the battle of the wilderness

Jine the Cavalry
2nd South Carolina String Band
Jine the Cavalry

The flamboyant Major General James “Jeb” Stuart was a true cavalier of the Confederate States. Dressed to the nines in frock coat and 17th century English accessory, Stuart led his horse artillery to fame in the Wilderness Campaign and Battle of Chancellorsville, until his death at Yellow Tavern in 1864. The song was likely written by Sam Sweeney of Stuart’s cavalry arm, as he performed the song for Stuart and his officers throughout the Gettysburg Campaign.

Pictured: Major General Jeb Stuart. Written ca. 1863.

I really do not understand why people don't talk about Drawn to Life more.

I mean, it’s the older cousin of Scribblenauts; it’s made by the same people, has the same music, and looks kinda similar, but instead of writing down what you want to create, you draw it, taking advantage of the touch screen on the DS. And it also has a more solid, flowing storyline.

You can draw the character you play as (sadly you can’t pick the gender but it’s not like it comes up a lot, they mostly just refer to you with your name), all his weapons, platforms and objects within the levels. The character you draw is basically your giant-champion-fighter-Jesus and you are the friggin God of the world.

Here’s your villain:

He’s basically this game’s equivalent of Lucifer…
with the most nonthreatening voice ever and an evil crackle that will make you lose the boss battle because you were laughing too hard at its nonthreatening cuteness and the fact that his pain-grunts sound like he is throwing up. But he has seriously cool theme and battle music that more that make up for it.

Here are your protag’s buddies that basically just tell you to do stuff and quite frankly take advantage of your God powers to have, like, parties or something:


Excuse me, are you saying you want me to battle through uncharted wilderness with suicidal enemies waiting to kill me with every step I take… for a beach ball?!! I understand going to bring back the the friggin sun and moon or forests, but a beach ball?!!
“…fine, give me my gun that shoots heat-seeking starfish.”


Not to mention, you will cry at least once while playing either one of the two games.


William Chester Minor graduated from Yale Medical School in 1863 with a degree and a specialization in comparative anatomy. By May of 1864 he was a surgeon in the Union army. He served at the Battle of the Wilderness, which is known for being a very brutal and bloody fight with many casualties on both sides. He also was once given the job of branding a soldier with a red hot D, for deserter, on his face. On his off time he would visit the local brothels, something his commanders didn’t really approve of. They sent him to Florida where his paranoia began to really show itself. He became scared of his fellow officers, afraid they would hurt him. The army sent him to an institution and he was diagnosed with having a mental illness. He was released after 18 months.

In 1871 he moved to London and unfortunately he became even more paranoid. He felt that he was always being followed by an unknown group, he even went to Scotland Yard with his fears but they couldn’t help. On February 17th, 1872, he awoke and saw what he thought was someone at the end of his bed. Terrified, he grabbed his pistol and chased this phantom intruder out into the street. Sadly he ran into a man named George Merrett who was on his way to work, and mistook him for his constant pursuers. He shot and killed Merrett on the street. He was arrested and sent to trial.

During the trial it came to light that he had been seeing people following him since his release from the American asylum. Also the prison guards who watched him while he awaited the trial testified he would wake up screaming, claiming to have been sexually abused by people living in the floorboards and in the walls. He was found not guilty by reason of insanity and sent to Broadmoor asylum. He wasn’t considered a serious threat and had a pension from the army which would help pay his bills, so he was given a comfortable cell and access to books and writing materials.

He soon found out that the Oxford English Dictionary, still being written, was looking for volunteers to help get the english language on paper. He became one of the most prolific contributors the dictionary folks had. Through his vast collection of books and access to a good library he was able to gather quotes that explained how particular words were used. The dictionary people would even compile lists of words for him to look up and find the right quotes to make it work. Even the wife of the man he murdered would visit often, bringing him books for his collection. In 1899 Dr. James Murray, the O.E.D’s editor, said of Minor “We could easily illustrate the last four centuries from his quotations alone.”

Sadly Minor’s condition worsened over the years. In 1902, because he thought he was being taken from the hospital and flown all over the world to sexually assault children, he cut off his penis. In 1910 he was released and deported back to America to St. Elizabeth’s Hospital. He was diagnosed with dementia praecox, a chronic and deteriorating psychotic disorder. In 1919 he was moved to the Retreat for the Elderly Insane in Hartford, Connecticut and the next year he passed away.

Pictured above: William Chester Minor, a depiction of the Battle of the Wilderness, an O.E.D pamphlet asking for volunteers, a few more shots of Minor and his library, Broadmoor Asylum and lastly his grave.

america v. america

in the battle of the wilderness (25000 casualties both sides)
union troops who had taken to sewing labels
with their names and addresses onto their uniforms

went forward through woods littered with the skeletons
of comrades fallen in the battle of chancellorsville (30000)
fought on the same ground the previous year

during the battle the muzzle flashes of their rifles
set the tinder dry woods on fire
and many of the wounded died in the flames

the next week following the battle of spotsylvania
courthouse (32000 north & south) an aide
searching for general grant found him alone

sitting on a tree stump sobbing like a child
the next day he ordered the union army
to march southeast for another assault on lee

we should take full care
not to shatter the walls of our democracy
to discover again what sleeps within



30 Days of Deity Devotion: Day One: A Basic Introduction to the Deity

The Sisters of the Badb

Also known as the Morrígan or Morrígna (collectively,) the Sisters are a group of deities that take on the roles of psychopomp, tutor, seer and hold sway over the ideas of sovreignty, the balance of the land and it’s king as well as everything to do with war. Different theories exist as to who actually makes up the Morrígan group, varying between 3 and 5 members, though I choose to deal with them as a group of four: Macha, Badb Catha, Morrigu (sometimes called Anand) and Nemain.

Some ideas of kingship in Ireland came from a representative marriage between the ruler and the land, which would show if it was a good union by it’s continued prosperity. Because cattle were such a staple to Irish agriculture and social life, they are often associated with the Sisters as a sign of sovereignty. In legend, the Dagda of the Tuatha de Danann petitioned one of the Sisters for her favor in a battle to be held the next day; she bedded him (generally this was accepted to have occured at Samhain) and gave him that favor so the battle was won.

Often the Sisters are seen in the forms of corvids, ravens or hooded crows commonly and are always seen gathering at the field of battle. Badb Catha is noted to have sang prophecies over battlefields as the armies lay in wait under her black feathers, while Macha, as a white mare, was known to walk over the dead after its end. Heads spiked on spear tips were sometimes called Macha’s Forest. Nemain was known to be the fury and frenzy of battle, a spirit of wilderness and bloodlust.

Morrigu herself has the most noted mythological role, having taken on the role of the adversary in the Ulster Cycle as a tutelary antagonist to Cú Chulainn’s heroism. She harasses him, changing her shape and tricking him while he rejects her offers for favor.

They are shapeshifters and fate-speakers, tutelary but wild and ultimately spirits of the lands right to chose it’s king and drink the blood of it’s inhabitants as they battle amongst themselves for power.

James Longstreet (January 8, 1821 – January 2, 1904) was one of the foremost Confederate generals of the American Civil War and the principal subordinate to General Robert E. Lee, who called him his “Old War Horse.” He served under Lee as a corps commander for many of the famous battles fought by the Army of Northern Virginia in the Eastern Theater, but also with Gen. Braxton Bragg in the Army of Tennessee in the Western Theater. Biographer and historian Jeffry D. Wert wrote that “Longstreet … was the finest corps commander in the Army of Northern Virginia; in fact, he was arguably the best corps commander in the conflict on either side.”

Longstreet’s talents as a general made significant contributions to the Confederate victories at Second Bull Run (Second Manassas), Fredericksburg, and Chickamauga, in both offensive and defensive roles. He also performed strongly during the Seven Days Battles, the Battle of Antietam, and until he was seriously wounded, at the Battle of the Wilderness. His performance in semiautonomous command during the Knoxville Campaign resulted in a Confederate defeat. His most controversial service was at the Battle of Gettysburg, where he openly disagreed with General Lee on the tactics to be employed and reluctantly supervised the disastrous infantry assault known as Pickett’s Charge.

He enjoyed a successful post-war career working for the U.S. government as a diplomat, civil servant, and administrator. However, his conversion to the Republican Party and his cooperation with his old friend, President Ulysses S. Grant, as well as critical comments he wrote in his memoirs about General Lee’s wartime performance, made him anathema to many of his former Confederate colleagues. His reputation in the South further suffered when he led African-American militia against the anti-Reconstruction White League at the Battle of Liberty Place in 1874. Authors of the Lost Cause movement focused on Longstreet’s actions at Gettysburg as a primary reason for the Confederacy’s loss of the war. His reputation in the South was damaged for over a century and has only recently begun a slow reassessment.

Some Skitty varieties!
The hoenn forest skitty is actually the original version of this cat pokemon. After being domesticated they were bred into many different breeds, like the munchkin, siamese or skittish fold. 

Each of them can come in all kinds of fur patterns like striped (munchkin) or calico (forest skitty) but most common are the simple fur patterns (like the skittish fold).

The pretty fur pattern breeds are a perfect choice for pokemon contests, while the wilder type is great for battles. But of course they’re all just great as pets too!

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(This is me attempting that Feudal Japan AU thing I talked about eons ago. Mix Star Wars characters with Treasure Planet logistics splattered against the backdrop of Japanese history and politics… and you’ve got what this is attempting to be.)

The setting sun had almost slipped behind the mountain range by the time Ahsoka made it to the Temple complex stables, her sleeves damp. She still wore her kamishimo from her trial: a blue sleeveless vest with accentuated shoulders and wide blue pants atop a black kimono. 

The cobbled pathway through the gardens sprawling in the shadow of the western pagoda had given her time to reflect on everything that had happened since her trial. On everything she passed once she reached the bottom of the Temple steps.

Everything that felt so familiar. 

Everything she was walking away from. 

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nalu week day 1: wander

this isn’t even a thing, this is just..i don’t know what it is :’D OTL

for norah

“Is he better?” 

Lucy’s worried voice carried over to Natsu. He sighed heavily into the pillow, unable to wipe the concerned frown off his face. It had been stuck there for two days now, turning him into a useless pile of worry.

“Dunno,” he answered quietly, feeling her soothing presence beside him. “He hasn’t moved much.”

Both their eyes fixed themselves on the small bundle lying beside him on the bed, halfway wrapped in a blanket.

The weight of the matress shifted as Lucy carefully sank onto it beside him, hand moving to gently stroke Happy’s clammy fur.

“I brought some soup, and medicine Wendy gave me.”

Hope lit up Natsu’s eyes, and he almost bounced on the bed, uneasy from sitting still so long. “Can I feed him? Do I have to warm it up? What medicine is it?”

“Natsu,” Lucy sighed, “you can’t feed him while he’s asleep.”

Natsu stilled, casting his eyes onto the ground. Slowly, she reached out to cup his cheek. “Hey, don’t worry so much, okay? I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

“What if he won’t be?” His whisper was almost inaudible, laced with so much quiet terror that it made her heart clench.

“He’s been through worse than a fever, hasn’t he,” Lucy tried with a small smile, fighting down her own fears.

After a moment, Natsu nodded, leaning into her touch. His hand came up to cup hers on his cheek as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“You’re right,” he breathed. “Something like this can’t get Happy down! Thanks, Lucy.”

With that, he brought her hand to his lips, gently pecking her guildmark.

They jumped slightly when a small, almost painful snicker filled the air. Both immediately leaned over the small cat, holding their breaths as his tiny eyelids fluttered.

Happy blinked at them, eyes hazy, but the usual mischievous glint was still shining behind his confusion.

“..liiike…” he mumbled sleepily, and Lucy couldn’t help but crack a small smile. Now this was the Happy she wanted to see. The times when she was glad about his teasing - which he continued, even now after so many years - were not many, but rarely had she been happier about his quibs than right now.

“Happy!!” Natsu almost cried out. “Buddy! How you doing??”

“Mmmh…” the exceed answered. His fur was still sweaty. He kicked his legs to rid himself of the blanket, but Lucy was quick to tug it back up. “Wendy said you needed to be kept warm,” she scolded with gentle concern.

“Luucy,” he smiled, and she had the feeling he was already drifting back to sleep, “…story?”

“Okay,” she hastily agreed while opening the small package she had received from Wendy. “But it will be your reward. Your job is to eat this, okay?”



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Skulls Remaining On The Field And Trees Destroyed At The Battle Of The Wilderness, 1864

Although the Wilderness is usually described as a draw, it could be called a tactical Confederate victory, but a strategic victory for the Union army. Lee inflicted heavy numerical casualties, but as a percentage of Grant’s forces they were smaller than the percentage of casualties suffered by Lee’s smaller army. And, unlike Grant, Lee had very little opportunity to replenish his losses. 

Understanding this disparity, part of Grant’s strategy was to grind down the Confederate army by waging a war of attrition. The only way that Lee could escape from the trap that Grant had set was to destroy the Army of the Potomac while he still had sufficient force to do so, but Grant was too skilled to allow that to happen. Thus, the Overland Campaign, initiated by the crossing of the Rappahannock, and opening with this battle, set in motion the eventual destruction of the Army of Northern Virginia. 

Hattaway, Herman, and Archer Jones. How the North Won: A Military History of the Civil War. Urbana: University of Illinois Press, 1983.


I’m proud to present one quarter of my senior thesis in illustration at Uarts! For my project I chose four of my favorite albums and reimagined them as films, then designed packaging for the fictional film. This one is based on The Monitor by Titus Andronicus, one of my all time favorite bands. For the plot summary on the back of the case, I made up a narrative based on the lyrical themes and musical tone of the album, which in turn inspired the illustration:

It’s 1861, one year into the American Civil War and Richard is a soldier in the union army. Wounded in a skirmish, he is separated from his troupe, and left to face the wilderness of Arkansas alone. Battling starvation and despair, Richard finds that there is no force greater than the will to survive. But he must beware, for the enemy is everywhere. 

A big thank you to Titus Andronicus for making such phenomenal music that inspires me to this day.