My name is JJ! I wasn't expecting myself to like GnB until I actually got good at it and understood how to work in a team (skill issue, I know). I also recently got the chaplain class and main it in most of my runs unless the server is especially struggling. Still, GnB is a wonderous game of detail and fun gameplay.
I'm mostly reposting content. I used to document everything until I realized I was making big work of it, and it prevented me from enjoying the platform. I still like to reblog things that should get some love!
I'm not working on anything specific for this blog, so for now, I'm cruising and chilling, ready to uplift those who do make a bunch of stuff. I hope I'll be able to accurately fit my character(s) into the lore since I'm not much of a history fanatic.
I can't help but ask if this was inspired by the FNAF 2 menu screen?
In anyway, I love ur artstyle and ur OCs!!! They all look like folk who have wonderful stories behind and in front of them :0!!!!! The renderings is also super nice
When I get blood samples at work sometimes they’re still warm from being imminently inside the patient’s veins and my hands are always cold because all the labs Ive work in are in the basement and they keep it kinda cold for whatever reason (and I’m also just a chilly kid).
And I clutch the little warm tubes of blood and feel this sick person warming my hands and I think about how kind you might be and how I wish I could hold your hand and how badly, how really really badly, I want you to get better and stay warm and hold someone’s hand again.
And anyway sometimes it’s better to not think so vividly about the people I’m doing tests for. I’m a good little cog in a vast machine of people all trying to heal and cure, and my cog feels so fucking small sometimes. But I hope the blood I prepare for you helps you breathe better and laugh and wake up feeling well rested.
We’ve never met but you warmed my hands and I want you to know I love you and I’m rooting for you.
Absolutely not anything related to Roblox or GnB but I AM FEINING FOR THAT MINESWEEPER PLUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No wonder it's loved it's a well-made game that calls back to ye ol' days of minesweeper except better,,,,,, and we got old fat man captains and anthropomorphic 9's and 10's.
Extra plus points for the fact that old fat man captain is drawn like he's gone through the gutter LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO
I have zero history knowledge of the Napoelonic Wars and shallow knowledge of Catholic Christianity, GnB and history fans be warned!
Estevan escapes the man-eating freaks on the streets and finds himself hiding alongside a scared Englishman. They both barely hang onto hope.
Includes: Emotional distress, old-time views on outward emotion, religious themes, rusty writing.
September 2nd, 1813 - A View From the Top of the Fortress
Estevan's hand shook rigidly, causing his writing to become illegible. Frustrated, he scoffed and crossed the first line out, rewriting the topic line in his journal. He goes on with his writing.
I find myself stranded at the top of the fortress, far from the community square. I managed to climb in through the hanging ropes and ladders left near the walls and climbed high enough to reach what I believe is the fortress's highest point. I made sure to tie up the ropes and knock down the ladders to allow myself a safe escape from those poor souls while giving anyone still alive a chance at finding safety as well.
A hot breeze blows through the air, making Estevan flinch and pull on his collar.
I found an Englishman here, threatening me with who-knows-what. On normal terms, I would have fought for my safety, but with the infection hitting San Sebastian, I convinced him of my friendliness. I'm grateful that God gave him some mind to agree on a truce with me.
Estevan's eyes glanced quickly at the redhead on the other side of the fortress roof, sneakily watching for any changes in the city.
Though, if I can be honest... I am on my last lines. When the English and Portuguese armies came, war reigned. Everyone in town was in distress, seeing and hearing the pops of bullets and sensing the smell of blood. I tried my best to help those in need, to comfort them with God's grace and mercy throughout these trying times, but I couldn't keep up with the demand. Soon, we had innocent bloodshed mixed with the casualties of the war. The French fought vigorously and managed to capture a couple of soldiers, but with their retreat into the citadel, the British-Portuguese armies fell the walls and started closing in.
I was attending an emergency service when a frenzied messenger ran in and told the news. Without a doubt, I ran over to direct everyone to try to follow the army up the mountain, or otherwise hide in their households and block the doors. As I rushed out the doors to escort everyone out, I was startled by the horrifying sight of an infected man.
Something in the distance blew up, making Estevan flinch and curl more inward. He could smell gunpowder.
I couldn't make any sense of it, except for the fact that this man had fallen into his sins and became a bloodthirsty infected. His skin turned into a sickening grey while his eyes gleamed red. He tackled my neighbor's sister, clawing at her skin and letting out this gut-curling noise. I managed to put him out of his misery with my stake, but he had already caused the church to panic completely. Before I knew it, there were more of these monsters that had risen from Hell to slaughter everyone they could get their hands on. I did my best to save anyone I could reach-
Estevan sucked in a breath, feeling his eyes sting.
-but I was always too late. I saw so many people, strangers I was familiar with, and acquaintances I talked to, our neighbors, my estranged family, even Father Juan, killed at the hands of the undead. You wouldn't be able to understand. I saw little children torn apart, I saw my elders's insides spilled onto the floor and blood splattered across newborn clothes, across the walls, everywhere. I was so shattered and frightened that I ran here, to the fortress, unable to salvage anyone I was with.
I can't help but worry immensely about my own family. Have they bunkered themselves in their rooms, able to keep out the infected? I haven't seen them all day since I woke up early to further my degree, so I have no idea what state any of them are in. With this recent turn of events, the horrors I saw, I can only hope that they are still alive and fighting for their lives.
And what of Francais? He was patrolling the walls this morning when the armies started attacking. At worst, he could have been taken down by multiple guns or, God forbid, become one of the infected.
Estevan took another breath, wiping the moisture building up on his cheeks. His tears flowed freely, staining the pages and smearing the ink he had, but he couldn't stop writing.
I can't imagine it. I won't imagine it. There's always some kind of use and good in tribulation. God promises that He'll be with all of His children through problems and issues. There's a reason this is happening, and it's all for His plan. He'll keep my family safe. He'll keep Francais safe...
Oh, who am I kidding? Lord, you know everything that I try to keep hidden. God, why are we going through this? God, why did you let so many people die? How could our buildings be subject to fire and destruction? Did you separate me from my family so that I wouldn't be tormented by their death?
How many corpses and screams did I experience that were of people I knew? Everyone I knew in my church, through the storewalk, is dead. My family has no physical training, and even though my father and mother are strong, there's no way they'll be able to handle more than three of those monsters on the streets. I should have noticed their bodies, perhaps retrieved a keepsake, a lock of hair, or a pendant so that-
His pencil cracked with how hard he was pressing down on the wet pages. Racked with guilt and sorrow, Estevan clumsily closed his journal, set it off to the side, and pulled his knees to his chest. He heaved a loud sob, stifling it with his hands. He couldn't cause his and the Englishman's demise now, not after so many had died.
Look at him. Weeping uncontrollably. If there were any doctors around, they'd sure diagnose him with hysteria and throw him into a center for the mentally unwell.
A hand appeared on Estevan's shoulder, making him jump and scoot away from the source. It was the Englishman. His face was stiff, unsure whether to show discomfort or disdain. As he reached out his hand again, Estevan turned away and resumed his curled-up position.
"¡N-No me toques, por favor! No querrías- ah- no querrías contagiarte de his-histeria, como yo..."
("D-Don't touch me, please! You wouldn't- ah- want to catch hys-hysteria, like me...")
Through his stifled sobs, Estevan wetly chuckled, only interupped by more hiccups as he struggled to breathe. Though he gave a warning, the Englishman still came near and put a firm hand on his shoulder, awkwardly patting it and rubbing it as a sign of comfort. The Englishman only muttered one sentence as gunshots and yells rang out from the town.
I HAVE ZERO HISTORY KNOWLEDGE AND I KNOW THIS, BE WARNED GNB AND HISTORY FANS! I ALSO HAVE SHALLOW KNOWLEDGE OF CATHOLIC CHRISTIANITY!
Little snippet on Estevan, GnB OC.
Will include cringe stuttering, religious themes (dude's a chaplain in modern day. Though this is like an exposition for the start of his journey), and really old rusty writing.
"I- pr- be- pardon?"
He instinctively leaned away as Francais used his elbow to give Estevan a bump on the arm. Almost knocking over his drink, Estevan quickly steadied it with his hand, his shoes gripping the building tiles.
"I mean, how did you, out of all people, get onto the path of becoming a bishop?"
It was in the later hours of the night when most of San Sebastian was asleep, save for the late-working trades. Most of the religious leaders took up residence in the church, getting ready for tomorrow's Sunday service. To not disturb their work, Estevan led Francais by roof to a nearby apartment building. There, Estevan and Francais clinked a few glasses and started to chat away.
Both had grown up in the same general area, a little community section near the docks. Estevan grew up in a middle-class household, was comfortably sent to Catholic school, and eventually worked under his father's leatherworking trade. Francais, however, grew up in a lavish household. His father was an officer in the San Sebastian military, which allowed his family to garner a couple of riches they could splurge every now and then on expensive wine bottles.
But as Estevan reached the 'ripe old age' of 17, he left leatherworking to pursue a lifelong commitment to the church.
"I- uh... felt like it?" Estevan, again, braced himself and his drink as Francais clapped a hand on his shoulder, shaking him with a laugh.
"Oh, come on, T. You and I both know that's a shallow answer." Francais placed his hand back on the roof tiles, leaning back on his hands and looking up into the night sky. "What happened to that kid with callouses on his hands and smug look that told me all about his flirtatious outings?"
Estevan felt himself going red, and he sighed, eyes locked onto the lights of the street. "That- I wasn't flirting with any one of them! It's just a coi-coincidence!"
"Calling bull, you always came back with a few marks under your collar."
"I decided to become a priest-" Estevan shakily chuckled, "-because I felt like it. Really!" Francais gave Estevan another look, prompting him to continue.
"Look, it- I don't know how to explain it that well, but I felt it. I held the hide in my hands, and all of a sudden, I couldn't really stomach holding it anymore. Right as the bells tolled for noon, I looked up at the cross and..." Estevan swivels his head around to look at the cross on the dome of the building on the mountain, trying to make out its shape. It was nearly hidden against all the darkness of the night.
"Francais..."
Estevan steeled himself as he looked into his friend's eyes, resolve narrowing.
"Something big is going to happen."
Francais scoffed, sliding down onto his back to look at the stars. "Oh yeah? Like what?"
"I-I don't know, but something big is going to happen. Like, life-changing stuff." Estevan followed suit, nudging his glass into an open crevice in the roof.
"It was like... when I looked up at that cross, God was calling me. Calling me into the church, into the- the pews. To look into the eyes of Mary and the Archangel and... and to become a leader, or something.
It felt like, through the eyes of Jesus, I was called for something more. Like, since there was such a big thing planned for the future, God chose me to be one of the people to handle it." Estevan swallowed his spit nervously, hands draping across his chest. "I really, REALLY can't describe it well, Francais. At that moment, I knew that I was destined to serve under God. That, whatever is going to come, I would... be one of the keys? I think?"
Estevan turned his head to Francais, seeing him smile humorously.
"Oooh, so you're gonna become one of the big, handsome, famous guys, eh?" Estevan shot Francais a glare.
"Yo-You know what I meant! I don't- I don't want to become a priest just because I want attention from anyone!"
"That's not something the devilish womanizer Estevan would say."
"You sh-shut your-" Estevan shoved Francais's shoulder, both of them sharing a couple of laughs. Francais eventually calms down enough to give Estevan a nod, putting his hands behind his head.
"Okay, but in all seriousness, alright. I just-" Francais purses his lips, "I don't know. It's just a huge change that kind of came up overnight. I mean, you're basically leaving all those years of training under your Dad to go and struggle through the priesthood, you know? I literally heard your Dad's disappointment and approval from halfway across town.
Not that I'm disapproving of this, I'm sure Father Jean would be happy to hear that another soul has come forth to lead. All of this was so sudden and such a big-"
"-change?" Estevan completes, starting to get lost in thought.
"Yeah. A big change. If I decided to throw away everything I worked for to go train again under the church, my mom and dad would kill me! You're lucky to have parents who still support you going in a completely different direction."
"I do. I really do. I'm very glad that they... that God opened up this door for me. And that my parents recognize that. I wouldn't be able to go and get any degrees without them. I-I may not know a lot b-but I'm determined to learn! I want to make my parents proud and- and God proud too.
It's not going to be as hard as you think it is. Before you know it, I might even become a cardinal!"
"...Aaaaand then you'll start preaching about looking for a wife."
"Francais."
Before Estevan could nudge Francais away, Francais sat up and dug into his jacket, pulling out an opaque wine glass with red wax on top. He gave Estevan a meschievious smile, waving it around a bit.
"Why don't we celebrate that realization with a little bit of wine?"
Estevan coughed out a laugh, feeling his lips pull into a grin as he stared at the labeling.
"No way. That's the wine I've always wanted to try! Wait, let me get my-"
sssSSSSlip- CRRAAAASSSSHH!
Both friends jumped at the loud sound, cringing as they heard someone startle in their sleep and get up angrily. As Estevan shifted to sit up and grab his bottle, he loosed the tiles enough to let his glass slip and fall into the top room of the building, breaking the glass and spilling alcohol everywhere on the floor. Estevan notes the clammer of metal and a flame.
"Oh shi-" Francais quickly stands up, dragging Estevan to stand with him. "Dude, let's get out of here! We can't have you retiring before you get started!" He quickly waves Estevan back to the church, aiming for one of the open windows on the side of it. "Go, go, go!"
Estevan laughs softly, only cascading as Francais returns the laugh. Soon, the sound of laughter rings out across the roof tiles as both teens rush to hide. The flames of lanterns flickered, complementing the sparkling stars, only alluding to the event that is to plague the island.
But for now, two souls enjoy the company under the moon's forgiving frame. Tomorrow was another day.
I had so much fun getting GnB backgrounds that I took some more. I found out how to hide name tags and also took most at graphics 10 which blew up my laptop.
Shots under the cut, click for better quality!
I DID NOT MAKE THESE! All credits belong to the Guts and Blackpowder team, I simply took the screenshots.
WOMEN IN MEN DOMINATED FIELDS!!!!! I love her style!! I genuinely think her regement clothes fit her so well, especially with the vibes of Prussia. The uniform detail GO HARD and I love her hair! Big kudos for a powerful colonel!!
One man's ugly is another man's beauty I LOVE THIS ART!!! I also really specifically love the regiments that have this specific shako(? I'm using marching band terms I have no idea what these are actually called) that arches bigger toward the top it wonderous. I think this outfit fits ur character well! AND HES A DRUMMER TOO LETS GOOOOOO I LOVE MUSICIANS (I'm also sometimes a musician)
I’m so GnBPilled that I saw an artwork and I thought it was Calvary but it was just…. Mark it pliers, and the colors were just too aesthetic for my feeble mind to process
