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scotianostra · 6 months

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On October 29th 1740 James Boswell, the biographer, diarist and travel writer was born in Edinburgh.

Boswell is best known for the biography he wrote of one of his contemporaries, the English literary figure Samuel Johnson, which is commonly said to be the greatest biography written in the English language.

The son of Lord Auchinleck, Boswell matriculated in 1753 to study at the city’s University. In 1759 his father sent him to Glasgow, where he attended the classes of Adam Smith and others, but he tired of student life and fled to London on 1 March 1760. He became a lawyer, a writer and, and most famously the biographer of the aforementioned Samuel Johnson.

He first met Johnson on 16 May 1763 at Tom Davies Bookshop in Russell Street. It was the start of a lifelong friendship, with eventually Johnson calling him ‘Bozzy’.

By all accounts Bozzy was a handsome fellow, with an engaging character and great deal of charm evident in the portrait by George Willison attached to this post, painted during the early summer of 1765 when Boswell was in his mid twenties.

By outstandingly gatecrashing himself into literary circles James Boswell managed to introduce himself, during extended travels on the continent from 1763 – 1766, to two of the eighteenth centuries, and history’s most important civil liberty protagonists.

They were a dynamic duo, the self styled wit Voltaire (Francois-Marie Arouet), and political philosopher, educationist and author Jean-Jacques Rousseau.

James Boswell returned to England from his Grand Tour in February 1766 accompanied by Rousseau’s mistress. Three years later he married his cousin Margaret Montgomerie with whom he had six children.

In 1773 Boswell and Johnson shared a tour of the Hebrides. Boswell published an account of their journey in 1785, including a description of Johnson merrily swinging a broadsword and wearing traditional Scottish garb. Boswell brought Corsican nationalist Pasquali Paoli and the Polish ambassador Count Burzynski to visit Glasgow University. They were greeted by several professors and a large crowd of spectators, and toured the printing works and the Academy of Art with the University printers Robert and Andrew Foulis. They stopped off in Glasgow on their return, and stayed at the Saracen’s Head Inn near the University, which is still trading to this day.

For much of James Boswell’s life his father despaired of him. He didn’t follow his father’s profession and practice law, preferring his writing above all. However he did became 9th Laird of Auchinleck, but in the end his years of enjoying the good life finally caught up with him.

Not many people have a word named after them, to be ‘Boswellian’ means to be a constant companion and observer. Another noted Scotsman, Arthur Conan Doyle honoured his fellow countryman and writer Boswell in his works. His celebrated detective Sherlock Holmes said ‘that talent instantly recognizes genius’ and referred to his own cherished companion and observer, Dr Watson, as ‘my Boswell’.

After Johnson’s death in 1784, Boswell moved to London to try his luck at the English Bar, which proved even less successful than his career in Scotland. In 1792 Boswell lobbied the Home Secretary to help gain royal pardons for four Botany Bay escapees including Mary Bryant. He also offered to stand for Parliament but failed to get the necessary support, and he spent the final years of his life writing his Life of Samuel Johnson. During this time his health began to fail due to venereal disease and his years of drinking. Boswell died in London in 1795.

Boswell’s remains were interred in the crypt of the Boswell family mausoleum in what is now the old Auchinleck Kirkyard in Ayrshire. The mausoleum is attached to the old Auchinleck Kirk.

#scotland #scottish #history #edinburgh #Diari9 #Traveller

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satoruists · 5 months

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showing off my OC, mikhail! art by my wonderful friend, hyun! my beautiful ice mage professor knight came to me in a dream. i love him very much.

⤷ PROFILE

Name: Mikhail (he/him)

AKA: The Violet Knight of Frost

Birthday: January 17, 78 D.R. (Capricorn)

Age: 24

Species: Human

Occupation: Knight Commander

Signature weapon: Requiem of Rime

⤷ BIOGRAPHY

The Knight Commander overseeing the Order of the Iris’ operations on Aeris Academy’s campus. Mikhail and his department are charged with training the next generation of Aerisian knights. While he doesn’t believe he makes the greatest mentor, Mikhail is considered the epitome of chivalry, the embodiment of Aerisian beliefs, and the perfect role model for aspiring knights.

The Violet Knight of Frost hails from a long-standing family of knights. His bloodline isn’t particularly known for outstanding combat abilities. However, they compensated with intellect — crafting battle strategies to ensure the Empire emerges victorious.

Mikhail was determined to be both a master tactician and warrior, which became a possibility after awakening his arcane attunement at the age of 14. He undertook arduous training at the Empire’s premier academy of magic to take full advantage of his potential. His dedication to improvement established him as one of the most promising knights of his generation, and Mikhail fulfilled that expectation after receiving the title of Knight Commander by the time he turned 22.

Despite Mikhail's insistence to serve on the frontlines, the grandmaster steadfastly believed that Mikhail’s talents would better serve the Academy. As he gained experience as a mentor and educator, Mikhail discovered his true sense of duty -- to protect all Academy students and to nurture a brighter future for all of Aeris.

⤷ TRIVIA

Mikhail has a sweet tooth! Here's a list of desserts he typically orders or looks for: cheesecakes, macarons, tiramisus, and sorbets (his favorite flavor is raspberry).

Primarily reads non-fiction books containing essays on politics, war, and philosophy, but he does indulge in novels he read during his youth. Its always about a valiant knight and their various heroic deeds.

He is particular about tactile experiences. He is fond of silk, velvet, and chiffon. He cannot tolerate full-grained leather, tweed, or wool.

His pen-spinning skills are impressive. Mikhail struggles with staying idle and feels like he must be moving frequently. He finds the roll of a metal pen between his gloved fingers soothing.

He is proficient with longswords, broadswords, parrying daggers, rapiers, lances, and heater shields.

#my ocs #original character #knight oc #mikhail

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kumeko · 8 months

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A/N: For the Paradise zine! I wanted Byhardt slow burn throughout the years. Slow because they’re both a little dense.

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Linhardt yawned. It was bad enough that he was forced to come to the Academy, his classes interfering with his personal research and studies. Now they were interfering with his sleep. Maybe he should take a page from Bernadetta and hide in his room, only coming out for food and books.

“Hurry up already!” Caspar growled, his strong fingers wrapping around Linhardt’s wrist and yanking him forward. “We’re gonna be late ‘cause of you.”

“And that’s a problem why?” Linhardt sighed. Even if he did hide away in his room or the library or some cave in the middle of nowhere, he had no doubt that Caspar would find him there and then drag him out. There was no reprieve for him.

“We’ll miss the class.” Caspar glared at him as he hurried them down the path to the training grounds. Despite his small body, he was a powerhouse, and Linhardt went limp as he let Caspar drag him away.

“That would be a dream come true,” Linhardt drawled.

As they got closer to their destination, the sound of swords parrying, their blades clashing and bouncing off armour, grew louder. When they stepped in, the air was thick with the sickly sweet smell of sweat. Linhardt wrinkled his nose. Another reason he hated training. It was disgusting.

Inside, Dorothea sat on the ground, leaning against the door, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her breath. Petra and Ferdinand stood, but just barely, their limbs shaking from the effort. Only Hubert looked unaffected as he passively watched the battle before them.

And it was a battle. Edelgard crossed blows with their new professor, using a heavy broadsword in lieu of her usual axe. The professor easily countered. Linhardt couldn’t remember the last time Edelgard had difficulties in weapons practice.

Even Caspar was amazed. “She’s strong.”

Edelgard lunged and the professor dodged, her hair flying wildly behind her. She stepped to the right. A blunt blow to the wrist and Edelgard let go of her sword with a sharp breath. Her blade fell to the ground with a heavy thud, the professor pointing her own at Edelgard’s throat.

A defeat.

That was something utterly radiant about the professor’s smirk as Edelgard yielded.

“Fascinating,” Linhardt breathed, transfixed.

ii.

“Professor.” Linhardt padded steadily to Byleth’s desk. By now, the rest of the class had cleared out, the classroom empty save for the two of them. “I have a question.”

“What is it?” Byleth asked, looking up from her papers. “I—”

Realizing it was him, her lips set into a thin line. She leaned to the right, to the left, and sighed when she realized that he was the only one here. “A question about class, Linhardt?”

Her tone implied she doubted that to be the case.

“Absolutely not.” Linhardt kept his eyes focused on her as he talked, catching the minute changes in her expression. “It’s about your crest.”

Her expression somehow grew flatter. It was utterly fascinating—he had long considered Byleth expressionless, but clearly that wasn’t the case. No, she still had emotions, but subtler, harder to spot. He wondered what it’d take to get a big reaction out of her. He wondered what it’d take to make her smile.

“Between you and Hanneman, is there anything left to ask?” Byleth raised a brow, mildly exasperated. “No one in my family has it, I don’t know who my mother is, I have not come across anyone else with it, and no, it doesn’t provide me with extra strength or skill.”

Linhardt smiled, unfolding a piece of paper. Perhaps Byleth didn’t understand the fundamentals of a researcher, but there were always questions to be asked, hypotheses to be tested, and tests to be run. “You said you haven’t met anyone. Could you tell me all of the places you’ve been?”

Byleth stared at him. Her long fingers rapped on the table steadily before she sighed once more. Opening a drawer, she pulled out a scrolled paper and spread it across the table. It was a map of Fódlan. “You might as well grab a seat,” she added, pinning the map open.

He plopped down immediately. He had a lot of questions to ask, after all, and his feet were tired already.

iii.

The stone wall was cold. Linhardt focused on that one fact, that one sensation. Cold. Wet. Steady. It was strong in ways his roiling stomach wasn’t. His lunch tried to force itself up his throat and Linhardt closed his eyes, leaning against the wall as he fought it back down.

The stone wall was sturdy. His sweat was sticky. The faint scent of iron filled the air. A hand rubbed slow circles on his back. Linhardt opened his eyes, his gaze flicking to the presence to his right. Blue filled his vision and his eyes widened as Byleth leaned forward, concerned.

“Are you alright, Linhardt?”

Her other hand held a sword, still slick with blood. He couldn’t look away as a droplet slid down the blade, dropping to the dirt floor silently. That blood was on his hands too. His stomach heaved, eager to empty itself in this desolate tower.

“Breathe,” Byleth murmured, still massaging his back. Her hand was warm. He felt cold. “In the nose. Out the mouth.”

Linhardt tried. In the nose. Out the mouth. He kept his gaze on her, because if he looked anywhere else, he would see the thugs they’d just killed. There was a reason he had never wanted to come to this academy. Despite his duties to the empire, he wasn’t a fighter. He never had been. And now there was blood on his hands.

“Breathe,” Byleth commanded, harsher now.

He hadn’t realized he’d stopped. Linhardt stared into her eyes, the blues even darker in this moonlit ruin. In the nose. Out the mouth. The wall was cold. Byleth’s hand was warm. His stomach settled, just enough, and Byleth helped him straighten up before pulling back.

He still didn’t look away. He wasn’t ready to.

“Good. The first time is always the hardest.” Byleth flicked the blood off her sword impassively before sheathing it.

The first. His stomach churned at the thought. There would be a second. A third. Who knew how many? Linhardt curled his hand into a fist, his nails digging half-moons into his palm. The pain steadied him. “Does it get easier?”

“Sometimes.” Byleth looked away, studying their surroundings before turning back to him. “It depends on the person. It depends on the death. It’s probably better if it doesn’t.”

“Is it easier for you?” he asked.

She didn’t answer. For once, Lindhardt wasn’t sure if he wanted to know.

iv.

Byleth was dead. Or maybe just lost. Linhardt didn’t know what to think about that, what to feel about that. One moment, she had been there, leading the fight. The next, she had disappeared, swallowed by the chasm of which there was no escape.

He didn’t know how to react, so he didn’t. The Empire was entering a war, and there was always something new to study. Linhardt buried himself in his research, trying to ignore the empty spaces where Hanneman would push him, where Annette or Lysithea would tear into his ideas and rebuild them stronger.

There was an emptier spot where Byleth used to sit across from him, her expression torn between fondness and exasperation as he had yet another list of questions.

He couldn’t ask those questions anymore.

Something heavy settled in him.

He didn’t want to think about it.

Byleth was alive. Caught in the heat of battle, surrounded by classmates he hadn’t seen in a while, Linhardt hadn’t had time to process the news before he’d plunged into battle with a legion of bandits. Now, after all was said and done, he had a moment to realize what it meant.

He wasn’t imagining things. Even pinching his thigh didn’t change the fact that Edelgard and Byleth were walking down the stone steps, Edelgard’s arm wrapped around Byleth to support her. Their former teacher looked exactly the same as she had all those years ago, her moss green hair somehow glowing in the early morning.

Lindhardt took an involuntary step forward. Byleth was here. A tension in his belly eased.

As ever, Caspar blurted out all of their feelings. “You’re alive?”

Byleth lifted her head lightly and nodded weakly. “I didn’t die.”

“We thought you had, Professor.” Ferdinand looked as confused as Linhardt felt. “It has been five years—what were you doing?”

“I…” Byleth pursed her lips, wincing as she tried to answer. Her eyes scanned them all, before landing on him. Smiling weakly, she answered, “I thought I’d listen to Linhardt and sleep for once.”

Linhardt’s shoulders relaxed, a weight he didn’t realize he had leaving. “You slept too long.”

She chuckled. “I don’t want to hear that from you.”

vi.

Linhardt found Byleth in the long-abandoned Black Eagle’s classroom. He wasn’t sure where he had expected to find her after today—not the church, the time for a goddess had long since passed. Not the food hall, it was well lit and always fun, with little room for privacy. Not the gardens, which weren’t free of prying eyes.

It had been luck she was in the fourth place he checked. Outside, it was dark, the moonlight seeping through the windows. The hearth had long since been put out, no new kindling to provide any light. That was fine; he’d brought a lamp of his own.

At the other end of the room, Byleth sat at her desk, her expression pensive as she stared at the half-erased chalkboard. She didn’t turn as he entered, didn’t do anything actually. Linhardt set his lamp on her desk and pulled a chair over to sit in front of her. They’d done this so many times before, in the time when he had been just a student, and the war wasn’t even a pipe dream.

Today, he didn’t have any questions but one: “Are you okay, Professor?”

She started. Her eyes slid to and then past him, at the rest of the classroom, before her shoulders slumped. He wasn’t the only one remembering the past, remembering the classmates that flitted in and out of their doors.

“I thought they would retreat,” Byleth whispered, her voice raspy, as though anything louder would shatter the moment.

“It’s a war,” Linhardt replied kindly, lowering his eyes. His fingers dug into his thighs. He had five years to get used to fighting former classmates. She had only weeks. “No one wants to—no one can retreat.”

Byleth inclined her head, gazing at her hands. She clenched them, as though she was holding her sword. “I suppose so.” Letting out a shaky laugh, she looked up at him. “This won’t get easier.”

The wording triggers a memory, long ago, of his first kill. Of him asking a question with no answer.

He hadn’t needed one. He definitely didn’t want to find out this way. Quietly, he leaned forward and squeezed her hand. “It hasn’t for me.” Linhardt paused. “Byleth.”

Her eyes widened fractionally before her expression crumpled, and she shuddered. Byleth’s sobs were silent things. He wasn’t sure how he had ever thought of her emotionless all those years ago. She clasped his hand like a lifeline and he clung back tightly.

vii.

There wasn’t an agreement, a formal declaration, but somehow, Linhardt kept joining Byleth for her nightly patrols. Somehow, they kept meeting in the abandoned places of their youth, surrounded by the ghosts of had-beens and could-have-beens. There was something utterly natural about the way he slipped into place beside her, about his scant questions and her quiet replies.

Tonight was no exception. He found her in the grand hall, his feet knowing where to go even if she hadn’t told him where to meet. The hall was large, dark, and looming. A few holes in the ceiling revealed a bright night sky, filled with stars. On one side, Byleth sat in a window alcove, a lantern at her feet as she stared out the window.

“Byleth.”

She looked up at the sound of her name, the light casting shadows on her face as she turned. Even in the dim light, her hair still glowed like a fire, her eyes as bright as the stars above. In the night, Byleth seemed less a woman and more a goddess, an ethereal being that would disappear if he looked away too long.

It was an irrational thought. He had watched her for years and he knew just how all-too-human she was. Her arm even had a bandage from a recent skirmish, an injury that was healing far too slowly for his liking.

It was an irrational thought, but he felt it all the same. Byleth lips curved slightly and he couldn’t look away, mesmerized as she picked up her lantern and approached him. “You’re late,” she said.

“You look tired,” he replied. It was true, she looked worn in the ways that he felt, in the ways that war wormed deep inside and refused to leave.

“We all are.” She turned, heading down the hallway.

He slipped into space beside her, as usual, as always. No, not always, he had seen her die, seen her come back. It could happen again. Linhardt felt his hand brush against hers, and the urge to grab it.

Linhardt froze. He wanted to grab her hand.

Noticing he wasn’t beside her, Byleth turned around, raising her lantern high. “Linhardt?”

Linhardt wanted more than to grab her hand. He wanted that always, that forever. He wanted those quiet questions in a study, wanted lazy afternoons and long naps. A world without war was ideal, but a world with Byleth was all that he really needed. His skin flushed, his heart beating like a rabbit’s, and he was glad it was dark, that the naked desire that must have been clearly etched across his face was all but invisible.

“N-nothing,” Linhardt stuttered, forcing his feet to move again.

He loved her. He might have loved her for a long time now.

It seemed he had a new line of questioning to try out. One that started with a ring and hopefully ended with a yes.

#byhardt #byleth eisner #linhardt von hevring #byleth x linhardt #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fanfic

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madamealtruist · 5 months

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(I FINALLY posted something for my Mortal Kombat AU! If anyone is interested in designing the kast or if they're just interested, my DMs are open. Enjoy!)

HEROES OF THE WU SHI ACADEMY

Raiden, the Eternal Storm (Liam O'Brien) Species: Demi-God (Thunder) Hair: Electric silverish blue, long Kasual Outfit: White dress shirt, grey dress jacket, black dress pants, white boots Kombat Outfit: White long-sleeved robes, electric blue long coat, gray hiking boots, silver metal gauntlets, gray metal hat with engravings Weapons: Staff, amulet Arcana: Thunderstruck (electric flight, projectiles and telekinesis)

Kuai Liang Oniro/Scorpion, the Ashen Hope (Cody Christian) Species: Human Hair: Dark crimson, top knot ponytail Kasual Outfit: Yellow sleeveless hoodie, red long-sleeved shirt, black jeans, black boots Kombat Outfit: Yellow, red, and black Lin Kuei garbs, black Lin Kuei boots gray arm wrappings, yellow metal mask Weapons: Kunai on a rope, kusarigama Arcana: Smolder (pyromantic teleportation and projection)

Bi-Han Oniro/Sub-Zero, the Frost Sentinel (Roger Craig Smith) Species: Human Hair: Silverish blue, messy Kasual Outfit: Dark blue jacket, gray wicking shirt, black bulky pants, hiking boots Kombat Outfit: Dark blue, silver, and black Lin Kuei garbs, dark silver gauntlets, dark blue Lin Kuei boots, black and blue ceremonial cloak, grayish blue metal mask Weapons: Broadsword, ice weapons Arcana: Shiver (cryomantic projection and creation of weapons)

Tomas Oniro/Smoke, the Silver Eclipse (Benjamin Diskin) Species: Human Hair: Gray, shoulder length Kasual Outfit: Gray hoodie, black leather vest, silver dress pants, black sneakers, fingerless gloves Kombat Outfit: Gray and silver Lin Kuei garbs, black Lin Kuei boots, black gauntlets, black gas mask Weapons: Karambit knives, grenades Arcana: Shroud (smoke clouds emanate from his body, allowing him to disappear)

Syzoth/Reptile, the Venomous Outcast (Todd Haberkorn) Species: Zaterran Hair: Dyed green, shaved on one side, long on the other (VISAGE FORM)/Dull yellow, dreadlocks-like scales (TRUE FORM) Kasual Outfit: Dark green hoodie, sunglasses, stitched khakis, dirty sneakers. Kombat Outfit: Black trench coat, green hoodie, hiking boots, stitched-up jeans, green mask, goggles (modified to Zaterran war robes in True Form) Weapons: Zaterran hatchets, acidic saliva, sharp teeth, and claws Arcana: Vanish (straight-up invisibility in both forms)

Empress Mileena, the Thorned Rose (Erica Mendez) Species: Tarkatan (Formerly Edenian) Hair: Raven, wild ponytail Kasual Outfit: Maroon long-sleeved shirt, silver tank top (red Halestorm logo), maroon sweatpants, high-heeled boots Kombat Outfit: Fuchsia and copper Edenian armor, fuchsia vented mask with metallic clamps, arm guards, bladed high-heeled boots Weapons: Sais, Tarkatan blades Arcana: Blink (teleportation)

Princess Kitana, the Quickwinded Blade (Britt Baron) Species: Edenian Hair: Dark silver, long and flowy Kasual Outfit: Dark blue shirt, black jacket, gray pants, high-heeled boots, blue mask Kombat Outfit: Blue, black, and silver Edenian armor, metal surrounded gloves, high-heeled boots, blue and silver mask Weapons: Bladed fans Arcana: Tempest (hurricane-force winds when spinning)

Countess Jade, the Sage Assassin (Kelly Hu) Species: Edenian Hair: Brunette, twin tails Kasual Outfit: Brown short-sleeved shirt, green hoodie, green skirt, knee-high boots, Kombat: Green and brown Edenian armor, brass gauntlets, silver cloak, metallic boots, green mask Weapons: Dual-bladed staff, throwing glaive Arcana: Passwall (projectiles can pass right through her if she concentrates)

Tanya, the Guiding Hand (Cree Summer) Species: Edenian Hair: Black, twin buns Kasual Outfit: Black and gold leather jacket, black jeans, gray sneakers Kombat Outfit: Gold and black Edenian armor, ceremonial robes, helmet Weapons: Naginata, Tonfa blades Arcana: None

Liu Kang, the Rising Champion (Johnny Yong Bosch) Species: Human Hair: Black, spikey Kasual Outfit: Red jacket, white undershirt, blue pants, silver dress shoes, red headband Kombat Outfit: Black leather jacket, white garbs, baggy black pants, arm wrappings Weapons: Nunchuck staff Arcana: Ignite (fireballs, fire kicks, and summoning a fucking dragon)

Kung Lao, the Shaolin Cyclone (Greg Cipes) Species: Human Hair: Brown, small ponytail Kasual Outfit: Brown long-sleeved shirt, blue vest, stitched jeans, knee-high boots Kombat Outfit: Black and red armored vest, black armored gauntlets, brown pants, knee-high boots Weapons: Chakram fedora Arcana: Tele-Nado (spinning teleportation)

Kenshi Takahashi, the Psychic Scarlet Saber (Yuri Lowenthal) Species: Human Hair: Black, short Kasual Outfit: Black blazer, red undershirt, silver dress pants, dress shoes, black sunglasses Kombat Outfit: Black undershirt, red armored overcoat, black dress pants, dress shoes, blindfold Weapons: Sento (ancestral katana, also helps him see without eyes) Arcana: None

Johnny Cage, the Narcissistic Nutcracker (Sam Riegel) Species: Human Hair: Dirty blonde, short and messy Kasual Outfit: Dark blue blazer, dark green vest, jeans, black sneakers, tinted green sunglasses Kombat Outfit: Kevlar vest, baggy blue hoodie, padded pants, combat boots, sleeveless gloves, tinted green sunglasses Weapons: None Arcana: Showman (bright green, grayish silver, or dark red shadowy aura that enhances his abilities depending on his mood)

Sonya Blade, Semper-fi Do or Die (Ashley Johnson) Species: Human Hair: Blonde, braided ponytail Kasual Outfit: Black long-sleeved undershirt, desert camo pants, dark green vest, grenade sachel, military cap, combat boots Kombat Outfit: Dark blue futuristic stealth armor, armored hiking boots, military cap, grenade bandolier Weapons: Handgun, grenades, wrist laser projectors, combat knife Arcana: Perfume (toxic violet gas that can also cause horrific burns)

Kurtis Stryker, the Riot Guardsman (Matthew Mercer) Species: Human Hair: Dirty blonde mullet, stubble Kasual Outfit: Black jacket, blue undershirt, black cargo pants, combat boots, fingerless gloves, police cap, sunglasses Kombat Outfit: Black and blue futuristic riot armor, tactical visor, noise-cancelling boots Weapons: Nightsticks, handgun, taser, grenades Arcana: Sentinel (surrounds him in a red, bulletproof aura)

Kabal Ramirez, the Speedy Redeemer (Nolan North) Species: Human Species: Black, messy Kasual Outfit: Beige coat, green vest, stiched-up khakis, hiking boots, arm guards, hidden respirators, metal mask Kombat Outfit: Armored long coat and vest, lightweight armored boots, spiked knuckle gauntlets, hidden respirators, metal mask Weapons: Hookswords, throwing saw, flashbangs Arcana: Roadburn (super speed)

Zeffeero/Rain, the Flood of Ambition (J. Michael Tatum) Species: Edenian Hair: Dark purple, long Kasual Outfit: Purple work jacket, yellow dress shirt, dark indigo pants, black dress shoes Kombat Outfit: Purple mage's cloak and robes, purple mask Weapons: Katar, scepter (doubles as a bo staff) Arcana: Monsoon (hydromantic teleportation and projection, mild electrokinesis)

VILLAINS OF THE GREAT LEGION

Shao Kahn, the Legacy of Onaga (Kevin Michael Richardson) Species: Drakespawn Hair: Bald (but he has draconic horns and scales) Kasual Outfit: Dark red business suit, gold undershirt, black dress pants, crimson knee-high boots, Kombat Outfit: Red and black Drakespawn armor, shoulder cape, skull helmet Weapons: Hellbringer (Axe/Hammer), spears Arcana: Dominance (ego-driven reddish black aura strengthens him)

Shang Tsung, the Damnation Dealer (Steve Blum) Species: Edenian Hair: Black, long Kasual Outfit: Yellowish green undershirt, black coat, gray jeans, dress shoes Kombat Outfit: Yellow robes, black armored segments, black boots Weapons: Tekko-kagi claws Arcana: Souleater (literally steals souls to fuel his power, allowing him to assume their forms and powers)

Sullivan Kano, the Hand of the Black Dragon (Hugh Jackman) Species: Human Hair: Black, messy and ratty goatee Kasual Outfit: Black vest, cargo pants, combat boots, bandolier Kombat Outfit: Red and black armored vest, arm wrappings, combat boots with hidden knives Weapons: Cyber eye (shoots lasers), big knives, throwing blades, pulse grenades Arcana: None

Zheng Sektor, the Cybernetic Cinder (Matt Lanter) Species: Cyber (Formerly Human) Hair: Dark red, ponytail Outfit: Dark blue undershirt, red leather jacket, padded dark red pants, combat boots, blue-tinted goggles/red helmet (retractable) Weapons: Flamethrower gauntlets, explosive missile darts, red pulse blades Arcana: None

Goro, the Fists of Blazing Rage (Fred Tatasciore) Species: Shokan Hair: Black, ponytail Kasual Outfit, Black jeans, red Shokan royal robes Kombat Outfit: Black and red Shokan armor Weapons: None Arcana: None

Skarlet, the Blood Bathed Berserker (Cherami Leigh) Species: Drakespawn/Edenian Hair: Red, shoulder length, spikey Kasual Outfit: Black jacket, red undershirt, silver jeans, black boots Kombat Outfit: Black and red leather armor, goggles, red metal mask in the style of Outworld surgeons Weapons: Large scalpel, blood weapons Arcana: Clotted (blood magic through projection and creation of solid blood weapons)

Baraka, the Diseased Shredder (Scott McNeil) Species: Tarkatan (Formerly Edenian) Hair: Bald (but covered in bone-like, sometimes metallic spikes) Kasual Outfit: White short-sleeved shirt, brown jacket, black stitched-up jeans Kombat Outfit: Silverish blue armor, Asgarth Tarkatan banner wrapped around torso, dark red armored pants Weapons: Tarkatan blades Arcana: Fortitude (enhanced regeneration, not hampered by Tarkat)

Roman Valerian/Tremor, the Sandman's Quake (David Sobolov) Species: Human Hair: Silverish brown (with stone-like cracks in his skin) Kasual Outfit: Beige cloak, dark green undershirt, bulky black pants, golden medallions, hiking boots Kombat Outfit: Hooded brown armor, anti-dust mask, combat boots Weapons: Hammers, battle axe, occasionally carries a shotgun Arcana: Terra (seismic waves, crystal growths, rock generation, and lava spurts)

Reiko, the Scrappy General (Gregg Abbey) Species: Drakespawn/Edenian Hair: Silver and black, Mohawk/ponytail Kasual Outfit: Red Great Leigon sports jacket, black jeans, combat boots Kombat Outfit: Red and silver spiked armor, red gauntlets, skull medallion, armored pants, combat boots Weapons: Warhammer, knife, spear, throwing stars Arcana: Shade-Rage (red aura increases strength when angered)

OTHER STUFF

Arcanas are like Semblances from RWBY, being powers connected to the user's soul. Some have them, others don't.

Shao Kahn is the son of Onaga (who is incredibly proud of his son's work), and the father of Skarlet and Reiko (who constantly fight over his approval.

Hanzo Hasashi WILL appear, but not as Scorpion, obviously, but also not as a young child either.

#mortal kombat #au #mortal kombat wu shi intitates #mileena #scorpion #kitana #sub-zero #raiden #shao kahn #earthrealm #outworld #if anyone wants to do art i'm open

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Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

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😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

#Onthisday: Nov 15th, 2017

Title: Cuteness Member - Reddy

Reddy (HTFMegaman's HTF OC) is joining in the "Cuteness Defender Academy", and he's "Ready" to combat with his first "Cuteness Mecha Armor" created by the Zeon Fed., the first "Zaku". 😁🤖

Zaku I Reddy Came from the real: MS-05B Zaku I [CLICK ME!]

Armament(s):

105mm Machine Gun • The 105mm machine gun is a standard weapon for Zaku types. It is a shell firing gun that does not require energy to be used, however, its effectiveness against heavy armor is very limited. This model used a 100-round drum magazine.

ZMP-47D/120mm Machine Gun • The 120mm machine gun is another standard weapon for Zaku types. It is a shell firing gun that does not require energy to be used, however its effectiveness against heavy armor is very limited. This model used a 100-round drum magazine.

H&L-SB21K/280mmA-N Zaku Bazooka • The 280mm Zaku Bazooka was another standard weapon that could be equipped to a Zaku types. The bazooka fired explosive rounds that were quite effective against the armor of enemy suits and battleships.

Initial Type Bazooka • This early design of the bazooka, featured a block ammo cartridge and a single exhaust port.

90mm Assault Rifle • A new assault rifle likely developed under the United Maintenance Plan as a weapon that can be used by various Zeon mobile suits in various environments.

Shotgun • A pump-action shotgun that is similar to the model used by other Zeon suits.

Heat Hawk Type 3 • An axe-like melee weapon, whose name is short for "tomahawk". Thermal energy is used to superheat the heat hawk's blade, allowing it to slice through the armor of enemy warships or suits.

G-3 Nerve Gas Grenade Launcher • These weapons launched rockets filled with G-3 nerve gas, a chemical weapon that could quickly kill.

S-Mine • S-Mines are anti-personnel shrapnel explosives based on German mines by the same name, which were used in the second World War.

Knuckle Shield • The knuckle shield is a modified Zaku II shoulder shield that mounts on the left arm. When mounted on the forearm the curve of the armor fits over the mobile suits hand. One of the modifications is the additions of three spikes placed on the plate that rests in front of the hand. These spikes make the knuckle shield an effective bashing weapon.

Shoulder Shield • Originally a regular equipment for MS-06 Zaku II series. Shoulder Shield on respective shoulders with hard points to carry Sturm Fausts and Beam Rifles.

Heat Sword • A melee weapon originally developed for the Gouf line of mobile suits. Like the Zaku's heat tomahawk the heat sword is a blade that is heated to high temperatures in order to increase it's cutting capacity. The Heat Sword was designed after a broadsword so its blade is longer than the tomahawk allowing for a greater range of attack.

MIP-B6 Cracker Grenade • Identical to those used by infantry, the cracker grenade is an explosive weapons designed to be thrown or launched by the MS and detonate after a set amount of time. The "cracker" breaks into several smaller munitions over a wide area.

Sturm Faust • An explosive weapon with a rocket propelled warhead, it was designed before the beginning of the One Year War as an anti-ship weapon. Useful both in space and under gravity, it was mainly deployed for anti-ship attacks. The Sturm Faust likely made a good anti-armor suit weapon, could be equipped with both a Sturm Faust and a more typical ranged weapon for greater versatility. As a non-guided weapon, it is difficult to hit targets with high mobility.

Reddy (HTF OC) - owned by HTFMegaman (dA) Armor (Mobile Suit Gundam 0079) - Gundam Series © Bandai Namco Filmworks, Inc. (SUNRISE), Sotsu

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thegeminisage · 10 months

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ok, i got about an hour and a half to play some zelda!!! i'm in rito village cuz i got my frog armor. my map says there's a chasm here so i'm gonna get some korok seeds and see if i can find it

god i miss kass.

i havent ben back here since i did the wind temple, so there's a lot of sidequests lol

ok, i NEVER would have found that chasm without help. the opening into the cave is SO tiny

off to a fantastic start. landed by a yiga hideout AND a lightroot!!

oh! it's isolated! i guess that makes sense cuz in the overworld it's surrounded by water. i was gearing up to do some Depths Exploring though, i kinda miss it??

i notice mineru didn't meet me. so she really is only in one little section until i do the dungeon. blegh

oh, it's not a proper yiga hideout, there's just a diary. something about a weapon with blue stone. PLEEEEASE be a timeshift stone please please please (guy who knows it wont actually be a timeshift stone)

CRYSTALLIZED ZONAI SHOP LETS FUCKING GOOO

aw and a schema stone

siren call of the depths: i kinda wanna explore more. i was gonna go back up to rito village and knock out some of those sidequests but fuck it

as with the overworld i have a lot of the eastern section knocked out and have barely touched the western half. so i guess i'll go clean up in the east. unfortunately i have not been marking ANY of my boss encounters bc i didnt want to look at this map too closely so i'll probably wind up doing them all again lol

i don't know, am i taking some of the joy of exploration out of the depths by looking at this map early? i guess so, but i don't want to forge on without it, and the internet has spoiled me for the whole thing anyway. besides, they're not detailed enough that you can really tell what it'll look like once you get there. i think some surprises will still remain

i am going to turn on hands i think lol. that's one surprise i DON'T want, not down here

i guess if things get too hairy or tedious i always have my bike...it's been so long since i learned about them, yet since then i've barely set foot down here at all. i was doing koroks. so it's been a REALLY long time since i've properly explored down here.

tiny dark spot by hateno so im starting there. warped to a nearby root and found the two new ones i need pretty much instantly without even using the spoiler map - they were just hidden behind a wall

i read somewehre that the weapons the ghost soldiers hold for you, the unrotted ones, will only be weapons you've already broken above. which is stupid cool but then WHYYY do i never get royal broadswords...they're my favorites...

another mine...i guess that's to be expected. why do they all have the names of the cities above though? like, hateno didn't exist throughout the ages, it wasnt in oot or whatever. you can't tell me every city in hyrule is 10,000 years old. i guess lin's sheikah slate is naming the mines and using the names of the villages it knows? but IT'S 10,000 years old too. i love totk but the way it breaks the lore is so fucking frustrating, especially since i was finally excited about the lore actually being COHESIVE for the first time after skyward sword.

ooh, this diary mentions a hidden yiga academy behind a waterfall in gerudo...i've been spoiled a bit for that questline too but i feel better that i found the tip organically

oh. i found a "researcher" lol

LMAOOOO she's asking me to pick my own demise. incred

good GOD what is that...i shouldn't have answered...i picked burny bc i actually hate freezy more but what in the name of god

i mean i killed her basically instantly but that was a little alarming! i wish i got a schema stone for one of THOSE

MORE refinery shopping. i already have enough for one battery upgrade and i'm close to getting a second

oop yeah there's upgrade #2

and another schema stone!

ok, doubling back to check and old map mark i missed...

GLOOM TREES BAD

oh it's cap of the sky! i actually already have one of those lol but i can sell this one

ok, let's see...there's a tiny dark spot under gut check rock, so i'll get that next...

i have like. 630 arrows lol and it's a good thing too bc i got spotted by a monster camp and just took them out from a tree

zonaite really isnt hard to collect...like, at first having to get 4000+ to max your battery seemed impossible. but the hard part is that the refineries don't sell a lot at once so you either have to warp around or wait to turn it all in lol

i like how weather attack makes food useful again? like i stopped making food to help me with heat or cold bc i had armor...BUT i can't have armor to defend me from the elements AND the attack up from the elements at the same time. if i want both, i need food for one or the other! it's very clever. now i need to be more mindful when cooking instead of just doing the same health and stamina refills over and over

i really hate how hard the lava air effect makes it to fucking SEE down here. jesus

killed a flux construct. sick nice etc

found a proper yiga hideout >:)

minecart tracks??? i want a cart too... :(

sadly lacking in cart to cart combat. 0/10 stars

ok, working my way down towards the spring of power. i want those bargainer statues lol

i like exploring the depth a lot better when shit is lit up. i didn't realize until now but it's exhausting not to be able to see ANYTHING. i think that's why i got so tired of it so quickly before, even though i was also having fun poking around. finding one light point after another is fun and that requires darkness but it's also really difficult to navigate the terrain when you can't see AND there's gloom

found my mf statue. i cant believe i walked right past these before...you wouldn't know they're there unless you're looking :/

YESSSSS HOOD OF THE DEPTHS...finally.................

i had almost 700 poes so i had plenty to buy with lol

ANOTHER yiga hideout!! have i done this one?? it looks familiar...

oh yep lmao i sure have. bummer. at least i can mark it off my map :/

ok, thats all i have time for!!!

#personal #loz blogging #totk lb #totk spoilers

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sk-lilacdino · 1 year

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Solstice Pegasi Academia

(made by me, @marrondrawsalot, and another - Ask for permission before use)

-Originally called White Pegasi Academia, but changes to show they were different in nature and so that there would be no more parodies of a certain song-

A four year mainly-female academy that was founded by the Nine Champions and run by the former Crown Princess of the Domus Mactubi Woods in order to raise the next generations of young women with high potential into tomorrow's magical warriors, leaders, and visionaries.

Students recieve two magestones - one that will decorate their personal weapon and one for their dorm-issued casting vessel.

The Nine Champions

The Believer of Outcasts

The Tea Loving Mad Hatter

The General of Lions

The One Armed Rain Scion

The Consort of Mana

The Adventuring Prince

The Thieving Street Rat

The Noble Dragonslayer

The Prodigal Deity

(This is a TWST fan school.)

The Nine Houses

Byzanotre

Colors - Blue, Yellow, Gold

Dorm Weapon - Broadsword

Figure - The Believer of Outcasts (Phoebus)

Dorm Head - Eloise D'Arcy (Twisted - Quasimodo | Sophomore)

Vice Head - Syaoran Grayskull (Twisted - The gargoyles | Sophomore)

Ideals of - Guardians and Preservers

2. Manicury

Colors - Green, Red, Lilac

Dorm Weapon - Throwing Stars

Figure - The Tea Brewing Mad Hatter (Hatter)

Dorm Head - Haterna Madder (Twisted - Mad Hatter | Sophomore)

Vice Head - Maddie Lyansther (Twisted - White Rabbit | Sophomore)

Ideals of - Artists and Guides

3. Zhaoyin

Colors - Pink, Black, Orange

Dorm Weapon - Twin Dao

Figure - The General of Lions (Li Shang)

Dorm Head - Yighit Borji (Twisted - Shang and Shan Yu | Junior)

Vice Head - Mu Xuehua (Twisted - Chi Fu | Sophomore)

Ideals of - Warriors and Mentors

4. Nagavantri

Colors - Sky Blue, Turquoise, Silver

Dorm Weapon - Curved Sword

Figure - The One Armed Rain Scion (Namaari)

Dorm Head - Rang Aruni Niran (Twisted - Namaari | Freshman)

Vice Head - Gabriel Yudriaz (Twisted - Chernabog | Freshman)

Ideals of - Leaders and Protectors

5. Quintidite

Colors - Turqouise, Beige, White

Dorm Weapon - Daggers

Figure - The Consort Of Mana (Milo Thatch)

Dorm Head - Mellada Theolodite (Twisted - Milo Thatch | Sophomore)

Vice Head - NONE

Ideals of - Scholars and Truth-seekers

6. Hydroteer

Colors - Red, Blue, Brown

Dorm Weapon - Morning Star

Figure - The Adventuring Prince (Eric)

Dorm Head - Despoina Serafine (Twisted - Prince Eric | Junior)

Vice Head - Kaimata Teucali (Twisted - Tamatoa | Freshman)

Ideals of - Adventurers and Free Spirits

7. Sunnatmaliq

Colors - White, Maroon, Gold

Dorm Weapon - Staff

Figure - The Thieving Street Rat (Aladdin)

Dorm Head - Amina (Twisted - Aladdin | Sophomore)

Vice Head - Kang Jiuyuan (Twisted - Abu | Sophomore)

Ideals of - Justice Seekers and Underdogs

8. Thourneforte

Colors - Red, Brown, Silver

Dorm Weapon - Longsword

Figure - The Noble Dragon-Slayer (Phillip)

Dorm Head - Theo Reveuse (Twisted - Phillip | Freshman)

Vice Head - Marigoda Alvarez (Twisted - The Three Fairies | Junior)

Ideals of - Knights and Lovers

9. Divinae

Colors - Bronze, Blue, Orange

Dorm Weapon - Club & Shield

Figure - The Prodigal Half-Deity (Hercules)

Dorm Head - Heraines Mwangi (Twisted - Hercules & Persephone | Junior)

Vice Head - Callista Myrmides (Twisted - Pegasus | Sophomore)

Ideals of - Heroes and Diplomats

(created by both me and @marrondrawsalot and another)

STAFF Headmage = Headmistress Cosmo Wingstone (Twisted - Star)

Physical Sciences Teacher | Robotics Coach | Nurse : Dr. Shizuka Asahi (Twisted - Tadashi Hamada)

School Shop Owner : Mx. VonStein (Twisted - Eugene | Flynn Rider)

Arts, Culture, and Organic Magic Teacher : Professor Nayeli (Twisted - Brother Bear)

Languages Teacher : Xolani (Twisted - Tarzan)

Configuration & Transformation Teacher : Lucian Cromwell (Twisted - Merlin)

Counselors : Cassius and Caspian (Twisted - El Dorado MCs)

Sparring Coach & Fitness Head : Coach Leonidas Nikolaus (Twisted - Cassandra)

Natural Sciences & Alchemy Teacher : Jytte Weylin-Kallik (Twisted - Elsa)

History & Theology Teacher : Yura Weylin-Kallik (Twisted - Honeymaren)

#twst wonderland #twst oc #twst #fan school #solstice pegasi academia #spa #twisted wonderland oc

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terrorpenned · 10 months

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DOSSIER : CAPTAIN GORE

studies in: the merciless captain, Mr. Rochester and Bertha, Heathcliff, Mr. de Winter, Le Barbe Bleue, colonial ascendancy, ill-gotten mansions, the revenge of the dead.

FULL NAME: Captain Gideon Gorelieu. alias Captain Bartholomew Gore, alias Roberts AGE: 44 BIRTH DATE: May 17, 1682 ETHNICITY: white, French and Welsh GENDER: cis man ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic, lean towards women SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual, lean towards women RELIGION: largely agnostic, some spiritualism and sailor superstition SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English, Welsh, some Gaelic and Louisiana / Creole French CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: split between a mansion in French colonial Louisiana; his flagship, La Tuerie; or his schooner, La Petite Revenante OCCUPATION: pirate, smuggler, plantation owner

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Alain and Carys Gorelieu SIBLINGS: a handful of brothers, deceased SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Miss Priscilla de Claire of New Orleans CHILDREN: none, that he knows of

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: blue-green HAIR COLOUR: red HEIGHT: 5'9″ BODY BUILD: bulky, athletic TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: small gold sailors hoops (permanent) in each ear, several nautical tattoos scattered across his chest and arms including an anchor, crossed canons, swallows, and a carrick bend knot NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: distinctive, flaming red hair; a pointed mustache and goatee, elegant clothing that is salt-stained and what suspiciously looks like blood; always heavily armed with a pair of pistols at the ready and a large broadsword, as well as grenades, daggers, and poisons

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: extremely smart when it comes to practical, battle maneuvers, sailing, and smuggling / spywork. can read and write as necessary for the ship's logs, and decent arithmetic, anything beyond that is a bit of a struggle and can be a little masochistic. tends to rely on natural intuition rather than planning, mostly to his success. LIKES: alcohol of all kinds: namely gin, rum, and red wine ( rumors persist that the Captain adds a little blood to his cabernet sauvignon ), the smell of black powder, oysters, catfish, gumbo, oxtail, pain de campagne, storms, nightfall, the smell of blood, oil paintings ( particularly the Dutch masters ), silver, bronze, brothels and seedy taverns, jewel-toned clothing, leather, the sound of the french language, sea chanteys and work songs, the scent of ladies' perfume, onions, lemons, brick, wood, the feel of velvet, the sound of the guitar and harpsichord, an intoxicated ballroom, working with his hands, wielding power, comprehensive control DISLIKES: democratic piracy, brassy women, colonial officials ( to the extent that he is not them and does not wield their power ), the English and their navy, gold accents, pearl accents, the feel of silk clothing ( on himself: on women it's delightful ), the sound of the violin and flute, sunny days, windless days, cowardice, surrender, macaroni fashion, the feeling of wigs ( he tolerates wearing it when he has to, but does not enjoy it ), hardtack + weevils, burgoo, salt pork – anything preserved and flavorless, bananas, strawberries, the Idea of love and its weakness, waiting, any perceived pretentiousness / academia ( decently enjoys reading/books/etc, but despises the european collegiate structure, the royal academy, etc ), structural Christianity, sand in his boots

Bio:

Gideon Gorelieu was born almost nothing to a pair of indentured servants in French Louisiana: his father repaired the local magnate's fishing fleet, his mother a maid in one of the minor sugar baron's households. he watched his two older brothers die in a hurricane that wreaked horror on their coastal community, and his younger brother never lived past childhood –– dead of sickness and starvation, and his mother died of grief soon after. with a decent knowledge of fishing boats and weather patterns, he took to sea on a merchant vessel as a green hand, but showed promise and eventually made his way up through the ranks. as an officer, he was instrumental in staging a mutiny against their captain, and the ship became a profitable smuggling operation rather than a legal merchant ship. with her dark grey sails and unique capacity for escaping the notice of the law amongst the sandbars and coves, the schooner took a new name: La Petite Revenante.

for a while, Gideon bent his head to the new captain, but in an outburst of his soon to be infamous temper, killed his only competition in a duel of honor. when they put to sea again, he raised the prospect of piracy: any dissenters had their throats slit and were tossed to the sharks, leaving only the most merciless, and callus, among them. after a few minor prizes, cutting their teeth as buccaneers and filling out their ranks, Captain Gorelieu set his sights on a Spanish frigate. the revenante's crew swarmed aboard, and slaughtered almost every single man, leaving only a few to swim ashore and tell the tale of the newly-named CAPTAIN BARTHOLOMEW GORE.

Gore rapidly became a successful pirate with his flagship, La Tuerie, in his command, taking several prizes that he allocated to the command of his officers and building out a sizeable fleet. the Louisiana governor, wishing to keep Gore as an ally rather than an enemy, offered him a commission as a privateer, a plot of land, and some political influence if in exchange he would show mercy to the colony and share his ill-gotten wealth with them instead of elsewhere. Gore could not refuse, and began construction on the place which put fear into the hearts of all those enslaved and indentured who worked on it: Bloodmere Manor. to separate the privateer who now lived in privilege and wealth ( and hard won fear and respect ) in New Orleans from the bloodthirsty pirate captain, Gore occasionally used the name Roberts in other ports like Nassau, Port Royal, and Havana, but the people of Louisiana always attributed the stories of bloodshed to their own captain.

on one of his returns to New Orleans to check on the progress of his new mansion, Gore dined with the governor and a few of the city's socialites and was introduced to Miss Priscilla de Claire, a lovely, innocent nineteen year old heiress who –– kept in the dark about Gore's piratical exploits –– was charmed by the older captain who could be most gentlemanlike when he wanted to be. he began courting her, swaying her with expensive gifts and endless attention, and the two were set to be married as soon as the manor was finished. Gorelieu began integrating himself more completely into landed society and into his role as a plantation owner, befriending the de Claire's and most of the other New Orleans families with a by-and-by more polished exterior. but by night, he drank heavily, and every time he closed his eyes began to be haunted by the faceless masses he had put to the sword.

on the very night they were wed, Gorelieu hosted the de Claire's and other prominent families in the richly-decorated mansion, but while he entertained his in-laws, Priscilla snuck off alone to explore her new home. in the basement, she discovered a chest full of relics of his pirate's life: weapons, and maps, and worst of all, the bones of his enemies, kept like souvenirs and not all of them cleaned. she confronted Gore, horrified, threatening to have their marriage annulled. Gore was incensed. ( alongside the loss of his love, he stood to lose her dowry, too ) in a fit of rage, he dashed his bride's head against the wall, and bricked her body up in it.

while the de Claire's searched the bayou endlessly for their missing daughter, assuming she had balked from married life and fled the obligations of becoming his bride, Priscilla ensured her husband could not enjoy his newfound wealth, or find any peace in the expansive house: her ghost tormented him to madness, until he fled again to sea ( hoping to escape some suspicion, as well ). but he found no respite from his bride, there, either, and the visions followed him until –– his ears filled with endless screams –– he hung himself from the yardarm, a ghostly specter on a ship of death, leaving the mansion empty of everything but ghosts.

#dossier.#captain gore.

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penwrythe · 2 years

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(Late) Swordtember Prompt 30: Guardian

Sir Luther and his curio, Apolle, spend a lovely day out during the autumn month, Exalt.

Curios are child objects who are the offspring of a deceased living object, called the progenitor. When a progenitor dies a true death, they will yield a withered kernel which will be crushed to extract its germ. The germ is then replanted in a material pile matching their progenitor's material makeup. After a few months, the curio will hatch from their pericarp (egg) and be looked after by their caretaker(s).

Mini-story below:

"So, I have an announcement…," Apolle the cloak said as she and her guardian finally settled in a nice family tavern in Vintie, Southern Longormore. Apolle's Guardian, Sir Luther the broadsword, perks up at her words as he slides into a rack-chair on the opposite side of his daughter.

Luther smiled at her, "Oh, did you get a promotion at the Vintie Well Defense? That's great --"

"No," Apolle sighed, shrugging her fabric shoulders, "I wish. Especially for all the time I had spent writing records all day for them. I got something better instead."

From her side sachel, Apolle pulls out a scroll. On its front side is a wax seal, slightly broken from being opened some time ago. Apolle opens the scroll, revealing an elaborately decorated letter. Luther leans forward, his single eye wide open as he reads the letter's print. He makes a sudden gasp, realizing this letter is from Merope Academy, one of the seven magical Academies of Pleiades.

"This soon?" he said, astonished, "But, Apolle, you just turned 19! How?"

Apolle gives Luther the letter to read. "In my application to Alcyone Academy, I--ahum--mentioned that one time I saved everyone at the Well Defense from a massive fossil outbreak. My boss vouched for me, too," she said with a shy smile, "And I also mentioned that I'm Gwuenevere's descendant and I been studying to become a mage…"

"I never thought…oh my," Luther said, blinking away tears as he finished the letter.

It was twenty-one years ago when Gwuenevere died. She was well known for advancing alchemy and fighting for the rights of all fragilekind. She was a skilled war mage who defended the freedom of Erdestra, Luther's home kingdom where he was once a ruling Arch long ago. She was also his cherished friend and, later, beloved partner.

Someone who he deeply mistreated all those years ago. After Gwuenevere saved his struggling kingdom from his foolishness when she dethroned him during the Cumulus Wars, Luther desired to make up for his wrongs. Years later on the eve of Erdestra's last battle against Janthizera, she requested him to take care of her kernel should she die in combat.

He held true to that promise.

"Oh, Apolle…," Luther said as he looked back up to see Apolle smiling at him, "I'm so proud."

Apolle reaches out and holds her guardian's gloved hand with her own. "Guardian Luthia, thank you for helping me get this far. Your stories about Gwuenie inspired me. I wanted to be just like her when I grew up. Thank you for everything."

#swordtember2022 #characterdesign #worldofrelics #themundanerealm #objectoc #objectxenofiction #xenofiction #newadultfantasy #art #fantasy #tmr Luther #tmr Apolle #tmr Gwuenevere #my art #swordtember #my writing

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scotianostra · 11 months

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On May 19th 1795 James Boswell, diarist and biographer of Dr Samuel Johnson, died.

He first met Johnson on 16 May 1763 at Tom Davies Bookshop in Russell Street. It was the start of a lifelong friendship, with eventually Johnson calling him ‘Bozzy’.

They were a dynamic duo, the self styled wit Voltaire (Francois-Marie Arouet), and political philosopher, educationist and author Jean-Jacques Rousseau.

Boswell’s remains were interred in the crypt of the Boswell family mausoleum in what is now the old Auchinleck Kirkyard in Ayrshire. The mausoleum is attached to the old Auchinleck Kirk.

#scotland #scottish #literary figure #literature #diarist #history

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