#bastien

[magnolia-sunrise]

in the vastness of you i drown

[mukuuji]

I'm preparing for this year's Artfight❤️‍🔥 I'm looking forward to your attack!

[mentemori]

Finally got around to drawing Bastien’s Zulo! Credit goes to @malicious-metal for much of the design! They sketched up some stuff for me and I just finished it — so go check them out!

[virulenceart]

Lineup of our resident Good Guys (TM), none of whom are bad, none at all. Handles are the folks on Twitter who own the characters, the ones without those are mine. I like dramatic size differences when I design furry characters because then the big beasties feel like big beasties.

[plavigmaz]

Birthday present I did for @mukuuji some days ago!! 🎉🎉 Featuring their OCs Brett and Bastien from their TES Oblivion comics. I am such a big fan 🥺💙

[xienlin]

Aknk fans on Feb 14 with their butlers

First floor

Second floor

Basement

I'll be adding the villa butlers don't worry!

[nordleuchten]

The time La Fayette though his son had died during their American Tour

Now, timewise, this post should come later as La Fayette’s Tour in 1825 progressed further. But this story is both too sweet and also too heartbreaking – because the Tour of 1824/25 was supposed to be an absolute highlight in La Fayette’s life, and for the most part it was. But there were a few hours after a naval accident where La Fayette believed, or at least very much feared, his son had just drowned.

To set the scene, we have the 6th of May 1825 and La Fayette, his entourage and several others have just boarded the steamship Artisan in Nashville to traverse a part of the Ohio river. In the night from the 7th to the 9th, around midnight, the Artisan collided with something in the water. Some passengers at first believed they had simply run aground a sand bank and that there was no reason to worry, but the captain soon ordered the ship to be evacuated. Apparently, the Artisan had crashed into one or several snags in the dark of night and water was flooding into the ship. La Fayette and his secretary Levasseur, the one who left us with this account, made it safely and quickly to the shore, but Georges had vanished from their side in the turmoil.

It was then only that the general perceived that his son was not with him, and immediately his habitual coolness in the presence of danger abandoned him. He was filled with anxiety, and in a state of the most violent agitation. He began to call, George! George! with all his strength, but his voice was drowned by the cries which from the vessel, and by the terrible noise made by steam escaping from the engine, and received no answer.

Levasseur, having at this point in time still every hope in Georges’ ability to look after himself, tried to calm La Fayette, but to no avail.

Nothing had any effect; he continued to traverse the shore calling on George.

Beside Georges there were still many others in the water and unaccounted for and Levasseur decided to lend whatever aide he might and to look for Georges in the process – who, by Levasseur’s account, was an excellent swimmer.

I [Levasseur] then threw myself into the boat with the captain to go to the succour of those who so much needed it. The vessel still floated, but almost on her beam ends. The captain mounted on board, and I received in his place a dozen persons, who precipitated themselves into the boat, and I whom carried to land, without having been able to speak to George, Mr. de Syon, or Bastien [La Fayette’s valet]. I dared not give an account of this first attempt to the general, and therefore made preparations for another trip, when a horrible crash and cries of despair announced to me that the vessel was sinking.

After several such trips and back on land again, there was still no sign of Georges and now even Levasseur was becoming very worried about La Fayette’s son.

At every instant, other persons arrived on shore, and among them I always expected to recognise Mr. George Lafayette; and the general demanded news of his son from all, but in vain. I now myself began to fear for him.

But instead of giving up, Levasseur again got into a boot to look for more people in need.

Thinking that there was an urgent necessity for succouring those who remained in this critical situation, I again entered the boat, and aided by a sailor approached the vessel. I first arrived at the prow; I called George with all my strength, but there was no answer. I then dropped along her side to the stern. In passing, I heard a voice over head cry out, “Is that you Mr. Levasseur?” I listened and examined attentively; it was our poor Bastien, who was holding with difficulty to the roof of the upper cabin, the pitch of which was very great from the oversetting of the vessel. As soon as I came near him, he slid down and fortunately fell into the boat. When I arrived at the stern, I again called George; he instantly answered me. His voice appeared to be perfectly calm. “Are you in safety?”, said I. “I could not be better”, replied he gaily. This reply gave me much relief, for my fears were really becoming serious.

There is no account in the notes how La Fayette reacted to this good news. But it is safe to assume that he was relieved beyond what words might express to here that his son was safe and sound.

I now returned to land with Bastien and two other persons I had received in the boat, and hastened to assure the general of the safety of his son.

I find this scene touching for obvious reasons, but it also gives us an interesting glimpse into La Fayette and the relation he had with his son. La Fayette, by all accounts, loved children and his own children most especially. He was a very devoted father and his letter home during the American Revolution were full of pleas to kiss and embrace his children for him, take care of them, look after them, tell them how much he loved them and then kiss them some more. Also, by all accounts, La Fayette was almost always able to keep his wits about him even in dangerous and stressful situations. There are not really any accounts of him loosing his cool during his time in prison in Austria and Prussia or the subsequent attempted escape, during the different battles he fought during the French or American Revolution, or even during the Battle of Brandywine where he was wounded. There is always the distinct possibility that the authors of these reports distorted La Fayette’s reactions and behaviors in an attempt of hero-worship or the like. Nevertheless, his behavior is very much consistent throughout all the accounts that we have. But now we can see him becoming very frantic as soon as his son is in danger. Interestingly, this is the only time we are able to follow La Fayette’s emotion “in real time”. When his son was wounded during the Napoleonic Wars for example, we again are presented with a very calm and collected La Fayette, but by the time that account was written, George had already been in contact with his family, his wounds had been dressed and looked after, and he was up and about again without the need of further assistance. The story about the sinking of the Artisan depicts La Fayette right in the moment of uncertainty.

But apparently, Georges had always been in charge of the situation, as the captain of the Artisan later explained.

In the midst of this occupation, Mr. George and Mr. de Syon, with the remainder of the passengers, arrived. We then learnt that at the moment of the wreck, Mr. George, seeing that I was in the boat to watch over his father, had returned to the cabin, into which the water had already penetrated, and had made Bastien and Mr. de Syon, who were imprudently endeavoring to save their effects, leave it. Then, only yielding ground as the water forced him, he had indefatigably occupied himself with the care of those around him. At one moment, the water reached to the middle of his body. But his coolness and presence of mind re-assured some persons, who, without him, would perhaps have been dismayed and exposed to the greatest danger. Finally, we were told, he would not leave the vessel, until he was satisfied, that all who remained on board belonged to her and could dispense with his assistance. “Mr. George Lafayette must often have been shipwrecked”, said the captain, “for he has behaved tonight as if he was accustomed to such adventures.”

Auguste Levasseur, Lafayette in America in 1824 and 1825; or Journal of Travels in the United States, Translated from the French, Volume 2, New-York, 1829, p. 161-164.

[chidorisjournal]

Junelezen 2025 - 6. Control

Here, in the canopy Where the wind pluck and tugs, Where the elements sing and reach and If you listen, closely, you can hear the song Of the earth, of the trees, of the stars. You realize the illusion of control. And in those moments, you find the space to breathe deeply of the promise of tomorrow.

[lovelovelovedeluxe]

hi tumblr i caved in and got it so i can get fed with akuneko content

[lordgoretash]

The fact that DAI romanticizes at least three different sexual relationships between a mage and their captor, while actively sweeping the rampant sexual assault in the Circles under the rug, is... really something.

[magnolia-sunrise]

i was finally compelled by mermay to sketch a little somethin🦈

[mukuuji]

Some pictures I drew for my friends...

Balgruuf the Greater (SKYRIM) for Range!

Bastien (my OC) for Yukisiro and Antoinetta Marie (OBLIVION) for Ulan!

Evgeny Rokov (Starfield) for Koppe and Mathis Castillo for Ma!

Shahvee (SKYRIM) for Robin and Nick Valentine (Fallout 4) for Aspara-dog!

I really enjoyed drawing them, thank you!✨

[take2intotheshower]

10. Juliette.

"She was such a sweet girl. Trusting. But she'd tried to make friends with the soldiers. And then she was passed around them. They kept her tied up. Every time she tried to escape she was flogged. By the time Lucien was born, it was all she could do to drag him round like an animal. She was barely a child herself."

(The Musketeers Season 3, Episode 7 - Fool's Gold)

[virulenceart]

Part 1

[gravedirtandbriarthorns]

Sometimes you just gotta polish up a three year old sketch, amirite?

[nln4]

seasons greetings - from my ocs to yours :D