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Okay so I was rereading TEY for a fic I’m writing and I found something weird?? I’m definitely way way way late in realizing this, but I can’t find any other posts explaining it
In book 8, Halt says that he left Hibernia 1.5 years after Ferris first tried to kill him (at 16), which means he’s 18 ish when he comes to Araluen.
In Tournament at Gorlan, it’s established that Pritchard fled Araluen “a year or two” after Crowley graduated.
A typical apprenticeship starts at age 15 according to EY2 and lasts for 5 years according to the main series, so Crowley would have graduated at 20 and therefore would have been about 21 when Pritchard left.
In Battle of Hackham Heath, Farrel says that Halt’s apprenticeship lasted 4 years.
If we assume that Pritchard starts training Halt right after he arrives in Hibernia and stops when Ferris forces him to run away, then Crowley’s 21 at the beginning of Halt’s apprenticeship and 25 at the end (which is when they meet in The Hibernian).
One year has passed between Tournament at Gorlan and Battle of Hackham Heath, making Halt 19 and Crowley 26 during BOHH.
In BOHH, Gilan is explicitly stated to be 12. In the main series, he says that he started his apprenticeship at 14 (when Halt was ~22), meaning he graduated at 19 (when Halt was ~27).
In The Burning Bridge, Pauline says that there were “five or six years” between Gilan’s graduation and the start of Will’s apprenticeship, which would make Halt about 33 during Ruins of Gorlan.
In Death of a Hero, when Halt is 19, Will is a baby. This means that fifteen years later, at the start of Will’s apprenticeship, Halt is 34—which is consistent with Pauline’s statement.
Therefore, during Ruins of Gorlan:
Halt is 34
Crowley is 41
Gilan is 26
so, based on my questionable math skills,
the age difference between Halt and Crowley is the same as that between Halt and Gilan (7 years)
which just feels really wrong for some reason
Am I missing something?? Is this just the timeline being screwed up again?
End. Of the ceremony.
OH NO ROB WHAT?!!!!!!!!!!! 👀👀👀👀👀👀
Inn Slægi Ass, sketch
And who do we think was the muse for this beauty, uh?
Now I recall love when it died
How we both parted, how we both cried
People still ask why we two are apart
People don't know what I wish in my heart
Just you and I
Sharing our own private world
crosshair (emphasis on the *hair*”)
Instagram DTIYS
"dick" "pathetic" "moan" "pussy" "desperate" "wet" "needy" "cock"
SAN ✶ CRAZY FORM 231216
A MASTERMIND
or something adjacent?
Ugh I am only 5 episodes in Beyond evil but I was not mentally prepared to be as obsessed with this drama as I already am
Yan! Bucciarati x Reader
I found a part of it in my drafts, but the end had to be rewritten. Hope y’all enjoy my love for our dark-haired capo, attempt number 2 <3
“How was your appointment, dearest?” Bruno asked, lifting his coffee cup off the saucer to take a sip. “You haven’t said anything about it yet.”
He flipped a page.
You fumbled with your dress, looking down at the plate of food he’d ordered for you. You didn’t want him to get mad, but the thing didn’t look appealing to you in the slightest. There was a slight irritation bubbling up in you, mad that he never asked you what you wanted, but there was no way you’d risk his anger over something as stupid as food.
The two of you were at the usual restaurant, with him sitting opposite of you at your personal table. His legs were crossed and his attention was primarily on some documents you had seen Fugo hand him, but you’d grown used to that.
When you’d gotten to know the capo, it had been annoying, his attention being spread everywhere at any time. The two of you could be in deep conversation, or worse, but when duty called, Bucciarati answered. In the end, you’d grown tired of always being number two, and you had tried to break up with him.
That hadn’t gone well.
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“Well, you all know the drill by this point,”
Google says stepping out of the shadows, a dark smile plastered onto his face. He’s broken, his synthetic skin cracked and torn away, his eyes cut through the darkness surrounding him, and you’re almost blinded by the sudden blue glow. But then you adjust to it all as you hear,
“You appear to be having technical difficulties, would you like me to find a solution to your problem? My primary object is to answer question as quickly as possible,” Malice suddenly bleed through Googles robotic voice, adding new depth and echo to the words.
“My͜ s͟e͏c͢on͠dar͢y͠ ͟òbjective is̶ ͝t͞o͏ ͞get̶ re͢v̸e̵nge͝ on ͠maǹkind.”
Ask box is open for the Abandoned
Egos.
