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Funguary - Week 4: Caesar's Mushrooms (Amanita caesarea)
🍄 in Italian is called good egg (ovolo buono);
🍄 that's why I made her with a design similar to the fly agaric (evil egg);
🍄 When I saw that picture, I immediately thought to recreate it with this design! I also took the opportunity to try to make a more or less realistic background.
They lived seven years in nine months…
I repeat, they lived seven years in nine months…
And I’m over here crying that Adrienette is finally canon after seven years!
from 🔪 DH Nezumi:
"It's just chicken soup," Nezumi explains when Nunnally appears at the door, peering towards the stove where Nezumi diligently swirls the thick broth with noodles, parsley and bits of white chicken meat. It smells delicious, he thinks, and a part of him cannot wait for the food to be done, but soups need time and patience, and so Nezumi closes the lid and lets it sit. He turns towards Nunnally, who continues to stare at him.
And then, at last, it dawns on him.
"Is it about the apron?" Nezumi asks, looking down at the sky-blue canvas littered with yellow and white flowers. It isn't his usual black-on-black getup, so it must look glaringly out of place. The apron is old, and it looks its age, too. Nezumi got the apron as a present some years ago and, for as long as it did the job, he didn't think of replacing it.
He unties it, takes it off and throws it over the chair. "Dinner will be ready shortly. Do you want some toasted bread with the soup? Or would you prefer a salad?"
She should have been leaving. She had extended her stay here, with Nezumi, for too long already. Nunnally was certain there was no need for her to stay anymore. If anything was to happen, if anyone was to be sent after Nezumi (or her), it would have already happened. And she could find reasons what it wasn’t happening.
She should have been leaving. She was taking his bedroom (he insisted), his personal space and his attention. Nunnally knew Nezumi was worried about her, but there was truly no need. Though she didn’t think about it when it had been happening, everything made perfect sense of why it had happened at all. Did not telling him, not explaining that to him could be considered lying? Nunnally should have been leaving, but she didn’t want to.
She wanted to stay. She wanted to have a reason to live.
She was quite reluctant to admit it to herself, but she liked her new life. It was the closest to the real home she had ever had. Yes, she was sometimes missing the palace, the maids, the luxury…her mare. Her father? Yes, she was sometimes missing the wealth and her position, but if she were to choose (though Nunnally did not think she could), she’d stay here with him. For ever. She could ensure them much better life; getting money was not a problem. She could easily get as much as she wanted, but deep inside Nunnally knew Nezumi would neither appreciate nor (probably) accept it. So, she was there; staying with him and delaying the unavoidable. Her leaving. The demon princess knew that time with Nezumi was only lent to her, and could be taken away at any moment.
And she would not protest when it would finish. And she would not let him do anything about it (even if she doubted he would). She was constantly irritating him. She was a burden for him. A threat?
But maybe he liked her a little bit… She hoped he did. Nunnally didn’t know why it was important for her. After all, he was just an annoying human that thought he could protect her. No-one could.
She was reading on the bed (on his bed; she never considered it her own) when a nice smell of something being cooked reminded her that she was actually hungry. Slightly unwillingly (as that was really a good book she was reading), she walked into the kitchen; barefoot, a too long purple sweater pretended to be a dress. She walked there only to discover a surprising picture in front of her eyes. Yes, she did see Nezumi cooking before, but she didn’t see him wearing anything that wasn't black. It was such a cute picture, though the one that made Nunnally froze in place just watching Nezumi in silent astonishment until…well, until he noticed her.
She nodded, when he asked whether it was all about the apron.
“It fits you, though.”
“You look…cute in it.” – she added wondering if Nezumi would appreciate the compliment; Nunnally made a mental note to get something more colourful for Nezumi. And try to convince him to wear it. Perhaps she could convince him to take her out into art gallery. It was now safe after all…
Him taking the apron off was met with a small sigh. She liked it, but surely he couldn’t wear the apron for the whole day.
“A salad.” – she decided, although perhaps she’d enjoy some toasted bread as well. But she was not the one to (usually) ask for more than offered. She walked into the kitchen, opened one of the cabinets and handed him the salad bowl.
“I’ll help.” – Nunnally offered; she liked helping him even though at the beginning she found housework (and cooking) below her. She still remembered the sparks of humiliation when he first asked her to dry the dishes. She had changed. She had changed so much. And as much as at the beginning she had loathed the change, now Nunnally was truly enjoying her new self.
“I’ll be careful… I promise.” – she added as if to reassure him she would not break anything or cut her finger. She was becoming better, although probably Nezumi still thought she was worse than an average eight-year-old.
“The soup smells really good…”
“Nezumi…” – she was not looking at him – “Thank you, Nezumi.” – but he was not getting any more explanation for what she was expressing her gratitude. But it was not for the soup. But for home.
And Nunnally was sure Nezumi would understand.
Would he miss her when she would leave?
But would she have enough strength to leave? She was not good with decisions. She’d rather wait and see what was to happen.
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WHAT THE FUCK
This must surely show how far FIA is up the Ham’s fucking ass!
WTF Wrestlemania???!!! CAN WE CANCEL THIS YEAR LIKE FUCKING RIGHT NOW??!!!
JUSTICE FOR SHINSUKE NAKAMURA AND ROMAN REIGNS!