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endlessly-cursed · 2 years

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FBAWTFT- Enya Thorne

"𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙙, 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙙."

Name: Enya Victoria Sophia Thorne

Nicknames: Nya, Vicky

Birthdate: 23rd of July, 1904

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Personality Type (MBTI): tbd

Blood Status: Half-blood

Nationality: British

Physical Appearance

Hair: Copper

Eyes: Blue-green

Height: 1.68m

Weight: 63kg

Body Type: Lithe

Skin Tone: Caucasian

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): A moon birthmark on her collarbone

Background

Enya Victoria Sophia Thorne was born of Victoria Montgomery and Marcellus Thorne on Thorne Manor the 23rd of July, 1904. She was her parents’ only child due to the paralysing fear of Mrs. Thorne passing on her wolf genetics onto her children, but Miss Thorne was entirely healthy. She grew up with her every need attended, protected in the imposing manor and very much loved by her people. It was no surprise when her Hogwarts letter came a few months shy of her 11th birthday.

Hometown

Thorne Abbey, a seven hundred year old manor where their family lived. Her family had been a pureblood family that belonged in the Sacred Twenty Eight until both her grandfather and grand-uncle eloped with Muggleborn American girls, better known as Dollar Princesses, leaving her grandmother to raise a set of feisty twins alone. Enya never once worried of those horrible stories and had a loving family and was never once abandoned or neglected, often spoiled by her aunt.

Family

Father: Marcellus Alexander Thorne

Enya was the apple of her father’s eye and was always with him, for she was his only heir and didn’t want his cousins, the Seymours to inherit. She appreciated that not once he contemplated marrying her off to someone else and allowed her to make her own choices.

Mother: Victoria Penelope Montgomery ( @nightmaresart )

Enya admired and loved her mother dearly, and was very much spoiled and overprotected by her, but their was an unbreakable bond and never once Enya thought of her mother a monster, and Victoria in exchange doted on her and because of her new status as the Mistress of the Abbey, she did her best to educate her in every ambit she could, making clear that she was her parent’s hope and heir.

Aunt: Eleanor Thorne

Her godmother and second role model, Eleanor was beautiful and shared with Enya’s father the tall dark handsome charm of them, a cultivated, poised, elegant and interesting woman that made her own name by never marrying a Sacred Twenty-Eight and being her own woman. She was a rock throughout Enya’s life and the one to introduce her to her future husband.

Hogwarts

House: Gryffindor

Best Class: DADA

Worst Class: Herbology

Boggart: Losing everything

Riddikulus: Everything becomes a circus

Patronus: A wolf

Patronus Memory: Her mother calling her ‘her own heart’

Mirror of Erised: Differs from the age

Amortentia (what she smells like): eau de cologne, peanut butter, honey and paper ink

Amortentia (what she smells): gillywater, woodsmoke, cigars and horse

Career

11-18: Hogwarts student

20-28: Wizard socialite

28-48: Memeber of MACUSA

48-64: Devoted grandmother

65+: Retiree

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Her legacy, her family and herself

Strengths: Chivalrous, brave, strong-minded and bold

Weaknesses: Stubborn, reserved and a bit mean

Stressed: During full moon, exams and the FB events

Calm/Comforted: With her family

Favorites

Colors: Red, white, baby blue, grey and emerald

Weather: Sunny

Hobbies: Helping other werewolves, going on adventures and helping her father at Thorne Abbey

Fashion: Enya dresses simple and neat, showing off her status yet approachable nature

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Robert Philip Astor-Dubois

Robert and Enya, though being a year apart, connected almost immediately. What started as a genuine, heartfelt friendship soon turned into love. They met in New York as Robert and his father were walking and talking business when Robert stopped to talk with his friend and she suggested he invited her to dinner. After a three-year relationship, they had two children, one of each the heirs to their fortunes: Lionel Astor II and Dante Thorne, born with two years of difference. A year later, her daughter Cordelia was born much to their surprise and doted on her for being the only girl. They lived a fulfilled and loving life, away from problems in the world.

Friends: tbd

Rivals: tbd

Trivia

She inherited the copper hair due to the mix of various hairstyles in her ancestry.

She was one of the strongest duellers in her year, giving many a run for their money

She once met Dumbledore and thought him exceedingly puzzling

She was an ardent advocate of werewolves and made her a target. Only her spouse’s name kept her from being killed

She can play the viola, flute and chello

She also has a thorough knowledge of French, Danish, German, Polish, Turkish and Latin

She also learned Ancient Greek, but hated it and soon forgot about it

She was deemed one of the handsomest of her year

Many looked down on her, believing that she was not her parent’s child

Which led to her having many fights

#fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts oc #oc: enya thorne #oc: marcellus thorne #victoria montgomery #martoria #House of Gryffindor #thorne family #character sheet #oc profile

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shadowmoving · 11 months

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#marcellus pittman #deep house #unirhythm #2006

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klonnieshippersclub · 4 months

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Love Awaits

Happy New Year! This is my post for Day 3. Yes, I know it's a bit late and I'm very sorry for that. It's also not set in 1910 but in Marcel's youth. We have a bit of a "found family" coming together in this AU. This is a little longer than usual to make up for the delay.

Randall was her responsibility. It was only a few years ago he was kicked out of their home. Randall was a Bennett and the Bennetts valued family but Randall was a boy and he didn't quite fit. Bonnie took on the responsibility of caring for him and abandoned the only home she knew. He was only a small child, but their bastard father saw Randall as useless. It was early in the year when they had lost their mother from magical overload in defeating a pack of rogue wolves that were terrorizing a nearby town. Grief turned their father cruel. Bonnie and Randall left their small town Louisiana for the city. She was essentially a single mother at just fifteen with a five year old to take care of. It was hard but they made it work.

Years passed and they were happy. All they had was each other but that was enough. Randall even referred to Bonnie as his mother. At the age of 10, Randall found a slightly older boy unconscious by a pond. With his magic, he was able to send a message to his older sister. Luckily, she was not too far away and could provide medical aid to the unnamed boy with the knowledge she had from working as a nurse. Upon waking, the boy introduced himself as Marcel. Despite Marcel's insistence that he could walk home on the other side of the city, Bonnie and Randall brought him to their small home.

Hours passed and the boys lost time playing games (nothing too strenuous in consideration for Marcel's condition). Bonnie was making dinner when a belligerent knocking started at their door. When seeing the vampire snarling at her, Bonnie immediately sent him an aneurysm with her powers. She only stopped at Marcel crying out that this was his father. A vampire daddy was unheard of, but Bonnie believed the boy. With Marcel explaining the situation to his father (he was jumped by a rival to his father), the tension in the room disappeared. Bonnie made the sudden decision to invite the vampire inside if he provided his name. Klaus Mikaelson. From this point on, the families were close and the boys were basically inseparable.

It was a summer morning months later when Marcel dragged his father to the Bennett home. Klaus entered ready to greet Bonnie and Randall ran by with only one shoe to play outside with Marcel. Klaus called out to him, “Randall, get back here. You can't run off without your other shoe.”

The boy ran back inside the house to retrieve the shoe with Marcel following him. “I've been looking for it everywhere,” Randall said. Thanks, Pa.”

Bonnie appeared from the kitchen hearing their exchange with her hands on her hips. She voiced her confusion towards Randall. “Pa? He's not your father.”

“But Marcel said-”

“Shhhh,” interrupted Marcel while glaring at the younger boy.

Klaus raised a brow at his son and asked, “Marcellus, what did you tell him?”

“I only said it would be nice if we were a family.”

Randall continued, “And he said that mothers and fathers belong together.”

“Quiet!”

Bonnie could sense one of their childish arguments brewing. The arguments were never over anything serious but they tended to work out their problems physically and she didn't want them wrestling in the house. The last time they did so, they broke a vase of flowers. “Boys, we aren't together,” the Bennett witch remarked.

Marcel rolled his eyes at Bonnie's denial. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Then why is Pa so nice to you when he's mean to all the other ladies in covens?” Randall wondered aloud.

“He's not your Pa, Randall,” corrected his older sister/maternal figure.

Klaus and Bonnie were close but it wasn’t a relationship. “I respect Bonnie more than the arrogant witches of the city,” the Original justified.

Marcel joined in the questioning, “if you aren't together, why do you two always spend time together?”

Bonnie was surprised by the sudden interrogation and felt a bit defensive. The boys were together like glue. It shouldn't be so shocking that their guardians knew each other well. “We don't spend that much time together alone. You both are always with us.”

Randall was tired of their ridiculous excuses when he knew the truth. “Why did I see Klaus laying in bed with you?” he accused. “You were kissing!”

“Randall, what have I told you about spying?”

Instead of listening to the lecture he knew was coming, Randall took off with both shoes on his feet at lightning speed. He did not want to deal with his sister's wrath at him for violating her privacy. It didn't seem like a big deal to him anyway. He left immediately when he saw their lips touch. Marcel laughed as he went to catch Randall.

Klaus couldn’t help but to observe Bonnie and admire her beauty, even in her anger. “They think we’re in love,” Klaus said with a laugh.

Bonnie sighed, “it sounds silly and imaginative.” As much as her body desired his touch, they couldn't ever be romantically involved.

“We couldn’t ever be in love.” Feelings would complicate things. It would be a mistake for them to create a family together. Mortality would always separate them. As witches, they could never find happiness as vampires. Marcel could choose to turn when he got older, but Klaus could not expect that of Bonnie and Randall. “That’s a boundary that shouldn’t be crossed.”

#bonnie bennett #klonnie #klaus mikaelson #the vampire diaries #tvd #bonnie x klaus #klaus x bonnie #the originals #klonnieweek2023 #Rikki tries writing

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Matty Ambrose - Character Sheet

MC Introduction: Name: Matty Loraine Ambrose Name meaning: Matty was named after her grandfather, Matthew Ambrose. Pronouns: She/her Age: 15-18 (during her school lore) Gender: Female Birthday: April 26th, 1875 Zodiac Sign: Taurus Birthplace: Dublin, Ireland House: Gryffindor Patronus: Graphorn Animagus: N/A Wand: Alder Wood, Phoenix feather core, 13”, Slightly yielding Blood Status: Muggleborn Languages: English, Irish (Gaeilge) Ethnicity: Irish ... Appearance: Race: Caucasian Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blonde Hair Type: 2c-3a curls (ignore the mod, I couldn’t find a good one for her type of curls) Height: 5’4” (Teen height) 5’8” (Adult height) (162 cm + 172 cm) ... Personality traits: Positive Traits: Loyal, Brave, Quick Thinker, Optimistic, Empathetic, Good Chaotic Energy, Joyful, Supportive. Negative Traits: Very Impulsive, Extremely Self-Sacrificing, Takes Others Problems Upon Herself, Sometimes A Bit Overbearing Strengths: Her Overall Positive Attitude About Most Things Weaknesses: Sometimes Cares Too Much And Can’t Let Go. More Info: Boggart: The Sluagh Mirror of Erised: Her being happy with her family Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Dancing, Dueling, Going on Adventures, Rock Climbing. Amortentia: pressed flowers, parchment, and rain. Future Occupation: Auror (Hit Witch division) Favorite Spell: Confringo Least Favorite Spell: The Babbling Curse .. Skills: Best subject: Defense Against the Dark Arts Favorite subject: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions Favorite Professor: Professor Fig and Professor Hecate Worst subject: Astronomy Least favorite subject: Divination Least favorite professor: Professor Binns Quidditch Position: Seeker ... Family Father's Name: Howard Ambrose Age: 35 (When Matty was 15) Status: Alive Blood Status: Muggle House: (Would be in Gryffindor if he wasn’t a Muggle) Personality: Very fun, out-going, funny, witty, sarcastic, a good dad. Notes: Howard always said he’d name his firstborn child after his father, Matthew, and so when Matty was born (and ended up being the only child), even though she was a girl, she still got her grandfather's name. They just gave it more of a feminine twist... Mother's Name: Ada Ambrose Age: 34 (When Matty was 15) Status: Alive Blood Status: Muggle House: (Would be in Hufflepuff if she wasn’t a muggle) Personality: Very kind and sweet, welcoming, understanding, a good listener, good comforter, a very caring mother. ... Future Family Children: Eleazar, Caroline, Marcellus, Adonis, and Anne Sallow. Relationships: Love Interest: Sebastian Sallow (Matty x Sebastian) Age: 15/16 + 15/16 House: Gryffindor and Slytherin First met each other in: Defense Against the Dark Arts class ... Best friends: Hope McGowan, Esme Greenwood, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt. Rivals/Frienemies: Imelda Reyes, Eric Northcott, Apollo Morgan. .. Enemies: Victor Rookwood, Theophilus Harlow, Ranrok, Leona Oswald, Charles Willoughby, Apollo Morgan (eventually), Aurelius Gaunt, Lyssa Gaunt, Marvolo Gaunt. ..

#Matty Ambrose #Hogwarts Legacy #hl #Hogwarts Legacy mc #mc #Sebastian Sallow #Ominis Gaunt #Hogwarts Legacy Professors #Professor Fig #hl fandom #character sheet

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crimsonlyinglilly · 2 months

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DAY 26: "help them"

Day 26 of Febuwhump.

@febuwhump

More from Familiar faces, this was meant to be Kol’s pov of the new human Elijah and his terrible tastes in people, instead Finn’s thoughts in the aftermath of his first waking from the box and a brief appearance of little Marcellus claimed Day 26.

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Finn had been awake for a few days mostly being avoided by his sibling-remaining siblings, while he relearnt the world, the language he had picked up from the waking nightmare of the box at least but the courtesy and manners had changed so much over his lost centuries.

Rebekah was at least trying to help him settle into the new world he woke into.

He wanted to rage that the lost but his rage had failed as he had seen the look Klaus’s eyes, a yawning grief had hit him when Klaus had explained, when he had looked in the other coffin, Elijah’s still empty body, no dagger to keep him down there was no need for it after all.

He hadn’t expected the hug from Rebekah when she came home to find him, he was never one of her preferred brothers. Still he held her back as she clung to him and ignored that fact he knew she wanted someone else.

It was fair since he had always wished for someone else.

She had insisted on getting him ready for the current era and Finn let himself be dragged away. He had listened to her quick review on everything that had happened since he was first daggered, leaving out much of the centuries directly after their attack by the Five.

Seven centuries, did he even know Elijah after all those years, even as he let Rebekah pick his clothes he watched her to see how much she had changed and did the same with Klaus from a distance.

They hadn’t changed as much as he thought, he found, they were clearly mired in grief, what had happened to Elijah was the closest thing to true death that could harm them besides Father and his weapon. It was sudden, unexpected and had hit them as hard as Henrik’s had eight centuries before.

Still he wanted to see what he had missed from Elijah’s life, Kol was daggered but could be revived with ease, just as soon as Klaus allowed it but Elijah was lost until they managed to find his human life and bring together with the other shard of his soul to return them to his body and complete it.

Klaus had had witches try to find it using his body to no luck so it was likely to take them years if not lifetimes to find wherever their brother had been reborn. So Finn had decided to find a sign of what Elijah had been like before this a had happened by looking through the house he had lived, the place that had become a home.

He avoided the Elijah’s bedroom ever since Klaus had moved the coffin there and the room he was told was Elijah’s office was locked he was planning to ask Klaus for the key later but had chosen to try the rest of the house, there was a library but for all Finn had learned English from his time in the box his ability to read had not been helped.

He opened a door to find a collection of instruments and what he assumed were music books when a young voice called out to him.

“You can’t go in there.” he turned around and then was forced to look down, the child Klaus was raising stared back, the boy Klaus had daggered their youngest brother to protect.

That one was of the few conversations Klaus had decided to have with him since he had undaggered him.

“Why not?” he asked raising an eyebrow, the boy was fearless considering he must know what Finn was and it hadn’t been a year since Kol had apparently terrorised him

“It’s Mr. Elijah’s.” The answer was clear but so was the pain in the child’s voice, Finn was torn between looking in the room and questioning the child more. He had wondered about the child, taking in and raising a child seemed more something Elijah would do, since he had already been becoming a father to Tatia’s son while the last Finn had known Klaus was still scarred by the discovery that he was not Mikael’s blood.

“I’m sorry, I didn't get your name?” he asks the child, he could look into the room later, the child was here now.

“Marcellus,” the boy offered his hand to him, “Klaus gave it to me.” he added proudly.

Finn took it and let the child drag it up and down, manners were more important to one brother than the other he thought.

“Were you close to Elijah?” he asked, not surprised as the boy teared up

“He was teaching me.” Marcellus admitted miserably.

“Before he was-” he paused, unsure how Klaus had explained the situation to a child, “before he fell ill.”

“Before your other brother arrived and his lady friend died.” the child corrected, “then he stopped, Klaus said he would start again after he moved on but-”

“He didn’t get a chance.” he finished.

Kol’s return had caused Klaus to worry about the boy but Rebekah had told him Kol was brought over here in the box so what had caused him to release Kol and how did it involve this woman Elijah had let himself get close too.

Finn was going to have to talk to Rebekah if someone was aware of the issues between them it had always been her, and as the only other one who has been awake she would know about the woman.

“Are you going to help them?” Marcellus asked, suddenly breaking him from his thoughts.

“Help them?” he parroted back

“Find Mr Elijah.” The child looked up at him with clear hope that had Finn aching, if the boy wasn’t turned it was likely they wouldn’t find Elijah until long after he died, even if Klaus did turn the boy, it could be centuries, how much would he remember the man and a half filled promise after that time.

Finn was saved from answering by a shout from below them.

“Marcel!”

“I’m here.” Marcel shouted, not even jumping as Klaus appeared behind him. “I found Mr. Finn going into Elijah’s music room.”

“What are you doing?” Klaus narrowed his eyes as he spoke.

“I wanted to get to know him.” he confessed his hand on the door letting Klaus know which him, he was talking about.

“Alright then,” his brother nodded once before turning hsi attention to the boy, “Marcel.” Finn ignored the strange feeling the sight caused as the boy hung on every word and Klaus was beaming at the child, he had never had much interest in children himself but he knew his siblings hadn’t felt the same. “ We'll get you set up with your workbooks and then I'll watch over Finn to make sure he doesn’t damage anything of Elijah.”

He watched them leave before he took a breath and entered the room.

—-

Part of him is disappointed in himself for expecting the room to suddenly give him the version of his brother he lost, instead he stared at dozens of books he couldn’t read and a mixture of wood, strung and metal instruments he didn’t recognize.

“He knew how to play all of these?” he asked after a few minutes just staring at them all as he heard the floor crack behind him.

“He’s likely the reason half of these made it to New Orleans to begin with, it was a hobby of his, something to pass the time.” Klaus explained.

Elijah used to prefer dance, he remembered, when they were alive, Finn would stand at the side line or in a hidden corner with Sage and he’d alway be able to find Elijah in a crowd of dancers, be it their siblings or their neighbours, ignoring Father’s warning about getting too close to the wolves.

In the last years it was always with Tatia, or teaching her son to, his attention so focused on them that the rest of the world could have burned and he wouldn’t have cared, Finn had been happy that Elijah had found something like he had with Sage. That he could be a father without triggering her return.

That was meant to have been his brother’s future, instead it was centuries watching his siblings and a room full of instruments.

He supposes playing the music kept others away but still let his brother feel the rhythm.

Elijah had made friends easily, believed in the best of everyone and wore his heart on his sleeve. He didn’t see any problem with raising a child that wasn’t his, because blood had never concerned Elijah.

That was taken from him, Finn had noticed soon after they were changed, after he returned to learn Tatia was dead along with mother. Elijah was distant with everyone besides their family, he viewed all with suspicion.

In the Martel court Finn had watched during the balls they held, while Rebekah and Klaus danced, Elijah stayed away sitting on the sidelines, he stepped back from interested ladies and men, shutting them down politely but clearly.

He had expected Elijah to return himself as he grew used to the new hunger and learned control, instead the cool, polite but distant man had become all there was.

His brothers were more similar than they believe he thinks as he watches Klaus run a hand carefully across an open book, scribbles to Finn but notes half finished to Klaus, still waiting as if Elijah was just about to return to finish it.

Elijah and Kol had struggled with control over their new thirst the most out of their family but while Elijah fought for every piece of his control Kol revelled in it to ignore what he had lost.

Klaus and Elijah hid their weaknesses behind a front, Klaus’s rage and Elijah’s cool manners.

He doesn’t wonder if he and Elijah shared anything, that was long past and it would likely be a long time before he got a chance to find out again.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday26 #@febuwhump #tvd fanfiction #fanfiction #the originals au #the originals #au- familiar faces #the vampire dairies au #finn mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #Klaus mikaelson #marcel gerard #elijah mikaelson #mikaelson siblings #“help them”

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gogmstuff · 11 months

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Further into the thirties (from top to bottom) -

The sleeves are usually elbow length and close, but not tightly squeezing, the arm and cuffed, An under-sleeve with a flared cuff emerges from the sleeve.1735 A Music Party by Marcellus Laroon (Birmingham Museums & Art Gallery - Birmingham, West Midlands, UK). From their Web site 1638X2246. No panniers here.

1735 Catherine Havers attributed to Barthélemy Du Pan (Temple Newsam House - Leeds, West Yorkshire, UK). From artuk.org 1414X1818. The dress could have been worn, minus the cuffs, until the 1770s.

1735 Catherine Hyde, Duchess of Queensberry, as a Dairy Maid, Marble Hill by Charles Jervas (Marble Hill House - Twickenham, London, UK). From artsandculture.google.com/entity/catherine-douglas-duchess-of-queensberry/m0gfdypy 1722X2138.

1735 Henrietta, née Godolphin, wife of Thomas Pelham-Holles, Duke of New Castle Upon Tyne and first Duke of Newcastle Under Tyne and Prime Minister by Charles Jervas (auctioned by Sotheby's) 920X1163.

1736 Anne, Princess Royal and Princess of Orange by Bernard Accama (location ?). From the lost gallery's photostream on flickr 1047X1539.

1736 Augusta of Saxe-Gotha-Altenburg, Princess of Wales by Charles Philips (National Portrait Gallery - London, UK). From www.liveinternet.ru/users/marylai/post292168318 2400X2998.

1736 Johanna, Mrs Robert Warner of Bedhampton, and Her Daughter, Kitty (d.1772), Later Mrs Jervoise Clarke Jervoise by Joseph Highmore (Mottisfont Abbey - Mottisfont, near Romsey, Hampshire, UK). From bbc.co (now artuk.org) 651X800.

1736 Katherine Hall of Dunglass by Allan Ramsay (private collection). From the Philip Mould Historical Portraits Image Library; fixed spots w Pshop 2418X3023.

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* ◟ : 〔 OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN , CIS MAN + HE / HIM 〕 MARCELLUS MEYER, some say you’re a THIRTY-SEVEN YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both TENATIOUS and HEADSTRONG, one can’t help but think of MURDER ON THE DANCEFLOOR by SOPHIE ELLIS-BEXTOR when you walk by. are you still a CAPO / FORENSIC ARTIST at HANGING MAN / GOVERNMENT (?), even with your reputation as the THE OUROBOROS? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and REMORSE SEVERED BY ONE'S OWN HAND, FEELING THE WARMTH OF AN INFERNO BUT NOT THE PAIN, SINS OF GENERATIONS PAST STILL SEEK PENNACE, although we can’t help but think of CASSIAN (JOHN WICK 2), DUNCAN (POLAR), CHARLES SUN (THE BROTHERS SUN) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

ENTER THE OUROBOROS.

You’ve overstayed your initial timeframe on these grounds. Every nook and cranny’s been memorized. Yet you still walk the streets as a stranger. The concept of settling in is always within reach, but you’ve long forgotten what having a home means. Though some broken part of you will always long for it. So you tell yourself you don’t mind the constant rain as compromise. When in reality you’ve always fucking hated it. The memories it digs up stings worse than broken glass underfoot. But you carry on. Keep your head held high, shoulders back, spine straight just like you’ve been taught.

PUBLICLY KNOWN FACTS:

Name: Marcellus Bas Meyer

Appearance: Not a day goes by where a single thing’s out of place. He dresses smart and sharp. Understands that appearances are a reflection of one’s self. While his morals may be skewed, he’s no slob. Stands straight and proper. Oftentimes there’s an unspoken commanding air about him.

It’s hard to get out of a life of crime when you’re born into it. Marcellus came to learn what the expectations were within his parent's organization relatively quick. His father was good with technology and his mother was good at breaking things. Bodies, finances, lives — so on and so forth, but Marcellus never had to worry about any of that. Not until later at least.

No one was surprised when Marcellus proved himself to be useful as a weapon. It was a family business after all, and he went through the years learning from his mistakes to proving people wrong. He might have seemed the type to be a one man team, but he had a few select people that he could call ‘friends’. All of which were at the top of their field. All of which that had crossed fire with each other since the world is coincidentally small.

His younger brother, Alan, had managed to stay separate from the the Meyer tradition. He was an outcast, essentially, but Marcellus always kept tabs on him. Still considered as his family — the only one he really cared for, really. He was one of the best hitmen within the family by the time his niece had been born. And though Marcellus never had any children of his own, he adored his brother’s small family.

Except his brother’s wife, Audrey, wasn’t exactly the doting wife everyone assumed. See, she came from a broken home where her father and sister had been taken away at the age of four. A gas leak and tragic house fire, the news said. Audrey and her mother survived because they ran out before they had inhaled too much smoke. Or that’s what Audrey's always been told.

Audrey’s mother did everything she could to keep her daughter safe, but her efforts fell short. An unfortunate robbery gone wrong was what the the news read when Audrey was twelve. Except nothing had been stolen besides her mother's life. And Audrey saw it. She saw Mrs. Meyer kill her mother from where she hid.

So Marcellus didn’t have to worry about the lives that his mother and father ruined until the day everything finally unveiled.

Dinner was held at his brother's place. There wasn’t a celebratory reason for them to get together or anything. Marcellus just so happened to be in the area that night, and dinner was wonderful, as always. All up to the point where Audrey pulled a gun out from the kitchen and shot both her husband and daughter pointblank. Marcellus was next in sight with the barrel aimed right as his head. He was told, right then and there, what happened. How the Meyers ruined Audrey’s life, and that she'd been consumed with grief and hatred all this time. How she'd been planning for this very moment for so long.

And he believed it.

He could tell from the look in her eyes that she spoke her truth. She had just killed her husband, the one man she had supposedly loved, and her very own child. Yet despite the sympathy he felt in that moment, it wasn’t enough for him to lay down for an easy kill. So they fought — both with the desperation to live. And in the end, Marcellus barely rose as the victor. He put two bullets into her head and stood there for awhile; numb down to the core. His brother’s house was set ablaze and he left without looking back.

WHAT'S BURIED UNDERNEATH .

HISTORY BEING WRITTEN .

From that point on, he's never been the same. He stuck with the business for a few years until the power dynamic shifted. Both of his parents were usurped, made an example of. But Marcellus? He'd been smarter than that. Skipped town, kept a low profile — even contemplated turning over a crimefree new leaf.

But old habits die hard.

Deep down he seeks the familiarity. It's all he's ever known. Now he’s under a different group but with the same purpose. Thus the viscous cycle continues.

#lawlessintro #marcellus meyer — dialogue .#marcellus meyer — inspo .#tw death

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geekyzelda · 8 months

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Sending u this ask because I desperately want to hear about your post-apocalyptic septimus heap au 👀👀👀

OK. It's been forever but I finally went back through the draft and here is a rough summary.

I was initially calling it the Film Noir AU because I wanted that context to flavor the tone of it. I had 23 pages written out and no outline. Whatever is left has long been lost in my brain.

Here we go:

Picture this: The castle is in ruin. The walls crumbled, people evacuated, and a Darkeness settled over the place like none have seen before.

The Darkeness is controlled by the (slightly more competent than canon) Custodians and is inhabited by all kinds of ugly, creepy creatures.

Our Main Character: Toddhunter Moon, around age 15, arrives at the abandoned ruins of the Castle searching for answers.

Her whole village fell pray to a smattering of Darkeness and she followed rumors and stories south to this place. All she knows is she must find a man named Septimus Heap to help her. Some shop owner along her journey planted the idea in Tod’s head that Septimus is hiding in the Ice Tunnels.

Todd slips into the Darke Castle ruins and is immediately attacked at the hands of a group of Things. They’re making plans to eat her when a young, blonde, green eyed man steps in to save her. He calls himself Sum.

Todd begs Sum to help her find Septimus Heap. After he says no too many times, he agrees to help her find the ice tunnels on the belief that anyone who’s still willing to save the Castle from its downfall will be hiding in the tunnels.

On their way to the ice tunnel entrance, Sum explains the Castle is under a Darke Domain. No one’s positive how it started, but people speculate it was through the actions of a dumb kid. Tod explains she knows absolutely nothing about Magyk.

They reach the Tunnel entrance inside of an old row house (It was Marcellus’s house. In the actual writing I was trying to be clever and imply Marcellus died when the domain took over by saving Sep’s life somehow).

Sum takes Tod into the Ice Tunnel, they stand under the entrance, see it’s uninhabited and mostly caved in and Tod agrees to leave because she’s skeeved out. As she goes to climb the ladder out with Sum behind her, something grabs her ankle and pulls her deeper into the tunnels.

Sum chases after Tod and finds a ghost sucking the life out of her. Sum threatens the ghost but it doesn’t stop feasting on Tod. Half-conscious, Tod watches an incredible amount of purple power flow from Sum. As she passes out, she hears him say something about “angering the seventh son.”

More under the read more

Some time later, Tod wakes up wrapped in blankets. Sum and a new person, Beetle, are arguing about whether or not Sum should have saved her life at all. Beetle is Upset at the amount of power Sum used and is concerned the Custodians will find them.

When Sum sees Tod is awake, he makes her eat a bowl of bland soup and leaves her in Beetle’s care while he leaves for the vault to search for something. (“Why are you going to the vaults?” Beetle asked with suspicion in his voice as Sum stood with a puff of dust. “To search for my long-lost love for you.” Sum winked at his friend.)

Alone, Beetle tells Tod they’re in an office in the old Manuscriptorium. Beetle’s known Sum for years, but befriended his brother first.

Yes, Sum has family, a few brothers. No, he hasn’t known where they are since the Domain began. Me? My mum lives in the port. Far as I know she’s safe. Dang kid, you really know how to endear yourself to a person through a single conversation.

“Can you do Magyk like Sum?” Beetle snorted and said, “No one can do Magyk like Sum.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, no. I can’t do Magyk. It’s an acquired skill.”

Beetle and Tod are bonding when Sum bursts into the room yelling that he’s going out. He won’t answer questions of where he’s going and won’t let either of them come along.

When Sum’s gone, Tod suggests they follow him. Beetle protests saying he is here to protect the manuscriptorium. “If I go down, this place, and most of the Castle’s history, goes down with me!”

Tod leaves the office, meanders through a dusty and decrepit Manuscriptorium and finds the front door. Outside, she realizes she has no idea how to follow Sum when Beetle opens the door behind her. He hands her a tracking charm and says he’s going with her. The tracking charm works for Tod (Obligatory Wow she’s got Magyk! moment) and they’re off!

We switch to Sum’s POV. He is running around the Castle towards the Palace. Dodging custodian guards, he is searching for Dungeon number one on the hope that the answer to the Darke Domain will be in the dungeon.

Fortunately, Sum finds the door to the Dungeon using Magyk. Unfortunately, the Magyk tips the guards off and they catch Sum outside the door and march him off to a meeting with the Supreme Custodian.

I deadass used the phrase “Take him away boys.” I assume I was tired when writing this.

Beetle and Tod happen to be watching from a rooftop above when Sum is captured. They make a plan to follow the guards and see what they can do to free Sum.

Sum is taken away to the Supreme Custodian in the palace. Beetle and Tod manage to sneak in and are listening to the conversation through a crack in the crumbling wall.

The Supreme Custodian threatens Sum for messing around in a place he doesn’t belong. Sum says the custodian is the one who doesn’t belong and the custodian fires back, “Funny for you to say seeing as it’s your fault we’re here, Septimus Heap.”

Tod leans too heavily on the brick wall they’re hiding behind and crashes into the throne room with Beetle tumbling in behind her.

A fight breaks out. Septimus uses Magyk to break his manacled hands and teleports himself, Beetle, and Tod out of there.

This is where the writing I had ends but I had a little bit more planned.

Sep takes them back to the Mauscriptorium where Tod confronts him about lying to her about knowing Septimus Heap.

Sep comes clean and admits to letting the custodians into the Castle and allowing/causing the Darke Domain to settle in.

At some point in this conversation, a sound comes from outside the building. They look out to see a knight of some kind walking unnaturally down the street.

The knight stops in front of the Manuscriptorium and Sep is called out to battle.

An ~intense Magykal battle~ ensues and Sep manages to take out the foe. In the fight, he realizes there’s a person under that armor but they’re moving unnaturally like a puppet.

Sep knocks the helmet off and realizes he’s battling Marcia. Right as he makes a killing blow.

She comes to her senses after the final blow and says something dramatic. “You better save us. I’m proud of you. It’s not your fault.” All that good stuff.

Somehow, the story *resolves* (This is where my draft ended.)

The crew finds Jenna in Dungeon #1 and her release helps fend off the Darkeness.

Merrin was the one who brought in the Darkeness, not Sep, which the audience would learn through some form of dramatic irony.

The Heap family has been hiding out at Draggen island all these years and are alive and well

The Darkeness spread to Tod’s home via the tunnels and when it’s banished from the Castle, Tod’s home is saved too.

Spitfyre was in there somewhere?? Controlled by the custodians maybe? I’m not sure. All I have is one vauge sentence and a 5+ year old memory of wanting to include him.

Funny quotes:

Tod: “Fine. I may be young but I have sailed on my own to another country. Can you say that?” Sep: “No.” Tod: “That's what I thought.” Sep: “I can say I've flown to another country though.” Tod: “What?” Sep: “What?”

Tod: “I'm 15. Would you stop treating me like I don't know anything, please!” Sep: “Well, I'm older than 15 and I do know everything. So, compared to me, you really don't know anything.”

Tod: "It’s not every day you have someone save your life.” Sep: “With the way you act, I’m surprised I’m the first person today.”

Beetle: “By the sound of it she was going to get herself killed before you intervened.” Sep: “What else was I supposed to do, let her die?” Beetle: “No-” “Because that’s where she was headed, Beet. Death.” “I understand that, but-” “I couldn’t just let another kid die, Beetle. I couldn’t.” “I know-” “I can’t believe you would even suggest-” “Are you done with the guilt trip? Yes, I am glad she’s alive, sheez.”

#septimus-heap #septimus heap #geeky gets an ask #do you even remember this ask? It's been 80 years #geeky writes #kind of.#listen I have the opening solid and decent writing.#the rest of the 20 pages are crap.#and very first draft.#geeky speaks

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fruit-salad-ship · 1 year

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Could we hear about how each of the trio's pokemon interact with each other?

Grey: Gai (Lucario) - jolly and enthusiastic. Gets on with everyone but is especially fond of Minerva. Jo (Tangela) - Shy but sweet, a little timid with the bigger species. Best buds with the little house mons like Lump, Mocha and Chip, fond of Quintin for his jolly nature. Harley (Cubone) - Stroppy, enjoys Murder King, and Riot, stern with the rest. Jinseng (Garchomp) - Boa's dad, calm and good natured. Doesnt like Riot, good with the rest, fond of Val and her leadership. Marcellus (Blastoise) - Calm and grouded, loves the little ones, can get a little fed up with Boadicea and Missy, they're a lot sometimes. Saxon (Houndoom) - Super chilled out, gets along with almost all, bar Riot who is chaos. Chigby (Alolan Rattata) - The fanciest rat, he really likes Minerva, Wednesday and Champagne, the rest are indifferent/fine with his presence. Zeke (Darumaka) - a ball of love, most are good with him but he personally is drawn to Bob, Val, Saxon and Boa. Its a fire type thing, he likes the heat share.

Plum: Missy (Dragonair) - ADHD in dragon form, sweet. Though most are tolerant of her, a surprise acceptance comes from Val, who usually dislikes mons like missy. She loves everyone, EXCEPT Boa. They have a fierce rivalry. Minerva (Lopunny) - respected amongst them all, no one hates minerva, she is a very good pillar of strength for many, but loves to hang with Gai, Wednesday, Champagne, Chigby, Quintin and Booker a lot. They all gossip together. Boa is her sister in her eyes. Wednesday (Misdreavus) - Naughty and energetic, she's a new addition from the trios holidays to Paldea, gets on GREAT with Missy, Gai, Riot and Pam. They are chaos as a group. Don (Rockruff) - A new addition, young but fussy. Gets on well with Saxon, Minerva, Booker, Chigby and Valka, activley dislikes the smaller more hyper mons like Zeke and Scooter.

Peach: Bob (Torkoal) - Loves the youngsters. Has a distinct adoration for Val seeing as they have history. No one can hate him, he's a gentle old soul who cares for all. Even Riot shows respect. Valka (Vulpix) - Fussy by nature, she keeps distance from most. Fond of Minerva, Booker, Murder King, Jinseng, and Bob. Surprisingly patient with Missy and Boa. Wants to eat chigby. Booker (Teddiursa) - Tolerant though grouchy, enjoys Minerva, Pam and Gai, has a strong dislike for Wednesday. Riot (Lycanroc-mindnight) - Everyones problem, Riot is too unruly for most. He loves to brawl with anyone. likes Pam, Don, and Booker, a lot, dislikes Saxon heavily. Gentle with ED. Quintin (Scizor) - Airhead, most have no issue with him, he's too sunny to dilslike. Boadicea (CharizardXGarchomp) - usually very good with others, she has no issue with even other dragons. All bar Missy, who she doesnt care for one bit. Adores Bob and Jinseng, her two dads. Minerva loves her like family, Val protects her as a fellow fire type. Donut (stantler) - Does not tolerate Riot's tomfoolery. Otherwise calm and sturdy, doesnt spook even with the little energetic ones. Fond of Marcellus and Jo, taken a liking to Don. Murder King (Omanyte) - Enjoys the company of Harley those two are like peas in a pod. Has a crush on Minerva, is super fond of Pam for her spirit, very entertained by Chip's devious nature. Strongly dislikes Chigby for some reason, no one can work that one out.

HOUSE MONS (No official trainer, but alwasy there) Chip (Seedot) - A devious little seed, chops and changes a lot. best friends with lump and scooter. Enjoys ED for his naive nature, Hangs with MK a little too much. Enjoys Marcellus. Lump (Lotad) - everyone besides chip and scooter are indifferent to lump, he's so chilled out and often just sleeps a lot and waddles around. Scooter (Surskit) - Hyperactive, Chip and Lump adore them. likes to see what Quintins up to, avoids Riot, spooked by Saxon, distrusts Harley. Mocha (Milcery) - one braincell. Has no hate in her at all, though spooked easily, has no issue even if pokemon scare her, soon forgets she was nervous. New love for Wednesday, those two get on great. ED (Scrafty) - Everyone loves ED, I mean c'mon, he's just a little dude. Missy, Minerva and Marcellus all baby him a lot, Pam tries to toughen him up, even MK and Riot are cautious with the him. Pam (Pancham) - Quite likes Riot for his brutish nature, looks up to Booker, likes to stirr the lump-chip-scooter pot, gets them in trouble. Champagne (Trubbish) - a proper lady, likes things just so, gets on great with Minerva, good with Val, very friendly towards Chigby. Not overall any trouble, just quite particular. Dislikes Riot heavily, not fond of Harley.

Thats all the mons that hang around a lot, but theres plenty roaming around the island elsewhere.

#pokemon #the house mons #and team mates #fruit salad #long post

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harleyacoincidence · 11 months

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Basically Hamlet Act 1, Scene 1

Bernard, Horatio, Marcellus: What are you doing in my house? What are you doing in my house?!

Ghost: I want waffle fries.

#hamlet #william shakespere #the walten files

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autismmydearwatson · 11 months

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please write that essay :> /nf

We all know Daddy Ham (as he was called backstage) as the main initiator of the plot, who haunts both the narrative and his own son. He is the ghost who reveals himself to his son to command that he avenge his foul and unnatural murder by King Claudius. This spurs a vengeful but all-too-reflective Hamlet down the self-destructive vortex of justice. He places a sword in his sons hand and tells him "just fuckin kebab him" but Hamlet can't just fuckin kebab his uncle, not right away. Hamlet needs to plan. Hamlet needs clues. That's why he is perceived as procrastinating: he's not a boy of direct action, he's a man of convoluted plots and cleverness, rather like Claudius himself.

So why does Hamlet listen to the guy? It's not just because he loves his father. In many ways, the time period in which the tragedy takes place affects Hamlets beliefs. In the 16th century, the people believed three things. Trust me, it's a surprise tool we'll use later.

The last wishes of a dead or dying relative were to be taken seriously as the grave

Murder is bad

Murder of a relative (known as "kinslaying") was WORSE.

Therefore,

Hamlet MUST obey the last wishes of his dead father and fuckin kebab his uncle BUT

Murder is bad, no matter how much both Hamlet and Daddy Ham want to do it, but MOST IMPORTANTLY

Claudius is Hamlets blood uncle. If Hamlet were to kill Claudius, he would bring the curse of Kinslayer upon himself.

So Prince Hamlet is caught between a rock and a hard place, but that's not the point, so break my heart for I must hold my tongue.

The point is: Daddy Ham was a cruel and fearsome and emotionally manipulative father and I'm going to prove it.

The ghost of Daddy Ham appears five times, twice to Marcellus and Barnardo before the story takes place, once to Marcellus, Bernardo, and Horatio, once to Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus, and once to Hamlet alone.

After seeing the ghost, Horatio and the Boyz report it to a suicidal Hamlet in the middle of his Transgender Depression Soliloquy. One of the first things Hamlet interrogates the Boyz on in order to identify the ghost was:

"What, looked he frowningly?"

"A countenance more

In sorrow than in anger."

"Pale or red?"

"Nay, very pale."

- dialogue between Hamlet and Horatio, Act 1, Scene 2

He asks if he was frowning. Seems a small detail, you say, but hear me, listen: whenever Hamlet DOES see his father's ghost, he is not joyful or happy. Instead, he is scared and driven with shakes and tears. Isn't it odd that he should feel this way upon seeing his father, when his fathers death (and Gertrudes infidelity) is the reason behind his melancholy?

Again: HAMLET FEARS HIS FATHER.

Evidence, in Act 1, Scene 4:

Enter Ghost

Horatio: Look, my lord, it comes!

Hamlet: Angels and ministers of grace defend us!

The Ghost beckons Hamlet to follow him, so they can speak in private. Horatio and Marcellus attempt to hold him back in fear of his sanity, but Hamlet is determined to hear what the apparition wants from him, and follows his father to a private place.

Now, what is easy to overlook is that Daddy Ham was a military man who was killed before his sins could be forgiven, which therefore condemns him to purgatory by day and wandering the mortal realm by night. This is part of why he is so desperate for vengeance.

Purgatory in the Catholic canon is not punishment for the damned, but purification for the sinners.

I am thy fathers spirit,

Doomed for a certain term to walk the night

And for the day confined to fast in fires,

Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature

Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid

To tell the secrets of my prison house,

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word

Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,

Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,

Thy knotted and combined locks to part

And each particular hair to stand on end,

Like quills upon the fearful porpentine.

- Daddy Ham to Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 5

Obviously, this hinting at the Horrors awaiting in the afterlife is frightening enough to Hamlet, who as we know is someone who is deeply afraid of what happens after death. But for what foul crimes is Daddy Ham confined? What did he DO? Being a great warrior in his time, as supported by both Horatio and Hamlet, we can assume things such as horrific war crimes or bloody sacrifices.

But what's more interesting are the lines immediately after this:

Ghost: List, list, O list!

If thou didst ever thy dear father love--

Hamlet: O God!

Ghost: Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder

"If you my son ever loved me, you must avenge my murder."

Dunno about you, but that sounds, I don't know, manipulative as FUCK.

ESPECIALLY to a kid who probably believes thoroughly that kinslaying is unforgivable, but is bound to obey the wishes of his dead father.

The next time Daddy Ham appears is shortly after Hamlet kills Polonius, mistaking him for Claudius, and is in the middle of slutshaming his mom.

Hamlet: A king of shreds and patches--

Enter Ghost

Save me and hover o'er me with your wings,

You heavenly guards!--What would your gracious figure?

Gertrude: Alas, he's mad!

Hamlet: Do you not come your tardy son to chide,

That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by

The important acting of your dread command?

O, say!

Ghost: Do not forget. This visitation

Is but to sharpen thy almost blunted purpose.

Act 3, Scene 4

*This is the second time Hamlet has cried out for angels to protect him after being taken by surprise by his dad's ghost.

Gertrude: Whereon do you look?

Hamlet: On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares!

His form and cause conjoined, preaching to stones

Would make them capable.

(To Ghost) Do not look upon me,

Lest with this piteous action you convert

My stern effects. Then what I have to do

Will want true color-- tears perchance for blood.

This is his father we're dealing with, who Hamlet has mourned for two months. Yes, Hamlet is someone who deeply fears death and everything in the afterlife, but case in point: no son should be afraid of his father.

The "tears perchance for blood" line is worrying as well: "Do not keep looking at me that way, or else I will cry instead of doing what you want."

In the next scene, Gertrude says:

To draw apart the body he hath killed.

O'er whom his very madness, like some ore

Among a mineral of metals base,

Shows itself pure. He weeps for what is done.

-Act 4, Scene 1

But does Hamlet cry for the bloody deed? Or is he crying because he's scared?

"But Jasper," you may say, "Hamlet is shown multiple times singing his fathers praises!"

So we do! But part of Hamlets tragedy is that we never really get to know Hamlet before he is grief-stricken and suicidal. Therefore all instances of Hamlet extolling Daddy Hams virtues are only seen after Daddy Ham is dead.

That it should come to this.

But two months dead--nay, not so much, not two.

So excellent a king, that was to this

Hyperion to a satyr. So loving to my mother

That he might not beteem the winds of heaven

Visit her face too roughly.

-Act 1, Scene 2

*note the emphasis on how kind Daddy Ham was to his wife, but no mention of kindness to Hamlet himself.

He was a man. Take him for all in all.

I shall not look upon his like again.

-Act 1, Scene 2

See what a grace is seated on his brow?

Hyperions curls, the front of Jove himself,

An eye like Mars to threaten and command,

A station like the herald Mercury

New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill--

A combination and a form indeed

Where every god did seem to set his seal

To give the world assurance of a man.

-Act 3, Scene 4

Why is the timing of these praises significant? The fact that Hamlet is making these remarks two months after his father's death means its possible that Hamlet, still in the early stages of grief, is trying to remember only the best parts of his father. It is a tactic I have unfortunately experienced firsthand. He is grieving, his father is dead, his mother remarried almost immediately, and his birthright taken out from under him: why dwell on the abuses he possibly endured when he could simply gloss over them by emphasizing what he liked most about his dad?

Case in point:

Daddy Ham is trapped in purgatory for crimes he committed while still living

That he has yet to redeem himself for.

He tells his son to avenge him, or else he never loved him

Hamlet is so afraid of his own dad that he almost cries upon his appearance.

Hamlet emphasizes his father's virtues and ignores the manipulative aspects to process his grief

Daddy Ham was abusive, thank you for reading

#sorry if this isnt as concise as it sounded in my head #long post #Shakespeare #Hamlet #jaspers prattling

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rhmis-user-2020 · 1 month

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Leberecht and his parents

-Leberecht is the cousin of Hildred, Marcellus and Ignatius, he's the same age as Marcellus in terms of year but the date of birth is completely different as he was born on the 15th of June whilst Marcellus was born on the 20th of November.

-His mother, Faustina is the sister of Gilbert who is younger than him, she is the polar opposite of her brother as she is a warm-hearted and altruistic person. As she often helps him out with problems, she does not know who Marcellus is because she barely sees him but she is happy for Marcus to have a father figure that isn't her brother.

-Her husband, Thatcher is much like her and the two are shown to be in love and never argue with each other.

-Leberecht has Heterochromia, cuz he has one eye colour from his mother and one from his father.

-Unlike Marcellus's parents and much like Philibert's parents, the parents of Leberecht are supportive and love their child no matter if they are born differently. He is the only child, but his parents greatly cherished him.

-Like Marcellus, he loves flowers and his favourite has to be the sunflower.

-He is quite timid and anxious.

-His favourite colour has to be green cuz he often wears green clothes.

-Leberecht's favourite food is supper.

-He knows Marcellus's parent is Quirin and not Ramona and Gilbert which he is happy about.

-The parents of Marcellus or Leberecht's relatives often insult him by saying a two-coloured freak which angers Faustina and Thatcher.

-Despite not knowing about Marcellus as his cousin until later on, he still views him as one.

-He loves art and mathematics and wants to one day be an artist and mathematician.

-He's gay but his parents are supportive of him.

-Faustina and Thatcher are carpenters much like Ramona and Gilbert, but the two often teach him the importance of wood-making and carpentry.

-Marcellus does often visit him with Varian and Leberecht often views them as two pseudo-brothers and close friends.

-His cousin didn't know that he had relatives cuz he thought that he had none since Marcellus was locked in the basement and hadn't seen them, the only time he did was just hearing about them. Occasionally, he does see them albeit when he is in the kitchen cooking or cleans the house.

-He loves his parents and will always be happy to have them.

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Just wondering, what're Grey's pokemons nicknames?

Vileplume - Piff - Grown as a project as a child in class, like when kids have to grow lima beans or sunflowers.

Cubone - Harley - his first true catch, his own choice, a very naughty boy, clever, difficult to connect with. House mon.

Poliwrath - Luthor - A catch as a young child, good natured and well adjusted. Strong willed.

Gyarados - Tanto (lady of the lake) - A sweet gentle soul who proves not all of the species are menacing. Prosthetic tail.

Houndoom - Saxon - An old ex-fighter, floppy herd mon now, keeps flocks in line, and lies to lie on people. loves a pet, scruffy.

Blastoise - Marcellus - A calm caring presence, spends his retirement days watering crops with fitted sprinkler heads on his cannons.

Hawlucha - Mysterio - Jolly, high energy, very charismatic. Loves to showboat, is friendly and open.

Carracosta - Costa - shy, docile and often out at sea, comes in for some time with Grey, but keeps to himself a lot.

Lucario - Gai - Always close at hand, helps Grey test items, is a solid fighter and very energetic individual. Can hype up a room.

Gyarados - Bilquiss - shiny, the meanest natured of the pod, not to be messed with, holds some regard for her trainer, but only him.

Gyarados - Atriox - Strongest and largest in the pod, a king form, unusual horns and fins, very well balanced, a good fighter.

Machop - Jack - Alwasy in his little puffer jacket, he's a good natured pokemon with a curious nature, and willing energy to be involved.

Twin Tyrogues - Andy and Olly - hatched from a single egg, they're inseparable, chaos energy, totally dumb, house mons.

Pancham - Pam - a house pokemon, testing little girl, leads others to make bad choices, devious, smart.

Pangoro - Mob - docile, a good battler, soft natured, lost his cape fur a while back, never regrew. Very chill.

Toxel - Vladimir - Got some dietary allergies, house pokemon, total baby, loves to sit on a hip. Has to have special care during storms.

Tangela - Jo - Caught young, grows flowers now, very shy, Helps around the house a lot.

Garchomp - Ginseng - A sturdy boy with a tolerance for others. Boa's dad.

Scyther - Loch - helps tend the grounds, a little stoic, but kind hearted, does the right thing.

Darumaka - Zeke - a lovable goofball, house pokemon, rolls everywhere possible.

Chesnaught - Obelix - shiny, dwarf sized. A tiny sweetheart, buddy shaped, not suitable for battle.

Mudsdale - Chester - Sturdy, solid mount for Grey to traverse with ease. Bombproof.

Dusknoir - Vanquish - naughty, tricky, cheeky and elusive, a great deal of fun, visitors like her a lot.

Accelgor - Seven - Cool calm and collected, tries to maintain this energy but can be startled easily.

Talonflame - Angel - a great delivery mon, proud and fussy, but very fond of her trainer, a speedy individual.

#this is the most of it #cant think of any others #pokemon #prof.grey

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florencetypemaniacs · 10 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARCEL!~Short Story

MARCELLUS'S BACKSTORY SPOILERS BELOW!!!

The sun glistened on the Sarno River, where ships floated aimlessly while others were anchored at port. People were all about enjoying the sunny morning, not even minding sailors ordering their men to get the nets drawn so they could get to work selling their fresh scores of fish down at the market.

Further north, crisp hills rolled from a large mountain to the crowded city to the west. The streets were bustling as people shopped, visited relatives, and even children drew on the walls of a big arch with speckles of paint that their guardians let them buy when the merchants came into town only a few days ago.

Although people were walking down one street in the center of the city, heads turned as shouts bounced off the stone walls covered in floral motifs.

"Thief!"

"Stop him, you fools!"

A man, or more accurately, a teen dressed in a cloak, ran down the busy street, bumping into people as he ran from city guards.

"Sorry!" The teen said this as he jumped through a fountain, splashing water on an older woman who was resting.

“Es stercus!” A man yelled, helping the woman up.

"I said sorry!" The teen yelled over his shoulder; his feet burned from the hot cobblestone marked by the sun.

Need to lose the old dogs.

Looking to his right, he smiled like a lemer and ran towards the narrow alleyway, knowing full well that the guards would not be able to follow him with the bulk of armor they torture themselves with.

Marcel held his breath as the guards ran past the alleyway, not noticing the hunched figure of the sixteen-year-old boy.

Letting out a chuckle, he held the bag full of his precious cargo closer to his body, making sure none of it was smashed.

Looking up at the sun, he knew he should be getting back and quickly climbed the wall of the building next to him with the help of a few boxes and overgrown vines.

Balancing on the roof, he leapt from house to house, gracefully and practically dancing in the warm sun.

It only took a few minutes, and knowing the city like the back of his hand made it easier to navigate even while he was on rooftops.

Finally arriving at his destination, he easily jumped on a balcony and swung to a tree branch hanging by until his feet hit the ground.

"At last....home." Marcel said, looking at the old torn-down villa built with tan bricks and red pine wooden decorations that hung in the front to ward off evil spirits.

The closer he got, the more he could hear the sounds of laughter and crying from children. Through short, wide windows, if he narrowed his eyes and focused, he could see heads of hair run past.

Marcel let out a smirk and opened the front door.

"Mars!" A small girl squealed and threw herself into his arms, which spined her around.

"Oh Cassia! It's been forever since I saw you!"

"You saw me this morning, Mars!" Cassia giggled and hung onto the taller boy.

Marcel grinned. "Did I? Well, you've grown since then!"

Cassia blushed and stood on her tiptoes. "You really think so?"

"Well, of course."

"Is that Marcellus?! Oh, I have a word to pick with you."

From down the hallway a young woman appeared with black hair all the way down to the floor in a braid and the most stunning blue eyes that seemed to distract people from her dark bags that were under them.

"Decima! It's good to see you."

"I don't want to hear it, Marcellus." Decima spoke with narrowed eyes, then turned to Cassia.

"Little Shurb, how about you go play outside with the twins?"

Cassia wrinkled her small button nose. "But they always want to play Terni lapilli."

Decima frowned. "What's wrong with Terni lapilli?"

Cassia crossed her arms. "Nothing; they just always lose the marbles, and it takes us till sundown to find them." She pouted.

Marcel got down on his knees and booped her nose. "How about this? You play with your brothers, and I'll get you new marbles tomorrow."

Cassia's eyes widened. "Shiny ones?"

Marcel nodded, the small girl's smile being infectious. "They will be as shiny as Sol's chariot."

Cassia nodded her little head. "Deal!" The small girl ran out of the arched, cracked doorway.

Decima sighed as she rubbed at a stain on her lavender stola.

"Marcellus, what have you done this time?"

Marcel lips pressed together, knowing full well a lecture was coming.

"Please, on Astraeus's stars, do not start pestering me, Decima.

"Oh, shall I not, Marcellus? If the sweat on your forehead and the dirt on your feet are any indication, you have been participating in Mercury's sinful tricks."

"Don't pretend that his sinful tricks do not keep us from drowning."

Decima glared. "They may keep our heads above the tide, but for how much longer? Once the guards catch you, that's it!" She slammed her hand down on the table, and Marcel was surprised her copper wedding band on her finger didn't crack.

Marcel's brows furrowed. "Don't you see I am doing what I must? With Octavian gone—" Decima's eyes closed as if in pain at the mention of the name. "—we are all at risk even with our union. If we don't manage to keep up with our debt, then our ruse would have been for nothing, not to mention what Rufus would do."

Decima looked away, and Marcel took the older girl by the shoulders, making her look him in the eye. "You are my truest friend... I am doing what is right for all of us. For the children. For you as well."

Marcel and Decima stared into each other's eyes for what felt like minutes. They knew everything about the other—what stalked their dreams, what pushed them to keep going—but they never judged, for they completely trusted the other.

Decima nodded at her friend. "May Juno be with you."

Marcel smiled, a little bitterly. "No gods are with me."

Before Decima could utter a sound, Marcel walked down the hall. "Cerdis is in the children's room, I'm guessing."

Decima called back, wiping her hands on the front of her stola. "Yes, you know he has been waiting for you."

Happiness surged through him, suppressing the fear that was slowly creeping into his mind.

Marcel smiled and opened the door to the largest room in the very small, cracked domus where they lay their heads each night.

Candles lit the room where no windows let their light in. Two dark wooden cribs were in the corner, while there was a small bed on the other side of the room, which kept two growing children resting their heads, although there was barely any room for one child, much less two.

Although right then there was only one child, whose hair was raven and nappy, even under the covers, anyone could see the boy was small—too small. Most considered the boy to be cursed by Asclepius and wanted him put out of his misery, although Marcel knew better.

Marcel sat on the bed, making sure not to startle the sleeping figure.

Gently, Marcel uncovered the face of the small boy to reveal sunken eyes and paste-like skin that seemed to be coated with sweat; however, there was a small smile that played on the sleeping boy's lips.

The older boy spoke softly. "Cerdis, it is time to wake; Sol's chariot has already passed."

Eyes slowly opened, blinking before the little boy grinned from ear to ear; his brightness could put a smile on anyone's face.

"Mars!" A raspy voice came from Cerdis as he sat up, wrapping his small arms around the older boy.

Marcel softly kissed the boy on the top of the head. "Ah! Finally, you wake from your slumber." He held the raven-haired boy close. "Are you feeling blessed this morning by the gods?"

Cerdis nodded his head, looking confident. "Yes, because it is my day of birth!"

Marcel smiled. "Yes, it's not everyday that someone survives five winters."

Cerdis frowned. "I am still not as tall as Cassia."

The older boy laughed. "No, but maybe with the help of Juno, you will catch up." He said it, hoping that the bitterness would be kept out of his tone.

Cerdis gave him a toothy grin. "You really think so? I won't only be older than her, but taller as well!"

Ah yes, Cassia does hold her height over Cerdis very often, although it is probably due to the fact that Cerdis was the only one who questioned her when picking games. Hmm. I wonder what Cassia will do when Cerdis comes into manhood. I'm sure Cassia will find something else to hang over the poor boy's head.

Marcel patted Cerdis's head. "Well...I have you a present."

Cerdis shook with excitement and, with almost lightning speed, reached for Marcel's satchel but with speed was snatched back. "Now, now, Cerdis, I have a few other things in here."

Cerdis crinkled his nose, although the comment didn't make his smile waver. "I cannot wait any longer! Please Mars! What have you brought me?"

Without a second thought, Marcel opened the bag, minding the trinkets that were valuable, however small enough that their owners would not even notice they were gone until it was too late.

Cerdis's eyes widened as Marcel pulled something oval-shaped and quite small into his palm and wrapped it in cloth.

The raven-haired boy smelled the sweet aroma, and his mouth watered. "Is that-?"

Marcel uncovered the item to reveal the room-temperature sweet bun, smashed a little on one side, which made the honey sweetness drip over until the cloth was covered with the sticky substance.

"A maritozzi!" Cerbis, not minding the stick, grabbed the sweet treat with full hands and took a bite. Marcel tried not to cringe at the mess on the boy's face.

But it was quite easy, with the happiness shining through. "Mmm."

"I see you are quite enjoying my present."

Cerdis showed his dimples through his smile, licking his fingers. "Thank you, Mars!"

Marcel smiled in a moment of weakness, asking the gods to bless his little brother with many more winters.

"It was no trouble." Marcel once again kissed Cerdis head.

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