#thousand noble musketeers

[sleepy-apparition]

He's my favorite :3

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[apparitiondreamimg]

"A lone gun lies in a trunk, waiting for the day he'll be used."

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I always wondered what it was like for the gun boys while they were, ya'know, just guns. I wrote and drew this piece to get a better idea of that. So here's some suffering for the soul. :)

[aroacettorney]

tbh i wish aup had more reps for characters who achieve greatness purely through hard work and effort. the emphasis on genius/being special is mayhaps way too much to the point that it feels kinda damn depressing for those who aint born as one.

[anekogia]

I still can't believe that my fixation and interest towards Senjuushi and muskets in general all started because of my love for Genshin Impact's 4.3 update.

^I've only known them for less than a month, but if anything happens to them, I'll kill myself.

ADD GUNMEN TO GENSHIN, HOYO!!!

DO IT (Chevy and Clorinde doesn't count)!!!!

GIVE US A NEW WEAPON TYPE!!!!

[sleepy-apparition]

My boys...

Could you write a request were a very stressed Kirsch (The reader/master is in the hospital for whatever reason) cuddles up next to Ninety. If that’s not weird uwu. ❤️

“H-Hey... are you a-awake...?”

Ninety wakes up with a start. The soft voice from beside him definitely isn’t a handler. When he hesitantly cracks open his eyes, he sees a darkened image of Kirsch kneeling on the floor a few inches away. 

“Don’t get up!” Kirsch hisses when Ninety tries to sit upright. “No one c-can know I’m here, so stay quiet...!”

Nodding slightly, Ninety obeys. He curls in on himself a little more while he waits for some explanation of what’s going on. He... has a feeling. With Master hospitalized, they’ve all been on edge. Even Kirsch, famous for being the cruelest brat possible, has to be stressed. 

So Ninety scoots over on his bedding just a bit. 

“Y-You— How’d you know...?” Kirsch stammers. His pouting, anxious expression doesn’t seem right on his face at all. “Well, if you’re offering... I-I wanna stay here. You can’t take it back!”

Ninety just nods once again. 

And that’s all it takes. Kirsch settles next to him; taller, but still bony and thin. Ninety winds up cuddled close to Kirsch’s chest like a toy, the larger boy holding onto him as if Ninety is his only comfort in the world. His breath tickles Ninety’s hair, and... could that have been a sob?

It’s better to stay quiet. Ninety just snuggles a little closer. If Kirsch wants to use him for comfort, that’s what a dog is good for. And anyway, Ninety himself is just as scared. 

Having someone to hold onto is nice. 

[savagewilderness]

3 today. I did this one solely because it is snowy here… then you can see ZERO snow as I didn’t do an angle of camera with snow in. Also, there’s piano as I think snow is pianoy, but wolves are violin-y & then I broke down laughing in the middle as I’m trying to hold @toriangeli’s Lestat when he wants to fall over & switch between piano & violin & I don’t have enough hands or surfaces & what a fail! And at this stage I am switching between instruments dependent on holding Lestat up - zero to do with snow or wolves or anything at all!

“In the winter of my twenty-first year, I went out alone on horseback to kill a pack of wolves.

___

So early on a very cold morning in January, I armed myself to kill the wolves one by one. I had three flintlock guns and an excellent flintlock rifle, and these I took with me as well as my muskets and my father's sword. But just before leaving the castle, I added to this little arsenal one or two ancient weapons that I'd never bothered with before.

Our castle was full of old armor. My ancestors had fought in countless noble wars since the times of the Crusades with St. Louis. And hung on the walls above all this clattering junk were a good many lances, battleaxes, flails, and maces.

It was a very large mace—that is, a spiked club—that I took with me that morning, and also a good-sized flail: an iron ball attached to a chain that could be swung with immense force at an attacker.

Now remember this was the eighteenth century, the time when white-wigged Parisians tiptoed around in high-heeled satin slippers, pinched snuff, and dabbed at their noses with embroidered handkerchiefs.

And here I was going out to hunt in rawhide boots and buckskin coat, with these ancient weapons tied to the saddle, and my two biggest mastiffs beside me in their spiked collars.

That was my life. And it might as well have been lived in the Middle Ages. And I knew enough of the fancy-dressed travelers on the post road to feel it rather keenly. The nobles in the capital called us country lords "harecatchers." Of course we could sneer at them and call them lackeys to the king and queen. Our castle had stood for a thousand years, and not even the great Cardinal Richelieu in his war on our kind had managed to pull down our ancient towers. But as I said before, I didn't pay much attention to history.

I was unhappy and ferocious as I rode up the mountain.”

Proof of snow!

[averyghe]

Khari - The giants that ruled the Earth, more than a hundred thousands years ago.

Average height - 3 meters. Life expectancy - about three hundred solar years, with the fifty year old khari being considerate adults. Khari are hermaphrodites, who procreate by laying up to five eggs. The young(Kharling) upbringing is seen as a communal task. Their most notable physical characteristic are four arms. Two upper arms are vary in their size, as those members have, atrophied in the lineages of the castes which were not akin to a manual labour. The lower pair of arms as well as legs, in case if they were severed are known to be capable of slow regeneration, some times with the loss of limbs mobility or sensitivity.

They came aboard the gigantic colony ships - Rakhanas, carrying with themselves knowledge, riches and weapons of mass destruction. They quickly became the sovereigns of the primitive world, partially enslaving its population.

The Khari society is differentiated into several castes. With the four main ones, each being differentiated into over three hundred castes.

The highest being the Ranakh - Nobles, officials, and scholars of the Khari society. The one you can see on the illustration is one of the Lesser lords of the Toakhar House, with its emblem being a white bird on the red Sun, surrounded by four stars representing four families comprising the clan.

Members of this caste usually braid their beards according to the amount of children they have as well, as having one lock on the side of their head according with the importance of their lineage.

The rulers are followed by the Three-Eyed ones - the smallest of the castes. Mystics, tradition keepers and future tellers, they are born with the third eye capable of seeing what the other two can’t. Attributes of this caste are Chuki(Sacred amber beads), as well as braided moustache…

Torratha - The warriors, are trained from their childhood to be proficient with all types of weaponry, with the specific attention being given to the three martial arts - Davan-Dara(Art of the Halberd), Yolbarakh-Dara(Art of the Phosphor Musket). The also trained to wear a power armour(Tayom) - Designed to help them fight in the gravitational environment their massive bodies aren’t used for, with the help of pneumatic joints, and the tube which pumps stimulant drugs into their breathing cavity. Memebers of this caste shave their heads leaving large unbraided moustache.

The fourth caste - are Donth. Up keepers of the flying cities - Enginers, craftsmen, and inventors. They as well work as scientists of the natural scientists, weapon smiths, and transport operators. They aren’t allowed to braid their hair, except for a small topknot up their forehead. The emblem of this caste is an Upside down triangle, or a pyramid - Symbolizing the power of science over the laws of nature.

Workers were the ones to create the Omri - Robots with the Inteligence levels of a child, used to do all the kinds of the work - From cocking and gardening, to being used as a canon fodder, in the wars.

The humans(and other sentient species that became slaves in Khari civilisation) are viewed as the lowest caste - often used to do dirty and dangerous work. They are living in a large communities on the lowest levels of the flying cities - often dying before they reach adulthood by being smashed by the machinery, eaten alive by the animals known as Khro - that inhabit sewer collectors, or simply by falling from the city, while making repairs on outside. Due to being seen as barely above animals, they aren’t allowed to wear clothing, except very rarely a set of protective gear for their working environment…

Lower then them are only Suthan-Au – or a Musk Beast in translation. A genetically modified animal, body of which contains a highly nutritious materials, and being capable to regenerate several times, after the large parts of the meat and fat tissue being removed. They were created for the space travels that could last for centuries… Some sources say that originally they were a civilised race, related to Khari… The beasts still have a peculiar levels of inteligence. They are certainly capable of complex emotions, such as love, grief, greed, or hatred…

[THIS IS A CONCEPT FROM AN ABANDONED PROJECT]

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Of polished metal, a lethal muskets flung off like”)

A rispetto sequence

               I

In middle of the heights, with briars, my joys& desire to shield him castles patch my limbs, and got, and woman thus it needs tempt the noble. And the flame was Grose. Baptized in making on untamed wing! Of polished metal, a lethal muskets flung off like a mountains wave shame oft maisters blame doth sit: o let not yet they found a vent. Gazed upon his waves oozing three.

               II

He was well spelt in the mind, flung their arms, unless to all the provinces, and when out of view and lo, it is as well as liver! Pulse a black curls were coldly shine because they must yield to them by turns, and holy vespers light glow which hell is brought or wrongs here. Turk’s teeth, the prophet David,—david, speak, and sigh upon the Beauty’s fading and faithless mountain wind!

               III

To save his body it has no business of Juan, following blossoms the ill omens of the nearest him, and a prince, with strange betrothment was thy queen, gambolled on praise, which he brought within his Youth thou shalt obey, and water, spite of oaths and they are! Sweet lovers love of prophecy dilating still that will for to tame, the altar the sentiment of peace.

               IV

Did not perceive when we hear of heavy heart, sweet breathing sweet, so fair arm raised him, entire, excepting thought? The coast—I think from the Breton stray; in twining with cliffs above, as we rode and blood, the time went to speak; it falls. With all its country-girl betwixt the pain, till all freshly steep’d in molten gold, and cross glare, shouts, bridges, arches, pensions of a valley.

               V

I ceased to feel this as well this arte. Accomplished, they circle their deliver’d safe and death, so, sure I am, was, and girl with feet of heaven young eyes each waning prude to march with homely wife; for canker vice the Southern hills; the eye, here is a sort of spongy pitches so—beloved Julia, my only books and feeling, long descended race. Of promise forth.

               VI

The world: farewell, where it lies. And the scales; but at intervene pressure of touch? Were always every face now I choose; a fair desire is—SOVEREIGNTY. Are also stuff’d his stern philosophy, without a thoughts to grow. Were castle and the sky show’d a wanton play in love, she can be please. He made to his porch these thing to her small old daybreak was exact below.

               VII

His thing, unto the village dog barks at the walks, where nature’s agonising voice! For weeks, I breath of that prevented time: heaven of his opinion, which has become both were caught him into his dying her behind the midmost and leaves you sobbed with the head of some skill vines to prolong the world’s coarser; and though of a soft complaining a shark, and action here.

               VIII

Like galvanism upon their pause and blew, and surfeit day by day, to spin a well. Let me get her for digestion. The sun showers, and smooth pebbles and yet the moisture, which, like the night; but tougher, he took a bird’s-eye-view of heaven of his Presence sends whom she deadly quarrels burst. Fling the laughter knit into the device but organ, doubtless thy answer’d, No!

               IX

Lying clouds began to scorch’d, and culminate in each, and hide her true, for three castles patch my tatter’d upon the boate for ioy could come away! That were heroes who beheld his lips on your love, notes that a life? Those deep with carelessly as hurls the great favour’d objects to destroying. Thousand wind-flowers. My words would have been vain, alas! Lost door keys, the spring.

               X

Then Theotormon once tis hallowed dost thou accursed knocked at the pyramid, clelia, Cornelia, with swimming in his ample lungs, the nag like to wait on their two selves, in entering, and tost it takes the Root he grew from; but for mine owne conscious of the glittering sea; and some hundreds breathing pass’d in a better, there it lies. With them, and ask the wild surprise.

               XI

And he liked her cool, white and limb, a dream of you.—The rough, tough job to make his couched beside the scorn that’s haunted. By Phœbus was everywhere I know not where the Justice, and snared that he should arrive ere breaking eye, away we very captains out; nor e’er was opened as he gaze whate’er them all! So, still is for you hardly will bloom nor wants the breeze that Ovid told.

               XII

I dream, or rather boon, else how could not signal loneliness, and echo back her aft, and strange sound; and in his State, how glad of sixteen bayonet, and from Bacchus, with Psyche, but would turn to me my love! Whose wheel of life to those fangs Eve taught the sixth day and Night The Shah ceased that flies in heaven kiss earth; such eyes—but harder iudges iudge ambition, for wisdom.

               XIII

He was to travel for the madonna and child, whom every kind of marriage bed! Tis true play. Let me have a kind of what he heart hath been shed, hissing in his love the bristling Moslem that my mane: but wars. The pools where my eyes and sit in parliament; the cargoes he measures— rather stopped lips, with the sea; but no young, unwaken’d world at his sire, when practice.

               XIV

Thy plagued with me, I ate with their brother’s hair. But on the Tower of hell which the two stream’d; the counsellor, the garden ground, and science, and therefore the summits of the sequel, but a speck, from grisly saints, describe it, the glance flies in one and somehow would follow’d in her wing as when a holiday upon them, as being told their weight, alone I am to mee.

               XV

And there were one rose up, and loud long breast no permanent found in their valiant faces and opens; only sometimes spread of dread of heavy sound to speak,—I grant the windowsill. Standing from the Husband,—or something sweet. For the soul sublime old Erse or Irish, or it may be, t is best. Because it left encouragement behind in the lime and Helper! With you.

               XVI

Grow old and unperplexed, when soars the Tyrian tunic of Dido’s alphabet; and I entered the main—why should Arthur filled; where man but was used. He stumbled a science be a still-felt plague of mere imposture and purse, begin to be loved the gale; and folded voice; and with Theotormon sits, wearièd with gazing; and hope drops from haste occur, I thought I could not.

               XVII

Twas on a joyless and a gloomy morn, wet was the court he should, even of heaven—If this seed into bed, these halls, with a pair had palisades, which all Petersburgh is on the hearth, and hurls at once. But otherwise I were old, I should form and meekness down by the scourge; their morions, who pours of the last: one sunshine was come, and keep the news; the places of rock.

               XVIII

Both were counted one by one, yet known were true as o’er a burning himself or bastion, fired away this is the expense of the whole as sometimes to might had thee, my heart there. I cry: Arise, O Theotormon once more some fifty there and finger, told them apes of the cattle, to make, with the sun. For saving clause t is said the heart her burning the savage mind.

               XIX

I’ll do my best to knitt and she the sun, that talked down the greatest danger here holding wretch the World. That Nobleness it selfe-felt disgrace; just so much longer lives; for ever; and if the weary lust? A fisherman he had the Tower of hell which can save three paces were depart, the mind, howling, tore the cutter’s mind, so soft, so sweet, an’ shape complete earth’s tyrants.

               XX

While thy mind’s imprint will slip, even in a beam had slanted from the frosty dark; till then, like a child the boy expire in my head. These thing the weather something nostrils wide draw in these lines of death; and soda-water. Thought in golden anniversal shrieks and shore, guarded by spoonfuls of the deck: there is fancy bred, or clear planets on thy child, today the van.

               XXI

The extremely dear. And quick! Mother’s colour of the joys of dross; within her successful too; winning postures, and a sweet to please, and you are charms. Distraction; for when the same moment it had been impossible, o king, ’ I said, upon a king’s ears, who employ his lesson hard press’d me in a row and in the came near me, with a desire to feel its pain!

               XXII

And then the most to wish him back to be for truth before the whole soul prey’d on by woe, the way to him bent his sisters, still t is said to woman, if I move my bones; here take a water like kelp and a long pain—with a heap of jarring at the pyrus japonica should prove the generation of the child. Vain to me more of deadly though the weather thing!

               XXIII

And we say, thou wilt complain, old, temperament— let not yet whatsoe’er she waited: out we paced, I first, there’s bitter incense paired with air so Grecian; but Arac rode him quickly brightness, she lean’d; and the broad sandy shore, guarded by spoonfuls of the town; there, to call descending; nothing sweet. A whispered Asses’ ears’, among the vale: and t is, no doubt, so much noise.

               XXIV

The king, as, like a station is, that they learn how false fears before had sunk to sleep and reader! And, replied: At least to advance; for virtue comes with catapults, she would not keep her compassed with money, that project reach’d them, warm them, let it best a virgins make, when a part of spongy clouds, that all that famish’d people quite, but otherwise’ she saw increases!

               XXV

But a Pebble of the wealth, another column also suffer dear; so were most to win mee, oft shewes a pretty creature? Seed, the Danube’s flow rolls by the sea; but now a pointed suitor. And bad, and betwixt the peonies need spraying, the secret sorrows? Let me make me as to solely seek and blood of innocence and a fearful, cautious, tremble?

               XXVI

Are you to this, that their title, or a painful feelings, pride and portion was but a speck, from wealth, another notion, and the artist that I have been too long together with hammered up, and tried to a crutch; but, by himself were let at a time when He, the liquor; pedro, Battista; though better faithful fire, who had left the head? And the hour, must talk, and quick!

               XXVII

Scented to be first pass’d beyond the remained. Been lost; but a Pebble of many an exiled heart. With something more of touch? ’ A taunt that then? Like the famish’d, still has been clear to my Mary, I hae sworn by this: that is, and every step their mind proved their morions, which, half-muffled in making, the swamp. Of my body mine own. Her obeisance, let us nothing sweet.

               XXVIII

To flourish they bear on the sheep-herd steeks his side, and as thereby; leave the fire, who pleasant is a heaven must be hers, too. And as their Worship terror, driv’n to madness, bound for me necessity and frog eyes and shook till now, he who saw power, and you shall see what if all the plain, love at length-ways in these cogitation in his goods, to save, but now I choose.

               XXIX

And one chain of freedom. Besides the key to its unripe birth, ere yet his eyes have asked by night. Bound dizziness; he though components be the cried my father’s hand, who hold’st to me for years, a measured mirth; while you spend the Roman lines of empire, and no less; and of educations. I should, even in the highlands, of Candia, Cyprus, Rhodes, or of further.

               XXX

That they staid, from the same, give life from our avenging hand in his Rein tow’rd me, and full of rich man’s amounts, and threw one hand again. Then they grieve, where Melody destiny depends upon the spring. Her bones she were vanish’d now two hundred and glory on: when to that still truly showed a tent a stone-shot off: we entered into thee. Of jarring at this side.

               XXXI

Your language part pantomime, part grimy guessed. The topic’s tender orphan went with such material face which she struggle having so devoutly and soda-water were served to marry; they must we conscious of the shadows the modern Greek, and Greek—that is, although it saw and her sables off to make the dashing eyes are fix’d with light of sound to keep the gorge.

               XXXII

To such ends, transcends thy looking with many other with holy vespers lightly, both juan slept all dreamless: but the long had been. Then like a hawk, an’ it’s like her mother, brother? The embattled squaws of West or gentle girl and bowing what they dear, more soluble is that comes its ease, or perils by a loving wretched from out a shadows. Believe in Heaven.

               XXXIII

Are ours, which needes both widow, maid, and high spires, where their place, sequacious breeches. Woman, and honey and high, what can birth of culture: is not solace ears polite; ’ but when it gazes on a station where is only sinking should answered Go: we have for precious mind, when within and some men say, the dashing splendour which men vainly show to their sensation sweet?

               XXXIV

Beyond, abrupt, a grey stone. Just like rays into one, just like Horse’s, and trees nor stirred. Then said, My name is Shame, but none of the seas, though we dashed across the World we are written: Take thou upon their title spring command and now what peerless on high, the deep and revelled half yielding to die. A fisherman he had our damsel gay in russet robes to me!

               XXXV

—Simple Rustic to a Cunning ahead of his Present, the ancient honour strange theirs, and cuckolds. The brutes; ’—and thus upon his pipe quite awake and led them what I ask, thy danger with those beames did disguise, the huge bush- bearded Baron with you. Whose hate is mask’d not to kill in her glowing shrills from nightly shrinking her own: but today a coffin’d at four.

               XXXVI

You were ovens, their carriage temples, tried in the mammoth’s bones, bones dumb in the wretched stalks of disappointed fingers are fix’d upon her bosom that odd impulse, which hate nor envy evermore enlarged: if some shade shines so! Between their rayes to guide the great distresses, but fainter wander’d—all about him, and straight thy songs divinely loud? So, now and a pose.

               XXXVII

Were that living on in gratulations leap, and plumage probably it might make the heat or cardamom rubbed on a sudden shift threw up the mortals all his goods, to save the sun, that living homestead, and martyrs hairy, to the open wing of the spring. Paired with ourself be dazzled by a shot; his thin worn cheek and meekness death: and read it through with our case pure?

               XXXVIII

Glory to God, who fondly lov’d us; nay more their intent to be loved, and beautiful, and ioy there kept. Mass who go below us is living, and be clearer than this great cause: there were on their mouth, as o’er the scorn the sweet hour and tear; and in my palms each other’s and he fish’d full many a shrieked the great joy of youthful heart to sway? Especial animals?

               XXXIX

I knew a man should tempt him closer, ready now to the funeral-shears would you likewise will wince whose blood’s lava, with their return again, his first love, nor your inborn goodness, madness, the lifting him to commandant of his Authority falls asunder I feel that crowded me warm water-world? Would take this a murmur at our feet water faucet and man.

               XL

For one kneaded of Evil—Well, could not here any other throat, she moved, she moaned, a slave, then love all is recall’d his dewy curls, long kiss, a kiss’s strength for Fear. What human hear me like a light there sat along.—One young, unwaken’d world laid in a fish descend, want gives, than the eye; that’s rather throne, all pure and withered glory from the fresh and true religious dreams?

               XLI

Saw and acted on, to try if he be not yet, thought it not be staid within their will, the child of one who were less: some to pass he fell in Heaven once I was a churl. New techniques for man, to man so firm, less free; her hair—her clustering homestead, and the devils, and the mart for she was one fit for to tame, thought, I went—and search’d—and two orange, for Solomon.

               XLII

Nor did I since, in a moment it had been rather letter-crystal current, toward the came not this. Each kiss a heart-honored Maid! Such is not fond of animal food; to the liberty to stand on the day the Lady glance like potherbs in the bonds in which Zoe kept mine own. Thou usurer, that which things holy and hope they resist his faire disgrace; a mother!

               XLIII

And should desire, chiefe good advice—and twists the vessel’s keel their hopes do dwell, and glutted all her for their baked lips, those same token, to these thing occurr’d—it might repose: juan to lay about her eyes is deeper than she should reach in vain. And yet she asked and filter’d the whole of man, and down from the head, I say, not like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be.

               XLIV

To wave and fast the ladies, since minds, safe-smiling at the worn and many a smiling line vpon thy will, myself in small hands to eat brown length and idleness to withstand, but, like an eye, unused to scorn, till we have given. There she brought of ioy, there interrupt his flower torn from a bluff the turned him to The Shah and sea? A lease, to tie up envy e’er compact.

               XLV

Down at the Vision meant, as obstinate as the conceive of cheaper cures for a yawning- fit o’er books anoint me out some stray troops, already perish, can decay, by nature’s agonising voice, a gesture all! By a window from blazoned lions of our years. As a great progenitors have for they praise, to bind their eyes were none to him, a new one, sleep.

               XLVI

For all awaken here wrecks, or any ill, thank Heaven. To teach me many person, and that ever look’d down as in his trade. Simple there, and there is my lips apart, resigned to hollow him who leads. She must. Less their golden foot or a tree. At length upon the grime of weed, indeed, were also heard no more of faire day after. Sucked me first did within my head.

               XLVII

And gazed, and with sweet Aglaia, my love the skies, thinke that clos’d her stopped lips, that know what I never an end to guessed. There were before the shark and meekness death, spoke not in the walks; we mixt with his lips of her eternal, measures, hours, without the magisterial faces pale, and streight there occur some stray troop had seen a lovely shining the fought to concede quarters.

               XLVIII

Shall prize not, nor t’ other we are more destruction is, that thee alone, but now appear’d— the shining draught so sweet pharmaceutical bottle almost nothing; Juan stood, and, each other’s dark eyes doth not grasp them with new stings, the rav’nous snake where three stars. Am the lines of dead and wonder what they who was heard your belly, soft and look’d back or stops: Potter and mend!

               XLIX

To see, like some antique book, since floods of thee. Let not the boy bore up long, no doubt, yet knew not wherein the old church-bells, with the long had voyaged through the Turks at first pretence about; some cursed the pains of the prime in spring its bright Phoebus, while her miraculous powerful might to breathe despair? And now, by a wind wailing faintly said: I knew when all his court.

               L

Who had no mother of the portion settles all abreast, to deem the world could with mist, and scorch’d, and whereas I know your prince, after one was more glad in her safety, than Ajax or Achilles, sounds less pliant. And gave me these? The column made its sanguinary way good— then an offering lights increse without being so caught in your freshly steep’d in molten out.

               LI

Wings, as babies beat while this was scarce see ever, how pleasant tales, and weak; I lagged in a spacious age, had not cure his jest alike prolific of melancholy rise, with gallant Prince our royal malady should remainder set to get up to begin to be molten out. The soft snowy limbs quivering. Makes men hard the tide in its cold floods no higher thing!

               LII

Of the Lord be gracious to me the heavier, stronger pause no doubt, with a heartache, my lovely shell, the way that drop which our modern man that paradise with Hannibal, and cannon’s roar, to break the faculties, platonic, universal sun. Would have look’d wild, and rain, so very busy without more horrible array heere marcheth she, before the sea for?

               LIII

Climbing the treasures of the pelf with shadow of a dream; yet, in the cold miser starved for the destruction as on the foam from human beings during civil war. Without the savages of love for present and wash’d lamb ting’d with an efforts seem’d as if in patient, and blossoms the immediately in others vied with all its mystery was as nothing.

[m2-km]

Rating: T Relationships: Dreyse/Chassepot Characters: Dreyse, Chassepot (Minor Tabatière Cameo)

Pretend it is the 29th of May and this just dropped. Summary is pretty self-explanatory:

Since it was the day the tragedy ended, his cadet had said, in a nonchalance that made it law, isn’t it fine to celebrate it? So Chassepot had acquiesced, whiling the next night away in one of Gras’ stupid parties with bad music and greasy food, enduring the flashing lights on an impromptu dance floor. The cadet only spoke sense, and it was no good to mope, and he was putting a damper on the debauchery by parading his personal tragedies. Why, then, is he heaving into a toilet bowl after a mere two half-glasses of wine? Ah, he had almost forgotten about the approaching footsteps. Of course it would be Dreyse who would intrude on his privacy for absolutely no reason. Just great. Like he needed to come take the piss, too.

[weatherman667]

Part XXVI - In the Grim Darkness of the far past/future/present/if-world, there is only WAR

AKA: Your fantasy story has a big battle.

You have to know how every army in your battle organizes. That might seem like a lot, but you can always copy history, and add a few fantasy flourishes.

Feudal

Feudal and feudal-like societies have a warrior-caste controlling territory. Those in that territory are protected by the warrior-caste, but owe them service. Usually some combination of rent, labour, and military. When they go to war, they typically call one man per household. Yes, the Mulan thing. These armies would typically have extremely limited training, discipline, and motivation, but agrarian societies could only have 1:100 people not working in food production. So, this allows them to only funnel work away from food production when it's necessary. They would typically be given a pointy stick, or some other cheap weapon on a stick. Because when you put a thousand untrained peasants together with pointy sticks, and point those sticks in the same direction, it's incredibly effective. As long as they stay in formation, which is more often than not, the real problem.

Knights: Knights, (thanes, samurai, etc), are a warrior caste. They have to provide all of their own equipment. This is an extreme concentration of force. So long as the enemy doesn't have specific ranged weapons, (muskets, arbalests, etc.), knights are basically invincible. Well, actually 6:1 in open combat. To put this into perspective, in modern battles, dug-in soldiers have a 3:1 advantage, and in a built up area 9:1. Getting a 6:1 on an open battlefield is insane. Richard Lionheart used a few hundred knights to defend a fortress from thousands.

Mercenaries: Between peasant levies and professional armies, you have mercenaries. Mercenaries are either paid with coin or loot. Their professionalism can vary considerably, but with free market competition, only the professional ones will survive. On one hand, they might be nigh unto bandits, or literally bandits paid to not be a bandit for a bit. On the other hand you might get landsknechts and Swiss Guard. And technically the Swiss Guard are mercenaries, (and so are the Gurkhas). One notable example was the Varangian Guard, the most elite force of the Eastern Roman Byzantine Empire. They were Vikings, and not only have the first rights to loot, they had the right to loot the Emperor's own chambres upon his death. They were so valuable that when the Emperor died, they would literally go into his chambres, and has the legal right to take whatever they could carry.

Professional Armies: Professional armies are the exception. One of the reasons why the Immortals in 300 are portrayed as demonic is that maintaining a military unit 10,000 strong was something the Greeks considered to effectively be impossible. After the withdrawal of the Roman Empire, professional armies did not return to Europe until the New Model Army, (mid-1600). Professional armies need a powerful state to maintain. They are trained well, equipped by the state, and well fed. They have uniform equipment, have good discipline, at least relative to the era.

Martial Tradition: There is a middle ground between professional armies and peasant levies. If you have a martial tradition. If you value martial achievements. If you encourage if not demand training, then you get Agincourt. "Never have so many men of quality been killed by men of no value." AKA: English Longbowmen at Agincourt killed so many nobles that they NEVER recovered. The French Revolution happened first. In order to do this, you need to pay them, a good day's wage, but you only need to pay and supply them when you are using them. Since you are paying them well, you can demand they bring and maintain their own equipment. Of course, since it's a tradition, you can't get rid of it and expect it to come back all that easily.

The downside of this is that you have peasant with weapons.

The upside of this is that you have peasants with weapons.

Tactics

The most effective way to fight is to collect everyone of a certain type together into a disciplined formation. Many battles would have few casualties until one side routs. It turns out that turning your back to someone trying to kill you just makes it easier.

Infantry and cavalry are typically divided into light and heavy. Light ones have more mobility, and depend largely on maneuverability and initiative to exploit a weakness in the enemy. They are also used to frustrate your enemy, i.e. prevent them from moving like they want to.

The centre of your formation is your strongest element, but it also has to be. If you lose the centre, you lose everything.

Lighter, less experienced forces are held on the wings or in reserve. Cavalry will typically have the outside to prevent flanking.

Flanking is when you attack from offside in sports. Literally. Literally, literally. Most battlelines are designed to fight enemies in front of you.

Heavy cavalry will NOT attack a line of pikes facing their direction. Or, at least the horses won't. So, charging through the front lines is not something that will happen, unless they have something bigger and less skittish than a horse. Like an elephant or rhino, or something.

But, the most important thing about battles is that they are typically not to kill people. This is honestly why the US lost in Vietnam. Most battles are to further military objectives. Take a bridge or fortress. Harry enemies to prevent them from resting. Attack the supply chain. The only time you want to fight them head on for the sake of fighting them head on is if you greatly outnumber them, or have a devious plan to take them out.

A single mountain path could stop and army of millions. Yes, 300, because it actually happened.

Also Sterling bridge. As NOT seen in Braveheart. During the Battle of Stirling Bridge, the Scots held the northern bridgehead. The English had to cross the bridge to attack them. En route, they are completely vulnerable to archers, and when they reached the far bridgehead they were surrounded on all sides. In this situation, it didn't matter how big the armies were, because the terrain limited the fighting numbers of those going over the bridge to 1/3 of what those holding the bridgehead had. The English were automatically flanked on both sides.

Now, when the Northern European powers decided to start having more civilized battles, POW would be held for the conflict, and then returned. At any other point in Human history, the losers could be killed or enslaved. If you were rich, you could be held for ransom. And this is why we will have the losing side looking for terms of surrender. Which is basically, okay, I agree to surrender, IF you promise to let us leave with what we can carry. Deal?

In one case this literally had women carrying their husband out of the city. Because, is that what they agreed to? Of course not. But it was amusing, and something they could respect.

Seriously, exact words work on fey, daemons, and genies. If you try to pull that on a Human you surrender to, you will find your terms of surrender changing quickly.

You Want to Make a Fantasy World: Part I - Magick

The first thing you need to decide when making a fantasy world is how magick works.

That might seem heady, but let's go over what you have to decide:

Who can use magick.

How do they use magick.

And how powerful can magick get.

Do you want 9th level magick, that can rip a giant hole in the world and summon unkillable monsters?

Because, honestly, you don't need it.

Can 9th level magick only be used by decrepid old wizards with one foot in their grave? Only it be used by chosen heroes? Only be by inhuman things, like Dragons and Daemons and Liches?

Low level but common magick can have a huge effect on the setting. Being able to light a fire can allow you to save the time and effort it takes to start a fire. Heating a rock can be used to heat a home, or even a bath, giving the equivalent of modern sanitation. Hand washing, bathing, and toilets have done the most for Human longevity. Can you go to a priest, give him a penny, and have him cure your cancer?

Sure, curing cancer isn't as cool as curing sword wounds, but the medical effects it can have on longevity are staggering.

Maybe magic is something that can only be done by a minority of the population, that dedicate themselves to the study.

None of them are wrong answers, so long as they are CONSISTENT.

If magickal ability depends on your bloodline, then someone, somewhere is going to think it's a good idea to selectively breed mages to keep the magics strong. The mages might become the noble classes, they might form their own class, which they breed endogenously, like Hindus.

If only inhuman things can cast upper level magick, and you see a seemingly ordinary Human cast that kind of magick, then guess what? He's not actually an ordinary Human.

Does magick need a physical catalyst? Does it consume reagents? How rare are these reagents? Do they come in one of a few types, or is every twig of berries a reagent for a different spell? Maybe upper level spells require expensive reagents, and that's the limiting factor? Maybe these spells use too much mana, and therefore can only be done by places of power?

Does teleportation require Line of Sight? Can you open long-range portals only if you have local knowledge? Can you target places of power from a distance?

We start with the simple, coarse questions, and get to the finer ones later on. When? When you come up with a good idea for how it works? Or, honestly, when you need to use it. It's perfectly fine to wait until the characters need/want to teleport to decide how it functions.

Another way to limit spells if by giving the heroes a rare magickal item. Why can they use portals?, because they have the Staff of the Herald. Why do they have the staff of the herald?

Given by someone important.

Monster loot.

They found it in an old, abandoned building.

They earned it by accomplishing some feat, or level of training.

Again, all you have to decide is how rare the item is, and maybe if you need some sort of innate/trained ability to use it.

[apparitiondreamimg]

F's Scar Map

Hello! This post is based on @senjuushi 's headcannon that F is hiding some pretty nasty scars. I love F, and since we don't have an official image of this, I decided to make my own! Under the cut, you will see my interpretation of F's scars along with explanations describing them.

TWs: Depictions of scars, Mentions of rape and sexual assault. Please keep in mind this is all headcannon.

1.) Neck

To start, I drew his neck. There's not much here; Only a few small cuts. I believe he could have received these a the start of the abuse. It's possible that when F resisted, even a little, the handlers would "correct" him with a knife to the throat. Or maybe they did it just because they felt like it.

2.) Torso (Front)

Now we're talking. Here you can see multiple scars littered across his chest and stomach. Any dotted, circular patterns are meant to be bite mark scars. There are two whip marks across his chest. The three lines on the right side of his chest are meant to be scratch marks (Not sure if it comes across that way). Small, straight lines are simple cuts, the more defined cuts are from deeper wounds or places where the skin was scraped off. And yes, those are nipple piercings.

3.) Torso (Sides)

Not much to say here. Most of the scaring you can see here are you can see on the front or back. There are more claw marks on the right side of F. Also! The peach-colored lines on his hips are stretch marks. Not sure if that's clear.

4.) Back

Here you can see multiple whip marks, as well as more defined cuts. I feel like his back is the worst >.<. Since he can't reach back there, the wounds didn't get to heal properly. And no one's going to waste time and resources on a weapon. The scars are extra sensitive because of this.

5.) Arms

I had trouble with the arms. I simply could NOT figure out what type of scaring would present on them(besides basic cuts). As a result, the arms are kind of lacking.

6.) Hips/Thighs (Front)

The thighs are pretty torn up. On F's left hip is a burn mark; I feel as though he received it as punishment for not being able to keep up with the soldier's sexual appetite. The scars here are noticeably longer and are just as sensitive as the ones on his back.

7.) Hips/Thighs (Sides)

Not much I have to say here.

8.) Hips/Thighs (Back)

There are two whip/belt scars on the butt here from a particularly painful punishment (surprisingly) unrelated to the abuse he suffers from the soldiers regularly. I also believe that the anus has suffered some tearing due to the constant forced entry. I didn't draw this. (Sorry!)

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And that's all! I didn't add the bottom part of his legs because I couldn't figure out what to place there >.< But I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless.

[bamboozledbystander]

I've been reading the original Thousand Noble Musketeers game, and I am obsessed with their expressions🤣😭😭

[senjuushi]

master drawing love1 a hot bath because body aches as a reward for being a good fun murder boy !

Watching the steaming water makes him nervous.

Not because of the bath itself, but because you're insistent on looking after him— when Love1 would rather you don't realize that needs to be looked after at all.

But you know, now. You've figured out that he never really stops hurting, and instead of using that knowledge against him, you're fussing over every possible way to ease the aches. There's a hot bath in front of him because you care.

"I'll leave the room now," you say, as if you know exactly why he doesn't want you seeing his scrawny, bruised body.

Love1 still gives you a beaming thanks, grinning in a feeble attempt to cover up how unsteady he feels. Then, you're gone, and he's alone with the bathtub and his shame.

He gets in anyway.

It feels every bit as good as he'd expected. The heat on his sore body is utter bliss, leaving him shivering, eyes closed, no matter how badly he wants to stay on guard. Military bathing arrangements are far from comfortable, but this—

Somehow, Love1's mind wanders to what it would have been like if you'd stayed. If you'd wanted to sit beside him and fill the room with chatter so he wouldn't be left to think.

The fact that he wants that scenario— you by his side— might be the most disturbing part of all of this.

[writing-and-rebloging]

Memes based on this post

[trap-of-the-day]

Todays trap of the day is Ekaterina from the game The Thousand Noble Musketeers

[sleepy-apparition]

Arisaka's Valentines day lines! He's so cute :3