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blueraineshadows · 11 months

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*slams credit card on the table*💳💥 💳💥 i would sell my soul for a continuation of where seb and mc left off after he slipped that ring on her finger

😆 gotta love a cliffhanger! Here is the fic where Seb slipped a ring on her finger ---> HERE

Picking up where Seb has Apparated MC and himself away from the confrontation in Hogsmeade, and they are now in his Feldcroft cottage. NSFW 🌶🔥❤️

She didnt know how long they had sat, kissing, on the floor. She thought that maybe it could never be long enough. They had so much time to make up for. But then, Sebastian stood and held out his hand to her. MC took it and he helped her to her feet. He cupped her face, gently. "Are you alright?"

She nodded. The adrenaline of facing up to William like that had worn off, and tiredness pulled heavily at her, but she felt safe. "If someone had told me I would be standing here with you at the end of the evening, I would have thought them quite mad."

"Same," he said, smiling. His thumb brushed against her cheek, his smile fading. "Any regrets? I mean, what he said about your reputation, your job. Would he really make life that difficult for you?"

"He might," she sighed. She put her hand over his, her finger tips grazing gently over his knuckles. "But I could never regret leaving with you. I just wish I'd had the nerve to find you sooner."

"Well, we're together now," he said. "Let's not worry about William tonight. He can't get to us here. We can figure out our next move tomorrow, but whatever it is, I am going to be right there with you. And next time, I wont think twice about hexing his arrogant mug."

She nodded. At his mention of being here together, alone, her eyes drifted towards the curtain that closed off the sleeping area of the cottage. Her pulse skittered and she looked back at him.

"There are two beds," he said. He really had a talent for reading her like a book. "We don't have to share one if you'd rather not."

MC was reminded of the offer William had made to her only that morning, the very reverse of this one, trying to convince her to share a bed with him. The very thought had made her blood run cold.

Now, standing here with Sebastian, she realised that the thought of being parted from him, even if only across the room, was too much to bear right now. It had taken them years to finally be able to hold each other. How was she supposed to let go?

She cleared her throat. "Is there somewhere I can freshen up?"

"Of course," he said.

He warmed some water for the basin, and found a shirt for her to wear. When he went out to fetch some more fire wood, MC went behind the changing screen and began to loosen the ties for her dress. The corset was so tight, the back having been laced by William's house elf, a grim mouthed little thing she hadn't much cared for.

MC tugged and gave a frustrated groan at the blasted thing. She hated corsets and frivolous silks. She missed the freedom of cotton blouses and duelling trousers, much preferring sturdy boots to little kitten heels. She kicked off the offending heels and tugged the stockings from her legs.

The sound of the door announced Sebastian's return, and MC paused to peek around the changing screen. He put the logs in the basket before kneeling before the fire, feeding it to boost the flames. A swirl of chill night air had come into the cottage behind him and goosebumps spread up her arms.

She bit her lower lip, watching the way his shirt moved across his shoulders as he stoked the fire. Her intake of breath was a little shaky, and she pressed fingers to her collar bone, smoothing along the skin he had kissed, remembering hia searing kisses. She shivered.

She ducked back behind the screen, turning to face the wall, hand pressed to her throat against her fluttering pulse. "Sebastian?" She called. "Would you mind? I could do with a hand."

She heard his footfalls as he approached, her heart in her mouth, but she didn't turn to look as he paused by the screen. She could hear his breathing, feel the burn of his gaze on her back. "Could you help loosen the laces of my corset, please? It's too tight for me to do it properly."

"Of course, seeing as you asked so nicely." She could hear the smirk in his voice.

He joined her behind the screen, and anticipation made her body burn, the seconds stretching between the pause of his step and the feel of his fingers on the laces.

Her own fingers toyed with the silk of the gown, the bodice of which was pooled at her waist. He tugged at the laces, a knuckle brushing against the skin of her back, and she felt the corset begin to loosen. She sighed a little in relief, her breasts relaxing after being squished behind their bonds.

Once the corset was undone, her hands fluttered in front of her breasts, nervous. Should she hold the corset in place and dismiss him? Or, should she let it fall away from her flesh? She felt the last lace pull free and the corset sagged. She realised she was breathing a little faster, the sound soft in the confined space behind the screen.

Sebastian placed a warm palm between her shoulder blades, the touch gentle, and then his hand smoothed up to the nape of her neck. She sighed again, closing her eyes. She felt her breasts tighten at the touch, the peaks hardening against the loose corset.

Then, he was sliding the pins from her hair, slowly, one by one, his fingers easing her locks free to spill down her back. Another shiver washed over her at the feel of his hands in her hair. It was intimate, personal, and it filled her with a need so strong she could almost taste it.

His hands cupped her shoulders, smoothing down her arms to her hands where he linked their fingers. He lifted her arms just enough and the corset slid forward, exposing her. He was closer, she could feel the heat of his breath at her ear, it was as fast as her own soft gasps. She squeezed her fingers around his, hungry to feel those hands on her skin.

The heat of his mouth moved lower and he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. She tilted her head to give him more access. His lips moved, his kisses becoming firmer at her willing invitation. The corset slid to the floor, forgotten, his hands releasing hers to skim her waist, sliding smoothly over her skin to settle below her breasts.

Her head fell back with a gasp, the movement lifting her breasts, begging for his caress. He was so gentle, a whisper of skin against skin as he cupped her, a thumb teasing softly over one hard nub. She moaned, the sound so close to his ear, it made him exhale sharply.

So intent was she on the feel of his hands caressing her breasts, she hadn't even realised that one of her own arms had reached up to thread fingers through his hair. His caress moved to her sides, finger tips smoothing over the reddened marks where the corset had pinched her. He bent to press a soft kiss there, just below her breast, his tongue swirling over the sensitive skin.

She turned, needing to see him, his face was soft, his eyes darkened by his desire. She felt a sudden shyness, her arms hovering in front of her breasts. He held her close and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "We can stop," he whispered. "As much as I want you, I would never do anything you didn't want. You're safe with me."

She fiddled with the front of his shirt. "I want you too," she said. She felt a blush warm her cheeks. "It's just...I've never done anything like this before. I've never..."

She swallowed and looked down, but he caught her chin with gentle fingers, lifting her gaze to his. "Never? Not even with your fiancé?"

She shook her head. "He wanted to, but I couldn't. I didn't want to because...he wasn't you."

Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise, he even blushed a little. "I'm not sure I deserve such an honour."

Her gaze dropped to his mouth and she wondered how many girls he had kissed, how many times he had taken one to his bed. It hurt her heart to think of it, but how could she blame him? He had owed her nothing. But, how could she ever live up to the girls who had come before her? She wanted to please him, she wanted him to feel the pleasure that he gave her. The brief touches she had already tasted held so much promise, her body burning desperately for him. She wanted to return that.

"Can you show me how?" The words were a whisper. "I don't want to disappoint you."

He held her face. "Listen to me," he said, firmly. "You could never disappoint me. You must never think that. Look at you! You're beautiful, just one look at you sends me spiralling. It drove me crazy seeing you in the pub earlier, so close and yet so out of reach."

"When you touch me it's like I'm going to be swallowed in flame," she admitted. "I've never felt like that with anyone. Just you."

"I have to admit, I do like the way that sounds," he said. A gleam entered his gaze. He leant his forehead against hers, his eyes on her mouth, his breath hot. "Mine, and only mine."

Her pulse fluttered and she stared at his lips, her tongue sliding to wet her bottom lip. "Will you take it?" She breathed. "Take what is yours, please."

The passion in his kiss seared through her, his tongue sliding into her mouth, claiming her as she had asked. She clung to him, arching her body to feel the warmth and safety she craved from him. He tugged at the last fastenings of the dress, his patience now gone and he yanked hard, the rending of torn silk reaching her ears. The dress sank to the floor and he lifted her out of it, carrying her to the bed.

He placed her on top of the blanket, pausing to shed his own clothing before joining her. Her eyes were greedy, taking in the toned muscle, the soft trail of hair that led down below his navel. And, of course, the hard shaft of his arousal.

She leant up on her elbows, a little breathless at the sight of him, even a bit intimidated by the size. She squeezed her thighs together at the thought of him inside her. But then he was kissing her, his mouth tasting her skin, moving down to take a breast into his mouth. She gasped, her hips lifting to aid him as he slid her underwear free. Now, they were both naked.

She pulled him against her, moaning at the feel of their skin finally pressed together. She moved against him, delighting in the friction.

"You feel so good," he gasped. His hand moved to her hip, rocking her against him, his arousal digging eagerly against her thigh.

She smoothed her palm over his behind, moulding it, loving the feel of it after admiring the way it curved through the fabric of his trousers. She moved her hand over his hip, hovering close to where he throbbed eagerly for her. He took her hand and guided her, wrapping it around his length. She looked down, fascinated, as he showed her how to stroke him. A sound left his throat and she smiled. She was making him feel good. It made her feel empowered. He wanted her and she could give him what he needed.

He returned the favour, his fingers seeking out her heat and she gasped, her thighs instinctively parting for him. He stroked with slow, deliberate caresses, her slick spreading to ease his teasing. She couldn't help the sounds that fell from her lips, her head fell back, and she was like a desperate, wanton thing. He swirled over her clit and she cried out, a pressure building as he stroked to a rhythm that had her panting and clutching at him.

She didn't think it could feel any better, but then he slid downwards and she stared, wide eyed as he moved his mouth close to where his fingers worked. Heat flooded her cheeks at the intimacy of this gesture and then he was kissing her there. His tongue replaced fingers and she thought she might actually die, the fire inside her flared so dangerously. She was soaring to a height that made her head spin, her pelvis rocked, the need to grind against him almost unbearable. "Sebastian," she panted. Her fingers gripped at his hair. "Oh...oh..."

She felt the dip of his fingers, probing gently, sliding slowly into her as his tongue drove her higher. He pumped his fingers, twisting and curling them, picking up the pace. She could hear the wet, desperate sound of herself, the pressure almost unbearable but Merlin's beard, she did not want it to stop. Her arm flung out, fingers gripping the blanket, tugging at the fabric as though she was about to slide off the edge of the world.

And then she felt a deep clenching sensation, fiery waves of delicious release washing over her, and her eyes squeezed shut, an animalistic sound bursting from her lips. She was breathing so hard and fast as her body became fluid, sinking back into the mattress, spent.

Sebastian withdrew his mouth and fingers, she whimpered, not just at the loss of him, but also at the little pulses of aftershock. He gathered her in his arms, pressing kisses to her breasts, her neck. His hand smoothing along her waist and down to spread her leg wider for him.

"You're amazing," he whispered. He kissed her mouth, his lips and tongue hot and wet. She could taste herself, and wondered briefly how he would taste if she took him in her mouth. She moaned, her hips flexing. She felt him reach down, the press of him against her slick folds.

"Relax," he urged. "Deep, even breaths. You're doing great, so fucking perfect."

He moved to kiss her ear, his tongue sliding along the outer edge. She could feel the fire reigniting, the coil of her need twisting into life. He pressed into her, his tip nudging gently, in and out, easing her. "That's it," he whispered into her ear. "Good girl. I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to make you mine. Is that what you want?"

She flushed hotly at his filthy words. Her breathing hitched madly in her throat, her body arching greedily. "Yes," she moaned.

He pressed in deeper and she felt the sting, the stretch. He stroked her, kissed her ear, easing back out and then in again. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned. "I need you."

She gripped his hips, lifting her own to meet him, her heels digging into the bed. With each gentle slide of him, in and out, the sting lessened. She moaned as the new, full feel of him began to send waves of tingles deep inside her. She glanced down, watching as he thrust.

His face was set in concentration, his brow creased, his lips parted with his pleasure. She could see the restraint he was clinging on to. The sting was gone, and he felt so good, so right.

"More," she urged.

He met her gaze. "Does it feel good?"

She nodded. He watched her, eyes lidded, and he thrust deep. She groaned and he slid right back, for a desperate moment she feared he would pull out all together, and she sank her finger nails into his hip, urging him to stay in. He smirked and thrust firmly, sinking all the way in. Her moan was his reward.

She couldn't tear her eyes from his as he kept up these deep, hard thrusts. She could feel that pressure building, making her soar higher again. This time, she knew what it meant, and anticipation tingled on her tongue.

He looked down at where they were joined. "Oh fuck," he panted. "Fuck, yes."

His words sent sparks of flame through her. Who knew she liked dirty talk? The rough edge to his voice was a massive turn on, she wanted more. She slid a palm down his chest, her finger tips trying out a teasing pinch of his nipple. He moaned, the sound giving her a thrill, so she pinched again, harder.

He shifted to lean on one elbow and then he began to thrust harder, faster, his other hand reaching down to grip under her knee. He bent her leg up, easing her open so she could take him even deeper. She felt the slide of him against somewhere deeply sensitive inside of her and she arched, his name spilling from her lips.

Her release gripped her, a sudden deep clench that made Sebastian utter a low growl, he buried his face into her neck, his teeth biting down into her skin. She whimpered, stunned at the raw emotions rushing through her, her body pulsing around him. And then he, thrust deep, holding himself there as he spurted his own release. She could feel the throb of it, her arms holding him close, his heart thundering against her chest.

For a while they lay quietly, holding each other, savouring the closeness. She nestled her face against his warmth, breathing in his scent, feeling a tension slide from her. This was absolutely where she belonged. She had known it back in the Three Broomsticks, and now it was confirmed.

She brought her hand up to look at his mother's ring on her finger, no, her ring. He had given it to her. He wanted her by his side forever. "When do you leave?" She asked.

"We leave in two days," he said. She looked up at his choice of words. He smiled. "How do you feel about Italy?"

"Isn't that where you just travelled from?"

He nodded. "It is, but I want to take you there. I want to see it all again through your eyes."

Her heart danced in her chest. This was actually happening! "I will need to fetch my things, and say a few goodbyes, Poppy will have wondered where I ran off to."

"We can do all of that," he smoothed her hair back from her face. His eyes grew serious. "I will never forget how you stood in front of me, blocking me like you did. When you reached back for me, holding yourself to me..."

He paused, swallowed hard. "I already knew I loved you, but what you did, it said more than any words. When he caught us, I thought you would have gone to him, but you didn't."

"I realised it was what I had always wanted," she said. "I had to stop letting William make my choices for me. It would always be you, Sebastian. Always."

....*....

When MC awoke, the bed beside her was empty. Immediately, she sat up. Wrapping a blanket around her, she moved out from behind the curtain and saw Sebastian with an owl, a letter in his hand. "What's that?" She asked.

He turned to her, pulling her closer to kiss her forehead. "Good morning," he said. He held up the letter. "From Ominis. I sent an owl after you fell asleep last night. This is his reply. He is meeting us in London when we collect your things."

"Really?" It would be nice to see him again, she realised. "What about William?"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about him," Ssbastian said, his smile smug. "Ominis thought him a right prick, and has already used his connections to make sure he won't be a problem. Your reputation is perfectly intact. As for William's..."

MC widened her eyes. "My goodness! But, why would Ominis do all that for me?"

Sebastian frowned. "Why would he not?" He took her face in his hands. "I love you, he knows that, and he also cares for you, he wants us to have what we have always wanted. Each other. Like me, he would do whatever he had to in order to keep you safe, happy. People care about you, MC, people love you. You will never have to suffer the likes of William again as company."

Her throat felt rather thick all of a sudden. "Thank you."

"Ominis is also going to bear witness for us," he said. He slid a thumb over her lips, pressing a kiss there. "After collecting your things, we will marry. We can leave for Italy as man and wife. If you still want to, that is?"

"Oh, yes, Sebastian," she said. She wrapped her arms about him, the blanket slipping free of her grasp, but she didn't care. She was no longer shy of him. She clung to him, his arms strong and warm as they held her close. "It is exactly what I want."

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #blueraineshadows #sebastian sallow smut

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araiz-zaria · 1 month

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DUEL ME AT DENNY'S IHOP! 😤🔥🌊

❌ FIGHT DUEL ME AT DENNY'S PARKING LOT!!!

✅ DUEL ME AT IHOP!!!1!!1!

James Barron totally said this y'all 🤪💀

I just found out recently that not much of the Bladensburg's Duelling Fields was preserved, so today the site where Stephen Decatur duelled James Barron was bordered by a cemetery and...an IHOP.

😅😅🥴🙃🥴

(so yeah, I reckon why not draw this 🤪🤪)

Meanwhile this was what their seconds were doing:

(Decatur's second William Bainbridge to the left, Barron's second Jesse Elliott on the right)

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scotianostra · 7 months

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On October 1st 1568 The Bannatyne Manuscript was published by George Bannatyne, an Edinburgh merchant.

Bannatyne collected the most extensive collection of early Scottish poetry in existence, the manuscript contains texts of the poems of the great makars, many anonymous Scots pieces and works by medieval English poets and those from further afield.

In 1568 the plague struck Edinburgh. Hidden away in a country retreat, trying to escape the pestilence, city merchant George Bannatyne whiled away the time compiling an anthology of poetry. Little did he know that his manuscript would play a unique part in preserving his country's poetic heritage.

The Bannatyne manuscript contains some of the best work of Scotland's most important mediaeval poets. It is our only source for some poems: without it, we would have lost Alexander Scott's welcome to Mary Queen of Scots ('Welcum illustrat Ladye and oure quene'), William Dunbar's poem to Queen Margaret Tudor ('O lusty flour of yowth benyng and bricht'), Robert Henryson's pastoral love-poem 'Robene and Makyne', and many others. In other cases, the Bannatyne Manuscript preserves the most reliable text for modern scholars. The works it contains range widely: religious verse, love poems, moral fables and scandalous flytings, all find a place in it. The flytings are my favourite, the most interesting section to me. Flyting was a way of duelling with words, an exchange of insults, often conducted in verse, between two parties. Many people make comparisons with modern day Rap Battles.

Over the centuries many scholars and literary greats have poured over the manuscript, including our be-turbaned Edinburgh poet, Allan Ramsay and Walter Scott. Many of the religious gatherings predate the Reformation, they take up the first of the five sections it is made up of.

The "Secound Pairt" is made up of poems with moral or philosophical themes, three's writings are dedicated to comic entertainment with a heavy bias toward satire. Love themes make up the next section although it splits them into sub-sections "Ballatis Of Luve Devydit in Four Pairtis" And of course no compilation would be complete without politics, which makes up part five, along with fables, including those of Aesop.

Back to my faves, Flytings, the most well known example is "The Flyting of Dumbar and Kennedie"

There is no date for the poem but one of the "Flyters was the poet William Dunbar who lived from 1456-1520, he was the court poet to King James IV.

This is part of the opening from Dunbar;

The erd sould trymbill, the firmament sould schaik,

And all the air in vennaum suddane stink,

And all the divillis of hell for redour quaik,

To heir quhat I suld wryt with pen and ynk:

For and I flyt, sum sege for schame sould sink,

The se sould birn, the mone sould thoill ecclippis,

Rochis sould ryfe, the warld sould hald no grippis,

Sa loud of cair the commoun bell sould clynk.

Translated to;

The earth shall tremble, the firmament shall shake,

And all the air with venom quickly stink,

And all the devils of hell in fear shall quake

To hear what I shall write with pen and ink;

For when I flyte, some man for shame will sink;

The seas will burn; the moon will be eclipsed;

Rocks will split; the world will lose its grip;

The bells will clang in bitter loud lament.

You can find the full text of the exchange here http://www.oxfordscholarlyeditions.com/…/actrade-9780198118…On October 1st 1568 The Bannatyne Manuscript was published by George Bannatyne, an Edinburgh merchant.

Back to my faves, Flytings, the most well known example is "The Flyting of Dumbar and Kennedie"

There is no date for the poem but one of the "Flyters was the poet William Dunbar who lived from 1456-1520, he was the court poet to King James IV.

This is part of the opening from Dunbar;

The erd sould trymbill, the firmament sould schaik,

And all the air in vennaum suddane stink,

And all the divillis of hell for redour quaik,

To heir quhat I suld wryt with pen and ynk:

For and I flyt, sum sege for schame sould sink,

The se sould birn, the mone sould thoill ecclippis,

Rochis sould ryfe, the warld sould hald no grippis,

Sa loud of cair the commoun bell sould clynk.

Translated to;

The earth shall tremble, the firmament shall shake,

And all the air with venom quickly stink,

And all the devils of hell in fear shall quake

To hear what I shall write with pen and ink;

For when I flyte, some man for shame will sink;

The seas will burn; the moon will be eclipsed;

Rocks will split; the world will lose its grip;

The bells will clang in bitter loud lament.

You can find the full text of the exchange here http://www.oxfordscholarlyeditions.com/…/actrade-9780198118…

#scotland #scottish #history #manuscript #Publishing history

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detective-and-dreamer · 3 days

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Because someone - @capn-twitchery - made me think more about Emory's family, here's the basics before they show up in any further fics:

Roughly a decade after the fall of London, a girl in her late teens left Khan's Shadow. She loved her home and the urchins she had grown up alongside, but had no desire to spy or fight for anyone. Who cared about political allegiances when there were treasures out there to be stolen? Duels to be won? Epic zee-ztories to become a part of? No, she was going to become a pirate on her own terms and no one else's. This girl, Erdene, would go on to gain notoriety and become known as the Gilded Corsair.

Around the same time, two sailors of a similar age came to the Neath, chasing rumors of strange and thrilling sights. Aubrey Hayes, who would become the Exuberant Rogue, settled in easily, pleased that nobody questioned him saying he was a man. His friend, William Delaney (later known as the Taciturn Explorer), wanted to see everything these dark waters had to offer. They found work and started their new lives as zailors.

Before Erdene and Aubrey earned their titles, though, they met in an island's dockside tavern. They got into a friendly fight that turned into a one-night stand and parted ways; they would not cross paths again for over a year.

It eventually became clear that this night had had...consequences. Since Aubrey and Will had fooled around before, there was some concern the child might be his and much relief when it turned out otherwise. Will instead became an honorary uncle, helping out while Aubrey did his best to track down a girl he'd only met once. He figured she deserved to know, at least.

When they did meet again, Erdene could hardly deny Emory was hers; they were practically her spitting image. She was anxious and uncertain, but stepped up to do her best. Between all of them, they managed to raise Emory more or less effectively, though his upbringing and education were a bit unconventional. Over time, Aubrey and Erdene also realized that they did, in fact, get along very well. After a few years of this somewhat backwards courtship, they had a small but raucous wedding.

The Gilded Corsair's husband and their friend remained on her crew up until Emory was somewhere in his mid-20s. The Taciturn Explorer left them to join him on the Aegis for at least a few years, being interested in Lenora's expeditions which were focused more on knowledge than profit.

From time to time, Emory's parents show up, board his ship, and spend some time with the rest of their family. In turn, whenever Emory is away from London for a long period of time, he does his best to track them down for a visit.

Fun facts:

The Gilded Corsair is known as such because she is constantly dripping with jewelry. She has a reputation for being ruthless and strict, which is deserved, but she's not outright cruel or unpleasant. Treat her fairly and she'll do the same - for the most part. If you have something she really wants, not much is going to stop her from taking it.

The Exuberant Rogue loves duelling and sparring. If you befriend him, he'll almost always be eager to test your skills. The fish tattoo on his hip is for Emory, who he fondly refers to as "little fish."

The Taciturn Explorer may not enjoy long conversations (Aubrey befriended him mainly through persistence), but he'll warm up to you if you give him some new study materials. He was the one who taught Emory the majority of their navigational and cartographical skills.

#reference #The Gilded Corsair #The Exuberant Rogue #The Taciturn Explorer #anyway we joke about “plot relevant babies” but Emory is MY plot relevant baby

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iwannapushthebutton · 9 months

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Duelle (1976)

dir: Jacques Rivette

dop: William Lubtchansky

#duelle #jacques rivette #filmstills #filmstill #french cinema #1970s #juliet berto #bulle ogier #nicole garcia

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historicalfightingguide · 9 months

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youtube

"Knights and wealthy urban citizens competed in a wide variety of knightly games, which ranged from barely restrained simulated warfare to those whose purpose was pure spectacle. Understanding the nature of these competitions, from their rules and cultures to the kinds of specialty equipment necessary for them, helps us better understand the wide utility of fencing skills, and can make us better understand and comprehend our sources. This lecture was recorded at the Ars Gladii Open in May, 2023."

Folks may or may not understand how tournaments of the time are relevant to modern HEMA, but the fact is that anyone taking part in tournaments and doing well would have to possess skills useful whether one is duelling, fueding or taking part in wars. And these things would at times even overlap. Furthermore they're an expression of the culture of the time and related to more general motivations and ways of thinking that influenced folks doing 'real fighting'. And on top of all that, various manuals we study do talk about or at least reference tournaments, or certain of their aspects, while others merely see them as another situation in which you can express the art you learn. This lecture has some but definitely not full overlap with the 'murderhobos' podcast episodes on William Marshall, if you enjoyed it,I do suggest checking them out.

For anyone who hasn’t yet seen the following links:

Some advice on how to start studying the sources generally can be found in these older posts

Remember to check out A Guide to Starting a Liberation Martial Arts Gym as it may help with your own club/gym/dojo/school culture and approach.Check out their curriculum too.

Fear is the Mind Killer: How to Build a Training Culture that Fosters Strength and Resilience by Kajetan Sadowski may be relevant as well.

“How We Learn to Move: A Revolution in the Way We Coach & Practice Sports Skills” by Rob Gray as well as this post that goes over the basics of his constraints lead, ecological approach.

Another useful book to check out is The Theory and Practice of Historical European Martial Arts (while about HEMA, a lot of it is applicable to other historical martial arts clubs dealing with research and recreation of old fighting systems).

Trauma informed coaching and why it matters

Look at the previous posts in relation to running and cardio to learn how that relates to historical fencing.

Why having a systematic approach to training can be beneficial

Why we may not want one attack 10 000 times, nor 10 000 attacks done once, but a third option.

How consent and opting in function and why it matters.

More on tactics in fencing

Open vs closed skills

The three primary factors to safety within historical fencing

Worth checking out are this blogs tags on pedagogy and teaching for other related useful posts.

And if you train any weapon based form of historical fencing check out the ‘HEMA game archive’ where you can find a plethora of different drills, focused sparring and game options to use for effective, useful and fun training.

Check out the cool hemabookshelf facsimile project.

For more on how to use youtube content for learning historical fencing I suggest checking out these older posts on the concept of video study of sparring and tournament footage.

Consider getting some patches of this sort or these cool rashguards to show support for good causes or a t-shirt like to send a good message while at training.

#hema #historical fencing #tournaments #jousting #lecture #william marshall #Youtube

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Actors outside of 1776 part 2

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𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙩

“𝘼 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙣. 𝘼 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙣𝙩.”

BASICS

Name: Victoria Augusta Somerset

Birthday: 26th of March, 1858

Zodiac sign: Aries

Weight: 62kg

Height: 1.57m

Religion: Anglican

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: Black

Faceclaim: Emily Blunt (especially in The Young Victoria)

FAMILY

Mother: Helene Somerset, neé Greengrass

A squib from the pureblood family of Greengrass, Helene was named after Helen of Troy, for her beauty and wit was incomparable. Her family bashed her for her ‘shameful status’ and at 16, she changed her name to Catherine Donovan and started serving as a lady’s maid in the famous household of the Somersets at the service of Lady Olympia Somerset. They even eloped and married in secret with Olympia as their witness and the one to pay everybody involved to shut their mouths in December 1856. The new year was rocky, for William and Olympia’s parents tried to annull the marriage, but Olympia’s auspicious marriage made it possible for them remain married in exchange for an heir. That year, in 1857, George was born. In 1858, they’d have Victoria, named after the queen so they’d be back in favour. Helene quickly gained popularity and, with the help of Olympia, she became yet another fellow socialite of the era, the ton quickly moving on from that.

Father: William George Somerset, fouth of his name

The firstborn son, he was named after King William IV and was a sweet, but authoritarian man who always knew he’d be viscount. He was engaged to Evangeline Beaumont, the daughter of a broke earl. Three months into the engagement, he met his sister Olympia’s lady’s maid and fell in love with her intelligence and beauty and soon dumped Evangeline for her. They eloped and married in 1856 with the help of his sister and Helene conceived George during that time. His parents didn’t approve of their marriage and tried to send her away and marry him to Evangeline, but he revealed that she was pregnant with their son and heir and the parents gave them a chance, not wanting the family to be stained with a bastard situation. In 1858, they had Victoria.

In 1873, William died of gout and didn’t get to see the tragedy befalling his son and his daughter becoming the second viscountess in her own right.

Other relatives: Olympia Somerset, aunt & godmother

Olympia is Vcky’s idol and has always admired her beauty and wished to be more like her. She once aspired to be like her: to marry someone wealthy and with titles and was for a long time her protegé. Olympia was the one to defend her when her Hogwarts letter came and the one who made sure her parents stayed married. She was her rock for years, supporting her as the rightful heir of Winbourne over their own son.

Friends: Alina Mikelova (sister-in-law)

Alina came into Vicky’s life during her engagement and eventual marriage to her brother George, and became her rock and best friend after Olympia passed away, taking her under her wing, for she was a foreigner and didn’t know the customs of the time. They soon became best of friends apart from sisters and Alina, even in her grief, was happy to accept Victoria as her successor for viscountess. They loved one another dearly and their tombs, as well as their husbands’, are buried in the same crypt.

Significant Other: Vincent Joseph Gray

Victoria and Vincent met at Hogwarts. He had heard that an important lady of high society would be coming. By this time, it was a rare thing. She was sorted into Ravenclaw and he was in Slytherin. They hanged in different groups and didn’t see each other much... until fifth year, when Vincent bluffed that a woman like Victoria (who was present) wouldn’t match his duelling skills. She calmly smiled at him and stupefied him, slamming him against the wall and told him “A fool plays the game to win. A wise one plays their opponent.” She then whispered “Do not doubt my prowess or skill. I am match for any man like yourself, Mr. Gray.” Ever since, Vincent became smitten with such an intriguing and ardent woman, falling head over the heels. By that time, Victoria had remained in Hogwarts to escape an engagement to a much older man, and Vincent declared his love and went as far to ask permission to her parents to court her. Seeing an escape of a wealthy man who wouldn’t annex Winbourn to any land, they accepted, wanting her married before her 20th birthday.

They married in June 1877, and both had a close and loving relationship. Sadly, Victoria miscarried a child early into 1879. In 1881, they had their first and only child, Primrose. By law, she got his name, and wasn’t expected as the heir. They lost another four children of miscarriages and the doctor told off Victoria on getting pregnant no more, or else it’d kill her. Though he was afraid of getting her pregnant again and killing her, they got up to stuff and remained close until 1898. Victoria fell ill with cancer and wouldn’t survive for long. In August 1899, Victoria passed away, and Vincent was devastated. He went on a trip for a secret business he never revealed and found out too late that the Duke of Buckingham had seized Winbourne and Alina hostage and would marry her by any means unless Primrose, who was just 17, surrendered to him and marry him in Alina’s stead. She did neither, and after a night’s ride in a stolen Abraxan, got Winbourne back with the help of the village with a motivational speech in which she said “I am aware that I am young and feeble still, but my heart and will are a Viscount’s one, and most certainly of a Viscount of Winbourne. I’ll have you know I’ll happily die before I am submitted to a tyrant’s will.” She duelled him and won, which made him extremely proud of his little girl. This action would always be remembered by everybody for years to come. Vincent joined her in eternal peace in 1923 of old age.

PERSONALITY

Overall personality: Victoria is lady-like, well-read, polite, passionate and stubborn as they come. She also has a bravery and temper of a thousand fires, which was passed down to their daughter.

Positive traits: Kind, polite, well-read, lady-like and brave.

Negative traits: Stubborn, proud, haughty and a bit entitled.

Guilty pleasure: French goods

HOMETOWN

Winbourne Estate, Leeds, England (1858-1899)

Vicky grew up in the lap of luxury and with everything handled to her, dressing the best clothes and best tutors and education. At the age of eleven, she received a letter from Hogwarts and went there despite many of her family members’ oppositions, and she thrived there.

She lived her whole life there, and died there as well. Her bedchambers and goods were passed down to her daughter and heir. To this day, these chambers are used by Viscountess Diana, her greatx4granddaughter.

BACKSTORY:

Victoria Augusta Somerset was the daughter of William Somerset and Helene Greengrass. She grew up spoiled and as a Lady of the house, training to be the wife of a upstanding man of wealth and lands. All that changed when her Hogwarts letter came in her eleventh year and she went there against all opposition. In 1873, her father died whilst in negotiations to both his children’s marriage. Victoria was but fifteen at the time, while George was sixteen.

During that time, she courted fellow student Vincent Gray and fell in love with him. In 1876, George married Alina Mikelova, and they became close friends. Sadly, tragedy befell upon Winbourne in 1878 when George was killed in battle while Alina was pregnant. The baby was born dead and it was clear that, with no other Somerset males that could step up and marry Alina, Victoria became viscountess alongside her husband, Vincent, whom she had married the year before (1877). Sadly, the following year, she gave birth to a stillborn daughter. She was determined to have an heir, and in 1881, she gave birth to Primrose Sabrina Gray, whom, after many miscarriages throughout the decade of the 1880s, would become the heir. In 1890 she started her exquisite education before she entered Hogwarts as well, and she thrived there as she had done all those years ago.

She was a fair and loving viscountess, and it’d remain so until 1898, when she fell ill. In her last moments, she drew up a will where she allowed her daughter to retake her maiden’s name so the Somerset line still continued after her then 17 year-old daughter were to marry. She also begged for her engagement to be over by any means so she could marry for love. She passed away in August 1899, and her daughter would be the most powerful and rich viscountess of her time, and in the history of Winbourne.

MISC

Due to her upbringing, she knows how to read, recite poetry, modern and ancient languages, sew, play the piano, dance and sing.

During her stance in Hogwarts, she polished her skills with help and was able to develop some duelling skills, though she was more interested in history and charms

She was the one to uncover that her ancestor, Henriette of Wessex, had possessed magic but was erased from the history books by her successsors who had been born squibs

Challenging Victorian motherhood, which was cold and left to other people, Victoria raised Primrose herself, breastfed her and was close to her own child. If this hadn’t been the case, Primrose’s story would be different

She was some sort of mother fugure to Henry of Alderly ( @gaygryffindorgal ) and though often judged by them, she was well-liked by high society

She met the Queen in 1874 and again in 1880, and introduced Alina and Primrose to her when their time came, and was liked by the Princess of Wales, who was the future Queen Alexandra of Denmark. She didn’t live to see her crowned, or see her daughter become one of her favourites at her court.

She, like Henriette, challenged misogynstic views and hired a fencing tutor for Primrose. Little did she know that this skill would be critic for the history of Winbourne

She is the second most cried viscountess, after her daughter Primrose

#hp victorian era #side character #character profile #victoria somerset #hp legacy era #oc: primrose sabrina gray #vincent gray #victoria x vincent #somerset family

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The inherent eroticism of duelling with your enemy

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“Historian Berry has written that during Burr's sojourn in that city the youthful Hamilton [William S. Hamilton] met him face to face and determining to avenge his father's death or fall in the attempt, challenged his father's killer to mortal combat. But Burr refused on the ground of disparity in their ages and the son was thus compelled to permit his father's murderer to go unpunished.

How true Berry's account may be it is impossible to know at this late date; suffice it to say that the facts ring true to the character of Willinn Stephen Hamilton. Edgar Hamilton, & nephew of William Stephen, has expressed doubt as to the authenticity of the story and in a letter to Cyrus Woodman, June 2, 1880, says:

‘‘In respect to the act of seeking Burr in a duel to avenge his father's death, I will say that his mother took pledges from all of her sons according to the best family traditions against duelling. William S. Hamilton loved his mother too dearly to violate his promise.”

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Further Muldoon argues that if Hamilton was willing to violate his family's faith multiple times, then William would be inclined to as well. But I personally side with Edgar H. more in this argument, William was closest with his mother and would have understood the amount of hardships she's been through (Plus with just a severe lack of concrete evidence, I'm still dubious to believe the take of William challenging Burr to a duel).

A great important detail though, is that after the turmoil from the family's past experience with duels - leading to the eldest son, Philip Hamilton's death, and then the father, Hamilton - Elizabeth forbad the rest of her sons from dueling, and had them promise to never duel themselves.

#amrev #american history #american revolution #elizabeth hamilton schuyler #elizabeth schuyler hamilton #elizabeth hamilton #elizabeth schuyler #william stephen hamilton #william s hamilton #aaron burr #hamilton family #history #hamilchildren #hamilton children #hamilkids #hamilton kids #cicero's history lessons

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𝓐𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓶 "𝓐𝓫𝓮" 𝓐𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓗𝓮𝓷𝓻𝔂 𝓐𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷

Ravenclaw • Half-blood • British • ENFP • Libra • Beater • Troublemaker • Auror • Journalist

Name: Abraham Aurelius Henry Alden, future Earl of Dorset

Nicknames: Abe, Alden

Birthdate: October 8th, 1874

Zodiac Sign: Libra Sun, Virgo Moon, Gemini Rising

Personality Type (MBTI): ENFP – The Campaigner

Sexuality: heterosexual

Gender Identity: Wizard (he/him)

Blood-Status: Half-blood

Nationality: British

Residence: Exeter, England

Hometown: Exeter, England

Languages: English, French, Italian, Ancient Greek, Latin

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Thimothée Charlamet

Hair: brown, slightly curly, usually tousled

Eyes: brown

Height: 186cm

Weight: 70kg

Body Type: slim, athletic

Skin Tone: light, warm

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): -

Family

Mother: Anabelle Minerva Alden née Silverthorn. Ravenclaw, pureblood, former Unspeakable and ancient runes specialist. Broke off all contact with her parents, they consider her a disgrace for marrying a muggle. Met Vincent during an undercover investigation, charmed him with her intellect and iron-will. Stopped working at the ministry after giving birth to their first son, William.

Father: Vincent Edmund William Alden, Duke of Exeter, Earl of Dorset, firstborn son of Edmund Albert and Elisabeth Viktoria Alden. Loving but strict father. Encourages learning and critical-thinking but is concerned about their status and would rather have his sons behave and conform, at least in public. In that matter Abe can give his father a bit of a headache.

Older Brother: William Jupiter Theodor Alden, future Duke of Exeter, older brother by four years, griffindor, Auror. A little arrogant but a kind soul. Charmer. Loves to lecture Abe, only because he wants the best for him. The golden son.

Magic

House: Ravenclaw (tied with Gryffindor)

Best Class: Defence Against the Dark Arts, Muggle Studies, History of Magic

Worst Class: Divination

Quidditch: Beater

Clubs: Duelling Club

Wand: Apple Wood, Phoenix Core, 14 1/2” Length, Slightly Yielding Flexibility

➔ Applewood wands are not made in great numbers. They are powerful and best suited to an owner of high aims and ideals, as this wood mixes poorly with Dark magic. It is said that the possessor of an apple wand will be well-loved and long-lived, and I have often noticed that customers of great personal charm find their perfect match in an applewood wand. An unusual ability to converse with other magical beings in their native tongues is often found among apple wand owners, who include the celebrated author of Merpeople: A Comprehensive Guide to Their Language and Customs, Dylan Marwood.

Animagus: –

Boggart: him being ignorant (don’t know how that would manifest yet, any ideas?)

Riddikulus: tbd

Patronus: Lynx

Patronus Memory: Sword fighting with his brother in the backyard (using branches)

Mirror of Erised: himself as a Professor for DADA and/or Muggle Studies

Amortentia (what he smells like): leather, a hint of ink, cedarwood, freshly mowed grass, cinnamon

Amortentia (what he smells): tbd

Magical Abilities: -

Career

Ages 11–18: Student at Hogwarts

Ages 18–36: Auror, Freelance Writer

Inherits the title Earl of Dorset at the age of 26

Ages 36–retirement: Professor for Muggle Studies, Substitute teacher for DADA

Personality & Attitude

Personality: great speaking and duelling skills, likes to question things and has a tendency to get into trouble, loves a good book and has a slight obsession with bikes that just now started to pop up, well-versed on muggle matters, curious, well-read and chatty, idealist, appreciates a good challenge, can be very random at times xD

Strengths: enthusiasm, sense of justice, perception, improvising, communication skills, highly empathetic, helpful

Weaknesses: tends to worry a lot, can be impulsive

Stressors: not being able to solve a problem or help people out (drives him crazy), he’s not that easily stressed tho but when he does gets a bit emotional

Comfort: reading a good book out in nature, friends, riding a bike or horseback riding

Priorities: his friends, social progress, justice

Favourites

Colours: neutral colours

Food: -

Drink: Earl Grey

Flowers: lavender, dandelion

Books: North and South – Elizabeth Gaskell

Weather: warm and sunny

Hobbies: conversing, reading, writing, telling his friends about muggle inventions, fencing

Style: usual upper class/noble wear but prefers to dress more casually

Relationships

Significant Other / Love Interest: Emmeline Antonia Falcon @endlessly-cursed

Will add a brief summary of their story later…

Best friend: Oscar Alatar Erdstern — met in their first year at Hogwarts, hit it off instantly and have been friends ever since. They often stay up late to talk about anything and everything.

Friends:

Violette Jolie Durand — met her a week before school started (5th year), strolling through Diagon Alley, running errands. Overheard a conversation she had with a shop-owner, mentioning that she’s transferring to Hogwarts. So he decided to go talk to her. Violette was a little wary in the beginning but Abe was persistent and soon they found out they had a lot in common and became close friends.

Primrose Gray @endlessly-cursed

Henry of Alderly @gaygryffindorgal

Open for friendships. If your interested DM me :)

Random HC

likes to read books outside or between shelves in the library

loves his brother but thinks he‘s a little too stuck in his ways

supporter of social movements (of both magical and non-magical nature)

his brother got him into quidditch; practicing with him since his brothers first year at Hogwarts

doesn’t really like all those big feasts he has to attend but does enjoy a good conversation or debate with the few people that share his views or are at least open to a constructive debate

great conversationalist

likes bikes so much because they give him a sense of freedom

gets super excited when he learns about a new muggle invention

is a bit of a rebel, doing things his own way rather than conforming to set rules – which gets him into trouble from time to time

knows how to speak a little bit of German, thanks to Oscar

sometimes writes poetry to process thoughts and feelings, but keeps it more of a secret

#hphl #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #my ocs #ocs #mcs #aestehtic #moodboard #ravenclaw #abraham alden #wizarding world #hphl profile

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