Yes, I would be very interested hearing your head canon (@tim-ribbert-56) (in response to this post)
I have decided for my personal entertainment that Clarisse de Cagliostro is related to Lupin III, and here's why.
-pulls out Arsène Lupin's Wikipedia page-
In the novel La Comtesse de Cagliostro, a young Arsène Lupin (at the time going by the name Raoul d'Andrésy) was courting Clarisse d'Etigues, a young lady of a well-to-do family, and trying to win her hand, despite her father's disapproval.
Throughout the course of the novel, Lupin meets and falls in love with Joséphine Balsamo, aka the Countess of Cagliostro, and abandons Clarisse in favour of her. To clarify, Joséphine is not actually countess of anything, she is (or claims to be) a descendant of Giuseppe Balsamo aka the Count of Cagliostro (who was also count of jack shit), a famous conman from the 18th century.
Shenanigans ensue, which I will not go into in details on, but oh my god I am insane about Raoul and Joséphine, I want to dissect them and study them under a microscope. It turns out Joséphine aka Cagliostro is evil as fuck, Raoul/Lupin realizes that and goes back to Clarisse (whom he had previously abandoned like an old sock, I fucking hate this guy), marries her, and a few years later has her kid.
Unfortunately Clarisse dies in childbirth, and Joséphine, who was still around and very very pissed at Lupin (and jealous as hell of Clarisse whom, may I mention, had never personally antagonized her in any way whatsoever, Joséphine is just fucking bonkers). Joséphine also kidnaps Lupin and Clarisse's son, Jean, and raises him as her own son. (I have not yet read the following novel The revenge of Cagliostro so I don't really know what Jean's deal is, I just know he's an antagonist).
The following is my headcanon, based on these events. In the universe of Lupin III, Joséphine Balsamo was actually countess of the small kingdom of Cagliostro (maybe Giuseppe was count, maybe he conned his way into becoming count, maybe he bought the land and built a fake kingdom with a fake history, who knows).
After the events of The revenge of Cagliostro, Jean settles down in the country of Cagliostro, gets married, has a child, and that child will later have a daughter of their own, who they name Clarisse, after their late grandmother. Clarisse de Cagliostro, of Lupin III: The Castle of Cagliostro fame, would thus be the great-grand-daughter of Arsène Lupin, making her Lupin III's cousin/niece/whatever you call this specific degree of separation.
I am choosing to make Clarisse de Cagliostro a great-granddaughter of Arsène Lupin, rather than a granddaughter, because Arsène Lupin was very young when the events I described unfolded: he is 20 years old when he meets Clarisse d'Etigues and the whole Cagliostro debacle happens, and 25 by the time Jean is born. I'm assuming he had Lupin II much later in his life. So Jean and Lupin II (half-brothers) would have a significant difference in age, and so Jean's hypothetical child (grandchild of Arsène Lupin, so of the same generation of Lupin III) would be much older than Lupin III. Clarisse de Cagliostro is younger than him, maybe around the same age if you stretch it, so she's have to be a great-grandchild.
Now I need to read The revenge of Cagliostro and study Arsène Lupin's wikipedia page in more detail to determine when exactly Lupin II was born and who his mother was. And also where Albert's family branched out, because the fact that he's called D'Andrésy should theoretically place him as a descendant of Arsène Lupin's mother but not of Arsène Lupin himself; but Jean was also going by that last name, so who fucking knows.
No I am not insane I promise, I am just a gigantic nerd.
Is it time to lead or is it time to die?
Time to raise hell or walk on by?
Is there anybody out there that's payin' attention?
Yeah, yeah
Is it time to speak up or time for silence?
Time for peace or is it time for violence?
Is there anybody out there that's payin' attention?
Yeah, yeah
Tell me what you tryna hide
And what you runnin' from inside
'Cause I got a surprise
We might not make it to the mornin'
So go on and tell me now
Do you have enough love in your heart
To go and get your hands dirty?
It isn't that much, but it's a good start
So go and get your hands dirty
Do you love your neighbor?
Is it in your nature?
Do you love a sunset?
Aren't you fed up yet?
Do you have enough love in your heart
To go and get your hands dirty?
Yeah, yeah
To go and get your hands dirty
I got a skeleton under the floorboard
I got a secret I need you to keep
Run away, run away, you have been forewarned
I don't wanna go off in the deep
If we don't do somethin', we'll be stuck up in the mud again
Don't wanna mess it up 'cause I want everything and nothing at all
I've got a feeling when they walkin' on the ceilin'
That the people needed healin' and they know
Tell me what you tryna hide
And what you runnin' from inside
'Cause I got a surprise
We might not make it to the mornin'
So go on and tell me now
Do you have enough love in your heart
To go and get your hands dirty?
It isn't that much, but it's a good start
So go and get your hands dirty
Do you love your neighbor?
Is it in your nature?
Do you love a sunset?
Aren't you fed up yet?
Do you have enough love in your heart
To go and get your hands dirty?
Yeah, yeah
To go and get your hands dirty
Is there anybody out there that's payin' attention?
Is there anybody out there that's payin' attention?
Is there anybody out there that's payin' attention?
Is there anybody out there? (There, there, there, there, there, there)
So go on and tell me now (oh)
Do you have enough love in your heart
(Do you have enough love in your heart?)
To go and get your hands dirty?
It isn't that much, but it's a good start (a good start)
So go and get your hands dirty
Do you love your neighbor?
Is it in your nature?
Do you love a sunset?
Aren't you fed up yet?
Do you have enough love in your heart
To go and get your hands dirty?
Yeah, yeah
To go and get your hands dirty
warnings: angst, cheating, a little bit of slut shaming it's short
prompts list / prompts masterlist
"I want a divorce."
You had been standing in the back garden, a glass of wine grasped in your hand, the words had rolled off your tongue with ease. Peaking over your shoulder, your eyes landed on Mason, the cheery smile slowly disappearing from his face. The deep red wine sloshed about your glass as you lifted it, poisoning your lips with its bitter taste. His parents had brought it with them, you mistakenly telling your mother-in-law that you had enjoyed it the last time they had come to dinner. You didn't like it but you drank it to be polite.
He reacted quickly, sliding the glass patio door shut as he stepped out into the garden. His parents were still inside, lingering around after the dinner was finished a long time ago. If you were about to end your marriage right there and then, they certainly didn't need to hear it. "What are you-"
"What's her name?" You refuse to give him a chance to speak, not when you had so much to say, so many questions to ask and you knew he only had one lie to tell you. Taking one last sip of your drink, you pour the rest out onto the grass, your arm extended as far as possible. "What's her name, Mason?" You repeat your question, turning to look at him. He's looking directly at you, the colour fading from his face as you continue your interrogation. "What's the name of the whore you've been fucking, Mason?"
"Could you keep your voice down?"
"Why?" There's a tone of sarcasm to your voice. "Scared mummy and daddy might hear? Scared they might find out their perfect little son, with his perfect little marriage and his perfect little life is just another fuck up? Hmm? Is that why you want me to keep my voice down?" You scoff, shaking your head. "What do you think I'll say-"
"Nothing," it was his turn to cut you off, attempting to gain control of the narrative, "you won't be saying anything because we're not getting divorced!"
"What makes you think that I want to stay married to a cheater?"
You sensed your marriage was coming to a standstill long before you had discovered his torrid affair. It started when you noticed the absence of the little things. They were silly little things like laughing at your terrible jokes or gifting you flowers when he knew he had made a mistake in your dreams. Silly little things that would've meant so little to an outsider but meant so much to you. They were his versions of grand gestures of love. Mason didn't need to sweep you off your feet to show you he loved you.
Then came the late nights, sneaking back into your bed, with the smell of beer on his breath that he had attempted to cover up with a piece of gum and a quick brush of his teeth. He would always tell you last-minute plans made with the boys after training, but when you asked Kai or Reece about them, they'd give you a vague answer. He kept a secret from you and lied to your face all in the same sentence.
Your final decision was made when you cleaned your bedroom. Crumpled in the corner, just hidden under a towel was a white button-down. Maybe his secret would've stayed a secret if you hadn't noticed the smudge of lipstick on the collar. Maybe his secret would've remained a secret if you hadn't noticed the wine stain on the pocket. But the smell of cheap perfume that lingered on the expensive fabric? Now that wasn't hard to ignore. It burned your senses and emphasised Mason's lies.
"Mason? Y/N?" You look up to find your mother-in-law at the back door, cradling your son in her arms. Hudson had been asleep when you stepped outside to fill your lungs with fresh air and to cool your skin in the night breeze. "I think someone is ready for a bottle," she tells you both, completely unaware of the tension between you and her son. Her smile is cheery, resembling that of her son and her grandson.
"We'll be in in a second," Mason was quick to reply, his eyes fixed only on you. He glances over his shoulder, sighing at the sight of his mum walking away from them. "Don't do this," he begs, reaching out to touch your wrist, attempting to stop you from returning inside, "for Hudson's sake, don't do this."
"For Hudson's sake?" He was desperate to use your son as a bargaining chip and only left you feeling angrier. "If you had been smarter, you would've hidden your shirt in the back of your closet or you would've gotten rid of it," Mason's head drops, the guilt on his face hidden as he looks at the ground, "you wouldn't have left it in the corner of our bedroom for me to find. Maybe then, I wouldn't be asking for a divorce."
General tag list: @shanoontje @maseandkepa @weddingdisco @theblxefox @blueathens @ofxinnocence @masonchilwell @1-800-benji-chilwell @mrschilly @geek-and-proud @in-my-body-bag @greykitkepa @nooooojimmyprotested @laurasstufff1
tagged by @v-arbellanaris ! :) i just did them all for keir/anders since i know them best
future starts slow by the kills
And after all God can keep my soul
England have my bones
But don’t ever give me up
I could never get back up
When the future starts so slow
nfwmb by hozier
Give your heart and soul to charity
’Cause the rest of you, the best of you
Honey, belongs to me
chaotic good by hey steve
Probably gonna leave a bruise
Wreck my heart and credit too
But all I really want to do is—
’Cause baby you’re good
So, so chaotic good
the chain by fleetwood mac
And if you don’t love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you sayin’
You would never break the chain
dirty by grandson
Do you have enough love in your heart
To go and get your hands dirty?
It isn't that much, but it's a good start
it will come back by hozier
Don’t let me in with no intention to keep me
Jesus Christ, don’t be kind to me
Honey, don’t feed me, I will come back
vampire smile by kyle la grange
Baby, you need to leave
’Cause I’m getting drunk on your noble deeds
It doesn’t matter that they don’t get done
When I feel this cold, they’re like the fucking sun
Baby, I need a friend
But I’m a vampire smile, you’ll meet a sticky end
hate me soon by yellow ostrich
You’re gonna hate me soon
If you do not desist
From what I kindly turn
To neverending kiss
I’m gonna love you soon
If you do understand
And then you leave me for
A better kind of man
curses by the crane wives
Won’t you stay with me, my darling
When this house don’t feel like home?
Won't you stay with me, my darling
When the war starts in my heart?
Oh, ashes, ashes, dust to dust
The devil’s after both of us
Oh, lay my curses out to rest
Make a mercy out of me
I'm so excited to share this little trailer I made for a story that I've been DYING to share for the longest time.
If possible. please watch it with sound on 💕💕
Pairing: Hitter!Dean x Thief!Reader
Summary: The Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency is the best group of con artists in the world. But even though Y/N can crack safes, scale buildings and infiltrate even the most secure locations, she still can't find a way to deal with her all consuming feelings for the group's greek god of a hitter; Dean Winchester. How will she handle their next big heist, when she's forced to get up close and personal with the man of her dreams?
Warnings: Idiots in love, smutty thoughts, a lot of swearing and a ton of bad jokes.
A/N: This story is 50% jokes and 50% dirty thoughts. No deep angst, just fun and action! Inspired by the series Leverage.
Song used in the video: Blood in the Water by Grandson
Tagging my forever's and Dean's below the "Read More" so they know what's coming!
hello again! I return to request more wonderful song recs, if possible?.What's been inspiring you lately?
Hope you're doing well! I still feel feral about veyadi, so thank you!
HI!! I'm actually doing better than I have been for the last ~4-6 months because my fun new body problems are more understood and therefore controllable! Woo!
Some stuff I've been consuming lately:
SONG: "Dirty" by grandson -- originally picked for the Stupidest Bardlock playlist, but turns out it's pretty resonant with a bunch of my character impulses, and has also ended up on the Fancy Uncle Chucklefuck and general writing playlists!
TV/MANGA: DUNGEON MESHI -- I kind of sensed it was going to be a whole fucking problem for me, and indeed, when @canalsobemoe came to hang out with us for a couple weeks just as it started airing, I subsequently binged the whole manga in a couple days (in part bc of a flare-up that meant i needed to not be typing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) It's in the realm of Witch Hat Atelier, where it simultaneously has 1) the greatest compassion for its characters and 2) a profound interest in some deeply fucked up circumstances. Also consistently hilarious! (Thank you dunmeshi fandom for agreeing that Farcille is ship number one; I am also tragically into Labru bc they're very parallel to a ship I'm hoping to write one day, though younger and fed through a more comedic thresher.)
TV/MANGA: Dorohedoro -- speaking of @canalsobemoe's incredible media-recommendation powers, I finally finished the anime. The vibes are that delicious mix of unspeakable weirdness tempered with precious mundanity, which I think I aspire to in some key ways. The timing and pace of the anime is absolutely great -- high-octane breakneck fun at every step.
BOOK: Wolf Hall Trilogy -- I finally finished The Mirror and the Light, which I've been painstakingly working through since it came out in.......2020. I'm probably swinging back around to read from the top bc it's just such good fucking prose. I'm nowhere near the master linguist Mantel was, but this series was definitely in my brain during Archive edits.
BOOK: The Golden Compass/His Dark Materials -- Rereading this for reasons that will be apparent at...SOME point in the future. But also bc I was obsessed with Golden Compass as a kid and didn't click nearly as much with the two other books in the series. I'm really interested to see how they hit now that I'm a bona fide book writer with structural thoughts and opinions. Verdict thus far is that reading about child endangerment in your 30s hits different, and I am consistently fairly terrified for these kids lol
the writeblr garden's advent calendar
dec 17: WIP playlist
FRACTURED MAGIC
le château magique - guilhem desq
2. pink lightning - purity ring
(patient as i bury my wrath under pink lightning
i bear to breathe / the smoke will fall
oh, cease me)
3. love i bleed - bogan via
4. the road - lydia ainsworth
(i couldn't take the long way home / guess that i was frightened
thought that i could face this storm / i'm only good when sun is shining)
5. the horror and the wild - the amazing devil
6. the moon will sing - crane wives
(the moon will sing a song for me / i loved you like the sun
bore the shadows that you made / with no light of my own
i shine only with the light you gave me)
7. waltz of the bone king - peter gundry
8. hey ho on the devil's back - katzenjammer
9. plague - crystal castles
(i need you pure, i need you clean
don't try to enlighten me / power to misconstrue
what have they done to you?)
10. dirty - grandson
(do you have enough love in your heart
to go and get your hands dirty?)
11. anvil - lorn
12. sleep - son lux
(wake me up / i'm still alive)
13. the dead come talking - roe kapara
14. go get your gun - the dear hunter
(we've cheated fate again
and to those who die, please try to understand
that for those who died, we tried the best we can)
15. who will save your soul? - jewel
16. it's alright - mother mother
(it's alright, it's okay
you're not a monster, just a human
and you made a few mistakes)
17. samhradh, samhradh - the gloaming
(samhradh, samhradh, thugamar féin an samhradh linn)
(summer, summer, we brought the summer with us)
Relationships: Curufin/Finrod, Celegorm/Aredhel (background)
Summary: Finrod wanted to see Curufin, get his closure after all they had gone through, end things once and for all. What he gets is a journey through the memory of where they've been and the choice of where they will go.
TW: none.
A/N: Enjoy!
Masterlist - Also on AO3
Curufin looked to the side of his bed and sighed, it had been his suggestion, yes, but when he was alone he couldn't deny the hope that Findaràto had decided to defy him and stayed.
A year, a year of living off of stolen moments when others were sleeping or otherwise occupied, and Curufin could feel it taking it's toll on him in the tiredness that wouldn't leave. Ingoldo, he wanted to scream, Ingoldo, Ingoldo, Ingoldo.
He pushed away from the dirty sheets, preparing for another day in Tirion. The simplest way to be with Findaràto had been to take a commission with his grandfather for a time and then insist that it required him to be available at all times and thus he couldn't just sleep in his room in the crown prince's residence, he just had to stay in Tirion Palace where his cousin, oh so coincidentally, also currently resided for his architectural studies. Alas, this also meant he had work to do.
There was a rather nice conversation happening when he arrived, so nice he waited for the other smiths to finish before revealing he had in fact heard all about how they thought he had taken the job for the purpose of undermining Turukàno, who also was had taken residence in the city for architectural studies although he had moved out of the palace after his and Elenwë's marriage, a marriage that had cost Curufin seven gold coins.
It was laughable how wrong they were in their suppositions and yet so close, they would, however, dearly regret their words as Curufin gave them double the work for the day.
"Ah, arrived early I see!"
He turned around and bowed to the king who smiled patiently.
"I'm your grandfather, there's no need for this." Finwë told him, indicating that he wanted for Curufin to follow.
"Not when I'm working," he explained his reasons as they left the room "Then you are my king, I have to live up to the job you have given me."
Finwë shook his head "You're too harsh on yourself, I asked for you because I trust your eye to detail not because you are my grandson, you are a great smith in your own right."
Curufin smiled "Father did a good job then."
The look Finwë gave him then almost resembled pity but Curufin could not figure out why that would be so, therefore, he changed topic.
"Is there any reason for the visit?" he asked.
Finwë nodded, taking the topic change "Yes, I have hopes for this project to be incorporated in the new pavilion so I have asked for Findaràto to help you in the plans."
Curufin's heart skipped a beat, what golden opportunity was being given here? If he and Findaràto were working on the same project then nobody would question his presence in his bedroom and he was sure he could find some way of justifying for Findaràto's presence in the mornings as well then. That was perfect!
"That seems to be good," he spoke too quickly, failing to contain his excitement. Finwë gave him a confused look but he quickly recovered with a façade of indifference and his grandfather continued to explain his plans.
Alas, if he had known that a laugh would be his undoing he would have been more careful, but he had no way of knowing so when he heard her.
The laugh was delicate, like the waters of a spring, but it rang laud and glad like the song of birds, and all in all, it made Curufin frown, a prickling in the back of his mind as of something being wrong. But Finwë smiled and pointed down.
"It seems that Findaràto has not waited us on his lonesome," and chuckled, Curufin ears were ringing however, but Finwë didn't notice and continued "Arafinwë and Ëarwen have great hopes."
"Who is she? I've never met her," he asked curtly.
Finwë's smile widened "That is Amarië of the Vanyar, she and Findaràto have long been friends," and his voice took a conspiratorial tone as the laugh echoed again when Findaràto grabbed the girl and whirled her around after she tried running "Or perhaps, even something more?"
"Who's to say, perhaps, the pavilion's first use shall be their wedding."
Curufin bound down the stairs leaving Finwë to run after him, striding into the garden just as Findaràto placed Amarië on the ground again.
"If someone were to look at you they would think you were made of time, wouldn't you agree, Findaràto?" he spat, already regretting being there at all, especially as Findaràto, still short of breath, turned to him, his eyes shining and smiling radiantly.
"Atarinkë!" he exclaimed before taking the vanya's hand and bringing her in front of Curufin "This is Amarië, my friend of many years, she has decided to visit Tirion for a time. Amarië, this is Atarinkë, dearest to me."
She bowed in the way of one well taught, one thing Curufin hated to admit was that the woman was beautiful and near Findaràto they looked a beautiful, perfect match."I have heard much of the prince, I'm happy to be able to meet you."
"I have never heard of you."
Serpent tongue, he was, cruel and wrathful, as he stared in the glaring eyes of his lover as the girl flinched, her smile fallen as she shifted her weight, unsure what to respond to his hostility.
"Atarinkë!" Findaràto reprimanded him and Curufin stared back with the same intensity.
"Well not all of us have the cheek to laze around during work hours."
"Most of us, however, are capable of basic politeness when meeting a friend."
"Do you put your hands on all your friends?" Amarië barely covered a gasp, face turning red, Curufin wanted to slap her hopeful glances at Findaràto away, there was another scathing reply at the back of his mind ready to be said but Finwë intervened.
"I had hopes that you'd put your differences aside for once," he told them and his disappointment was palpable "If this continues you will both be removed from this task, am I clear?"
They responded in affirmative but they continued to glare at each other, not even looking at the king.
Finwë sighed and talked with Amarië instead "Forgive us, Amarië, I didn't think a pavilion would cause a fight."
The girl chuckled and nodded, although anyone could see she was embarrassed still "No, it's my fault, I should not have bothered Findaràto in his duties, I won't disturb anymore I shall leave now."
The king reiterated his apologies before she left and they actually began their project.
"I'm not dropping this Atarinkë!" Findaràto exclaimed, it wasn't unusual for the two of them to fight but it was the first time he just couldn't understand Curufin at all
"You almost caused a scene in front of our grandfather of all people! Secrecy was your idea!"
"What did you want me to do?!" he answered, his voice echoing in the deserted corridor "Let you make a fool out of me?"
"How was I doing any of the sort? You're not making any sense!"
"You were gallivanting with that vanya!"
Findaràto let out a harsh laugh "So that was all? Amarië is my friend! If jealousy was all this was, you needn't have bothered."
"Why didn't you tell me about her before?!"
"Because I didn't think it was needed! You don't like the vanyar and Amarië hardly leaves Taniquetil, there hadn't been any need for an introduction before!"
"Because hiding your friendships is not suspicious at all."
"I wasn't hiding Amarië!"
Curufin rolled his eyes and Findaràto lost any last patience.
"What now? Am I to make an itemized list of all my friends?" he threw at him "Or have you forgotten that other people have friends?!"
"When your parents are actively planning your wedding, then yes!!"
Findaràto sighed and took a turn of the room trying to calm down.
"My parents have long hoped I'd announce my marriage," he explained, trying tiredly to make sure Curufin understood "Any marriage," he emphasized "Amarië just happens
to be one of my oldest friends, they made assumptions."
Then he stopped behind Curufin, letting his arms envelop the other "Assumptions I could dispel if a certain someone accepted my proposal." He kissed the other's neck "Is it not enough that you are the one I love?"
Curufin sighed, wondering if that was truly enough, but he let Findaràto kiss him, no matter how bitter it felt when jealousy ate at him so deeply. Amarië was exactly what was expected of Findaràto's spouse, beautiful and bright and kind, there would be no crowd they could not captivate and there was no one that would disagree that they were a match. What of Curufin then? Would he be asked to make their bridal jewellery or would his skills not be considered enough for the golden prince of Tirion?
But he said none of that, instead he let out a quiet "I do have friends..."
Findaràto quickly suppressed a chuckle, trying hard not to fall into laughter "Please, name one friend you are not related to."
Curufin almost replied Angaràto before realizing it was meant beyond his brothers, so he tried to find another name, and he tried, and tried, but was coming up blank and with every longer moment of silence Findaràto's amusement grew. So he threw the only name he had.
"Well, there's Astalalmë, she's a girl whose mother would deliver the raw material to the forge. We are friendly?"
The suppressed snickering stopped and Findaràto was quiet for a moment before finally replying "Who is that?"