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For some reason that Kurapika didn't understand, Light decided to leave both the staff and the bodyguards with the afternoon/evening free.

For some reason that Kurapika didn't understand, everyone was celebrating. The city center had become a sea of people, lights and music. He somehow became nostalgic, missing the joyful celebrations of his clan. But no, he didn't want to celebrate. He had nothing at all to celebrate today.

After doing some basic shopping, he returned to the room the bodyguards shared. Linssen and Basho were not there, they were celebrating. Instead, he found a Senritsu curled up on her futon, covered up to her head.

One'd think she'd want to be outside celebrating -whatever they were celebrating- until the noise made her want to leave or get away from the party. Maybe she was stunned? No, she's endured louder noises before. There was something that was making her feel bad, but he didn't know what, and he didn't want to be invasive and ask her either. If she wants to talk about it, she will talk to him.

The first thing he did was close the windows, both the glass and the blinds to keep the noise away as best as possible. The room had become completely dark.

He then headed to the kitchen and did his best to imitate the not-so-ceremonial tea ceremony she had taught him. While the tea rested, he took advantage of the time to prepare a chocolate mug cake, hoping to cheer her up a little with something warm and something sweet.

Kurapika put both cups and spoons on a tray and took it to the dark room, barely lit by the kitchen light, and left the tray next to Senritsu's futon.

"I let the tea rest, I put the sugar cubes, then the tea and then I put the cream on top, I didn't stir so that the flavors didn't mix and so that each sip was different from the previous one" His voice was the same one that the smart guy would use in the class when he demonstrated his knowledge to his teacher "Did I do it right?" He paused, a small frown of worry on his lips. "You don't have to tell me anything, or even talk if you don't want to. Just let me know if you want me to go away and leave you alone or if you'd prefer me to stay by your side. I'll do what you ask me." His voice was soft and loving, although he couldn't help but feel worried.

She remembered Asks hand. When the echos of Linssens and Bashoss footsteps on the corridor eventually were swallowed by the other noises of the hotel, Senritsu just sighed and suddenly felt very bad for not joining them, for staying behind, for beeing relieved that they went out. Everything just felt a little too loud today.

She remembered Asks hand, skinned and skeletal. The party held in the hotels lobby had yet not started, but she already heard through the etages below how more and more voices joined together, how hundred of feet shuffeled over the lobbys carpet , how the music was tested and how the surpressed laughing of the guests pierces through walls directly into her ears. With a tiered sigh Senritsu pulled her blanket over her ears- it did not helped at all, the migraine throbbing in the back of her skull did not stopped to hammer against her skull like a second, painful heartbeat, but it was better than doing nothing. It was nothing important, Everything was just felt a little too loud today.

She remembered Asks hand, skinned and skeletal reaching for her. Through the hotelrooms walls, Senritsu could hear Kurapika working- she heard dishes clank, the buzzing of the microwave, the rustling of Kurapikas cloth when he moved, the heartmelody that was a little nervouse caused by him not knowing why she did not joined Linssen and Basho. There was a little thankful smile curling around the corner of the womans lips as she listened to Kurapika setting up the tray, but in the same moment she felt guilty for smiling that small smile this evening. Her headaches throbbed in the back of her head quietly, ready to turn worse like a imminent storm ready to break lose.

She remembered Asks hand, skinned and skeletal reaching for her. But he wastoo far away. The worried melody in Kurapikas heartbeat was even with the loudness swelling up in the Hotel like a tumor ready to burst unignorable and Senritsu peered out from under the blanket. When the man sat down beside her futon, his heartbeat was very loud and she felt a stitch of ache piece into her ears. Gently shaking her head the woman hummed: "Don´t sing me that song, Kurapika. I am just feeling very..mhmm, largo today. But I am not sick, You do not have too look after me. Or be that worried."

She remembered Asks hand, skinned and skeletal reaching for her. But he was too far away, too far away to help, too far away to touch. In the blackness hanging inside the room, Kurapika looked as if wrapped in a grey cloth when Senritsu looked up to him. His breathing was loud. The rustling of his clothes was loud. His heartbeat was loud. Everything just felt a little too loud today. So the woman reached out slowly from under the blanket, carefully to not make a loud noise and tapped her finger against the teacup: "...thank you. The tea smells nice."

Eventually she just shaked her head gently, if a littl scolding. The movement made a needle of ache stitch through her head and the woman just huffed tieredly. "You are always welcome to stay, Kurapika, but I do not think that I will be amoroso company today.", the young woman hummed quietly. She leaned on her elbow, reaching reassuringly out to the mans arm and (Asks skinned hand was thin and broken like twisted branches, he was too far away. too far away to help, too far away to touch) pulled her hand back without touching him. That was not his memory. That was nothing he should bother about. That was nothing he should worry about. From beneath the blanket put around her head like the hood of a cape, she looked up to Kurapika with a tiered smile that did not reached her eyes, tapping her fingers against her chin in a sly melody: "But You know, just because I am staying in tonight, that does not mean you need to stay. Some people wait the whole year just to celebrate maynight. Not everyone is the boring old lady that is me.", the woman winked up to him in all good humor, whispering teasingly: "You still have a chance to escape and not become as old and boring as me. Run, run, Run and go out to dance, before my boringness infects you ." [ @skarletchains ]

#i was about to send you a starter!#how do you catch telepathic signals at the other side of the ocean?! sksksksskks xD #nah I recycle the lines here int he answer!#sksksksks #v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein #skarletchains

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Fitting for today, as it is now Maynight: Ask played the Sonata of Darkness when he and Senritsu were out and joined the Maynight-celebrations. Or more accurately, Senritsu went out to surf through the different celebrtions and dragged Ask alone because she did not wanted him to be alone. Also he liked beeing dragged along, occaisonally. Obviously they got more and more drunk and while Ask eventually went away from the party they were on, because there were a little too many people for him around, Senritsu followed, and sat down with him to spend the rest of the night with her best friend so he could recharge his social battery and they had a few hours to joke around before beeing hit by the hangover. Senritsu nowdays nolonger likes to celebrate the start of the summer.

#well than happy maynight! ;D #yeh Senritsu got a literal CHANGE OF SEASON #okay pkay I will shut up #hunting-songs: headcanon #hunting-songs #its rather uncomfortable when the worst night of your life falls ont he date where everyone else is celebrating. makes it complicated #Senritsu wil just pull a blanket over her head and stay in bed

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Kind characters are not boring; in fact, due to the vast amount of people who hold that opinion, kind characters are as edgy as it gets. In this essay I will

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Russian Classics Aesthetic!

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐕: orthodox monasteries, deep woods, starry nights, the sound of paper being torn, dimly lit rooms, withered roses, an unfinished letter, piles of books, the sound of shattering glass, ticking of clocks in a silent house, heavy wooden furniture, the air before a storm, the smell of earth, a crowd of people dressed in black, distant murmurs, emptied streets, the fear of walking alone in dusk

𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 : coldness of the skin against a blade, slender pale fingers and slightly shaking hands, a red stain blooming on white fabric, lonely steps in a corridor, the slow dripping of water, looking out of the window into the thickening darkness, a single dying candle on the table, listening to one’s breath and counting heartbeats, too many stairs, the desire to be invisible, a subtle memory of kind words

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓 : classical statues, wealth covered with dust, a dark house tainted with inherited madness, an unsettling feeling, long walks in a park, useless chatter, a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench, a melancholic face, an unexpected spring rain, the joy of reading one’s favorite book, the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around, looking at cloudless sky

𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀 : fields of crops, flowers brought from an early morning walk, the wind caressing a girl’s hair, a bowl of fruit, the smell of ripe pears, the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea, children’s laughter coming from the garden, soft sunlight and white curtains, the sensation of velvet against skin, pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor, a sudden silence in a room full of people

𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 : a glass of wine, the brightness of a crystal chandelier, white lace, a raging snow storm, the sound of a door being gently closed, the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room, indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light, the sound of a saber being drawn, closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing, the sweet smell of strawberries, a pair of gloves left on an armchair, light scent of powder

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀 : the chaos of a lively city, ambient jazz in expensive restaurants, jumping on a moving tram, the sight of Moscow from the roof of a house, yellow flowers in a vase, leaning out of the window, shelves stacked with books, a small tin box with old photographs, strange shapes in the night sky, laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony, colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind

𝐄𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍 : a lonely mansion, reading a book in the parlor, faint piano melody lingering in falling silence, long evenings, passing seasons, discussing french novels of the moment, unspoken thoughts, leaning against the door frame, quickly averted glance, eating a peach absent-minded, bright mornings, footprints in snow, a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby

𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄: byronic boredom, getting up late in the afternoon, the hidden unspeakable sadness of existence, shakespeare’s tragedy opened next to untouched breakfast, cigarette smoke, polished boots, walking with one’s coat wide open letting the night chill break through to the bone, carved wooden chair, fading warmth of the ashes late in the evening, the thought of farewell

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 : birch groves, morning mist, moss covered stones near a moor, scientific books, white roses, cheap champagne, shabby pocket-watch, light-hearted irony, a maladroit cello sonata, freshly mowed grass, leaving thoughts come and go, a slow yawn, picturesque plates and bowls filled with traditional dishes, drinking tea on the porch, longing for the future

𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐙𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐎: a strange feeling of loss, writing poems in a diary, traveling by train, the hesitation before touching someone’s hand, the gaze of one lost in thought, the warmth of cinnamon, a scarf brightly embellished with flowers, a glass of water, two people listening each on the other side of the door, a threadbare jacket, the tempting void, the evanescent serenity of yesterday

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒: horses in a merry gallop, delicious smells mingled, grotesque and bizarre tragedy, luxurious attire cheap soul, masks, a perfumed love letter, the triumph of sarcasm, an unattached wheel rolling down a dusty road, the atmosphere of commedia dell’ arte, puzzling speeches, a baffling caricature drawn on a handkerchief

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃: a lone chair in an empty room, falling blossoms, old samovar, the unsettling need for change, a mirror reflecting full moon, the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance, a piano out of tune

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Kurapikas heartbeat was a calm, warm melody that Senritsu found herself closing her eyes to while she listened, swaying her head gently from one side to another in that lovely tact. She let him lead her back and she lead him pull her on his lap and she let him kiss her cheek and nosetip with only a quiet, melodic chuckle dancing in her throat. The heartbeat changed its tact a little and Senritsu opned one eye- there was still the warmth and calmness she enjoyed listening to, but there also as something else singing along when Kurapika talked, something more cold, something that sounded like years of bad memories. Automatically Senritsu reached out , laying her hands on the others shoulders and squeezing gently. A worried frown drew a long line as dep as a scar between her big eyes. "I am sorry you had to go through this years, Kurapika." The song she heard was too familiar to be comforting- it remainded her of the weeks at the hospital where she had egged the nurses to give her more and more cottonswabs to stuff into her ears because everything was too loud and the nurses not understanding when they heard nothing. It remainded her of all the time she noted the heartbeat of someone changing with their emotions and them hiding behind a mask to hide that emotion. It remainded her of all the times she heard noises and melodies that other people could never hear, could never share with her, could never understand. She could not imagine beeing in Kurapikas position were her ability was not only not understood but a bodypart of her would be worth a fortune on the blackmarket and a single slip in emotion would mean beeing hunted down for those bodyparts as if he nolonger was a human beeing but a prey. She could not imagine how horrible isolating that must have been, when he could not trust the people around him to notice his eyes, when he could not trust showing those emotions and connections to others, because them seeing his eyes would mean danger. Her small hands reached up, cupping the others face gently, her thumbs running as carefully over his cheeks as if he was made of glass. "Mhmmm, let me think about this..." The woman hummed, even if her voice was nolonger as teasingly cheeking as before and had more into a soft singsang: "-How about : eager enough that you would actually kiss me instead of just giving me dolcissimo pecks? Not that I don´t enjoy those pecks, but occaisonally the other kind is nice too. Yeh, that sounds like a good goal, I think. Your heartbeat when kissing me would be a song I look forward listening to, when I come back in a month." [ @skarletchains ]

Senritsu had to bite the inside of her cheek to not snort a laughter right into Kurapikas face as he pinched her cheek. Instead, with her hands folded in is nape she leaned back, humming too theatralically to be not joking: "Oh no, am I that easy to look through? Really, for someone who listens to liars for a living I need to get better at it myself." Kurapika taking her hand made her blink; a confused blink that was replaced by a quiet laughter, not loud, not amused, but soft and loving.

One of her fingers of the hand still laying at his nape gently tapped a soft melody against his neck while a sly smile curled around her dark lips: "For the allegro thrill of anticipation." Senritsu tilted her head from one side to another like a thoughtful bird: " So, you very princely and galant person who just as princely and galant kissed my hand- If I kiss you now there would be nothing you can look forward to for when I come back. And who am I to take that from you- I might be cruel, but I am not that cruel."

#v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein #skarletchains

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#AWWW ANON! thank you! I am glad you enjo this blog! :D #ooc #yeh...I took emotionally devasted senritsu and turned her into a joke #dont judge me #I feel honoured but it aint high quality writing here xD #now I am nervouse xD

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Headcanon: Hunter Bylaws and how Senritsu follow them!

Hunters must always be on the hunt for something.

Hunters must have a minimum understanding of martial arts. This includes learning Nen.

Once a Hunter is licensed, that license cannot be revoked for whatever reason. However, a license will not be reissued for whatever reason.

Hunters shall not target other Hunters unless they have committed heinous crimes.

One star is given to a Hunter who produces remarkable achievements in a particular field.

Two stars are given to a Hunter who fulfills five articles, holds an official position and has mentored a junior Hunter who is awarded a star.

Three stars are given to a Hunter who fulfills the six articles and produces remarkable accomplishments in multiple fields.

The Chief Executive of the Hunter Association must earn the confidence of a majority of his colleagues. When the position of chairman is vacated, the vote to elect the next chairman must be conducted at once and deputy power is given to the Vice-Chairman in the meantime.

The authority to decide on a method to select new members is given to the chairman. However, to significantly change existing methods requires the confidence of a majority of colleagues.

Any matter not mentioned here will be decided in a cabinet consisting of the chairman, vice-chairman and staff advisors. The Chairman has the authority to select the Vice-Chairman and staff.

Rule 2: Growing up Senritsu ended up in more than one brawl, though she is not exactly a martial artist. The closest thing she might has to a style would be her doing boxing. Senritsu specifically build up her Hatsu to avoid fights, so she does not need to use her unfairly low and very mean right hook. Rule 5: Before she was cursed, Senritsu had worked on to get her first Star by rebuilding an ancient instrument. When she had traveled to the Aizen continent and learned to play Guzheng, her teacher told her about variations of the instrument that were written in very old texts. She also told Senritsu about the different variations of the instrument in different communities and how the build had changed in those communities depending ont he songs played on it and the time that had passed. Senritsu started to project to collect the different ancient texts and the different variants of that instrument, search for the ancient wood it was build from, so she could rebuild the original instrument the variations had grown out of in the last centuries. Her goal was to reverse- engineer the old instrument and bring the songs played on it back into the world. The project is for now delayed, but its still Senritsus dream to build that ancient instrument, play it, let people listen to it, and earn her first star.

Rule 6: Senritsu had always known that she would never get two stars, because that would include mentoring another Hunter and also giving them Nen-Training and considering what had happned to her father when he was intreduced to Nen, she is too scared to take that responsability over another persons mental (and physical) health. There is a reason why her hatsu is specifically a healing-ability. Which makes the fact that her project to earn her first Star is delayed really bitter for her.

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#skarletchains #And that from the writer who is doing 90% of the heavy lifting on this blog by indulging me in any horrible idea I have!#all those flowers back at you! ;O;#ooc #You are the sweetest! Thank you very much! c:

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Kurapikas confused noise made Senritsu grin, half way to the door she was chucklin, and by the time Kurapika pulled her back she was laughing quietly with her small hand clapped before her mouth to drown the sound. Still, the Musician was keenly listening for the other room and the corridor and the footsteps of the other people in the near rooms- Senritsu had worked before for the Mafia and she knew that fraternization was not at all welcomed. Humming she leaned into his kiss, wrapping her short arms around his neck. Her short fingers drew soft circles on his nape and played witht he end of his hair. "You don´t know that. Maybe I need so long to pack my suitcase because I do not know which of my four blouses I want to take along." There was a quiet content sigh over the man running his teeth over her lower lip, turning her words in a soft mumble : "Also I still need to say goodbye pianissimo to Basho and Linssen, mhmmmmmm." Kurapika leading kisses down her neck made Senritsu automatically lean her head to the side to give him more room to her neck, eyes closed and a small smile curling around her lips.

"Game? What do you mean with game?" Teasingly leaning farer away from the other the woman blinked her big eyes at the other as clueless as she was not: " I swear I did kissed you goodbye just a few seconds before. I have no idea why that would not be fitting."

#skarletchains #V: Es saß ein klein wild Vöglein #kurapika has the patience of a saint

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100 Phobias! Below are 100 Phobias! Bold what Phobias your Muse could have. Italice things that make your Muse uncomfortable and scared, but would not count as a phobia. Explain your muses stand on the phobia: How do they live with it? When do they meet that phobia in their daily life? Is there a reason for this phobia? Original By @treasurechestrpmemes ! Tagged By: A little Wildbirdie! Tagging: @skarletchains @rake-rake @bewitchingbaker @nephytale @gyofukuki @uzumakiuser @distortedkilling @yeonban @swxpped @zealctry @curseisms @muddsludge @saiakv @kiigan

Acrophobia: The Fear of heights. Senritsu is a very down-to-earth person and in her case she wants to always stay exactly this way: down on the earth. Naturally she is a Hunter and therefor traveling is normal for her, so she also very often ends up traveling in airships. So Senritsu had to find tactics to outstep her own fear: She never walks up to windows in airships or skyscrapers and usually stays int he iddle of a room and if she does she usually holds to a wall or a railing. And if she is on tall buildings she usually always holds or leans to a railing. Her greatest fear is crossing a bridge without railing for than her tactics nolonger work. In this cases she might start to humm very loudly and uses her hatsu too keep the panic at bay.

Fear of Dentists & Fear of Hospitals: Not Phobias Senritsu has. Hospitals make her highly uncomfortable due to beeing remainded of when she woke up after beeing cursed and beeing suddenly overhelmed by the noises around her. She definitive will avoid going to hospitals. Or the dentist.

Achluophobia: Fear of darkness

Acrophobia: Fear of heights

Aerophobia: Fear of flying

Algophobia: Fear of pain

Agoraphobia: Fear of open spaces or crowds

Aichmophobia: Fear of needles or pointed objects

Amaxophobia: Fear of riding in a car

Anemophobia: Fear of air

Angrophobia: Fear of anger

Anthrophobia: Fear of flowers

Anthropophobia: Fear of people or society

Aphenphosmphobia: Fear of being touched

Arachnophobia: Fear of spiders

Arithmophobia: Fear of numbers

Astraphobia: Fear of thunder and lightning

Astrophobia: Fear of outer space

Ataxophobia: Fear of disorder or untidiness

Atelophobia: Fear of imperfection

Atychiphobia: Fear of failure

Automatonophobia: Fear of human-like figures

Autophobia: Fear of being alone

Bacteriophobia: Fear of bacteria

Barophobia: Fear of gravity

Batrachophobia: Fear of amphibians

Belonephobia: Fear of pins and needles

Bibliophobia: Fear of books

Botanophobia: Fear of plants

Catagelophobia:Fear of being ridiculed

Catoptrophobia: Fear of mirrors

Chionophobia: Fear of snow

Chrometophobia: Fear of spending money

Chromophobia: Fear of colors

Chronomentrophobia: Fear of clocks

Chronophobia: Fear of time

Cibophobia: Fear of food

Claustrophobia: Fear of confined spaces

Coulrophobia: Fear of clowns

Cyberphobia: Fear of computers

Cynophobia: Fear of dogs

Daemonophobia: Fear of demons

Decidophobia: Fear of making decisions

Dendrophobia: Fear of trees

Dentophobia: Fear of dentists

Domatophobia: Fear of houses

Dystychiphobia: Fear of accidents

Ecophobia:Fear of the home

Elurophobia: Fear of cats

Emetophobia: Fear of vomiting

Entomophobia: Fear of insects

Equinophobia: Fear of horses

Genuphobia: Fear of knees

Glossophobia: Fear of speaking in public

Haphephobia: Fear of touch

Heliophobia: Fear of the sun

Hemophobia: Fear of blood

Herpetophobia: Fear of reptiles

Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia: Fear of long words

Hydrophobia: Fear of water

Hypochondria: Fear of illness

Iatrophobia:Fear of doctors

Insectophobia:Fear of insects

Leukophobia: Fear of the color white

Lilapsophobia: Fear of tornadoes and hurricanes

Lockiophobia:Fear of childbirth

Megalophobia: Fear of large things

Melanophobia: Fear of the color black

Microphobia: Fear of small things

Mysophobia: Fear of dirt and germs

Necrophobia:Fear of death or dead things

Noctiphobia: Fear of the night

Nomophobia: Fear of being without your mobile phone

Nosocomephobia: Fear of hospitals

Nyctophobia: Fear of the dark

Ombrophobia: Fear of rain

Ophidiophobia: Fear of snakes

Ornithophobia: Fear of birds

Pathophobia: Fear of disease

Pedophobia:Fear of children

Philematophobia: Fear of kissing

Philophobia: Fear of love

Phobophobia: Fear of phobias

Porphyrophobia: Fear of the color purple

Pteromerhanophobia: Fear of flying

Pyrophobia: Fear of fire

Scolionophobia: Fear of school

Scoptophobia: Fear of being stared at

Selenophobia: Fear of the moon

Sociophobia: Fear of social evaluation

Somniphobia:Fear of sleep

Tachophobia: Fear of speed

Technophobia: Fear of technology

Thalassophobia: Fear of the ocean

Tonitrophobia: Fear of thunder

Trypanophobia: Fear of needles/injections

Trypophobia: Fear of holes

Verminophobia: Fear of germs

Wiccaphobia: Fear of witches and witchcraft

Xenophobia: Fear of strangers or foreigners

Zoophobia: Fear of animals

Zuigerphobia: Fear of vacuum cleaners

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Fairytales talk: The Pied Piper of Hamelin

The Pied Piper of Hamelin, “Rattenfänger von Hameln”, the Rat-Catcher of Hamelin… A well-known German legend that became quite a popular fairytale (thanks to the Brothers Grimm and Goethe). Retold by both German and English authors, it became the subject of many movies, comic books and novels – a true archetype.

Fascinatingly for a fairytale, this one has a very specific date and place. 1284, in the town of Hamelin/Hameln (a real-life town in Germany, Lower Saxony, you can still visit today) – it is quite unusual, since fairytales usually are located in a faraway country or a mysterious “once upon a time”.

If we recap the original tale: The town of Hamelin suffered from a rat infestation (which was a big thing at the time since rats ate food and soiled everywhere, leading to famine and plague). One day, a strange man came to town, saying he was a rat catcher, and assured the inhabitants of Hamelin he could rid them of all of the rats in exchange of a payment. The townsfolk of course accepted, and the man lured all the rats away thanks to a musical pipe: its music hypnotized the rats, led them to the Weser river nearby (another real-life location) and they all drowned themselves in its water. The town was deeply impressed, but when it came time to pay the piper, they refused to give him what he asked (see variations underneath). The piper was mad with rage, but he still left town since he couldn’t fight an entire city. However, on “Saint John and Paul Day”, aka the 26 of June, the music of the piper was heard through town – except this time it hypnotized the children. All of the adult inhabitants were at church, celebrating the religious ceremony, and all their children are home (130 children in total), unsupervised, went out of town and followed the piper, only to never be seen again.

Only three remained and could tell the adults what happened: a lame child that could not follow quick enough the piper and lost him ; a blind child who was unable to see where the children were going and thus couldn’t follow them ; and a deaf child who was not hypnotized by the music (but still saw what happened).

This is the story as we know it.

It is fascinating to see that the story of the Pied Piper was subjected to a LOT of variations. Truly a lot – it has been reinterpreted a great number of times. The variations however are mostly centered around two main points:

# The reason why the piper was angry with the town tends to change from version to version, though it is always tied to money. These variations also tend to shift the blame on the characters. The most popular versions say that the townsfolk were cheap and greedy, and refused to pay the Piper out of greed (either they refused once the task was done, either they actually never intended to pay him at all and thought he would fail at killing the rats). Others rather say that the Piper was the greedy one, asking for a sum far too great, and the townsfolk paid him less than he asked – this version can even go so far as to claim the Piper was the Devil in disguise and that he willingly set a sum he knew the town could not pay. The oldest of the versions (from the Zimmern Chronicle) actually explains that both sides were somehow wrong/right, because the Piper had asked for a huge sum of money, to which the townsfolk agreed because getting rid of all the rats in town was represented as a huge, time and effort-consuming task. But when the townsfolk saw that the Piper killed all the rats in less than an hour, with magic, and very easily, they decided that paying him the huge sum he asked was disproportionate to the effort. Usually, when exact sums are mentioned, the Piper asks for 1000 guilders, and the mayor, if he pays the piper, pays him 50 guilders (it is incredibly hard to calculate the sum, but roughly imagine you are paid five dollars when you asked for a hundred dollars).

Some versions also explain that the townsfolk were ready to pay him a heavy sum since they thought catching all the rats would be a very difficult task – but when they saw it was done in a few hours, with magic and without any effort or trouble, they decided to pay him much less.

# The exact fate of the children. Again, it depends on if the Piper is depicted as a hero, a villain or a neutral entity. The two most common variations claim that the Piper either made the kids suffer the same fate as the rats, drowning them in the river (this is the villainous version of the Piper, who hurts innocents in his vengeance); or that the Piper led them into a cave which closed behind them and the children were never seen again, their fate remaining ominous and mysterious. A very specific variation claims that the cave the children were led to was magical and actually led to “Siebenbürgen” (aka the German name of Transylvania). Sometimes the Piper sells the kid into slavery, to obtain the money he requested, or he takes the children to the top of the fictional Koppelberg Hill where they are taken away to a “beautiful” magic land.

In a similar way there is a variation as to why exactly the Piper did the kidnapping: some saying that he did so out of personal vengeance, to hurt the townsfolks; other claiming that he rather acted to be “paid”, basically taking the children as a payment for his work since the town refused to give him money. One variation mentions that before leaving, the Piper claims that if the townsfolk will not pay, the debt will fall on the “townsfolk heirs”. A sentence with an obvious double meaning…

Of course, as time went by the tale had a “Disneyification”, the story becoming more child-friendly. Either the children were abused or unhappy with the wicked Hamelin adults, and actually ended up happy and free while living with the whimsical and magical Pied Piper ; either the Piper did not kill or kidnap the children but merely hid them and returned them as soon as the townsfolk agreed to pay him what he asked.

These variations being mentioned, here are a few notes:

# Why the “Pied Piper”? Because “pied” is actually a term referring to the clothes of the Piper. Many modern versions represent him as an ominous, dark figure, but in the tale it was the very opposite. “Pied” is an adjective used for someone who wears multi-colored, clownish clothes. Yep, the Pied Piper is closer to a jester than a dark wizard.

# The fairytale is strongly tied to the old expression “pay the piper”. However the expression itself comes in two variations, both applicable to the story. It is believed that the fairytale is the source of the expression “time to pay the piper”, as in “it is time to pay for your wrongdoings”. Here, the piper is seen as punishing the townsfolk for their greed by taking his “payment” in children – the moral of the story becomes, don’t try to get your way out of a deal, honor your promises. But there is another expression saying “Who pays the piper calls the tune”, which means that paying an employee or an artist what he/she asks gives you full control over their work. Here, the message and moral of the story is that the townsfolk controlled the piper and his strange magic through their deal, and that by not paying him they lost all control over who seemingly was a dangerous magical entity.

# Some variations say that the Pied Piper actually looked like an old woman, despite being male.

# It became common to associate the story with the idea of charisma and leadership. The expression “to follow the Pied Piper” became a term used to refer to people following a charismatic person despite such following leading them to their doom.

# Some versions like to suggest that the rat invasion was caused by the Piper in the first place. After all, a man with the power to control rats appears at the door of a town who just happens to suffer from a rat invasion?

# There is a debate as to the real identity of the Piper: is he a normal man with magic gifts? A sorcerer? A fairy? A demon or the devil?

# One of the most well-known version is the English ballad by Robert Browning, written in 1842. In this version, Browning actually explains what the music’s power truly is: it speaks to those that it targets, and tells them to follow the Piper to access whatever idea of Paradise/Heaven they have.

# And finally here is the most important and troubling fact of them all: the Pied Piper of Hamelin is a real story. Or at least based on real facts. On June 26th 1284, 130 children did disappear from Hamelin. They left town. Historical records do not mention strange pipers, foreign magicians or rat infestations, all of that was build up as a folklore. BUT the same records do say that something visibly took away the children, or lured them out of town, without specifying who or what this was. This event has led to huge historical debates and many theories. But the event did happen, and the street in Hamelin where the children were last seen was called “Bungelosenstrasse”, the “street without drums” – because the law forbids any music or dance in this street ever since the tragedy – and contained a stained glass memorial representing a multicolored piper leading children away (built in 1300, destroyed in 1660). Hamelin also has a building called the Pied Piper’s House or Rattenfängerhau (Rat Catcher’s House), where an inscription says that 130 children were led out of the town by a multicolored-clothed piper and disappeared after passing near “the Koppen” (a word referring to the hills surrounding Hamelin). However, the house itself was built between 1602 and 1603, several centuries after the incident.

# For the longest time, people believed that the Piper was actually an allegory for Death and that the fairytale was an allegory for a famine or plague epidemic that killed the children – pointing out the presence of rats and the Dance of Death/Danse Macabre/Totentanz motif. However, the rats were actually a late addition to the tale, first mentioned in the 1500s, before the Piper just came suddenly and took the children. As a result many historians believe this theory is wrong. They rather point out other possible reasons for the 1284 disaster: a pagan/heretic sect taking children to the Coppenbrügge forest (which would be the “Koppen kills”) ; the German colonization of East Europe also known as the Ostiesdlung which would have taken people away ; a serial killer ; a Children’s crusade (THE Children crusade started in 1212) or even the “dancing mania” or “dancing plague” which spread through Europe – pointing out that one of these happened in 1237, a large group of children dying after jumping and dancing over 20 kilometers, between Errfurt and Arnstadt.

# Hamelin has a huge tourism industry based on the legend. In 2009 Hamelin held a tourist festival for the 725th anniversary of the children disappearance. It has also a shop with rat-themed merchandise, and an officially licensed “Monopoly Hamelin Edition” with the Pied Piper in it. It celebrates every 26 of June as the “Rat Catcher’s Day”.

#inspiration #... also the peid piper of hamelin is almost as mcuh loved in japan as the alice in wonderland stories #AND IT IS NOT A CCIDENT THAT SENRITSU HAS RATTEETH

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Senritsu did not looked down to watch the other move her legs, but there was still a content smile spreading over the womans round face as if she indeed had watched. The silky rustling of Ryokos skirts over her legs was giving the Musician a very good picture of what was happening outside of her field of vision, so her eyes just stayed on the others face. There was a small smile curling around her stark frontteeth over Ryoko gently brushing a strain of her hair behind her ear. "Oh, good to know that you have enough stamina, than I will let you run through my mind for a little longer. Though, I am afraid I can not run along with you. I just scraped my knee falling for you." As slinky as a kitten Senritsu leaned her elbows on the barcounter, placing her chin on her folded hands coyly. Between the melody of the other voices of the people visiting the bar, Ryokos heartbeat was clearly hearable and listening to her having fun with her heatmelody sounding like the lively gurgling of a fresh spring Senritsu continued her little game with a melodic purr: "Maybe you happen to have a bandaid to take care of my knee and my for you wild racing heart, mhmmm?" [ @nephytale ]

Senritsu sat down beside the other woman, her chin leaned on her hand and a gentle smile curling sweetly around her stark fronteeth. "Well hello, its a relief to see you are still able to sit up. I was worried, you know." the musician chukled in all good humor, her voice as sweet as a song: "As I thought You must be tired, because you've been running through my mind all day." @hunting-songs

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

The woman's lips were still sticked to the edge of her coffee cup when she frowned slightly at the other woman's comment and turned to look at her in confusion when she heard her laugh. However, upon hearing the punchline of her pick-up line, Ryoko smiled, laughing softly to herself. Reaching her hands behind her own neck, Ryoko gently moved her hair upwards as if trying to casually arrange it, letting it fall over her back an instant later. One leg was gently crossed over the other, letting the skirt frame her legs. She finally brought her hand closer to the other woman, and subtly —very subtly— moved a strand of hair behind her ear, letting her nails pass almost imperceptibly over her skin. Her voice was like a sensual purr when she finally replied "I really appreciate your concern, but I have enough stamina to last some rounds…" A soft smile appeared on her lips, revealing just a little bit of her teeth "Now tell me, what does a charming woman like you in a place like this? It seems like my day is starting to get better, because I have been blessed with your company"

{ @hunting-songs }

#nephytale #loool #V: bium bium

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As soon as Linssen had left the room with his steps moving away from the room clearly hearable for Senritsu, she walked over to where Kurapika was sitting. Than, nimbly, she climbed on his lap, wrapping her arms gently around his neck and stayed sitting chest to chest for a few seconds with her face burried in the crook of the mans neck. The room was quiet, the only noise came from the clock on one of the walls ticking so loud in Senritsus ears it almost hurted. "You know-", She moved eventually. The womans small hands cupped Kurapikas face gently, her thumbs caressing his cheeks as carefully as if he was made of glass. Soft like a veil her lips wandered over his forehead, the small spot between his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, his upper lip. "I just wanted to say that Light Nostrade had send me for the next month to work in another family -" The words were featherlight kisses against his lips. Senritsus small hands wandered from the mans face down his neck, drawing soft circles against the sensetive skin: "-they are recruiting new 'staff' and I am suppose to lead the interviews with them.", the woman leaned her head to the side,her breath tickling the way over his cheek, his jaw and eventually to his ear where she bit carefully Kurapikas earring to pull on it softly: "A friendly turn between family, not at all used to forge better connections. So I will not be here for the next four weeks." Her lips found their back back to Kurapikas, not kissing him but also not even an inch away from him. The ticking of the clock was very lloud in her ears.

"So anyway-" Smiling as innocently as she was definitive not the Music-Hunter leaned back and nimbly slided off the others lap. There was a certaine singsang behind her words as sweet as a song, as Senritsu did her best to not start laughing: "-I will go pack my suitcase now. My taxi comes in a few hours. We will see eachother in a month." @hunting-songs

The coffee cup was already empty as Kurapika continued scrolling through the news on his phone, while sitting at the kitchen table. The clock had now become only a background noise, while he enjoyed the tranquility that existed for the moment. He barely felt Senritsu climbing into his lap, he put the phone aside and turned to look at her with a soft smile. His arms wrapped around her waist and he hugged her, gently bringing her closer to him while his nose gently nuzzled her shoulder over her blouse. When he felt the soft caresses on his face, Kurapika smiled a little bigger, closing his eyes, feeling like fresh clay beneath her touch. His lips parted barely, almost imperceptibly when she spoke next to his lips. He was used to Light wanting to take Senritsu to work from time to time but now that they had become (quite) closer, the idea of spending a month away was annoying. He almost let out a reproachful moan - although he knew well there was nothing he could do about it - but it was quickly replaced by a sigh when he felt her breath tickle his skin. A soft shiver ran through his body when he felt her gently pull on his earring, as he had always been quite sensitive in his ears. However, when he felt her move away, when he felt her slide off his lap, a silent gasp left his barely parted lips. He blinked a few times, slightly surprised by her moving away. Kurapika got up from the chair going after her towards the other room, he crouched down to her height, maybe even a little lower and grabbed her by the waist, bringing her back close to him "What is this game, mh? It's not going to take you so long to pack your suitcase" His lips gently brushed hers, while his teeth passed almost imperceptibly over her lower lip. "You can't just show up like that and tell me you're leaving for a month" His teeth gently bit her bottom lip, and pulled it softly "No, without a more fitting goodbye" He whispered softly against her lips, the hand on her waist gently caressing her side. His lips moved gently to the side, leaving feather-soft kisses on her cheek, kisses that slowly trailed down her neck.

{ @hunting-songs }

#skarletchains #V: Es saß ein klein wild Vöglein #and here we have it again: senritsu beeing an jackass #lol

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#hunting-songs #its more a collage than a promo #I have no idea if I want this as a promo and I like the other more but the skelet picture of the pied piper fit so well into the blogtheme #senritsu #senritsu hxh #self promo #promo #rp promo #hunter x hunter rp #hunterxhunter rp #hxh rp #crossover rp #manga rp #animanga rp #comic rp #fantasy rp

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Fmk: senritsu, basho, linssen

Send my muse "FMK" and three names for them to say which one they'd Fuck, Marry and Kiss.

Suddenly the silence had become uncomfortable. There were at least two things he didn't like about that choice, yet the answer was clear in his mind, but part of him just preferred not to have to say it out loud. He sighed heavily, knowing that he was going to regret speaking.

"I would kiss Basho" The blonde gently pinched the bridge of his nose "Using the same logic as before, I prefer to fuck Linssen, because I know that then we can continue with our lives as if nothing had happened, instead Basho will find a way to annoy me with it. I'd rather he do it for a kiss than for something so intimate."

Kurapika could feel as if the air suddenly became heavier, feeling a slight pressure on his chest. Fingers tapped nervously on his desk. “Which leaves us with a match.” Suddenly the words felt heavy too, making speaking an effort. “In the Kurta clan we have the tradition of marriage. Unlike what I've seen here in the outside world, we Kurtas have no possessions to share, no agreements to make. We are just living in a place and if the place suddenly becomes unsafe, we abandon all things and migrate to a new location. We cannot afford to have possessions, at least not permanent ones, so there is none of that to share. Our marriage is based on a promise, not eternal love, because love sometimes disappears and we are not going to force ourselves to be with someone just because we promised that. But about respect, freedom, companionship, loyalty, communication, support, with that special person. It is a promise that is made to the earth and the sky, in exchange for protecting us on this new path together. To the sky to protect the Kurta and our descendants, and to the earth so that we never lack food." His gaze turned sad and he had to bite his lower lip hard to refocus on what mattered. "Of the three options, I would only make that promise with Senritsu." His lips parted to speak again, but the words didn't seem to want to come out. He sighed again, taking a few moments to continue speaking "But Senritsu doesn't seem to be a woman who likes marriage." Although he continued speaking, the words were still as heavy as stones in his mouth "So I wouldn't ask her, I don't want to make her uncomfortable, I want her to feel good by my side." He smiled, but it was more of a (very) sad smile. "Besides, that would require first making her part of the Kurta... And I'm not selfish enough to ask her that."

#senritsu just sneezes in the background: 'huh. did someone talked about me...?'#sksksksks #I regret nothing #also: yessss! lore drop!#more of that please dear writer :D #not my writing #skarletchains #dont drag my girl! she said she WOULD marry him if that would be important for him because she frankly does not care herself #.which is rather unromantic. okay yeh. Kurapika is understandable

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