#IL EST DEAD

[mapplesand]

big day for french people the old nazi just died

[piemaker-from-gallifrey]

JEAN MARIE LE PEN EST MORT !! PUTAIN MAIS OUI !! OUIIIIIIII !! MAIS MERCI !!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🍾🍾🍾🍾 Pour fêter ça je vais m'acheter une petite tarte au citron et je vais y mettre une putain de bougie !! 🎉🍾

[v4mpiv0re]

ma meilleure pote m'a dit sur jean marie le pen "dis toi là il doit être en train de s'expliquer devant Dieu" et il n'y a rien de plus réel, mtn par pitié ça doit continuer pour tous les autres

[vinstinx]

JE MEURT- il est trop fort

[saltedcoffeee]

OU SONT LES EDİTS #SAD DE BRANDON BURGER SE JETANT DU HAUT D'UN PONT POUR SAUVER TORONTO

[flashbic]

No Archive Warnings Apply / rated T parce que le Lorrain est un peu trop horny pour son propre bien, un peu de angst pour la forme, Le Lorrain/Falconi

Falconi a pris la décision de rejoindre les Cartouchiens. Une décision évidente, et pourtant faire une croix sur le passé se révèle plus difficile qu'il ne l'aurait cru. Alors qu'il se questionne sur sa place au sein de sa nouvelle famille, le Lorrain interrompt ses pensées.

Je voulais attendre d'avoir un dessin pour aller avec celui-là, mais Woups, trop tard. Techniquement ça se passe quelques temps après La Longue Fanfic... qui est pas encore finie, mais c'est pas grave, ça peut probablement se lire tout seul comme si c'était juste un AU.

[risiblesamour]

"Et la vie suit son cours, chaque lendemain a son histoire Le chemin le plus court, rentrer avant qu'il soit trop tard Et la vie suit son cours, chaque lendemain a son histoire Le chemin le plus court, rentrer avant qu'il soit trop tard" Les ennuis- Izïa&orelsan

[jules-and-company]

THIS FUCKING QUOTE OUGHHFHF

[lnfours]

london bristol boy | l.n

summary: hi! would it be possible to get a second part of Daylight? maybe Charles finding out or Lando telling Charles? that would be so good. I love your writing❤️ thank you so much! - @powerfulmess

warnings: fluff, a bit of awkwardness, language, slightly protective!charles, loving boyfriend!lando, leclerc!reader

masterlist | part 1 | ask box | listen

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

charles didn’t know what to expect when maman had told him you were bringing your new boyfriend to family dinner. he expected someone normal, someone you might’ve met through a friend or a dating app or something.

but when one of his friends walked through the door, one hand on your waist and the other holding your mothers favorite flowers, he couldn’t help the steam almost pouring out of his ears.

on the other hand, arthur thought it was hilarious.

“you owe me twenty dollars,” arthur smirked and charles rolled his eyes.

“you knew?”

“anyone with eyeballs could tell they were into each other,” he said, “you’re just oblivious.”

you and lando made your way over to the couch, your brothers hugging and greeting you. lando stuffed his hands in his pockets, giving a tight lipped smile to a not so happy looking charles. arthur gave him a pat on the back, going to help in the kitchen.

“good luck, mate,”

lando nodded at him, mumbling a sarcastic, “yeah, thanks mate,”

“charles,” you pulled your brothers attention from your boyfriend, “can i speak with you for a second?”

he nodded, following you outside. you closed the door and sent lando a small reassuring smile. he gave you a nervous one back, silently saying ‘please don’t leave me alone in here for long’.

you looked over at your brother, “i’m sorry, we should’ve told you before we came to dinner,” you said, “but it’s new, like a few weeks old new, and we’re still trying to figure everything out,”

you took a deep breath as he stayed silent, letting you continue, “im sorry, char.”

he sighed, “yes it was a surprise, but as long as he makes you happy, amor-“

you cut him off by throwing your arms around his neck, causing him to chuckle before he hugged you back.

“s'il te fait du mal, il est mort,” (“if he hurts you, he’s dead”)

you laughed, “il ne le ferait pas.” (“he wouldn’t”)

“oh je sais qu'il est amoureux de toi depuis des années.” your brother smiled and you blushed softly. (“oh i know, he’s been in love with you for years”)

“so have i,”

“i know,” he smirked, nodding towards the door, “c’mon, better go save lover boy maman’s burning questions.”

you laughed and entered back into the living room, looking around until you saw lando in the kitchen, helping your mom chop vegetables. your brother snorted next to you, which made you let out a tiny laugh.

lando’s head snapped in your direction and he could tell the two of you were making fun of the apron that had pink and white flowers all over it.

“you two are just jealous you can’t pull this off,” he said and you laughed softly, coming to stand next to him.

“yeah, baby,” you said, “the grandma flowers really make your eyes pop.”

“thanks, honey,” he smiled sarcastically at you, nose scrunching. you let out a giggle before placing a kiss on his cheek, your hand on his shoulder.

“maman,” you said and she lifted her head up, “puis-je voler lando un peu ?” (“can i steal lando for a bit?”)

“bien sûr ma chère. charles, s'il te plaît, prends sa place,” (“of course, my dear. charles, please take his place.”)

charles groaned and lando laughed, taking the apron off and tossing it to him. you led lando out of the room, “have fun, mate!”

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” charles mumbled, tying the apron around his waist.

“elle est si heureuse, elle rayonne,” maman smiled at her eldest son, “il pourrait être le bon.” (“she’s so happy, she’s beaming. he can be the one.”)

charles smiled over at his mother, “peut-être que tu as raison, maman.” (“maybe you’re right, mom”)

“je ne le suis pas toujours ?” (“am i not always?”)

he laughed and shook his head, meanwhile you and lando were sitting on the front steps, your head on the shoulder of his black button up shirt. you looked up at him for a minute, just taking in his side profile and how well he dressed today.

“you want a picture, babe?” he smirked over at you and you rolled your eyes.

“you wish,” you said, “no, you look good, baby.”

he’d smile, eyes traveling over you in the white flowy dress, “you look even better,”

you smiled, laying your head back down on his shoulder as he pulled you closer to his side.

“this is a nice little place,” he said, looking around, “can see why you love coming back home so much.”

you nodded, lifting your head up, “yeah, but home isn’t where the heart is,”

he smiled softly, eyes meeting yours, “you and these damn taylor swift references,”

you laughed, “okay, but she’s got a point!”

“i’m not from london, baby.”

“okay, okay, fine,” you smiled, “bristol boy, better?”

“better, thank you,” his lips pressed against your temple. you shivered slightly as the wind picked up a little.

“you cold?” he asked, “i have a hoodie in the car,”

you shook your head, “it’s okay,”

“you sure?”

you nodded, slipping your hands underneath his shirt and finding his stomach. his skin warm, but he still jumped slightly at how cold your hands were. you laughed as he shook his head, “it could be a hundred degrees outside and i swear your hands would still be cold.”

“you’re just as lost about it as i am, trust me.”

he let out a laugh, ignoring how your fingers were tracing the indents in his stomach of his abs. he bent down towards you, noses bumping as he used his to lift your head up slightly before he closed the gap between you. he kissed you sweetly, lovingly, his lips moving from yours to your cheeks to pepper kisses along the skin after.

“i’m happy i drunkingly broke into your house that one night.”

he laughed, “i am, too, love. i am too.”

[teabreakpancakes]

Can you do Joseph,Aesop and Wu Chang with a male s/o who is a demon like Nezuko

male s/o used to be a lab experiment and he likes wearing kimono

Bound By The Red Spider Lilies Joseph, Aesop and Wu Chang x Male! Reader

although this is a male reader request, i don't actually use gender specific pronouns while writing, i use the personal pronoun "you" mostly

Genre: Fluff

You were a new hunter that arrived a few days prior, someone of Japanese descent like Miss Michiko. They were only told one sentence about you: "That muzzle keeps all the residents of the manor safe, it's in your best interest to keep that in mind". Throughout your stay, you piqued the interest of a certain hunter/survivor, luring them in with your charm—although, should it not be the flower that is picked and held captive?

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒

"Il est beau" Joseph muttered under his breath, onyx eyes gleaming under the old fashioned chandelier of the manor's living room. He could only admire you for so long until you noticed, your head snapping in his direction, tilting towards your left inquisitively.

Joseph coughed into his gloved hand, an elegant and practiced smile gracing his face, sheepishness barely visible to those that didn't know him—had he been alive, he would've been blushing. "What book are you reading amour?" he questioned, not wanting to explain why he was once again caught watching you like a moron. You shook your head, eyes smiling as you showed him the front cover of the book. Joseph sat down beside you, leaning over slightly to trace the engraved title. 'The book appears to be of Japanese origin', he guessed, unfamiliar with the letters used.

"Would it trouble you if I asked of you to read this book to me?" he inquired in a hushed tone, peering into their unnaturally coloured irises. It was a lighthearted request, one he had been withholding for a while; He knew that if he were to ask, you would not hesitate to indulge him, he know that only he had the privilege to hear your voice, to see your smile, to hear you laugh. Your voice was a treasure to him, one that meant you trusted him.

Your broad shoulders shook with a silent chuckle, nodding at the French aristocrat. You stood from your seat on the couch, holding out a hand for the photographer to hold. You departed, walking side-by-side towards his room. He traced patterns into your warm skin; Had he not known you were a demon, he would've taken you for a human, but he supposes it was unnatural for him, a dead man, to possess a heart that beats once more.

he gifts you kimonos of high quality, as well as a few traditional japanese treats (he asked miss Geisha)

hums lullabies to you on nights where any sound a level higher than average incites anxiety and fear within you—like he used to do so with claude back then

often takes pictures of you, ones that appreciate every little bit of you: the parts you like and don't like are all of the highest form of beauty in his eyes

aids you in maintaining and caring for yourself: if you have long hair, he combs through it every day at least three times. he also takes care of your nails—they grow rapidly, so he has to trim them pretty often so you don't injure yourself

he enjoys watching you perform tea ceremonies when you both have afternoon tea together—on occasions when it's cloudy and dark outside

he's asked Geisha about japanese etiquette on numerous occasions as to not disrespect you

he prides on the fact that only he has heard your voice within the manor

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋

Aesop was a social recluse, he had just so happened to encounter you in the main hall of the manor during one of the rare occasions of his person leaving the comfort of his room. He had never expected a hunter—let alone someone as beautiful as you—to send one of the kindest "smiles" in his direction; He felt as if the kindness conveyed through your eyes alone brought a touch of colour to the monochrome life he had lived through until that very moment.

Months later, he had received the highest privilege he could have ever wished for: calling you his beloved. You, who was already one with what could be called "eternal rest", the you who claimed to be deceased and yet showed more life than those of which who still had blood pumping through their very veins.

Before meeting you, he could only see beauty in the act of dying. He finds you, the love of his life, to be the one thing in his life that remains untouched by outside principles he's been taught.

He ponders deeply as you grace him with a smile, one not hidden away behind a piece of bamboo. 'Was this the love my mother talked about?', the question remained unanswered, and yet despite that, he could say with confidence that he loves you. But, would he really remain by your side until the end of time? he's only a mortal after all.

he tends to spend his time outside more often because of you—away from prying eyes at the very least, during the night

he adores the way you look at him, how could you look at him with such fondness—such care—such a doting gaze on the likes of him?

he doesn't know how to comfort people, but he tries for you; he combs through your hair gently, letting you lay on his chest

aesop tends to sleep at the same time as you, if you stay up, he can too, if you sleep early, he sleeps early too

he sometimes traces over the lovely patterns left on your skin that were caused by the experiment, always tells you about how beautiful you are with them too

he adores your voice, considers it a blessing to hear you speak

for some reason, you are drawn to warmth. so he becomes used to physical touch, the reason being one, wanting to be closer to you and two, because you are akin to a reptile and he is your 'heating pad'

avoids bringing up the topic of death with you, he knows you think of it as unpleasant, so why would he go out of his way to displease you?

𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 & 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔

Upon meeting you, they never could have anticipated that you were such... a bright soul. Had you never had told them, they never would've thought that you weren't a mortal. You seemed more human than most of them, the only indicators of you being of a different species were your eyes—such a colour could never belong to a human—and your souvenirs from the scientists that performed experiments on you.

You were an incredibly gentle soul, cowering upon meeting them initially. Wujiu quickly learned that speaking softly with you was a must if he wished to befriend you. They learned that being patient with you was the key to getting close to one of the most sincere individuals in their lifetime.

Bi'an and Wujiu were enamoured by you, there was only such a small amount of individuals capable of conversing or even interacting with them since they normally kept to themselves. You had wormed yourself into their lives, seeking solace within the small world of the umbrella the two souls choose to reside in.

With you, their closed off world gained unimaginable amounts of colour that completely erased any trace of mundanity from their daily cycle of life. Change isn't a welcome occurrence for some individuals, but they couldn't help but be eternally thankful for your arrival in their lives.

wujiu makes his voice softer and more quiet with you

bi'an often dotes on you with physical touch (he knows it comforts you if it's done by people you're close to)

most of the time they have outside of matches is spent with you

if your hair is long, they both enjoy caring for your hair—using up so many hours on just pampering you in general

they both tend to worry about the state of your teeth—does it not hurt to bite on the bamboo for so long?

when taking strolls outside and it's not completely dark, their umbrella comes in handy! they shield you from any light that could possibly hit you—even if you say it's not "fatal", it still hurts you do just accept their treatment

you three have matching kimonos, matching in pattern but each in your own colpur palettes

A/N: we got a four day break ^^, ofc, i still have tasks to accomplish but at least we don't have any class

[thewhumpcaretaker]

⚜ 𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 ⚜

Sources: One (I lost this link T_T but it was on pinterest. I'll add it if I find it!!) | Two | Three

Event Host: @wickblr

Summary: Sebastian LaCroix gets creative to make Vincent a cup of "hot chocolate" from blood, since he can't eat sweets anymore. (Crossover with Vampire: The Masquerade)

CW: blood, semi-sensual kisses with fangs, and lots of fluff <3

Hot chocolate was a simple enough recipe for kine. For kindred, it was, undeniably, a little more complex, but Sebastian LaCroix had always been a man of ambition. And Vincent had taken the loss of sweets so terribly hard after the embrace…it was really heartbreaking. Something had to be done about it.

LaCroix put his ingenuity to work one day in late October. Vincent had just come in from a blustery night, scattered with the flecks of a first snowfall. The concrete and asphalt floor of LA was just barely too warm for the snow to stick, but the air still stung. Sebastian kissed his lover’s icy cheeks, but it only earned a momentary half-smile before the Marquis’ perfect mouth returned to a pout. “J'espère que tout s'est bien passé? [I trust everything went well?]”

“Votre précieuse Mascarade est intacte. [Your precious Masquerade is intact],” he said, pulling away to sink into the couch by the fireplace. So he was annoyed. Apparently, it had been a long work night.

“Mon associé ne t’a posé aucun problème ? S’il l’a fait, je veillerai à ce qu’il soit convenablement puni. [My associate didn’t give you any trouble? If he did, I’ll see that he’s suitably punished.]”

Vincent shrugged. “Oh, il est mort maintenant. Pas besoin de s'embêter. J'aimerais seulement, les soirs comme ce soir, pouvoir rentrer à la maison avec un parfait ou un vin doux ou… de toute façon. Je vais me nourrir dans un moment, mais ce n'est pas pareil. [Oh, he’s dead now. No need to bother. I only wish, on nights like tonight, that I could come home to a parfait or a sweet wine or…anyway. I’ll feed in a while, but it’s not the same.]”

“Ah. Je suis désolé, mon amour. [Ah. I’m sorry, love.]” Sebastian stifled a smile. He had chosen the perfect day to prepare his recipe, it seemed. “Installez-vous un peu. J'ai quelques affaires à régler en bas. [Settle in for a bit. I have some matters to attend to downstairs.]”

“Bien. [Fine.]” Vincent’s eyes didn’t move from the fire.

In some twenty minutes, Sebastian emerged from the elevator carrying a gold tray, set with an enormous, fluted parfait cup. Vincent was still tucked into his seat, evidently more relaxed now. Sebastian took a moment to just look at him, to admire his quietude. He was reading, with his chin resting on one hand while the other supported the book on his knee. His face was placid and yet engaged, absorbed in some dreamy world, lips moving ever so slightly at times to savor the form of a particular word or phrase. It was almost a shame to disturb him. But Sebastian noticed that he’d also wrapped the throw blanket around himself. Sometimes, it bothered Vincent to be so cold from the inside out – he still wasn’t accustomed to it. And Sebastion could help with that.

He approached delicately, setting the tray on the coffee table in front of him. “Vinny,” he said, sing-song.

“Bast,” came the echo, natural and effortless, even before he closed his book. At last he looked to the coffee table, raising an eyebrow. “Qu'est-ce que c'est? [What is that?]”

“C'est du chocolat chaud pour toi. Et c'est vraiment caféiné. [It’s hot chocolate for you. And it really is caffeinated.]” LaCroix couldn’t help grinning with pride over his handiwork. “J'ai trouvé le noble le plus né possible, je lui ai donné autant de sucreries qu'il pouvait en manger et je lui ai injecté suffisamment de caféine pour qu'il soit mort dans une heure. J'ai même demandé au chef de faire des miracles avec de la mousse de sang et de la poudre d'os pour la chantilly. [I found the highest born nobleman I could, fed him as many sweets as he could eat, and pumped him with enough caffeine injections that he’ll be dead in an hour. I even had the chef work some miracles with frothed blood and bone powder for the whipped cream.]”

Vincent just stared at the cup for a moment, his expression quivering in the most touched sort of way. “Tu as fait ça… pour moi? [You did this…for me?]”

Sebastian smiled. This was one of the many contradictions of Vincent – if he had asked for hot chocolate himself, he wouldn’t have dreamed of being denied his request and would’ve been outraged at anyone who suggested he didn’t deserve it. But when it was a gift, he was painfully overcome with disbelief. “Eh bien, je ne vois personne d’autre dans la pièce, n’est-ce pas ? Essayez-le. [Well I don’t see anyone else in the room, do you? Try it.]”

The cup was big enough that even Vincent had to lift it with both hands (Sebastian wanted to get every last drop of blood that he could). It made him look adorable as he put it to his lips and came away covered in whipped cream. Sebastian leaned over and kissed it off of him, taking the time to run his tongue along each lip and caress each of Vincent’s fangs, which were protruding in eagerness at the taste of blood. He was rewarded with a shiver of pleasure from Vincent. Sebastian sighed against his lover’s mouth. “Mmm… J'ai bien fait, semble-t-il. Il a presque aussi bon goût que toi. [Mmm…I did well, it seems. It tastes almost as good as you.]”

The fresh blood all went to Vincent’s cheeks. “Oui, c'est le cas - presque. Arrête d'être charmant pour que je puisse le boire avant qu'il ne refroidisse. [Yes it does - almost. Stop being charming so I can drink it before it gets cold.]” But he stole another kiss in spite of that, long and fierce with gratitude. His words were barely a whisper. “Je ne sais pas pourquoi tu es si gentil avec moi. [I don’t know why you’re so kind to me.]”

An ache rushed into in his heart, as if it was threatening to start beating. Sebastian fell against the couch next to the Marquis and put an arm around him. “Tu ne peux pas dire des choses comme ça, ma petite fraise, pas autour d'une simple tasse de chocolat chaud. Tu me fais trop sentir comme ça. [You can’t say things like that, my little strawberry, not over a simple cup of hot chocolate. You make me feel too much as it is.]”

For a moment, he was too flustered to speak. “Er - hmmm. Eh bien, je dirai simplement « merci ». [Er - hmmm. Well then, I’ll just say ‘thank you.’]” He noticed Sebastion pulling the blanket over both of them, snuggling up to his side. “Essaies-tu de voler ma chaleur? Ensuite, tu demanderez une gorgée de chocolat et tu ne pourrez pas en avoir. [Are you trying to steal my heat? Next you’ll be asking for a sip of chocolate, and you can’t have any.]”

Sebastion kissed him just above that pesky lapel that was hiding his jugular away. “C’est très bien, de toute façon, je préfère le boire dans ton cou plutôt que dans une tasse. [That’s fine, I’d prefer to drink it from your neck than the cup anyway.]”

“Diablerist,” Vincent giggled, and took another long drink. He came away beaming with a childish joy, and even warmer. Sebastian was starting to feel his faint, gentle heat even through both the vest and the tailcoat. “Tu as interrompu mon livre, Bast. [You interrupted my book, Bast],” he accused, in mock seriousness.

“C'est ce que j'ai fait. Comment puis-je me rattraper? [That I did. How can I make it up to you?]” God, Vincent owned him. He was utterly lost.

“Lisez-moi pendant que je prends mon dessert. [Read to me while I have my dessert.]” The contradiction again - here was the imperious side of Vincent, who had been so shy and grateful just moments ago. And Sebastian was only too happy to obey.

[kilfeur]

J'ai des doutes sur le fait que Viktor soit vraiment mort. Car quand Jayce l'a tué, il a visé son torse, là où se trouve son coeur hextech. Je me demande si l'arcane dans son marteau est entré avec son coeur hextech ? Et vu que Viktor parlait de la grande évolution avec Singed, il est possible que Viktor ait évolué dans un sorte de plan astral. Vu que Jayce avait des hallucinations psychédéliques. Je me dis que c'est une possibilité.

I have my doubts about Viktor being really dead. Because when Jayce killed him, he aimed for his torso, where his hextech heart is. I wonder if the arcane in his hammer entered through his hextech heart? And given that Viktor was talking about the great evolution with Singed, it's possible that Viktor evolved in some kind of astral plane. Given that Jayce had psychedelic hallucinations. I think that's a possibility.

[ohmuuuu]

They can't kill me I'm already dead - Chapter 0 Ils ne peuvent pas me tuer je suis déjà morte - Chapitre 0 Traduction : Promenons-nous dans les bois Pendant que le loup n'y est pas Si le loup y était Il nous mangerait Mais comme il n'y est pas Il nous mangera pas ! Loup y es-tu? Entends-tu ? Que fais-tu? "Je mets mes chaussettes"

Promenons-nous dans les bois Pendant que le loup n'y est pas Si le loup y était Il nous mangerait "Attendez!!" Mais comme il n'y est pas Il nous mangera pas ! "Attendez les professeurs!!" Loup y es-tu? Entends-tu ? Que fais-tu? "Je mets mes chaussures"

Promenons-nous dans les bois Pendant que le loup n'y est pas Si le loup y était Il nous mangerait Mais comme il n'y est pas Il nous mangera pas ! "Haut les mains!" "Mais Nikita, c'est papa!!" "Tu aurais du voir ta tête" "Olala mais pourquoi tu pleures??!" Loup y es-tu? Entends-tu ? Que fais-tu? "J'arrive." // Chapter 0 //oh mu

[laurearte]

Hanzo (il utilise son diplôme ninja pour épier les ragots) (il est juste la 🧍‍♂️)

(Im not dead. We’re not « WERE SO BACK YET » but I’m on my way🫡)

[zanazirafanfic]

RDR Event Timeline (Canon + Headcanon)

This is the timeline I have constructed and use for all of my Red Dead writings. Canon event dates/ages are taken from the Red Dead Wiki, and headcanon estimations for more ambiguous events/characters are based on their approximate ages in-game by 1899 and what makes the most logical sense to me based on that timeline.

Please feel free to use this as a reference for your own works too, if it helps. (Canon events are noted as such, and my headcanons are labeled "HC.")

1839 - Uncle born (HC)

1844 - Hosea Matthews born (Canon)

1845 - Rains Fall born (HC)

1846 - Leopold Stauss born (HC)

1850 - Susan Grimshaw born (HC)

1853 - Orville Swanson born (HC)

1855 - Dutch Van der Linde born (Canon)

1857 - Josiah Trelawney born (HC)

1860 - Micah Bell III born (Canon) (newspaper clipping mentions Micah Bell Jr. robbing with his 17-year-old son in 1877)

1861 - Simon Pearson born (HC)

1863 - Arthur Morgan born (Canon)

1866 - Bill Williamson born (Canon)

1870 - Dutch leaves home aged 15 (Canon); Kieran Duffy born (HC)

1871 - Sadie Adler born (HC)

1872 - Charles Smith born (HC) (based on est. age of 27 in 1899)

1873 - John Marston born (Canon); Javier Escuella born (HC)

1874 - Lyle Morgan arrested and hanged, Arthur orphaned (Canon); Molly O'Shea born (HC)

1875 - Karen Jones born (HC)

1876 - Dutch and Hosea meet outside of Chicago, IL (Canon); Sean MacGuire born (HC)

1877 - Abigail Roberts born; Arthur joins the gang, aged 14 (Canon)

1878 - Eagle Flies born (HC)

1879 - Tilly Jackson and MaryBeth Gaskill born (HC)

1880 - Lenny Summers born (Canon)

1881 - John Marston's father dies, John orphaned (Canon)

1882- Annabelle and Bessie join the gang (HC)

1883 - Bessie and Hosea marry and leave the gang (Canon); Arthur meets and begins dating Mary Gillis (HC) (Jamie Gillis references both Annabelle and Bessie during the mission in Chapter 2, so IMO this would've been the most likely time for all 3 to have met one another.)

1884 - Dutch kills Colm O'Driscoll's unnamed brother, Annabelle killed by Colm in retaliation; Hosea returns to the gang (HC)

1885 - John Marston and Susan Grimshaw join the gang (Canon); Charles Smith leaves home, aged 13 (HC) (based on est. DOB 1872)

1886 - Arthur proposes to and subsequently breaks up with Mary in the springtime; Arthur meets Eliza (19) later in the year, and Isaac is conceived (HC)

1887 - Lee & Hoyt Bank Robbery, April (Canon); Isaac Morgan born (HC) (According to Arthur in-game, Eliza only knew who he was after she got pregnant. Based on this they most likely met in late 1886 or very early 1887, with the bank robbery in April '87 and Isaac born that autumn.)

1888 - Death of Bessie Matthews (HC) (based on the assumption that she passed some time before Arthur lost his son. Her cause of death is never specified in canon, but I HC it was a fairly quick battle with pneumonia over the winter.)

1891 - Isaac Morgan (4) and Eliza (23) killed in a home robbery (HC)

1892 - Bill Williamson dishonorably discharged from the U.S. Army (Canon); Uncle joins the gang (HC)

1893 - Bill Williamson joins the gang (Canon)

1894 - Abigail Roberts joins the gang, introduced to them by Uncle (Canon)

1895 - Jack Marston born; Javier joins the gang (Canon)

1896 - John Marston leaves the gang; Jake and Sadie Adler marry in September (Canon)

1897 - John Marston returns to the gang after a year (Canon)

1898 - Micah Bell, Charles Smith, Lenny Summers, and Jenny Kirk join the gang (Canon)

1899 - Blackwater Massacre; dissolving of the Van der Linde gang; deaths of Jenny Kirk, Mac and Davey Callender, Sean MacGuire, Kieran Duffy, Hosea Matthews, Lenny Summers, Molly O'Shea, Eagle Flies, Susan Grimshaw, and Arthur Morgan (Canon)

1907 - Construction of Beecher's Hope ranch; John and Abigail marry; death of Micah Bell III (Canon)

1911 - Kidnapping of Abigail and Jack Marston by the U.S. Government in exchange for John's cooperation; deaths of Bill Williamson, Javier Escuella, Dutch Van der Linde, Uncle, and John Marston (Canon)

1914 - Death of Abigail Marston; Jack Marston kills Edgar Ross to avenge his father's murder (Canon)

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Inferum

Part Three

Jake x OC (f)

Warnings: description of tight spaces and claustrophobic scenes, a few curse words

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Ou est-elle la Mort? Toujours future ou passée. Apeine est-elle présente, que déjá  elle n’est plus.

Walking down through the catacombs, I couldn’t help but notice how completely ill-prepared Jake and the rest of his group were. None of them were wearing the right kind of footwear, which led me to believe that they didn’t know we’d be trudging through the muck and water. Then I noticed how nice their clothes were. Did they not realize they’d be crawling through dirt and bone?

Reaching out to lightly touch Jake’s arm, I ask, “I’m sorry-Jake, right? When did you hear about the ritual?”

He looked down at where my hand had been before looking back up at me. “Oh, well Colette told us about it at the club,” He answers, gesturing toward the other guide.

Stopping mid step, I turn to face him, “What?”

“Yeah, she told us about this feast for the dead thing and my brother Sam,” he says, pointing him out, “thought it sounded like something fun to do on Halloween. Danny wasn't convinced, but Josh and Sam wore him down. So here we are,” He shrugs.

“S-Something fun to do? Do you have any idea what the feast is?” I question.

“Not really, no. But friends of ours do something similar back home and it’s just a way of honoring the dead. It can’t be much different,” He grins as he moves to continue walking.

Shaking my head, I grab his arm to keep him from moving. “Jake, that's not what this is. You and your friends need to go back. You’re not prepared at all for what we’re walking into.”

His brows pull together and he gently shrugs my hand off of him. “We’ll be fine. I appreciate that you seem really concerned. But my brothers and I can handle whatever it is.”

I go to say more but he turns his back to me and goes to catch up with the others. I want to tell them all to turn around and ask Pip to take them back to the city above, but I can see now that nothing I say will dissuade them from going. I’m nothing but a stranger to them, and Colette has somehow gained enough of their trust that my word against hers wouldn’t be taken seriously. So, we continue on. Before long, we reach what seems to be a dead end. Colette gestures to a hole in the wall and tells us that we have to crawl through to the other side. The others look to one another in slight confusion but do as they’re told in the end. I follow suit. 

I’m the last to go, getting down on my hands and knees, I look down through the crawlspace. I see the bottoms of Sam’s shoes. Taking a deep breath, I begin to crawl forward. I can hear the others chatting amongst themselves ahead of me, when I hear movement behind me. There isn’t enough space for me to fully turn my head around, so I drop my shoulder and try my best to see the source of the noise through the corner of my eye. From what I can see, there’s nothing. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and continue crawling forward. 

As I keep moving, the sense of something following takes over my body. I glance back as best I can and still see nothing when I hear, “L'heure de la fête des morts approche. Nous devons nous dépêcher,” come from right beside me. I yelp and jump, hitting my head and back on the rock above me. 

“Addey! Are you alright? What happened?” I hear Pip call.

“I’m fine!” I call back, trying to calm my racing heart. “I thought I heard something, but it was nothing.” There’s a beat of silence before they say to be careful and I begin to crawl again. 

When I finally crawl through the opening to the other side, Pip helps me to my feet and whispers in my ear, “Addey, s'il te plaît, ne va pas chez les Gaules. Nous pouvons encore faire demi-tour, il est encore temps. La fête de Samhain pour les morts n'apporte rien de bon. Elle n'apporte que de la souffrance.”

I pat their arm and smile sympathetically. “I can’t turn back. I have to go. But they…” I say tilting my head in the direction of the others. “They should. Convince them to go back.”

They shake their head and say, “I cannot. Colette, she would not let me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come, if you must go, then we shall go.” They say with a sigh and guide me forward.

So, we all venture on. As we do, I can see the apprehension begin to creep onto the other's faces. The filthy water has ruined their clothes and shoes, but none of them complain. That is until we reach the bones.

“No, no way. There’s no way I can fit through there.” The tall and dark one, Danny, says.

“Oui, you will fit. You turn sideways and go.” Colette says.

“Come on Dan, we’re almost there. Right Colette?” Jake’s brother, Josh says.

“Oui, it’s not much further.” She agrees.

“Fine, fine. But if I get stuck, I’ll kill you. Got it?” Danny says, pointing at Josh.

Laughing, Josh replies, “You wouldn’t. Now come on.” 

With that, we each begin to sidestep through the walls of bones. Danny is in front of me and Pip is behind me, being the last in line. Passing through the bones is disturbing. Feeling the curves and edges of those who died long before is enough to make me feel nauseous. I try my best to push the feeling to the back of my mind, but it lingers. As we carefully make our way through, I can hear Danny’s breathing start to pick up. Then suddenly he stops.

“I- I- I’m stuck. Fuck. Fuck!” He panics.

“You okay? What do you mean you’re stuck?” I hear one of the women call to him.

“I can’t move! I’m wedged in! Oh my god.” He says, looking up, sweat dripping down the side of his face.

Seeing his panic, I softly say, “Hey, Danny? Can you turn your head and look at me?” He does and I can see the tears threatening to spill. “Hey. You’re going to be okay. I promise. You just need to calm down. The more you panic, the more your chest will expand. Making it harder for you to move.”

He nods his head. “What do I do?”

Licking my lips and swallowing hard, I say, “Try to think of something that calms you down. Do you have a favorite place you like to go? A favorite song that puts you in a good mood?” He nods his head. “Okay, then think of that place or hum the song and close your eyes and try to forget where you are. I know it’s hard, but just try.”

He does as I say, squeezing his eyes closed and begins to hum. It’s not a song I know, but I can slowly see his face begin to relax. When he opens his eyes again, I nod and say, “Great, now try stepping forward.” He turns to face the other way and takes a step. His head whips back around and he has a look of shock and relief. “Good, now just keep going. You’re doing great.” I say taking a step forward.

When we finally make it out, Danny grabs me and wraps me in a tight hug. Taken aback, I pat his back in return. “Thank you.” He whispers.

I just smile and say, “No worries, glad I could help.”

He smiles back before we both turn at the sound of Colette speaking. “The ritual is just through that corridor. From now on, you must be silent. If we get caught, it will be very bad. Vous comprenez?”

We all nod before she turns and leads us to the Feast of the Dead. As we enter the hallway, I notice a plaque above the entryway. It reads;

“Quocumque ingrederis sequitur mors corporis umbra.

Whenever you enter, death follows as a body's shadow.”

As I read the words, a sense of foreboding sends a shiver down my spine. I look to Pip who has already passed through. They extend their hand to me and whisper, “Venez, c'est l'heure.” Taking their hand, I take one last deep breath and step into the hall.

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