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vulpinroid · 5 months

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"Of all of the things that I have made, no ship, not even a Warspite can compare to my Artemis." -Rear-Admiral Lord Miles "Tails" Prower, 1st Earl of Portsmouth

Artemis Lindsey Violet Prower

Named for the Greek goddess of the hunt, Artemis was the elder of the two human-mobian hybrid twins sired by Miles Prower and Maria Robotnik. Her middle names of Lindsey came from a shared love of the classical 21st century violinist Lindsey Stirling and Violet descending from the name of Maria's mother (which was also Maria's middle name).

In comparison to her twin brother Arthur, who seemed to acquire his mother's blond hair, Artemis' hair was red, while both had the tails and ears of their father. This seemingly impossible fusion was only made possible by the Project Shadow genetic splicing that had ultimately allowed Maria to beat the disease that had afflicted her for the first twelve years of her life.

While Arthur took after his 'uncle' Shadow and family friend Sonic becoming a police constable (and later detective), Artemis seemed to pick up the career aspirations her father had abandoned for a fruitful career as a naval officer, that of the engineer.

Math, music and science seemed to come natural to the young girl. She treasured the visits to the dockyards and bookseller with her father, but also the airfields of the Royal Air Force with her paternal grandparents, Air Chief Marshal and Air Vice-Marshal Amadeus and Moira Prower.

Her first major engineering 'project' was assisting her grandfather with the construction of a replica Spitfire Mark IX, which was gifted to her once she acquired a Private Pilot License. Artemis would later acquire a BA in Mathematics & Computer Science and Master of Engineering from her parents' alma mater, the University of Oxford.

In a way, Artemis was the glue that helped bind her father to his newfound existence as Project Vulpinroid, the infant taking to his Mark I form as well as she did his firstborn presence. While still in awe of his quirks and abilities as a machine, she never displayed any of the fear that he had been dreading.

She also proved herself to be a quick study on Project Vulpinroid while studying under the architect of the Mark II refit, Dr. Moddex Everest, and helped her mother in devising the minimally invasive HERMES process (Hospital Emergency Recovery & Migration Encoding System) that ultimately led to the 'cybernetic revolution' in emergency medicine. So long as the brain was patent and supportable for scanning, patients with an otherwise hopeless prognosis could be uploaded and paired to a suitable replacement body. This led to her attaining the Turing Medal, as well as sharing the Nobel Prize in Medicine with her mother and Dr. Everest.

#artemis prower #miles prower #tails the fox #tailsmaria #maria robotnik #mariarobotnik #tailsmari

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nasuversekinkmeme · 6 months

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Weekly Roundup: Prompt Reminder

KNK

Something around Ryougi Shiki and time loops, can be about the fifth movie or her falling back in love with Mikiya after the accident or legitimately anything with Shiki and timeloops please

FSN/FZ

Smut, I come humbly requesting for Saber/Guinevere sex. Specifically I want them to have the worst sex known to man. When Saber was given a dick to conceive a king they probably went at it like rabbits, but frankly I can't imagine either of them being happy with this. Even if they wanted it to happen it probably wasn't like this. So that's what I'm asking for! Everyone having a bad time having incredibly clinical and repressed sex.

Smut, Artoria and Iri bang except Iriviel is currently in Holy Grail form so it's more like Artoria trying to do passionate erotic acts with a cup. Iri is still completely conscious and appriciates the effort.

FGO

Smut, gore, Third tier Salieri's kinda hot right? Right. Looking for something with a monstrous Salieri losing his last semblance of self control and having his way with Amadeus. Amade can be into it from the start or slowly get into it, but I want it to end with him having a great time whether or not you decide to make it dubconnish. I love the idea of Salieri being incapable of touching Amadeus without hurting him. Use his claws to really screw Amadeus up, even if he's only touching him to move him or the like. Lots of gashes dripping blood would be good, and purposefully harming him would be even better. (would be based as hell to have his intestines hanging out as he gets fucked, just saying…) It would be super cool to have Salieri have inhuman anatomy too! He's become a monster in the true sense of the word, so lean into it! (this is just an excuse for knotting mostly but you can go as ham as you want)

Asterios/Habetrot, height difference. Anything about these two would be good but I'd give you my firstborn if you include their massive-ass height difference. porn welcome but not mandatory.

Smut, Koyanskaya of Light slowly realizes that OOPS, she's starting to actually fall for Ritsuka Fujimaru, as told through a series of BDSM sessions with the former as the domme and the latter as the sub. She tries to keep their relationship strictly professional, and predictably fails.

Angra stitching all over Ritsuka's skin as a form of therapeutic harm, recreating the same imagery as his tattoos with the stitches

Smut, incest, In attempt to help Lancelot stop seeing Mash as Galahad/Help Mash stop seeing Lancelot as a deadbeat father, they decide to have sex. Would appreciate if you made it as uncomfortable as humanly possible. You don't have to go all the way through btw if you want to write one of these two quitting midway through that's way welcomed.

gudako retires from saving the world post lostbelt, has no applicable skils to any sort of normal work, ends up using the hand to hand combat they learned from chiron, li shuwen and yanqing to stay afloat with money they earn from entering kengan tournaments

Hokusai and Bakin’s body-sharing with their daughters becomes really awkward and unfortunate for them when said daughters begin a relationship in spite of their protests

Smut, Castoria and Sieg having fun away from Gudako following a tiring farming session. Spoilers: they fuck.

Smut, based off that one post, I'm surprised no-one had Bedivere getting dicked down by Xiang Yu while Yu Mei-Ren coaches him through it, maybe even give him some extra stimulation

ANY

Pairing of your choice with a prey/predator dynamic. Smut very welcome but asexual kink is cool too. I just want two (or more) people chasing growling & wrestling each other. You understand.

#weekly roundup

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brookston · 1 year

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Holidays 4.5

Holidays

Accelerate ACL Awareness Among Young Women Day

Babu Jagjivan Ram Jayanthi (Andhra Pradesh, Telangana, India)

Bell Bottoms Day

Children’s Day (Palestine)

Chungmyung Day (North Korea)

Easter Island Day

First Contact Day (Star Trek)

German-Americans Day

Global Crowdfunding Day

Go For Broke Day

Golden Rule Day

International Calm Day

International Day of Conscious

International Dimetrodon Day

International OCNDS Awareness Day

International Poppers Day

Lady Luck Day

Make Your Children Laugh Day

National Biomechanics Day

National Body Care Day

National Dandelion Day

National Flash Drive Day

National Gold Star Spouses Day

National Maritime Day (India)

National Nebraska Day

National Read a Roadmap Day (a.k.a. Learn to Read a Roadmap Day)

National Self Care Day

National Star Phone Certification Day

Origin of the Species Day

R.E.M. Day

Sikmogil (Arbor Day; South Korea)

Talk Talk Day

Veto Day

Western Hemisphere Ports Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Molasses Day

National Caramel Day

National Deep Dish Pizza Day

National Raisin and Spice Bar Day

Peeps Day

1st Wednesday in April

Donate Life Living Donor Day [1st Wednesday]

Global Day (a.k.a. Global Day of the Engineer) [1st Wednesday]

National Day of Hope [1st Wednesday]

National Walking Day [1st Wednesday]

Paraprofessional Appreciation Day [1st Wednesday]

Safe Place Selfie Day [1st Wednesday]

Whole Grain Sampling Day [1st Wednesday]

Feast Days

Aequinoctium Vernum VII (Pagan)

Æthelburh of Kent (Christian; Saint)

Albert of Montecorvino (Christian; Saint)

Becan of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Cold Food Festival [Begins 15th Day of Spring Equinox; Ends 4.6] (a.k.a. …

Hanshi Festival (China)

Hansik (South Korea)

Tết Hàn Thực (Vietnam)

Derfel Gadarn (Christian; Saint)

Fortuna Publica (Festival of Good Luck; Ancient Rome)

Full Moon [4th of the Year] (a.k.a. ...

Awakening Moon (Neo-Pagan)

Breaking Ice Moon (Traditional)

Budding Moon of Plants and Shrubs (Traditional)

Egg Moon (Alternate)

Fish Moon (Alternate)

Flower Moon (Cherokee)

Gold Star Spouses Day

Grass Moon (Alternate, North America)

Growing Moon (Celtic)

Hunter’s Moon (South Africa)

Moon When the Ducks Come Back (Traditional)

Peony Moon (China)

Pink Moon (Amer. Indian, Traditional)

Planter’s Moon (Colonial)

Seed Moon (England, Wicca)

Southern Hemisphere: Blood, Harvest, Hunter’s

Wildcat Moon (Choctaw)

Gerald of Sauve-Majeure (Christian; Saint)

Hero (Positivist; Saint)

Holy Wednesday [4 Days before Easter]

Jean-Honoré Fragonard (Artology)

Juliana of Liège (Christian; Saint)

Maria Crescentia Höss (Christian; Saint)

Mariano de la Mata (Christian; Blessed)

Nones of April (Ancient Rome)

Pandita Mary Ramabai (Episcopal Church (USA))

Passover begins (at Sundown; a.k.a. Pesach; Judaism) [Nisan 15]

Pizza Day Day (Pastafarian)

Robert Bloch Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Ruadhán of Lorrha (Christian; Saint)

Scuzzina (Muppetism)

Sunning of the Buddha (Tibet)

Ta’anit Bechorot (Firstborn Fast Day; Judaism) [14 Nisan]

Tigernach of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Tomb Sweeping Day (掃墳節) [Begins 15th Day of Spring Equinox; Ends 4.6] (a.k.a. …

Ancestors' Day

Chinese Memorial Day

Ching Ming Festival (清明節; China)

Qingming Jie (清明节; China)

Shīmī (Ryukyu Islands)

Vincent Ferrer (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Nēmontēmi, Day 1 (of 5) [Aztec unlucky or fasting days, taking place between 4.5-4.18]

Premieres

Adventure Time (Animated TV Series; 2010)

Air (Film; 2023)

Amadeus (Film; 1985)

The Art of Vacationing (Disney Cartoon; 2012)

The Barnyard Concert (Disney Cartoon; 1935)

Brockmire (TV Series; 2017)

Carnegie Hall Concert, recorded by Chicago (Concert Album; 1971)

Carrie, by Stephen King (Novel; 1974)

Die Fledermaus, by Johann Strauss (Operetta; 1874)

Donald’s Dog Laundry (Disney Cartoon; 1940)

Double Trouble (Film; 1967)

Live and Let Die, by Ian Fleming (Novel; 1954) [James Bond #2]

Married… with Children (TV Series; 1987)

Moon Pilot (Film; 1962)

Moonraker, by Ian Fleming (Novel; 1955) [James Bond #3]

National Lampoon’s Van Wilder (Film; 2002)

One Dance, by Drake (Song; 2016)

Pete Kelly’s Blues (TV Series; 1959)

Pretty Baby (Film; 1978)

Shazam! (Film; 2019)

Something To Be, by Matchbox Twenty (Album; 2005)

The Sugarland Express (Film; 1974)

Tracy Chapman, by Tracy Chapman (Album; 1988)

Unicorn Store (Film; 2019)

Van Wilder (Film; 2002)

We Are the World (Song; 1985)

Today’s Name Days

Crescentia, Vinzenz (Austria)

Irena, Vinko (Croatia)

Miroslava (Czech Republic)

Irene (Denmark)

Ireene, Irene, Reena, Reene, Rena, Renate (Estonia)

Ira, Irene, Irina, Iro (Finland)

Irène (France)

Crescentia, Juliana, Juliane, Vinzenz (Germany)

Giota, Giotis, Panayotis, Panagiotis, Panagis, Panagos, Panagiota, Panayota, Panagioula, Panagoula, Pani, Panikos, Panos, Panousos, Pegie, Pegy, Takis, Tota, Toula, Yiota, Yiotis (Greece)

Vince (Hungary)

Cenzo, Eva, Vincenzo (Italy)

Mirjama, Vidaga, Vija, Virdžīnija (Latvia)

Irena, Rimvydas, Zenius, Zenonas, Žygintė (Lithuania)

Eiril, Eirin, Irene (Norway)

Borzywoj, Irena, Wincenty (Poland)

Agatopod, Teodul (Romania)

Miroslava (Slovakia)

Vicente (Spain)

Irene, Irja, Nanna (Sweden)

Chandra, Ethelburga, Irene, Irina, Tyler, Tylor (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 95 of 2024; 270 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 14 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 18 of 28]

Chinese: Second Month 2 (Gui-Mao), Day 15 (Gui-Si)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 14 Nisan 5783

Islamic: 14 Ramadan 1444

J Cal: 4 Aqua; Foursday [4 of 30]

Julian: 23 March 2023

Moon: 100%: Full Moon

Positivist: 11 Archimedes (4th Month) [Hero]

Runic Half Month: Ehwaz (Horse) [Day 11 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 17 of 90)

Zodiac: Aries (Day 16 of 30)

#calendar #Holidays

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brookstonalmanac · 1 year

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Holidays 4.5

Holidays

Accelerate ACL Awareness Among Young Women Day

Babu Jagjivan Ram Jayanthi (Andhra Pradesh, Telangana, India)

Bell Bottoms Day

Children’s Day (Palestine)

Chungmyung Day (North Korea)

Easter Island Day

First Contact Day (Star Trek)

German-Americans Day

Global Crowdfunding Day

Go For Broke Day

Golden Rule Day

International Calm Day

International Day of Conscious

International Dimetrodon Day

International OCNDS Awareness Day

International Poppers Day

Lady Luck Day

Make Your Children Laugh Day

National Biomechanics Day

National Body Care Day

National Dandelion Day

National Flash Drive Day

National Gold Star Spouses Day

National Maritime Day (India)

National Nebraska Day

National Read a Roadmap Day (a.k.a. Learn to Read a Roadmap Day)

National Self Care Day

National Star Phone Certification Day

Origin of the Species Day

R.E.M. Day

Sikmogil (Arbor Day; South Korea)

Talk Talk Day

Veto Day

Western Hemisphere Ports Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Molasses Day

National Caramel Day

National Deep Dish Pizza Day

National Raisin and Spice Bar Day

Peeps Day

1st Wednesday in April

Donate Life Living Donor Day [1st Wednesday]

Global Day (a.k.a. Global Day of the Engineer) [1st Wednesday]

National Day of Hope [1st Wednesday]

National Walking Day [1st Wednesday]

Paraprofessional Appreciation Day [1st Wednesday]

Safe Place Selfie Day [1st Wednesday]

Whole Grain Sampling Day [1st Wednesday]

Feast Days

Aequinoctium Vernum VII (Pagan)

Æthelburh of Kent (Christian; Saint)

Albert of Montecorvino (Christian; Saint)

Becan of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Cold Food Festival [Begins 15th Day of Spring Equinox; Ends 4.6] (a.k.a. …

Hanshi Festival (China)

Hansik (South Korea)

Tết Hàn Thực (Vietnam)

Derfel Gadarn (Christian; Saint)

Fortuna Publica (Festival of Good Luck; Ancient Rome)

Full Moon [4th of the Year] (a.k.a. ...

Awakening Moon (Neo-Pagan)

Breaking Ice Moon (Traditional)

Budding Moon of Plants and Shrubs (Traditional)

Egg Moon (Alternate)

Fish Moon (Alternate)

Flower Moon (Cherokee)

Gold Star Spouses Day

Grass Moon (Alternate, North America)

Growing Moon (Celtic)

Hunter’s Moon (South Africa)

Moon When the Ducks Come Back (Traditional)

Peony Moon (China)

Pink Moon (Amer. Indian, Traditional)

Planter’s Moon (Colonial)

Seed Moon (England, Wicca)

Southern Hemisphere: Blood, Harvest, Hunter’s

Wildcat Moon (Choctaw)

Gerald of Sauve-Majeure (Christian; Saint)

Hero (Positivist; Saint)

Holy Wednesday [4 Days before Easter]

Jean-Honoré Fragonard (Artology)

Juliana of Liège (Christian; Saint)

Maria Crescentia Höss (Christian; Saint)

Mariano de la Mata (Christian; Blessed)

Nones of April (Ancient Rome)

Pandita Mary Ramabai (Episcopal Church (USA))

Passover begins (at Sundown; a.k.a. Pesach; Judaism) [Nisan 15]

Pizza Day Day (Pastafarian)

Robert Bloch Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Ruadhán of Lorrha (Christian; Saint)

Scuzzina (Muppetism)

Sunning of the Buddha (Tibet)

Ta’anit Bechorot (Firstborn Fast Day; Judaism) [14 Nisan]

Tigernach of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Tomb Sweeping Day (掃墳節) [Begins 15th Day of Spring Equinox; Ends 4.6] (a.k.a. …

Ancestors' Day

Chinese Memorial Day

Ching Ming Festival (清明節; China)

Qingming Jie (清明节; China)

Shīmī (Ryukyu Islands)

Vincent Ferrer (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Nēmontēmi, Day 1 (of 5) [Aztec unlucky or fasting days, taking place between 4.5-4.18]

Premieres

Adventure Time (Animated TV Series; 2010)

Air (Film; 2023)

Amadeus (Film; 1985)

The Art of Vacationing (Disney Cartoon; 2012)

The Barnyard Concert (Disney Cartoon; 1935)

Brockmire (TV Series; 2017)

Carnegie Hall Concert, recorded by Chicago (Concert Album; 1971)

Carrie, by Stephen King (Novel; 1974)

Die Fledermaus, by Johann Strauss (Operetta; 1874)

Donald’s Dog Laundry (Disney Cartoon; 1940)

Double Trouble (Film; 1967)

Live and Let Die, by Ian Fleming (Novel; 1954) [James Bond #2]

Married… with Children (TV Series; 1987)

Moon Pilot (Film; 1962)

Moonraker, by Ian Fleming (Novel; 1955) [James Bond #3]

National Lampoon’s Van Wilder (Film; 2002)

One Dance, by Drake (Song; 2016)

Pete Kelly’s Blues (TV Series; 1959)

Pretty Baby (Film; 1978)

Shazam! (Film; 2019)

Something To Be, by Matchbox Twenty (Album; 2005)

The Sugarland Express (Film; 1974)

Tracy Chapman, by Tracy Chapman (Album; 1988)

Unicorn Store (Film; 2019)

Van Wilder (Film; 2002)

We Are the World (Song; 1985)

Today’s Name Days

Crescentia, Vinzenz (Austria)

Irena, Vinko (Croatia)

Miroslava (Czech Republic)

Irene (Denmark)

Ireene, Irene, Reena, Reene, Rena, Renate (Estonia)

Ira, Irene, Irina, Iro (Finland)

Irène (France)

Crescentia, Juliana, Juliane, Vinzenz (Germany)

Giota, Giotis, Panayotis, Panagiotis, Panagis, Panagos, Panagiota, Panayota, Panagioula, Panagoula, Pani, Panikos, Panos, Panousos, Pegie, Pegy, Takis, Tota, Toula, Yiota, Yiotis (Greece)

Vince (Hungary)

Cenzo, Eva, Vincenzo (Italy)

Mirjama, Vidaga, Vija, Virdžīnija (Latvia)

Irena, Rimvydas, Zenius, Zenonas, Žygintė (Lithuania)

Eiril, Eirin, Irene (Norway)

Borzywoj, Irena, Wincenty (Poland)

Agatopod, Teodul (Romania)

Miroslava (Slovakia)

Vicente (Spain)

Irene, Irja, Nanna (Sweden)

Chandra, Ethelburga, Irene, Irina, Tyler, Tylor (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 95 of 2024; 270 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 14 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 18 of 28]

Chinese: Second Month 2 (Gui-Mao), Day 15 (Gui-Si)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 14 Nisan 5783

Islamic: 14 Ramadan 1444

J Cal: 4 Aqua; Foursday [4 of 30]

Julian: 23 March 2023

Moon: 100%: Full Moon

Positivist: 11 Archimedes (4th Month) [Hero]

Runic Half Month: Ehwaz (Horse) [Day 11 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 17 of 90)

Zodiac: Aries (Day 16 of 30)

#Holidays

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guts-in-a-blender · 3 years

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“... Goodness sugar, are you lost?”

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“... I could let you stay in my classroom for the night...”

#take a shot everytime guts draws her anthro amadeus #im sorry hes so lovely to draw #struggling game #my art #struggling fan art #drawing #amadeus #amadeus the firstborn #amadeus struggling #ct!amadeus #he also uses a buncha nicknames on others like ‘sugarbug’ ‘bear’ and such

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angelqueen04 · 3 years

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Hamliza Month, Day 28

@megpeggs @historysalt

Stars Piano Summary: Alexander plots a surprise for Eliza. He even has coconspirators.

The music filled the room with such richness and zeal, they could have been sitting in a grand theatre instead of just their small parlor. The musician’s hands danced over the keys, light as air. The music was laid out before her, with her brother dutifully turning the pages for her, but Alexander knew that she had no need of them. This was a piece that she knew by heart.

Alexander closed his own eyes, letting the music wash over him and sooth his many cares and stresses away. There were really only two ways for him to do that. The first was this, listening to his dearest little Angelica – who, at fifteen, reminded him often that she was not so little anymore – play with all the grace of an angel. Her piano was among her greatest joys, and had been since the day it had arrived, a gift from her aunt and namesake sent all the way from London.

The second, of course, was to lay quietly with his Eliza, his head upon her bosom as she ran her fingers through his hair and over his temples. The mere thought of that brought a smile to his lips.

When the song at last came to an end, the final note fading out into silence, Alexander opened his eyes and brought his hands up to applaud. “Brava,” he said with genuine enthusiasm. “That was absolutely beautiful, my darling girl.”

Angelica turned from the piano, a bright, winsome grin on her face. “Thank you, Papa!” she replied. “I heard from Mr. Amadeus that he is expecting a new shipment of music in one of his next shipments from Venice…” She trailed off, her expression perfectly calm, as though she had just imparted some interesting tidbit of news.

Alexander met Philip’s expressive gaze over Angelica’s shoulder, and his eldest son broke into a knowing grin, unable to hide his amusement. Alexander kept his face straight, hiding his own merriment. Philip would never be a good card player. He was never one to hide his feelings or thoughts.

“I see,” he said thoughtfully. “Well, I’m sure that is a great comfort to Mr. Amadeus. Did you not say he was most distraught that his supply of sheet music was woefully low, and he feared running out completely before winter?”

Angelica’s expression did not waver, and Alexander did not look away, though inwardly he laughed. Playing this game was rather fun, trying not to be the first one to break.

The silence stretched on for several long moments, until finally it was Philip who broke it. “Oh for goodness sake, Papa! She wants some pocket money so she can be first in line to dig through the new sheet music when it arrives!” He then turned his gaze toward Angelica, who had turned in her seat to face him, and demanded, “Was all of that really necessary? You could have just asked him!”

Angelica’s back was now to Alexander, but he could well guess that she was rolling her eyes at Philip’s impatience. He also gave his son a chiding look. If Philip hoped to make a living as a lawyer and a man of government, he would have to learn when to hold himself still, when to have patience. Goodness knows, it was a hard lesson Alexander had had to learn himself, but surely he had never been so impatient as his firstborn?

Anything else that might have been said was forgotten when the front door of the house swept open and loud, laughing voices spilled into the front hall. He turned to look through to the front hall and saw the rest of his children tumble through the front door. James and Johnny had their arms full of parcels, and were clearly eager to relieve themselves of their burden. Alex was also carrying a few packages, in addition to having William riding on his back. Eliza was the last one to enter the house, her reticule in one hand and little Liza held securely in her other arm.

“Take them into the kitchen and lay them on the table for Mrs. Georges,” Eliza was telling their sons. “And do so neatly!” she added as they began to move toward the kitchen at the back of the house. “I do not want to hear of anything dropping or being broken this time!”

As Eliza dropped her reticule on a nearby hall table and began the struggle of removing her coat without overly disturbing their youngest, an idea began to grow in Alexander’s mind. A grin spread across his face, and he turned to Angelica. “I shall make a deal with you, my dear,” he told her. “You may have your pocket money in advance, but only if you and Philip do something for me.”

She cocked her head, eyeing him curiously. “What is that?” At the same time, Philip threw his hands up, asking, “Why am I getting roped into this?” A raised eyebrow from both Angelica and Alexander himself made him surrender and go quiet.

What he wanted was simple enough, hardly any kind of real challenge, and so she accepted when he hurriedly explained. Philip, resigned to his own involvement, uttered no further reluctance on his part. That settled, Alexander stood up from his chair and left the parlor. Eliza was still struggling with her coat, as Liza was not in mood that was agreeable to cooperating with her mother. She clung to her with all the stubbornness a Hamilton and a Schuyler could exhibit.

And so young too! Alexander thought. Chuckling, he came closer and asked, “What is this, my darling? A rather large burr seems to have stuck itself to you.”

Eliza gave him a look mixed with exasperation and resignation. Leaning forward, he lightly tapped the toddler on the nose. “Hello there, poppet,” he said, and then held out his hands to her invitingly. “Come to Papa?”

Liza, just over a year old, eyed him with her mother’s dark eyes, a suspicious glint in them, and kept her firm grip upon her mother. Alexander bit back a laugh. “Come on,” he coaxed, “Papa has missed his little Betsey.”

The little girl waited several more beats before she finally deigned to permit herself to be passed from one parent to the other. All the imperiousness of a queen, this one, Alexander thought, no longer bothering to hide his smile. He held her close, covering her face in playful, sloppy kisses, which made her lapse into delighted giggles.

Freed of her youngest child’s clingy hands, Eliza at last removed her coat and hung it beside the door. Running her hands along her hair to swipe back a few stray strands, Eliza asked, “I assume supper is on schedule?”

Alexander nodded. “Mrs. Georges has everything in hand.” Just then the sound of footsteps alerted him to the return of their sons. “And it sounds as though she has already banished everyone and their greedy fingers from her domain.”

The boys then reappeared, most with sulky or disappointed expressions. Clearly, Mrs. Georges had not been inclined to indulge them with sweets so close to their meal.

Eliza soon gave everyone their marching orders to go and wash up for supper. As Philip and Angelica came out of the parlor, Philip gave his father a mischievous grin and a wink while Angelica looked positively thrilled to be taking part in Alexander’s little plan.

Alexander returned the smile before following the rest of the family upstairs, little Liza still on his hip. There was much to do and little time to accomplish it.

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It was becoming quite late when Eliza stepped out of the nursery some hours later, satisfied that Liza was safely asleep. The upstairs hallway was quite dim, but candlelight flickered underneath the closed door to the boys’ chamber. Taking a deep breath, she began to approach the door, intending to remind Johnny – for she had no doubt that it was dear Johnny – that it was time he put his book aside and went to bed.

“Mama?”

Eliza stopped and turned to find Philip standing at the stop of the stairs. “Yes, dear?”

He took a step forward and then gestured behind him. “Papa asked for you to come downstairs,” he told her. His gaze shifted to the door behind her and he rolled his eyes. “I’ll tell Johnny to go to bed,” Philip assured her, coming closer and moving to slip past her.

“Did your father say what he wanted?” she asked him. “And why has Angelica not come up yet?” She had not heard her eldest girl retire to her own room.

Philip stopped and glanced over his shoulder at her. Even in the darkness, Eliza could see the shiftiness of his expression. “Oh, um, she’s helping Papa with something.”

“And just what, Philip Hamilton, is your sister assisting your father with?” Eliza asked, her voice low and stern. She was not blind. She had seen the conspiratorial whispers that had been going on throughout supper between her husband and two oldest children. They had been up to something, but Eliza had not been able to discover what, having been occupied with the rest of the family’s doings.

Her eldest son was eighteen years old, considered by society a man grown, but Philip was still her son. He still snapped to attention when his mother used that sort of tone of voice. “I, uh,” he stuttered, “I really couldn’t say, Mama. I think it has to do with whatever Papa wanted you to come downstairs for.” Before she could question him further, Philip threw open the door to the large room he shared with his brothers, hurried inside, and slammed the door shut again. Behind it, she could hear him snap, “Blow out the damn candle, Johnny!”

Eliza would have scolded Philip for using such language toward his brother, but her mind was already turning toward what was happening downstairs with her husband and son. Sighing, she turned on her heel and swept down the hallway, making for the stairs.

As she descended, she saw that the front hall was still well-lit by several candles, and she could see a similar glow coming from the parlor. “Alexander?” Eliza called out as she stepped onto the landing.

“In here, dearest,” Alexander responded from the parlor. Eliza stepped into the parlor doorway and her eyes widened as she peered into the room.

The sofa, chairs, and tables had all been pushed from their normal places throughout the room to stand against the wall, leaving the center of the room completely clear. Alexander stood there in that vast empty space, facing her with a beautiful smile on his face.

“Come, my love,” he said, his voice soft as he held out his hand to her.

“Alexander?” she asked even as she walked forward to meet him. As she approached, music filled the room and Eliza’s eyes flew to the piano over by the window. There sat Angelica, her back to them both, her fingers dancing over the keys as she began to play a familiar tune.

The Allemande.[1]

“May I have this dance?” Alexander asked her, his hand still poised in front of him.

Eliza gawked at him. “You…” she trailed off, her eyes sweeping around the room. “You did this so we could dance?” she inquired.

He beamed. “Clever, isn’t it?” He was clearly very proud of himself.

She continued to stare at him, at his sunny, cheerful smile, and Eliza could feel herself melting. How was it that he could still make her fall in love with him anew even after nearly twenty years of marriage? Eliza huffed a small laugh, and without further hesitation, she laid her hand in his.

They had plenty of room to move in the parlor, and they were well-practiced in their movements, having performed this dance many times over the years. Eliza always felt lighter than air whenever she danced with Alexander, and as they held each other’s gazes, she could almost feel the years falling away, and they might well have been two young people again, dancing for the first time in an assembly in the midst of an army camp.[2]

The mix of fond memories, a loving present Eliza would not exchange for any other life, and Angelica’s sublime musical skill all made for a perfect evening.

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[1] An 18th century dance. I found a demonstration of it on YouTube and it looked so lovely and thought it would be perfect for Alexander and Eliza’s little surprise date night, as assisted by the amazing, talented Angelica.

[2] See Day 18: First.

This ficlet was written by request of one of my reviewers on AO3, who wanted to see something that featured Angelica Hamilton. I wasn’t all that attached to the story idea I initially had for this day, so this was slipped in instead. I felt it only fair, since little Eliza Hamilton also had a chapter featuring her (and she also insisted on making a small cameo in this one too, the adorable little tyrant), and the boys too had had their moment earlier on. Now all the only one left is Little Phil. *shifty eyes*

#my fanfiction #hamliza month #hamliza #alexander hamilton #elizabeth schuyler hamilton #philip hamilton #angelica hamilton

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mammon-sama · 4 years

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Poison Apple Crêpes (Fanfiction) Part 1/2

I wrote this little oneshot initially on AO3, but I decided to post it on Tumblr, as well, since I am trying to write more fanfic on here!

Title:

Poison Apple Crêpes (Part 1/2)

Summary:

An incensed Mammon recalls a fond memory he has of Lucifer from when they were younger.

(Essentially just a fluffy oneshot about Luci doing his best and Mammon just realizing it because he is a dumbass.)

Genre:

Fluff

Rating:

Word Count:

2011

Mammon clutched the sheet of paper even more tightly in his fists, his knuckles curled so fast that his shapely white fingernails dug deep into his palms.

The paper—his fifth Chemistry III test with a score of less than 10%—was a crumpled mess and, unlike his usual treatment of schoolwork, couldn’t be thrown away. Because it was his fifth F- in a row, his professor had stapled an angry pink notice to the front of the exam, biding Mammon to have it signed by his guardian and returned to the professor so that he knew that someone other than Mammon was aware of his failing grades and was helping him get through the course.

However, since Mammon had no actual guardian, the role of signing permission slips, detention notices, release forms and the like for all the brothers fell upon Lucifer. And as far as Lucifer was concerned, he had signed far too many test-failure notifications for Mammon and was already livid with his younger brother for another one he had brought home yesterday for his Statistics IV class; he had confiscated Mammon’s beloved Goldie the second he had seen the telltale pink sheet stapled to the front of Mammon’s test the day before.

Of course, Mammon had thought to forge Lucifer’s signature on all his failed tests, but unfortunately, during the past year, much of the R.A.D.’s grading system had become computerized and Lucifer could see his siblings’ grades whenever he pleased. Mammon figured it would be worse for his brother to find out about his grades over the computer than for him to realize it in person—that gave him less time to plan out his punishment agenda.

Mammon shuddered at the thought of what his penalty would be this time and cursed Lucifer a thousand times over. A boiling ire snaked its way through his bones as he thought of the firstborn demon’s cruel sense of justice, but even more so at the fact that his preliminary punishment had already been granted the day before: his precious Goldie had been impounded.

He absolutely despised knowing that the few thousand Grimm coins that rattled around in his jacket pocket were all the money he had on him, period. The thought only caused his frown to deepen as he wrung his test even tighter and made his way to Lucifer’s private study.

The eldest demon’s study had always been a bit of a puzzle to his siblings, as rather than being locked by a key, it was kept shut through a voice command phrase. Belphegor and Satan had always reveled in guessing goofy phrases about Lucifer’s relationship with Diavolo as the code, but none of those phrases opened the door. Even when Leviathan, Beelzebub, or Asmodeus made any kind of attempt to speak the right phrase, the door still wouldn’t budge.

The five of them had always assumed that the code was some kind of personal anecdote, something that only those closest to Lucifer would know. This baffled them, as who would be closer to Lucifer than his brothers?

Mammon, on the other hand, never understood what was so hard about guessing the code—as far as he was concerned, any low-level demon could figure it out easy enough—not that he’d ever tell his other siblings what it was.

He walked up to the door to Lucifer’s study and muttered, “Eine klein Nachtmusik.”

It was common sense for that to be Lucifer’s super-secret code phrase. Back in the Celestial Realm, when Lucifer had been the Archangel of Music, "Eine klein Nachtmusik" had been his first and most beloved composition. He had written a great multitude of pieces for every instrument ever to be in existence, but there was no composition that he was more proud of than that one. Or, he had been, until his prized work had been released into the Human World and the credit for it had been taken by some Austrian mook by the name of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Mammon shook his head as the door to the study slid open smoothly without so much as a hiss.

Too easy.

He stomped in, his displeasure evident on his face as he turned toward his brother’s desk, hoping to see a dumbfounded Lucifer, irritated that someone had been able to outsmart his voice command security.

Instead, Lucifer was hunched over his desk, his head down and only propped up by a gloved hand that was sprawled delicately on his face.

Mammon raised an eyebrow and walked closer to the firstborn demon. His eyebrows raised; Lucifer was … sleeping? He paused, realizing that he hadn’t seen his brother at breakfast this morning, either. Had he been here in his study all night?

Mammon couldn’t even begin to wonder what kind of work would prompt his brother to slave at such odd hours. However, this didn’t bother him as he clasped his hand around Lucifer’s shoulder, poised and ready to shake the exhausted demon awake.

“Yo, Lucifer,” he began, but before he could finish his thought, his eyes wandered to the disarray that was Lucifer’s desk.

He cocked his head. His brother was renowned for being an incredibly immaculate demon; there never was a hair to be found out of place on his head, and even the clutter on his desk was always neatly arranged and tidy.

Mammon looked behind the desk and noticed that Lucifer had propped a window open and realized that the wind must have scattered the items on his desk.

Dozens of sheets of paper were strewn about and various pens and knickknacks littered the floor. In fact, Mammon noticed that the only thing that seemed to have survived the wind was the file folder that was directly in front of Lucifer. He found that strange and wondered why that was the sole object not privy to the elements.

He moved his hand off of Lucifer and stepped back when he noticed that the item that acted as a paperweight and held the file down was a small tabletop photo frame. Mammon raised an eyebrow as he picked the frame up and nearly dropped it when he saw the photo that was inside.

It was an older photograph, taken maybe five hundred years ago or so. He smiled, realizing that in the picture, he was only perhaps nine hundred years old. Lucifer, the other demon in the photo, was about thirteen hundred. The two of them were huddled under an umbrellaed patio table at one of the small cafés on the outskirts of the Devildom, grinning widely for the camera. Mammon had an arm wrapped chummily around his older brother’s shoulders, while the latter leaned into the touch with a carefree beam bigger than Mammon had ever seen it before.

Mammon smiled fondly; he recollected the café well. When the seven brothers had first moved to the Devildom, they had reveled in exploring the many restaurants that the realm offered, before finally settling on Ristorante Six as their favorite. However, Mammon reminisced, the particular café featured in the photograph remained a favorite of both him and Lucifer. On days that they weren’t busy with their own responsibilities, the pair used to would make the long trips to the fringes of the Devildom to the café and enjoy its specialty—crêpes.

He recalled that at first, he had kicked his legs stubbornly and pouted because none of the crêpe fillings were foods that he liked until Lucifer had persuaded him to try the dried blackbelly newt legs macerated in vanilla simple syrup as a filling. Mammon had fallen in love that day, and ever since then, he couldn’t get enough of the coarse, wiry stuff and considered dried blackbelly newt legs to be one of his favorite foods.

Lucifer, on the other hand, always ordered his crêpes brimming with several extra portions of poison apples. The sticky fruit was always slick with thick, purple glaze, and Mammon laughed when he remembered that by the end of every meal, Lucifer would woefully find his lips a very unbecoming shade of lavender.

His laughter stopped when he realized that it had been a very long time since he and Lucifer had been to that café. In fact, for the past several years, Mammon had spent most of his time meandering about in the exclusive and expensive shopping districts in the heart of the Devildom, never venturing to the dingy outskirts of the realm.

But still, he wondered, why he and Lucifer hadn’t at least made one trip to the café in all the years since.

Mammon’s heart dropped as he racked his brain and remembered Lucifer asking him, year after year—in an underhanded way, of course—if he wanted to accompany him on various outings, all of which were located in the very fringes of the Devildom and dangerously close to their café.

“Mammon, I’m going to drop Baby Satan at his Little Bookworms Club at the edge of town. Care to join me? We can find something to eat while we wait for him to finish.”

“Mammon, Levi stayed up late playing zombie games again, and he wants me to walk him to the Akuzon Delivery Center; he’s afraid something will creep up from the shadows and attack him. It’s at the far end of the realm, but we can buy some lunch in one of the cafés nearby if we get hungry. That is—if you’d like to come.”

“Mammon, do you recall that Beel received those three passes for two free meals apiece at any café in the Devildom? It was a prize for when he won the Devildom Junior High Pie-Eating Contest, I believe. Yesterday, he gave me one as penance for eating everything in the refrigerator, again. Would you care to use it with me?”

“Mammon, Diavolo said that it’s imperative that I deliver this bowl of warm chicken heart soup to his grandmother. She’s sick and lives in the Hellfire Retirement Community. You know where that is, correct? It’s on the outskirts of town, and we can get brunch afterward. Will you join me?”

He cringed as he remembered that he had turned down every invitation, too deep in one of his many get-rich-quick schemes once he had gotten settled in his life in the Devildom to take a moment to spend time with his brother. He realized now that Lucifer, his pride having taken too many hits from being snubbed a multitude of times, must have just decided to stop inviting him altogether.

Mammon sighed and put the photo frame back on the file in front of Lucifer. He decided to let him sleep—with all he did for his younger brothers, Mammon wagered Lucifer sure needed it. He uncrumpled his test and with one of the pens scattered about, scrawled Mammon already signed up for tutoring ); on the back, and left it on the desk, making a mental note to do just that—even though he despised the idea of spending his much-needed cashflow-planning time with the pretentious tutors at R.A.D.

He stared at Lucifer’s peaceful form for a moment before reaching down to pick up the windblown papers and place them neatly on his desk. He even rearranged all the other office supplies that were scattered about in a fashion that he was sure that even the tidy Lucifer would approve of.

“Stupid Lucifer,” Mammon muttered as he quietly closed the door to his brother’s study. “No wonder you were Father’s favorite.”

As he walked down the halls of the House of Lamentation, Mammon fingered the Grimm coins in his pocket. Now that he thought about it, he had just the right amount of money to buy a stack of crêpes to-go at that little café.

He nodded when he realized that in the glove compartment of his Demonio 666 Lexura, he’d also left at least six thousand Grimm worth of change for roadside emergencies.

… The perfect amount of money to add an extra helping of poison apples to said crêpes.

THE END

Read Part 2/2 here!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date mammon #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #brotherly love #adverbslut_writes

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aurenes · 4 years

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1, 8 & 10? For commander asks part 3!

I’m gonna answer for all the beans. :o)

1. Do they prefer company or to be alone?: None of the trio like being entirely alone, but each of them are extremely accustomed to it. Star and Meadow will almost always choose the company of one another rather than being entirely alone, and with Amadeus, he just enjoys the background noise of other people. Canach is his first preference always, followed by Meadow, and sometimes even Taimi. He enjoys debating various topics with her, all of which he disagrees with purely for the sake of seeing her become enraged. -

8. What was their opinion of Trahearne?: Starbreather has never, and most likely will never respect someone the way she respected Trahearne. His power and skill were something she hadn’t seen in anyone outside of her own bloodline and it was extremely admirable in her eyes. Meadow, on the other hand, wasn’t entirely sure what to make of him most of the time. She trusted her sister’s judgement and always acted accordingly, but she was never around long enough to form her own genuine opinions. - Amadeus had a strained relationship with Trahearne. Having abandoned the Pale Tree and her teachings within his first year of living, Amadeus wasn’t exactly keen on having anything to do with his own kind at all; especially not the firstborn. His death didn’t hit any sort of nerve, though he did find it somewhat difficult to see the effect it had on his commander and her sister.

10. What do they think of Joko?: Amadeus, despite the widespread disapproval it gave him, enjoyed the lich more than he should’ve. His antics were always something the lieutenant found amusing, especially once he heard of the terrors the commander had experienced after being captured. - Starbreather thought he was annoying more than anything else, but she does regret that they weren’t able to find some sort of truce. She believes he would have been a good ally in the coming battles. - Meadow had a similar opinion to Amadeus and even attempted to persuade Joko into becoming an ally. It didn’t work, obviously, but it did come with great conversation.

#THANK YOU FOR ASKING AGAIN AHHHHHHH #i feel so loved ;~;#guild wars 2 #gw2 #guild wars 2 rp #gw2 rp #aurenes #c: starbreather #c: meadow #c: amadeus #hopefully will make more of these soon #ask the commander #ashals-dream

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toothed-raven · 1 year

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Night drawings :D

#struggling game #art #amadeus💖#fanart #troy✨#achilles✨#hector✨#self insert #me👁️#sona #struggling amadeus #amadeus the firstborn #troy struggling #hector struggling #achilles struggling #✝️by me✝️

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offscreen-gloomverse-probably · 5 years

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911 Operator: What’s your emergency?

Amadeus: My wife’s going into labor and I don’t know what to do!

911 Operator: Is this her firstborn?

Amadeus: No, this is her husband.

#amadeus gloom #gloomverse #incorrect quotes #incorrect gloomverse quotes #AMA PLS #hobo no #mooching hobo #<<<this one's just for the blog

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driftingicecaps-fr · 5 years

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Dragon A Day: #3 Frostbite Role: Prince Age: ~336 Moons (~28 yrs) Birthdate: 7th of Rot Mate: None Birthplace: The Clan of Drifting Icecaps Voice Claim: Tate Donovan Theme: Little Fang - Avey Tares Slasher Flicks Charge: Noel Family: Amadeus (Father), Tallah (Mother), Sohvi (Brother), Talvikki (Brother), Noel (Sister), Cheer (Niece), Asher (Nephew) — Alignment: Neutral Good Loyalty: Icewarden & Flamecaller Traits: Patient, Kind, Anxious — Short Summary: Frostbite was originally the only surviving child of Amadeus & Tallah and their firstborn. His egg was found floating in the freezing southern sea after being lost in a blizzard. Due to the extreme cold, he hatched very late and was born coated in ice that impaired his movement, speech, and growth. He was kept from leaving the clan by his mother, Tallah. When his sister Noel was born, he immediately recognized her as his charge. When the events of The Freeze happened, he left the clan with a band of dragons to seek out the Flamecaller. The Flamecaller was able to melt most of (but not all) the ice from his body and he is now able to function more like the average dragon. He is in love with his friend and servant, Borealis, but the feelings cannot be recuperated.

#fr #flight rising #dragon a day #my lore #lore #frostbite

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ultimatenutshackfangirl · 3 years

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SiIvaGunner rip ideas + fanmade rip (Revised)

As I became more and more interested in SiIvaGunner, I came up with a few rip ideas and I even made a rip for April Fool’s Day 2020.

Sanie cu Zurgãlãi - Rabbids Go Home:

https://www.deviantart.com/357magnolia/journal/IDK-what-to-call-this-mashup-733008954

Joke: It’s basically a mashup of the normal version and the version sung by the Rabbids.

Title Screen (Vocal Mix) - Elfen Lied:

https://aminoapps.com/c/siivagunner/page/blog/possible-elfen-lied-rip-idea/8YgM_eoUmuj7pM1NrJX1nELqbMjzR5GMD5

Joke: Tito Dick (Either the normal version we know and love or the evil version from The Nutshack’s season 1 finale, TTBoy & Kid Utut) singing Lilium, The theme song from the Elfen Lied anime. (Possibly with piano/violin accompaniment and Dwayne providing backup vocals to reference the “357Magnolia’s Music Trio” drawing from DeviantArt.)

Outward BGM (Alpha Mix) - Pac-Land:

DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/357magnolia/journal/SiIvaGunner-Pac-Land-Rip-Idea-831479007

Amino: https://aminoapps.com/c/siivagunner/page/blog/pac-land-rip-idea/wRYB_30touBVJjrNYE3q7NYPrLZRxkR3vN

Joke: The little tune that plays when a level starts, followed by Largo al factotum from The Barber of Seville in Pac-Land’s soundfont with what sounds like the Hanna-Barbera cartoon version of Clyde (One of the ghosts) singing along.

Yoshi’s Island (Beta Myx) - Super Smash Bros.:

https://www.deviantart.com/357magnolia/journal/Smash-Bros-64-rip-idea-849329771

(The joke is explained in detail on the DA page. But in a nutshell, it’s Evil Dick (Tito Dick’s aforementioned evil self) complaining about the Yoshi Commits Tax Fraud memes, followed by a jumpscare and a Bathrobe_Dwane clip that’s commonly used for TriHard shockers set to a mashup of the Donkey Kong hammer theme, the normal Nutshack theme and the TTBoy & Kid Utut theme, with some Wario Apparition references here and there.)

Inky’s Blade-o-Matic - Pac-Man World 2:

https://www.deviantart.com/357magnolia/journal/Pac-Man-World-2-rip-idea-851470771

Joke: A mashup of the advertised track and “Twist” by Korn.

Name Entry Music - Grobda:

https://www.deviantart.com/357magnolia/journal/Grobda-rip-idea-851551934

Joke: The Monty Python’s Flying Circus theme song in Grobda’s soundfont.

Flesh Opera: Cries of the Firstborn - Struggling:

https://www.deviantart.com/357magnolia/journal/High-Quality-Struggling-Rip-Idea-865331994

Joke: The Pelones (A quartet of Sr. Pelo caricatures) sing instead of Amadeus.

Title Screen - Food Battle: The Game:

youtube

Joke: A clip from Smosh’s EXPIRED ASIAN FOOD TEST! with the much maligned Nerf This fart at the end.

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isadomna · 7 years

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Elisabeth Farnese (1692 – 1766)

Elisabeth was born at the Palazzo della Pilotta in Parma, daughter of Odoardo Farnese and Dorothea Sophie of Neuburg. Elisabeth would later become the heiress of her father's dominions after her uncle Francesco Farnese, Duke of Parma and his younger brother both remained childless. Elisabeth was raised in seclusion in an apartment in the Palace in Parma. She had a difficult relationship with her mother, but was reportedly deeply devoted to her uncle-stepfather. She could speak and write Latin, French, and German and was schooled in rhetoric, philosophy, geography and history, but, reportedly, she found no interest in her studies and lacked intellectual interests. She was a better student within dance, studied painting under Pierantonio Avanzini and enjoyed music and embroidery. She survived a virulent attack of smallpox shortly after the War of the Spanish Succession.

Because of the lack of male heirs of her father, her uncle-stepfather and her youngest uncle, who all succeeded one another, preparations were done for succession of the Duchy of Parma in the female line through her. She was therefore made many marriage proposals. Victor Amadeus, Prince of Piedmont and Francesco d'Este, Hereditary Prince of Modena both asked for her hand but negotiations eventually failed, as well as Prince Pio della Mirandola. In 1714 she became the second wife of King Philip V of Spain.

Elisabeth was a natural choice for Philip V because of the traditional Spanish interests in Italian provinces, as she was the heir of the Parmesan throne. The Parmese ambassador convinced the all-powerful Princess des Ursins to give her crucial consent to the marriage by convincing her that Elisabeth was a simple minded person, accustomed to nothing but needlework and embroidery and easy to control and dominate. In parallel, Alberoni informed Elisabeth that the king "wishes to be governed" by others and that she would be an unhappy queen unless she swiftly took control, and that she would also be liked by the Spaniards if the removed the influence of the French party headed by the princess des Ursins.

The princess des Ursins soon discovered that the new queen was not the timid person who would be easy to control. The princess was arrested, fired, and immediately escorted over the border to France. When King Philip met Elisabeth, he quickly fell in love with her at first sight, just as he had with his former spouse. Queen Elisabeth quickly obtained complete influence over Philip. She proceed to eliminate the French party at court and replacing it with her own followers. Philip was also strongly sexually dependent of her, because of his scruples against sex outside of marriage, and Elisabeth shared his tastes and eccentricities. Reportedly she had physical charm and purposefulness, she was intelligent and could converse, be gay, jovial and charming, but also ambitions for glory, approval and popularity. Her chief adviser was Alberoni, who guided her as how to protect the interests of herself and Parma.

Elisabeth enjoyed hunting and wore male riding attire while doing so. She was described as an excellent shot and rider, and often hunted with the king. Early on, she became overweight because of her great appetite. She spent extravagantly, both on herself and upon her confidants. Elisabeth was mother of seven children. In her reign as wife of Philip V formed an important collection of art. The queen was fond of Murillo's paintings, which she bought in great quantities. Philip and Elisabeh were responsible of the purchase of the sculptural collection of Christina of Sweden. Queen Elisabeth was disinterested in domestic policy and preferred foreign policy, where her goal was to enforce the Spanish presence in the Italian states, combined with her ambition for her own sons, who were initially not expected to succeed in Spain because of the existence of her step-sons, Louis and Ferdinand. The queen never showed affection, but disdain, for them.

Elisabeth's influence was exerted altogether in support of Alberoni's policy, one chief aim of which was to recover the ancient Italian possessions of Spain, and which actually resulted in the seizure of Sardinia and Sicily. So vigorously did she enter into this policy that when the French forces advanced to the Pyrenees, she placed herself at the head of one division of the Spanish army. In April 1719, the queen accompanied the king on his campaign to the front upon the French invasion; dressed in a French habit of blue and silver, she continuously reviewed and encouraged her troops on horseback. Her ambition, however, was grievously disappointed. The Triple Alliance thwarted her plans when British troops raided Vigo, and by 1720 the allies made the banishment of Alberoni a condition of peace. Sicily also had to be evacuated.

The bipolar depressions of Philip V periodically left him paralyzed and unable to handle government affairs, during which Elisabeth herself handled them. Her capability in choosing able and devoted ministers, however, brought about beneficial internal reforms and succeeded in improving Spain’s economy. Initially, she was popular because her dismissal of des Ursins made her seem as the savior of Spain from French dominance, but her complete dominance of the monarch soon made her unpopular. Elisabeth was also unpopular among the Spanish nobility for the decline of formal Spanish etiquette court life, and pamphlets accused her of keeping the king in slavery, benefiting foreigners and trying to murder her step-sons.

In 1724, entreaties failed to prevent the abdication of Philip, who gave up the throne in favour of his firstborn (Louis I) heir from his first marriage. During the reign of Louis, however, Elisabeth kept her hold of power. Seven months later, however, the death of the young king recalled Philip to the throne. It was Elisabeth who, with the aide of the ministers, the papal nuncio, theologians and all her net of contacts pressured him to retake the crown. During his later years, when he was nearly senile, Elisabeth directed the whole policy of Spain so as to secure thrones in Italy for her sons. She had the satisfaction of seeing the accession to the throne of Naples and Sicily of her son Charles, and her second son, Philip, as Duke of Parma.

In 1746, the reign of Elisabeth ended with the death of Philip V and the succession of her stepson Ferdinand VI. Ferdinand, like his father, left the government business to his spouse, Barbara of Portugal, whom Elisabeth Farnese hated. Elisabeth was exiled with her court to the Royal Palace of La Granja of San Ildefonso, where she spent the rest of her step-son's reign exiled from the royal court and any influence on politics. She hosted grand receptions where she welcomed foreign diplomats and encouraged the criticism of the opposition toward her step-son.

Elisabeth was then made interim regent of Spain from the death of Ferdinand VI in 1759 until the arrival of her son Charles III in 1760. Elisabeth returned to court, but her continuous quarrels and discussions with her daughter-in-law, Maria Amalia of Saxony, made her to return to her exile until the end of her days in Aranjuez. Elisabeth Farnese died in 1766 at the age of 73. She was buried next to her husband in the Colegiata of San Ildefonso. (x)(x)

#Elisabeth Farnese #Isabel de Farnesio #Queen of Spain #Spanish history #Women in History

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