#do henry and richard have a ship name

[potatosaresweet]

the funniest thing about donna tart saying she didn't want to write a female mc for the secret history because people would wonder if she's doing all this because she's in love with henry is that it made no difference whatsoever. the secret history mc is a man and still we're all wondering if he was in love with henry

[willothewispwisteriadawn]

Charles is both an abuser and a victim, and I think this is important for reading the other characters.

I think sometimes when I talk about Francis and Charles as characters it comes across like I think Francis was the worst one and that Charles did nothing wrong, and that’s really not the case. It’s more that I feel that fandom tendencies make the discussions about them just inaccurate? And my thoughts here are not about memes and silly posts purposely woobifying characters. It’s like based on… legit theories and fanfics that weirdly depict the characters.

I think my issue with the Charles discourse is how much Charles is seemingly held up as a scapegoat so people can safely adore other characters in the book. And it’s all just inaccurate to what happened. For example, the concept that Henry was benevolently trying to swoop in to rescue Camilla from Charles is something I see framed a lot. And that phrasing of it seems more intended to be ship fodder than anything because that’s honestly a really watered concept of what happened, in my reading. Charles did wrong, but that doesn’t mean Henry was just the good guy in the situation. He definitely had selfish motives; he wanted Camilla, and it wasn’t pure saviorhood. If it were, he wouldn’t have antagonized/pressured Charles into insanity and kept him drunk on purpose. Camilla wanted Charles to get better— she said so. But Henry convinced Francis and Richard to keep Charles intoxicated. And he didn’t tell Camilla that Charles was still drinking.

(Side thing, this also indicates Francis could be wrong that Charles is faking memory loss— either by genuine mistake or because he’s wants Richard to feel sorry for him. I guess we can’t know for sure, but we have it presented as valid by Camilla and not by Francis).

Anyway, this isn’t exactly honest, helpful behavior on Henry’s part. And Camilla definitely wasn’t ok with everything he was doing. He lied, at least by omission, to her.

It’s very likely Henry intimidated Francis when he visited Camilla (Francis seemed rattled and said Henry wouldn’t leave the room), and I suspect he said things to Francis when they were alone before Richard called about finding Charles in the snail. This is why Francis echoed Henry’s bullshittery about detoxing being bad. I do think Camilla wanted to date Henry and that she asked him for help— their relationship had been going on the whole book— but it’s also highly implied she was wary of some of his behaviors and that she wouldn’t have wanted her brother to get murdered. I think Henry did help Camilla. But I also think his manipulative actions show that his motives were self-serving and that, by the end of the book, he’s using violence as his modus operandi. Henry is a pretty horrible guy. He has a sort of joking coldness about Bunny’s death as well as the death of the dog he killed, and he openly admits to not caring much for others. He’s a super incredible character, and I do find him charming and fascinating. But I feel like I’ve seen this whole situation with Charles become about how Henry just adored Camilla so much and was willing to protect her from evil. I’ve even seen it insinuated that everything Henry did from the start of the novel was really just to liberate Camilla. As if he isn’t a selfish bastard who did the bacchanal as means to rid himself of his conscience so he can do what he wants (again, from his own mouth).

Henry himself was clearly— and by his own intention, I argue— a factor in Charles’s insanity and using Charles’s sins to his advantage. Just because Charles was rotten doesn’t mean he’s at fault for the entirety of what happened. It doesn’t mean that he wasn’t used too. He was bad but also really sick. Henry and Francis both knew this and manipulated it. Again, it’s not that he’s innocent, it’s more that the conversation around him often becomes about acquitting other, more beloved characters by invoking the name of Charles for everything. But Henry’s motives for the bacchanal were selfish and Francis was a spineless manipulator at points.

(Hopefully I’m not strawmanning people here!!! I think it’s easy to find fake groups of people to argue with in posts like these. And I admit fault if I’ve been taking theories and posts I see too seriously, but this is my issue with a few specific theories I have seen that seem to depict Francis as too inculpable and Henry as too selflessly in love)

[sylvies-chen]

okay I’ve refrained from posting my thoughts on the ted lasso finale until now in the interest of making sure they’re expressed properly so that people understand how correct my opinions actually are. but I’m here and I’m queer and LET’S DO IT FOLKS:

TED LASSO FINALE THOUGHTS

THE GOOD:

Nate!! Nate was a timid, sweet note in this episode. It was such a gentle little reintegration of his character back into the team and seeing him get a secure happy ending after all that time of insecurity was the part of the episode that provided the MOST payoff. Seeing Nick Mohammed’s post about Nate and his family life and understanding how much he put into that character was so beautiful to see too. I adore actors who very publicly (and in a nerdy way) love their craft!

His conversation with Ted also made me cry like I have never cried before.

COLIN KISSED HIS FELLA AFTER A WIN!! Ugh such a beautiful payoff and full circle moment for him, I was truly squealing with joy <3

The team’s rendition of So Long, Farewell had me GIGGLINGGG oh my god, I’m a die hard Sound of Music fan so I loved it! I would have maybe liked a little more emotion from Ted, I felt like his reaction was kind of… meh? meek? but other than that the song itself was FANTASTIC.

Obviously I love that they won the game, duh

They also had a lot of really amazing and thoughtful callbacks in this episode, like Keeley’s parallel to her entrance in the pilot was great, Ted’s bbq sauce mantra, Nate leaping into Ted’s arms, the ussie guy, the winning play being the play from season 1. All of those little moments showed a strong attention to detail I truly loved.

I love that Rupert made HIMSELF unlikeable in the end. Rebecca didn’t need to ruin his life; she stopped caring and soon saw he was doing a perfectly fine job of doing it himself. Karma truly is Rebecca Welton’s boyfriend!! Or is it?

Jake the motherfucking client seducer over here turning out to be a total dud like yesss!! I don’t want Ted and Michele back together by any means but fuck that guy lol, glad to see she and Henry were getting sick of him

BELIEVE. 😭

Which leads me to…

THE BAD:

I know you all know I ship Tedbecca, but this is truly not coming from a shipper standpoint when I say that that first scene of them was absolute BAIT. It was pretty disappointing because I know Ted Lasso’s been prone to red herrings and fakeouts every now and then but I didn’t take it as a show that would truly bait their fans with something like that??

I don’t care if I’m biased, I don’t care if the writers were trying to be avant-garde with their ending for rebecca, I’ll say what I’m about to say a million times: writing off 1 of your 2 most main characters into a happy ending with a man whose name the audience doesn’t even know is literally never a good writing decision. I think this should be obvious.

I have no hate to Boat Guy, Rebecca’s whole thing with him was basically the plot of Before Sunrise + Before Sunset (all hail Richard Lanklater) if someone watched those movies and then tried condensing them into fifteen accumulated minutes of television

Keeley, Roy, Jamie… they did you three so fucking dirty my babes. Keeley you especially. I’m beyond disappointed, bordering on genuinely hurt, by how much they screwed up Keeley and all of her adjacent storylines this season.

I loved RoyKeeley so much in seasons 1 and 2, they had such a sweetness and a magic to them. There were so many elements like that to season 1 and 2 that I feel the writers gave up on in the name of growth or… honestly, at this point, I don’t know why they did this. Roy was a little insecure in seasons 1 and 2, but I never felt like he was needy. It felt so cruel to have shown us RoyKeeley in all of these moments of such stability, such healthiness, and such genuine love for so long and then rip it away for some version of Roy Kent that felt hollow, twisted, and who just Did Not Get It. It makes me so sad.

It makes me sad for Jamie too. Him falling for Keeley again was like the last thing I needed to see from his character. There’s so much else they could have done with him, and instead they took that beautiful moment of him being accountable and respectful with Keeley and the tape, and they turned it into something ugly: they had him weaponize it as a bargaining chip against Roy.

I don’t understand why they thought having our favs engaged in this very sexist outdated convo with such possessive language in the name of comedy was a good idea. I get it was poking fun at them but it was the kind of fun that shouldn’t have to be poked at by now. They’re not these men, I don’t recognize this version of them. It’s such a regression.

speaking of weird and uncomfortable shit being played off for laughs… beard and jane got married! ted wasn’t even there! she shredded his passport to keep him in captivity! how creepy! (see the joke is that they’re crazy and do toxic things to each other. you’re supposed to laugh.)

[scotianostra]

September 23rd 1779 saw the Battle of Flamborough Head.

The Battle of Flamborough Head is one of the most famous events to have taken place in the waters of the North Sea. In 1779 the American War of Independence spread to this unlikely location of on the Yorkshire coast of England

There was a joint Franco-American squadron, attempting to draw the British Home Fleet northwards so a joint Franco-Spanish invasion could take place in the south of England, when happened upon a large British convoy off Flamborough Head. Two Royal Navy ships, vastly outgunned by their French and American foes, saved the convoy, but were captured or sank in the act.

However, the real significance of the battle wasn’t about ships sunk, it became emblematic of the pluck and courage of the fledgling American nation. The American commander John Paul Jones, who was in fact a Scotsman sailing in a French ship, became known as ‘the father of the American Navy’. His ship, the Bonhomme Richard, despite being sunk during the battle, is now a legendary name in American naval history and to this day there is a USS Bonhomme Richard and a USS John Paul Jones serving in the US Navy.

Jone’s ship, USS Bonhomme Richard sank but before it went down he boarded and captured HMS Serapis. During the battle, Jones was famously reputed to have exclaimed “I have not yet begun to fight!” in response to the Royal Navy’s Captain Richard Pearson’s demand that he surrender his ship.

In recent years the wreck of the Bonhomme Richard has been found. It lies beneath the waves of Filey Bay and its discovery could lead to a tourism boom for the Yorkshire coast. The story of this battle is taught to every American schoolchild. It is big history a bit like were taught about........hm, The Battle of Hastings, which had nothing to do with Scotland! Aye well times are changing now and Scottish history is taught a lot more in school than was back in my days.

Scotland has an added interest in the area as on March 22nd 1406 the 8 year old Scottish King, James I, on his way to the safety of France, was captured by pirates off Flamborough Head, and delivered, or “sold” to the then King of England, Henry IV, he did not return home till 1424.

The pics are depictions of the battle, of which there are no shortage online, and a plaque at Filey, near where the Bonhomme Richard sank.

[aemiron-main]

Arent You A Little Old? TFS, Peter Pan, Peter and The Starcatchers, Starstuff and The Stardust Spider

So, keeping in mind all of the Peter Pan references in ST (including Peter Pan being on the S4 board), I stumbled across some information from the 2004 Peter Pan prequel novel, Peter and the Starcatchers- specifically, I stumbled across something called Starstuff, which is basically stardust that resulted in a.) Peter Pan not aging and b.) him being able to fly (both of which we’ll come back to):

(Peter and the Starcatchers was also a play- a prequel play, just like TFS)

And so, I’m staring at “starstuff” versus “the stardust spider,” which is Henry’s superhero name in TFS- and I’m also staring at that connection and Starstuff causing Peter Pan not to age vs all of the weird age/aging stuff in TFS, such as Brenner not aging between 1959 and 1979, Patty saying “aren’t you a little bit old for that” re: Captain Mindnight to Henry, Henry being 14 instead of 12, etc etc etc

There’s also the fact that Starstuff allowed Peter Pan to fly, versus Brenner telling El that she’ll need to fly:

And so, considering what I said re: how Starstuff preventing aging, I’m staring at the shadow particles in TFS but I’m ALSO staring at the unexplained light particles from S4 (and their stardust vibes), and I have to wonder how THOSE particles AND the shadow particles connect to all of this/all of the weird aging stuff in ST…

Do the shadow particles accelerate aging or prevent it? What do the light particles do?

When Will was flayed, Owens talked about how the shadow replicates like a virus- does it affect the replication of any other cells? And how does that connect to regen healing vs aging vs lack of aging etc etc????

I don’t know what’s going on but there’s Something here!!

And anyway, going back to Peter and The Starcatchers, there’s also some other connections between that and TFS.

For example, in Peter and the Starcatchers, the name of one of the ships in Peter and The Starcatchers was The Wasp:

Versus The Wasp Woman being on one of the movie posters for TFS:

And Eddie Munson’s WASP pin (which is especially interesting considering a.) Eddie Munson’s other connections to Peter Pan such as him hiding out at Skull Rock and b.) Eddie Munson delivering subtext for Edward Creel):

And there’s also William Slank, who works with Little Richard, which makes me think of all of the weird Will-Brenner connections in TFS versus Richard Brenner:

And there’s also the trunk full of Starstuff versus the box that TFS Henry found in the cave that supposedly changed Henry in the same way that Brenner Sr got changed:

And there’s also The Others in Peter Pan and The Starcatchers- The Others are people that want to use Starstuff for their own corrupt means (which lowkey makes me wonder if shadow particles are light particles that have been corrupted somehow, but anyway) versus the use of the word “others” in ST:

Anyway! I dont really have a coherent conclusion here, just lots to think about!

[mzannthropy]

The Count of Monte Cristo 2002

I've been curious about this film for a while bc of the things I've read about it, and knew I had to watch it. So now I finally did. My impression is exactly what I expected it would be: good film, bad adaptation.

Bc I had already known it was not faithful to the book (and bc I knew it did something very stupid, as I inadvertently stumbled upon a spoiler), I allowed myself to enjoy watching it. Had I not known all of this beforehand, I would have liked it much less. Still, I watched it more out of curiosity than anything, and I can't say I will ever rate it as a favourite. In many ways, though, it was a fun movie. (Spoilers below.)

It's the first adaptation I've watched, but as I understand from posts by other users here, it's not the only one that focuses on Fernand as the main antagonist. Which he, of course, isn't, but The Powers That Be, as a mutual recently told me, were Edmond x Mercedes shippers. They even went further with this and made Albert (played by very babyfaced Henry Cavill) Edmond's son. This is the stupid thing I mentioned above the cut. It's stupid, what else can I say.

Also, Fernand and Edmond are initially friends, best friends even, which I understand other adaptations also do. For some reason, filmmakers think the story is more powerful when the one who betrays you is a friend. Fernand was already an aristocrat in this, he was the son of Count Mondego (not Morcerf), and he and Edmond and Mercedes are childhood friends, but the movie never explains how a son of a count made friends with people who were so many steps below him in class. Fernand also ends up having affairs with many women and getting into debt by gambling, a fact Edmond uses to take him down.

In this film, Edmond can't read. Which *scratches head*. I'm pretty sure this was not in the book, right? He was (well, almost) made a captain, how would he be able to captain a ship without being able to read maps and charts? (And this makes his friendship with nobility Fernand even more unlikely--surely a friend would help him learn to read?) It's abbe Faria who teaches him to read in prison. Abbe Faria was played by Richard Harris and was a definite highlight of the film.

Mercedes and Edmond share time together before Edmond is framed (they have sex which results in Albert) and she ties a thread she tore off her dress around her finger, symbolising an engagement ring. She still has this thread around her finger when they are reconciled 16 years later (that's the gap between Edmond being thrown to Chateau D'If and the beginning of his revenge in this version). How did a piece of thread last this long???

Understandably, many characters are cut out, the Maximilian and Valentine romance is non existent, so is Eugenie, there's no Caderousse or Benedetto. Danglars has minimal screentime, even though he's the one that orchestrates the whole setup. The importance of Morrel in Edmond's life is lessened, also his name is misspelled (it has two Ls).

I liked what they did with Vampa and Jacopo. They combined Vampa into both a smuggler and a bandit, thus he is the one who takes on Edmond after his escape and also arranges Albert's kidnapping in Rome. He's also really funny. Jacopo's role is much bigger than in the book, he essentially becomes Edmond's bestie. They find the treasure together and in one scene, Jacopo tries to get Edmond to "choose love". As fun as it was to watch that, it's not the Edmond from the book, who is more of a loner. I mean there's this line (this is before he finds the treasure):

Dantès, cast from solitude into the world, frequently experienced an imperious desire for solitude; and what solitude is more complete, or more poetical, than that of a ship floating in isolation on the sea during the obscurity of the night, in the silence of immensity, and under the eye of Heaven?

I think you can conclude that the screenwriter liked his male friendships.

I expected more of Albert bc of the many gifs I've seen posted here. He's not given any time to deal with the fact that the man whom he thought of as father is not his father. At the end they all visit Chateau D'If, Edmond finds peace and they walk away together as one happy family (Jacopo included). Very Hollywood Disney ending, I think.

So I get why people like this film, but as an adaptation of a book it doesn't really deliver. I suppose it can work as an AU.

[anincompletelist]

get to know me tag! :D

OKAY @bigassbowlingballhead I am combining your tag with the ones from @littlemisskittentoes and @read-and-write- even though those were SO LONG AGO NOW but I realized I haven't ever really posted much about myself on here (unless you've followed me over from @soldouthaz ) sooooo HERE IS THAT? <3 thanks for the tags friends I loved reading about y'all!

First Set

Last Song: JAPANESE WHISKEY by Ruel

Last Film: No Hard Feelings jshdkjshd

Currently Reading:

the books sitting beside my laptop right now are:

- War of the Foxes / Richard Siken - Letters to Father / Franz Kafka - Time is a Mother / Ocean Vuong - On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous / Ocean Vuong - Devotions / Mary Oliver - The Cinnamon Peeler / Michael Ondaatje - Little Weirds / Jenny Slate

and fic-wise:

- I am hoping to finish the newest chapter of a sea of hope by acastle tonight - I just read A Thing of Beauty by @orchidscript last night (was wonderful!) - and I just compiled a list of all my January favorites here !

Currently Watching: The Bear is the next one up on my watch list if I ever manage to get around to it! love ayo so much!

Currently Consuming: a large diet coke from sonic skjhdkshd my beloved <3

Currently Craving: a cinnamon roll?

Three ships:

Firstprince

Sterek

I used to write Larry so I guess that counts? skjdhsdjkh

First Ship: oh gosh, I think sterek, but also technically Eddie and Loren from a show called Hollywood Heights when I was in middle school skjdhkjshd

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Second Set

Were You Named After Anyone?

yes! the story of Sarah in the Old Testament of the Bible! she was described as faithful, loving, caring, stubborn (ha), and loyal, and also ties into my adoption story :)

When Was The Last Time You Cried?

oh gosh, several days ago, I think? it was my birthday skhdkjshd (no further explanation needed)

Do You Have Kids?

I do not, although I am the certified and confirmed 'Mom Friend'

What Sport Do/Have You You Played?

no <3

Do You Use Sarcasm?

not typically unless it's with someone I am very comfortable with. I work in a lot of mental health conscious areas and am studying to be a therapist so I try not to use any type of humor that could be negatively interpreted!

What's The First Thing You Notice About Other People?

usually body language! I'd say I pick up on energy fairly well, so that too, if applicable.

What's Your Eye Color?

blue! (surprise I am Henry)

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

cannot watch scary movies, I have far too much anxiety in general to have a need to induce it intentionally jshdkjhs. it doesn't have to be a happy ending though, so long as the theme/lessons are well done. I adore digging into films and picking apart all of the layers and symbolism, so anything with some emotional weight is right up my alley! but I enjoy a bit of everything :)

Any Talents?

I'm a photographer both as a job and as a hobby, and I work part time as a makeup artist as well! I enjoy writing in my free time (obviously) and I like painting and drawing, although I definitely wouldn't consider myself very talented in those areas skjdhksd. honestly anything creative I will try and probably enjoy!

Where Where You Born?

Texas (I am Alex actually)

What Are Your Hobbies?

I touched on it earlier but photography, makeup, reading/writing, anything creative and anything psych related pretty much!

Do You Have Any Pets?

I have three! all dogs, two chihuahuas and a dachshund :)

How Tall Are You?

5'5? (I have been telling people my entire life I'm 5'7 and at my last doctor's visit they informed me that I was a liar!)

Favorite Subject in School?

english and psych!

Dream Job?

any place I can help people. I would love to be involved in a cause larger than myself while also getting to do something I'm passionate about, so anything from an english teacher to an editor to a therapist to volunteer work!

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open tag to anyone who would like to share! <3

xx

[attonitos-gloria]

For the ship asks:

Robbion (Tyrion x Robb)

Boris x Xandra

Wolf Finger

Jonsa

Richard Papen x Accessible Mental Health Resources

Henry x Camilla

you're so funny and evil for this lol i put colors in it.

tyrion/robb: absolutely zero sense, but compels me endlessly. it's insane how a single fic can destroy your life. this is one of the greatest works of art in this fandom

boris/xandra: huge ick when it happened, doesn't compel me at all but MY GOD if any relationship in that situation makes sense........ xandra depressed and taking advantage of a minor? boris feeling pity for her and also, drugs? the most likely thing. i hate that donna realized this and made it real.

Wolf Finger (ned/petyr): lololol this name is so funny. i'm afraid this ship makes a lot of sense and now that i'm rereading AGoT from a queer perspective (so much better??? than the first read??? i'll have to reread every book that i read before i realized i was bisexual) i actually find them compelling. when you take into consideration both sansa and catelyn lol losing my mind. bye

jonsa: putting them right in the middle because show!jonsa makes sense but book!jonsa does not, simply because sansa is another character entirely, and to a certain degree jon too. that being said: i'm not that interested in either version of them - though when i am, it's always the show version and it has to be like a radically tragic and taboo thing

richard papen/accessible Mental Health Resources: well do i want him to get help. of course. but you'll realize it makes so little sense that it's not even inside the graphic properly. because richard lacks the minimal self-awareness to even get there or to get help from it if he got there

henry/camilla: i love this ship because we spend so much of TSH seeing camilla from richard's obsessive projection of her, and we, as readers, can see that she's NOT who he thinks she is lol but nothing reveals this more than the fact she was in love with henry. one of the best psycopathic couples ever. camilla is a FREAK. meant to be. i love them.

y'all should ask me ships <3

[pippipoffin]

William Afton and/or the Son for the character ask game? :^)c

AGAGAGAGGA!!!! YEAAAS TY RICHARD!! i will do both!

ask game

WILLIAM AFTON

First impression 🎇

back in 2014 when fnaf 2 came out, i was already so enamored by this man. i mean, a tall mysterious guy who murders kids? whats not to love right? especially springtrap, i thought he was so badass.

i was 13 or so at the time and i was so obsessed with fnaf. i wasnt as into him as i am now, but i still loved him a lot and he was one of my favorite guys

Impression now 🎇

hes my second favorite fnaf character of all time, with ralph (phone guy) being my #1. though honestly mike, ralph, and william all fight for that #1st place spot every day.

william is a very intriguing character to me. he's obsessive, he's charming and yet so utterly pathetic. he's a horrible father and a horrible friend and yet with the power he holds over people, no one can escape him once he's in their lives.

i. love. william. afton.

Favorite moment 🎇

Joke answer: when oswald came home from school and saw spring bonnie vacuuming the livingroom

Real answer: tie between the sister location opening cutscene, and when he whispers "it's still me" to mike when he hides in the vents in fnaf 6

Idea for a story 🎇

ralph and dave (william) go bowling together and then go back to dave's house to fuck nasty, the end ❤️

Unpopular opinion 🎇

i love william x henry, i cannot deny their history and chemistry. buuut its a little overrated...i think people should shake things up more and ship william and henry with other characters as well. i actually dont think ive ever seen henry be shipped with anyone except for william...thats sad.

Favorite relationship🎇

PURPLEPHONE FOR LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFEEEE!!!!!!!!!! ive shipped ralph and william ever since fnaf 2 came out and it will FOREVER be my OTP. FOREVER AND EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Favorite headcanon 🎇

This is like choosing a favorite child. impossible...but i will pick one of my headcanons to share.

I already made a post about this but, William's favorite drink is a Shirley Temple with extra cherries. which is also my favorite drink!! :D

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THE SON

First impression 💊

I remember not having any strong feelings either way when i first played hlm2. Well honey, i had a big storm comin.

Impression now 💊

hes on my top 5 list of favorite characters, probably. if not, he is UP there. i LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE the son!!! he is so interesting. party boy brat but in a different way than Biker, and he has a lot of intriguing tragedy to his character as well.

Favorite moment 💊

ok how could it NOT be the final level, right?? i remember when i first played that...when the credits rolled i was just completely blown away (uh no pun intended)

Idea for a story 💊

i always thought a swap AU with The Son and Jacket would be very interesting. I'd elaborate on that but my fingers are starting to hurt from typing

Unpopular opinion 💊

i actually dont know what is or isnt popular in the hotline miami fandom since i never interact with it anymore. ummm i think he likes vanilla ice cream

Favorite relationship 💊

i like the son x jacket as a toxic awful terrible ship i want them to kill each other with hammers and the son to project all of his trauma on jacket

Favorite headcanon 💊

his first name is Rodion :)

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if you read all of that...idek what to say, thank you?!?!?

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

New OCs

four fandoms, four ocs!

Beau The Fairy – Descendants

Tinkerbell's son, school sweetheart, best on the tourney team (until Jay) which always surprises people because he comes across so soft (ship tbd – main options rn are Jane, Jane & Harry, Hero, Niamh & Harry, Addie, or Dorrie)

Billie Sylvester in Good Luck Babe (x Santana Lopez) – Glee

Sue Sylvester's daughter, does not know who her father is (it's Will Schuester, she sure will find out), golden girl cheerio princess to wild child skank queen, repressed lesbian icon technically named after Willy Wonka in honour of her Aunt Jean (to pair with Robin being named after Jean's actress, Robin Trocki)

Genevieve Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor – RWRB

full name Genevieve Eleanor Grace Eugenie Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor very very socially anxious, undiagnosed autistic princess who loves the piano and goes non verbal in a lot of social situations younger than Bea, older than Henry, considered a picture perfect princess but actually it's because she's gone nonverbal and is just shutting down, smiling, and digging her nails into her hands until she bleeds. closest with harry, had a crush on Alex but represses it for Harry’s sake

Jade Song* – Gilmore Girls

Hope's (Emily's sister's) granddaughter, lives in England with her parents. She's her father's princess but he has high expectations, and her mother demands constant perfection. Heart of gold and a very good student but also a total problem child. Running out of ideas of what to do with her, Jade's parents send her to spend a year with her great aunt and uncle, Richard and Emily Gilmore. Unfortunately it was too last minute of a decision and the only available spot left at Chilton had been given to Rory Gilmore, leading to Jade being enrolled at Stars Hollow High instead *created with @the-witching-ash and her oc Bennett Song to become crossover twins, which is why they have the same backstory

Bonus: also introduced James Danes & Sebastian Locke (both gilmore girls ocs)

[quietwings-fics]

A Dark and Stormy Night

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Ship: Gen (Henry & Michael, Charlie & Henry) Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Child Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Henry Emily-centric, Sad Ending, Sad, Heavy Angst, Parent Henry Emily, Minor William Afton | Dave Miller/Henry Emily, Regret, Tragedy, Storms Wordcount: 3069 Summary:

Henry Emily tries to protect his children. Or, did you know that the Midnight Motorist and Security Puppet minigames take place on the same night?

There was a knock on the door to Henry’s office, almost swallowed up by a clap of thunder from the storm outside. Henry sat up, feeling a grimace settle into its familiar home on his face. The man behind the knock, Richard, didn’t wait for Henry’s reply before he opened the door. He studied Henry with a frown. Richard was older than most of the other employees, the one who’d stuck with the franchise the longest, through closures and reopenings and rebrandings and rumors. He was one of the few people in the world left Henry would consider a friend, though they rarely met outside of work and Henry couldn’t even remember the name of Richard’s wife.

“He came back again, didn’t he?” Henry asked.

“About twenty minutes ago,” Richard answered. “I told him to leave.” Richard shut the door behind him and leaned back against it. “He put up less of a fight than last time.” Henry forced out a long breath. Richard was waiting, like he always did, for some kind of explanation. Henry said nothing, and so Richard continued. “William’s not who I came to talk to you about.” Henry clasped his hands tightly over his desk and held back his wince.

“What do you mean?” Panic rose in his throat, and he looked off to the wall beside his desk. An array of lights littered the wall, all glowing brightly. Superficially, they were a sign of how important the day-to-day operations were to Henry, each light reflecting a fully-functioning animatronic. His eyes rarely lingered over any of them other than the green one in the corner. He felt himself relax at the sight of its steady light. When he looked back at Richard, the man’s frown had deepened, lines deeply creasing his forehead.

“The kid snuck in again,” he answered. Henry clenched his fist and squeezed his eyes shut. “You sure he doesn’t have a key or something? I don’t know how he keeps getting in.” Richard continued. Henry shook his head.

“I wouldn’t give him a key, Richard. If he ever lost it...” Henry’s voice faltered. He ran a hand through his graying hair. “He’s ingenuitive, that’s all. He...” gets it from his father, he did not finish. “Where is he?”

“I left him in the main showroom. I don’t think he knows he’s been caught yet.” Richard said. “You want me to-”

“No,” Henry said, like he’d said so many times before. “I’ll deal with him.” He pushed himself away from his desk, leaving his paperwork with a half-scrawled signature. With one last look at the green light on the wall, he left his office.

The showtunes echoing through the restaurant made his head hurt. He’d have to commission a few new songs soon before the repetition drove him and the rest of his employees insane. The thought of spending a few nights reprogramming the animatronic show routines only made his headache worse, but it wasn’t like there was anyone else who could do the job anymore. He slid his glasses down to pinch the bridge of his nose before glancing around the main room. On the dance floor below the stage, he caught sight of Charlotte giggling and surrounded by other children, and that managed to bring a slight smile to his face. He looked around again and saw the boy he was looking for at last. He made his way over to him.

“Michael,” he greeted. The teenager jumped, head jerking up towards him before he relaxed when all he saw was Henry standing there. Henry searched for something to ask, but the questions all felt brittle on his tongue. There was no wonder how Richard had spotted Michael so quickly. He stood out in a crowd of rambunctious children and tired adults, the lone teenager still hanging around Fredbear Jr’s Pizza. With his brown hair and blue eyes, he was the spitting image of his father at that age. The memory of that younger William was fuzzy, half-forgotten, and the realization made Henry feel his years around his neck like a noose. “Michael, what are you doing here?” He finally asked. Michael crossed his arms.

“Because you won’t let Dad come here anymore,” he finally answered. Thunder boomed again outside the restaurant, the sky heaving another flood on top of them. The lights above them dimmed slightly and came back. Henry rubbed his mouth and sighed.

“Come back to my office with me. We’ll talk.” Michael nodded, relief clear on his face as he realized he wasn’t being thrown out. Henry never turned him out, not once, but Michael still felt the need to break in, to hide in the evening crowd as best he could. As they walked, Henry glanced over his shoulder again, catching a glimpse of his daughter darting off towards the prize corner, the huge gift box sitting inert, secure in the safety of the child it was built to protect. Her green armband was visible from across the room. Henry had been debating changing the color, though the original function would remain the same. She stood out too much, marked as the owner’s daughter. She’d told him the other children got jealous.

A worry for another day, he told himself. For now, he led Michael back to his office, where the music and the laughter were drowned out by the thicker walls. Henry would never get any work done otherwise. He felt the brief urge to hug Michael once the door was shut behind them. It’d been a few months since he’d last seen him. Children grew too much, too fast, but more than anything, Henry was grateful Michael had been given the time to grow at all. He settled for one quick pat on the shoulder before sitting at his desk. Michael shifted awkwardly until Henry gestured to a couch against the wall opposite the lights. It was small and uncomfortable, but Michael wasn’t an employee up for quarterly review and Henry would feel strange making him sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

After all, Michael was-

Henry tried and failed to attach a word to the boy that didn’t feel either cold or presumptuous.

There was a time, years ago, when Michael had been family.

At least he could say that with certainty.

“Do you want anything? Water?” Henry asked. Michael shook his head. Henry picked up the pen on his desk and clicked it. He tried to read any of the paperwork he’d been doing earlier, but the words didn’t translate into meaning. He clicked the pen again. “Have you seen your father today?” The questions made Michael try to shrink in on himself. It didn’t work as well now as it had when he was twelve, when all he did after... the accident was make himself as small as possible.

“No,” he said. There was a pause before he continued, “I heard him. He was yelling at Mom. I was in my room, and I locked the door.” Henry’s brow furrowed.

“Then how did you-”

“I broke my window.” Michael was staring at his shoes.

“Are you hurt?” Henry asked, alarmed. Michael’s eyes darted up momentarily. He shook his head again. “Michael, if... If you’re scared that your father might... Do something to you, or to your mother, you know you can come to me for help.” Michael nodded again, not looking up. “I’d do anything to protect you, you know that, right?” He had to restrain himself from saying you kids. Michael was the only child of William’s left, and hadn’t Henry failed once already? If he’d just looked over those blueprints closer, if he’d known what that damned robot was programmed to do...

He’d felt like an intruder in the world of William’s grief. He’d let the man throw himself into his work, into his creations, without thinking that his intent with making them might have changed. And how could he have known? Even if he had read all of William’s almost illegible scrawlings about a life after death, about just needing to test it, swearing that Evan was still here, would he really have presumed anything other than that the man had lost his mind the same day he’d lost his second son? If he’d looked at the designs, poured over them for hours and hours, would he ever have believed that his partner could actually build such a thing?

Henry had turned a blind eye, and now there was only one child left to hide in his office from William’s rage.

Outside his window, the thunder growled with contempt.

“I’m not going back home, Uncle Henry,” Michael said.

“What?”

“I’m running away. I came to say goodbye.”

“Michael, you can’t-” Henry stopped himself. There was so much fear in Michael’s eyes when he spoke, and he could almost hear the boy at twelve, at thirteen, fifteen, showing up at his doorstep or in one of their restaurants and begging Henry not to tell his father where he was, to just let him spend one night. “How old are you?” Henry asked instead. Michael screwed up his face and lied.

“Seventeen.”

“Sixteen,” Henry corrected, softly. “Your birthday is next month.” Michael curled in on himself again.

“I won’t go back,” he said. Please don’t make me go back, Henry heard.

Henry leaned back in his chair, his eyes drifting to the wall of lights. The green light flickered momentarily but shone again seconds later. The storm, he reasoned, only the storm affecting the power, but the jolt from watching it darken for even a moment was all the push he needed. He unlocked a drawer on his desk. Michael’s eyes grew wide as Henry pulled out stack after stack of bills. Six hundred in total in his desk’s emergency fund, tucked in among old photos. He handed all of it over to Michael. Michael looked like he was in shock. Henry could see the tears begin to well up in his eyes, only for Michael to quickly scrub at his face and pretend they’d never been there to begin with.

“You should lay down. Get some rest.” Michael clearly hadn’t been getting any at home, or so the dark circles under his eyes told Henry. “When we close up the restaurant for the day, I’ll drive you to the bus station, and you can catch the last bus out to wherever you want to go.” Henry hesitated. “Where do you want to go?”

“Away,” Michael answered. Henry hadn’t really expected anything else.

“Okay,” he said, sitting back down at his desk and trying to look at his paperwork. He had a terrible feeling swelling up in the pit of his stomach as he watched Michael try to find some sort of comfy position to lay down on the couch. He wished he had a blanket or something to offer. Instead, he looked at his paperwork without reading it. After a few minutes, he gave up again and reopened the drawer he hadn’t locked back up. There was no more money left, but the photos were still all stuffed in there. He hadn’t looked at them in years, it felt like.

The first was of the establishing of the new Fredbear’s Family Diner. The sun was bright in the sky, shining down on four people. Henry held up the ceremonial ribbon tied in front of the door, and William was poised to cut it a moment after the camera snapped. A few feet away, their wives looked on. Ava was still pregnant with Charlotte in that picture. In a few months, he’d finally hold his baby girl, but Charlotte would grow up without a mother. Henry could hardly remember that time after Ava died, only that William and Marie had been there, named godparents without hesitation. They’d half-raised Charlotte when he couldn’t.

The next picture, of him and William only, with the first prototype of the springlock suits. William’s hand was bandaged from a malfunction. He’d still had the scar, last Henry had seen him. Henry knew that scar well. He’d watched William’s hands at work for so many long nights on their animatronics. Nights on end where neither of them returned home, Marie with her own three children to watch at home, Charlotte with a nanny, and they’d work like the rest of the world didn’t exist. And things happened between two people when they spent time like that together, things they didn’t talk about in the daylight when it was bright enough to see their wedding rings. So, yes, Henry knew that scar well, from the sight of it or the texture of it under a kiss.

The next picture he withdrew with under another rumble of thunder, the storm seeking attention he couldn’t give at the moment. He traced the folded lines of this picture of four children: Charlotte, four, Evan, seven, Elizabeth, nine, Michael, eleven. This one he used to carry with him in his wallet. He remembered taking it out to show people his daughter, and they’d always look surprised at the sight of four children all squeezed into one booth before he clarified that only one was his, even if he’d planned most of their birthday parties and taught Evan to tie his shoes and driven Elizabeth to her dance recital one night when William and Marie were taking care of a sick Michael. Charlotte, he’d point out, here, this one is mine. He could have used a different picture, one with only her in it. He never did.

He went to pull out another picture when the storm let out a terrible roar that made the whole building shake. Michael, who’d been dozing off as Henry reminisced, jumped to his feet. The power went dead, and Henry shot up from his desk as well, shoving the last picture in his pocket. It was only a dozen seconds, a dozen two long, and his heart raced as he fumbled in his desk for a flashlight in case the power didn’t come back. When it did, weakly flickering back to full strength, he leaned heavily on the wooden desk and breathed.

He looked over to the wall of lights. All bright.

All bright except the only one he needed to see.

Come back, he demanded, the power is on, come back!

There was no green light.

“Michael, stay here,” he said. The boy looked concerned.

“Why-”

“Stay here!” Henry snapped, louder than he meant to. Michael flinched and nodded.

Henry all but ran out of his office. He found Richard first, pulled him aside and said in a hurried whisper, “Have you seen Charlotte?” Richard frowned.

“She was-” He glanced over at the prize corner. Henry felt his heart drop into his stomach. The giant gift box was open. “What the hell? Where’s the puppet thing?” Richard asked, confused.

“Marionette,” Henry corrected distantly. “It’s a marionette.” He didn’t feel like he was in control of his body as he rushed over to the prize corner. There was an exit door there, marked as a fire escape only. He shoved it open and was pelted with rain. It didn’t stop him from going outside. He could barely see through the torrential downpour. The door behind him didn’t slam shut immediately, Richard following him outside. “Charlie!” Henry screamed. It only took Richard hearing the tone of his voice for the other man to finally pick up on what exactly had Henry so freaked out.

They both shouted for her, but the rain and the thunder was drowning them both out. Henry pushed forward through the rain around the building. He called for his daughter again. “Charlie!” Henry called for his child. No one answered him. A car drove past him, and in his fear, he couldn’t tell if he recognized it or not. He stumbled into the alley behind the restaurant, calling out again, nearly bumping into one of the many trash cans. There was something lying in the alley, barely visible in the rain and darkness, but part of him could only feel relief as he realized it was too big to be his daughter. He went to check it anyway, in case it was someone else hurt, but what he touched instead of clothing or a person’s skin was familiar fabric and cold metal.

He tore his hand back. The marionette lay broken and useless. He was close enough now to see why, what it had curled itself around. He knelt on the ground.

Richard’s voice came from behind him, horrified.

“Get help!” Henry heard himself scream.

He shoved the mangled heap of the marionette away. He held his daughter.

“Call someone! Get help!” He screamed again. He didn’t know if Richard was still there.

The rain made it so hard to hear. He couldn’t tell if she was breathing.

Henry looked up and saw William standing behind him.

“Charlie?” said William, in a young voice that sounded nothing like William’s. “Uncle Henry, what-”

“I told you not to come here!” Henry shouted over the thunder. “Why did you do this?!” William took a step back. His face contorted, and Henry’s vision was too blurry to tell if it was horror or a wicked smile. Part of him still protested that William wouldn’t, couldn’t.

But notes in his frantic handwriting seared through Henry’s mind. Just one child, he’d written, to test it, I only need one. Charlotte wasn’t moving.

William was gone. Henry was soaked with rain, but it didn’t wash the rest of the stains on his clothing away. He could hear footsteps behind him.

“There’s an ambulance on its way.” Richard said. “Where’s the kid going?”

“The kid?” He was holding his daughter. She wasn’t moving. She wasn’t breathing.

“Michael.” Richard said. “I saw him run off.”

Henry choked. “Oh, God. Michael.” He looked back wildly and could see nothing past a dozen feet. “Michael!” He called for his child. No one answered him. Beside him, a fallen photograph, so heavily damaged by the rain now that he could barely make out the contents, just the vague outline of Charlotte on her third birthday, laughing and being held aloft by her godfather. The sky tore itself open again, and in the corner of Henry’s eye, lightning above lit up the tear-stained mask of the marionette, its eyes dragged free of its sockets, one arm outstretched towards him.

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[madwheelerz]

Powers, where do they come from and what are the rules as told through Henry Creel and comic references?

We all know that powers have rules, especially in the world of comics. In comics the way heroes gain their powers varies immensely, but for the purposes of this post I will only be focusing on few different ways that heroes obtain powers and in particular the ways that they gain power in superhero comics such as marvel and dc.

I could go in order, but I actually wanted to, but I want to start with Superman and Supergirl. Both of these characters that we have name-dropped are born with their powers, but those powers are only powers because of their location. On their home planet they are normal people, you could even consider them weak, hence even the small piece of their home planet renders them hopeless without protection. Wonder woman was sculpted by clay and gifted her powers so while she was created with them her creation wasn’t exactly normal.

The Fantastic Four are civilians who gain their powers after being exposed to cosmic rays during an unauthorized outer space test flight in an experimental rocket ship designed by Dr. Reed Richards. He-man has powers that originate from Castle Grayskull. The Sorceress who lives there is the one who granted Adam the ability to transform and also communicated telepathically with him.

Professor X and Jean Grey are both mutants meaning that they were born with their powers. The Green Lantern’s powers are directly related to the rings the wear and these rings chose their owners. We also have Cyborg whose limbs are made out of a radioactive chemical element.

So, what does this say about powers? Well to categorize them: 1) being born with powers, 2) radioactivity or chemicals that alter your state and give you powers, and 3) getting your powers from an outside source. How much of this applies to Henry Creel?

His powers suddenly manifest (due to abuse? When I looked it up it said that’s how Professor X manifested his powers). His taken for experimentation that, by all means, should be illegal and these experiences lead to his powers being withheld for a period of time. During this time the lab searches for ways to replicate his power and while doing so prob at him in order to find out how to manipulate his powers.

They might have used chemicals or radioactivity to do this. El’s experience with her powers is heavily tied to electronics which we know more often than not emits radiation. Plus, the little things that are placed on the heads of the children. This seems to be more for amplifying and training, however. Anyway Henry. Then El sends him to the upside down and he is exposed to the natural forces of the area, and he is altered. He should be dead. He was struck by lightening and we see that his hand has mutated. The vines that hook up to him are seemed to be connecting him to something, but these are all new parts of his powers. New mutations that aren’t from the lab.

This indicates that the upside down is capable of altering someone beyond recognition down to a molecular level. I think this might have been what happened to Barb and Will. During her funeral we are told that the cover story is that there was a chemical leak from the lab which killed her. If I remember correctly there is also the paper claiming that Will was in the lab vs the one claiming, he was found in the shed. I think that the slugs being placed within Will and Barb as well as the vines indicate that they’ve been altered by the upside down specifically.

Being in the upside down alone won’t change you but interacting directly with the elements there (the vines?) most likely will. We might also want to keep an eye on what our characters are wearing on their hands.  

@aemiron-main because I think you might find this helpful maybe. @wheeler-things​ I know you said something similar before so here’s what I think

[heartofstanding]

best idea ever starter kit.

dysentery: it (probably) killed them both, 7 years apart, so it's surest way to split this ship up and make it tragic and reunite them.

Biting. Henry V will bite.

omg they were tomb mates: probably not but there's a story that's Courtenay's body was actually found within Henry V's tomb. just two dudes sharing a tomb...

Oxford university: Courtenay was chancellor of Oxford and had a fairly... interesting career that included fleeing from Lollard students attacking his lodgings and being threatened by the Archbishop of Canterbury with excommunication by resisting his attempts to root heresy out (he also threatened to excommunicate the Archbishop of Canterbury in turn). He also started efforts to establish a library at Oxford that was assisted by Henry. Also, there's a story that Henry V studied at Oxford that's still perpetuated by Oxford but historians don't think that's true.

booty shorts. In Lenten purple with a Lenten message. Courtenay is a bishop, after all.

The hottie and the nottie. Richard Courtenay was reputedly pretty, Henry V was not.

Money problems. Henry V was pretty broke for most of his time as Prince of Wales, probably because his father was pretty broke as king. Things did not really improve when Henry was in charge of the finances but at least he had experience in living life on a shoe-string. Courtenay was the treasurer of Henry's household as king. Courtenay also had money problems. He died owing Henry money. He owed Oxford money for his room rent. He spent so much while on embassy in France (on vases! and planetary calculators!) that he had to borrow money to go home.

Herbert. Is a weird little dog on the tomb of William Courtenay, Archbishop of Canterbury and Courtenay's uncle and foster-father. He probably had nothing to do with Courtenay/Henry but we felt like he had to be involved. (n.b. I made up his name.)

Monster cans. Sadly, Henry and Courtenay died before they could discover coffee or energy drinks but I like to think in a modern AU, they would be the Eldritch beings whose coffee orders terrify baristas and would drink Monster and only Monster when they weren't terrifying baristas.

Out of a most tender love... here's the anonymous author of the Gesta Henrici Quinti on Courtenay's death and Henry's order for him to be buried in the shrine of Edward the Confessor.

The Prick of Conscience. A serious medieval religious text. Why are you laughing.

Ottery St Mary. Courtenay granted a manor to the church at Ottery St Mary so that they would celebrate a mass daily for his and Henry's good estate and for their souls after death. He granted this three months before he died. 🥺

astrology. Courtenay was into it (or used it as a cover for his spying on the French), Henry was suspicious of it.

Swans. Both of them were descended from the de Bohuns and both appear to have used the swan badge for themselves.

face hole. Henry took an arrow to the face (to the depth of 6 inches) at the Battle of Shrewsbury.

embracing in the fires of hell. so, yes, they were medieval Catholics which probably means they had a medieval Catholics understanding of sin. Still, at least when you're burning in the fires of hell, you're still cuddling your bestie <3

matching rings. On the left, the gold relic ring that was found in Courtenay's grave set with an oval ruby. On the right, a detail of Henry V's hands in the earliest known copy of his portrait in which he wears a gold ring set with an oval ring. Is it the same ring or did they just have matching rings? Who knows.

Tomb of Henry V. see above, re: tomb sharing. Courtenay is buried under the steps up to the chantry chapel so his grave is also in this picture.

Patron saints. It's a picture of St Sebastian (gay icon) and St George (Henry's patron saint). I like to think that Henry had a lot of thoughts about St Sebastian given the whole arrow to the face thing.

One of the most loving and the dearest of the king's friends. The author of the Gesta Henrici Quinti on Courtenay.

Tennis balls. The tennis ball incident, or something like it, probably did happen and given Courtenay was closely involved in Henry's embassies in France, he probably knew All About It.

Bad hair. Henry's got the bowl cut, Courtenay probably had the bowl cut with tonsure. I like to think Courtenay made it work but lbr who did.

Two idiots, one hole. It them ❤️

Matching t-shirts. Henry is the cheetah that's threatening to go crazy, Courtenay the dog that's keeping him from going crazy in captivity. You wouldn't separate them, would you?

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

New RWRB OCs!

Yes, yes, yes new rwrb ideas! First of many posts about new ocs! Everyone follow Greta in her madness! (First three have a very intersting story behind their names btw)

Elizabeth Juliet Halley Eliza Halley - actress; Henry's close friend; very "Nice Girl" energy Her faceclaim is Emily Alyn Lind!

Romeo Maurice Dunn Romeo Dunn - actor; lowkey chaotic rich bitch energy; you have no idea of how much him and Alex are chaotic besties together tbh His faceclaim is Thomas Doherty!

Kenneth Francis Morrison Ken Morrison - his mother works on Ellen's campaign so he's here by accident lol His faceclaim is Evan Mock!

Lenora Richards - Richards' niece; is ready to end his career in a second; no really, she would sell her soul to tear him down; Nora & June ship Her faceclaim is Holland Roden!

Rosalie Harlow - Henry "fiancée" (read: Queen Mary decided to do an arranged marriage when they were 15 bc she was from a good noble british family and her father is a bitch and accepted); actually besties; Firstprince shipper N.1 since the very first day; will go feral in the middle of the plot; more attracted to her boyfriend's sister; Bea ship Her faceclaim is Dove Cameron!

[princessc2]

Long gone are the days of my throne and the cursed crown that only left me pain and sorrow

I'm so far away from my beloved my birth land

The riches and nobility

Long gone are my love ones

And my loyal servant and knight whose loyalty was infinite taken by the cruel shadow of death two weeks

later after my greatest battle

Which left me at the edge of the cruel death but for some reason i miraculously survived

And after two weeks my body healed instantly and completely.

I didn't understand what was going.

Along and full of doubt I took a ship to a far away land.

Once the ship arrived to its destiny

I went off ship as quickly as I could

With my only possession which was my faithful white boar

Luckily the people didn't notice us

Since I was wearing a dress .

Oh how ironic it was for me to wear a dress since I consider myself to be a man due to my named and been raised as a man

After walking through the town with my companion we entered the forest and fortunately we found an abandon cottage in the woods

Whitey and I installed ourselves in the cottage

From that day things were so different

I started to wear dresses instead of pants and armor much to my dismay

I also started to feel so tired and sick throwing up which I contributed to Jane's abortifacient medicine .

During the day I was calm and if I needed to go to the the town people talked to me I would always put on fake happy faces or I would go hunting or fishing.

But the nights were so different since I could dream about my loved ones my father, Anne, my beloved other half Henry and my precious son Edward all of them with white Roses that were meant for me.

The worst thing was that I wanted such beautiful dream to last and rest only to be awake by the rays of the sun alone with only Whitey by my side to which i could only cried to the point that pain was so unbearable and endless, even I prayed to God for any comfort, yes I even did despised not believing in him due to my body's nature atlas at the I had discovered that I wasn't a devil but only a person with his own struggles .

Everything changed the night that I had the strangest dream in which James Tyrell was in fact Henry and we where inside of tree not having convenants but instead making love to each other sweet and gentle feel with kisses moans and loving words while he was thrusting me warming my body and soul as well

Do you want to be my friend Richard

Said Henry with a soft voice to which I only said yes.

To which he only smiled and put one of his hands between my breasts and said Richard since we are soulmates and friends now you can my treasures and the last thing that I remembered it's that I saw a red and light as I faded. Later I woke up not in tears like before but relief.

During breakfast I only been eating a little bit of bread and berries since we came to the cottage.

I also got a lot of fever that made me stay in bed the whole day. When the sunset came I was able to go fishing.

Luckily at super I was able to eat something although some thoughts that plague my mind

But not as strange as dream that I had that night in which I was holding my crown surrender by blood and corpses.

Later I saw a white boar identical to whitey but much smaller,

I don't know why but I decide to following him to a field of red roses

The little white boar turns to me to which I just pick him up and fire surrenders me when is all over, then I hold a beautiful baby in my arms with blond hair green blue eyes .

That is when I realized that I'm completely bare, and instinctively I helped the baby reach my breast and latches to it while i looked at him with adoration and love .

In that moment my soul is at peace inside such beautiful dream that I unconsciously moved my hands and I rub my belly and suddenly feel a tiny heartbeat while my eyes are with tears.

In the next morning when I woke and I went to clean myself, I noticed that my breasts are swollen and bigger than before, but that's not all as I passed the cloak with soap on my belly I can feel is hard, I don't know why but i threw the cloak and placed my hands in my belly and there it was a tiny heartbeat. I Know you are in there little one this time I will not panic nor will call Jane I said with tears my eyes as I rubbed my belly . After that I got dressed and I ate bread for breakfast and at the afternoon I went hunting this time 4 rabbits and with that the day came to an end. At night after supper Whitey and went to sleep ,but this time with a smile while I put my arms around my belly.

In the following days I replaced my loneliness with comfort, my coldness with warmness since now I wasn't entirely alone with just my pet white boar Whitey by my side.

Since now I had a little one growing inside of me

For the next days I went to hunt enough meat for me and i went to the town for supplies like bread and other stuff that I needed .

Since later own it was going to be difficult for me because of the baby.

So I prepared myself beforehand I also made cradle for the baby

And without even know it time flew very fast 1month later 3 then 4 later 6, during that whole time I spent every day and every night bonding with the little one, touching my belly, talking to him and singing to him as my belly grew larger and larger everyday as well as my hair that now it was much longer passing down the shoulders like a vail that i couldn't help to think that this is what my other half truly wanted and even though I didn't regret what I did at that time. Still hurt like a very sharp thorn that made my heart bleed and ached with grief and sorrow for what could have been if i left the throne and that cursed crown but how I could I? when there was my son and Anne and I couldn't just abandon them. Maybe if I was born a female or to be raised as a woman things could have been so different

I understand what I needed to do but still felt so horrible to think that I fully and cruelly rejected it calling the baby a mass of lump, a crime, conceive by a forbidden liaison since men can not be pregnant. The saddest thing was that I executed my other half the next day only to become an empty shelf of myself that ran into the arms of former lover Henry of Lancaster for comfort and warm after my faithful servant Catesby declined I must admit that I looked pathetic and lonely in my own despair .

The last 2 months of my pregnancy were relatively calm and without any issues

The only problem was that I could barely walk my back hurt and my breasts were swollen and large as well as my belly

In other times or two years ago I would have complained about my situation or worse I would have gone fetch Jane so I could abort.

But now I was ironically preparing myself to have the baby alone on my due date.

A few days later the day finally came .

All started in the morning which happened to be gloomy, as I woke up from the bed and started to walked I noticed a very sharp pain followed by a pool of liquid. Which made me crawled back to bed.

The pain was so intense that it made me scream in pain even so I still managed to spread my legs and I started to push with all my strength

The agony was so much that I growled and cried, that I didn't tracked the time the morning went later it was mid day then it was afternoon suddenly there was a stormy night

dark and raining like the skies were crying uncontrollably along with me but the strange thing was that even through unbearable pain and anguish I wasn't complaining about the labor nor the baby

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 8.22 (before 1900)

392 – Arbogast has Eugenius elected Western Roman Emperor. 851 – Battle of Jengland: Erispoe defeats Charles the Bald near the Breton town of Jengland. 1138 – Battle of the Standard between Scotland and England. 1153 – Crusader–Fatimid wars: The fortress of Ascalon was surrendered by Fatimid Egypt to an army of crusaders, Templars, and Hospitallers led by King Baldwin III of Jerusalem. 1485 – The Battle of Bosworth Field occurs; King Richard III of England's death in battle marks the end of the reigning Plantagenet dynasty and the beginning of the Tudors under Henry VII. 1559 – Spanish archbishop Bartolomé Carranza is arrested for heresy. 1614 – Fettmilch Uprising: Jews are expelled from Frankfurt, Holy Roman Empire, following the plundering of the Judengasse. 1639 – Madras (now Chennai), India, is founded by the British East India Company on a sliver of land bought from local Nayak rulers. 1642 – Charles I raises his standard in Nottingham, which marks the beginning of the English Civil War. 1654 – Jacob Barsimson arrives in New Amsterdam. He is the first known Jewish immigrant to America. 1711 – Britain's Quebec Expedition loses eight ships and almost nine hundred soldiers, sailors and women to rocks at Pointe-aux-Anglais. 1717 – Spanish troops land on Sardinia. 1770 – James Cook names and lands on Possession Island, and claims the east coast of Australia for Britain as New South Wales. 1777 – British forces abandon the Siege of Fort Stanwix after hearing rumors of Continental Army reinforcements. 1780 – James Cook's ship HMS Resolution returns to England (Cook having been killed on Hawaii during the voyage). 1791 – The Haitian slave revolution begins in Saint-Domingue, Haiti. 1798 – French troops land at Kilcummin, County Mayo, Ireland to aid the rebellion. 1827 – José de La Mar becomes President of Peru. 1846 – The Second Federal Republic of Mexico is established. 1849 – Passaleão incident: João Maria Ferreira do Amaral, the governor of Portuguese Macau, is assassinated by a group of Chinese locals, triggering a military confrontation between China and Portugal at the Battle of Passaleão three days after. 1851 – The first America's Cup is won by the yacht America. 1864 – Twelve nations sign the First Geneva Convention, establishing the rules of protection of the victims of armed conflicts. 1875 – The Treaty of Saint Petersburg between Japan and Russia is ratified, providing for the exchange of Sakhalin for the Kuril Islands. 1894 – Mahatma Gandhi forms the Natal Indian Congress (NIC) in order to fight discrimination against Indian traders in Natal.