poisonous plot

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I’m crying laughing because I haven’t drawn anything in almost two weeks and what is this crap?

April 6 marks 100 years since the U.S. Congress voted to declare war on Germany, entering World War I. The war took the lives of 17 million people worldwide. But what’s not as well-known is the role that animals played at a time when they were still critical to warfare.

Horses in particular served alongside troops on both sides, and several million died during the war. The animals were so crucial to the war effort that they also became military targets.

“You need these horses to move, to fight, to exist,” says Christopher Kolakowski, director of the MacArthur Memorial in Norfolk, Va. “It would be like maintaining your car today.”

Hundreds of thousands of horses and mules were shipped to Europe from Newport News, Va., the largest departure point for horses and mules, during war years. The area around the port on the James River is now full of condos, office buildings, and even today — shipyards.

The Unsung Equestrian Heroes Of World War I And The Plot To Poison Them

Photo: Courtesy of U.S. National Archives

The new White House communications director sounds like he’s an antagonist in an 18th century Italian-language opera written by a non-Italian. Look at the name “Anthony Scaramucci” and tell me it doesn’t belong to a mustache-twirling evil tenor-baritone viscount who dashes dramatically across the stage wisking his bright red cape behind him while singing about his plot to poison the main character so he can marry his wife. Tell me, I dare you.

If the Kingkiller Chronicle Were Rewritten as Classic Literary Books

I was wondering how the Kingkiller Chronicle would be if it were rewritten as classic books in literature. So I decided to write a short synopsis of KKC if it took on the plot of those other books. I tried to keep characters in their best suited role, but it didn’t always work so there may be accuracy in the selection. 

What surprised me most is how some of these stories could be paralled with KKC. Anyway, here’s the list.

The Stranger: “Laurian died today. Or, maybe, yesterday. I can’t be sure”…Kvothe is now from the privileged class in Tarbean. After the death of his mother, he attends the funeral with indifference. Afterward, he engages in a relationship with Denna who he neither loves nor hates. Kvothe spends his time smoking and drinking coffee. Later on he shoots and kills a Ruh man on the beach with a bow and arrow. Kvothe never says why except that the Ruh’s singing and intense heat from the sun bothered him. In court the prosecutor focuses on his apathetic nature at his mother’s funeral to get a guilty verdict. Kvothe is sentenced to be executed by guillotine. In a final attempt by a clergyman to save Kvothe’s soul by turning to Tehlu, Kvothe proclaims himself a non-believer and curses Tehlu and the rest of humanity for their absurd notions.

Moby Dick: Simmon longs for the sea. He boards a ship off the coast of Tarbean. The captain is none other than Kvothe, whose left leg was ripped off by the vicious sea creature Cinder. Fueled by anger, Kvothe seeks out vengeance against the dark-eyed menace and hunts for it across the sea. Kvothe is aided by the Adem and Cealdish spearmen Tempi and Kilvin. They finally find Cinder and Kvothe chases it for three days, driven mad by the monster. On the third day Cinder sinks the ship. Still on a rowboat Kvothe harpoons Cinder, but Cinder’s violent movement wraps the line around Kvothes neck and drags him down into the sea to die.

The Great Gatsby: Kvothe is a mysterious yet wealthy bachelor in Vintas throwing debauchery filled parties in Severen-High. Simmon is new to Severen-High and delights in the social festivities with his cousin Denna and her husband Master Ash. Simmon receives an invite to one of Kvothe’s luxurious parties where he befriends the bachelor. Kvothe reveals to Simmon his deep and obsessive love for Denna and that his extravagant parties were designed to attract Denna. Kvothe convinces Simmon to arrange a meeting between the two and they have an affair. Master Ash, angered by her infidelity, confronts Kvothe and claims that Denna will never be his despite their fling. Denna eventually returns to Master Ash, but not before one last rendezvous with Kvothe. Denna and Kvothe, riding a wagon back home, run over a woman who turns out to be Master Ash’s mistress. Master Ash blames the killing on Kvothe and leads the mistresses’ husband to Kvothe’s house. The husband fatally stabs Kvothe, then stabs himself in the heart. Simmon sets up a funeral for Kvothe but no one attends. Later Master Ash admits to leading the husband to Kvothe, Simmon leaves Severen disgusted.

The Metamorphosis: Kvothe wakes up to find himself turned into a Scrael. His mother and father’s traveling troupe is hurt by his freakish existence since no one welcomes their performance anymore. Kvothe knowing the burden he placed upon his family lays down and dies.

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: “We were somewhere around Vintas on the edge of the forest when the denner resin began to take hold”…Chronicler and his pal Bast are traveling to the Waystone Inn. Chronicler is on assignment to write about a mysterious man known as Kvothe. On the road to the inn, Chronicler and Bast indulge in copious amounts of resin, mead and plum bob. They drug and drink themselves into a stupor. They never make it to the inn and instead experienced hallucinations of the Fae, a talking tree called the Cthaeh that knows the future, and claim that the Chandrian are going around killing people who sing songs.

The Sun Also Rises: Kvothe and Denna are in love, but their relationship is too unstable to prosper. As foreigners, they spend their days in Vintas drinking wine and coffee. Denna’s fiancé, Master Ash arrives after Denna had an affair with Kvothe’s friend Wilem. They travel to Trebon to watch the Draccus fights while drinking and partying. Denna seduces a Modegan Draccusfighter which causes jealously among Kvothe, Master Ash, and Wilem, eventually bringing them to all fight with one another. As everyone goes their own way, Kvothe receives a message from Denna revealing she ran off to Imre with the Draccusfighter but needs Kvothe’s help. Once at Imre Kvothe finds Denna alone with no money. Kvothe helps Denna so she can return to Master Ash. As they travel back, Kvothe and Denna discuss the life they could have had together.

Hamlet: Kvothe’s father Arliden is dead. Though he is heir to the throne of Vintas, Kvothe’s mother Laurian quickly marries Kvothe’s uncle Abenthy who becomes the king instead. Denna, daughter of a nobleman, is in love with Kvothe but is pressured to not express her affection. Kvothe spends a majority of the play being melancholy unable to decide how to proceed after the ghost of his father tells him that Abenthy plotted his dad’s murder. Abenthy has Kvothe’s childhood friends Simmon and Wilem spy on the prince. Kvothe finds out and has both of them executed. Eventually he kills Denna’s father after mistaking him for Abenthy. Driven mad by Kvothe and the death of her father, Denna commits suicide. Kvothe proclaims his love for the deceased Denna after he learns of her passing. However Denna’s brother Master Ash challenges Kvothe to a duel which Kvothe accepts despite warning from his loyal friend Manet. During the duel Laurian drinks wine poisoned by Abenthy intended for Kvothe. Master Ash’s poisoned blade wounds Kvothe, but not before they switch weapons and Kvothe wounds Master Ash with the same poisoned blade. Master Ash confesses to the poisoning plot in hopes of dying honorably and Kvothe charges Abenthy, stabbing him and forcing him to drink the poison. With Laurian, Master Ash, and Abenthy dead, Kvothe is the final one to die and Manet the only one to spread Kvothe’s story.

Of Mice and Men: Two farm workers Kvothe and Tempi, a dimwitted strong man from Ademre, are on the run after Tempi is falsely accused of rape. They dream of owning a ranch together some day. Tempi wishes to own and raise pet rabbits since he adores the feeling of their soft fur. They find work on a farm in the countryside near Tarbean. The owner of the farm, Ambrose Jakis, bullies Tempi frequently because of his size. Ambrose’s wife, Denna, flirts with the working men every so often. After Denna finds out about Tempi’s love for soft texture, she invites him to touch her hair. Frightened by Tempi’s strength she screams, Tempi panics, breaks her neck, and flees. Kvothe finds Tempi in the woods and consoles him by talking about their dreams of owning a farm. As Tempi’s guard is down, Kvothe mercy kills him with a single strike of a blade.

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“ You know you can’t resist me, no man can.  - Poison Ivy 

                That’s when everything went ka-blooey! - Harley Quinn

                                                  “ Next time, I’ll steal your heart! ” - Catwoman 

                                                                                                                Gotham Sirens

I'm trash for...

…this poisoned!Red plot they have coming down the line. I’m basically just scrolling back through the Lizzington tag and reading all those great theories and blurbs and fanfic stuff you wonderful people have posted. I’m so desperate for Liz to care about what happens to Red. 😭

Originally posted by disneyandplaidshirts

dailybitchyswinub  asked:

Lance@Valerie: Hey Val is it? Do ya know if the bitches known as Team Rocket ever succeeded in their other experiments? Do you know if ended up making another species besides what you are?

“They had like… a few hundred experiments go down there. I was in the nineties I think? They started out calling us by our species names but started using numbers later on, right before I escaped. There was… uh… the gabite with kekleon genes… the hacked porygon-2, the aggron with its metal plates removed… If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t know what to feed Marc.”

  • The Plot: So, is everything ready for tonight?
  • Lemony Snicket: Oh, yeah. I thought we'd start off with soup and a light salad, and then see how we feel after that.
  • The Plot: Not the dinner. You know...
  • Lemony Snicket: Oh, right. The poison. The poison for Monty, the poison chosen especially to kill Monty, Monty's poison. That poison?
  • The Plot: Yes! That poison.
  • Lemony Snicket: Got you covered.

anonymous asked:

Hey Val, how are you doing with Marc? Is he easy to take care of? How are you doing since you don't even like touching people immune to your poison?

“I’ve tried feeding him meat, rocks, bits of metal. He eats all of them just fine but just keeps crying. I don’t know what do do. And yes, my phobia is making it extremely uncomfortable, but I have to push through. I don’t have much other choice. I’ll never get over it if I just keep avoiding it, and it can’t be healthy emotionally to never be able to touch your mother.”

Fantasy and Imagination Vocabulary Word List

Abnormal, Abracadabra, Adventure, Alchemy, Allegorical, Allusion, Amulet, Andersen (Hans Christian), Apparition, Apprentice, Atmosphere, Attraction, Awe, Beast, Beauty, Belief, Berserk, Bewitch, Bizarre, Black cat, Blindfold, Bogeyman, Brew, Brownies, Captivate, Cast, Castles, Cauldron, Cave, Chalice, Changeling, Characters, Charisma, Charming, Chimerical, Clairvoyant, Clarity, Classic, Cliffs, Clock, Collapse, Comic, Compare, Conjure, Conspirator, Creative, Creature, Crisis, Crow, Cruelty, Crystal ball, Curious, Curse, Dancing, Daring, Dazzle, Deeds, Deformity, Delirious, Demon, Detect, Detection, Detective, Disappearance, Disaster, Dose, Dragon, Dramatic, Dread, Dream, Dwarf, Eek, Eerie, Elf, Empire, Enchanting, ESP, Event, Evil, Experience, Fable, Fabricate. fairy, Fairy, Fairy ring, Fairy tale, Familiar, Fanciful, Fantastic, Fantasy, Fascination, Favors, Fiction, Fiery, Figment, Folklore, Foolishness, Forces, Forgery, Garb, Gestures, Ghost, Giant, Gifts, Glimmer, Gnome, Goblin, Godmother, Gowns, Grateful, Graveyard, Green, Grimm (Wilhelm and Jakob: Grimm’s Fairy Tales), Grotesque, Hag, Hallucinate, Harbinger, Helpful, Herbs, Heroic, Hollow hills, Horror, Howls, Humped back, Idyll, Illusions, Image, Imagery, Imaginary, Imagination, Imp, Impressive, Improvise, Impulse, Incantation, Incognito, Informative, Ingenious, Inspiration, Invisible, Jargon, Jaunt, Jiggle, Joking, Keepsake, Kettle, Kidnap, King, Kingdom, Lands, Legend, Legerdemain, Leprechauns, Lore, Lucky, Lunar, Magic, Magic carpet, Magical, Magician, Majesty, Malevolence, Mask, Medieval, Medium, Miracle, Mischief, Mischievous, Misshapen, Monster, Moon, Muse, Musings, Mysterious, Mystery, Mystical, Myth, Mythical, Narration, Nature, Necromancer, Necromancy, Nemesis, Newt, Notion, Oberon (King of the fairies in legends), Odd, Ogre, Oracle, Otherworldly, Overpower, Overwhelm, Owl, Pattern, Perform, Petrify, Pixie, Pixie dust, Plot, Poisonous, Potent, Potion, Powder, Power, Prey, Prince, Prophet, Protection, Prowl, Quail, Quake, Quash, Quaver, Queen, Quest, Question, Quizzical, Raconteur, Rage, Realm, Reasoning, Reference, Reign, Repel, Reveal, Robe, Rule, Sage, Sandman, Scare, Scold, Scroll, Seeking, Seer, Setting, Shaman, Soothsayer, Sorcerer, Sorcery, Specter, Speculation, Spell, Spider, Spirits, Stars, Story, Substitution, Supernatural, Superstition, Talisman, Terror, Theory, Thrilling, Torch, Tragic, Transform, Tremors, Tricks, Troll, Unbelievable, Unexplained, Unicorn, Unique, Unusual, Valiant, Valor, Vampire, Vanguard, Vanish, Vanquish, Variety, Venomous, Version, Vice, Vicious, Victim, Visionary, Vital, Wail, Wand, Ward, Watchful, Weird, Werewolf, Western, Whim, Whimsical, Whine, Whisk, Whispers, White, Wicked, Willies, Win, Wince, Wisdom, Wish, Witch, Worry, Worship, Wrinkled, Wrongdoing, Xanadu, Yearn, Yesteryear, Youth, Yowl, Zap! zealous, Zigzag, Zounds!

anonymous asked:

Val, the Veneon, lives with her brother, a Sylveon, a baby Aaron, and a baby Giratina in Jhoto, South of Goldenrod, just west if a daycare center. -Rook (( @rarely-cultist-eevees ))

“The giratina is interesting. I’ll have to report that to my master before moving to capture the target.”

(It would seem Valerie has succumbed to her fatigue and passed out. She won’t have any warning.)

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The Poisoned Chalice - zoeteniets - Emmerdale [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Emmerdale
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aaron Dingle/Robert Sugden
Characters: Aaron Dingle, Robert Sugden, Jack Sugden, Victoria Sugden, Paddy Kirk, Chrissie White, Rebecca White, Lawrence White, Ross Barton
Additional Tags: Challenge Response, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale
Summary:

There is a plot to poison Prince Robert and it is up to his manservant, Aaron, to save him.

This fic is a response to robroninlove’s ‘Seven Days of Robron’ challenge. Instead of seven one-shots I have decided to write a seven-part fic with each challenge prompt acting as inspiration for a chapter. This fic is loosely based on the Merlin episode of the same name.

Rated E for smut in chapter five. The rest of the fic is rated G.

anonymous asked:

I never quite got how the poison went from Sansa's hairnet to the wine. I have read and re-read the chapter trying to get the sleight of hand but I can't for some reason. Now you say it was Garlan, how exactly?

Thanks for the question, Anon.

Don’t worry; GRRM makes it deliberately unclear, except to emphasize the Tyrell involvement. Obviously, Lady Olenna takes the strangler out of Sansa’s “magic” hair net when she and Tyrion first enter the wedding feast:

“You do look quite exquisite, child,” Lady Olenna Tyrell told Sansa when she tottered up to them in a cloth-of-gold gown that must have weighed more than she did. “The wind has been at your hair, though.” The little old woman reached up and fussed at the loose strands, tucking them back into place and straightening Sansa’s hair net. “I was very sorry to hear about your losses,” she said as she tugged and fiddled.

Unfortunately, we don’t see what happens to the Queen of Thorns after her meeting with Tyrion and Sansa; Tyrion notices that Olenna processed inside after them, between her extremely tall guardsmen, but while she’s seated somewhere on the dais with the rest of the Lannister-Tyrell contingent, she’s not mentioned when Tyrion runs down the names in such an exalted place:

The Kingsguard escorted them onto the dais, to the seats of honor beneath the shadow of the Iron Throne, draped for the occasion in long silk streamers of Baratheon gold, Lannister crimson, and Tyrell green. Cersei embraced Margaery and kissed her cheeks. Lord Tywin did the same, and then Lancel and Ser Kevan. Joffrey received loving kisses from the bride’s father and his two new brothers, Loras and Garlan. No one seemed in any great rush to kiss Tyrion. When the king and queen had taken their seats, the High Septon rose to lead a prayer. At least he does not drone as badly as the last one, Tyrion consoled himself. 

He and Sansa had been seated far to the king’s right, beside Ser Garlan Tyrell and his wife, the Lady Leonette. A dozen others sat closer to Joffrey, which a pricklier man might have taken for a slight, given that he had been the King’s Hand only a short time past. Tyrion would have been glad if there had been a hundred.

So it’s unclear at this point if the Queen of Thorns still has the strangler or not, but it’s certain that the poison isn’t yet in Joffrey’s cup, because the boy king drinks and drinks, and Margaery shares with him:

“Let the cups be filled!” Joffrey proclaimed, when the gods had been given their due. His cupbearer poured a whole flagon of dark Arbor red into the golden wedding chalice that Lord Tyrell had given him that morning. The king had to use both hands to lift it. “To my wife the queen!”

Margaery, of course, smiling sweetly as she and Joffrey shared a drink from the great seven-sided wedding chalice.

Now, it’s when Joffrey comes to “honor” his Uncle Tyrion and make him his cupbearer that things really get interesting for the poisoning. 

[S]uddenly he felt Ser Garlan’s hand on his sleeve. “My lord, beware,” the knight warned. “The king.

Tyrion turned in his seat. Joffrey was almost upon him, red-faced and staggering, wine slopping over the rim of the great golden wedding chalice he carried in both hands. “Your Grace,” was all he had time to say before the king upended the chalice over his head. The wine washed down over his face in a red torrent. It drenched his hair, stung his eyes, burned in his wound, ran down his cheeks, and soaked the velvet of his new doublet. “How do you like that, Imp?” Joffrey mocked. 

Obviously, of course, the strangler still hasn’t been placed in the cup, because it’s emptied over Tyrion’s head and filled with fresh wine later. But who just happens to show up at this exact moment? Why, the Tyrells! Fancy that. And not just any Tyrells, but the two who most certainly know about and organized this poison plot - Margaery and her grandmother (who, again, may or may not still have the strangler on her person):

Queen Margaery appeared suddenly at Joffrey’s elbow. “My sweet king,” the Tyrell girl entreated, “come, return to your place, there’s another singer waiting.”

“Alaric of Eysen,” said Lady Olenna Tyrell, leaning on her cane and taking no more notice of the wine-soaked dwarf than her granddaughter had done. “I do so hope he plays us ‘The Rains of Castamere.’ It has been an hour, I’ve forgotten how it goes.”

It’s interesting to consider what the Tyrells were thinking at this moment. Margaery is eager to get the king back to his place at the center of the dais, presumably in line with whatever had been the original logistics for the regicide. It’s impossible to speculate much about who the Tyrells had originally planned to drop the strangler in his cup (or, indeed, when), but the little queen’s eagernes to get her royal husband back to his place implies to me that the Tyrells needed him there for the original plot. 

After Margaery makes her plea, of course, Joffrey decides to further humiliate Tyrion:

“I have no wine,” Joffrey declared. “How can I drink a toast if I have no wine? Uncle Imp, you can serve me. Since you won’t joust you’ll be my cupbearer.”

“I would be most honored.”

“It’s not meant to be an honor!” Joffrey screamed. “Bend down and pick up my chalice.” Tyrion did as he was bid, but as he reached for the handle Joff kicked the chalice through his legs. “Pick it up! Are you as clumsy as you are ugly?” He had to crawl under the table to find the thing. “Good, now fill it with wine.” He claimed a flagon from a serving girl and filled the goblet three-quarters full. “No, on your knees, dwarf.” Kneeling, Tyrion raised up the heavy cup, wondering if he was about to get a second bath. But Joffrey took the wedding chalice one-handed, drank deep, and set it on the table. “You can get up now, Uncle.”

“Your Grace.” Lord Tywin’s voice was impeccably correct. “They are bringing in the pie. Your sword is needed.”

“The pie?” Joffrey took his queen by the hand. “Come, my lady, it’s the pie.”

Again, we can see the strangler still isn’t in the cup - Joffrey “drank deep” of the wine Tyrion poured with no ill effects, which hit him almost immediately later post-poisoning. Joffrey’s stunt with Tyrion and his wine was obviously unplanned - the drunken cruelty of an embarrassed teenage sadist out for revenge - but I would be surprised if Olenna wasn’t calculating what to do in this moment. Olenna is smart enough to recognize that the vast majority of the courtiers would be distracted by the king and queen cutting the pie and would, consequently, not notice whatever was happening at the end of the main dais. 

This, I think, is the moment Olenna made her move - palming off the strangler to Garlan, who would then quietly and quickly slip the poison into the cup while everyone else was watching the cutting of the wedding pie. Who better than Garlan to poison the wine - the less famous and less noticeable Tyrell brother, who nevertheless is a far better swordsman than Loras by the latter’s own admission, someone swift and agile enough to fight three men at once? Easy enough for Ser Garlan to use those same trained muscles to drop the tiny strangler into the wine before anyone could notice. Certainly, Tyrion himself is very distracted in this moment - watching the young royals and Ilyn Payne, and thinking about the destruction of Ice - and takes exactly no notice of Garlan right next to him.

Eventually, of course, Joffrey returns from the pie cutting for more torture of his uncle:

But before they could make their retreat, Joffrey was back. “Uncle, where are you going? You’re my cupbearer, remember?”

“I need to change into fresh garb, Your Grace. May I have your leave?”

“No. I like the look of you this way. Serve me my wine.”

The king’s chalice was on the table where he’d left it. Tyrion had to climb back onto his chair to reach it. Joff yanked it from his hands and drank long and deep, his throat working as the wine ran purple down his chin. “My lord,” Margaery said, “we should return to our places. Lord Buckler wants to toast us.”

“My uncle hasn’t eaten his pigeon pie.” Holding the chalice one-handed, Joff jammed his other into Tyrion’s pie. “It’s ill luck not to eat the pie,” he scolded as he filled his mouth with hot spiced pigeon. “See, it’s good.” Spitting out flakes of crust, he coughed and helped himself to another fistful. “Dry, though. Needs washing down.” Joff took a swallow of wine and coughed again, more violently. “I want to see, kof, see you ride that, kof kof, pig, Uncle. I want …” His words broke up in a fit of coughing.

(As an aside, I think GRRM’s note that the wine “ran purple” down Joffrey’s chin is his hint that it was in fact the wine, and not the pie (as some in the fandom have guessed), that was poisoned with the deep purple strangler.)

There is one major detail to note from the above passage: the chalice is still where Joffrey left it when he humiliated Tyrion, still in front of his uncle … and his brother-in-law Garlan, still sitting next to Tyrion and Sansa. That makes it impossible for Margaery to be the poisoner herself - she was with Joffrey cutting the pie, and even the most deft sleight of hand would not have disguised putting the strangler into the drink with Joffrey grabbing it so quickly. It’s also pretty unlikely Olenna was the poisoner - she presumably returned to her place farther along the dais after Lord Tywin made the announcement about the pie, and when Margaery says that Joffrey is choking, Olenna “move[s] to her side”, implying she was not still with Tyrion and the chalice. 

So, to recap. We know Olenna took the strangler from Sansa’s hair net right before the wedding feast began. We don’t know how long Olenna held onto the strangler herself, or when she palmed it off to one of her co-conspirators at any point during the meal (if she did). We know, however, that the wine had to have been poisoned between when Joffrey “drank deep” after Tyrion served him and when Joffrey returned to drink more after cutting his wedding pie. The chalice never left the table from where Joffrey place it after his grandfather called him to cut the pie; someone has to have poisoned it where the king had left it. Who had the physical dexterity and Tyrell allegiance to do so, and was in the closest physical proximity to the chalice? I think Garlan is the most likely answer. 

The Queen Regent (NFriel)