#execuion

[scotianostra]

On 9th April 1747 Simon Fraser, Lord Lovat, the leading Scottish Jacobite rebel was beheaded on Tower Green, London.

Lovat has the unwanted notoriety of being the last man to be publicly beheaded at the Tower of London, our outlander fans will recall him as "The Fox"

Simon ‘The Fox’, 11th Lord Lovat and chief of Clan Fraser, was the Jacobite rogue everyone loved to hate. From his teenage years until his death by execution aged 80, he had been involved in every imaginable intrigue, both personally and politically.

He changed sides between King James and King William so often that it’s not certainly known whose side he was really on – if anyone’s. He wrote two autobiographies in his own lifetime which serve simply to muddy the waters further.

He was outlawed twice for acts of treason and spent much of his days pursued and accused of the rape and forced marriage of the previous Fraser chief’s widow to cement his own claim to the title. But despite a great deal of legal action over the case, she refused to testify against him. It’s one of the few crimes he regularly denied having committed.

The Fox had a different side: among poor Scots he was known and loved for constant acts of charity, he demonstrated an active concern for the wellbeing of his family and clan, and loved quoting Latin and Greek literature in any situation.

He eventually supported the Jacobite cause during the 45 after Charlie promised him a Dukedom.

The Fox was slippery to the end, he was summoned to Inverness by the Government and put under house arrest before the Battle of Culloden but made his escape through a "secret passage" that all these old houses supposedly had! A loyal servant then rowed him down Loch Ness to Gorthleck House, high on a hill overlooking the loch.

His half brother Master of Lovat, lead those loyal to Lovat to Culloden but it is broadly believed the battle was over by the time he approached the moor. Lovat later claimed this was against his wishes.

Clan Fraser, led by Charles of Inverallochy, suffered heavy losses during battle with 300 clansmen on the front of Jacobite lines.

Lovat met Charles Stuart after the defeat on Drumossie moor at Gorthleck House where it is said they conversed in French and drank wine. After the Prince made his escape, the Fox decided maybe he should also make his and was once again rowed across Loch Ness towards Castle Dounie seeing it in flames having already been looted by those supporting the Hanoverians.

Lovat was an old man and by this time riddled with arthritis and suffering from gout had to be carried around by his servants, even so he still managed to have a conference with other Jacobites near Loch Arkaig deciding they should raise a body of three thousand men and play cat and mouse with Cumberland's troops while he himself was going to escape to France.

He was captured on the shores of Loch Morar and sent south to London where his fate was sealed at a seven day trial in March 1647, six of which was the prosecution case, the final day being him stating his own case, the verdict was always going to be guilty and he was sentenced as all traitors were, to death by hanging, drawing and quartering, the King commuted this to "just" beheading.

Executions were a popular attraction back in the day and thousands gathered on Tower Hill, Lovat was said to be in "good spirits" in the days leading up to it, described as having a "good sense of humour" it amused him when a stand built for spectators to see him losing his head collapsed leaving many injured and 9 dead.

Among his last words was a line of Horace: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. (It is sweet and seemly to die for one’s country). He died, in his own eyes, as a Scottish patriot.

On to his burial, another controversial subject, the Government ordered his body be laid to rest in the Chapel within the Tower of London, St. Peter ad Vincula. For days his body was on display for 9 days it could be viewed for one penny until the authorities put a stop to it as ‘unseemly’. During this time it is claimed it was switched and his family took it north to The Wardlaw Mausoleum.

Many Outlanders have visited The Mausoleum, Diana Gabbiadini herself has been at least twice, the coffin said to be his had a bronze nameplate, now separated reading in Latin,

“In this coffin are laid the remains of Simon Lord Fraser of Lovat who, after twenty years in His own Land and abroad with the greatest distinction and renown, at the risk of his own life, restored and preserved his race, clan and household from the tyranny of the Athol and the treacherous plotting of the Mackenzies of Tarbat. To preserve an ancient house is not the greatest credit. Nor is there any honour for the enemy who despoiled it. Although that enemy was strong in his plotting and unrelenting warfare, yet Simon who was also skillful and cunning defeated him in war." it bears the Lovat coat of arms underneath.

In 2018 tests concluded that the remains found in the lead casket at Wardlaw Mausoleum, were actually those of a young woman, not the "Old Fox"

[legionmaster001]

Bonus

Before proceding I must clarify that no character or image depicted in this post belongs to me, and the following story is just a gift for @bl00dalchemist​, the most beutiful bastard on this site.

“In 1183 a battle was taking place in the holy lands. A lone man standed was sitted on a dark room, acompannied only by a stack of roman medical books, a execuioner sword of ridicolous size still dretched in blood and three knights bleeding to death, arms and legs cutted off in clean cuts. Everything in the room was red, except the dissapointed man, whose gray skin was intact. His withe hair and golden earrinigs shined mildly with the few sun rays that penetrated the cloth over the windows

His second on command aproached him, not before kicking the door open, for the further discomfort of his master.

—My Sir, Kinto! We need to run, the knights of the false God are gaining terrain!  —Said Jhonnathan, the second on command and a seasoned warrior that, like all the members of the cult, defected from the Holy Order of Knights of the Hospital, formed by monks and doctors.

—I...I know, Jhon  —Answered Kinto, pointing at the knights— but I feel we are going to get this one.

Jhonnathan looked at his master, surprised by the optimism of the one that proposed caution and evaded conflict in every opportunity. Kinto hastly took his sword, bearing it like it was a armingsword. The chaos, the pain, the greed, all was feeding his confidence as much as his power, and his loyal cult only amplified it all. Vigorous unlike ever before he stepped out of the small room and with his hands made an exit. Following his steps was Jhonnathan.

—We can’t run, we can’t surrender...why not enjoy while we can!  —Said Kinto, quickly transforming into a beast like no other, 

From his head surged horns of grand lenght and beutiful curve, from his back sprouted a tail with a tip as sharp and hard as a spear, theet and fangs grew with evil intent and his face deformated to resemble Satan’s, with traces of goat, man and moster in equal proportions. Eyes shined as the flame that from his head arose, taking the form of a crown of blinding light. For thr first time Kinto feared nothing, and like all his brothers he was the fuel of nightmares and the terror who should lurk in the nights of his foes for generations to come.

Jhonnathan looked at his master, maravillated. A gruesome smile formed in his sewed face. He followed through the battle, accompanying Kinto in his rampage. Men lost their heads, their corpses were used as flails whose chains where guts and the cracking sound of bones reduced to dust under the hoofs of a demon.

They came across with the leader of the Order, who stumbled at the sight of the demon, that encorved was had the height of two men. In that moment, with a maniac smile in his satire of a face, Kinto straigthened up, with cracking sounds coming from his spine.

—Oh, the poor thing fell down. He must have an infection on his leg —Knights fought under the shadow of the demon as he speaked, indiferent at their blows and arrows— but worry not! I have the solution!

A scream penetrated the entire battlefield as the leader of the Knight army died, taking first one single blow from Kinto’s sword, wich split the man in two. A leech the size of a child Kinto regurgitated, started to suck away the last forces from the rest of the once greatest Knigth of an army and a man of God like no other.

—You had too much blood! Exsangination should cure the disease of life from you! —Screamed Kinto laughing as his foes ran and the small town was burned to the ground.

The last one of them, fallen and at the brink of death saw what was going to be his last sighn of God’s creation: A man, mounting a horse of famine and pain, a demon surrounded by his followers and flames, the hell itself on earth, and with all the eyes fixated on him, he gave his last breath”.

And this is it, my last contribution to this wonderful character. Based in the feelings and ideas that evoqued on me thank to this piece of wonderful art and my love for him.

[sweetkakashihatake47]

Kakashi with the execuioner blade! 🥰

[hole-of-shitposting]

Spoilers

[clatteriing]

Sober six months,   my lover keeps a bottle of  bourbon   in the liquor cabinet to remind him  of what he can   no longer  have,    no   longer swallow.         Between              his comforter―��musky    sheets――he keeps   the   same:       sleep,       the unsteady raft of my breathing, my cock,   gone soft as a wet  sleeve in his    dormant   hand.   Last    year, drunk,   he mistook my throat  for coal,   constricted    both    fists―― knuckle s   tight    as   execuioner’s knots――until     what he held was more   beautiful  than     diamond: blood-drop pearls,       bouquet of blue  veins,  purpled  necklace   of fingerprints.  Once, in Abilene, he lifted  a  longhorn’s   skull  from  a patch   of   poison   ivy,    held   its crown,   its   crescent   horns   to  a spindrift of  stars, and  showed me   how, like every animal,  the moon lies down sideways to die.

Abstain by Brandon Courtney

[castelleve]

@fyramids​ asked: 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙸𝚃 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳? 𝙷𝙰𝙷𝙰 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙴𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷

Castelleve - she hadn’t heard that name in a long time. The question now, however, was why, after all these years, was it coming up again? 

She paused, jewel in one hand, cleaning cloth in the other. A jewel she had recently had... delivered, was that where the voice was coming from/ She couldn’t tell. 

It stung, hearing those words. Many of the adhocs, the Castelleves that had survived the execuion at Halbirn, were children that she practically had to raise herself. And, to her knowledge... they were all dead now. 

“...What? Show yourself, coward.”

[sg-omegasky-shattered-knight]

Omegasky chuckled when he called her an Execuioner. “Yes I have thought about it but I think they couldn’t take in a Rogue Autobot but I will give it a try, no harm in trying am I right Wave?”

sg-omegasky-shattered-knight​:

Omegasky couldn’t help but grin, the other could even her it in her voice she was grinning. “Well my dear Decepticons friend, i… well under orders to sent them to jail but you know how we Autobots are not going down with out a fight”

     “Ah, an executioner.” He mused. “Have you ever considered working for the DJD in the topsy-turvy world? I hear their methods of punishment are very…similar to your own.”

[isabelringing]

I don’t remember my dreams

So I only have like the tiniest inlking of what went on in them once I wake up. WHICH SUCKS because many of my dreams are interesting and contain surprisingly wel-developed plots (as far as I can remember).

Last night I had a dream about, well, I wouldn’t call it communism because that’s not how I thought of it when I was dreaming, but basically that was the main idea...I think. I do know that I saw this extremely disturbing video recently, which probably filtered into my thoughts.

So basically (this is going to be ultra-vague) there was some kind of criteria that merited capture and execuion by the government. So we were all walking on the sidewalk at night, staring at the ground and trying to be inconspicious so as to not draw attention to any of the indesireable traits we might have (???) and then it became one of the girls in our group was going to be pursued, so we did our best to hide her by mobbing around her, but she didn’t get the point and started trying to get back into the single-file line and it was stressful, yo.

Then she had the idea to pretend to be boys and go to the all-boys dorm of the college that happened to be right across the street (dream power!). I put on my hood and tucked my hair in so it looked like I had curly bangs (think depressed male stereotype). I tried my best to emulate a “boy” persona; I walked ‘like a boy’, I kept an emotionless, if not angry, expression, I talked with a deep voice, and I even rememeber sticking my hands in the front pockets of my hoodie so I could hide any *ahem* female shape. 

Whereas I was doing my best to fit in as a boy, my in-danger friend strode through the halls with a skin-tight tshirt and seemingly no effort to hide that she was a girl. I doubt it had always been this way in the dream, because she pulled up her hood and formed her disguise just like I did

There’s where the memories stop. I think there was more to the story but this is actually quite impressive in comparison to my normal dream retention. I really envy anyone who can vividly remember their nightly journeys into fantasy.

[deep-state]

Description: The Marble Framework is designed to allow for flexible and easy-to-use obfuscation when developing tools. When signaturing tools, string obfuscation algorithms (especially those that are unique) are often used to link malware to a specific developer or development shop. This framework is intended to help us (AED) to improve upon our current process for string/data obfuscation in our tools. The framework utilizes pre and post-build execution steps to apply obfuscation to the tool. If the tool breaks the build, the post build will always be able to repair it. The pre-build execuion step will store clean copies of the code before making modifications. The post build execution step restores the files to a clean-copy state. The framework allows for obfuscation to be chosen randomly from a pool of techniques. These techniques can be filtered based upon the project needs. If desired, a user may also, select a specific technique to use for obfuscation. A receipt file is generated on run (and replaces any previous receipts). The receipt file identifes the algorithm used as well as all of the strings/data that was obfuscated. The post-build step will also double check to make sure none of the obfuscated data appears in the binary.

[trashmenace]

The Execuioner 308: Into the Fire

Paperback from Amazon

[legionmaster001]

Bonus

Before proceding I must clarify that no character or image depicted in this post belongs to me, and the following story is just a gift for @bl00dalchemist​, the most beutiful bastard on this site.

“In 1183 a battle was taking place in the holy lands. A lone man was sit on a dark room, acompannied only by a stack of roman medical books, a execuioner sword of ridicolous size still dretched in blood and three knights bleeding to death, arms and legs cutted off in clean cuts. Everything in the room was red, except the dissapointed man, whose gray skin was intact. His withe hair and golden earrinigs shined mildly with the few sun rays that penetrated the cloth over the windows

His second on command aproached him, not before kicking the door open, for the further discomfort of his master.

—My Sir, Kinto! We need to run, the knights of the false God are gaining terrain!  —Said Jhonnathan, the second on command and a seasoned warrior that, like all the members of the cult, defected from the Holy Order of Knights of the Hospital, formed by monks and doctors.

—I...I know, Jhon  —Answered Kinto, pointing at the knights— but I feel we are going to get this one.

Jhonnathan looked at his master, surprised by the optimism of the one that proposed caution and evaded conflict in every opportunity. Kinto hastly took his sword, bearing it like it was a armingsword. The chaos, the pain, the greed, all was feeding his confidence as much as his power, and his loyal cult only amplified it all. Vigorous unlike ever before he stepped out of the small room and with his hands made an exit. Following his steps was Jhonnathan.

—We can’t run, we can’t surrender...why not enjoy while we can!  —Said Kinto, quickly transforming into a beast like no other, 

From his head surged horns of grand lenght and beutiful curve, from his back sprouted a tail with a tip as sharp and hard as a spear, theet and fangs grew with evil intent and his face deformated to resemble Satan’s, with traces of goat, man and moster in equal proportions. Eyes shined as the flame that from his head arose, taking the form of a crown of blinding light. For thr first time Kinto feared nothing, and like all his brothers he was the fuel of nightmares and the terror who should lurk in the nights of his foes for generations to come.

Jhonnathan looked at his master, maravillated. A gruesome smile formed in his sewed face. He followed through the battle, accompanying Kinto in his rampage. Men lost their heads, their corpses were used as flails whose chains where guts and the cracking sound of bones reduced to dust under the hoofs of a demon.

They came across with the leader of the Order, who stumbled at the sight of the demon, that encorved was had the height of two men. In that moment, with a maniac smile in his satire of a face, Kinto straigthened up, with cracking sounds coming from his spine.

—Oh, the poor thing fell down. He must have an infection on his leg —Knights fought under the shadow of the demon as he speaked, indiferent at their blows and arrows— but worry not! I have the solution!

A scream penetrated the entire battlefield as the leader of the Knight army died, taking first one single blow from Kinto’s sword, wich split the man in two. A leech the size of a child Kinto regurgitated, started to suck away the last forces from the rest of the once greatest Knigth of an army and a man of God like no other.

—You had too much blood! Exsangination should cure the disease of life from you! —Screamed Kinto laughing as his foes ran and the small town was burned to the ground.

The last one of them, fallen and at the brink of death saw what was going to be his last sighn of God’s creation: A man, mounting a horse of famine and pain, a demon surrounded by his followers and flames, the hell itself on earth, and with all the eyes fixated on him, he gave his last breath”.

And this is it, my last contribution to this wonderful character. Based in the feelings and ideas that evoqued on me thank to this piece of wonderful art and my love for him.