#tkh if

[dannydoteggg]

had the absolute best time playing @the-kingshound demo!! im a big fan of arthurian legend and i love how the author took it and made it better mhm; so i felt like drawing my new faves Gwyar and Morien

[the-kingshound]

Putting the current angst aside for a second, I find it telling how the two major critiques to the game are that the characters are too nice to MC and that the ROs are too feminine (because they are nice. Because men aren't nice and don't say "dear" or "darling")

... I don't know

[examorhca]

𝓣𝓚𝓗𝓢 𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓮💕✨

[anxietytwist]

𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐞̈𝐥 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝

“𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧”

[ 𝟸𝟹 | 𝟼'𝟺" | Bigender | Demi | 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫❤︎𝐆𝐰𝐲𝐚𝐫 ]

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⟨𝕮𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌⟩

𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗗𝗔𝗬: 𝘔𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 & 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭

𝗪𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗥𝗘: “𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯/𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘵 & 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴”

𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗥: 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 (𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 “𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥” 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳/𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦/𝘦𝘵𝘤...)

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⟨𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗⟩

𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗨𝗔𝗟: 𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 & 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩

𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗟: 𝘑𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘳𝘺/𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘴/𝘦𝘵𝘤 & 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴

𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗕𝗔𝗧: 𝘜𝘱, 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, & 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺

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⟨𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘⟩

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ➙ She/They ʙᴜɪʟᴅ➙ 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀ➙ Across the eyebrow (which damaged the vision in her left eye) ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ➙ Body fully covered (ʟɪᴍʙꜱ/ᴀʙᴅᴏᴍᴇɴ) ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢꜱ➙ Ears (𝟷𝟸) & Nape/Collarbone (𝟻) ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟʀʏ➙ 𝘊𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘵, 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵, & knuckle rings (𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵/𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵 her joints) + the pendant 𝐌𝐨𝐫����𝐫𝐞𝐝 made

𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧 is mute & communicates via sign language or written word (for times when she's around those who don't know sign, without a translator present) 🙊

They often wear an “emotionless mask”, preferring to keep their feelings fully hidden (internally they're ≈ 𝟼𝟻% anxiety, 𝟸𝟻% shame, & 𝟷𝟶% overwhelming empathy)

Besides her facial ones; 𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧 has a lot of scars all over her body (she conceals them with clothing & HATES even glimpsing them while nude), she's extremely ashamed of them since they were all received during battle (except the scar through her eye ... that was received during the 𝟷ˢᵗ, & ONLY TIME, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐢 was allowed to “train” her 🩹☹️)

They continue to take cold baths & sleep on the floor (despite having the option not to ... they feel that comfort isn't something they can afford to get used to, or even really deserve in the end)

Because of her touch-aversion (which developed throughout her early childhood “training”), primarily with skin-to-skin contact, 𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧 wears 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 (despite her condition she's also extremely touch-starved & currently finds physical touch with her brother, 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐡, comfortable 😔)

Despite their best efforts, they have a nervous habit of chewing their fingers (wearing gloves mostly helps alleviate this issue + they're unable to physically injure themself if they DO end up biting them)

𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧'𝐬 tattoos help her cope with the dysphoria + dysmorphia she experiences by covering her battle scars (she can focus on the beautiful Celtic art instead of her body 😌)

They keep trinkets gifted to them by most of their older siblings (& keeps most of them on hand whenever possible)

𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧 does NOT enjoy killing (it makes her sick to even think of those she's harmed ... meeting 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞 & some of the other knights again is literally her worst nightmare made real) & would gladly avoid fighting entirely if possible (she does enjoy good-natured sparring though) ... unless, of course, anyone she loves is endangered (especially 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝) then she will NOT hesitate to incapacitate the aggressor🗡️😠

While in real combat she enters into a dissociative state (namely: episodic depersonalization); once she comes back to herself she becomes violently physically ill & often loses consciousness when her adrenaline finally runs out

Because of their inconspicuous presence, 𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧 tends to accidentally scare people (despite being quite tall) 😶‍🌫️

She used to be fairly average in height during her early youth but had a HUGE growth spurt at 𝟷𝟾 (which resulted in chronic pain in her legs, back, & joints)

Their hair is very long (𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩) so they mostly keep it tied back/up in, often elaborately braided, hairstyles

She's always had a soft spot for children & very much looks forward to getting to know 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 better (she made/gifted him a flower bracelet) 🥺

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Picrew used:

[lucas-koh]

The Kissing Handbook

Dating 101: The Great Ham Man

Hamish is a great kisser. Hamish knows as much, because who knows more about Hamish, than Hamish?

Apparently, Daisy does.

[kirexa]

My teacher thinks I’m having fun doing English but I’m really just giggling because YOU KEEP POSTING ABOUT MPREG

Keep it up 👍🏽

IM NOT HAVING FFUN ANYMORE I HAUVR A TUMMY ACHE AND ALGEBRA II FIRST PERIOD ,☹️☹️😭😭

[fromtheashesweriseif]

some people istg, they see one game catered specifically to queer people and go “WHY ARE YOU FORCING THIS DOWN MY THROAAAAAT I JUST WANNA BE STRAIGHT” and like sure that’s your prerogative; if you only wanna play straight cis characters in ifs that’s fine. but like. you can’t be the main target audience all the time im sorry, and considering the overwhelming amount of ifs/vns that are made specifically for straight women (female mc + male ros OR gender selectable mc that very much reads/feels like a woman when you play), and the fact that they often scream “OH MY GOD ITS JUST A GAME THEYRE JUST CHARACTERS JUST PLAY THE GAME AND APPRECIATE THE STORY NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO BE GAY” when people ask for any type of queer content… like dudes y’all can be quiet. let me and my gays enjoy the fab dragon story in all it’s extravagant and glittery glory.

anyway that was today’s rant, thank u dear author for feeding the queers such delicious content we love u and ur doing amazing and i will personally fight all the homophobes for you; im a tiny noodle but im fuelled by pure rage so i feel like it’ll go well

❤❤❤

[eilzie]

The King's Hound Fanfiction: Of Gold and Embers

Original Work [in Progress]: The King's Hound @the-kingshound by @kal-downn. Give this Arthurian interactive fiction a read, and you'll come out of it with all the cast practically living rent-free in your head. (I know that for a fact; I'm a victim, too.)

Fanfiction: Of Gold and Embers.

Gwyar [M/F], The Hound [M/F].

Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

F!Gwyar, M!Hound Version.

The first thing you noticed about her was her eyes.

They were like molten gold.

The color, unusual, and even could be called exotic, would glint even brighter under the merest touch of light. That, you noticed when she had stepped into your sun-bathed room.

Then, there was the way she carried herself. Confident, sure, yet with an apparent grace that would befit someone of a higher station. Had fate cast a different dice and let her be born in a noble house, drapes of silk, fine linen, and ornate jewelry would without a doubt complement her person--though you suspected they would become mere accessories, as she was more than capable to captivate the eyes of anyone and everyone in any ball she chooses to attend.

Clothe her in a simple servant's attire, however, and she'd put those into good use just as well: blink, and you would not even notice she was sharing a room with you. That was how she had taught herself to operate, you supposed, with her job being to serve in the background. Even so, compared to the many servants you had encountered in the past, Gwyar was simply...different.

What was this uncanny ability of hers that made her able to blend with practically the walls? Or were all servants in Camelot trained differently?

You guessed you'd never know. There were too many foreign things in this land, too many new customs for you to absorb and learn should you wish to survive.

Then, there was another thing. This had been the bigger surprise about the servant, was that she noticed.

She noticed many little details that you'd scarcely cared, like the color of the curtains in your room, the way the furniture was arranged, and little spots on a bronze basin she was quick to clean. Most jarring of all, she noticed you.

It had been an ingrained habit of yours to stay silent and observe others. Not many people you encountered were privileged enough to have learned sign language. Or even when they were equipped with some knowledge of it, not many had considered your thoughts or presence to be worth their notice. Not much, anyway.

And it had been fine the way it was. Your job, after all, had been all about using your body and magic. Trading blows of words, whether they be written or signed, had simply never been in the domain of your responsibility nor interest. A mute with a sword. That was all that you had always been.

So, naturally, it had always been you who had to take notice of others. You had learned to fade away in conversations, you had learned to observe, and to act according to the needs and orders of your parents, older siblings, and senior knights. A command, a tense nod, a harsh look... You needed only but a gesture from them for you to act.

Reverse the position, and you knew not what to do. It had taken you aback when Gwyar had looked into your eyes with open curiosity and asked so much about yourself and your preferences on the first days of your stay. "Did you like the color of the curtains, Gwenvael? Was the water I drew too hot for you? What do you usually have for breakfast? Is there anything I should ask of the cooks?"

All of her questions had been too much. You had answered as best as you could, going with whatever you thought was acceptable, but the flicker of doubt that crossed her golden eyes told you that she suspected your answers (and hesitation) to be...off, to say the least. The servant, of course, had stayed politely silent about it.

Your mind, on the other hand, had not.

Likes, dislikes, preferences for food and even beddings... Gracious God. Now that you were prompted by questions such as these, your brain felt as if it was going to mush. Those things were a luxury you had not considered much before. How would you know what color you preferred your curtains to be when tents and barrack walls were all that you had been accustomed to? Or what food would you prefer in the morning when army rations had been your staple diet for most of your adolescent years?

Letting out a sigh you did not realize you had been withholding, you turned in your bed, once again marveling at how soft and pliant it was. You could almost smell a hint of earthy fragrance. Was it musk?

Hah. Another discovery: you never knew one would spend a dime just to perfume their quilt and beddings. How much budget had King Arthur allocated to impress you, really? Was this all even necessary? Seeing that everything relating to your accommodation had been handed by Gwyar, had this been her idea too?

But you had to acknowledge that it was effective: soon you found your eyelids getting heavier and your muscles relaxing. Your eyes wandered briefly to the waning fire that weakly crackled across your bed. You remembered leaving the room without lighting up the fireplace this afternoon--this must also be the raven-haired servant's doing.

Your last thoughts before being swallowed by oblivion were of warmth, unfamiliar yet not unwelcome, of the many unknowns your future held, and of golden eyes.

M!Gwyar, F!Hound Version.

The first thing you noticed about him was his eyes.

They were like molten gold.

The color, unusual, and even could be called exotic, would glint even brighter under the merest touch of light. That, you noticed when he had stepped into your sun-bathed room.

Then, there was the way he carried herself. Confident, sure, yet with an apparent ease that would befit someone of a higher station. Had fate cast a different dice and let him be born in a noble house, drapes of silk, fine linen, and ornate jewelry would without a doubt complement his person--though you suspected they would become mere accessories, as he was more than capable to captivate the eyes of anyone and everyone in any ball he chooses to attend.

Clothe him in a simple servant's attire, however, and he'd put those into good use just as well: blink, and you would not even notice he was sharing a room with you. That was how he had taught himself to operate, you supposed, with his job being to serve in the background. Even so, compared to the many servants you had encountered in the past, Gwyar was simply...different.

What was this uncanny ability of his that made him able to blend with practically the walls? Or were all servants in Camelot trained differently?

You guessed you'd never know. There were too many foreign things in this land, too many new customs for you to absorb and learn should you wish to survive.

Then, there was another thing. This had been the bigger surprise about the servant, was that he noticed.

He noticed many little details that you'd scarcely cared, like the color of the curtains in your room, the way furniture was arranged, and little spots on a bronze basin he was quick to clean. Most jarring of all, he noticed you.

It had been an ingrained habit of yours to stay silent and observe others. Not many people you encountered were privileged enough to have learned sign language. Or even when they were equipped with some knowledge of it, not many had considered your thoughts or presence to be worth their notice. Not much, anyway.

And it had been fine the way it was. Your job, after all, had been all about using your body and magic. Trading blows of words, whether they be written or signed, had simply never been in the domain of your responsibility nor interest. A mute with a sword. That was all that you had always been.

So, naturally, it had always been you who had to take notice of others. You had learned to fade away in conversations, you had learned to observe, and to act according to the needs and orders of your parents, older siblings, and senior knights. A command, a tense nod, a harsh look... You needed only but a gesture from them for you to act.

Reverse the position, and you knew not what to do. It had taken you aback when Gwyar had looked into your eyes with open curiosity and asked so much about yourself and your preferences on the first days of your stay. "Did you like the color of the curtains, Guinevere? Was the water I drew too hot for you? What do you usually have for breakfast? Is there anything I should ask of the cooks?"

All of his questions had been too much. You had answered as best as you could, going with whatever you thought was acceptable, but the flicker of doubt that crossed his golden eyes told you that he suspected your answers (and hesitation) to be...off, to say the least. The servant, of course, had stayed politely silent about it.

Your mind, on the other hand, had not.

Likes, dislikes, preferences for food and even beddings... Gracious God. Now that you were prompted by questions such as these, your brain felt as if it was going to mush. Those things were a luxury you had not considered much before. How would you know what color you preferred your curtains to be when tents and barrack walls were all that you had been accustomed to? Or what food would you prefer in the morning when army rations had been your staple diet for most of your adolescent years?

Letting out a sigh you did not realize you had been withholding, you turned in your bed, once again marveling at how soft and pliant it was. You could almost smell a hint of floral fragrance. Was it lily?

Hm. Another discovery: you never knew one would spend a dime just to perfume their quilt and beddings. Perfuming the hair and clothes you could understand--you'd been subjected to it several times when you had to accompany your parents and eldest sister to attend official meetings and banquets, but this...? This was too much.

How much budget had King Arthur allocated to impress you, really? Was this all even necessary? Seeing that everything relating to your accommodation had been handed by Gwyar, had this been his idea too?

But you had to acknowledge that it was effective: soon you found your eyelids getting heavier and your muscles relaxing. Your eyes wandered briefly to the waning fire that weakly crackled across your bed. You remembered leaving the room without lighting up the fireplace this afternoon--this must also be the raven-haired servant's doing.

But you had to acknowledge that it was effective: soon you found your eyelids getting heavier and your muscles relaxing. Your eyes wandered briefly to the waning fire that weakly crackled across your bed. You remembered leaving the room without lighting up the fireplace this afternoon--this must also be the raven-haired servant's doing.

Your last thoughts before being swallowed by oblivion were of warmth, unfamiliar yet not unwelcome, of the many unknowns your future held, and of golden eyes.

[juudas-tkh12]

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[libraryfistfight]

Diiig through the ditches and buuurn through the witches I slam in the back of my DRAGULA

@lwcaexii

[kal-down]

hey kal!! want to start pff this by saying that im a big fan and i love your work. i was curious if you were aware of the discussion around giving poc unnatural eye and hair colors in fantasy settings. basically one of the criticisms most (particularly white) writers get with fantasy settings is giving poc different eye colors for no reason other than for it to look cool or make them seem different (while they don't always feel the need to do that with their white characters, this suggests that poc have to be made to look different to be cool, desirable or special, stuff like that) of course it's possible for poc to have any eye and hair color but it's also rare for there to just be good rep that looks like most people do. because good rep is already so rare especially in fantasy i think that it's a good idea to give underrepresented people characters they can see themselve in. i noticed it first with tkh especially with evaine and then noticed it again yesterday with rascia. just something to maybe keep an eye out for and have a conversation about.

Hi, dear! I think it's fair for you to bring this up and since I have too recently been reflecting on this I will share my thoughts on the matter.

Actually, I too saw the discussion about poc characters with unnatural eye/hair colors, and I have skimmed through some of the comments under one particular post that was addressing this. I wholeheartedly agree that there is a real issue that needs to be considered, and while some people explained the reasoning behind some of the characters taken as an example being not that problematic, the point still stands.

For my characters, I feel like Rascia is a separate case, if only because of the universe they live in. Most of their fellow kaehans share a similar skin tone as them (that is, coral, dark red or lighter red), while the hair and eye color vary from yellow to blue to green. In general, characters in TCO have predominantly unnatural hair/eye/skin colors, as does the MC themself (most of the choices are unnatural colors).

This is why I don't find Rascia problematic, though it should be noted that my perspective is that of a white person who grew up and is living in a predominantly white country. So if anyone has any kind of motivated criticism about them I will gladly hear and reflect on that.

Now, about Evaine. I'm going to agree with you that Evaine's character does indeed have unnatural eye color and eye color. And while they live in a somehow fantasy world, this argument does not completely justify them like it does Rascia because in the TKH universe there is a lot more realism in terms of appearance.

But also: I myself have been thinking over this for a while, and you're giving me the perfect opportunity to bring this up. In particular, I feel like Evaine's hair texture should be changed. (You might have seen that I've removed their hair texture from their description a wile back)

Evaine's (and Gwyar's as well) eye color may be in my opinion justified by the universe and the fact that unnatural eye colors are pretty common. Their hair is another matter, though. As a person with straight hair, sometimes I fall into the implicit assumption that my characters too reflect that while writing or coming up with ch. designs.

I'd like to say that I've been educating myself more and more since creating Evaine's character, especially about cultures and ethnicities different than my own. Lately I've been reflecting on this and I've come to the conclusion that Evaine's hair should be coily and maybe a bit darker (like dark auburn or dark brown).

I have postponed a definitive decision because I feel bad for changing things halfway but I also feel it's important to aknowledge our previous doings/mistakes and right them if it's possible.

[the-kingshound]

Thank you for this very accurate representation🤣

[sylhea-raemi]

songs i think would be nice akian covers

[hummingbirdstuffsblog]

No thoughs head empty~

I just can get over TKH au lol look i love all the ros i would die for all of them okay?but Gwyar?they make weak on the knees like swoon~ my beloved💗💗💗

So in the modern au they are a CEO~ and there are endless posibilities but i am thinking of secretary mc cuz i can haha

So we got my beloved yes?and then there is a super hardworking, super professional mc yes? And fast forward gwyar just goes to eat to lovely places all the time cuz they kinda like mc and they know they(mc) is a super foodie beneath their stony and serious facade...

Kinda like this

G: mc please reserve a place for lunch in x(super expensive super good place)we will continue working there(no plans whatsoever to keep working~)

Mc:(profesional face) Right away Boss

Mc on the inside:

(Hell yea! I love my job!!!!😭😭😭tysm boss you are the best!!!i love y.... love working for you)

So like dumbass mc lmao

With made me wonder~ any of the Ros are "foodies"!? Like they enjoy food and make it and such?

@the-kingshound ??what are your thoughs Kal?no need to respond though~ 💕💕💕

[lucas-koh]

The Kissing Handbook

Dating 103: Kiss me slowly

“Good looks can only take you so far.”

“Aha! So you agree, I’m good looking!”

“Obviously,” she says plainly. “That’s not your issue.”

Tags: @alex-is-my-sexy-handyman 🩶

[andr0leda]

january anon back in january to yell about how talented you are and more interactive fiction! i have an actual account i'm actively using now instead of one just to lurk and i love just being able to see your wonderful art pop up on my dash. i have played blood moon (i love marco so much he means so much to meeee). i have started that lovely author's other story thicker than and it's so much fun. i hope you're still liking infamous! and i saw that the author of fallen hero has been updating the demo for the third book, but i think i'm going to wait a long while for it to be a little hefty when i play it. i'm still enjoying IF so much thanks to your suggestions getting me even more into it (feel free to let me know if you have any newer faves you've been liking btw!)! i appreciate youuu!

january!

ohhhh my god i'll blush, i havent drawn anything in months but thank you <3 and welcome, hope you're having fun. i'm so glad you like Marco!! sensing a pattern with him AND Danny...? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

i still like infamous! i think there's some demo that has been released but i haven't played yet, and yeah the FH bk 3 demo is pretty short so i understand waiting until there's more to play. the demo's roulette around in my head of their own volition and i like to revisit when where been a big update

i think i've recommended you everything im enjoying? apart from The King's Hound

I can't tell how far into the story the demo is, but there's enough to fill an evening! excited to see where the story goes, the characters feel interesting and diverse, there an interesting approach to magic as well, and you can choose to play a mute mc! which i've never encountered before! currently playing a mute mc and i wouldn't change it

so lovely to hear from you again!!!! and so glad to hear you've been enjoying it all, would LOVE to hear your recs ? :^)

<3