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historyman101 · 3 years ago

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Prince of the Empire Joachim Murat, King of Naples (1767-1815)

With the Poniatowski saga officially in the works, I figure I should talk about some of the key characters and figures that will be prominent in my story. First up is not Napoleon himself, but one of his right-hand men, Marshal Murat.

He is, of course, Poniatowski’s closest friend in the Grande Armee, and it’s not hard to see why. The two men are very similar to each other and both lived very colorful lives that ended in a similar tragedy.

I realize that @joachimnapoleon is more knowledgeable about Murat than I am, so no doubt I will get some things wrong in my assessments of him. Take all of my opinions on the guy as you will.

Murat fascinates me because his rise and fall mirrors that of Napoleon’s. He came from humble origins (an innkeeper’s son), rose not only to be one of the senior-most Marshals in the empire, but a king. However, he was also a man of contradictions. Exceptionally brave, but ultimately looking out for himself. One of Napoleon’s trusted friends, but ultimately betrayed him (I know about Marshal Marmont, but Marmont isn’t in this story). A superb horseman, but showed a lack of concern for his horses (especially in 1812). A renowned ladies’ man, but happily married with children. An ardent republican, but was made a king.

Before Murat became a legend in military history, he was destined to be a clergyman, but dropped out of college and ran away from home to join the cavalry. He was stuck on the sidelines for much of the Revolutionary Wars until his fateful meeting with Napoleon Bonaparte during the 13 Vendemaire Uprising. Then a captain, he was charged with fetching the cannon that allowed Napoleon to mow down the Royalist mob.

He faithfully served Napoleon in Italy and Egypt, earning a reputation as a courageous leader of cavalry and a dashing beau sabreur. Murat always tried to make a splash and draw as much attention as possible, usually through his extravagant uniforms, and the tiger pelt on his horse’s back.

As an officer, he had keen tactical instinct. Aggressive, fearless, and charismatic, he was the perfect cavalry commander on the battlefield. He often put himself at great personal risk, such as when he rode into battle at Jena with only his riding crop. His finest moment was probably at Eylau, where his massed cavalry charge saved Napoleon’s army and turned what looked to be a bloody defeat into a bloody draw.

On the battlefield, he was peerless. But as an administrator, he struggled. Nowhere is this better demonstrated in Spain, where his only answer to every problem was to call out the troops and order firing squads. When you’re a hammer, everything else looks like a nail.

Spain brings me to what I think is when things began to go downhill for Murat: when he received the throne of the Kingdom of Naples. I’ll probably get some flak for saying this, but I think Napoleon making him a king was perceived as a slight, as I can’t imagine Murat not wanting the throne of Spain. For someone with a big head like his, Naples was seen as second prize, and I don’t think he ever forgave Napoleon for it.

Not to say I don’t understand where he was coming from, but it strikes me as very petty and ungrateful. The guy was a college dropout who had risen to be not only one of the most senior marshals in the empire but also became Napoleon’s brother-in-law. Count your blessings, Prince, and consider yourself fortunate to even be made king.

However, Murat, from what I’ve read, was well-liked in Naples. He reformed the army and the government, tried his best to limit French influence, and even turned a blind eye to smuggling, which, naturally, hurt his friendship with Napoleon.

He was still trusted enough to lead the cavalry in the Russian campaign, but as in Spain, he showed his limitations as a commander. He drove his men and his horses hard in Russia, and that had disastrous consequences for the French army. Not only did horses die from exhaustion and lack of fodder, but even failed to distribute proper horseshoes. He had no sense of strategy and only knew how to fight, as he did with great skill at the Battle of Borodino and during the retreat from Moscow.

By 1813, Murat was no longer concerned with aiding Napoleon, but hanging on to his kingdom, and thus entered secret negotiations with the Allies to keep his throne. Even as he did so, he still proved an adept leader of cavalry at Dresden and Leipzig, and even came close to turning the tide at the latter.

But after Leipzig ended in defeat, he switched sides and joined the Coalition. But even on the winning side, he failed to engage the French in a decisive battle and when Napoleon abdicated in 1814, his troops had seen no real fighting. When it became obvious to him that he would lose his kingdom, he tried in vain to ally himself with Napoleon, who refused to give him refgue in France. When his kingdom was overthrown, and he was tried and found guilty by the Neapolitan court, he met his death with courage befitting of Europe’s greatest horseman.

His last words to his firing squad were, “aim for the heart, but spare my face.”

Murat reminds me a lot of a Greek tragic hero or a French George Armstrong Custer. Courageous and charismatic, but brought down by his own pride and arrogance. He was at his best when facing the enemy on the field, but he never had a mind for strategy or planning. His planning always essentially boiled down to “Let’s get ‘em!” When he tasted power, he became more interested in holding onto it rather than supporting who had given him that power in the first place. He was ultimately self-interested and forgot what allowed him to become royalty to begin with, and that proved his downfall.

Marshal Berthier said it better than I ever could: “You are only a king by the grace of Napoleon and French blood. It’s black ingratitude that’s blinding you.”

#napoleon's marshals #Napoleonic Wars #napoleonic era #Napoleonic #19th Century History #military history #Marshal Murat #joachim murat #history #napoleon

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swishswishspiritsword · 4 years ago

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Merchant Shang AU 2

The panic didn't really set in until they arrived at his estate–and that was still a weird fact of his life, an estate–and he had Xiao She settle "Empress Su Xiyan" in the guest house. The not-a-maid kinda bodyguard looked at him with obvious disbelief at his address for the young woman, so unnerved by it she slipped enough that her eyes were golden with slitted pupils. Shang Houhua could empathize. He too was freaking out about the sudden occurrence and realizing your boss might be involved with the Big Boss of the world you specifically emigrated away from is distressing.

Although that did mean he could check another point for her being a snake demoness over a crane demoness in his mental chart.

Shang Houhua offered her a sympathetic grimace and awkward shoulder pat.

"Xiao She should go take a break," Shang Houhua said kindly. Or at least in his best attempt. He'd gotten better at socializing since he'd actually managed to curate Actual Human (And Non-Human) Relationships, but he was still a "work in progress" as Luo Ren put it delicately or a "disaster in emotional understanding" according to the ever blunt Steward He.

Shang Houhua was kinda hoping he was somewhere in the middle.

Xiao She had given him a Look and Shang Houhua knew that it meant he would find his very irritable not-a-maid insisting on keeping watch over him personally until this situation was handled.

Or Shang Houhua was dead.

He wasn't actually sure which would come first. And was very carefully not actively thinking about it until his internal screaming could become external in the safety of his heavily warded fluffy bed.

"Yes, Master Shang," Xiao She said with a little more hiss on the words than usual. That may have been a flash of fang.

Shang Houhua winced. So, his staff may be a bit more upset about the revelations than normal. He hesitated a little unsure if he should point it out considering the general Ignore Everything Rule the mixed species estate ran by.

"...Xiao She may want to compose herself in private unless she has decided to, ah, be more, hm, free with her identity."

That probably wasn't terribly delicate, but Shang Houhua was running on fumes, adrenaline, and specific Plot Related panic he hadn't had to deal with in a solid decade. Shang Houhua nodded again in awkward acknowledgment and Did Not See Xiao She dash up to the roof to avoid corridors or the way the charcoal girl had a thin rat-like tail poking out the bottom of her skirt. Shang Houhua had not seen things for years and went to his room to collapse in peace after one last order for the doctor to be sent to Su Xiyan's room.

Shang Houhua hadn't actually meant to turn his estate into some kind of halfway house for more pro-human demons or half-demons. Honestly, owning an estate in the first place had been an accident caused by picking up what could only be described as a side quest. During his early wandering around the great (terrible) world he created, free from his "fate" he'd stumbled into being a rogue cultivator to pay the bills.

He needed money! Starting up businesses took a lot of it. And connections too! If Logistics Hell taught him anything it was this. So he used what he had to get by.

And honestly he wasn't actually terrible it turned out? He would never be a War God but he did pay attention to the basics, was a resourceful (read cheating) man,and had wanted to avoid being brutally murdered by what passed as a houseplant on some peaks. Besides as Author God he did know more than the average Sect Dropout.

Most people didn't really need big things either. He did minor things to get by. He made talismans to help ward off wandering monsters from farmers livestock and fields. He performed purifying rituals on a town's toddlers to help insure they were protected even after death. He helped fetch some plants to heal someone or an item to break a curse. It had felt a little like playing through an RPG and it wasn't the most stable but Shang Houhua was revelling in not having a bluescreen of death stalking his every breath of air.

The estate had happened when, a very tired and recently poor, Shang Houhua had met Old Sun. Old Sun was one of those eccentric independently wealthy men who never married and liked to collect weird shit. Among that weird shit was something cursed which made the entire estate a horror zone. Old Sun had done everything to stop it. He'd tried to get rid of it only for it to find him. He'd tried to get it blessed at a temple only for it to throw the monks around like dolls until they'd called quits. He'd tried to move away abandoning his home in the city for his estate in bumfuck nowhere. He'd hired cultivators, other rogues, only for them to take the money and split.

He could only dismiss his staff to protect them and set out to beg help from one of the righteous sects with the increasingly starving ghost dogging his steps and weakening him.

Shang Houhua had found the old man collapsed on the road and helped out, noticing the nice clothes he'd been wondering idly about a possible reward, when resentful energy started to waft off him making Shang Houhua choke on his lunch.

Thankfully he'd recognized the item, a minor cursed bangle of a famous courtesan that had been part of a mini quest. After working his way through as many cursed jewelry plotlines as he could he'd eventually remembered this specific bangle and set the spirit to rest, dispersing the resentful energy.

Old Sun had woken up happy, healthy,and uncursed. He was so grateful he insisted Shang Houhua come spend the night at his home and be rewarded. Shang Houhua was not about to say no and happily accepted. He could, literally, not afford any chance at money.

He just hadn't expected the man to adopt him, shamelessly dragging him into his house.

After a while Shang Houhua accepted because he actually liked sleeping in a bed and he gained his third family. Fourth if you counted his shortly lived martial family. It took some adjustment but Shang Houhua wound up actually liking Old Sun and, even more bewildering, was liked in return. Shang Houhua helped him identify the weird shit he collected, occasionally adding to the collection, and Old Sun feed and clothed him all while cheerfully listening to rants about story ideas.

Shang Houhua had no trouble picking out his favorite, his first real and positive, family member.

It was on one of his trips to buy ingredients to start up his soap business that had started him down the road of Demonic Social Worker. He'd helped hide one terrified teenager from a mob, sneaking her out of town, and next thing he knows she's turning up at the estate to ask to repay him. Old Sun insisted on offering her a position and kept insisting as others slowly trickled in as the Don't Ask policy of their staff choices spread and they slowly filled the empty house.

Old Sun had been delighted by the noise and people they gathered while he'd been alive. He'd happily bounced the stablemaster's baby with suspicious sharp teeth and pointy ears on his knee and chatted enthusiastically with Steward He about his collection ignoring when the man fell into first person describing the bloody history of some demonic items.

Shang Houhua had simply continued the tradition when he'd suddenly inherited and expanded it with his business, spreading out their household as traders and managers when he could.

He was fairly certain Luo Ren and himself were the only fully human people in the building.

–

Honestly a future Demon Empress was only the next step up. Or at least that's what he tried to tell his panicking mind. And she wasn't permanent. He would lead her to Tianlang-jun and happily fuck off back to obscurity.

Definitely.

A knock interrupted his screaming and Shang Houhua removed the pillow from his face to clear his throat and give permission to enter.

It was Steward He and the man was looking unruffled as always, at least until Shang Houhua noticed the way his hands were carefully hidden in his robes, his skin seemed unnaturally smooth and more youthful, and his eyes were amber tinted.

Also upset then.

"Lady Xiyan is demanding an audience," Steward He said mostly neutrally in a way that meant he was far from neutral. "And we've received a request from a group of Huan Hua Palace cultivators to scour the town and our grounds in search of a missing disciple. The town's leaders have instructed them to obey your decision on the matter."

Shang Houhua shoved the pillow back down and Steward He allowed him a few moments to scream.

Part 1 - Part 3

#shang qinghua #fanfic #merchant sqh au #ocs #svsss

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 6 years ago

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So just for something fun, supernatural AU/crossover?

[Dear Anon, I’m not sure if you meant “supernatural” in the general sense or “supernatural” as in Supernatural the TV series, but I went with the latter.]

Their van belongs to Tobias. The title’s in his name, anyway, even if Rachel does most of the driving. It’s Marco, however, who paints the thing to look like the Mystery Machine.

Rachel blanches at the sight of the turquoise horror that greets her when she walks out of the motel room the next morning. Jake grumbles about it the whole day, complaining that he’s been betrayed by Tobias’s willingness to help Marco with this monstrosity. Now no one will take them seriously.

…which is, Marco says, the whole point.

The cops who investigate grave desecrations and destruction of property have no reason to suspect the six dumb college kids driving the garish performance piece. The otherwise-suspicious locals tend to break their narrow-eyed glares to smile in spite of themselves when they see that van pull up outside. The demons don’t know to be afraid — not until it’s already too late.

Anyway, it’s their home. They stop by Marco’s parents’ roadhouse as often as they can, and they’ll spend the night at Toby’s any time they swing through Indiana. If one of them is injured in a way impossible to explain to a civilian doc — striga claw marks, holy water burns, hex bag brands — that’s when Cassie’s mom will stitch them up with no questions asked. But there are six sleeping bags bundled into the back of their van, and six duffels that rarely leave its trunk. Their van has 900,000 miles on it and counting, worn places where Rachel rests her favorite rifle on the dash as Ax drives and a window seat that sags perpetually from Jake’s too-long legs jamming up against the support springs. It’s been with them since Tobias first came to collect them, one by one (“my dad’s on a hunting trip and hasn’t been home in a few days,” he’d said, so casual, as if they didn’t all know what that meant), and it’ll probably outlive every single one of them.

Rachel is fond of pointing out that they are, none of them, suited for desk jobs or apple-pie life. They’re hunters, she says, and they’re better off this way. Jake wonders, sometimes, who she’s trying to fool.

Cassie crouches to close the little girl’s eyes, fingers trembling. The striga was done eating by the time they arrived, too late to be of any help. M-O-L-L-Y, says the hand-painted line of flowers on the wall. Cassie looks for a long time, before she can straighten up and move on.

Marco arches off the bed sometimes, gasping hard like it’s him the kelpie dragged under the waves. Like he’s the one who went down, sailboat and all, to drown in the cold depths of the Pacific. He becomes too bright and too loud and a little too mean, any time they find themselves dealing with a water demon or a ghostly possession.

Jake enters the first four, first five, sometimes the first nine digits of his aunt’s phone number, on burners and payphones and Michelle’s secure lines. He never gets all the way, never actually asks anyone to let Rachel come home, and he’s never even tempted where his own parents are concerned.

“What’d you get for it?” Cassie’s voice is hard-edged with anger in a way that Marco has never heard before. He doesn’t bother to ask how she knows. That tiny touch of psychic, mostly on her father’s side, means that she was always going to figure it out.

“Three years,” he says, offering her his smoothest smile.

Cassie stares at Marco. Both of her hands are fisted in the hem of her flannel, trembling slightly. Her lips are pressed into a tight line.

“You know what?” Marco laughs, the sound more desperate than he means it to be. “That was far more than the demon wanted to offer, even for a top-shelf soul like this one. I drive a hard bargain.”

Cassie continues to look at him, until he feels himself shrinking in his seat. “What did you get for it?” she asks again, still not asking about the time.

Peter called today. For nearly an hour he chattered so much — about the roadhouse, about the new dog, about the wedding in July — that Marco could barely get a word in edgewise. Marco’s not sure about this Nora person, or he wasn’t at first, but Peter smiles every time he sees her or even says her name. The first smiles Marco’s seen, the first complete sentences he’s heard, since the Coast Guard knocked on their door and asked them to sit down.

What’s dead should stay dead. After five years in the business, Marco knows that much. His mother is gone. But happiness… even a lifetime’s worth… that doesn’t have to be out of reach. Not for Peter. Even if it does come with a toy poodle and an excess of algebra.

Marco pushes to his feet. “None of your business,” he says. “It’s my soul, and I’ll do what I want with it.”

He honestly doesn’t know what Cassie has in mind when she stands and crosses over to him. Not until she grabs him in a hug so fierce it hurts, squeezing her whole body around him. “I’m getting you out of this,” she promises. “I don’t care what it takes, I’m not letting them collect.”

Ax was never even supposed to be on the mission to retrieve Marco’s soul from hell. He tells them that a lot, that he was the only cherub included in the entire garrison of seraphim on what was supposed to be a milk run, an easy first mission just to get his wingtips wet.

He wasn’t supposed to be the only survivor. He certainly wasn’t supposed to rebel mere months later when ordered to cut out Tobias’s heart to complete a cosmic ritual.

But then, lots of things that weren’t supposed to happen have happened anyway. Marco was never supposed to die facedown in the half-frozen mud of a South Dakota ghost town. No righteous man was ever supposed to reach the gates of hell, breaking the first seal as Taylor’s claws broke the surface of his soul.

Aftran is supposed to be helping her overlords do their best to destroy the earth right now, not assisting humanity’s rebellion against angels and demons alike. Jake is supposed to be at home with his parents, not wanted by the FBI for his brother’s murder and a dozen corpse mutilations.

For that matter, “hasn’t been home in a few days” was supposed to mean that Tobias’s dad was “dead or worse,” not “forcibly called back to heaven to help set up the apocalypse, ‘cause turns out he left out a few crucial fucking details when explaining my family history.”

“…draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te!” Rachel recites. And then waits, arms crossed, holy water at the ready.

Jake’s mouth curls. “Okay, we’ve got the Catholic bullshit out of the way. Now do you believe me?” Two fingertips drum against the arm of the chair to which he’s tied.

Tobias looks over at Rachel. Neither of them makes a move to break the devil’s trap. “What the fuck are you?” Rachel demands at last, feeling her patience fray.

Jake’s shoulder lifts in a half-shrug. “A high school dropout with six bucks to his name?”

“And severe cataracts?” Rachel flicks more holy water at Jake; it continues to do nothing. “We saw your eyes flash white. Cut the crap.”

“Or what?” Something subtle shifts in Jake’s voice, becoming rough and cold. “You’ve killed enough of your cousins for a lifetime, don’t you think? And Tobias…” The thing under Jake’s skin runs his tongue over his teeth. “I know what you and this one get up to in the dark. Either way, I’m guessing neither one of you is ready to hurt this precious meat—”

Wham! The chair back slams to the floor. Rachel’s knee is pressed into Jake’s chest. Her knife blade digs into his throat. “Guess again,” she snarls.

“Rachel!” Tobias’s warning comes too late. Partway loose now, the demon gestures, flinging Rachel across the room. Jake’s body pulls free from the broken chair, motions not quite human. Turning, the demon spots Tobias. It draws itself up. And up.

Jake’s eyes go white with shock when the thing inside him realizes it has lifted clear off the floor. That it cannot move his arms or legs. His mouth opens; there’s an abortive motion as it struggles to escape the meatsuit that now entraps it.

Tobias’s right hand is raised. His eyes shine with a radiance entirely different from the sickly, jaundiced shield over Jake’s. The light surrounding Tobias seems to come from everywhere at once, and yet it all shines on him, throwing the wings of his silhouette into sharp relief against the far wall.

“What are you?” the thing inside Jake asks, half-strangled.

“Been asking that question for twenty-three years, pal,” Tobias says. Blood trickles from his nose. His hand trembles slightly. His eyes are steady. “Guess we’re in the same boat, because I’ve never seen anything like you either.”

Jake’s lips pull back from his teeth, grimace or smile. “I am what happens when a demon eats an angel. Swallowed him up, grace and all, and now I’m a Knight of Hell. And now I’m starting to think that before that happened, Elfangor might’ve got busy while he was here on Earth.” It leers. “So naughty, that one.”

Tobias squeezes his hand inward. Jake’s body convulses, yellow-white flashing under his skin.

“Wait, wait—” The thing gasps air. “I can give you power, information, revenge, I can give you—”

“I want my father back, you son of a bitch.” Tobias closes his hand. Light flares, sharp enough to blind. With it comes the unearthly scream of angelic power.

When their vision clears, Rachel and Tobias find Jake — just Jake — kneeling on the floor. He’s swaying in shock where he stares up at Tobias. “Did we know you could do that?” Jake asks, voice sandpaper-raw.

“I’m gonna vote ‘no,’” Rachel says, looking at Tobias’s flabbergasted expression.

“Okay, cool, still badass.” Jake slumps sideways; Tobias lunges to catch him before he hits the floor. “I’mma take a nap… for the next eighteen hours or so… then we can figure this all out later.”

“It’ll scar, won’t it,” Rachel says, watching Cassie’s neat row of stitches press into her leg as if it belongs to someone else. She’s not bothered, she doesn’t think. It’s not that she thinks scars are cool, or that they’ll impress anyone. Marco will flutter his eyelashes and swoon when he sees it, of course, but that’s about all the reaction she’ll get, all the reaction she’ll want. She doesn’t think scars make her tough, or that they make her ugly. They’re proof, and that’s what she hates and loves about them. Proof that she’s still alive. Proof of what she’s been through and yet survived. Proof that you should see the other guy, only of course there’s no seeing him, because he — it — is always ashes on the ground.

“Tobias?” Mr. Feyroyan says, and Tobias stops at the door. He’s pleasantly surprised to be remembered, given that he attended this high school for a few months at most. “Did you ever get out?” Mr. Feyroyan asks. “Make your own life, the way you said wanted to do?”

Tobias considers talking about the five semesters of college he managed before the same things that’ve been chasing him his entire life caught up to him. Considers explaining that he understands, now, why they had to move so often and why his dad had to be away so much of the time. Considers admitting that the family business pulled him in, the way it was always going to do.

Considers the traces of ectoplasm still embedded under his nails from the ghost possession this morning.

“I help people where I can,” Tobias says, because at least that much is true. “And this life isn’t so bad. Not as long as you’ve got people willing to live it with you.”

Ax wasn’t raised to doubt. He was raised to be a warrior. The right hand of God. Absolute. Unquestioning. Wrathful. He was raised to fight and die in the war against the demons and forces of darkness. Not to make decisions on his own, with no one to guide him.

“Is it a sin,” Cassie asked him once, “to want to know the truth?”

She believes in him, the way that she’s meant to. The way that he’s meant to believe in Jake, in God, in the righteousness of heaven. That doesn’t stop her from asking questions of them all.

Humans are pitiful, evanescent beings. Earthly and evil. Half-clay, half-spirit, and the clay half usually wins. Aximili is supposed to demand their respect, to tell them be not afraid as they quail before him. He is not supposed to let them shorten his name and feed him pecan pie and show him soap opera marathons.

It’s hard to remember that, sometimes, when he and Rachel exchange a bumping of fists over an annihilated vampire nest. When Marco lifts yet another bottle down from the bar, wait’ll you try this one. When he watches his nephew curl an invisible-intangible wing around Jake’s body where they sit at the edge of a reservoir, as if Michael’s sword is not a mere empty vessel but a precious and unique soul, worthy of being treasured.

“An angel, a demon, a nephilim, and their pet humans walk into a bar!” Marco announces loudly. It has the desired effect, which is to say that Nora lowers the shotgun she grabbed the instant Euclid started barking at their approach.

Still in the front entrance of the roadhouse, Marco and Euclid exchange their usual greetings of polite mutual loathing. Even Marco can’t deny that the little monster has his uses, when it comes to smelling unclean things.

Aftran seems solid enough, mostly. But Marco thinks sometimes he can detect a hint of what Euclid smells coming off her: sulfur, smoke, the occasional unsavory whiff of little Karen’s body rotting around the corpse-animating creature within.

Nora thunks half a dozen shot glasses on the bar, pouring holy water-laced whiskey as she goes. That’s for the humans, and Tobias.

“What’ll it be for you, Precious Moments?” Nora asks, using Marco’s nickname for Ax.

Ax refrains from pointing out for the four millionth time that being a fallen cherub doesn’t mean that his true form bears any resemblance to porcelain figurines, and instead sits at the bar. “I would like the usual, if you please,” he intones.

Chuckling, Nora reaches down a bottle of Cinnabon Pinnacle.

Jake swallows his shot quickly, grimacing at the taste of the silver-lined glass. “Does Peter have anything for us yet?”

“It’s nice to see you, too, Jake,” Nora says. “I’m doing well, thanks for asking. Have you killed any monsters since we last spoke?”

Chastised, Jake settles over his second drink.

“There are new omens, of course.” Nora slides a plate of fries and a glass of whiskey — sans holy water — toward Aftran. “All up and down the U.S. The pattern isn’t holding anymore, or it’s just gotten so dense it can’t be detected. Almost like…”

“It’s the end of the world?” Marco suggests.

She smiles grimly. “Almost. Funny, you noticed that too?”

Marco likes Nora, mostly because she doesn’t try to mother him.

“Let’s get to it, if that’s all right with you.” Jake sets his glass on the bar. “World’s not gonna save itself, after all.”

Marco runs off row after row of glossy badges, engraved name tags, exquisitely forged shields. Only to have Ax present them upside-down, wide-eyed and utterly clueless. Only to have Cassie drop the act and start telling the truth the millisecond she thinks a witness or victim has half a chance of believing them. He’s not even sure why he hangs around with these numbskulls. Probably because they’d be lost without him.

“Would you have made a good lawyer, you think?” Jake asks.

He and Tobias are sitting at the lip of an open grave, splitting a beer as they wait for the bones to burn down enough to fill the dirt back in. Their shoulders touch, which is the most affection they ever show, really, living out of each other’s pockets as much as the six of them do.

That’s probably why Jake thought to ask. Because this is the closest they ever come to having a real date: watching bones burn. Jake’s already on the FBI’s Most Wanted list, and Tobias is wanted by forces a hell of a lot scarier than mere law enforcement, so they tend to be the ones to risk racking up an entirely moot number of grave desecration charges while the others clean up the rest of the hunt.

“Probably not, no,” Tobias says. “You’re always telling me I see too many sides of every story. That would’ve made me a crap lawyer, even if…”

Even if he wasn’t a walking grimoire of spare parts. He’s gone through the lore in Cassie’s family’s bunker, enough to know what all those demons and angels are after. A vial of his blood can grant a few hours of invulnerability to harm. A drop of his grace can open an interdimensional rift. Cut his heart out and you can close heaven itself. Stuff an angel inside him, and the resultant being could create and destroy universes with a wave of the hand.

“You could get out, you know,” Jake says. “Now that you can protect yourself.”

Laughing, Tobias shakes his head. “Cassie,” he counters. “Cassie could get out.”

“Cassie will get out. Just as soon as she figures out a different way to help, one that involves less hurting.” Jake’s confidence probably isn’t even misplaced. Cassie’s the one with the clean record, the sane outlook, the skills she can actually put on a résumé. She’s not like the rest of them, dragged into this life because of one tragedy or another. “I have hope for Rachel too.”

Tobias hmmms. That one, he’s not so sure. Rachel’s record is clean, yes, if only because everyone from the cops to the surviving Berensons believes that it was Jake who pulled the trigger on Tom. “Rachel thrives in this life,” he says.

“If she would just freaking call her mom, get a little help getting set up…” Jake makes a gesture of frustration. He went to prison to protect his cousin, only to have her break him out and them both end up living full-time to hunt things like the one that took Tom.

“Marco’s headed for semi-retirement already, you watch.” Tobias changes the subject, because he’s a coward.

That one catches Jake by surprise, causing him to twist around. “You sure about that?”

“Semi-retirement.” Tobias takes a long pull of the beer, passing it back. Their fingers overlap, then lace together, as they talk. “Like what my mom had.”

“She was a hunter?”

“She was the director of the FBI,” Tobias says, smiling at the memory. “On the phone, anyway. She went blind some time before I was born — got a few guesses, now, as to how that happened.”

Jake grimaces. He’s seen for himself what happens when a human looks at the unshielded grace of an angel as powerful as Elfangor.

“So that took her out of field work, and she switched to working the phones full-time.” Tobias tilts his head back, remembering the long row of landlines and cells, the raised bumps of the Braille labels for insurance investigators, Homeland Security, even MI5. “Did that until I was seven, which is when…” When someone came looking for spare nephilim parts. Tore her to pieces instead.

“I stand corrected,” Jake says at last. “Marco would make an excellent full-time bullshit artist.”

Tobias chuckles. “And Ax? Now that he’s all… locked out of heaven?”

“Your taste in music is a crime, you know that?” Jake doesn’t answer the question, which is an answer in itself.

Tobias knew he shouldn’t have asked. There’s no future for fallen angels or freak-of-nature nephilim or alleged career criminals. Not in the private sector anyway.

“So. You, me, and Ax-Man, huh?” Tobias says. “‘til the end of the world?”

Jake levers himself to his feet with a grunt of effort. “That doesn’t sound so bad.” He pulls Tobias up; they lean into each other against the cold graveyard air.

“No.” Tobias takes a breath. Lets himself feel Jake: fragile, human, warm. “Doesn’t sound bad at all.”

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landofanimes · 6 years ago

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I got tagged by @real-life-senshi! RULES: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 blogs you’d like to get to know better.

Me? getting tagged? XD Cool! :) Ok, here we go!

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Nickname: I use “Arukas“ online because that’s how you write “Sakura“ backwards XD Yes, Sakura as in CardCaptor Sakura - my childhood fave :) There was this anime magazine I used to read where one of the editors used a character's name backwards as an alias so I tried that and it spelled something readable, so here we are. I’m a girl, by the way, in case people haven’t guessed XD Currently on my 20s.

Star Sign: I’m an Aries. I feel like half of the description of Aries fits me well, half has nothing to do with me. I don’t believe in Astrology but I find it a fun concept! Go, rams! XD I love the Aries Saints in Saint Seiya by the way, I love its unique neat legacy ^^ If Ophiuchus counted, though, apparently I would be a Pisces!

Height: 1.70m (5′7′‘)

Last film I saw: I’ve recently watched How to Train Your Dragon 3! If we’re talking live-action, I finally watched Kingsman 2. I honestly can’t remember the last anime film I saw though ^^’ I gotta get back to those. Oh, I did watch Digimon Tri 6 XD Though it’s been months ahaha

Favorite musician: Oh, that’s hard. I do like some musicians/bands (Brazilian and English-speaking) but I don’t really follow their stuff. Like, I don’t actively search for new music, but if I like what I listen somewhere (radio, a party, etc) I take those specific songs I heard XD I like pop. Some rock songs. Idk. Ballet is also cool. I do listen to a lot of soundtracks though, instrumental or not (that includes musicals, movies, tv series, anime...also lots of disney). I occasionally sing soundtracks to myself when no one’s around

Song Stuck In My Head: Recently, for some reason, Beauty School Dropout from Grease and Glad You Came - or at least Glee’s versions of that XD.

Other Blogs: @lands-of-fantasy. Basically where I post everything I like that is not anime?? XD About movies and tv series, I mean. And books. Mostly live action, but it also features some Disney/Dreamworks and a bit of animated/comics superhero stuff. In fact it has quite a lot of superhero stuff lol why does Marvel and DC produce so much content at once?? I’m only one person!

Do I Get Asks: Sadly, almost never!

Blogs following: Currently 16. Yeah, I don’t follow many blogs... Partially because I don’t want to overwhelm my dash and partially because I try to avoid spoilers. Though I do occasionally check on some I don’t follow! There are 2 or 3 I actually check frequently and regularly, but don’t follow them officially cause they post A LOT, including things I’m not interested in.

What I’m Wearing: ? Shorts and a t-shirt.

Dream job: Hell if I know! If only God would send me a sign

Dream Trip: I would love to go to England! And Italy. And Japan! Maybe Egypt? Also several Disneylands, lol. I did go to Disney once though, which was a Dream Trip of mine, so yay!!!

Play any instruments: Nope

Languages: Portuguese and English

Favorite foods: If we’re talking about real food, I love Feijoada (it’s a black beans meal). Also Cuscuz (which is corn based). And meat in general! We eat a lot of beef in Brazil. If we’re talking those caloric wonders, I can’t resist cheeseburgers nor french fries! Also pizza, of course. Snack wise, I’m weak for chocolate cookies.

Random facts:

Fantasy is my favorite genre in media. Give me magic. Mythical creatures and races. Also far away lands. And good old sword-fighting! Medieval settings are cool. Supernatural beings are also welcome.

If I’m watching something and it doesn’t feature anything fantastical or at least some sword-fighting at all, it’s probably a romance. Maybe a musical, though not as often. Then again musicals are kinda fantastic in their own way!

Since I was tagged by a fellow Moonie and I do post/reblog a lot of Sailor Moon here:

I grew up with the 90′s anime. In 2013 I read the manga and got into the old musicals. And then I watched PGSM! Then came the new musicals and crystal. I enjoy each and every iteration, though in varying degrees of course. I pick the things I like the most in each version and take those as canon XD

I usually watch the subbed versions of foreign live action movies/series. Animation wise, however, I always aim for the dubs XD As an anime fan, however, I obviously have to resort to subtitles cause sometimes there’s simply no dub version!

Favorite songs:

I don’t even know, dude

Some sera myu faves that come to mind, in no particular order:

La Soldier / FIRE / Can’t Be Soldiers of Love Forever / Chasing After You / See Me, It’s Our Era / Brand New World / Tuxedo Mission / Tuxedo Loyal / Amazon Kara Circus Dan ga Yatte Kita / Choubi! Uranus to Neptune

Music of The Spheres / Line Up! 5 Ladies of the White Moon / Sky of Jewels / Also the last part of Light of Destruction (Decline and Rebirth) gives me chills!!

Some animes that have amazing soundtracks:

Inu-yasha

Tsubasa Chronicles

Saint Seiya

Lost Canvas

Fullmetal Alchemist (both of them)

Also Digimon’s openings and Brave Heart. CardCaptor Sakura, Sailor Moon and Dragon Ball Z music will always hold a place in my heart too (man, it’s been eons ever since I watched any DBZ...)

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Tagging: As if I knew who to tag XD I also don’t interact much, I’m shy :P Oh wait @teresartwork tags me, so there you go! if you want to, of course. If not that’s cool too :)

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superthebodyswapcaps-blog · 6 years ago

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A glance at the Distinctions Between Atkins and Keto

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hutcho33-blog · 7 years ago

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The Ten Greatest Kanye West Songs Of All Time

Today is Kanye West’s 40th birthday and rather than get Kanye a cake or a pair of extremely expensive sneakers, we here at Boss Hunting decided to celebrate Kanye in the only way we know how, by assessing the greatness of his music.

Don’t expect any mention of that weird Nike diss track or whatever “I am a God” was. No we’re gonna be focusing on the greatness of Kanye. Of course this is only one list and we can’t possibly do every great track justice, but here’s what we ended up with.

Honourable Mentions: Famous, Waves, Lost in the World, Stronger, FourFive Seconds, N***as in Paris, Heartless, I Love Kanye.

Lost in the World, FourFive Seconds and N***as in Paris all get disqualified from the list on the basis that they can’t be entirely classified as ‘Kanye’ songs. Although his collab with Jay-Z is still very much in his style, all of the songs in the top ten come from places that are very recognisably Kanye. Famous gets a mention not only for being a good track, but also for the impact it made on the pop-culture world.

Waves is also an underrated banger, although some of us would’ve liked the final version to sound like how it was initially pitched by Chance the Rapper. Heartless and Stronger also get a mention due to it’s noritory amongst more casual fans of Kanye. I Love Kanye is the best skit on any of his albums and is on here for one reason. It’s funny. It’s quirky. It’s so Kanye.

This section alone could warrant it’s own tribute, with Kanye producing great songs far beyond a ten count. However, here is a carefully considered and likely highly controversial list of the top 10 Kanye West tracks of all time.

10 – Gold Digger → Late Registration (2005)

Possibly Kanye’s most widely popular song, ‘Gold Digger’ became a permanent fixture in clubs around the world due to its eccentric vibe and fun flavour. One should be careful however to fully discount the quality of the track. Even the first thirty seconds are packed with sounds that defined an era in music.

Jamie Foxx’s voice in this track is iconic, leading to a hard breakdown and the introduction of one of the most famous hooks in all of hip-hop. “I ain’t sayin she a gold digger/ but she ain’t mess’n with no broke n****s” is one of the most recognisable hooks in the modern era of hip hop.

The beat stays consistently upbeat, forcing even the most fridget of listeners to at least tap a foot or bob a head. The song reaches out of the bounds of just the rap game and has the widespread pop appeal that few rap songs were able to have before that time.

While Kanye brings the lyrical heat, there are songs that are significantly more intriguing in manner senses. While this song has gained international popularity and acclaim due to it’s accessible greatness, it fails in some respects to do justice to the type of work Kanye is capable of. For this reason, a ranking in the top ten is more than enough to recognise Kanye’s most famous track.

9 – Love Lockdown → 808s and Heartbreaks (2008)

Ah so we come to the heartbreaking love ballad. A story about the conflict between fame and love. The lyrics of this song are less of a concern here, as nothing blows you away in this regard. No immaculate or majestic stage is set by anything that the vocals say. What makes this song so great is that it relies entirely on the way that the instrumentals work so beautifully together to provoke such deep feelings on the listener’s part.

Rather it’s the slow burn and build that transpires throughout the song. The deep bass drums that belt out from the beginning are so deep it feels like someone is drumming your soul. You can just focus on those drums tapping in your chest. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. It’s the consistent beat that dominates the song and helps define it. Slowly Kanye adds layers of instruments on top, slowly, until one is totally submerged in the very simple message of Kanye’s heartbreak.

Then the outro. No spoken word just a deep forest sounds that build the song to it’s final climax before being striped away to that all too familiar beat from the intro.

8 – Jesus Walks → College Dropout (2004)

Young Kanye lays down some bars in this one. The whole song relies almost entirely on two pillars.

The first, the context to religion and christianity. This shows in the overall tone of the track, with the back up vocals all having a distinct church group style. This juxtaposed with the preaching manner in which Kanye is actually rapping creates a sense that you’re engulfed in a sermon on the Mount of Yeezus.

The second is Kanye coming at everybody trying to make a name for himself.

“You know what the Midwest is? Young and restless

Where restless (niggas) might snatch your necklace

And next these (niggas) might jack your Lexus

Somebody tell these (niggas) who Kanye West is.”

It’s worth noting this is off Kanye’s first album. He’s basically introducing himself to the audience that tells them one very clear message. My name is Kanye, I’m from the city of Chicago and I’m a badass.

7 – Black Skinhead→ Yeezus (2013)

Gritty Kanye is a good Kanye.

This is Kanye’s best gritty song. When the career retrospective is written on Kanye West it’ll say many a thing. It’ll recount a polarising relationship with she who shall not be named, a beef with Taylor Swift and most prominently of all it will mention that Kanye pioneered a style that was adopted by rappers like Chance.

However this is the black box for Kanye’s influence on a harder and more experimental form of rap music.

As he mentions in the song about going 500mph and being out of control. It’s a direct fuck you to everyone on the outside. The public, the media, the scrutiny, all of it.

It’s the Kardashian era Kanye mission statement. I’m going to do whatever I want to do, make whatever music I want and do it whenever I want to do it.

6 – Hey Mama → Late Registration (2005)

This is some great early Kanye. Just simple story telling over a cool beat with some fun lyricism. It’s the kind of song you play when you’re just hanging out with your friends on a lazy Sunday afternoon enjoying the sunshine.

There’s not a lot to hate about this song. It’s an upbeat tribute from a wildly successful son to the mother that helped him on his road to stardom. Even hook is loveable.

“(Hey Mama), I wanna scream so loud for you, cause I’m so proud of you

Let me tell you what I’m about to do, (Hey Mama)

I know I act a fool but, I promise you I’m goin back to school

I appreciate what you allowed for me

I just want you to be proud of me (Hey Mama)”

Deep down inside we all wish we could just straight up shout out our awesome mothers in song and actually pull it off. So for being a fun, well constructed and never boring display by a loud and proud mama’s boy, Hey Mama pulls a sweet sixth spot.

5 – Blood On Leaves → Yeezus (2013)

Blood on Leaves is dark, hard and gritty.

The sample of Nina Simone’s ‘Strange Fruit’ over piano keys to intro the song immediately catches attention before Kanye is even able to spit a line. The repetition of the phrase “blood on leaves” is a staple of the track, and if one wants to truly appreciate the depth of this song, they should check out the original song itself.

This is one of Kanye’s more undeniably provocative tracks. From referencing lynchings in the south during the late 1800s to calling out Instagram frauds, Kanye covers a very broad range of sensitive social issues whilst remaining aggressive throughout. The use of the song ‘Strange Fruit’ as a sample holds a lot of weight in this sense politically. It’s not trying to be a party banger, nor is it a song built for the radio. It’s a track that’s meant to make you think about the world. Usually when artists (and Kanye is guilty of this too) try and do this kind of commentary, they can miss the point entirely, seeming to lecture more than provoke.

This is not the case with Blood on Leaves.

4 – Dark Fantasy → My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy (2010)

Doing this list, however you cut it, teaches you something. Kanye has made some really fucking great music in his career.

With that explicitly stated, we have Dark Fantasy. The fact is that this ranking might not do this song justice. It has all the great aspects of an all-time great Kanye track.

The intro feels like a kids story turned dark right at the end. The hook is amazingly done, providing insight into the way Ye sees himself. The top, better yet, the very top. He’s actually asking if it actually gets any higher than where he is. All performed with beautiful vocals that seem more heavenly than arrogant.

Then Kanye spits bars on bars on bars on top of a very old school rap beat. Just Kanye performing some verbal acrobatics in a way that resonates with hip-hop fans of any era. It’s this kind of performing that puts him all-time lists with other great pure rappers like Nas.

The fact is that this track would be number one a lot of lists if it were made by another artist. But alas, Kanye’s discography is a lot like the 2017 Golden State Warriors. Three can only be three in a Big Three. Sorry Klay Thompson, and sorry Dark Fantasy.

3 – Touch the Sky → Late Registration (2005)

Along with the aforementioned Gold Digger and Jesus Walks, this song is among Kanye’s most famous. Like the others, it grabs your attention from the start, giving you only four small beats to prepare for a vibrant experience blossoming with energy and optimism.

The reason this song gets a higher place on this list is the incredible interaction between the orchestra, Kanye’s choice of tone and even a strong Lupe Fiasco feature. Kanye also puts forth one of his stronger performances from a verbal gymnastics perspectives. Some Kanye songs you can kind of keep up with lyrically. Other than the chorus, anything Kanye vocalises on this track is pretty tough to follow for longer than a few seconds.

For being a nice blend between mainstream hit, pure rap skill and that dash of Kanye flavour, Touch The Sky opens up the top three.

2 – Runaway → My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy (2010)

Runaway will certainly be one of Kanye’s greatest career accomplishments. The opening piano keys are hauntingly beautiful, consuming the listener with confusing but real emotions from the very beginning. It’s the anticipation that get’s you, like in a horror film when you’re waiting for the jump scare. Then the different note rings in you ear and you feel it. That’s just the first twenty seconds of a nine minute emotional odyssey.

The song sends chills down your spine from the start and is best consumed in a dark room with your eyes closed. It’s what Kanye West does better than many artists in history. Then the song actually starts and it has an effect, a personal one at that.

Kanye is unravelling himself in song. He acknowledges his arrogance, the fact that he is not perfect whilst also admitting himself to be a perfectionist. It’s a raw self reflection where it seems that Ye struggles both with a pursuit of perfection in his life but also knows ultimately that nothing can remain totally without flaw forever.

It’s Kanye’s perception on the fleeting nature of beauty and love. It feels so intimate all the way through, the kind of connection the song makes is the kind you only experience sparingly in life.

Then there’s the outro. An over three minute voyage. Just auto tuned and indecipherable vocals over the haunting but classically beautiful instrumentals. Much in the way one can become entranced with the mystery of a Frank Ocean track, the outro provides and incredible conclusion to a perfect song.

1 – Ultralight Beam → The Life of Pablo (2016)

There are some great tracks that have been discussed in this piece and even more that didn’t even get a honorable mention. Some club bangers. Some heartfelt ballads. Some joyous proclamations of the joy of life. Some angry protests. With the close study of every track and skit on every album Ye has ever released, there is an undeniable truth.

Ultralight Beam is the greatest track Kanye West has ever made.

I understand the opposing argument. The Life of Pablo as an album has many flaws. The Kanye you get in TLOP overall is not the best Kanye we have ever been fortunate to experience. No song on that album had the mainstream acclaim of other songs. Nor did it universally get approved by every diehard hip-hop fan. TLOP is an average Kanye West album, mainly because it has too many songs that feel like filler. Whilst I don’t agree with all these assertions, I do understand them.

But none of those arguments have anything to do with Ultralight Beam.

It feels heavenly, divine, omnipotent and enlightening. I still remember driving around with my sister when I first heard it. My heart melted with the transition from the girl talking about God to those incredible chords and vocals. The instrumentals are insane, undeniably some of Kanye’s best producing work.

Then the choir hits. The choir is beautiful. The choir is exactly what it says it is. A god dream.

A deep beat, soul melting chords and an inspiring choir all collide to touch a very sensitive part of your very being you never knew. Kelly Price’s voice is the definition of musical beauty. All of this all time great Kanye work builds to what clinches the title for best Kanye track. The best verse of 2016 performed by Chance the Rapper. There’s too much about this verse that is great to limit it to one part. The song built perfectly to that voice, with those words over that beat.

If you’re still not totally convinced, listen to the last twenty seconds of that song a few times. Listen to it from beginning to end by yourself and really listen. That build over a song to the incredibly beautiful ending is what Kanye has thrived on his whole career. This is his greatest example of it.

It’s okay to disagree. The denial is expected. I sought out another answer. A great spiritual journey was undertaken. Many a possibility pondered. But in the end, there can only be one.

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