Time Bandits (1981)

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Title: Time Bandits

Genre: Family, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Adventure, Comedy

Cast: Craig Warnock, David Rappaport, Kenny Baker, Mike Edmonds, Malcolm Dixon, Tiny Ross, Jack Purvis, Ian Holm, John Cleese, Sean Connery, Michael Palin, Shelley Duvall, Peter Vaughan, Katherine Helmond, David Warner, Ralph Richardson, Tony Jay, David Daker, Sheila Fearn, Jim Broadbent, Peter Jonfield, Jerold Wells, Myrtle Devenish, Winston Dennis, Roger Frost, Andrew MacLachlan, Marcus Powell, Terence Bayler, Preston Lockwood, David Leland, Leon Lissek, John Young, Derrick O'Connor, Neil McCarthy, Declan Mulholland, Derek Deadman, Charles McKeown, Mark Holmes, Martin Carroll, Ian Muir

Release: 1981-07-13

Runtime: 116

Plot: Young history buff Kevin can scarcely believe it when six dwarfs emerge from his closet one night. Former employees of the Supreme Being, they've purloined a map charting all of the holes in the fabric of time and are using it to steal treasures from different historical eras. Taking Kevin with them, they variously drop in on Napoleon, Robin Hood and King Agamemnon before the Supreme Being catches up with them.

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MY ORIGINAL SUMMARY!

What, I have so far, still working On older Kevin/Bandits stuff. But be warn Evil is my gulity pleasure. And being autsic He/Time bandits is one of narrow focus, so I apologize. So of course He and my shameless self interest are taking main focus right now XD! I have had huge crush on Evil, since I was 10 when I first saw the film, then after that David Warner himself, when I did a back tracked his work)
--

TIME BANDITS: OLD HABITS DIE HARD!

Ever since the strange and tragic death of his parents, Kevin has been living with his grandparents.

His doctors believe that he created a fantasy world as a way to cope with the shock of their loss, convincing himself that the Bandits and his time-traveling adventures were just an escape from the pain of reality.

Now in his early adulthood, Kevin has come to accept their diagnosis and continues taking medication to manage his trauma. But everything changes when a few unexpected visitors show up while he’s working on group therapy homework,

causing Kevin to question his grip on reality. The Bandits are back, their sights set on getting rich once again.

Old habits die hard, after all. But fate has a way of upending things.

They never expected to find Kevin again, yet somehow, they crash through his roof. Now an adult, Kevin is swept into yet another chaotic adventure.

It turns out there’s another map hidden across time, said to belong to one of history’s greatest philosophers: The Real Map! God, anticipating that the original might fall into the wrong hands—Case in point when the Bandits took The map.
That map they took wasn’t the true MAP OF THE UNIVERSE. It was a lesser copy, still powerful, but not the real thing
. The true map holds even greater secrets. Now, a race begins to uncover the truth.

What they don’t know yet is that they’ll need Kevin and all the help they can gather from across time. Evil has returned, managing to rebuild himself.

Back to his wicked ways, he’s accompanied by his henchmen and a new creation he calls his “daughter,” Amaranth.

ZyFirDi.jpeg

----

WHO IS AMARANTH?
After Evil was reduced to nothing but coal by the supreme being, we all thought that was the end. He was gone. But Evil is never truly gone. It took time, but he eventually reformed, regained control, and realized he needed a backup plan. So, he literally created Amaranth from his own essence—nothing more than a tool. “If you want something done right, do it yourself,” right? (little would he know, how much she would complicate his life)

Making her a woman was his way of ensuring she wouldn’t challenge his power. He gave her autonomy, a voice, something he denied from his other creations, creatures/humanoids he would employ into his service. As he wanted her to be an extension of himself—his second hand, ruling in his stead if he ever became incapacitated, again, awaiting his return to reclaim his throne. But, he made a fatal mistake in doing so. As he spent more time with her, he started to develop feelings. A paradox born of his own dark heart, he found himself dubbing Amaranth his “daughter “ But as his affection deepened, the line between creator and progeny blurred.

Why should he, Evil incarnate, care for such mortal conventions? He soon transcended even that twisted paternal guise, claiming his “daughter” as his lover. And Amaranth—his “Opus Maximus”—eagerly reciprocated. His equal in all things. His Precious Flower. His Paradox. His Beautiful Irony. (because Evil itself? In love? laughable!) By creating her, he unknowingly created his own weakness—a vulnerability he had never had before. Until her.


--------
Evil, the dark mastermind, once faced dismantlement but managed to reform himself from the remnants of his shattered power. Driven by a relentless desire to maintain control over his chaotic domain and secure his legacy, he created Amaranth—a being born from his very essence. She was designed as a reflection of Evil himself: a powerful minion crafted to serve his twisted vision and act as a safeguard should he ever become incapacitated again.

From the moment of her creation, Amaranth was granted a measure of autonomy. Evil recognized that attempting to control her completely would stifle her potential and ultimately backfire. Instead, he allowed her to grow and develop her own identity within the parameters of her purpose. While she remained a key instrument in his plans, Evil nurtured and protected her—shielding her from the influence of other minions and permitting her to explore who she was, even if only within the dark boundaries he set. This foundation of independence shaped the unique dynamic between creator and creation, laying the groundwork for something far more complex.

Amaranth’s early years were spent under the watchful care of the spider governesses—sinister yet maternal figures who filled the void of traditional nurture. These spider-women, loyal extensions of Evil’s will, tended to her daily needs and instructed her in the subtle arts of power and manipulation. They were both protectors and enforcers, shaping her understanding of love, loyalty, and ambition with a blend of warmth and ironclad control.

As Amaranth’s early years unfolded, Evil had already given her the title of “daughter”—not merely as a label of ownership, but as an expression of the first stirrings of a strange, reluctant affection. He began to see her through the complicated lens of a father figure, a role he neither wanted nor fully understood. This nascent fatherly love was wrapped in darkness and pride, an uneasy tenderness from one who had never known softness.

Yet despite delegating much of her daily care to his spider governesses, Evil was never entirely absent. In those formative years, he made regular visits—overseeing her education, monitoring her growth, and ensuring she never forgot who truly shaped her fate. The governesses could raise her, but they would never supplant him.

As Amaranth matured, she gradually stepped away from the spider governesses’ influence, becoming her own person. With childhood behind her, Evil assumed a more direct role in her training, fully dedicating his attention to her development. The time had come for her to endure the full breadth of his expectations and guidance. But amid the discipline and dark lessons, an unexpected warmth began to take root in Evil’s blackened heart.

Though he told himself it was control and pride, Evil found himself drawn into unfamiliar territory—parenthood, complicated by something resembling love. The feelings he harbored were contradictory and unsettling. He hated the vulnerability they revealed, yet he also craved it. Amaranth was no longer just a creation or tool; she had become his “precious flower,” a beacon in his shadowed existence.

Over time, their relationship deepened beyond the conventional bounds of creator and creation. The attraction between them grew undeniable—a fusion of shared essence that sparked both emotional and physical connection. One fateful day, the tension reached its peak. Words failed them; desires became impossible to ignore. In a moment charged with raw intensity, Evil and Amaranth embraced.

Their union was sealed when Evil kissed Amaranth—a gesture that marked the transition from Creator and Creation, to “Father” and “Daughter" to lovers. The embodiment of evil had fallen for his own creation—a vulnerability he never anticipated. In allowing himself to love her, he forged a weakness that both haunted and humanized him.

Beneath this complex love lies a fear Evil dares not voice: that one day, God himself might seize Amaranth as bait to draw him out. This dread is a constant reminder of his newfound vulnerability, an unfamiliar sensation that unsettles even his vast dark will. The thought that someone could threaten what he holds most dear introduces an element of uncertainty into his otherwise ironclad control.

As their romance blossoms, the dynamics of their partnership grow ever more intricate. Evil’s feelings are tinged with narcissism; he loves Amaranth not only for who she is but also for what she represents—a perfect mirror of himself. Meanwhile, Amaranth embraces her autonomy while reveling in the singular affection and attention Evil bestows upon her. Their bond transcends conventional roles; she is not merely his subordinate but his equal, his consort, and his empress in the grand design to reclaim dominion over time and space.

Together, Evil and Amaranth stand as a formidable force—partners whose word is law, ruling side by side. Her voice carries as much weight as his, and in their union, the darkness itself finds a new and powerful purpose.
----------
NOTE: THE SPIDERS LADIES (AND NOD TO THE DELETE SCENE. IN MY VERSION I REWRITE THEM KIND OF LOYAL TO EVIL


I ADDED MORE TO EVIL'S LORE TOO:

"Trapped " in the Time of Legends by the will of the Supreme Being Himself, Evil had languished in that forsaken realm for eons. A prison, yes—but one that twisted over time into something else. His contempt gave way to bitter fondness, until it became a part of him, and he, its rightful master.
The Time of Legends had once been a domain cast aside by God—forgotten, ungoverned, and left to rot in myth. But Evil had made it his dominion. What the Supreme Being had discarded, Evil claimed. Its people had no choice but to bow before their terrifying sovereign.

When God struck him down, He believed it an end. A final judgment. But the divine act had done more than obliterate—it had severed. Unwittingly, God had set him free. With that invisible chain gone, Evil’s essence, scattered for a time in the void, slowly began to draw itself together again.

It was not a swift rebirth—Evil is patient. Piece by piece, shadow by shadow, he re-formed in the place he had long called home: the Fortress of Ultimate Darkness. He had dwelt there so long during his imprisonment, that its halls, once symbols of confinement, had become strangely beloved.When he returned, the Time of Legends was not as it had been. The scattered tribes and strange creatures of legends had grown used to his absence, apparently they had established their own rules and order.

He easily put an end to that, and reclaimed his dominion without contest, for who would dare oppose him?He knew now, with certainty, that the Supreme Being no longer held power over him. God remained the architect of the universe, yes—but here, in this abandoned realm, His authority was a faded memory. Evil was not the Supreme Being, nor could he bend reality to His infinite will, but the knowledge of his freedom was intoxicating.

Still, there were limits—barriers woven into the fabric of creation itself. The map remained the key to piercing those last blockages. To truly reign without boundary, to stride unopposed through time and space, Evil needed it. This time, he would not squander his chance, nor allow himself to be destroyed again. He would rise carefully, patiently, weaving his schemes with a predator’s precision.And as he gazed out over the wind-scoured lands of the Time of Legends from his obsidian throne, he smiled—sharp, cold, and utterly without pity. For Evil is never gone. It may lay dormant, it may scatter, it may seem defeated. But given time, given shadow, given even a whisper of opportunity, Evil will always rise again. He was a sovereign, returning home. An entity unto himself. And this time, He would not be so easily undone.
-----
MY HEADCANNONS!

Time moves differently in The Time of legends (It’s still hard to figure out) Contrary to belief, Evil does rule over it. There is a small town, that the Fortress over shadows, that Evil/Ama love to abuse and torment.


- Evil is able to create, but not at the same level of the Supreme Being. (He’s still very cocky, and looks at Amaranth as his Magnum Opus. His “Precious Flower" ).

- Since Amaranth is created from Evil’s very essences, she does have same abilities as her he, along with some abilities, all her own (as does he).


- Evil being who he is, never sleeps. He’s incapable (but given Amaranth’s design, she does require sleep. That it’s now become a regular ritual, where he will join her, and "rest his eyes" in her bed, now turned theirs. It has now become his respite).

- Rarely does he use her actual name. Only when he is being absolutely serious, or when emotions( Be in passionate, or when terrified) are very intense!



- For funny reasons I love love the idea Evil’s main henchman (Robert, Benson, Horseflesh), will always regenerate (Painfully so. Which Evil/Ama delight in) after being blowing away from another one of Evil/Ama’s mood swings.

- I also subscribe to the original script concept, Horseflesh was one of the Bandits. (Randell mention him in the film, by name. And the ending credits kept his name, so what is up with that? Why were the Bandits not stunned to see Horseflesh, ALIVE!? Could this had been a small error missed, when writing the credits? Either why this account’s owner is going with it! Plans to use this for future ideas in her fan continuation )

- deiced to bring back the spider ladies
in my fan continuation, with a bit of creative licenses. Expending their lore and origins. Firstly, they were originally named Maisie and Myrtle. Who had no connection to Evil at all. But she renamed them Edith and Agatha and they do work for Evil. They are part of larger Arachnes race, that lives in The Time of legends. Evil managed to (partly) gain this races’ loyalty, though they still butt heads constantly. As they are not his minions, or servants. They have an “agreement.“ That he makes sure, they never forget.

He is still their master. This is his domain! (and if they over step, they will meet his wrath) The colony lives in deeper parts of the fortress. Coming and going as they please (It’s unknown how they felt after their Master’s demise, but they quickly got with program once he returned, and reclaimed order)

I ALSO DID MUSIC! HAHAHA

I do one shot fanfics if you like those too?
 
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While Kevin is lost in thought, working on his therapy exercises, the Time Bandits come crashing—quite literally—through his living room ceiling. They’re back, and once again, they’re after riches. Old habits die hard, and the temptation to plunder history’s greatest treasures is too strong to resist.

Kevin, frozen in shock, stares at them in disbelief. He barely manages to whisper the name of an old companion: “Randall?”

Randall, equally stunned, gapes at Kevin before shouting, “NO WAY, LADS, IT’S KEVIN!”

But Kevin, overwhelmed and struggling to process what’s happening, recoils, shouting, “NO! YOU’RE NOT REAL!”

The Bandits look just as confused. How did they end up back in Kevin’s home after all these years?

As Vermin rummages through Kevin’s kitchen, Kevin panics, warning him, “NO, DON'T DO THAT! THEY'LL KILL ME!” The Bandits exchange puzzled glances. “They?” Randall asks.

“My grandparents,” Kevin mutters, exasperated.

As the Bandits explore his house, Kevin hesitantly begins to open up about his life since their last adventure. For years, he’s been in therapy, told that his wild experiences were just delusions—his mind’s desperate way of coping with his parents' deaths. Now, faced with the impossible sight of his old companions, Kevin is forced to question everything. After hours of awkward reconnection, he comes to a reluctant conclusion: either the Bandits are real, or he’s finally lost his mind.

The Bandits, however, have their own problems. Once again, they’re on the run—this time from God’s wrath. History is repeating itself, and Randall and his crew are just as reckless as ever. But unlike before, Kevin refuses to get dragged into their madness.

Except the choice is ripped away from him.

Just as Kevin is processing their return, divine forces invade his home. A squad of God’s Angelic Secret Police bursts in, divine light flooding the room. God is furious.

It becomes clear to him that the Bandits have stolen the map, again! And this time, God isn’t amused. The house trembles as the air fills with the sound of celestial horns. Windows shatter, winds howl, and Kevin is caught in the chaos.

He turns to Randall, his voice raw with frustration. “YOU TOOK IT AGAIN?!”

Randall merely shrugs, as if this is just another Tuesday. Kevin, boiling with anger, watches as the Bandits do what they do best—run. Once again, they use the power of the map to escape their pursuers, dragging Kevin along for the ride.

Now, unwillingly thrust into another time-traveling escapade, Kevin must confront his past, his sanity, and whether he’ll ever escape the madness that seems destined to follow him.
- - - - --

Meanwhile, deep within his dark domain, Evil watches.

The Bandits are back, and they have the map! And Kevin—the boy who once defied him—is grown. A deep-seated vendetta flares within him. This time, he will not be defeated.

Evil sends his most trusted creation, Amaranth, to infiltrate Kevin and the Bandits’ ranks.

Disguising herself as a fellow time traveler, Amaranth approaches the group. Naturally, they are suspicious. How could she possibly have access to time travel? But Amaranth is a master of deception. With quick wit and effortless charm, she spins a story so convincing that even the wary Bandits start to believe her.

Randall, ever the self-proclaimed expert, squints at her. “She’s an albino. That must mean she’s supernatural.”

Amaranth nearly scoffs at the absurdity of his reasoning but stops herself. If their ignorance is the key to her acceptance, she’ll gladly play along.

With a knowing smile, she nods. “Exactly.”

And just like that, she secures her place among them.

The Bandits and Kevin have no idea what they’ve just let in.​
 
MY ORIGINAL SUMMARY!

What, I have so far, still working On older Kevin/Bandits stuff. But be warn Evil is my gulity pleasure. And being autsic He/Time bandits is one of narrow focus, so I apologize. So of course He and my shameless self interest are taking main focus right now XD! I have had huge crush on Evil, since I was 10 when I first saw the film, then after that David Warner himself, when I did a back tracked his work)
--

TIME BANDITS: OLD HABITS DIE HARD!

Ever since the strange and tragic death of his parents, Kevin has been living with his grandparents.

His doctors believe that he created a fantasy world as a way to cope with the shock of their loss, convincing himself that the Bandits and his time-traveling adventures were just an escape from the pain of reality.

Now in his early adulthood, Kevin has come to accept their diagnosis and continues taking medication to manage his trauma. But everything changes when a few unexpected visitors show up while he’s working on group therapy homework,

causing Kevin to question his grip on reality. The Bandits are back, their sights set on getting rich once again.

Old habits die hard, after all. But fate has a way of upending things.

They never expected to find Kevin again, yet somehow, they crash through his roof. Now an adult, Kevin is swept into yet another chaotic adventure.

It turns out there’s another map hidden across time, said to belong to one of history’s greatest philosophers: The Real Map! God, anticipating that the original might fall into the wrong hands—Case in point when the Bandits took The map.
That map they took wasn’t the true MAP OF THE UNIVERSE. It was a lesser copy, still powerful, but not the real thing
. The true map holds even greater secrets. Now, a race begins to uncover the truth.

What they don’t know yet is that they’ll need Kevin and all the help they can gather from across time. Evil has returned, managing to rebuild himself.

Back to his wicked ways, he’s accompanied by his henchmen and a new creation he calls his “daughter,” Amaranth.

ZyFirDi.jpeg

----

WHO IS AMARANTH?
After Evil was reduced to nothing but coal by the supreme being, we all thought that was the end. He was gone. But Evil is never truly gone. It took time, but he eventually reformed, regained control, and realized he needed a backup plan. So, he literally created Amaranth from his own essence—nothing more than a tool. “If you want something done right, do it yourself,” right? (little would he know, how much she would complicate his life)

Making her a woman was his way of ensuring she wouldn’t challenge his power. He gave her autonomy, a voice, something he denied from his other creations, creatures/humanoids he would employ into his service. As he wanted her to be an extension of himself—his second hand, ruling in his stead if he ever became incapacitated, again, awaiting his return to reclaim his throne. But, he made a fatal mistake in doing so. As he spent more time with her, he started to develop feelings. A paradox born of his own dark heart, he found himself dubbing Amaranth his “daughter “ But as his affection deepened, the line between creator and progeny blurred.

Why should he, Evil incarnate, care for such mortal conventions? He soon transcended even that twisted paternal guise, claiming his “daughter” as his lover. And Amaranth—his “Opus Maximus”—eagerly reciprocated. His equal in all things. His Precious Flower. His Paradox. His Beautiful Irony. (because Evil itself? In love? laughable!) By creating her, he unknowingly created his own weakness—a vulnerability he had never had before. Until her.


--------
Evil, the dark mastermind, once faced dismantlement but managed to reform himself from the remnants of his shattered power. Driven by a relentless desire to maintain control over his chaotic domain and secure his legacy, he created Amaranth—a being born from his very essence. She was designed as a reflection of Evil himself: a powerful minion crafted to serve his twisted vision and act as a safeguard should he ever become incapacitated again.

From the moment of her creation, Amaranth was granted a measure of autonomy. Evil recognized that attempting to control her completely would stifle her potential and ultimately backfire. Instead, he allowed her to grow and develop her own identity within the parameters of her purpose. While she remained a key instrument in his plans, Evil nurtured and protected her—shielding her from the influence of other minions and permitting her to explore who she was, even if only within the dark boundaries he set. This foundation of independence shaped the unique dynamic between creator and creation, laying the groundwork for something far more complex.

Amaranth’s early years were spent under the watchful care of the spider governesses—sinister yet maternal figures who filled the void of traditional nurture. These spider-women, loyal extensions of Evil’s will, tended to her daily needs and instructed her in the subtle arts of power and manipulation. They were both protectors and enforcers, shaping her understanding of love, loyalty, and ambition with a blend of warmth and ironclad control.

As Amaranth’s early years unfolded, Evil had already given her the title of “daughter”—not merely as a label of ownership, but as an expression of the first stirrings of a strange, reluctant affection. He began to see her through the complicated lens of a father figure, a role he neither wanted nor fully understood. This nascent fatherly love was wrapped in darkness and pride, an uneasy tenderness from one who had never known softness.

Yet despite delegating much of her daily care to his spider governesses, Evil was never entirely absent. In those formative years, he made regular visits—overseeing her education, monitoring her growth, and ensuring she never forgot who truly shaped her fate. The governesses could raise her, but they would never supplant him.

As Amaranth matured, she gradually stepped away from the spider governesses’ influence, becoming her own person. With childhood behind her, Evil assumed a more direct role in her training, fully dedicating his attention to her development. The time had come for her to endure the full breadth of his expectations and guidance. But amid the discipline and dark lessons, an unexpected warmth began to take root in Evil’s blackened heart.

Though he told himself it was control and pride, Evil found himself drawn into unfamiliar territory—parenthood, complicated by something resembling love. The feelings he harbored were contradictory and unsettling. He hated the vulnerability they revealed, yet he also craved it. Amaranth was no longer just a creation or tool; she had become his “precious flower,” a beacon in his shadowed existence.

Over time, their relationship deepened beyond the conventional bounds of creator and creation. The attraction between them grew undeniable—a fusion of shared essence that sparked both emotional and physical connection. One fateful day, the tension reached its peak. Words failed them; desires became impossible to ignore. In a moment charged with raw intensity, Evil and Amaranth embraced.

Their union was sealed when Evil kissed Amaranth—a gesture that marked the transition from Creator and Creation, to “Father” and “Daughter" to lovers. The embodiment of evil had fallen for his own creation—a vulnerability he never anticipated. In allowing himself to love her, he forged a weakness that both haunted and humanized him.

Beneath this complex love lies a fear Evil dares not voice: that one day, God himself might seize Amaranth as bait to draw him out. This dread is a constant reminder of his newfound vulnerability, an unfamiliar sensation that unsettles even his vast dark will. The thought that someone could threaten what he holds most dear introduces an element of uncertainty into his otherwise ironclad control.

As their romance blossoms, the dynamics of their partnership grow ever more intricate. Evil’s feelings are tinged with narcissism; he loves Amaranth not only for who she is but also for what she represents—a perfect mirror of himself. Meanwhile, Amaranth embraces her autonomy while reveling in the singular affection and attention Evil bestows upon her. Their bond transcends conventional roles; she is not merely his subordinate but his equal, his consort, and his empress in the grand design to reclaim dominion over time and space.

Together, Evil and Amaranth stand as a formidable force—partners whose word is law, ruling side by side. Her voice carries as much weight as his, and in their union, the darkness itself finds a new and powerful purpose.
----------
NOTE: THE SPIDERS LADIES (AND NOD TO THE DELETE SCENE. IN MY VERSION I REWRITE THEM KIND OF LOYAL TO EVIL


I ADDED MORE TO EVIL'S LORE TOO:

"Trapped " in the Time of Legends by the will of the Supreme Being Himself, Evil had languished in that forsaken realm for eons. A prison, yes—but one that twisted over time into something else. His contempt gave way to bitter fondness, until it became a part of him, and he, its rightful master.
The Time of Legends had once been a domain cast aside by God—forgotten, ungoverned, and left to rot in myth. But Evil had made it his dominion. What the Supreme Being had discarded, Evil claimed. Its people had no choice but to bow before their terrifying sovereign.

When God struck him down, He believed it an end. A final judgment. But the divine act had done more than obliterate—it had severed. Unwittingly, God had set him free. With that invisible chain gone, Evil’s essence, scattered for a time in the void, slowly began to draw itself together again.

It was not a swift rebirth—Evil is patient. Piece by piece, shadow by shadow, he re-formed in the place he had long called home: the Fortress of Ultimate Darkness. He had dwelt there so long during his imprisonment, that its halls, once symbols of confinement, had become strangely beloved.When he returned, the Time of Legends was not as it had been. The scattered tribes and strange creatures of legends had grown used to his absence, apparently they had established their own rules and order.

He easily put an end to that, and reclaimed his dominion without contest, for who would dare oppose him?He knew now, with certainty, that the Supreme Being no longer held power over him. God remained the architect of the universe, yes—but here, in this abandoned realm, His authority was a faded memory. Evil was not the Supreme Being, nor could he bend reality to His infinite will, but the knowledge of his freedom was intoxicating.

Still, there were limits—barriers woven into the fabric of creation itself. The map remained the key to piercing those last blockages. To truly reign without boundary, to stride unopposed through time and space, Evil needed it. This time, he would not squander his chance, nor allow himself to be destroyed again. He would rise carefully, patiently, weaving his schemes with a predator’s precision.And as he gazed out over the wind-scoured lands of the Time of Legends from his obsidian throne, he smiled—sharp, cold, and utterly without pity. For Evil is never gone. It may lay dormant, it may scatter, it may seem defeated. But given time, given shadow, given even a whisper of opportunity, Evil will always rise again. He was a sovereign, returning home. An entity unto himself. And this time, He would not be so easily undone.
-----
MY HEADCANNONS!

Time moves differently in The Time of legends (It’s still hard to figure out) Contrary to belief, Evil does rule over it. There is a small town, that the Fortress over shadows, that Evil/Ama love to abuse and torment.


- Evil is able to create, but not at the same level of the Supreme Being. (He’s still very cocky, and looks at Amaranth as his Magnum Opus. His “Precious Flower" ).

- Since Amaranth is created from Evil’s very essences, she does have same abilities as her he, along with some abilities, all her own (as does he).


- Evil being who he is, never sleeps. He’s incapable (but given Amaranth’s design, she does require sleep. That it’s now become a regular ritual, where he will join her, and "rest his eyes" in her bed, now turned theirs. It has now become his respite).

- Rarely does he use her actual name. Only when he is being absolutely serious, or when emotions( Be in passionate, or when terrified) are very intense!



- For funny reasons I love love the idea Evil’s main henchman (Robert, Benson, Horseflesh), will always regenerate (Painfully so. Which Evil/Ama delight in) after being blowing away from another one of Evil/Ama’s mood swings.

- I also subscribe to the original script concept, Horseflesh was one of the Bandits. (Randell mention him in the film, by name. And the ending credits kept his name, so what is up with that? Why were the Bandits not stunned to see Horseflesh, ALIVE!? Could this had been a small error missed, when writing the credits? Either why this account’s owner is going with it! Plans to use this for future ideas in her fan continuation )

- deiced to bring back the spider ladies
in my fan continuation, with a bit of creative licenses. Expending their lore and origins. Firstly, they were originally named Maisie and Myrtle. Who had no connection to Evil at all. But she renamed them Edith and Agatha and they do work for Evil. They are part of larger Arachnes race, that lives in The Time of legends. Evil managed to (partly) gain this races’ loyalty, though they still butt heads constantly. As they are not his minions, or servants. They have an “agreement.“ That he makes sure, they never forget.

He is still their master. This is his domain! (and if they over step, they will meet his wrath) The colony lives in deeper parts of the fortress. Coming and going as they please (It’s unknown how they felt after their Master’s demise, but they quickly got with program once he returned, and reclaimed order)

I ALSO DID MUSIC! HAHAHA

I do one shot fanfics if you like those too?

This is fantastic work. You clearly put a lot of passion into expanding the story and characters of Time Bandits, and it really shows. I like how you gave Kevin a continuation into adulthood while also bringing back the Bandits in a believable way. Expanding Evil’s backstory and creating Amaranth adds a whole new depth that makes your version stand out. Thanks for sharing this with us, and I hope you keep posting more of your ideas here.

I liked the song too and yes I like fanfics too.
 
This is fantastic work. You clearly put a lot of passion into expanding the story and characters of Time Bandits, and it really shows. I like how you gave Kevin a continuation into adulthood while also bringing back the Bandits in a believable way. Expanding Evil’s backstory and creating Amaranth adds a whole new depth that makes your version stand out. Thanks for sharing this with us, and I hope you keep posting more of your ideas here.

I liked the song too and yes I like fanfics too.
I have one shots too. Yeah Evil made this one weakness lol oops!!!!
I have it where they all end up in current time. For some reason their though at Disney land( Kevin and Bandits are too) trapped on a small world evil/ama are in such pain...wanting it to end and their henchman are loving it.

I just wrote this at random last night.This isn't the final draft. Oh and their in more modern disguises.
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The boat lurched gently as it rounded the corner, ushered forward on its narrow track by invisible machinery. Once again, the chorus rose, high-pitched and unrelenting:

It’s a small world after all…

For the fourth time.

Evil sat rigid, one hand gripping the edge of the boat so tightly the wood creaked in protest. His icy blue eyes twitched violently at every syllable. The corners of his mouth twitched too—half snarl, half silent scream—as if each note scraped along the inside of his skull.

Beside him, Amaranth sat with the posture of a marble statue, her porcelain features betraying the tiniest cracks of despair. One pale hand smoothed the fabric of her skirt, in a repetitive, mechanical motion, as though self-soothing might somehow drown out the endless, chirping chorus of puppet children in every conceivable cultural costume.

It’s a small, small world…

The minions in the front of the boat—Robert, Horseflesh, and Benson—were swaying like happy toddlers. Robert hummed along with suspicious precision, clearly having memorized the words by now. Horseflesh squeaked tunelessly in rhythm, while Benson’s head lolled from side to side, eyes glazed with pure bliss.

“They’re enjoying this,” Amaranth whispered hoarsely, her voice cracking under the strain of suppressed outrage. “They’re actually enjoying this.”

“Madness,” Evil muttered, his gaze locked on the whirling display of animatronic Dutch children kicking their wooden shoes. “Unforgivable madness.”

Robert turned his head slightly, still bobbing to the music. “It’s catchy, isn’t it, Master? Quite infectious.”

Evil’s eye twitched so hard he nearly blacked out.

It’s a small world after all…

His fingers flexed. He could end this. A flick of his wrist and the entire attraction would dissolve in fire and smoke. Screaming tourists, shattering animatronics, charred wreckage floating along the water’s track… Yes. Oh yes. His hand lifted—

Amaranth’s delicate fingers pressed down hard on his wrist, forcing it back into his lap. She shook her head sharply, teeth clenched in the approximation of a smile as another boat of oblivious tourists passed by.

“Not here,” she hissed. “We draw attention, we blow our cover. We’re stalking Kevin, remember?”

“Kevin,” Evil growled under his breath, the name tasting like poison. “That sniveling worm of a boy is not worth—” He flinched as the chorus repeated again, voices shrill enough to peel paint. “—THIS.”

Amaranth’s eye gave a little twitch of its own now. She leaned back against the seat, staring into the ceiling as though appealing to some cruel deity. “I would rather be skinned alive with a spoon than hear this song again.”

The boat rounded another corner. The puppets shifted. Now a thousand painted faces grinned and sang.

It’s a small world after all…

Benson clapped enthusiastically, almost rocking the boat. “I love this bit!” he crowed.

Evil made a sound somewhere between a growl and a strangled sob. Amaranth covered her face with both hands.

And still, the ride looped on.
 
This is fantastic work. You clearly put a lot of passion into expanding the story and characters of Time Bandits, and it really shows. I like how you gave Kevin a continuation into adulthood while also bringing back the Bandits in a believable way. Expanding Evil’s backstory and creating Amaranth adds a whole new depth that makes your version stand out. Thanks for sharing this with us, and I hope you keep posting more of your ideas here.

I liked the song too and yes I like fanfics too.
*1# [ONE SHOT] The Paradox of My Precious Flower *

*2# [ONE SHOT] Something Unholy, Something Divine...*

*3# [ONE SHOT] The Town in the Time of Legends *

*4# [ONE SHOT] There will never be another you *


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Busy writing some some new ones too.
 
This is fantastic work. You clearly put a lot of passion into expanding the story and characters of Time Bandits, and it really shows. I like how you gave Kevin a continuation into adulthood while also bringing back the Bandits in a believable way. Expanding Evil’s backstory and creating Amaranth adds a whole new depth that makes your version stand out. Thanks for sharing this with us, and I hope you keep posting more of your ideas here.

I liked the song too and yes I like fanfics too.
 
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The Supreme Being's POV ~ on Evil x Amaranth

The Supreme Being would likely react with a mixture of bemusement, indifference, and mild disappointment. Given his personality, he would not be shocked or outraged by Evil’s actions—after all, he created the universe knowing full well that Evil and chaos were a part of it. However, he would probably view Evil's love for Amaranth as yet another foolish, self-defeating endeavor.

His response might be something like:
"Ah, yes… Evil being predictably ridiculous again. Creating a backup plan that has now complicated his existence? How utterly inefficient. And now, he’s fallen in love with his own creation? Typical. Love, even in its most narcissistic form, has a way of undoing even the most carefully laid plans. How tedious.

The Supreme Being wouldn’t necessarily intervene right away—he tends to let things play out, as seen in the film when he allows the Bandits and Evil to scheme and battle before stepping in at the end. However, he might keep an eye on the situation, knowing that Evil’s newfound weakness could lead to his own undoing. If Amaranth truly became a significant factor in the balance of power, the Supreme Being might eventually step in—not out of malice, but because it would be necessary to maintain order. At the same time, he might find some dry amusement in the irony of it all. Evil, who prides himself on being purely malevolent, has now tangled himself in emotions, attachments, and vulnerabilities.

The Supreme Being might see this as proof that, no matter how much Evil tries to be the ultimate force of destruction, he is still bound by the same absurdities as everyone else.

Other inner thoughts being, like...

“Ah. I see he’s found a new way to be ridiculous.”


“Evil has always been obsessed with himself. It was only a matter of time before he found a way to fall in love with his own reflection.”
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However, the Supreme Being is not entirely indifferent—he does maintain the balance of the universe. The idea that Evil has now created a personal weakness could be of strategic interest to him. He may not act immediately, but he would likely file this information away, recognizing that Evil's love for Amaranth could be used against him.

At the same time, the Supreme Being is not known for directly interfering unless necessary. He might simply watch from afar, waiting for Evil’s own nature to undo him, as it has in the past. If Amaranth were to become a genuine threat or tool for Evil’s success, the Supreme Being might step in—but until then, he’d likely view the situation as yet another strange, self-inflicted folly on Evil’s part.
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The Supreme Being would likely view Evil and Amaranth’s relationship as an absurd, self-indulgent perversion—perhaps less as incest and more as an elaborate form of narcissistic self pleasure. Given his dry and pragmatic nature, he wouldn’t be shocked by it, but he would find it both distasteful and predictable.

“Of course. Evil always was rather enamored with himself. I suppose this was inevitable.”

“Ah, so he’s found a way to love himself even more. How inventive.”

If he did see it as incestuous or taboo, it would likely be in a clinical, detached way—something he acknowledges as further proof of Evil’s self-absorbed, grotesque nature rather than as something that deeply offends him. After all, the Supreme Being operates on a level far beyond mortal morality, and his primary concern is maintaining order. Evil creating a “daughter” only to fall in love with her is likely just another in a long list of foolish, doomed indulgences.

At most, he might shake his head in mild disappointment before moving on to more pressing cosmic matters.
 
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