? You heard a sound behind you.
“Y/N! What are you doing in my room? You cannot go into
someone’s chamber without permission!” Fuck. You quickly turned to find an
obviously enraged Rachel standing in the doorway.
“I, um, nothing?” Seriously!
That’s my best answer! Rachel was clearly not buying your charade. She
walked over to the desk and took a seat, not even looking at you she figured
out what you were holding.
“Put it down.” You complied and dropped it down onto the
flat top of the desk. It hit the surface with a small ding and rolled on its
side, making a ringing noise.
“It’s very pretty, where did you get it?” You asked as she
picked up her quill, dipped it into a small ink jar and began to scratch
letters into the page.
“Inheritance.” She said absentmindedly. Inheritance?
“Wait, inheritance? What do you mean?” She lifted her head
up in realization.
“Oh, I’ve never told you before have I?” No! You certainly have not!
“Told me what exactly?” You sat down on her bed.
“The only people who know about this are Mr. and Mrs.
Hamilton, but you’re my friend and I trust you…” She took a deep breath. “My
full name is Rachel Marie Sky, I’m sure you can tell from the name but I’m a
bastard.” A bastard? “My mother, she
was a prostitute and she met my wealthy father, fell in love with him but he
was already married. I was born out of wedlock and my mother died while giving
birth to me. When my father found out about her death and my existence he took
me in but since I’m not a product of his marriage I became part of the staff as
soon as I could walk. When he died, all I was given was this ring. I’m honestly
lucky to have gotten anything, his wife certainly did not know I received this.
It was supposed to be a gift to my mother but it was bestowed to me instead.
That’s actually how I ended up with the Hamilton’s as well. The families knew
each other and once they heard my story they allowed me to stay.” Her
expression changed, the whole time she was talking she was practically straight
faced but once she brought up Alex and Eliza she seemed troubled.
“What’s wrong? You don’t seem too happy…”
“It’s not that I am not happy, I’m just…conflicted.” She
looked down at her page.
“Who’s that for by the way? Sorry, but I read the first
line…” Her eyes practically popped out of her head.
“You read it? Y/N Taylor! Ladies do not read others
documents without asking!” Ugh! I know
Rachel! I am not good at this lady business!
“I’m sorry! I legitimately didn’t do it on purpose! I
promise! Who is this person you’re writing to?” I need all of the information! She looked downcast.
“His name is Cato… We met several years ago and we’ve
written to each other ever since.” Aww!
That’s so cute! I ship it! “But…it’s complicated! It wouldn’t work out…”
“What? Why? You obviously care about him! I mean you called
him your love for Pete’s sake!” You argued, she held her head in her hands.
“I do love him! I’ve loved him for years! But… he’s a
slave.” Oh…oh no…
“Oh Rachel… I’m so sorry, I didn’t know…” She picked her
head up and shook it furiously.
“No, no, no, no! You misunderstand! He is only considered a
slave by law, although that isn’t great, he is not treated as one! His ‘master’
considers him a friend, in fact the only reason he is considered a slave is for
protection. The man is very kind but he’s smart, he understands that slavery
will not be abolished for quite some time. So he ‘bought’ Cato, that way no one
else would be able to mistreat him. They are very close, so close that the idea
of being slave and master don’t register. I’m happy that he is as close to
freedom as he can be…” I suppose that’s
honorable in a way. It’s horrible that slavery exists in this world but the
fact that someone was willing to let someone be free when that decision can’t
be properly given to them is incredible. That shit can’t be said about
Jefferson! Still… this has got to be difficult for both of them to figure out.
“But wait, why is this effecting you so suddenly?” If she’s loved him for years, why now of all
times? You heard a voice echo from down the hall.
“TT! Rachel! Come on! We have a surprise!” Angie? Rachel put down her quill, stood
up and brushed off her skirt. You followed her out the door. The two of you
walked down the halls, you heard people talking in the main room. You turned
the corner and saw Alex and all of the children. The younger ones were jumping excitedly
and Angie was running up to a woman talking to Eliza. She had a bright smile,
dark skin, her long curls were pulled back into a neat ponytail and her dress
was as big as Eliza’s except it was pink. Angie hugged the woman tightly. “I
knew it! I knew Mama would invite you Aunt Angelica!” Aunt Angelica? Wait! ANGELICA SCHUYLER CHURCH!
“Hello Darling! It’s wonderful to see you again!” She patted
Angie on the head and looked over at Alex. “It’s nice to see you too
Alexander.” She said dryly. Ooooh, I can
feel the sting from over here… Alex looked away, obviously a bit hurt by
the comment but no one else seemed to notice. The other children were bouncing
excitedly while Philip shook his heads in distain.
“Do not misunderstand me when I say this Auntie but I can
only handle one of you at a time. Angie, I love you. But one Angelica at a time
is ideal!” Philip joked, Angie crossed her arms.
“Hmph, your loss then Philly because me and Auntie are going
to be together all winter! You will just have to learn to deal with it!” She
shot back. Rachel finally made your presences known.
“Hello Lady Angelica, it is wonderful to see you again.
Shall I take in your things?”
“Oh yes, thank you very much Rachel.” Angelica replied.
Rachel went out the front door to grab the luggage in the carriage sitting
outside. Eliza jumped up slightly.
“William! It’s time for his feeding, I shall be back soon.
Children, I know you are very excited to see your Aunt but please do make sure
not to bother her.” She made her way up the stairs, presumably to the nursery. The fact that she can just gauge that stuff
is scary yet also awesome! Philip smiled at you and gestured for you to
join the group, you were certainly not opposed to this and were swiftly
standing in front of Angelica.
“Hello, Mrs. Church! My name is Y/N Taylor; it is a pleasure
to meet you!” This is by far the coolest!
She smiled back at you.
“Ah, so this is
the girl my sister has been telling me about.”
Why did she look at Philip when she said that? Angie grabbed Philip and
AJ’s arms and began to pull them towards the stairs.
“Alright boys! I have a lot of packing to do and all of you
are going to help me! That means you too James and John!”
“But I do not wish to help you pack!” Philip groaned. Angie
looked over at you.
“TT, should Philip and the boys help me pack?” She asked.
“Philip, AJ, Jamie, Johnny, go help your sister finish
packing. Or at least get most of it done!” All of them collectively sighed as
response to your demand.
“Thank you TT!” Angie said before dragging the boys
upstairs. Angelica cleared her throat and looked over at Alex.
“Alexander, I would like to speak with you for a moment if
you don’t mind.” Alex seemed surprised by the request but quickly brushed it
“Of course, please allow me to show you to my study.” And so
the two left you in the main room as they disappeared down the hall. Wonder what that was about… The door
opened and Rachel came rushing through, carrying two bags with her and closing
the door with her heel.
“It’s getting quite chilly! We’ll have a lot of snow these
coming months I can assure you that!” Oh no, curse you New York weather!
“Do you need some help with the bags?” You asked.
“No but if you could ask Mr. Hamilton if I need to prepare
any more room I would greatly appreciate it.” She made her way to the steps,
carrying the luggage with ease.
“Okay, I’ll be back in a second!” You turned around and
started down the hallway, taking your head cloth, laying it on top of your head
and tying the ends underneath your hair as you walked. You approached the study
door and just as you were about the knock you heard a voice.
“You have invented a new kind of stupid, a damage you may
never undo kind of stupid, an open all the cages in the zoo kind of stupid.
Truly, you didn’t think this through kind of stupid!” It was Angelica. “Let’s
review. You took a rumor, a few, maybe two people knew and refuted it by
sharing an affair of which no one has accused you! I begged you to take a
break, you refused to! So scared of what your enemies will do to you, you’re
the only enemy you ever seem to lose to! You know why Jefferson can do what he
wants? He doesn’t dignify schoolyard taunts with a response! So yes,
congratulations!” She sounds pissed!
“You’ve redefined your legacy, congratulations!”
“It was an act of political sacrifice!” Alex exclaimed.
“Sacrifice? I languished in a loveless marriage in London, I
lived only to read your letters. I look at you and think ‘God, what have we
done with our lives and what did it get us?’ That doesn’t wipe the tears of the
years away. But I’m back in the city and I’m here to stay and you know what I’m
here to do?”
“I’m not here for you!”
“I didn’t expect for you to be… You know your sister like
you know your own mind. I will never find anyone as trusting or as kind.” Alex…
“A million years ago she said to me ‘This one’s mine’ So I
stood by, do you know why? I love my sister more than anything in this life! I
will choose her happiness over mine every time!”
“Eliza… Is the best thing in my life.”
“So never lose sight of the fact that you have been blessed
with the best wife!”
“For the rest of my life, every sacrifice I make is for your
sister. I’ll give the best life, no exaggerations.” Alex finished.
“Good, I’m glad we settled this matter.” You heard footsteps
coming towards you, or more specifically towards the door. Shit! I better knock now! You hurried tapped your fist against the
“Mr. Hamilton! Rachel sent me to ask you a question.” You
opened the door and tried to pretend to be surprised that Angelica was about to
walk out. “Oh forgive me, was I interrupting something?”
“Oh no dear, I was just leaving.” You side stepped so she
would walk past you and once she was far enough down the hall you entered,
closing the door behind you.
“You okay Alex?” You asked worriedly.
“I’m fine Titania, nothing for you to worry about. Did you
have something to ask of me?”
“Yeah, Rachel wants to know if she needs to prepare any more
rooms. So basically are you planning for more people to show up?” He smiled at
“Actually yes! A good friend of mine shall be accompanying
us!” He sounds so excited!
“Alright, I’ll let her know we need another room!” Before
you could turn to open the door Alex called out to you.
“Wait Titania, I actually have a question for you as well.”
He stood up from his desk, walked around it and leaned up against the edge of
“Um, okay. What is it?” You stepped into the center of the
room, Alex put on his ‘serious dad’ face.
“You have seemed troubled these last couple months. Is
everything alright?” Oh no, I’ve been
avoiding this question. You tried to put on your most convincing smile.
“I’m fine Alex, really I am!” His eyes slanted. He’s not buying this is he?
“Titania, I thought we were past hiding such things from
each other. We’re family in this house and I consider you my closest friend.
You cannot lie to me about these things. Now, what exactly has you so blue?” Nothing gets past Alex I guess… You
“I just really want to ask you something but I don’t want to
ruin how happy everyone has been lately and I feel like such a pessimist for
being concerned with something so trivial but it’s honestly really bothering me
and I keep going back and forth on whether I shoul-“
“Whoa! Slow down there Titania. It’s very alright to ask me
anything if it troubles you so.” He stepped forward, stood in front of you and
patted your shoulder reassuringly.
“It’s just… Why? Why write the pamphlet? Why name it after
me? I really don’t understand it!” You huffed in exasperation. Literally I’m
pretty sure the only people who believed the rumors was Thomass Jeffershit and
Sunshine boy! Alex looked at you for a
second before responding.
“Y/N when you appeared at my side, told me your story and
proceeded to breakdown the structure of Shakespeare, I knew that you and I were
destined to have a friendship. However, that puts you in a very sensitive
position; a position of power that one may want to exploit. I knew of this
possibility but I risked that in order to understand you, that was selfish of
me. This rumor, that article was not only about me but about you as well. I
have committed many errors in my life but I shall not allow the name of an
innocent person be slandered. One of my errors was not protecting a dear friend
of mine when I had the chance. I will never throw away my shot on a friend ever
again because of that. I deserved the shame I was given but once I saw your
reaction to Philip I knew I could not sit by and allow for such talk to spread.”
“But Alex, you know I don’t care about my name, my name
“That is where you are wrong. Titania, I shall tell you the
same thing I tell all of my other children. Always care about your legacy,
because what you will leave behind shall be great, greater than what anyone can
imagine. You are family and one of the great things I hope for you to do with
your own name is stay apart of this family.” He smiled down at you, you couldn’t
stop yourself from giving him a small hug.
“Thank you…Alex…” You pulled away and quickly went over to
the door, before leaving you turned back to Alex. “Or should I say, thank you
Alexander Hamildad?” You ran out of the room, trying to hold in your laughter. That was so good! High five me! You ran
down the hall and into the main room. You immediately noticed all the children
running down the stairs. “Whoa, slow down guys! Where’s the fire?” Honestly
with AJ’s track record, that was a literally possibility. Angie, AJ, Jamie and
Johnny all jumped off the last step but Jamie was the only one to stop and
answer your question.
“He’s here! He’s here!” He said excitedly before running
into the center of the room. Who’s here?
Suddenly you heard the sound of a carriage stopping outside, Angie stopped you
from going over to the door to greet the guest.
“Not a wise decision.” What’s going on? It wasn’t any more
than a few seconds before you heard booming footsteps from outside the door. Is our visitor a tree?! The next thing
you know the door is flung open and you see an extremely tall man jumping
through the doorway. His skin was very dark, his clothes an equally dark color
however in a shade of blue. He was quite broad and you couldn’t see his hair
because he was wearing a beanie.
“HERCULES MULLIGAN!” The man shouted as he landed. The
children all shouted and ran towards the man.
“Uncle Herc! Uncle Herc!” They all shouted. Wait… Hercules… Mulligan… A TAILOR SPYING ON
THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT?! Mulligan picked Angie up by her sides and spun her
around in a circle.
“How is my angel fairing? Those boys better not be bothering
you or else they’ll have to hear from me!” He shouted. Angie giggled and shook
“Boys are gross Uncle Herc!” She responded, Mulligan had the
widest smile on his face from her response.
“That is exactly what I was hoping to hear! Never trust us
men!” He joked. Philip came trotting down the stairs and spoke up as he
“Ah, Uncle Hercules! I have not seen you in ages!” He walked
toward Mulligan and gave him only what you could describe as a bro hug. Was that a thing back in 1797? Well they
just did it so I guess it was! Philip then looked over at you. “And this is
Y/N Taylor, she is-“ AJ cut him off.
“She’s our maid, she’s really nice!” AJ chuckled. Mulligan
approached you and held out his hand, sensing the que you gave him yours. He
gave your hand a quick peck before straightening his posture and smiling down
“A pleasure to meet you Y/N!” He exclaimed before staring at
you silently, almost like he was examining your face. What? What’s he doing.
“Uh, h-hello, nice to meet you?” He nodded his head, like he
had just made a decision.
“That’s it. I’m taking her.” He stated simply. Excuse me?! AJ,
Jamie and Johnny all came running up behind him.
“No! You can’t take her! She’s our maid!” AJ laughed. I’m so confused! Mulligan shook his
“Nope, you can’t change my mind. She’s mine now!” Without
any warning Mulligan picked up by the waist and threw you over his shoulder. What the hell is going on?! Mulligan then proceeded to run around the room
with long strides as the children giggled and chased after him. This caused you
to bounce up and down on his shoulder, you couldn’t help but laugh at the
“What in the world are you all doing?” You asked through
your giggle fit.
“I see that Titania is getting acquainted with Mulligan!”
You caught a glimpse of Alex standing the archway between the hall and the main
room. Mulligan quickly halted, lifted you off his shoulder and set you down
gracefully. Your hair however was a total disaster; it took you a second to
smooth everything back down to normal. Alex and Mulligan walked towards each
other with shit eating grins and also engaging in the bro hug. Wow, that’s really popular isn’t it?
“Great to see you again Hamilton!” Hercules exclaimed.
“Like wise Mulligan!” You heard footsteps coming through the
still opened door. You turned your gaze towards it and caught site of another
man carrying a couple of bags. He was still tall but significantly shorter than
Mulligan. His skin was closer to a mocha color, his hair was wavy and cut very
short. His clothes perplexed you for a second, they weren’t shabby but seemed
oddly casual for the time period. Mulligan turned to him.
“Oh sorry my boy! Didn’t mean to leave you out there, I was
just excited to see everyone! Let me get that!” Mulligan jogged over to the man
and grabbed two of three bags he was holding.
“It’s not a problem Hercules, I do not mind helping.” He
responded, Alex smiled and waved at the man.
Remembering my trip to Spain back in August of 2016. I travelled across the ocean to attend a witch-taught permaculture class at the foot of a sacred mountain in the Basque Country. The Basque goddess of witches and storms that was said to live inside this mountain, and we honored her through song and ritual.
I hope you enjoy this photo set of earthy pictures from my journey! The final photo was my personal alter with a fluorite pillar, a labradorite pendant, and herbs I harvested from just outside my cabin. The night I took the picture of that altar was the full moon, just after our group full moon ritual.
guess who just survived their last few days of hell ??? this poptart did thats who !!!
ANYWAY starter call for indies because I don’t interact with enough of you and I enjoy pain. uncapped but I probly won’t write for everyone, depending? might come to your pms and poke around a bit who knows. feel free to hmu if you got ideas or anything you’ve been thinking my pms are open :’DD
Harrison takes one day to gather information, one day to
learn his target, another two hours to plot a course of action. On the third
day, he successfully conned the Nott Family Head to sign over four orphanages
It is completely not in his plans, but needs must.
He buys eight other house-elves and bonds them. He sends
them to whoever needs it most. An orphanage with a leaky roof and almost no
insulation gets two house elves. The orphanage with a flooded basement and
almost rotted food stores gets three. The one he had visited gets one and last
one orphanage that just straight up pissed him off – because the matron had
reported the need for blankets – gets
Harrison takes a breather after that just to calm down his
nerves. The very state of the magical children had given him flashbacks to his
own childhood and it had not been pretty.
His magic is volatile and did not like anything that made
him feel that angry. It had whipped his house-elves into agitation. He had
never seen so many pastries in his life. (His house-elves stress baked! It made
“Fern,” he says to his personal house-elf. “Report to me the
state of the children every month, alright? All their needs must be met. They
must be in comfort, not just fine.”
The head house-elf nods seriously.
With the orphanage business out of the way, he focuses back
on his farms.
Profit is cut back given that he is now supplying the
orphanages with food. He is still earning, but not as much.
“We’ll need more land,” he announces to his elves.
They look gleeful at the prospect of more work and he shakes
his head ruefully.
“Maybe we can add animals to this operation, though we can’t
actually use magic to make them reproduce faster,” he muses. “Unless you guys
have a way to make the cows, sheep and goats give birth to twins and triplets?”
The elves exchange looks and they start shifting on their
The more outspoken elf says, “We can do it, but the mother
Of course it would be detrimental to the health of the
mother. But he is a wizard and there is a potion for that. Still, he would have
to give the mother six months of peacefully grazing and nursing the baby.
“Alright,” he nods. “I can do that. But…it seems I’ll have
to hire a potions master for this. Or just buy the Rejuvenation Potion in
Harrison does not just buy another farm; he buys the entire
stretch of mountain and fifty hectares of the land by the shadow of its feet.
Half of the land is for grazing and the other half is for
farming. His elves are ecstatic for more work but are wise enough to admit that
more elf-power might be needed.
He hires ten more elves, bond with them, and leaves them at
the mercy of Fern who receives them with all the dignity of a seasoned general
with new troops.
i want the “i want you to become the leader of voltron” thing to become a huge joke. shiro accidentally breaks one of allura’s favorite cups. its dead quiet. he looks up and makes eye contact with keith; “keith, if i don’t make it out of this alive. i want you to lead voltron.”
Victuuri Week Day 2: Travelling // I’m late but I couldn’t pass up the prompt. Victor is from the future where people live underwater and Yuuri is from the past where gods and goddesses exist. Once in a long while the two meet at the point where the sky meets the sea, their hearts calling to one another.