#six years of mari

[almondcroissantsandink]

*Brady Bunches your BBC Ghosts*

[nadiajustbe]

Throwing another option of HMC dynamic you might have never thought about: Mari and Princess Valeria's friendship would be an unstoppable force of power unknown to making and to prevent this from happening the universe made them exist in different words.

[supergraphicultramoderngirl]

hm no ACTUALLY i love being asexual

[tildeathiwillwrite]

The Lodge

(Trials of the Six, Chapter 1 Scene 1)

WoW Birthday Whump Event Day 14 (2nd Iteration): (Alt) Amnesia, Poison

Whumpril Day 30 ("Out of Time")

WoW Birthday Whump Prompts List

Whumpril Prompts List

TW: unconsciousness, amnesia, fighting, blood, stab wounds, death, cornered, poison, headache, dizziness

So… fun fact: @whumperofworlds and I share a birth month! Hers was on the 11th, and mine is today! So in addition to Day 14’s contribution, here’s a snippet using one of the alt prompts for one of my personal favorite whump tropes: amnesia, with the first character I ever gave it to, Hiel.

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“Get up, kid.” A man’s voice, rough and distant.

“Come on, wake up!” A woman’s voice, soft and frantic.

A hard slap sent sharp pain across his face. His eyes snapped open. He lay on the floor of a wooden lodge, where a roaring hearth lit the scene with warm light. A woman crouched over him, exhaling in relief when his eyes opened.

“By the skies, Hiel! Don’t scare us like that!” She rocked back onto her heels, brushing red-blonde hair away from her face.

Hiel pushed himself into a seated position, dizzy. “What… what happened?” Something large and furry pushed against him, and he turned his head to find a giant cat, as long as he was tall, nudging his arm with her nose. He hesitantly petted the fur behind her head.

“When I get my hands on that woman, she’ll wish she’d never been born!” Hiel flinched at the sharp tone from someone he hadn’t noticed, a man with dark hair and beard who leaned over a table on the opposite end of the one-room lodge, arms folded. 

“Korfel,” the woman began, getting to her feet, “Elya is gone. No clue where, but we accomplish nothing dwelling on the past.”

The man’s name was Korfel. Why did Hiel not know that? Why didn’t he know his own name until the woman addressed him as Hiel? “What’s going on?”

The woman turned to him, surprise and confusion in her expression. “What do you mean?”

Hiel rubbed his aching temples. “I… I don’t know anything.”

“You mean you… don’t remember?” She cursed when he nodded hesitantly. “Now I want to murder a healer.”

Korfel scowled. “Just what we need,” he muttered angrily. “Can you still freeze things? Fight?”

“I freeze things?” The space behind Hiel’s eyes started throbbing. He pressed a hand to his eyes in a crude attempt to soothe the aching. “Why does my head hurt so much?”

“Probably a side effect of the "medicine"—" Jarsali traced air quotes around the word— "Elya gave you. You were out for several minutes before we noticed something was wrong.”

Hiel struggled to his feet, leaning heavily on a nearby chair. “Who are you people?” he demanded, panic rising.

The woman shifted away from him slightly, unnerved. “Well, I’m Jarsali. The angry one is Korfel. You’re Hiel, and the giant fanged simoldon is Nial, your pet… cat…thing?”

She was about to say something else before the door burst open. Two people ran inside. A pale man with blue hair was first, heavily favoring his leg. Right behind him was a dark-skinned woman who slammed the door behind her. They both carried packs that seemed to have been filled in a hurry.

Korfel shoved a chair under the knob. “I asked you to get supplies, not have the whole town up in arms!”

The woman held her hands up defensively. “They attacked us first!” She flinched at the look Korfel gave her and the blue-haired man. Muffled shouting came from outside the lodge, and Hiel realized that asking who these new people were right now was not the best move.

The door shook as someone from the other side kicked it. Korfel cursed under his breath and grabbed a curved sword from where it had rested on the table. The new woman tossed her bag on the floor and drew a thin obsidian knife, and Jarsali snatched up a quarterstaff from where it leaned against the wall.

The chair splintered with a crack, and the door flew open, sending it across the room and narrowly missing Hiel. Warriors in leather armor brandishing spears poured inside, engaging the defenders. Korfel charged those in front, knocking spears aside and slashing wildly at their owners.

Jarsali swung her staff at the leg of the closest warrior with such speed Hiel briefly lost track of it. With a sickening snap, the warrior collapsed to the floor, moaning and clutching his broken knee. Nial used his body as a springboard to get to the one behind him, claws out and snarling viciously.

Hiel backed away, feeling incredibly useless. Even if he remembered how to fight, there was no way he’d be able to do any good in this state. He noticed that the blue-haired man hung back as well, though he seemed like he’d be more formidable even with his injured leg.

A warrior somehow got past the combined strength of Jarsali, Korfel, and Nial. He charged straight at Hiel, who stumbled away so the chair he was leaning on was between him and the attacker. The warrior kicked aside the chair with ease and charged.

Before he could get any closer, the woman with the knife darted inside his reach and thrust it into a seam in his armor. He stumbled back, clutching at the wound. The woman was relentless, pressing him back and baiting him. The warrior overextended his spear, and the woman slipped within his reach, driving her knife through his throat. He collapsed, blood bubbling from the fatal wound.

“You’re welcome,” the woman said as she passed him, wiping her knife off with her skirt and dashing towards the wall. She ran her fingers across the wooden panels, searching for something. Hiel picked up a leg from the broken chair and watched her curiously, keeping a wary eye on the battle.

The woman tapped along the seams between panels, eyes narrowed. Another warrior got past the others and ran straight for the woman, whose back was to him. He would have stabbed her through the heart with his spear, but he instead inexplicably flew backward, right into the spear of one of his allies. 

Korfel quickly finished them both off with a well-placed slash. “We're out of time, Raiann!” he shouted as he engaged another.

“Almost!” Raiann dug her knife in between two panels and pried one away, revealing sunlight and a snow-covered landscape. A river flowed nearby, with a boat moored to a small dock. The boat’s sail was tied down, it wasn't going anywhere quickly. A cold wind gusted through the opening as Raiann pulled off another board and sheathed her blade. “We’ve got to go!”

The blue-haired man limped past Raiann and stumbled over the threshold of the impromptu back door. She caught his arm and helped him down, taking on some of his weight and half-dragging him towards the boat. Hiel glanced at the warriors trying to force their way to the front, unable to get past Jarsali or Korfel.

“They’re escaping out the back!” One of them shouted, seeing the opening.

Korfel cursed and retreated. The tip of his blade dropped to the ground, and he reached out his hand. The ground below their feet rumbled as his expression calmed, but his eyes burned with anger.

Nial sprang back towards Hiel and stood before him protectively. Hiel hesitated for only a second before staggering towards the opening in the wall. With a light “mrrp?” noise, Nial leaped through onto the snow after him. Hiel shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as the giant cat accompanied his stumbling steps to the boat that bobbed in the river.

He clambered on the boat and leaned heavily on the railing, the dizziness returning in full force. Nial moved to his side and settled down next to him. Jarsali, staff in hand, leaped onto the deck and dropped it with a clatter onto the deck. She shoved a bundle of heavy cloth at Hiel as she faced the stern. “As soon as Korfel gives the signal, be ready to move this rig!”

Hiel unfolded the heavy cloth to find it was a thick coat. He pulled it on gratefully and opened his mouth to thank Jarsali. But before the words could form, the lodge shuddered violently.

The small boat rocked as the water began to swirl around. Hiel flinched and grasped at the side of the boat for dear life as Korfel appeared through the opening, running at a full sprint to the boat.

He threw himself over the railing and shouted something unintelligible as the lodge shook like an earthquake was assaulting it. The sounds of rushing water filled Hiel’s ears, and the boat suddenly accelerated, moving downstream at an impossible speed. The last glimpse Hiel had of the lodge before it was out of sight was the walls collapsing in on itself, warriors fleeing the falling building.

@fourwingedsnake @whumpril @pigeonwhumps

[rahabs]

My petty 2024 wishlist includes the ability to ban Six the Musical posts from both The Tudors tag and the general tags for Henry VIII's wives.

[woodchipp]

>>Something's giant eye is the defining and most prominent feature of its design since the single open eye of Mari's hanging corpse was the whole reason for Sunny's trauma and Something's creation in the first place

>>Mari's hanging corpse in the last part of the boss battle with Something inexplicably doesn't have the single open eye

man the attention to detail in this game is INSANE unless it's the details that are actually important

[sowhatsthesituation]

People I'd love to see on Taskmaster

Siobhan Thompson

Matt Rose

Anne Marie (for NYT)

Any of the six idiots, but especially Matthew Baynton

Jodie Whittaker

[defensivelee]

thinking about more six lives! incestoration and fuckkkkk man

the plot points that im coming up with.... THE THINGS IM GONNA WRITE..... SHATTERING ME RN

i am not ready

[soullessjack]

clawing and screaming and skinning myself alive Kelly told Jack he was gonna be so amazing and do so many good things and make the world a better place and he wanted to believe that more than anything in the whole world he wanted to make her death worth it and then every time he fucked up he thought he wasn’t worth it and when he killed Mary when he committed those atrocities he knew for a fact he was never worth it because Kelly’s paradise bringing miracle baby was a fucking lie and. He’s not his father and he’s not his mother but he still wants to be her so badly. So badly he’d go visit her parents just to give them closure and learn more about this side of himself and then they don’t even want him anymore. They don’t even know he’s their actual blood he’s their grandson. He’s just a monster to his own family and he tried so hard to be what Kelly wanted but he just isn’t he’s just jack he’s just stuck with what he is and what he’s done and he can’t fix any of it and nothing will ever be the same way it ever was before and he knows it and he knows it’s his fault because he did that to Mary he did that to the fucking Winchester Matriarch who he loved who he saw as his own mother who saw him as her own son . and he can’t ever take it back and everything will be different with Sam and Dean now because of it and it’ll even be different with Cas now because Cas shared the same miracle baby idea as Kelly and he was so proud of Jack at one point but now he knows that jack isn’t that either and he still loves jack but it’s still just not gonna be the same.I need to lay down

[noturbysshe]

I am flabbergasted.

[mmfan1]

@kehlana-wolhamonao3 and @autumnrose11, thank you so much for tagging me for the six sentences of Sunday challenge. So here is a Tuesday contribution.

This is a random idea. Mary and Matthew have not yet met, it’s 1922, Mary is a recent widow with a son, who is the heir to Downton. Matthew is a widower, having lost his wife to the Spanish Flu, shortly after their wedding 3 years ago.

Matthew did not know what he was doing at this London club. He was not known for frequenting any social establishments since the war and the death of his lovely sweet Lavinia. He had buried himself in his work and when Reggie Swire, his father in law and partner in Swire and Crawley, passed and left him all his worldly goods, which turned out to be quite the fortune, he further enveloped himself in the Firm and now managing his vast wealth. He was in the process of setting up a foundation to memorialize both Lavinia and Reggie, but he had not quite selected which charities would benefit from Reggie’s fortune.

So what was he doing here? Matthew had come with several of the solicitors from his law firm to celebrate the closing of a profitable deal they had brokered. These new clubs were all the rage and he had felt obliged to indulge his staff who had worked so hard. As his employees danced to the sounds of the new jazz band from America, Matthew, sitting at a table nursing one of those new cocktails, noticed a group over at the next table. Several women and men ranging from 20’s to perhaps even 50’s dressed for the evening, though no two appeared to be a couple.

Only one of the women wore a wedding band. And that was a pity. She was beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She looked nothing like his Lavinia, but she was intriguing. Dark brown tresses, elegantly worn up, very aristocratic! When she stood, he could see that she had a sleek beautiful figure. And then she looked at him and he saw the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen. He locked eyes with her, the most magnificent women he had ever seen, but quickly looked away. The feeling was too powerful, too intense, he had never felt anything like it before.

[elin-moon]

Some drawings i did recently that i am very proud of.

I am much better at drawing traditionally compared to digitally.

[supergraphicultramoderngirl]

remembering when i used to engage in fandom discourse. lmao like girl i know it’s the whole mortifying ordeal of being 15 but it’s really not that serious

[justmybookthots]

2023 Year in Books

[archduchessofnowhere]

i'm curious, have you seen the recent marie antoinette series? if so what did you think of it?

Hello! No I haven't seen it and honestly I wasn't even planning to because it's by the same team that created Versailles (2015-2018) my most absolutely hated period drama series of all time. For what I read from people that did watch it is very much in line with Versailles of being an absolutely painful to watch mess.

I did consider giving it a try when it was airing because I saw some gifsets of Marie Antoinette and Louis and they seemed really cute together, but then I got spoiled something and I went "nevermind these screenwriters still suck". Perhaps one day I'll watch only their cute moments and just skip everything else? I watched The White Princess because of Henry VII and Elizabeth of York focusing only on their cute moments and ignoring the rest and that way I actually ended up enjoying the show lol (it still sucks tho).

All in all I felt bad for the MA girlies reading their reactions to the series because they were going through the same thing that we Sisi girlies went through a month earlier with Netflix Die Kaiserin, 2022 was not a good year for historical dramas about pop icon queens.

[erving-goffman]

kinda tmi but anyway i think it's the same process as to why sam would absolutely not be circumcised. no matter how strong his beliefs were about it there's no way john would go out of his way to find a doctor to get it done especially not when the doctor could be a demon