#where was that when she lost her brother and was effectively on house arrest by tony or when she had to kill the lohl

[panthershuri]

and dont get me wrong i love a good villain monologue and hers in MoM was alright i just dont understand the sympathy she gets as the character she is now and not when she was actually a victim

[queenofmoons67]

Star of the General: A Warriors Fic (3/?)

Summary:

One minute, Link is fighting a wizzrobe, and the next, he has four hooves and a mane. When Impa comes looking for him, all she finds is the stallion he’s been turned into. A year later, Zelda gifts Link to eight strangers as one of the best warhorses in Hyrule’s stables, with her hope and blessing that he’ll keep them safe. Link will do his best, even if they do all think he’s just a horse.

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The sudden shift in time from morning to evening means they’ve lost a day of travel, but it only takes a murmur from Sky about everyone needing more rest for the group to concede and start setting up camp.

Link doesn’t miss the many glances at Time and Wind, whose tear-reddened faces stand out the most, even if it’s Four and Hyrule who are still feeling the effects of the portal.

Legend sits the two of them down right next to the campfire. Wind sits next to them, too, and Legend snatches the healing kit right from his hands with a snort before bending to care for Wind’s injured leg.

On the other side of the fire, Wild starts to pull all sorts of food supplies from his mechanized box, setting them a careful distance away from the blood and alcohol.

Epona has only had a halter on, since she’s not being ridden, and Sky uses a long lead to tie her to a tree with a bounty in clovers at its roots, then starts unfastening her various saddlebags.

Time and Twilight stay with Link, the former exchanging his bit and bridle for a halter while the latter pulls saddle and armor from his back. With that done, Time carefully pours a red potion into a leather feed bag, then fastens the strap around Link’s head so the bag hangs around his muzzle.

Link laps up the potion while the two heroes run wet cloths over him, rubbing away sweat, mud, and blood alike. They work quietly, except for when they’re near his head—then they whisper to him, voices soft and lilting, about what a good horse he is and how well the wound is healing.

Link has spent too long caring for horses and being cared for as a horse to find it weird. He relaxes into their words and the quiet of the oncoming night, only occasionally shifting or stamping a hoof when a touch startles him.

He’s no longer on the battlefield. Ganon has been vanquished, Cia sentenced to house arrest, and there’s no way for traitors to have followed him across time. Instead of enemies, he is surrounded by his brothers. For the first time in a long time—since, perhaps, the moment he left his childhood home—Link knows he is safe.

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Once Link’s wash is finished and Time removes the feed bag, Link grazes drowsily. A lead hooked to his halter ties him to the tree next to Epona. She’s finished her own dinner and sleeps against him now, the bulk of her body pressing into his side and her head resting over his withers.

In the clearing, the heroes finish their own dinner. The smell of venison stew drifts into Link’s nose, but where his Hylian self would have turned toward it, his horse self can only turn away with a snort and snatch up more cool, crisp grass. 

Then the heroes’ murmuring growing louder makes his ears twitch.

“I’m goin’ on patrol,” Twilight says.

Link waits for someone else to join the patrol, but there are only faint acknowledgements. He raises his head to see the rancher moving into the woods alone.

Link whinnies after him, shakes Epona off of himself, and stretches the lead as far as it’ll go in an attempt to follow.

The war trained Link well in the importance of always moving in pairs. Even after fending off countless traitorous knives, Link can’t deny all the times having someone at his back saved his life.

It’s clear Twilight hasn’t learned the same lesson, though, because he just turns around with a smile, then continues on his way.

Link huffs, and Legend snorts.

“Hoshi’s already a fan of the rancher. Of course.”

Link glares at him. He’s not a fan, he’s justly worried—and then Wind pipes up, chirping, “I think it’s cute!”

Both Link and Legend subside at that. The veteran lays back in his bedroll and crosses his arms behind his head, feigning fascination with the waking stars, and the captain eases himself back to Epona’s side. The draft horse leans against him with a nicker and a chastising nip to his shoulder, making Link stumble sideways before some of her weight lifts off of him and he manages to steady himself.

Is it weird, he wonders, that he’s already so attached to this group of heroes? If he had been Hylian, he can only imagine their meeting going differently. They would have been awkward around a new party member, and he wouldn’t have trusted anyone but Time and Wind for a good while at least, and not until they’d all proven they wouldn’t be one of those traitorous knives.

But he isn’t Hylian. He’s an animal, a beast of burden and a warhorse. They have no reason to hide themselves around him, and he has no reason to be the perfect hero. In an odd way, this change of shape has freed him.

Just as Link thinks this, the wind shifts, and a familiar scent blows right at him. He raises his head and inhales, but he can’t place the scent. The familiar part, he decides, smells like the palace hunting dogs. But it’s not exactly the same. It’s just different enough—maybe an unfamiliar breed? Or—

Link’s eyes widen, and he shrieks to the sky, rearing back and kicking the air with his front hooves as a wolf trots brazenly into camp. Epona’s warm weight shifts off his back with the movement, and in the clearing, the heroes all jolt to their feet.

Good, Link thinks, pinning his ears back and striking at the ground. One wolf isn’t much of a threat, but there’s probably a pack circling around them—

“Whoa, Hoshi!” Time calls. The eldest hero moves in front of him and raises his hands, palms out and entreating.

Link subsides, thinking Time wants to ride him into battle, but the hero makes no move to mount him. Instead, Time’s hand closes around the lead where it connects to the halter, up high under Link’s chin where it’s easiest for the hero to control the horse, and Time’s body steps up alongside his shoulder where he can’t accidentally kick the man.

“It’s ok,” Time soothes. His free hand comes up to pet Link’s neck, but Link tosses his head as much as he’s able to and retreats more. He doesn’t know why Time is controlling him, but he does know that the touch he found brotherly earlier has become scalding. It doesn’t matter that this is his little brother all grown up when he won’t let him move freely—

Tree bark scrapes Link’s side.

The feeling isn’t painful, but it is sharp, jolting his attention away from Time.

No longer blinded by panic, Link is able to focus on the camp and the wolf. It sits patiently a few meters away, tongue lolling as it pants and lets Wind scrub his fingers through its scruff.

“He’s telling the truth,” Epona advises.

Link’s eyes roll and lock on her. She’s standing on the other side of the tree, no hero holding her back, her ears pricked forward and her expression calm. She’s not even watching the wolf; she’s watching him.

Once Epona sees she has his attention, she continues, “Wolfie is Twilight’s companion. He often comes to guard the camp in Twilight’s place.”

A tame wolf.

Link locks eyes with Wolfie, who shakes Wind off, stands, and trots forward a meter. His golden eyes glint almost blue in the moonlight, a raging hot fire held within them.

No, this is no tame wolf. A companion, maybe; intelligent, definitely; but not tame.

Wolfie’s head tilts to the side, ears flopping ever so slightly, and he licks his own muzzle before wagging his tail once.

“Hello,” Wolfie says. “Sorry for the scare.”

“You didn’t scare me,” Link says, and it’s the truth. The wolf didn’t scare him—Time did. He doesn’t say that, though, and Wolfie eyes him like he doesn’t believe him before moving forward more, close enough that Link bends his head down so they can touch noses.

He doesn’t have to bend far; Wolfie is large for a wolf. He wonders where Twilight found him and why Wolfie has stuck around, but puts it from his mind while they scent each other. From far away, the wolf just smelled like wolf, but up close, Link can separate out the freshness of mountain air, the sharpness of hay, and the stink of… goats?

“There we go,” Time soothes. Link startles; he forgot his brother still held his lead. “Nothing to worry about, right?”

Time’s hand pats Link’s neck, and Link sighs, but leans into it. He’s still upset with his brother, but Time doesn’t know he’s actually a man. He thinks Hoshi is just a horse, a panicking one who can accidentally harm Wolfie or one of the other Links, and treats him as such. Link can’t fault Time for that.

The last of Link’s adrenaline rush fades away, and he folds his legs and lowers himself to the ground. On either side of him, Epona and Wolfie lie down, the draft horse resting her massive head on his back and the wolf curling around his front, both animals bracketing his body between theirs.

Time smiles at them and gives Link one last pet before returning to the fire. The heroes murmur to each other, but Link is too tired to try and make out the words. Instead, he tries to find that earlier feeling of safety again.

He falls asleep before he can figure out if he’s succeeded.

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Everyone was really excited for Hoshi and Wolfie to meet; I hope their meeting met expectations!

Part of the reason this chapter took so long was because I was also churning out an 11.5k word "Warriors meets the Chain" fic called "stitching up the loose threads of his soul":

After years of war picking up medical knowledge—how to stem bleeding, prevent sepsis, ease a passing—Link wants nothing more than to settle into Hyrule Castle as part of her hospital staff. Zelda is, perhaps, far more understanding of his desire than he deserves, and it’s going well until the day eight strangers bring a quest to his doorstep.

I'm also holding a poll about what Warriors fic I should write next! It'll be running through about 5pm PST on January 29.

[dragonfelling]

Happy (late) STS! How do you work through structuring your plot?

Happy STS! Youre actually early 😏 its friday babbyeee (when i answered this, not when its published lmao)

I work through things with my sentient rubber ducky, Curt. Hes my co-writer so we bounce ideas back and forth. A lot of it comes naturally, thinking about the consequences of someones actions tends to lead to more actions yknow?

For example, for a while we just had it so a man named Emilio burned down his half brother, Kurtys' house with some of his buddies. It was revenge for something probably but we never figured it out until after we had made a proper timeline and figured it was some time after the Anemoian/Midonian war. From there I figured hey, Emi should have probably been angry about that war. His father got worse in every regard after it and he himself likely lost a lot of friends and probably even got hurt himself as he would have been drafted. Kurtys is a head-knight and has a lot of power and authority over arrests and justice, so perhaps Emilio was going to get in trouble because Kurtys found something out. What would be enough for Kurtys to react harshly against his brother?... Hurting his family or treason against the Crown he serves. It so happens that Queen/ Crown Mirka is Kurtys' adoptive daughter. Checks the boxes. - Lately ive been really into the odysseus musical so that sparked an idea. What if Emi was going to strike the Crowns as they came back from a trip?...

But how would Kurtys find this out exactly? We hmmed and hawed a bit. Oh! He could have visited to check on him and heard Emi talking to some friends about it in his office, having been let in by Amelia, Ems daughter.

Emilio couldve came out and realized what Kurtys heard or saw, and decided to react by trying to kill him and make his death seem like a freak accident.

So how did Emi find these people that helped?... Whats a good way of getting angry people together? I had recently rewatched part of Invincible again and stopped around when the support group episode happened. Oh shit. Support group. Em couldve been hiding behind a support group and used it to recruit people for the past year to help him bring what he considers justice upon the Crown.

So... Who else would be part of this support group? Who has been most effected by the war? Sasha had to have her leg and arm amputated and lost her husband to the war. They were dedicated and eager to fight for their nation and Sasha would not stop fighting until she was forced to go home. She ended up going home at the same time as Kurtys did (he got shot, she was hurt and it was found out she was pregnant) and they got to know eachother on the way. But... Sasha doesn't seem the type to join in on this. She has a son now after all and shes still patriotic. Emi wouldn't recruit her.... But- but but- she was probably still questioned after the incident. She was probably absolutely heartbroken over her support group just being a front for something so shady, for men who would target someone that most people consider to be a good man and his family of a wife and 4 kids. The youngest ended up dying and the second youngest got burnt badly.

Sasha was likely let go as Kurtys knows her, shes friends with one of Kurtys' best friends, and would understand that she had no idea about Emilios dealings.

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So thats kinda a peak into how we naturally progress plots and stories! The thing about Ascendancy is just how many perspectives and intertwined stories there is. I eventually want to make some sort of media to tell these stories. We recently watched Win or Lose and it gave us a great idea of doing a story where the same plot is played out but from different perspectives.

[ninjaturtlecosmo]

Made this because even though I haven't watched Bleach in a decade yet, I'll forever be salty about that arc where Rukia was almost executed for giving her powers to Ichigo 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

CW: If you don't like reading about highschoolers smoking weed, this probably isn't for you

*Ichigo, Rukia, Uryu, Orihime, Chad and Chiyo are all smoking weed in a circle together in the basement of Chiyo's house, doing what's essentially a therapy circle as they share random bits of trauma before smoking a joint and passing it around*

Ichigo: So..... Yeah, my mom died protecting me when I was almost killed by a Hollow..... I've pretty much lived with the guilt for a long time. *smokes from the joint then passes it on to Orihime*

Orihime; I lost my big brother years ago, and then his spirit came back and became possessed by a Hollow.... Ichigo and Rukia helped me save him, and I've had my healing powers ever since that night..... *smokes from the joint then passes it to Uryu*

Uryu: My mom died, and my dad dissected her body multiple times to try and figure out who or what killed her....... I think he knows, but he won't tell me, cause the bastard is so protective and doesn't want me involved with it, or anything related to our heritage as Quincies...... *smokes from the joint then passes it to Chad*

Chad: My parents were also killed by Hollows when I lived in Mexico, and for a while I pretty much took my rage out on others because of it, until my mentor stepped in and taught me to use my strength for good..... *smokes from the joint and passes it to Chiyo*

Chiyo:......... ^v^ I'm actually pretty happy with my life. Nothing really crazy has ever happened before I knew about all this crazy shit..... Sure, I was shocked my mom hid her being a Soul Reaper from me, but, considering the complicated relationship between her and my grandpa, and that she seems to hate the Soul Society with a passion, I understand why she never told me. *smokes the joint then passes it to Rukia*

Rukia: Where the hell do I begin? Uh...... Oh, shoot..... Heh....... There was that time, 2 months after I met Ichigo, when i was arrested for giving my powers to him....... then I was scheduled to be executed for it, and nearly died before most of you guys saved me........ *laughs, somehow clearly more high than anyone else in the room* The worst part at the time though was that besides Renji and Hanataro, no one in the Soul Society fought that hard to save me...... Sure Byakuya tried to make an appeal to stop my execution, but he basically gave up at first when they said no....... It's fine though, once I was pardoned because Aizen revealed he was behind the whole thing, he and I started to get closer and develop a better relationship as siblings.

*Just then, Junko appears and walks up behind Rukia, her hands on her hips. Cue everyone else looking up at Junko with an "Oh shit, we're busted" look on their faces*

Rukia:...... What?

Junko:........ I came down here because I smelled Marijuana and I was going to give you all a lecture about bringing this and smoking it in my house.

Rukia: !!!!!!! *turns around and looks behind her to see Junko*

Junko: But what the fuck did I just hear? You were WHAT for giving your powers to Ichigo? And your brother did fucking WHAT NOW?!

Rukia:.....................

Junko: Oh HELL no! *marches out the basement* Where's that damn communicator Rangiku left for me if I needed to talk to one of them?! I'm having a word with ALL the fucking Captains! Especially my dad and that bitch Sui Feng! Knowing her she just went along with it like she does everything, didn't she?! BYAKUYA IS GONNA HEAR IT FROM ME TOO!

Rukia:...... I.... am in HUGE trouble....... *can't help but laugh a little, the effects of the weed strong on her*

[nickyggjdk]

My Au of Hat girl (THSC VERISION)

She's 13 in my au, She is NOT hat girl but she's a fan of the game

(she's 12 in thid)

"A Hat in time"

"Katie" or her real name is Claire,

Claire grew up in a abusive household with her brother Tim to keep her safe from the countless possibly of harm that could happen,

Her brother ..- … . .-.. . … … / .--. .. . -.-. . / --- ..-. / … …. .. - / - …. .- - / .-- .- … / .- / .-- .- … - . / --- ..-. / … .--. . .-. -- had to raise her and taught her what he knew doing his best to give her a education since her "DAD" didn't send her to school at the age of five until he was force to do so by the law but Where is her mother? She left them, When "Katie" was just a newborn, "Katie's" dad soon fallen into alcoholism and soon became aggressive to his son who he was once caring, loving for. He started to slowly neglect + abusing his kids and just no longer give a shit unless they asked for food and things they'd need, sometimes when Katie and her brother sneak out to get small bit of groceries for home they'd be locked in by their dad forcing them to sleep out on the street or somewhere else, They'd stay at her brother friend house at those dark times, until there was a day where they messed up big Time, Katie and Tim stole a big amount of cash to get more food, When they return home, At Night when they were sort of asleep

their father would try to stab them to death, He first attempt to murdered "Katie" but she dodged and ran around in circle in the apartment, She screamed loud as she could for help since the wall were thin, Her brother would throw himself at their dad to get him off guard but he wasn't so

STAB

STAB

in the stomach, They retreat to their room, Hours passed by, Tim would realize he was stabbed with a RUSTY knife, "Katie" was able to stop the bleeding before having to wait for hours what felt like day for their dad to stop guarding the main door. Until cops and cps were called and the dad opened the door trying to stab one of the officers that was asking him to open up but he got cuffed and arrested,

"KATIE" and Tim They were safe once child protection services enter their home one day and were place in a foster home and , until they overheard they'd have to possibly separate them for some odd reason Tim thought to himself, He couldn't imagine himself without his sister or being alone, It was so much, So he invited his sister to hang out with his friends, a month passed and "Katie" came across of a girl who introduced her to the wonder of her first game

"A hat in time"

Katie became friends with that girl

Time started to passed and their friendship grew but fallen a few months later when Katie was asked to convince her brother to open the bathroom door in the foster home

She muttered

"Come on Tim, Just let others use the bathroom, Whatever you are doing in that better hurry up or else They'd have to burst open the door.

The door would be barge open

(THE AMOUNT OF SPACE IS FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT OKAYY!!)

She gasped

She saw her brother in the tub with his wrists

Blood in the water

She started to cried,

why did he do it?

Is it my fault

I would have noticed that he was off but didn't

I should have checked up on him

I'm sorry

I don't want to be alone

I'm scared

You promise We'd stick together no matter what for LIFE

He ended his promise. He ended his life

she doesn't know why he did it but all she knows is that She miss her brother

"Katie" would fall into depression, Stopped getting ready for the day, all she could do was grief, Care takers did their best to help her but "it's evil to help people who don't need help, Claire" -JACK STUBER OPAL AYYY

She ran away from the Foster home a couple week passed, "Katie" live on eating expire moley food, She regret her decision living, She'd enter the nearby bank so she can ask to borrow a pen and paper

AKBOOM

TOPPAT CLAN MEMBER'S!!!🤯

so basically dust everywhere, a hat member lost their hat and ran into the airship to get a another hat so they don't get confused as one of the citizen there, Katie steal hat, Toppat members retreat and take "Katie" with them cuz of hat, "Katie" hides then get discovered and is send to medbay cuz she sick as fuck and they learn she didn't even get any shots for like shee need against sicknesses, they do blood test, boom reg is called and learn she's his niece and that he's her uncle boom boom I'm slowly growing lazy and okay bye!!

I'm new to tumble and I'm hoping that I WILL post my ocs including their lore but for now I'll share what I did finish MY THSC AU YAYYAYAY AND MORE YAYYA

#au #thsc #reginaldcopperbottom #ahatintime #tags

ANd art NOTED: THE DRAWING IS HER AFTER YEAR IN THE THE TOPPAT CALN

[prose-priest-potentate]

In the Interim

Fic on Ao3: Here

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Chapter 5: Meeting the Rebels

They show up at the door to the coffin maker’s shop disguised, with Wixen’s familiar fox face left recognizable when Millivoj cracks the door. 

“You’re back?” He looks suspicious. Hesitant to usher in the woman who had offered to assassinate Wachter as he snuck her back out of the city a few weeks ago, but he can’t afford to let three cloaked figures be seen outside their meeting house for too long, so they’re let in. 

“Yeah.” Wixen strides in without a care, “We found ourselves in extenuating circumstances, so we’re back to help y’all.” The rest of the room, full of half-familiar faces, stares with wide-eyes and mixed emotions as Imrath pulls the hood off his horns and Izek’s form shifts back into his usual appearance.

Millivoj takes a step back. A cautious, hopeful smile starts to creep across his lips. “You are? That’s fantastic. With you all,” he waves them all toward the rest of the group, to a table where a map of the city is laid out, “we stand a real chance.” 

The irony of their hiding place isn’t lost on any of them. They hadn’t even befriended Izek the last time they snuck their way in here to take out the vampire spawn that were too close to invading the city. Another monster under their noses.

Wixen leans heavily over the map that she can’t read to see if she can recognize any streets, and Izek leans in over top of her to check its accuracy. Several people, like Blinsky, shift and stutter away when he does - not wanting to be within range of his claws, but wary to cower too much. Imrath rolls his eyes behind his blindfold and crosses his arms. He’s on edge, curling the forks on his tongue up to keep his patience. He can taste their fear.

“So what’s the plan so far?” 

“Well, our first plan was to arrest Lady Wachter and force her to abdicate…” Imrath nods. Izek straightens up and stares, blank, over Wixen’s head at the mention of force. “But Nikolai and Karl say that she’s been acting more distant than usual, so we’re not sure what’s going on anymore.” 

Wixen shrugs, “I wouldn’t be surprised if dying took it out of her.” 

Behind her, Imrath purses his lips. “It could have radicalized her further…” He muses. His tail swishes thoughtfully.

“What did she- what did you say?!” A young man elbows to the front of the crowd, voice raised. Another puts a hand on his chest to slow him down, but seems equally upset. 

Wixen gives Millivoj a side-eye, and plants her hands on her hips, explaining for the fourth time, “Yeah. I told you last time I was fine taking her out, but you got pissed off about asking for it, so I just did it.” 

The brothers speak in unison, too loud, “Did WHAT?” and “That shit’s not funny.” Their allies shush them and both Imrath and Izek tense up, ready to support or grab Wixen, whichever is called for. Not that she’d need the back up against these two, but they were both still worried she’d torch the place…

Wixen pins her ears back, bears her teeth, and doesn’t give an inch. “I did what needed to be done. With her gone, everything else works out.”

“You didn’t kill our mother, she’s still alive.” The taller brother, Karl, is still very much up in arms, with someone on his arm to keep him from shoving the table and making things worse.

Nikolai is a little more willing to humor the idea. Or is at least more skeptical. “Oh yeah? Then how did you get in without any of us knowing?” 

“Kitchen window.” The brothers share a quick, panicked glance. Izek rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“If she got revived after being killed in her own bed,” Imrath offers, “it wouldn’t be strange that she’s been distant.”

“She’s probably paranoid.” Izek shrugs, and his voice carries more weight than an off-handed comment should. 

The room is silent as Imrath flexes one of his hands. He suggests, “It could be a side-effect. Not all resurrections are the same, least of all here.” 

“You know,” Wixen’s tail swishes past their legs, sweeping up dust, “that little demon thing was really upset at me for killing her.” Imrath feels the shuffling around the table from the brothers. Steps that jumble in his spatial awareness. He steps up, past Izek, beside Wixen, and leans over the map he clearly cannot see. Just, putting his body in the way.

“It doesn’t matter, really. She, in whatever form, still needs to be deposed, right?” When he inclines his head, it is directed at Karl, whose shape pulled itself from the confusion when he made himself an obstacle. He needs this plan back on its tracks - Wixen’s far too unstable to be challenged these days…

From behind him, Izek speaks. Imrath hates the edge in his voice, and feels his feathers pin back. Good thing no one here understands the way his body betrays him.

“We’re wasting time. What’s the plan?” All business, Izek looks between the assembled crowd. A man he recognizes as a hunter gestures towards him. 

“Well having you back changes things.” The man sounds about as gruff as Izek does, but is smaller when Imrath focuses on his silhouette. He continues, “Can’t you just storm in and take care of it all? You know, burn some people to cinders.”

Izek is distinctly unimpressed, but content enough with it. He is nodding when Imrath stands back up to his full height, hands on his hips, asking, “Where will everyone else be stationed?”

“Izek kept everyone under his thumb before, surely he can handle a couple of cultists. You two can run in with him, if you’re worried.” 

“That isn’t a plan.” Imrath lets his disappointment through his teeth.

Immediately after, Wixen barks out a harsh laugh, “Sounds like you want us to do all the work. You too scared to bleed a little?”

Blinksy is quick to step in as tensions rise. “No. No, we will help of course.” He stares hard at his conspirators. 

Millivoj, helpfully, suggests that, “It might not be a bad idea for Izek to lead the charge though.”

“There shouldn’t be a charge.” Imrath nods his chin toward the Wachter brothers. “They can let us in whenever they’ll all be distracted. Through both doors, actually.” 

Wixen worms her way under one of his arms to pipe in, “Catch ‘em off guard.” 

Plans continue, with Imrath and Wixen quick to curl their lips at the plans that boil down to ‘you risk your skins for us’ or ‘Izek can just flay them alive.’ Imrath would normally volunteer to take the hits and just be thankful that no one else was being hurt, but the opportunistic hypocrisy hits a little too close to home right now, and he is losing his mother’s patience. He reminds them that they must have had a plan before they agreed to help, so it’s best not to deviate from what they already know - that the three of them are helpful complements to their coup, not an army. 

After no less than an hour of suspicion and thinly veiled insults, everyone settles on similar pages. Wixen lays some more of their cards on the table and promises Imrath’s services in putting their father’s body to rest, which he is of course happy to do. Reluctantly, the Watcher boys settle and tell what they know - about their mother’s weird cult in the basement. A plan is made to call as many of their mother’s “friends” as they can to the house - to invest Nikolai like she’d been pressuring him, and for Karl to let the rebellion in the front door, before both boys go upstairs to keep their sister safe. The best fighters will target the cult, and everyone else will watch their backs. Most of those assembled are happy enough with that; just happy to have the help at all against such bad odds. 

One dissenting voice remains though. 

He hears it as they are saying heading to the door, from the corner of the bedraggled room, lounging on a pile of boards that Imrath remembers climbing to kill a vampire spawn - yet another time when he’d helped this town already. The man is sarcastic in his ears as they go to leave. He might even have let it go in any other time or place. 

He slows to a stop as Izek and Wixen exit before him, and then leans up on his toes to walk quietly around the stairs. The man has moved with a group of companions to lean on the table the coffin maker had cowered under. Imrath wonders if he feels safer now that Izek has left the building. Safe enough to let his tongue get away with him. A silly assumption…

Blinsky is the only soul that feels the tension that rolls off him, and reaches out as he goes to leave as well. The toymaker touches Imrath’s shoulder kindly. Empathy. Compassion. Imrath offers him a fake smile, pats his knuckles, and wishes him a quiet goodnight.

Idle chat continues as Imrath listens, leant against the other side of the wall. He stands too still, waiting for the evidence he needs to be presented on a silver platter. The voice that caught his ire continues, “After all the people he’s killed, I thought he might be giddy to run in and light the whole damn house on fire.” 

Someone else, “Izek hasn’t ever been giddy in his life.” Imrath curls his lip. That isn’t enough.

“Shouldn’t be surprised that the one time he doesn’t want to slit throats is when we need him to. That’d be useful.” The man scoffs and it frays the last of Imrath’s temper. He steps off the wall, rolls himself around the beam of the wall and makes himself known. 

Only a little surprised, the man judges him wrong. 

“Hey, you’re still here! You overheard, right? Some good it’s done, bringing him back, huh? How do you even deal with him on the road?” He smiles, sardonic. “Sleep with one eye open? Or… well-” Some of the others chuckle.

Imrath doesn’t always use the skills Vilgaron taught him with a dagger - doesn’t even keep one on him anymore. But he can still move like he’s supposed to, fluid and quick. He leans in, leans down, leans close and bears his fangs. The man is thin, small in a human way. The kind of person Imrath expects to carry a dagger.

“I should tell you that Izek is the only reason I’m here, helping clean the filth from this village again, because the innocents among you deserve our protection - but do not mistake my tolerance for leave to speak freely.” 

Imrath stands himself back up, looming, digging deep for the influence in his dragon blood. “Because I am courteous, I will warn you once. I will not allow you to condemn Izek for the same violence that your rebellion was begging to take advantage of.” 

The man pushes himself up from his seat, crowding Imrath’s chest. “You’re pretty damn stupid if you think he does anything for anyone but himself. I bet he hasn’t admitted to any of it, right? Do you know how many bones get dug up from shallow graves around there with burns and claw marks?”

That does manage to strike a nerve. Imrath has already decided not to push for any real confessions from Izek, against his instincts to pry. Already decided to blame the real villain in his lofty castle. Already decided to help. Again. 

Still. The rage in his chest isn’t new, though letting it out is. The guilt he’s taught himself to feel is easier to bite down than it ever has been. He growls down at this man who is supposed to be his ally. The man steps back, just a half-step. Good.

Millivoj is behind him, sliding around to step in. The Wachter brothers and several other villagers are gathering around the conflict as well. The room is getting crowded.

Imrath ignores their questions and demands for answers, but loosens his shoulders and steps back as well. He pins his feathers back and blows smoke from his nose. “I know that there will be more bones if we don’t stay, so I am going to clean up your mess for a fourth time. And if I catch you talking about your savior like he’s a beast again, I will show you what a real beast is and bury you my self.”

He turns to leave, and as he excuses himself past the friendlier faces, speaking low in his chest, “He’d do well to learn some tact before the fight.”

Imrath is out the door into the darkness, with his hood back on. He’s trying not to smoke when Izek and Wixen join him from the shadows. They had waited. How sweet. 

“Trouble in paradise?” Wixen asks as they sweep between shadows back to the inn for a few hours sleep. Izek is tense, his footsteps louder than usual.

“Not if he’s smart.” 

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I have read your recent post on reynold eckart forgivenss and you have written that the eckart are selfish, as in they don't want Penelope to have friends. Why do u think that? Just curious.

And how do you thibk that sentiment would have applied to og Penelope. Would they be selfish in thier love with her.

Do you think they might have ruined any potential friendships she could have had.

I have this headcanon that og Penelope might have met this upper middle class girl while shopping and found out they have similar tastes in fashion and the like. The girl would have tried to introduce penny to her other friends who are upper middle class too but the eckarts stopped her from going and forced het to cut of this friendship as she wasn't worthy of them since she was middle class and all.

But this is just a headcanon.

But why do the eckarts not only her to go freely outside. Are they afraid of losing her. Or do they not want her to make friends or run away.

because the Eckarts employed a lady's maid for her but not a lady's companion. She doesn't have a chaperone either. And no personal guard. Which suggests to me that the Eckarts always kept her on a tight leash and rarely let her leave the duchy which would make a chaperone or personal guard obsolete. Chaperones were usually not required in situations where an unmarried woman's father was able to accompany his daughter. And we know Duke Eckart is often busy.

That nobody wanted to work for her is a bullshit excuse. The war had just ended and people who are desperate for money don't get to have a choice.

"Women took positions as companions if they had no other means of support, as until the late 19th century there were very few other ways in which an upper- or upper-middle-class woman could earn a living which did not result in a complete loss of her class status."

There are lesbians, there are asexual women, women who abstain from marriage or women who cannot find a man because the war killed enough people that finding a good marriage partner in your own social class was hard. Daughters lost their fathers and brothers, the only breadwinner of the family. Family businesses had to close because the people couldn't afford to buy certain luxury products anymore or the supply chain collapsed. Particularly because Penelope had no friends and was always "cooped up in her room" (Reynolds own words) it is curious that Duke Eckart never thought about bringing in a lady's companion for her. When no commoner maid besides Emily was willing to attend to her, he could have offered to employ one of Penelope's friends from the streets and train her as a maid. That is to say if she had one.

I think she was never given a chance to have a friendship for the reason that she was either sick, injured or under house arrest. There was nothing to ruin. Penelope might have sabotaged her own chances at a friendship due to paranoia that was caused by the constant bullying. Solitary confinement also has negative effects that encompass paranoia, anger, anxiety, depression etc. The page on effects of long-term solitary confinement states that "inmates are often startled easily, and avoid crowds and public places. They seek out confined small spaces because the public areas overwhelm their sensory stimulation". I can see Penelope just hiding behind a pillar and staring at the wall at social events and then scowling and going into a defensive position when someone wants to approach her. If she somehow still managed to make a friendly acquaintance, the Eckart brothers would sabotage that relationship. Reynold indirectly and Derrick directly. The Duke would be happy that Penelope made a friends tho he might be a bit wary.

They didn't think that she would run away or want to leave. That thought never crossed their mind until Penelope mentioned it. Just remember their surprised faces when she expressed her desire to leave. They are kind of possessive of her. I don't know. I don't understand them either.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Process Of Healing (Loki X Stark!Fem!Reader)

Characters: Loki X Stark!Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Spoilers for End Game, mourning, mention of death 

Request: If you can, could you write a thing for me with a stark!reader who was in a relationship w/ Loki, and after everything is over she keeps to herself, doesnt see any of the others, is in her room a lot, y"know general grieving and self-isolating as a (poor) coping mechanism. And then parallel universe Loki (from where he picked up the tessaract) shows up and asks her to come with him and after a lil hesitation she does? If not dont worry, but I thought I might as well ask 🙂

You knew if your dad could see you now, he’d be dragging you out your bedroom by your leg and making you do things, making you try out hobbies to see if anything stuck- anything for you to focus on. But that was the thing though, wasn’t it. He wasn’t there. He couldn’t see you.

The past 12 years had felt like kick after kick in the gut, and it all started because of a tall handsome man with black hair by the name of Loki. Loki had been wandering Earth long before his invasion started, and in that time you ended up meeting him and you two had started dating. Of course the invasion put that to a halt, but after his arrest Thor had snuck you to Asgard to see him, and seeing his face when he saw you made it clear- his feelings were true and were never an act, and he still loved you. You and Thor kept it a secret from Tony, since you both knew that if he found out his daughter was seeing Loki he’d put you on house arrest despite you being a grown woman by that point. It was only when Thor had to tell you that Loki was dead that Tony found out.

Tony didn’t stop you from going to the funeral, and he held you when you cried your eyes out after Thor had told you. It was only weeks after the funeral did he ask for more details, and you gave them as best as you could. First you told him how you met, how you two had continued seeing each other and how Loki was showing signs of redemption- hell, even his parents liked you because of the positive effect you were having on Loki. You told him about the little things Loki did to show he loved you, how gentle he was with you. Tony had smiled as you told him this, and when you finished, he simply told you “I’m sure that if you had more time, you would have been the one person to be able to rehabilitate him.” 

You tried to get back to a normal way of life after that. You put dating on the backburner for the time being, but whenever things seemed to be going well, then something would happen, like Ultron. You and Wanda ended up becoming basically best friends, and you helped her over the death of her brother. Then there was the Civil war, and the little family and friend group you had made had been torn apart, your best friend and other friends on one side, and your dad and other friends on the other, and at the end, you ended up losing contact with most of them until that damn battle with Thanos. Then you felt that loss again by losing your friends, especially Wanda, and it took about a week for them to find your dad, and he had really changed. You still remembered how he was when he woke up. First when he saw you and Pepper, he hugged you out of relief, before he found out who he lost. he became more serious, he didn’t crack jokes. He was almost bitter, and in the five years since the incident, he never got back that little shine about him that you loved. It felt like you lost part of your dad. 

But then you actually lost him. 

You had been home with Morgan since Pepper had gone to help her husband, and you had been keeping her occupied, playing games with her, keeping her mind busy. Televisions were off, as well as the radios, the only music coming from CD’s and your phone playlists to ensure that you wouldn’t get any announcements or interruptions, just in case it was bad news. You were coming up with solutions in your head to every possibility, the worst solution being that they lost and the snap happens again, in which case you were mentally preparing for what was going to happen then. You’d been through it once, you could do it again, right? 

Eventually there was a knock on the door, and you went to get it, seeing Pepper. Alone. You immediately knew what happened, and you pulled her into a hug, before you went with her to tell your little sister the news. It only really seemed to hit you at the funeral during the projection, seeing him saying goodbye. Actually goodbye, forever. And in that moment, you felt that feeling again. The feeling you had felt when you lost Loki. 

The world quickly recovered and healed, and people were back to doing their thing like they used to. Pepper was getting her life back together, supporting Morgan and everyone was around to help. However you seemed a little… forgotten. You guessed people presumed that since you were an adult, you didn’t need as much support as Morgan, that you’d get up and be fine and to just give you space. But the last time you were like this, you had your dad to help you, but he was gone now. But to top it all off? Thor, before leaving with the guardians, admitted to you that Loki had survived and was in hiding for all those years, only to be killed by Thanos, and he had kept it a secret from you purely to save you the heartache as to not make you mourn all over again. 

You were laid in bed, looking up at the ceiling, just lost in your thoughts. Morgan and Pepper had gone on a trip for the day. They’d asked if you wanted to come and you declined. You didn’t want to get out of bed. What was the point? 

“Y/N?” You heard someone call your name distantly, but you didn’t respond, simply rolling onto your side. You shut your eyes, just wanting the world to leave you alone and stop hurting you. “Y/N?” That voice came back, but this time clearer, and this time you were able to identify it. You opened your eyes, sitting up, and turning to look at the other side of the bed. And there he was. 

“Loki?” You asked, not believing your own eyes. However, as you looked at him, you noticed something… his outfit was the same as the day of the battle of New York… his face seemed… younger, his hair was different, like how it was when you first met. You got up, not sure what was happening. Were you finally losing your mind? He was also examining you, concern and pain in his eyes as he saw the state of you. 

“How long have you been waiting for me?” He asked you.

“...nearly 12 years.” You admitted to him. His mouth became slightly agape in shock. “We had one year after the battle together- I got to see you in Asgard but then… I thought you died, you went into hiding, but we never got to see each other again before you were actually killed… And I didn’t find out until 5 years after that… after my dad died as well… That wasn’t that long ago.” You admitted to him, sniffing.

“Oh, my dear…” Loki came around the bed, putting his hand on your arm to sooth you, and the second his skin touched yours, you realised he wasn’t an hallucination. He was real, and you immediately fell into his arms and clung to him tightly. “I’m so sorry you had to wait so long. I promise I won’t leave your side again.”

Loki coaxed you into taking a shower, and he wrapped you in a bathrobe and dried and brushed your hair for you as you told him about all the things he missed out on in your life. About Wanda, Vision and Pietro, about Ultron, about Thor gaining a beer belly which made Loki laugh, and you smiled at the sound of his laughter. You decided to keep out the part about Asgard being destroyed, at least for the time being. You told him about the first fight with Thanos, and how half the population was lost, and how the team had to fight him again, and that’s how you lost your dad. Loki had been quiet throughout your explanation. 

“I told him about us after I thought you died… he actually accepted it. He even said that I’d be the one thing that got you to be a decent person…” You told him. 

“...Do you think if he was here he’d let me take you away?” He asked. You turned to him confused. 

“Where to?”

“Anywhere. Anywhere you want. Doesn’t even have to be on Earth. Just me and you, seeing the stars, hand in hand, making up for lost time. What do you think?” Loki asked. You thought for a moment. Thinking about what you’d be leaving behind. Your friends. Your family. Taking off and not telling them beforehand would be devastating, you could imagine, but as you thought about it… everyone was healing. Everyone had someone else to rely on. Morgan had Pepper. Pepper had what was left of the Avengers, and the Avengers had each other. Hell, you hadn’t heard from Wanda in a long time- she’d gone off on her own adventures. Why couldn’t you do the same? 

“What do I need to pack?” You asked him, and Loki smiled, leaning in and kissing you for the first time in forever. You finally had him back. You had someone who you loved who will be with you forever and will support you. You could finally heal.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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[tortilla-of-courage]

Yeah, kind of insane that the Adoption AU started with a 3am Taco Bell run.

I do actually have a few one shots already written for this AU! There's the Taco Bell story, the time Sky got arrested, the time Twilight got shot, a funny story I wrote based on real events with Twi, Wars and Wind trying to cook, and something based on that one picture of the boys playing the floor is lava by cherypaii(? I think that's the url?). And I have a half finished fic about Lullaby reacting to Time's increase in kids I call "Lullaby reacts to Time's Batman-Level Adoption Bullshit", and a half finished fic introducing Wild's twin. So if anyone is interested in reading some of the fun bits for the AU, since I'm still writing for the plot part (although this conversation has given me inspiration and motivation to write the bit where they find Twi after he was kidnapped, so,) then I'd be happy to post them.

And since you mentioned hoping more info would magically appear, consider this magic.

Midna is a mafia princess, and her family immigrated to get away from it. Zant is her cousin, and his parents followed to make sure Midna's parents didn't embarrass the family. She briefly had to move away after the incident where Twi got shot, but she's back before the plot happens.

Twi and Time both have their face markings in this AU. Time had his tattooed on after the FD incident as a reminder of what he's capable of and what he's lost (considering this plot beat's connection to his family and the Order), for better or worse. Twilight was gifted his by Midna after he fought Zant to try and protect her and Dusk from Zant. The markings are traditional Twili tattoos, painted on with some kind of something that acts as a mix of tattoing and henna, and have to be earned. Twilight's represent courage, boldness and sacrifice.

Warriors has a whole plot I've done nothing with involving Cia being, well, creepy as all get out. Basically I read somewhere that a victim of abuse is more likely to end up in other abusive relationships when looking at how Warriors' bio parents being abusive would effect him and then I remembered Cia and decided to be mean to him.

The underground hospital that took care of Wild after the wreck is called the Shrine of Resurrection because I thought that was a cool way to connect that.

I had this stupid idea once that Midna writes purposefully terrible fanfic and a few people suspected she wrote 'My Immortal' for a while, and when she comes back everyone is like "The Chaos Corner guy's brother is dating the lady who wrote My Immortal???" and Midna decides to set the record straight by doing a small livestream on like, Instagram or something where she explains she's actually dating Dusk. She's reapplying Twi's markings as she says this, and is basically in his lap. Twilight spends the whole thing looking like he wants the floor to swallow him.

Rottla is informed by a therapist that she should try and do something since her kids don't feel safe (which, considering Time got stabbed in their living room, not feeling safe is understandable), and decides the best way to fix this is to teach them how to fight. Time and Lullaby are both black belts in several martial arts and can use most weapons well as a result. To Rottla's credit, this does actually work.

The sorority Warriors befriends is made up of the fairies I saved in his game. Because I love those fairies. They're my favorite part of his game. Also, Proxi is here.

Navi lives! She's rescued by the Order, like how the rest of Deku's kids were. She plays the role of a Great Fairy for the order. Her fairies are actually Warriors' sorority. And Tatl, actually.

Saria is a strong contender to become leader of the Order eventually.

Majora is here and I can't tell based on my outline if I have Time kill Majora or not. So, Time potentially kills a man.

Wind has a boat with an old radio connected to a lighthouse where an old man lives. This old man is Daphnese Nohanssen, but Wind always calls him Red. They talk a lot, and Daphnese is glad he has someone who will talk to him because he is very lonely.

Wild has a motorbike (Master Cycle) that it is honestly a miracle he hasn't wrecked yet. He breaks himself but never the bike. Wars has an older car that he's put some elbow grease in and you'd never know it wasn't new. Twilight has a beat up old pickup truck everyone is just waiting to die, but it hasn't yet. This is impressive, considering Twi does drag racing.

Also, Warriors has a tendency to get in fist fights, and between them and Legend (who is never arrested for the same thing twice), Time happens to be on a first name basis with most of the police in the city. The chief has his number on speed dial for when he needs to go pick up a kid.

Wild's friends are all alive and they love him. Flora is laser focused on helping him with his memory issues. And feeding him weird things. For science.

Wild's twin, Knight, is mute. He speaks in sign. He's also a bit blindsided by how chaotic the house is, but he fits in very well. They buy a roomba that Knight tapes a knife to and blames Wild.

At some point I'll write the fic where someone modifies a nerf gun and things escalate until Time shows up with one of those machine gun nerf guns hooked up to a car battery (a modification he did with help from Sheik and Ruto). Who needs depth perception who you can shoot 60 darts per second? It's chaos and when Malon gets back from a trip she takes this week she finds the house in disarray and a hockey puck in the wall. Clean up takes three days, and they are still finding nerf darts in weird places.

This is off the top of my head. I am certain I am missing something.

Forgive the weird formatting, I don't know what happened there.

-Attllhak

honestly i’d love if you ever posted any of the one shots you have already - and i think i saw one or two other people say they wanted to read the story too in the post where you explained most of the plot, so i’m not alone on this aha

Can i say i love how you somehow connected a lot of their games’ original details and made them make sense in a modern setting???? like it can be a hard thing to accomplish but with wat you just told us here it sounds like you did it amazingly and it makes me all the more excited to see what other connections there are!!! 

[bougredane]

Junot and Marmont attempt to stage a jailbreak.

Napoleon runs into trouble post-Thermidor. Some handle it better than others. From the new Junot bio by Sylvain Dubief : JUNOT, Premier aide de camp de Napoléon (1771-1813). French and my translation under the cut.

Funeste jour que ce 27 juillet 1794 : il s’agit du 9 thermidor an II. Maximilien « le sanglant » est enfin déclaré hors-la-loi, et Augustin, protestant la culpabilité de son frère, demande à partager sa peine ; ce qui lui est immédiatement accordé … Ils meurent ensemble le lendemain sur l’échafaud.

D’un seul coup, comme par magie, ce qui encore quelques jours auparavant paraissait impossible … redevient possible ! Les arrogants et implacables jacobins se terrent, n’osant plus sortir, courbant la tête, essayant vainement de faire oublier leurs méfaits, tandis que les nouveaux représentants du Peuple les traquent et recherchent tous ceux qui ont pu les aider à faire couler le sang des vrais patriotes.

Bonaparte comprend, dès qu’il apprend la nouvelle, que son sort va se jouer dans les jours à venir : il faut rester calme, comme le doit rester un innocent, un homme qui n’a rien à se reprocher, et, même plus, un homme qui a déjà rendu de grands services à la Nation.

Les commissaires Albitte, Salicetti, et Laporte déclarent, au nom du Peuple français, que le général Bonaparte a totalement perdu leur confiance par la conduite la plus suspecte et, surtout, par le voyage qu’il vient d’effectuer récemment à Gênes … ils décrètent donc ce qui suit :

« Le général Buonaparte, commandant en chef de l’artillerie de l’armée d’Italie, est provisoirement suspendu de ses fonctions. Il sera par les soins et sous la responsabilité du général en chef de ladite armée, mis en arrestation et traduit au comité de salut public, à Paris, sous bonne et sûre escorte. Les scellés seront apposés sur tous les papiers et effets … »

Le général doit garder les arrêts de rigueur dans la maison où il loue une chambre, la villa du comte Laurenti, sous la garde de trois gendarmes.

Quant à Junot, à l’inverse de son général, il ne décolère pas et court en tous sens. Bonaparte devant un tribunal ? Condamné ? Guillotiné ? Marmont acquiesce à cette révolte : ils doivent, ensemble, trouver un moyen de le sauver. Ils élaborent rapidement un scénario d’évasion, digne de ces deux jeunes militaires fougueux : il suffit de tuer les gendarmes et de s’enfuir ensuite en Italie.

La vieille masure de Château-Sallé résonne des sanglots de la famille Bonaparte. Lorsque’Andoche y arrive, la pauvre mère du prisonnier, Letizia, est dans tous ses états. Il essaye de la réconforter, lui exposant son point de vue, et, l’assurant que s’il faut en arriver aux pires extrémités, il met à exécution son plan d’évasion. Elle n’a qu’à lui faire un signe de la tête pour acquiescer.

Letizia hésite. Elle connaît bien son Napoléon ; il vaut mieux le consulter avant, plutôt que d’entreprendre une action qui pourrait contrecarrer ses propres desseins. Sage décision.

Dès le lendemain, l’aide de camp fait passer discrètement à son général son audacieux projet et reçoit en retour ce billet :

« Je reconnais bien ton amitié, mon cher Junot, dans la proposition que tu me fais ; depuis longtemps tu connais aussi celle que je t’ai vouée, et j’espère que tu y comptes. Les hommes peuvent être injustes envers moi, mon cher Junot, mais il suffit d’être innocent : ma conscience est le tribunal où j’évoque ma conduite. Cette conscience est calme, quand je l’interroge ; ne fais donc rien, tu me compromettrais.

Adieu, mon cher Junot, salut et amitié. »

Bonaparte a raison et, après avoir dicté à Junot lui-même, le 25 thermidor an II (12 août 1794), un courrier adressé aux représentants du peuple, si clair et convaincant, qu’il est lavé de tout soupçon et remis en liberté dès le 20 août. Tout rentre dans l’ordre.

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A dreadful day, that July 27, 1794: it’s 9 Thermidor, Year II. Maximilian "The Bloody" is finally declared an outlaw, and Augustin, protesting the guilt of his brother, asks to share his sentence; a request which is granted him immediately ... They die together the next day on the scaffold.

Suddenly, as if by magic, what - even a few days before - seemed impossible ... becomes possible again! The arrogant and implacable Jacobins are holed up, not daring to go out, bowing their heads, vainly attempting to make the public forget their misdeeds, while the new representatives of the People hunt them down, seeking out all those who may have aided in the blood-shedding of the true patriots.

Bonaparte understands, as soon as he hears the news, that his fate will play out in the days to come: one must remain calm, as an innocent person should remain, a man who has nothing to be ashamed of, and - even more - a man who has already rendered great service to the Nation.

Commissioners Albitte, Salicetti, and Laporte declare, on behalf of the French people, that General Bonaparte has lost their confidence completely, by the most suspicious conduct and, above all, by the trip he has recently made to Genoa ... they therefore decree the following:

“General Buonaparte, Commander-in-Chief of the Army of Italy's artillery, is provisionally suspended from his duties. He will be placed under the surveillance and responsibility of the General-in-Chief of said army, arrested and brought before the Committee of Public Safety in Paris, under good and sure escort. Seals will be affixed to all papers and effects… ”

The general must concede to his strict confinement within the bounds of the house where he rents a room, the villa of Count Laurenti, under the guard of three gendarmes.

As for Junot, unlike his general, he is far from calm and flies in all directions. Bonaparte in court? Condemned? Guillotined? Marmont humors this agitation: they must, together, find a way to save him. They quickly develop an escape scenario worthy of two fiery young soldiers: they’ll simply kill the gendarmes and then flee to Italy.

The miserable old house of Château-Sallé echoes the sobs of the Bonaparte family. When Andoche arrives there, the prisoner's poor mother, Letizia, is a mess. He tries to comfort her, presenting his view of the matter, and assuring her that, if it comes down to it, he’ll carry out his escape plan. All she has to do is nod her head to agree.

Letizia hesitates. She knows her Napoleon well; it’s better to consult him beforehand, rather than make a move that might thwart his designs. Wise decision.

The next day, the aide-de-camp discreetly passes on this daring project to his general and receives this note in return:

“I recognize your friendship, my dear Junot, in the offer you are making me; You know well enough my own attachment, which I have long devoted to you, and I hope you count upon it. Men can be unjust to me, my dear Junot, but it is enough to be innocent: my conscience is the tribunal where I speak of my conduct. This conscience is calm when I question it; do nothing - you would compromise me.

Farewell, my dear Junot, be assured of my friendship, and all my best."

Bonaparte is right and, after having dictated to Junot himself, on 25 Thermidor, Year II (12 August, 1794) a letter -  so clear and convincing - addressed to the representatives of the people, he is cleared of all suspicion and released on August 20. Everything is in order once again.

....

Many thanks to @joachimnapoleon​ for mentioning the book ! It’s been enjoyable so far, well-written and engaging, and more exact than the other two Junot bios. 

(Even if he does cite that one super wild novel-thing from the Mercure de France ...)

[mothernerd]

blood 5 - Strange/Stark!Reader

Relationship: Dr. Strange/Princess!Stark!Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Adult Themes, eventual smut, adult language, implied sexual violence, general violence

Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of the legendary King Anthony Stark, Uniter of Lands, The Iron Defender, and leader of the realm. When the king disappears during battle, hope is lost and he is presumed dead.

When the late king’s uncle, Obadiah, takes the throne until your brother Peter is of age, he quickly arranges a marriage for you with a wicked king in a neighboring kingdom.

With the realms politics in question, and rumors of an upcoming siege to overthrow Peter’s rule before it starts, you quickly learn who is loyal to the crown and who is not.

part 4 - part 6 

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5 - a gift for the princess

Stephen wove through the rowdy crowds of the pub, just jumping out of the in time to avoid being covered in vomit. Men sang, women laughed, and the ale was flowing. 

He had to give Natalia some credit for choosing such a clever cover for their meeting in the back of the pub. 

Spying the owner, John nodded his head toward a discreet door behind the bar. 

Stephen slipped past the crowds, ducking under the tray of a hurrying barmaid, and slipping into the room. 

Natalia was sitting in a chair, rising when he walked into the room. She started talking but Stephen’s attention was fixed on the dark haired prince across the space. 

“What is he doing here?” he demanded sharply, throwing a finger toward the prince. “You’re supposed to be in Asgard.”

“That’s what I’m trying to explain you sack of stupid man,” she shoved him toward an empty chair. “There was a complication.”

Stephen immediately noted that James wasn’t in the room. Neither was the man he’d sent them after. 

“I’m- so sorry,” he started but Loki burst out laughing. 

“Honestly, you’re the Sorcerer Supreme?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “James isn’t dead.”

“Will you both shut up,” Nat snapped at the pair. “James is with the quarry in a rented room across town. Loki?”

He sighed and grabbed hers and Stephen’s hand, a cloud of green smoke enveloping them. 

When the air cleared, they were in the room of an inn Stephen had visited frequently over the years, the space relatively unchanged for the two figures who glanced up at their entrance.

James was leaned back in a chair, picking out pieces of an apple, while Master Mordo sat on the edge of the bed with a book. 

“Mordo?” Stephen asked, astonished at seeing the man before him. “I thought you were dead.”

“As far as Brock is concerned, I am,” he replied, standing to take the other sorcerers hand in greeting. 

“I don’t understand,” he looked between the group before Loki broke the silence. 

“He’s the one who poisoned the princess,” Loki gestured to Mordo, a smirking tugging on his lips. 

Stephen’s hands lit up with shields in a heartbeat, a glowing dagger at Mordo’s throat. 

“Explain,” he hissed.

“Stephen, calm yourself, it’s a misunderstanding,” he replied. “I’m trying to help.”

Stephen lowered his weapon slightly, signaling for the man to continue. 

“The spell was supposed to put her to sleep,” he explained. “Brock is planning something wicked with Obadiah and the princess is key. I needed a means of moving her without stirring attention.”

Stephen’s hands fell to his sides, spells disappearing as they fell. That explained the black smoke when he’d cleared the spell from your system- an unusual occurrence for a simple poisoning. 

“Obadiah plans to wed the princess to Brock in order to secure his army,” Mordo relaxed a little with the active threat to his life now gone, continuing his explanation. “Obadiah is the one who ordered King Anthony dead. He means to secure the throne and kill the prince, but Brock intends to double cross him and secure everything for himself after the prince is dead.”

“Our men wouldn’t let that happen,” Stephen shook his head. 

“That’s not the concern,” Mordo murmured, exchanging an uneasy look with Loki over Stephen’s shoulder. “Securing a lineage in the princess’ bloodline makes his claims all the more legitimate. 

The trickster snapped his fingers and Natalia and James froze into place. Time had been temporarily stopped for all but the three magic users. 

“Stephen, there’s something you need to know,” Loki explained, looking to Mordo who nodded solemnly. “What do you know of the princess’ lineage?” 

“Her father was the late king, Peter is her brother-,” he started but Loki stopped him with a wave of his hand. 

“Her maternal lineage?” he asked. “Her mother, Queen Alexandra, was born of a powerful family of seidr magic users, she was one of the last of the fallen kingdom of Vanaheim.”

“Seidr is extinct,” Stephen shook his head in disbelief but the older sorcerers sighed. “It’s been extinct for centuries.”

“It was said to have died with the queen,” Mordo picked up. “And we let that rumor circulate to take any interested parties interest off of the royal family, in particular a newborn baby girl.”

“I was a child at the time, but my family was consulted by King Anthony for a remedy for his child. He’d lost his wife to greed and desire for her power. He wanted to prevent losing the baby in the same way,” Loki explained. “My mother’s most promising student, Amora, volunteered to the task. She sealed away the princess’ intrinsic power, effectively removing her from the attention of other magic users.”

“Loki had been the princess’ intended for this reason,”  Mordo added quietly. “It was a means to protect both the princess and the kingdom from the untapped power going astray as she got older.”

“I was raised to ensure this secret went to the grave with those few who knew,” he explained, sending Stephen a knowing smirk. “Since there hadn’t been much concern as she grew, and the princess had obvious affections elsewhere, it was decided the marriage could wait.”

Elsewhere, being himself, Stephen realized sheepishly. To what extent did their unspoken affection further endanger the kingdom’s stability? Had he declared his intentions sooner, could he have prevented Brock’s move in the first place?

“When Amora was exiled of Asgard, she built a ruthless reputation that caught the attention of my former King,” Mordo frowned between the men. “Brock was, needless to say, very interested in a particular piece of information Amora provided about the princess. He banished me and ordered Amora to have me killed, but I managed to escape.”

“Brock intends to marry the princess and have Amora force the princess into his control,” Loki’s voice lowered sharply. “Her seidr would serve as an unlimited pool of power for both Brock and Amora, and the princess would be helpless to do anything about it.”

“Can’t he just have her marry him under the spell as well?” Stephen frowned, knowing a number of appropriate spells off the top of his head. It wouldn’t have been the first time he heard of someone using unethical means to sefure a union. 

“That’s where this gets interesting,” Loki snickered, looking to Mordo in amusement. “I haven’t had an opportunity to strengthen my cloaking spell around her. I’d managed to renew it when I said goodbye the day of the funeral, but it’s weakened significantly in the meantime.” 

“Amora’s magic is too weak to penetrate pure seidr, so the princess would have to be bound in marriage before she could twist her will,” Mordo explained. “The marriage ceremony she intends to perform to Brock’s customs will involve blood magic, and no matter the princess’ true feelings, she’ll be stuck trapped unless he is killed or the marriage is annulled in some other manner.”

“But that’s where this gets fun,” Loki purred in excitement. “The princess is in love with you. If her seidr continues in that direction, she should be able to continue to fight Amora’s influence. Possibly even after a union, if somehow this all falls through.”

The thought sent a little tickle off hope through his chest. At least if he stayed true in his desire, Stephen could protect you a little longer. Still, the marriage needed to be stopped before that even became a concern. 

Not only was your wellbeing at stake, but Brock could not be left in control of the region with Amora at his side.

“Then what can we do?” Stephen asked and Loki waved his wave, breaking the time freezing spell and picking up without missing a beat. 

“I’ll protest the union, as her original intended,” he replied. “Because the princess trusts you, you play the most important part in this all.”

Stephen listened while the group detailed their plan. It was an ambitious scheme, but Stephen had to admit, if they all played their parts to perfection- it could work. 

But would it come at the cost of losing your good faith forever?

(—)

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Stephen cupped his forehead, the headache forming when he saw Peter hunched over with a cloak over his head, speaking discreetly to a group of cloaked figures. 

They’d just finished their plan when he spied the poorly disguised prince and his friends. 

“...cannot stand,” he was saying before his gaze wandered to Stephen’s approaching form and he cringed. 

“What’s going on here?” Stephen asked, crossing his arms. The other figures turned around.  Lord Ned and Lady Michelle. “Don’t tell me... are you planning a coup?”

Peter’s eyes went wide and he gestured for Stephen to sit, grabbing the sorcerer by the sleeve of his robes and pulling him down.

“Don’t speak so casually,” he snapped, ushering the sorcerer into an empty seat. “Surely you’ve heard?”

“I’ve heard a great many things, probably more than you, your highness,” he answered sarcastically. “Do be more specific.”

“About the wedding?” he raised a brow, watching for a reaction. 

“Of your sister? I’ve just learned,” he murmured, leaning in and ignoring the pointed looks his companions by the door gave him. 

“Brock intends to propose tomorrow,” he explained. “But Obadiah isn’t telling my sister until the morning. He’s taken my mother and Morgan under house arrest.”

That was a bigger development than Stephen had expected from the boy. 

“He intends to kill the youngest princess and queen mother if the princess does not marry Brock,” Michelle added, looking forlornly at the table. 

“Where’s the princess now?” Were the next words out of Stephen’s mouth. 

When he’d left you hours before, you’d been sound asleep in your chamber. With the wards and protections he’d thrown around you, there wasn’t any reason you shouldn’t still be there.

“Safe in bed,” Peter assured him. “We need a plan. Brock’s army is twice the size of our without our allies.”

“Allies?” Loki had dropped into the bench, shoving Stephen to the side. “Do continue, your majesty.”

“Can  you can open the border and prepare your troops?” Peter asked the prince hopefully, but Loki frowned. 

“No, but I might be able to stall the marriage,” he replied coolly, a subtle wink toward Stephen. “You know how your sister and I have danced around one another. It’s time I make my claim.”

Peter scoffed, nodding toward Stephen. 

“Is he okay with that?” he asked boldly, earning a laugh from the other prince. 

“Strange knows his place,” Loki answered cockily. “He swore his little oaths and we both know the current king isn’t going to let him out as easily as your father would have. What other option does the princess have?”

Peter’s gaze feel on Stephen having been not entirely convinced, but against Stephen’s better instinct, he nodded mechanically. 

It was your best chance of survival. He had his own role to play down the line, so he let Loki convince the group of his undying love and affection for you. 

By the end, Peter seemed convinced that the Asgardian prince could get the marriage thrown away.

While the men gathered and discussed their plans, no one noticed the young Lady and the redhaired assassin conversing quietly in the shadows. 

Nor did they notice when they slipped out the back to meet with an old friend. 

(—)

Wanda found Stephen scribbling down notes on a piece of floating parchment the next morning. Books were floating through the air, and he meticulously thumbed through pages as they moved around him. 

It was clear her friend had been up all night, the bags under his eyes exposing the unspoken truth. 

On the table was an array of ingredients, a small flame burning under a concoction of bubbling green. 

“What are you up to, Strange?” she asked suspiciously when she saw the chapter of the last book he had consulted. “An elixir?”

“A gift-,” he let out a tired sigh, eyes looking miserably to the paperwork strewn in front of him.

“For whom?” Wanda’s eyes widen and her brows shot to her hairline when she read through the incantation. She knew it well, an old, but reliable mixture.

“For the princess.”

(--) 6 - a promise 

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[ivyuns]

landing in my heart: paragliding

han jisung

genre: angst

word count: 2.1k

warnings: location spots are in north and south korea, language, mentions of mines, weapons, death, cliffhanger, if i missed anything plz lmk :)

A/N: first part of landing in my heart series! changsik is y/n’s helper for la vie en rose

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“tomorrow, the story about you and actor sangu will be posted”

“itll say how you two were just pranking fans that you two are together. as you see, the picture just shows that you were just holding his wrist. plus your face is blurred so there shouldnt be a problem” changsik says.

you turn off your phone and start paying attention to changsik. “okay but can we do something about the blur effect?” you asked. “oh, do you want me to ask them to blur your face more?” “no, its just that they put the effect on my earrings. you know those earrings are rare to get in the collection”

everyone in the meeting takes a big sigh. “ah, purchasing manager. what are you going to do?” you asked as he slams his note taking book close. “pardon?” “the earrings, purse, shoes. you need to make sure theyre in stock at all times” nodding his head, he goes to restock the items you told him to.

exiting your office, everyone talks about you. “is that her?” “she looks ugly in person” “hes probably with her for her money”. continuing walking behind your bodyguards, you get a call from an unknown number.

“look at you. you look like a celebrity or something”

“who is this?”

“i- you dont even have my number saved? its your eldest brother, sejun.  anyways since you dont keep up with the news, dad is coming back home from probation. you should probably come by the house and greet him”

pausing your tracks, “is this your number?” “yes, please just save it” “dont get another number or blocking it for two times will be annoying” you said and blocked sejun.

hesitating to enter your family’s house as you heard sejun and sehyeong argue about who will be deserves to inherit the family company during diner and your dad yelling out where were you. stepping into the house, the house was quiet.

“hello dad. congratulations on getting out on probation. i heard you wanted me to be here. is there anything you need to speak to me about?”

“you should move back in” “is that all? i was wondering why. you look great by the way. please take care of your heath. i just came here to say hello so ill be leaving now” you waved goodbye and walked towards the exit.

“i want you to take my position” you dad tells you before you could exit the room. “dad!” your brothers yell out. turning around, you see everyone looking at you as your mom shakes her head towards you. “you left home and started your own company for 10 years, i think you deserve it”

hesitating to answer, you agreed to take the position which annoyed the brothers. finally exiting the room, you left the house with fear in you.

“shall we start?” you asked as everyone gets your parachute ready for paragliding. running off the cliff, you begin floating in the sky with a huge smile on your face. “miss yoon, please be careful!”

peacefully enjoying the scenery, you take notes on how beautiful it was. you then see a floating tractor. worry takes place as you realize theres a tornado happening. trying to not get in it, the wind forcefully takes you to the tornado, making you scream out for help.

-

north korean boarder

jisung heads to the northern side of demilitarized zone to patrol with company five and a few other soldiers and hears shooting going on. quietly walking into the direction of everything going on as a group, jisung stops as soon as he hears what type of guns theyre using.

“captain han, theyre heading into this direction, judging by the sound of the gunshots” hyunjin pauses, “maybe its a deserter from the south-” “the combat site is 400m away from our current location. going in at 11 o’clock, total count is 10. k2 automatic title, six in total. and tokarev tt-33, three are in use” jisung tells them.

“whats tt-33?” seungmin asked. “theyre our camrades” jisung answered and started walking with his group behind him. seeing whats going on as he saw three men on the ground and the military of the south, he gave him group a signal to continue walking. lifting their guns up, the southern sees them and puts their guns up as well.

“step back. take one more step and youll enter our garrison” jisung shouts out. “hand these three over and well be gone” one of the soldiers said. “theyre our camrades” jisung answers. “captain! we got the state security departments approval and came here to hunt deers but we got lost by the tornado” one of the men on the ground said.

“they crossed the southern limit line and caught digging cultural artifacts” the same soldier said and shows proof. “is anyone injured?” jisung asked as the southern military puts their guns towards him more. “the problem is solved. put your guns down and we will too. i swear on my countrys honor and will stictly punish them. when it comes to punishments, we, the north will certainly outdo the south. well drop our weapons on the count of three.”

by the count of three, everyone puts their weapons down. the three men on their knees sees a gun in front of them and grabs it. trying to shoot the soldiers, jisung quickly grabs them. everyone puts their guns up till- “just return, dont get into conflict with the north” “do you hear me? dont conflict with the south” the radios from both sides said.

after gathering the three men and tying them, company five got them as jisung stayed behind. making sure the south was gone.

back at the gate, jisung is in front of the car that the three men are in as he waits from cheolgang to arrive. seeing him arrive, he stands up straight and salutes him, as well as hyunjin and seungmin. cheolgang sees the three men in the car and turns to jisung.

“greetings sir. company five is is on standby to transfer the grave robbers, who we arrested in the northen demilitarized zone” jisung tells cheolgang. “good work. anything else?” jisung relaxes and tells him how some of the fences were down due to the tornado. “we should tighten security for the area thats damanged until everything is fixed”

cheolgang nods his head. “they probably crossed the southern line due to misunderstanding so let their punishment be lenient” “it happened in our patrol zone. this cannot be taken lightly” “you are well aware that the state security department gave them permission for them to be here” cheolgang says.

“are you saying that they gave them permission to pass the demilitarized zone just to collect artifacts?” jisung asked, feeling annoyed with cheolgang. “of course not, captain han” he chuckles, making company five tensed. “i told the south that they will be taken for punishment, and i shall keep that promise” “do whatever you want, but i do have a promise. i, jo cheolgang, never go easy on anyone. no matter what their ranks are. if you create any act that may threaten our army security, youll be finished right on the spot. but of course, youll never do that” cheolgang finishes. jisung salutes him as he leaves.

south korea

“but i need to get there, i need to see miss yoon” changsik says as he heard people said that youre nowhere to be found. as he sees someone on the stretcher, he starts tearing up as he thinks youre dead. the police comforts him and sees the cameraman that was supposed to take videos of you in the sky. “hey! wheres my boss?” changsik yells at him. “i dont know” he cries out in pain. “didnt you have a camera? why didnt you take a video of everything?” “in that situation, i couldnt. i nearly died!”

changsik was left alone as the rest of the rescue crew tried to find you. “gosh why did you have to make yourself do this y/n”

-

north korean boarder

you wake up, high up in a tree. as you yell out for help. as jisung and seungmin is around the area, he stops walking and asks seungmin if he heard anything. shaking his head, seungmin gets a call from the other company five members, asking for him to come back and help with the fence. jisung gives him a signal to go and looks around the area.

as jisung sees you in the trees, you look down. “excuse me, can you help me get out of here” seeing his metal and gun pointing at you, you quickly unbuckle everything and falls onto jisung. realizing, you quickly get off of him.

“ah, did you come here from the north? are you a defector? welcome to the republic of korea” you said. “r-republic of korea? i think youre mistaken. i didnt go to the south. you came to the north” not believing what he said, you looked around and saw his serious face. “since you came here, youll be taken for investigation” jisung says. “huh?! wait i didnt mean to come here at all-” “then explain everything to them like that.

after arguing, you ran but was stopped by jisung yelling you to stop since theyre mines in the area. “dont move or else youll loose an ankle-” jisung pause as he accidentally steps on a mine. “are you okay” you asked. “im fine” “are you sure because you dont look fine-” “i said im fine!”

jisung grabs his walkie talkie to call seungmin for help when his grip failed and the device fell into the river. walking to the walkie talkie, you picked it up. “thank you for picking it up-” “who said i was gonna give it to you?” jisung sighs. “tell me which way i need to go first” “follow the path and when you meet with two paths, take the right one”

after telling you the directions, seungmin calls out jisungs name. “im here!’’ jisung yells out. fear taking over you, you quickly ran.

seungmin finds jisung on a mine and quickly sets him free. “captain han, is there anything wrong?” seungmin asks. “let the crew know that someone is in the zone by accident” “huh? is it a spy?” “no, a south korean girl who accidentally came here” seungmin nods his head and lets the crew know what happened by radio.

as you ran, you took the left path instead, not trusting jisung. you came across of a field that had a sign saying ‘mine field’. turning around to a safer route, you see the soldiers looking for you. headed to the minefield instead, you ran through it and the soldiers made a detour to get you.

as seungmin and hyunjin are trying to get you, you saw a broken tree on the fence, thinking it will lead you to the south again. as youre on the top, you see the two men giving you signals to not go there. not listening, you jumped over the fence as you saw hyunjin raise his gun at you and fired.

as you kept running, you passed jeongin who was reading a letter from his mother in the fields. as you were running still, you ran into a forest and tripped on a rock. “mom-” you said quietly. trying to pull yourself up, you go back into the past. everytime you fell, you would always cry out for your moms name. but realizing how weak you relationship with her was weak and she was not here with you.

regaining your strength, you got up and walked.

back in south korea, your mom gets a call saying that you were lost and tells the rest of the family. sejun and sehyeong and their wives are pleased, knowing that one of them will get their dads position.

“honey, you need to make sure you get this position” sanga tells sehyeong. “but you still need to find minseok” sehyeong nods. “dont worry sanga”

“hyung. do you think sehyeong will find me?” minseok asks mr oh. “i think we should go somewhere else, i dont think its safe here anymore” minseok nods his head and packs up to go somewhere else.

as an old lady asks for a ride as she sees military trucks, she was rejected. she then sees three men in one of the trucks. as they hit the end of the road, she sees another truck hitting them and another one, making the truck that the three men are in fall into a ravine and explode. she gathers her stuff and tries to run away when another truck runs into her.

after walking for miles in the dark, you ran into a village. feeling relieved, you smiled. until you saw the lights shut on, you were met with music going on. seeing everyone getting ready for their morning routine, she now believes shes deeper into north korea,

just as the leader enters the village, jisung quickly grabbed you and hid you in his chest from getting caught.

[cultofbeatles]

beginners guide to the beatles

 made one of these a long time ago but i'm surprised by how short it was. so here we go again. doing it right this time lol. 

pov: you told a bad joke and now the beatles are judging you. 

john winston lennon. later in his life known as john winston ono lennon. 

born on october 9, 1940 

i believe in astrology bc how does john just happen to be a libra 

when john was four he started living with his aunt mimi who acted more as his mother figure 

his mother, julia, remarried and would visit him quite a bit.

it was julia who taught john how to play banjo and piano. and she bought his first guitar.

they both had a deep love for music and rock n roll 

he never really thought of her as his mother but more as a cool friend i suppose 

aunt mimi was more rough on him and did the disciplining 

his father was never really present growing up and his uncle passed away when he was young 

he thought he was a curse for the men in his family 

he had five half siblings. two of them, julia and jacqueline, he was pretty close to. the other three he barely knew. 

fashion icon.

hated school but loved art 

very early on he was insecure with himself 

teachers always shit on him and said he would go nowhere in life 

he met paul at a church fete on july 6, 1957 

paul taught him how to play guitar properly.

once told paul that he didnt know how paul carried on after his mother died bc he just didn't think he could do it 

john’s mother died from being hit by an off duty policemen. john was seventeen at the time. 

 he took her death really hard and became a bit of a recluse. 

first serious relationship was with cynthia (we stan her) 

once cynthia cut her hair short and he didn't talk to her for two days. 

hate men. kill all men. 

when he asked her to dance at a party she turned him down saying that she was engaged, and so he said “well i didn't ask you to fucking marry me, did i?” 

slapped her once bc he was drunk and another boy was talking to her.

only time her hit her.

read cynthia’s books about john pls. i beg. 

once a psychic told him that he would be shot in the states.

founder of the beatles and also came up with the name.

instruments he could play: guitar, harmonica, rhythm guitar, banjo, keyboard, piano, saxophone, bass guitar, and a little drums. 

main songwriter in the beatles along with paul.

was more open minded to change in the beatles music. 

was insecure in his relationship with paul after a while bc he thought he only needed him for songwriting. 

would bitch about paul all day long but the second anyone else said something about him he’d be on their ass. 

had a lot of issues and needed a good hug. 

suffered from eating disorders, drug addictions, depression, insecurities, and questioned his sexuality bc of the time. 

was super open minded and ahead of his time in many instances. 

once he was called “the fat beatle” and after that he stopped eating as much.

truly loved his first son, julian lennon, and would buy him presents all the time bc he was excited to see him play with them.

“your famous ex husband”

he enjoyed playing monopoly. 

he once claimed that he saw a ufo.

he had written three books but he always wanted to write a children's book.

 the last song he ever performed in front of a live audience was “i saw her standing there.” with elton john.

he was afraid of the dark. 

found out later in his life that he was dyslexic. 

was also legally blind without glasses.

never could catch a break huh.

said that his best lyric ever was “all you need is love” i agree.

the first time yoko and john met was not at her art exhibit but actually when she approached him about giving away songs for free.

wanted to write a musical with paul. 

once a friend dared him to masturbate ten times in one day and he managed to do it nine times.

would hold circle jerks with paul and a few other friends. 

just dudes being dudes. 

went on a holiday with brian epstein, who was gay, and told some people afterward that they did certain sexual things. but we will never know for sure.

yoko says that john was bisexual.

once in an interview he said that he would of married a rich man or woman if he wasn't in the beatles. 

hated his voice on records. would always ask for effects on his voice for final recordings. 

made a film with yoko where it was just his penis going from flaccid to erect for fifteen minutes in slow motion. 

only beatle not to of become a vegetarian while he was alive. 

murdered on december 8, 1980.

gave his autograph earlier in the day to the man who would murder him.

died at the age of 40.

“all my loving” was played while he was at the hospital.

and its spooky bc a lot of times in interviews he would say “when i'm 40..” 

and it’s sad bc he was finally becoming who he truly wanted to be. 

honorable john moments that i love:

“thanks for the purpler hearts” he says while receiving the silver heart 

“you are the first person from liverpool that i've ever seen” “great”

eric lennon on my mind today 

this come together performance where he messed up the lyrics lol

that interview where paul was sick and john keep checking on him 

john lennon speaking nothing but facts 

when he said that he could see the beatles going separate ways but that they'd always come back together.

SHUT UP 

“shut up while he’s talking..”

this interview breaks my heart sometimes 

and this interview is great as well 

sir james paul mccartney 

born on june 18, 1942

if you ever have spare time just check out this man’s natal chart. 

idk how he’s still alive with his chart tbh. 

he has a younger brother named mike and a step sister named ruth. 

his dad thought he was the ugliest baby he’d ever seen when he was born. 

when he was young paul would kill frogs in a way to prepare himself for the war if he ever was drafted. 

the first instrument he ever learned to play was the trumpet.

I don't even want to list every instrument this man can play but trust me when I say it’s a lot.

but for the beatles he mainly did bass, vocals, and piano. sometimes playing the guitar and the drums.

the beatles was just paul moving really, really fast. 

he lost his mother when he was 14 due to surgery for breast cancer.

never really learned how to cope well with loss of a loved one tbh. 

had the cutest chubby cheeks as a kid tbh 

met john and was accepted into his band 

sometimes they'd ditch school together and either work on music or would visit art galleries.

went to paris with john and john bought him all the banana milkshakes that he wanted.

connected over their love and admiration for music, and bc they had both lost their mothers. 

had a girlfriend’s mom who he would make comb his leg hairs. 

was an ass to his first girlfriend.

kill all men again. 

almost had to marry his girlfriend dot bc she was pregnant, but she ended up losing the baby.

was the one who introduced george harrison to john.

practically despised pete best and stuart stutcliffe bc they were bringing the group down. 

got arrested along with pete best bc they lit a condom on fire in hamburg.

still felt awful and a little guilty when stuart died suddenly. 

main force behind the beatles imo. 

without him we’d have not as much beatles music as we do. 

was dating jane asher throughout majority of the sixties. 

when they first met they talked about syrup and paul fell in love.

they broke things off after she walked in on him sleeping with another woman though.

directed magical mystery tour and it was amazing and I don't care what anyone says ok?

when john divorced cynthia he was the only one not scared of john and went against his wishes of not speaking to cynthia.

was a little controlling at times. 

has a good heart though. 

mal evans had to drive him home once after a beatles sessions bc he was crying so hard. 

was talking about getting the band back to touring when john said he was leaving the group. 

everyone kind of turned against him when the beatles were breaking up and i hate it.

he just wanted what was best for the band.

married linda and had a nice little farm. 

we love that story.

linda i'm free thursday if you want to hang out pls.

started up the whole “no meat monday” thing where you don't eat monday on mondays

food meat. not the other kind of meat.

children: james mccartney, stella mccartney, heather mccartney, mary mccartney, and beatrice mccartney. 

rip martha. 

WINGS!! 

he lost linda in 1998 due to cancer.

 cried for a whole year bc of it.

still has dreams about john and says they're nice.

wrote a sad song about john called “here today.”

really loved john. like..he truly, genuinely did. 

want someone to love me like paul does john. 

“think of me every now and then old friend.”

honorable paul moments:

his story about george’s dad 

“john? he was beautiful. very beautiful.”

humpty dumpty rap 

another story about him and george.

his google search video that I watch every week 

this 

george harrison 

born: February 24, 1943 

or at least we think 

bc he use to say that his birthday was february 25, but later started saying it february 24. 

why can't we change our birthdays its not like we picked it 

he was the youngest child.

baby of the family and of the beatles awwww

two older brothers named harry and peter. one older sister named louise.

when george’s mom was pregnant with him she’d play sitar music.

his mom was super supportive of his career choice 

when he was 16 he worked as an electricians apprentice.

his dad kind of hoped he would start a family business out of it.

george said nah

would ride the bus opposite way of his house just to spend time with paul 

headbutted a kid bc he didn't think they were worthy of paul’s friendship 

was brought into the band bc of paul insisting to john 

would follow john around like a lost puppy when he first met him 

once had an eight hour erection. don't ask me how idk he said it.

was 17 when he lost his virginity and the other band members were in the room watching and cheered him when he finished 

most sex craved beatle tbh 

once walked into a girls dressing room and asked if they could stand there so he could masturbate 

he was the first beatle to go to america 

got a black eye for defending ringo once 

would make john and paul take turns sharing rooms with ringo when he first joined the band so that he felt more welcomed 

when ringo left during the white album and then came back george decorated the studio with flowers for him 

during the beatles first recording session he told george martin that he didn't like his tie

became a vegetarian at 22 

favorite candy was jelly beans and purple was his favorite color 

used the phrase “grotty” in the hard days night movie, hated it, but everyone else picked up on the slang 

met his first wife, pattie boyd, on the set of a hard days night 

was turned down by her at first 

they married in 1966

wouldn't let her do modeling stuff and was kind of an ass 

a stylish couple but not the best image for a healthy relationship 

got into eastern religion around 1965 

during the Hamburg days he would eat chicken on stage 

had an affair with ringo’s first wife maureen 

got a divorce from pattie in 1977

in 1978 he married olivia who he stayed with until his death and had one son with. dhani.

was the first beatle to hit a number one single and album. 

was buddies with led zeppelin

inspired their “rain song” 

smashed a piece of cake on john bonham’s head and then was thrown into the pool by him 

he financed and produced films. had a production company.

tom petty said that george never shut up once you started talking to him 

but he was often referred to as “the quiet beatle”

formed another band called the traveling wilburys

he’d answer questions online in the 2000′s and it’s the cutest thing ever and his answers break my heart too.

“what do you miss most about john lennon?” “john lennon.”

in 1999 a schizophrenic person broke into his house and stabbed him 40 times 

thank god olivia was there bc she was the only braincell in the room 

had to get a part of his lung taken out 

died november 29, 2001 from lung cancer 

ashes were scattered into the ganges river 

honorable george moments:

this interview he did with ringo 

“i'm sad bc i can't play guitars with john anymore. but i did that...i know we’ll meet again some day.”

when he invented reaction videos 

“the wind was blowing.” “..blowing my girl?”

“what kind of girl do you like?” “john’s wife.”

sir richard starkey aka ringo starr 

born on july 7, 1940 

oldest member in the group 

has no siblings 

naturally was left handed but his grandma thought it was bad luck so he writes right handed, and plays drums with a right handed kit 

but does everything else left handed

when he was 6 he fell into a two month coma 

was a very sick child 

when he was 13 he was in the hosiptal for tuberculosis and formed a hospital band 

grew up poor 

loves and looked up to his stepfather a lot 

his step father bought him his first drum kit in 1957

wasn't that great in school bc he missed so much of it from being so sick 

he worked for a britain railway for a while 

also served drinks on a day boat for a job 

loves dancing 

Rory storm and the hurricanes 

got his nickname from all the rings he would wear

replaced pete best as the beatles drummer 

dealt with people hating him for a bit bc they liked pete more 

had to style his hair in a bowl cut to be in the band and i'm still mad at them for making him do that shit 

ringo i'm so sorry 

george martin didn't really like his drumming and had a session drummer come in for the first album 

in 1964 he had tonsillitis, pharyngitis, and high fever all at once and had to be in the hospital for a bit.

was worried the beatles would replace him for good 

he’s a cancer don't worry

was the first beatle to try weed 

drummers always go first huh 

married his first wife, maureen, in 1965 

she kissed paul, ringo, and george.

what a champ

honeymoon was ruined by reporters 

was really insecure in his relationship and needed a lot of reassurance 

had a great relationship with pretty much all the beatles 

but a great one with john 

john felt his most relaxed when he was with ringo

was once in a movie with roger daltrey 

divorced maureen in 1975 

his wife now is barbara bach who he married in 1981 

had alcohol problems 

once gotten so drunk that he beat barbara so badly that he thought he killed her 

put himself into rehab after that 

barbara lowkey looks like jan from the office 

children: zak, lee, and jason

zak is the drummer for the band the who 

peace and love 

but don't send me fan mail anymore 

peace and love 

ringo starr and the allstar band (starting 1981)

was the narrator for thomas the tank engine 

will play at paul’s concerts sometimes now for fun 

mad bc he came on stage during paul’s last concert show and it was on my birthday and I couldn't go to it 

honorable ringo moments:

“do you want me to come with you?”

stupid barbara walters 

talking about paul 

giving us a little dance 

[inky-duchess]

Court Archetypes: The Dethroned Royals

So obviously I was inspired by The Crown to write this post. Pre-WWI Royalty has always piqued my interest, my favourites of course being the Romanovs who I've been obsessed with since I was like six. But the tragic ends and fates of royals who have been deposed have always caught my interest. So in this post, also inspired by an ask sent in by @therealcommanderbear , we'll be discussing displaced/dethroned royalty and their fates.

Usually when we see this in fiction we have 3 categories.

The Fighter

This displaced monarch fights for what is theirs. They will attempt to win or win back their thrones and kingdoms that are rightfully theirs.

Edward IV: Edward IV was displaced in 1470. He fled for his life after meeting the combined forces of his brother the Duke of Clarence and the Earl of Warwick. He escaped by boat with his close friends and his younger brother, almost drowning at sea before landing in Burgundy. His family escaped to sanctuary where his son, Edward was born. After a chat with the Duke of Burgundy who was kinsman and ally of the king, he returned to England after six months and smashed his enemies in battle at Barnet and Tewkesbury.

Henry Tudor/VII: Henry went into exile at fourteen after the fall of his house. He lived in Brittany with his uncle, waiting in the wings until there was opportunity to return to England. In 1483, an offer was made to let him come home and take up his Dukedom. But in the chaos after the death of the current king, the offer was forgotten. Henry attempted to invade with help from the Duke of Buckingham but was beaten by the weather. He returned in 1485 and won the throne, installing the House of Tudor and ending the Plantagenet line.

Margaret of Anjou & Edward of Westminster: After Henry V died, the kingdom was left to his young son Henry VI. He was not the best king, most adept at praying and sleeping. During the unrest that would eventually unseat him, his wife Margaret took control of their armies and fought for the throne. She was exiled but returned with a Scottish army. She lost some battles and won a few but was eventually beaten and the crown was lost. But after a shock defection from an enemy, the Earl of Warwick, she and her son aimed to take back the throne. The kingdom was won by Warwick yet the Queen and Prince were trapped in France thanks to bad weather. By the time they landed, Warwick was dead, the York king was back and they were effectively fucked. They made a dash to Wales hoping to find support but thanks to a flooded river they were forced to fight at Tewkesbury where the prince died and the queen was captured.

The Refugee

Some royals escape from the coups and revolutions that displace them. They usually flee to family members in other countries or allies in hope that they will shelter them or help them.

Alice of Battenburg & Prince Philip of Edinburgh (Greece & Denmark): After the Greco-Turkish war, things in Greece were getting though for the royal family. After much consideration, the coup that took over exiled Prince Andrew, Princess Alice and their four daughters and their infant son. Famously little Prince Philip was sleeping in a converted fruit crate while this happened. They went to Germany, France and England hopping about without a home. The princesses married into mainly German families and Philip worked in the Navy. In 1952, he married Princess Elizabeth heir to the English throne and shed his foreign titles in favour of a British one. Alice of Battenburg returned to Greece where she founded a nunnery, often selling her jewels to fund the order. During civil unrest, Alice came to England in order to live out her final years at Buckingham Palace.

Dowager Empress Maria Fyodorovna: The mother of Tsar Nicholas II fled Russia during the Revolution. She made it England on invitation from her sister Queen Alexandra. She lobbied to get asylum for the rest of her family but before it could be agreed, it was too late. She returned to Denmark where she died years later.

Marie-Therèse, Madame Royale and Duchess of Angoulême: The only living daughter of Marie Antoinette and Louis XIV was imprisoned along with her mother and brother during the Revolution. After the death of her parents, she was exchanged for French prisoners and sent to her mother's home country of Austria. During the brief restoration, she returned to France and served as Duchess of Angoulême.

Charles II: After the English Civil War, Charles I acted stupidly and got his head cut off leaving us with that cunt Oliver Cromwell. During the time where Cromwell was invading and insulting my country and being a general warty bollocks, the queen had escaped to France with her children. Her daughter Henrietta was married to the Duc of Orléans and her son Charles got busy with the ladies of the court. But Charles was invited back to be king during the Restoration where he chilled on his throne for a good lot of years where he slept around, partied and generally acted awesome. (*plays a loop of Horrible Histories' Charles II's Rap*)

The Tragic

And yet sometimes the story does not end so happily. Revolutions try to destroy the object of their opposition, mainly taking violent options.

Marie Antoinette, Louis XVI & Louis-Charles (Louis XVII): Probably the most famous revolution, the French Revolution claimed the lives of most the immediate Royal family. Louis XVI died first, guillotined after standing trial. His wife Marie Antoinette followed a few months later. Louis-Charles the Dauphin and the accepted king to loyal monarchists was kept in a dank dark cell, bullied into announcing lies that would further smear the reputations of his parents including a testimony that his mother had molested him. Louis-Charles died in the cell, thanks to the damp cell hampering his already ill heath.

Tsar Nicholas II, Tsarina Alexandra, Grand Duchesses Olga, Tatiana, Marie, Anastasia and Tsarevitch Alexei: The Russian Royal family was dethroned during the Russian Revolution and imprisoned by the Bolsheviks. The royal family was sent north to Siberia to live in exile under house arrest. They remained positive thinking that somebody would rescue them be it the White Army or their cousins in England. They believed that they would be banished abroad and sewed their corsets full of jewels. The family was awoken one night to "take a photograph" in the basement of the House of Special Purpose in order to prove they were alive. The family waited along with some close friends, the Tsarina and the crippled Tsarevitch seated. Eleven gunmen entered the chamber and began firing at the family. The men died quickly but thanks to the jewels sewn into their corsets, the women were harder to kill. Once they were dead, the revolutionaries dumped the bodies in a nearby wood separating them so that if anybody found them, they would not think that it was the royal family. During the late half of the 20th century, the bodies were found and identified before being buried.

[frankiefasthands]

one of the reasons I appreciate the umbrella academy so much is as a person who has ptsd from childhood experiences, its interesting to see the representations of different manifestations of dealing with emotional abuse from a young age, and how it effects you as you get older. 

as Luther grows up, he has it a little easier because of being called number one, arguably being his fathers favourite after Ben and five had died/disappeared, but nonetheless it was still a household where emotions were not something to be discussed. this lead to a crossover of where he thinks he has a decent relationship with Reginald, constantly trying to prove himself to him but still feeling reassured that they had a good bond, which is a big part of why he behaves the way he does in s1, he is still trying to be the unemotional, strong leader of the group. when the image of his father is shattered when he finds out he was sent to the moon out of Reginald’s embarrassment, all of that confidence he had in his own abilities previously despite his appearance had vanished. this is when you really get to see the young, scared, and vulnerable boy he is inside, stripped away of the false vision of being his fathers pride and joy.

Diego’s trauma lays in a similar seat with Luther, but the difference is that he was called “number two”. Diego is in a constant war for attention, and since he consistently loses that war, this is what turns the respect he felt into hatred. despite him hating Reginald, practically celebrating his death, Diego still internalises the idea that Reginald had for them, to use their powers for good, to be heroes, even though Reginald was far from a hero in his eyes. he always likes to pretend he doesn’t care about his fathers opinion, but as was shown in the family reunions is s2, it obviously still matters a great deal to him, so much so that his old stutter returns, showing in plain sight he still cares deeply about his father and doesn’t know how to deal with these emotions.

Allison is the one sibling who has the least notes for her relationship with Reginald, but again I think this comes with her being the proverbial middle child. as number 3, her role was still important, but she wasn’t placed as a leader in battle. she wasn’t fuelled by the same competitive rivalry that Diego and Luther had, she wasn’t pushed aside like Vanya, she didn’t die or go missing at a young age, and she wasn’t crippled with the same intimidating power as klaus. in fact, with her ability, it didn’t ever matter what any of her family thought of her, because she could get whatever she wanted. Allison is fucking smart. she knows seven languages, was the main public speaker for the group when they worked together, and with a power like hers you get to know how people tick. so she did as she was told, but I get the feeling that she was much less affected by Reginald’s abuse because she never properly saw him as a father figure like the others had, and saw him more as someone she worked with. “he’s always busy.” she learnt this at a young age where the others got stuck in arrested development vying for his attention, which is why she was the most successful, not just because she can make people do whatever she wants, but because she let go of her emotional ties to Reginald long before she even left the house.

ah, Klaus. he tells the story that is very familiar with many children born into shitty circumstances. considering how Reginald tried to train him through locking him in the mausoleum for hours, leaving him alone with his biggest fear which he never fully got over until he became sober, calling him a failure because he couldn’t master his power like the others, Klaus felt like a let down. and not only that, but as we know those hours being locked away gave him severe ptsd (the others may have ptsd as well but i think it doesn’t manifest as violently as his visions and things (like the bathtub scene). at some point, they all moved out, but with Klaus, when he left, i don’t think he had anywhere to live. we never see Klaus’ house. he was on the streets, with severe ptsd, the ability to see ghosts (which he didn’t want to do) so the inevitable happens. drug addiction is a powerful thing when spurred by childhood trauma. 

five is a bit different, because he doesn’t hold as much animosity towards Reginald like the others. at the point in times where he was still a young boy, he was Reginald’s favourite, arguably so over Luther and the rest, and this is because even at a young age, five was unemotional. he was calculating. along with the ability to jump through space and time, hes also extra intelligent. him and Reginald bond over the fact that they’re essentially kindred spirits, but five is also much more aware of others emotions. most of the time he doesn’t care, unless they’re his family. this is where him and Reginald are different. five actually has emotional capacity whereas Reginald has none. which is why five also then says at the family reunion that hes “sorry for giving him a hard time.” five knows that as a child he was the most difficult. the others did what they were told, and because five didn’t he lost out on his whole childhood. he wishes he was more like Reggie, but only because he wishes he hadn’t made the mistake of jumping in the first place. he wishes he listened. and even though he knows Reginald what a pretty shitty dad, he knows that in that instance, he should have listened. this is what gives him that wedge of empathy for Reginald that the others don’t have.

Ben is a little complex in the sense that he straight up died and we don’t know too much about what he experiences as a child, but we do know he hates Reginald. he is the sensible one, even compared to five, but he hates Reginald. i think Reginald had a similar fear of Ben to Vanya, but unlike Vanya, young Ben could be manipulated like the others. he behaved himself because he was also scared of his own ability. he was also much more in touch with his emotions than the others. after he died, he seemed to see the behaviours of the others in more clarity than they could themselves. he grew up literally invisible, but he was at peace with what had happened to them as kids, he just wanted to help. 

Vanya. Vanya was abused not only by Reginald, but by her brothers and sisters too. she didn’t have the bonding experiences over the shared trauma, which helps a lot in abusive households. as we all know now, compared to her siblings, Vanya has godlike abilities. Reginald was scared of her. he had originally planned for her to be the leader, i think. if you look at all of their powers, the get more objectively strong as you go up the numbers, Luther was only given the role of leader because Reginald had to hide his original plan. i think Vanya was severely drugged up prior to her stopping taking them. i don’t think it was just slightly numbing, i think it was completely snuffing out her emotions, which is why she had such an intense reaction after she stopped. because she had never truly felt the depths of the toll that the child abuse, and her siblings ignorance. she had been completely ignored her entire life because she was too strong. imagine what growing up would have been like for her if he had helped her study her abilities. she would have the proverbial number one. Luther would have been the weakest. they would’ve have all been friends with her. maybe Ben wouldn’t have died. maybe five wouldn’t have skipped out to the apolcalypse. 

they all just deserve so much better.

[hellafluff]

Bored and thinking about my slasher OC Andy, the Alligator one, and like what her movie arc would look like. The following long ass post details each movie and how good it would be:

Her first movie would be called Gator, releases in the early 80s. It's a suspenseful murder mystery set in Florida that seems to point to the killer disposing of bodies in the swamp for the gators to eat but then its revealed the Killer is killing them with their fucked up teeth so it only looks like theyve been munched on by gators. Andy gets away after being shot a bunch in the end. a solid 8/10 movie, the dialogue kinda sucks

The second movie, which is titled something like Gator II - Birth of a Monster and its a lot like "i know what you did last summer" where a group of now adult friends are being picked off for something they did and it turns out to be Andy seeking revenge for the torment they put her in from her childhood. Andy is arrested in the end but chews through her cuffs and kills the police before escaping. a 4/10, lots of sex scenes between unlikable characters???

Third movie is a clusterfuck, it markets itself as another installment in the franchise but really its a creature feature with elements of the first 2 thrown in. Just called Gator III. HEAVILY rips off Jaws about 30 years too late. The villain here isn't Andy but a congregation of alligators tearing apart a small Florida town, lead by a massive albino gator covered in scars. Andy appears in flashbacks and a house is discovered in the swamp that seems to be where she lived but now is infested with gators. a half rotten skeleton with only one jagged tooth found nearby is implied to be her. 2/10 movie, no one likes it and animals were harmed on set, causing activist pushback

So you know the weird cult plot that happened in the later Halloween movies? The fourth movie, Gator IV - Tooth and Nail does that, retconning Andy's backstory and saying she was groomed by a cult because they see her birth defect as a sign from their demon patron that she will be its vessel. Her remains from last movie are brought back to life in the last half hour as a alligator demon woman that the studio forced the crew to make sexy instead of gross. Effects/makeup for it are practical tho and the movie is considered a 3/10, with some solid kills from the cult throughout and great effects but the pacing sucks and the main cast is awful.

Okay so. Jason X exists, right? Yeah in the late 90s this happens. Titled Sewer Gator. Unrelated to the Andy of the previous movies, a young woman is experimented on in a genetics lab and infused with alligator DNA. She mutates into a fucked up gator woman thats actually gross this time except is 1999 and CGI is the hot new thing and the studio execs cover over all the fun practical effects and makeup with godawful CGI. She escapes the facility and into the sewers of New York where she begins a massacre and continues to mutate until she's exploded with military grade weaponry at the end. a stinger after her death shows she laid eggs but this goes nowhere because the movie makes no money and its never touched again. Surprisingly good actually 7/10, the bluray remaster gets rid of the CG and adds back in as much of the practical footage it can find and it becomes a 8.5/10

The series goes dormant for ten years

The series is rebooted in 2009 with a remake of the OG, except now its called The Swamp. Much more character focused, starting with a herpetologist and a poacher coming to town to help with the alligator problem. Theyre at odds immediately, the poacher insisting the gators need to be dealt with his way but the herpetologist is like "hey these bite marks arent anything like an alligators what the fuck is going on???" the big reveal of the movie is the poacher knows its not an alligator, but his deformed sister who he was keeping locked up until her escape a few years back and he's here to kill her. He's killed in the end by Andy and the herpetologist manages to snare her in a bear trap and get away but when the authorities show up Andy's chewed through her own leg and escaped. 7/10, goes on too long and the reveal exposition is weird and plot holey but audiences enjoy it. Has really good nu-metal on the soundtrack.

The Swamp II comes out 2 years later and sucks so bad. 1/10. The plot takes the Family angle from the last movie and goes full Wrong Turn incest cannibals in the swamps of Florida with it. Weird and creepy and sexual. Andy is there, missing a leg, as the eldest child of this family who serves an insane mother but the movie focuses on her other siblings with their weird deformities let loose now that the "normal" poacher brother is gone. movie heavily implies one of the female characters has sex with an alligator at one point. trash movie, don't watch in a place someone can walk in on you in

Series goes dormant again.

A miniseries drops unexpectedly in 2019. Swamp Diaries. 5 half hour episodes in the style of a found footage film of a group of friends searching for the legendary "Gator Woman of the Swamp." First episode introduces the characters, all likable and well rounded, college age. Second episode is the beginning of the expedition, outlines a lot of the history of the Gator Woman urban legend. Third episode the group runs into actual gators and starts finding weird, Blair Witch esque shit, becoming lost after they have to run from something, the first death happens. Episode four is suspenseful and horrific as the group tries to get home, another person dies. Episode five is the kicker, ending with the reveal Tamara, one of the last survivors, is actually working with the actual Gator woman, her childhood friend who she promised to protect and later on, feed. Ends with Tamara killing the last survivor and telling Andy it's time to go home. 8/10, paced mostly well and very scary, lots of shaky cam but the final twist is a hit with monsterfuckers bc its all but said Tamara and Andy are together.