#Sutton temeraire

[crownomancer]

Captain Sutton.

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Captains dancing <3 (Click for better quality) (In order: Granby, Little, Chenery, Harcourt, Tharkay, Laurence, Roland, Demane, Berkley, Warren, Sutton)

Kofi

Pairs under cut :)

[themundanemudperson]

i was walking home from school, and while i was at a crosswalk a truck drove by, with the name "sutton" on the side

and the temeraire brainrot made me go "SUTTON?? LIKE CAPTAIN SUTTON?? MESSORIA'S CAPTAIN SUTTON??"

the chokehold this series has on me is astonishing

[mx-myth]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Temeraire - Naomi Novik Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lily's Formation - Relationship, William Laurence/Tenzing Tharkay, John Granby/Augustine Little Characters: John Granby, Augustine Little, Catherine Harcourt, Matthew Berkley, Captain Sutton (Temeraire), Micah Warren (Temeraire), Chenery (Temeraire), Jane Roland, William Laurence, Tenzing Tharkay Additional Tags: Everyone is in Love with William Laurence: The Fic, laurence has a protagonist halo, Crack Treated Seriously, Crack, Hijinks & Shenanigans, why isn't there a tag for the formation captains, jane is only there for like a hot minute, except for the formation the romantic relationships are background, laurence gets hit on repeatedly, Aromantic Character, Asexual Character, Aromantic Asexual Character, guys this is just for shits and giggles

Summary:

Everyone decides that they're going to hit on Laurence. Laurence continues to be oblivious to any and all advances.

[guesst]

fic recs!

during/pre book 1

skylark Soldiers have their marching songs and sailors have their shanties. Of course aviators and dragons must have their own ways to keep the pace.

natural wonders One naturalist, obsessed with ocean fauna. One newly hatched dragon, eating up the local sheep herds. What else is there to say?

little bitty pretty one “Imperials are bred to live within the walls of the emperor’s palace; that is why you are petite, so that you may fit into some of the most important chambers in the world. The only dragon more highly regarded amongst the Chinese is the Celestial, which is sometimes no bigger than a single ton, although I understand they do vary.”

“Oh,” Temeraire said, drooping. He darted a glance at Laurence, as if shy of his reaction. “So I will not grow much more after all?”

“You will still grow some,” Sir Edward answered, laughing. “I have never met an Imperial, as they are certainly too valuable to be flying around outside of China, but to my understanding you may grow up to four tons yet, if you continue eating well.”

by the river, on the wing

As the third son of an earl, Laurence has the Skill, of course. His knowledge of the matter is not as strong as his father would have liked, since he ran away to sea without completing his training--but there is one thing he is sure of: animals cannot be Skilled. Except, apparently, the dragonet aboard his ship.

marks of esteem

Laurence's first months in the Aerial Corps have been a long slog of one social mishap after another. In this tradition though, the Navy men and aviators are perhaps not quite so different.

some mysteries

Chenery and Sutton request Granby's aid for a very serious matter

patience, friend

“Volly! Good name, Volly? Good name, good dragon?” “Yes,” James said, and laid his hand on his dragon’s head. "Good name, good dragon.” 

No one pays much attention to Greyling hatchings, except of course the boys to whom they mean everything.

from the bulrushes

“What an incredible creature you will be,” he said quietly, “and what a boon for England.” An old hurt panged in his chest; bringing the egg up from the shore was likely the greatest thing he would ever do for his country, and it had only been dumb luck that brought him such a chance. For a moment, he thought of the ships sailing past down the channel, towards Gibraltar or Africa or India, and had to swallow that long-held longing. The chance for such a path was passed, and not only passed, but passed by twenty years. He ought to have released such foolish childhood dreams by now, and yet even a pastor must be allowed an occasional harmless indulgence, he hoped.

“You will go very many exciting places, I expect,” he told the egg. “I hope you do not mind the sea, after the tumble it has given you.” He patted the egg and, to his astonishment, it made an audible gurgling sound beneath his hand, as if in answer.

fics with some book 2 spoilers

the first knight

In a world where Laurence is born perhaps the most aggressive dragon breed ever he will still be a proper, honourable one. And little prince Tienxiang will still meet him, because some things are universal constants. The Imperial Court doesn't know what is going to hit it very soon.

diplomatic compromise

On the voyage to China, a member of the prince's party tries to kill Laurence. Then it happens again. And again, and again. It's very hard to remain diplomatic under these circumstances.

beautiful

Lien would like to return to her egg now.

the paradox of not wanting to be spoiled and wanting to consume every piece of media about this series on tumblr...im being torn apart

[werewolves-are-real]

Are you able to share some snippets of what you are working on?

Sure! I wrote this as part of the immortal-Laurence fic, but I’m not sure yet if i’m keeping it - the fic might go in a very different direction. Undetermined.

Warnings for, uhh, angst and torture? And dissociation? Trauma. Technically murder. Ahem.

The Tswana call hima devil.

Or that is thenearest concept that can be translated. They say he has dark magics,that he is evil. They think that learning how to kill him will helpthem learn how to subdue England and all their enemies. And so theydo kill him, many times, but it never sticks.

They drown him.There's a small cavern near King Moshueshue's hall, a place thatLaurence might have called appealing, once. There's a small spring ofwater that wells up from an invisible source in the ground. Tiny mosscarpets the surrounding rock, green and inviting.

A few Tswanaguardsmen drag Laurence up to the pond. They push him on his knees,on the spongy moss, and press his head into the water.

Sometimes theypull him out choking and gasping for air. Sometimes he lies stillbeneath the water for minutes or hours or days, blinking in and out ofawareness in small sparks of pain, lungs heavy and full. Then he's onland and vomiting impossible amounts of water, impossibly alive. So theywhip him instead. Choke him with their hands. Stab himthrough the heart.

And he lives. Healways lives, even when he dies a thousand times.

They burn hishands and feet. They carve flesh from his arms. Some of the wounds healfast, the ones that should be fatal. Some of the wounds do not. Menpour salt on the seams of his skin and Laurence would scream, excepthe can't, because he's drowning again.

And then there isa reprieve each night - very brief, and almost worse because beingleft alone means he gets to feel every ounce of pain his body candetect. His clothes are drenched with blood the first time they tosshim back into the cave-prison where the other aviators are keptalive.

People shout. Someone starts crying, and everyone panics when a shocked voice cries,“He is still alive!”

Then the voices –the aviators, his crew – torture Laurence further. They try to wraphis wounds, clean them, pushing and pulling at his broken, uselessbody. 

There's no point. Laurence doesn't care about infection.

The next day theTswana come back. Instead of taking Laurence they grab a youngLieutenant from Captain Chenery's crew, who lies and says that he isthe next-highest ranking officer before Chenery can volunteer himself.The Tswana do not return that night.

On the thirdmorning they take Laurence again.

He will never knowabout the fierce argument that resulted from this, will never learnthat three aviators died struggling to keep him in the cave beforeCaptain Chenery, desperate and guilty and defeated, ordered them tostand down. And he will remember only in hazy, horrible flashes thethings the Tswana did every day thereafter.

That's probablyfor the best.

Laurence losestrack of time. He's never sure at any given moment whether he is safewith his officers or about to be murdered. He drifts through the painand lets people do what they want. If the Tswana try to question himfurther he cannot hear, and could not muster up the energy to answer,anyway.

One night a voicedrifts up and reaches through his agony.

“I don't know ifhe can survive this for much longer,” says Dorset. “In fact I ambaffled he still lives at all... Captain Laurence? Can you hear me?”

“I think theyare coming back,” says Emily.

______________________________

Everything is verybright

Someone pushesLaurence down a deep gorge, screaming, and he falls and falls andfalls through a layer of clouds. Dragons fight over his body andcarry him away. Leaves flutter across the ground, pressed by a cruelwind. In his ear someone says “It's alright, Sir. Just keepwalking. Keep walking.”

A black dragongrabs him and will not let go. A village is torn apart. People spillfrom the houses like ants, mice. Bodies fall in the dirt. Buildingstopple.

Somewhere there iswater, and when Laurence touches his face he is covered in salt.

“CaptainRiley,” someone says. “Berkley – god – come speak tohim...”

There is noceiling. The sun beats down and it burns. The whole world is beingconsumed. They could not kill him with whips or knives, they couldnot drown him, and now Laurence is going to burn.

But then the windturns gentle. He sleeps and the earth sways, as it should. Sometimeseverything turns dark and quiet and nobody talks at all.

Nothing hurts.

And then, one day,Laurence looks around. He's sitting in a circle with the otheraviator-captains, and oddly with Mr. Ferris, who curls one hand in aloose grip around Laurence's arm. Harcourt is slumped fully onBerkley's shoulder, very pregnant, with her back up against Maximus'broad side. Chenery and Little play piquet while Warren and Suttontalk quietly beside them, both of the latter holding half-depletedbottles of rum.

Laurence issitting on the deck, too. Behind him a dragon shifts around for amore comfortable position, scales sliding against the soft fabric ofLaurence's coat. The striped yellow hide clearly belongs to one ofthe Yellow Reapers. Maybe Immortalis.

“That is nota better hand,” complains Chenery.

Little smiles. “Itis not my fault you cannot keep the cards straight. And I have aquatorze.”

“I only do notunderstand why there are so many card games,” says Chenery.“Look, see, I drew three Kings, and you only have four Sevens.Isn't mine the better hand?”

Laurence assessesthe game at a glance and responds, “No, it is worse.”

The reaction tothis statement is dramatic.

Little drops hiscards. They splay out across the deck when Chenery jumps to his feet.Next to Laurence, Lieutenant Ferris jolts and swears. Harcourt givesa startled shriek. Berkley grabs her, also cursing.

“The devil,Laurence!” Berkley cries.

They are on theAllegiance. Of course they are on the Allegiance, exceptthat doesn't make sense, because weren't they just...

Laurence frowns.Lieutenant Ferris grabs his arm again, holding him fast when Laurencetries to stand.

Everything seemsvery, very bright.

“Pray stayseated,” says Ferris urgently. “I will fetch the surgeon atonce.”

“The surgeon?”asks Laurence, baffled. But Ferris just nods toward the others andsprings to his feet, vanishing.

Harcourt has ahand over her mouth. Warren, eyes wide, stares unblinking at Laurencewhile Captain Chenery moves beside him.

“No, pray do notmove,” Chenery entreats. “Laurence, what do you remember?”

Laurence shakeshis head. He has never been very familiar with Captain Chenery. Themost they ever spoke was when...

Laurence flinches.

He shouldremember, he should. He doesn't want to. “We were captured,” hesays. He looks around; the other captains seem stricken, waiting insilence for him to say... “I do not remember how we arrived here.”

“It's beenalmost three months, Laurence,” says Berkley. He looks horrified.“Gods. We are almost back in England; do you remember none of it?”

“Three months?”Laurence echoes.

“You have notsaid a word,” says Little quietly. “Just wandered around in a daze; youcannot recall?”

He remembers adark cavern, and hands on his shoulders, and the water -

Laurence flinchesforward and presses a hand against his head. Chenery grabs for himimmediately.

“Oh, hell,”says Sutton. “I am going to go find Temeraire before he notices andstarts tearing the place apart. Get him some water, will you? Helooks ready to be sick.”

[crownomancer]

Finally doing a full sketch of these three. I love them. I still need to do proper ones of Harcourt and Chenery.

Ko-fi

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Dumping doodles <3 Nothing solidified enough for their own posts so they are Gathered here sjaka

Littles the type of guy to have really cold hands and then touch them to Granby or Chenery out of nowhere to be evil

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Captains 👍👍 (and admiral)

Alternate versions of the Granby drawing under cut bcs I was having fun with colours

[crownomancer]

So next on my list are Sutton, Warren, and Hollin was first on the poll. Then because I had multiple ties I’m opening the next poll to get my counts.

[crownomancer]

I have been meaning to make one of these, and I'll likely pin it later, but here we go. All of my character pages for the character's I've drawn so far, list to be updated.

Temeraire Character Design Master List:

Humans: Augustine Little (coming soon) Catherine Harcourt Chenery Demane Dlamini Edith Galman Emily Roland Forthing (coming soon) Gong Su Henry Ferris Hollin Jane Roland Jeremy Rankin John Granby (coming soon) Langford James (coming soon) Matthew Berkley Micah Warren Sipho Dlamini Sutton Tenzing Tharkay Tom Riley (coming soon) William Laurence Dragons: (I'm working on this I swear)

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There will be more characters in the future. The ones listed as coming soon are the current lineup.

[crownomancer]

Poll results and new poll

Okay, so I've already drawn Demane, but in order I'll be drawing Chenery, Rankin, Sutton, and Warren next.

So here's the next batch of side characters.

Reminder that I'll be drawing all of them, this just determines the order, based on number of votes.

[crownomancer]

Okay, with the current poll results (closed early) I will be drawing Sipho and Berkley next.

[See Harcourt and Gong Su from the leading]

Next poll is for after I draw them:

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Dropping some ✨Musical Headcanons✨ that I have for Temeraire characters bcs I love talking about them

Laurence - Can play the piano and has a good singing voice for the many sea shanties he knows.

Granby - Can sing well but isn't particularly adept at any instruments. (I like the idea that a modern Granby plays the drums tho)

Tharkay - Can sing and play the flute and guitar, vaguely knows how to play a piano because of past experience with them.

Little - Can play the piano, can sing very well.

Chenery - Can sing decently enough and plays guitar and fiddle.

Catherine - Can neither sing well nor play an instrument

Jane - Same hat as Catherine

Sutton - Can play the cello and double bass, doesn't sing.

Berkley - Can't sing but will sing very loudly and proudly.

Warren - Knows a little bit of how to play the cello from Sutton, can sing fine

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Temeraire D&D Classes and Races Ideas

Laurence - High Elf Oath Breaker Paladin

Granby - Half Wood Elf Ranger

Tharkay - Kenku Gloomstalker/Assassin

Jane - Dwarf Fighter

Little - Shifter Artificer

Catherine - Satyr Sorcerer

Berkley - Dwarf Barbarian

Emily - Dwelf Barbarian

Demane - Wood Elf Druid

Chenery - Tiefling Bard

Sutton - Hobgoblin Monk/Fighter

Warren - Bugbear Rogue

Tom Riley (rip) - Sea Elf Swashbuckler Rogue