#Flint lock pistols
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”Keep to the code”
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What Does Your OC Carry?
Was tagged by @bleumanouche! Thank you! Open tag mostly because it looks like most everyone I normally would tag has already been tagged and already did it lol Working with Ripper, mostly because Crow and Arsenic's refsheet.net pages already have a more minimal carry list.
Clothing: For the most part, Ripper prefers comfort over fashion anymore. He's most frequently seen wearing a rather tattered Nuka Cola shirt, plain black denim vest, slightly skinny black jeans, and extremely roughed up combat boots. He does own several different vests in varying states of being turned into battle vests (handmade patches mostly from Crow), as well as a heavier leather jacket that's mostly just covered in flaked off paint from his pre-war modifications. Over the many years, his outfits have started to more frequently don mostly leather armors for additional protection.
Weapons: He loves his shotgun (handmade shotgun from creation club content) with following mods: hardened receiver, full stock. Keeps a .44 pistol for additional ranged protection with following mods: comfort grip, short scope. A Damascus butterfly blade; mostly for show because it was pretty. Sometimes a gator back bowie knife with an antler handle; but this one he doesn't like carrying around as much.
Survival: Medical dad friend. If you need anything; bandages, a stimpak, blood bags, rad-x, radaway? He's most likely got it. Bobby pins for lock-picking? Absolutely, it's a skill of his. Flint and steel to make fire? Yep.
Misc Odds and Ends: It's easy to bum a cigarette off him, he's got a pack. He'll pick up things here and there that he thinks his friends and family would like. He does refuse to let go of any holotapes he finds with music on it. He tries to keep the junk he carries to a minimum, especially after he stops traveling via caravan; not wanting to get caught overencumbered.
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As far as I’m concerned, Lucas mother 3’s full name is Lucas Vance Locke. Vance comes from Gameboy Advance, Ness and Ninten are transparently named after their consoles so it’s only fair. Flint and Hinawa are named after flintlock and matchlock pistols respectively, so their last name should be Locke (or lock I guess).
and that would make his initials lvl, which is cute. I rest my case
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donation proof in separate message <3
my prompt - flint/silver and "forgetting"
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He was still called John, here. Captain Silver by some, of course, when he was needed, but once back ashore, it was always John. And then, rarely.
Madi knew, he suspected, and might listen if he told her some or all of what he had been called before. Had this peace healed enough to suffer another lie, he might have tried. Instead, he raised his head only at the agreed-upon sound.
There had been a time before this, he knew, before he trailed along after his own life like a length of damp rope. If the others remembered, they gave no sign but their wariness. That served him fine. Reinvention had always been his preferred path to survival. His shadow was renowned for its long memory — and with reason — but it was long like a book. He could close it when he needed to.
But far from here, memory was an iron vice. No matter how much earth John layered over his own recollection, the weight and hurt and wants of what he had once been would struggle fruitlessly in someone else’s mind. In this life or the next, neither could be rid of it.
He threw down his pen. The inkwell toppled, seeping its ruinous path through the paper’s center. He didn’t bother to right it. The damage was done; the map was useless, anyway. God help him, he remembered everything — his fingers locked around the pistol, every word they’d spoken, the birds — just not where they’d been standing. Seizing his crutch, he stumped away from the desk, the room, the house, all of it, all of it until the island’s cliffside edge stopped his steps.
#ask#black sails#black sails fic#silverflint#silverflint fic#my two cents#my writing#blanketed-in-stars
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during my free time my grandpa lets me scurry around the backyard while he tries to shoot me with a flint lock pistol:~}
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🌸 & 👻
Munday game fellas let's get this rollin ⭐| Accepting
🌸 - What's your favorite character thus far in your oc group/story?
I have to say your Hax and @gin-n-chthonic 's H! I've been really vibing with them lately and shenanigans have been really fun 💜
👻 - Surprise me! Or gimme a light secret!!
At some point I'd like to introduce a new side muse or supplement muse here which is Temporan, to the blog. He's a mechanical guard snake that's roughly 200ft long and he guards Alexander's hoard.
He has hands in his top hat that has two flint lock pistols and he runs off of HZD logic meaning he can eat folks because he's powered by biofuel. And that's if he doesn't crush you or swish-cheese you first. I like to think that Alex stole him from some sort of steam-punk time period at some point in time.
I still gotta work out some stuff.
His name is a combination of Time-runner and Temporal, he has time powers but still deciding if want him to keep those or just have a time aesthetic for shits and giggles. I'm in no rush to get him up and running cuz I'm busy lol.Some old poopy art of him.
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Drowning
Fandom: HelluvaBoss
Pairing: StrikerxBlitz
Rating: M
Note: This was a request from Deviant art.
A thick mist hung over Envy’s Ocean making it more intolerable then normal what was worse Striker had found himself on a boat on that very ocean. Staring over the railing the pale imp’s tail held vast to it along with his hands, white knuckling those rails as he scowled at the murky waters below. Blitz came strolling out of the cabin of the boat still chewing on a sandwich he’d been eating, spotting Striker instantly making him chuckle. Walking along side his mate Blitz held out the last portion of the sandwich he was eating earning him a displeased lip curl from Striker who refused the food.
“Suit yourself,” Blitz shrugged promptly chowing down on the last bit of the sandwich.
“When is that fuckin’ barge arrivin’?” Striker groused.
“Soon, try to relax,” Blitz encouraged with a soft chuckle.
“Ugh, I hate this fuckin’ ring,” Striker continued to grouse.
“Well…we could…you know…go below deck,” Blitz suggested with an eyebrow wiggle that more then got his point across.
“Humph, normally I’d take Ya up on that offer, but I’m so tense out here I don’t think I could get it up even if I tried,” Striker huffed a laugh.
“Your loss then, once I get you home though we’re spending a solid eight hours together,” Blitz teased.
“Ha-ha, sounds good ta me,” Striker chuckled in turn finally relaxing a little.
A couple hours later cutting through the mist like a spoon through soup came the large red bottomed barge they’d been waiting for. In terms of jobs this was mediocre at best basically they’re job was to guard the vessels till the cargo was swapped from the barge to the little boat they were currently on. A combination of imps and sharks started working to get the cargo onto the smaller boat while Striker and Blitz stood nearby keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. The final cargo box was being loaded when a splash sounded from the right-hand side of the boat causing Striker and Blitz to look over the side just in time to watch a couple figures dive under the water. Cursing under his breath Blitz ran to the couple sharks loading the final crate while Striker pulled a pistol from his right hip holster, scanning the water for any signs of the figures they’d just watched dive under the water. The two sharks hauled the crate below deck with Blitz at their backs when a shower of water exploded with one of Envy’s fish-like demons cloaked within, skin black as night with iridescent purples shimmering in the dim light, it’s tendril on the top of its head ending in a small round bulb that glowed like the spotted patterns along it’s skin. Blitz didn’t hesitate in getting a shot off drawing Striker’s attention in that direction just as the fish-like demon fell back into the water with a new hole in his chest.
Striker smirked at Blitz being a show off only to yelp in surprise as a slimy tentacle wrapped itself around his throat, drawing Blitz’s attention just in time to watch the pale imp being pulled overboard. The two sharks ran back onto the barge while Blitz ran to the railing, staring over at the lashing waters below when Striker popped back up to the surface, struggling against the tentacle still wrapped around his throat. The barge started leaving and the boat captain looked like he was going to start leaving as well, but Blitz held up his flint Locke in warning.
“Don’t you fucking dare leave this spot,” Blitz snarled causing the captain imp to swallow hard with a small nod of understanding. Returning his gaze to the water Blitz was horrified to see that Striker was gone again, holstering his Flint Locke Blitz pulled a knife from his belt then dove over the side of the boat into the water. Once in the ocean Blitz spotted Striker being held by another Envy demon, this one had orange skin with yellow overlays and four tentacle arms on his muscular torso, yet his face was still fish-like. Striker was no longer struggling instead he’d gone limp in the demon’s tentacles causing panic to rise in Blitz’s veins as he swam over to the demon, taking a jab with the knife in his hand. The octopus demon lashed out managing to punch Blitz in the side causing him to exhale under the water, expelling most of the air he’d taken into dive. Working on limited time Blitz snatched the tentacle that hit him promptly stabbing into it with his knife causing the demon to scream in a muffled watery sound and finally release Striker from his grasp.
Blitz swam over to grab Striker then return to the surface as the octopus demon swam off having clearly had enough. Breaking the surface Blitz took a deep gasping inhale of breath then swam up to the boat where the captain imp tossed a rope ladder over the edge for him to climb up, slinging Striker over his shoulder to get up. Unceremoniously Blitz heaved Striker onto the deck’s surface with a wet plop, scurrying over top of his mate who wasn’t moving or breathing. Blitz yanked open Striker’s vest to start pumping his chest, breathing into his mouth with a chant of ‘come on’ under his breath the entire time. After what seemed like forever Striker inhaled sharply followed by a coughing fit that turned into gagging prompting Blitz to turn the pale imp on his side moments before Striker vomited up the nasty sea water, Blitz gently rubbing his mate’s back as he gasped for much needed air. Striker’s piercing yellow eyes blinked open taking a moment to focus on Blitz looming over him then the cold started setting in causing him to shiver. One of the crew members came onto the deck to help Blitz get Striker into the cabin where they provided a change of clothing for them both as well as some blankets, settling Striker beside the small pot belly stove. Striker was laid on the bench seat next to the stove still trying to clear the fog from his waterlogged mind, his lungs still burning slightly from having been exposed to so much sea water when Blitz came over to sit on the edge of the seat next to him. Blitz gently caressed his claws through Striker’s drying white hair in a soothing manner drawing the pale imp’s gaze towards his mate.
“Are you okay?” Blitz asked with a note of concern in his voice.
“I think so…my chest feels like it’s on fire though,” Striker answered, voice hoarse.
“Okay, I’m going to call the medical center the minute we make dock,” Blitz stated with a gentle smile.
“Hmm,” Striker hummed in somewhat acknowledgment, his eyes falling shut again from exhaustion.
Blitz kept to his word getting Striker to the medical center the moment they made dock where he was taken to an infirmary room. An hour after arriving Blitz was allowed to join Striker in his room, being an imp from Wrath, Striker wasn’t conducive to the cold leaving him severely chilled from the ocean waters and he was on oxygen when Blitz walked in to help ease his breathing till his lungs recovered. The doctor assured Blitz that even though Striker was in poor condition that he’d make a full recovery if given time and a little care much to the crimson imp’s relief. Less then a week later Striker returned to Imp City with Blitz, he was still a little uneasy on his feet but ultimately, he’d gotten back to his old self. Upon getting home Blitz made good on his promise from the boat as well much to Striker’s delight.
#HelluvaBoss#HelluvaBoss Striker#HelluvaBoss Blitz#Striker x Blitzo#Blitzer#Humor#Romance#Angst#Drama#Action#Adventure#HelluvaBoss Fanfiction#Fanfiction
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Hey son. tell me about your favorite historical thing!
oh man my FAVORITE??? its so hard to pick just one 😰
jk no its not its flintlock muskets.
the flintlock mechanism was pretty revolutionary around the 18th century (dont know specific dates, im just going off my memory) because they changed how guns function and made them much more efficient. essentially how they work is when you pull the trigger, there is a locking mechanism that triggers a little hammer to strike a flint that causes a spark which makes the bullet go. i can’t remember what the last kind of gun mechanism was but it was a similar lock mechanism that took longer to shoot and failed more often (flintlocks still failed frequently but you know take what you can get)
then there were really three categories of flintlock guns: muskets, rifles, and pistols. pistols are what you think, little hand guns that they’d use in duels or that military officers would carry. they’re pretty but not the best for combat
then there’s muskets vs rifles and BOY DO I HAVE SOME HOT TAKES ON THESE
so rifles in the 18th century were basically useless and i have a bone to pick with every 18th century rifleman. i just do not see how they had any benefit. they took super long to reload, they were very inaccurate, they’re much bigger and more inconvenient than muskets, and you can’t attach a bayonet to them so WHATS THE POINT
muskets on the other hand are just. just something else man. they can reload much faster than a rifle, they were great for 18th century warfare (army specifically) and you could attach a BAYONET TO MAKE IT A SHOOTY SWORD. 18th century rifles are literally shit compared to a musket and on top of that all the riflemen in the continental army were ASSHOLES
so yeah :) thank you for letting me rant about old guns even tho im pretty sure ive said these exact same things before GEJWBWJWH whenever people ask me about history i usually talk about weaponry bc i can cover a lot of ground quickly and it’s not super complicated. so yeah :) tysm <3333
#i feel like you need your own tag since you’ve adopted me#my tumblr mother 🪐#approval?#history#flintlock#guns#tw gun mention
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"Tall" Handsome Stranger
NicoMaki, Love Live, 2.7K, 1/1
Nishikino Maki returns to find more people at Hanayo's ranch than she expected.
"Tall" Handsome Stranger
Sheriff Sonoda Umi had very cleverly set up her office triangulated between the hotel and the largest saloon in town. This way when visitors checked their personal firearms it wasn’t too much of a trip for Umi to lock them up in the gunsafe. Maki did not carry a pistol. A rifle snugged into its case on her saddle, for protection out on the trails or in the woods. A new wanted poster caught Maki’s attention as she strolled through Otonokizaki Falls. This one barely looked a teenager. Maki grimaced. Always sad to see innocents turn to crime for survival. Good thing she’d found Dia and Ruby before someone less kind. The frontier was an inhospitable place for orphans and Maki had saved them from that when she’d found them in the wreckage of their burning wagon and took them home with her.
Right now, though, they were safe with Hanayo and Maki needed some adult conversation after a particularly difficult surgery. She tied the sprightly Scherzi to the post, striding through the doors of the Queen Of Cups.
“Maki!” The proprietor’s voice rose over a low roar, “Welcome back. Your usual?”
Maki nodded and sidled up to the bar to be greeted with a smile by proprietress Nozomi Tojo, who quickly hit a glass with a squirt of bitters followed by brandy, almond syrup, and lemon zest. “So what’s Hanayo cooking for you and your girls? Eli always makes me something special when I’ve been working late.” Nozomi leaned in with a leer.
“It’s not like that.”
“Not your type?”
“I don’t have a type.”
“Eli…” Eli Ayase was Nozomi’s partner and the local blacksmith, “said there was a big black horse up there she’d never seen before.”
“When?”
“This morning when she was riding out to work at the South Falls ranch.”
Maki frowned. Hanayo was very very shy, rarely having visitors, never any non locals. An unfamiliar horse was a worry.
Maki chugged the drink, tossing three dimes on the bar. “Thanks. Catch you next visit.”
“So I’m your type?” Nozomi flipped her bar towel.
Maki growled; Nozomi giggled.
“Still holding out for a tall, handsome stranger?”
Maki leaned into the bar. Though mildly worried about the strange horse at Hanayo’s, she was mightly overwrought at Nozomi’s constant pestering.
“Some of us aren’t waiting for anyone at all.” Maki’s amethyst eyes were narrowed and hard as flint. “So I would much appreciate your not making me find another place to drink.”
“Whatever you say, Doc.”
Maki waved an aggrieved goodbye.
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Hanayo couldn’t just curl up in her bed. First, a stranger with a bullet in their flank currently occupied it. And second, two children watched her every move with wide, curious eyes. And asked questions. Hanayo needed Maki to arrive soon.
“Can Nico have my soup?” Ruby asked.
After finding Nico in the barn and the struggle to get her into the house, both Nico and Hanayo had collapsed. Hanayo’s brief nap in the rocking chair had given her a boost. Once Nico hit an actual bed, she’d slipped into a deep deep sleep, not even disturbed by Dia poking her or Ruby asking questions. Hanayo hoped it was exhaustion and not the last stages of sepsis. Nico’s wound looked a deep deep red. Even deep in sleep, Nico flinched at the slightest pressure on it. Hanayo had done a quick cleaning, but had no way to deal with the bullet. She’d just layered cloth over the wound, leaving Nico lying on her back.
Hanayo hugged Ruby. The girls were so caring. “No, Ruby. Nico needs to sleep more than she needs to eat.” Hanayo wondered how many days ride Nico had had. Her horse had shown signs of hard wear. She’d have to call the blacksmith in to look at him.
“MAMA!” Dia’s excited call brought Hanayo’s attention to Maki, walking through the door, carrying her doctor’s bag, hat pushed back, eyes tired. She smiled when Dia hugged her leg.
“Hi, Dia!”
“Mama, you have to come and fix Nico.”
Dia switched from Maki’s leg to pulling with both hands on her arm.
“Nico?” She glanced to Hanayo.
“The girls found someone hiding in my barn. She’s been shot.”
Maki processed that. Girls. Wandering. Finding someone who’d been involved in a shooting. And who might have people chasing them.
“You let them…”
Hanayo raised both hands, “They always go for a walk after breakfast while I wash up. I can usually see them from the kitchen window.”
“And when you didn’t?”
“I was about to get Juniper and go look for them when Ruby came running in.”
“Where is Juniper?”
“Out with the sheep.”
Juniper was a working sheep guard dog, not her daughters’ bodyguard. Maki grunted at Hanayo.
“I am so sorry, Maki…I didn’t know anyone had…”
Maki raised a hand, pulling Ruby close when Ruby came in for her hug, “Everybody’s fine.”
“Nico’s not fine, Mama.” Ruby whispered, “She won’t wake up.”
Maki sighed. Patient first. Then figure out if there was actual danger for the girls.
“I had to leave the bullet in.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Yes. Leave the bullet in, drain the wound, let the new skin grow. Lead won’t kill her; infection might.”
“Her side’s really red.”
“Did you clean it?”
“I didn’t want to be too rough.”
“Wait a minute, Dia.” Maki stopped letting Dia steer her. “Hanayo, make me coffee and bring me boiling water.”
“Okay, Maki.” Hanayo headed for the kitchen.
“Fast.” Maki could feel the headache starting. Fortunately, there hadn’t been that much punch in the brandy she’d drunk at the Queen Of Cups. Her head was clear.
Lying on her back in Hanayo’s bed was a pale, tiny woman, all sharp angles and fragile beauty. Her hair was long, lush, and sable, straying all over the pillow. Her lips twisted as she breathed, maybe muttering, maybe just nonsense syllables of pain.
“Her name is Nico?” Maki asked.
Ruby nodded.
“That’s what she told us.” Dia said.
“Did she tell you anything else?”
“We had to keep her a secret.”
“We might not be able to do that.”
“Mama, we promised.” Ruby’s eyes were wide.
“And you told us never to go back on our word.” Dia was right behind Ruby.
Maki had. But Maki hadn’t promised. And although this woman seemed older than the teenager Maki had seen on the latest Wanted poster, the resemblance was enough to give her many new concerns.
“First thing, we have to get your new friend’s wound cleaned out and disinfected.”
Ruby and Dia exchanged a look.
“Mama always knows what to do.”
“I can assist you.” Dia opened Maki’s bag.
“You can. Find some gauze. Or see if Hanayo has some plain, CLEAN, cotton cloth she doesn’t need.”
“What can I do, Mama?”
Maki glanced back to the woman in Hanayo’s bed, noticing the thinness and the evident fatigue, picking up a sudden feeling of loneliness seeing her so stark, tiny against the plain sheets. “You hold her hand, Ruby. She seems like she needs to know there’s someone on her side.”
“All right, Mama.”
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Pain. A blast of pain and heat. Nico’s hand squeezed something small and warm and there was a high pitched squeal. Nico immediately released the…hand? She opened one eye to see Ruby, both hands over her mouth, bright green eyes wide. Then the blast of pain again and Nico turned to see another redhead, a grown up redhead, linen shirt plastered to her skin, sleeves rolled up, packing Nico’s wound loosely. The stench of carbolic acid made Nico gag.
“Hey!” Nico swatted weakly at the redhead, who pushed back to give her a long look. The eyes were gemstone colored and just as hard.
Nico felt a soft touch on her hand, turning to where Ruby was propped next to her pillow. “It’s okay, Nico, Mama’s gonna fix you.”
“I’ll make sure she does it right.” Dia handed Maki a dry cloth.
Nico forced herself to sit up. “I know it’s not that bad.”
“For a bullet lodged in you, lower abdomen is one of the better places.”
“Nico knows that.”
Maki frowned, “But there is still a bullet lodged in you. And an infection started. I think I can get the bullet out, but then we’ll have to let the wound drain.”
“Can’t you just stitch me up?”
“I would be stitching the infection in.” The doctor went back to work, “Quick way to waste my time. And your life.”
Brusque manner, quick, gentle hands, angry, clenched jaw.
“You’re hurting Nico.”
Maki sighed, “This is the best way. And I’m a trained doctor, a graduate of the Woman's Medical College of Pennsylvania.” Maki met Nico’s glare, her voice even, “It’s not my first bullet wound.”
“Pigii!!!” Ruby had turned away, her face in the pillow.
“Maybe this isn’t the best place for your little girl, Doc.” Nico patted Ruby’s back, “Don’t be scared, Ruby. Your Mama’s taking good care of Nico.”
“Here’s your coffee and water, Maki.” Hanayo put a large tray on the cedar chest.
“Can you take Dia and Ruby and feed them supper?” Maki asked, her tone mild.
“Of course.” C’mon girls. You need to eat. You must be starving.” Hanayo picked up Ruby, but Dia refused to leave Maki’s side.
“Go on, Dia. I’ll be there soon.” Maki smiled.
“Listen to your Mama, Dia. Nico will be fine.” Nico managed to not tremble at the surge of pain, keeping a grin for Dia.
Dia considered, then nodded, and followed Hanayo.
Nico let out a long breath, fists clenched. “Now Doc, make Nico fine.”
“It’s Maki. Or Doctor Nishikino. Do you want something to bite into?”
Nico glanced to where the girls had gone. “Yeah.”
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Maki had her bedroll unrolled in Hanayo’s main room, ready to tuck Ruby and Dia in for the night.
“Time to get some sleep, girls.”
“I want to see Nico.” Dia pouted.
“Nico needs to sleep too.” Maki pulled quilts up around Ruby, guiding Dia under the same pile. “Don’t worry, Hanayo and I will watch over her.”
Maki had moved the rocking chair into Hanayo’s bedroom, between the bed and the window. Hanayo came in from the bathroom, changed into a nightshirt. Maki was still in her trousers and untucked shirt. She was taking this first shift.
“There’s some more coffee I left on the nightstand.”
“Thanks. Glad to have something to keep me company.”
Hanayo settled into her own bedroll.
There was a sudden sound from the bedroom, as if something had hit the floor.
“Mama?” Dia, worried.
Maki was already on her feet, anger pulsing energy to push out any sleepiness. If Nico had gotten out of bed, after Maki…
Maki stepped into the room, surprised at the sight of a ginger haired woman half sprawled between dresser and floor, not having successfully climbed in the window.
“Don’t move.” Maki reached for the rifle she’d left next to the door.
“Don’t shoot, please don’t shoot.” Both hands rose in the air, “I’m sorry. I was just going to be in and gone, after I checked on Nico. I swear. Just let me go. You never saw me.”
“You know Nico? How did you find her? Did you shoot her?”
“I saved her…or stopped Erena from shooting her again.”
“So you’re one of the A-RIse gang.”
The ginger shuffled her feet, “Not exactly. Saving Nico would get me shot if I went back. Tsubasa’s not nice.”
“Tsubasa?”
“Tsubasa Kira, the boss.”
“Who are you?”
“Rin Hoshizora. I’m actually…” Rin moved her hand.
Maki snapped the rifle up, ready to do damage.
“Just wait, please. I’m a Federal Marshall.” And Rin pulled out a badge. “Undercover.”
“So you’re here to arrest Nico?” Maki wasn’t sure if she wanted to explain that to Ruby or Dia. And she was positive Nico shouldn’t be moved.
“Nico’s harmless. Retired from being the number one bandit. Three days ago.” Nico croaked from the bed.
Rin giggled, “Smart move.”
Maki moved closer to Nico, pouring her a glass of water with the hand that wasn’t holding the rifle, “Drink more.”
“Yes, Doc.” Nico quirked an eyebrow at Rin, “She’s a tyrant. Pretty though.”
“Maki, what’s happening?” Hanayo crept into the doorway, her voice soft.
“We have another visitor. A Federal Marshal.”
“Ooohh, that’s so brave.”
“Breaking and entering is not brave.”
“I just wanted to check on Nico, then report in.”
“Nico’s better. Thanks!”
Rin nodded.
Maki was full of practical questions, “Report in where?”
“Got any food or coffee.” Rin was standing now, “It’s been a long run.”
“You didn’t ride a horse.” Hanayo’s eyes were wide.
Rin ruffled her hair, “Hard to hide a horse. Or track from the back of one.”
“I’ll make you pancakes.”
“Nico likes pancakes.”
“All right,” Hanayo smiled, “Pancakes all around.”
“Put the rifle down, Doc. Rin’s not gonna hurt anybody. She saved my life.” Nico urged.
Rin followed Hanayo out of the room as Maki slid into the chair. Exhaustion was never a good constant companion.
“Girls okay?” Nico asked.
“They’re fine.”
“Got a husband?”
“They’re orphans.”
“That’s tough.”
“Yeah.”
“Frontier life is rough enough on kids.”
Maki stared at Nico for a long minute.
“Seems pretty rough on you too.”
“Nico’s got kids running around too, well, before I joined….”
“Really?” Did bandits have families? Would it be safe?
“Siblings. Nico’s Papa died and Mama needed help so Nico took the first job offer.”
“Bandit?”
“Actually, Nico was cooking for A-Rise, but moved up pretty quick.”
Maki rolled her eyes. This wasn’t a job interview. Maki didn’t need a bandit or a cook.
Nico moved and groaned, “Nico will be back to cooking breakfast soon.”
“Sheriff Sonoda has your Wanted poster up.” Maki raised an eyebrow, “You looked like a kid.”
“Tsubasa wants to blame Nico for everything, have everyone chasing her while…”
“What?”
Nico shook her head, “It’s better you don’t know.”
“Sheriff Sonoda will probably be up here tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t come back to town with Ruby and Dia. She pays attention.”
Nico exhaled, “It’s good that you have someone looking out for you. The frontier’s no place for a single parent.”
“I can take care of us.” Maki leaned back, letting the chair rock. It was surprisingly easy to talk to Nico.
“Friends don’t hurt.”
“Do you have friends?”
Nico thought about Rin coming through the window, concern on her face, “Might now. But Nico’s always had family. We take care of each other. Nobody hurts them on my watch.”
Nico sounded so fierce.
“I want that for Ruby and Dia.”
Rin bustled back into the room, a plate in each hand. She gave one to Nico, then settled on the end of the bed, finishing hers, “These are the best pancakes, Nico-chan.”
Nico took a bite, “Pretty good, but Nico makes ‘em fluffy.”
“But your buckwheat’s grainer.”
“It’s healthy.”
“Rin likes these.” Rin shoved a huge forkful in her cheek.
“Guess I’ll have to get my own plate,” Maki had her arms ready to push up.
“Nah, Kayo-chin is bringing yours in a minute. She said you’d want bacon.”
“Kayo-chin?” Nico asked.
“Cute nickname for a cute girl. Japanese is fun. English is...” Rin shrugged.
“Next you’ll be calling the Doc here Sensei.”
“Hi Sensei.” Rin waved a fork.
“Just Maki.”
“Okay, Maki. Your friend Kayo-chin is cute. This is a pretty big ranch. She have a…partner?”
“No.”
Rin relaxed, Nico nodded and took another forkful. Maki yawned. Why do people continually obsess over those kind of details?
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Dawn. Maki woke up. She’d fallen asleep in the rocking chair at some point in Rin and Nico’s continuing pancake dissertation. The ginger marshal had fallen asleep at the end of the bed, curled into a ball like a pet cat. Nico was sprawled out, limbs everywhere, almost laughably silly looking. But more relaxed. Sleep had done Nico some good. She had more color. Maki found herself staring at the sharpness of Nico’s profile, remembering the humor in eyes that hid more painful emotions.
Maki tilted back in the chair, running a hand through unruly curls, watching the sky outside lighten, listening to Nico’s light snore, hearing Ruby make a little cry in her sleep, followed by Dia’s comforting whisper. Maki wasn’t home, but as she stretched out her legs and watched banks of clouds turn as red as the depths of Nico’s eyes, comfortable was an easy enough term to claim.
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Alright setting for my ttrpg
Light magicpunk: flint lock pistols that cast spells, muskets that cast different ones, spells that can create wind to power boats, land ships and air ships, maybe trains. These have all been very recent inventions
Anthropomorphic: everyone is animal people, but no apes as they all died out ages ago after forming a massive empire, declaring war on the sea and loosing
With a political landscape similar to the European theatre maybe 20 years before ww1
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Lysandre has one(1) gun.
It is a hand made double barrel flint lock pistol with golden filigree over the barrel. It appears to be an antique, although is very useable and well kept. He has never had to use it publicly, but he does always have it on him, hidden, but there.
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Prison Life for Me
Yancy x reader
Summary: You find yourself locked in prison after robbing a museum with your dear friend Mark. What will you do now?
"I can't believe you!" Mark says, angrily.
"You can't believe me? It was your idea to rob the museum! All for a stupid box!" You retaliate.
"You're the one that chose the helicopter! When you didn't know how to fly it!"
"You're the one who gave me that option. Without telling me you didn't know how to fly it." Before Mark can say anything, the guard calls his name.
"One Mr. Mark I Plier."
"Actually it's Iplier actually and I'm innocent-"
"And one your-"
"Welcome, Welcome, Welcome!" A unknown voice boomed though the room. You turned to see a tall, bald man walking towards you.
"So nice you y'all to join us at Happy Trials Penitentiary!" He walks towards where the guard is with a bright smile.
"Y'all seem a bit nervous, there's no need to be. In this place we believe in rehabilitation over punishment. I think you'll like it here." You and Mark share a glance when he finishes his ramble.
"Let's speed things up shall we?"
"Yes, Mr. Murder-Slaughter." The guard starts to look though Mark's bag that they confiscated.
"We have one wallet, one non-brand phone, a stick of gum, and some string. One 16th century flint lock pistol, likely used by pirates for boarding actions." You look at Mark with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't ask."
"One map, that appears to be drawn out in crayon. And uh, a weird looking box." The guard finishes. Mr. Murder-Slughter turn quickly to see what the guard is talking about.
"Well, what do we have here?" He takes the box in his hands. "I think I'm gonna keep hold if this."
"But, but, the thing is we kinda-" Mark begins but is quickly turned down.
"You two enjoy your stay." He leaves.
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"Great, now we are stuck in prison without the box and no way out." Mark groans. "I still blame it on you!" You shove him.
"Sure, act as if you are all innocent." You say in a teasing manner.
"But we've been though worse." He nods. "I think."
"I bet you, if we tried hard enough, we could find a way to break out."
*que Yancy*
(He does his little Yancy Dance)
"So, youse still wanna break out?" Before you can respond, Mark grabs onto you.
"Obviously, no little song can convince me and my friend that this prison is some sort of heaven." You notice him stiffen and you stand in front of Mark so nothing happens. We don't want Mark to get hurt. (Or do we??)
"Actually, Mark, I think it would be better to just stay and not break out. Because knowing you, it wouldn't work out and then we'd get stuck here longer." Mark sighed and pulled you away from the rest of them.
"Listen, I know I almost never trust your decisions but seriously? You'd rather wait it out instead of trying to get back out there? Think of all the stuff we could do!" You sighed.
"Mark, if you want you can try to break out all by yourself, because I'm gonna try not to get myself stuck in here longer then I have to."
And that's how you and Mark found yourself part of the Happy Trails Penitentiary family! You more so. Mark just has that face that you kinda can't trust ya know🤷♂️
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Manstopper travel pistol.
A 12 gauge flint-lock muzzleloading single shot hand cannon.
And, just in case you were wondering what kind of crazy bastard would come up with such a thing, see proof mark on barrel. 🍀🇮🇪🥃
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The Antiquarians … aged 10
There used to be an antique shop on Bolton Street, Bury; left hand side as you head towards town centre. You’d pass the ‘Over Sixty Club’ and the Napier pub - it was somewhere around there, just before the snooker rooms. I was once there with my best pal - a Saturday afternoon - both of us ten-years-old - peering through the dirty window at the fascinating objects for sale.
Everything was piled in without any intention of creating a display; the proprietor just heaped the items wherever there was a gap. We jumped up at down, pointing, gasping with excitement at the wonderful things. Ancient weapons sprawled like dead fish, long barrelled rifles, Jacobean flint-lock blunderbusses, aristocratic duelling pistols in wooden boxes, bayonets and pikes, oily looking revolvers, sabres with engraved blades, dented bugles on tasseled ropes, truncheons, a three cornered French hat, threadbare regimental flags, a ladies Derringer single shot pistol with mother-of-pearl grips, a gentleman’s walking stick with a brass slit concealing a spring loaded blade - all in one glorious, mad tangle, with a gloomy background (the lighting was so dim you couldn’t tell if the shop was open or closed) of military uniforms sagging on hangers, top hats, belts and cumberbunds, decanters with cracked glass stoppers, chipped cruets, pocket watches and chains, copper bed warmers, ancient chairs with powdery upholstery spilling out, massive wardrobes with mirrored doors, stone bottles and a terrifying collection of surgical instruments.
On that occasion we cranked up sufficient courage to enter the shop.
Tinkling door bell: proprietor appears.
‘What do you want?’
‘Can we look round?’
‘No’.
‘How much is that .45 pistol in the window?’
‘Hop it’.
‘I’ve got money’.
‘Get out, now.’
And that was it. We stood outside for a while and then mooched up towards the town centre. We went into the tiny temperance bar and bought 3d of peppermint snuff and pushed it up our noses - laughing and sneezing all the way to the Regal cinema.
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Meet Captain Ianolee "Ian" LaHue
This is a piece I did for myself as token art for the game I'm playing in. Ian is a half elf artificer pirate that is the smartest captain in the Underdark. Yeah, it's a bit complicated.
He's got the standard artificer flint-lock pistol/arcane firearm in which he is able to shoot anything from webs, healing darts, grow big juice, or even a ghost-busters like proton lasso to pull his quarry out of position. With his repulsive shield and a shield handy, I have come to learn that Ian may have the highest AC in the game as no one else is using a shield or heavy armor. I haven't let the GM know this yet and have been teasing him by pulling mobs to within melee range trying to bait an attack - but the party's damage dealers keep nuking everything too quick proving that the best defense is a great offense.
Also, fun fact, artificers do not have proficiency with swords. At the time of making this, Ian was holding onto a +2 short sword he had named "Death Rattle" but after making himself look foolish in combat with it, he quickly pawned it off!
Wish him luck on his adventures to escape the Underdark.
Find more of my stuff here: https://www.patreon.com/DragonDropGaming
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