It is so exceptionally hard to pull off that cartoony look, but this chick like… knocked it out of the park. Perfection.
OH MY GOD THIS COSPLAYER
seriously JUST BROWSE HER GALLERY
Hollywood: “But we can’t make the costumes look like they do in the comic books or cartoons! It’s too unrealistic!”
Hollywood: “It won’t look right!”
Hollywood: “Fans demand realism!”
Me: "YOU SIT ON A THRONE OF LIIIEEESSS!!!!!"
oh you had a bad day???????? WELL 2014 years ago the dinosaurs went instinct on this very day. think before u speak
…..sweetheart, I think you are mistaken.
listen sweetie(: im a dinosaur scientist i know what i’m talking about
No… That’s wrong…defiantly not right my friend
hey buddy i know what i’m talking about okay
I like this a lot.
You always see things like the witch’s daughter. This is more interesting to me, since it’s rarely done!
Holy details, wow. WOW.
is he bleeding out a fairy?
Yeah he is!
Everybody in this is scary
You didn’t get very far in office work without at some point being the subject of workplace harassment. Well, not if you were a conventionally attractive woman. Irritatingly enough, in order to get far, you had to be attractive. So: cake on a layer of makeup every morning, wear something stylish, grin and bear the leers and worse. Rinse and repeat.
One the one hand higher status, greater influence, and better pay. On the other, oily men straight out of the fifties and far too handsy for a woman’s comfort, complete with an over-inflated sense of their own importance and qualms over leering after a married woman. Or copping a feel when they could get away with it. Or, in fact, responding to resistance with threats about her job security.
She wasn’t remotely amused by it, and neither was her wife.
This said, it was hardly as if she didn’t use her looks to her advantage; she had been born attractive, and used her well-made clothes and carefully-styled hair to emphasize it. Never mind that she hated having it loose; she hadn’t worn it up to work since she was nineteen and somebody told her she looked better with her hair down. Pretty girls got higher up the foodchain than plain ones, so she made sure her chances were good. But merely being attractive didn’t give anybody license to take what wasn’t theirs.
It was helpful that every single one of the greasy men was, in due course of time - sometimes even after she’d been moved on - revealed to be involved in or linked to some practices ranging from morally dubious to downright illegal. Each was ‘let go’ rather quickly after that.
Nobody would think to make any connections to her, of course. Neither she nor Neliah was fool enough to let anything be traced back to her. Nevertheless, after three years of slow ascension through the hierarchy of Super Omnes and six fired bosses, she found her progression considerably faster. Positions were more ready available, and promotions seemed to fall out of the sky.
She and the other Mrs Aitken discussed what should be done with the possibility that they had been noticed, and apparently approved of, by one of the senior members of the company. It was decided unanimously that they were neither of them in a position to turn down the generous raises she had begun to receive.
So, six months later Irene became the head of the Public Relations department, and one of the chief liaisons to the CEO and his assistant. Another kind of threat entirely, this. How, precisely, she would go about removing the man in charge of the entire company, she didn’t know. It would be very difficult, nearly impossible to achieve cleanly should he decide to take advantage of his position.
She met Mr C. M. Smith on her first day, and was given both a carefully charming smile and a stack of paperwork. She left with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach; the man felt almost predatory, especially when compared to the fairly affable assistant who shared his office, and there had been a gleam she felt rather discomfitted by when he spoke of how “highly recommended” she had been.
Later that night, she wondered absently into her second glass of wine how much trouble she would get into if she deposed the head of one of the world’s most influential companies.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Neliah had told her, pouring herself a glass. “I’d make sure you got away with it.”
A week passed, and there was nothing. Not a single comment, nor any contact whatsoever. It grated against Irene’s nerves, the curious reticence mixed together with the general air of a shark scenting blood.
That was, until she started noticing the lingering contacts with his assistant instead. Smith never seemed to touch anybody if he could avoid it, but with Annas there would be a hand on the shoulder, or his fingers brushing against the smaller man’s in the simplest of exchanges, or Annas helping his superior with his coat whenever he was distracted. The realisation had been slow to dawn, and not entirely unpleasant.
Then again, Irene liked Annas. He was always polite, and generally friendly, and seemed to forget quite often that he was still her superior. All in all, she was growing familiar with him and while is continued lack of interest in her looks suggested that he might not be adverse to Caiaphas’ attention, the world was not always so simple. Merely because a man wasn’t attracted to (or was too professional to express interest in) her, didn’t automatically mean that he was interested in men.
So, one morning when Smith was at a meeting and she had an excuse to be in The CEO’s office, she took Annas aside and made certain inquiries as to whether he was having any issues with Caiaphas.
There was a momentary blankness, a second in which the cogs in his head visibly ground to a halt, and then he started laughing; a hand over his face and the other gripping the edge of his desk for support. A moment in which he managed to compose himself, and then he managed to provide an explanation for Irene, who felt suddenly out of her depth.
"Oh, good god, no." He grinned. "Well, besides the fact that he keeps working late, but we’re talking that one through, and as he points out I’m usually there too."
“Mmm,” he hummed, looking deeply amused. “Caiaphas and I have been…” he waved a hand aimlessly. “What’s the word? …Romantically involved? It’ll do… Romantically involved for over a decade now. So, really, I would be very much obliged if you refrain from visiting any misguided retribution on my significant other.” A shrug. “Though I’d be interested to know how exactly you planned on doing it, we’re rather careful.”
Irene took a moment, in a concerted effort towards not panicking. Annas still appeared perfectly unruffled - vaguely amused, at that - and try as she might she could detect a false note behind it. He was broadcasting warmth, completely open and charming, and despite everything that should be panicking her it was remarkably less worrying than it should be.
“I see, sir,” she replied, face polite and blandly professional (not blank, blank shows that you’re thinking, concealing, use something appropriate for gods’ sakes…)
Annas smiled at that, bright and genuine and softly dangerous. It was somewhat akin to being threatened by a puppy, she considered. He was totally composed while talking – well, close enough – about what had happened to those six bosses, and the potential for it to become more personal, and there was nothing but earnest affability to be found.
“Don’t worry about it, really,” he told her, leaning back a little in his chair. “In fact, take a seat. I have a feeling I need to explain something to you.”
“We don’t care. Honestly, we don’t.” He spread his hands. “The higher you get to the top, the grubbier you get. It happens. Besides, nothing is worse for morale and productivity than somebody making life in the workplace… tricky.”
“Mmm. So, nobody with an eye on the bigger picture objects to the removal of detriments to productivity. The thing is, an eye on the bigger picture makes patterns a lot easier to spot. I brought your file to Caiaphas, we helped you along a bit, and here you are.”
He paused, looking her in the eyes. “You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t good at your job, and we need somebody competent in PR. A lot of the running of this company involves politics and public opinion, and we need somebody to make sure that nothing Rome throws at us can stick. Legal’s good with making sure we don’t get caught out by whatever ridiculous piece of legislation gets tossed out way next, but the people actually have a voice. We’d quite like that voice to not hate us.”
“And you think I’d be able to do that?”
“Frankly? Yes. But not if you’re looking over your shoulder at us every five minutes. It’s very simple. Try to keep within the law, we don’t need that bullshit to deal with, but at least make sure it doesn’t link back to Omnes. Keep an eye on your subordinates, not your superiors, because only one of them wants to be in your place. Don’t trust the press, seriously, but you may as well get them to like you. Herod does a good job of it.”
Irene inhaled, then exhaled. Satisfactory. “I think I understand, sir.”
“One question, though.” Annas lifted a leaf of paper, checking something, then looked back up at her. “Mister, ah Gillimer?”
“Yes, sir?” Damn.
“I understand that he was found in a skip with a broken bottle lodged in his throat?”
Damn it, Neliah. “So I was informed, sir.”
A flash of teeth and humour. “Why might that be?”
“Couldn’t say, sir,” she informed him, and received only a raised eyebrow in response. “Could be karma at work, sir. Tampering with women’s drinks in order to take advantage is a sin, isn’t it?” Every syllable was cold and crisp and covered in frost.
“Is it? I can’t remember that one being in the ten commandments…”
“No, sir, likely not. The law, however, is fairly clear on the matter.”
That was the right answer, she could tell, and for a moment it irked her that this had been another test. But then again, of course it had. Annas stood. “Very well, Mrs Aitken. I’m sure you have work I’m keeping you from. Gods know I have a lot to do…”
She was nearly through the door, fingers curled around the cool brass, when the mild voice sounded from behind her once more. “I look forward to working with you, Mrs Aitken.”
“And I you, sir, “ she told the wooden door. “I’m sure it shall be interesting, at the very least.”
And with that, she left.
The next day, she wore her hair up.
I LOVE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH
I love these two women omg what great characters seriously
ALSO Annas laughing oh my god I can just see it so clearly it was so funny
Thank you for writing it!!
Shamelessly appropriating my own childhood
"Hold still," Annas ordered, tapping Caiaphas on the forehead. He obligingly stilled, and Annas continued to daub his face with cherry juice. Dark purple swirls and speckles began to appear, until the trails had become an intricate pattern spread across the man’s face.
With a flourish, he added two more strokes and sat back onto the grass. “I am an artist,” he announced, handing over a small mirror. “Truly.”
There was a pause as Cai took in the complex mix of twisting spirals and geometric lines, tiny dots scattered throughout. And all in perfect symmetry at that, even the painted-on furrow in his brow that made him look as if he were perpetually scowling.
"…You are a child," he announced, a small smile curving his lips. "I’m in a relationship with a five year old. When did my life go so wrong?"
Annas grinned, flopping back onto the grass, and sighed happily as the sunlight soaked into him. “Oh, hush. You knew what you were getting, don’t play the innocent now.” Cai settled down beside him, and he closed his eyes with a smile. “Besides, it’s a childhood tradition. Go pick as many cherries by the roadside as you can humanly carry, then come home, eat yourself sick and make as huge a mess as possible.” A lazy handwave. “Y’know. /Artistically/.”
A huff of air tickled his cheek, and with a low rumble the other replied. “Well, many of my childhood memories for on holiday somewhere warm involve the judicious application of cold water. Consider yourself warned.”
THIS IS SO CUTE THESE TWO ARE SO CUTE
ahh I just love it so much
Hey I hate fish too but I really really love sushi, there are some types without fish! :D But aww that’s really cute
Annas has a very good memory, so he doesn’t. Cai does though, but Annas usually reminds him or, sometimes when it’s something important, writes him a note to make sure he doesn’t forget.
Last time they got lost?
Ohh I’d like to watch the news after that I bet it’d be interesting haha also so many conspiracy theories about what happened omg
Cai does like them quite a lot, and even eats them raw sometimes, they’re a good snack. Annas likes them in salads and he also likes carrot cake, but not steamed carrots because he thinks that takes weird
Do they like sushi?
Well one time they were at a restaurant and when their waiter brought them their food and told them to enjoy it, instead of ‘thank you’, Cai said ‘You too’ with the most serious voice. Just something that happens to a lot of people sometimes but he felt really stupid. Annas had to try really hard not to laugh.
What would they do if the could stop time?