#A GENTLEMAN'S SWORD

[boyleblr]

✨just jack barak wearing a blankie while playing with a sword he found in the local pond ✨

[illustratus]

An Interrupted Duel by Marcus Stone

[beastsovrevelation]

Michael's so stern, and laconic, she's honestly just... Cold. But, I think she'd be so gallant towards a female love interest.

Damn... Imagine her kissing your hand (and refusing to break eye contact as she does it).

One could swoon. I'd say she definitely goes on one knee to propose.

Her Spartan demeanor does soften in her love interest's presence. A fond smile lights up her lips, and her piercing eyes shine with adoration. She mindlessly does things like brushing a lock of her so's hair behind her ear, putting her arm around her, or having her sit on her lap.

I also think (since she's the Champion) she has a pathological need to protect. Honestly, it might cause tension as she gets patronizing, even controlling. She's used to being obeyed without question, after all.

[rithalie-sideblog]

I want Mizu’s father to be a complicated character.

I’m a sucker for reformed fathers and while I don’t think it will happen, I want Mizu’s father to be VERY morally grey. Give me a man who doesn’t believe in fairness or goodness anymore. Give me a man who had been through so goddamn much he can’t even see the kindness for what it is. A man who sells souls and bargains with demons and kills people with equal amount of interest. A man who doesn’t believe himself to be a god or melomaniac but simply a practical man who knows what he is and what he is not.

A man who knows he’s not good, and doesn’t dare to think he is, a man who has been broken once and put himself back together out of sheer force of will.

Man who, at his heart, still remains humble street rat.

Man who is friends with horrible people because deep down he doesn’t believe he deserves better ones. A pact brother to Fowler, who he matches in strength and brutality but not exactly in tastes or debauchery.

Give me a man who once had a goal, he reached it or failed it and now has to keep going, because he made a lot of people dependable on him. A man who keeps his people fed and safe but doesn’t tolerate the littlest bit of resistance or disloyalty because he fell for that once before and he’s still hurt. (Sounds familiar?)

Give us man who maybe had a son or two already but secretly wants a child that he could protect and maybe save and who deep deep down dreams of having a daughter he could spoil rotten. His little princess.

And then he meets Mizu’s mother and he either falls in love or he doesn’t but he suddenly has a goal again and he would be damned if he loses it. And he does lose it, either by having his daughter stolen from him and killing everyone responsible for it, or by thinking both his daughter and his woman were murdered.

Let us see his breaking point, him losing himself in cruelty once again, because he had just what he wanted in the palm of his hand and he threw it all away for a business trip or a seemingly important deal back in London, which turns out to be his biggest mistake.

And then give us a man who sees his daughter again but she’s not his little princess anymore. She never was.

Give us a man who is furious at what this world shaped his daughter to be. Who sees himself in her and he’s seething because he very much wanted her to be the opposite. To be happy and spoiled and loved. And Mizu is not.

She is ruthless, she is vary and she rarely sees kindness for what it is, especially in a foreign land. And she doesn’t trust him, even as he offers help in killing men that Fowler made her hate with his meddling. Men she suspects are either her father or the devil he works with.

Give me man trying desperately to make connection. Even as he bends the rules for her and breaks his own promises and lets himself care again.

And if it all fails and if she discovers he’s her father, he still tries to find a way to keep her. To protect her, shield her. Even if it’s by blackmail, even if he holds her friend’s lives in the palm of his hand as he offers her all the power he has. Even as she hates him with that reckless abandon we all know her to possess.

Give us a man who made a clan out of outlaws and makes Mizu his heir and their princess, as she screams and kicks and tries to get out of this position.

[mermaidlighthouse]

The complete lack of self awareness in Stede’s “a lot of your friends are troubled aren’t they?” while Buttons is literally chanting and burning sage to facilitate turning into a fuckin bird is a level of Himbo few will ever even glimpse but all should aspire to

Stede, muffin, sugar bear, dew drop…..your entire crew is off the walls bonkers but yeah sure Ed’s pirate friends are “troubled” 🫤

[katiajewelbox]

A heartwarming portrait of the male protagonist of the anime Vision of Escaflowne Van Fanel and his devoted companion the catgirl Merle. Features official art from the anime series with my digital edits in Picmix.

[thebunnednun]

Shadows of the Blade Dracule Mihawk x Fem!Reader

Chapter Two: Bonds Strengthened

Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, your friendship with Mihawk deepened. Despite his aloof demeanor and formidable reputation, you found yourself drawn to his quiet wisdom and unwavering loyalty.

On the deck of the Thousand Sunny, you spent hours honing your swordsmanship under Mihawk's tutelage, soaking in his knowledge like a sponge. His teachings were as sharp as the blade he wielded, his guidance patient yet precise.

"Focus your energy," he would say, his voice a steady anchor amidst the chaos of battle. "Let the rhythm of your movements flow like water, fluid and unyielding."

With each swing of your blade, you felt yourself growing stronger, more confident in your abilities. And though there were moments of frustration and setbacks, Mihawk remained a steadfast mentor, offering encouragement and support when you needed it most.

But it wasn't just in the heat of battle that your bond flourished. In quiet moments aboard the ship, you found yourself sharing stories and laughter with Mihawk, exchanging tales of adventure and camaraderie.

On one such evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you and Mihawk sat side by side on the deck, watching the stars twinkle overhead.

"It's peaceful out here," you remarked, breaking the comfortable silence between you.

Mihawk nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on the shimmering expanse of the night sky. "A welcome respite from the chaos of the world," he replied, his voice soft yet resonant.

For a moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of tranquility and contentment. In Mihawk's presence, you felt a sense of belonging, a feeling that you had found a kindred spirit amidst the vastness of the sea.

As the night wore on, you and Mihawk shared stories of your pasts, opening up to one another in ways you never thought possible. And with each tale told and each moment shared, the bond between you grew stronger, forged in the crucible of friendship and trust.

And so, as the stars faded into the dawn, you knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, you would face them with Mihawk by your side. For in the heart of the sea, amidst the shadows of the blade, you had found a friend for life.

To be continued...

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I hope you enjoy this continuation of their friendship! Let me know if you'd like to explore their relationship further or if there's anything else you'd like to see in the story.

[siremasterlawrence]

In The Dark Ages Part 1

I woke up in a alternate reality that I in some unintentional effort manage to create in a sheer horror of it all but it’s in a the oddest of situations that I found myself in and soon enough.

I manage to get myself invited in to a brand new spanking palace in the midst of Aussie Haven a gigantic island and the six kings who are related but yet hate each other with very fiber of their being.

Part 1

King Alan Jackson Lyle is eldest of the six or seven brothers who rule and inhabit that old palace which has been in existence to for all eternity since the beginning and I love his nerve.

He sat in his glorious massive, golden and beautiful throne room that stretches for a thousand miles on and he sits proud as a peacock with his sword adorned with multi colored jewelry.

The sword stuck in to the stone ground with this heavy thunderous power sending chills in to my spine but stay strong as he lifts it up to me and pointing straight my way with a sharp edge.

I laugh a bit stomping my feet to his shock the doors closes behind us all, it it just us too now trapped behind four doors and he rises to his feet in utter defiance of it all so sweet.

King is amused clapping his hands with a gorgeous smile across his face making me plush but I resist as he continues on with his rambunctious applause so extraordinarily loud.

He grabs his sword running to edge of the platform he does a leap in to dive doing a perfect landing and faces me head on but

I have plans and take my chances landing a punch to his gut.

He loses it in a rage of pure anger raising his sword in to the air as he strikes me but misses as I easily evade me and I block all there attacks and that’s when I see my alley has arrived.

My alley throws me a sword he has crafted for me and I begin to imbue it with my power as it lit up on a sensational color displaying it and I go in to full attack mode striking him on the head.

The sword’s battle blow to blow till I hit him to the side as he falls to the floor, the sword goes flying across the room and I point it at him stopping him cold on the head slam his fist with it.

“Ian rise to your feet because you submit to me now in every conceivable way possible and you know yes.”

“Yes Master Lawrence! You are king forever but what do we do with your alley.” Ian ask about his brother.

“Yes! Well Ian take your sword up that’s it my boi, stop him at all cost and suspend him for me.”

“My pleasure.” He says to me.

“You think you can best brother? Bring it “

“Oh Brandon! I am already winning.”

“What the Devil Ian? Is this magic?”

“Indeed! Master Lawrence’s magic.”

“End it! Stab him”

Part 2

Brandon took another swing but another one a sword tackles it, pressing it with much more power and precision pinning him to the wall and his brother did best him for me his king.

Brandon’s horrifying expression on his face says it all as Ian stabs him in the stomach with a fierce intensity as he cries out in a inner pain and he fell forward to the ground and in to my arms.

He stares up at me as the last moments of this man washes away and soon he sees me as his one and only happily giving me all of his power and influence as we as his throne.

“Oh Master Lawrence! How did you manage to win us over?” Brandon.

“You usurped my power.” Ian

“Our power” Brandon

“Simple! It was always mine”

“I am your God!”

“Yes SIR”

“How shall we make you proud next?”

“I want the continent in full”

“As you wish”

“We love you Master”

“In what way”

“In every way”

“Get ready for battle “

“Sir Yes Sir”

“We are on our way”

To Be Continued

[rainymeadows]

where's my Lupin v Layton swordfight

[snekatiemainy]

Do you guys even know. Behuh

[millidew]

WAKES UP IN A COLD SWEAT. kaemugi utenanthy/rgu au. junko akio. monokuma chuu-chuu. it’s all coming together

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The challenge by John Arthur Lomax

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

"I wanted to play drums because I fell in love with the glitter and the lights, but it wasn't about adulation. It was being up there playing."

- Charlie Watts

[lordsxfgondor]

You ever have the middle of the story and you want to know what happened? Yeah that's sort of what this is but different. This is Faramir, Damrod, and Anborn meeting Rhadrog and Laeglaw.

Aka the wise one drags the somewhat childish one to meet the shy one and the healer then the feral one shows up because throwing hands must be done with him around or it's just not right. (Anborn is feral, I don't make the rules I just tell it as I see it and let's be real you have to be somewhat feral to survive there.)

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Damrod gleefully dragged his friend to the tavern he’d discovered a little under a month before while Faramir had been busy with some sort of family dinner. Anborn had waved them off since he still had one last test so he could be positioned with them, and was going to join them later. When they entered there was a group of city guards in one corner, an off duty tower guard at the bar, and a few regulars. Faramir slipped off to find a table while Damrod got their drinks.

At last he sat across from the Steward’s son and slid his tankard across the table. Faramir snatched it up with a wry smile and clanked it against Damrod’s own in a silent mutual agreement that they were glad to finally be done with that dreadful school. Some of the guards caught Faramir’s attention and Damrod internally groaned seeing it. Still he followed his friend’s gaze to see a cluster of them around a boy, well a man but not one much older than he and Faramir were, who looked foriegn to him. Faramir sent him a look, silently asking his opinion on the situation. Damrod studied them for a moment then shrugged, giving Faramir an innocent look. Faramir raised an eyebrow then drained his tankard.

“Far-”

“He needs help, whether he thinks so or not.”

Damrod groaned and stood, exasperated, then followed him over.

“What’s the matter, boy, only able to speak your mother tongue?”

The group laughed at the question, and one of them pulled his fist back to punch the young man. As Damrod expected Faramir caught the guy’s wrist.

“What the-”

“Boy, you should get back to your drink.”

“The young man is a soldier of Gondor as well, is he not?”

“It doesn’t matter! The whelp must be a spy, not even in our southernmost lands are people so dark.”

The group agreed and Faramir slipped between them and stood in front of the young man, who Damrod now noticed was wearing an old and worn version of the city guard uniform. Sickened that these men would turn on one of their own he moved to join Faramir as well. Idly he wondered if maybe they should have left their hooded cloaks back in their room for the night but Faramir insisted on bringing them as he seldom did without good cause. As one of the guards reeled back a fist then sent it flying towards Faramir’s face he lamented following his lead but watching Faramir duck under it, dragging the other man down then moving forward to drive an elbow into the guard’s gut was a thing of beauty. After that he lost track of what Faramir was doing as long as he and his friend didn’t get in each other’s way.

A familiar battle cry followed by three of the group landing in a heap told Damrod that Anborn had finally managed to join them and would be upset he missed the start of the fight. Grinning somewhat ferally Damrod helped finish taking down the few remaining guards then turned to see the young man on the ground, using Faramir’s lap as a pillow. Muffled snickering on his right told him Anborn was next to him and they were going to tease Faramir about this later. A young man with tousled black hair walked in looking furious until he saw all the guards sprawled on the ground, except the Tower Guard who was watching the four of them amused now- Damrod just knew that Faramir’s brother was going to hear about this and they would be teased about it for months- then he walked to Faramir and the young man on the ground.

“Rhadrog… Some day you are going to need to stand up for yourself.”

“He will… just not yet.”

“Who in the name of the Valar are you?”

“Just a recent graduate from the academy.”

“Well it seems like you just got very unlucky.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Aside from the tears in your clothes? Those were some of the most respected City Guard.”

“I see. So this is Rhadrog, and you are?”

“Laeglaw. We graduated at the same time, but no one wants to take us. They think he influenced me to be evil and is a spy himself.”

Faramir hummed and the Tower Guard walked over then. Crouching down next to Faramir he grinned.

“I take it you want these two with you and those rapscallions?”

“If we can talk Him into it. I’m not sure he’d be happy about us laying out so many of the Guard.”

“Aye… well if he asks I can testify to them deserving it. They shame themselves by refusing such talent.”

“Would you let him know I want to speak with him about it?”

“I will, but since you got in a fight…”

“I know.” Faramir stood and dragged Rhadrog up with him so the man wasn’t on the floor any longer. “Lead the way, and if you have the time and means to, some medical supplies would be nice. Also-”

“A needle and thread?”

“Just so.” 

The Guard laughed softly then led the five of them to a cell. Faramir laid Rhadrog on the cot then sat next to it, stripping off his torn tunic then tossing it to Damrod who did a quick check.

“This isn’t too bad. It will be fixed up in a few minutes once I get some thread. I think our new friend ended up the worst off.”

“He wasn’t fighting.” Anborn commented, annoyed.

Faramir nodded but didn’t seem surprised. Anborn gave him a look silently demanding an explanation. Damrod ignored that he was supposed to be older and sprawled, draping himself partly in Faramir’s lap.

“Fara, talk to me.”

Faramir smiled and ruffled his hair lightly. “He’ll be helpful in the future, but doesn’t think he deserves help now.”

“Well we will just have to change that.” Anborn replied promptly.

Faramir’s smile was brilliant and Laeglaw was making small choking noises.

“You- he- then.”

“Yes, I am Faramir, and these are Anborn and Damrod. If you would be kind enough to tend to our injuries as well I am sure Damrod would be willing to mend anything you and Rhadrog are wearing that need mending.”

The Guard appeared then and leaned against the bars. “I have some medical supplies and this,” he held up a small sewing kit which Damrod lunged for, “your brother will collect you lot in the morning. Those two might be being shipped out with you.”

Damrod waved and was already working to thread the needle so he could sew the clothes up. Faramir chuckled and settled in the corner where he could see everyone, Anborn across the cell from him where he could see outside the cell, and Laeglaw gave up on making sense of the situation in favor of patching up his injured friend.

“Do you know where you’re headed?"

“Probably Ithilien."

All work stopped as the three conscious men turned to the unconcerned son of the Steward. It was known that Ithilien was dangerous and only accepted the best, but none of them felt that they quite ranked up well enough for that assignment. Deciding not to worry much about it they focused on their self-assigned tasks. Damrod glanced at Faramir to find him bundled up in his cloak and dozing, Anborn watching outside the cell as well as inside it while their mutually agreed upon leader slept. 

A quick sign later and Anborn tossed his torn clothing to Damrod while taking Faramir’s tunic and setting it near him to grab when he got up. Laeglaw managed to get Rhadrog’s damaged clothes off him and set them in a small pile near Damrod who mended them first so the injured man could stay warm. It was late when he finished and as Damrod looked up he noticed that Faramir was sitting where Anborn had been and Anborn was leaning against Laeglaw in the corner.

“Sleep, Damrod. We won’t leave you here.” Faramir murmured lowly, knowing that it was something that Damrod worried about and Damrod got up with a small groan then climbed on the cot next to Rhadrog who looked a bit better. With a small gesture to Faramir he was asleep as well.

The sound of the door opening woke him and he felt Rhadrog tense beside him.

“Really, little one?”

“Are you upset with me for finding another stray I want to keep?”

“Perhaps not but there are better ways.”

“You taught me that people who are being hurt by those they should trust need to be defended.”

Laughter and Damrod knew without looking that Boromir and Faramir were hugging tightly. He smiled and cracked his eyes open a little to see the absolutely shocked expression on Rhadrog’s face as he finally realized who exactly had rescued him.

“Very well, I will put these two with you as well. Just do me the favor of trying to keep them in line. Apparently some of the guards are afraid of that one.” Boromir pointed towards Anborn who grinned at him. Boromir nodded and stepped away so they could get up and leave. “Oh, and little brother?”

“Yes?”

“I am proud of you.”

[prizmadiik]

𝔖𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰

[otakutemmiebooks]

Sorry I died for a bit, been playing Tears of the Kingdom. This is my current tbr.