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brassandblue · 4 months

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Who are your muses best friends?

Arthur's best friends are: @bertievi's George VI; @admiraltyspride's Lord Nelson; @ageofxail's Daniel/America (husband!!!), Noel/England & Royal Navy; my Jack/London; & @xbasilrp's Toni/Spain (spicy boyfriend).

Not quite besties but very close platonically (unless otherwise noted) are @terrorcaptain's Crozier (very father-son tbh); Thera at @therapardalis; Mycroft at @governmentofficial (also husband!); @hope-on-hope-ever's John Franklin (friends/colleagues in general but also estranged father and bastard son in THAT ONE AU); endearingly fond of @imprvdente's Fish; & Pris at @herstoriies

@honorhearted gets an honorable (ha!) mention because of how complicated Ben and Art's relationship is. Arthur admires Ben but also wants to punch him in the nose. Arthur enjoys punching things though, so take that with a whole spoon of salt. He genuinely wants the Americans to win and believes Ben to be a properly good man--part of the reason he razzes Ben like he does is because there's really no other way (in Art's opinion) to try and shake Ben out of seeing the war as a largely black and white problem. He sees a lot of himself in Ben--they are both educated, stubborn, hot-headed, and courageous in stupid ways, and they both have a heart. Arthur doesn't want to see America get its start as a country with all of the kindness burned out of all its founders. They are... complicated.

I don't like to go godmode people, but Art's "default" is that he is besties with Portugal, France, India, U.S. America. However, I handle that on a case-by-case basis because, again, it would be shitty of me to force that decision on other writers.

Goodsir's besties are: The Henry Collins that lives in my head; @tooxldtorememxer's John Irving; @herstoriies' Priscilla (big fat crush on her too tbh!!!!!); @therapardalis; @terrorcaptain; Silna at @tatteredxsails; @bertievi of course; he's also pretty close with @ageofxail's Noel; & @imprvdente's Fish; & he has........ complicated feelings about @honorhearted's Ben.

Thomas Blanky's besties are: @wantsusdead's Francis (I mean we just started threading but LISTEN-); oh also @terrorcaptain's Francis (+ husband); he's also super fond of @admiraltyspride too; can't forget about the Sidebear, thank u @tatteredxsails; & if I get my way he's going to continue to 'Dad' at @imprvdente!!!!!

The Railroad Man has no besties because he's an abject piece of sh oh wow, Moriarty actually!! @multipleoccupancy

#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)#.// ruled the waves (arthur)#.// go with the floe (blanky)#.// schrodinger’s doctor (goodsir)#.// lupus in fabula (trm)#.// no frigate like a book (headcanons)

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brassandblue · 5 months

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Starter for @honorhearted!

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Harry had been in camp for some months now, just over half a year. He was well-liked--or as liked as a British surgeon could be within Washington's camp--and he had made it a point to go out of his way to help where and when he could, and was permitted to do so. To those whose lives he had saved or bettered in some manner, he often served as a sort of confessor in their recovery. It was a most unusual situation to be in, for sure, and so his role seemed to take on a life of its own rather than remain confined to a typical young surgeon's duties.

"Good day, Major Tallmadge," Harry smiled softly, flanked by the escort of a single infantry guard. He had wanted very much to speak to the Major, and given Harry's immaculate record of good and helpful behavior, such a request was not out of the question. They stood in front of Ben's tent as the early autumn wind picked up and fluttered the leaves around them, tussling Harry's dark curls.

"May I have a word, Sir?"

#.// (ic: goodsir)#.// schrodinger's doctor (goodsir)#.// au: lift high my narrow hands #honorhearted #Ben prepare to be lovingly nagged about your health

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brassandblue · 4 months

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Moar sketches ft Arthur and Goodsir!

Arthur as an Admiral, Arthur as a Cold Boy, demon AU Arthmael, pompous Victorian shithead, two Goodsirs, Arthur’s post WW2 scars, and young lad Arthur in a medieval manuscript.

#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)#.// air so keen & strange (visuals)#.// ruled the waves (arthur)#.// (fanart)#.// schrodinger’s doctor (goodsir)#.// my art #arthur kirkland

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brassandblue · 1 year

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(AU) T H E S E O L D H I L L S C A L L (O l d G o d s o f A p p a l a c h i a)

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Era: 17th, 18th, 19th, 20th, 21st centuries

Setting: Mostly Appalachain Range, North America (& Britain)

Character(s): Arthur, Amelia, Goodsir, Blanky, Ben, The R*ilro*d M*n, D*ughter Dooley

Status: OPEN, Accepting Threads

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(Pulled from the Old Gods of Appalachia website here.)

Long before anyone lived in these hills, beings of immeasurable darkness and incomprehensible madness were entombed here. It was during this bygone age, when the Appalachians towered much higher and more menacing than the gentle slopes and ridges we know today, that they were conscripted after a great battle to serve as the final prison for those dark forces. But of course, time marches inexorably on. Eons passed and the walls of the prison begin to wear thin. And Things that slumbered soundlessly below for millennia began to stir and become restless.

They began to call to those who would hear them.

To dig. To seek and find. To follow and serve. To keep this dark and bloody land for themselves and their masters.

The Green. The Dark.

Blood. Earth. Coal. Rain. Fire. Woods. This is a world where names and places have power, where energies and spirits, crawling things, witches and haints, mouthless hunting entities that hunger, are all entrenched firmly in and around a mountain chain spread across an ocean and older than bone.

#.// au: these old hills call #.// (au pages)#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)#.// schrodinger's doctor (goodsir)#.// one dynamite gal (amelia)#.// ruled the waves (arthur)#.// lupus in fabula (trm)#.// a memory of green (daughter dooley)#.// a cavalry lad (ben)

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brassandblue · 1 year

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*whispers* can we, can, would you, could, maybe, can we, can we, would, would, can i, can, would it, hnnnnnnnn goodsirvampire au pls maybe pls could we?

*SLAMS HANDS ON DESK* YES

FINALLY SOMEONE HAS ASKED ME FOR THIS

I am HERE for Goodsir!Vampire AU!!!

#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)#.// schrodinger's doctor (goodsir)#it's a DAMN GOOD ONE

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brassandblue · 2 years

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Friendship of Goodsir + Crozier - A moodboard requested by @terrorcaptain

I actually started noticing some ‘reverse’ parallels between them while making this-- Harry losing some of his naivete, learning to toughen up a bit; Francis learning to soften up and reach out to others. They both do this out of sheer necessity, but are proven to have the capacity to better themselves, even if it seems like it’s too late. (Hindsight is 20/20, as they say.)

But I also like that Goodsir goes to Crozier, asks if he can go to Terror with Silna, evidently even talked to Blanky about the language, all BEFORE he even goes to Dr. Stanley to ask if he can leave Erebus. You could argue that Crozier had ulterior motives and I wouldn’t dispute that. But at the very least, he knows Harry isn’t stupid--in fact, in 1x02 he’s the one asking Harry about the ice leads when the three commanders are interviewing him about Lt Gore. Crozier’s there staring at him intently and I definitely read that like, “oh shit this small fluffy man has some brains, oh thank fucking Christ, let’s see if he can use them” and guess what, he can.

Last bit: I could be reaching on this one, but they’re both somewhat outcasts in their respective professions (albeit for different reasons and each at different stages in their lives), but by the end of it, they’re the ones left and they have so many people still counting on them. Sure, they’ve both been trying in their flawed ways--Crozier, an angry, bitter ‘holic, and Goodsir, softspoken, keeping his head down for the most part; Crozier being far too proactive and Goodsir not nearly enough until it’s too late.

#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)#.// schrodinger’s doctor (goodsir)#this hurts me #bertievi #terrorcaptain #THANK YOU CARA genuinely these are so fun #.// air so keen & strange (visuals)#I love the cold boys #also I don't mean to be too hard on either of them tbh #there are good reasons that they were the way they were #those flaws were drawn out and amplified by the situation they found themselves in #I like that they can speak relatively plainly at the end like a meeting in the middle #they're both trying #they TRIED

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brassandblue · 1 year

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Headcanon: Arthur + Goodsir's favorite foods

ARTHUR:

We all know he loves tea. He leans into stout, savory black teas.

He'll pretty much drink any booze you put in front of him but he would prefer a full-bodied ale, or a good mulled wine or spiced rum.

He loves... pretty much anything that has a good balance of flavor. Arthur will eat just about anything, and whether that has to do with his seemingly endless appetite (the bastard) or his centuries of roughing it on land/at sea, We Just Don't Know.

However, some of his favorites include: Meat+starch dishes (shepherd's pie, fish and chips), loves a good pudding, absolutely wild about custards and creams and preserves--especally blueberries, strawberries, cherries, and citrus jams! He loves hearty, filling meals full of meat (preferably beef or mutton) and well-grown vegetables. He's also prone to snacking on shortbread biscuits and carrots.

Finally, he has an absolutely voracious sweet tooth. Preserves, pastries, confections, anything with honey... get in his MOUTH, please.

GOODSIR:

Our boy's favorite foods are lighter fare than Arthur. He's the guy that orders a large salad and tucks into it with GLEE. However, some more era-appropriate dishes that he likes would be things like... vegetable and lentil/grain soup, honeyed porridge, bread and soft boiled eggs, fresh fruits of all kinds. And he'll never say no to childhood staples like meat pies and fresh caught fish.

He does like sweets, but he'd rather go for a nice savory pudding for dessert and enjoy a bit of wine.

#.// no frigate like a book (headcanons)#.// schrodinger's doctor (goodsir)#.// ruled the waves (arthur)

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brassandblue · 1 year

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HOW DID GOODSIR BECOME A VAMPIRE

If we go with the idea that he came back from the Franklin Expedition alive: The poor man got chomped in Edinburgh, and the vampire took pity on him. He's so FLUFFY.

#.// schrodinger's doctor (goodsir)#.// au: daybreaks lost #.// no frigate like a book (headcanons)

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brassandblue · 1 year

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Your immortal Goodsir, what does he end up doing as the years go by? Does he still practice as a doctor? Or has he shifted onto something else?

After a suspiciously speedy recovery, Harry continues his education in Edinburgh. Eventually he moves to start a practice in London, though he is somewhat on autopilot for a number of years and wakes up one day to find that he has begun being a source of bodies for bodysnatchers, particularly intent on dispatching of the Hickeys of the city while also doing a great deal of work trying to help the ailing poor.

He cuts that shit out when he has a near(?) death experience and heads back up to Scotland, at which time he knows he should be ageing and isn't. It's been nearly 10 years by then, he should be nearing the age of 50, but he doesn't look a day over 30.

After that, he tries to travel around Scotland, tries to reconnect with friends and family who he has avoided for 5-10 years... but he just feels listless and empty and ends up landing in Edinburgh again. It's at this point he sees the gentrification of the city and this ignites a new fire in him--the fire of spite. He opens a practice in the city and begins doing all he can for the commonfolk, the homeless, the workers; society's vulnerable and abandoned.

In the AU tied with the reps, he actually wholly dedicates himself to this task as Edinburgh changes and modernizes and inadvertently takes on the city's mantle as its immortal representative.

After decades of this--and more efforts to reconnect with his friends--he passes his practice onto capable hands after the turn of the 20th century, where he began to take part in more exploration expeditions, in traveling, in fully immersing himself in the natural world. He would always return to Edinburgh to help look after its residents for a time, before going back to his travels and studies abroad--including (but not limited to) a return to Nunavut, across the United States, into Mexico, then to Africa, and parts beyond.

He doesn't return to active medical practice until the Cold War, but he does keep up with his academic studies and becomes an accomplished, well-traveled naturalist. He of course returns home during WW2 to assist with the war effort at home and support Scotland and the other reps.

I think, by modern day, Harry has settled into his role, and he has tried his best to make peace with the events of the Franklin Expedition and his own disillusionment, bitterness, and burnout. He's written over a dozen books on a variety of topics, and following WW2 was/is outspoken against imperialism and xenophobia. He is... tired, and quiet, and admittedly a little dead inside, but I would like to believe he has become stronger as a person over the decades.

In his spare time, as ever, he likes to read, sketch with watercolors, and hiking/camping. Sometimes experiencing nature, just being with it, is enough.

#.// no frigate like a book (headcanons)#.// schrodinger's doctor (goodsir)#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)#bertievi #<3

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brassandblue · 2 years

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Henry D.S. Goodsir - A moodboard for my own indulgence.

#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)#.// air so keen & strange (visuals)#.// schrodinger’s doctor (goodsir)#blood cw #blood tw #gore tw #gore cw #might've gone a little hard on this one

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brassandblue · 1 year

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I’m having An Anxiety so here are some assorted Blorbo headcanons:

- Nation!Arthur got mauled by the Tuunbaq during that one night where Tuun was running around causing a ruckus and was like /points at eyes, points at Hickey/. You know which part I mean. It left Arthur alive but just barely; it knows what he is. And no mortal could survive having half their face and a chunk of their shoulder sliced off.

- Human!Arthur requested to transfer from Erebus to Terror after the lead parties were sent out, as he’d been an idiot and disclosed to Sir John his parentage and it didn’t go well. He spends the rest of the time with the ships on Terror.

- Ben tried to be a Lieutenant on Erebus but ended up on Terror with the other anxious weirdos with daddy issues.

- Ben has a massive crush on Fitzjames and his hair.

- Goodsir is bisexual (that’s why he blends in to backgrounds so well)

- Blanky has a soft spot for all the other Thomases

- Blanky would split someone’s head open with a boat axe, if it actually came down to it. But they’d have to really deserve it. The thing about that though is he’d have to be pushed pretty far, and the thing that warranted such ire to Ross was the utter disregard for the men under his command. For Thomas, the only sin that’s worse than mutiny is when a captain ceases to care about the well being of his crew. A captain may make a stupid decision, but that is within the realm of unintentional results. The moment a leader would willingly abandon their men to death is the moment Thomas Blanky’s mind is made up about the kind of person that leader really is. Which is to say, a job for the axe.

#.// no frigate like a book (headcanons)#.// schrodinger's doctor (goodsir)#.// go with the floe (blanky)#.// ruled the waves (arthur)#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)#violence cw #murder cw #injury cw #death mention cw #death cw

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brassandblue · 1 year

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Do you happen to have any opinion on what type of creature the Iconic Icemaster or Good Doctor would be if they were anything but human?

Iconic Icemaster B: Hmmmm. Werewolf, werebear, or perhaps one of those shapeshifters that just turns into one specific animal, or like...

... I don't know, my brain just said "cozy frost wizard" and I'm not sure I can top that.

Goodsir Poodle Practitioner: Daywalker Vampire but I would also accept World's Nicest And Curliest Werewolf.

#.// schrodinger's doctor (goodsir)#.// go with the floe (blanky)#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)#majorxmaggiexboy

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brassandblue · 1 year

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5 things Fish likes about Goodsir:

Is very sweet

Very patient too

Keeps her Alive 👍 (thanks doc)

Didn't judge her for not knowing how to read!!!

Kept her secret this whole time!!!

@imprvdente (i was tempted to just make this list into puns -sweetsir, patientsir- so, you're welcome LMAO)

LOL

But you deprived us of Secretsir and Teachersir!

Things he likes about Fish:

Her name (genuinely)

She is very stubborn (in a good way, he thinks!)

She listens to him gush about science (and everything else)

Doesn't disregard him for being a huge nerd

Trusting him with her secret!

#.// schrodinger's doctor (goodsir)#.// no frigate like a book (headcanons)#imprvdente: fish #oh no this is adorable omg #it's true though!!!!!#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)#Goodsir is a curly delight

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brassandblue · 2 years

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dr. HENRY HARRY D. S. GOODSIR // INTEREST TRACKER

MUSE STATUS: PRIMARY

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NAME: Henry Duncan Spens Goodsir

ALT NAMES: Harry, Mr. Goodsir, Dr. Goodsir

SEX/GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, he/him

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

FACECLAIM: Paul Ready

AGE: 29-31 (Born 1819)

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Scottish, British / caucasian, white

HEIGHT: 5'5″

BUILD/BODY TYPE: Skinny, fluffy

HAIR: Dark fluffy curls

EYES: Dark amber

FULL BIO // PINTEREST BOARD

ALL ABOUT GOODSIR:

Harry Goodsir is a junior medical officer serving aboard the HMS Erebus on the Franklin Expedition, set to discover a northwest passage in the name of England and the British Empire. He is soft-mannered, more certain and confident when assisting patients both living and dead than in other matters. He is barely 30, an aspiring naturalist, anatomist, and surgeon--but not yet a proper doctor, a distinction made in the 19th century.

When it comes to his wonder and fascination of the natural world--everything from the desolate Arctic landscape and ice floes to foreign cultures and marine biology--he does nothing by half measures and will dive forward fearlessly and with bright-eyed enthusiasm. Through the voyage, Harry grows in confidence as he gains more experience and a stronger footing despite his junior status and the knowledge that he is, in at least several ways, something of an outcast (despite being well-liked by the people who get to know him). He’s also sometimes a bit oblivious, socially, but he is not gullible--he sees right through Hickey’s attempts to trick him into getting information on Silna. Harry is young, relatively inexperienced, but he isn’t blind, or stupid.

Harry is also a remarkably fast learner, quick-witted and good-humored, and a keen observer, as he is one of the first to suspect something is poisoning the crews of the expedition. His determination to help others only grows until the very end, where it is his patience and his hope in others that’s finally run dry. He cannot bring himself to give comfort to mutineers, to those that would be cruel, treacherous and murderous. Nonetheless, Harry eventually sacrifices even his own life, knowing his own fate might help his Captain live.

WARNINGS: RPing with this character will involve sensitive topics such as mental illness/depression/PTSD, violence/gore/injuries, crude/early surgical and medical topics, racism/colonialism/imperialism/nationalism, socio-economic issues past & present, homophobia past & present, discussions of cannibalism & murder.

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#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)#.// schrodinger’s doctor (goodsir)#.// a formal feeling comes (character pages)

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brassandblue · 2 years

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(AU) B L O O D B O R N E / T E R R O R (n e w b l o o d)

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Era: 1800s -- ?

Setting: City of Yharnam / Off the coast of Western Europe

Character(s): Goodsir

Status: PRIVATE-ISH

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A certain doctor travels from Britain to the city of Yharnam on a great island off the coast of western Europe to help aid in the treatment against a plague of beasts.

#.// au: new blood #.// (au pages)#.// schrodinger’s doctor (goodsir)#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)

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brassandblue · 2 years

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Captain, Sir, (intimate)

#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)#.// ruled the waves (arthur)#.// admiring the admiralty (shippy tag)#.// schrodinger’s doctor (goodsir)#.// go with the floe (blanky)#prove me WRONG

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