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renegade--soul498 · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: A Plague Tale (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Amicia de Rune & Hugo de Rune, Amicia de Rune & Béatrice de Rune & Hugo de Rune, Amicia de Rune & Sophia, Arnaud Malpart & Hugo de Rune, Lucas & Amicia de Rune & Hugo de Rune, Béatrice de Rune & Lucas, Sophia & Arnaud Malpart Characters: Béatrice de Rune, Amicia de Rune, Hugo de Rune, Lucas (A Plague Tale), Sophia (A Plague Tale), Arnaud Malpart, Victor de Arles, Emilie de Arles Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Redemption, Alchemy, Blood and Injury, Swordfighting, All of the cast basically protecting Hugo, victor being an asshole, Emilie is mad crazy, Family Bonding, BAMF De Rune's, Lucas is an honorary de Rune, playful banter, finally some sense of peace, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Swearing Series: Part 1 of Magistra Summary:

"Only a mother could have such power over someone".

Béatrice de Rune knows she has to find her children, she has to make amends, she has to bond to them again. Béatrice de Rune wants a chance at living her life with Amicia and Hugo for once. She must muster the strength to face her past, she tries to provide wisdom in the present, so together their family will have stability again to bear the future. ...on her name as a de Rune, she is ready to do anything for her children from then on - no matter what.

Author's note and spoilers down the cut.

I have started a project... Oh boy, here I go again. With this I officially surpass the amount of other fanfics for other fandoms I have written lol (Top was Danganronpa with 5 fics dayum) Anyways, thing is... This is the beginning of what I would've liked to have seen of Béatrice if she had survived. You'll obviously see more of our favorite siblings, more of best boy and apprentice and friend, more of our favorite knight, and of course our favorite pirate queen. Expect action in this one, badass mofos on the making for sure. Not gonna say too much, I'm gonna let you enjoy this first part on your own, I'm already working on the second and last chapter so you have something to look forward to.

If you want to comment, you have a suggestion or advice for me, feel free to let me know in the comment section! I'll read and try to answer when I can. Much appreciated!

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rarougrougrou · 2 years

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La Cuna looks like Monaco it's so freacking funny to me

#le rarou #a plague tale requiem #a plague tale minor spoilers #the big ass mountains behind the town and everything #victor's house looking like the villa Kerylos in Beaulieu #yeah i'm fucking annoying with the landscapes looking like places I went to #so what

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queer-media-tourney · 2 months

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Here are all 64 round 1 polls:

Rent vs Orphan Black

Heartstopper vs Orange is the New Black

Carol (2015) vs Bugsnax

The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern vs Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Fienburg

Red, White and Royal Blue vs This is how you lose the time war by Amar el-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

Our Flag means Death vs Always human by Ari North

The last of us two vs On a Sunbeam by Tillie Walden

Heartbreak High vs Shameless

Undertale vs The Handmaiden

Young Royals vs Revolutionary Girl Utena

Sens8 vs Carry on by Rainbow Rowell

Bee and puppycat vs The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Yuri on Ice vs Ranma ½

Q-force vs Feel Good

Torchwood vs The interview with a Vampire (2022)

Homestuck vs Good Omens

Some like it hot vs Killing Eve

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off vs Bound (1996)

It's a sin vs Magnus Chase by Rick Riordan

Doctor Who vs Portrait of a young lady on fire

Steven Universe vs Saltburn

Xena Warrior Princess vs Cyberpunk 2077

Welcome to Nightvale vs Schitt's creek

Night in the woods vs A league Of their own

Lisa Frankenstein vs The boys in the band (1970)

Black Sails vs Owl House

Hannibal vs The Traitor Baru Cormorant

Bottoms vs The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir

The picture of Dorian Grey vs Adventure time

The Sandman (comic) vs Supernatural

Maurice (1987) vs Hazbin Hotel

Nimona vs Love Simon

Epithet Erased vs What we do in the shadows

Buffy the Vampire Slayer vs The Other Two

One Day at a time (2017) vs Falsettos

She-ra and the princesses of power vs Dykes to Watch Out for

Celluloid Closet vs Harley Quinn

But I'm a cheerleader vs Vida

Angels In America vs Glee

Hooky by Míriam Bonastre Tur vs They both die in the end by Adam Silvera

Will and Grace vs Paris is Burning

Sanders Sides vs The Magnus Archives

The L word vs Goncharov

Queer as Folk vs Paper Girls

Boys don't cry vs Dracula

All of us strangers vs Yellow jackets

The Song of Achilles vs D.E.B.S

Brokeback Mountain vs Dead end: paranormal park

Carmilla vs Pride (2014)

The Bifrost Incident vs Pink Flamingos

Call me by your name vs Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Grishaverse vs Roswell New Mexico

Riverdale vs We Know the Devil

Stardew Valley vs Pose

Disco Elysium vs Different For girls

Banana fish vs my own private Idaho

Celeste vs Tales of the City, by Armistead Maupin

Everything Everywhere all at once vs Outer Wilds

To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar vs Victor/Victoria

Moonlight vs Stranger things

The birdcage vs Midnight Cowboy

The Watermelon Woman vs The Ritz

The haunting of Bly Manor vs Epic of Gilgamesh

Fun Home by Alison Bechdel vs How to survive a plague

#queer media tourney

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frankingsteinery · 9 months

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actually one of the things that continues to gut me the most about frankenstein is victor constantly asserting that he isnt crazy, that he is not a madman - he literally disrupts the flow of the narrative to do so, in his desperate attempts to be heard - and then he continues to recount a tale where he is constantly plagued by doubt and shame and guilt to the extent that does not tell anyone for fear of not being believed, or being thought of differently. and then these fears are only confirmed and re-affirmed when he attempts to reach out to anyone, and they do exactly that: during his feverish rambles henry believes it was due to his illness, he is imprisoned on the coast of ireland and kept there when his tale sounds like a confession, he is told by his father not to speak of it any longer, when he reaches out for help after elizabeth’s death the magistrate dismisses him. only one person ever sits down and suspends their disbelief and listens to him. robert walton, through the power of gay love—

#rob.txt #frankenstein #frankenstein the modern prometheus #victor frankenstein #robert walton #gothic lit #no but really though #it’s one of the most heartbreaking aspects of the book to me #and it’s so close to how mentally and chronically ill people #are treated by medical professionals today #and society as a whole

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horeformilfs · 5 months

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Trials of the Blue Forest

Lady Lesso x Fem!Student Reader

TW: Blood, Stabbing, Collapsing, Near Death

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Y/N had always been the star student at the School for Evil. She excelled in her classes, outshining her peers in every subject. Yet, despite her accomplishments, she was plagued by a gnawing feeling of inadequacy. In her pursuit of perfection, she pushed herself to the limit, never content with her own achievements.

Lady Lesso, her formidable and observant teacher, could see the strain that Y/N was under. The young shapeshifter was determined to prove herself, even when she was already at the top of her class. Lady Lesso had tried to convey that she was exceeding expectations, but Y/N's stubbornness prevented her from seeing it.

The Trial by Tale contest in the Blue Forest was a prestigious event, and the top three students from both the School for Good and the School for Evil competed for their schools. Y/N was an obvious choice to represent her side, but she had no idea that the students from both schools had conspired against her. They had teamed up to ensure she would never leave the forest alive.

As the competition began, Y/N soon realized that she was up against not only the harsh wilderness but also her fellow students' malice. Her magic as a shapeshifter allowed her to adapt to her surroundings and evade her enemies, but the relentless pursuit left her drained. She fought valiantly to defend herself, but the constant struggle took a toll.

As the first light of dawn crept over the Blue Forest, Y/N found herself as the last one standing. She was battered and bruised, but the sense of triumph filled her heart. She began to make her way out of the forest, anticipating a victorious return.

However, just as she left the forest's shadowy embrace, a sharp pain seared through her side. She gasped, feeling the cold steel of a blade in her flesh. As she fell to her knees, she saw the red handkerchief fall from the hand of one of the students who had been hunting her.

Gasping for breath, she crawled out of the forest, only to find Lady Lesso, Dovey, and other students from both schools waiting for her. Lady Lesso's expression turned to one of anger as she saw that a student from the School for Good had won the contest.

But then, Y/N shapeshifted back into her true form, revealing herself as the victor. Lady Lesso's stern features softened into a proud smile, and she started walking towards Y/N, calling out, "Darling, you did it! You won!"

However, before Y/N could respond, her strength gave out, and she fell into Lady Lesso's arms, unconscious. The headmistress tried to wake her, concern evident in her voice as she used the affectionate pet name.

The tension in the forest had given way to a haunting silence, save for the whispers of the wind through the trees. Lady Lesso held Y/N in her arms, her usually stern expression softened with concern as she tried to gently rouse her unconscious student.

"Darling," Lady Lesso called softly, her voice filled with worry. "Come on, Y/N, wake up."

Dovey, who stood nearby, was quick to notice the blood on Lady Lesso's hand. She gasped and pointed to the wound near Y/N's ribs. "Les... Look! She's hurt!"

Lady Lesso's eyes widened in alarm as she examined the injury. Y/N had been stabbed, and the wound was bleeding steadily. "We need to get her back to the school immediately. Dovey, go find a first aid kit."

Dovey nodded and hurried away, leaving Lady Lesso to cradle Y/N in her arms. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. Pride that Y/N had triumphed in the competition, but also deep concern for her well-being.

As they waited for Dovey to return with the necessary supplies, Lady Lesso continued to speak soothingly to Y/N, using the pet name she had rarely used before. "You're safe now, my darling. You've won, and I'm so proud of you. Just hold on a little longer."

When Dovey returned with the first aid kit, Lady Lesso wasted no time in tending to Y/N's wound. The young shapeshifter was still unconscious, her breathing shallow. Lady Lesso's hands were steady, and she worked with precision, her concern driving her to do everything in her power to help Y/N.

After dressing the wound and staunching the bleeding, Lady Lesso administered a restorative potion. She watched anxiously as Y/N's pallor slowly improved, and her breathing steadied. It was clear that the wound had taken a significant toll on Y/N, and it would take time for her to fully recover.

Once Y/N was stable, Lady Lesso lifted her into her arms and carried her back to the School for Evil. Dovey walked beside them, a mixture of relief and worry on her face. As they reached the school, Lady Lesso couldn't help but think about the incredible strength and resilience Y/N had displayed throughout the trial. She was a remarkable student, one whose potential she had always seen.

As they entered the school, Lady Lesso knew that Y/N's recovery would take time, but she was determined to be there for her every step of the way. The trials of the Blue Forest had not only tested Y/N's physical prowess but had also revealed a newfound depth to their relationship. It was a bond that would continue to grow and evolve as they faced the challenges of the School for Evil together.

#lady lesso x female readeer #lady lesso #leonora lesso #lady lesso x you #lady lesso imagine #lady lesso x reader #the school for good and evil #sge

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bohobooks · 7 months

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I have another request, if your comfortable with Could this knew be Sebastian Sallow X reader X Ominis Gaunt (if not just pick one of the two boys)

The reader is secretly Rookwood's child and is so afraid to turn out like him and hopes no one finds out about this but somehow sebastian and ominis find out and to the readers surprise they don't hate them and under that she's nothing like Rookwood.

Nothing Like Your Father (Sebastian x MC x Ominis)

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Lies. One word to describe my life; one word to encompass all of the untruths that plague my every day.

From the first time Sebastian had accompanied me to Hogsmeade at the beginning of the year.

"What interest does Rookwood have in you?" He had asked. Poor clueless boy.

"I don't know." I had responded. Lies.

I had been so careful- so very fucking careful. I had orchestrated every little thing that I could to keep anyone from finding out.

From finding out what you may ask? From finding out the truth of my past, the truth of my parentage. From finding out that I was the daughter of Victor Rookwood.

Yet, in the end of it all here we were. Rookwood had caught me unaware, too busy with Ranrok to even care what my father could possibly be up to. He took me as I exited Ollivanders, believing that I was alone- completely unaware of the two boys perched atop the roof of the wandmaker's business.

I knew perfectly well that as my father apperated us to the Rookwood Castle that my boys wouldn't be far behind- yet I found myself praying to any deity that would listen that they wouldn't. I had come this far, my secret had lasted this long.

"Fuck off, Rookwood." I spat at the ground in front of him as his lackeys held my arms behind my back.

My father threw his head back in laughter, "'Fuck off, Rookwood'," he mocked me, "Is that any way to address your father you ungrateful brat?"

"You may have had a hand in my conception," I growled, "But you will never, ever be my father. Not even if the stars fall."

Rookwood tsked, circling me and my captors, "Such a shame. I was hoping you would join me. The magic in the repository is our birthright, Y/n!"

His eyes study my face, seemingly hoping to find anything but the hatred that lingered there. He shook his head, "It's a shame, really. No father looks forward to the day they kill their own daughter. Men- take care of her."

Even though the idiots hadn't even taken my wand, I couldn't reach it with my hands still pinned behind my back. I closed my eyes, allowing my magic to trail out- reaching for any lingering ancient magic in the repository below. The familiar tell-tale hum began in my veins, and my eyes shot open, glowing the bright near white blue that I have grown accustomed to. The air crackled around me and the ground began to shake.

The two goons holding my wrists became unsettled, "Uh, boss?"

My father whirled around, "Just kill her, you imbecile!"

Lightning struck down from the heavens above, disintegrating the men who restrained me. Around me, the other Ashwinders began to shout.

"Seize her!" My father ordered, but it was too late. I had already retrieved my wand from my pocket. One by one, I killed the remaining ashwinders. Collecting the traces of magic their souls left behind, I felt the ancient power within me strengthen. As I dropped the last Ashwinder, someone began to slow clap.

I turn to him, my father, as he began to circle me, "My dearest daughter," he grinned with nothing but pure malice, "All of that fighting, yet not one unforgivable left your lips. You're weak, but apparently so we're my men." He shrugs, pulling out his wand, "You know what they say, my dear. If you want something done, you have to do it yourself. Bombarda!"

Expecting that, I easily rolled out of the way. Once again, the ground starts trembling. My father seems unphased, continuing to fire blast after blast at me- clearly attempting to stop me from focusing the Ancient Magic. The joke is on him, though. Over the past year he had sent goon after goon to take me to him, but all that appeared to do was strengthen and train me. I lift my hand that was not holding my wand, pulling him off of the ground.

I watched as he floated, meters above me, "You know, dad." I spat the last word with such distain, "You're mistaken. I do use unforgivables, only when someone really deserves it. Crucio!"

Midair, my fathers body contorts in agony. I watch him, allowing him to writh for a moment. I end the spell, allowing him a moment. To my surprise, he begins to beg, "Please, my girl." His body still twitches, "We can be a family again. We can be powerful together!"

I laugh- none of this was funny, but something deep within me broke. I laughed and laughed until tears trickled from my eyes. Wiping them and calming myself, I look him in the eyes, "Dad?" I watch as hope flickers in his eyes, "Say hi to Ranrok for me, he should be joining you in hell pretty soon." My fathers eyes widen, causing the reflection of the bright green flash as I end him once and for all, "AVADA KEDAVRA."

I drop Rookwood's lifeless body to the ground, and quickly follow suit. I curl my body inward, holding my knees to my chest as I sob. Every sorrow, every heartbreak- all of it left me as I wailed.

In my fit of agonizing sorrow, I heard footsteps approaching. I whirled up to my feet, wand out and ready to fight the approaching figures.

"Woah, there." Sebastian said, holding his hands up in surrender. My guard quickly drops as Ominis wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his firm chest. My knees give out as I begin to sob again. Ominis lowers us to we are on the ground, and a second pair of arms wrap around the two of us. Ominis murmurs comforting words into my hair, "It's okay my love, everything is alright. You did what you had to do."

In their arms, I sobbed until the teats ran dry. Breaking the silence, other than the soothing words from the boys, I spoke for the first time since damning my father to hell, "How much did you see?"

Sebastian squeezed me tighter, "Enough," there was a pause as he thought, "Y/n, why didn't you tell us Rookwood was your father?"

I shook my head, still refusing to lift my face from Ominis's chest, "You'd hate me. You'd think I was like him."

Ominis chuckled, to my surprise. I pulled away from the boys, sitting up to look at them. "Omi?" I spoke carefully.

"You really thought that I, a Gaunt, would care who your father was?" He smiled and leaned forward to put a hand on my cheek.

Sebastian did the same, placing his own hand on my other cheek. His thumbs gently brushed away the lingering tears from my cheek, "It would take alot more to cause us to even think negatively about you- but to hate you?" He smiled softly.

Ominis continued, "We are far too in love with you to ever even consider hatred."

Tears filled my eyes as I once again placed myself into their arms, "I love you boys too. Forever."

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy oneshot #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #sebastian x reader x ominis #harry potter #wizarding world oneshot #hogwarts legacy ominis #requests #answered

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 1 year

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okok so i was listening to remains of the day and i could not stop thinking of corpsegroom!eddie and victor!steve from @undreaming-fanfiction's Corpse Groom AU

Aneta, ilysm!! i hope you don't mind me adding onto your au!!! 🫶

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Steve awoke slowly, blinking up at three (surprisingly) familiar faces.

His kids.

Okay, not actually his kids, but the ones he took care of not that long ago. They had the same sort of blue tinge to their skin as Eddie did, but it was still them.

Wait...Eddie!

Steve sat up, way too fast, causing his head to spin.

“Whoa, slow down Steve.”

“Dustin? Dustin, what’s happening? You died! Years ago!” Steve frantically looks over the round faced boy, looking for any indication that this really wasn’t Dustin, but nope. He still looks exactly the same from the top of his curly-haired head right down to his feet.

“Yeah, I did. It’s not that big of a deal.” Dustin waves his hand nonchalantly and sits back on his heels from where he’d been kneeling over Steve.

“Not that–Dusty, buddy, I was crushed when you died. When all three of you did.” Steve looks at the other two, a red-headed young girl named Max, and the tall, lanky, and kind, Will. “I couldn’t believe you were all gone..”

“Well, it’s not like we meant to.” Max gripes at him, sitting cross-legged on the stone floor of…wherever this is.

She’s right, of course, the sickness that had shot through the kids of their small town had taken many under its cloak, but luckily only scurried away to the afterlife with a handful. Steve had found out half of his beloved group of kids (friends?) he’d watch over passed when he and his parents returned from holiday. Having skipped over the short-lived plague by happenstance.

He would’ve taken any of their places in a heartbeat.

“O-of course,” Steve stutters out, “I didn’t..”

“It’s okay Steve, we know you didn’t mean anything by it.” Will pats his leg and stands up, offers Steve a hand. “But the real question is, why did Eddie drag you down here.”

Steve lets Will pull him up, and he’s surprisingly strong, maybe it’s a symptom of being dead. Undead? Do you get stronger when you un-die?

“Eddie…Eddie! Where’s Eddie?” Steve looks around for the boy–nope, not really ‘boy’ any longer. The corpse that clawed itself out from under that tree definitely looked older than when Steve first knew him all those years ago.

Looking around the place, he meets the curious eyes and empty eye sockets of the other souls of this world. All those whose skin hadn’t quite gone had the same blue tinge as Eddie and the kids, and some still bore the marks of the events that’d taken them here. To this pub.

Is the afterlife only a run-down looking pub?

Dustin interrupts his scanning of the bar’s patrons. “We really need to play catch-up here, how do you know Eddie?”

“We–I–how do you know Eddie?” Steve retorts.

Max rolls her eyes. “Met him down here, of course.”

“He took us under his wing, helped us adjust…kept us out of too much trouble.” Will smiles.

“So, back to the original question, how do you know him? Dustin asks again.

Steve lets out a long breath. “I knew him when I was young. Younger than you lot. He taught me to play piano.” Steve smiles at the memories of Eddie humming and singing along to whatever tune Steve’d make up. “He was a very good friend to me, until I just…stopped seeing him around. Whatever happened to him?”

Dustin winces minutely. “It’s kind of a long story..”

“And what a story it is!” A booming voice calls out from behind them.

Steve whips around, finally laying eyes on Eddie again. His arms are held wide as he’d come through the doorway to the bar, but the dirty, rumpled suit he wore and his full head of curls, now filled with debris, did nothing to staunch the glow coming off him.

He’s so beautiful… and apparently just as much of a showman he’d been when Steve had known him, a fact that made him smile.

“It's a tragic tale of romance, passion, and a murder most foul.” Eddie continues, his low story-teller’s voice cutting through the background noise of the bar as he stalks toward them.

Max elbows Steve in the ribs and says, “This is gonna be good.” at the same time Steve catches Dustin grumbling, “..please don’t.”

Steve gulps. “Did he say ‘murder’?”

Max nods enthusiastically, obviously having heard this story before, while Dustin and Will grimace and nod unenthusiastically, also obviously having heard this story before.

“You all know how this begins, with little ol’ Eddie being cordoned off to his own side of town after getting caught befriending a Harrington.” Eddie begins his tale, speaking to and winding through the tables of patrons. “Can’t have us low-lifes on the ritzy side of Hawkins now, can we?”

Ouch. That stung a little.

“Life moved on, Eddie grew into a dashing young man,” Eddie stands straight and flashes a charming smile over the bar, one hand comes up to his chest and the other flings half of his dark mane over his shoulder. “Dashing enough to even make a deal with a more well-off family perhaps?

“A deal was bartered with the Cunninghams, to wed their only daughter to the once-distinguished Munson family.”

Steve knew of the Cunninghams, their only daughter was shipped off years ago to be wedded to the Carver’s first-born son in the next town over. He’d never heard that she’d once been thought of for marriage to Eddie, though he had been forbidden from knowing anything of the long-haired boy he’d met after his father had found out.

“But alas, the lone Munson heir was not one to choose the company of ladies, as lovely as Christine was and likely still is. She was his best friend, and he would not put her through a loveless marriage. Especially not when he had a love of his own.

“SO!” Eddie jumps up onto a rickety-looking chair with the exclamation, “He did what he thought best and he planned to run away.” he steps up further, onto the small wooden table, much to the apparent excitement of the skeleton seated there. “He took what remained of his family’s money, leftover dowry from his mother’s marriage to his father, and fled.

“That was the plan,” Eddie continues, plodding across the closely placed tables as he went. “Take the money and run, elope with his beloved; they’d already picked a meeting place, so he asked Chrissy to send word to his lover to meet that night, in the graveyard by the old oak tree.”

Oh no. That’s where he first found Eddie.

The crowd reacted together in a combined wail of “Don’t go!” as if rehearsed, all of them hanging on his word.

“I must!” Eddie replied, as if this was a play and not the tale of his own murder. “My darling dear will wait for me and we will flee to my only remaining family!”

“No!” the patrons yell again.

“Yes! We will go to Uncle Wayne, we’ll elope, start anew…we’ll get to be together.” Steve’s chest starts to constrict hearing the story-telling tone leaving Eddie’s voice. This was real. This is what he’d actually thought back then, back when he was alive, still full of hope.

“Oh no..” comes Will’s whispered voice beside Steve.

There’s a single beat of silence where Eddie seems to collect himself at the same time the crowd waits on baited breath (at least they would be if they had any) for him to continue, knowing what happens next.

Eddie jumps from the table he’d been atop to the nearby stage, spins around, and starts again, voice fully back in story-mode, and many-times-repeated words spill from his mouth.

“So there I was, next to the graveyard by the old oak tree, on a dark foggy night at a quarter to three. Ready to go! But where was he?”

Another round of call-and-answer picked up across the dingy bar, the entire place calling out, “And then?”

“I waited…”

“And then?”

“There!” Eddie points off to the side of the stage, “In the shadows, was it him?!”

“And then?”

“My poor little heart beat sooo loud….” Eddie clasped both hands over his un-beating heart.

“And then?!”

Eddie’s chest was heaving.

Steve took a step forward on instinct, not knowing if the panic on Eddie’s face was just for show.

“And then…everything went black.” The crowd gasps at once, all still seeming to be horrified by the turn of events no matter how many times Eddie may’ve told this tale.

Eddie starts speaking again, gaze far away, back in time. “When I opened my eyes, I was dead as dust. The meager amount I had on me, gone, along with the sound of my heartbeat.”

He starts back across the tables toward their little group, voice gaining confidence again as he recites his story. “So I made a vow, lying under that tree, that I’d wait for my true love to come set me free. So long I’ve been waiting for someone to ask for my hand,” He quick-steps down to the floor from a chair so generously pulled out for him by a kind looking woman more skin-and-bone than flesh.

“Then out of the blue comes this beautiful young man,” Eddie’s directly in front of Steve now, and reaches for his hands. Steve lets him take them, takes in the man in front of him, every last detail he can.

He’s just as beautiful as Steve remembers, even through the lens of crushing on someone much older than you; his hair was just as wild, his eyes as fiery, his hands much colder than the ones that used to guide his fingers along piano keys, but just as soft, just as sure.

What had not been there before was the dark purple, crumpled looking gash on his forehead, just under his hairline. The sight of which had pure rage boiling in Steve’s gut at whoever decided it was his place to take such a soul from the world.

“He who vowed forever, to stay by my side.” Eddie all but whispers.

Steve looks down at their hands and his heart squeezes in his chest at the sight of his ring on Eddie’s finger. He looks up with a smile, squeezing Eddie’s fingers in his and suddenly, the panic is back on Eddie’s face. For a fraction of a second, then replaced by one fully-cocksure.

Steve’s hands are suddenly empty, Eddie spinning around to the crowd, “That’s my story. The story of your resident corpse groom!”

Eddie flings his arms wide, like he had when he first returned to the bar, and gives the raucous crowd a low bow.

The muted claps of the corpses’ skin on skin, and the rattling ones of the skeletons around him are drowned out as Steve steps forward to place a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Eddie, I–”

“No worries Stevie, I’ll get you back up to the surface again, no sweat.” Eddie takes a step backward, then another, his face under the grin falling sharply, “I gotta go find Elder Gutknecht, he’ll know how to get you back, no ties still tethered here.” then he turns and all but runs from the room.

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ahhh!!! i couldnt get the idea of eddie, the story-teller he is, being the one telling his own story in remains of the day 🥺

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #st #st ficlet #st au #corpse bride #corpse bride au #dutin henderson #max mayfield #will byers #chrissy cunningham #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steveddie #emily corpse bride #victor van dort #emily x victor #noelle writes

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hey its the anon who was asking about achilles’ characterisation in the iliad! thank you so much for your answer, it was super informative and helpful. i think i very much had the wrong interpretation because i had a classics teacher for a year before my school scrapped the subject and they basically rambled about how achilles was a rapist and awful and went against the gods etc. without really going into the nuance of everything or explaining the context of heroes. i was kind of curious about your mention of hubris though? i thought that was a Big Thing in ancient greece because placing yourself on a pedestal above the gods was a guaranteed way to get yourself smote. sorry for acting like a student bugging their favourite teacher for an answer but you really do explain things so well 😅

Hubris is a big thing in ancient greece, you're right; there are so many myths where someone does something stupid and gets their ass whooped by the gods (e.g. Perseus and Andromeda, among many others). But it isn't exclusive to Ancient Greece. In fact, the idea of hubris may have started there, but it changed throughout the years and took different forms in literary tradition. In ancient greek mythos, hubris is usually violent or dangerous behaviours, such as extreme boasting, that are ultimately punished by the gods. In that sense, hubris is external, that means the punishment comes from outside. As cultures changed and the focus shifted more on the individual, hubris started being used to denote a personality quality of excessive pride and arrogance, which are big no-no's in Christianity. So hubris gradually became more of an internal thing, a cautionary tale to make sure the faithful stay humble and are rewarded in the afterlife. In the context of stories, that often comes with personal development of some kind, such as the protagonist seeing the error of their ways and changing their behaviour, which isn't really an integral part of ancient greek mythos as a whole.

Ancient greek hubris and christian hubris often become confused, and because we are taught that hubris is SO important to greek mythos, people try all the time to fit the Homeric works into these neat little boxes. The thing is that Homer does not fit into that; Homer was strange even when the works were written. The Iliad doesn't follow the traditional formulae of stories and myths that were popular at the time, especially oral poetry: it includes emotional change but isn't a story about personal empowerment; there is complexity and nuance in all of the characters but the characters are not idealised; it is a meditation on complex social and human themes such as the connection between rage and grief; it puts mortality, not morality, at the center of the story.

It shows how vulnerable the characters are through their rage or their grief or their passions in general, but the story isn't at all about characters being punished for their hubris or wrong-doings. For example, Agamemnon technically commits hubris in the very first book of the Iliad, when he refuses to give Chryseis back to her father and Apollo gets pissed off about it. This could be considered dangerous behaviour by ancient greek standards, and the Achaeans are indeed punished for it with the plague that Apollo sends their way. However, at the end of the day Agamemnon himself does not get punished for his transgression in any way. He gets everything he wants: Achilles rejoins the fight eventually, Hector is killed, Troy is sacked, he returns to Argos a victor.

Achilles, too, could be said to have committed hubris through excessive violence, when he killed so many people he clogged up the river and then fought the god Scamander himself; and yet he isn't punished by the gods or by the narrative, he is one of the few characters (perhaps the only?) that gets a redemption arc of sorts, by returning Hector's body to Priam and treating the old man with respect, thus showing us his generosity, his integrity, and the nobility of his character once again. And that's where the Iliad ends for him. Not with his death or with him killing even more Trojans or whatever, but with a poignant and moving scene between two people on opposite sides of a war, who have lost everything and yet still find this point of connection between them.

So Homer, and especially the Iliad, breaks all of those norms when it comes to traditional storytelling, and that's why I think it's a work that still baffles and intrigues so many classicists. That's why in my previous answer I said that it's important to keep an open mind, and to try to avoid blindly applying literary criticism devices such as cause-and-effect analyses or importing modern moral judgement and anachronistic theories in works like Homer.

I hope this helped! I love talking about the Iliad so if you have any more questions I'd gladly answer them <3

P.S. WOW that professor really needs to get their facts straight lmao, I'm sorry your first contact with the Iliad and Achilles was through a lens like that. It always astounds me how little some people actually know about the subjects they're supposed to be experts in, like to talk about Achilles, a character from the ILIAD, and to refer to him as a "rapist", a thing that only appears in later Roman works which were basically ILIAD FANFIC LMAO, and BAD fanfic at that because it was essentially anti-Greek propaganda......... wow wow wow

P.S.2 unless the "rapist" thing refers to him sleeping with Briseis/a slave, which WOW once again extremely myopic take, very culturally and contextually tone deaf, I wish they actually do their research and stop spreading slander, that's slander, like come ON

#the iliad #homer's iliad #greek mythology #achilles #johaerys rambles #johaerys is physically incapable of shutting up #seriously though what IS it with all those classics teachers hating on the iliad like what gives??#what did Achilles ever do to you??? ;w;#he's a noble warrior and a beautiful princess and has never done anything wrong ever in his entire life

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defomin · 3 months

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here's a list of all my favourite queer love couples I've came across from all types of mediums (update 240422)

The sign (series) Phaya and Tharn

Supernatural (series) Dean and Cas

Unknown (series) Qian and Yuan

Couple of mirrors (manhua) You-Yi and Wei

Only friends (series) Sand and Ray

Cupid's last wish (series) Korn and Win

Portrait of a lady on fire (movie 2019) Heloise and Marianne

Maurice (movie 1987) Maurice and Alec

Giovanni's room (book) Giovanni and David

Young royals (series) Wilhelm and Simon

Moonlight chicken (series) Jim and Wen

A tale of thousand stars (series) Phupha and Tian

Kiseki dear to me (series) ChenYi and AiDi

To sir, with love (series) Jiu and Tian

Song of Achilles (book) Achilles and Patroclus

Good Omens (series) Crowly and Aziraphale

Laws of attraction (series) Charn and Tinn

God's own country (movie 2017) Johnny and Gheorghe

Dead friend forever (series) Phee and Non

Thirty years old (manhua) Wei big bro and Ian

Thirty years old (manhua) QuiYi and YiCheng

Last twilight (series) Mhok and Day

Red white royal blue (book) Alex and Henry

Moonlight chicken (series) Alan and Gaipa

Semantic error (manhwa) Sangwoo and Jaeyoung

Semantic error (series) Sangwoo and Jaeyoung

The eclipse (series) Ayan and Akk

Moonlight (movie 2016) Chiron and Kevin

Yuri on Ice (anine) Victor and Yuri

19 days (manhua) Tian and Guan Shan

Only friends (series) Boston and Nick

Wolf in the house (manhwa) Minsuk and Bexan

Kinnporche (series) Kinn and Porsche

Mehr and Moshtari (poem) Mehr and Moshtari

My beautiful launderette (movie 1985) Johnny and Omar

Red white royal blue (movie 2023) Alex and Henry

Mignon (anime) Mignon and Young-one

Egoist (movie 2022) Kosuke and Ryuta

Manner of death (series) Tan and Bun

Brokeback mountain (movie 2005) Jack and Ennis

Gap (series) Sam and Mon

Kinnporche (series) Vegas and Pete

Dead friend forever (series) Tee and White

Pitbabe (series) Pete and Way

Moonlight chicken (series) Heart and Li-ming

The sign (series) Khem and Thongthai

The plague (book) Tarrou and Rieux (not canon, lol)

Kiseki dear to me (series) ZeRui and ZongYi

Pitbabe (series) Alan and Jeff

Laws of attraction (series) Thee and Thaenthai

Freefall (movie 2013) Kay and Marc

Pitbabe (series) Charlie and Babe

Carol (movie 2015) Carol and Therese

Doukyusei (anime) Kusakabe and Sajo

Couple of mirrors (series) You-Yi and Wei

Good Omens (series) Nina and Maggie

The eclipse (series) Khan and Thua

Call me by your name (movie 2017) Oliver and Elio

19 days (manhua) Jian Yi and Zheng Xi

The falls (trilogy) RJ and Chris

Supernatural (series) Claire and Kaia

Maurice (movie 1987) Maurice and Clive

Kinnporche (series) Time and Tay

Kinnporche (series) Kim and Porchay

Demian (book) Demian and Emil

Only friends (series) Top and Mew

The sign (series) Dao and Nee

Laws of attraction (series) Rose and Maya

Young royals (series) Stella and Fredrika

Only friends (series) April and Cheum

Manner of death (series) Sorn and That

History 4: close to you (series) Li Cheng and Mu Ren

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kdval · 1 year

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"There will always be people who do terrible things… that's how the world is…

But you have to trust in your own goodness. And goodness of others. People who care."

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Would love to hear your take on things each hero secretly (or not) likes!

Here's a mixed bag of silly and serious secrets :)

Abomination: has a bit of a Victor Frankenstein thing going on where he's fascinated by frankly outdated models of science that are more speculative philosophy and esotericism than anything. He's afraid Paracelsus or Alhazred will find out and make fun of his planetary correspondence charts.

Antiquarian: in her longest journey yet, she saw fireworks. The ephemeral beauty, impossible to capture and preserve, made her more than a little emotional.

Arbalest: plushies, cutesy things, bunnies. Thinks others won't take her seriously as a medic and sniper if she enjoys soft "childlike" stuff.

Bounty Hunter: big sweet tooth. Likes funny plays and skits. Terrified Sarmenti will find out he actually finds his jokes funny.

Crusader: doesn't hide that he loves animals, but is a little embarrassed of how silly he gets around cubs, pups and kits of all kinds. You've never heard his voice go so high.

Flagellant: of all of life's pleasures, he finds it hardest to resist a long hot bath. The feeling of cleanliness scratches a particular itch on his brain... And it was very hard to keep good hygiene when he lived on the streets.

Grave Robber: cheap, greasy festival food. Very unrefined, but she can't help what tastes good. On top of that, it always makes a mess of her lipstick!

Highwayman: canonically, poetry. Has been engrossed in more than one cringe romance novel too.

Hellion: the Church of Light got everything wrong... except for organ music. She loves the loud imposing sound, the deep reverberations, the dramatic highs and lows. She wishes she could play it, at least for fun.

Houndmaster: embroidery. His ma taught him to keep him still when he was a lad, now he finds it relaxing. His old colleagues would never let him live it down. Audrey thinks it's rather lovely.

Jester: likes collecting things but doesn't indulge because of how easy it is to lose it or have it taken away. If he had a safe place to store it he would collect coins, novelty dice (NOT for cheating, Dismas!!), masks and the like.

Leper: it isn't necessarily something he loves, but back in the day he made a point to once in a while try "commoner activities" like cooking, cleaning and gardening (he wanted to relate to his subjects). He was, more often than not, terrible at them.

Man-at-arms: used to be the best quadrille dancer in the army. Really misses dancing but thinks he'll look like an old fool and that he's probably lost the skill anyway.

Musketeer: ever since the saw the Thing beyond the veil, she tried to draw and paint it many times, even though she wasn't artistically inclined before. They never look quite right, but she can't bring herself to throw her attempts away.

Occultist: usually sneers at rural nature cults, but one time he participated in one of those rituals where everybody's got their breeches off under the moon and he had to admit it was pretty fun. There was great food and drink afterwards too. Look, the academy is very stressful, okay??

Plague Doctor: owns a rosary of wooden beads. It's just the right weight and texture for her to play with when her thoughts are idle. When Junia catches a glimpse of it she's excited. "Oh, so you ARE a believer!" "No, fuck off, that's my stim toy."

Runaway: once she found an abandoned place to bunker down and there was this chest full of moth-eaten costumes inside. She played theatre for hours. Envies Sarmenti's ability to act in public without embarassment.

Shieldbreaker: not exactly a secret, but she never expressed to anyone that she has a fascination for automata. The first time she saw one, she was a little girl and a merchant was showing off this tiny mechanical dancer. The image stuck to her mind, a perfectly crafted body, endless moving to one purpose as the crowd watches...

Vestal: we know it. It's the porn. Additionaly, she's more curious about pagan tales and theology than she lets on. Boudica noticed but in a uncharacteristic show of restraint has kept this knowledge to herself.

#darkest dungeon #asks #anon #dd lists #dd ensemble

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The Final additions to the line up are;

Stranger things

Victor/Victoria

To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar

Midnight Cowboy

Epic of Gilgamesh

How to survive a plague

Moonlight

The Watermelon Woman

Tales of the City, by Armistead Maupin

Fun Home by Allision Bechdel

The birdcage

The Ritz

Celeste

Everything Everywhere all at once

The haunting of Bly Manor

Outer Wilds

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mylittledarkag3 · 2 months

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How many have you read out of the hundred?

Me: 64/100

Reblog & share your results

1. "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen

2. "Crime and Punishment" by Fyodor Dostoevsky

3. "To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee

4. "1984" by George Orwell

5. "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens

6. "One Hundred Years of Solitude" by Gabriel García Márquez

7. "Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Brontë

8. "The Catcher in the Rye" by J.D. Salinger

9. "War and Peace" by Leo Tolstoy

10. "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald

11. "Moby-Dick" by Herman Melville

12. "The Odyssey" by Homer

13. "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Brontë

14. "Anna Karenina" by Leo Tolstoy

15. "The Brothers Karamazov" by Fyodor Dostoevsky

16. "The Iliad" by Homer

17. "Frankenstein" by Mary Shelley

18. "Les Misérables" by Victor Hugo

19. "Don Quixote" by Miguel de Cervantes

20. "Middlemarch" by George Eliot

21. "The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde

22. "The Scarlet Letter" by Nathaniel Hawthorne

23. "Dracula" by Bram Stoker

24. "Sense and Sensibility" by Jane Austen

25. "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame" by Victor Hugo

26. "The War of the Worlds" by H.G. Wells

27. "The Grapes of Wrath" by John Steinbeck

28. "The Canterbury Tales" by Geoffrey Chaucer

29. "The Portrait of a Lady" by Henry James

30. "The Jungle Book" by Rudyard Kipling

31. "Siddhartha" by Hermann Hesse

32. "The Divine Comedy" by Dante Alighieri

33. "A Tale of Two Cities" by Charles Dickens

34. "The Trial" by Franz Kafka

35. "Mansfield Park" by Jane Austen

36. "The Three Musketeers" by Alexandre Dumas

37. "Fahrenheit 451" by Ray Bradbury

38. "Gulliver's Travels" by Jonathan Swift

39. "The Sound and the Fury" by William Faulkner

40. "Emma" by Jane Austen

41. "Robinson Crusoe" by Daniel Defoe

42. "Tess of the d'Urbervilles" by Thomas Hardy

43. "The Republic" by Plato

44. "Heart of Darkness" by Joseph Conrad

45. "The Hound of the Baskervilles" by Arthur Conan Doyle

46. "The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde" by Robert Louis Stevenson

47. "The Prince" by Niccolò Machiavelli

48. "The Metamorphosis" by Franz Kafka

49. "The Old Man and the Sea" by Ernest Hemingway

50. "Bleak House" by Charles Dickens

51. "Gone with the Wind" by Margaret Mitchell

52. "The Plague" by Albert Camus

53. "The Joy Luck Club" by Amy Tan

54. "The Master and Margarita" by Mikhail Bulgakov

55. "The Red and the Black" by Stendhal

56. "The Sun Also Rises" by Ernest Hemingway

57. "The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand

58. "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath

59. "The Idiot" by Fyodor Dostoevsky

60. "The Book Thief" by Markus Zusak

61. "The Return of Sherlock Holmes" by Arthur Conan Doyle

62. "The Woman in White" by Wilkie Collins

63. "Things Fall Apart" by Chinua Achebe

64. "Treasure Island" by Robert Louis Stevenson

65. "Ulysses" by James Joyce

66. "Uncle Tom's Cabin" by Harriet Beecher Stowe

67. "Vanity Fair" by William Makepeace Thackeray

68. "Waiting for Godot" by Samuel Beckett

69. "Walden Two" by B.F. Skinner

70. "Watership Down" by Richard Adams

71. "White Fang" by Jack London

72. "Wide Sargasso Sea" by Jean Rhys

73. "Winnie-the-Pooh" by A.A. Milne

74. "Wise Blood" by Flannery O'Connor

75. "Woman in the Nineteenth Century" by Margaret Fuller

76. "Women in Love" by D.H. Lawrence

77. "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" by Robert M. Pirsig

78. "The Aeneid" by Virgil

79. "The Age of Innocence" by Edith Wharton

80. "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho

81. "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu

82. "The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin" by Benjamin Franklin

83. "The Awakening" by Kate Chopin

84. "The Big Sleep" by Raymond Chandler

85. "The Bluest Eye" by Toni Morrison

86. "The Caine Mutiny" by Herman Wouk

87. "The Cherry Orchard" by Anton Chekhov

88. "The Chosen" by Chaim Potok

89. "The Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens

90. "The City of Ember" by Jeanne DuPrau

91. "The Clue in the Crumbling Wall" by Carolyn Keene

92. "The Code of the Woosters" by P.G. Wodehouse

93. "The Color Purple" by Alice Walker

94. "The Count of Monte Cristo" by Alexandre Dumas

95. "The Crucible" by Arthur Miller

96. "The Crying of Lot 49" by Thomas Pynchon

97. "The Da Vinci Code" by Dan Brown

98. "The Death of Ivan Ilyich" by Leo Tolstoy

99. "The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire" by Edward Gibbon

100. "The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood" by Rebecca Wells

#book #booklr #books #classical literature #classic academia #penguin clothbound classics #classical books #english literature #listing #that's bloody #william shakespeare #shakespeare #anne frank #the odyssey #the divine comedy #french #literature

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