#lothian grey

[gobbyteeth]

he was a studious yapper

[corallapis]

Edward Clifford, details from A Lunch Party at Ashridge House (1892). Sitters identified below.

Rt Hon. John ‘Yvo’ Vesey, 4th Viscount de Vesci (1844-1903), husband of (3)

Colonel Hon. Sir Reginald Chetwynd-Talbot (1841-1929), husband of (4), brother of (5, 7, 12, 14, 16)

Viscountess de Vesci (née Lady Evelyn Charteris) (1849-1939), wife of (1)

Margaret, Lady Chetwynd-Talbot (née Stuart-Wortley) (?-1937), wife of (2)

Countess Brownlow (née Lady Adelaide Chetwynd-Talbot) (1844-1917), wife of (15), sister of (2, 7, 12, 14, 16)

Miss Pamela Wyndham (later Baroness Glenconner; Viscountess Grey) (1871-1928), daughter of (10)

Hon. Alfred Chetwynd-Talbot (1848-1913), brother of (2, 5, 12, 14, 16)

Lady Alice Gaisford (née Kerr) (1836-1892)

Mr Harry Cust (1861-1917), cousin and heir of (15)

Mrs Percy Wyndham (née Madeline Campbell) (1835-1920), mother of (6)

George Herbert, 13th Earl of Pembroke (1850-1895), husband of (12)

Countess of Pembroke (née Lady Gertrude Chetwynd-Talbot) (1840-1906), wife of (11), sister of (2, 5, 7, 14, 16)

Countess Cowper (née Lady Katrine Compton) (1845-1913)

Admiral Hon. Walter Carpenter (né Chetwynd-Talbot) (1834-1904), brother of (2, 5, 7, 12, 16)

Adelbert Brownlow-Cust, 3rd Earl Brownlow (1844-1921), husband of (5), cousin of (9)

Marchioness of Lothian (née Constance Chetwynd-Talbot) (1836-1901), sister of (2, 5, 7, 12, 14)

[scotianostra]

Tollcross.

This is a major road junction to the south west of the city centre of Edinburgh, which takes its name from a local historical land area.

The earliest reference to Tollcross dates from 1439 with Tolcors being the typical early form with the cors ending continuing in use to the late 18th century. Towcroce and Tolcroce appear in the early 16th century. Stuart Harris has pointed out that there were no crossroads until modern times and that there is no evidence for such meaning as "toll at a crossroad". He derives the name from cors with cros as a later form (as in Old Welsh toll cors, meaning a boggy hollow) and that the ending -corse would have aptly described the low-lying area beside the now culverted Lochrin Burn running between the slopes of the Burgh Muir and the High Riggs south of the Grassmarket, High Riggs is the area behind the trees in the middle of the pic.

From the earliest, the name has referred to an area of land. It is called "Lands of Tolcross" in a 1649 Charter of Charles II: "South parts of Tollcross owned by Major James Weir" in 1814: "That part of the village of Portsburgh called Tollcross" in 1836. In an Act of 1771 in the reign of George III, when suburbs outside the royalty of Edinburgh were made into districts, one of the districts was "to be one District called Toll-Cross".

Archaeological excavations by Headland Archaeology in 2012, as part of a planning condition in advance of development, found evidence of occupation of the area during the Medieval period. The excavations found the transformation of the area from an agricultural landscape to an industrial area, including the remains of the Lochrin Distillery, a slaughterhouses, Edinburgh Ice and Cold Storage Company’s unit, an ice rink and a garage, that had been built over each other.

Tollcross is at the end of the road which runs from the West End of Princes Street, up Lothian Road, to Earl Grey Street to one of the busiest junctionsin the citym where t leads straight on to Brougham Stree towards The Meadows, to the right on to Home Street, the road leads to Bruntsfield and Morningside, and to the left along Lauriston Place past Edinburgh College of Art, George Herriots School and The University of Edinburgh at Teviot.

[fineosaur]

url song name

so the rules of the game are to write one song for every letter in your url, and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

i haven’t done a tag in a while but i can’t resist music tags. thanks for the tag @salty-wench & @ybbag777 xx

free - florence + the machine

i didn’t know - skinshape

needle in the hay - elliot smith

electricity - riley pearce

old and grey - harrison storm

she hangs brightly - mazzy star

angel in lothian - sam fender

u&me - alt j

rome - solann

i pretty much just shuffled my liked songs till i got songs so enjoy this chaos.

i don’t know which of my mutuals are actually very active since i myself am not the most active person on tumblr. i’m more of a erratically active blogger so i’ll tag the ones I KNOW are still on tumblr.

@stompandhollar my beloved, @wexpyke , @go-catch-a-chickn, @cloudshapedfalls , @nalgenewhore, @catb-fics

[pacifymebby]

what’s ur fav sam song babe

i feel like i think it’s something really depressing like wgo 😭😭

Hahaha that's definitely one of them!

My top 5 are probably

Angel in Lothian

You're Not The Only One

The Borders

All Is On My Side (or wild grey ocean it's mostly depending how sad I am)

Greasy Spoon

I know you only asked for my favourite but they all swap around so often I can't choose just one

[fendercapaldi]

What is your favorite song by Sam 😊

Probably "The Borders" but also Angel in Lothian and Wild Grey Ocean are up there ❤

[maypoleman1]

6th March

St Baldred’s Day/ Uncle Tom Cobbley And All

Old uncle Tom Cobley and all. Source: Devon Heritage’s postcard collection

On this day in 1794, Thomas Cobbley a prosperous yeoman from Crediton in Devon died. Cobbley was the inspiration for the drinking song Widdecombe Fair which tells the repetitive story of Cobbley and his mates piling onto an unfortunate grey mare to get to the fair. Perhaps the rhyme was knowing mockery of the local squire because Cobbley was a landowner who possessed several horses and had no need to borrow his steed from Tom Pearce. At least two of Cobbley’s gang are mentioned in church records, including Pearce, and Cobbley himself was buried in the churchyard at Sprayton where his grave can still be seen. Apparently Cobbley and his crew, including the long suffering mare, haunt the roads in and out of Widdecombe in eternal search of the fair, which still takes place every September.

Today is also St Baldred’s Day. Baldred’s most noteworthy feat was to remove a dangerous reef between Bass Rock and mainland Lothian by the power of prayer and deposit it on the coast near North Berwick where it still resides.

[artwayswinchburgh]

Aerial photo credit Gary Baker

Thankyou to everyone for your lovely comments about the mural I really appreciate your kindness. A very big thankyou to everyone who helped and supported making the mural design and install happen Winchburgh Developments, Winchburgh Community Development Trust and West Lothian Council. Wonderful photo's from Gary Baker Photography and John West from Winchburgh Community Growing Group for great mural maintence advice. I really enjoyed being part of the Winchburgh community and chuffed to be part Wincburgh's first artist in residence in phase 1 of the Big W Art community public art strategy for the village.

Here is my inspiration and idea behind the design of the mural:

Our colourful path takes everyone on a joyful journey through Winchburgh’s evolving landscape. We begin below ground, a mosaic of pink, red rock hues, echo the past industries of working and mining the land, featuring the silhouettes of the miner’s rows, at the heart of the community and Winchburgh’s industrial history. The rows like steps, lead us up to the horizon to a spectrum of colour celebrating locals love of capturing the sunrises and sunsets.We then step forward into a nature trail of colourful abstraction of all the unique plants that adapt and evolve in the local landscape from the bings to its woodland’s species like: greater knap wood, corn marigolds, chicory, knotted pearl wort, crowberry, tall melilot, grey field speedwell, greater butterfly orchid and a silver birch woodland - echoing the adaptiveness of the land and its people. Celebrating a community that is growing with a shared interest to explore and nurture the evolving green havens that make Winchburgh a green gateway for West Lothian adventures.

[lockawayknight]

more elden ring au info before bed:

grandfather lothian was a knight of elden lord godfrey, and his son, creighton’s father, was raised to be a knight of godfrey’s son, godwyn. obvi that didn’t happen

when the elden ring was shattered, lothian disappeared during the outbreak of wars, and the rest of the du lothian family were exiled as tarnished. but they never forgot their original purpose: to serve the elden lord

when creighton was born, he had it beaten and drilled heavily into his head that he must serve godfrey’s lineage; and so, when he eventually found sight of grace once more and was led back to the lands between as a young lad, he quickly and blindly joined godrick’s court as a knight

once he defected from godrick, he wandered the lands between until he met varré, who quickly convinced him to serve mohg — another child of godfrey’s lineage

once a feared and notorious knight of godrick’s court, he now is a feared but mysterious finger of mohg, keeping his former identity concealed beneath a chain mask and iron helm

few random notes:

has a dappled grey destrier named partridge

CAN still see grace but doesn’t really know what it means anymore. whatever. shiny.

is missing his little finger on his right hand for invasion reasons

hates malenia as just like a Concept and would happily lay down his life fighting her in order to keep miquella in mohg’s control

has a love/hate relationship with morgott. was relatively close to him when serving godrick, but that kinda got fucky when he left and, y’know, joined his evil twin’s side of things. he still sees morgott as a mentor of sorts but unfortunately he fucked that up for himself since now morgott sees him mostly as a traitor :/

can most often be found in liurnia: at the rose church tending to the blooms, invading other worlds as a bloody finger of mohg, or enjoying shellfish with his pal big boggart

has a huge crush on varré but shhh its ok its ok

[gobbyteeth]

hallow's end shenanigans ft. Lothian dressed as Khadgar and Cal as a witch!

[weavingthetapestry]

3rd May 1128: Kelso Abbey Consecrated

Although King David I was perhaps not as saintly as contemporary chroniclers would have us believe, he certainly founded a lot of monasteries. Setting aside his rather subjective view of what constituted barbarity, John of Hexham’s description of the king’s outward piety is quite revealing:

“There has been none like unto that prince in our days: devoted to divine services, failing not to attend each day at the canonical hours, and also at the vigils of the dead. And in this he was to be praised that in a spirit of foresight and courage he wisely tempered the fierceness of his barbarous nation; that he was frequent in washing the feet of the poor, and compassionate in feeding and clothing them; that he built and supplied sufficiently with lands and revenues the monasteries of Kelso, Melrose, Newbattle, Holmcultram*, Jedburgh, Holyrood- these being situated to this side of the sea of Scotland**, besides those which he benefited in Scotland***, and in other places.”

This list of abbeys patronised by David in Lothian and Cumbria alone reflects the king’s particular spiritual interests. Three of these abbeys (Melrose, Newbattle, and Holmcultram) were staffed by Cistercian monks, and two (Jedburgh and Holyrood) by Augustinian canons regular. These orders were especially favoured by David, and multiple Cistercian and Augustinian houses sprang up north of the Forth as well after he succeeded to the Scottish throne in 1124. But the king also patronised a range of other religious organisations, and his royal descendants and the Scottish nobility soon followed his lead. By the end of the thirteenth century, Scotland was home to an eclectic mix of Cluniac, Tironensian, Culdee, and Valliscaulian monasteries, as well as houses belonging to Premonstratensian canons, and the Knights Templar and Hospitaller, and various Dominican, Franciscan, Carmelite, and Trinitarian friaries. David’s first known foundation reflected this wide-ranging religious interest. In 1113, he settled Tironensian monks on his lands at Selkirk, now the site of a well-known Borders town. This small beginning would have important consequences for the spread of reformed monasticism in Scotland and the overall shape of the mediaeval Scottish Church...

(The abbey of Tiron, the French motherhouse of the Tironensian order. David I visited the abbey himself and the first monks at Selkirk came from there. Source - wikimedia commons where the user Calips has kindly made this image available for reuse under a creative commons license)

David’s project at Selkirk reflected the spiritual trends of the age. The early twelfth century witnessed the blossoming of another Benedictine reform movement, with various new monastic orders popping up all over western Europe (but especially in France). These attracted many people who sought to return to a purer and stricter form of conventual life and who felt that observance of the monastic “rule” of St Benedict had grown too lax, especially in the great abbeys of the day. Citeaux, the motherhouse of the influential Cistercian order which was founded in a marshy wood by Robert of Molesme in 1098, was only the most famously successful example. Another slightly less popular but nonetheless influential foundation was the abbey of Tiron, which is supposed to have been founded by the hermit Bernard of Abbeville in a “wooded place” near Chartres around the year 1109.  Tiron was granted its official foundation charter in 1114, and by the 1120s the new order had over a hundred daughter houses, especially in France, Britain, and Ireland.

One of the earliest examples in Britain was the priory of St Dogmaels in Pembrokeshire, which was founded around 1113 and became an abbey a few years later. However apart from that house’s own two daughter houses (Pill Priory and Calder Priory) the Tironensians did not spread much further in Wales, at least not in comparison with the number of traditional Benedictine and Cistercian houses. In England the Tironensian order was represented by only a handful of priories, founded mostly in the first half of the twelfth century, and one abbey at Humberston in Lincolnshire, founded in 1160. Meanwhile Ireland’s sole Tironensian house- Glascarrig Priory in County Wexford – was again a daughter house of St Dogmaels. In Scotland, by contrast, the congregation of Tiron would become extremely influential, both within and outwith the cloister. The “grey monks”, as they came to be known, had arrived by at least 1113, which is when the Chronicle of Melrose claims that David founded a community at Selkirk. The abbey which these monks established, dedicated to St Mary and St John the Evangelist, received its formal foundation charter from David c.1119-20. This also came with a substantial endowment in lands and possessions and the charter was witnessed by many important members of the prince’s inner circle, including his wife Maud, their young son Henry, and David’s former chaplain John, now bishop of Glasgow.

(St Dogmael’s Abbey in Wales, another early Tironensian foundation in Britain. Source: Wikimedia Commons, where user Stephen McKay has kindly made this available for reuse under a creative commons license)

From the beginning, the monks of Selkirk were evidently at the centre of David’s spiritual and political plans. However it is less clear why he singled out the Tironensian order as the beneficiary of his patronage. His choice might have been influenced by his chaplain John, who remained close to David even after his elevation to the see of Glasgow, and who was himself a monk of Tiron (he later attempted to retire to the French motherhouse of the order during the 1130s). Like much of his career, David’s decision to found a Tironensian house may also have been influenced by his relationship with his sister Matilda and her husband Henry I of England. Although neither had a particular interest in the Tironensians, David’s political association with Henry in the years before he ascended the Scottish throne provided him with some of the tools to indulge his own interest in the order. It was with the English king’s support that David secured possession of substantial lands in the south of the kingdom of Scotland, despite his older brother Alexander I’s opposition. His relationship with Henry I also created ties between the future king of Scots and northern France. David not only held lands from the English king around Cherbourg in Normandy, but he was also in touch with affairs in other parts of France, and he is known to have visited the abbey of Tiron in person on at least one occasion before 1114. Although the source of his particular interest in the Tironensians must remain unclear, David plainly found the spiritual ideals and organisation of the fledgling order impressive enough that his earliest recorded action as “Prince of the Cumbrians” was to invite the monks of Tiron to settle on his new lands in southern Scotland.

The new community at Selkirk was apparently quite successful in its early years. Despite the distance between Lothian and the forests of Perche, the monks there retained close links with the motherhouse. The first two abbots of Selkirk succeeded in turn as heads of the order and abbots of Tiron. The monks rose high in the Scottish church too, as the third and fourth abbots of Selkirk succeeded as bishop of Glasgow and bishop of St Andrews respectively. By this time however, it had become clear that the original home of the monks beside the Ettrick water was unsuitable. Within fifteen years of the original foundation, plans were afoot to move the whole community around twenty miles downstream to Kelso, where the River Teviot joins the Tweed.

The new site may have been selected because of its proximity to the royal castle and burgh of Roxburgh, which David had been developing as a political, economic, and administrative centre. After he succeeded his older brother Alexander as King of Scots in 1124, Roxburgh also became one of the most important royal residences in the realm, and it made sense to have the new king’s favoured monastery near at hand. Accordingly, the decision was taken to transfer the abbey to Kelso, although this was to be a gradual process, with the building work and relocation of the monks taking at least two years. Eventually, when the move was largely complete, the abbey church of St Mary and St John the Evangelist was officially consecrated on 3rd May 1128, an event which was probably attended by the king and his leading nobles.

(A twelfth century portrayal of David I and his grandson Malcolm IV in the historiated initial of a charter granted to the abbey of Kelso. Source- wikimedia commons)

Kelso abbey was to become one of the richest abbeys in the kingdom and by the end of the century it had acquired several daughter houses, including the abbeys of Arbroath, Kilwinning, and Lindores. The grey monks could be very influential figures: it has already been noted that Herbert, the abbot who oversaw the move from Selkirk to Kelso was destined to succeed to the see of Glasgow, while his successor Arnold rose to the position of bishop of St Andrews. Another (though much later) influential Tironensian was Bernard, who was first abbot of Kilwinning, then abbot of Arbroath, and then bishop of the Isles and chancellor to King Robert I. And even after David I turned to other reformed orders like the Cistercians to further his spiritual policies, Kelso abbey retained its close links with the royal family. David’s only son and heir, Prince Henry, was buried at the abbey after his untimely death in 1152. One of the abbey’s charters, granted by Henry’s son Malcolm IV a few years later, preserves the only surviving contemporary picture of Malcolm and his grandfather David, who are portrayed in a style reminiscent of the biblical Solomon and David in the historiated capital ‘M’.

Like many other Border abbeys Kelso suffered heavily during the bitter Anglo-Scottish warfare which broke out after 1296. Nonetheless it remained an important and wealthy establishment, the abbacy of which sixteenth century kings and nobles often sought to secure as a commend for their younger or illegitimate kinsmen. In 1460, Kelso even witnessed a coronation when the eight-year-old James III was crowned king of Scots in the presence of his mother and the leading nobles of the realm, following the death of his father during the siege of nearby Roxburgh Castle. The abbey outlasted this castle by at least a century, but not much more. Having already suffered considerably from English attacks during the “Rough Wooing” of the 1540s, Kelso abbey was officially dissolved after the Protestant Reformation in 1560. Much of the abbey was gradually dismantled over the next three centuries. Though the burgh which grew up around the monastery is still thriving today, the building itself is much reduced, with only the central part of the abbey church remaining above ground. The fine Romanesque architecture of these ruins suggests that they formed part of the original church consecrated in 1128. Almost nine hundred years old, the ruined church stands today as a memorial to the former grandeur, wealth, and influence of the Tironensian order in Scotland.

(A seventeenth century depiction of the ruined abbey of Kelso, made by John Slezer. Reproduced under the terms of the Creative Commons Attribution licence, with the permission of the National Libraries of Scotland)

Notes:

* It is actually unclear whether David founded Holmcultram or was simply a patron of the monastery. Of the monasteries on John of Hexham’s list, this is also the only one which does not lie within the borders of 21st century Scotland.

** The “Scottish sea” usually meant the Firth of Forth in the Middle Ages.

*** When John of Hexham says that David also patronised monasteries “in Scotland” he probably means Scotia ‘proper’, i.e. the land north of the Forth, as opposed to Lothian, which is where Kelso, Melrose, Newbattle, Jedburgh, and Holyrood lay in the twelfth century.

Selected Bibliography:

- “Chronicle of Melrose”, as translated in “The Church Historians of England”, vol.4, edited by Joseph Stevenson

- “Early Sources of Scottish History”, edited by A.O. Anderson

- “Scottish Annals from English Chroniclers”, edited by A.O. Anderson

- “Liber S. Marie de Calchou: Registrum Cartarum Abbacie Tironensis de Kelso, 1113-1567″, edited by Cosmo Innes

- “The Charters of King David I”, edited by G.W.S. Barrow

- “The Monks of Tiron”, K. Thompson

- “Kingship and Unity, Scotland 1000-1306″, by G.W.S. Barrow

- “David I”, by Richard Oram

[xmalereader]

Kylo Ren X Jedi! Male Reader

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@fanficsforheartandsoul

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Requested: Oh my god, I just found your blog and I'm already in love with your stories!!! Could I request a Kylo x male! reader story where the reader is a jedi that was trained a few years before Kylo, which means he's older and they meet and fight and Kylo is disturbed by the fact that the male is stronger than him and he feels attracted to the reader? You are a blessing my friend! There are not enough star wars x male reader stories ;/ But you just made my day :D Thank you so much!

Warnings: Jedi reader, some fluff. All Badass reader.

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He thought Luke was the last Jedi. Rey was still in training and wasn’t even close to becoming a Jedi. Yet, here he is standing in front of a Jedi that should’ve died a long time ago. He doesn’t remember him ever being at the Jedi temple during his training as a youngling but he can feel the strong force that radiated off him, it was far stronger than his or his uncles and he wants to know why.

“Your younger than I thought you would be.” He hears the older Jedi say as he swings his saber in his hand with a grin on his face. Kylo was standing far away from him with his own lightsaber lit and by his side as he grips the handle, tight in his hands. Kylo was training in the forests of Lothian, where he accidentally met the long lost Jedi. Upon meeting the Jedi he was at first shocked to see an older man standing in front of him as he watched him train.

Kylo didn’t know how to react so he ignored the man’s presence, but as he trained he spotted a few loth cats around that annoyed him. Causing him to lose his rage and try to kill the little pests. This caused the Jedi to react and used the force to stop kylo fro, hurting the poor creature. “Stop!” He shouts and makes his way over to kylo.

Kylo swings his saber and points it towards the Jedi. “Don’t get any closer or I will kill you.” He warns out with a glare as the older man glared back and holds out his own lightsaber. “Try before I decide to kill you myself.” This earns a chuckle from Kylo. “You don’t kill, it’s against the Jedi code.”

“Grey Jedi.” The stranger corrects him. “We stand between the light and dark, making our own choices as we go.” He ignited his yellow saber and slams it against kylos red one. He catches him off guard and is able to knock it off his hand, pinning Kylo down. “Now, what are you doing on my planet?”

“Your planet?”

“Yes, lothian is my home and if you are going to be terrorizing around then best you leave before I decide to kill you myself.” He warns. His saber still pointing down at Kylo who pants softly and struggled against him. “It won’t belong to you for long.” He hisses out and uses the force to reach out for his own lightsaber.

Glancing over to his right to see his saber coming to him he grins. Reaching out to take it, but before it could reach his hand the saber turns towards a different direction and lands into the hands of the grey Jedi. Kylos eyes widen as he stared up at the other. No other person with the force was able to do such thing, not his uncle and clearly not Rey either.

“How—?”

“You’re a weak one.” Said the older man as he shoves Kylo away and grips both sabers. “I’ve heard of you—“ he starts to say. “You’re Kylo Ren.” He eyes Kylo up and down and chuckled. “Your shorter than I thought.” He mocks as Kylo glared.

“What’s a Grey Jedi like you doing here? Stranded on a planet that has nothing.” Kylo watches the other closely as the grey Jedi circles around him. His lightsaber still in hand as he swings it around, watching Kylo closely as the two stare each the down. “This is my home. I’ve been here for years.” He finally says.

Kylo doesn’t want to believe him at first but he does. “In the middle of nowhere?”

“You Can y’all badly about my home but that won’t get you anywhere. I can hear and read your thoughts, no wall will stop me from hearing you.” Kylo gasps and takes a few steps back as the other Jedi approaches him. A grin appears on his lips as the Jedi chuckled. “You scare easy.” He doesn’t hesitate to toss Kylo his saber back.

“Since you’ll be staying for awhile, I might as well and introduce myself.” He turns his amber off and clips it back into his holster. “My name is Y/n, I’m a grey Jedi and lothian is my home. If you dare as try and destroy this place then I won’t hesitate to kill you and it won’t be pretty.” He threatens out in the end.

Kylo takes his saber back. He clips it back into his own belt as he listens to the other speak and introduce hismelf. “Y/n.” He says, trying out the name as it rolled out of him. “How long have you been a Jedi?” He asks suddenly getting curious. “I’ve been a Jedi all my life, but from the looks of it I’m three years older than you which give me three years more of experience.”

Y/n chuckled at his own pride before turning around and walking away from Kylo. Already knowing that the other will follow him around, their was nothing here in lothian besides the Loth-cats and maybe a hidden Jedi temple that only y/n knew how to get too. He was probably one of the strongest grey jedis out of all of the others, he trained at a very young age and is a quick learner. He likes challenges and is willing to accept them; so having Kylo around was another challenge of his.

“If your going to be following me around then you might as well and promise me that you won’t hurt the Loth-cats.”

“I make no such promises.” Kylo says back as he continued to follow the other.

Y/n sighs in defeat and lets it slide. “Then I promise you that you won’t leave this place alive.” He reminds him once again before he enters a cave where he usually visited to meditate. Y/n sheds off his robes and lies the robes down on top of a rock. Finding a comfortable space for himself he sits Indian style and lets outa deep breath. “If you are going ot be here then might as well and be quiet. I have to meditate and if you interrupt me—“

“You’ll kill me, I get it.” Said Kylo as he watches him and frowns a little before finding his own self a spot to join him. He knows that he too needs to mediate as well in order to get stronger. The two remained silent for the rest of the day as the two meditate together, it was strange having another person join him even though he’s been on is own for a couple of years. He has heard of kylo ren since he was able to feel him through the force, he usually gets an odd feeling everytime he felt him close and now that he’s finally here, in person, gives him the opportunity to train him properly.

“You don’t have a teacher.” He randomly blurts out, surprising kylo with his sudden statement. “I would ask how you knew but you seem to be strong enough with the force to know that.” Said kylo. He shifts around his spot as Y/n opens his eyes and glances over to him. “I can teach you?” He offers. “But I must warn you, I’m a strict teacher.” He sends him a grin before standing up and grabs his robes again and slips them on.

“Why teach me? You already know who I am and what I’ve done. So, why teach me?”

Y/n adjusts his saber onto his belt and smiles. “Because I can sense your light side, their stil light in there and I’m willing to help you.” He began to explain. “I’m not saying that ill fully turn you into the light. As you can see I’m not even there either.”

“I dont much about grey jedis, but I do know that they balance out both dark and light.” Said kylo as y/n smiles in return and nods. “So, will you allow me to train you?” Y/n properly asks this time.

It takes kylo awhile to figure this all out, so far he’s become supreme leader but he wants as powerful as this grey Jedi. He was able to break through his walls and read his mind like it was nothing and he easily sensed him near. He was able to take his saber away and pin him down. He was stronger than him and kylo wanted that strength and power, he wanted to feel powerful.

“I’ll allow it.” He softly said as the other nods in agreement.

[ Sorry that it came out really short I’ve just been very busy on finishing up some series on times, so I’m sorry if it doesn’t sound like something you wanted and if was too short! ]

[scotianostra]

30th May 1889 saw the birth near Kirkliston of Isobel Wylie Hutchison.

Another of those strong willed Scottish women, Isobel overcame the constraints that the age, her class, and her own personality placed upon her, to become a solo adventurer in the far North, an accomplished plant collector and a successful poet and writer.

Carlowrie "Castle", a Scots baronial mansion near Kirkliston in West Lothian, was the comfortable upper-middle class home into which Isobel Wylie Hutchison was born in 1889. It was there her father, Thomas Hutchison, a successful wine merchant in Edinburgh, looked after his gardens, and passed on to Isobel his fascination for plants and his habit of meticulous note-taking. I put the commas round castle as, although it is known as a castle by it's name in the old sense of things, having only been built in the mid 19th century, to me a castle needs to have a lot more history than that, Isobels grandfather had it built from scratch, nowadays it is top wedding venue and voted one of the top three venues under 200 bedrooms in Europe.

Back to the lady in question, three deaths were to shatter Isobel’s youth. From 1900 she went to school in Edinburgh where she studied a curriculum suited for a young Victorian Lady. After her sister married a naval officer and saw very little of him for long periods Isobel decided that marriage would restrict her life.

Three deaths were to shatter Isobel’s youth. Her father died suddenly, shortly before her 11th birthday; and her two brothers when she was in her early twenties – one in a climbing accident in 1912, and the other during the First World War. The deaths however meant she has an independent lady of means, affording her the luxury of leading her own life without restrictions.

She travelled to the Arctic, filming the things she saw around her, the landscape and the wildflowers growing there and the daily lives of the indigenous people. Other travellers of the time who wrote of their discoveries did not dwell on the domestic detail that makes Hutchison's work unique. Her first exploration was to East Greenland in 1927, followed in 1928 by a year in Umanak, North Greenland. She filmed eskimos collecting ice for water and hunting seals from a kayak, the wild flowers of Umanak and the Governor's coffee party! Scottish whalers had taught reels and other dances to the locals, Hutchison filmed them a century later still dancing with enthusiasm.

In 1934 she set out for Alaska, travelling by coastal steamer from Vancouver to Skagway and then overland to Nome. Here she found a very small freighter to take her along the north coast of Alaska, ending with 120 miles by dog sledge and returning on mail plane to Alberta. Hutchison brought back samples of the plant life for the Royal Horticultural Society and the Natural History Museum. She had a long connection with the Royal Scottish Geographical Society as Honorary Editor of the magazine and as a fellow and Vice President.

She was awarded the Mungo Park Medal as a tribute to her explorations and in recognition of her original and valuable researches in Iceland, Greenland and Arctic Alaska. She wrote several travel books including 'North to the Rime-Ringed Sun' and 'Stepping Stones from Alaska to Asia' and four volumes of poetry.

In later life she gave frequent lectures, using films and lantern slides, describing her travels for film-making and writing articles for National Geographic' magazine. She died in 1982.

Of her poems I have chosen one I can resonate with, having spent my childhood on the doorstep of the Pentland Hills, south of Edinburgh:

LAMENT FOR THE PENTLAND MEN.

Oh early grey of morning-time! Oh Pentland Hills! The bracken white with frosty rime, The brown peat rills, Home of the wild-bird wet with dew, Heard ye the sunrise yearning For the eager beat of Pentland feet No more, no more, no more returning?

Up from the city’s clustered spires, Up from the glen, The thin sweet bugle-call inspires The Redford men. Home of the wild-bird wet with dew Heard ye the bugle yearning For the eager beat of Pentland feet No more, no more, no more returning?

From high Caerketton’s pebbly ridge, From Kips to Castlelaw, From Loganlee to Redford Bridge, From Dunsyre to Cobbinshaw, Braes where the sheep-dog watches lone Fling wild the echo, yearning For the eager beat of Pentland feet No more, no more, no more returning.

Oh fallen hearts of Pentland gold! Oh bleeding feet that roam The long grey silences that fold The Hills of Home! Hear ye no sobbing faint and far? The grey old Pentlands yearning For the wistful beat of children’s feet No more, no more, no more returning.

You can read more about this little know Scottish explorer and her poetry here https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poet/isobel-wylie-hutchison/?fbclid=IwAR1xQBXLm5Z020id-

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In attempt to get back into writing, here's

A bit about my Arthurian anthology (retelling) that nobody asked for:

Whispers: it's going to be a mess... sorry... It's also long and out of order...

Ambrosius was poisoned by Uther, his brother by their father’s second wife

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Uther is a shape-shifter and Gwrlais studied magic while fostering under Consul Aurelius

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Igraine is Jewish. I don’t know; it just feels right. And she’s a proven warrior (her sisters, too).

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Anna is Gwrlais’ eldest, then Elaine, then Morgan

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Merlin puts Arthur in a brothel (I’m sorry, but I really enjoyed that idea from King Arthur: Legend of the Sword)

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Uther’s next, and only other child, was named Anna, and she is not to be confused with Anna of Orkney

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Arthur leaves the brothel at 14 after he turns Cai (who is 17) in to the city guard for whatever crime he’s committed; Sir Ector comes to inquire after him, intrigued by the boy, and takes him away with him when his secret heritage is made known

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Cai is acting out due to his father, Cynyr Ceinfarfog, and mother, Sir Ector’s currently unnamed sister (probably named Elaine 😂 *shot*🙃), being killed; Sir Ector is his uncle, and he loves him, but he’s frustrated and grieving

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Arthur is called “Boy Rivers” until Sir Ector takes him in, giving him back the name Arthur; Cai calls him Wart every chance he can

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Bedwyr is black and two handed at first; he and Arthur meet in battle against the Saxons and they become fast pals. Griflet is mixed race

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Arthur stole pigs belonging to Mark, King of Cornwall; finds it hard to trust Arthur after that, even after Arthur pulls the sword Clarent from The Anvil™️

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The sword Clarent is pulled from an anvil on a stone

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There are three Guineveres: G1 mothers Arthur’s daughters; G2 dies within the first year; G3 mothers Amr and much later Loholt.

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Arthur marries G2 when he becomes King of Logres after pulling Clarent; he’s approximately __ years old (I really need to find the timeline that I did... I think he was, like, in his thirties?)

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Lancelot tries to repress his homosexuality. Galehaut encourages his exploration (but never pushes) but his duty to King and Country™️ keep him away a lot; the longer Lancelot is around Arthur, the more he falls in love with him, the more he represses it, the more he needs to convince himself he loves Guinevere. He’s a confused mess.

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Lot is not the name of the King of Lothian (anymore; he dies), it’s Uen; when Mordred is 13, he curses his ‘father’ so that the world will forget the man’s name

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May Day Massacre totally happened and that’s when Gawain uncovered his sun-powers

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Geheris has Moderate-ID

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Mordred spends his 14th birthday on a ship to Norway; he doesn’t see his family again until he’s 17 and he returns with strong Viking-ties

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Most of the Orkney Clan look next to nothing alike: Gawain is big and strapping with red hair and freckles galore; Ywain has auburn hair and light freckling, he’s a bit narrow and willowy; Gravaine is built like a barn and pale like his father with black hair; Clarissant, Agravaine’s twin, shares his black hair and stocky build but she has freckles that covered her face; Soredamor has medium-brown hair, she’s the tallest and thinnest of the lot, but physically frail with a chronic cough; Geheris is stocky with black hair, a red beard, a ruddy skin tone, and freckles; Cai the Grumbler, or Calogrenant, has light brown hair and green eyes; Gareth is albino with mismatched eyes (one brown, one pale); Mordred’s hair is long and dark brown and his eyes match Arthur’s grey; Yvain has freckles and Urien's black hair and short stature; Morfydd has pale blonde hair, dark brown eyes, and is short and curvy

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Tristan and Mordred are bros who adopt each other almost immediately

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Gay Squad: Dinadan, Galehaut, Lancelot, Ywain, Calogrenant

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Bi-Team: Galahad, Gawain, Lamo (Mordred’s servant), Bertilak, Mabon ap Modron

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Aces: Morgan le Fay, Mordred, Ambrosius Aurelianus

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Magic users: Uther Pendragon, Gwrlais, Morgan, Guinevere the Third, Myrddin, Mordred, Cwyllog, Iseult (Queen of Cornwall, Princess of Ireland), technically Tristan via harp, Gawain via solar power, technically Cai because giants

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Tristan seems drunk when he’s sober and he knows elf-tunes; the court learned that the hard way when they heckled him one too many times and he magicked those of them who weren’t sent out of the hall into an orgy they never speak of

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As much as Cai honestly loves being a knight, he's also got this secret passion for cooking and all things culinary; despite all his outward protesting of being Seneschal, he actually jumped at the chance, seeing it as a way to indulge his "little selfish interest" and to sort out all the riffraff trying to get in with Arthur

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I’m about convinced that the Orkneys as a unit lean Slytherin and Pellinore’s family leans Griffindor; this is not the cause of the feud but a participating factor in why it keeps escalating as it does

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G3 is technically a low(low low)-level earth goddess tied to the land (family of Welsh giants), and that's part of the reason she feels drawn to the men she's drawn to but her actions towards --and with-- them are her own

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Guinevak is G3's twin in every way but mothering, magic, and looks; she's the rejected bastard who spends a lot of time with Mordred, Galahad, Calogrenant, and Tristan; envious of G3, Lynette, and Cwyllog --each for different reasons

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Urien was first married to Modron (the relationship deteriorated after Mabon's abduction and she returned to Annwn) before patiently pressing suit to Morgan who eventually yields as "friends in matrimony". After Morgan chooses Accolon for a lover, Urien is upset but allows this, naming him as her personal knight

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Urien does not do comfort. Ask Morgan and Anna about when they found out Uen had sent Mordred away and the mother was distraught

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Bedwyr loses his right hand as penance for Arthur stealing King Mark's pigs.

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Yvain is a bastard child sired by Urien on his steward's wife after Morgan and Accolon are... happy together

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Anna of Orkney is... twisted up. She loves her children (a little... too much sometimes) and tries to do right by them but... well... yeah... it's... it's no bueno

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Cai has super powers. Access giant-size, extra endurance, impervious to hot or cold, and heat-radiating hands

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Uther is... terrible. He's the sorta worst, really. Seriously, the things he does

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Eigyr is not passive in captivity; that does not mean things go well for her

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Morgan was learning magic from Gwrlais and took his scrolls and books on the subject hostage after his death

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Gwrlais' daughter Elaine (the one who marries Nentres) is devotedly Jewish like her mother and raises her children as such (such as Galeshin and Hoel).

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Nentres adores Elaine in marriage and even before that took his vows as her knight and betrothed seriously; he carries whipping scars on his back (from Uther) for trying to rescue Morgan from a monastery in her name. He tells Arthur later that he bears them proudly

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Cai's parents are dead because of Uther (I can't remember how) and Sir Ector's father was a Roman soldier who stayed behind

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Mordred is technically Melehan's step-father (he's a bastard by rape) but only Mordred and the mother know. They don't talk about it

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Elaine of Garlot has psychological damage from the things Uther has done to her family and others in front of her. She has no tolerance for violence and aggression.

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Tristan has PTSD and severe depression; he's also an alcoholic

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Nentres slowly poisoned Uther over the years with hemlock

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Mordred's first wife is a Lothian common girl-turned-slave-turned-servant that he's known from childhood. Her name is Julianna, and her family name is Ruricius, coming from a Roman-merchant connection

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Morgan has been locked in a monastery twice; she escapes the second time after Uther's death and runs into Urien for the first time

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Urien owns the first claymore. His father had it made for him as joke but he's a pro now so, well, guess who has the last laugh?

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Agravaine killed a Unicorn as a child; it's okay, Unicorns are kinda evil here and will straight-up murder you

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Urien doesn't age, eat, or drink (he hasn't since Modron); he still looks super young, roughly 16-17. His younger brothers and later on his own children look older than him

[pacifymebby]

what’s your fav Sam song?

Angel in Lothian I think, Wild Grey Ocean is also one of my favourites and You're Not They Only One. But Angel in Lothian always comes out on top!!

[of-forossa]

✿ ;3c [right back at ya bro ahaha]

@lockawayknight // this is our journey to share, by night or day together we'll fare // not accepting.

// i told you in ims that i was gonna nail all three of your lovely muses, and i am nothing if not a man of my word! 

let’s start with magerold, one of the most pleasant people brom has had the pleasure of running into during his journey into drangleic. when your common fare of sane people are either stern warriors types with deep personal issues or frustrating pseudo-riddlemasters that talk in circles about crowns or souls, stumbling into a trader just chilling out in a castle sitting right in the middle of a lava lake is almost a godsend. i imagine brom has been exceptionally talkative to the lanafiran (as much as he can be rofl) and is always keen on bringing some new trinket or weapon found during his journey back for the trader to examine for himself... and as for a plot, i can easily imagine brom showing him the memory of the time of grey skies where you fight the duke’s dear freja-- when the skies were still grey, when the ancient dragons still flew... should the trader ever tire of his dragons and pursuits, when forossa is a place worthy of magerold’s person, brom will have a place waiting for him.

brom and ornifex are next and my god does he respect the crow woman, not just for the quality of her blacksmithing work or even her ability to turn greater souls into weapons worthy of legend but for the kinship that only those who no longer have a place to call home can have with one another. imagining days spent sitting near to her smithy, cleaning and sharpening his sword or maintaining his armor while exchanging stories with her about forossa and listening intently to her own tales of ariamis should she become comfortable enough to share them... for plotlines and headcanons, i definitely imagine that brom took his sword to her when he found a titanite slab-- who else could he trust to forge his longstanding companion into the annals of history? i also think that brom returned to her many times after leaving drangleic to converse and offer her a place in forossa once he’s reclaimed her from the god of blood... and that he came back one last time on the day before his battle with wolnir: to commission her in the forging of a shield from the soul of king vendrick, and to say goodbye to his dear friend.

we’ve arrived at your boy creighton, and i honestly don’t even know where to start with this stubborn but so earnest knight of yours bud. we’ve talked at length and traded asks and plotted on things i can just viscerally feel happening in a sense, from brom fighting alongside him and seeing how he carries himself past the bloodshed and wanton violence to that growing bit of faith he has begun to nurture for the people he’s met since entering drangleic-- those who have been battered down and bloodied by their circumstances, curse or not, yet still seek to make something of themselves despite it all... people that brom resonate with, and with creighton fiercely so. so brom puts that faith into creighton. entrusts the weight of forossan memory better or worse in lothian’s axe to his grandson. fights tooth and claw against the decay of this world that his kinsman (his kinsman, his brother-of-the-sword, his fellow forossan not fallen or broken, not yet, never--!) in creighton will find a place to belong... a place that may very well be his ancestral home, if creighton would take his hand after their journey in drangleic is complete. he would kneel before him, he would set his sword upon the earth, and he would ask his kinsman to come home with him. to take back their land, to see the country lothian once wielded that axe in the defense of, to be welcomed back not with scorn or malice but with the kinship he so rightly deserves... and without looking that far into the future, you know i’m hella down for brom showing him how lothian was through lothian’s eyes, that the truth be revealed to him of the love his grandfather had for him.