#Alex Rider timeline

[truly-sincerely]

@akilah12902 and I are working on the Alex Rider (TV) metaseason timeline. The prop department seems to have gone rogue and there's a ton of inconsistencies happening in season 2 so we're having to decide what to keep and what to throw out.

Here's some of my notes:

Season 1 definitely happens in the last 3 weeks of the spring term, and it ends on the Monday before Easter.

For the year I did some guesswork work based on cherry blossom season and what date Easter falls on and 2019 and 2020 were both candidates, but 2021 is out due to peak cherry blossom bloom being only 6 days before Easter.

I also feel confident saying that Season 2 takes place largely in November of 2020 even tho there's a prop at the end of the season given to Jack that says her guardianship begins in April, 2021 (which would be 6 months later).

If we ignore the cherry blossom season/Easter inconsistency and put season 1 in 2021 then we could assume that the prop is backdated (to shortly after Ian's death), putting season 2 in November 2021.

By the way, the main problem with dating season 2 is because of wild inconsistency between the establishing shots and the shots with actors in them. Establishing shots all have green trees implying spring or summer, but in actual scenes trees are all bare and the actors are all wearing jackets, implying autumn. To make things even more confusing, the view from Tom's camera has trees covered in yellow leaves. There are also a couple of recycled shots of the front of Ian's house with the cherry tree in bloom out front that I am ignoring.

The timeline for Season 3 is insane and I'll have to get back to you on this one but we do know it takes place when Alex is 17 because of all the references to John's death being 17 years ago and Julia explicitly telling Alex that he was 6 months old when the hostage exchange took place (We're assuming that Julia isn't lying about anything that happened except by omission).

Jack's prop at the end of season 2 also gives Alex's birth date as Feb 13, 2005, which would mean that the hostage exchange took place in August of 2005 and season 3 takes place at some point in 2022. But again, the props department may have gone rogue.

I need to rewatch the second half of season 3 before I put down a definitive date for that part of the show.

[mcskullmun]

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[whywasmartha]

if I was alex rider I would be blaming everything on julius grief, cause lbr:

Jones: We saw you there. We have CCTV recordings.

Alex: are you sure? Maybe it was Grief. Who knows if he actually died?

Jones: You’re really going to blame your dead clone from 2 years ago. That’s really the story you’re going with here.

Alex: people tend to come back from the dead in this line of work. who knows what it could have been???

[mminu]

ok last alex rider post before i go to sleep. julius is sick for this but the idea of trying to add the guy you absolutely despite on facebook just to mess with him is so funny

[badalexridermemes]

[icebluecyanide]

You just made me think of an au/future fic of Alex Rider x TVD

Imagine the chaos.

BTW why there are so little to non Yalex fanfics?!

Ohhh that's an interesting cross over idea! Maybe we can make Yassen a vampire too :3

As for why there are so few non yalex fics, I'm not sure that's right? There are still many gen fics, but Yassen is a fascinating character and there's a lot of potential in his dynamic with Alex so I'm not surprised it's the most popular ship by far.

[suzie-shooter]

The Wine Dark Sea

Fandom: Alex Rider Pairing: Yassen Gregorovich/Alex Rider Rating: There's one explicit sex scene in the first chapter, the rest is PG Wordcount: 26,734

Fourth (and last? who knows, rarely me) instalment in the Lights Out 'verse. Alex and Yassen’s attempt to live out a peaceful retirement on Agatos is once more derailed by forces beyond their control. When Alex is blackmailed into investigating a man suspected of kidnapping refugees it’s only supposed to be an information gathering exercise – but events have a way of escalating in ways they never imagined, leaving Yassen willing to risk everything to buy them a shot at lasting peace.

[picturejasper20]

Danny Phantom compilation fan animatic list

Based on this post i saw, i thought about doing one for Danny Phantom fandom animatics i have seen around.

Rider's Lullaby by Cap'n Ney Idea: Based on Krossan's AU of Dan Phantom. In the animatic Jazz helps Dan reminding him of who he used to be and how he turned into Dan/Dark Danny. Song is from Centaurworld series

Nothing Left To Lose || Danny Phantom Animatic by Kadziduo (youtube) Idea: Valerie tries to get her revenge on Vlad for manipulating her but Danny tries warning her before she takes it too far and/or gets hurt in the process. The song is from Tangled the Series

Still Feel animatic by Hoodedjelly (Also on tumblr) Idea: It is based on when Danny transformed into a half ghost by stepping into the Ghost Portal and what he saw/felt during that moment. Song by Half Alive

Holy Ghost by Orphe Idea: AU where Danny dies from the portal accident and becomes a full ghost instead of becoming a half ghost-half human like in the series. Song by Modern Baseball

Deepo Phantom by D-Feng Idea: Danny sings a song and tries to befriend Sidney (?) The song is from Deepo movie and was sang by Danny's voice actor.

To be a Ghost King by Kadziduo Idea: Ghost King AU, Clockwork teaches Danny how to be a Ghost King. Song from Barbie Princess Popstar movie

Ghost Meme by Amethyst Ocean Idea: AU where Danny goes missing after the portal accident and Sam goes looking for him. Song by Confetti

You are my daad meme by Saffee Bear Idea: The meme of ¨you are my dad¨ with Danny having Spiderman and Deadpool as his dads

Horse loose in a hospital by Dots Idea: Based on the original audio using Vlad being elected as mayor from Amity Park and not having idea what he is doing.

What does Clockwork do in his free time animatic by auraphantom Idea: A shitpost animatic of what Clockwork does when he has free time

The Ghost Portal Incident animatic by theAxolotlKween Idea: A shitpost about how Danny turned into a half ghost because of the portal incident

Danny hates Christmas by Tumbling Darkling Idea: Different animations with audios that show Danny hating christmas

Vlad Masters' Gamerpad [RTFD x Danny Phantom] by Spooky Ghostpeppers (Also in tumblr as GhostPeppers and ghoulishautism) Idea: Vlad talking to Danielle about his past with the ¨gamer¨ speech meme. Audio from Sonic the Hedgehog Real Time dub

Monster by Soni Dragon Idea: Scenario where Dark Pariah returns and takes over Amity Park, Danny's house is destroyed and Danny blames himself for what happened. Song from Frozen musican and over by Alex Jemphrey

Prom Dress meme | Vlad Masters ( young ) by Bege Tege Idea: It explores Vlad's past, his time in the hospital and how he first turned into Plasmius. Song by Mxmtoon

Mr.Sunfish by Muku GC Idea: It takes place post Phantom Planet. It shows Vlad regretting the way he took Jack's friendship for granted and checking how Jack has been doing (while he remains invisible). Song by YonKaGor

DP AU Clockwork's Apprentice by EP阿佑 (Also here on tumblr) Idea: AU where Danny gets adopted by Clockwork instead of Vlad after the Nasty Burger TUE explosion. Some time passes and Danny finds out about the timeline he turned into Dark Danny. He tries changing the outcome in spite of Clockwork's warning. Audio is from Haoliners and LAN Studio

DP Phantasy AU - Pitchfork Kids animatic by KC Idea: Danny Phantom fantasy AU that reimagines the events of Reign Storm episode. Song by AJR

Danny Phantom Warriors Cat AU-Crystals by Tumbling Darkling Idea: DP Warriors Cats AU, the animation seemed to be part of a bigger project. Song by Monsters and Men

[ravensprophet]

was making an alex rider timeline to help me better visualise canon events and BRO WAS GOING THRU IT WITH NO BREAKS WTH 😭😭

[televisionjester]

the alex rider series asks hard questions like "what if we put a reckless 14 year old in situations so stressful the average adult wouldn't be able to handle them" and ignores several others like "what is the actual timeline"

[truly-sincerely]

Alex Rider Season 1 Timeline be upon ye

(This is what I do. I do timelines. Get me hyperfixated on your show's Blorbos and I'll do a timeline for you too)

I have reasonable confidence that this timeline starts on the 19th of March, 2020 in an alternate universe where COVID didn't happen.

Friday - Nonsense w/ Tom's phone, Ian is yassassinated

Saturday - Condolences from "the Bank", Alex puts Jones onto Point Blanc, Alex follows Crawley back to the department

Sunday - Blunt threatens to deport Jack

Monday - Alex gets kidnapped on his way home from school

Tuesday - Alex gets briefed on his Alex Friend identity

Wednesday - Shopping/haircut day

Thursday - Invited to see Spider-man with Ayisha

Friday - Alex goes to stay with the Friend family

Saturday - Fiona Friend shows up unexpectedly, Tom comes over w/ pizza

Sunday - Alex has his interview with Eva Stellenbosch

Monday - Alex arrives at Point Blanc

Tuesday - Alex gets his physical assessment

Wednesday - Martin Wilby is yassassinated, Alex is drugged/scanned

Thursday - Yassen goes to Brookland and then to Point Blanc to threaten Greif and smile at Alex, Alex and Kyra sneak out after dark and explore the second floor

Friday - Kyra escapes, Alex explores the basement, Tom goes to Roscorp, Parker's handler is yassassinated, Alex escapes

Saturday - Blunt fakes a call from Parker to Greif, Alex and SAS team raids Point Blanc

Sunday - MI6 returns Alex to his house

Monday - Greif is yassassinated, school dance, clone!Alex is yassassinated, Yassen literally rolls over rather than shoot Alex

Fin.

[mcskullmun]

They should invent an everything machine written by somebody else so I can passively enjoy it

Alternatively they should at least make a complete timeline so I don’t have to figure out any more plot

[writeforfandoms]

CoD Masterlist

Yes yes I know, another new fandom. But really can you blame me?

John Price

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Alex Keller

Phillip Graves

Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo Parra

Valeria Garza

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

König

Frank Woods and Alex Mason

And the one and only Gen fic I have that doesn't quite belong anywhere else...

Starbound - TF141 is sent on a mission to retrieve valuable intel in the hunt for Makarov. Unfortunately, there's more waiting for them in the jungle than they anticipated.

Dragon Riders AU required its own list. You'll find the fics linked here, along with the world map, timeline, lore, and other things related to this world.

[icebluecyanide]

The amount of effort I'm putting into this canon divergent/missing scene fic to make sure it matches with the canon timeline when ahorz couldn't even decide whether Alex is at Malagosto for three days or close to two weeks 😭 at this point it's mostly spite and perfectionism keeping me going because ahorz i s2g

[thecedarchronicle]

all im saying is that if anne is allowed to break the timeline for the birthday event i think she should also be allowed to break the timeline for the dressage event. come onnn. an event where riders all meet up to showcase their disciplines and how refined of a rider they are??? riding clubs all coming together for petty rivalries??? this is MADE for anne von blyssen. why is alex here

[winterisol]

im in the trees, im in the breeze (3/?)

Rosquez Future Reconciliation Fic (2028-TBD)

Part One. || Part Two.

Word Count: 2.1k words Warning(s): Minor descriptions of injuries, angst, non-linear timeline

Valentino has never been known for being patient. Especially as he sits waiting on news about one of his kids. Even with crashes being a apart of the job, he never seems to get used to it. The knowledge that there are things that are truly out of your control, scares him.

Standing outside the medical centre, Valentino ran a hand through his hair. If he was alone he’d probably be pacing around, biting at his lips and fidgeting with his hands. He was never great at waiting, especially when it was around the medical centre.

But next to him sat an equally nervous Marco, who was the first to exit the medical centre with an icepack held to his ribs.

After five minutes of sitting in the waiting room under the florescent lights, white walls and the scent of alcohol, he shot up taking one look at Marco and dragging him outside.

Both of them look a second away from snapping, Marco picking at his lips, not bothering to tame his messy hair. Valentino was certain he didn't look much better leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.

Glancing back at Marco, Valentino could not help his fond smile.

Valentino loved all of his kids equally. But perhaps it was the sheer amount of god-worship he received from Marco when he was a kid, or perhaps it was the shocking similarities in their personalities, but Marco has always received the soft loving side of Valentino.

Even now, with Marco being 30, he still sometimes felt like that child back in 2020, overeager, brash, but most of all loving.

Of course that is not to say Marco did not mature. In someways Valentino felt that all his kids were more mature then him. Marco of today no longer blindly blames other riders. Despite being loyal to a fault, he still tries to look at things in a pragmatic manner, or at least acknowledging he is immensely biased and would kill for his friends or family. 

But if one thing still stayed the same, was the immense respect and trust he had for Valentino, eyes still shiny and bright with awe as he talked to Valentino.

The last time someone so close to him stared at him like that was almost a decade ago.

And suddenly, as Bezz turned to look at Valentino the gaze felt suffocating.

“Bezz why don't you wait out here. I’m going to use the restroom, and if there are any updates I'll grab you.” Valentino suddenly said, moving up the stairs and into the building, beelining towards the restrooms.

Entering a stall Valentino sighed, trying to collect his thoughts. It was a chaotic day to say the least, with both Bezz and Celestino crashing out, on top of another poor qualifying from Franky. reflecting on it, his concentration was only broken from the sound of the doors.

Valentino took in a sharp breath, as a voice all too familiar began to speak.

“Alex!”

Valentino heard, the only other sound being feet shuffling against the restroom tiles, echoing across the empty walls.

“No, Ambos sabemos lo difícil que fue-”

Clearly he was cut off by the other Marquez brother, whose voice was so loud Valentino could hear his voice spill out from the phone from the stall in which he hid.

“No, no vueles hasta aquí, estás herido.”

And then there was a pause. What for? Valentino could not tell. He lost the desire to speak Spanish a long time ago.

“no puc.” Marc whispered, and Valentino froze. A phrase so short, words so quiet that if Valentino had not heard it before, he would have never understood.

“Alex,  si us plau, no puc.” 

Whatever was said next was enough for the call to end the beep, the tone hanging heavy in the air.

There was a sigh, and then a loud groan of frustration followed by the sound of the sink, water splashing about, before the door slamming shut a few seconds later. 

Valentino let out a breath he didn’t know he held, unlocking the stall and quietly exiting the restroom. Exiting he turned the corner to immediately see Celestino who stood with a large sling covering his left collarbone. Staring at each other for a few moments, Valentino could see the rims around Celestino’s eyes were wet, most likely the result of angry tears.

Valentino wanted to ask a million different things, but none of them seemed right. Nothing seemed right with Celestino. 

“Celin, Bezz is outside waiting for you.” Valentino finally said, but as the words slipped out he could see Celestino’s gaze hard.

“ Thank you.” Celestino curtly replied, gently pushing past Valentino and towards the entrance, where Marco still sat on the stairs.

Not knowing what to do with himself, Valentino awkwardly trailed the younger Italian, hands shoved in his pockets as he saw Marco perk up, gently pulling Celestino into an embrace, mindful of Celestino’s and his own injuries.

“Boys, why don’t we go to my motorhome? It's the closest and I have snacks.” Valentino weakly offered.

“Let's go! Cele, if we are fast we can still watch the race.” Marco quickly responded, grabbing Celestino’s right hand and tugging the younger boy towards the motorhome, not waiting for a response.

He didn’t need one. Where Marco went, Celestino would follow.

-

Pecco had won the race, though even from the distance of his motorhome, Valentino knew that was the least of Pecco’s concern. The podium was a rather solemn affair, champagne popped, but nothing more than PR smiles across everyone’s faces.

Whispers across the paddock only fuel the situation. Whispers of injury, of surgery, of retirement.

“Marco, Cele, you’re both okay.” Pecco sighed in relief as he entered the motorhome. Moving towards the pity pile that was Marco and Celestino curled on the couch, Pecco attempted to touch Marco’s hair, his leather’s pulled half way down, the gross scent of champagne and sweat premeting throughout the room.

Pushing Pecco away, Marco glared playfully, saying, “Go wash first, you might be a world champion, but that doesn’t mean you can touch me with your stinky hands.”

“You wound me Marco Bezzecchi!” Pecco playfully exclaims, placing a hand over his chest.

Celestino finally cracked a genuine smile as he drawls, “Oh the woes, first you win a race, and now you are being told to shower. Pity is you.”

“The both of you! Ganging up on your elder! Vale, do you see this?” Pecco whines.

“Just go shower, I'd rather you not get champagne on my couch, very expensive.” Valentino teases, sitting around the dining table, his laptop in an attempt to get ahead of his work.

Defeated, Pecco laughed, giving them all a brief finger before slinking towards the bathroom, throwing his neck towel towards Celestino who dodged just in time for it to hit Marco flat in the face.

After showering Pecco joined the two boys on the couch, the three of them squished together, sat on their phones and occasionally giggled as they tapped each other’s shoulders to show them what they had found. 

They decided to have a quiet night, ordering food and lounging around, Pecco begging Marco to review the race with him. 

Watching the start, Valentino looked up from his seat, narrowing his eyes as they rewatched the start, Marco’s mistake earning him a wince from both Pecco and Celestino. 

As the replay started they all held their breath, watching as a distinctive 93 threw its rider into the air, waiting for the inevitable hit.

From there they were all silent, unsure on how to continue. After what felt like the hundredth replay Celestino grabbed the remote, skipping the painfully long red flag and back to the restart.

Marco tried his best to uplift the mood, making fun of Pecco’s mistakes as they reviewed the rest of the race.

By the end Valentino was no longer focused on either the race or his work, an uncomfortable buzz coursing through his veins. Closing his eyes, Valentino tried to focus on anything but that, staring at the computer screen in front of him, feeling the texture of his pants, reaching for the smell of food, even trying to listen to the distant sounds of scooters.

Suddenly Marco’s voice broke his focus, the younger rider trying his best not to glance over at Valentino as he asked, “Pecco, have you heard any updates about Marc?”

“Marc? No, I heard the medical centre sent him to the hospital for further scans, but no updates past that.” Pecco shrugged.

“The Marquez brothers don’t seem to have the best luck this year with injuries.” Bezz offhandedly commented.

“Yeah, for Alex it's really blood vessels and nerve damage that's messing with the recovery. I heard he’s already had surgery on his shoulder before.” Celestino replies, shifting uncomfortably. Unlike everyone else in the paddock they all seemed to dance around the elephant in the room, refusing to directly mention him and more specifically his injury. 

“Boys, I’m going to go on a walk. I’m too full to even think.” Valentino announced, cutting through the tension, desperate for some air.

“Don’t get lost, old man.” Valentino hears Pecco call out as he exits the room, the cool evening air giving him a fresh sense of relief.

Unsure on where to go, he lets himself wander, the alleys between the motorhomes just bright enough to see the ground, but other than that almost pitch black.

There was something peaceful about the night, perhaps it was unusual silence around the motorhomes, or perhaps it was the comfort of darkness.

Valentino quietly hummed to himself, brushing his hand against the walls until a short sound caused him to pause.

It was sharp, almost silent, like hearing the subtle squeak of a mouse from the inside of a barn.

A whimper.

Followed by a short sniffle.

Squinting Valentino peer further down his path, a dim yellow light spilling from a motorhome as a figure was tucked behind its stairs, clearly hiding from something.

From where he stood he could clearly make out a 93 on the wall of the motorhome. The person crouched over clearly the owner of that motorhome.

Marc always said he liked to sit outside to think.

If Valentino was a sensible man he would have turned around, pretending he was never there. Just like he did in 2019.

-

It was a typical night in Thailand, bugs humming incessantly while the air was both humid and unbearably warm. Valentino wanted nothing more than to retreat back to his motorhome, but instead he found himself wandering the looming alleyways formed by the trucks, searching for the team's truck where he left his very important phone.

Overall, it was a good race, nothing spectacular enough to write home about, but it wasn’t horrible.

Ducking through the maze, Valentino smiled seeing the monster energy logo, only for a sound cut through his focus. It was then followed by a voice, a pained wince, followed by a familiar laugh. While the laugh was unmissable, there was something off. It’s once familiar sweetness lost from time and pain. No, this laugh was not one of unmarked innocence and enjoyment, no this laugh was a bitter one, almost cynical.

Following the sound, he found himself squinting at a small figure at the end of one of the deadends, sitting against the wheel of a truck, arms covering his face.

“Marc, canalla, pots guanyar una cursa, pots guanyar un mundial, però no pots ni caminar?” He seemed to murmur, followed by a dry heave and then finally a quiet sob.

If Valentino was a better man he would have gone to help.

But he never claimed to be a saint.

-

Instead Valentino found himself walking over, standing an awkward distance away as he finally spoke.

“Marquez? Do you need help? Should I call someone?”

And that seemed to get the man’s attention, rapidly wiping away his tears, looking up quickly only to wince, the movement most definitely pulling at the muscles in his left shoulder.

In the lighting Valentino could almost pretend it was over a decade ago, when seeing Marc did nothing more than excite Valentino. When being so close to him meant a warm embrace.

But instead they maintained distance, eyeing each other warily, Marc strongly keeping an arm's length from Valentino. Like he would be burned if he got any closer.

“I don’t want to hear it Rossi, I promise you I didn’t purposely interfere with the race. And I also promise I’ve not engaged in any mind games with your precious protegee.” Marc bitterly dismisses, pushing himself up from the ground using both arms, definitely trying to make a point.

“I- Did you not hear what I said? I ask if you needed help!” Valentino said back, running a hand through his curls, unsure on how else to proceed.

“Why do you care? You think this will benefit Pecco, Rossi?” Marc drawled, leaning against the motorhome, eyes glinting under the moonlight.

“Don’t call me that!” Valentino snapped back.

“It’s your name, no? Or am I not even worthy enough to utter the name of our sport’s god.” Marc continued, his tongue sharp, words even more scathing.

“Marc, please. Listen to me-” Valentino sighed, not even sure why he was even continuing the conversation.

“No, you listen to me! Why do you even care? After years are nothing but insults? Why must I listen to you?” Marc snapped back, voice shaking as he stood up straight, scrunching his nose as he attempted to push off the wall, forgetting he couldn’t use his left shoulder.

It was a stand still, Valentino not knowing what he could say.

Instead he stared, eyes tracing a familiar pattern across Marc’s face, lingering at the same mole along his temple that has been there as long as Valentino has known him. He also lingered on the unfamiliar. The sign of wrinkles along his eyes and stubble which wasn't there ten years ago covering his jaw. It was a cold reminder that this was not the same Marc Marquez from 2013.

That he didn't know him anymore.

“Just, don’t bother Rossi, I don’t care for whatever delusions brought you here.” Marc hissed, before stalking past Valentino and into his motorhome. Leaving Valentino stood outside. Alone.