#edmund dantès

[niezrownanyananiasz]

This story...! This epic new movie...!

That beautiful Pierre Niney I can't draw...!

Nevertheless, here's the Count of Monte Cristo. What could have amused him so much?

(One of the best movies I've ever seen! Unfortunately, in Poland it will soon stop being shown in cinemas, but I've seen it twice and I can't wait for it to be available on streaming. Must-watch!)

[tromlui]

Lock Edmund Dantès and Jean valjean in a cage together which one do you think would make it out

[p5x-theories]

What if the code names in the code(heh) will be used sometime and they’re more proper codenames. And given Seiji’s secret name is Comte maybe he also has a connection to Le Comte de Monte-Cristo and Edmund Dantès. Very interesting.

You're not the first to suggest the alternate codenames in the files might have some relevance! I certainly wouldn't be surprised; it does seem pretty strange otherwise.

I could've sworn someone's brought up The Count of Monte Cristo (or its possibly even more relevant French name, as you used) here before as well, but I can't seem to find the post if they did, and it doesn't seem to be in this blog's Seiji tag, so I'm not sure if it was in relation to Seiji. It definitely would be interesting, so thanks for bringing it up!

[thebreakfastgenie]

Top 5 favourite book moments?

Trying to remember some lol I've been reading a lot of non-fiction lately.

The first time Hazel mentions Cancer Perks in The Fault in Our Stars. This really spoke to me because I was an indirect beneficiary of Cancer Perks (five fifth grade girls, out of class, unsupervised, doing whatever we wanted).

Gandalf's return in The Lord of the Rings because I fucking saw it coming and my dad gaslit me into doubting myself for weeks and I finally gave in right before it happened.

When Caderousse finally recognizes the Count of Monte Cristo as Edmund Dantès after it's been SO obvious.

Fried Green Tomatoes in general because we read it in class with no real prior information and I was like "Harold..."

In Catch-22 when you finally get the full story of Snowden's death after it's referenced so many times.

[imninahchan]

ainnnn já que vc perguntou🫦

esse é o edmund dantès, personagem principal de o conde de monte cristo. O livro foi adaptado num filmaço esse ano. O ator que fez o ed nos cinemas foi o pierre niney (um gatinho narigudo magrelo e engraçadinho que com certeza vai ganhar melhor ator ano q vem senão eu mesma vo pa paris fazer panelaço🗣 olha ele caracterizado

still thinking about the cunty glasses that didnt make it (rip ) because too cunty

[genderenvyincarnate]

Sweeney Todd is just Victorian serial killer Edmund Dantès

[fictionkinfessions]

I just had to admit to someone that I haven’t watched the movie adaptation of my source so like the fuck if I know if it’s a faithful adaptation. Very sweet of them to ask but I HAVE NO CLUE LIKE UMMM SURE YEAH IDK AAAAA

- Edmund Dantès (The Count of Monte Cristo)

[marigraphia]

You’ve heard of Victorian Era!Amaya, now get ready for Regency Era!Amaya

This semester at uni, we had to each make two games that somehow related to the short film project. One of them had to be a visual novel, and - because I’ve been in a Bridgerton mood since I started reading the books in April - I decided to make a Regency Era Dating Sim! More about it under the cut.

It’s called Primrose Hall, and it takes place through three days at a country property called, you guessed it, Primrose Hall.

Miss Amaya Kitsley is the main character, and she’s the Amaya from Goodnight Kitty, but grown up and in the 1810s. Her face was actually the face of a completely different character that I was working on for a personal project, and I realised her round-but-still-defined face shape that I’d spent A While to achieve also fit perfectly for Amaya, so.

Edmond, Baron Hatherlore, is Amaya’s brother, whom I created specifically for the game. His face was kinda based on Regé-Jean Page (and his name is actually not a reference to Edmund Bridgerton, but to Edmond Dantès from The Count of Monte Cristo - my friend who co-created Amaya recently named her new puppy, Dantès, after him)

Thaddeus Gareton is the eldest son of a Viscount and one of Amaya’s love interests in the game (they meet at Primrose Hall and instantly hit off). His face was based on Alex Pettyfer, because I was reading ‘It’s In His Kiss’  when designing him and he’s a popular Gareth fancast, lol.

John, Earl Waterfield, is Amaya’s childhood friend and the other one of her love interests. He moved to India with his father after his mother’s death (she was Indian), but kept in contact with both Amaya and Edmond through letters, and now is back. Amaya is extremely nervous around him because 1. She��s afraid of doing something that would make him not want to be friends anymore, and 2. He got hot. His face was based on Avan Jogia because duh (well, actually I spent So. Long. looking through random Anglo-Indian guys online before I Remembered).

[crouchbackie]

I hated Fernand so much, deffo the stupidest out of all and a real fucking bastard too. Did not deserve the richness that he "acquired" after Dantès imprisonment. Nope. Didn't he, like, betray Haydée's family, or something? I remember he was the one that slaughtered them all.

anyway.

he also sort of forced Mercedes to marry him.

I mean, I did not like her simply because SHE WOULDN'T SNAP OUT OF IT. GIRL. RUN. YOU SERIOUSLY SETTLING FOR FERNAND ? oh jesus. Though it came to me just now that maybe she was planning to become a nun after Edmund was shoved in prison, but i could be wrong, I don't remember that detail, my memory could have made it up lol

Villefort and Danglars were average villains, though Villefort had some more depth, I didn't hate him that much; didn't he, like, re-marry a fucking witch that planned to kill Valentine to get ahold on her inheritance and pass it on her disgusting and ugly child?

Hated Caderousse too, he was so slimy and untrustworthy.

The Count of Monte Cristo opinions so far. I read this book too many years ago and it was the abridged version. Now I am reading the 1000+ one and it's a joy so far. Still very engaging. I forgot a lot though.

Edmond Dantès: poor little meow meow that didn't care for politics and got involved in it anyway. So innocent, so pure. I can't wait for him to go apeshit. I can't believe he was only 19 at the start of the book.

Gérard de Villefort: damn, he is a little bit complex, isn't he? He was ready to free Dantès until he reads the letter that incriminates his father and that would look BAD on him. He is selfish and oportunistic, but also cares a bit about his father. He lies to poor Dantes and decides his fate. His father is iconic tbh the way he just changes his appearance so quickly in order to not be recognized and insults the king and his people? Iconic.

Caderousse: I can't help, but like him. He just wants to get drunk and have a good time (and get rich). He genuinely didn't want Dantès to be arrested, but he is too much of a coward to tell people what he knows. Fuck you, Danglars.

Danglars: the least interesting "villain". Just wanted to get a promotion and have Dantès' job. Could manipulate Fernand, but even a monkey could do it so that is not impressive.

Fernand: no thoughts, but Mercedès. A really really dumb man. I don't like him. I can't stand this kind of stupidity. You did all that and for what? Loser behaviour.

Mercedès: Not many thoughts about her, but I teared up when her room is the only light Dantès sees before getting on the boat for the prison, which means she is the only person still awake. Still hoping, still in pain. The tragedy of it.

[alienspawnwrites]

Laying Hands: Chapter 5

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It was two weeks before the Avengers were called back out into the field. Althea had been fixing herself a snack when J.A.R.V.I.S. got her attention.

"Miss Thea, Mr. Stark requests your presence in conference room B."

She didn't utilize the A.I. butler often, but she had grown used to the disembodied voice. She no longer found it weird to carry on a conversation with the thin air. "Should I go right now, or can I finish my sandwich?"

"Mr. Stark conveyed urgency, though I'm sure you can take your food with you if you prefer."

In the end, Althea chose to leave her half-finished snack behind, taking one last hurried bite.

When she exited the elevator into the lounge, she was surprised to find the rest of the Avengers congregated in the room, already deep in conversation. Even Loki was there, half-hidden in the shadows, looking bored as per usual.

"..so straight forward, then: go in, get the weapons, get out?", Clint asked.

"And as always, find out anything we can about their next moves," Steve nodded.

"Fury says this place is locked up pretty tight. That means we're going to need your friend along for the ride, Bruce." Tony looked pointedly at the scientist, who merely sighed in acquiescence.

"Suit up and meet back here. Wheels up in fifteen." Steve dismissed them before heading out to change into his own crime-fighting costume. He nodded to Althea as he passed.

Natasha, Clint, and Bruce followed him out, the later muttering something about 'brand new pants' under his breath. Tony, Thor, and Loki remained behind. Althea looked at Tony in confusion.

"What's going on? What did I miss?"

"We got a mission, kid. The guys upstairs have new information about a stronghold out in Eastern Europe. Looks like your friends Hydra."

"They're not my friends," she countered under her breath.

"Yeah, well, hopefully, they don't have any more sheepish "assets" hidden in this one. I'm running out of spare rooms."

"Am I coming with you?" She tried to imagine riding into battle alongside the likes of Iron Man, Captain America, and the others. The idea petrified her.

"You? Or no, you're not going anywhere," Tony replied, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of her idea. "I just wanted to let you know we were popping out for a bit. Didn't want you to worry."

"Fret not. We will return shortly, no doubt victorious," Thor exclaimed in a booming voice, swinging his hammer for emphasis, clearly excited for the opportunity to do some fighting outside of the training room.

"Actually, Raiden, you're sitting this one out." Thor looked at Tony in disbelief. "Cap doesn't want her left alone with this one." Tony jabbed a thumb in Loki's direction, eliciting a scoff from the dark prince. "Not until we know she can handle herself."

For a moment it looked like Thor would argue, but after an exasperated look at Tony, he dropped his hammer to his side dejectedly.

A few minutes later the team reassembled and made their way out to the helipad. Althea watched with wonderment as they boarded the Quinjet. After a fortnight playing roommate to the team of superheroes, she had almost forgotten what an intimidating force they were. From the window she watched the jet as it flew off into the distance, following it until it disappeared over the horizon.

Thor turned to Loki. "Well brother, what say we take advantage of the empty training grounds?"

"You know I still can't believe you two are related," Thea said, looking away from the window to take her remaining companions. Again she was struck by the differences between the two men.

"Adopted," they muttered in unison. The corners of Loki's mouth turned up slightly in a rueful smirk, but Thor looked unphased by their accidental harmony.

"Fine," Loki sighed, turning to leave the lounge, "there isn't anything better to do anyway." He shot Thea a pointed look before disappearing down the hall. Thor ignored the taunt entirely.

"Would you care to join us, Lady Thea?" Thor had apparently taken to Tony's nickname for her, though he still insisted on calling her "lady".

"I'd rather stay here if it's all the same," she responded. She still hadn't gotten over her last time watching Thor spar. The wide window seat and full bookshelves of the lounge seemed far more appealing than watching the two brothers try their hardest to injure one another.

"Very well. We shall be back soon," he smiled. He leaned in to whisper gruffly, "I do not expect it will take long to best my brother. Loki is a capable fighter, but I believe I have learned to see through his tricks." With a good-humored wink, he followed Loki down the hall.

Althea scanned the spines of the largest bookcase, eventually settling on a worn copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. She was soon thoroughly absorbed in the tragic tale of Edmund Dantès, oblivious to the fading light as the day wore on. When it had grown too dim to read, she set the book down and turned her attention out the window, watching as dusk approached the glittering skyline as she pondered the similarities between Dumas's tragic hero and her own life.

The sun had all but set when Loki returned to the lounge, collapsing onto one of the couches in the sunken living area. He had yet to voluntarily occupy the same room as Althea, and she reasoned he hadn't noticed her sitting in the now darkened corner of the room. She took advantage of the chance to observe him with his guard down, careful not to move suddenly lest she scare him off.

He sat sprawled across the seat, long limbs thrown wide in every direction. His eyes were closed and his head tilted back, revealing the pale length of his neck. Sweat gleamed on his forehead and his chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath. His bout with Thor had clearly left him exhausted. Wearily he wiped the perspiration from his face with the sleeve of his green tunic, a satisfied smile playing across his thin lips. The grin disappeared the moment he opened his eyes and noticed Althea studying him.

To her surprise, he didn't immediately get up to leave, instead matching her watchful gaze with one of aggravation.

"How long have you been there, mortal?" He sounded as worn out as he looked, barely managing to inject his usual venom into the question.

"Long enough," Althea replied. She felt emboldened, having caught him in such an expended state. She rose from her seat, taking a few steps in his direction. "Looks like Thor really kicked your ass."

"Looks can be deceiving. Indeed, if you went down to the training grounds now, it would look as though my idiot brother and I were still fighting." Althea remembered the clone Loki had conjured the first time they met. Apparently, he used his ability for avoidance in battle as well as in social situations. She wondered if this one of the tricks Thor believed he had caught on to. "I assure you I had the match well in hand," he added, smiling confidently.

"If that's so, why did you run away?", she asked, sitting down beside him, unable to help but point out the flawed logic in his explanation.

He shot her a withering look. "Because," he sighed, "I prefer to leave once something becomes boring or tedious. Take, for example, this exchange." He moved to stand, bracing his weight on his arms as he rose. As he rose he sucked in a breath through gritted teeth, obviously in pain.

Althea stood with him, concerned. "You're hurt." She looked him over for injury, eventually discovering a sizeable cut on his left arm that had escaped her notice. In the dim room, the flowing blood blended in the deep emerald of his shirt.

"It's nothing," Loki insisted. He made to shift the injury away from her but was too slow.

Without thinking, Althea had reached out to touch his wounded arm. As soon as her fingertips made contact with his torn skin, her hand began to glow; a steady white light emanating from her palm. She withdrew the offending hand quickly, but it was too late. Loki watched in awe as the skin of his arm stitched itself together, the laceration disappearing before his very eyes. Soon the damage had disappeared completely, the tear in his sleeve and the stain of his blood the only indications that the injury had occurred at all.

"What did you do?" he breathed. He looked to Althea for an explanation, but she had turned away from him. Forcefully, he grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, ready to demand an answer, and froze. She stood grasping her arm, a pained look on her face as she avoided his gaze. Between her fingers, fresh blood flowed freely. Cautiously, curiously, he reached for her hand. Althea choked back a small sob as he peeled her fingers away. There, cutting deep into her flesh, was a fresh gash, a perfect mirror to the one that had just disappeared from his own arm. In a matter of seconds, it too began to heal. The flow of blood slowed as the wound closed, eventually vanishing and leaving smooth, unbroken skin behind.

Loki looked back and forth between his own arm and Althea's, trying to work through what he had just witnessed. "What are you?" he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Loki, I..."

Althea was interrupted by Thor, who strode into the room breathing heavily.

"You fooled me again, brother. Though you must admit I had you on the ropes for a great deal of our match. How long have you..." Thor trailed off as he took in the sight before him. His eyes darted between Loki and Althea, pausing on the troubling amount of blood that covered both of their limbs. "What in the nine realms is going on here?"

Loki met Althea's gaze, his blue-green eyes glittering, before answering his brother's concern. "Something very interesting."

[avicebro]

I am of course making fun of this guy when I in turn constantly use Edmund's NP5 Level 94 Dantès so I mean

[jkl-fff]

The Feel When

you're Edmund Dantès, the Count of Monte Cristo.

adad 2023: 110/365

Mercedes is the bae 😍

(I wanted to romance Dedue but he's obviously gay for Dimitri)

[june-of-earth]

“Everyone around me is free to leave me and, on leaving me, will have no further need of me or anyone else. Perhaps that’s why no one leaves me.”

Edmund Dantès: The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

[backstoriesandbackstabbings]

~The Past~

Life started off tumultuous for the young aasimar. The trial of birthing twins took their toll and her birth resulted in the death of her mother. Despite the birth of twin aasimars, a gift from the angels, nothing is without sacrifice. She was born into the human family of the Hallowcrests, a wealthy family of Dun Volleth that owned one of the five major territories. She lived here with her twin brother, father, and her paternal grandparents.

Eliana spent much of her childhood as any child does – racing around the Hallowcrest territory and causing trouble with her twin, Edan. The Hallowcrest twins were curious in nature, and devoured information and the world around them voraciously. The pair learned how to ride horseback, etiquette, how to negotiate, the art of persuasion, and so much more. While it became clear that their talents differed, the pair were forced to spend more time apart. Edan had a knack for more physical tasks, he was a better climber, a better runner, and deadly with all manner of blades. Their father was an accomplished duelist, and it seemed as though she was often in their way, so Eliana wandered to the libraries. She buried her nose in books, devoted to studying, so that even if she may be no match for him in battle; he would be outmatched in a battle of wits.

It wasn’t long until Eliana discovered her talent for magic that she was taken under her Grandfather’s tutelage. Edmund was a very accomplished wizard, who enjoyed teaching and sharing his knowledge with others. A proud and doting grandfather, Edmund celebrated Eliana’s every success, and the twinkle in his eyes was evident with each new spell that she mastered. However, Eliana was not his only student – a fact for which she was grateful for. There was a young man named Tobias Wildgrave that was her peer. Despite both being equals under her grandfather’s teachings, Tobias was a commoner, and therefore Eliana was not to spend time with him outside of classes. Still, he was a talented young man, intelligent, and his dry humor often made Eliana laugh. They became fast friends, and grew together, each of them pushing the other to greater heights as friendly rivals.

Meanwhile Edan had a sparring partner of his own. Valentine Guildeford, or Val as he insisted upon. The Guildeford’s were of a neighboring territory, and soon Val became a face that she would often see around the manner. An entirely too handsome, charming and well-mannered young man. He was beguiling, a mystery, and dangerous. Dangerous and beautiful, the same way a viper is before it sinks its teeth into your flesh. And although Eliana was always wary of that bite, her curiosity would not abate. Edan insisted that he wasn’t like the rumors, and those rumors of the Guildeford’s had reached her ears long before introductions had ever been made. They were posh, well-respected, but that respect was borne of fear. They were wrathful people, and took revenge for the slightest offence. Val would grow to be no different, at least in her eyes. Eventually however, his etiquette and looks wore her down, and it wasn’t until the pair were nearly young adults that Eliana let her guard down – in no small part due to Edan’s begging. Valentine was different from the other Guildeford’s. He was kind, and he claimed to hate the way his family treated the people in their territory. If it were up to him, he would strike out on his own, to weave his own grand adventures. A brief but intense friendship grew between Val and Eliana. Often the twins could be found with him under a large apple tree on the estate grounds, reading, or just laughing and spending time together with books long forgotten by their feet. It wasn’t long until Valentine did exactly as he had always wanted to. He slipped away in the middle of the night, taking only a horse and the necessities. Eliana thought he was a fool to leave such a lavish life behind, Edan disagreed. It wasn’t until Val had left that fear gripped Eliana, it wasn’t until she saw the jealousy in Edan’s eyes that she realized he may one day disappear as well.

Unfortunately, Eliana would never discover that desire to run. Not until she met Rolland Dantès. The only child to the Dantès family, and her betrothed. A match made by her grandmother, Sybil. The Dantès owned their only other neighboring territory, and with Val gone, a match between the two could mean a merging of lands for both. There was no downside, except to Eliana. Rolland was shy, quiet, and he lacked confidence or any semblance of a spine. He was blessed with decent genes, and heavy coffers, but Eliana demanded more from him if he were to be her betrothed. She often mocked and ridiculed him, beating him at every turn – chess, cards, etc. When he declared his feelings and intentions, Eliana would laugh, the only time that he could accomplish such.

It wasn’t until nearly two years into their courtship that she would regret that decision. One night Rolland appeared at the gates, bloody and begging to enter. Elliana was told to tend to go to his side. He gritted out how their lands had been attacked by the Guildeford’s. How Val had come home bloodthirsty, and sought to overtake the Dantès territory. Eliana stood and declared, “I hope he succeeds, I would rather marry him, than a coward that would flee his lands and abandon his people.”

“Truly? You would marry him, and not me?”

“Marry you? I would rather die.” Those had been the last words that she had spoken before she stormed out of the room. When the manor was silent once more, deep into the night, chaos had erupted. Rolland had an army enter the castle through a teleportation circle. Guards and housekeepers alike were slaughtered at their post until an alarm was rang. Sybil had their throat slit in their bed, and there were pieces of her grandfather that nearly made her sick. He would only use that spell if he were desperate. Eliana took her grandfather’s tome, and she looked desperately for Edan and her father, only to find them in the library cornered by Rolland and a handful of his soldiers.

It was a bloody struggle, but Edward demanded they run through the secret passage, and fought hard to give them a head start. The twins would escape with their life, all they had to do was get to the stables, and then hide. It wasn’t so easy. A dimension door had opened behind them in the stable, and when Roland stepped out, a dagger found its way into Edan’s spine. Eliana held her twin as he died in her arms, as he stared up into her face and gasped for help. He never finished his last words, “I love…” That was it.

“I am going to let you live.” She looked up as he spoke, “I am going to let you run, like a coward,” he seemed to spit the word back to her. “And when you least expect it, I am going to hunt you down at your lowest. And you will beg for all that I have taken from you.”

It was then that Eliana made her deal with Mul to become his cleric. Anything to get her brother back. Anything so that when she next saw Rolland Dantès, she would destroy him and get her revenge – she would reclaim her home, and her loved ones, and he would pay.

[sleepy-cone]

I'm tired of dealing with everyones BS. 2020 is the year I aspire to be Edmund Dantès.