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Monster March Day 21- Ghost My Samantha Part 4 Finalle

Ok, so here’s the hardest part of this story. Where we have character deaths. And everything comes full circle. But it has a happy ending. Hope you enjoyed reading.

My Samantha

Part 4- Finalle

Then the next dream you had with Jack, you were pregnant, only a month into it as your courses had not come since Charlie had visited you last.

“Are you alright Samantha?” Jack asked you as you brought in his breakfast but you looked like you were ready to hurl.

“No, I’m not.” You admitted.

“What’s wrong My Love?” He asked.

“My courses didn’t come.” You said plainly.

“Well, I wouldn’t have expected…”

“They haven’t come since Charles was with me last. Which means I don’t know if you’re the father or if he…” You started to say as your voice got thick with emotion before you suddenly gave way to tears.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. It’s alright.” He readily assured you.

“What do I do? If Charles’ parents find out I’m pregnant, they will surely demand that I stay. Because they will see themselves as the rightful grandparents of this baby just as much as they are the grandparents of Lillybet and Eddie. This is why they have widows wait a year and a day- just for this. I wanted to be free of him, but it seems like he keeps ahold of me even beyond the grave. How can you marry me when..” You began to cry before Jack silenced you with a firm kiss.

“I will still marry you. And if we have to put that Charles fathered the baby, when this baby comes, then so be it. But he’s dead. Charles is dead. And I swear on my life, I will love this child as if it was my own anyway. And I will happily still marry you no matter what. Do not doubt for a moment that I will not be with you through all of this. Do not doubt for a second that I will ever abandon you or your children. I will claim them as my own. I will always love them as my own. Charlie’s family can hang for all I care. They do not have any rights to you and your children. That you do not possess of your own and in just a few short months, once I can marry you, I will send you to America where it’s safe. I will adopt all of your children as my own and my parents will have no choice but to accept you. And all you need to do is wait for me to come home after that. That’s all you need to do. We just need to wait. It will be fine. At least with Charles’ coming back, none of the managers can accuse you of any wrong doing with me. And at least you are above suspicion to them. But if I have to move you into this hotel room to stay with me as my guest, I will. Or if you were to prefer to stay in the country with your other children and your parents, then that’s what we will do. All that matters is that you and our children are safe. That’s all that matters.” Jack insisted.

“Ok.” You nodded before you tried to go about your day before you had no choice but to report to Bess as to why you didn’t have your courses.

“I knew that Bastard would leave one last one in you. You poor thing. Will you be needing to go to your parent’s farm now?” She asked.

“No, I want to stay. I want to stay and keep taking care of Captain Maywhether and his men. Because the wages and the tips are too good to give up now. I’ll stay and serve as long as I can. It’s my duty as an Englishwoman to do the right thing and help our allies if it means it will end this bloody war sooner than later so that no other woman will have to suffer the losses I have.” You insisted to her.

“God bless your soul Lass. If that’s what you wish. Then so be it. You order anything you want from the room services, have it sent to any of those rooms at any time whether those lads are there or not. Who knows what you could be craving. Don’t you let anyone give you any lip or sass about it.” Bess insisted.

“But can I ask you a personal question?” Bess asked after a beat.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“What does the Captain think of this?” She asked you.

“He doesn’t care, he’ll take me as I am and take my family as they are, even with the addition.” You admitted a bit bashfully.

“Good.” Bess nodded.

And suddenly the dream seemed to speed up- as your belly grew larger and larger as Jack got more and more doting but also more and more worried because with every day that your belly swelled, he got more anxious because he didn’t want anything to happen to you as threats of London getting bombed seemed more and more real.

Until the worst possible thing happened. London got bombed. And you found yourself and the dogs under some debris. And you still had at least another month to go in your pregnancy. But being trapped in the debris, you started to go into labor.

“Oh God in heaven no, not now, not now!” You yelled as you clutched your belly as the contractions started as both dogs licked at your face and your tears, trying to give you comfort as you felt in the darkness to make sure that the dogs themselves weren’t hurt as you could feel that your legs were crushed behind you, by a piece of stone, but you were otherwise ok. But that also meant that kept you in a kneeling position on your knees as you screamed as loud as you could, covering the dog’s ears so that your scream didn’t hurt their hearing before the dogs tried to dig you out.

“Help me! Someone help me!” You screamed between coughing fits as your labor progressed before you heard Jack’s unmistakable yell.

“Samantha!” You heard Jack scream in horror when the hotel was partially collapsed.

“Jack!” You screamed back as the dogs barked.

“Samantha! Samantha! Where are you?!” Jack screamed back as he followed the sounds of your screams and the dogs barking before he found the pile of rubble before he and his men tried digging you out.

“Jack!” You screamed when you felt the rubble around you shift.

“Samantha! Are you ok?!” Jack asked worriedly through the rubble.

“I’m trapped! My legs, they’re trapped behind me, under the rubble!” You answered.

“Just hang on, I’m going to dig you out!” Jack told you as he had his men focus on where you were.

“Hurry! The baby’s coming! It’s too soon, but it’s coming anyway!” You called back before another painful contraction hit you and before you knew it, there wasn’t just blood soaking from where your legs were smashed and pinned. But in the dream, your legs simply felt numb. But the contractions, also lessoned from being in a dream- soon sped up as you couldn’t help but scream and cry as the contractions started coming faster and harder as you could tell Jack was trying to get to you as fast as he could as you had the dogs rip your dress away from the rest of your legs so that you could at least try to to sit back and try to feel for the baby as you could feel the head already starting to crown.

“Jack! The baby is coming! I can feel the head!” You cried as his voice seemed closer.

Jack felt like his world was falling apart as he hurled huge pieces of rubble out of the way, as the adrenaline in his body gave him almost herculean strength.

In what felt like an eternity yet no time at all, you gave birth, the dogs never leaving your side as you clung to them, as your life line.

But by the time, the little space opened up and light broke through, you had given birth- to a stillborn. Because in the bombing, you had fallen directly onto your belly, and that fall was enough to kill the baby as you held the baby in your weakening arms as you tried to breathe life into the baby. But the baby was gone. And soon, you felt, so tired, so incredibly tired as you laid down, trying to use what was left of your dress to wrap the baby as the dogs tried to lick the baby to wake the baby up and keep you awake too.

Before you closed your eyes and then suddenly, you were floating above the scene, yourself a ghost, holding your son who was clearly, Jack’s son as you watched on as Jack and his men did all they could and were panicked when you stopped screaming and called to you. But you didn’t and couldn’t answer as the dogs continued to whine and bark and it was yet another small eternity yet another moment all at once before your dead body and the body of Jack’s dead baby were unearthed along with Pilot and Captain who had survived.

You sobbed right alongside Jack to see him cradle you and your dead son to his chest as his men did all they could as Jack could clearly see his own likeness in the baby’s face. His best friend William Mayers helped wrap your body up as Jack refused to let you go until William drove Jack, who still held your mangled body and the dead baby’s body in your arms to the farmhouse.

Your mother kept Lillybet and Eddie from seeing you like this. But your father sobbed to see you before trading off with your mother so that she could see you and the baby.

The next scene was your funeral, dressed in the nicest dress you owned, with the baby swaddled at your chest as you were buried on your parent’s plot of land as Jack did his best not to cry for your funeral but he held Lillybet and Eddie in his arms.

After the funeral, he talked with your parents about what was best for Lillybet and Eddie. And since you were dead, and they were officially orphans, technically your parents had the more rightful claim to them than he did. And with the war still raging, it wasn’t clear if he was going to survive the war himself.

So Jack left it up to Lillybet, if she wanted to go to America when the war was over as his daughter, or if she wanted to stay here. And because you were buried here, Lillybet chose to stay with your remains here, on the farm. Jack respected her decision, but insisted that she keep Pilot and Captain as her own dogs. To protect her when he wasn’t there to do it himself.

You suddenly remembered from the showing- that General Maywhether tried to leave this house and his estate to a set of orphans in England. They were your children in a past life. That was why he was so drawn to you in the present. That’s why he took such good care of you in the present, even as a ghost, because he didn’t have the chance to take care of you and them then.

Then the dream simply showed that even after the war, Jack just kept on coming back, visiting Lillybet and Eddie as they grew up, continued to pay for their schooling and even their higher education. But he had blamed himself for your death, wishing he would have made you not work for him as a maid for the hotel anymore. He should have packed you and the kids up and shipped you off to America so much sooner. You would have been safer, would have lived. You yould have survived.

And he never forgave himself or his parents for not letting him get you to their house safely in America sooner. And while Jack did his best to remain as close as he could with Lillybet and Eddie. They still grew up, only knowing him as an estranged father figure. Because he threw himself into his military career because that’s all he had left to live for.

And only when it was the second world war, did he take two of the many great grand dogs of Pilot and Captain since Pilot and Captain served as studs on the farm with him when he was pulled into the second world war.

And then all of a sudden, you found yourself, in France. Your husband off to fight the second world war, leaving you to leave your children at your parent’s vineyard and you to serve as a maid in a hotel. As Jack, no longer a captain, but a general now, 20 years older, 20 years grayer and 20 years of regret plaguing him later came into the hotel with his men, William Mayer still his right hand man who was now, a Captain himself.

Until he took one look at you and froze. Because you looked like you hadn’t aged a day. You were still a maid in a hotel he was staying at.

“Can I help you Monsieur?” You asked him as he and William looked at you like you were a ghost yourself.

“Yes, what is your name?” He asked.

“I am Mademoiselle Samantha Farrioughn.” You answered.

“Do you have any children Mademoiselle?” He asked.

“Oui, I have a daughter, her name is Elisabelle she’s four and a son, Edmond, only he is only two,” You answered as Jack clearly had a hard time believing his eyes and ears. That twenty years later- God was giving him a second chance at love. Granted there was now a twenty year age gap. But here you were, a French woman this time, similar name, similar age, but still Samantha. His Samantha. Your heart and soul still the same.

But this series of dreams, Jack sped up for you, so that it was as if you were falling in love with him all over again. Even with the age difference, even with the language barrier. As he learned French and you learned English. Still a crappy first husband that he happily made sure he died so that nothing could get in the way of him finally getting a chance to redo what he had messed up back in England twenty years prior.

But it had the exact same outcome. You would get seven months pregnant, fall prey to a bomb. Die in the debris and your children still chose your final resting place at your parent’s vineyard over becoming his children and heirs and him leaving his dogs with them so that they would continue to look after them. And Jack still paying for them to go to school and to college. Only this time, it was you who were the ghost who went home with him. To this house, still rather untouched by time.

But by now, he was the only one left surviving. His younger brother died of polio, his sister, to tuberculosis and his parents to pneumonia.

He was all alone in this house with only your ghosts to keep him company in this big empty house, full of all the tortuous ‘what if’s’.

You laid in bed with him, trying to hold him, the baby at your breast, never aging past a newborn as it was you, who were the ghost in the mirrors and in his dreams. Sometimes taking on your English self and sometimes taking on your French self. As Jack was so heartrbroken and hurting, he just didn’t want to live anymore. He had lost you twice. He could not bear to try to find you and tempt fate by losing you a third time. So he made his friend William, swear that the house and it’s contents and every worldly possession he owned would be saved for when you really did come to this home.

And only when he died, did he get to spend only a short time with you in the afterlife. Together with the baby before you were pulled back into the real world again, leaving him all alone with this house once more. Trying to patiently wait for you to come to him once more. And while he tolerated the others trying to “improve” and “update” the house. The moment they tried to simply turn a profit and try to sell to anyone who was not you-, he would haunt them something awful until they could only add to his Trust and then leave with their lives. Over and over again.

Until you finally came. Still His Samantha, still in your mid twenties, still with two children, one Elizabeth and one Edward.

And now he could finally be at peace, knowing that you were safe from your ex. And that he and this house would care for you the way he always meant to all those years ago.

And with that, you woke up. Both saddened yet grateful that at least you had his home to call your own now. That at least even if he was a ghost. He was here with you now and that nothing was going to separate you from him ever again.

But this is where the strange dreams, showing you in a previous life stopped and while your dreams continued to show Jack, they were entirely of your own imagination. And nothing else. But the dreams explained why you had come here and why the house and it’s furnishings were yours. And it gave you and Jack a sense of closure. But that only seemed to be the beginning of Jack’s appearances, as soon your little family could see him both in the waking world and the dreaming one. And the sex with Jack’s ghost continued to blow you away.

It wasn’t until right before you were supposed to finally be facing Casey in court that you started to feel sick. Like you ate something you weren’t supposed to and got nauseated and threw up a lot. The first couple of days you chalked it up to being stressed about court. Even though all of Casey’s other family members simply took a plea bargain so that they didn’t have to face to court, but Casey was adamant that he was going to have his day in court and that he hadn’t consciously done anything wrong. But on the third day, you took yourself to the clinic in town.

“Well congratulations, you’re pregnant.” The doctor said as he got the results from the pregnancy test back before they ran an ultrasound to see how far along you were and to your surprise, you were only three months along, at the end of your first trimester and about to go into your second.

“I’m what?” You asked.

“No, that’s not possible, I haven’t had sex in…” You tried to say ‘ in over a year with Casey’ but the thought of having all of that sex both in and out of the dream with Jack, suddenly was called to your mind.

“A... while.” You admitted.

“Do you know who the father is?” The doctor asked.

“Um, well, that’s hard to say.” You found yourself saying as your cheeks flushed because how in the world were you supposed to tell the doctor that ‘you had been having sex, with a ghost, in your haunted house,’ and not immediately be put into a psych ward?

“Do you need to run a paternity test?” The doctor, Dr. Kimble asked.

“Yeah, I do.” You agreed before they ran the test.

And five days later, they had you run another one as you got more ultrasounds because since you were a single mom and what your “official” income was- you obviously qualified for all kinds of special programs and insurances. And now you were four months along. And it lined up perfectly with the day that Jack came out of that picture and had sex with you in the waking world for the first time, when you found your IUD in your bedding.

And when the results of both paternity tests came back with the same result. The doctor called you in and gave you the news himself.

“So, I don’t know exactly how to say this, but this child’s father- is actually General Maywhether.” Dr. Kimble rather shakily said.

“H..how is that possible? What would you have that you could test that against? He’s been dead since shortly after the second world war.” You asked.

“I don’t know. But you…you somehow are.” Dr. Kimble informed you.

“We had to test it against some blood left behind on one of the General’s weapons that Mayer’s Law Firm and Trust had. And what’s more, is you should probably go to Mayers Law Firm and Trust for more answers. Because since this child is actually an heir. It’s entitled to the contents of the Trust.” He told you.

“Ok…” You frowned before you got dressed and did as the doctor told you to, with the results of both paternity tests in your hand.

“Hey, Samantha, thanks for coming in, I just got the call from the doctor. Congratulations on the pregnancy.” Bill offered with a rather cheerful smile.

“Yeah, about that, I don’t.. I don’t understand…how…” You stuttered as you struggled to wrap your head around how Jack could have knocked you up when he was…dead. And clearly, a ghost.

“Well the how doesn’t really matter. What does matter is that you are now carrying the rightful heir to the Maywhether Trust and since that heir is a minor and obviously still in the womb. That means that as their mother, the entire trust is now yours until they are born and can turn 21 to inherit it fully.” He insisted before he pulled you to the office and took out a key and unlocked a huge bank box from one of the older banks before he handed you the key ring that had keys to all kinds of cars and bank lock boxes on it.

“There’s actually a lot that is a part of the trust that could ever fit into the office, all I need is your signature signing off that you are receiving the trust as the mother and legal guardian to the Maywhether Trust.” He told you before you signed the first page of the huge packet that outlined what was in the trust. With the paternity results being the only thing that was your legal claim to it.

And once you signed it. Then you got the title to an old car that was in storage, and all kinds of jewelry and then war bonds, and stocks and accounts that the Mayers had always managed over the decades and grew Jack’s modest fortune upon his death, into a massive one. And how every couple who tried to own the house, and even flip it, had also added to the trust before they moved out of the house. They added money, they added CD’s and stocks and bonds and jewelry and all kinds of things to the trust. So that the trust was now worth millions of dollars.

“Oh God.” You said, feeling so overwhelmed by it all as it felt like Bill’s desk was now piled high with folders, all of the folders being one of many in a series of things belonging to the trust as he had box after box of paperwork come out of the back. With the name “Maywhether Trust” written on the boxes in his office.

“Yeah, sorry to overwhelm you. How about we just take this a little bit at a time. Not try to swallow the whole elephant in one go, just piece by piece, bite by bite.” Bill urged you when you were clearly overwhelmed by just what was in his office. Which wasn’t even all of it.

“Yeah, yeah, that would be best.” You nodded as he helped moved what he could into your little car and moved everything else into his own car. You drove home, with Bill following you, feeling numb and overwhelmed by it all.

Bill helped you carry it all in and took up your entire dining room table with all the paperwork and stuff as Bill organized it by what was originally in the trust and then what each person who bought the house, added to the trust since then, further down the table.

“So what my family has done- is we just waited until the warbonds and the other stock options were at their highest before we sold them, and then restructured the money and then reinvested it on General Maywhether’s behalf- as the guardians of the trust. Since we couldn’t collect anything from the trust ourselves. But we still had to keep the trust “alive” so to speak and still grow it for it’s eventual heir.” Bill explained as he showed you what he and his predecessors had done for the last several decades.

This was why none of the other couples who tried to “flip” the house had failed. They had borrowed against the house, getting a mortgage and a second mortgage and then used everything from that second mortgage to add to the trust and then have no choice but to declare bankruptcy as you felt that Jack had haunted them something terrible so that they had to add to the trust to leave the house with their lives.

And now that you owned the house, and were now the legal and rightful heir of the trust, it all came full circle. You knew the why, but the how was still alluding you.

“So…how much do I owe you for doing all of this over the years?” You asked Bill worriedly.

“Nothing. It’s been my pleasure to do this. It’s just been something my great grandfather promised to always do for General Maywhether, free of charge. And our Law Firm has never been in danger of closing or bankrupt or anything because of this Trust has always been in our stewardship. And my great grandfather promised General Maywhether that when “His Samantha” would come, that he would know and it’s been fun waiting to finally meet you.” Bill offered easily. Happy and relieved that he could finally hand this over to you. And had a good, legal excuse to do so.

“None of this makes sense, I’m still stuck on the how.” You admitted.

“I know, most people will be. But all that matters is that it is. The fact is, is that because of the paternity test and because you are currently pregnant with the only known heir to the Maywhether Trust, that makes you the sole heir and owner of it until the child is born and turns 21.” Bill nodded.

“So what do I do? What do I tell my family? What do I tell anyone? Won’t anyone want to really investigate who the father of my baby is? Won’t there be other men who try to come and claim to the be the heir of the Trust?” You asked him.

“No. Samantha, you don’t owe anyone an explanation for anything. You just don’t. All that matters is the facts. And the facts are- that you are definitely pregnant and that your baby is the rightful heir of the Maywhether Trust. That’s it, those are the only facts that matter.” He insisted.

“So when I give birth, who do I write down as the father of the baby on the baby’s birth certificate?” You asked him.

“Put ‘unknown’.” Bill suggested.

“But that doesn’t seem…”

“I know it’s not fair or “right”. But sometimes omission is the best way to stay honest. And an omission is not a lie and you can’t get caught in a lie if you haven’t told one. Trust me, omission is the best way to go.” Bill suggested.

“So now what?” You asked Bill.

“Well now I have a lot of work to make sure that everything in the trust is signed over to you. And then we have to face your ex-husband in court, which shouldn’t be too hard on either you or the kids. And then he should be put behind bars for a very long time. And then you can enjoy your new life as an heiress.” He insisted before he left and the moment he did. Jack reappeared.

“How did you get me pregnant?” You asked Jack as Jack sat with you at the table.

“A miracle.” He answered.

“Will you and I always be like this? A woman and her ghost? Because while I’m appreciative of all of this…”

“It’s just not the same as really having me with you, I know. I’m sorry.” Jack apologized.

“Jack, you have already done so much, I feel so selfish wanting more.” You confessed before Jack knelt on the floor next to the chair you were sitting in and held you as you cried. Feeling so overwhelmed by all of it.

“You’re not selfish for wanting more.” Jack reassured you.

Within the week, everything in the trust was signed over to you as cars were dropped off and then it felt like just as all of the Trust was opened up and handed over to you- you had to face Casey in court.

To your surprise, in the courtroom, Casey continued to act a fool and really pissed off Judge Hawthorne. To the point, that the joint custody case was thrown out. You got full custody of his children. And Casey was sentenced to life in prison without perole. Where he didn’t even last a week before he pissed off the other prisoners and got shanked to death in prison. And to your shock- his life insurance policy paid out and suddenly other members of his family fell like dominoes. His father had a heart attack, his mother had a stroke. His brothers also lost their tempers and their life insurance policies paid out to their widows since Casey and his brothers were all abusive pieces of shit. And you and your ex sisters in law were happy and grateful to be free of them all.

And before you knew it. You brought Lizzy and Eddie back to the home you had shared with Casey, to clean it out. And put it on the market. Finally getting a chance to get the rest of your clothes and things and their other toys as you sold all the furniture and donated all of Casey’s clothes to a shelter while also getting a share of Casey’s parent’s life insurance policies, split between you and your other ex sisters in law.

But to your horror, when you came back home with all of your things, Jack’s spirit was gone. It was like he left the house completely.

“No, no, no, no.” You said as you took the pictures of him off the walls and tried kissing them again, calling for him to come back to you but he was simply- gone. Even Lizzy and Eddie cried because they could feel he was gone too as Lizzy cried into your chest, asking where her Daddy had gone. But you couldn’t answer her. You put your children into bed that night, both of them crying themselves to sleep and leaving you to cry alone in your room.

“NO! You weren’t supposed to leave me Jack! I’m home! You brought me home! I was going to be happy and content to live with you like this.” You cried as you clutched your pregnant belly, worried that his spirit had somehow gone to the baby.

The next day you went to Mallie’s house.

“Where is Jack?” You asked her.

“He had to go.” Mallie said with a tear in her eye.

“Go where?!” You demanded.

“He wouldn’t tell me. I asked and begged and pleaded for him to stay but he insisted that he needed to go.” Mallie answered.

“So now I’m alone.” You cried.

“You still have your children, and me and Bill and…” Mallie tried to say but even she was having a hard time giving you examples of your friends that you had made here.

Then, one day, another month later, as you were bringing the kids to the grocery store. You were surprised when a guy who looked exactly like Jack, got out of his truck. He was in fatigues and was clearly a soldier, just getting back from deployment. And when your eyes met his, it was like you both recognized the other but couldn’t quite place where or how you knew each other.

“Samantha!” Marybelle greeted cheerfully.

“Hey!” You greeted her with a bright happy smile and a hug.

“Oh good, you’re here, I wanted you to meet my son, this is Jack, he just got home from deployment. Jack, this is Samantha, who just moved to town, oh gosh, several months ago now. She moved into the Mayweather Estate, this is her daughter Lizzy and her son Eddie.” Marybelle introduced you and your family to him.

“Hi.” You greeted as you shook his hand as his hand was nearly identical to your ghost’s Jack’s hand.

“After you.” He offered to let you into the door first with your cart.

“Thank you.” You thanked him, almost afraid to believe your eyes as you looked at his fatigues and wanted to start laughing. Because he was a captain, with the initials’ J. Maywhether. C.J. Maywhether.

“So, are you guys related to General Maywhether?” You asked them as you gestured to his name on his uniform.

“No, I wish. I just happen to have the same name, pure coincidence. But I wish I was related.” He laughed and damn him, his laugh was the same and infectious.

“I see, well, welcome home.” You offered to him.

“Thanks.” He smiled before you got the store’s flyer and handed one to his mother.

“Let’s get lunch Sammy, I’m starved.” Marybelle insisted before you and your family joined Marybelle and Jack for lunch as Marybelle strategically went over the store’s flyer as you and Jack talked while Marybelle just grinned ear to ear.

“...so yeah, there I was, I thought for sure I was a gonner, and it was like, suddenly the life in me got pushed back in and I made it out of there and got back home.” Jack finished, telling you about how he nearly died on deployment and he had felt the life start to drain out of him before it got pushed back in.

You could feel it in your bones that your Jack had left you to come to this Jack’s rescue and return to you. He was the spitting image of him and it was like you were with your Jack again. Only this Jack, didn’t have your shared history and experience. But you were grateful for it. He didn’t seem nervous or afraid when he learned that you were living in that house and had never felt it was haunted.

And from there, it was like you two had been childhood sweethearts or something. There was definitely chemistry between you. And this Jack was completely undeterred that you technically had three kids and two fathers. He was happy that your ex had died in prison and he was surprisingly non judgemental about you being pregnant with the heir to the Maywheather Trust. And the relationship between him and you seemed to blossom and bloom very naturally, if anything, just a bit quickly too.

A few months later, Captain Jack Maywhether and yourself got married. Your own heavily pregnant belly barely fitting in your wedding dress. It was a small wedding. Just your family and Jack’s and a few friends. Jack happily moved in with you and your kids took to him as if he had always been their father. And the lines between the Ghost Jack and “real” Jack got so blurred, it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. But he loved you. He had completely fallen in love with you and he treated you with the same tender loving care that Ghost Jack always had and more. He was your partner in everything. Your best friend, your confidant, your everything.

And while a part of you had worried that he had actually fallen in love with your newfound fortune. Mallie assured you that- that wasn’t the case at all. That your Jack had left and returned to you as Jack happily and rather seamlessly slipped into your life and easily picked up where ghost Jack had left off.

And when you finally went into labor, Jack was with you the whole way through. Also growing anxious that you were pregnant and wanting to make sure that nothing bad happened to you or to the baby and practically waited on you hand and foot. And when you got to go into labor, Jack happily signed off on being the father of your baby and had already adopted your children as his own.

And what was more, is once he moved in, he started to have the same series of dreams you did. So that he felt he knew, he was always meant to love you, no matter the time period. To the point that you called your new son, Jack Jr. And a year later you gave birth to your second daughter, Bella. And lived happily ever after.

#Monster March #Monster March Day 21- Ghost #Monster March 2022 #My Samantha #My Samantha Part 4 #My Samantha Finalle #I feel like I had no idea what I was doing because I've never written for a ghost before but damn it #I wanted to have fun so I did #Now #back to my regularly scheduled mayhem

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the-iron-orchid · 3 years ago

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#my art #Julian Devorak #the arcana julian #Doctor Disaster #ah yes this man is a doctor lmao #msub feminization aficionados rejoice #eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man with #and now back to my regularly-scheduled mayhem

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doginahat · 2 years ago

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a break from ur regularly scheduled doginahat posts for CHERRY JOE AND MIYA HEADCANONS. they are the sweetest happiest family and they make my heart so soft. please enjoy

- joe is papa and cherry is dad argue with the wall

- miya has frequent nightmares / insomnia & cherry and joe are so patient with getting him back to sleep. cherry brings back his old lullabies, joe reads to him, they make tea for him and make time to cuddle and love on miya so he’ll fall asleep feeling safe

- cherry and joe have been calling miya “mimi” ever since they got close with him and it is a CHERRY AND JOE ONLY THING. a dad & papa only nickname. shadow overheard once tho and now he never lets miya live it down

- miya is obv a moody teenager with an attitude.. so ofc he yells at them sometimes and will slam doors and says shit he doesn’t mean. but he always gives them each a hug and a tearful apology. at the end of the day, miya loves his dads more than anything

- around S hes a bit more distant from cherry and joe.. probably causing mayhem with reki langa & shadow or doing tricks to show off. at home tho miya never gets tired of the affection & kisses & hugs from his parents he’s such a baby

- miya has super thick hair and had no fuckin clue how to handle it until cherry stepped in to help him brush it out & dry it after miya washed it (pushing my cherry can style hair very well agenda)

- cherry’s homescreen is a photo of joe sleeping on the couch on his back w/ his arms cradling miya who is sleeping against his chest

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mexican-browser · 2 years ago

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Owl House Characters: Before and After, Pt. 2

Raine before: By the titan, she’s a handful but I still miss her. Now then, back to our regularly scheduled mayhem with…The BATTs!

Raine now: Oh my titan I wanna marry her. Yes Amber, I know the apocalypse is still ongoing, but hey gotta make the most of it. I hope she wasn’t too attached to that hand, though.

Lilith before: the boring narc aunt (needs a day off)

Lilith now: the cool nerd aunt (needs a hug)

Principal Bump before: Yeah I’m an educator, but I’m not a jerk. Now get in the detention pit.

Principal Bump now: Yeah I’m an educator, but I’m not a spineless stooge for the government. Now let’s talk about how to topple a monarchy.

Darius before: I am a perfect 10, absolute top of my game, and nothing is holding me back.

Darius now: So, how does one go about adopting a grown child? Yes he’s a handful, but watching him grow makes me oddly proud in a fulfilling way.

Eberwolf before: *feral snarling*

Eberwolf now: *friendlier feral snarling*

Alador before: science science science science sigh yes honey science science science oh a butterfly!

Alador now: The DILF is now pissed. I’m taking custody of the kids. This is nonnegotiable.

Camilla before: I love my daughter, but I’m worried about her “fandom” obsessions. Maybe sending her to camp was a bad idea, but she needs real friends too…

Camilla now: These children are lost and need a home. They’re family as far as I care, and I will keep them safe no matter what. And if anyone messes with my family, they get la chancla.

Tiny Nose before: Hewwo! Cawe to hear my theowy about how we exist foe the entertainment of higher beings?

Tiny Nose now: Awe shit I hate it when I’m wight

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tippenfunkaport · 3 years ago

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Entrapta headcanons

I haven't had a chance to write anything new for my best science girl's birthday so instead here's a list of random headcanons because why not?

Entrapta has the worst sleep schedule. She gets super focused on her work, loses all concept of time, and then passes out randomly. It's not uncommon to find her at all hours curled up with Emily in some corner. When they were on Darla, the others got used to stashing blankets and pillows in all the rooms she usually worked in just to make sure she had something comfortable for these moments. (Hordak has a more regimented sleep schedule so the utter chaos of Entrapta's rest habits took some getting used to but that's a fic for another time.)

She loves tiny food, yes, but specifically sweets. Entrapta's a terrible cook but actually a fair baker. The main reason she employed the kitchen staff back at Dryl was because Baker was very good at sneaking vegetables and protein into her confections which she knew she needed to make sure she got a proper balance of nutrients for optimal brain activity.

Many of Hordak's wide assortment of siblings have a tendency to revere her as something between mother and god and she finds it exceedingly annoying. (Except for Wrong Hordak / Kadroh, they are besties. And Imp with whom she has a complicated step-son like relationship which, again, fic for another time.)

Emily regularly conspires with Scorpia when she's worried Entrapta is working too much. A quick message of beeps, which Scorpia understands near perfectly, of course, and the other princess knows it's time to set up another Super Pal Trio sleepover.

A side effect of all this time with Scorpia is that, while Entrapta's relationship with Perfuma is always a bit strained, she ends up becoming great friends with Frosta and the two of them create beautiful mayhem together.

ALL of her hair is prehensile because she deserves it. During a particularly complicated project, it's not uncommon to see all the tendrils of her hair busy with tools and her eyebrow clutching an extra light.

She has never once paid taxes (though that's pretty much just canon).

#entrapta #scorpia #hordak #entrapdak #perfuma #spop #shera #she ra #frosta #headcanons

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korvidking · 3 years ago

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Nothing super fancy today, sorry! Just a sketch page of my sona :)

I’m working on making him a new ref so they next few days might be pieces of that as I’m putting it together; then back to your regularly scheduled mayhem.

First time posting traditional art on here!

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the-world-of-jo · 2 years ago

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It's been a while...

It's been forever since I've logged into tumblr.

I've been wanting to blog for a while now, but Word Press is baffling to me. I don't know if it'll always be that way or if it's just something I can't comprehend right now.

Since Mom passed back in March of last year, I've been...not struggling, but not breezing through life.

Does that make sense? I feel like it does, but I'm not sure if that's because I know what I'm trying to say or not.

Whatever.

I cut ties with my sister and her family, so that's been a huge improvement in my life. I got another cat, his name is Brawley and Mayhem hates him. She's determined to murder him I think. I've tried just about everything and now all I can do is give her time.

Progress isn't linear after all. She has her good moments.

Kind of like me.

I think most of my issue is even after a year, I have no clue who the fuck I am. For so long I was Dolores' daughter or Dolores' care giver, something along those lines. And before that I was Scotty's daughter, Dolores' kid who helps take care of Scotty.

I mean, I'm embellishing a bit, but you get the idea. For the last 20 years, I've helped take care of my Dad, taken care of my Mom and worked full time. My social life consisted of what I did online.

And now I'm not doing much of that.

I mean I am, I am an internet baby and I feel most comfortable behind a keyboard or in a Discord voice chat.

But since Mom's passed, my brain has...gotten weird.

My doctor thinks I'm the type of person who Must Schedule Everything in order to have some type of structure and format to my life. And now, the only structure I have is work and feeding times for my cats.

Which, apparently has caused my desire to do anything to shut down.

And apparently that's normal for some people. I'm not putting myself in danger, I'm not engaging in unhealthy mental or physical things, my house isn't condemned (do not talk to me about mopping because I will ignore you, like, for real). I've kept up the lawn service and my pets have routinely had their vet visits and vaccinations and I have clean clothes. I do my dishes regularly and I am able (thankfully) to pay my bills.

But I still feel like I'm broken. Like I don't know how to live. Like I don't know how to be me.

Not to sound weird, but I wonder if it's too late to figure any of it out. I don't think so, but I have no clue where to start.

#grief #grieving #lost #who am i #why am I like this #I'm tired #thoughts #overthinking #overwhelmed #anxious #exhausted #moving on #I think I'm stuck #I will figure it out #mental health #coping

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galaeus · 2 years ago

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please note: i’m focusing my blog to echo’s stranger things verse, where she is 18 (nearly 19!) in hawkins, indiana causing pure destruction and mayhem without the knowledge that demo-baddies exist.

if we were mutuals prior to 6.15.22, do not fret! we can still do adult!echo stuff if we have pre-established things, but for everyone else, I am going to solely be revolved on this hawkins universe because it brings me muse and joy.

eventually we’ll go back to our regularly scheduled lyndsy fonseca nuttery, but right now, the fc is zoey deutch.

#ooc #psa

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dreadbeasts · 3 years ago

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ITS BACK!

That's right my friends, we are back to regularly scheduled Monday updates of The Epic Odyssey of Thomas McLean. Which is the webcomic i write and draw.

What's it about?

Thomas McLean grew up being told a simple formula: do good in school, go to college, get good job, meet good girl, succeed at life. Steps 1 and 2 were no problem – but good jobs are scarce, the girl broke up with him, and succeeding at life doesn’t seem possible while stuck feeding grumpy tourists at Fisherman’s Wharf day in and day out. Disillusioned and afraid that he’s wasting his 20s going nowhere, Thomas spends his nights wishing he could just escape. But when his wish is granted and he’s flung into a world that is remarkably similar to his favorite tabletop and video games, he begins to question his priorities. And so, with the help of the people he meets and a magic guitar, it’s up to Thomas to face monsters, magic, mayhem and the specter of his own doubt to become a hero.

Please check it out! If you're intimidated by archive binges, chapter 8 is kicking off with a small recap, so it's a great place to jump in. Enjoy!

#the epic odyssey of thomas mclean #webcomics

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alirhi · 3 years ago

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guys... idefk lol

Title: Winter's Frost Chapter: 3/? Fandom: MCU Rating: R to be on the safe side Pairing: Loki/Bucky Summary: Loki never told anyone the real reason he became so obsessed with Midgard. Much better to let them think he wanted to hurt his brother than draw their attention to the one thing in the universe that makes the God of Mischief truly vulnerable.

WARNINGS: m/m, in case that wasn't obvious. probably some swearing. I rarely do explicit sex but it might get to that point, depending on if the mood strikes me. If you're under 18, just go away XD Notes: I'm sorry I keep skipping around in the timeline. I'm kinda just letting my brain do whatever the hell it wants right now lol Also, I am aware that the conversation with Thor in the SHIELD camp happened before Loki tried to pick up Mjolnir. Given that it happening the other way around suited my purposes, I've elected to ignore that fact XD

He'd never used his powers for an offensive before. Over a thousand bloody years of life, of training with the most skilled witch in Asgard (his mother, naturally), and he'd never thought to weaponize any of his abilities! Impotent rage was really the most obnoxious feeling. Bucky was trapped, was being forced to kill for the organization he'd fought so hard to take down, and Loki had promised – he'd promised! - to save him, but he couldn't. Not yet.

Thor was an oaf, but he was a warrior. The hothead loved nothing more than conquest. Perhaps the Trickster should start spending time with his brother again. They could hardly stand each other, but there was nothing Loki wouldn't do or endure to rescue Bucky, now that he knew he was alive.

He had time, thankfully. He knew from Bucky's cloudy, fragmented memories that HYDRA froze him between missions to keep him disoriented and compliant. Likely it was also to keep their assassin around longer. He loathed to leave him in their clutches, but he didn't see another option. It wouldn't be much of a rescue nor revenge if Loki's mostly passive abilities only got them both killed. It wasn't easy for a human to kill an Asgardian, but it could be done. Better not to risk it.

So he trained, and he fought, and he accompanied his idiotic brother into every ridiculous skirmish he caused. Every once in a while, if he felt things weren't progressing quickly enough, he caused a little mayhem, himself, just to get Thor's little squad of squabbling dorks to get off their asses and back into action... and to bring Loki along as the voice of reason, of course. It was all taking too long for his liking, years were passing during which he couldn't even imagine the suffering his love was enduring at the hands of his captors, but he was on track.

Until a minor, regularly scheduled scuffle on Jotunheim imploded his reality.

"I-I-I'm the monster parents tell their children of at night?" This... This was why no one loved him? Why Thor looked down on him, why nothing he did could ever make Odin proud, why Heimdall watched him with such suspicion? Did everyone know but him?

He didn't have time for this! The thought snapped him out of his bitter, angry meltdown and he realized that the man he'd looked up to and loved as a father all his life was prone on the steps before him.

"Guards! Guards, come quickly!" Father, don't die! I'm sorry!

He backed down a few steps when the guards came, to let them take the All-Father to the relative safety of his bed. What was he going to do? Odin was unconscious and Thor was banished-

To Midgard.

Of course! Going to visit his exiled brother would give him a pretext to go to Midgard without arousing suspicion. As long as Odin remained unconscious and the Warriors Three focused on the grave injustice of their friend and leader being banished, the only one he really had to worry about was bloody Heimdall.

He glanced back at the casket and sighed. There was too much going on, too much to figure out. Even his thirst for vengeance was beginning to cool. All he wanted in all this confusion and turmoil was his precious Bucky back in his arms. He'd let Bucky know him, more completely and intimately than anyone else in his life. From their first meeting, Loki had hidden nothing from him, and somehow that extraordinary man, who couldn't fathom loving another man that way, had loved him. The briefest of flings, especially to a being who would live for thousands of years, but significant for all that. There was nothing Loki wouldn't do to preserve that love.

But he still had to figure out what the hell was going on with his own life. Good grief. That Jotun couldn't have waited until after Loki saved Bucky to grab his arm and turn his whole world upside down?

Think. Think. Think! Figure this out, you fool!

Odin was incapacitated. Thor was gone. The Jotuns wanted war. Frigga likely wouldn't leave Odin's side, and Thor's absurd friends didn't have the sense to see past his exile. Loki was a Frost Giant, albeit apparently a small, wimpy one.

Bloody hell...

He wanted Bucky. Bucky had a knack for making everything make sense... except for homophobia, but nobody was perfect. Honestly, there was no making sense of that utter nonsense.

Focus, damn it!

To Midgard, then. Perhaps he could wake Bucky up for a moment, as he had last time, and they could talk this problem through. Or perhaps the mindless soldier would find a way to kill him and end his confusion and misery another way.

Oh, don't be dramatic! Get up and do something or he'll die there!

He wasn't entirely sure when he'd sat down, but he didn't bother thinking too deeply on it as he stood and started marching back up the stairs.

I told him not to get killed! Well, I suppose technically he obeyed. He's not dead yet. Damn it, James, why couldn't you just come home with me? Stupid, stubborn, macho, painfully attractive idiot!

Somehow the word 'idiot' jogged his memory, and Loki stopped in his tracks at the landing.

The idiot's bloody hammer!

Of course! Finally, he had the beginnings of a plan! Thor was stripped of his powers and utterly useless – not the biggest change there, really – but Odin had sent the hammer to Midgard with him! Just because Thor couldn't use it didn't mean Loki couldn't. He'd take Mjolnir and use it to wipe HYDRA off the map. It was perfect!

Except he couldn't lift it. Seething, he stared at the thing for a moment, willing it to lift when he pulled. Nothing. It didn't so much as shift. So much for that idea.

Well, he'd might as well go and visit Thor, then. At least taunting him a bit might cheer Loki up. If he had to be miserable and humiliated, at least he could share the pain a little. The Mjolnir plan was rather half-baked, anyway, he had to admit. Perhaps something better would come to him while he stripped his adoptive brother of all hope.

That silly Midgardian saying suddenly made so much sense: Misery loves company.

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#fanfiction #loki #bucky barnes #mcu #avengers #captain america #winter soldier #loki/bucky #m/m #not my best work #kinda having fun though #sebastian stan #tom hiddleston #winter's frost

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sideblog-666-thousand · 4 years ago

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Samoth and Tyr (ex-Borknagar) Interview, 1999. Ft. Samoth being a massive cunt. Part One.

Originally, I was going to post a much more interesting ‘view of Emperor, but due to the nature of it, and Tumblr’s 250 blocks of text per post cap, I ended up doing this. Hilariously enough, this one ALSO exceeds the max so I’ll have to put it in two parts as well. At least this one is more easily managed, due to the lack of rambling answers.

The last two —and the mythical ‘view that never was— were all in writing, before being scanned, and then eventually typed up by yours truly. This one was actually posted onto the internet back in... I think the early 00s? I found it in class one afternoon, back when I was a high-schooler. It says on the bottom that it was written in 1999 but that might not be the posting date. It’s old though.

So, in other words, I just copy-pasted this mysterious interview onto here with some minor alterations to the format. Full credit goes to the original poster, who I’ll link— they made my job very easy.

To answer the question of “Ft. Samoth being a massive cunt”, I mean... I named all of my interview posts something sarcastic thus far. Of course, going out and calling somebody a ‘massive cunt’ is a little bit harsh, but.... Just read the interview, ok? It’s all tongue in cheek.

I’d also like to suggest a drinking game to pair with this ‘view... Every time Samoth says something a little bit TOO honest, I want you to take a shot of hard liquor. Afterwards, if you do this for whatever reason, I want you to tell me how drunk you got.

As always, any possible commentary is in (parenthesis) and bold. Asterisks below and optional, most of the time they’re just some added context that’s too long to put in the actual text.

Note: The next two interviews posted will be Emperor-related as well. I might post the other interview later tonight, but I’m not sure. The interview after that will be a very short one of Faust, where he rages about how he’s going to enact his revenge on Varg because I think it’s entertaining (but is it particularly insightful though....?). After that, it’ll be back to your regularly scheduled Mayhem programming.

Without further ado:

At the beginning of April 1999, Morbid Angel headlined various "No Mercy Festival" tour gigs throughout Europe, supported by, among others, Emperor, The Crown, Impaled Nazarene and Limbonic Art. After interviewing Morbid Angel and Limbonic Art, there was an opportunity to sit down for a while with Emperor members Samoth and [new bassist] Tyr. We talked with them about a wide variety of things - the Norwegian black metal scene, the early days of Emperor, the church burnings, Noctural Art Productions, a lot of things...

I: About the latest album, "Equilibrium IX"; people already said about the previous album there were a lot of eighties' metal influences on the album and I think it's especially true for the new album - do you agree?

S: Yeah, well, I don't think there is any direct influence, but of course we're all into the eighties' metal, so... Several people say that they can hear Morbid Angel-things and Mercyful Fate stuff in it... and so.

I: About the production - you changed production studios and it had a big influence on the sound... So why did you want to change the sound?

S: Well, we felt like that Grieghallen didn't really have much to offer anymore for us and we weren't that satisfied with the production of the previous album, so we decided to try a new studio and also work more creatively in the studio with the sound. I think the latest releases from Grieghallen weren't that good... I mean they do have some real classics like "De Mysteriis...", "In the Nightside Eclipse" and the Burzum albums, and stuff like that....It's not so much that we want to get rid of the 'standard black metal'-label, but because we want to try a new sound and also, we wanted to use a local studio, because we had booked three months in the studio - it's a small inconvenience if you just can't go home after a day of recording.

I: The bass player, Alver, he left - why was that?

S: Well, eh... I guess we demanded more from him than he could give us... He was also very busy with his job and he couldn't rehearse as often as we wanted him to, so.... he decided... I mean, he would have to really rehearse a lot more to get up to the standard for the new album.. so there are no hard feelings or anything - it was a mutual agreement that it's best that he would leave.

I: So now we have a new bass player*... Introduce yourself and have you been in any previous bands?

T: My name is Tyr - that's the Norse God. In my project band I also use this name - it's my artist's name. I've only played in amateur bands and stuff like that.

I: So, you were friends or anything?

T: No, just eh... there is a Norwegian magazine called "Scream magazine", have you ever heard of it? [Yes - ed]

S: It's the biggest metal magazine in Norway.

T: ...and they had placed an ad. So I auditioned; we played a couple of songs and I got the job, on the spot, so.

I: So how do you like it to play in metal legends Emperor?

T: I love it, yeah!! I come from a different scene, you know... This is the first black metal I have ever played. I am used to playing more progressive stuff - things like Dream Theater and stuff like that. But I must say there are progressive parts in the Emperor material as well... Actually I would like to say, that I am on a Fates Warning tribute album, it's coming out on a label called Planet Circus, a newly started American label - with my project band Morpheus Web and we're playing "The Sorceror" on this one. I think it should be released around May or June [1999].

I: Is there a huge progressive scene? I believe August (former guitarist of Arcturus, member of Tritonis) plays in a progressive band as well?

T: Yeah, Tritonis...They're a really good band.

S: We've played with them as well a couple of times.

T: There are so many good bands...

I: About the record company: Candlelight. I was thinking, you have a very succesful label yourself, why not put Emperor on Nocturnal Art Productions?

S: Well, for starters, we were committed to Candlelight Records, by conference... After "Anthems...", we wanted to change label.. and we were actually trying to get out for a while, but then things really changed with Candlelight - they kicked out the old label manager plus they get both fifty percent of the label and for the new album all has been going pretty well. I don't think we're actually going to stay with them in the long run*, but we're going to do at least one more album for them... because they treat us pretty good and we get good royalty rates and they have done a really good job for the new album. So things really progressed. We have been with Candlelight for so many years now, so we know the guys really well and they treat us... - we are their first priority, so it's cool. But we have got offers from bigger labels like Nuclear Blast and Century Media as well - we are discussing with these labels as well, but we'll see for the future.

I: Don't you think that if you sign to Nuclear Blast you will be 'just another black metal band' on the label?

S: No I think that if they would sign us, they would give us pretty good priorities.

I: ...and Dimmu would just have to step aside...

S: Naah, I think they would still have pretty good priority, I mean they're doing really good as well, so.

I: OK, well how is your label Nocturnal Art going?

S: Yeah, well it's going in the right direction, it's still a small label, but I mean I'm working on it, like, full time and it... everything has been going really well for Limbonic Art for example, so we have signed them for two more albums - it's going to bring the label up to another level. I'm working on it all the time, the label and the band; we rehearse three times a week and I have a lot of work to do for the label - it's getting pretty hectic as the band is getting bigger and the label is getting bigger as well... so I'm looking for somebody to work for me more...

I: Will Choronzon release another record on...

S: I don't think so, I mean, I really like the guy.. he's a really cool guy and he has some cool ideas, but I mean it's impossible to sell this... I mean nobody buys it - it's too weird so people don't understand it.

I: There was some old Thorns material which was released on Moonfog... I think originally it was supposed to be released on Nocturnal Art...

S: You're referring to the Thorns vs Emperor split... we'll we did a cover of Thorns and Thorns did a cover of Emperor and some other more weirder stuff. Yeah, well, I was talking with this Krupp [formerly known as Blackthorne, who was accomplice to the murder on Euronymous - he rang the doorbell, so Varg Vikernes could get in - ed] as he calls himself about doing it through NAP, but he later decided to sign to Moonfog, so...

I: So you had your first producing experience, I believe... How did that work out and can we expect more of you in this field?

S: Yeah, I was in the studio with Mactätus. I wasn't really the complete producer, it was recorded in the same studios as the new Emperor album, so it was the engineer who really did the producing, but I came in the room during the mixing process just as an objective ear to the sound. They we're satisfied...I don't think that I can do a full producer job by myself. I can like... - I've heard so much of this genre, so I know what's good and what's bad and what can be improved and stuff like that... I don't think I am the right person to do it really. I mean I don't have any technical background.

I: Faust, when he get's out of prison, will he go back into Emperor?

S: No, I don't think so, because Trym has been with us like for so many years and he's an important part of the band and I don't think it is fair to just check him out. It works really well with Trym... but maybe we'll do something else with Faust, I don't know... I don't think Faust thinks too much about it himself; he still has three years before he's out. I think he's being paroled at the end of 2002.... so, not that bad.. he's doing pretty good... He has hardly played drums for years, but he had a few leaves and he came up to see us and we were jamming a bit... And he still has it in his body, he just needs some time to get it back in...

I: ... maybe a sequel to Zyklon B...?

S: Maybe....time will tell.

I: About Emperor. What is more important - the music or the philosopical side, the ideas behind the lyrics, that sort of thing?

S: I would say the music.... but with Emperor it's important to have all the talents, you have the whole thing - you have the covers and the lyrics and the music and the whole thing has to be like one artistic expression. But music is the main thing.

I: The word 'Emperor' seems to be more than just the band name - the word comes up in the lyrics every so often...'I am the Emperor..' that sort of thing...

S: Especially in the older lyrics. It symbolizes several things...It can symbolize like eh...the Devil, I guess and it also symbolizes a mighty power ...the whole sound of Emperor is a mighty sound. It's like a matter of interpretation...I think the Emperor lyrics are like - there's a lot up to the listeners to make up their own imaginary world. We don't have a direct thing, like it's like this.

I: What does it mean to you? What does Emperor stand for to you?

S: I would say it means might, something mighty.

I: Do you know anything about the philosophies of the guys from Morbid Angel and what do you think about it?

S: I don't know to much, I think they've changed a bit since David Vincent left. So it's more back to the basic Cthulhu mythology and I don't know to much about that, but it's kind of interesting. He has some quite good ideas, this Azagthoth.

I: Do you prefer the period when David Vincent was still there?

S: Well, I very much like them now - I liked their last album*, but I think they were even better live than on CD. But I mean they are an excellent band.

I: Did you have any contact at all with the Morbid Angel guys? I mean they were really looking forward to being on tour with you...so I thought over a few beers...

S: We didn't party or anything, but we see them every day, so.. They're cool guys who treat us OK - they don't behave like rock stars or anything.

I: Do you listen to any recent black metal stuff yourself, or is it just the old classics?

S: Well, acually I think the new Dimmu Borgir is pretty good. Through my mail order I get almost every new black metal thing so I use to put them on and hear one song out, but there aren't that many albums that touch my feelings. I really like the old stuff like Tormentor as well, but I listen to a lot of different stuff, really, so it's not only black metal. I listen everything from techno and trance to black metal, electronic, ambient and stuff like that to eighties metal, death metal...

I: Do you have a lot of friends in black metal scene?

S: Well, a lot of contacts, but I don't hang out that much... First I live a bit far from the town and I am usually pretty busy with what I am doing, so... But I know all the bands, in Norway, more or less...

I: You decided not to wear corpsepaint because it became a trend, is that true?

S: We just felt like doing our own thing and it wasn't really because it became a trend, but just because we don't want to be like everybody else. When we first started out, we were pretty much like a standard black metal band, but these days, we are... not a standard black metal band so we don't wanna appear to be like just a typical black metal band. But I mean we still use some paint live and stuff and it's still important to have a 'performing image', but the average corpse paint is not so suitable. We just have white faces and look a bit pale.. It's just a show element.

I: Cradle of Filth have expressed their respect for you in the press, more than once and you've toured together a long time ago - are you in touch with those guys and what do you think about them?

S: I've met them a few times and we get along fine, so I mean I don't have any problems with them at all. I think they're, especially Dani of Filth, he's like a media bug, he's always in the media, whatever there is - but that's their thing.

I: Lots of black metal fans say: Oh, CoF - everybody is listening to that so that's..

S: It's very much a black metal thing. I mean bands like Cradle of Filth and Dimmu Borgir are being hated a lot, but actually those bands are professional bands with their own decisions and a lot of people say it just to put them on and that's just crap.

I: Do you think they' re making certain consessions towards their music, doing what the people expect of them...

S: I think they do what they want to do. So I don't think they've just changed their music to become more popular. I mean just listen to the new Dimmu Borgir - I mean a lot of people complain that Dimmu Borgir should sound like their first album, while their first album was really soft and really crap, while their new album is much more brutal. And Cradle of Filth as well, they haven't become any softer either.

I: What do you think is the destinction between confidence and arrogance?

S: [A long silence] You must have confidence in what you do, but I mean eh*...

T:...just don't let it go to your head and stuff like that. I think you can actually spot the difference when people just turn arrogant. I think I myself not being arrogant.

S: I think to a certain extent that some arrogance is also... I mean if you have made something of value in a way you have earned yourself to be, to have a certain like a certain arrogance, maybe, I don't know...

I: To put it a little more in a context: you made a few remarks during interviews that you thinkt the large part of the black metal scene is totally crap. There might be a lot of people around who think that's an arrogant remark.

S: Yeah, probably, but I mean if it's so, then I am arrogant towards some people, but I think a lot of people are crap, not only in the black metal scene and if that makes me arrogant to them, OK, then I am arrogant. But I don't really look on myself as being a complete arrogant person, really.

T: This is obviously a matter of a personal opinion. Everybody has a different taste, so... Of course, those are strong words, but - for a part it's wrong and for a part it's true. The musical aspects and their music is probably not as good as other bands, like Emperor I think.

That’s all for part one! :)

Asterisks in order of their appearances:

*Tyr was only in the band briefly, and didn’t appear on any studio album. He can be heard on “Imperial Live Ceremony”, released in 2000.

*They did, in fact, stay with Candlelight. With the exception of a few, almost every Emperor release to date has been done through Candlelight.

*The album he’s referring to is “Forumlas Fatal to the Flesh”, released in 1998. That said, I’m a big fan of Morbid Angel, and want to get around to translating one of the French interviews...

*When I tell you that I fucking ugly-laughed....

Here is the link to where I got this from: https://www.karsmakers.nl/metal-e-zine/emperor.htm

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