#Baldric

[spockvarietyhour]

The evolution of Worf's Sash

Worf's Baldric has changed a few times over the course of the series he's been on. Here's a quick overview

Season 1

Just straight off of TOS, Soft,cozy, pageanty. Don't know what the symbol might be but Kang and Kor wore the same symbol.

(seems sparklier) It doesn't denote their house, so who knows.

Worf's sash remains unchanged for the entirety of the first season.

Season 2 brings Worf's iconic baldric:

It's made out of bike chains.

sometimes it goes off center and you can see how it's attached:

the next major change comes in Generations

The Symbols on it have changed, I'm guessing so it pops more on screen. The bottom one is the Crest of the House of Mogh. He'll carry it over to DS9:

although I am noticing it is now upside down. but that is how it stays.

It looks like a bug. As it is set this way by the time First Contact rolls around it is also facing the same way

The whole saga of the second and final of the House of Mogh and Worf joining the House of Martok means the crest is replaced with one ripped from his sleeve.

And while Insurrection and Nemesis barely acknowledge and actively fight Worf's time on DS9 he still has his Martok family crest.

Now this would be the end, normally, but Star Trek Picard gave us this

New baldric, probably less heavy. The Crests have changed, somewhat. The Martok family crest's arrow is now much bigger than the claw, so something might have changed in the family? and the top symbol is also differently stylized.

Worf's primary sash is unique throughout Star Trek, we've never seen any other Klingon wear the bicycle chain.

this seems to be the common sash in the KDF.

Finally, a couple of ceremonial sashes:

What's this one on his Ceremonial/Dress sash? maybe a fancy version of the family crest? or both symbols together?

And then sad Worf sash from All Good Things....

Thank you for reading thru Sash Talk.

[suffer-my-beloved-mutuals]

Ok here is baldric I’m going to maybe try not draw tanhauser and rehua like immediately but we will see

[whogirl2011]

Lost and found (the road trip) | Dwight X Gretta | One shot | a little over 3.8k words | Rated: T for light romantic themes and kissing.

A Dwight in shining armor Fanfic

Summary: After graduation Dwight and Gretta go on their first ever roadtrip together to see places outside of Woodside.

This was made for @shiningsmoochweek a prompt week of favorite couples in Dwight in shining armor set up by the lovely @dwightinshiningarmorfan. It might be a little late but I'm happy to get this one out there. 🥰

Nana was doing a once over with Dwight, taking note of the few duffle bags and other items he was busy rearranging in the back seat of his recently acquired SUV. He opened the front door of his car, leaning over and checking for possibly the tenth time in his glovebox that he had his registration, insurance information, and a road map with a pack of multicolored pens. 

It was a plan for after they’d graduated. Dwight wanted to take Gretta to places neither of them had been–which, for both of them, turned out to be a lot. He was a small-town boy from Woodside, never experiencing the open road for himself full of bright lights, highway signs, and traffic so busy it could take any destination they chose and turn it into miles of moving inch by inch.

Gretta had never seen famous landmarks across the nation like the depths of the Grand Canyon in the Arizona heat. She had never been surrounded by palm trees instead of great oaks with sand between her toes, looking out into a steady ocean, the waves lapping at her calves. 

This road trip was going to change that.

“I think that’s everything,” Dwight said, coming out of his maroon vehicle, assuring his grandmother with a smile. She pulled him into a tight hug.

“Make sure you stop every few hours for a  stretch,” Nana told him. He opened his mouth to say something while still being held, but she continued, “And don’t try to drive more than eight hours in a day if you can.” He pulled back and nodded, attempting to speak again, but Nana carried on, “And make sure you check in from time to time to let me know how things are going.”

“I–”

“But not if you’re driving and need to keep your eyes on the road.”

“Got it,” Dwight blurted. He understood why she was being like this. Nana, after all, had been his sole guardian since losing his parents when he was only a toddler. He wondered if her worry for him was similar to when they had left for Alaska. The thought made him hug his Grandmother tightly one more time.

“I’m gonna miss you honey bear.”

“I’ll miss you too,” he spoke warmly, rubbing her back, “I’ll call you later when we hit a pit stop.” They released their embrace when they heard Baldric’s voice.

“And you remembered your tooth-cleaning brush?”

“Yes,” Gretta confirmed, following before they appeared from around the corner with Hexala and Chlodwig in tow. She was carrying a bag over her shoulder made of cloth enwrapped by rope. Chlodwig had a quiver over his shoulder, filled to bursting with arrows, and held a bow in one hand. Baldric had another bag made of cloth tied together with rope that looked much heavier than the one Gretta was carrying. An axe and multiple sheathed swords were tucked under his arm, clanging with each step.

“Nope! Hold up!” Dwight raised a hand with his palm out, gesturing a stop. “There’s no way you’re putting all that in my car.” Baldric dropped the weapons and the bag of armor at the curb giving out a huff. Chlodwig rolled his eyes, laying down the quiver and bow. “We’re going on this road trip for some sightseeing, not driving into battle with an army.”

“Wha–” Gretta began to argue, dropping the bag hanging off her shoulder beside the car.

“You can bring one sword.” Dwight put his pointer finger up. “One.” He dropped his arm and shook his head, picking up the bag that Gretta had set down, and leaned into the back of the car to place it on the backseat.

“One?” she mouthed, brows furrowing, looking down at the weapons on the ground. Gretta shrugged at the magician and prince and crouched down, pulling the array of swords from their scabbards to check them over.

“Here, Sir Dwight,” Hexala spoke, appearing at Dwight’s side as he came back out. She pulled a tall, narrow glass bottle from her bag. “Take this.” 

The cork in the top was sealed in by melted wax that dripped down the neck and shoulder. The knight squinted, looking closely into it. There were small rocks at the bottom and various dried herbs stuffed in with purple and silver powder sprinkled throughout.

“Uh, thanks?” he said, taking the bottle and rotating it around in his hands. “What is it?”

“It’s for good fortune on your travels.”

“Oh!” Dwight glanced over to where Gretta stood. She was holding a sword in each hand, studying them with her court magician and cousin. He let out a nervous ‘heh’ and nodded, quickly raising the bottle in thanks. Tucking the bottle in the back pocket of the driver’s seat, he knew he could probably use all the luck he could get. He checked his watch and spoke while exiting the car’s interior, “Come on Gretta, we’re burning daylight here.”

“Quickly Sir Dwight! What sword would you choose to bring along for our adventure? This one? hm?” She held one up and then the other. “Or this one?”

“I suggested she go with that one,” noted Baldric, pointing to the sword that had a circular arc curving upward on the guard, the sphere on the pommel was nestled into another arc facing the opposite way.

“And I that one,” added Chlodwig, pointing at the sword with a crescent moon framing the blade’s base. The pommel was another crescent moon, mirroring the guard.

“Anyone else wanna throw in their two cents?” asked Dwight, looking over towards Hexala and Nana.

“I think I'm gonna stay out of this one honey,” replied Nana. 

Hexala nodded her head in agreement next to her. “Swords aren’t this witch’s forte.”

“Well, Sir Dwight? Which one do you prefer?” Gretta raised the swords up again so he could look them both over.

When he took in the way she eagerly awaited an answer, the realization dawned on him how significant this decision was for someone like her. He couldn’t simply pick one at random just because he was beginning to get impatient. This was Gretta’s sword they were talking about–the very thing Gretta took pride in choosing whenever they’d faced danger during an adventure or while they were on a quest. And they were about to embark on a brand new adventure together. Just him and Gretta. 

Not only that, but a sword wasn’t just a weapon to the Princess. Sure, it was something she’d used to fight with for her own survival since she was little, but it also held sentimental value. It was a reminder of home, a comfort she’d beheld since she was two years old. In a way, it was kind of like Dwight’s stuffed sock monkey, Mr. Mooks. Was it practical to compare a weapon to a cuddly toy? No. Was he going to reveal to anyone, especially Gretta–he had Mr. Mooks secretly stashed in his bag for the trip? Also, no. 

“Sir Dwight, daylight is burning,” Gretta stated, using his own words against him. Now he was the one stalling.

“I’m thinking,” Dwight replied. “Which of these swords has helped us out of a bad situation before?” 

“Both,” she answered, holding them up proudly with a smile.

“Kay…” Dwight trailed, “Well, which one belonged to your grandmother?” 

“Both.” 

“Alright, just–get them both in there, then,” he told her, jabbing a thumb behind him towards the car. She smiled giddily, sliding the swords back into their scabbards, and wrapping a belt around one of them. She kissed his cheek, holding the swords closely to her chest and she was off to pack them into the car. The girl could be absolutely impossible and exasperating at times, but he couldn’t help the smile curving his lips now when he looked over at his Princess so happy.

Chlodwig approached next as Gretta rejoined her knight. The prince reached out to cradle their faces in his hands. His thumbs rested at the front of their ears while his fingers curved around the nape of their necks. “Do not forget to send me something amongst your travels to share with our guy club assembly.”

“Don’t worry buddy, we’ll send you a postcard from the road,” Dwight said smiling at him

“Safe journey, dear cousin Gretta, dear brother Dwight.” Chlodwig put an arm around both of them and pulled them in closely. The Princess patted her hand against her cousin’s shoulder. Chlodwig let them go and nodded quickly when there was a sudden gruff clearing of a throat. He backed away as Baldric approached them.

“Everything ready?” The magician asked.

“Yeah, I think so.” Baldric placed his heavy hands on top of Dwight’s shoulders “Safe journey, Sir Dwight.” Suddenly, Dwight was pulled in for a bear hug, lifting him up off his feet, practically squeezing the air out of him. “Promise me, you and the Princess will return safely.”

“Will. Do. Prom…ise,” Dwight strained. 

Baldric let him go and looking at Gretta, he bowed his head. “I will keep you informed should any important matters arise in your absence.”

“And I shall keep you informed of our well-being during our travels.” Gretta raised her hand towards him where Baldric held it in between both of his. “Please take care of yourself and the kingdom while we are away.” 

Baldric nodded, releasing her hand after saying, “As you command, Your Royal Highness.”

“Upon our return, we shall share many pleasant tales, self mes, and spritely songs of our journey.”

“I’ll bring you back some souvenirs big guy,” added Dwight. 

“You must return home safely, Highness.” his eyes grew softer.

“Baldric, you mustn’t worry.” she placed a hand against his cheek. “With Sir Dwight and his high-bred steed to protect me on our travels, I shall.” Gretta hugged the large man, standing on her tiptoes. She breathed in deeply, attempting to fight the tears threatening to form as she inhaled the scent of his magician’s robe.

“Safe journey my child.” The words made Gretta hug him tighter. After a few moments, she released her embrace and nodded towards him, determination on her face.

When they made sure everything they needed was packed in the car and they were ready to go, they climbed into the car and put on their seat belts. Dwight started the car and they waved yelling farewells with the windows down before turning out of the cul de sac. 

As they drove through the familiar streets of Woodside towards the edge of town, Dwight had found it easy to breathe in the summer air. But with it being only him and Gretta in the car, nearing the sign ‘Leaving Woodside’, he could sense the atmosphere around them already starting to change. It was charged with electricity and anticipation, not knowing where this adventure would take them. 

Gretta turned to look behind them, her eyes on the opposite side of the sign welcoming people to their hometown. It became smaller and smaller as the distance grew. She turned back around, looking down at her hands in her lap before the sign could disappear completely from view. A hand came down and tapped the top of hers. It was a comfort, a reassurance that regardless of what fate had in store for them during this newfound wanderlust, he would be there by her side. 

“Do you believe everyone will be alright while we are away?” Gretta asked.

“They’ll be fine.” Dwight glanced over with a smile. “This is going to be a new experience for all of us,” he spoke, squeezing her hand, “but that’s a good thing.” 

A smile spread across her face, “I look forward to this new experience with you, Sir Dwight.”

With his eyes still on the road, he brought her hand towards him, kissing the top of it. “I’m looking forward to this with you too.”

He tried to keep travel similar to their smaller journeys the best he could in what Gretta called his trusty high-bred steed; it was a hybrid SUV. The windows were partially rolled down, and music played from the car stereo. Dwight hummed to songs from his playlist, tapping along to the beat with his thumbs on the steering wheel while Gretta would tap her thigh or use her foot to tap at the floor mat under her feet. She was familiar with the spritely ballads he listened to, catching lyrics of love, adventure, and becoming someone’s wildest dreams.

For hours, the scenery changed and passed by. Woods with tall trees were to either side of them, fading into flat plains of grass with rolling hills in the distance. On vast fields of farmland, cows, horses, and sheep roamed and grazed without a care in the world in their fences built to keep them safe and away from the roads. 

Driving along straight roads for miles made him more at ease to take his right hand off the wheel. Gretta would often use the opportunity to reach over and claim his unoccupied hand, entwining their fingers, or casually thread her fingers through the soft dark hair at his nape. And when they would stop at a red light, he made a habit of taking her hand and pressing his lips against her knuckles.

They took breaks at rest stops and gas stations, stretching together after sitting in the car for long periods of time. They checked in with loved ones on their beckoning devices, used the bathroom, and refueled. At a few places, the pair drew the attention of people around them, curious of their story roaming small aisles and fridge sections to replenish their snacks and water. Store clerks, on the other hand, were either complacent or friendly at their job, continuing to perform their tasks as usual, seemingly unfazed by the girl in medieval-style clothing. They exchanged pleasantries with one another at the counter and soon after grabbing their supplies, Dwight and Gretta were back out on the road.

Late into their journey for the day, Dwight and Gretta found themselves in a cozy diner, sitting in a booth, looking over the menus. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air and made Gretta’s stomach growl in impatience. She reached over and took a sip of orange soda from her glass to keep it at bay. A sweet lady with a smile warm and welcoming approached the couple. She wore a light blue waitress uniform and had a white apron tied around her waist. The shiny silver name tag on her uniform said ‘Sarah’. 

“So, What can I get you folks tonight?”

“Ladies first.” Dwight gestured towards her.

“I will have the chicken and mashed potatoes with gravy,” Gretta said, hooking her fingers together, and sitting up straight.

“And I think I’ll have the grilled salmon and steamed vegetables, please.”

The waitress nodded and scribbled down their orders and took their menus. “I’ll be back soon with your food.”

When their meals arrived, Gretta didn’t hesitate for a second to dig into her mashed potatoes. Their creamy texture and buttery flavor melted in her mouth and the gravy carried the essence of cooked meat. She couldn’t help the groan that escaped when she swallowed.

“That good huh?” Dwight asked, forking some of his broccoli along with some carrots to put in his mouth. 

“It is absolutely exquisite.”

“Well, we haven’t exactly had much in the way of actual meals since we left.” Dwight shrugged, taking his bite of food for the first time and closing his eyes. The vegetables were cooked to perfection, he flaked a piece of salmon with his fork and ate it. It was the closest thing to a home cooked meal he’d had all day. “Okay, not gonna lie, this is pretty good.” Gretta cut into her chicken and ate a piece, Dwight was sure he caught her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Maybe we shouldn’t eat so many snacks and actually stop for the three square meals we’re supposed to be eating.”

“I agree,” Gretta replied. “We must keep up our strength if we are to endure long hours of traveling.” Dwight nodded, drinking some iced tea in his glass. His eyes watched the lemon slice bob in the liquid.

“How’s everything?” Sarah asked, appearing at their table a moment later.

“Everything’s great, thanks,” responded Dwight, placing his glass down on the counter.

“You two not from around here?” Sarah asked.

“No, we’re…” Dwight pulled out his phone from his pocket, “About 400 miles from home.”

“Sir Dwight and I are on a road trip,” Gretta stated. Sarah looked between them. 

“You two going to some Renaissance fair I don’t know about?”

“Uh, yeah, you could say that!” Dwight spoke up. “But we decided to leave early so we could enjoy the sights on the way.”

“Oh, how exciting!” she smiled. “Well, I’ll leave you two to finish your meals. I’ll be back to take your plates when you’re finished.”

“Excuse me, miss?” A voice boomed from across the diner. A stocky man on a barstool with a coffee had his hand raised to get her attention. Sarah scurried off towards the man and Gretta and Dwight continued talking and eating their food.

When they finished Sarah came back over and stacked their plates to carry them back to the kitchen.

“Would either of you like to see the dessert menu? I can make a real mean milkshake.” 

“Ooh,” spoke Gretta enticed. “What flavors do you have for milkshakes?”

“Let’s see, we’ve got your standard chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla but I can also do a peanut butter, banana, or a mint chocolate chip.” Dwight noticed the way Gretta’s eyes brightened at the mention of mint chocolate chip.

“I will have the mint chocolate shake if you would be so kind.” Gretta bowed her head towards her.

“Would you like that regular size or sharing size?” 

“How big is the sharing size?” Dwight asked.

“A sharing size is in a bigger glass with two straws but you get some extra in the malt cup.”

“Sounds good. We’ll take that then.” she took her notepad out and scribbled the order in pen.

“Whipped cream and a cherry?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

Dwight pulled out his phone and began to type away with his thumbs. “We should probably start looking for places to stop at for the night. There’s a premier inn about twenty minutes away from here. I could book us in, I mean, if that’s okay.” 

“Yes of course.” Gretta agreed, her hands secretly fidgeting under the table. “We must get ample rest if we plan to continue our journey on the morrow.”

Sarah appeared a moment later with their mint chocolate chip milkshake. The milkshake glass was filled to almost the rim along with whipped cream swirled into a peak topped by a cherry. She placed the paper-wrapped straws and the malt cup containing the leftovers of the milkshake on the counter, scurrying back off to help other customers. Dwight looked out the window at the sunset’s orange and pink hues, tapping the end of the covered straw on the counter. A light thwack of something hit him in the forehead. Gretta was giggling, about to put the cherry from the top of the milkshake into her mouth. He glanced down to see her paper straw sleeve at his side of the table. 

“What was that for?”

“It was a distraction so I could have the cherry.”

“You didn’t need to make a distraction to have the cherry, you know. You could’ve just asked.”

“True, and yet this way was much more fun,” she snickered teasingly, placing her straw into the milkshake and having a taste. Her eyes grew wide. “Oh. Sweet. Heaven.”

“Good?”

“It is simply divine.”

“Not as good as my blackberry cobbler though, right?”

“Dwight, nothing compares to your blackberry cobbler.”

Dwight grinned at that, placing his staw in with hers in the milkshake and sharing sip after sip all the while their eyes met. They spent another half hour there, deep in conversation taking their time drinking their milkshake, trying their best not to get brain freeze. Dwight paid their check, thanked Sarah, and wished her a pleasant evening. Sarah watched the pair leave hand in hand from the diner. She returned back to their table to clean up the dishes and found three gold coins sitting near the scribbled check for her tip.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Gretta’s gaze of the road passing by in Dwight’s headlights shifted to the passenger side window to take in the stars that were beginning to appear. She rolled down her window fully, dragging deep breaths of the summer night air into her lungs. Gretta didn’t seem to mind her hair getting a little windswept, watching the night sky as they passed by other cars, illuminated overhead highway signs, and exits. 

“You okay?” he wondered, hoping she wasn’t getting car sick after their hearty meal.

“No, no. Just embracing what little we have left of our first evening on this journey.” Gretta turned to see Dwight lowering his window all the way down too. The wind swept through his dark hair. The boy carried a sweetness in his eyes, all warm gooey brownies just out of the oven at night and honey hues flecked across them when the sun rose. She wanted to keep this. To keep him. Always.

He took in a breath and enjoyed this shared moment, glancing over. She had stopped looking at the sky and was looking over at him. A smile radiated from her before she turned to look back out the window.

Moments like these were what Dwight was secretly looking forward to the most. Witnessing Gretta’s bright eyes and the smile playing upon her lips; she was taking in a sense of freedom she’d never had before. It made his heart flutter with a swarm of butterflies while lightning bugs lit up his soul.

The fact that she had said yes to this idea in the first place spoke volumes. Now, she was beginning to map out her own life the way they were marking roads and places of interest from Dwight’s phone onto their folded map with circles, stars, and even hearts. She was showing him just how truly safe and happy she felt when they were together. 

Dwight really wanted to kiss her. 

He parked at the inn, beneath the warm glow of a lamppost. Their luggage was on the ground next to the SUV, forgotten. Gretta stood under the humming light, gazing into his gentle brown eyes. He cupped her face gently in his hands, brushing strands of hair behind her ears that were now all tousled from the wind. She moved slowly with him for his lips to brush against hers and when their lips met, everything simply melted away. It was the greatest feeling in the world.

And he couldn’t wait to show her more of it.

[fredpoptheprophet]

Gretta: "Sir Dwight?"

Dwight: "Yeah?"

Gretta: "What are we watching?"

Dwight: "Chlodwig challenged Jacopo to a duel to the death. I wouldn't let them kill each other so they appointed me as the ref."

Gretta:"I see. Is there any clear winner so far."

Dwight: " I don't know. They've just been taking turns punching each other for the past hour."

Chlodwig: "NO! YOUR MOTHER! *WACK*

Baldric: " Sir Dwight? Princess?

Gretta: "Yes?"

Baldric: " What are we watching?"

[louwhose]

Shining Smooch Week | Day Four | Gothic

Color Scheme: Purple

"You bewitched me."

—Gomez, The Addams Family

For @shiningsmoochweek! I could hardly do anything but the pair that includes the witch, could I? And the prompt as well as their dynamic made me think of Gomez and Morticia's relationship, which I blatantly drew inspiration from for this piece.

[dwightinshiningarmorfan]

Baldric: ... Like the famous wizard, Merlin.

Arthur: Merlin? A wizard? Pfft.

Merlin: *sweating* Mmmhmm, yeah, strange.

[vataro-ko]

[psychicbluebirdmiracle]

I forgot how absolutely ruthless baldric and gretta were in the first few episodes lol they were so mean on complete and total accident😂

[durtlesloveformagi]

-Kousachiko

-Baldric

-Bo

-Meilin

-Koucho

The BaiMei Love Children!

This Blog contains all of Baira’s and Koumei’s children.

I am aware that Koumei is a male in Anime, but he’s Transgender man in my headcanons. Hence the seahorse daddy.

Baira and Koumei are my main oc x canon ship so I gave them children.

For those who wants to see Koumei and Baira in their 40’s in my vision. Click here - https://www.tumblr.com/durtlesloveformagi/704372143728754688/okay-i-was-just-curious-and-wanna-draw-what-baira

KOUSACHIKO AKA ARTSY CHILD

Personality: Elegant, Graceful, Calm, Empathic, and Flirty.

Likes; Plays, Arts, playing with her pet rabbit, Yue, Nature walks.

Favorite Uncle/Aunt (besides Kouen): Kougyoku and Rasika

Favorite Food: Moon cakes and Kiwi

Favorite Animal; Rabbits

Favorite Colors: Pink and Light Green

Hero/Heroine: Moon Goddess Chang'e and Wonderwoman

Hobbie: Many Traditional Arts of Dancing, Chinese Calligraphy, and Singing. Also a secret MMA Fighter trained by Baba.

Quirks/Habits: When a child, she was not afraid to sing or dance with a big smile on her face. She loves to make new games or activities for her younger siblings. Older, Sometimes Kousachiko recites quotes from stories out of the blue. She's also very scary when angered, and forgets she has amazing strength that she inherited from her father, Baira. Always humming to herself and daydreaming.

BALDRIC AKA THE SMART ONE( MOMMY'S BOY)

Personality: Serious/Stoic, Quick-Witted, Strong-Willed, Overprotective, and Loyal.

Likes; Quality times with his family, especially with his mother, tasks done on time, Henna Tattooing with Aunt Rasika, and reading books in a quiet library.

Favorite Uncle/Aunt (besides Kouen): Rasika and Hakuryuu

Favorite Food: Spicy Chicken Curry

Favorite Animal; Owls

Favorite Colors: Burgundy and Gold

Hero/Heroine: Marduk and Ironman

Hobbie: Researching on subjects, Bird watching, Playing strategy mind games/puzzles, Sketching, and Polishing his combat training in his wolf beast form.

Quirks/Habits: When a child, Baldric is glued to Koumei's leg and very shy due to his lack of confidence with his stutter. Always asked Mommei what he was reading or to read a book to him. He has a stutter, it gets worse when flustered, overexcited, or angered. Can speak normally when discussing something that he's passionate about. Older, whenever he goes on his bird watching mission, he takes advantage of his wolf beast assimilated form to move quickly and quietly like he was hunting, just to draw the birds in his study books. Will defend his family over anything, even if it was just a joke. Easily gets annoyed by Meilin's mischief, and then enjoys watching him getting punished or grounded by their parents. Petty Brother? XD

BO AKA THE SWEET SHARK BOY

Personality: Shy, Easily Fluster, Kind, Gullible, and Generous.

Likes; Ocean, Making his family happy, Kind People, and Volunteering for those in need.

Favorite Uncle/Aunt (besides Kouen): San Wenyu ( @babymagi )

Favorite Food: Sea Food

Favorite Animal: Whale Shark

Favorite Colors: Pale blue and Lavender

Hero/Heroine: Poseidon and Aquaman

Hobbie: Swimming, Crafting trinkets /jewels out of recycling like fish nets and such, and collecting Coral/Sea Shells from deep diving, and descale fish.

Quirks/Habits: When a child, Bo hates leaving the house because he was extremely self conscious. Always hides behind either Baira's or Koumei's legs. Whenever he smiles, he tries to keep his lips closed to hide his sharp teeth. Unless you are one of the lucky ones that he loves and is comfortable with. Older, Bo always constantly being the voice of reason to Meilin to keep him out of trouble. Bo wants a boyfriend/girlfriend, but is too scared to kiss anyone because of his teeth and thought he might be too "hideous." Hate to be angry because he looks too scary when snapped, but always apologize to those that he did not intend to scare them.

MEILIN THE PROBLEM CHILD(DADDY'S BOY)

Personality: Daredevil, Mischievous, Smooth, Dramatic, and Saracatic.

Likes; Giving his father a near heart attack, annoying Baldric, Singing and belly/hips dancing, Crop tops, Horror/thriller theme, and Beating bullies' ass.

Favorite Uncle/Aunt (besides Kouen): Sachan, Judar, and Kouha all equal.

Favorite Food: All Meat, but absolutely no beef due to family religion.

Favorite Animal; Snake or Horse

Favorite Colors: Green and Teal

Hero/Heroine: Loki and Loki

Hobbie: Gymnastic Athlete, Pranks, Collecting Crystals and Knives, Witchcraft/Magic, horseback riding.

Quirks/Habits: When a baby, he constantly cries unless Baira was holding him and he shrieks when someone tries to take him away. When a child, he was a menace, constantly jumping off shelves or a horse to show off tricks and Baira constantly had to use dad superpower to save him nonstop and always called for him when he couldn't sleep. Older, Meilin always cried crocodile tears to Baira for anything resulting in Koumei being the law against him. Hence Koumei and Meilin get in arguments weekly over his reckless and rebellious actions or unfair rules. Baira will step in to put his foot down to show that he and Koumei are serious. Despite all the pranks and mischief, Meilin has a very strong sense of right and wrong as he also inherited Baira's Beowulf Djinn Ancestor Power. Meilin also loves to tease his naive boyfriend, Sinna, Son of Sinbad.

KOUCHO THE BUBBLY HAPPY CHILD

Personality: Happy-go-lucky, always giggling, sweetheart, creative, and rambunctious.

Likes; Braiding hairs, following everywhere Mommei goes, horsey rides with Meilin, sneak attacking her baba with flowers in his office, basically all kinds of quality time with her family.

Favorite Uncle/Aunt (besides Kouen): Judar and Hakuei

Favorite Food: Milk Balls (Gulab Jamun)

Favorite Animal; Butterflies

Favorite Colors: Baby Blue and Pink

Hero/Heroine: Ushas, Goddess of Dawn and Starfire

Hobbie: Hair styling, collecting butterflies, scrapbooking, stargazing, and writing stories.

Quirks/Habits: When a baby, she shocked everyone by wanting Judar to hold her, it was mainly because she was fascinated with his braided hair and butterfly accessories given by Alibaba. Always makes grabby hands to anyone that comes near her to be picked up and giggling along with cute snorting. Always have her butterfly shaped binky on her. When a child, Koucho follows everyone, but mainly her Mommei and has her own blue jade beads jewels. She was always filled with questions. "Are you sure Mommei said you can go out, Meilin-Ge?" She even has enlarged canine teeth like her Baba. She cannot cook, yet she looks up to Hakuei for cooking like she's a goddess… Run… and poor Baira's heart is shattering. Have her own protect the baby squad among both Ren and Sharma families.

[souliecrystalline]

Thats my blue boy, his name is Lamp (he's called Lamp cause he's got glowy eyes) he's is a alien, part of the galactic resistence movement. ---- Ese chico azul se llama Lamp ( a causa de sus ojos brillantes) el es un alien, parte del movimiento de resistencia galáctica ---- Esse carinha azul se chama Lamp ( ele é chamado assim porquê os olhos dele brilham) ele é um alien, parte do movimento de resistência galáctica. 

[disaref]

Pilot

Season 1, Episode 1

Summary: Dwight accidentally awakens an entire medieval kingdom hidden outside his suburban town.

Dwight riding bike past farmer’s market on his way to school

Begins to talk with Jules (Juliet) in hallway

He verifies that a strawberry she offers is organic before taking it

She asks him to take a picture of an endangered bellybutton owl for her newspaper article

He agrees eventually despite being busy with other things, including a bingo night fundraiser

Fast forward through school day

Crosses several items off of to-do list until he arrives at “Owl Pic for Jules”

Rides his bike to Woodside Woods

Sets bike down as he looks for owl to take picture of

As he spots it and is taking a picture, the ground gives way beneath his feet

Screaming as he falls into a dark chamber directly onto Princess Gretta

As he moves to get up, there is a kissing noise as he accidentally kisses her

He coughs from the dust immediately afterwards

Gretta opens her eyes

Dwight screams, rapidly pushes himself away and falls backward, growing increasingly terrified as she rises

Gretta rises to her feet and pulls out her sword, raising it towards him

Gretta: “Mortal enemy, or harmless peasant?”

Dwight is panicking, when Baldric comes in and stops her

Baldric explains that Dwight is Champion of the Champion Spell

Gretta begins to insult him in incredulity that he is her Champion

Dwight asking why this is necessary

Comprehensive list of insults Dwight is called in this episode: little wiggling worm, mucus-y little toad, little rabbit pellet, spineless tadpole, snivelling little weakling, grotesque little pustule

Dwight tries to stop it and smooth it over with diplomacy

Gretta demands a new champion, and the Champion Spell is explained why that is impossible

Contract of the Champion Spell: By waking this Princess with your kiss/ you agree to perform the office and/ function of her Champion until her/ hordes of enemies are defeated.

Dwight doesn’t believe this

He also does not want to have more obligations than he does already

As he is explaining this, he backs away into a troll

Screams

Gretta tackles him and Baldric uses magic to restrain the troll while they escape

[End cap of the intro with the card that shows the title of the show]

Dwight collapses once the are above ground to catch his breath

Introductions are made

Gretta roughly knights him “Sir Dwight”

Well established again that Gretta has enemies everywhere and Dwight is insistent that he did not kiss Gretta because it was an accidentally

Champion spell explained while fleeing through the woods

Dwight riding bike with both of them in tow

Going back to Woodside High

Farmer’s Market

Bill (farmer’s market guy): “The Renaissance Fair is setting up right over there.”

Gretta eating all the plums and Dwight paying for it before pulling her away

Where Gretta was raised: cliffside fortress, desert fortress, swamp fortress, underground fortress, forest fortress

Determine it was over a thousand years since the Champion Spell was cast

Ominously looking at modern things, i.e. motorcycle, skateboarding, etc.

Ominous monstrous hand rising from forest floor

Ominous bushes rustling behind Jules until Baldric, Gretta, and Dwight come outright

Introductions… go poorly

Dwight: “This is my turf, now. What we are going to call Nice… Nice Turf.”

Shakespeare Improv Troupe

Dwight Gives Juliet bellybutton owl picture

Go to Bingo Night Fundraiser

Dwight tells Baldric to stop introducing Gretta everywhere they go

Dwight missing some of his obligations

Baldric and Gretta ransacking the bake sale until Dwight stops themselves

Forces Dwight to check for poison

Dwight: “No. Nobody poisoned the Rice Krispie treats.”

Gretta has been fighting since she was old enough to hold a sword at two

Glee club president comes up to be friendly and Gretta immediately starts choking him not even looking at him

“Harmless peasant” to disengage

Dwight: “Every guy you see is not trying to kill you.” [Lights flicker and doors thrown open as Chlodwig in black suit of armor enters.] “Okay that guy’s trying to kill you.”

Swordfight until Chlodwig gets the upper hand

Dwight interrupts in his own way, by talking

Namecalling again upon discovering that he is Gretta’s Champion (see above for names)

Chlodwig picks Gretta up and carries her off

Everyone thought it was a great performance

Dwight and Baldric pursue on bike as they return to the woods

Dwight: “Well, as far as I’m concerned, I’m a freakin’ hero just for giving your butt a ride, warrior princess girl is not my problem.”

Baldric explains that if Gretta dies her Champion does as well

Gretta hanging over a pit of dragon fire

Chlodwig: “Call me… sugar plum.”

It is obvious he wants to marry her, Gretta clearly isn’t happy about it

He acts out the roles of everyone at a wedding

Dwight and Baldric show up

Chlodwig dislikes being so rejected and threatens to cut her down and leave her to the dragon

Dwight realizes that he needs to deal with this with diplomacy and starts to talk to Chlodwig

Dwight: “I didn’t come here to fight.” Chlodwig: “You came to die, then?”

Dwight is trying to get him up to speed on the world

Chlodwig: “I am on a quest to win the hand of Princess Gretta by fair means or foul.”

Dwight: “She’s just not that into you, man.”

Guy Club

Rules:

Don’t feed girls to dragons.

Instead, write a sad poem, learn a few chords on the guitar, and sing that to other girls

Chlodwig: “I am in your debt, Guy Club brother.”

Dwight gets Dwetta down with swinging a bit

Dwight: “I am the king of Nice Turf.”

Gretta: “You are not the Champion I expected. But… you may be the Champion I need.”

Figure out where they will live now, as Dwight’s neighbors

Planning out fortifications for the house

Gretta tries to start teaching Dwight sword fighting

Dwight: “Your look is awesome. Don’t change a thing.”

“It’s not going to get much worse than that, right? Right?”

Pizza peasant

[mushroomrooms]

Wild East: Foxy Encounter Page 8

The show has begun!

[whogirl2011]

@giftober 2023 day 1: First meeting

It was his kiss that woke you

No, no no no no I did not kiss her

Am I awake? then you kissed me

No, total accident no, I-I fell on my face... and you were under it.

should've read the contract.

[fredpoptheprophet]

Chlodwig: "Sir Dwight, you must."

Dwight: "No. I can't. I don't want her to be mad."

Chlodwig: "That is of no consequence to me, you lost our wager and you must be a man of your word."

Dwight: *sigh*

Later

Baldric: "Chlodwig, I was just outside and Princess Gretta is in pursuit of Sir Dwight!"

Dwight: *from outside* "Baldric! Don't leave!"

Chlodwig: "Ah yes, Sir Dwight has kept his end of our wager. Let us aid him."

Baldric: "Wager? What was his end of the wager?"

Dwight: *from outside* "She's got a knife!"

Chlodwig: " He had to refer to Gretta as her nickname, Piglet."

Gretta: *from outside* "YOU DO NOT CALL ME BY THAT NAME!"

Dwight: *from outside* "She's got two knives!"

[louwhose]

Shining Smooch Week | Day Seven | Hero

Color Scheme: Red

"I'm looking for the greatest magician in the world. Kind, tender, selfless, devoted, and dearly, dearly loved."

—Hexela, Dwight in Shining Armor, The Grim Reaper

For @shiningsmoochweek! You ever think much about the scene where Hexela sweeps into the Swine and Slosh Tavern and shows Brodogg what for? Because I absolutely don't.

But in all seriousness, I just love their dynamic, that they're always there for each other and always support each other. And honestly, that's so important and I think more heroic than our typical idea of it.

[dwightinshiningarmorfan]

Impromptu father-daughter dance 😭💞