#forever knight/highlander

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[critterkeeper01]

Fandom cross-infection cross-pollination

You have favorite shows you want all your friends to watch. They have shows they want all their friends to watch. Would you be willing to watch a new show in order to get someone to watch something you love?

[paulgadzikowski]

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[byberbunk2069]

The ending of Killing Moon with Johnny's talk about the clock ticking feels like a great cliffhanger bit for the end of a hypothetical Cyberpunk TV show from 1995.

after 22 episodes the protagonist says goodbye to their one shot at a definitive cure and all they got left is Hanako Arasaka at Embers.

Do they go to Embers? Who knows! There's a brief reunion with the less successful cast members who now survive by doing convention appearances.

[critterkeeper01]

Either true or highly suspected by fans. In "Forever" Jo got a warrant and searched Henry's secret basement lab in the first episode, you telling me she didn't find his death journal and wedding picture?? And Schanke was an experienced homicide detective, he had Nick figured out and just pretended to "forget what you saw" when Nick hypnotized him!

Your partner is trying to hide their nonhuman nature. You figured it out months ago but play along because you find their antics amusing.

[strawberrylabs]

Whumptober day 9 with Kaeya and Diluc!

Prompt: "You're a liar"

Whumptober masterlist

she/her version, he/him version

Summary: As the youngest child of the Ragnvindr house hold, you suffered years alone after your brothers falling out. But how would they react when a certain harbinger decides to sieze this oppertunity?

Warnings: Dottore (fuck him), death, injections, fighting, mentions of inhumane experiments

You were only young when Kaeya came to the Ragnvindr household.

You couldn’t explain it, but straight away you treated him as you did your biological brother.

Diluc and Kaeya often teased you as brothers do, but they were also protective of you.

You were close with both of them, but you were especially close to Kaeya, much to Diluc’s chagrin.

Mainly because Diluc, while still having fun with pranks and such, was still sure to follow your father’s rules.

Kaeya however, had a knack for bending the rules and finding loopholes.

And if you ask a little kid whether they’d rather have dessert or dinner first, it’s obvious what the choice would be. 

Kaeya always dragged you with him when exploring Windwail Highland, hand clasped around yours.

Of course he originally just wanted to have fun with his little sibling, but when you looked at him with pleading eyes asking to bring Diluc, he couldn’t refuse.

And of course Diluc couldn’t refuse you either.

That was often how it went; Kaeya and you going on adventures, you making Diluc come along, the three of you having fun and creating memories.

As you grew older, the boys taught you how to use your weapon of choice.

You often trained with them, being taught little tips and tricks as your strength increased.

When your brothers joined the knights, you would go visit him and Kaeya with lunch made for the three of you.

It was more than you could ask for. A loving father, and two older brothers who adored you!

…

But you weren’t able to hold on to your happiness forever.

The night of your father’s death, you clung to your father’s corpse. The ringing in your ears only subsided when you heard the clash of swords.

You screamed at your brothers to stop, hot, fat tears rolling down your face as your mind screams at you to do something before you lose someone else.

When Kaeya got his vision near moments before what would have been his final moments, you finally moved.

You ran and hugged Diluc around his waist, halting his movements.

“Dammit! Let go!”

He tried to shake you off as your wails got louder and more persistent.

After some time, Diluc finally stopped moving. Your grip loosened as he walked away from you.

Before Kaeya could leave, you ran to him, crushing him in a hug.

“Hey.. C’mon now, you shouldn’t be hugging a traitor.. ‘Luc might get mad.” Kaeya went to tussle your hair habitually, before stopping when he felt a certain fiery gaze watching his every move.

He goes to push you off, but you cling tighter.

“You’re not a traitor, you’re my brother! I don’t care why you’re here or why you were sent here, I just care that you’re Kaeya and you’re my brother and I refuse to lose anyone else I love!”

Your eyes stung with salt and loss.

The blue haired man finally caved and hugged you back, gripping you like a lifeline.

“Please don’t leave.. Promise me!”

Kaeya stutters a moment

“I… I promise. I’m your big brother after all. I promise I’ll still be there for you…”

You don’t quite remember how long you were in Kaeya’s hold before Diluc pried you from him. You didn’t fight him. Kaeya promised you. And you trusted him.

You let Diluc drag you away from him. 

You saw both of your brothers at your father’s funeral. Although none of you spoke. None of you stood together. The tensions were too high for that.

Kaeya and Diluc weren’t talking for obvious reasons.

Diluc wasn’t talking to you because of your promise with Kaeya.

Kaeya wasn’t talking to you because he didn’t want to get into another fight with Diluc.

And you weren’t talking to either of them for fear of whoever you didn’t talk to getting the wrong idea.

Oh how you wish you had the courage to talk to both of them that day.

Because your father’s funeral was the last time you spoke to either of your brothers for a long time. A very, long time.

When Diluc left for Sneznyah, he only left a note for you stating that he would be back. Didn’t say when, didn’t say where he went or what he was doing. Just that he would be back.

To say you were devastated was an understatement. 

You locked yourself in your room for a few days after that, trying to figure out what you had done in your few years of existence for the archons to hate you enough to take away your family.

After almost a week of not leaving the mansion, you decided to find Kaeya. 

You had hoped he would visit, but you supposed that since he took up the position of Cavalry Captain when Diluc quit, he would be busy.

When you approached Varka, he looked at you with pity.

“I’m sorry little one, Kaeya is not here right now.”

You couldn’t quite pick up on the remorse in his eyes.

It became a habit for you to ask about Kaeya over the months. Every day the same responses.

“He’s not here.”

“He’s busy.”

“He just left.”

Seeds of doubt began to take root in your mind. But you were always quick to squash them.

‘He promised.’ You would remind yourself

It wasn’t until one day when you were walking past the tavern did you hear a familiar voice drift through the open windows.

“I have to cut myself off from the people at the winery to do my job efficiently. That’s just how it has to be.” 

You don’t know what overtook you. You stormed through the tavern door, a starstruck Kaeya sitting there watching you.

“You promised me! You promised you’d stay with me! And what, you’re avoiding me? Leaving me by myself so you can do your job?” You seethe. You refuse to cry. You refuse to let him see how hurt you are.

“Wait-”

“Fine! I don’t need you or Diluc! I can manage on my own!”

Marching towards the door you turn around one more time

“Go screw yourself Kaeya!”

The walk home went by in an instant, a million scenarios running through your head, thinking about what you could’ve done, could’ve said differently to avoid this outcome.

You ran on autopilot for a while after that. Every day was the same.

Wake up.

Eat.

Shower.

Study.

Train.

Eat.

Sleep

And then do it all again. Some days you even missed one or two steps. But you didn’t particularly care.

Until one day, you were training near the shore like usual, when a voice sounded from behind you.

“Your form is lacking. If you continue to practise like that, the habit will be ingrained in your mind and you will forever be stuck fighting with incompetent form.” 

A man with mint green hair and a sinister lilt made himself seen. He didn’t appear hostile or as if he posed a threat. So you lowered your weapon.

“.. I don’t exactly have a teacher anymore.”

“Well! Why don’t I teach you? I’m spending some time in Mondstadt, and I need someone to show me around, teach me the ways of a local if you will. How about, I train you, you be my guide?”

You knew this man was trouble. You could sense it. 

So why did you agree? Was it this innate need to prove you were capable to the brothers who don’t care? Was it boredom? Curiosity?

Loneliness? 

Who knows. All you know is the man who made himself known as Dottore from that day on became the only constant in your life. And you grew attached to it.

He was there on time everyday to train you. He was harsh, but he wasn’t a bad teacher. In fact, you could feel your strength improving after mere weeks of training.

After training, sometimes before if you were early, you’d show him around Mondstadt. From Starfell valley, to Windrise, to Stormterrors lair. But oddly enough, he never asked to see the city. 

You didn’t question it. That was probably where he was staying after all, he didn’t need to be shown around.

After the first month of this, Dottore, told you that his stay in Mondstadt was extended. 

“I will be staying another year or so it would seem. I was wondering perhaps, if you would like to be friends- officially that is.”

And so you agreed to be friends.

Life continued on for another few months, Dottore continued training you, the two of you would go on walks to wherever you felt like (You had long since shown him everything Mondstadt had to offer).

Over time, you told Dottore about your brothers and family. And eventually, Dottore told you about himself.

“Now there is something I must tell you. I am a member of the Fatui. In fact I am a harbinger known as the Doctor. I know you are not stupid, you have likely known this for a long while. But I still feel it is better to be transparent.”

He was right. Over the months you had learned the name Dottore, and knew about the things he’d done.

But he hadn’t been that bad in person. He had treated you kindly, and he was honest.

He also kept his promises.

He hadn’t left you alone.

“I know… But.. I trust you. I think..” You murmur the last part, still not completely sure about what you’re saying.

But this was no time to back down. You had to prove you could survive without your brothers. That included making your own decisions about who to trust.

“Well in that case I must be honest with you once more. I am looking for a new.. Student. Someone who can withstand a certain injection I’ve concocted.” Something about the way he enunciated the word student sent shivers down your spine..

“I admit that is why I agreed to train you. I wanted to hone your body to withstand the experiment.”

“...And will it?”

“Pardon?”

“Will my body withstand the experiment?”

The Doctor grins.

—----------------------------------------

It was two years after your father’s death that Diluc came back.

The first thing he noticed was that you had grown. You were stronger.

You also held a vision. 

His heart ached a little.

How much had he missed?

But no matter how much he tried to ask, you deflected the topic. You barely spoke to him. Understandable. He thought. But he still needed answers.

Diluc didn’t like it, but he had to ask Kaeya. 

Needless to say when Diluc found out Kaeya didn’t know either, he was livid.

“What do you mean you haven’t spoken in two years?! Are you so incompetent that you can’t keep an eye on your own sibling?!”

“Well at least I didn’t disappear for two years!”

“Stop!” 

The two turned to you when you yelled, neither having seen you enter the tavern. 

Their eyes went wide when they saw a delusion hanging next to your vision.

“Where did you get that?! Give it to me-” Diluc goes to snatch the object, only to have his wrist grabbed by a gloved hand.

“Now now, no need to get worked up. I believe this one is handling the delusion quite well.”

 The smirk in Dottore’s voice was audible.

“I’ll be waiting outside. Don’t take too long, dear pupil.” The doctor chuckled as his eyes filled with mirth stared down the two brothers, as if to say

‘I win.’

The tavern falls silent. Diluc grabs your wrist and pulls you into the backroom, with Kaeya following behind.

“What are you doing with a harbinger! Where did you get that delusion? Are you mad! You know that’s what-”

“A delusion is what killed dad, I know.”

The air was silent, and heavy. It seemed no one knew what to say next.

You heave a deep sigh.

“I’m going to Sneznyah. I’m joining the Fatui as Dottore’s apprentice.”

Kaeya was the one who spoke this time.

“What? No- you can’t!” 

Kaeya didn’t express his emotions on his face often, but this time it was as if his face were a book, his emotions written on the pages. Worry. Anger. Denial.

“Why do you two care anyway? I could’ve left without saying a word and it probably would’ve taken you months to even realise.”

You take a deep, steadying breath.

“Dottore says I have potential. Potential to be something better- something stronger than either of you thought I could be. I agreed to let him test his hypothesis.” 

Your voice didn’t waver.

“Test? Do you hear yourself?”

“You know what will happen, it’s dangerous.”

“Don’t be foolish!”

“You’re making a mistake”

Diluc and Kaeya continue their onslaught..

This is exactly what Dottore said would happen.They don’t trust you. They don’t believe in your strength.

“And why would either of you care?! Diluc- you left me! For 2 years after our father’s death without a word!”

You turn to Kaeya before the redhead has a chance to open his mouth

“And you…

You’re a liar!

You said you'd look after me! You said you’d protect me! I was counting on you to be there when Diluc left! I kept hoping that at least once in these last few years you would at least acknowledge I exist!” 

“I-”

“No! I’ve had enough! I’m taking charge of my life, and I’m starting fresh away from the two of you! Let’s see how you like when your sibling acts like you aren’t there, as if you haven’t spent all your life together!”

The brothers look down in shame. 

They never thought that their darling little sibling would grow up like this. And it’s all their fault.

Memories of bright smiles and laughter flood their minds.

How did it go so wrong?

“Don’t expect to hear from me. I don’t plan on coming back unless absolutely necessary.”

Your hard gaze falters as you look at your brothers.

“Goodbye, Kaeya, ‘Luc. I love you guys.”

You turned around.

And you didn’t look back.

…

But Kaeya and Diluc were not about to let that psycho do what he wants with you.

They lost over the years due to their negligence.

And they were going to get their sibling back.

This is so much longer than I thought it'd be- oops

@loyal-to-dottore (I know you love the sibling fics<3)

[lovelyllamasblog]

Lily Whitecastle 🤍

Parent: Her Majesty, The White Queen

Parent’s Story: Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There

Powerful Qualities: Truthful, Courageous, Generous

Roommate: I have my own room in my castle. Why in Wonderland would I need to share it with anyone?

Secret Heart’s Desire: I want to become Queen as quickly as possible! That way I can finally play chess with everyone else!

My “Magic” Touch: Unlike my father and the other chess board pieces, I can move freely wherever I want to. It's quite handy at times.

Storybook Romance Status: No one yet, but there are a few pieces that have caught my eye.

“Oh Curses!” Moment: I can be quite demanding at times, but my father says that’s just part of my charm.

Favorite Subject: History. Only from the past can a true ruler prosper. That’s what my father always says.

Least Favorite Subject: Crown-culus. I cannot wrap my head around all those numbers!

Best Friends Forever After: Cari Pillar, Lizzie Hearts, Maddie Hatter, Kitty Cheshire, Alistair Liddell-Wonderland, Bunny Blanc, Courtly Jester, Chase Redford, and Darling Charming. She makes a great White Knight.

Pet: My West Highland White Terrier, Biscuit, is very loyal, daring, and charming.

[arighmaa-dataq]

Are you a fan of the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV Online? Have you wanted to see what your favorite asmr boyfriends would look like in the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV Online? Then you've come to the right place! Decided to boot up the Dawntrail Benchmark and play with the character creator, and bring to you what I imagine the boys of Yuurivoice would look like in this game. Enjoy! Starting off with our favorite pastel punk boy, Alphonse as a bunny boy, probably as a monk or ninja. Can't get any of the job gear sets on here so just imagine something on him and everyone else.

Next up I had to put in Seth, who your usual midlander. And it took me forever to find a hair that I thought would suit him and I'm still not sure if I got it right. As for class, either Gunbreaker, Warrior, or Paladin, but definitely some kind of tank.

Now for our versatile flower boy, who of course HAD to be a viera too. Like I dunno what y'all were expecting. And he makes a cute one at that! For class, I'd say it's obvious he'd be a magic user. If I could give him Y'shtola's Sorcerer job I would, but for this I think a white mage suits him well!

Next up is our Big Red Lucien, who I had to get a little creative with. For him it was either gonna be a Roegadyn or a Highlander. And fun fact, even at min height Roes are still much taller than our demon boy, and while the highlander would be closer to his actual height it just didn't really feel like our devilish himbo, so I went with Roe, and gave him some dark skin and yellow face paint to try and connect to his horn pattern. He'd be rockin as either a Warrior or Dark Knight.

Next is Auron as an elf boy, and much like with Big Red, even at minimum height it's much taller than he is irl. Had to futz a bit again with the hair but I think he'd rock the elsa braid really well. I also see him very much kinning Estinien, which should make @jackieeleanor very happy. Aside from the obvious Dragoon, could also see him as a mechanist or bard.

And now for Faust, who ABSOLUTELY go as a catgirl. And a fabulous one at that. Like you can't tell me he doesn't stream FFXIV every so often and rock the Keeper look like the diva he is. Would have a whole backstory for his WoL and everything. And he would very much be a very tired and annoyed Astrologian.

Last but certainly not least, we have our favorite rat Charlie, who even here is a silly little guy. The most pathetically adorable lalafell you've ever seen, and very much bullied by everyone else in the party. Will likely die a LOT, and have to be carried by his Casper through dungeons. He's a little monk trying his best.

[critterkeeper01]

There's the Adam's POV Forever fic that tries to explain why Adam did some of the things he did to Henry….the Invisible Man improv that I never posted the ending of and I wanna know how it ends….three different Highlander/Forever Knight crossovers ('cos those two just fit so perfectly)…..a 1993 X-Files/1987 Werewolf crossover where Mulder is thrilled to maybe have a genuine case of lycanthropy - in the psychiatric definition, 'cos he *is* an Oxford-educated psychologist….and there's my super-long Forever fic inspired by that one Harrow episode…..the crossover between Forever and The Mentalist set in an asylum 'cos Jane was there for six months and Henry has had more than his share of padded white rooms…..

Summarize my wips badly

tagged by @penna-nomen, thank you!! :)

In no particular order of advancement:

The one where Zorro gets unmasked. But then, I gotta fix it, somehow. It got a bit out of hand. 12k words and don Alejandro still hasn't come back.

The one where I have Alejandro finds a mcguffin and travels back in time to save Diego from those 20 years in jail, because my heart bleeds thinking about Diego enduring 20 years of jail. So that one would be a Mask of Zorro fic. Sort of Mask of Zorro/Disney Zorro crossover cause I can't picture a young Diego other than as Guy Williams.

There's that old WC/Forever WIP that I will finish one day. It's such a brilliant idea. I mean, Mozzie and Abe have to be BBF, don't they? They're not the focus of the plot though. Plot revolves around a dead body, and a missing flintlock. The ending is missing, too.

Oh remember that Four Season ficlet series? One day I'll figure Summer, and they'll all be home. Not the Vivaldi fandom, no. White Collar. Obviously.

Ah and that fic focusing on Zorro's granddaughter. Or maybe just daughter, cause he'd be quite old otherwise. And I need him retired but not that retired. This one's been eating my brain recently. But that's quite a mess in my head. Why can't I figure out easy one shots?

But I'll probably end up posting first that Mask of Zorro short story about how Diego met Esperanza.

Unless I pick up that silly Zorro/Person of Interest fusion where don Harold and his manservant Joan go back to California

God I think I actually have notes for 2 other fics, on top of those. That. That's 5 officially opened WIPs plus 4 with notes. ARGH. Okay, that's it. No more time wasted on social media booping and answering silly memes. I have WIPs to P.

forgot to tag! tagging @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @amalthea9 @stingalingaling @detective-fiasco (can never remember your main, H, sorry!) @donfadrique and whoever wants to play :)

[knitmeapony]

All right guys, I want to rewatch a whole bunch of the 1990s TV sci-fi that was basically X-Files adjacent. So far here's my list:

(edit: reorg by subgenre)

Cyberpunk and conspiracy

VR.5

Dark Angel

Lone Gunmen

Tomorrow People

Now and Again *

Prey

Precog/time fuckery

Early edition

Time Trax

Sliders

Tru Calling

7 days *

Spaaaaaaaaace and exploration

Earth 2

Seaquest

First Wave *

Dark Skies *

Earth Final Conflict

DS9

ST Voy

Babylon 5

Space: above and Beyond

Farscape

Stargate SG1

Crime, law, and/or vengence

Millenium

The Pretender

Mann and Machine

The Crow Stairway to Heaven *

Brisco County Jr.

Alien Nation *

Dead At 21 *

Spoopy guys living lives

Eerie, Indiana

Highlander

The Sentinal

Outer limits

Animorphs

Alex Mack

Forever Knight

So Weird *

Feels like fantasy (i.e. Not Sci fi) the way Star Wars does for some reason

Buffy and Angel

Right time, wrong vibe

Red Dwarf

Blakes 7

Charmed

Roswell

Lois and Clark

Lexx

Right vibe, wrong time

Alias

Fringe

Cleopatra 2525

Smallville

Witchblade

Right Vibes and time, no sci-fi

La Femme Nikita

What shows am I missing? The less well-known the better.

[celestial-alignment]

[critterkeeper01]

Works In Progress

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by @aragarna ! Thank you so much for the tag!

Here are my current WIPs:

Kali Christmas Freezing Noose Persistence of Memory Trauma The Long Game Birthday Presents Deduction Buried Alive WW/XF Asylum

Plus a list of ideas that's over a hundred and counting…some of those probably have more words in their "summaries" than the smaller of my WIP files.

Now….do I know enough people on tumblr to fulfill the last line? @archaeopter-ace @argylepiratewd @catboywizard @dragoninatrenchcoat @ghostlyarchaeologist @knightvision1228 @fissionmonkey @themidnightcircusshow @aslanscompass @lulu-cat-princess Okay I cheated on those last few by searching the "forever 2014" hashtag and finding people who looked like they might be fanfic writers, please forgive me if you're not!

[thisweekinfandomhistory]

This is INCREDIBLE!

That's so much fun; what a wonderful memory to have and to share! That is so crazy but so much fun, and what a creative endeavor to participate in as a community. And the idea of telling War stories at cons is amazing -- what an image!

This whole story is glorious. And thank you so much for writing in! We love hearing from people! <3333

How did we not know about Wars until so recently??

We want to believe! In the second week of January, we’re heading back thirty years (woof) to ye olde Web 1.0 and the very first online X-Files fanfiction. But to our surprise, it wasn’t just an X-Files fic! Join V and Emily as they get to explore a whole new-to-them fandom as they learn about cult fave Forever Knight, talk alt-net servers and e-mail lists, and read the cutest author’s note in fandom history. Are you MSR or NoRomo? More importantly, are you a Friend Of Don?

This Week In Fandom History is a new fandom-centric podcast that tells you… what happened this week in fandom history!

Thank you all so much for your warm welcome to episode one last week! 💞🍋

[paulgadzikowski]

[Image description: Preview panel for the comic strip at the link below. Guinan of Star Trek: The Next Generation is tending bar for Duncan McLeod of Highlander, Nick Knight of Forever Knight, and Old Indy of The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles. Guinan is saying, "Today's the 82nd anniversary of the Titanic disaster." Unfortunately there are not image descriptions at the main Hero Of Three Faces site. End description.] 

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[scotianostra]

9th December 1770 saw the birth of the poet and novelist James Hogg.

Hogg is primarily known today not only as the author of a series of pastoral poems, but also as the writer of the novel, Confessions of a Justified Sinner, widely regarded as the first piece of modern Scottish fiction.

A contrary figure in real life, Hogg almost bankrupted himself in attempts to be a successful shepherd - leading to his literary friends dubbing him "the Ettrick Shepherd".

There were two main strands to Hogg’s early cultural experience: folk traditions and religion. The family were church-goers and his father was an elder, while his mother was steeped in the oral tradition, relating to her children folk tales and songs of kings, knights and supernatural beings.

With no media ,as we know it back then Hogg would have listened reel off tales of Scottish history and legends as he was growing up. As a young man Hogg worked as a shepherd in Selkirkshire and Dumfriesshire, becoming interested in literature in his early twenties, when he attempted writing songs and poems, some of which were published in The Scots Magazine. He moved to Edinburgh in 1810 to pursue a career as a full-time man of letters, after having published poetry and non-fiction while maintaining his day-job as a shepherd. However, in 1813 he returned to Selkirkshire, where he lived and worked in the Duke of Buccleuch's Altrive Farm in Yarrow.

He continued to publish regularly while maintaining a contentious relationship with the Edinburgh literati, including his friend and some-time mentor, Walter Scott.

Many of Hogg's stories and poems appeared in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, or Maga as it was affectionately known.

Hogg continued to write, publish and farm until his death in 1835. He was buried in Ettrick Churchyard, appropriately next to his grandfather, Will o’ Phaup, who is reputed to have been the last man to converse with the fairies!

Among Hogg's most famous works was Jacobite Relics - originally commissioned by the Highland Society of London in 1817, it included Lament of Flora McDonald, sung here by Kenneth McKellar

Far over yon hills of the heather sae green An' doun by the corrie that sings to the sea, The bonnie young Flora sat sighin' her lane, The dew on her plaid an' the tear in her e'e. She look'd at a boat wi' the breezes that swung, Away on the wave like a bird on the main, An' aye as it lessen'd she sigh'd an' she sung, "Fareweel to the lad I shall ne'er see again; Fareweel to my hero, the gallant and young, Fareweel to the lad I shall ne'er see again."

The moorcock that crows on the brows o' Ben Connal, He kens o' his bed in a sweet mossy hame; The eagle that soars o'er the cliffs o' Clan Ranald, Unaw'd and unhunted his eyrie can claim; The solan can sleep on the shelves of the shore, The cormorant roost on his rock of the sea; But ah! there is one whose fate I deplore, Nor house, ha' nor hame in this country has he; The conflict is past, and our name is no more, There's nought left but sorrow for Scotland and me.

The target is torn from the arm of the just, The helmet is cleft on the brow of the brave; The claymore forever in darkness must rust, But red is the sword of the stranger and slave; The hoof of the horse, and the foot of the proud, Have trod o'er the plumes on the bonnet of blue; Why slept the red bolt in the breast of the cloud, When tyranny revell'd in blood of the true? Fareweel my young hero, the gallant and good, The crown of thy father's is torn from thy brow.

[hazelkjt]

🍑 Where is your OC’s favourite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them?

Is there anywhere your OC hates to go to? Anywhere that stresses them out or have negative memories of?

🧡 Who is your OC’s favourite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or rolemodel or celeb can be someone’s favourite after all!).

Who does your OC absolutely hate, the one person who they’d sell to Satan for one corn chip? Why do they loathe this person so?

1. Anywhere that there’s a medium to large sized body of water for Hazel to soak and swim in is her favorite place to go to calm down. Her current go to place are the pools in the Firmament, where she can frequently be seen both enjoying the water and hanging around the side enjoying a book.

It holds a special place in her heart as well, it was the place she truly became acquainted and befriended Emmanellain. He was visiting the pools at the time to mingle and gossip, catching sight of the young woman he chatted with at a party just a few nights ago. They began chatting again and after an off handed comment where Emm expressed his envy over Hazel’s musculature, Hazel blurts out that she could help him with training if he wanted. She wasn’t fully thinking, not after getting a genuinely sincere compliment from a handsome and shirtless man in front of her face. Emmanellain agreed, aloof to the situation unfolding because of his own actions, which began the journey the two would take to becoming friends and then something more.

While she enjoys certain parts of Ishgard, there are other parts of Coerthas Hazel holds in very low regard. The Coerthas Western Highlands just outside of Falcon’s Nest for instance is one of her least favorite places to be. Hazel has come to accept the average cold in Coerthas, Ishgard specifically, so long as it isn’t snowing. That doesn’t matter with the Western Highlands, it’s cold all day long regardless of weather.

On top of this, these frigid cliffs and hills were where Hazel still trains under Lia Amelune in the ways of the Dragoon. The training was brutal, reaching intensity even above what her own father put her through back in the Steppe. And while Hazel is forever grateful to Lady Amelune for taking the time to teach her, she has had issues with her mentor's methodology on more than one occasion. Hazel has never acted or spoken up about these feelings to Lia, out of respect for her teacher and her own pride. Still, coming back to this area just brings back all those bitter memories she keeps to herself.

2. Hazel's favorite person is without a doubt her father, Baato Kha. A well respected hunter and warrior in his own right, she has always looked up to him as both a parent and her personal hero. Strong and decisive, just being in his presence was enough to put her at ease as a child. Even now living an ocean away and meeting so many other incredible people, Hazel still hold her father in the highest regard.

As for her least favorite person, it depends on if we're talking Reg!Hazel or WoL!Hazel. For Reg!Hazel, it would probably have to be the captain of the Amelune Family Knights, Derrinall Evramont. Hazel's hatred stems from one simple thing: his apparent lack of respect for her. Derri always addresses her with a sarcastic and playful tone to his voice, backhanded compliments and jabs aplenty in his words. Even after months of living in the Amelune estate she still hasn't come around to him at all.

WoL!Hazel on the other hand, loathes Emet-Selch. The Ascian could make all the excuses or justifications he wants for the blood on his hands, none of it would matter to Hazel. All she would see is a fool who thought he had no other choice but to continue on his path of genocide, unable to accept any other alternative...or so she thought at first. The reason she came to despise him above the other Ascians was because of his extension of cooperation in Norvrandt... cooperation that slowly had Hazel come to genuinely trust him. And then on Mt. Gulg, that trust was betrayed at the drop of a hat. She was so certain that Emet had truly taken the right choice, only to see him delve deeper and deeper down the dark pit he had made for himself already.