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glennk56 · 1 month
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William Hootkins in the 1990s (2 of 3)
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In late 1991, William Hootkins had a major role in Hear My Song by rookie co-writer/director Peter Chelsom. It is a fun film and Hootkins looks like he had a ball while doing it.
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In 1992, Hootkins did another film with Hardware writer/director Richard Stanley, Dust Devil. I haven't seen this film either.
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Also in 1992, William Hootkins appeared in major motion picture A River Runs Through It with Brad Pitt.
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Hootkins also appeared in an episode of The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles.
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In 1993 Hootkins appeared in UK TV movie Age of Treason.
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general-sleepy · 1 year
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Follow up on that last post: I started watching and the main character (guy on the left) is an Ancient Roman P.I. with an Australian accent who has a sarcastic, noir-ish voice-over.
Sample quote: "Gladiators are nothing but trouble. And you didn't have to be Aristotle to see that someone had just gone to a lot of it to take me for a ride."
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pratchettquotes · 1 year
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"She actually tried to dance with the Wintersmith," Miss Treason repeated. "I told her not to."
"Ach, people're are always tellin' us not tae do things," said Rob Anybody. "That's how we ken what's the most interestin' things tae do!"
Miss Treason stared at him with the eyes of one mouse, two ravens, several moths, and an earwig.
"Indeed," she said, and sighed. "Yes. The trouble with being this old, you know, is that being young is so far away from me now that it seems sometimes that it happened to someone else. A long life is not what it's cracked up to be, that is a fact."
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith
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magic-swords-art · 8 days
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Got too silly. Meet Quilliam Tulin, a Drow artificer who committed treason and had for leave the Underdark for it! He’s just a middle aged guy with a lot of regret (well, except for the treason, actually). And he loves tea!
Made him as a backup character that I got too attached to and now my warlock is gonna run off for a period of time while I play as this guy for a lil bit lol
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thekenobee · 1 year
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I WHEEZED SO HARD I NEEDED TO PUT DOWN THE BOOK
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lighthouseborn · 2 months
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  LET ME TELL YOU A TALE . . .
  @lighthouseborn — an independent, headcanon heavy portrayal of   𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒚 𝑻𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 from the iconic 𝘗𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘯 franchise. multiverse & crossover friendly. a patchwork project treasured by Hannah since 2019.
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cantwritethetword · 4 months
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Squealing Santa 2k23: Gunpowder, Treason, and Plot
(originally posted December 25th 2023)
~A/N  - I return out of the depths of my writing hiatus to bring rosiesramblings her squealing santa fic for this year!!! This will be the last fic I post on this blog…
because I’m moving to my writing account for 2024 onwards (hehe don’t worry I’m not quitting writing). I’ll link the writing blog soon ^^
This will also be my first ever Red, White, and Royal Blue fic which I’m super excited about, and the prompt was:
“lee annoying the ler into tickling them”
As I couldn’t choose who I wanted to lee more, I decided that after the initial round of annoyance-to-tickles, the tables would then turn. Just for funsies hehe.
Rosie, I hope your holidays have been nothing but wonderful so far, I hope you enjoy the fic, and I wish you a fantastic finish to 2023.
The best of vibes to you, and to anyone else reading this <3
(EDIT: SDJFHASDFLKSHJKLH I FORGOT TO ADD A TITLE LMAO HERE’S MY LAST MINUTE BRAIN THINKING UP SOMETHING THANK U ALL LOVE U)
- Enoy! ~
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In the early days of Alex and Henry’s interactions, anyone on the inside of the respective families could tell you they annoyed the crap out of each other. Whether it was intentional or not was another debate, but it was clear the pair got on each other’s nerves.
As the two grew closer, the taunts and jabs thrown between them were often accompanied by a cheeky grin or smug eyebrow raise to lighten the tone. And sure, the comments themselves had turned from competitively one-upping each other into playful conversational love-bites. But that doesn’t mean the subject of their incessant banter had changed.
“I’m surprised you could get that all by yourself.” Henry smirked from the doorway, gesturing to the glass of juice Alex had in his hands.
“Good morning to you too,” Alex quipped back with a grin, “and I’m not the one with hundreds of servants at my every beck and call.”
Henry chuckled softly, allowing his boyfriend to give a quick peck to his cheek. “I thought you would have at least needed one to help you reach the glasses, the shelf is awfully high.”
With a playful shove, Alex’s mouth lay agape for a few moments. Taking his chance to be even more of a little shit, Henry softly lifted the glass from Alex’s hands and took a sip.
“Not to mention,” he continued, wiping his mouth momentarily as Alex snatched his drink back, “the juice itself is on one of the highest shelves in the fridge…”
With a chuckle of disbelief, Alex rolled his eyes. “Someone woke up on the asshole side of the bed.”
“I don’t know if it’s the different sides…” Henry grinned. “I think it’s just your bed.”
With a look of shock and playful outrage on Alex’s face, the First Son retaliated with a soft jabbing finger to Henry’s ribs.
Apparently, this was the first time Alex had poked that particular area. Because Henry jerked away in a motion that Alex had never seen him do before. And the squeak that accompanied it was nothing short of mortifying for the normally very composed future king of england.
“Oh~?” Alex chuckled, raising an eyebrow. There was a hint of question in his voice, but Henry barely registered it past the strong tone of mischief accompanying Alex’s growing smirk.
After a flash of panic darted across his face, Henry straightened himself up (though he couldn’t help the nervous bark of laughter that came out of him as he spoke). “Alehex no…”
“What’s the matter?” Alex moved closer. “Ticklish?”
“Of course I’m nOT-”
Timing his launch perfectly, Alex near-enough tackled his partner to the ground. With all of Henry’s nervous energy the poor guy’s limbs weren’t following instructions very well, so it was almost too easy for Alex to sit on top of his legs and pin him to the floor.
“Alex- wait- please- you’ll kILL MEHEHE!” Henry babbled desperately. His arms flailing wildly in front of his body, hoping that in some way he could catch Alex’s damn hands and save himself.
“Worth it.” Alex grinned, fingers wriggling in preparation for his attack (and also to mess with Henry).
“Thahat’s treasohohon!”
Alex bent over, lowering his face so his nose was almost touching Henry’s. “Anything to hear you laugh baby.”
With his face blocking Henry’s view, Alex caught his boyfriend completely off guard as his hands began spidering at Henry’s sides. The prince squeaked in surprise before bursting into giggles - accompanied by the occasional ‘stohohop it!’.
Adding insult to injury, Alex started to nuzzle his mouth into the crook of Henry’s neck. The mixture of the soft kisses and scratchy stubble brushing against Henry’s poor skin was driving the man insane, not to mention the fingers that were now wreaking havoc on his hip bones.
“AHAHALEHEX!” Henry screeched out between bouts of laughter. “PLEHEHEASE!”
“Please what baby?” Alex grinned into Henry’s jaw. “Please accept your apology for teasing me earlier?”
“NEHEHEV- AHAHALEX!”
A man had never regretted his words faster than Henry did in that moment, as Alex rushed his fingers to claw at Henry’s armpits after the prince’s audacious response.
What Henry did next, or more accurately what his body reacted with next, was nothing short of a miracle for his situation.
Whilst trying to shove Alex off him, Henry had grabbed at the man’s thighs. And whilst normally this wouldn’t elicit much from his boyfriend (aside from perhaps a smirk or raise of an eyebrow), something about his finger placement and strong grip made Alex collapse to one side in a weird flailing motion.
It took only a few moments for Henry to catch his breath and realise what had happened.
“Seems I’m not the only ticklish one.” Henry gasped, but the smile on his face was completely different to before.
“Henry…” Alex laughed nervously, starting to scoot himself away. “that’s classified…”
“I’m your boyfriend.” Henry propped himself up on his elbow and leaned forwards, an almost predatory look across his face. “Be honest.”
Alex laughed again and tried to start sitting up. “Sorry, I’m legally not allowed to tELL YOU.”
Before Alex could even finish his sentence Henry scrambled onto hands and knees and charged towards Alex.
The now panicking First Son yelped and tried to wrestle his way back into a safe position. But his efforts were fruitless, and Alex soon found himself lying on his back with Henry sitting on top of his legs.
“Don’t worry sweetheart.” Henry cracked his knuckles. “I can always find out myself.”
“Yohou don’t have clearahance for that!” Alex tried to steady his voice, but anticipatory giggles kept interrupting his flow of speech. “Ihihi can throhow you in jahahail!”
Henry couldn’t help but laugh. “What was it you said earlier…?” He brought his hand to his chin as if deep in thought. “Something about doing anything to make someone laugh?”
“Henry, baby, please!” Alex spluttered, frantically trying to cover his entire torso from his hips to his ribs with his arms.
But little did he know, Henry already had a plan in motion.
The genius little Prince himself had sat just high enough on Alex’s stomach to have a little pocket of access behind him right to the man’s hips. And, with his knees blocking most of Alex’s ability to protect the area, Henry only had to dart his hands behind his back and squeeze.
Alex’s torso launched itself off the ground for a few seconds in a half-situp position, before his laughter finally exploded out of his chest and let him collapse back to the floor.
The future king of England had to pause at that moment. He figured Alex would be ticklish, but holy shit this was a whole other level of sensitive. His thumbs were barely rolling over Alex’s hip-bones, so one could only imagine how bad this could possibly get.
“HEHEHEHEHENRY!” The poor guy squealed, writhing on the floor with a cheek-splitting grin worthy of the front page of a magazine.
“Yes my dear?” Henry laughed softly, moving his hands to now target Alex’s ribs.
“STAHAHAHAP!”
The Prince’s chuckles continued. “I’ll consider it.”
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cuddlytogas · 1 month
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Fyre sent me an article that made me Lose My Mind, so instead of sending 800 tweets about it, I decided to just write up my thoughts here
so, in re: ET Fox, 'Jacobitism and the Golden Age of Piracy' --
Fox is definitely exaggerating. His logic jumps from 'ship names and alleged toasts', to 'every pirate was one contact away from a confirmed Jacobite', to "a Jacobite maritime community" (296), with little evidence beyond each previous assumption. He does demonstrate a link with popular Jacobitism, but overstates pirates' political commitment by far.
There's one letter to George Camocke, a Jacobite naval officer, suggesting that the pirate fleet should unite under his command and take Bermuda as a Jacobite base, but the source is shaky, and it went nowhere once Woodes Rogers ousted the pirates. (It's I think from 1718 and unsigned? Possibly from Charles Vane and his crew? Fox only says that, "Through these contacts [unspecified, between Vane and English Jacobites] a letter reached George Camocke" (286), which is suspiciously vague, and I can't access the original to check. Either way, it would still only prove the committed politics of one crew.)
Fox also makes a lot of Archibald Hamilton, governor of Jamaica from 1710-16, who commissioned and profited from the anti-Spanish privateers who turned pirate and made up some of the original Bahamas pirates c. 1715. Since "it has been suggested that [Hamilton] was a Jacobite supporter" (283), Fox claims that these establishing pirates were also committed Jacobites, and therefore the whole pirate community that grew around them must have been. (Which leads to Fox then being baffled when there's no direct evidence of Jacobitism among some of them, such as the crews of Anstis, Fenn, or Rackham.) He relies on these assumptions, and then claims that every connection between pirates proves their mutual Jacobite sympathies.
It's much more likely (and in line with the historians I've read so far) that the Jacobite toasts and ship names speak to a broader anti-authoritarianism among pirates, with no evidence of committed Jacobite actions by them, eg, specifically targeting Hanoverian ships, or materially supporting or trying to support Jacobite rebels beyond that one letter. Indeed, the 1710s/20s pirates are generally agreed to be distinct for not adhering to religious/national loyalties like the C17th pirates usually did. (I'm so sorry, I haven't consolidated my notes yet, but I know Marcus Rediker goes through this, as does Kris E Lane, and I think Tim Travers and David Cordingly.)
Fox does identify a correlation between the rise and fall of Jacobitism and piracy over the mid/late 1710s, but attributes a pretty shaky causation: pirates ceased their Jacobite loyalties due to the suppression of Jacobitism in Britain and Europe. A much more obvious explanation is that both anti-authoritarian movements simultaneously flourished in the post-war, post-succession instability, then were both quashed as the new regime established itself and cracked down on rebels.
So, did many pirates espouse Jacobite sympathies? Yes! They named their ships in favour of Jacobite causes and rulers, and there are plenty of reports of them toasting to King James / the Pretender. (Which it must be said, although the sheer volume lends a ring of truth to the trend, individual claims should be taken with a grain of salt, as Jacobitism was a common accusation against criminals at the time, with or without a basis.)
Does that mean that the 1710s Caribbean pirate community was centred around a heart of politically committed Jacobites, as Fox argues, or largely motivated by Jacobite sentiments? Yeah, probably not.
Anyway, I am SO sorry that this article got me riled up XD the whole point of this is to say, I've never read anywhere that "many pirates were Jacobites driven out of Britain", which I KNOW wasn't even your main point, but I am unfortunately Insane. We can and should talk about expressions of pro-Jacobitism and actual political engagement among 'Golden Age' pirates, but what we know of their actual actions and espoused ideals doesn't speak to a trend of committed Jacobite politics beyond a general loyalty to rebellious causes.
#history#pirates#pirate history#Jacobites#Jacobitism#Togas does meta#this article annoyed me so much omfg#at every step Fox makes a sort of shaky assumption and then bases his next assumption entirely on that as if it's a proven truth#it's like IF hamilton was a commited jacobite and IF that loyalty was shared with the privateers and IF those privateers#retained and spread that belief among the growing pirate community and IF that was the belief that held the community together#then yeah sure i guess jacobitism was a core cause and concern for the golden age pirates#but that's a lot of fucking 'if's among a situation with a lot more obvious explanations#Fox is right that historians so far are probably ignoring the influence of Jacobitism on golden age pirates a bit#it really hasn't come up in all my reading so far and I've done... a pretty fair amount lol#but he goes so far in the opposite direction that it's kind of embarrassing#very BR Burg coded tbh XD (i say as if i've actually read burg >.> but all the reviews are forming a picture for me...)#EDIT: it's also worth noting that Jacobitism was rarely (never?) a charge laid against pirates in all the trials and moralising against them#which you'd think - if they were actually hardcore individual or broad-base supporters of the cause - might've come up more often#but anti-pirate arguments basically always revolve around the threat to trade and property therefore nation/empire#if lawyers and reverends wanted to argue that pirates were traitors - and they did! - you'd think they'd mention any actual treasons#EDIT EDIT: N: Harry M. Lewis (2021) George Camocke’s 1718 Proposal of a Jacobite–Pirate Alliance#The Mariner's Mirror 107:3 pp366-370#has better detail and context for that letter
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melhekhelmurkun · 3 months
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The Jedi Order: attachment is bad and forbidden and it only leads down the path of darkness!!!
Also the Jedi Order: *literally encourages strong parental bonds between Padawan and Master that have a literal emotional bond aspect in which they can feel each other’s emotions/thoughts*
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akatsukitrash · 2 years
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Thinking abt how during one of Fugaku's last talks with Sasuke he asked him not to follow the same path as Itachi. And at first he obeyed his dad! He started bonding with team 7 when Itachi had asked him to hate, sacrificed his life for Naruto when Itachi had asked him to be a coward and save his, spared Naruto when Itachi had told him to kill his best friend to gain the MS. And when he found out the truth abt the UCM, instead of respecting Itachi's wishes, he again goes the opposite way and decides to destroy Konoha. Since the age of 7, Sasuke had taken Fugaku's wishes to heart and gone against everything Itachi was. And then post vote 2 we find out he decided to protect Konoha in the shadows, like Itachi, that he did not seek justice against the elders bc he accepted the Uchiha's demise, like Itachi, sacrificed his family by not being around for his daughter or his wife or Naruto, like Itachi. He looks unhappy, miserable, and I'm not even sure he still maintains his bonds with Team Taka. Fugaku must be rolling in his grave like an extra fast laundry machine and Mikoto is getting stress lines beyond the grave.
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rivilu · 2 months
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Diagnosed with a terminal case of Rpg Brain
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ruby4111 · 4 months
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As promised, here's a write-up of Kimzu Luhire's current backstory!
(To anyone well-versed in DND lore, constructive critisim is accepted! I'd love to learn more about the subject)
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Kimzu was born in a low-ranking Drow family, her mother passed away after she was born, so her dad married into a noble house so they could survive. 
The Matron of the house treated Kimzu more like a servant than a child. The Matron expected Kimzu to fend for herself, so most days she was alone. 
Growing up, Kimzu became a bit of a recluse, mostly doing house work & learning about Drow culture & history through the books in her room. She never liked Lolth from what she read about, but she knew better than to go against her. 
As the years went on, her father became more distant towards her, she was seen by most as a pathetic pushover, a bad example of what a Drow woman should be. 
The year she became the equivelant of 12 years old, her life was threatened by accidently getting involved in a bad fight between her father & the Matron, accusing him & his daughter of treason against Lolth. The Matron threatening to put down her father, Kimzu tried to stop her but was badly wounded from getting between them. Knowing no one would help her, that she would die if she did nothing, Kimzu ran away. She decided she was was going to the surface and staying there, far away from Lolth's domain. 
While navigating the Underdark, due to her own panicking & clumsiness, Kimzu tripped over herself & was spotted trying to escape the Underdark by a patrol of Drow soldiers, they must've been notified of her treason as they started chasing her immediately. Kimzu, trying to escape her pursuers & the dangers of the Underdark's wilderness, was further injured, but she could see moonlight in the distance, reaching the ends of the Upperdark, her pursuers lost her in the wilderness, never finding a body.
Kimzu was now in a strange forest of some sort, she kept running until her legs gave out. She was exhausted, not knowing what to do, but right at that moment, what looked like a small rabbit approached her, they told her that she could be saved, they asked if she wanted the power to protect herself, that she could if she joined them. Kimzu, not having much of a choice, refused to succumb to her wounds and, without being fully aware of it, formed a pact with an unknown Archfey Patron through who would become her lifelong companion. Kimzu felt rejuvenated, with her newfound power, she got back on her feet and started a new life, with her rabbit-like friend now named Oliver.
Now Kimzu has grown, she's the equivelant of 16 years old & wants to be a better & stronger person who could save lives like Oliver & her Patron did for her.
She has been taught many things by Oliver, such as how to forage for food & defend herself as a Warlock; she now resides in small remote caves near the surface, preparing for the day she can face Lolth, with Oliver by her side.
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duskaris · 7 months
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OC-tober 2023 Day 3: Ritual
More Jay-centric stuff but it just fits so well, especially as the daily-routine type ritual. A little bit shorter today, but I had tryouts so not as much time to write. (Still did this instead of homework tho)
Basically, Jay walks his sister to school. Note that this is not Jay's biological family, but he has basically been adopted by Wren and he and Ivy are very sibling. For this, Jay is around 15, making Ivy seven.
Prompts: @oc-tober2023
CW: Mentions of harassment/bullying
“Jay, come on! We’re gonna be late!” Ivy had grabbed onto his arm and was attempting to tug Jay towards the door. Not phased by her fruitless endeavour to make him budge, Jay glanced over at the clock. If they left now they’d be almost half an hour early.
“Do you even know how to read a clock?” he teased, ruffling the girl’s silver hair. She stopped pulling on Jay long enough to smooth her hair, pouting indignantly at the accusation.
“Of course I do, and it says that we’re going to be late,” she yelled, giggling at her own joke as she clapsed onto his arm and resumed pulling. Though he could easily play along, it was funnier and cuter to stay completely still and watch her face get red with effort. 
“Any help here, Mum?” he asked Wren, who was lounging on the sofa, reading while enjoying her morning coffee. He gave her his best pleading eyes, but she only laughed and shrugged. No help for him there, obviously. Left with little choice, Jay let out an exaggerated sigh of defeat. “Okay, let’s go,” he relented, trying not to smile when his sister’s eyes lit up in delight. 
“Yay!” She clapped with glee. “Bye Mom,” Ivy said as she dragged Jay out the door. 
“Bye, sweetie. Have fun at class,” Wren called out after them.
Now, out in the public corridor, Ivy suddenly stopped; Jay almost walked into her. She paused for a moment, lost in thought, then plastered a devilish smile onto her face.
“You’re gonna carry me,” she announced as though it were the most obvious idea in the world. Jay raised an eyebrow at her.
“Am I now?” 
“You are,” she confirmed. Well, Jay couldn’t say no to that now, could he? He hoisted her onto his back. Thankfully with his added strength, he couldn’t even notice the extra weight. One of the only useful things about his powers, really. As they headed to the classroom wing, people often glared at them as they passed, but Jay knew it wasn’t because a teen was carrying his kid sister to class. Luckily with Ivy around they didn’t dare say anything, and if she noticed the looks, she ignored it as well as Jay did. Instead she rambled away to him about whatever they were learning in class and fiddled with his hair. He made a mental note to go a different route to Aeryn’s office; they wouldn’t hesitate to let him know what they thought if he were alone. Monster. Murderer. Worse insults that Ivy really didn’t need to hear.
But even despite all that, Jay was content. Happy, even. No matter what other people thought of it he cherished the couple minutes a day they spent like this. Most kids her age walked to class on their own, and it’s not as though Ivy was any different. She could, she just didn’t want to, it was their thing.
“Okay, we’re here. Time to walk again,” Jay said as he placed Ivy down onto the floor. He peered into the classroom. Unsurprisingly, Ivy was the first one there.
“You want me to wait with you until Mister Karl gets here?” he offered.
“No, I’m fine. Bye!” Ivy replied as she disappeared around the corner. Jay turned to leave but saw Ivy pop back into the doorframe from the corner of his eye. “Wait, will you come get me when class is done?” 
“Only if Aeryn lets me,” he teased and Ivy giggled. 
“So that’s a yes. Okay, bye!” She disappeared again and Jay laughed to himself. His sister wasn’t wrong. If Jay told Aeryn that Ivy wanted him to walk her home she’d let him go, no questions asked. She always did.
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lordsooga · 1 year
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When the royal guard asks me why i did it
(based on that one meme/video)
[ID: A short video that redraws the “When the war crime tribunal asks me why I did it”/”Ah, eto... bleh!” meme with Shok. Shok is a Sheikah with curly/wavy, short white hair with flowers in it. He wears a Yiga footsoldier uniform and is shown inside the Yiga hideout. He clasps his hands together, looking down shyly, seemingly trying to think of what to say. In the end, he smiles and closes his eyes. He sticks out his tongue with a “bleh”, posing with his hands on his head as if he just made a silly mistake. \endID]
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saviourkingslut · 2 years
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dimitri publicly and personally executing his own uncle who took part in organising his father's death, usurped his throne and tried to have dimitri killed and felix slamming down on shez for being awkward around it bc the penalty for treason is death and it must be carried out goes hard actually. any ruler has to obey the laws of his country even if it is brutal. it is his duty to do so. and a ruler whose country is on the brink of civil war and whose future rule is not assured yet cannot be seen to show weakness in the eyes of justice. also rufus is a bitch and he knew what he did and what the cost would be if he lost
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wookieejamcrew · 1 year
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the through line between the grand inquisitor's death and brendol having "gone to pasture" afterwards (we still don't know if he ever learned that he died since lt. chiron says his death was top-secret intel. he might've noticed that it was after their argument he just. stopped coming to arkanis. boo hoo sad.) is a steel wire galvanized by his reaction to rae exercising her dominance over him in empire's end. in this essay i will
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