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My name's Maggie/Margaret, she/her, polish. I'm still a minor, although getting dangerously close to the bitter age of adulthood ╥﹏╥
I'm quite passionate about history in general, but for now on my greatest interest is Amrev (pls send me amrev art asks I love art asks sm!)
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this is insane what do you mean hornblower take place on land??? i thought he was a boat guy
he is.
this letter is wild actually
nelson’s 1798 undress coat is so special to me
the powder and pomatum stains on the back from his queue always Get Me. often times these sorts of uniforms look so sanitized when exhibited but THAT is a coat that was lived in. he requested it never be cleaned so that the evidence of his hard work as well as his own hardship and anxiety was always visible. 220+ years later it’s more visible than it’s ever been.
stephen maturin gotta be one of the characters of all time. he's five foot six & 120 lbs soaking wet. he successfully improvises a cranioplasty on a ship deck with a silver coin. he likes birds and critters. he's shit at math. he knows like 10 languages. he recited the entire aeneid in latin from memory while delirious. he discovered a new tortoise species and named it after his bestie. he's a spy for the royal navy despite knowing fuckall about ships. he's high on opioids all the time. he's irish catholic
Redrawing of the previous year Hamilton's birthday doodle
Technically true.
He got the job.
He takes his job seriously.
Go check it out and give them some support! :) (also the end killed me haha) ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎
The farmer sheared the sheep, and it was used to make a gift for Wolf Hunter, so…
Wolf Hunter goes to the village markets.
Wolf Hunter and his conga line of sheep.
Wolf Hunter was looking for them for a while.
Not a werewolf.
The disappearance. 🐑
The worst snowman.
(Just a super short thing written in a few minutes lol)
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Every dream he has about Nathan Hale begins the same way.
His Pythias emerges from the darkness, arms outstretched, as if inviting Ben to rest in their comfort, away from the worries that seem to engulf him like a violent, merciless wave with each passing day of war. His Pythias smiles at him with that quick, fleeting smile of his, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds on a grey day, a sweet but elusive blessing. His Pythias utters Ben's name like a sacred prayer, and for a moment, all is well.
"Nate, my dearest..."
"Damon, my brave Damon, willing to sacrifice his life for his friend!"
"Yes, yes, Nate, I'll do everything. Everything for you!"
Nathan's beautiful, eternally young face (so young, so young, what a terrible tragedy!) contorts into a strange expression, and there is silence. Ben suffocates in the cursed stillness, wanting only for Nathan to say something, anything.
"Ben..."
Nathan's lips are cold. Though Ben tries, he cannot warm them.
"Your good intentions are not enough."
The words are sharp, brutal, true; Benjamin lowers his gaze as a violent pain pierces his chest.
"Benjamin Tallmadge, I am dead."
Ben chokes, tries to scream, looks up and meets the icy stare of empty, lightless eyes.
"You killed me."
And then the noose tightens and his Pythias is gone.
Every dream he has about Nathan Hale ends the same way.
I love fanfiction because sometimes The Character needs to be held gently and sometimes they need to be beaten to death with a club. and you 🫵 can make both of those happen. for free
