Showing posts with label Duke of Erat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Duke of Erat. Show all posts

Sunday, June 30, 2019

If Bock Was A Doll...

If Bock was a doll, this is what his head would look like, according to the creative director of this blog,  His Royal Highness Tomais Ashdene, Prince Consort of Southern Charm & Duke of Erat.
Quite cute, don't you think?

Sunday, October 7, 2018

Chez Nathanael & Ophiel

The Much Honored Bock McMillan, laird of Southern Charm, prince of Cascade Falls, Sovereign Ruler of the Commonwealth of the Southern Enchantment Realm and Outer Territories and finally UN-appointed Protector of the Mount Whitney sim in SecondLife (that's me), yesterday made an official visit with mes chers cousins Nathanael Sommerfeld and Ophiel Er'el, Marquis of Montfort l'Amaury.

The official reason for the visit was that Monfort l'Amaury has recently received a complete redecoration into an 18th-century roleplay sim and is now going to open its doors to the general public, or the hoi polloi as we entitled people prefer to say.
Official photography of the meeting by JJ Goodman.
From left to right, my consort Tomais Ashdene, the Duke of Erat and a prince of the realm,
my brother JJ Goodman, a prince of the realm, the Laird (i.e. me), Ophiel Er'el, Marquis of
Monfort l'Amaury, and his consort Graf Simon Hieronymus Casimir zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg
(Nathanael Sommerfeld) and finally Holter Rez., a prince of the realm. 

Missing from the picture is Wayne Allen, a prince of the realm.
The real reason, however, was to bring the diplomatic negotiations concerning the incorporation of Monfort l'Amaury (as a self-governing region) into the Commonwealth of the Southern Enchantment Realm to a successful close.

Welcome to my world dear cousins. You are hereby both granted the title of "Prince of the Realm". May our friendship last and may our cooperation be successful.

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Buns Galore!

This weekend the sailors and officers of the Southern Charm Imperial Navy enjoyed some well earned R&R at Gay Cove Hold as personal guests to the duke of Erat and his loving spouse, the Much Honored laird of Southern Charm.

As those of you who are well informed know, Gay Cove Hold is one of the few sims in Second Life that enjoy the phenomenon of two suns, hence the double shadows.

The sim was closed of to the public to allow the valiant sailors to let everything hang loose and fully enjoy themselves. (From left to right in the picture, Rear Admiral T. Ashdene, Fleet Admiral B. McMillan, Lieutenant Commander A. Jiminy and Vice Admiral J. J. Goodman.

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Actually the truth is the four of us were modeling for one of J.J.'s pictures. You can see the PG-rated picture here (SKPFB*) and the X-rated picture here (NSFW).

*) Safe for Kids, Prudes and Facebook

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Ahoy Sailor!

There has been a large influx of sailors to Southern Charm lately. They all seem to be assembling in the ports of the sim, making eyes and pouting their lips at all men who are passing by.

"Do you think they could be, you know, uhmm.... professionals?", the Duke of Erat whispered to his consort the laird when they passed by one of them on their morning walk.
"Whaddaya mean by professionals? Speak out, man, use your words.", the laird replied irritably. He never appreciated mincing words or riddles.
"Well, you know..." the duke waved vaguely.
"No, I don't, or I wouldn't have asked, sweetums. Now speak clearly or shut up!"
"Do you think that they could - maybe, possibly - be whores?", the duke tried again with a deep red blush on his handsome face.
"Oh that! Well, of course they are! They know there are a lot of single gay men living here and some of them spending an inordinate time on hook-up apps and collecting all the gay porn produced in the world, not excluding the worst gay porn ever produced (i.e. "The Centurians of Rome"). So of course they come here to do business... Although, my security tells me, they seem mostly to be doing each other because the sim dwellers aren't showing much interest."

Model: Bock McMillan
Outfit: Sailor from boyberry (recommended to the laird by his newest personal shopper Tien Kai Dayn)
Pose: The Sniffer by Vice Poses (Finn Millar)
Photographer: Bock McMillan
Lighting Assistant: Tomais Ashdene
Shot on location at the Southern Charm sim.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Crown Shopping

Late in the evening yesterday the Much Honored Bock McMillan, laird of Southern Charm, prince of Cascade Falls, Sovereign Ruler of the Commonwealth of Southern Enchantment Region and Outer Territories and finally UN appointed Protector of the Solace Island and Mount Whitney sims in SecondLife, and Tomais Ashdene, Duke of Erat etc, etc, decided that it was high time that Guyke, Prince of Paradijs, and Butch (who is a prince of Cascade Falls but has not yet formally been bestowed a title) had earned their crowns. Butch was reluctant - in his traditional sheepish manner - but a crown was forced on him nonetheless.

Two beautiful crowns were purchased at Medieval Designs for the upcoming audience with the haughty Queen BM, Queen of the Netherlands in SecondLife etc, etc.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Fine Dancing

The Much Honored Bock McMillan,  laird of Southern Charm etc, etc, Tomais, Duke of Erat etc, etc, and Guyke, Prince of Paradijs (the traditional title bestowed to the heir of the laird) etc, etc, and other royalty in SecondLife received a special invitation from her majesty BM, Queen of the Netherlands in SL etc, etc, and the dance master her dance master Mr. Kahvy Sands Esq. to attend an event of light entertainment and fine dancing on Sunday evening.

We were of course all delighted to accept and cherished this rare occasion to escape the gawking stares and pointing fingers of the plebs. The only two commoners present (except for the entertainers) were Ms. Helene Dragoone and Mr. Butch Diavolo (in shoes!).

Entertainment was provided by an amazing singer Reallymad ''Mick'' Morpork and later by the DJing talents of Mr. Sands.
 
As the duke proved to be extremely useful in these surroundings and very adept in choosing the correct dances, the laird could relax and enjoy himself completely in his strong and muscular arms.
The Laird and the Duke in a pasodoble
The Prince of Paradijs and Ms. Dragoone