“All Knights must bleed. Blood is the seal of our devotion.”
― A Feast for Crows
Knight Wendy AU
Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance
Guided so well that I obtain’d the prize,
Both by the judgment of the English eyes
And of some sent from that sweet enemy France;
Horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance,
Town folks my strength; a daintier judge applies
His praise to sleight which from good use doth rise;
Some lucky wits impute it but to chance;
Others, because of both sides I do take
My blood from them who did excel in this,
Think Nature me a man of arms did make.
How far they shot awry! The true cause is,
Stella look’d on, and from her heav’nly face
Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.
Sonnet 41: Astrophil and Stella
Sir Philip Sidney 1554-1586
Graphic - Vladimir Muhin (B.1971)
The Dragon, seeing this, knew she faced a powerful foe, and did the one thing left to her. She schemed, she planned, and she crafted a powerful narrative. She would be ready, along with the Maiden she had claimed for her horde. Now she had only to wait for the Knight to approach.
And approach he did, old sword drawn, dented helm covering his face. This was the moment he had spent his entire life planning for, and this was the moment he would be free from the weight of the King’s wishes. But the Dragon knew this, and she played on his simple desire for freedom.
She told him of her powers, of the Maiden, of the wealth she could gift. She told him how she could free him from his responsibilities, and how he could live in peace, if only he would leave the Dragon to her hordes. The Knight was tempted, he saw in the Dragon’s words a future he could enjoy, with a fair Maiden, and his only job being tending to a pig or a cow. He saw how he could create friendships with the townsfolk around him, and create a family with a Maiden whom he loved.
But he knew of the King’s reach, and his resources. So, with a tear in his eye at the future he would lose, he killed the Dragon. The final act of the great beast was to kill the Maiden she had captured. This final blow against an innocent Maiden, one so young and sweet, crushed the Knight, and drove him to madness. He wandered the hills and valleys for the remainder of his life, cursing the Dragon, the King, and himself.
some illustration for postcard on rus contest
Happy Friday the 13th! In honor of that, I’m going to be starring in a slasher picture where I get hacked to bits over and over again. In other words, I’m let’s playing Dark Souls 3. Outta be fun, right?
So my sister and I are ripping the Mandalorian aka chronicles of a sci-fi single dad and I’ve decided to share my own theory on why Yoda didn’t grow up to be a Very Shiny Good Boy like his father.
Rebased my looted knight!
My knight and her princess design.
Snow White, oh dear Snow White,
Your stepmother is after your beauty.
This foolish hunter will do all his might
To protect and set you absolutely free
With seven dwarves until a knight
Comes to end that evil fairy.
so with the cookie of the year voting going on, the design makes it look like when you’re leaving a message it’s actually the cookie saying it
here are some highlights, courtesy of the voters
An invitation is in order, perhaps?