#viscarts

[v-isca]

a guy and his parasite for @glitchbirds

(info for the labeled sketches under read more)

the labeling is kinda disorganized bc i just labeled them in the order i sketched them

a). initial sketch b-c). clean shaven and scruffy versions d). first attempt at drawing the worm. i've never watched the tingler but the character art immediately made me think of a bobbit worm so that's what it was mostly based on, with some centipede-like antenna and tongue eating louse front limbs. then i switched to section g's design bc i figured it being flatter+having softer segments would work better if it were to pop its upper body out of the host body every now and then e). i like botfly larva. thus a botfly-ish larva stage was added lol. probably a stage that happens when the species is already in a body and trying not to get dislodged/removed f). bloodworm mouthparts are cool g). flatter worm design. kept some bobbit worm/isopod elements while changing the head to be more wasp-ish (without the huge eyes) and making the body more tapeworm-ish. was specifically thinking about the emerald cockroach wasp bc 1) they look cool 2) of the way they manipulate the roaches they prey on (also tbf i don't know that many parasitoids) h). side view of leonard i). back view showing the worm popping out of the body a bit j). random sketch

[creatively-cosmic]

my friend @viscarrion did their first stream today. hexbuggy forever

[mennatotedesco]

Serate in studio dettagli non troppo definiti le masse principali delle ombre devono essere disposte con un fare largo,senza curarsi troppo dei dettagli,questa parte di lavoro deve essere eseguita a colore molto magro. All'ombra occorre contrapporre le mezzetinte e a queste i chiari,con due o tre tinte composte di biacca e terra rossa. #figurativeart #italianartgallery #pittoriUnitiDitalia #oilpainting #canvaspainting #biacca #studiopainting #artecontemporanea #chilling #tropical #turpentine #oliodilino #privatecollection #bidgala #singulart #saatchiart #viscart #artdealer https://www.instagram.com/p/CZzyjbzsIHn/?utm_medium=tumblr

[gilbert-ffxiv]

Gilbert thought he was going to end up in Halone’s icy embrace. But too much sinning happened.

[divinedhalmel]

Double date in the mountains. Not pictured: THE MIDWINTER HORNS !

[grey-lotus-ffxiv]

I’ve noticed that many of you follow one or two-  of my character tumblrs. This post is a little service to allow people to see who my characters are. Since I only use one account, I will follow back from @dd-ffxiv if you followed one of my alternative blogs.

All three of my Final Fantasy XIV characters are on Balmung (US) by the way, though I am one of those Europeans who are clinging on, lag and late hours be damned. ;) Shares appreciated, and always looking for plot hooks!

Dietrich Dracht (main)

Tumblr: @dd-ffxiv​

Bio:  Dietrich Dracht is the Almoner of Ul’dah and the second son from a family of wealthy Ul’dahn merchants. A patriot, he believes in the motto “For coin and country!”, never shying from an opportunity to earn some Gil. Like most of his family he is a moderate monetarist, considering the Sultanate to be an ineffectual institution. Fully biography here.

Plot hooks: Easy hooks exist for those who believe in the Twelve who would like to partake of his priestly services, those who need a thaumaturge and expert on occult matters, as well as high-class socialising fellow Ul’dahn citizens (especially monetarists).

Gilbert Viscart (secondary character)

Tumblr: @gilbert-ffxiv

Bio: Gilbert Viscart is an Ishgardian Knight with the ambition to become a Lord. Believing himself blessed by Halone, the Fury, he intends to smite the Godless Garleans whist finding himself a Docile Doman Damsel of noble extraction to start a dynasty with. He has this goal clearly on the forefront of his mind whenever he isn’t drinking, brawling, fornicating or doing penance for engaging in any of the aforementioned activities. Full biography here.

Plot hooks: Eager to meet fellow Ishgardians and believers in Halone, Damels in need of saving, drinking buddies, brave warriors!

J’sham Tia (Alt)

Tumblr: @sham-ffxiv

Bio: J’sham Tia is a Seeker of the Sun from Ala Ghiri. Born of the Jackal tribe, he grew up under the Garlean occupation, working as a bartender while also learning his tribal traditions. As his mother had been ‘close’ to a few Garleans, he left town after the liberation, which to him is bittersweet. He misses his home but wants to return with his head held high, as a famous artist and performer! This is a new character (formerly @adham-ffxiv ) and a full biography will be added later! 

Plot hooks: eager to chat with fellow Ala Mhigans, tribal Seeker Miqo’te and entertainers! J’sham is also available to do performance gigs at your venue! He sings, dances, and can tell jokes on request! 

[diceriadelluntore]

Conquiste

John Julius Norwich, visconte di Norwich, è stato uno storico britannico famoso e mirabile divulgatore per la radio e la TV. Durante un viaggio in Sicilia, a metà degli anni ‘60, affascinato dalla magia dei luoghi, decise di scrivere un libro su una delle epopee più incredibili del Medioevo, che ancora oggi ha preziosi e unici ricordi in quell’isola come in tutta l’Italia meridionale: la dominazione Normanna.

I Normanni furono un popolo di origine scandinava che nel X secolo si stabilì nel nord della Francia, giurando fedeltà a Carlo III detto il Semplice, in quella zona che da loro prende il nome di Normandia. Il loro nome, Normanni, è probabilmente la latinizzazione del norreno Norðmaðr, e appare per la prima volta nel Codice Sangermanense (un codice che prende il nome da un’altra curiosa latinizzazione, dal monastero di Saint-Germain-des-Prés in cui fu trovato) con il significato di uomini del Nord.

Nell’XI secolo furono protagonisti di due imprese epocali: l’invasione e la conquista della Gran Bretagna nel 1066 con Guglielmo il Conquistatore e la creazione nell’Italia meridionale di uno dei regni più ricchi, colti e cosmopoliti che siano mai stati istituzionalizzati in Europa persino nei secoli a venire.

In uno stile meraviglioso che più che il saggio storico ricorda quello di un avventuroso romanzo, con sottigliezze e humor di puro stampo britannico, Norwich racconta come, in poco più di 100 anni, i Normanni arrivati in Italia come guardie del corpo speciali dei pellegrini che si recavano o tornavano dal santuario di San Michele Arcangelo a Monte Sant'Angelo nel Gargano, passando per mercenari guerrieri temuti per la loro forza nel combattimento e per la terribile forza di cavalleria, diventarono potentissimi baroni, con il fenomenale Roberto Guiscardo (da viscart, la volpe, per la sua sagacia e furbizia) che, nel 1077, riunì sotto il suo dominio i territori di Puglia, Calabria e Campania, i regni che una volta erano longobardi e bizantini con l’incoronazione a Salerno, nuova capitale del Regno. Negli stessi anni, suo fratello Ruggero I avanza in Sicilia e sconfigge gli emiri che la governavano da 200 anni (la parola ammiraglio tra l’altro deriva dall’arabo amīr «comandante» nome con il quale veniva chiamato il signore della città araba, poi diffusosi nelle corti normanne come comandante navale). Ma fece ancora di più suo figlio, e nipote del Guiscardo, Ruggero II, che nel giorno di Natale del 1130, in una Palermo meravigliosa di ricchezze dove persino i servitori erano vestiti di seta, unifica i regni di Sicilia e delle Puglie, facendo dell’isola e del Meridione il regno più ricco, potente e culturalmente avanzato del Mediterraneo, un miscuglio unico di tradizioni greco-bizantine, latine e musulmane che influenzerà l’arte e l’architettura, la scienza, l’arte navale, il diritto. I Normanni furono quelli che stabilirono per primi l’abolizione dall’alto del diritto di feudo, sancendo di fatto la nuova legge feudale che dipendeva dal volere del Sovrano, a cui i vassalli giuravano fedeltà (sancita dallo storico Patto della Pletora di Melfi nel 1129).

Il loro dominio fu breve, per la mancanza di eredi maschi dell’ultimo re normanno Guglielmo II (1166 – 1189) alla cui morte si scatenò una guerra di successione vinta dagli Svevi di Enrico VI, che sposò la figlia di Ruggero II, Costanza, che a loro volta ebbero il grande Federico II.

I Normanni ci hanno lasciato delle meraviglie chiarissime ancora oggi: dai lineamenti nordici di donne e uomini del Sud, alle spettacolari architetture normanne del Meridione come il duomo di Salerno, l’Abbazia di Sant'Angelo in Formis, le meravigliose fortificazioni in Basilicata, come il castello di Melfi, o in Puglia (Canosa, Troia, parti del centro storico di Bari), Squillace e Gerace in Calabria ancora oggi mantengono il centro storico Normanno, per non parlare del favoloso percorso arabo-normanno di Palermo-Monreale-Cefalù, patrimonio Unesco.

Personalmente credo che il più bello di tutti i castelli normanni sia questo sotto

il Castello di Roseto Capo Spulico, in provincia di Cosenza, conosciuto anche come "Petrae Roseti", dato che tradizione vuole sia stata fondato come monastero da San Vitale da Castronuovo. Ricostruito sui ruderi del luogo sacro dai Normanni, il castello segnava il confine tra i possedimenti di Roberto il Guiscardo ed il fratello Ruggero I.

[farendaire]

A Letter to Viscount Aronaux

My dearest brother,

Pray, how fares Ishgard of late?  I know we have conversed on the matters of our country to a certain degree over our linkpearls, but to my dismay such short talk does naught to cure the great homesickness I feel on this side of the world.  Yes, I am one of the lucky few able to use the aetherytes to cross such distances at the ocean itself between Kugane and Ishgard, and I personally think it is easier for me than even Mother!  And yet the act itself, though simple enough if one is teleporting from one Eorzean city to another, is quite demanding on the mage at such a great distance, so I have resolved that I should keep my visits home as rare as tolerable.

Bearing this letter is one Ser Gilbert Viscart, a proud knight of our country who shares your particular romantic inclinations.  Nay, I do not mean to suggest you lay with a hyur (as old-fashioned I believe your attitudes about the races are!) but you and I both know that you are woefully lacking in friends.  You are too formal and single-minded on your duty to make them, and I have watched in the utmost frustration countless budding friendships of yours forever relegated to the rank of polite acquaintance. 

However, I am not so naive as to expect your wilfulness to be subdued with but a single letter of encouragement, and in writing this letter I have created for you a task which would benefit and delight me immensely.  I might say that Gilbert reminds me much of you, but that would be but a half-truth, for he reminds me more of the man you were before the Warrior of Light came - before Azys Lla, before Riven, before you learned about me and Solenne, before the quiet revolution.  He is a gods-fearing man, and invokes the Fury’s name often, yet his attitudes and character have been misguided by the most corrupt Orthodox teachings that shuttered our nation’s eyes but a few years ago. 

He has come to Kugane to make a name for himself in Doma, and win for himself land and title by making war with the Empire there.  I do not begrudge him for that desire, as Garlemald must be destroyed, a belief I have always maintained as a believer in Halone, the Fury.  Yet he is most lamentably ignorant and hard-headed, dismissing the Easterners’ beliefs and traditions without attempting for but a moment to understand them; I do not subscribe to the Doman and Hingan preoccupation with the spirits known as ‘kami,’ and as a missionary for the Church in the East I have come to spread Her teachings to them, but nothing can be done to enlighten them to our truth if we Eorzeans treat the Easterners as lesser men than ourselves.

You are more forceful than I, and though I prefer to deal with most events that oppose me with a gentle touch I fear that Gilbert will only respond to your particular brand of consternation.  Should he begin to regard the peoples of the East as more than strange heathens, I do not doubt that he will be received more favorably by them, especially in Doma whose people are indebted already to Eorzea.  Should you succeed, I will be graciously indebted to you.

In closing, I must suggest once more than you come to Kugane and experience Hingashi for yourself; despite the great distance in malms between this land and our own, I believe you will find its people and culture much more to your sensibilities than Limsa Lominsa or Ul’dah.

Dearest Love,

Judielle

((@gilbert-ffxiv))

[viscartes]

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[blackrose-ffxiv]

Attempted Alliance 11/24

"She despises cowardice. And you did surrender, rather than meeting your end like a warrior." Gilbert Viscart looked over his mug towards the other. There was no aggression in his words. It sounded simply like an evaluation of Lebeaux' worth. "Yet you still live", he added as the mug came down. "You still have time to seek to become worthy of Her."

Lebeaux Desrosiers smiled, though he did lower his eyes back down to his glass in an effort to look ‘chastised’. “There is too much to be done in Her glory to die in a snowdrift under the blade of a heretic.” He explained calmly. “She has shown me such during my prayers and the blessing of my blade. When the time comes and I do move again to strike Idristan down and rid Ishgard of his tainted presence, will you support my efforts.”

Gilbert thinks on this: "I'm not going to have you cower behind my shield to do your dirty work for you", the Knight says a bit harshly. "Heretic though he may be, he had the right of it. He won fairly by force of arms. Under the sight of the tower. It would have been an honourable death, if not for the accusations leveled against you." He picks  up his mug, then sets it down again with a small sight and continues: "You can't change overnight. It's a long process. You can become a better person if you really want to." He sets his shield and blade down. This was going to be a longer conversation. "What kind of tainted presence do you mean?"

Lebeaux shook his head firmly. “I wouldn’t ask you to fight my battles for me.” He lied pleasantly. “Only to stand as an ally should it come to it. You were gracious enough to help me once, despite my defeat. I would hope to call you a ‘friend’ as I train and pray to return to Her grace.” He explained calmly, though in his opinion he had never fallen from it in the first place. As the phrase he had used was called into question he shifted his smile to appear sad. “You were there, weren’t you supposed to bear witness? You didn’t see it?”

Gilbert nodded slowly. The others' words seemed to make sense. "I saw you both using some strange magicks. Not the sort of thing that one would use in the line", he admitted. "Believe it or not, I am no expert on magicks. But I'm usually pretty good at sniffing out daemons and their ilk. That's why I have been tracking down that family. That's why Ser Agache came to me. He knew I had access."

Lebeaux nodded solemnly. “It was a difficult thing to understand, I’m sure.” He agreed sympathetically. Not bothering to elaborate on why that would be. Instead he took a small sip of whiskey. “ ‘That family’? And how did tracking down a family come to asking you to pull my own personal records.”

Gilbert stiffened some: "Can't talk about it, official business", he said in a clipped tone. "And you haven't answered my question. Tainted in what way?"

The elezen glanced over the edge of his whiskey glass as he took another sip. “You used your official contacts for a private inquiry?”

Gilbert flustered, caught out. "Can't talk about it. Official business", he said. He looked away, quickly draining the rest of his mug.

Lebeaux furrowed dark brows, looking very very concerned all of a sudden. “Gilbert. It is my business as well. It sounds as though you abused the privilege of your position to find information on another Faithful Ishgardian national to hand over sealed records to a bastard-born halfbreed who dabbles in befouled magicks. Halone have mercy on you, what have you done.”

"...." Gilbert looks up then. "I recall you asking me to do just that", he protests. "The only reason you did not get any of that, is you lost."

“Only after you all but admitted to doing this in the first place. Records I very well would have had access to myself if I was still permitted the rights bestowed upon my position during the War.” Lebeaux pointed out calmly. “It is only by Her grace that you do not have the death of a devout on your hands. After you orchestrated it.”

"You don't have access to those records because you are wanted for crimes against the people of Ishgard", Gilbert counters. "I had my doubts about it. You knew that. But you lost to Ser Agache in Trial by Combat. You lost in accordance with the old ways we both hold dear." He huffs: "What do you think would have happened to you had we stood before the highest magistrates and seen this fight?"

Lebeaux tilted his head as though considering it. “Let’s think about this honestly and rationally.” He began slowly. “If we had stood before the Tribunal, as it stood, I suspect it rather would have gone along the lines of never getting started. As a high-born son of a founding House I would have been given the opportunity to publicly repent and likely have my House pay a stiff fine. Possibly some reparations. That is, if I wasn’t praised for my attention to detail and enthusiasm for my work. Ser Agache, should he try to attack me, would have been executed for his dealings with dark arts and the nerve of being a lowborn bastard daring to accuse a highborn.”

Gilbert glares. He saw the truth of it. "Mayhaps", he admits. "Is it those old ways that you miss, then? The corruption? Your own privileged position? If so, it would seem that I misjudged you, Ser."

Lebeaux shook his head slowly. “Not at all.” He corrected calmly. “If some empty words of penance and a slap on the wrist were enough I would have returned to Ishgard long ago. Paid the lip service to the new Republic and found myself a comfortable position in the clergy or a clinic.” He shook his head firmly. “Our city is sick, Gilbert. Rather than bickering between us and allowing that sickness to spread … or helping it to spread…” he noted as looked pointedly down his nose at the blonde. “We must be willing to work together. All of us of the old, True Faith.”

Gilbert looked at the other. "Is that what you truly want? To work together? With a mere lowborn hyur?" He sneered and looked back at the other. "I miss the old faith. The honour of warriors. The fight against evil. But we both know why the Fury punished Ishgard. Don't we?"

Lebeaux relaxed the judgmental look and smiled cordially at the hyur, even as he sneered back at him. “Even if we are of the old faith there is no need to return to all of the old ways. I see no reason that an honest, devout and pure lowborn cannot rise up to glory in Her name.” Actually, he could see several but telling Gilbert that certainly wasn’t going to help his cause. “Why shouldn’t She rise you up to what you have earned.” He nodded solemnly in agreement to Gilbert’s question, but didn’t elaborate. Allowing the hyur to keep talking if he really wished to go into ‘why’.

"That's right", Gilbert agreed. "It's the tainted blood of the nobles. All of you drank of the dragons blood. It's a curse on all the generations. Only those of us who do not descend from the Knights are free of that taint."

“Mind yourself, Gilbert.” Lebeaux corrected coolly. “These are the words of the New Republic that you’re bandying about despite claiming to be adherent to the true faith. Why would the Fury wait until now to punish us for the supposed sins of so long ago. The blame cannot be placed solely on the founding families. All of Ishgard has allowed its Faith to rot. What few believers that remain are charged with the task of saving the entire city and returning it to Her light. Will you have yourself be counted as one of them.”

"Of course I count myself among them", Gilbert said with a huff. "But what has been revealed can not be hidden again. You are highborn, are you not? Do you deny that your ancestors drank the dragon's blood?"

The elezen prickled slightly in return. “It has never been told to me while learning my family’s lineage. There was no mention in such records of our founding Father drinking the blood nor eating the flesh of a wyrm. Should I truly have such a taint in me, wouldn’t I have stooped to drinking dragon’s blood to save myself from defeat.”

Gilbert thought about that. "Mayhaps", he ponders. "But then it's not as if your families' chronicle would document how your women fornicated with dragons and beasts, or how your men experimented with foul blood magicks. And if you are highborn then you do indeed descend from these people. If you think you do not, then you are as lowborn as I am. Which is it?"

Lebeaux set his whiskey glass down firmly. “Bear in mind, Gilbert, that the situation did not take a turn for the worse until the foreigners were allowed into the city. We were not thriving but we held our own against the Horde. Then these outsiders infiltrate with the aid of bastards and byblows and suddenly the City is under onslaught. That cannot be coincidence. Now they would muddy the waters to hide their hand by declaring the Archbishop an abomination and his Heavensward monstrosities.” He spoke quickly and sharply. “As you are a low born and hyuran besides, I understand fully why you would gladly open your mouth wide for these lies. How sweet they must taste sliding down your throat. Not only would they tear down the class separation with this re-writing of our history but they would also account your deeds for naught as you achieved your glory slaying dragons, did you not.”

Gilbert frowns. What Lebeaux was saying made sense. "My status has nothing to do with it", he said, though he wasn't entirely sure of it. "I've seen the corruption in Ishgard. I've seen the plotting and the scheming. I've seen you and Ser Agache do it both, with your fine words. Trying to get an advantage using words and paper. It is very different from the wholesome, simple worship we did in the Real Ishgard." By which he meant, not Ishgard proper. "... if these accusations of yours are true then my liege would be in on it as well. And why would he? He had nothing to gain by this. He heads one of the High Houses!"

Lebeaux extended his hands, settling them palm up on the tabletop. “There is corruption. There always has been. It is a symptom of the sickness but not the cause itself.” His tone had calmed considerably, a far gentler sound now that Gilbert seemed to have undug his heels from his previous stance. “Your liege lord is a clever man. He saw the changing tides, considering it was under his roof that one of the bastards allowed the foreign contagion to fester. Rather than stand against it, he chose to move with it. Should it turn again, you would best believe he would repeat the process in the new direction as well. You notice that he still has his fine house and brimming treasury, despite his cries for change.”

Gilbert sat back and frowned. He was silent for a few moments, thinking of this. "She would not have us win the war. She brought her icy breath over our lands. If the corrupted blood is not the cause of the sickness, then what is?"

Lebeaux exhaled a quiet chuckle. “I would ask you think and pray on it. Perhaps seek the advice of Father Liautroix.” He suggested as he finished the glass and rose to his feet. The remaining whiskey was slid towards Gilbert. “Their answer isn’t an easy one, yet we must look beyond such things as highborn and lowborn. Elezen or hyur. Look to the Faith. It will be meaningless should I just set it in front of you.” He walked past, giving the blonde a pat on the shoulder as he strolled leisurely by to stand on the far side of him. “Then I would be no different than the non-believers shoving their ‘truths’ down your throat.”

Gilbert nods. "I'll seek his advice", he remarks. That seemed like a good idea. Gabineaux would know the answers. He looked to the side when the other raised and patted him on the shoulder, the gesture prompting a faint smile. "Faith will save us", he agreed. "I will pray on your words, Ser."

Lebeaux nodded softly. “And I will pray for you. That She should guide you to the truth. You are a good man, Gilbert. Yet you seem to be easily distracted along the way. Even if you stop to look at the scenery do not stray from the path. Not for the sake of pretty boys that bruise easily. Nor for the chance to take a cheap shot at a highborn whom you envy. I do look forward to hearing from you soon and perhaps sharing another drink. It was certainly enlightening.”

@gilbert-ffxiv

[v-isca]

imagine youre a century old homunculus and some fucking guy in their 20s (who is also a homunculus) is taller than you. lmao

[chameleon-cryptid]

Pros and Cons of Wes. [Cause a little catte might want to know.]

Pros: He’s smart, good with gil, is almost guaranteed to have a good job even if he half-asses his job, good religious boy, comes from a good family, good with numbers and sums, attractive, sexually adventurous,likes to talk and listen, supportive of those he cares for, determined, ambitious, can sew, can cook, can bring his own fire, good at whatever Eorzean football/soccer would be called (kick ball), compassionate to those less fortunate, idealistic

Cons: young (and all the foibles that come with it), inexperienced with relationships, vain, indecisive, sexually promiscuous, has a very specific plan for his life that he never included a relationship in, very religious, likes to party a little too hard, may be willing to do morally grey/questionable things to achieve his own goals, will probably eventually be arrested for trying to start a coup in Ul’dah, Gilbert Viscart 

((tagging @gilbert-ffxiv for mentions...lol))

[mennatotedesco]

Fine settimana di esposizione a #swissartexpo #Zurich anche #smartworking è in territorio #svizzero speriamo che non torni coi buchi #artechenessunoseneimporta #pittoriUnitiDitalia e #pittoriunitisvizzeri #mennatotedesco ma io confido sempre #angelocrespicurator #artsy #contemporaryart #modernart #portraiturepainting #artdealer #viscart #figurazioneitaliana #canvasartwork #portraitcanvas #oliosutela #allaprima #ripensamentidartista #acrylicpainting #emmental #svizzera #cioccolatosvizzero #fuckalgorithm #arteitaliana https://www.instagram.com/p/ChzO0EBIriD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[gilbert-ffxiv]

The story of love, or how Gilbert Viscart became a man.

[marion-thorne]

I really like how you draw viscarter (ace and doc 💕)

Thanks so much!

[grey-lotus-ffxiv]

Attention: Blog Change

“Honoured follower, I am pleased to meet you. My name is Satake Daijiro. I can be found wearing a grey lotus. Please take good care of me.”

Dietrich Dracht has been fantasia’d/namechanged into Daijiro Satake. Consequently I have renamed this blog to @grey-lotus-ffxiv and made some adjustments. For those who follow my other characters’ blogs, know that this is my ‘main blog’ on tumblr. So for J’sham Tia, ( @sham-ffxiv ) Gilbert Viscart ( @gilbert-ffxiv ) and Adham ( @adham-ffxiv ) I will be following back from this blog. I am also very much looking forward to meet you all and making connections. Daijiro is always looking for information, gossip, spies and rumours that may be turned to his or his families’ advantage.