Being the Frontispiece of, The Sergeant & the Black Ghost of Las Almas. — or, Friendship Assured, between a Lost Scotsman and a Bedeviled English Officer, when caught in an Act of American Perfidy during Buonaparte’s late Campaigns against the Order of the World.
some Napoleonic Soapghost I finally finished ☠️🇬🇧🧼 read more context below the cut
I really enjoy properly Regency AUs. Not polyester pastiches like Bridgerton, but more like Patrick O’Brian or Jane Austen has a lovechild with my current brainrot of choice, and it runs off to war. Finding a historical context in which characters can retain most, if not all of their particular attributes, backstories, and well, characteristics, while also respecting conventions of the period is half the fun for me. Happily, the early 19th century is such a pliable period; spending enough time with primary sources often reminds one that fact is often stranger than fiction.
All this to say, I’d love to actually write this historical adventure-romance, but in the meantime, a brief sketch of our primary characters …
English officer Simon Riley, choosing to affect his own death rather than submit to a court-martial for a crime he did not commit, deserts his unit then in the Peninsula and secrets himself aboard a convict ship then moored off the mouth of the Mersey. By much cunning and falsehood, he passes himself off as a German prisoner-of-war, Simon Geist, hiding his true identity behind the skull of the man responsible for his disgrace. Though believed to be mad, his size and martial skill see him rapidly enlisted into the infamous Black Brunswickers, then in British service. He finds himself back in Spain, where his strange success in reducing desertion among his fellow enlisted mercenaries sees him promoted to lieutenant. Nominally of the Brunswick Hussars, always mounted on his massive warmblood Bourbon, his excellent navigation and melée combat skills bring him to the attention of the British staff, who task “Ghost” with a number of dangerous missions…
John MacTavish, a sergeant of the 71st Glasgow Highland Light Infantry, enlisted young, falsifying his age, and his experience has since made him one of the best sharpshooters in the Peninsula. Among a unit known for reconnaissance and skirmishing ahead of the main line, MacTavish — nicknamed “Soap” for his ability to get out of any sticky situation — earns a reputation for disruptive actions in enemy camps. It is on his way back from leave however, aboard an American merchant ship, when a new declaration of war sees allies become enemies, and Sergeant MacTavish finds himself abandoned and on the run in the hostile Spanish town of Las Almas, as the French move in on the city. A nocturnal encounter with a familiar black ghost might be his only way out …
Probably not, I'm probably going to post an intro for all of 73 of them anyway. Because my brain decided that SSO is very important again.
Bloody hell
Bur since my SSO Horses are also OCs with back stories and personalities I believe they count, and the ones without them yet need to be written.
It will be very cringey and self indulgend tho, but this is Tumblr so who cares.
Another WIP that I am letting go into the wild. I planned on adding another color channel, but I intended to (personally) use it as a solid color/pattern so I never got around to it. So I’m releasing it as is (feel free to edit it!). I might revisit this at a later date.
This is only the 1 Wall Height version.
Disclaimer: These have some pixelation issues, even after using an uncompressed texture. Depending on the color, and pattern you choose, it’s either better or worse. The far left grey swatch on the top picture is a good example of this. I tried to fix it, but I was struggling. 🥲 The UV also has weird tiling. See the second picture with the arrow. The sides also have some weird warping, which is more noticeable with some patterns.
Compressed.
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1 swatch. Recolorable (1 channel only).
Found Under Decor>Sculptures for $100.
I feel like more hugs in this world would make it better
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Reblog to give a trans woman an embrace so warm and loving that you feel her shoulders drop and her body finally relax a little
he’s late for a meeting:(
Me when I remember that the entire fellowship is gay and autistic /pos
Made an arcane fan animation hehe
Pleaseeeee pleaseee someone send me asks
Today the introduction is a little different, above the cut is a pre canon version. Under the cut is the canon version with possible spoilers for the generation 1 main story.
I want to write a fic where the Death Note corrupts Light but in an eldritch way. Like where the it came from is a mystery, there's no Ryuk or shinigami, just a little black book that Light found.
He becomes the owner, begins using it, and starts changing. He spaces out a lot, forgets to blink, behavioral stuff like that.
But then, he starts coughing up black ink. His movements are less smooth, in favour of jerky body language that is inconvenient at the best of times and unsettling at the worst. His eyes seem perpetually wide, with a glare that shines red under certain light. Then he seems to lose control of his mouth, as a grossly wide grin fights to occupy too much space. And he'll giggle under his breath randomly, he can't control it.
Light couldn't stop L finding out at this point even if he tried, and it becomes very apparent very quickly that something is very wrong. Suddenly they have to try and get answers about whatever is possessing the teen, and what it wants. But would they even be able to stop it?