#fallen kingdom spoilers

[starryeyed-seer]

There is a kingdom which overflows with song, a sunlit land of the myrrh-merry and may-marry. Here reigns a grand Merchant King, whose table is long and whose art is in promise. 

As part of the @fallenlondonficswap 2024, a piece I wrote for @house-of-mirrors !! I've been wanting to explore Merchant King Wines since I read about it (Cricket, Anyone? ES), so this mix of FL-typical horror and alcohol jokes was the perfect excuse hehehe

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[a-treatise-on-velociraptors]

Elaborating on my tags about Fallen Kingdom: deploying the full Jurassic Park theme when--and only when--the brachiosaurus dies painfully in a volcano was just fucking mean.

Absolutely adore when franchises know when to deploy the Main Musical Theme(TM) that people associate with older installments. You gotta use it at the right moment. You can't over-use it or it gets stale. But if it hits right by god it hits right

[lilacthebooklover]

i love the way shadow milk's arms are positioned in this image, pushing him out of the tree. he looks like a jack-in-the-box lol

[ofthebrownajah]

I've been wondering about something. So you know how in the books it's the three ta'veren that are essential to the Dragon winning at the last battle? So Rand obviously has all the prophecies about him. But Mat and Perrin are also mentioned in the prophecies. The Wolf King and the fox that makes the ravens fly. Showwise they made Nynaeve and Egwene ta'veren too so will they have prophecies about them now? And if so, what might they be? 🤔

[odessa-the-anathema]

Talking about the Princesses of the Seven Circles!

I don't know if the demon princes realize this but they're going to build an army against themselves with their spouses. Like do they realize the absolute hell Emilia, Camilla, and Adriana are going to cause for them? Those three are going to hang out. And it's going to mean bad things for their husbands. But you know what they're probably into it.

I love the variation between Kerri's female MC's. Yes they're all sassy and stubborn but there's subtle differences in interests and preferences and personality. Woah, it's like she writes women like they're real people 😱

I also love how Emilia is all like "so maybe the time for talking is over~" and Camilla is all "you wanna touch me, don't you?" And Adriana is just like "either you're lost in thought or constipated" and "mmm steaming innards" and not even in the hot way. Like I'm obsessed with it.

I also love how each of them have at one point been like, "you just sassed my love interest to his face. I love you"

I also love how they don't all have to kick ass in battle to be strong. Like Emilia can tear you apart in terrifying ways in seconds, Camilla has cool powers that she's still kind of figuring out, and Adriana will just roast the fuck out of you and pour ice down your shirt for the burn. But if she's faced with a dragon she's got nothin, which is realistic! Not every female mc has to be physically unstoppable to be cool and "correct" and she does it so well!! I love all these women and I can't wait for them to cause chaos.

(also please more Gluttony's second I'm blanking on her name and her witch girlfriend please thank youuu)

[triptychofvoids]

obsessed with this guy but i refuse to look at this background anymore xD

[magicisinbooks]

Gluttony x the reporter

Kingdom of the Cursed

Whatever levity Gluttony had been feeling was gone in an instant, replaced by an icy glare. I followed the direction of his gaze, surprised to find the object of his loathing was a beautiful, prim noblewoman. Her pale blue hair was coiffed in the style of proper English ladies and her elegant dress buttoned up to her neck. She wore kidskin gloves that ended past her elbows and an expression of revulsion as she spied the host, her gaze cutting from across the room. She leaned next to her companion and whispered something that sent the other noblewoman tittering.

"If you'll excuse me." Gluttony's mood darkened further. "There's a party crasher in our midst." Without uttering another word, Gluttony strode off toward the giggling ladies.

"She's a journalist from the Shifting Isles. And she rarely has anything flattering to say about the royals in this realm. She's been particularly vicious with Gluttony." [...] She called his last gathering 'perfectly ordinary and utterly contrived. A predictable, uninspired evening.' " [...] My brother quoted it so often, it stuck. Gluttony was furious. He has since thrown the most lavish, over-the-top, debauched parties he can." "He wants her to eat her words." "Amongst other things, no doubt." I couldn't help but smile. "Hate is a powerful aphrodisiac for some."

Kingdom of the Feared

"Prince Gluttony is correct about one thing-his feast will make guests wish he'd end them all." Gluttony's easygoing smile vanished. "My dear, if my parties had the ability to kill, I'd personally deliver your invite." "That was as clever as your idea to lace wine with slumber root, promptly knocking all your guests out. At least that time it wasn't sheer boredom that put them to sleep." She gave him a cutting smile before dropping into a curtsy.

"Trust me, demons are not just asking about the curse's return. They live in fear some superior reporter with a penchant for snobbery will ruin their good time." Gluttony shooed her away, promptly earning a fierce glare.

Gluttony robbed his hands together, a devious expression falling into place. "You know? That viper gave me a great idea I think I'll offer her a glass of wine laced with slumber root and kick her and her assistant out. Then we'll see who thinks I'm unclever. At least we won't have to worry about your coronation party hitting the gossip columns."

He glanced around a crowded room, pausing on where Gluttony and the columnist stood a foot apart, not speaking.

Throne of the Fallen

Gluttony at the very least ought to know better-he was currently involved in a war with his own reporter in the Seven Circles.

Gluttony's reporter printed this just today.

Before this article was submitted to print, the ever-lacking Prince Gluttony was questioned about a guest he'd hosted the previous night, but he refuse to comment or confirm any part in the game. [...] Gluttony remained mum, hinting only that it was likely a lover sneaking out after overindulging in sin. [...] That the prince would attempt to play coy and fail spectacularly is unsurprising. Gluttony is the least clever of his brothers.

The reporter he was feuding with hadn't responded to the invitation Envy had sent, and he was sure Gluttony's foul mood had nothing to do with that.

[science-lings]

still mad about Sonia being the beautiful kind motherly figure to zelda only to get fridged after like four cutscenes so that Rauru can get angry and that's the entire purpose she served in the story

anyway I still think having a Rauru/Sonia role reversal au is a good idea

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

Envy and Emilia jokingly flirting in front of Wrath is so funny. I love this brotp! Also jealous Wrath is hot

[brichan132]

I'm adding onto a previous post talking about my dislike about the zonai being before skyward sword and I would like to add to it via one of my major sources of proof on how the zonai are the bi-product of the fallen hero timeline. Every other timeline, ganon is man. in the fallen timeline, almost every game has ganon being a pig man.

Dont believe me? Look at this!

Link to the past

Oracle of seasons and ages

link between worlds

The first LOZ game ever

Legend of Zelda, link's adventure death screen.

If we're looking at the timeline of LOZ, fallen hero one is where this pattern shows up. Does it happen before the time line splits? Yes in four swords games, but that seemed to be the form chosen by Demise to take and not the one he is forced to use. I will explain that.

The plot of the fallen timeline is ganon trying to revive himself properly and take over the land of hyrule. In the first game of this timeline, ganon was trying to merge the dark realm and the reason why I bring this up is the fact that I'm pretty sure pig ganon is what ganondorf looks like in the dark realm.

In oracle of seasons and ages, Twinrova is trying to revive ganon? They failed to use Zelda and uses themselves to bring back ganon, but it's wrong as ganon is mindless and just want to kill everything.

Yuga really wants to revive ganon and take over the two worlds in link between worlds. She successfully does this but merges herself with ganon, causing a weaker version of what ganon actually is.

The first game that started all of this madness with link and Zelda, has ganon (still a pig man) a mindless killer who is hellbent on destroying hyrule.

In LOZ two, links adventure, link is actively trying to prevent ganon being revived as link himself is the key to his revival.

All of this being cause by two people.

Ganondorf being sealed by Rauru.

There is a pattern here, in first four swords, ganon was intelligent and cunning even as a massive pig being. The demise decided that being a Gerudo is easier to try and take over the world with thanks to success in the fallen hero version of ocarina of time, and that why he took ganondorfs form in the distant past of Totk because he has succeeded in the past! What happened in the game is Demises soul getting to cocky and was inevitably sealed by rauru and Totk Zelda did something really impulsive.

Demise has to revert to using the pig man form, and in the fallen timeline thanks to that fact, ganon quickly loses his intelligence thanks to him being revived not reincarnated.

That the major thing in the fallen timeline, ganon being revived over and over and over again to the point that the calamity version of ganon is just a desperate attempt of being reincarnated but it doesn't work.

That is all I'm going to say on this subject, for now.

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[starlight727]

SPOILER WARNING FOR CRK BEAST YEAST EP 2

If you haven’t finished the chapter yet, go finish it and come back later!

I’m pretty sure this is my obssesive self talking: Am I the only one dissapointed that Shadow Milk Cookie got locked up in the tree again? I mean, I know why they had to do it but…… I’m sad…. I miss him…… As soon as the episode ended, I felt dissapointment…. All because he was put back in the tree. Luckily, this isn’t the last time we’ll see him. We’ll definitely see him again in the future, idc how long it takes, I’ll be patient and wait for him to come back!

[lilacthebooklover]

he's so silly <3

animatic planning doodles are fun :)

[thecrazedpotato]

This year's Game Awards will go down in history as the Game Awards of 2023

[screenmovie]

The Indoraptor,

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (2018), directed by J.A. Bayona and written by Derek Connolly and Colin Trevorrow.

[evermorebarbie]

Pride is still looking for Lucia

GOOD.