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[mydramasims]

My Life pt. 3

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[cucumbermoon]

How have I watched this episode a thousand times and never thought about how this is the woman Jeeves used to be engaged to? We see Bertie hang out with his former fiancées constantly, but this is the only time we see Jeeves and his previous entanglement. They seem chummy, which is nice.

[eirinstiva]

"C’est l’éruption de la fin"

New letter from my friend Bertie Wooster and after reading again I can comment about this. This story needs a soundtrack and I chose the version I'm most familiar with of L'Internationale.

I really like to read about how was political activism before the internet era. In general I love history and political propaganda and humour are important part of history.

See this illustration?

It looks familiar:

This letter shows clearly how Bertie is the "mom friend" of his group, and that's why chaps like Richard Bingo Little always ask him for help. Wooster has the intention but lacks of creativity to make plans. That's why Jeeves is so important in this dynamic.

Before we start, give me your honest opinion. Isn’t she the most wonderful girl you ever saw in your puff?” He had produced a photograph from somewhere, like a conjurer taking a rabbit out of a hat, and was waving it in front of me. It appeared to be a female of sorts, all eyes and teeth.

Another very ace moment of Bertie and another woman in Bingo's history. How can he fall in love so easily? IIRC this is the fourth woman after Mabel, Honoria and Honoria's friend. Love makes Bingo blind and he can't see the red flags likes this one:

You must meet old Rowbotham, Bertie. A delightful chap. Wants to massacre the bourgeoisie, sack Park Lane, and disembowel the hereditary aristocracy. Well, nothing could be fairer than that, what?

I'm all "eat the rich" but not a big fan of a massacre myself [*sips mate tea*].

When I was in college/university/whatever I met some guys who used political meetings as a chance to meet girls. Communist girls were very famous during the Revolución Pingüina (Penguin revolution) in 2011 like (now minister) Camila Vallejo. None of them used fake beards, tho.

Dear Bingo Little, you don't think that maybe it's a bit too early to start with expropriations? How can you invite a group of people to the house of a friend and demand food?

There's a Comrade Butt, a horse, too much food and tea but I don't know how Jeeves can use it to help Bingo and Bertie. And yes, I'm more than sure that Jeeves will be the one solving this. He's the brain of this duo.

[cardigan-ns]

Wandering Star

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: Your parents helped run the commission with the handler, Reginald hargreeves somehow caught wind of this and invited you to help on missions with the umbrella academy as a child. You befriended the Hargreeves, becoming one with the group, you fell in love with Diego, even though it was never technically good for either of you. Later to find out you don’t have a marigold, your power is something much stronger.

Synopsis: HERE. PART2. <- here

A/N: PART 1 - this will be a series, lemme know what you think of it, I’ll have it on Ao3 soon.

On the first of October 1989, 43 women gave birth, having not been pregnant when the day first began. Reginald hargreeves adopted seven such children, Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, Five, Ben and Viktor. He trained them up to be an elite academy, to save the end of the world, and to bring his wife home from the moon, that last part they weren’t in on. They’d go on missions and save people, causing some destruction in the meantime.

That was until on their 13th year, Reginald called them down to the grand foyer, alerting them he had someone he’d like to show them. The seven kids stood confused as there was a strange suited man with a young girl at the door. The man was holding a briefcase and the girl holding a small bag, looking annoyed to even be there.

“Children, this is your new comrade. Y/N Bardot.” You looked up at the old man introducing you to a bunch of wannabes. You could fight miles better than them, you’ve time travelled and assassinated multiple people fucking up the previous timeline. Yet the hargreeves think they’re something special. Your eyes scanned each and every one of them, each of their emotions similar, that, you could feel. Except for one of them, he stood second in line, flipping a knife, trying to intimidate you, only making you roll your eyes and laugh at how dull his tactic was, yet you had to take one more look, he felt different than anyone else your powers picked up, he wouldn’t shake from your mind.

“Is she even capable?” He chirped, angrily, typical boy, you thought, you been exposed to too many rageful assassins in your time, Diego was on his way to being another stuck up prick. You looked at the boy, flicking your hand and suddenly he started crying, your power made him see his worst fear, needles, making you hold back a little amusement. Reginald looked at you excited, he was proud. You acknowledged his approval, while Diego stormed off to the kitchen.

You’d been brought here by your father, Peter. He was a head organiser at the commission, along with your mother, Eliza. They had you unexpectedly on the same day the hargreeves came along. Just like the umbrellas, you had powers, extended empathy. It was a lot more than intuition and premonition, you could warp, ripple and even freeze someone’s emotions, sometimes causing them to be in a loop of anything you’d like them to feel. It was amazing, you had the world in your hands. Their world. Your parents were horrified yet proud at your arrival, immediately declaring that you’d continue the Bardot name, and that you did, being the youngest assassin on the entire commission. Except for Lila of course, but she can’t use her power unless you’re there. That brightened your ego significantly, being raised to believe you’re better, which was going to make staying here for the summer a difficult ride.

“Where’s she staying?” Luther asked his father, he seemed stuck up, you coined. You’d declared he hated this predicament. Reginald gave Luther a look of bewilderment at this question, as if he was being very rude. “Why boy, she’s staying here for the summer. Keep this up and she’s taking your room.” Their number 1 immediately kept quiet, now annoyed and guilty that he made his father mad.

“I’ve heard you have 43 bedrooms, I’m sure there’s room for me to squeeze in.” You spoke sarcastically to Luther, which made Five let out a dry laugh at how high strung you were. You looked at the gelled haired boy, he had a smirk painted on his face, as if he respected you, you liked that. But you looked at your father who now gave you a stern look, you just nodded, it was his ‘be nice’ look, god you wished your mother had brought you, your father was way too nice to strangers, made you wonder how he came so far. You huffed and started swingling your back slowly, a little bored of just standing at the front entrance.

Allison then walked over to you, she touched your hand and it glowed a little, that’s never happened with you before, you froze up a little at the sudden lilac highlight to your fingertips. Your power was usually invisible. But as soon as she spoke the glow dimmed and your apprehension eased, “Come on, I’ll show you around, it’s good to have another girl around.” Reginald dismissed the children and he then took your father into his office for a meeting. You knew how they usually went, you were debriefed on it already, you’d visit here every summer and winter, and spend fall and spring at the commission, a season swapping between lives, for the foreseeable future. You didn’t like that arrangement at first, but you were a weapon who didn’t have a say, causing you to see this as something to hate.

The boys retreated to their rooms, Allison giving you a tour of the entire house, around 20 minutes went by, you got very irritated all of a sudden, then you looked to where the girl was taking you, down the bedroom halls, you’d be across from Diego, great. What a joy. You walked into your new room, setting your bag on the desk, a lady was there already making your bed, the room smelt like fresh paint and air freshener. You looked over at Allison wondering who this lady was. “That’s our mom, Grace, she’s a robot.”

She taught you of their parental situation and you soon clocked that they have never met their birth parents, that actually made you sad, for once since you got here, you didn’t know if that was just because you picked up on Allison or that you realised were going to suffer being in a shoebox room for 3 months at a time. “Purple” you looked at the wall, making Grace turn to look at you, a simple smile on her robotic frame. “I had a feeling you’d like it, dear.” She was wonderful, she was correct, it was your favourite colour. “Thank you.” You thought it was only right to be kind to her, after all she had no choice but to be a machine, following orders, just like you.

You and Allison left your room, your heart feeling heavy suddenly as you walked closer to Diego’s room. Why the hell was this happening, you could usually just project emotions onto people, now it’s affecting your actual body. Not in the way it usually worked, you’d feel empathy obviously but not just randomly out of nowhere, you knew it wasn’t Allison feeling this, and not Diego, you could differentiate. And you weren’t going through anything to enable this. “This is Diego, whom you’ve made your stance clear on…” Allison spoke, a little humour in her tone as she found you making Diego cry funny. Allison left the room, seeing to that you spend some time with each sibling, her tour over.

“What’re you bringing her in here for?!” Diego spoke loudly at an exiting Allison, he threw a knife at you, tad bit aggressive, it hit the wall, he didn’t actually want to physically impale your brains. You gave him an angered look, you just got here and now he’s being violent, you took everything within you to not use your practiced training on him, you’d win of course. But as your father said, “They’re your equals. Not your enemies.” You just walked to the wall and yanked the knife off of it, suddenly, your eyes glowed white, making you halt, seeing him imagining throwing it right at your head, you falling to the ground. Your eyes went back to normal and Diego gave you a concerned look.

“Why’d you go all thriller?” He stood from his bed yanking the knife from you, the contact with both your skin causing his fingertips to glow a purple colour, just like yours did earlier when Allison touched your hand, only now it actually lingering, not vanishing, it was now rushing up his veins, and his face grew more and more pissed of as it retreated up his arm. “What the fuck?” You were concerned until you then felt it too, you looked at your arm, the purple glow absorbing into your skin. You looked up at Diego a little defensive. “Look I didn’t do this. I don’t know what’s happening.” He just gripped the knife and pushed you out of his room, slamming the door. You just stood in the hallway, hearing Ben and Viktor talking in Bens room. You’d hoped to god your father hadn’t left yet, you were scared.

You ran through the academy and down into Reginald’s office, getting stopped by a chimpanzee, this wasn’t the weirdest thing you’d ever seen, your board of directors for the commission was a man with a fish for a head. “Uhm, I need to see my father.” You looked really petrified at what just happened between you and Diego, hell, even you and Allison. What was wrong with these kids? “Madam Bardot, I’m afraid your father has just left.” Your face contorted into heartache, which is what the chimp was feeling, why? “Wha- he didn’t even say goodbye. I’m gonna be here all summer.” Usually you didn’t care but today you felt especially homesick. “Please, come with me.” He ushered you to walk with him downstairs further into the kitchen which lay in the basement.

Klaus was in there, sleeping on the sofa across the arch, you coined that he’d crashed out from lack of sleep from treacherous outings in a mausoleum. Pogo poured you a cup of apple juice and sat by you. “You’re different than the rest, dear.” He just immediately broke the news, causing you to become angry. “The hells that supposed to mean?” He put his hands together. “Your power isn’t the same source as the hargreeves children. Yours is a Durango.” Your eyes questioned him, you didn’t truly know much about how you got a power but it was called a Durango? That was cool you figured. “The hargreeves have what’s called a Marigold. They aren’t meant to mix per se, but when they do, its effects may mean trouble.” Its effects may mean trouble. Wow great. So why on earth did Reginald scout you knowing its dangers. “So I’m a fucking time bomb as long as I’m their presence.” Your language was sour for someone of your age, and that made pogo wince. “Language, madam.” It made you shut up, and let him speak. “Only if you make contact with one another. Some marigolds are okay, some are more severe of an impact. 5 percent have a reaction.” Hence why you felt calm with Allison and hostile with Diego, yet through that hostility brought you unbearable magnetism. “You’re fine with contact with all but Diego. Master Hargreeves noticed that when you walked through the door. He alerted your father of its danger in their meeting. I’m only telling you now because nobody else had the decency to.” As pogo concluded your debrief, your mind wouldn’t shake Diego. You craved to be around him or atleast just see him ever since he kicked you out of his room, but it was easy to push back for now, but it wouldn’t be for long. You rose from the table and ran up to your room.

The sheets now on, the room still pulling your senses with the fresh paint, you lay there, unknowing of what to do.

How were you meant to go forever without accidentally bumping into them. What if the longer you stayed here you became friends, you wouldn’t be able to hold hands, hug. It’s vile. A life of torture that you’re not allowed to become close to them in extended amounts. Even though the rest of them could handle your durangos presence, It still meant that your relationship would be more extreme than an average one. It’s almost making you want to more.

You remembered when you sparred with Lila, at commission training, nothing severe happened, she mimicked your Durango power hence cancelling out her marigolds effect. So you thought to yourself, Diego’s the only problem. But he wasn’t a problem. Maybe befriend him, maybe then he won’t hate you so much.

Feeling bored, you stuck a cassette in the player you brought with you, and put your headphones on, listening to some music to calm yourself down but no matter what, that heaviness in your heart and soul were still there. Usually you loved music, you could feel what the singers were feeling when they portrayed the lyrics but now your own absence was taking over, your own emotions, you’ve never had to feel them, usually intellectualising them and shoving them away, but now that you didn’t have to worry about shooting someone in the head everyday, your mind was whirring. You angrily yanked the headphones off and screamed firing the cassette player on the ground, hearing a crack. You immediately snapped out of whatever frenzy you were in and scrambled to the ground to pick it up, as if what you just did wasn’t in your own doing. “Shit shit shit.” You picked up the cracked player and sat back down in defeat, resting it on the bedside table.

It was late anyways so you just laid down in your bed, and slept.

Morning came and you heard a faint alarm ring, Reginald had planted mini speakers in each room to ensure everyone woke up on time, you looked at your door and found a navy boarding school uniform hanging from your door, with a domino mask dangling from the door handle, Grace had left them there, so you were prepared. You’d groggily got changed and immediately you had a vision, Diego and Luther arguing in the living room, then your eyes adjusted back to your room, you were confused at this new ability, it startled you, you hesitated putting your tie on, knowing that after that you were one step closer to walking into the living room and being the new kid who nobody cared about.

As you slipped on and tied your brogue shoes, you flattened your skirt and looked at yourself in the mirror. “Pull yourself together. It’s pathetic how miserable you’re being.” You gave yourself a not-so pep talk and ran briskfully downstairs. Reginald sat at the table, eating his breakfast, starting at you. They’d moved a dining table in here. That was new. “Number 8 you’re unbelievably tardy to breakfast.” He sounded astounded at your rudeness to his meal. You nodded and took a seat beside Viktor at the head of the table, it was chilling how he had you all sit in numbered order. “Sorry, sir.” You corrected your lateness and he just shook his head.

You noticed all of the kids doing their own things which made them individuals. Your stomach churning from hunger and unknowing. Grace handed you a plate of pancakes, with a smiley face on them, it made you smile at how positive your food was. Diego just looked at Grace, wondering why he gave her smiley faces too. That wasn’t fair. As klaus rolled a joint, Ben read a book, Diego carved the table, Allison and Luther mimed a conversation to one another, you and Viktor sat and jumped when five slammed his own knife on the table, begging to time travel. You’d done it many times, your favourite decade was the 80s that past was extremely entertaining and you just wish the hargreeves could fully see it. Having only been born on the last year of it.

Reginald and number five argued back and forth which you figured was an average breakfast thing. But then five stormed out. And that was the last you’d ever see him.

His disappearance confused you greatly, time travel was not to be messed but you messed with it almost bi weekly. They held a local search lookout for him, and you wondered where he’d got himself stuck. He definitely wasn’t here, not in this year at least, any object of his you touched didn’t make you see where he currently was. It worried you.

It’s been 4 weeks since you arrived and 3 weeks and 6 days since five disappeared. You haven’t really spoken to many of the hargreeves except for Allison. You two realised how similar your powers were and just how much chaos you two could bring. She was, and you hated to admit this, your first true best friend. You both adored having another girl around and it made life a little easier admitting things to each-other that you couldn’t tell anyone else. Diego hasn’t spoken to you since your Durango mishap, not a single word, you’d slipped a letter under his door, an angry letter, pleading your innocence, and after you did it, yet again you felt like it wasn’t your own emotions, it must’ve been him causing you to reach those angered states, but you still weren’t so sure why this was causing that effect.

As you and Allison laid on her floor reading magazines; which she rumoured the both of you to get on the front cover of. You were painting each-others nails you got startled when the door burst open. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Diego yelled and you just looked confused but also your hand glowed a little at his closeness to you again, you haven’t really seen him, he’s got another cut on his face, on his eyebrow, it looked deep, like it would scar.

“What are you talking about?” Allison chimed in now standing up to confront Diego’s forward entrance. Diego just scoffed and pulled up his sleeve to show his arm glowing again, he had a cut on the area where it glowed, as if trying to cut it out. “Ask her!” Diego looked at you and you stood up slowly, looking at the damage that’s been done. “You should stitch that up Diego, let’s go get your mom.” You tried to get him out the door but he just looked at you, “Why’re you even here, nobody wants you and your freakshow.” He spat out and stormed out slamming the door, Allison just pulled you into a hug, seeing how his words hit you, but you pushed her off after a brief comfort, storming out and finding Diego. You pushed him, this caused a rise out of both of you, both extremely volatile in emotions. “I told you, this isn’t just my fault! It’s also yours!” The way you spoke to him, he didn’t like that. He pulled his sleeve down, grabbed your hand, yanking you back to Allison. “Rumour her!” He spoke demandingly. Allison immediately shook her head and got protective over her friend. “Are you crazy?” She shouted at her brother, disgusted that he would suggest she use her power on her. “Do it. Rumour her to go home!” Diego pushed you towards Allison, and she caught you. You just flicked your hand and made Diego locked in a trance of yesterday, making it repeat highlights of his day in his mind, his eyes glowed white and you left allisons room.

These outbursts continued over the years, eventually getting worse and worse until Reginald had to bedrid you guys and forbid you from participating in missions and dinners together, making you take turns with the family, having you train in separate rooms, and eat dinner in bed. Some days were better than others but Reginald couldn’t predict how they would go so he did this as precaution.

You were now 16, it was the 1st of December and you were back from the commission and at the academy, it was a free day and Reginald figured that the power sources in your bodies could calm down for one day. Due to you being away for 3 months prior. He let you see Diego for longer than 15 minutes at a time, that was nice. You sat in the kitchen with the 7 hargreeves, you all sat around playing monopoly, as Ben asked you a question. “How was your fall?” You looked at number six with a ‘god why did you ask this’ smile and you told him, “Gained about 7 more bodies on my kill count.” They all laughed thinking you were fooling them, all laughed except Diego, he’d been having visions of you assassinating people left right and centre with the commission, not bringing it up, in case you admitted to seeing what he’s been up to when he’s alone. Which you’ve seen but won’t admit for the same reason. The hargreeves thought you’d just be home with parents when you weren’t with them, little did they know.

As the night died down, some of the hargreeves retreated to hang out separately, Viktor, Klaus and Ben went to the garden to chill and watch the stars. Allison and Luther both just went to sleep. Diego stayed though, wherever your eyes looked his did too, you said you wanted to stay in the kitchen, he did too. His connection felt different somehow yet still the same. “Thought you were boxing tomorrow? You said you needed an early night.” You relayed what Diego had told the group when you first walked in here earlier that day. “It’s not happening right now, is it?” He was sat beside you just staring at the abandoned bored game. You peered your eyes over to him, he seemed off, as did you when you thought about it, maybe the marigold and Durango had wore off from the both of you. Thankfully. You hated being angry, even though you’ve virtually always felt that way, you wanted the academy to be a calming focus on your life, knowing that after 3 months you’d need to go back to getting blood on your hands again, at least the blood here was minimal and it was mostly rescue missions and retrieving artefacts.

“What’s up your ass?” You spoke in a more bantering way than angry, which made him confused. Obviously it’s been three years since your first big argument but he still always assumed and theorised that it was all your doing, in making him so hostile, even though it wasn’t. Diego chuckled at your question anyways, “Nothing, I’m just sick of not being able to talk to you all the time.” You gave him a pondering look, as if you’d thought he was joking, he despises you why would he miss seeing you. The more you thought on it, you couldn’t really say much, you missed Diego when you’d go back home, non stop talking about him to your parents. You’d miss Diego when Reginald locked you away from one another and you also missed him when he was right in front of you. “Me too. It’s seems like when we’re told to stay away it makes us want to actually talk.” You looked around the room, as you spoke, not exactly wanting to make eye contact in case that send another anger spell through each of your veins. You noticed him nod along and proceed to pull out his favourite knife and start flipping it, it was his comfort thing to do, helping him get through conversations of great thought. You’d noticed that everytime you’d watch the group train outside while you were conditioned to train in the gym upstairs. He did the same with you when it was his turn to do isolated training. He’d look out the window and notice that how every-time you use your power on someone your veins become a little more prominent. Not that he cared or anything…

“Why’d you decide to stay up?” He asked you as he kept flipping the knife as he stood and walked to get one of the cookies that Grace made earlier. He bit into it as you began to speak. “I like the silence.” He narrowed his eyes, his face going a little sour as he didn’t agree. “Don’t you think you get enough of that?.” Yeah, Diego also loved and craved being alone but somehow he missed the human interaction with literally anyone when he got it again. Now that he’s been trained to be alone he wants to refuse it. You just shrugged, your power never really leaving you with much muted mind time, your thoughts always raging, peoples thoughts always raging and their emotions impacting your own down time. “No, I don’t.” You were honest, standing up to get a cookie too, he made you want one by savouring his bites on it, as if it were going to turn into cardboard if he didn’t appreciate it.

You snatched one off the plate, now you took a bite. “So why are you letting me invade your quiet time?” He stood close to you. And as if a dying lightbulb were there, your wrists flickered, the Durango taking shape again, but not fully, you haven’t touched. “Because you won’t leave me alone.” You spoke with fake annoyance, finished your cookie now. His eyes gazed on yours, lingering glances all night left him no other choice, and he thought ‘fuck it’ and pulled you in for a kiss. It was a little awkward seeing as it was both your first kiss, but also felt like you were destined to do it. His hand cupped your cheek and yours wrapped around his waist. It didn’t last too long but the spark was there, he pulled away hastily and sat down, running his hands through his hair. “I shouldn’t have done that, fuck.” You stood there, not angry and not happy, just a middle emotion you’ve never seemed to feel, definitely not like this. “Then why’d you do it?” You asked a little pissed now, there we go, you’re back on track. The Durango reminding you it’ll never leave. He looked at you, tilting his head, taking in your every movement of the face. “I needed to.” He spoke now completely dazed, knowing that he wanted and craved doing that since you left to see your parents again in the fall. “Ah, but you said you shouldn’t have done it. Sounds pretty mixed, can you make up your goddamn mind?” Your words made him bothered, but you didn’t know what to think, you’ve never gotten along, you’ve been moral frenemies and now he kissed you and is giving you two reason as to why he should and shouldn’t have done it. He stood up, slinging his knife back in its holder and pointed his finger to you, “I’ll make up my mind when you learn to fucking see me.” He seemed hurt by that, as if he’s been trying to signal he’s liked you for a while, but he hasn’t. “I’m not a mind reader, Diego.” He scoffed at your excuse, grabbing your wrist. “You are, actually.” Signalling that he knows you had visions of him while you were gone, just like he had of you, he wasn’t stupid so why on earth were you making this so difficult on him.

“You were right. You shouldn’t have done it.” You pushed him away from you and made your way to your room, you knew in the morning you’d beg Reginald to keep you away from him again. Not ready to admit your drowning feelings.

Note: okay this was part one, an introduction before the season one part, part 2 will be them when they’ve left the academy at 17.

Tags: @shadowbriar @total-lunareclipse4 @vesper4seance

[idanit]

ok now i need to know about your niche country-specific jeeves AU

"Every valet takes great pride / in cooking what his husband likes" an edit of a makatka by @maidblues

(You've probably forgotten about sending this ask. I almost forgot I had a reply sitting in my drafts.)

This is incredibly niche and very hard to do for numerous reasons, but I've been thinking about a Polish Jeeves AU for a good while now. I'm not the best person to come up with the best way to cut almost all politics out from a story set in the 1920s in a country that has just become sovereign and is about to go through some further enormous transformations, so I'm not going to try very hard. Wodehouse's stories already take place in an idyllic sort of fantasy on the theme of interwar and postwar Britain, so I suppose a Polish AU would have to just lean into that even harder.

(Polish aristocracts lost their legal protections in 1921, but let's not think about it too much. Don't think about how you could possibly make "Comrade Bingo" work in a post-1920 Poland either. Etc., etc.)

So we've established that this would have to be some sort of barely recognisable fairytale Poland. But something in me is compelled by the idea of trying this out anyway because there are not a lot of wodehousian stories in Polish literature of the time. Not a lot of comedy without other genres mixed in in general. And one does wonder what it would look like.

Names are tricky. I want Bertram to be Bartłomiej or Bartosz (Bartek in the diminutive). @maidblues likes to give him the surname of Kogucik (rooster) and I toyed with the idea of giving him the Kur (another word for rooster) crest.

As for Jeeves's name, his case is more complicated because as far as I know servants in Poland were usually called by their masters by their first name, and the most common servant (as well as Polish in general) name would probably be Jan. So I'm tempted to make Reginald Jeeves a Jan Regulski or a Jan Reguła (reguła means "a rule").

This choice has the advantage of turning the "Jeeves?" / "Yes, sir?" exchange into "Janie?" / "Tak, jaśnie panie?". It rhymes. I find this amusing.

Servants at the time were overwhelmingly female, especially those who worked alone and for a single person/household, but we're going to ignore that.

Bertie is an aristocrat living in Warsaw, since it's the capital city, but his family is from some Mazovian dworek (manor house).

Aristocracy was not quite as much of an exclusive club as it was in Britain (some historians say it made up 10% of Polish society). Bertie probably says his ancestors fought at Grunwald, but he would likely bring up the Romanticism and the XVII century a lot as well, because they were as alive in the Polish public consciousness of the time as Middle Ages were in the mind of a certain kind of Englishman. Bertie could lean into something commonly called "the pride of the Sarmatians" (duma sarmacka).

Bertie's school is important. Everything depends on this, I think — Bertie's language, his friends, his club. Wealthy aristocrats did send their children abroad sometimes, so he could even have a typical British public school education even if he'd be unlikely to attend Eton and Oxford, specifically, but this feels like a cop-out, so I'm going to assume he was a student at some Polish university and not think about it too much lest I get caught up in the timelines of what university in what partition of Poland it would make sense for him to attend.

Bertie's way of speaking. My heart wants to make Bertie use some elements from the Warsaw subdialect because it's very fun and it would fit him, but regrettably, I think it's too working-class for him. I am fascinated by the idea of Bertie borrowing words from German and Russian in addition to French, though. He'd probably make use of some form of gwara uczniowska (student slang), too.

And Jeeves could know the Warsaw subdialect well, even if he would probably not use it while speaking to the members of the aristocracy (I'm pretty sure an early version of canon Jeeves spoke with a subtle Cockney accent, calling Bertie "guv’nor"). I wanted to make him a Warsaw local, perhaps with some family in the countryside, perhaps in the former Prussian partition, since I think the level of literacy was higher there and I need a way for Jeeves to have a chance of getting some education.

The Drones. There were no gentlemen's clubs, so I think the Drones would have to be a coffeehouse, a restaurant, or a szynk / pub called "Truteń"/"U Trutnia"/"Pod Trutniem". It's a significant change because they were not exclusive places, but it's the best I can think of. Coffeehouses in particular had a rich tradition as cultural places where people spent hours and hours on discussions. I think a Polish equivalent of a Drones Club could even serve as a tongue-in-cheek satire on artistic groups like Skamandryci. The Polish Drones would just have to take their gambling elsewhere. (@maidblues came up with another name for a Drones-like place that served food: Darmozjad. I love the pun — the word means someone useless, lit. someone who eats for free.)

As for the Junior Ganymede (Ganimedes), I think it would be a stowarzyszenie (club/society) without its own venue. Its members would probably meet at regular conventions. Here, I see an opportunity of some comedic nods to the tradition of "zjazdy", which in the centuries past were politically significant meetings of the aristocracy.

Bertie sings Mieczysław Fogg's songs.

Jeeves knows quotes from Mickiewicz and Słowacki (Polish Romantic poets) by heart.

Bertie is bi/multillingual enough to run off to Paris instead of New York City every now and then. Not quite putting an ocean between you and your aunt, but far enough for Ciotka Agata not to follow him.

I'm unlikely to ever finish writing anything for Jeeves in Polish, so, to finish things off, have this contextless excerpt from some draft of mine:

Mam na myśli tyle tylko, że podczas półtygodniowego pobytu, w którym jaśnie panowi udało się wpaść do sadzawki, zaręczyć, zostać pogryzionym, rozsierdzić Spodkowskiego i obrazić trzy stateczne matrony, choć nie dokładnie w tej kolejności, Jan ocalił mój ulubiony garnitur (bez krawata), zgrabnie mnie odręczył, opatrzył i odwiózł do Warszawy, a skroni jego nie zrosiła nawet mgiełka potu. Wspaniały człowiek. Obsypałem go, rzecz jasna, pewną ilością marek, ale wydawało mi się to zgoła niewystarczające. Dusza moja śpiewała, wolna jak ptak bez obrączki, a mój wybawca miał z tego tylko trochę świstków papieru, które i tak natychmiast wyśle rodzinie spoza stolicy — znałem go doskonale.

[karabin4ik]

AU where Jeeves and Bertie have known each other since childhood. First meeting at a boarding school for boys, where Bertie studies and Reggie works. (They are about the same age)

(I wrote everything through a translator, so forgive me if there is strange text in some places)

While all the students are running away for lunch, Jeeves slips into the empty courtyard with a little book. And so, approaching a spreading tree that is popular with some groups of boys, he notices a curly-haired young man hanging upside down.

The suspended boy clung to the ropes and his bound legs, and his face was red from the blood rushing to his head. He didn’t call for help, he just groaned and cursed in words that were understandable to a boarding school student at that time.

Reggie didn't deliberately try to walk silently, but it just so happened that the curly-haired boy didn't notice him until the very moment Jeeves stood two steps away from the bound one. Only fragments of phrases, for unknown reasons, including “holy ducklings” reached the ears, until the student finally noticed him.

In the seconds during which he focused his gaze behind Jeeves, the boy’s face brightened and became radiantly sunny.

- Hey fellow! - the boy exclaimed cheerfully, not forgetting to wave his hand casually.

Jeeves still watched silently, for the sake of decency he only closed the book. Raising his head, he began to examine the ropes that tied the boy’s legs.

- How are you doing? why aren't you at lunch? - the curly haired boy did not let up. Meanwhile, his face became even more bloodshot, which looked extremely unhealthy. - I haven't seen you among the classes before, you know!

Having walked around him in a circle, during which the student tried to follow Reggie with his gaze, he raised an eyebrow questioningly:

- Do you need help? - He asked.

The boy's face took on the appearance of a disoriented hare for a second, after which he looked up at his bound limbs for a few seconds. After that, he made an overly serene sound like "Hah" with a slight wave of his hand.

- Oh, are you talking about this? Well, it's not that I really need help, I'm just... hanging my jaw, you know. Useful stretching, otherwise I missed my morning exercises. - He smiled, but it was clear that this was becoming more and more difficult for him.

Jeeves looked incredulously from the acquaintance's ankles tied to the branch to his face, which was beginning to merge with his reddish curls. It seems he heard somewhere about red bats...what were they called...? And this bat, meanwhile, told that he was studying here, like his friends, who, by an incredibly funny coincidence, became the organizers of his upside-down pastime.

- Ducklings! Sorry, we don’t even know each other! - He shook off his hands and extended his palm to his interlocutor (if you can call a person who uttered just one phrase an interlocutor) - My name is Bertie!

Reggie glanced at his hand, then turned around to put the book aside. Then he returned the handshake in the same way, nevertheless looking somewhere upward:

- Reginald Jeeves. I work here, so you haven't seen me in classes.

Bertie had already stopped shaking his hand, but his new acquaintance still did not let go. Wooster looked a little nervously into the blue eyes opposite him and coughed awkwardly.

- Ummm heey buddy, nice to meet you and all that... Could you...

Reginald raised his eyebrows slightly, but his face did not look arrogant, rather as if he suddenly saw a large dragonfly on Bertie’s nose.

- Excuse me, but how long have you been hanging here?

Bertie made a thoughtful face, at the same moment he never stopped trying to unobtrusively stick his hand out of Reggie's hand. The whole thing swayed slightly from side to side, reminiscent of a metronome from a music cabinet.

- I don’t know, it must have been since my comrades ran away to fill their bellies. Add a couple more minutes that we laughed together and I tried to pull myself up for an argument... in general, about 10 minutes I think

Jeeves shook his head in displeasure. Bertie didn’t even have time to begin to be indignant when he, grabbing Wooster’s hand tightly, pulled himself up on his toes and pulled the ends of the ropes a couple of times. Those (ropes) quickly began to chatter and immediately unraveled, causing Bertie to fall down. If it weren’t for the clutch obligingly clinging to him, Wooster would definitely have kissed the ground in a completely unknightly manner.

- Whoa! - Bertie grabbed the clothes of his liberator with a breath - T-thank you very much, buddy! It’s a pity, of course, to interrupt the training, you know, but I don’t think I’ve thought through the landing at all... You’re really my savior.

Reginald let go of his hand, but not so quickly that Bertie immediately fell. His new acquaintance laughed a little more in between jumping on one leg or the other, trying to get out of the ropes. Having picked up the book, Jeeves turned around so that he could now see Bertie from a normal perspective. A curly-haired, smiling boy with big blue eyes radiated some kind of inexpressible summer lightness and perkiness. Judging by his stories, he has friends, so why did they leave him in such limbo? Apparently, something related to gambling.

- No need for gratitude, just be careful: staying upside down for a long time can be very dangerous.

Throwing away the last curl of the vine that bound him, Bertie straightened up and clumsily placed his hands on his hips. He was still a little unsteady, but stood firmly on his feet. He didn’t even shake himself off after the fall, so dust and grass remained on his trouser legs. Jeeves grimaced for a second when he looked at this, but he could not fully understand what was the matter. Looking at Reggie, Bertram gradually smiled more and more until he finally laughed. Jeeves also involuntarily broke into a smile.

- Hahaha! Listen, ammm.. Jeeves, would you like...

But then Bertie was interrupted by the sonorous voice of a boy from the side of the building. With black, styled hair and glasses with large eyepieces, he ran towards them waving one hand and holding a small purse slung over his shoulder with the other. An elderly woman in a strict dark dress walked quickly and briskly behind him. With this motley duet, the Bertie recognized his classmate Gussie and his teacher Miss A. It seems that he finally called for help, due to Bertie’s long absence.

- Bertie, Bertie! We're on our way! Sorry it took so long, I hid the tadpoles from Cheese, he would definitely try to throw them away, he always leaves the dining room before me to do this!

Miss A, meanwhile, did not lag behind, and her voice sounded even louder, spreading throughout the yard:

- Wooster! What have you done again, scoundrel? Why not at lunch, do you want to go without food for the coming day?

Bertie quickly turned to his new acquaintance, flashing a nervous smile to apologize for the inconvenience. However, neither behind nor in the area was there a single living soul, which is why the smile quickly faded, giving way to confusion. As if there was no blue-eyed silent savior. Honestly! Bertie checked behind the tree, looked around and even under his own sole!

Then Gussie ran up to him, clinging to his sleeve with his hand:

- Bertie, are you okay? You fell?

The teacher also walked under the shade of a tree, towering heavily over the boys and displeasedly looking around at the tree wrapped in ropes and the soiled clothes of the culprit of the rescue operation.

- Bertram Wilberforce Wooster, please tell me where you got the rope and why you made this display, including your inappropriate appearance?

Bertie stood for a while and looked at the place where he had recently been suspended like some caterpillar that at some point in its life realized that it wanted to learn to fly.

And then he turned to the teacher and absentmindedly began to explain how he wanted to weave a hammock by stealing ropes from the boarding house barn, simultaneously giving signs to Gussie to keep quiet about their friends.

[dragonbma]

Miscellaneous Sky City folk (mainly Reginald and Milo) rambles because I can:

Being the head guard, Captain Reginald’s main priorities are tending to Benedict and Isa. What time he doesn’t spend with them, he’s usually at the jail making sure order is maintained and prisoners are well-kept. Because of this, he doesn’t spend much time outside with the residents of Sky City like the other guards do.

Being so close with Benedict, Reginald understands how crucial every little resource is. In his eyes, the worst crime (aside from harming the Eversource) is to purposely throw something into the void.

Reginald first met Milo when he was imprisoned for “egregious wasting of resources.” The captain was appalled to hear someone had dropped a block over the edge, but upon overhearing a conversation between Milo and another cellmate, he quickly learned it was an accident and felt bad for the poor man lamenting the loss of his garden. He did attempt to convince Isa to let Milo out, explaining things as a misunderstanding. However, Isa declined, stating that if she bent the rules for one person, she’d have to bend them for everyone. Although she did entrust a dirt block with Reginald to plant near Milo’s inn to replace the one he lost. :]

Time in the cell made Milo bitter. Before that, the innkeeper always been an upstanding citizen. He felt betrayed that his little mistake had not been seen as an accident considering he had no previous record of troublemaking. (Unless you count advocating for a less strict system of resource distribution troublemaking.) Chatting with Reginald was one of the only things that kept him sane in the dungeon. Milo often asked how his inn was faring without him and had occasional questions about the Eversource. I don’t have a good idea of how long he was imprisoned, but he does describe it as “a very, very long time” so I’m lead to believe a few years at least. (Maybe 5-10 or 15 at most?)

WOW WHERE HAVE I HEARD THAT BEFORE?

JOKING. I highly doubt he was in the cell for 30-40 years.

Ok sorry back to the rant. When he was finally released, Milo was overjoyed to find a dirt block with a small flower waiting for him outside the inn. He assumed one of his friends requested it for him.

The punishment for discarding resources over the edge is not only time in jail, but also having your requests for more resources revoked. This ensures that no one maliciously continues wasting materials. This is also a major reason Milo started Build Club: the law no longer allowed his requests for resources to be granted. :[

Build Club spawned out of Milo’s idea of a better world where he and his comrades had the freedom to create whatever they wanted with no regulations. It started with him rambling about his ideas to those who stayed in the inn and to his surprise, his beliefs were shared among many of them. Eventually his friends opted to save their requested resources to create the hideaway that would harbor the rebellion. Milo also had suspicions that land existed beneath the city, but Isa forbade him from trying to test his theory as it was dangerous and would likely result in loss of resources if he didn’t get himself killed first.

Guards seem unphased by outsiders which leads me to believe that people do occasionally enter Sky City, but probably use ender pearls to travel between islands? Honestly I have no good explanation for why the guards are so nonchalant to “strangers.”

The iron golem Jesse created in Build Club looks out for the residents while they get accustomed to life on the ground. It especially likes following Milo and the club members around. Isa probably questioned where the heck it came from and Milo accidentally let slip that it was from Build Club. “WHAT IS BUILD CLUB?” “Uh… oops.”

It took everyone a while to warm up to the Aiden after everything that happened, but the Blaze Rods did eventually redeem themselves.

The creeper explosion left Captain Reginald with burn scars. While he still does his best to take care of the founder, the sight or sound of a creeper causes him to freeze up.

Reginald calls Benedict “ma’am.” Send post. 🐓

Most of the folk in Sky City are tall. Not Milo though. He’s short.

Bonus: When I first played Order Up, it took me forever to choose whether to turn myself in or flee because I couldn’t decide whether I liked Reginald or Milo more. (Too many of my decisions are based on me wanting to get character dialogue.) Having played through both their paths MULTIPLE TIMES, I still can’t decide. They’re both neat.

That’s all I have. See y’all on the other side.

[dandorime]

On a mission deep inside a secret Zoraxis facility...

Reginald: Anything suspicious yet, agent?

Phoenix: Not a damn thing. All these machines are in excellent condition, and there's OSHA-compliant signage and safeguards everywhere... Are you sure this is even a Zoraxis factory?

Suddenly the lights turn on, and a voice booms over the PA system...

???: Good evening, comrade Phoenix.

Phoenix: (◎_◎;) OH SHI-

Reginald: Strange, I don't recognize that voice... This could be a new Zoraxis operative. Be careful, agent! (｡ŏ_ŏ)

Phoenix: Alright, you caught me. Now show yourself! (૭｡•̀ n•́｡ )૭

???: But of course. Since we're not on company time...

With the flourish of a large picket sign, a woman in overalls and a teamsters t-shirt steps out of the shadows onto the catwalk overhead.

???: A pleasure to have you on site, Agent Phoenix.

Phoenix: Who are you?! ಠ_ಠ

???: I am... The Rep.

Phoenix: ...what?!

The Rep: ...The Rep. Union representative. Zoraxis Workers United #73.

Phoenix: ...huh... (°-°?)

The Rep: You need to wear a hard hat at all times on the factory floor, even when the machinery is powered down. It's a contractual obligation. 🫱⛑️

Phoenix: Oh. Uh... Thanks. ⛑️

The Rep: And don't forget to clock your overtime on the puncher in the locker room when you leave.

Phoenix: (•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )Um... Listen. You realize I'm an EOD agent, right? That I don't actually work here...?

The Rep leans in close, placing a hand on Phoenix's shoulder as she does so.

The Rep: And you realize that your shenanigans produce a living wage for close to 10,000 unionized welders, electricians, plumbers, carpenters, stonemasons, miners, and mechanics under Zoraxis Industries, right? (σ-`д･´)

Phoenix: ...oh.（・□・；）

The Rep: *pat pat* Keep it up. ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )

[oreothefox715]

A Rather confusing question.

Wolf searched around the airship for Reginald. Normally she didn’t really interact with the Brit too much or even went out of her way to talk to him. But this time she needed too, upon spotting her comrade she marched over to him like a solider on a mission. She put her hand on his shoulder which caused the man to jump and yelp in surprise.

“WHA- o-oh uh…h-hey Ms W-Wolf…” Reginald stuttered when he realized the blacksmith was behind him.

“Hey Reginald I need to ask you something.” Wolf said looking down at the man in front of her, not phased by the Brit’s obvious fear of her.

“Y-yes Ms W-Wolf?” Reginald asked his voice barely above a whisper. His mind was going a million miles a second. Did he do something wrong? She didn’t seem mad…but then again Wolf was decent at masking what she was feeling. Did something happen? If so what wa-

“How much would it cost to get 500 pounds of iron?” Wolf asked interrupting Reginald’s thoughts.

“I-uh what?” Reginald asked as he tried to process the question he was asked. When he did he looked up at Wolf.

“Why do you need 500 pounds of iron?” He asked confused.

“If I’m going to make weapons and armor, and traps for our crusade, I need the materials needed. Most I already have but I’m running low on iron.” Wolf explained.

“Uh…again I ask why 500 pounds?” Reginald repeated.

“Don’t question my methods Copperbottom.” Wolf growled her voice like ice and her gaze intense telling Reginald he shouldn’t ask anymore questions.

“Y-yes Ma’am! I-I don’t know off the top of my head but I-if you follow me to my office I’ll g-get the information you need…” Reginald stammered as a cold chill went down his spine.

“Alright lead the way then.” Wolf agreed and she followed Reginald to his office. That’ll be one thing off her makeshift list taken care of.

(This mini story definitely isn’t as good as my first one but screw it :3)

@crown-of-roses-thsc

[rambleonwithrosie]

To say nothing of "it wouldn't be British to ski or sled so let's just die in snow shoes with our ponies"

Also when you take your xenophobia to the level that you won't deign to ask the native inhabitants for assistance even though they're RIGHT THERE so you die within sight of people who could have saved you after you already ate some of your comrades. Like when you so racist you'd rather eat Reginald than ask the Inuit peoples for some help

i know it's because they didn't have the kind of modern medical knowledge we do back then but reading about polar exploration history is hysterical in hindsight because so many of these guys heard accounts from their fellow explorers describing the absolutely hellish obstacles they faced from both the extreme environment and their own mental and physical deterioration and were like "skill issue" and then went there to prove it and encountered the exact same problems

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"TWO FIREMEN DIE IN LONDON BLAZE," Toronto Star. March 5, 1933. Page 9. ---- In a fire which swept the Hunt Flour Mills, London, Ont., Saturday night, two veteran firemen died trapped on the sixth floor, while two jumped 90 feet into a net held by their comrades. Several others were injured. The photographs here show: (1) Deputy Chief Stanley Scruby, dead. (2) Assistant Chief John Mitchell, who was rescued down, an aerial from where he and others were trapped on the fifth floor. (3) The flour mills, showing how fire men jumped into a net. (4) Scene at the blaze. (5) Lieut. Arthur Hartop, dead. (6) Fireman Pat Kirk, taken to hospital gassed. (7) Fireman. Harry West, in hospital from sprained wrists from holding the life nets with which his comrades jumped. (8) Fireman George Geddes, knee injuries. (9) Fireman Reginald others Walters, one of two who escaped by a 90-foot plunge to the net. (10) Fireman Norman Wight, the other who jumped, and (11) Fireman L Fluhrer, almost suffocated.

[ask-thsc-blog]

Reginald began his speech, talking about all what has happened to the safe houses, to the hideouts and the team that where tricked into going on loosing missions and captured by the Wall, how he doesn't want any more damage done to the clan and find a way to rescue their comrades before something else happened

And then he talked about burying the hatched with the Govs

:o

[eirinstiva]

Le soleil brillera toujours!

Second and final part of "Comrade Bingo" and I'm trying to put into English words my opinion on Bingo Little but I'm laughing so hard that I can't translate it. At least I'll try~

Bingo, esto te pasa por weón no más. [Bingo, this happens to you just for being dumb]

A threatening letter? Just to get money from your uncle and to impress the girl of the moment?

“Bertie, my lad,” said Bingo, taking me earnestly by the coat-sleeve, “I had an excellent reason. Posterity may say of me what it will, but one thing it can never say⁠—that I have not a good solid business head. Look here!” He waved a bit of paper in front of my eyes. “Great Scott!” It was a cheque⁠—an absolute, dashed cheque for fifty of the best, signed Bittlesham, and made out to the order of R. Little. “What’s that for?” “Expenses,” said Bingo, pouching it. “You don’t suppose an investigation like this can be carried on for nothing, do you?

Oh, shut up!

Ocean Breeze losing the race is just karma for using Bertie's flat for a meeting. Also, Bingo tries to make a plan but changes it at last minute, get distracted by another woman, or forgot to pay attention to all the details, or he's to upset for losing money... Bingo needs to be a more cold headed like Jeeves.

Comrade Butt has his revenge! And he made it in public, in front of Lord Bittlesham and a crowd. Thanks to the police this didn't get worse.

They look like wet cats~

“What beats me is how the dickens the thing happened. I mean, how did the chappie Butt ever get to know who he was?” Jeeves coughed. “There, sir, I fear I may have been somewhat to blame.”

I KNEW IT! My dear Jeeves!!! He just needed a few words to Comrade Butt and everything snowballed from there. Did it on purpose or it was an accident? Are we sure Jeeves told that accidentally? As chilean and communist comedian Bombo Fica would say: Sospechosa la weá [suspicious thing/derogative, joking]. However, Jeeves deserves that money.

Will Bingo learn his lesson? No, because being a bit (a lot) dumb and lovesick is essential in Bingo's personality. He always will have his mom friend Bertie to support him and Jeeves to at least think about the consecuences of everybody's actions.

Maybe this is the end of Bingo's political career and the end of another romance, but don't worry comrade Bingo, as L'Internationale says "the sun will always shine!"

[namequest]

Dear Trickster Deity of all fandoms

I would like apologize for when, in my foolish youth, I dared to express how much it baffled me that people watching Sherlock were so enamoured with British snark and especially with shipping Sherlock and Watson.

I still don't see the appeal of the ship, but clearly my hubris has been punished because during my quarantine I've fallen into a Wodehouse craze and my every waking moment is filled with conjectures on how to make every single character gay, how in love Jeeves and Wooster are and how much I'd love to be topped by a fictional and allegedly heterosexual woman named Honoria Glossop.

[gabrielokun]

[flamingredanon]

Welcome to my little Tumblr blog here, my name is FlamingRedAnon but you can call me Lizzy as well. I'm autistic, go by she/her, am a panromantic ace and my B-Day is May 30th.

My main fandom is The Henry Stickmin Collection currently, but I also enjoy Megaman (especially the X series including Command Mission), Castlevania, Shovel Knight, Mario especially the various RPG series, the Tales of series but especially Symphonia, Vesperia, Abyss and the two Xillias, lots of older animes and I enjoy things like birds, wings, vampires and some musicals like Cats and Phantom of the Opera.

I can also be found on Instagram, Twitter, Bluesky, and AO3 going by FlamingRedAnon as well, and I currently have a comic blog about my Fantasy AU over at @thscfantasyau and my multi ship blog is @lizzysthscshipsblog and when writing requests open back up they will be found on a side blog for everyone's sanity (aka this will be edited to show said blog when the time comes)

I am not currently taking THSC art requests.

Also proshippers can kindly go elsewhere as you are not welcomed here.

Anyone can take any ideas, AUs or ramblings you see on my blog and make your own stuff with it, I am ok with comic/content dubs as long as credit is given and my ask box is always open.

My art and writing however are off limits to any type of AI.

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And here is a list of some (not ship focused) AUs I have, which are written underneath here so the pinned post isn't too long, and apologies in advance for some of the AUs not having names

(WIP at the moment)

Toppat Galeforce AU, a story where Galeforce was a spy in the Toppat Clan during Terrence's reign, but decides to stay with the Toppats and become leader after dethroning Reginald, who had just dethroned Terrence minutes before.

Galeforce ropes in Dmitri Petrov (and maybe even Misha) as his second and now has to deal with a pissed off Government because of the betrayal and the duo of Reginald and Terrence (think Team Rocket shenanigans)

Vampire Trio AU, formally known as the Vampire AU, stories about the Toppat Coven and the current vampire lord and his lovers, Lord Reginald Copperbottom, Right Handman Galeforce and Henry Stickmin, dealing with balancing peace with the Red Mesa village, Dmitri Petrov and his Vampire Hunters and keeping their fellow vampires safe.

There is a darker bad end of the AU featuring Reginald going by Fallen Reginald, getting revenge on anyone that could be held responsible for the deaths of Henry and Right while trying to find some way to go back in time to try to save them.

A Darkened Left Hand AU or ADLH for short, a darker story about Revenged going wrong for Henry and him getting rewired to becoming a Toppat weapon known as Left Hand Man, the story bouncing between Left and the Toppats, Charles Calvin and his band of comrades known as the Rescue Team who want to save Henry, and the Government who want to stop the Toppats at any cost.

(note that any posts that deal with the weapon Left will also be tagged with the ADLH AU tag while the OC Left will not have such tags)

Timeline Wilford AU, a story of Sir Wilford IV having timeline powers but things going wrong because of trying to force a new choice, leaving him void bound untill a chance meeting with a young man named Henry Stickmin with his own timeline powers lets him be able to go back and forth from the void.

Now Wilford tries his best to teach Henry about what he knows so that Henry avoids making the same mistake that left him void bound, slowly catching up with what he had missed after disappearing and hoping that one day he would be free from his punishment.

Wall Ellie AU, a story about Ellie Rose Petrov, daughter of Dmitri Petrov, who sets up the whole event of Toppat Civil War and has almost the entirety of the Toppats locked up after sabotaging the rocket launch, minus Henry and the Good Gents and technically Reginald and Right.

Henry now has to figure out a way to rescue everyone from the Wall and deal with the frozen rose herself.

(Currently has multiple paths which includes Ellie dying, Dmitri dying in Ellie's place and Henry needing to come up with a plan with just his Good Gents)

Unknown AU name yet, but the story is about a Toppat King Henry with timeline powers, currently being haunted by the ghosts from three past bad timelines, a Jewel Baron Henry who goes by The Baron or JB, Free Man Right Hand Man who goes by Fright, and Revenged Reginald or just Rev.

Ruby Wilford AU, a smaller story about Sir Wilford IV getting his strength from the cursed Romanian Ruby, with Terrence and Reginald accidentally finding out this secret one night and the chaos that happens afterwards.

Henry is Terrence AU, multiple ideas and stories about Henry Stickmin actually being Terrence Suave himself, sometimes because of amnesia or just making a new identity for himself, with his paths either helping the Toppats and atoning for his bad leadership, joining the Government and carving out a new path in life, or getting revenge on the Toppats or even Reginald for being dethroned.

Right Hand Man Green AUs based off of RHMG, darker stories featuring Charles Calvin's failed attempt at trying to run off with evidence about Right being Green, getting turned into a fellow Toppat Killer cyborg called Charlie and the reverb that has with the story, or of Toppat Killer Copper, formally known as Reginald Copperbottom who fell for Galeforce's and Dr. V's trick and was promptly captured without most other Toppat not knowing what happened.

(I may expand on those later and give both stories a happier ending)

Breaking the Cycle AU, an Ending the Cycle AU that features Henry getting tired of all the loops and deciding to take over the mysterious Pocket Watch Clan, with some help from Charles and Right.

After Henry becomes the new Father Time and explains everything to Right and Charles, the three friends work to not just end the timeline cycle, but break it and each creating their own timelines, not knowing that power can corrupt goals and cause even more trouble.

Not quite a complete Adventure Time AU but has a few of the same themes, a story of Terrence Suave slowly losing himself to his timeline powers and becoming Gadget Gabe and of Randy Radman joining the CCC to try to save Terrence from his chaos no matter the cost.

Sword Henry AU, a story about Henry wielding the Biggol Sword and getting revenge on Reginald Copperbottom and the Toppat Elites on behalf of his father, Terrence Suave. Lots of sword fighting ensues.

CCC Experiments AU, an AU that features Terrence, Right and Reginald being escaped CCC experiments with different types of chaos powers, joining the Toppat Clan and figuring out things while hiding their abilities so that they aren't found out.

Henry Petrov AU, a story that was originally about Henry being Dmitri's son that was kidnapped as a child and the two reuniting after Special Brovert Ops but then changed to Henry growing up in the Wall and eventually teaming up with the Government (with Dmitri's cautious permission) to find out the person that killed his mother years ago.

Wall Revenged AU (not the exact title) is an AU where Dmitri and the Wall staff save Henry after Betrayed instead of Dr V, offering him, Wilhelm Krieghaus, Sureshot Sherman and Ahnoldt Schwarz a place among the Wall as bounty hunters, as long as they help the Wall take down the Toppats.

With Reginald having betrayed everyone in some way, they all accept, leading to quite the different face off at the Dogobogo Jungle.

Government Reginald AU, a story of Reginald Copperbottom being a Government spy