#Messers

[kultofathena]

Landsknecht Emporium – Gustav Messer with Light Brown Scabbard – Beechwood Grip

Landsknecht Emporium’s Gustav is a shorter, yet wide-bladed Messer in the style of the late 15th and early 16th century; the design takes its features from several related antique Messers coupled with extant period depiction. One of the most characteristic blades for a Messer,  it has a short, yet wide blade with an elegant clip point. The sharp and well tempered blade is hand-ground from 6150/51crv4 high carbon steel and is ideal for powerful, close-quarters chops and vicious slices.

The guard with knuckle bar is crafted from mild steel and the Nagel is a separate piece peened on the other side of the quillon block, as it should be. The quillons are slid upward from the end of the grip with the blade protruding in the bottom. The tang is peened over the steel pommel plate. The handcrafted grip is crafted from two halves of polished Beechwood which are robustly riveted to the thick blade tang for a durable and lasting grip construction.

The sword is paired with a wood core scabbard which is tightly bound in leather and completed with a knotwork-attached suspension of a leather belt with a bronze buckle with brass tongue.

Landsknecht Emporium products aim to have the aesthetics of historical pieces, not the finish of mass-produced items. Each product bears the signs of its making; small tool marks and imperfections, which do not affect the build quality or usability but give each of our pieces its unique character.

[marauders-brain-rot]

Blood sweat and tears went into this

Introducing the crew behind The Messers! The new hot up and coming band sweeping hearts across the world!

Winner of the poll was Fame, I decided to go with a Band AU bc I’m a sucker for shit like that.

First introduction post out of the way The Slytherin Gang™️ is coming up next today, as well as Marlene and Mary so don’t worry!

I have a lot planned for this and hoping to have updates every Wednesday and Saturday.

With that being said, Saturday will be the first official post for the AU!

-> Next

[wabart]

he's adjusting really well I think

(transcript/descriptions below the cut)

Each image has four panels, moving left-right, top-bottom.

Panel 1: (no text on screen; Lucanis is reading a book in bed)

Panel 2: (Lucanis is picturing a scene from his book. A woman is awing over a muscular shirtless man with flowing hair, holding a gleaming rapier. Text on screen from top down:)

Woman (words are partly obscured): "Wow, it's Orlesian Count Humphrey D'Hunkry. Check it out, he just totally curb stomped that evil Count Uggo-Fuggo, thank (unintelligible). I sure hope we get to see a full character arc, but I guess a really weird sex scene is fine too."

Humphrey D'Hunkry: "All in a day's work for me, Count Humphrey D'Hunk (he said sexily)."

(See a body with an arrow pointing to it and the caption "Bad guy (murdered)")

(See Spite reading over Lucanis's shoulder, saying "This shit blows.")

Panel 3: (Text at the top says "Later...")

(Large cloud behind Lucanis says "BOOM")

Panel 4: (No text on screen. Lucanis is looking back at Rook, emoting with "?". Rook is covered in blood in the foreground)

Panel 5: (Lucanis is a vague human silhouette in the background. Rook is standing in the foreground, covered in blood. A Venatori lies dead, also covered in blood, with the caption "Venatori (Brutalized)".)

(Spite hovers over Rook's shoulder, saying "Woag")

Panel 6: (A closeup of Lucanis's face. He looks infatuated. He is imagining the two characters from his earlier story kissing, surrounded by hearts and the word "MWAH".)

(Behind him is the repeated phrase "Don't say it".)

Panel 7: (Rook speaks from off-screen: "Hey are you ready to-")

(Lucanis cuts him off and says "We should kiss".)

Panel 8: (Rook is looking over his shoulder, blood on his face, squinting. "..." is beside his head.)

Panel 9: (A zoomed out shot of Lucanis standing there blushing, also with "..." next to him.)

Panel 10: (See Lucanis from behind as he shrugs, saying "Why would Spite say such a thing?!")

(Spite is beside him, saying "Hey!")

Panel 11: (Lucanis is lying in bed staring up at the ceiling. Various thoughts surround him: "Why did I say that" (repeated 2x), "Why did I say that??", "'we should kiss...'".)

(Spite's thoughts also surround him: "He thinks you've lost it", and "You suck at this".)

Panel 12: (Rook is sitting at a desk, writing with a quill. "Scribble Scribble" is in the air next to his hand.)

(In the upper right corner is the journal entry he is writing:)

"3rd. Solstice

Investigated Venatori activity in Dock Town - leads on the "Arbiter".

Mess. (Messere) Dellamorte has fully lost it.

New boots ordered."

[official-stabbrot]

hast du bernd big naturals?

[lxvvie]

[If you've not played or finished the DLC yet, read at your own discretion!]

Being in a relationship with Messmer the Impaler consists of:

The initial beginnings of your relationship are a... blur. At least they were for Messmer. He's yet to understand how this happened to him but happened it did. Whether it's a trick of the light or his mother's intrusion, he's not sure but he'll entertain his mongrel intruder for the time being.

He does remember your attempts to engage him in simple talk, however. They were humorous, admittedly. You'd talk and talk and he'd simply stare at you.

Realizing that for all of Messmer's cold brilliance, your getting close to him makes you privy to just how self-loathing he truly is. If you thought Morgott was bad, Messmer may arguably have him beaten. All things considered, you can't blame him.

Messmer being hot and cold when it comes to physical affection, even though he stubbornly refuses to admit he's touch-starved. It's equal parts self-loathing (again) and his serpent... er, companion. His serpent companion who's quite curious of you. His serpent companion whose snoot you've taken to booping seeing as it stays in your personal space. You've... done this to Messmer, too, with varying results.

To piggyback off of this, Messmer is a walking, talking furnace. Good for when there's a nip in the air.

Finding his voice to be so sonorous you could listen to him speak all day if you could. Messer fails to understand this. In fact, he just thinks his voice is just like any other.

Asking him about his upbringing and Messmer remaining tight-lipped about it. He might occasionally give you something, but that's about it. However, he's more interested in your life and how you became Tarnished and managed to make your way down here and gain his affection.

For all his disdain for his mother, there is an interest in knowing the current affairs of the Lands Between that Messmer has kept under wraps. Until you, that is. It's adorable whenever he gets curious and asks you to tell him about it. If things were different and he wasn't cursed, he could... he really could have... Mother...

His interest really piques when you tell him about Jarburg, though.

Surprise kisses. Because not? If they don't do anything else, they hilariously and adorably throw Messmer off and he'll get flustered. He'll never not be thrown off by your affection and he likes it more than he cares to admit.

[illustratus]

The Enchanted Garden of Messer Ansaldo by Marie Spartali Stillman

[tshortik]

Been rattling this character around in my head for a long time and finally sat down and designed them. The protagonist for a story I am fooling around with – Messer.

[zekewavev2]

Messmer inspired Ghost King Danny

(I've been playing Elden ring: Shadow of the Erdtree A LOT since it came out the 21st of last month, I'm like obsessed, such a good dlc)

[moonriseterror]

POV: Random tarnished yaps thru your fight after breaking into ur house

[nocternalrandomness]

Military Aviation Museum's restored 1943 BF-109 over the Virginia coast

[kultofathena]

Tod Cutler – 16th Cent. Brueghel Messer with By-Knife

The Brueghel Messer is a fierce short sword by Tod Cutler has a blade forged from tempered EN45 high carbon steel. The guard and pommel cap are steel and the long bladed dagger is securely constructed with a full tang construction of two wood grip scales which are stoutly riveted directly to the blade tang and then supported with a peen over the pommel cap. It is paired with a utility by-knife of matching tempered steel with a grip of finely polished wood. This German / Swiss fighting blade is matched with a high quality dagger of fine leather that has a slot not only for the Messer, but for its companion by-knife as well.

Tod Cutler takes its inspiration for the recreated German / Swiss Messer from the paintings of Brueghel, of which many feature lower status men with short Messers or Bauernwehr. Many of these feature side rings or a knuckle bow. Like these originals, the Tod Cutler Brueghel has a stout, thick spined and rigid blade with appleseed edge geometry. These large daggers and short swords are clearly shown as work-a-day tools and are entirely about practicality without the finery associated with swords of higher classed personages. The emphasis was all about creating a tough and dependable cutter for self defense and a fierce sidearm for war.

[iamdangerace]

Svetlana ‘Zombierella’ Nagaeva

[piranya]

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[gothabilly-kitty]

[escapedaudios]

Very fun fact: Father Ernst from Der Wolfsjäger doesn't look like a human. He very conspicuously looks like a ghost. His skull is visible under a barely visible and almost completely transparent ghostly aura that only vaguely resembles human flesh.

Schäfer doesn't notice during her first encounter with him because she's so fucked up from blood loss, hypothermia, and the Mondheuler curse that she can barely see, but it's very obvious to Jäger. He draws his weapon immediately for a reason; Father Ernst is horrifying.

He is Der Schnitter Tod. He's actually not a ghost at all, but an angel. He shrugs off Jäger's suggestion that he's a ghost and a dead man because he's very aware that he's not dead; he is death. He won't acknowledge that he's an angel of death, but he won't lie either. When Jäger starts to wonder that he might be something other than a ghost, Father Ernst tells him that he is simply a child of God. The blade on his scythe is invisible until it's time for your life to end. If he appears before your time has come, it instead resembles a shepherd's staff.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 31 - Insecure

@jegulus-microfic May 31, Word count 1101

Previous part First part

This is it, the final part. I hope you enjoy it. I'm just going to go cry that it's over. Love you all xxx

Sirius dropped down next to James and looked thoughtfully at his brother. 

“What is he? A, maine coon?” He tilted his head, trying to see all of Regulus. Remus leant over and traced the flickering star shape on Regulus’s chest and looked closer at the glowing eyes. 

“I swear I’ve read about a cat like this somewhere,” He screwed up his face as he tried to recall the information. 

Peter crashed through the trees and came to a stop beside them, his hands on his knees as he bent over and inhaled huge gulps of air. He looked over at Regulus in his cat form. 

“Oh, he’s cute,” He wheezed. Regulus hissed at him. “Sorry, regally handsome,” He corrected. Regulus let out a little huff. 

“I think he’s a Cat-Sìth.” Remus started, explaining, "They were these huge cats that lived in the highlands. They used to go and mess about with the muggle farmers, so the wizards in the area told the locals to leave out milk for them on Samhain so they'd bless them, or they’d dry up all their cow’s milk. There was also something about the muggles believing that the cats were really witches that could transform into a cat. And there was something about them stealing souls. But everything I read said that they were all black cats apart from a white patch of fur on their chests and eyes that glowed in the night.” They all looked at Regulus with scrutinising faces and nodded along in agreement. 

Regulus transformed back into his human body. 

“Ha! I’m a legendary myth,” He pointed at Sirius, gloating. 

“You might transform into a legendary myth, Reggie. But at the end of the day, you’re still just an itty bitty ickle pussycat.” Sirius took off running and transformed into Padfoot mid-step as the giant black cat of legend chased him into the forest. James couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him as he heard the unmistakable yelp of a dog being attacked. 

“We should probably go and break them up,” He said to Remus and Peter. They followed the sounds of barking and hissing through the trees.

“We’re going to have to add him to the marauders map and figure out a nickname for him now, aren’t we?” Remus chuckled as Sirius yelped again. 

“Yeah, I think we have to,” James grinned happily at the thought.

***

He was nervous. More nervous than he’d been on the night he’d first turned. He’d followed James, Sirius and Peter out into the grounds. It was still light, but the sun was rapidly sinking towards the horizon. 

Regulus watched James fold away the marauder’s map, now proudly emblazoned with the names, Moony, Wormtail, Eclipse, Padfoot and Prongs. They had decided on Eclipse after they’d pulled Regulus off of Sirius, because James said, with the white flash, he looked like a solar eclipse, with a tiny bit of light in the total darkness.  

The whomping willow reached towards them as they neared. Violently slamming its branches down at them. He watched as Peter transformed into the tiny rat. He scurried under the flailing limbs and pressed a little knot on one of the tree's roots. The willow froze, not even its leaves moved. The four of them slid into the opening at the tree’s base and dropped into the tunnel below. 

Regulus had to stoop to walk forward. He had no idea how Remus walked down here, he must have to nearly crawl. 

The tunnel finally opened up to reveal a door. Sirius pushed it open, and they stepped into the dusty, mouldy insides of the shrieking shack. 

“They send Lupin here?” Regulus asked incredulously. No wonder he’d caused himself so much damage. 

“Better than being locked in a cell made from silver under the ministry,” Sirius said blandly. Regulus turned to his brother, shocked. 

“Is that really what they do?” 

“Yes. Registered werewolves have to report there before the full moon.” Sirius replied. 

“But silver is poison to werewolves,” Regulus argued. Sirius nodded sadly at him. 

“That’s the point, Reggie,” Regulus’s eyes flickered to a spot on the wall behind Sirius’s right shoulder. There was a long deep gouge carved into the wall. His eyes widened as he realised what had caused it. 

“Just how big does Remus get?” He asked, feeling insecure for only a second as he pointed at the claw mark on the wall. Sirius grinned. 

“Let’s just say he makes me look like a puppy.” Regulus stared at him open-mouthed. 

They had to hide quickly when they heard Madam Pomfrey and Remus coming down the passageway. They ran up the stairs and hid in one of the bedrooms until Madam Pomfrey left. 

Sirius rushed back downstairs ahead of them and checked Remus was okay by running his hands all over him. 

“Sirius, I’m fine, stop fussing me,” Remus protested, pushing Sirius away. James pulled Regulus in close. 

"It won’t be long now, love. You ready?” Regulus looked up into James’s eyes and felt completely safe.

“Yeah,” He smiled, being completely truthful. He looked around the room at the four people in the world who truly cared for him and chuckled under his breath.

“What’s so funny?” James asked, his voice full of kindness. Regulus stood on tiptoe and kissed James before he answered. 

“I’m so glad I was out picking fluxweed while a crazed werewolf was running amok.”

“Hey!” Remus feigned outrage through gritted teeth. 

“It's time,” Sirius said, giving Remus one last kiss before he changed into Padfoot. 

Regulus watched through his new eyes as Remus dropped to the floor screaming and writhing. Sirius whined and danced about on his feet and Remus broke apart and reformed as a truly enormous wolf. Eclipse craned his neck to see all of him.

The wolf and the dog sniffed each other excitedly and Padfoot licked the Moony all over his face, wagging his tail excitedly. It took a while, but the wolf eventually spotted the cat. He let out a low growl, but Padfoot rushed to Eclipse’s side and whined at Moony, pleading. Wormtail scuttled forward and sat at Eclipse’s feet. Prongs came to stand behind them all, his antlered head slightly lowered in case he needed to protect them. 

Moony leaned closer, but Eclipse held firm. Moony shoved his nose into the white fur on Eclipse’s chest. Eclipse put his paws on Moony’s muzzle and stood up on his hind legs. The werewolf stared into the Cat-Sìths eyes, recognising him as another legendary creature. Eclipse purred. An approximation of a smirk crept across his feline face, knowing everything would be alright.