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raeynbowboi · 6 years ago

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Dating Disney: The Little Mermaid

So when I started, Dating Disney, it was with the intention to pin down the fashion validity of Disney’s leading men, but when I started looking at Eric, I found that he’s wearing very hard to pin down clothes. A simple shirt, some pants, boots, and possibly a cummerbund? Or a sash? It’s really unclear. So rather than that, I decided to use clues in the movie to pin down a general historical time frame and location for Disney Movies, and I’m not really going in any order. I stand by Sleeping Beauty being set in mid to late 14th century Italy, but from here on out, I’ll be focused more on history and the movie, using context clues to set a time frame.

Story Origins

Den Lille Havfrue or The Little Mermaid, was written in 1836 and published in 1837 by Hans Christian Andersen, a Danish writer. It was written initially as a discreet love letter to Edvard Collin who had won his fancy. Edvard had gotten himself engaged to then 13-year-old Henriette Tybjerg 3 years earlier in 1833. The story is a highly symbolic depiction of Andersen’s feelings, as Edvard represents the handsome prince, Henriette is the kind foreign princess taking the love of his life, and Andersen is the suffering hero who endures great heartache to be near the one he loves, and is effectively voiceless, unable to speak his true feelings due to the time when he was living in. Henriette was actually so worried that he’d make a scene and declare his love for Edvard at their wedding that they “accidentally” gave him the wrong day, and he missed the ceremony. Thus, Andersen wrote the little mermaid disguised as a wedding gift, which Edvard had little interest in and which Andersen later decided to publish. I won’t do this for all of the stories, mind you, but this one had a very interesting history behind it.

Clothing

The first costume doesn’t appear in the actual movie, but is used occasionally as part of the Disney Prince line-up attire that Eric sports. In this image, he’s sporting a waistcoat, cravat, and tailcoats, all indicative of 19th century men’s fashion. In particular, this look rose to popularity in the 1840s and stayed popular through to the 1850s. Eric’s wedding suit and the engagement suit are both military jackets that include epaulets on the wedding suit. These are in fact naval admiral jackets, as seen in the below picture.

All of these fashion elements emerged during and following the Napoleonic Wars (1803-1815). Most of the men except Eric have buckles on their shoes. Although we might associate the image more with the 18th century and the American revolution or pilgrims, buckled shoes were still a common sight in the 19th century that it’s not out of place or unreasonable for them to worn in this film.

The widely hated pink dress (and quite unfairly I think) that Ariel wears to dinner seems to fit with 1850s fashion although the large sleeves were apparently designed to resemble 1980′s prom dresses. The blue dress Ariel wears for the date is entirely era inappropriate (especially since her ankles are visible during the Victorian Era), and neither hers nor Vanessa’s corset dresses are fitting for their time period. It should be noted that the visible different skirts was not a trend of the 1800s, and this was the closest example I could find, and even then appears to be an outlier in what’s been recorded of 1850′s fashions. Now, it’s possible that this dress could be old and was just lying around, so even Ariel’s dress is not necessarily proof of a finalized decade, since she could simply be wearing an out of fashion gown.

Technology

The Tobacco pipe that Scuttle calls a Snarfblat, seems to resemble a Calabash type tobacco pipe, first invented in 1898, at least according to one source I found. The Calabash is widely recognized for its saxophone shape, and is closely associated with Sherlock Holmes imagery. There are other types called Bent or Billiard pipes that may have existed earlier, but I couldn’t find when those kinds of tobacco pipes would have been invented.

Eric’s Ship seems to resemble a Galleon, mostly in the bent U shape of the ship and the bulky stern. An evolution of the Portuguese Carrack ships of the 15th century, these Spanish ships were invented initially as armed cargo ships, but were also used as warships. In the early 19th century, they were drafted as auxiliary war vessels, dominating naval warfare for most of the Age of Sailing. Although Eric’s ship is not quite a Galleon, given that his ship as a more noticeably protruding cabin on the ship’s stern, it still maintains the unique U-shape of the vessel.

The type of carriage we see when Eric gives Ariel a tour of his kingdom seems to resemble the Phaeton carriage. Both are four-wheeled carriages with a fold-up back and a swooping decal on the front of the vehicle. Shown to the right is an image of Queen Victoria as a child with her mother in a Phaeton. I don’t have an exact year as the link no longer works with the British Museum of History, but Queen Victoria was born in 1819, and she looks fairly young, so I might posit that this might date anywhere from 1822-1834? But I’m legitimately guessing. The point is, this type of carriage would have existed at this time and later.

When we see the town square of Eric’s kingdom, we see a clocktower and gas lamps. While I couldn’t find an exact year of when clock towers became a common thing, the clock that houses Big Ben in Elizabeth Tower was built in 1844, so that’s a least a clue as to when a much smaller clock might have been commonplace. Gas lamps as a public source of illumination began in 1809, as commemorated by a political cartoon of onlookers marveling at the new wonder.

Geography & Climate

Hurricanes - when the sea storm hits, the sailors declare that the storm is a hurricane. Initially, I assumed the movie was still set in Europe, and I looked up and found that there have in fact been instances of hurricanes hitting the western countries of Europe. However, the palm trees kind of debunked that theory.

Yes, you are in fact seeing palm trees. Growing naturally. In the place Eric calls his kingdom. So we are definitely not in Europe. This is further backed by the fact that a hurricane hit only two or so days ago, and hurricane season tends to be in autumn, while the foliage in Eric’s kingdom is a vibrant summer green. This has lead me to the assumption that Eric’s “kingdom” is a colony in either Florida or more likely, one of the Caribbean islands. Which would most likely mean that Eric is a Spanish prince. This is backed up by the simple fact that the general aesthetic of not only the castle, but the kingdom has a very Spanish look to it. But I’m not really at all well-versed enough in architecture to elaborate other than “it looks kinda Spanish to me”. He could be the son of the Spanish king and ruling this local area due to its economic importance and could possibly have a warship to fight off pirates. Eric might also not be the first in line for the throne, thus this is why he’s so far from home and without any parents around. He came to the new world to rule a smaller slice of his kingdom since he’d probably never be king of Spain. And yes, I did find that there are marshlands in the Caribbean, so Eric and Ariel can still go for their boat ride through the bayou.

There’s also a portrait of Phillip and Aurora in Eric’s dining hall, which means he’s probably related to them. Considering they’re Italian and he’s Spanish, it’s extremely likely. It’s not super relevant, but it’s a neat easter egg. Or if it’s not Phillip and Aurora, it could be Eric’s parents, and it just looks a lot like Phillip and Aurora, which could still be a clue that they’re related. Although the painting is rather recent, not like a 14th century tapestry, so it’s probably either a painting of his parents, or Aurora and Phillip are a big deal in Eric’s family, resulting in them getting a more modern portrait made of them.

Verdict

All around, I would have to say that the movie is set on one of the Caribbean islands under Spanish colonialism in around the mid 19th century. Although the pipe might be from a later decade, it’s such a minor detail, and so late in the century that if anything it’s an outlier in the data. Most of the facts tend to point more toward the early and middle of the 19th century, which is why I lean more toward the early-to-mid 1850s as the era of choice for this film. What this means for the world at large is that both America and France have denounced their monarchs. Victoria took the English throne in 1837 and has been ruling for about 20 years. Charles Darwin’s Origin of the Species sparks outrage among the public at the notion of being a monkey’s nephew. Furthermore, it pretty much dissolves the Little Mermaid from being connected to the Frozen/Tangled conspiracy at all, as Ariel is all the way over in the New World, while Arendale is half-way across the world. It’s possible that the ship could have been commandeered by pirates who sailed the ship to the Caribbean where it was sank, but that’s adding extra steps and filling in blanks to try and force the theory to work. So there you have it, Ariel married a Spanish prince who was a full on navy admiral living in colonial Caribbean islands in the 1850s. Honestly, I’m just as surprised as you are. I would not have logically pegged the Caribbean for the setting of the film. But, that’s where the evidence points.

SETTING: A Spanish Colony in the Caribbean

KINGDOM: The Spanish Empire (1492 -1975)

PERIOD: 1850s (Victorian Era)

LANGUAGE: Spanish

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sweetness47 · 5 years ago

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Heartache

Pairing Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Warnings: none really, fluff, angst, amnesia, mention of argument, ABO stuff, pregnant reader

Her head was pounding as her eyes fluttered open, sunlight momentarily blinding her. Autumn leaves crunched beneath her body and hands as she struggled to sit up. That’s when she realized she was completely naked. What the hell? The pounding in her skull continued, crippling her, not allowing her to stand. It was unbearable.

She curled into a ball, fighting the waves of dizziness and nausea that plagued her. Trying to stand up had been a serious mistake. She gingerly lifted her head to look around, hoping she could find her clothing, or at least some clue as to why she was out here. But every movement brought more nausea.

She groaned, feeling gently with her hand to see what kind of damage had her so immobile. Her fingertips came across a large goose egg, sticky from blood, at the back of her head. What had happened, she couldn’t say, at this point she didn’t even know her name. Thinking hurt, moving hurt. If she didn’t get to help soon, she would probably die here.

“YN!” a voice echoed in the distance. She turned, wincing as dry heaves threatened her fragile state. If she could get their attention, maybe they could help. Assuming, of course, that whoever was out here wasn’t a deranged serial killer. The voice sounded worried though, like he was concerned for the woman he was looking for. So…maybe…

“Please! Help!” she managed to cry out, trying to stay as still as possible to avoid the retching again.

She heard movement and prayed it was the help she needed. Strong arms wrapped her in a blanket and picked her up with a gentleness that gave her hope.

“Easy YN, You’re going to be ok.”

She whimpered as she buried her face into this male, his scent calming her. He was a good person; she could feel it. Wait, did he call her YN? Was that her name?

“You know me?” she croaked. Her throat was dry and hoarse.

“Yeah baby, I know you.” He paused. “You don’t know me?”

She barely managed a shake of her head. “My head, I…”

The man walked faster. “It’s ok sweetheart, I’ll get you home. We’ll get you better.”

“Sam!” he growled as he came to a clearing. A few buildings close together, like a farm, greeted her eyes. Another man, she assumed it was Sam, ran out to greet them, followed by another woman and two more males.

“She needs water, food, and medical attention. She,” he paused, “she can’t remember who I am.”

Sam took YN into his arms. “It’s ok Dean. We got this.”

“Come inside and have something to eat Dean. You’ve been out all night. Pacing and worrying won’t help anything. Let Cas and Sam take a look at her.”

Dean looked over at the woman who’d spoken. “I know mom, but…”

“No buts, c’mon. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Dean sighed. He’d given up arguing with his mother’s sound logic years ago. She wasn’t wrong. Worrying didn’t help anyone. All it did was create anxiety and stress. His mate was in good hands. He trusted Sam and Cas to help her.

Except, in this case, he was worried, his mind playing over scenes from two nights ago, when he and YN had come to blows over some stupid comment he’d made. Usually she didn’t get riled up that easily. His mate was a spitfire. It was one of the things he loved about her. Even as an omega, he admired her courage and tenacity when confronting something she didn’t like, or something that scared her. She stood her ground during pack meetings, and didn’t take shit from anyone. The pack admired her, and admired the Alpha for choosing such a strong mate.

He didn’t choose, it was more like soulmate bonding, but whatever, same thing. Either way, he was one lucky son-of-a-bitch.

He had been talking about an upcoming children’s event they held every spring and fall. Sam, Mary, Cas, and Jack had all been present, and Dean had made a joke about skipping the event entirely, saying something about ‘who needs happy kids anyways?’. He’d made similar jokes before, and it never bothered YN, she knew he was kidding. It’s who he was.

But this time she’d snapped, saying he was heartless, saying that children deserved happiness and how dare he even suggest cancelling the event. Then she’d stormed out of the house. Mary had tried to run after her, but she’d already shifted and was galloping off into the forest, not caring that it was dark and rainy.

She was a strong wolf, there wasn’t much that could scare her honestly, or take her down for that matter. She was above average size, and could easily handle herself in a fight. That wasn’t a concern. But he was worried about the fact that she’d run off at all.

Sam and Cas walked into the kitchen, sitting down as Mary dished them out some food. Dean looked at the two men and pressed for information. “Well? How is she?”

Sam scooped up some eggs and a piece of ham. “She’s resting. She’s had a bag of fluids through IV, and we gave her some medicine to help with the pain.”

Cas looked at Sam, and then to Dean. Dean saw the hidden information in his third in command’s eyes. “What aren’t you telling me.”

Cas cleared his throat. “YN is pregnant. She’s carrying two pups.”

His jaw dropped to the floor.

Suddenly everything made a whole wack load of sense. Heightened emotions, the argument, the hurt in her eyes.

“Fuck! God I feel so damn stupid! I can’t believe I hurt her like that!”

“It’s not your fault Dean. You didn’t know.” Mary came over to console her son. She placed a kiss on his cheek. “She’ll forgive you. Just give her time.”

He snorted. “Yeah, if she even remembers who I am.” He gave his mom a half-hug and walked out the back door.

About an hour later, Charlie, Dean’s best friend since childhood, sought him out at the request of Sam. If anyone could bring Dean out of his mood, it was Charlie. Well, his mate could too, but she wasn’t available.

“Hey Dean, s’up?”

Dean turned to the familiar voice. “Hey Charlie, not much.” He smiled at her before turning back to the lake.

“Then why do you look like you just ordered the death of a thousand panda bears?”

“Because I’m an ass.”

Charlie couldn’t help it. Her laughter echoed through the open fields and across the cool water. “Well, we already knew that. So, that’s not the reason.”

“Ha, ha, ha. Funny.”

She sat down beside him. “Yup. So is this.”

Before Dean could even blink she pushed him off the deck and into the murky water. He came up sputtering and glaring at his friend. “Are you fucking nuts?”

Charlie was laughing so hard, tears were rolling down her cheeks. “You should see the look on your face! God you look like a wet dog!”

“I’m gonna kill you Charles.”

She grimaced at the nickname. “Watch it pretty boy. Gonna have to beat some sense into ya.”

He growled. “Really? You feeling suicidal today?”

“Nope, but you’re depressed, so if you want to go a few rounds, I’m game.”

He climbed up to the deck surface, shaking off his jacket to lay out and dry, followed by his shirt. “Well hotshot, since you dunked me in that cold lake, I have to shift to get warm. So, I guess we’re sparring.”

Charlie went around the other side of the boatshed and removed her clothes to shift, while Dean finished removing his. Bones cracked and readjusted, shifted. Two wolves came around to face each other then, a dark sandy blonde wolf and a red wolf.

Fighting and training was a normal part of pack life. And no one held back strength or tactics. The only rule for pack members was no killing moves. You could pin and force submission, but no death blows or deadly bites.

Sam heard wolves snapping and fighting, and ran to investigate. He and a few others found the two wolves going at each other, and began rooting for their favorite. Everyone knew it was fun, so no one worried about outcomes being bad.

After half an hour, Dean finally pinned his friend, and Charlie submitted defeat. He took his clothes into the shed, while Charlie took hers to the woods behind a tree. Sam sought his brother out, remembering why he’d been looking for him in the first place.

“Dean? YN’s awake.”

Dean peeked out from a stack of canoes. “Does she remember anything?”

Sam shook his head. “No, but she’s asking for you. Not by name, but as the guy who helped her.”

With a sigh, his heart aching, he nodded and followed Sam to the pack med center. YN lay on one of the beds, an IV still in her arm, her head wrapped in white bandages.

Dean walked over to her and sat in a chair by the bed. Sam left the room to give them some privacy.

“Hi.” Her voice small but more upbeat than before, had him looking up. “I wanted to talk to you, and I wanted to thank you.”

Dean took her hand in his, feeling her tense slightly before relaxing. “I’m just glad you’re ok.”

“Who am I?” The question caught him off guard, and he frowned. She tried to reword the question. “Specifically, who am I to you?”

He bit his lower lip, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. “You’re my mate. Your name is YN. We met about two years ago at the local bar.”

She squeezed his hand. “That explains why I feel safe around you. But why was I in the woods alone?”

Dean ran his hands through his hair. “Because I said something stupid, and hurt your feelings, so you ran off to cool down, except you didn’t return. That’s when we started searching for you. I’ve never felt so terrified in my entire life.”

“Sam and Cas told me about the pups. Did you know?”

He shook his head. “No. But your reaction to my stupid comment makes more sense now. I’m beyond relieved you aren’t seriously injured.”

She brought his hand to her lips and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles. “So am I, and it’s thanks to you. I don’t have my memories back yet, but I’d be grateful to have your assistance in finding them.”

He smiled at her words, and stood to place a kiss on her forehead. “That sounds like a wonderful idea YN. As soon as my brother clears you, I’ll take you on a tour.”

“I think I’m going to like that, a lot.”

“Me too sweetheart, me too.”

@legion1993 @akshi8278

#dean x reader #fluff #abo stuff

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thethirdwheel404 · 4 years ago

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Med Rewatch Series (#20)

YESSIR. WE MADE IT. I CAN’T BELIEVE WE MADE IT.

Final episode that I’m watching for the rewatch series. Ready to fuck some shit up.

S3 E20: The Tipping Point.

Episode description: Dr. Rhodes second guesses his decision to remove himself from the team of doctors who work to separate conjoined twins.

You’ve gotta be fucking joking right?

okay.

last ava ep that mattered. i’m so excited

let’s get into it.

- ava

- the way nat looks at connor when ava says that he will not be operating

- it’s like no one trusts ava at all?

- yes, he’s emotionally involved, but is that really that good of a thing?

- ava is of sound mind. connor evidently does not think that he is

- why is connor apparently the only one capable of the surgery?

- fuck off. this is why he needs to leave

- so many nat ava interactions. i never expected this. ( i should have. i am dumb)

- ava reminding nat that like, she’s here. right next to them. in this conversation

- nat, to connor: “The cronins are counting on you!”

ava: “They’re counting on the team.” like bitch?

- like it or not, nat also does not believe women should have rights. maybe it’s a manstead thing. no. it’s definitely a med thing.

- i like ethan’s jacket.

- april can shut the fuck up. hypocrite? i smell a hypocrite? (who am I kidding, they’re all over med)

- ethan has the best outfits

- april. the one who preached unconditional love. is like. ‘emily can get fucked. i don’t care.’ i can’t believe it. this is so fucking stupid.

- three weeks ago (literally) will and nat were not on speaking terms. now he’s gonna fucking propose?

- NOBODY ON MED HAS FUCKING BRAIN CELLS

- I always hated how on tv shows, characters get married super soon. it’s so fucking annoying.

- omg bert tried to kill himself holy shit

- ava sighing at connor trying to give input.

- sarah’s dad: “I don’t deserve you.” NO BITCH YOU DON’T. go die

- connor fuck off. stop having to give orders on everything

- yeah, sure. connor emotes in this episode. but what he’s emoting at is going in and fucking stealing a huge surgery

- i can’t believe this is the last episode of med with connor. can’t believes he leaves for mayo clinic at the end of the season... the world we live in...

- YESSS THEY FIND EMILY AT THE ENCAMPMENT. classic angst. honestly. i fucking love it.

- yeah april.

- god this is like. classic angst. old school. back to basics. this is fucking fantastic

- UGHHHH I LOVE ITTTT

- the fuck?

- the mayo guy, and the other doctors are surprised that connor, a surgeon, knows how to do surgery? EXCUSE ME? THE BAR IS ON THE FUCKING FLOOR

- why is everyone so fucking stupid. i’m being serious. watch that scene. it is so stupid.

- ava is... not surprised that connor cut in. i mean. is anyone?

- she almost has that scoffy grin, that she does, under her mask

- okay but like ava’s character growth. instead of being mad that connor’s getting in on the surgery (like she would at the beginning of the season), she’s concerned for his career.

- sarah’s dad is fucking pathetic. i can’t believe sarah’s stuck with him. she deserves so much better

- SHE HAD TO MOVE TO FUCKING TEXAS. COME THE FUCK ON.

- i can’t believe he fucking tricks her into walking him outside. fuck him.

- takes him for a walk and pushes him down a hill

- it’s taking all of my self control not to write something where ava does that

- the way ethan subtly flinches when emily apoligizes. brian tee is a god

- sarah’s dad’s dialogue really makes it seem like he’s gonna murder his own daughter

- the monkeys is a good bit

- HOLY SHIT ITS LANIK

- I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT OKAY DAMN

- he is way different than i remember. i literally never paid attention to him

- ava with her fuckinngggg rolled up sleeves is still fantastic

- ava’s disappointment at seeing connor meet with the mayo clinic guy. most rh*kker thing we’ve seen all season. and yeah, i’m including the one night stand. there’s a special kind of upset you get at seeing someone you love leave and move far away. it’s not really the same as losing someone who’s just a friend. that’s why i say it’s the most rh*kker thing.

- of course, i am still keeping them platonic, so going off of that. ava is thinking that she is about to lose the only person she’s gotten close to in the last seven months. of course she’s going to be upset

- (in the rewrite this loss is not as much of a problem bc in the rewrite she has reese)

- also that surgery was so anticlimactic fuck off. this episode is fucking boring. my favorite part is probably the emily reveal. i’m a sucker for some sibling angst

- is he really going to propose. off of that? her being mad at him. you’ve got to be fucking joking.

- HOLY FUCKING SHIT APRIL IS THE MOST ANNOYING PERSON. SO FUCKING CONDESCENDING? “She’s damaged, you can’t fix her.” SHE’S TALKING DOWN TO HIM. this is so fucking infuriating

- i cannot believe this i cannot believe this i cannot believe this she’s fucking breaking up with him bc he cares about his sister. the sister she told him to care about?? holy fuck, I can’t

- WILL IS SO FUCKING DUMB

- YOU CANT PROPOSE TO HER WHEN SHES MAD AT YOU

- YOU ALSO CANT PROPOSE TO HER BC YOU ARE FUCKING TOXIC

- WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU???

- he is so fucking dumb oh my god

- connor looking out, pensive over the parking lot. why is everyone on this show so fucking extra

- tell me why ava’s casual clothes is a button up. ma’am.

- back at it with the snippy one liners

- she looks so sad? baby noooo.

- i can’t. my heart can’t.

- there’s a lot to unpack in this scene

- i don’t really know why she starts out looking so sad?

- let’s chalk that up to her being tired, and channeling her little energy into feigning annoyance at connor. but then, as she keeps speaking, keeps thinking, she taps into this deep seeded feeling of indignance. real annoyance at connor’s bullshit.

- connor returns ava’s initial comment, which at this point is still kind of light and teasing, with another sly line, trying to brush it off.

connor: “You give me too much credit.”

ava, tucking her tongue in front of her teeth in that way when you don’t believe what someone’s saying: “Do I?”

- next, she says “you’re ambition strikes me as boundless.” I really have no clue what to make of that/

- then she says “I don’t know what to think.” shaking her head, shrugging. at a loss. why? is it bc she can’t figure out what he is/was trying to do? she can’t understand him anymore?

i think it’s ‘she was surprised by what he did, but she’s mad at herself bc honestly, she shouldn’t have been’. she thought he had changed, when he pulled himself off the case. thought he had gained some humility (finally, finally given ava her one moment in the sun to shine). and then he goes back on it almost immediately.

yeah. that’s what it is. she’s surprised, but mad bc she shouldn’t have been.

- she says “but I’m sure you also secured yourself an attending position” as like a slight jab. not really meant to be cutting, but then his reaction ruins it and makes her realize that something worse actually happened. if connor had responded to it in kind with another snarky comment the moment probably would have been fine

- connor’s “ah, god, ava -” comes off as so fucking insincere.

- ava’s small little “what?”. my heart

- i also think it’s interesting that when she’s thinking things through in the moment really fast, her face changes with her thoughts/emotions, and out of some sort of reflex, she smiles. her first thing is to laugh at the situation, scoff at it

- she’s laughing out of disbelief

- why is she laughing (out of reflex)? because this is stupid. HE DID SOMETHING THAT WAS COMPLETELY UNFAIR AND RECKLESS. AND HE’S GETTING REWARDED FOR IT. LIKE HE ALWAYS HAS. and Ava is the only person to see how unfair it is. everyone else would congratulate him no questions. can’t fucking believe it

- connor asking ava if she would take the offer is so fucking pathetic. he’s asking bc he’s hoping she’d say no, and then he’d finally have his answer to ‘is she in love with me’. the stupidest thing is she says no, which basically means no, i’m not in love with you, AND HE STILL TURNS IT DOWN. WHAT THE FUCK

- boy get some fucking eyes.

- also holy shit i’m just now realizing how cool my idea of connor somehow passing the offer off to her would be in one of my alternate endings of s3. because, he literally asks her is she would take the offer and she literally says she would. so that would be completely in character

- for those of you wondering, in my version, the reason ava wants connor around is bc he’s her only friend. why would it make sense for her to take the mayo clinic offer? did you just trap yourself in your logic

- no, it’s okay, bc if she took the offer, it’s just a reset. it’s not any different, bc she’s in a completely new place, she has time to make more connections. the reason she clung to connor was bc over the seven months, he was the only person she connected with, so she valued him immensely. there’s no reason she couldn’t make another connection at the mayo clinic. it’s perfectly fine.

- connor’s such a fucking simp its so pathetic

- she’s staying for sarah

- why does she start crying? that’s a good question.

- well, for all the reasons we stated before. she’s losing the closest thing to a best friend that she has. it’s sad. it’s alienating. and she’s sad bc she thinks there’s no way that he wouldn’t take the offer

- (bc they’re just good friends. you don’t turn down job offers for good friends. and it’s true. in my version, they are just good friends, and connor takes it. and ava has to deal with being lonely again.)

- (of course, med took a different route.)

- i fucking hate this show. i fucking hate this show so much.

- the last shot of the season is sarah and charles and sarah’s dad and we get one episode of wrap up. med likes their cliffhangers so fucking much.

okay, so. this episode is pretty good for like a branching off point. we see the anxiety ava feels at the idea of connor leaving, which is really good to work with moving forward. I feel like I’ve said enough on all these different topics.

That being said, I have a lot of thoughts, and now that I have the knowledge of what my canon will be, going forward, this is going to be fun.

When I have more ideas, I’ll make more posts.

we’ve set the grounds. this was the final episode. now we look ahead, towards the future of med.

thank you, so much, for sticking with it. <3<3

#chicago med #med rewatch series #the tipping point #mine #i can't believe its done #i can't believe I lasted this long

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skepticalcatfrog · 6 years ago

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Shattered Crown Chapter 2

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Summary: After disaster strikes in Prince Roman's kingdom, he must go on a quest in order to take back the crown that is rightfully his. He will travel with three companions on an epic adventure, gaining many friends and enemies along the way. Those three companions are an intelligent inventor With a mysterious past, a cheerful wizard With a dark secret, and.. the assassin who was sent to kill him two years prior.

Pairings: (Eventual) Prinxiety and Logicality

Word Count: 3, 241

Author's Notes: The second installment of Shattered Crown! I've got a couple chapters done already, which is why this is being posted so soon.

“I'm still very confused. How did you even know it was me?” The assassin asked, sliding the daggers into a pouch on his belt.

“Well first of all, your voice. I thought it was familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on where I'd heard it before.” Roman explained. “But what really gave it away was your eyes. I hadn't seen anything like them before that night. Then when you looked at me, I remembered the assassin's eyes, and I noticed that your eyes had the same mesmerising effect. It's really just all about being observant.” He shrugged. If he was being honest, the assassin still scared him. No matter how confident he acted, it was just that. An act. He didn't trust him. He didn't know who he trusted anymore.

“Virgil, are we going to be departing soon?” Logan asked, folding up a map and putting it in the satchel that was hanging by his side.

“Where are you going?” Roman asked.

“Nowhere you need to know about.” Virgil answered.

“And why is that?” Roman narrowed his eyes.

“Because you're an idiot and shouldn't even be here in the first place.” Virgil shrugged.

“Excuse me?” Roman's voice was indignant.

“You heard me. You're stupid. You could've gone back you know.” Virgil stepped forward. He pulled out a dagger and put the flat part of the blade against Roman's cheek in the time it took him to blink. “You're lucky that I decided you're not worth my time, or you'd probably be dead right now.”

Roman's eyes widened. He hated this guy.

“That's quite enough, Virgil.” Logan told him, pulling his hand away from Roman.

Virgil scowled at Logan, putting the dagger back where he'd gotten it from. Roman let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding in.

“Now, we really should be going.” Logan dusted off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves to the elbows. Virgil pulled his hood over his head and put the mask over his face. He closed his eyes, and suddenly he was gone.

Logan completely dismissed it as if nothing had happened, but Roman blinked a couple times to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

“How… how did he do that?” He asked, waving his hand around in the air in front of him.

“Magic.” Virgil's voice came from behind Roman. He turned around quickly saw Virgil standing behind him.

“Would you quit messing with me!” Roman stomped his foot. Virgil just laughed and disappeared again. The door opened, meaning Virgil had left. Logan followed him out. Roman went last, closing the door behind him. He caught up to Virgil (who was now visible) and Logan. They were walking away from the castle, which was strange to Roman. Not the fact that he wasn't going back, but the fact that he was glad to not be going back.

They walked for hours, mostly silently. Virgil and Logan occasionally sparked up a conversation, but Roman usually stayed out of it. Virgil made him nervous anyway. Still, he missed having someone to talk to. He had friends at the castle, and he missed them. He couldn't imagine what they must've been going through. That monster must've told everyone he was dead. And if he was being honest, he wasn't totally sure he wasn't. There was really no way of knowing, was there? Realistically, what were the odds that he'd ever get back home? What were the odds that his friends didn't think he had abandoned them? What were the odds that that snake hadn't already killed everyone, that he hadn't-

“Roman?” Logan's voice brought him out of his train of thought.

“Yeah?” Roman looked over at him. He blinked and suddenly became aware that there were tears in his eyes.

“I thought I might check in with you, you seemed distressed.” Logan explained. Roman flinched as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Relax. I wasn't even invisible that time.” Virgil rolled his eyes.

“You still scare me.” Roman glanced at Virgil and brushed his hand off his shoulder.

“Yeah, that's fair.” Virgil shrugged. Roman dried his face and they kept walking.

Eventually, they arrived at a dirt road that ran between two mountains.

“This place is… beautiful.” Roman muttered. The sun was setting, and a light flurry of snow had begun to fall.

“And dangerous.” Logan pointed out. “Dragons are common in this area.”

“He’s not wrong.” Virgil agreed. “I ran into one once, and I barely remember it. Must've hit my head or something.”

Roman had never seen a dragon up close before. Read about them, sure. Seen pictures, of course. His father had actually fought a dragon once. When Roman was five. He remembered the day vividly.

~14 years ago~

The king's advisor, Charles, rushed into the throne room frantically. “Your majesty, there's been a… situation.” He told them, somehow still managing to maintain his calm tone.

“What is it?” Roman's father asked, standing up and approaching the man. The advisor glanced at Roman, who was lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling.

“Maybe we should talk about this outside… we wouldn't want to worry him.” Charles suggested, subtly gesturing to the young prince. The king nodded. They left the room and the door shut behind them. Roman got up and scrambled over to the door, pressing his ear against it and listening to the conversation.

“... Not like we haven't had this problem before.” He heard his father's voice.

“Yes, but not under these circumstances. Remember the damage that was done to the borders last time? We were lucky that dragon didn't tear the whole kingdom down.” Charles responded. Roman was practically beaming. A dragon? A real one? Most people would be scared, but he was excited. He'd heard so many stories about dragons, and he'd always dreamed of fighting one some day. His father always thought he could.

He heard rapid footsteps moving away from the throne room. That meant Charles and his father had left. He ran to grab his fake wooden sword from behinds the king's throne. He pulled the heavy door open and went into the hallway, where soldiers and the castle staff were running back and forth. He pushed his way through the crowd until he got to the large window across the hall. His eyes widened as he saw the scene outside. A huge steel grey dragon stood just beyond the castle walls. It shook the ground with every step it took. But it wasn't like other dragons he'd heard about. Roman was used to stories about dragons who breathe fire, and burnt buildings. But this one was breathing ice, and making the garden look like a frozen pond, even though it was the middle of summer.

Roman climbed on to the window sill to get a better view. He watched his father leading the army. He wanted to do that one day. Being a prince got boring sometimes. And he was a kid, what did they expect him to do? Just sit there and do whatever anyone told him? He wanted an adventure. He didn't know exactly what, but that didn't really matter.

A few hours later, the whole problem had been resolved. The dragon hadn't been killed, but had seemingly been chased away. Roman had happily watched every second of the battle.

The king entered the hallway, clearly tired from fighting. Roman's eyes lit up and he smiled widely, showing off the gap between his front teeth. He ran over to his father and hugged him tightly. The king kneeled down to be closer to Roman's height.

“That was so cool!” Roman exclaimed.

“Yeah?” The king laughed. Roman nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah! I wish I could be as good at fighting as you are.” Roman held his wooden sword confidently.

"Well, fighting isn't always the answer. The dragon was protecting its territory, and we can't blame it for that." The king explained.

"Well then…" Roman narrowed his eyes in thought. "I want to be a good king, like you are."

“You will be, one day.” His father told him.

“You really think so?” Roman asked.

“I know so.” The king responded, ruffling the prince's hair. Roman laughed. That was the day he knew he could live up to his father, no matter how hard it would be.

~Present Day~

Roman sighed as he walked alongside his companions. He missed those days, when he could just be a kid. He just wanted to go home. He wanted his father back.

Suddenly, the ground shook. Roman was abruptly brought back to reality, and he quickly unsheathed his sword. He recognized the sound of footsteps. Dragon footsteps, more specifically. A sapphire blue dragon appeared from around one of the mountains. It wasted no time directing a column of blue fire at the three. Logan quickly jumped to the side, but Virgil seemed to freeze. Roman instinctively tackled him out of the way as the fire hit the ground where he had been standing. Virgil blinked a couple times, seeming to come back to reality. Roman stood up.

“Why did you do that? I could've handled it myself you know.” Virgil glared at him.

“No, you couldn't have handled it yourself. You were about to be burnt to a crisp and somehow you still find a way to criticize me. I literally just saved your life.” Roman offered the assassin his hand. Virgil took it and used it to pull himself up.

“Yeah, well maybe focus more on yourself.” He dusted off his clothes and took out a dagger. Roman rolled his eyes before realizing what Virgil had meant as he darted out if the path of a falling boulder.

The dragon growled at the prince, and Virgil used its momentary distraction to make a large cut on its leg. The dragon let out a loud screech and swung its tail around wildly, hitting Logan. He slid across the ground and Roman could see a couple of gears and wires come out of his arm. He sat up and examined it, clearly trying to move it, to no avail. He frantically picked up the pieces and put them in his satchel.

The dragon, still unaware of who had hurt it, saw Roman's sword and immediately turned to him. It approached him slowly, his eyes widening with fear. The dragon lowered its head to his level. All he could think about was what his father had told him. 'The dragon was protecting its territory, and we can't blame it for that.'

“Roman, what are you doing! Kill it, now!” Virgil urged him.

“I… can't.” He whispered.

“What?” Logan asked, still trying to pick up all the pieces that had fallen out of his arm.

“I can't kill the dragon!” Roman yelled.

He had missed his chance, and the dragon had become aware of the situation. It roared loudly, and swatted Roman aside with great force. He went so far that he hit the side of the mountain and slid down on to the ground, and his vision went blurry. He could hear the others yelling, but he wasn't sure exactly what it was about. The last thing he saw was a beam of bright blue light hitting the dragon. Then everything went dark.

Roman woke up likely much later, although he didn't know exactly how long. His side stung, but it was bandaged. He had many bruises, and other smaller cuts all over. He had assumed that he was beaten up quite a bit, and he was right.

Then he realized where he was. Not that he recognized his surroundings. They were actually completely new to him. He was lying in a bed, which was decorated with white pillows and a clearly handmade quilt. The room looked a lot more inviting than Logan's house had been, with windows on almost every wall, letting in the warm light of the sunset. Last but not least, a small peach-colored kitten was curled up next to him, purring loudly. As he sat up, the small fluffy creature lifted its head and blinked sleepily. Its eyes were a startling lavender color.

Roman pushed himself up into a sitting position. He winced at the pain that shot through the wound in his side, but still managed to stand up. The kitten hopped up and walked alongside him. He opened the door a crack, and was surprised to see a large greenhouse on the other side.

The entire room was made of blue glass panes, and the walls, floor, and ceiling were covered in various plants. A couple that caught Roman's eye were flowers that were glowing many different colors, a plant that looked like a massive grape vine, and a large golden rose.

“Oh, good! You're awake!” An unfamiliar voice spoke from across the room. Roman turned his head quickly, suddenly very alert.

The source of the voice was a short boy dressed entirely in bright pastel colors, including an extravagant wizard's hat, with a wide smile on his face. He had fluffy sandy blond hair, deep brown eyes, and a small gap between his two front teeth. To top of his cheerful look, his skin was covered in freckles, and large round glasses sat on his nose.

“What happened? Who are you?” Roman asked, tugging nervously at the sleeve of his shirt.

“Yeah, I figured you might have some questions. Well, for starters, I'm Patton!” Patton stepped over various plants and flowers pots that littered the floor, approaching Roman.

“Well it's nice to meet you, Patton.” Roman nodded respectfully.

“It's nice to meet you too! And don't worry, I already know who you are. Your friends filled me in.” Patton noticed the small cat that was rubbing its head against Roman's leg. He giggled. “I see you've met Lavender! She seems to really like you!”

“Yeah, she does.” He smiled half-heartedly.

“You look like you've got something on your mind. Want to talk about it?” The smile vanished from Patton's face and was replaced with a look of concern.

“Would you mind… telling me what happened with the dragon?” Roman asked.

“Of course! Well, I saw your friend Logan picking up pieces of his arm off the ground, and I thought 'wow, he looks like he might need a bit of help!’, so I started walking over to him! But then I saw the dragon, and I hid. That probably wasn't the best idea, but… let's just say I don't have the best relationship with reptiles.” Patton explained, quickly realizing he'd gotten off topic. “Sorry, I got distracted. Anyway, I saw the dragon! And I was really impressed that this guy was taking on a dragon all by himself, but then I noticed you and your other friend. Then the dragon hit you! You crashed into the mountain really hard, and the dragon must've gotten you with one of its claws or something, because you had a really nasty gash on your side. It cut right through your armor!”

“My armor…” Roman suddenly became very aware of how vulnerable he felt without his armor on. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been without it. “Do you know where it is?”

“I'm afraid I had to fix it up a bit, that big cut in the metal was just awful! And it was just covered in blood. It was terrible.” Patton replied.

“Do you think you can fix it?” Roman asked, his voice small for the first time in a while. That armor had belonged to his father. It was all he had left of him.

“Of course!” Patton smiled reassuringly. Roman returned the smile.

“Thank you.” He said.

“Oh, I should probably tell your friends that you're awake!” Patton remembered. “Follow me, they're waiting in the other room!”

Roman did as he was told, following Patton through the door and into the next room. Logan and Virgil were sitting at a small wooden table. Logan was reading an old book, and Virgil was simply sitting there waiting. They both looked up as Patton and Roman walked in. Virgil acknowledged that they had come in, but said nothing. Logan, on the other hand, immediately put down his book and approached the other two.

“What was that.” He said bluntly, glaring at Roman.

“What do you mean?” Roman shrunk away from his gaze slightly.

“Why didn't you kill the dragon. We could have avoided all of this if you had just taken the chance you were given!” Logan raised his voice slightly.

“You don't understand, Logan! I couldn't-” Roman responded, but he was cut off by the other.

“You couldn't what, Roman? Why did you make the stupid decision that you did? I would like to know what was running through your mind at that moment!” Logan crossed his arms condescendingly.

“You don't deserve to know! You have no right to-” Roman was cut off once again, but this time by Patton.

“STOP!” He shouted, holding out his hands. A blue light radiated from his palms, and the two bickering friends immediately froze. “You two shouldn't be fighting right now! Roman is in terrible condition, and so are you, Logan! You should all get some sleep, and we'll figure out what to do with you guys tomorrow.” Patton's hands dropped to his sides. Roman and Logan were both unfrozen.

The prince glanced out a window and noticed that the sun had set entirely, and it was pitch black outside.

“I don't sleep all that often. For… reasons.” Virgil piped up.

“Well that's not good! You probably need rest!” Patton's full attention was immediately directed towards the assassin. “You can sleep in here, on the couch. Logan, you probably want to keep working on your arm, I know it's still not working well. I have a workspace down that hallway! And Roman, you can sleep in my room.” The wizard directed each of them to their given space. Once all of them were settled, Patton wished them all goodnight, and followed Logan to the workshop.

~~~

Logan sat at the table in Patton's workshop. He emptied out the contents of his satchel and had barely begun working before the door opened once again.

“Is this a good place for you to work?” Patton asked quietly, trying not to disturb the inventor.

“Yes, this will do quite well.” Logan didn't look up from his work as he put different parts back together. Patton pulled up a chair and sat next to him. He silently watched Logan work.

A few hours went by, and Logan was still awake. He had forgotten how he had built a certain part of his arm, which was bad because it was one of the most important parts. He was so busy trying to figure it out that he didn't even notice that Patton had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

He reattached the part to his arm, and hoped silently that he had gotten it right. He tentatively attempted to bend his fingers, and was pleased to see that the mechanics seemed to be responding the way they were meant to. His arm was fully functional once again.

Logan glanced at Patton, trying to figure out how he could move without waking him up. He gently moved to the side, allowing Patton to lay across both of the chairs. Logan laid down on the floor, and based on how exhausted he was, he fell asleep quickly as well.

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