#not a male knight here but...

[bumblingbabooshka]

Janeway/Tuvok Vibes

[conspiracy-frog]

You know not to be nitpicky about the ch2 era(or dive into the discourse) but i think its kinda funny that despite having the gals be like main center pieces which a lot of things revolve around , pre ch3/4 (and even now tbh) you would see more discussion about dess than about Noelle. And like valid I also think about her a lot but it does feel like wanting to engage with a character that's not even here yet so ppl can project their fantasies onto than engage with the pre existing very plot relevant female character in a way that isnt thinking about how the snowgrave will ruin her. If you can write 500 think pieces on Mike fanfiction you can think about noelle more trust. Also nevermind the fact that before the new chapters the broad fandom had quite literally written Susie off as like unimportant which ??? People being surprised susie has PLOT (or than suselle actually gets development) are my villain origin story smh. Pissed me off SO bad and they were so serious about it too. Like bruh. The toxic funny yaoi men are great and I also would die for tenna but let's not forget who the game is about this time

[writeshite]

“I can't give you a castle,” you remind Rhaenyra, “or wealth, or expensive dresses. I doubt I can give you more than the flowers I pick along the grounds.”

Rhaenyra smiles a little bumping her head softly against yours, “You give me loyalty; it is a rare enough commodity.”

“But how far will loyalty get me? I can't compete with the Lannisters or Tyrells or Freys.” You say, and she places her hand on your cheek in response.

“If I wanted any of them I would have them,” Rhaenyra huffs, “I want you, that's why I have you.” She affirms, pulling you in for a kiss.

[otiksimr]

I hope Silent Salt is a woman.

[flurraz]

How many mints would you have to take to emulate sucking off a frost elf.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Reader is male & his hair is described to be long enough to reach his nape (long hair symbolizes a time of peace in his culture). I just made up kingdom names. Part One, Part Two

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After a morning in council with your advisors, seeing to your subjects and their grievances, you were in desperate need of some stress relief. So you put on your armor and made your way to the training courtyard where veteran knights and trainees alike where training, your hands itching to have a sword in them.

"My king!" Several knights around the training courtyard cried out at the sight of you, bowing. But your eyes were trained on Ghost, who had stopped the training match he was overseeing.

"Sir Ghost, I wish to spar with someone. And I figured you were the best knight of mine to spar with," you said, walking over to Ghost. You smiled at him, able to look him into the eyes easily since you were around the same height. "If you're up for it, of course. If not, I can spar with someone else."

Ghost shook his head. "No, I can spar with you, my king." He gestured for someone to bring you both training swords and shields. "It would be my honor to help you keep your swordsmanship skill sharp."

You laughed at that, placing your hands in gloves before taking a training sword out of the two you were given and taking a shield in the other hand. "Are you keeping my swordsmanship skill sharp or am I keeping yours sharp?" you teased, waiting until he held a sword and shield before getting into position.

"How about both, my king? Neither of us can get rusty."

You nodded in response and those were the last words spoken between you two as Ghost strikes first, swinging his sword. You parried with your own and pushed him back, quickly striking back just as quick as he struck first.

Since they were training swords, they barely made dents into either of your armors. Still, the act of swinging and wielding the sword was enough for you, enough for you to love the thrill it gave you to spar with your knight.

Parry, block, strike.

The movements seemed so rhythmic, your sword and shield an extension of yourself. Even then, exhaustion was wearing on you both as you could feel it settle in your bones and see his balaclava and white mask start to get soaked with Ghost's sweat. Your movements were starting to slow down, but neither of you were giving up yet.

That was, until Ghost unarmed you. One second you were thinking of parrying his upcoming strike, the next he was sending your sword flying in the air and away from you. You heard it clang against the ground, signaling the end of the match.

"Well done, Sir Ghost," you said, panting. A small smirk made its way onto your face. "Though I'm quite glad that my knight is good enough to best me. Means I'm placing my life in the right hands."

Ghost straightened up from his hunched stance, nodding. "You gave me a run for my money, my king," he said, though that might've been to make you feel better about losing the match.

You chuckled and followed him to where his canteen of water was, watching him pull up his balaclava enough to reveal his mouth. You greedily watched him take a sip of water, a few drops dripping from his mouth and down his chin.

He must've seen you watching him because as soon as he finished drinking from the canteen, he didn't cap it again, instead he offered it to you. "Are you thirsty, my king?"

"Oh, I can't drink from your canteen, it's yours. I'll be fine," you replied, trying to refuse the canteen, but he wasn't having it.

"Nonsense, you must be thirsty after out sparring. Drink, I don't mind," he murmured, his gruff voice softening just softly.

Ghost didn't let you hold the canteen, instead tilting it himself so you could drink from it. Your eyes closed as the water hit your tongue. It was an intimate gesture, but everyone else in the courtyard was too busy training to watch you two.

You made sure not to drink too much of his canteen, pulling away when you were done. "Thank you."

You watched him cap his canteen again, nodding in response to your thanks. Silence washed over you two for a few seconds and you were about to excuse yourself when he spoke.

"You seem troubled, my king." Ghost turned to you once his canteen was set down on the bench again. "Come, sit with me please. Talk to me."

He sat down on the bench and you hesitated before sitting down. Your weary bones felt relief at sitting down. Sure, you spent the best part of the morning sitting on your throne, but you hadn't relaxed since you woke up, not until now.

"My advisors are worried that I don't know how to rule this kingdom during a time of peace," you murmured, your voice soft so no one else heard word of your advisors basically thinking you were unfit to lead the kingdom during an era of peace.

It was true that when you took the throne from your father when you were twenty-four, Eridies had been in war with Loria for at least a year and the war lasted until six months ago which meant the kingdom had been at war for eight years. Your reign had started with war and a warrior king was what you had been for eight years. Just because you ushered peace to the kingdom, didn't mean that you knew how to keep peace.

Ghost huffed at that, clearly thinking differently. He hesitated for a few seconds before he rested his gloved hand on your knee.

"My king, you've been doing a wonderful job of ensuring the peace you've won stays. You might have been a warrior king for the past eight years, but you've had a kind heart and a heart of a peaceful king. You care about Eridies, its people," he said, rubbing his thumb against your knee. "I have no doubt you'll continue to keep the peace alive."

Your eyes flickered from his hand on your knee to his own eyes, holding eye-contact.

This man, a man you had never fully seen his face, was a steady presence by your side for the past eight years. You never went into battle without knowing he'd be covering your back, your own personal shadow. You knew him like you knew yourself, he was like a sword; an extension of yourself. You didn't know what you were like without him and you found, you didn't want to know what life was like without him by your side.

A smile graced your lips and you rested your hand on his, squeezing it gently. "You know, I think as long as I have you, I won't mind listening to the people's grievances over one farmer stealing the other's crops," you said, intending on lightening the mood.

Judging by the soft chuckle, a sound only you managed to get from him, your response had its intended effect. Ghost turned his hand over so your palms were facing each other and he could intertwine his fingers with yours.

He knew what he was doing was dangerous. He should be keeping his distance from you, but you pulled him in like no other. Every time he wanted to pull back, his heart drew closer to yours. It felt like your soul was intertwined with his, trying to come together to form a whole soul.

"I'll be by your side for as long as you need me to, my king. As long as you'll have me."

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[dairine-bonnet]

Before Kotor 1:

*On Dantooine, after Revan was captured by Bastila and other jedi knights*

Bastila: You disobeyed our masters, led other jedi to the war, became Supreme Commander of the Republic against the will of the Jedi Council, mercilessly killed Mandalorians, destroyed Malachor V, broke the rule of affection and had an affair with Malak, betrayed the Republic, fell to the Dark Side...

(Darth) Revan *in a force cage*: So you have listed my main achievements in recent years. As I see it, my shortcomings will come next, won't they?

Thanks to @lazygizka repost today, I recalled the post, got inspired, and another idea came to my mind. It's kind of similar to the post below, but not the same:

[spockvarietyhour]

Scary Luke and Kyle

[mishy-mashy]

Black Clover OC fic snippets (fics are based around the Golden Dawn)

POV: you leave the Magic Knights for 5 seconds so they can host their own festival ideas

"It might be a bad idea."

CRACK!

“I'm sure whatever you come up with is better than what the other knights have done,” William said smoothly, ignoring the resounding cry of “MY SPLEEN!!!”.

“... I dunno,” she muttered, looking off to the side.

“FOR THE LOVE OF CHEESE, SOMEONE HELP ME!!!”

“Anything is better than what the knights are doing,” he swore vehemently.

“Maybe, yeah… should we check that out first, though?”

“Yes, let's.”

The topic of William choosing between Patri and Julius

“Wait, wait.” She ground her fingers against her brows. “Don't tell me—you got so caught up on choosing options 1 or 2, that you didn't ever consider a step 2?”

The awkward silence was glorifying.

“You gotta be fucking with me. How the hell are you a Captain?”

“........”

“William Vangeance.”

“........... ‘m sorry,” he mumbled meekly.

William is called to crash and end a blind date

“Not to pop your bubble, but you can't try sticking around a bit longer? It's only been 40 minutes. He might not be as bad as-”

“It's Kirsch Vermillion.”

“-I'll be right there to grab you, don't worry. Good job on lasting this long.”

William's commentary over a play leads to talking about Alecdora’s "Lord Vangeance" obsession

“I think I like you more than Esmerelda,” William commented, walking away from the venue.

“Huh?”

“Esmerelda liked the phantom, but was still put off by his face. I like you, who doesn't mind my face at all.”

“Who would mind your face?” she asked, incredulous. “Show it to Alecdora, and he'd die with joy to finally see what's beneath that helmet.”

“That's a bit extreme.”

“What's extreme is the Lord Vangeance shrine he set up, which you won't let me take down-”

“We accept all forms of religion-”

“You just have a big ego, don't you-”

“Even if you took it down, he'd put it up again with sacrifices of apology.”

“Didn't you accept the order for a statue made in your image?”

William shrugged noncommittally, smiling. “I can't stop him.”

“You're literally the only one who can?!”

Augustus's general impression on the Clover Kingdom

“Uh.. Is that a jester?”

“Ahem. Augustus Kira Clover XIII, has taken the stage.”

“Oh shit!”

Surprise over the Black Bulls' squad rank at the Star Festival involved spilled milk

“Second place goes to…”

The Silver Eagle? he guessed unenthusiastically, sipping his cup of flavored milk. It's the expected outcome, after all. Either them or the Crimson Lion, as it'd always been.

“The Black Bulls!”

“BLFFFFT.”

“Hey!!” David cried out, cape soaked in milk. “What the heck, man?”

William assigns a mission so two squad members get along. Mission failed successfully?

“And this idiot managed to throw it in a way that it landed on top of us-!”

“I told you, someone put a tree in the way-”

“We were in a fucking forest!! Why don't you learn to throw?!”

“The only thing I'm going to be throwing are these hands-”

“Why you-!”

[atopvisenyashill]

im not dogging that anon or anything i definitely get wondering what it would take to get a ruling queen in westeros (it’s LITERALLY a plot point lol) and they bring up rhaenyra specifically in the book but like, roose calls alysanne a shrew and she’s considered the shining beacon of targaryen queens like these people just don’t like women lmao they will never choose a woman to rule over them unless they have no other option they’re just haters

[hollowknightinsanity]

Made a chart on some stuff in HK:EP some people might be confused about.

I think I’ve said before on this blog that Grimm and Holly are technically related by blood, but I never really explained that in detail, so here’s something more concrete.

Ylenik (Goddess of Dreams) is the biological mother of The Radiance and Grimm. She created them in order to preserve Her legacy, and made each of them respectively the gods of positive dreams (Radi) and nightmares (Grimm). The two of them are twin siblings.

Yemekkum (Goddess of Emotional Darkness/Negativity) created Void as a substance after Ylenik’s “death”/disappearance. Void isn’t alive in the same way we are, nor is it entirely sentient/sapient, but it’s definitely not inanimate. Yemekkum and Ylenik are sisters.

Because Radi, Grimm and Void are all living (in one way or another), that makes them technically cousins.

Chrysanthus (PK) and Viol (WL) are the biological parents of the Vessels. They utilised the Void in the Abyss beneath Hallownest to emotionally hollow them out to create empty gods to seal The Radiance and her infection. Void is an integral part of the Vessels’ biology, and technically their third parent.

Because the Void is technically alive, and is technically Grimm and Radi’s cousin, that would make the Dream twins TECHNICALLY biologically related to the vessels.

Fun 👍

[ocegion]

a friend recently moved to London and sent me this today. So this is the country that's so wound up about trans people and pronouns huh

[softieghost]

Lymond's Band of Merry Travelers

Lymond's Socialist Initiative (with guns)

Lymond's Commune of Former Knights (and Artists)

St. Francis's Church of Himself

[undefeatablesin]

Anyway pls enjoy this Good Hunter Ruza WIP lol ✨️

[adventurersdelight]

[dairine-bonnet]

Amnesiac Revan: What's the point in searching for peace if I don't even have the place I can call my home... You don't have such a place too, Bastila, do you?

Bastila: ...Dantooine is my home...