#laidlaw

[the-save-star-anomaly]

WHY IS THERE SO LITTLE STUFF ABOUT LAIDLAW CMON GUYS HE IS THE BEST DUDE THERE

[cyclopsiee]

drawing every cultist simulator character part 2: forge followers :)

[vio-lenceee]

boys doing what they like!

[black-mesa-science-team]

Everyone's opinions on the guards of black mesa?

Laidlaw: They're fine, I watch sports with some of 'em. I know Stelly's got some pity for 'em, like they're stray dogs or somethin'.

Riller: There's some guards that're pretty cool, I think. Me and-- er, I mean, Teasley thinks the uniforms're pretty flatterin'.

West: Well, uhm.... I know most of the science team thinks those security guards are crude and rude.. not to mention lazy, and um..... They make me nervous.

[blackswaneuroparedux]

The sound of the pipes on a Scottish battlefield echoes through the ages. The original purpose of the pipes in battle was to signal tactical movements to the troops, in the same way as a bugle was used in the cavalry to relay orders from officers to soldiers during battle.

After the Jacobite Rebellions, during the late 18th century a number of regiments were raised from the Highlands of Scotland and by the early 19th century these Scottish regiments had revived the tradition with pipers playing their comrades into battle, a practice which continued into World War I.

The bloodcurdling sound and swirl of the pipes boosted morale amongst the troops and intimidated the enemy. However, unarmed and drawing attention to themselves with their playing, pipers were always an easy target for the enemy, no more so than during World War One when they would lead the men ‘over the top’ of the trenches and into battle. The death rate amongst pipers was extremely high: it is estimated that around 1000 pipers died in World War One.

Piper Daniel Laidlaw of the 7th Kings Own Scottish Borderers was awarded the Victoria Cross for his gallantry in World War One. On September 25th 1915 the company were preparing to ‘go over the top’. Under heavy fire and suffering from a gas attack, the company’s morale was at rock bottom. The commanding officer ordered Laidlaw to start playing, to pull the shaken men together ready for the assault.

Immediately the piper mounted the parapet and began marching up and down the length of the trench. Oblivious to the danger, he played, “All the Blue Bonnets Over the Border.” The effect on the men was almost instant and they swarmed over the top into battle. Laidlaw continued piping until he got near the German lines when he was wounded. As well as being awarded the Victoria Cross, Laidlaw also received the French Criox de Guerre in recognition of his bravery.

[rhunae]

Link

A friend of mine asking the important questions.

Edit: It keeps getting better (added twitter screenshot).

[mirokusgame]

Mike Laidlaw lascia BioWare Se ne va il director della serie Dragon Age. Il director della serie Dragon Age lascia BioWare, ma dà pochi dettagli sul suo futuro prossimo, che prevede streaming. Fonte: Mike Laidlaw lascia BioWare

[landofspaceandrainbows]

This is sort of a merging of propmpts from both @polyamships and @selfshipsummer2021 because since the cult leader/dancer is the player character in the game, it probably counts. :)  

Beating The Heat

Cultist Simulator video game

Dancer/Neville/Laidlaw

(Rating: T, no particular warnings)

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In June, the group heads out for the old palace, he leads this trip.

Fox-form he picked his way through the fragrant fox-lilies, guiding his followers as they stumbled, their ears half deafened and their eyes half blinded by the flower's deceptive promises.  Cat-pawed he leapt his way atop standing stones, Sea lion he scouted the sea of Istanbul.  In a secret part of his ruthless, determined mind alawys fascinated by those he lead. Their bravery, the soft, soft parts of their lovely skin, their shining eyes.

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When the coffee is packed away, and the blankets folded up, the three miles of dunes surrounding the ruins lie before them. Of the four people in the group, Renira, swathed bleached pink takes the first step. She sweeps her dark curls back behind one ear while she holds the minoan bronze goblet in her other hand and the very spirit of water and coolness seeps up through the sand before her.  Laidlaw's back is warm and damp with sweat through his shirt,  somehow he (and his sweet warmth) are one with the great burning wind, with the great pool of heat in the hot sand, with the smaller heat in every windblown grain, their leader opens himsself to Laidlaw's senses and begins to see each bit of heat as a glint of orange as Laidlaw holds out his hands and begins to shape it, forming a bubble of safety around them.  "A pause in the storm is an opening" Neville whispers,  "an opening is a rent, through which air may enter."  and a trickle of oxygen begins to flow.

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They've shaken most of the sand out of their clothes, and sit huddled at the table of the restaurant, leaning into the moving shade of the umbrella and nursing slushy, iced glasses. There appear to be three people at the table, but it is a group of four. One person walked in dream, his sleeping body was curled up unseen in the room somewhere, but he could certainly be felt as he rubbbed his fox fur insistently along Neville's hand.  Neville shivered at the luxurious feeling, welcoming it's distraction from another migraine.  Which was just as intended.  

"Apparently even dream fur is hot in this sun" a panting voice came up.

"Then why don't you slip into something cooler, or have some of this drink?  We've earned a bit of comfort." Neville replied.

"Which is exactly why you're not wearing your dark glasses" a sarcastic reply returned from under the table.

"O, right" Neville blushed.

Neville scrambled for his glasses half-under Laidlaw's hand, drawing the younger man's smiling attention.

As Laidlaw pulled Neville in for a kiss, fur shifted itself to scales, and a snake-form slithered gently over the backs of their necks and down an arm, to dip his little tongue into the cup of chipped ice and taste the herbal sweetness of the sugared ouzo.