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Hey everyone, uploaded part 2 of my current Let’s Play project. Any comments or helpful insight would be greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance!
For Snapetober we have "The Prince's Sword".
And for Hogwarts Kinktober we have the new chapter of my AO3 Snarriet fic 💚 Severus's Every Flavor of Smuts 🐍 is up and the theme for today is "Dirty Talk/Voice Kink".
And the final chapter of my Dark Snarriet fic on AO3 🐍 Runaway 💚 is also up - not surprisingly it is the smut chapter too. I promise I do occasionally write things with plot. *Sigh* Right? I do. At least I think I do.
My type is women with weapons, men written by women and anyone wearing eyeliner.
Tristan and Isolde
mads mikkelsen as ‘tristan’ in “king arthur”, 2004
Tristan is a prince whose mother is the sister of the King, Mark. Both of his parents died when he was young, and he was raised by Gorvenal to be a gifted swordsman and musician (Tristan became an accomplished harp-player). Isolde, meanwhile, is a princess, the King of Ireland’s daughter. She is beautiful and fair-haired and admired far and wide.
Cornwall is bound by fealty to Ireland, which demands that Cornwall send 300 youths and 300 maidens to Ireland as tribute.
However, if a Cornish champion could beat the Irish giant Morholt (the King’s brother-in-law) in single combat, the King of Ireland agreed that the tribute would not need to be paid.
Tristan defeats Morholt, but is badly wounded with a poisoned spear. He is left on a ship to die. But the ship finds its way to the shores of Ireland, where Tristan is taken into the royal palace. The sorceress queen cures him with an incantation, and Tristan falls in love with Isolde, to whom he reveals his true identity. When she learns that he has killed Morholt, her uncle, she declares her hatred for him, and Tristan returns to Cornwall.
Mark wants to marry Isolde, so he sends Tristan as his ambassador, to bring Isolde back to Cornwall so they can be wed. In Ireland, the wedding agreed, the sorceress queen bids Isolde farewell, but gives a love potion to the maid-servant named Brangien, with instructions to give it to the married couple on their wedding night.
On the voyage to Cornwall, Tristan and Isolde need a drink and both drink the love potion, not realising that it isn’t wine. They promptly fall in love. After the wedding of Mark and Isolde, Brangien – realising that the error with the love potion is all her fault – takes the place of Isolde in King Mark’s bed on the wedding night, to trick the King into thinking she is Isolde. Meanwhile, the real Isolde is in Tristan’s arms.
Mark doesn’t realise the deception for a while, although the rumours are all around the court. Eventually, his most loyal barons tell him that Isolde is unfaithful. Although Mark banishes Tristan from the palace, Tristan and Isolde continue to meet in secret. When they are discovered together, they are sentenced to death by burning. However, the lovers escape, and go on the run together.
They go and live as a poor couple in the woods, until one day, King Mark discovers them, walking in on them while they’re both fast asleep. But when he sees the sword between them and realises the lengths they have gone to in order to guard their love, he feels sorry for them, and replaces the ring on Isolde’s finger as a sign that he forgives her. He also places his sword between them, in place of Tristan’s, as a token or gift for his former knight.
When the two lovers wake, they are so moved by the King’s mercy and kindness that they return to court. Mark welcomes Isolde back, but he tells Tristan he cannot remain at court. He is exiled from Cornwall and goes to live in Brittany, where he marries another woman named Isolde, oddly enough: Isolde of the White Hands, as she is known.
Tristan remains loyal to Isolde and cannot make love to his new wife (Isolde of the White Hands). He is wounded in battle (as before, with a poisoned lance), but this time there is no cure. As he lies dying, he asks one of his companions, Kaherdin, to go and tell Isolde (as in King Mark’s wife, Tristan’s first love) that he is dying and he wants to see her one last time.
Tristan tells Kaherdin to hoist a white sail to his ship if he is successful in locating Isolde, but a black sail if he fails. (Compare this plot detail with the ancient Greek legend of Theseus, too.) Unfortunately, Tristan’s wife hears of this plan.
Kaherdin finds Isolde and she agrees to come and see her true lover. However, Isolde of the White Hands, Tristan’s wife, lies and tells her husband that she has seen Kaherdin’s ship bearing a black sail. Heartbroken, Tristan dies. Isolde arrives with Kaherdin and learns she has missed Tristan, who has already departed this life. She dies of a broken heart shortly afterwards, her lips locked with Tristan’s in one last kiss.
Peace of Mind
The Sorrow-Song Swordsman fought as he wept, wept as he sang, sang as he fought.
The tears would leak from sleepless eyes and fall into shadow and fire, dissolving in the chords of throats-cut-screaming by a blade that is a nail strumming strings.
Burning blood makes iron, and it takes more than iron to forge cutting-steel.
But a spoken word cuts deeper still.
When your words are blades, and your blade can sing, and your songs stain all your words with blood- can you find solace in your mind?
Where does a slayer find peace?
-- Slowly reposting art from my Twitter account and taking full advantage of the more relaxed text limits. This one was for a Kadungganan whose singing words could cut, from an old Gubat Banwa TTRPG campaign- esteemed warrior-braves battling across the isles inspired by classical/early colonial Southeast Asia, perpetuating a river of blood and violence, asking themselves why they fight.
-- Blade design is based on a particularly long Lumad kris, which I've been told are made from the deconstructed blades of their defeated enemies, repurposed for their own use.
WEAPON COMMISIONS OPEN
Weapon design commissions by a martial artist and engineer! I make blueprints and weapon designs to arm you and your OCs respectively. Ever wanted to hold a sword of your own? If you live in the Philippines, I can also help you connect with local blacksmiths who can help bring your ideas to life. If you live elsewhere, you can commision me for a blueprint that you can bring to a forge near you. From the deepest reaches of untouched seas,
To the searing light of burning skies,
To the muted glow of stars beyond,
And- perhaps-
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Someone ordered a FishBlade, I think? I don't know I'm not caught up to the discourse.
So I just remembered I created something cursed involving that FishBlade thing that was going around
Tawen
The metal fell from the space between stars, cold as the peaks on which it landed, black as the night on which it arrived.
Our finest craftsmen accepted it the same night the skies gave it birth, and labored in their cold forges in the dark under the watch of a thousand blinking eyes.
And from it, they carved out a blade, one that would serve as well in hand as it would at the tip of a spear. That could hunt to feed, that could carve to shelter, that could hack to warm, that could bleed to protect. Black and cold and smooth and glassy as a shard of frozen night.
The strangeness began when it met the light of day.
At first it was reflection- a warrior's eyes in gleaming steel.
Then refraction- the sunlight playing a finger's depth beneath the surface of a lake.
Then a glow- lights devoid of fire who dance where other secrets dwell.
The sun was slow to rise in the mist between the pines, chill and friendly winds through the terraces, clouds exploding silently above where fading stars yet twinkled. And the new creation watched, and marveled.
And forevermore, that shard of night glowed the color of a morning sky.
WEAPON COMMISIONS OPEN
Weapon design commissions by a martial artist and engineer! I make blueprints and weapon designs to arm you and your OCs respectively. Ever wanted to hold a sword of your own? If you live in the Philippines, I can also help you connect with local blacksmiths who can help bring your ideas to life. If you live elsewhere, you can commision me for a blueprint that you can bring to a forge near you. From the deepest reaches of untouched seas,
To the searing light of burning skies,
To the muted glow of stars beyond,
And- perhaps-
To the palm of your hand?
Your next legendary weapon awaits.
Contact me for samples and terms of service at [email protected]
Some charcoal sketches on toned paper of a fantasy lady. Kind of for human proportion practice???
Oh my gosh why do y'all have to make him so pretty and epic like 🤯🤩
THIS IS ART AND YOU SHALL BEHOLD IT!
Woaoaoaoa Sword Peepaw 🗡️🐢
Grayscale version!
Random TMNT Thunks
I had to get my windshield replaced today, and I was chatting with the said dude when I noticed a very specific shade of green on his wallet.
My fangirl brain was like “there’s only a handful of fandoms with THAT specific shade of bright green”
Lo and behold, it was indeed my beloved masked boys. We needed up chatting about TMNT and it’s many conduits for the rest of the time.
Nearing the end of our conversation, I turned to the dude and said, “Since you’re my TMNT brother, I feel like you would be the only person to appreciate this.”
And then I proceeded to go to the back of my car and pull out not my one, not my two, but THREE of my katanas. Like the complete casual fan that I am.
I unfortunately get a lot of grief from my family because of my great love and appreciation for TMNT, but once again I was pleasantly surprised at the connections I get to make because of these silly turtle boys.
I know it’s crazy, but you can reach people by being a fan. I got the sweet privilege of being the facilitator of a smile today. Just because I was a silly little fangirl who loved family and ninja turtles, and I will be forever grateful for that.
💙💜❤️🧡🥷🏼🐢
MY BABY GIRL KAT!!!! this is the STAR (well not really, but I love her-) of my story I’m working on! Kat is probabaly around 25-27 shes a soldier in the royal guard working directly for Prince Sebastian as his body guard! she’s known for being a tough no nonsense woman. She’s strict with a cold exterior but Sebastian has managed to reach her warm melted marshmallowy core! As his best friend she would do anything to protect him, but sometimes her secrets and inner turmoil become too much. Being someone who doesn’t open up very often can have dire consequences and may ruin her social standing.
If you want to know more about her hit up my dms/ask box!! She’s the most devoloped character I have rn and she is NOT her devoloped so asks may help lmao :)
<3 Reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3
Did someone say Sword?!?
Out of curiosity does excalibur and clarent look like their type-moon version and if not what do the look like?
Type moon? I dunno what that is.
Excalibur is a longsword with a dragon crest on the hilt, the Pendragon crest. It was made by the Goddess and gifted to Arthur.
Clarent is the sword in the stone, the one Arthur pulled. I'm working on the design.
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