#messages from knave

[knaveofmogadore]

Anera is an org that's currently assembling and donating menstrual hygiene kits in Gaza via UNICEF and on the ground volunteers. They're up to 20 thousand kits, but could do more. Their biggest road blocks are that aid shipments get stalled at the border for weeks at a time, and that people in Gaza don't have guaranteed access to hygiene facilities. They have verified financial records and proof of assistance going back to 1972

They could use a little help right now, they're low on supplies. Donation link at the top of the article

#messages from knave #free palistine #palistine #PLEASE STOP SPREADING THINGS THAT ARE BLATANT SCAMS WITH NO SOURCES #THERE'S ACTUAL ORGS THAT NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE

[positivitysnail]

Something magical and weird just happened to me. I got on the bus (on my way home from work) and sat down. I look down from my phone to see something crawling up my pantleg (caterpillar) and I panic (oh shit) and pull a flyer out of my backpack (full of teacher stuff)(also lunch) and scoop it up. I am now carrying it cupped in a piece of paper (it is MOVING). The guy next to me watches me watching my new charge. I carry it to the next bus depot (still crawling at the speed of light)(I am spinning the paper to keep up) at which point I sprint for it to stow him in the nearest bush so he doesn't die on the sidewalk (did I misgender the bug?) I hope he makes it (I'm honoured to have been a part of his quest)

#messages from knave #positivity snail #bugs #a bug a day

[ganymedecatamitus]

Going to Florida and taking this little lemon with me

First step: getting him through tsa

#really first step is waiting for the uber its canceled once already #messages from knave #i have to turn the central air off over the trip for the sake of the electric bill #and it wouldnt make it until i got back

[meowlod]

arlecchino x fem!reader | mother and father.

(nsfw+trans!arle)

warnings: mentions of having babies, mentions of pregnancy, etc.

Taking care of the children in the Orphanage taken care by ”Father“, you always have been called Mother by the children. They always thought that you‘re the mother, and it makes you feel a little embarrassed. What the Knave say when she comes back from her trip to Snezhnaya and finds out?

“Mama, mama!“ several children call for you. “Where is Father? Mama should never be alone!“ You let out a small sigh, your cheeks burning red. “I..Father is out, okay, my children? She will come back soon.“ You gently tell them, nervously smiling as they continue to call you mama.

You are in the kitchen cleaning the dirty dishes from the children that had eaten earlier, putting the forks and spoons to the correct place. You suddenly heard the door open from the Orphanage, and a familiar face came up running to you.

Furina. What was she doing here? She never came here. It should be something important if she came running to you with a panicked expression. “Hey, hey friend! Ah..this might be so weird to hear from somebody who was once the mighty hydro archon, but..can you please have a talk with the Knave and tell her to stop scaring me?! She always looked so scary and dangerous every time we stared at each other, blehh…“

You sigh and give her a nod. She nods back with a smile and runs out of the orphanage with a small wave before walking out. What was that? She wants you to talk to Arlecchino now? You better hope that she won‘t kill you once you ask her to leave the blue woman alone.

Later, you‘re in the main room playing games with the children after you‘ve done all the dishes. You‘re currently sitting next to a couple children, until you heard a sudden opening noise. The door opens and the children happily shout out to you “Mama, look! Father is back!“

You quickly try to shush the child, but the other children continue to call you mother, right infront of the Knave herself.

”Hmm?“ She stares at you with curiousness, then at the children. Mother? She thought. Having children is something she wouldn‘t mind, especially with you, If she only could. If they call you mother, you must be special to them.

”Father, mama has been waiting for you!“

You get flustered and stand up to greed Arlecchino. ”A—ah..Knave, i‘m glad you‘re back..i‘m sorry, these children won‘t stop calling me mama, or mother..“ Scratching your head, you look away with a shy smile, two children hugging your legs while they stare at Arlecchino.“

“It‘s alright. I suppose you took care of them and they did nothing wrong?“ She asks with her stern, gentle voice, looking into your eyes with her red X pupils. God, they get you scared, but they‘re so pretty.

You chuckle nervously. ”Y—yeah, Knave. The children have been behaving very well. No fighting, no stealing, nothing. They have been extra good today..“

“Ah, that is great.“ From the answer she had gotten, her lips form into a slight smile, and walks past you to her office, patting your shoulder one last time. ”I want you in my room, 1 AM. Don‘t be late.“

Huh? Your eyes widen, cheeks forming a red blush as you stand there flustered. You nod before going into your own room that Arlecchino had given you to rest in. You take off your working skirt and your other clothes to change into your night glown.

Its a few hours until you have to meet the Knave in her room, so you can do anything else before the ”meeting”. You lay down on the bed, turning on your phone and messaging one of your friends who you gossip with everyday.

A few hours later, you forgot about meeting the Knave as you do stuff with your phone. But a message notification pops up on your phone. It‘s Arlecchino.

You click on the notification and it brings you to the chat.

> “You‘re late.“

> ”I‘m sorry! I‘ll come right now.“

You message quickly back before putting your phone on the desk and open the door, walking towards Arlecchino‘s room. You knock, but nobody answers. Every child is asleep and the hallway is dark, where is she? Before you could continue thinking, arms are wrapped around your waist, the person putting you on their shoulder. You were about to scream before the familiar voice calms you down.

”Be quiet, it‘s me.“

It‘s not a kidnapper, thank god. It‘s the Knave who suddenly creeped up behind you and picked you up. But it‘s so dark, how can she see so good? She has good eyes.

“Y—you really scared me..“ you whisper out as you bury your head into her shoulder. ”I forgot to tell you…Furina told me to tell you that you sh—” She doesn‘t like hearing that womans name. Before you can talk, she opens the door of her room and pushes you down onto her bed. You yelp as she does so.

And this is where you ended up at. In her bed, head pushed against the pillow as muffled moans escape from your mouth from Arlecchino‘s cock pounding in and out of you in a quick pace, looking like she wants to make you pregnant, to make babies with you.

“m—mmgh…! mmfh—a—arle..!“

Your muffled words are shushed as she grips your head and pushes it more down to the pillow, her thrusts becoming faster and harder, you feel her hitting your sweet spots.

Her face comes closer to your ear and she whispers, ”You‘re gonna be taking care of my children, my children, aren‘t you, la mia bella ragazzal?“

You moan from her words, and as you expected, after her last powerful thrust, she squirts inside you, hot cum slowly starting to drip out of your hole after she pulled her dick out, it being still hard.

She flips you around and grips your chin before giving you a aggressive kiss, her other hand moving to one of your breasts, squishing it.

The hand slowly moves down to her cock, gripping it then guiding it against your messy hole once again, getting ready to push it in.

“I‘m not done with you yet, i‘m going to make you a great, lovely mother, la mia adorabile ragazza.“

You‘re not going to feel your legs tomorrow, but she‘s going to take care of you.

#arlecchino x reader #arlecchino smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact #fatui harbingers

[liminalpsych-in-teyvat]

Finally got around to playing the 4.1 Archon quest, and I have thoughts. Specifically on this much-discussed section of the tea party, where Arlecchino brings up letters from Childe but they're not anything like the kind of letters that we've known Childe to write.

The Knave: Ah, that is good news at least. His sister Tonia sent a letter to Fontaine not too long ago. Since he was unfortunately unavailable, I picked it up on his behalf.

The Knave: Do you have any idea how he usually writes back to his family? "Dear Tonia, your letter made me feel like we were still enjoying our time in Snezhnaya together. I'm currently admiring the scenery on the streets in front of the opera house..." Is it something like that?

(Traveler): (She's turning up the pressure, I'm not sure if I'll be able to convince her... But I can at least try to distract her from Furina.)

(Traveler): That sounds good to me, yes.

Furina gets visibly uncomfortable and tries to join in on the conversation with frantic rambling: "All letters tend to follow the same few formats anyway, right? As long as the contents are accurate, it doesn't matter so much how it's written, or how it's worded..."

I don't think Arlecchino's bringing up letters from Childe for the Traveler's benefit.

The Traveler is at the tea party to protect Furina on Neuvillette's behalf. Furina was relieved when we arrived, thinking we were bringing some insulation, protection, or safety.

Arlecchino is undermining that with fanged precision.

She's not talking about Childe's letters as any kind of message to us.

She's saying to Furina, “See, the Traveler is intimate with the Fatui, to the point where they know the kind of letters a Harbinger writes to his family. We share knowledge, experience, and companions that you don’t. Can you really trust him as an ally? Are you really sure he’ll side with you and not me?”

Arlecchino is speaking familiarly with us on matters that Furina has no way of knowing about, and it automatically cuts Furina out of the connection and conversation, making her the outsider in the room. She's undermining the safety, security, and protection our presence was supposed to create, and is keeping Furina further off balance.

#furina #arlecchino #the knave #genshin 4.1 #4.1 archon quest #cataclysm's quickening #4.1 spoilers

[dc-marvel-crossovers]

Crossover Fanworks Celebration Masterlist

Thanks so much to everybody who participated! We're still waiting for a couple late entries, but here's the wrap-up of all the fics that were fanworked and their related works. You can find the Ao3 collection right over here.

It seems like everybody involved had a great time, so it's very likely that this will be a repeating event. If you'd like to join in on the next one, follow us here and/or send us a message about joining our Discord!

Knaves All Three by @ginbenci: gen, focused on Steve Rogers, Bruce Wayne, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, and Tony Stark. Funny comedy-of-errors identity porn. 7922 words, rated T.

All Three Knaves by @o-kaythislooksbad

Playlist by @bittercape

Third Wheel by @kangofu-cb: Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton. Established Bucky/Clint. Roleplay gone hilariously awry leads to a hot-as-hell threesome. 10,776 words, explicit.

Sequel by @carcrash429

Bookbinding by @moonshinebindery

Remix by @there-must-be-a-lock

Playlist by @capriciouswrites

Won’t You Stay Awhile? (I’m Staring At A Ghost) by @daddyswickedqueen: Jason Todd/Steve Rogers. Steve gets picked up (and flustered) in a dive bar; sexy, but also a great look at both characters. 5022 words, explicit.

Podfic by @betrayedbycinnamon

Remix by @sammialex

Sequel by @darbydoo22

Moodboard by @drgrlfriend

Snow On The Beach by @bittercape: Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton. Interconnected vignettes of a developing relationship — some funny, some fluffy, some smutty, and some all of the above. 13,181 words, range from T to explicit.

Art by @o-kaythislooksbad

More art by @o-kaythislooksbadkay

Timestamp by @betrayedbycinnamon

Spider and Bat Friends by @emmacortana: mostly gen. A series of standalone fics about Peter Parker in Gotham. Mixed bag with something for everybody: some wildly creative crack, some angst, and more. 170,897 words total, mostly rated T.

Podfic by @graham-cracker-guillotine

Art by @wyxan

The Stockings Were Hung by @betrayedbycinnamon: Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes and background /Clint Barton. Christmas lingerie, insecure Jason, and a tender, reassuring Bucky. 3945 words, explicit.

Remix by @darbydoo22

Moodboard by @kangofu-cb

Sunrise On The East Side by @wyxan: Tim Drake/Peter Parker/Michelle Jones, established Peter/MJ. Spilled coffee + endearingly awkward Peter; luckily MJ is a boss and very comfortable doing something about his crush on Tim. 8816 words, explicit.

Remix by @there-must-be-a-lock

Podfic by @noxnthea

Finders Keepers by @drgrlfriend: Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton. Adorable “meet-ugly” courtesy of animal friends. Clint and Jason aren’t used to romance, and Bucky decides to change that. 3081 words, rated T.

Art by @bittercape

Podfic by @daddyswickedqueen

Remix by TheologyDiscography

Moodboards by @there-must-be-a-lock

What's in the name by @graham-cracker-guillotine: Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne centric. Feel-good fluff and humor. 2142 words, rated G.

Podfic by @carcrash429

Art by @o-kaythislooksbad

blood upon the snow by @carcrash429: One fic is Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes; others are gen, focused mainly on Clint and Dick Grayson, with appearances by Natasha, Roy, and others. Fae Clint fantasy AU with great world-building. 11,900 words, rated T.

Art by @o-kaythislooksbad

Podfic by @noxnthea

Moodboards by @there-must-be-a-lock

can't start a fire without a spark by @mightymightygnomepriest: Frank Castle/Jason Todd. Frank saves a puppy and gets caught in the rain. Soft and sweet and sexy. 3468 words, explicit.

Remix by @daddyswickedqueen

Sequel by @bittercape

getting better in the worst way by @o-kaythislooksbad: gen, featuring characters from Moon Knight, Doom Patrol, Teen Titans, Hulk, and Venom. Creative canon mashup with characters that don’t get a lot of representation in fic. 80,064 words, rated T.

Moodboards by @there-must-be-a-lock

Hawksnest by TheologyDiscography: Jason Todd/Clint Barton. Post-Under The Red Hood friends-to-lovers with a fun twist on Clint’s story. 3359 words, rated T.

Podfic by CainPods

Sequel by @o-kaythislooksbad

Marshmallow Crime Lords by @noxnthea and @there-must-be-a-lock: Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton, but the relationship isn’t the focus; lots of BatFamily shenanigans and fluff. 46,440 words, rated T.

Remix by @bill-longbow

Sequel by @bittercape

Art by @wyxan

Podfic by @flowerparrish

Playlist by @carcrash429

If It's A Highway by @there-must-be-a-lock: Jason Todd/Bucky Barnes, Lost Days/post-CA:TWS canon fusion. 77,122 words, explicit.

Timestamp by @bill-longbow

Art by @wyxan

#marvel #dc #dc marvel crossover #crossover #crossover fanworks celebration #art #fic rec list #podfic #jason todd #clint barton #bucky barnes #peter parker #bruce wayne #tony stark #steve rogers #frank castle #winterhawkhood #dc/marvel

[jackhkeynes]

Markish

Markish is an English language of the German family of languages which evolved on the island of Albion. It is closely related to other English languages like Kentish and Wessern, and is the primary language of the polity of Markland.

Contemporary Markish descends form the Early Markish spoken in Markland, which itself descends from Anglian varieties of Old English.

This article principally describes the acrolect of Markish spoken in and around the capital city of Tommarth.

Examples

A jalicked knave bought a new quistre. /ə ˈdʒa.lɪ.kəd knɛːv bɔft ə nəu ˈkwɪ.stə/ A guy in a tuxedo bought a new phone. Aquifex is the temendest corporal. /ˈa.kwɪˌfɛks ɪz ðe ˈtiː.mən.dəs ˈkoː.pʊ.ɾəl/ Hydrogen is the most abundant element. Do thy breches of and put thysel abed! /duː ðəi ˈbɾiː.tʃəz ɔf ən pʊt ðəiˈsɛl əˈbɛd/ Take off your clothes and get on the bed! By way o'dreend al therin ough, he asked "As swich?" /bəi wəi əˈdɾiː.ən‿dal ðəˈɾɪn uːf | hiː ˈa.skəd | az swɪtʃ/ While doing everything wrong, he asked "Like that?" Psolick tersures may breken wines brewing of. /ˈsɔ.lɪk ˈtɛː.zjəz məi ˈbɾiːkə wəinz ˈbɾəwɪŋg ɔf/ Sulphites can stop wine fermentation.

Phonology

Consonants

The consonant phonemes found in Markish are:

/m n/ /p t tʃ k/ /b d dʒ g/ /f θ s ʃ h/ /v ð z/ /w l ɾ j/

and they are subject to the following orthographic conventions:

b d f h k l m n p t v w z represent their IPA symbols.

j r y represent /dʒ ɾ j/ respectively.

c usually represents /s/ before i e y and /k/ elsewhere.

awice /əˈwəis/ "indeed" < OE ġewiss "certain" coholl /kʊˈhɔl/ "sulfide" < Ar كُحْل "kohl"

g usually represents /g/ but may represent /dʒ/ before i e y.

eagre /ˈeː.gə/ "acid" < L ācer nargill /ˈnaː.dʒɪl/ "coconut" < Ar نَرْجِيل "coconut palm" girl /geːl/ "young person"

q appears almost always in the diagraph qu to represent /kw/.

quoit /kwəit/ "tyre, torus"

s represents /z/ between vowels and word-finally (unless doubled), and /s/ otherwise.

Brasil /bɾəˈzɪl/ "Newfoundland" < Ir Breasail betimes /bɪˈtəimz/ "earlier" surblavick /soːˈblɛː.vɪk/ "ultraviolet" < L blavus "blue"

x represents /gz/ between vowels, and /ks/ otherwise.

oxy /ˈɔg.ziː/ "stubborn" œculux /ˈɛ.kjəˌlʊks/ "EM radiation" < Gr οἶκος "house", L lux "light"

There are several digraphs of letters with -h: ch gh ph sh th wh.

ph sh wh represent /f ʃ f/.

ch usually represents /tʃ/, but sometimes also /k/.

chalk /tʃalk/ "chalk" yacht /jakt/ "cult" < Du jaght "hunting party"

gh usually represents either /ʃ/ (following i) or /f/ (following u).

wight /wɪʃt/ "person" < OE wiht "thing, creature" ough /uːf/ "bad" < OE wōh "wrong, crooked" NB I'ght /ˈəift/ "I must", contracted from I ought

th usually represents either of /θ ð/, and sometimes /t/.

thrift /θɾɪft/ "energy" < ON þrift "prosperity" yeathre /ˈjeːðə/ "together" < OE geador

There are several situations in which written consonants may be silent.

In certain endings: participle -end /ən/, infinitive -en /ə/, superlative -est /əs/.

discurrend /dɪˈskʊ.ɾən/ "different" < L discurrēns "roaming" chammen /ˈtʃa.mə/ "to chew" (poss. onomatopoetic) tharvest /ˈθaː.vəs/ "least sociable" < OE þeorf "unleavened"

Coda r lengthens the preceding vowel and word-final -re is pronounced /ə/.

interpel /ɪnˈtɛː.pəl/ "interact with" < L interpellō "I disturb" sundre /ˈsʊn.də/ "many" < OE sundor "separately"

Post-tonic -st- immediately before a closed syllable is pronounced /s/.

hirstend /ˈheː.sən/ "extra" < OE hyrstan "to ornament" pistol /ˈpɪ.səl/ "message" < L epistola

Likewise, post-tonic -v- is lost in some common words.

morovre /mʊˈɾoː(ə)/ "as well" evre /ɛː(ə)/ "always"

Vowels

The vowels of (this variety of) Markish are:

/a ɛ ɪ ɔ ʊ ə/ /aː ɛː eː iː ɔː oː ʉː/ /əi əu/

and they are subject to the following orthographic conventions:

In stressed syllables, "short" a e i~y o u represent /a ɛ ɪ ɔ ʊ/.

sam /sam/ "set, collection" < OE samnian "gather" whelp /fɛlp/ "baby animal" quick /kwɪk/ "awake" thon /ðɔn/ "one, someone", contracted from the one bulk /bʊlk/ "cargo"

In unstressed syllables, a e i~y o u instead represent /ə ə~ɪ ɪ ʊ ʊ/—except word-finally, where /ɪ ʊ/ become /iː ə/.

defectend /dɪˈfɛk.tən/ "positively charged" behemoth /bɪˈhiː.mʊθ/ "hippopotamus" costumery /kʊˈstjəu.mə.ɾiː/ "fashion plate"

"Long" a e i~y o u represent /ɛː iː əi uː jəu/.

besake /bɪˈzɛːk/ "because" mete /miːt/ "standard, gauge" < OE metan "measure" ty /təi/ "to join" poke /puːk/ "container" < OFr poque "bag" huge /hjəudʒ/ "huge"

There are plenty of digraphs representing vowels.

Coda -r: ar er ir or ur represent /aː ɛː eː oː oː/.

davarn /dəˈvaːn/ "grand hotel, resort" < W tafarn "inn"

-a: ea oa represent /eː oː/.

roaden /ˈɾoː.də/ "to travel"

-e: ee ie ue represent /iː əi jəu/.

conspue /kʊnˈspjəu/ "to deride" < L cōnspuō "I spit upon"

-i/y: ai ei oi and ay ey oy represent /əi əi~iː əi/.

fain /fəin/ "willing(ly)"

-o: oo represents /uː/.

soon /suːn/ "as soon as"

-u/w: au eu ou and aw ew ow represent /əu əu əu~uː/.

blew /bləu/ "blue" coshow /ˈkɔ.ʃuː/ "rubber" < Quechua kawchu

#conlang #boral #conlanging #boralverse #alternate history #conworld #writing

[unknownlololol]

The Hanging Tree

Your existence remains shrouded in mystery. Is only known with a melodic voice, a wanderer, or resembles as a ghost freely roams in Teyvat. He couldn't find you. You're near, yet too far. Too distant for his grasp.

TW: Angst with no comfort? Unsure for Lyney's part.

Scaramouche & Lyney X Reader!LucyGray (Hunger Games inspired)

note: I used to write stuffs so sorry if my writing is rusty. 🥹🥹🙏

Are you, are you comin' to the tree?

Where they strung up a man, they say, who murdered three?

Trees heavy with snow on it's tips. Cold breeze brushing off his stoned face. He felt nothing but devoid of sensation. Sitting on the lonely, cold bench. Scaramouche did not mean to kill your friend. He did not mean to betray your friend. He did NOT mean it. He was just trying to get him and you, escape from the scene of the crime. His first arrival of the Snezhnaya may be turned out to be great but after meeting you— his walls has fallen, unnoticed. He thought that his illed friend will be the last time to let someone in his life. A puppet who promised himself not to get attached, has a change of heart. You're too good to be true. Singing in the bar with the crowds enjoying your songs. Such charisma exceeds its lengths that a human, he thought, would have. And it lured him. Having shared interests and desires. Mainly yours. Your desire to be free. Yet, he doesn't know his. Then, it leads to this. It was all good but... The final sight etched in his mind was the lifeless forms of the duke's daughter, her assailant, and your former partner. And you, stood behind him. Such history you have with these three before you. Your friend saved you from exposing your plans upon escaping the hands of The Knave. You owed him for it. And died. As a punishment of him killing these victims. It wasn't your friend's fault. It's his. His sole intention was to save himself, inadvertently leaving your friend to face the consequences. He didn't mean it.

But did you knew this all along? The song— you sang about the tree. He thought that was dedicated to your ex. But it is a message that you knew all along. Scaramouche gazes at his trembling hand, unable to control it. Despite acknowledging his wrongdoing, your abrupt disappearance has left him stunned. He couldn't call this as betrayal but sees it as a consequence of dropping his guard around you— or a punishment. He blames you, seeing your actions as the catalyst for further complications. But he knows that the fault is not yours.

He refuse to accept it. Refusing to accept that he's become attached to your perilous allure.

Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be

If we met at midnight in the hanging tree.

Lyney didn't intend to conceal his identity from you to betray your trust. He didn't mean to. Eyes could not even bare to look at his trusted attorney. Not even yours. He have no guts to see your reaction. The revelation did shocked almost everyone in the opera as the archon stood confidently on the opposite side. Murmurs can be heard beneath him. But all he wondered is, what would be your reaction? Yet again, he doesn't have enough courage to look at you. To know how you felt— that he and her sister being part of the House of Hearth, tormenting you even in your sleep. You confessed that you to be in there and escaped. And you should consider yourself fortunate that 'Father' hasn't mentioned anything about an escapee. Did you escaped during the times of the previous Knave or— 'Not 's the time!' Scolding himself as he and her sister went a small, one hour recess with the Traveler. All Lyney could think about is you. He really didn't mean it. His heart beating in anticipation to reach out for you. To apologise that his intentions weren't there to pursue or harm you in any way. Even her sister can perceive the thumping of his heart and the restless movement of his hands concealed behind his back. It's clear that he didn't intend to deceive those who placed their trust in him. The Traveler, and you.

Much to his dismay. To his damn dismay. You were nowhere to be seen. As his eyes darted to where you had been sitting, the seat lay empty. It was the worst-case scenario he had desperately hoped to avoid. He can be put into jail for all he cares, or facing 'Father's' punishment for any mistake that hindered their goal, but your vanishing act after discovering this deceitful truth was something he dreaded.

Though he could sense a faint glimmer of hope for understanding from the Traveler, it wasn't sufficient to kindle the light. You're gone. It wasn't his intention. He didn't mean to.

"Lyney," her sister said, attempting to draw him out of his swirling thoughts. Lyney hadn't even noticed the tears streaming down his face as he caught sight of a familiar scarf. It's from yours.

You're not easy to understand. Just like flowers can hold multiple meanings just through their description. It signify a farewell and a hope for reunion. Is this flower solely about separation, envisioning a future meeting somewhere? Or perhaps in an alternate universe where their roles wouldn't hinder your relationship with him. He's willing to wait longer for you. Respecting whatever emotions you may be feeling—anger, confusion, or distress. This message stands as his gesture, even if he's not entirely certain of your return. But perhaps, he can hope for this one. Just maybe, one day.

note: Thank you for scrolling all the way here! 🥹🥹🫶

#lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney x y/n #lyney x gender neutral reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #genshin scenarios #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scara x reader #scara x you #scara x y/n

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

OUR LITTLE FOX

Well, who would have expected it? A child.

He was going to have so much fun with the little one if only to see the reactions of his late comrades. After all, what stood tightened in that chair was the beating heart of Snezhnaya. If they hoped to have them back... They had to drive a hard bargain.

Pierro was exhausted, they all were. Working day and night to develop a strategy, a plan, something to bring back their little fox. They had nothing short of a week to do, and they had to do it perfectly.

The icy glare of the Tsaritsa didn't leave space for debates.

He thought about sending Childe, but would it work? Or should he send some agents alongside slingers to act as bait?

He didn't know. And that unsettled him to no end.

Arlecchino and Sandrone came in, slightly worse for wear too, but they seemed to have an idea. "Pierro, let us go to rescue y/n. We have an idea", said Arlecchino while Sandrone nodded along.

It could work, mused the Jester. " For her majesty's sake, go and do not fail"

You were exhausted, hungry. You didn't understand what they wanted from you, but that man... seemed familiar. Had you seen him before? Probably, but you couldn't remember where.

Soft steps approached the room, and there he was. "Recognize me yet, your highness? Or should I say brat?" Boomed the male figure.

You cowered in fear. He smirked. "I know that you probably remember me, but I have something to tell you. You will bring this letter to those idiots back in Zapolyarny Palace and tell them exactly what I said, understood?", you nodded.

The tone was the same your mother used when she wanted something done, and it was absolute.

"Good. Tell them this" and he whispered in your ears. Tears pooled around your eyes.

With that, you were shipped back to the palace...

Before the Knave and the Puppet could go out, in the middle of the meeting they were having appeared someone.

You were back, but what had occurred? "Y/n, you're back. What happened?" shouted an ensemble of worried voices.

"I...have a message for you ...", you said tearfully.

#genshin fanfic #genshin impact fic #genshin headcanons #genshin impact imagines #fatui headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader

[knaveofmogadore]

I'm doin my laundry

#messages from knave

[lunarsilver]

Looks of the next important person to you | Tarot Reading

This "important person" can be anyone who will play some big role in your life, no matter what this role is - lover, friend, mentor, enemy and so on. Pick the pile you feel drawn to.

REMEMBER

I’m not a doctor, a psychiatrist, a therapist nor a psychologist. Tarot readings will never replace meetings with them.

It’s a general reading, so not everything will resonate.

If you can’t choose between two piles, probably both of them have some messages for you. You can also not identify with any of them and that’s okay too.

Readings can help you make a decision, but they shouldn’t be the main reason of making it.

The arts are from Vanitas no Carte.

1 ~ 2 ~ 3

PILE 1

Cards: Ace of Swords, Hermit (R), Ace of Cups

Back of the Deck: Six of Pentacles

I think it can be a rather young person, with these two aces (aces mean new beginnings and potential) and The Hermit, showing an old man, in reverse. Probably neither too masculine nor feminine in terms of looks, because the major color of this Ace of Swords card is blue and Ace of Cups’ is pink (and also Swords are often associated as a masculine suit while Cups as a feminine one) while the other two cards have pretty neutral colors, vintage comes to my mind. This person probably doesn’t care too much about things traditionally associated with a specific gender and just wears what they like. There is quite a lot of flowers on the cards, maybe this person likes floral patterns.

They give the vibe of someone creative, intelligent and successful – or at least working on becoming successful. There is also this Six of Pentacles at the back of the deck, which probably means that this person looks like a generous and willing to help individual. However, the Hermit in reverse suggests not being the life of the party. Kinda like this one quiet person who you always wanted to talk because they looked nice and smart but never actually did it. Side note but for some reason it came to my mind that this person can be good at math and maybe wears glasses, take it with a grain of salt though.

PILE 2

Cards: Ace of Pentacles, Nine of Wands, Strength (R)

Back of the Deck: Knave of Cups

A lot of beige, greenish and yellowish colors on the cards, and comes Knave of Cups, all in pastel pink, white and with a little red. Maybe this person looks more conventional or classic on the daily basis (shirts came to my mind) but in some cases embraces their more feminine side? They can be a woman or look more feminine – the hand holding the coin look like a woman’s hand and has long nails, and Strength and Knave of Cups also show women. Both of them have dark pinned up hair. One of the characters has a tattoo of a snake on her leg, and the other looks pretty classy and feminine.

This person looks stable, works persistently to achieve their goal. They look like someone ambitious and successful, and probably are good at hiding their insecurities or impostor syndrome – that’s how I interpret Strength in reverse in this context. This Knave of Cups suggests they look pretty, even beautiful, and also rather feminine, maybe romantic.

PILE 3

Cards: Nine of Cups, Empress (R), Nine of Swords (R)

Back of the Deck: Seven of Wands (R)

Two nines. Nines mean coming to an end, fulfillment. Maybe this person looks older than you or like someone between two stages of their life. While Wands and Swords are often associated with the masculine, Cups and especially Empress are the feminine. There are three human characters on the cards, and all of them have brown or black hair. The Empress looks ethereal, all in white and silver, refined and gentle. Interestingly enough, the character on the Seven of Wands looks almost like the opposite, a male in colorful clothes.

Okay, this person looks… tired. Like, Nine of Cups suggest they look as someone very successful, financially stable, classy, maybe even rich, but the next three cards create an image of someone experiencing a burn-out, pressure and being overwhelmed. They give this vibe of someone who needs to rest and think what to do next after their last success.

#pick a card reading #cartomancy #divination #pick a picture #pick a card #general reading #tarot reading #free tarot #free tarot reading #pick a pile

[ganymedecatamitus]

It's so much more fun to watch bad documentaries about stuff you already know. Nerd version of yelling at the ref for making a bad call

#messages from knave

[meraki-yao]

RWRB Movie Thoughts: Emails

The emails are my favourite part of the book, partly because that is how I show affection: I write lengthy letters to my friends during their special occasions, and I keep every message of love they send me in a cherished chest. The emails detailed their growing relationship and love not only in a wonderfully written way but also in a way that speaks true and is personal to me.

That being said, I went into the movie knowing they can't do the full extent of what's in the books out of practicality: the audiobook takes like fifteen minutes to read an email, and with visual media, there has to be something on screen, and long montages don't work. I've accepted this and just was curious about how they were going to deal with it.

And I liked that part of the film! It wasn't as innovative as how the texting scene was done, but texting allows that since texting is a conversation, basically talking online, while email is not that, and is something closer to continuous monologues, so it can't be presented in the same way. What we heard was less poetic or epic than the book emails, but it was soft, sweet and adorable in its own way, and I loved the book quotes we did get: "When we’re apart your body comes back to me in dreams" & "I'll be damned but I miss you", and I do wish it was longer and we got to hear more.

But with that being said, two things I noticed:

1. From the middle until the end of the email scene. I think starting from Henry's "Wait don't they have napkins in Texas?" line, there are actually at least two overlapping audios of their emails playing, it's just one is louder and subtitled. All I could pick up from the other audio is

Alex: Dear Henry, I miss you too Henry: Dear Alex/ Affectionately

but there's definitely more, I just couldn't pick the words up. So what is the other audio??? What are the other emails ??? Are there more that was recorded but wasn't even put in the movie??? I NEED to KNOW!!!

2. We may not get a lot of emails in the movie, but when the emails were leaked, the newscaster who questions Miguel says there's 72 emails, and the British newscaster still calls them "the Waterloo letters", which means in universe, the "Hometown Stuff" email thread, with “memories are difficult", " I thought, it someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire", and my favourite:" A INCOMPLETE LIST: THINGS I LOVE ABOUT HRH PRINCE HENRY OF WALES" with certain changes to fit the movie canon, EXIST IN UNIVERSE, even if we don’t see/heard it.

If I'm gonna stretch this point a bit further, since Henry looked so damn broken (applause to Nick here) and Alex mentions “most private and intimate thoughts", "fear and truth", and honestly as sweet as it is, I don't think the emails shown in the movie reaches the level of "most"," I imagine most if not all emails in the book still took place and were written between movie Alex and Henry with certain changes: "Paris?" during the time jump between polo and Paris, “You are a dark sorcerer” maybe after their night in Paris, "A Mass of fools and Knaves" maybe a little earlier than where it is in the book, or have the "Dear Henry, so I just came out to my mom” be the last email in that thread, "Bad metaphors about maps" between runway goodbyes and the email leaks...

I literally don’t know if this brain rot made me happy about the potential cross-universe point that is their emails or even sadder that these were the bleeding words that fucking asshole Miguel leaks to the world. Henry’s face during the whole scene breaks my heart into pieces.

But there you go, something to think about.

P.S: Also I really really really want to hear Taylor and Nick read the book emails :D

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry hanover stuart fox #firstprince #rwrb thoughts #emails emails emails

[fatuismooches]

I'M DYINGGG FROM ARLECCHINO AND HER LEAKS. Also a tiny bit heartbroken from Lynette's hangout

I can't wait for Arlie release.. ;; esp. bc 4.5 doesn't look too promising as an update. I hope her banner will ft. Lynette and Fremi, bc I want both C6. I also hope she'll have special intentions with them as boss, like Scara w/ Raiden or Azhadaha w/ Zhongli bc I know damn well I'll battle her with Freminet.

I also wonder what is exactly her 'true side' Wanderer mentioned. Buuut since we've gathered here for fluffy harbingers, I can say one thing for sure: You wouldn't want to mistreat Arlecchino's lover in any way. She has eyes and ears basically anywhere, thanks to HotH spies, who, in addition to their own mission, have a special order to watch over her lover and make a report, if something bad happens to them. But if someone actually I'll-treats them, Arlecchino will always want to deal with that person herself. And trust me, they wouldn't like what's going to happen..

-🥀

The one thing you never want to do if you work for the Fatui, is anger any of the Harbingers. Sure, some are certainly more likable than others, but in the end, they are still that - Harbingers. Whose morals are more gray than the average person, and has no problem resorting to more... unsavory methods if pushed. Arlecchino, of course, is no different. Sure, her calm facade may seem impenetrable, but it can change if you were to ever be threatened. She doesn't show it at first, no. Her expression remains seemingly undisturbed as she works out her plan of action.

But once she has the perpetrators in the palm of her hand, they won't live to tell the tale, having gone 'poof' without a trace, their disappearance sending out a message to anyone who dares to harm the Knave's beloved. Once Arlecchino returns to you after whatever she's done, her 'normal' personality is back, knowing that you are safe and sound with her. You've long stopped trying to ask her what exactly she was doing and settle with her gentle kisses of reassurance.

(I AM ALSO DYING FROM ARLIE LEAKS. SHE IS TOO MAJESTIC. Lynette's hangout also made me sad. Her backstory is still so sad and also the poor cats :( I also hope the siblings are on her banner! I have both of them like c0 and i would love to build them and put them on the same team. Ahh i am so excited for 4.6... and yea 4.5 is pretty dry but I don't really mind lol. We have kitty event at least!! I am also very curious as to what her 'crazy' side will be, considering how calm she's appeared so far. Oooh i am dwjdbewdb!!!)

#smooches talks #🥀 anon #arlecchino love notes <3 #FROTHING AT THE MOUTH FOR ARLECCHINO. #SHE IS SO COOL............ SO AMAZING....... #waiting for the voicelines leaks now... #i love fluffy harbingers but i also love them being scary af solely to protect their beloved #its so... the taste is delicious

[reilliane]

Folly ✤ Scaramouche

A/N: This takes place in the same universe as 'Devilry' (aka the crackfic), where MC is the previous Sixth Harbinger dubbed as 'Mistress Fiore'.

✤ Mentions of death

✤ There's nothing wrong with indulging in dangerous follies every now and then, especially if that folly is nothing but that fascinating defector.

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Within the expanse of the temple draped in a frosty twilight gathers a handful of dignitaries, all with a single purpose; to grieve for the fallen.

Well, their grieving may be a tepid act—after all, one cannot overlook the possibility that their hearts are more bristling than mourning. The fact remains that it is still only a mere assumption, though.

Despite being... comrades in arms, not one of them truly knows what the other bears inside their chest. Aside from the obvious mutual belligerence, of course.

“Who invited the mistress here?”

The voice rises amid the frigid air, biting as though it carries frost in its tone.

Naturally, everyone's attention is piqued. It's a question that serves both to distract themselves from the loss of an ally and to ascertain the reason for the arrival of an unsought guest.

But is the aforementioned person truly uninvited?

“You wound me, can I not be present to send my own farewell to the Eighth?” you speak up with faux umbrage, stepping beyond the shadows of the pilasters.

Far from being disconcerted by the number of eyes nipping at your profile like tiny cicins, you lift your head, meeting the faces of those you previously deemed comrades. Now mere... 'acquaintances'.

“Besides, don't you think it's only expected for me to fill in the blank slot that the Balladeer left open for this moment?”

It isn't like you're going to take back the position afterward.

The knowing hum settles an air of brewing resignation, tinged with a bit of vexation that seems to come to the group naturally.

Tartaglia clicks his tongue from his place at the pews, voice amicably austere. “Calm down, it was I who invited Fiore.”

His answer dispels most of the lingering bafflement in the crowd and the ceremony carries on without delay and reluctance.

Although, you huff in disbelief. It's more of a business meeting than a funeral ceremony.

You decide not to speak against it, however, aware of your standing in the place. Instead, you've taken to observing the varying expressions on their faces. They're all so impervious as ever.

The plan not to opine fails later on though, following the ludicrous decree about the momentary pause of business and other affairs as well as Pantalone's opinion about it.

“Half a day's holiday?” you find yourself giggling, though it's crystal clear that you're far from being amused. “Careful, your gracious facade seems to be slipping, mister disingenuous mayor.”

Pulcinella crinkles his nose and adjusts his spectacles with a sigh.

“Hm, I'd rather not open my ears to the words of an ex-Harbinger. Do be content that we allowed you to stay.”

You whistle, finding no reason to deny the latter portion of his statements. It's irking how he seems to dismiss your previous rank as the Sixth and denigrate your current status, though.

As if sensing the subdued venom beginning to rise from your throat, another voice cuts in.

“Can you cease the farcical banter?” Arlecchino gives her fellow Harbinger a pointed stare, scrutiny evident in her eyes. “[Name] may no longer be in the official ranks, but she was the only one who ever sought camaraderie between you half-hearted dignitaries.”

Her concern for this shoddy, half-hearted excuse of a holiday is thus valid. Is the underlying message.

You cup your cheeks with a pleased smile, drawing out a long, grateful sigh. “My, thank you, lady Arle. Ever the justiciar.”

Her auxiliaries are anticipated, yes, but you didn't think she'd actually support you. But then again, she seems to be the only one who genuinely grieves the death of Signora. Apart from Pantalone and Pierro—and maybe even Tartaglia.

The Knave transfers her look towards you. It's nothing short of perfunctory, perhaps even a bit scunnered.

“That does not remove the fact that you are no longer one of us. You've only until the end of condolences before you are to leave.”

Of course.

“Oh, the woes of being unwanted!” you bemoan, holding your head for a melodramatic show.

You can tell that doing so has earned you a couple dirty looks and though you feel a tad awful—borderline catalyzing the enmity when again, this is no place to start a fight—you do not apologize.

Well, not to them.

It's an indecent, immoral act, but you like to believe that you're the lesser evil in the room.

With a step forward, you ascend a few inches into the air, moving past the Harbingers and hovering over the intricately gilded cenotaph. No one stops you.

Caressing the marble surface of the tomb makes you note how it's a lot colder than the atmosphere.

Unfitting for the Witch whose heart only knew how to be set ablaze.

But if you consider the Delusion she's been gifted, then it is appropriate; for a blazing heart to freeze and shatter, unable to rekindle its loving warmth.

“Looks like I am only as transient as a minute here, Rosalyne.” there is silence in the temple. Not one voice overpowers yours.

Maybe they have finally gotten self-conscious? It's funny to think that someone who is no longer a Harbinger is the first to send her farewell. What ridicule!

With a silent, single clap, you expel a breath and hum. Your time here is done—you'll have to thank Childe sometime for the official invitation.

Pierro is just about to say something- business talk, maybe. Whatever it is, it does not include you, and to be honest, you'd rather not be included, either.

You vanish into a myriad of snowflakes before anyone can raise a word, leaving only your final murmurs resonating within the temple.

“May your soul find peace in the embers of that which you burned.”

Your next destination leads you to the familiar lands of Liyue and to the terra that stretches past its borders.

The swift travel from the icy nation back to a more tropical one has depleted most if not all of your stamina, so you stayed at an inn for a little while to recuperate.

Although you do have an objective in mind, you aren't in a rush. It's safe to say that you are one step further than the Fatui Harbingers, hence the insouciance.

Besides, like some magical work of nature, you are far attuned to the presence you're seeking, so searching doesn't come off as difficult. In fact, you are able to find him merely two days after staying at Wangshu Inn.

Conspicuous even without trying to, the violets and reds of his attire are emphasized amid the drying greens of the environment. He's dwelling in discreet places, however, managing to shroud himself in the shadows and not make a sound.

Any traveler—not the blond one, though—will fail to see him. But unfortunately, he sticks out to you like a sore thumb.

“For once, you are trying to be discreet.”

The defector stills with a muted hiss, swift to register the arrival of someone as well as the lack of additional weight on his head.

His buttons are already pressed, but annoyance and genuine indifference aside, he's at least thankful that he's found by non-Fatui first.

“Mm, but the hat's still remarkably ostentatious, don't you think so?”

Not like being found by Harbingers poses that much of a problem, he'd simply fight them. That said, he's this close to flicking out his catalyst, too...

“Scaramouche.”

He doesn't, though, and decides to just humor the person who's managed to trace his steps from Inazuma.

Immediately, he meets a pair of gushed [c]s and the usual smile he's seen—unwillingly—far too many times to count. Clicking his tongue, he grumbles.

“Tsk, Fiore.”

No sort of communication has transpired between them in the past months, not after the research about the meteorites and the godawful luncheon shared between them along with Signora and Tartaglia.

So, he isn't going to lie and say that he's not surprised to see her in front of him.

'Fiore' sighs hyperbolically, the theatrical action quick to make the man roll his eyes. He expected nothing less.

She starts with a spin, showing off her apparel that although carried a few similarities from her previous Harbinger attire, looked more... liberated.

In the sense that it's unique, a style that screamed 'Fiore' instead of the nations in Teyvat.

“You misunderstand, Balladear, I'm not Fiore, but [Name]. I'm a free woman. I'm in no organizations.”

That's new, for the last time he saw her, she was still rather attached to the organization. Or perhaps that's her way of supervising him, the one who had taken her place.

He must've been scrutinizing her appearance with a silence that lacked his usual aggro—because before he knows it, the lady leans forward with a wink.

It sends a chill down his back.

“Nor in any relationships, if you catch my drift.”

Bitter Archons above-

“Get the hell out of my sight.” Scaramouche snarls with pinched brows, turning away in disgust after snagging his hat back.

He really doesn't know what else to expect of her, but he's a little relieved that she hasn't grown out of that preposterous charm of hers. Still devilishly annoying, but he's not one to talk.

Uninterested in the laughter that rings behind him, he continues his trek toward the neighboring nation of Sumeru. At the moment, there's nothing but the crucial need to get away.

An impossible thing—for the Fatui always manages to catch up, he knows that better than anyone—but that's a headache for another day.

He already has one just seeing this woman and the humid air is not helping alleviate it. Sweat is rolling down his temples and it's only the nice cover of his hat that prevents him from melting into mush under the raging sun.

A cold gust of wind blows through him, the discordant chill amid the otherwise dry area implying that it was done with the use of both a Vision and Delusion.

Perceptive as always, that girl.

“The Tsaritsa is rather upset, you know?” she calls, voice steadily growing closer.

He was about to address her use of Anemo and Cryo—maybe slot in an impossible thanks—but that's thrown out of his mind a second later.

The Tsaritsa?

Huffing, he doesn't bother stopping and facing her, wary of his growing headache 'cause damn. “Two-faced liar, so you were with them.”

“To pay respects,” the response is quick, as though his censures were foreseen. “Signora was a nice comrade. A little haughty, but nice.”

Nice. Scaramouche almost laughs. Signora, nice.

Perhaps her competency with taking the Queen's piece, yes.

But only someone with a loose screw can ever describe the pile of ash as nice, but then again, this is [Name]. If devilish isn't her middle name, then perhaps eccentric is.

“They will be coming after you. You are aware of that, aren't you?”

Exasperating works, too.

“What do you take me for? An idiot?” he finally stops, unable to hide the offense on his face as he swivels with a glare.

Is he being disparaged? Him?

The venom on his tongue is milliseconds away from coating the words he's about to convey, but he receives an answer before he can do so.

“A renegade with a bounty over his head heading to Sumeru. I hope you weren't blinded by what you sought.” [Name] answers with a shrug, her pretty [c]s fixated on the glimmer of violet peeking behind the overlays of fabric.

On the defensive, Scaramouche lifts a hand to cover the glow of the Electro Archon's Gnosis. He does this even though he's aware that [Name] has no intention of stealing it from him.

In any case, she's much more likely to steal his damned hat again.

He scoffs once more. “I'm none of your business.”

Leave me alone.

The message needn't be said when it's already so obviously implied.

Having uttered what he wanted, he resumes his pace, thinking of feasible plans for the coming few days. He has no doubts that a Harbinger is going to be sent after him.

Eyes forward, he walks with his chin tipped high, confident and unfaltering of what lies ahead. There is nothing to fear, nothing to be bewildered over.

The macabre art of war comes to him naturally and there aren't any qualms about death, he is used to such things. But if there is one thing he isn't used to, then...

“Do you have a death wish?” he halts and asks this, genuinely lost in a confusion that he won't admit out loud.

Only the sound of his feet against the terra is heard a minute ago, but he isn't oblivious to the following figure at his back, levitating as always. Nonchalant as she can possibly be.

“What you're doing is nothing but utter folly.”

Why are you still here?

He doesn't even need to turn around to see [Name] shrug. As if she isn't at all deterred by the fact that she can die if she continues to follow him.

“I know.” she answers, sounding insanely delighted.

Scaramouche clicks his tongue again.

If there's anything he isn't accustomed to, then it is the devilish [Name].

“You're mad.”

Only a giggle answers his words as he begins to walk again, making no move to stop her any longer and letting her float around him with a bunch of jests rolling past her tongue.

He's irked, but that's alright.

He's fond of pretty and exasperating devils, anyway.

a/n: mm, nothing like scara pretending not to care that mc decided to stick with him when in fact he's actually all "aw ye" about it deep down lmao

@cherryflushz @e7t3 @scarlet-halos @lordbugs @nebulaera @annoying-and-upset @hanniejji @applepi1415 @tjjjrsj @azirajane @hey-comrade-hold-stil @limelightsuperhero @chloeloe @loptido @windyventi @nejibot @ganyuqrt @justrinnn @yasunamilk @alana5021

#m-devilry #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #female reader

[scotianostra]

April 27th 1296 saw Scots defeated by Edward I at the Battle of Dunbar.

After the sack of Berwick-upon-Tweed, Edward remained in the town for a month, supervising the strengthening of its defences. On 5th April, he received a message from King John renouncing his homage, to which he remarked, more in contempt than anger, “O’ foolish knave! What folly he commits. If he will not come to us we will go to him.”

The next objective in the campaign was the Earl of March’s castle at Dunbar, a few miles up the coast from Berwick. March was with the English, but his wife, Marjory Comyn, sister of the Earl of Buchan, did not share her husband’s political loyalties and allowed her fellow Scots to occupy the castle. Edward sent one of his chief lieutenants, John de Warenne, 6th Earl of Surrey, John Balliol’s own father-in-law, northwards with a strong force of knights to invest the stronghold. The defenders sent messages to King John, to the main body of his army at nearby Haddington, asking for urgent assistance. In response the army, or a large part of it, advanced to the rescue of Dunbar. John, who was showing even less skill as a commander than he had as a king, did not accompany it. The campaign of 1296 was now to enter its final phase.

According to the history books The Battle of  Dunbar was  an action between two bodies of mounted men-at-arms, the two forces came in sight of each other on 27 April. The Scots occupied a strong position on some high ground to the west. To meet them, Surrey’s cavalry had to cross a gully intersected by the Spot Burn. As they did so their ranks broke up, and the Scots, deluded into thinking the English were leaving the field, abandoned their position in a disorderly downhill charge, only to find that Surrey’s forces had reformed  and were advancing in perfect order. 

The English routed the disorganised Scots in a single charge. The action was brief and probably not very bloody, since the only casualty of any note was a minor Lothian knight, Sir Patrick Graham, though about 100 Scottish lords, knights and men-at-arms were taken prisoner. 

According to one English source over ten thousand Scots died at the battle of Dunbar, however this is probably a confusion with the casualties incurred at the storming of Berwick. The survivors fled westwards to the safety of Selkirk Forest. The following day King Edward appeared in person and Dunbar castle surrendered. Some important prisoners were taken: John “the red” Comyn, Earl of Buchan, and the earls of Atholl, Ross and Menteith, together with 130 knights and esquires. All were sent into captivity in England.

The battle of Dunbar effectively ended the war of 1296 with the English winning. The remainder of the campaign was little more than a grand mopping-up operation. James, the hereditary High Steward of Scotland, surrendered the important fortress at Roxburgh without attempting a defence, and others were quick to follow his example. Only Edinburgh Castle held out for a week against Edward’s siege engines. A Scottish garrison sent out to help King John, who had fled north to Forfar, were told to provide for their own safety. 

Edward himself, advanced into central and northern Scotland in pursuit of King John. Stirling Castle, which guarded the vital passage across the River Forth was deserted , well almost, according to the history of some chroniclers there was a janitor who stayed behind to hand the keys to the English. John reached Perth on 21st June, where he received messages from Edward asking for peace.

John Balliol, in surrendering, submitted himself to a humiliation at the hands of The English King. At Kincardine Castle on 2nd July he confessed to rebellion and prayed for forgiveness. Five days later in the kirkyard of Stracathro he abandoned the treaty with the French. The final humiliation came at Montrose on 8th July. Dressed for the occasion John was ceremoniously stripped of the vestments of royalty. Antony Bek, the Bishop of Durham, ripped the red and gold arms of Scotland from his surcoat, thus bequeathing to history the nickname Toom Tabard (empty coat) by which John has been known to generations of Scottish schoolchildren. He and his son Edward were sent south into captivity. Soon after, the English king followed, carrying in his train the Stone of Scone and other relics of Scottish nationhood.

Scotland was more or less in the hands of Longshanks army, and by all accounts, with the exception of Berwick, with little bloodshed, soon after The Comyns, The Bruces and other Scottish nobles would be free again and given lands and their titles back, after swearing allegiance to King Edward, but murmurs of discontent were beginning and the emergence of a rebellion were starting, with the often overlooked Andrew de Moray in the north, and on William Wallace in the south.

#scotland #scottish #the first war of scottish independence #john balliol #english #longshanks #edward i #medieval history #medieval warfare #history