#knignts

[bad-moodboard]

Sir Moore of Moore Hall kicks The Dragon of Wantley in it’s ‘Arse-gut’

Frontispiece of the libretto for the opera The Dragon of Wantley (1737)

[xllesis]

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Reverse 1999 headcanons!!

Characters I wrote headcanons for in this post -

Pavia, A Knight, A fool

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My last post about my Зима headcanons did very well! In fact, it was my most liked post on this account which I've created during January/February of this year!! I just wanted to thank you very much :3.

And again, some of these might be inaccurate/ooc! I'm basing the hcs on the characters appearance/voicelines, though some of them might just be what I think :3

By the way, I'm using they/them pronouns for the fool. I'm not sure if it's correct or not, but since there's a voiceline in which the fool declares that they have no gender, I'll just go with they/them for now. If it's incorrect, please let me know!!!!

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Pavia was a piano player. While it seems unrealistic, and quite out of character for him to play the piano, (because he very obviously seems like the person who you'd see with an electric guitar on his back), it's also not too far fetched. His 'perfect hands' (as he describes them,) adorn ten 'perfect' long fingers which seem to be familiar with the octaves of piano keys he has found in his basement. He'd try to recreate that melody his mother used to sing to him before she was sent to an asylum. Though he must admit, he hasn't played the instrument for long. Maybe a few months when he was younger at best. He found himself too bored with it, and the strings in his mind were being pulled by the thrill of holding a growling, and whaling (electric) guitar in his arms.

A knight was a red head. It seems almost comical, but before he has lost his appearance — except his muscular frame which was contoured by the cloak, and armour he usually wears (which also gives an idea of his height) — his hair was shoulder length. It was slightly wavy, but not much, because he didn't understand how to take care of it. It was usually slightly tousled, and thrown back against the back of his neck. He didn't tie it often though, and despite his hair bothering him, he has never thought about cutting it.

A fool often quotes shakespeare. "We know what we are, but know not what we may be." as the fool likes to say. Their hand dramatically stretched out above their head with the same blue rose (at least I think it is) held in their hand. Their fingers played around the stalk of the flower while their red bangs fell over their mask with their theatrical bow.

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I apologize if they are inaccurate, or cringy. I was a bit too lazy to add any more headcanons, but I will probably make more in the future if I will feel like it :3

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[noscomnias]

everytime i think i escape the enstars interest pipeline and can finally move on i always end up relistening to the music and just get sucked back in. i love enstars guys these stupid idol songs mean so much to me. i would be a totally different person without pavilion of sand, acanthe or break the prison in my life. lots of other songs as well but those 3 specifically

[imaginita-est-omnibus]

I need Sea of Monsters so bad that this is going to be the first Disney+ show I watch the BTS for.

[valiantloveobservation]

Melusine by ADSouto

[mondarxunivers]

[riotbrrrd]

I was having an insane dream tonight too but sadly I woke up at 4:50 and fell back asleep so what's left is only the shape of it

[atlasscrumpit]

Steve stressing out: People always video things they bought and they always tap them with their nails. Why? Why do they do that, Marc?

Marc: Steven what the fuck it's 4am

[aidenwaites]

The thing about Brienne/Jaime is that I can still quote lines related to them from the books by memory because I was very insane about them in high school

[itmegrenbee]

An animated interview with a knight! Rnaz'etir is a semi-public figure and local legend in Denton Texas, known primarily for his full set of armor and charming disposition! I got an opportunity to interview him, and then I made an animatic because why should anything be easy.

You can find Rnaz on Instagram and TikTok at: @rnazetir_the_knighted

[simpingland]

Ok so what abt…

lucerys with a knight!reader and hes like whipped and things their the coolest person ever but gets all nervous when he sees them training or talks to them

idk I think it’s cute 🙏😽

Trust // Lucerys Velaryon x neutral!Knignt!Reader

Summary: Luke is enchanted by a new young Knight. He is so desperate to impress his crush that he put himself in embarrasing situations.

A/N: Loved this request, but I had a headache trying to decide the pronouns!!!!!! But I sorted it out, thanks for reaching, hope you like it!<3

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Being a knight had never been Prince Lucerys Velaryon's dream. He had enough work trying to come to terms with being lord of Driftmark. But seeing you made him question many things. Your uniform of armor was one of a thousand things that had caught his eye. It had been Rhaenyra who had placed you close to all her family, you were one of the finest knights, young and respectable, though not of noble birth. Your primary duty was to protect the princes, and this was something Luke appreciated. His interest in learning to fight grew, and he used to pester Jace to spend more time with the sword, which he himself didn't like. But no one understood, and Luke carried it very quietly, knowing that his chance with you was nil. That didn't stop him from getting up early to watch you train, with that thin layer of sweat making you shine. He couldn't even feel jealous when some other knight made you smile, for he loved to see you in the comfort of being out of work.

It took him a long time to summon up the courage to speak to you, and as he had feared it went terribly wrong. He approached you with the intention of demonstrating how good he was at archery, which he was certainly better at than the sword. He deliberately positioned himself close to where you were resting, with a feigned air of confidence, and pretended to watch the arrows with precision.

"They are all the same, my Prince," you told him.

He instantly turned red.

"That's what I was checking."

He tried not to pretend he saw your smile, but it wasn't malicious either, the Prince looked very tender with that focused face. The first arrow was just a little off the centre of the target, and the court nobles applauded Luke falsely. Not you, you just stood and watched as Luke sighed in dissatisfaction. The second arrow missed completely and caused something of a commotion. When the third missed again, the laughter of the crowd was impossible to hide. That was the moment when Luke disappeared, with the excuse that he had to go back to his Valyrian lessons.

You would have liked to follow him, to tell him to ignore the people, but it was not appropriate. So the next day you made an effort to talk to him. You were walking along the beach, on your way to visit Arrax. The young prince kept his head down, looking everywhere and avoiding your face.

"The good thing about arrows, my Prince, is that during battle it doesn't matter how well you aim them, the important thing is that they hit the enemy, and they always go in masses."

You saw him smile sheepishly.

"The worst of it is that I am better at it than the sword," he replied.

"It is more important that you have a sharp mind than a knife. We'll take care of the rest.

"I know, it's just…I just…" you could see him try to say it, but he couldn't and you decided to change the subject.

"When I was little, I didn't have anything in the house except sticks and knives. No dolls, no books… I spent all day fighting with my siblings. But honestly, I wish I had had a lot more at my fingertips. I like knowing that I protect you and your family, my Prince, I just don't like the idea of going into battle. And knowing how to handle a sword or bow is not so reassuring. So don't be in a hurry to learn."

Luke didn't know how to tell you that he wasn't in a hurry to battle, he was in a hurry to impress you, of course that made him even more nervous. When Arrax appeared before you, the dragon, who was getting bigger every day, roared with joy at the sight of his rider. Then Luke forgot his nervousness, happy also to see his dearest friend. He could sense your nervousness, as you tried to move away from the creature, which, though beautiful, was still fierce.

"Arrax is very calm, you shouldn't be afraid of him" Luke tried to convince you.

"Well, your majesty, luckily I'm not the one who has to ride him."

"Do you…do you want to pet him?" He twisted his cloak in his hands.

"I don't want to risk losing my hands, Prince."

Maybe it was your fear, or maybe it was because Arrax's presence always made him feel better, but Luke started to get a little too confident. He turned to Arrax and whispered words in Valyrian that you did not understand. Then he took your hand, which was a little tense, and looked you in the eye.

"You are the bravest knight at court. And that Arrax knows." He watched as you smirked.

"And how does a dragon know that?"

"Well, because I told him."

When you laughed, Luke felt a stupid pride, and noticed how you squeezed his hand, still resisting.

"Are you sure he's not going to devour me? This armour must look pretty crunchy to him…"

"That armour to him is like a diamond to us, small, nice and shiny. Come on, trust me."

You looked into his eyes for a few seconds, he seemed to be begging for it.

Then you finally let him guide your hand, and slowly, he raised it for Arrax to sniff. You could see how it took him a few seconds before he finally rested his entire muzzle on your palm, and you felt a purr that was much louder than a cat's, but quite tender. Soon you could move your hand to stroke his face, neck and wings, the dragon circled around, making it clear that he liked you. And Luke kept his distance, watching you and admiring you. This stupid infatuation…he was never going to get over it at this pace.

Over the next few days, you could feel Luke's confidence to talk to you and smile at you grow. On the other hand, his desire to train had waned, and it was probably because of the humiliation he had recently endured.You could only watch the brothers from afar as they continued their lessons. Besides, Jace was a lousy learning partner, quick to get impatient and unable to understand that what Luke needed was a little patience. It wasn't your job to comfort him, so you had to hold back the urge to hug him and tell him how great he was without the need for swords. And the smiles you gave him only made him blush, though he always returned them, full of gratitude.

One of the many nights Luke couldn't sleep, he wandered around the castle aimlessly. And when he found you standing guard on the beach, he felt it was fate, though anything reminded him of you, for there was nothing else on his mind but you. The gentle breeze put those curls of his in front of his face, making him feel awkward, yet the breeze moved your hair in a poetic, almost dreamy way.

"Are you on night watch?" he asked, unable to think of anything else.

"Yes, my Prince. One of the knights has taken ill and owed me a favour."

"I hope it won't take long."

"Don't worry, I find it hard to rest so I like to be doing something at night…like you, I suppose."

"I couldn't sleep," Luke regretted his words instantly, for something in common you'd found and he's going to correct you. "Aren't you bored?"

"I'd like to tell you that the views are so beautiful that this is a pleasure…but the truth is that after three hours it gets repetitive."

Luke laughed as you smiled, glad to see him so relaxed. He stayed a while longer keeping you company, talking to you about the things he had done with Jace that day. He also asked you about your life before the Kingsguard, listening intently, entranced by your every word.

"Your parents must be proud of you," Luke said, picking up and throwing sand in his hands.

"They would have been happier if I had given them grandchildren, but the armour impressed them quite a bit too. Yours must be proud too. Everyone knows how clever you are."

"But it's no use. My father was able to fight at the Battle of Stepstones. I can't even hold a sword properly." His sad tone touched you and made you impatient in equal measure.

"I think you should put an end to that attitude once and for all. Come, let's practice!" Your enthusiasm caught him by surprise.

"Right now?"

"Yes! We have the whole beach to ourselves, we can take the swords from the cupboard. I think it's time you gain some confidence."

He followed you, somewhat confused and nervous, but your smile managed to reassure him. In the quiet of the beach, you guided Luke through every move. Being patient, clear and concise. And even though Luke was hesitant, he followed your instructions well and gained confidence by the minute."You're doing great, my Prince. But I think it's time you try to surprise me. Attac."

"What if I hurt you?" he asked unsure, though Luke thought he sounded arrogant.

"That's the whole idea of this…"

"I mean if I'm so clumsy that I end up hurting you without meaning to." The boy knew what he meant, and it took you a moment to remember that one time he pull out his uncle's eye as a kid.

"You'd rather practice with the bow?"Luke preferred to practice other things, but even thinking that already made him nervous, so he agreed to switch weapons. With torches illuminating the target, you walked a considerable distance. Luke knew the theory inside out, but it still made him tense, and even more so knowing you were watching him."You need to relax a bit," you pointed out. His arm was dislocated. When you placed your hands on his sleeve, Luke swallowed, letting you lead him on. "A little higher… let go."

When he shooted he missed. He couldn't hold back the insults, directing them at no one in particular. He kicked as you picked up the only arrow available.

"I should stop wasting your time…" he apologised dejectedly, handing the bow back to you.

"No, please!" You stopped him before he even turned around. "I don't want you to leave…not like this."

He sighed, looking you in the eyes and flattered, you wanted him to stay with you…you didn't want to see him sad, you genuinely care about him and Luke now knew that. He let you reposition his whole posture again.

"It's just that I always do something wrong…and I don't know what it is," confessed the Prince.

"It's not something you do, it's something you don't do. And it's being patient, being calm. And to do that you have to believe in yourself." Your voice caressed his face, his pulse quickening.

"What if I never get to believe in myself because I never achieve anything? It would be a hellish cycle." The arrow was still tense, he couldn't look at you.

"Then think of me. I trusted you, and I got to touch a dragon. How many knights can say that?"

He could see your beautiful smile, as encouraging as ever, and Luke caught his breath. You were so close to him that you could feel him stand up straight and seem to grow taller by the second, as if he was becoming a true Lord in front of you. When he finally released the arrow, it hit the centre of the bullseye. A clean and beautiful sound, as well as his smile full of joy. You gave him a hug on impulse, unaware that you were on duty or that it was the Prince. He didn't seem bothered though, returning your embrace with some surprise but full of affection. When you pulled apart, you looked at that sweet face and were at a loss for words.Luke couldn't find any appropriate ones either, nor was he able to keep his hands off your shoulders. It was strangely pleasant, and it took you quite a while to come out of your trance.

"I told you you could," you said, giving him a loving punch that pushed him away. The celebration went on for a while longer, with arrows still hitting the target, jokes and more silly anecdotes. As the sun began to appear, your turn was about to end. You walked together to the castle.

"I have to say I'm going to 'roll' into my bed," you were already starting to unbutton some of your armour, but first you had to escort Luke to his room.

"You make me envious, I'm due for Valyrian lessons in a bit."

"By the gods, I'm so sorry. I should have made you go back to bed, my Prince," you felt terrible, though Luke blushed at your dismay for him.

"No, no, no…it's not your fault. I'd trade a hundred hours of sleep to be able to spend even one awake with you."

The confession came as a surprise, and Luke knew it had sounded just as he felt it, because your eyes shone differently. If he could he would have run, but the warmth you radiated made him hold out a little hope. And the confession was repaid when you took his hand, gave him a little bow and planted a kiss on his knuckles.

There was no need to answer him, Luke could see you for the rest of the days, in your shining armour, and he could hear your voice whenever he needed to confide in him. He never told you, but it became obvious, that the night he roamed the castle he couldn't sleep because you were in his thoughts, remembering the touch of your hand on his. And now, he achived not only a kiss, but your love and trust.

[chatterkat]

With Oz not knowing what happened I guess it kills the Oz knew Jaune was the Rusted Knignt theory huh? He’s gonna have his mind blown when he learns about the Gods and the Ever After.

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

darling who does everything they can to escape the compound Arkham Knignt Jason brought them to because they believe Bruce needs to know that Jason is alive! Jason wasn’t there when it happened, but Darling saw how concerned Bruce was when it was clear Jason was missing, how the stress of guilt ate away at him as the months went by, how the criminals of Gotham became a bit more beat up than usual

Bruce needs to know, for his sake as well as Jason’s, and once Darling gets in contact with Batman he can help Darling convince Jason to leave this crusade of his, that Bruce actually cared so much for him and did everything he could to find him while he thought he was alive.

Jason would not be happy to learn that this is the sole reason why Darling wants to leave him. It’s as if Darling, the one person he loves and cares for most in the world, the only person he feels never forgot about him, is siding with Bruce and not him. Darling tries to reassure Jason that they love him still, which is why they need to get Batman, so that they can bring him home. But Jason is too embroiled in his hatred of Bruce and the trauma of what happened to think clearly. He may not believe that Darling is “betraying” him (his love for them out weighs any negative feelings he may feel for them) but that Bruce somehow manipulated them to abandon Jason too

He would be convinced that Bruce had lied to Darling to not come off as the callous bastard Jason KNEW he was. Bruce was just trying to hide the truth from you, he ALWAYS lies for the sake of the mission. The greater good.

"He's been lying to Jim about his own daughter being Batgirl and Oracle. He's been lying to Gotham and the world with his playboy persona to distance himself from someone as serious as Batman. Hell, right now he's lying to Barbara's boyfriend, my replacement, about me taking her so he can focus on making a cure for Joker's blood! I have their comms recorded right here!

I...I'm not mad at you. I didn't mean to yell. Come here. I believe you when you say you're doing this because you love me. But siding with Bruce when he abandoned me isn't going to help. And deep down, I don't care what Bruce really thought. He still left me to die and moved on like I didn't matter. Joker still ruined me. And I'm still going to get my revenge. I'm not going to let Bruce convince you to abandon me under the guise of it being "the right thing." The right thing is for you to stay here with me, and then once he's dead we can find out what to do with what's left of me."

[bloedewir]

According to my research (hyperfixation I mean) on getting Astarion's approval and trying to understand wtf is going on inside his head I end up with this:

Chaotic disaster

You get approval for absolutely sick things or unexplainable good deeds.

Order to someone to rip out their guts? Nice, here's approval. Feed the hungry girl? Nice, here's approval. Trying to stop dudes and save their stupid asses from a hag? Nice, here's approval. Pet the owlbear? Nice, here's approval. Torment the soul of a random woman just for a sophisticated punishment? Nice, here's approval.

Pragmatism

Why for the love of the gods you need to save all around? Don't you have a bigger problems of your own? It isn't even "mean" thing, it's quite understandable. Not the choice you make between "I'm hero I'll save them all" or "I'm evil I wanna see everyone's dead", but rather "I'm impulsive enough to get into every disaster on my way" or "I'm smart enough to see the difference between what's need to be done asap and wasting our time like a dumb knignt in shining armor". It's about priorities.

Personal boundaries and freedom

That needs no comments actually.

Chaotic disaster 2.0

Do something crazy af just because why the hell not? Two hundred years of slavery is ended now it's time to fun: watch some masochistic performance, play a drinking game with undead alcoholic, lead the religious cult of the fish that worship you. Because why the hell not?

And this is a pure harmony within the chaos. Upper level vampire zen. I absolutely adore how it all comes together. Astarion is complicated character (which isn't surprising because of backstory he has) yet he's perfectly fine with that. Unlike Shadowheart or Lae'zel who've been forced to go through some changes and (optionally) reconsider all their beliefs, Astarion kept surprisingly ideal balance of what he once were and who he want to be.

(Actually there's just two companions confusing by their approval points, Astarion and Shadowheart. And all you need to do is just know them a bit to see how that confusion turning into clue to understand the characters).

[valiantloveobservation]

Maia by ADSouto

[mondarxunivers]