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hergan416 · 10 months

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We dropped behind duel disk guys. 4th. We got 4th 😭😭😭

#fictional weapon war #william's cane sword #kaiba is so mad at you guys for redefining kc into a weapon company again #lmao #/j #sorry ygo duel disk was a good smart play there ngl i just didnt read the poll past 'william's cane sword' because WHY WOULD I alkdjasja

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loichte · 10 months

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It's 2 AM, I have an appointment in... 4 hours but I can't sleep because of this goddamn guy in a manga

Let me just say:

The cover from chapter 67, Liam standing on his twig legs with a cane he got from who knows where. Probably stored in his room, just in case I'd still like to complain mildly. As someone who had ruptured something in her foot, walking after six weeks in a cast was... nearly impossible. I had exactly zero muscle strength left. This man up there lied in bed for almost half a year, so someone must have moved parts of his body to make sure he'd be able to use his arms and legs after he wakes up. I have a little guess, and personally I'm very happy about that:

I can't believe Sherlock is that person sleeping at a hospital bed, he's so husband material I can't

I'm giggling like a lunatic. I bet he moved Liam's limbs and stroke his cheek and-

#moriarty the patriot #sherlock holmes #william james moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty #just silly little headcanons for my silly little fanfictions #i still don't buy Liam riding on a horse for almost two days #beating asses like nothin'#with his sword cane how did he save that thing?

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badass-queer-couples-battle · 7 months

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Sword gays showdown preliminaries

Propaganda:

For William James Moriarty:

-cane sword -trained by Jack the Ripper -very smart in a stupid way -by this I mean his plan to make England better for the lower classes involves killing nobles with said cane sword and then sacrificing himself -somehow, with the help of Sherlock Holmes, this canonically actually WORKS (for the most part. The sacrificing himself doesn't happen.) -that's where we get to the gay part -this is spoilers but it says it better than I can. This is the LEAST gay adapation of how this all goes down

William carries around a sword cane as his preferred weapon. It's basically a metaphor for his entire personality, because he can easily hide the weapon to look classy and unassuming, but it's actually extremely dangerous.

For Quanxi:

She has swords and is very fast, so can use them to kill people before they even realize she is there. She also has four girlfriends.

Quanxi has four girlfriends and says rawr. The first time we see her, she slices so many peoples' heads off in a split second that she has to get out a second sword.

#sword gays showdown #william moriarty #quanxi #chainsaw man #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #csm #yuukoku no moriarty

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its-to-the-death · 10 months

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Fictional Weapon War Preliminary Round #38 - Favorites Round

Some of my favorite weapons. Choose one to make it into the bracket!

I just want to say that I have never read Mariel of Redwall but the explanation the submission was really good. Take a look at this:

That's badass

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gremlin-writes-angst · 3 months

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The Kings Blood

Chapter one of my Royal Vampiric Redacted AU

I posted " The King Precious" a small piece of this story, this is the beginning of the story. You don't need to read "The King Precious" for this story to make sense but if you'd like to it is linked

This story is about the servants so there are uncomfortable bits of unconceual stuff, I will label the chapters as specifically as I can.

Words: 1.5 k

Characters: William, Quinn, Tank, Vincent, Sam, Porter and Treasure

Tw: Servitude, mention of character death ( non-descriptive), vague threats, Quinn, Unconsensual smelling ( vampires smelling human blood), nonconsensual control ( pushing and pulling a person around) Vampires speaking down about the human race ( sees them as meat and servants.)

They were gathered at the entrance chattering among themselves

The king didn't leave often and when he did he made it a point to update his people on his journey

Except for this time

Which put everyone on edge

They were all ready for answers from their king

The chattering halted when the grand doors opened

Revealing a vampire that no one could name

The people began to talk again

Watching and judging the man as he just stood there

The sound of heavy metal hitting the floor rang through the castle

King William's cane rolled across the floor

The room filled with fearful silence

The man who through the cane spoke

“Perfect.”

Everyone was confused, but too afraid to talk or look away

“ Servants of Dahlia castle. I, Quinn Fox, have killed your king.”

The people stayed quiet but a chill ran through everyone

“ Compared to King William's power, you servants are nothing so I exp-

“ Residents.”

Vincent, the adopted prince of Dahlia, steps out from the crowd.

He moves without fear approaching the vampire

“ They are not servants.”

Vincent is too distracted by his rage to notice the vampire wave for protection, but the crowd stays silent.

Vincent steps closer

“They are the residents of King William.”

Before he can take another step, a knight blocks his way, a sword dangerously close to his chest.

The sword isn't what stops Vincent.

It is the face of the knight

“ Good Porter. Let's be a little faster next time.”

Porter moves forward forcing Vincent back into the crowd.

“ Like I said William is dead, making him no longer king. So I will call my servants what I want.”

“YOUR SERV-”

Porter's sword moves closer, shutting Vincent up

“ I dearly hope the rest of you aren't this idiotic. Yes, MY servants. I killed your king and have come here for the throne. So make way.”

Porter releases his sword and makes his way towards the throne

A few people whisper ‘traitor’ as he makes his way through

He ignores them

Many people notice a frail-looking person following behind their new ruler.

The person is shackled, bites liter their body, and their head stays pointed to the ground.

The people know what this is, it wasn't uncommon for powerful vampires to keep specific humans as constant food.

It made the people uncomfortable because they realized that could be their future

King William was described as strange by many powerful vampires, because of the way he treated humans.

Most vampires saw them as cattle, servants they could feed off and sell.

William saw something else.

He treated the act of feeding as a trade, humans sacrifice their blood and in return, they would be given extra rest from their other duties, or if they preferred extra resources.

The people began to realize that their luck had run out.

William's killer took a seat on the throne.

He was pleased, his arrogance was palpable

As Quinn sat in the throne his eye scanned through the crowd.

Everyone saw as his pupils blew open and his eyes landed on someone.

“Delicious.”

His grin grew, as the person he spotted looked into his eyes

“Porter, retrieve that one for me.”

Porter took a step before stopping as the person stepped forward their self

“I do not need to be assisted.”

The person boldly strutted up to the throne

Stopping a mear foot away from the new king

“ What is it you want from me.”

Quinn laughed

“ You are quite bold for a human.”

He waited for a reaction from the human, disappointed to only receive an emotionless glare

“Tell me precious, what's your family name?”

“ Why does it matter?”

The room got tenser every time they spoke

“Testing a theory.”

“ I never knew my family.”

“Ohh how sad. Now I'll never know for sure.”

“Know what?”

He ignored their question

“Anyone ever tell you how amazing you smell?”

In retaliation to his avoidance, they stayed quiet.

“Well, you smell divine. Quite literally in fact. You see, some families have blood that is more enticing to certain vampire clans. Cost us vampires a pretty penny. And your blood, my precious.”

He takes their hand, pressing his nose into it as he breathes in the scent of their blood.

“ Was made for me.”

He looks at them, his eyes have turned red.

He watches as the human still doesn't react.

“ You don't believe me?”

The human doesn't reply

He is starting to like this challenge

“I shall prove it.”

He stands up from the throne

He makes his way to the edge of the crowd.

Investigating the servants closer than before.

When catches a hint of what he is looking for he motions his hands

The people move out of his way.

He smiles when he locks eyes with the vamp.

He motions for the vampire servants to approach.

He obeys

“You are a vampire, correct?”

The man replies call a steady.

“Not compared to you sir, but yes.”

“Oh, I can tell.”

The king scuffed at the lower vampire

“Come”

The two make it out of the crowd and back to the throne, where the person remained

The king took rest in his throne, before instructing the other vampire.

“ Smell their blood, and describe it to me.”

The two servants faced each other.

The vampire's jaw tightened as he looked at his close friend

He hadn't done anything yet but his eyes could only be described as apologetic

“ Word of advice for the future, I am not a patient king, nor am I merciful. So, smell them.”

Sam peered through the corner of his eyes at his new supposed king.

He knew this man was dangerous

He peered back at Vincent

The only one in the castle who understood the torment this brought Sam.

Sam respected and cared for this person too much to act without permission.

This isn't how he wanted this to go.

Not to mention that he didn't need to get close to describe their scent

He knew it better than he knew his family

It was best to keep that hidden from the king

To Sam, the best choice was to defy the king.

He was ready for the punishment.

Vincent could tell exactly what he was thinking

He cursed him silently, feeling powerless

Then they lifted their hand

Sams's eyes widened

This situation was unique

But he never expected them to play this man's game.

Sam looked into their eyes.

He had never seen that look in their eyes

A little watery

So bright

With fear

With need

Their eyes were the definition of pleading

And he couldn't deny them

So as gently as he could, his hand met theirs

Taking the weight for himself

He stepped closer

He looked into their eyes again

His eyes red

Yet still full of apologies

He held this eye contact as he leaned down to their wrist

Their pulse was strong, almost racing

He noted it as fear as he took a moment to smell for their blood

Instinctively closing his eyes as he took it in

Fresh rain

Pine trees

The smell of a forest path on a dewy morning

The smell makes Sam dream of the world outside of this castle

Outside in the free, empty land that he used to call home.

He rises away from their hand, softly dropping it back to them

His eyes still closed as he takes a deep breath, cleansing his senses.

He opens his eyes

They've returned to dark silver

He gives them a comforting smile before turning to Quinn

“They smell of pine, sir.”

Quinn's smile grows

“ And what do most of the humans you feed off smell like?”

He is taken aback

“I don't feed often sir”

Quinn rolls his eyes

“Well of course, not with your weak blood. Still, answer my question."

Sam felt humiliated in front of his human friends.

Though he answered

“Meat sir.”

“Exactly, you can return to the crowd.”

Sam wants to risk a look at them but he's smarter than that.

He returns the crowd

Once he is there and Quinn knows everyone is watching he grabs the servant

The smallest gasp escapes their mouth as he pulls them closer to him by their wrist

They land on his lap

“ You see precious. Most humans smell like meat, then there's some that smell of fruit, those aren't too rare to find, just rare to find unclaimed. Now you…”

He takes a sniff from their collarbone to their ear

“ You smell like a forest. Seems unappetizing to now vampires but it's a true treat. You were made for vampires. Your family is a line of breed humans the vampire desired. Unfortunately, they weren't pleased with that life and many did everything they could to escape, even ending their own lives…but you are here, by some miracle, just for me.”

No one could see

Even if they could they were too busy watching the king

But sams mouth was filling with his blood

His fingernails made gashes in his hand

Holding himself back

Refusing to make this worse

Vincent noticed as his friend blew hot air from his nose

He was ready to step in himself to stop this from going any further

But someone else had the same idea.

“Sir, are you ready to be shown the rest of the castle?”

Porter announced

Quinn's eyes brightened ready for more royal pleasures

“Of course.”

THANKS FOR READING!!!!

Tell me if you see a grammatical mistake or if I missed a trigger warning

(Secret tip if you want more of this story then leave a like or reblog, it's my biggest motivator.)

If you want to see more of my work here is my masterlist

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #fanfic #redacted darlin #redacted angst #redacted sam #redacted audio #redacted quinn #redacted fanfic #redacted porter #redacted treasure #redacted au #royal vampires #friends to lovers

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meetinginsamarra · 8 days

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mayprompts2024 #15, nightmare

Read parts 1-10 on AO3 here

Part 11 only on tumblr so far

I just made it in time, half an hour to my midnight...

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The Perfect Place - Part Twelve

Getting out of the taxi, John promised himself that he would actually shoot the next evil cabbie that stumbled in front of his feet. How dare he disrupt the magic that had been unfolding between Sherlock and I? We were so close, John mourned, it nearly happened.

But, like the soldier that John still was deep inside, he soldiered on and stepped close to Sherlock who corteously opened the door of 221 Baker Street for him, holding it open.

“After you,” Sherlock motioned for John to pass, “it’s upstairs.”

"That’s very gallant of you," John chuckled, "are you trying to impress me?"

"It’s important to make a good first impression, I’ve been told.” Sherlock deadpanned, making John laugh.

(Actually, Sherlock just wanted to get a good look at John’s backside to memorize its size and form so that he could visit the soon-to-be-made 3D model in his Mind Palace every time he wanted.)

John bounded up the stairs, relishing in the feeling of a strong and sturdy leg. Only three hours ago, he would have needed to go step by step and lean heavily on his cane. Now, he took two steps each time and would have liked to climb up more than just the seventeen.

Sherlock came close behind John (as in close to John’s behind) and opened the door to 221b. Observing John’s expression when he first entered into the sitting-room, Sherlock was relieved to only find curiosity and wonder.

“You’ve got a real human skull!” John exclaimed and made a bee-line for the mantelpiece. Without showing any qualms, John lifted it, knocked his knuckles against the frontal bone and then turned it over, scrutinizing its occipital bone.

Watching John handling the skull made Sherlock vibrate on the spot. Awesome, John likes it, he thought, he even touches it. Oh, now he pokes his index finger into Billy’s nose and giggles. This is very promising.

Two of the ex-candidates for flatsharing had already been appalled upon first sight of the skull. Unsanitary, one had complained. Creepy, the other one ha said.

“Who’s this?” John asked after putting the skull back. “His occipetal bone shows marks typical of decapitation by a sword or similar weapen.”

“Very good, John!” Sherlock praised. “Meet William Ethelbert Wellington-Holmes. He’s been executed in 1707. Billy’s skull has been a family heirloom ever since.”

“What has he done?”

“He has been found guilty of high treason. So, you like it?”

“Sure. A traitorous ancestor’s skull makes a very unique decoration for a mantelpiece. Might even scare potential burglars away.” John chuckled.

“Billy at least scared one potential flatmate away.” Sherlock admitted. “He said that he couldn’t live together with dead human bones in a flat and that the skull would give him nightmares.”

John snorted. “What a sissy! I’d have no problem sleeping here.” Preferably in your bed, John thought, with you. For all I care, the skull could even watch.

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tagging some people @calaisreno @totallysilvergirl @lisbeth-kk @peanitbear @raina-at

#mayprompts2024 #calaisreno #number 15 nightmare #my sherlock fanfics #the perfect place #no beta we die like (wo)men

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natequarter · 1 year

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can you tell us more about your ocs?

sure! in chronological order:

diuset, a celtic leader who died of unclear natural causes. died long before the roman invasion of britain. more or less the first ghost to stay around, but unfortunately she simply does not vibe with robin. haunts button house for at least a thousand years, probably closer to fifteen hundred. moves on in the twelfth century, having seen three separate invasions of britain and having kind of moved on from watching her people disappear by this point. she does learn old english, but she's not the best at speaking it. middle-aged, and dressed in quite a lot of layers for a ghost, because it was fucking cold when she died. pale, light eyes, very red hair.

lucius, the very unfortunate ghost of a young roman soldier. held down and drowned in the lake at button house over roman-celtic disputes. roughly fourth century ad. doesn't haunt for very long, and quickly moves on.

leofstan, an early anglo-saxon peasant - about the sixth century ad. pagan - he died before england converted to christianity, and has a mix of anglo-saxon and celtic family. fourteen years old, and typically annoying - loud, brash, and rude, but a good friend of robin's. how exactly he died is unclear, but it probably has something to do with the cane and the limp. moves on in the mid-1400s, walking into the lake, never to be seen again. he likes to make fun of rich people. ashy blonde, and predictably skinny.

godric, a later anglo-saxon blacksmith - mid-tenth century. had a family and kids before some bitchass carpenter shoved him into an anvil. took damage to the brain stem, stopped being able to breathe, and promptly died. wishes everyone would just calm down a bit, which they don't, or at least be nicer to each other, another thing they do not do. has a thing for robin, more so than the various ghosts who have a thing with robin. one of about two ghosts who is genuinely a nice, pleasant person, and does not have some glaring personality flaw which ruins everything. physically muscular, with blonde curls (because blonde people exist, which i frequently forget). married with kids at the point of death. sucked off at some point before the 1500s.

william, a norman would-be crusader who died in 1096 of tuberculosis. obsessed with holy war - somewhat like a crusading version of the captain - except, well, a massive failure on the soldier front, on account of being incredibly dead. died a slow and agonising death of tuberculosis - despite being surrounded by murder victims, he had one of the worst deaths out of any of the ghosts. cheery, with a painfully optimistic streak, and an unhealthy habit of idolising military figures - even long after his death, as with richard the lionheart. in his mid-thirties; tall, and very unkempt. still has his sword (adhémar) on him, as he died with it, and, especially when he's very stressed/angry/excited, he can interact with the world of the living through it... which frequently causes havoc. sucked off shortly after humphrey died, in the early 1590s. afflicted with a terrible cough all throughout his afterlife.

geoffrey and matilda, the owners of button house during the anarchy and early reign of henry ii. geoffrey died after falling off his horse and then being trampled by it (very gory, very ouch), and matilda died of hypothermia after he failed to arrive home. she spends the entire afterlife freezing cold. they're married, and unlike most of the canon ghosts' marriages, they do actually love each other. geoffrey moves on in the fourteenth century, matilda in the early 1600s. geoffrey has short hair and a short beard, and matilda has braided brown hair. robin makes fun of geoffrey's death constantly, because he is, quite frankly, a bit useless, but he's very fond of both of them.

elizabeth, a late medieval noblewoman who died in july, in 1485. the arrival of a messenger with the sweating sickness infected her household, and she succumbed shortly after. most of the ghosts were conscious when they died; because she died in her sleep, it took a while for the other ghosts to even convince her that she had died. in her early twenties, with dark brown eyes and very dark curly hair. afflicted, much like william, with symptoms of the disease that killed her - easily tired, often dizzy or feverish (someday matilda might stop using her as a radiator). at least she doesn't cough up blood, though. they very gradually warm to each other. one of the few people to actually look out for humphrey - not that there's anyone much else to do when he first dies. robin dislikes her, on account of typical aristocratic uptightness, and her being a bit frosty towards him when she first died, because the older early/high medieval ghosts are by that point a pretty tight-knit group, to the exclusion of others. holds a grudge against humphrey's grandfather, who takes over the house a while after her death, and tries to haunt him. it does not work.

clarence, a victorian gardener, and servant to george button. poor fucker. in his thirties when a teenaged george dared him to go ice skating... you can probably guess how this ends. ice broke, clarence drowned, rip. died of shock and the cold as much as the whole water in his lungs thing. just wants to chill, but did not get that wish in the way he intended. being soaking wet is a miserable way to spend the afterlife... which is probably why he doesn't haunt long, moving on shortly after fanny dies. presumably he didn't like the taste he got of fanny. good but brief mates with robin; not really dead long enough to form close connections with anyone in particular, but it would be nice if thomas stopped trying so hard to bond with him.

#asks #bbc ghosts #this isn't even all the ocs this is just. you know. the dead bh ones #sorry this is so long lmao

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seeingteacupsindragons · 1 year

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Hi! Another Yuumori question: I was wondering if you have any theories of how William got his eye injury? Do you think him or Sherlock got knocked out first from the fall?

I think this just...isn't something that matters, narratively. We're never going to find out because it doesn't contribute to the story.

So I don't have any theories or really think about it much at all.

I mean, yeah, I have some shitposts and some wild off the wall musing sometimes...but none of those are theories; it's just me running around in a hamster wheel to either be silly or muse on potential unintended readings and contemplate what that means for me as a writer.

The only angle here that I find interesting is really if it was his cane sword. Symbolically, that could be interesting to explore. But it's pretty clear that if that did happen, they don't know, and I can't imagine they will. So.

So, anyway, I guess if you're looking for ideas that would be fun to explore in fanfiction, that's the one that jumps out to me. But none of it is canon and none of it will ever manifest in canon.

#Yuukoku no Moriarty #Moriarty the Patriot

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sokai-asuki · 11 months

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Me talking with my friend about my Role Reversal AU of Yuumori: Would it be funny if Sherlock use an umbrella to hide his sword like William use a cane to hide his sword.

My friend: But how exactly can he put the sword in an umbrella???

Me started to rethink my decision: Well I'm not sure if the umbrella at that time is the same as our time but maybe he made a hole in one of umbrella handle and put it sword there. To open the umbrella he needs to turn the handle around a little to give it an access to open–

My friend:

Me: ... Umbrella it is.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #sherlock holmes #yuumori #yuumori au #I started to rethink my decision but talking to my friend about this just give me a whole lot of idea

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lilgrimmapple · 2 years

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This was it! Basil held the bloodied shirt before him. This was the evidence he needed! Saddler was Bloody Bill! But then a cold metal pressed against the side of his throat and the detective froze in place. His eyes moved to the side and saw that it was a rapier blade. But the coldness of the metal did not nearly match the bone-chilling voice of its wielder. “Were I an impulsive man, I would have run you through before asking questions…” It was Saddler as he stood in the light of the doorway, his front completely in shadow. With one hand he had the door shut. It was like he was a completely different person. Not only was he no longer smiling, but his his voice had changed as well. It was not light and airy with sweet pleasantries. It was deep and angry. Basil was stunned. He did not hear him come in. He swallowed heavily and felt beads of sweat trickling down the nape of his neck. “But since I am not, I will allow you to explain why you have broken into my home. Now, turn around,” Saddler commanded. His tone held no room for debate. Basil did as he was told and turned to face Saddler. Seeing his face, Saddler furrowed his brows in confusion before using the blade to remove the wig from Basil’s head. Confusion turned into clarity. “Mr. Basil… this is a surprise…” Saddler lowered the sword. “I do not recall extending an invitation.” “No invitation was needed, you fiend,” Basil growled as he took off his fake glasses and showed Saddler the shirt. “Look! This is the shirt you wore when you murdered Miss Burns!” He threw it to viscount's feet. “I see,” Saddler sighed and sheathed the blade, revealing that his cane was a sword this entire time. Saddler looked at Basil emotionlessly. “You’re accusing me of being Bloody Bill, am I right? I am sad to disappoint you, detective. The blood belongs to one Mr. Smith who is currently on the road to recovery.” “What? I don’t…” Basil lowered the shirt, starting to grow confused. “Of course you don’t understand,” sneered Saddler. “Had you but asked, I would have long explained to you that I volunteer my services to the local hospital whenever they are short on surgical staff. I used to study in the medical field before I inherited this estate. If you don’t believe me, you may ask Doctor Dawson.” “Dawson?” Basil felt his heart sink further and further. This was bad. Was…was he wrong this entire time? Was William Saddler actually innocent and Basil had simply let his emotions get the better of him? If this was a mistake…it would be a major one. Saddler was no regular citizen. He was a lord. This could destroy Basil’s entire career. It would ruin him… and Anna, she would…oh god. How would he face her? “Yes, Mr. Basil. He was my teacher before he went away to fight in Afghanistan.” Saddler tilted his head and said, “now, how about you give me a good reason as to why I shouldn’t call Scotland Yard to have you arrested for breaking and entering?” ________ Basil © "The Great Mouse Detective" William Saddler © Lilgrimmapple Art © Lilgrimmapple

#My art #Bloody Bill #Silver and Gold #The Great Mouse Detective #Basil of Baker Street #jack the ripper #OC #fanfic #fanart #digitalart #disney #Basil #TGMD

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ltwilliammowett · 2 years

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Murder in the Dockyard or a question of seniority

It is 13 January 1798, two men face each other in the darkness of a dockyard in Antigua - and only one will survive this meeting...

It is January and only two ships are in English Harbour, Antigua, the sloop Favourite commanded by Lieutenant Lord Thomas Pitt Camelford, 23 years old and a cousin of William Pitt and Admiral Sir Sidney Smith. The other was the frigate Perdrix, commanded by Captain Fahie, who was not on board, leaving the ship in the hands of his first lieutenant Charles Peterson, also in his early 20s. Both went about their work, ignoring each other where they could, which already surprised many. As luck would have it, they already knew each other and not very well. Peterson had already served under him on the Favourite as Camelford, even though he had been appointed lieutenant two years earlier. However, Camelford had been luckier and, thanks to his kinship, already had a command. This already led to tensions. Even more of a problem was the fact that they were courting the same woman. Around 1798, mutinies broke out on various ships and Camelford, who as commander also had a bad reputation and a tendency to violence towards his men, found himself confronted with a burgeoning mutiny. And then the fort at English Harbour reported that enemy ships were approaching and that something should be done, but who was in command? Camelford, who as a lieutenant commanded his own ship, or the more senior Peterson. Camelford, who saw it as his duty, let Peterson know that he was in command and that he and his men would have to place themselves at his disposal. Peterson, being the senior officer, did not see the point and sent Camelford an order asking him to provide the guard boat, signed "Lieutenant Charles Peterson, Senior Officer of HM Ships and Vessels for the time being in English Harbour". The situation began to escalate.

The Caneing in Conduit Street by James Gillray (1796), a caricature of Camelford's assault on George Vancouver - showing his insane behaviour. (x)

Camelford, now fully in a rage, sent his acting lieutenant Milward and some marines to arrest Peterson for insubordination and preparing mutiny. Milward forcibly gained access to Peterson and, in a scuffle that broke out, Peterson threatened Milward with his sword. A marine sergeant then knocked the Favourite master's head off his shoulders. Peterson called his party together and disembarked (unfortunately it is not known what happened to the sergeant, but he was presumably arrested) and went to the dockyard. Camelford, who learned of this a short time later, now gathered his men in a frenzy to join Peterson and threatened to either whip them to death or shoot them all if they joined the mutiny. Milward, now completely confused, tried to mediate, and it was Peterson who made the first move. He ordered his men to ready their weapons. Anticipating that the next order would be to fire, Camelford stepped forward and shouted loudly to ask where Peterson was. I'm here, damn you!" came the reply. Camelford then asked if he was still defying his lawful orders, and when Peterson replied, "Yes, sir," he shot him in the heart at close range. After that, his men dispersed quietly.

The enemy did not attack Antigua, which was fortunate considering the chaos aboard the two Royal Navy ships. A private report by Captain Mitford of HMS Matilda, who then investigated the matter, said that "the whole thing arose out of a great deal of bad blood which has long existed between the parties" and that he assumed Camelford simply wanted to get rid of a rival in love and career. However, Lord Camelford was acquitted by a court martial, which found his actions justified. It also found that the rules were unclear as to whether a lieutenant's appointment "to the rank of commander confers on him seniority above other lieutenants". The Admiralty promptly changed this and ruled that seniority among lieutenants should be determined solely by length of service, and this remains true today. In memory of Peterson, there is an anchor in the dockyard where he died, known as Peterson's anchor.

Peterson’s anchor in the dockyard of English Harbour, Antigua (x)

Thomas Pitt Camelford, however, only continued with his aggressive and impulsive behaviour. In October 1797, Camelford commanded a ship near Grenada and attacked what he thought was a hostile but was in fact an English fortress. In Barbados, he tried to press men into service at sea, which was legal in itself, but Pitt shot two men who resisted him in the process. His family and rank protected him once again from the consequences of his actions.

However, the Commander-in-Chief of the West Indies Fleet sent Camelford back to England.There, he attracted attention through increasingly wild and violent behaviour. He was soon called half-mad lord in the press. In May 1799 he was convicted of pushing a man down a flight of stairs during an argument; this was just one of many brawls he was involved in. In January 1802, an angry crowd broke the windows of his house because he refused to illuminate the building to celebrate the peace treaty with France.

In 1804 he quarrelled with his friend Captain Best for allegedly making a derogatory remark about Camelford to the latter's mistress; the woman, a high-class prostitute, had previously been involved with Best. Camelford challenged Best to a duel, rejecting later efforts by Best to reconcile. On 7 March 1804, the two met in the grounds of Holland House. Camelford missed his opponent, but Best hit and shot him in the chest. The latter died of his injuries three days later at the age of 29.

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favourite thing about them: she's just SO silly. there's no other way i can put it. being an old character, i can't be convinced that they put much thought into her character, and devsis has just chucked traits at her since then <3 but what remains immortal is that she is Pink and Silly

least favourite thing about them: her existence implies a lot of royalist stuff. sometimes i get uncomfortable

favourite line: 'aren't you cute!'! (or possibly 'um, i'm the princess! ME!) her va's so slay

brOTP: her and blueberry are gal pals real

OTP: rasprincess ^0^ girls ever. i'm working on a fic rn and you'd all better read it when it comes out because it's making the 6th fic on the ao3 tag

nOTP: no no-nos, here! i guess i get frustrated when people put her as knight's partner to pair the spares, but i get that. i like when people go ham! she has too many hands to be tied down with one ring

random headcanon: cane user! she's partially paralyzed in her right leg and it acts up when she's under stress or malnourished. her scepter is a mobility aid

unpopular opinion: sigh.... underrated. i can't believe no one's made any aus where she has the strawberry jam sword before me :3c

song i associate with them:

favourite picture of them:

at peas......

#CATERING TO ME ANON TEHE #ask game tag #princess tag #FAVE PARTY GYAL <3

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Pairing: Hook/Tisha Allin Quote: It’s always once upon a time in New York City. Verse: Sideshow/Circus

There was nothing Tyler Senericha, Hook to his friends and the public at large, loved more than the first day on new territory. Life always seemed bustling, exciting, while setting up the tents and table that made up the midway. People would gather around to watch the newcomers, talk always abounded about the sideshow.

As a performer, Tyler was used to most gossip. He was generational, after all. His father had once been a sideshow strongman as well, the almighty Taz. Taz had taught his son all he could, hoping that Tyler would pick up on the family trade as well. And, to Taz’s delight, Tyler had. The gossip came from the act. He may have been a strongman, but Tyler was small. His strength was well hidden beneath a lithe frame, unlike most traditional strongmen. Even his friend and adopted brother William looked like a traditional strongman, with his barrel chest and thick arms. In frame, Tyler looked more like his aerialist adopted brother, Ricky.

It wasn’t the gossip about his small family Tyler minded the most. It was the gossip about some of the darker members of the circuit that bothered Tyler the most. Primarily, the gossip about the Allin family.

Darby Allin was known as the Human Skeleton to patrons of the fairgrounds the sideshow took up residency. He did a little of every acct he could. Noticeably he was a tattooed man, every inch of his skin was covered, most notably the left side of his face which gave him the skeleton moniker. Darby swallowed swords, ate fire. Everything about him was mysterious and cold. It fit his wife, a woman named Priscilla, who read futures from her crystal ball. Tyler couldn’t remember the name of her people, but Tyler knew that it was spoken in quiet and hushed tones.

Just like they spoke about the Allin daughter, Tisha.

Tisha was as talented as her father, but with her mother's proclivities for magic. Tisha could have been a talented aerialist or a knife thrower, but Tisha helped her mother by reading tarot cards. People spoke about her due to her troubles with fainting spells and having to move using a cane, and Tyler hated it. Gossip like that had no place in the word, Tyler believed. He certainly didn’t have time to continue spreading those terrible rumors.

The heavy sun beat down on the midway as Tyler pushed his mass of hair beneath his flat cap. It was too damn hot, that sticky sort of heat which made everything uncomfortable. Beads of sweat rolled down his temple as soft eyes scanned for a reprise from the insufferable heat. Seeing the first available tent, Tyler ducked inside with a sigh.

“Oh! Mr. Senericha!” came the bright voice from the center of the tent. Tyler turned to see Tisha at her table, his breath hitching as he looked at her. Her costume for her act gave the young woman an ethereal feeling. As warm as he felt in his singlet, he could only imagine what the gown of black velvet she wore felt like. “I didn’t expect to see you today!”

Tyler gave a small smile, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, “It’s hot out there. You’re not hot?”

The girlish giggle she gave made Tyler duck his head nervously. He wasn’t a man of many words, but he used them when they counted. “Oh, I’m warm enough. I run rather cold, though. I suppose it comes from having a half-skeleton as a father.”

Tyler gave a grin at the joke, “Spose you are. Whatcha doin’ in here?”

Tisha gestured to the table where a red velvet tablecloth, adorned with designs Tyler couldn’t plan laid over the circular table. On top of the red velvet sat a small deck of cards, though they didn’t look like the sort Tyler played with Ricky and William, “Getting ready to do a set. Tarot.”

Tyler hesitated, calloused fingertips briefly touching the deck, “Magic?”

“A sort of magic. Why don’t you sit? I’ll read for you,” Tisha offered with a soft smile. She sat across from Tyler, shuffling the deck, “Cut the deck anyway you like.”

Tyler cut the deck in three, his eyes intent on the task at hand, “So now what do I do?”

“Ask a question. Something that can be answered with a reason, no yes or no,” Tisha’s ice blue eyes caught his own, “Then draw three.”

“How can I understand others,” Tyler asked softly, before pulling the top three cards. The first was a set of nine cups above a seated man. The second was a young blonde, who seemed to be an angel, blowing a horn to three naked figures with outstretched arms below. The final was a fine-dressed young man, two seeming barren trees standing on either side of him.

Tisha gave an amused smile, her hand touching the first card, “The Nine of Cups. Your fulfilled, peaceful. You, Tyler, have achieved some sort of goal you have. You have worked hard to be where you are.”

Tyler could agree with that one. He had been working hard on his recent act, something to define himself. However, he wasn’t sure if that was quite it. He had intended to speak to Tisha before this, to get to know the woman. Was that what was fulfilled? “Nine of cups…”

“Then here, in the situations spot,” Tisha took Tyler’s hand, leading it to the second spot. As soon as their fingers connected, Tisha could hear Tyler’s sharp intake of breath, “Judgment. You and the rest of your friends…you are all starting to see the situation from new eyes.”

Tyler took a deep breath again, knowing the truth. Tyler was seeing Tisha through new eyes for the first time. “Must be the change of venue, a new place. You know what they say. It’s always once upon a time in New York City.”

Tisha beamed, “Never have been here before. You’re familiar?”

“Grew up around here,” Tyler gave a lopsided grin, “surprised you hadn’t.”

The two shared a look, before Tisha pointed out the final card. “The challenges spot. The Two of Wands. It’s telling you that you need rest and relaxation, time away from work. Open yourself up to the sights and sounds around you.”

Tyler wasn’t sure how those cards had answered his question. In fact, he wasn’t certain the cards had don’t anything. But some force had brought him into the tent, had brought him into contact with Morticia Allin. “Relaxation. In that case…would you like to come with me? See what New York has to offer?”

#aew imagine #aew #hook imagine #hook #original character #character: hook #character: original character #character: tisha allin #character: morticia allin #verse: sideshow

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HALF Demon V Devil may cry Au headcanon

Half Demon V will be Vergil's son and fraternal older twin brother of Nero

Instead of being Vergil's human half

He will use a katana for weapon just like his father named Kuro which would have the ability to repeat time heal and revived the dead (like tenseiga sword of seshomaru from Inuyasha)

He will be far stronger than Nero

Due to being born first by 10 minutes before him

He will be equally strong as Vergil

His body will be broad like Nero's instead of brittle and frail. And his hair would be white like all the Sparda boys

He would walk with confidence and with a mysterious aura around him just like his father Vergil instead with his canon cane

But unlike his brother uncle and father

He will be able to fight with his fists and legs

When he would face completely humans enemies

His devil trigger would be purple with demonic energy

HIS form will be black with purple wings.

His first Altair would be like in canon black with sandals

But as time progresses he would change his current clothing to a new

Similar to that of his father vergil

With the difference that his coat will be dark purple and he would out grow his hair unlike his twin that now wears his hair short somehow similar to Dante's

He would still have his three familiars with him

But this time the four of them would at the front lines together

Instead of being born from his despair trauma and Sadness

Griffon, shadow and nightmare would being born from his will and desire to protect the ones he truly cares about

Even though he would still be the must meadow and quietest of all the sparda boys

His personality will be a lot like Vergil but without the coldness and indiference Towards the humans

He would still admire their inner strength

Like in canon he will recite every poem of William Blake and Edgar Allan Poe by heart as he will read his book over again

But he will also read other literature like fantasy chronicles of Narnia the Lord of Rings Beowulf to historical literature about Albert Einstein, Leonardo Da Vinci etc.

His favourite musical instrument will be the violin

His favourite catchphrase

Will be

Don't worry I would be gentle

#Half Demon V Dmc 5 #devil trigger #Au #Devil may cry

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It’s elementary…

Genshin/Yuumori thought experiment, courtesy of having too much fun with picrew

Albert and Ayato have a similar energy so Albert gets kin-assigned sword wielding hydro DPS who makes rude rich boy comments about opening chests. William is pyro / sword(cane) / support (I don’t think I need to explain that one 😂 ). They’re both 5*. Louis would be a 4* but a must-have support, a real darling of the Spiral Abyss set (in the Xiangling/Xingqiu/Bennett tradition), and I think he would perhaps be a dendro polearm. His elemental skill would split the polearm into elemental kniiiives for him to go sicko mode (Childe/Ayato-style) and his burst leaves a field of daffodils that do a little healing/boosting/elemental infusion because Louis obviously is forced to do everything around here

Sherlock is kinda already in the game in the form of Shikanoin so he’s an anemo catalyst DPS who Throws Hands. John would be a healer obviously, and I think an archer, since Army Revolver isn’t a weapon class in Teyvat. I wasn’t sure about his element so I picked cryo basically to balance the party (RDJ!Sherlock voice: he doesn’t mind.) Similarly not totally sure of element with Mycroft; he has a little Kujou Sara energy so he gets electro, and I think he’d be a bow sub-DPS with some kind of wildly-overpowered support ability. (And perhaps he’s the only 5* in this party, wouldn’t that be appropriate, Sherly. His banner/signature weapon would be some kind of lightning-powered steampunk monstrosity that’s really more of a crossbow, courtesy of Von Herder.)

#I don’t know how to tag this but #i’m having a great time #yuumori #genshin impact #fun crossover crack #I know that’s the wrong side for Louis hair but my options were limited #otherwise pretty good right???

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I wanna!! Wanna talk about the secret case of s.h.!!! Because that comic is just, aheksgskagejsgsh in my brain

So rambling time let’s go

So so like, it’s Sherlock Holmes, but manga, and there’s watson, with a cane!!! At first it was a cane with a sword inside, but later he got a cane that can be used as a sword, somehow someway but just!!!!

Anyway the manga starts in their office, also there’s this girl, I forgot her name but in the actual Sherlock Holmes canon she’s actually a like, old woman??? But they made her into a girl?? Young woman?? here, but not in a creepy way or something. Like, her purpose in the comic is knocking sense into Watson and helps the other main character, Walter. And no she doesn’t have any romantic stuff with anyone here.

Before talking about walter, I need to point out that this is literally Sherlock x myths stuff or literature. Like there’s lycanthrope, vampires, hell there’s even this whole thing with Frankenstein project or some shit, and also there’s dr. Jekyll and Hyde!!!

Like, everyone’s is here aksjkwhsja-

Anyway, Walter is like, this teen character who was trying to seek help from Sherlock because he was, his hand was amputated by Hyde and his caretaker, his surrogate father, William gull decided to put a Frankenstein arm on him, because of Hyde or something

Also yes the case sherlock and Watson was investigating was about Jack the Ripper, who turns out to be this vampire named Vincent that’s dying or something, submit himself to the Frankenstein project, but then shit happens and now he’s killing people and mutilating them

Also William gull is also a Frankenstein project??? Like, okay he was part of the project, and they made like, a prototype Franken body, but then the building burns down, William escapes with the body, but then the body became sentient and like, absorbs him??? Idk the explanation for it was all over the place but I think that’s the gist of it

But anyway, Walter tried to seek help, but Sherlock actually went missing when him and Watson manages to caught Jack the Ripper in action, tried to stop him but instead Sherlock got attacked and they went missing in river thames.

So Watson was like, not in the mood because he lost his best friend but also, he doesn’t really like the kid because at first he thought the kid was Jack the Ripper because of the Franken arm, but after some explaining turns out he’s not.

Anyway, shenanigans happens, they went to mycroft for answers about Walter’s condition, but instead he captures them and jailed them in this underground cell with an old library outside that turns out to have like, those sentient book monsters. Anyway turns out Mycroft actually has the answer, but he wanted to have fun so he lets Walter and Watson go through hell and back just for that information.

Also!!! They did not shy away when showing Watson’s leg injury and when his cane got destroyed he was struggling!!! akejajjwkwhaja

Anyway we cut into Sherlock, who was taken hostage by Jack the Ripper, and he told him if Sherlock wants to be immortal, and then injects his blood to Sherlock to control him, because vampire or some shit

Then at one point Watson and Walter got into an argument, and Walter was left alone, homeless and nowhere to go because William gull was missing, and he had no one else, before he say Jekyll giving food to homeless kids, and tried to ask for a place to stay or something

Anyway at one point Jekyll turns into Hyde who is, a slime???? Like fucker can turn into slime and strong af, that’s why he can cut off walter’s arm with ease

But anyway the case and shit ends with them killing Vincent, who killed William, also Sherlock manages to escape his control when he was about to kill Watson, because fucker is of course smart and decided to drink something that can throw up blood, because if he throws up blood, the blood of the vampire will be gone and Walter then became friends with Watson and now Watson is like, his uncle or father AKSJKAJS found family.

Anyway good comic, definitely could’ve been better but I give it 9/10

#justtrashtalk #the secret case of sh #yeah I’ll tag that #should I tag this as Sherlock? eh sure #Sherlock Holmes #john h watson #long post #<- just to be safe #because it is long af and I literally just tell you the whole story #i would also like to mention that the mangaka is a fan of Sherlock content and myths #like. i think the one they kept mentioning was mostly the bbc show. but also like the og Sherlock and Watson look

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