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oratokyosaigunda · 7 months ago
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1001 (Knights), volume 4
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sleepy-monochrome-prince · 1 year ago
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rpiconblogxkitten · 1 year ago
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Naito Fuuga Icons
Below you’ll find 100 icons of Naito Fuuga from 1001 Knights the manga. No credit is neccesary.
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flarebean · 3 months ago
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what if the pale king's magic genetics were like, weaksauce and every single one of the vessels came out looking like the white lady. you think he could follow through in that universe? he goes down to the abyss prepared for silent little amalgamates and instead a sea of shining blue greets him, starshine on more than midnight, filigree of delicate filaments swaying as they shift
tiny little roots, adorned with dewdrops dazzling and dark alike as if to say: you have created. though you may have desired to drown, the thirst of mycelia for life is greater than your hunger for lifelessness. you have created. face that which you love dearly, risen from the gentle dark, crafted with care unexpected. you have created.
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usssnarfblat · 1 year ago
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Muslim Princesses
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fandomwandererer · 2 years ago
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many Knights
so i was thinking about fright knight, and how he is pariah darks bodyguard/right hand man (cant remember wether its cannon or fannon so take with pinch of salt) and i came up with this
tradition in the infinite realms is that each new high king appoints a new knight as primary bodyguard ect. , but all the others keep their title and take up a secondary role in the court.
pariah dark, paranoid bastard that he was, didn't want the loyalest soldiers of his predeccessors hanging around. so all the previous Knights are either in hiding, or Ended.
so now that phantom has been crowned high king of the realms, they wait with bated breath to see what his policy on previous knights is.
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quietwings-fics · 1 year ago
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Home Woven from Broken Parts
Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Hollow Knight Ship: Gen (Hornet & The Knight & The Hollow Knight & Grimmchild) Additional Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Families of Choice, Siblings, Hollow Knight Spoilers, The Knight Is Not Hollow (Hollow Knight), The Knight is Called Ghost (Hollow Knight), They/Them Pronouns for The Hollow Knight | Pure Vessel, They/Them Pronouns for The Knight (Hollow Knight), POV Hornet (Hollow Knight), Dresses, Gift Giving, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Happy, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, I just want them to be happy Wordcount: 1891 Summary:
Hornet gets a family, and Ghost finally gets some new clothes.
The little ghost is more clever than they look. Hornet takes to watching them from afar, perched along the city’s walls and the dark corners of Deepnest and in the few and far between spaces in the Queen’s Gardens where the thorns will not touch her. She is no guardian angel, nor do they need her to be with their skill. Still, she watches, curious.
She is filled with the terrible suspicion that she has sorely misjudged them, in more ways than one. First, she thought them weak, but they bested her twice (with the dull flat of the nail rather than the sharpest point, beating her back, bruising but not cutting, and that is where her doubts were born.) Second, she thought them a replacement, the next vessel, to hold off the infection for however long they could before they, too, break. Third, she thought them empty, mindless, without will or voice.
(Later, at mother’s deathbed, they will reach out with the same hands that slayed her to try and comfort Hornet. She will turn away. She will not accept. And they will leave her to mourn alone, silent as ever. She will weep for her mother, but the back of her mind will whisper if a vessel is born without heart or mind or soul, than why why why would it extend her that kindness why would it care)
But that is then, and this is now, and the little ghost is sitting on a bench in the Queen’s Station, scribbling away on their map. They add needless flourishes, crude drawings. She suspects they will take the Stag somewhere, Dirtmouth, perhaps, or further down into the deep like she urged them, and she will have to track them down again.
She only takes her eyes off the little ghost for a moment to plot her way, grimacing from the thought of the choking air of the fungal wastes. When she turns, they are gone from their bench. There was no ringing of a bell nor the thundering footsteps of the Stag, but the little ghost has vanished.
There is a tug on her dress.
She spins, needle at the ready and thread weaving a protective shield by instinct. It is only the little ghost, staring up at her with their blank mask. She lets her needle drop.
“I’ve not been as cautious as I hoped then. You caught me, little ghost. Fair is fair. What do you need?” They tilt their head, and she can almost imagine an expression. Confusion, maybe. They tug again at her dress. “You have my attention,” she says, but they only tug again.
They let go, seeming to realize that Hornet doesn’t understand what they are trying to communicate. They look down, as though in thought, and she waits. Do they want directions? Advice? (Or do they want to know why she is still following them? Could she even answer that honestly?)
The ghost tugs their cloak tighter around themselves, shifting back and forth. It is a tattered cast-off, but she doesn't know if it even cares. If it can even care. They look back up at her, wrapped in their tiny cloak, and they spin in a circle. The ends of the cloak twirl in a familiar way. When they’ve stopped, they tug on her dress again and look up. The gesture looks expectant.
“My dress?” Hornet asks to confirm, and the little ghost nods eagerly. “I wear it for the same reason you wear your cloak, to move quickly in battle.” She almost adds, and to keep warm , but the ghost’s hands are always cold. No cloak could remedy that. “Do you... like it?” To this, the ghost gives no answer, not even in gesture. They only stare until the silence has grown between them like moss. She’s not sure why she bothered, but it’s easy to forget they do not have the capacity to want, much less enjoy. (Right?)
They look down at themselves once more, touch the threadbare cloak they wear. They might look sad, if vessels could feel sadness. They reach out again for Hornet’s dress but freeze. She watches them shake their head, step back, and before she can even say a farewell, they dart away towards Fog Canyon.
Hornet could follow them, if she tried. Instead, she turns and goes the opposite way. She feels shaken, and she can’t, in that moment, place why.
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The infection is gone, the old light slain, and Hornet, somehow, is not alone.
She went into the Temple of the Black Egg expecting to die. She thought, if she was lucky enough to live, she would walk out the door and leave behind the broken shells of her siblings. She still doesn’t understand how or why, after everything, they were granted mercy. They staggered out, hurt but far from dead.
Now, they rest in Dirtmouth, and things are... good. Peaceful. Hornet can almost find herself restless some days. Hollow heals slowly, and Ghost has little time to cross blades with her when they are too busy helping new bugs find their way in the safer Crossroads. She could go with them, but the bugs they lead inside are not warriors, only weary travelers. They move slowly, and though Ghost has the patience to guide them, Hornet would only find herself racing ahead. She spins her threads in the empty graveyard instead and lets her needle fly. There is no more infection, but it would shame her mother’s memory to fall out of practice.
Sometimes she climbs to the peak of King’s Pass and looks over the small town she calls home. Its soft light and tiny houses are a far cry from her birthplace. She thinks, often, of asking Ghost to come with her to Deepnest, but neither of them will stray far from Hollow yet. One day. Not yet. She can easily make out her sibling even from the peak. Hollow towers over bug and building alike. They look up, and she wonders if they can see her too, a small red dot in the dark. She makes her way back down and towards town. She is going home.
Ghost is not always gone. They come back with gifts from the travelers they show around the Crossroads and with the strange, scarlet bug who always follows them. (Grimmchild, Ghost scrawled in the dirt. Hornet is not sure Ghost fully understands the concept of names and that they are not simply what the first bug you meet calls you.) The four of them are an odd family, little and broken, but they found each other and that is all that matters.
She understands Ghost better now. They do feel. They feel so deeply that she’s astounded by it. One night, Hollow gets worse instead of better and can’t even walk, and Ghost disappears for a day. They return with a flower cradled in their hands that they place in their sibling’s hand. Hollow wears the flower still, tucked into their own cloak. Ghost walks with them through Dirtmouth, and listens to Elderbug’s stories, and plays with Grimmchild, and helps Cornifer make new maps for the influx of travelers, and Hornet cannot believe that she once thought they could not love.
They still wear a tattered cloak. She does not forget that moment in Queen’s Station.
Hornet’s mother taught her to weave spells, but she taught her to create in more ways than that. One of her first memories, her few precious memories, is of Herrah guiding Hornet’s small, clumsy hands with her own. She showed Hornet how to make silk sing. Hornet has used those lessons to stitch up her own dress more than a dozen times, so expertly that even if you knew where to look, you wouldn’t see where it’d torn.
She sets to work now on a new project. She gets fabric from Sly after haggling. She measures, and plans, and cuts. Ghost is out and will be for a few days. She timed this perfectly. When they return, she will present her gift.
Hollow watches her work. They fit in their home, but only barely. They took the largest abandoned house in Dirtmouth, and still, Hollow has to bow to enter. Perhaps that will be her next project, though she has no idea how she’d go about it. Weaving, she understands. Architecture, not so much. She focuses, her fingers moving quickly. Half of the work is muscle memory, letting her mind drift and keeping her body busy. It centers her.
When she has to hold up the project with one hand to examine it, trying to pull the needle with her other hand, Hollow reaches over. They easily hold up the fabric with their right hand. She nods her thanks. Hollow is steady as stone. She tries not to think about why they are so accustomed to stillness. She finishes with their help. Some stitches are crooked, and it is a little too long. She has not done this properly in a long time. It is the finest work she has ever created.
Ghost’s arrival is heralded by the familiar shout of Grimmchild and laughter that sounds like Iselda’s. Hornet counts to six before they come racing into their home.
“Welcome back, little Ghost,” she greets. Hollow pats their head, and Ghost seems to relax. They cannot smile without a mouth, but she has become very good at reading both of her silent siblings and they radiate contentment. Hollow points at her and Ghost turns, head tilted. She holds out her new project for them to inspect.
It is a dress fashioned after her own, but smaller to fit them. The only color she could find were blues and grays, as though the dress had been woven from the walls of Dirtmouth itself. Ghost took it, looking between her and the dress.
(She will realize, later, that this may be the first time Ghost has received a gift.)
Ghost tries at first to toss it on over their head. It catches on their horns and they can’t get it back off. Hornet goes to help, and Hollow... laughs. It's not a sound, per say, but a joyful shake that takes her a minute to recognize. She helps Ghost take the dress off and shows them how to step into it instead. They do so, and when the dress fits, they clap twice, delighted. “It looks very nice on you.” Hornet tells them, and-
And all of a sudden, Ghost is hugging her.
It has been so long since she has been hugged by anyone that she freezes. Ghost doesn’t seem to mind, patiently waiting for her to hug back. She feels incredible. She feels loved.
And oh, but she loves them back.
Ghost breaks the hug to show off for Hollow and Grimmchild. They spin, and the Grimmchild flies around them, chirping happily. Hollow is the next recipient of Ghost’s hug, and if anything, looks even more taken off-guard than Hornet felt. She loves Hollow, loves them both, loves the little Grimmchild, just as she loved Mother once.
She hugs Hollow next, wraps an arm around Ghost to pull them close as well, and Grimmchild wriggles into the hug, still chirping. The four of them are home. Hornet is not alone, and she will never be alone again.
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six-of-ravens · 3 months ago
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just found a file for an anthology from a kickstarter I backed in 2017....never even opened the zip. whoops.
it's 10:48pm and after weeks of getting "you're running out of space" warnings my brain has decided TONIGHT we are cleaning up the computer
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wesavegotham · 1 year ago
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Re-read the Arkham Knight arc by Tomasi today (Detective Comics #1001-#1005) and it's just a nice and solid Batman and Robin story with Bruce and Damian.
Damian gets to do cool stuff:
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Bruce shows concern:
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Damian gets to use his non-fighting talents:
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A bit of banter:
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Bruce actually lets Damian drive:
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And overall they are simply allowed to work together competently:
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And that's basically all I'm asking for from DC. Solid adventures with Damian as Robin. I don't know why it seems to be so hard for DC to simply do that.
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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years ago
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Aegon messing with his wife while their in public, grabbing her ass or her waist Just to make her shy cause he thinks she looks cute when she's shy
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‘’Would you please quit doing that?’’ you subtly hissed at your husband, feeling his hand much too low on your waist as you stood in the throne room, welcoming the guests for the tourney.
Aegon played fool, keeping his eyes on House Baratheon and their knights who just stepped in. ‘’Doing what?’’ He lowered his hand further, causing your cheeks to go red. ‘’Your face is all flushed, my darling wife. Are you alright?’’
He was being naughty on purpose.
‘’Aegon.’’ You reached behind to push his hand off of you, but he did the unthinkable and grabbed your ass. A soft gasp left your lips, catching the queen’s attention.
She glanced at you and saw your red face. ‘’Are you alright, dear?’’ she asked, concerned about your appearance.
You nodded, trying to ignore Aegon’s small smile in your peripheral vision. ‘’Yes, your grace. I’m just…a little hot.’’
Alicent gave you an apologetic look. ‘’Unfortunately, it comes with the pregnancy.’’ She turned to Aegon, putting a hand on his arm and asked him to take you to your chambers. She didn’t want you to pass out in the middle of the throne room, in front of all the guests.
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unhonestlymirror · 5 months ago
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Awwww, poor russian baby is upset that Ukraine is beating russian occupiers left and right, so they try to copy with redrawing cartoons about Kyivan Ruthenia as caricatures🥺🥺🥺
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Fun fact, russia didn't exist during Oleshko Popovych (russified version: Alyosha Popovich) times. :D
The prototype of Oleshko was the former boyar Olbeh (Olbeshko) Ratyborovych, according to the “Tale of Bygone Years” as a rightful archer and slayer of the Polovtsian warrior Itlar. Possibly taking his part in the further defence against the Polovtsians of Pereyaslav, Khan Tugorkan and his son perished in the near future.
In the epics, Oleshko is called the winner of Tuharyn Zmievych and Idolyshche the Bad, Oleshko defended the lands on the left bank of the Dnipro, where the principalities of Kyiv, Chernihiv, and Pereyaslav were located.
The hometown of the hero was the city of Pyryatyn, Poltava region, where he supposedly often visited fairs.
In one of the legends, it is told how the mother escorted Oleshko to the market square of the Pyryatyn city on a campaign against the enemy. At that time, Pyryatyn stood on the border of the state of Kyivan Ruthenia (Ruś) and was one of its strongholds in the fight against nomads.
In Suzdal region and Ryazan region, the image of the chronicle Oleshko gradually merged with the figure of the Rostov boyar Aleksandr Popovich, who lived in 13th century. In the Tver Chronicle, it is mentioned that Alexander took part in the battle of Kalka (1223) and died together with seventeen other knights.
In the Nikon Chronicle, compiled in the 16th century to substantiate the moscow prince Vasyl III's claims to Kyiv, the name of Aleksandr Popovich also appears in reports for 1001 and 1004 (absent in the "Tale of Bygone Years") - together with Yan Usmoshevets. He is also called the winner of the Polovtsians - Polovtsians first appeared on the borders of Ruthenia half a century later.
But enough about Ukraine! Let's talk about others.
Very nice of a russian to redraw Belarus as an existing nation during Kyivan Ruthenia times. :D Because russian propaganda claims Belarus was created somewhere around Commonwealth times or even by Stalin, and that Belaruthians are, in fact, "polonized russians." Or "russified Poles." Russians don't really care about what they write in their "historical" articles.
Belarus is, in fact, the direct heir of the Polatsk Principality (Полацкае княства) which was quite independent from Kyivan Ruthenia for a while. Implying that Belarus ACTUALLY IS the Polatsk Principality - this is WOW, not even Belaruthians themselves have guts to admit that. That's really cool. I like it.
Belarus (as Polatsk Principality?) riding on the back of Lithuania as a donkey?? 🤣🤣🤣 Dude...
Did you know that "russian" (Ruthenian actually) word витязь (vityaź/vytyaź) came from a Baltic language, most likely Lithuanian "vytis" - a horseman, knight, protector? The Ukrainian word "вітчизна" (vitchyzna) means not the "land of parents/fathers" but "the land protected by brave warriors"? Вітчизна word specifically gained the sudden popularity during Commonwealth times - from the 16th century, when the authorities began to appeal not to "subjects" but to "citizens", because people were disappointed in polonization and serfdom.
"Vytis" warriors, especially Yotvingians, were highly valued on the military market of Kyivan Ruthenia.
Thousand of years passed, but Vytis in Lithuania is still a thing - it's their national coat of arms nowadays. :D
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In conclusion, op, why are you meddling in the history of the land that does not belong to you if you don't even have enough knowledge about your own?
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oratokyosaigunda · 7 months ago
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1001 (Knights), volume 10
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dnangelic · 8 months ago
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i opened up 1001 knights to decide whether or not i could use naito as a postcanon dai fc if i ever had to but instead i got rubaiyat dressed up like a crossdressing dark expy
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rpiconblogxkitten · 2 years ago
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Yuta Fuuga Icons
Below you’ll find 100 icons of Yuta Fuuga from the manga 1001 Knights. No credit is necessary.
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howardhawkshollywoodannex · 7 months ago
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Christian Bale as Bruce Wayne, Batman, The Dark Knight (2008). Chris was born in Pembrokeshire, Wales, and has 55 acting credits from two episodes of a 1986 mini-series on the telly to a voice in the English dubbed version of Boy and the Heron (2023). His entries among my best 1001 are a voice in the English translation of Howl's Moving Castle (as Howl), Batman Begins, 3:10 to Yuma, The Dark Knight Rises and Ford v Ferrari.
His other notable credits include Empire of the Sun, Henry V, Swing Kids, Little Women, a voice in Pocahontas, Velvet Goldmine, American Psycho, Shaft, The New World, The Prestige, Terminator Salvation, Public Enemies, The Fighter, American Hustle, The Big Short, Hostiles, Thor: Love and Thunder, Amsterdam, and The Pale Blue Eye.
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thegreatwicked · 8 months ago
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Oh, my Macabrlings, it's wild to see how much more I've written in the last year. It'd been a long time since I wrote anything back when I started up my Tumblr and y'all have been so lovely to me with your likes, comments, reblogs, and asks. So, I'm sitting in a pretty good spot with my two main stories being Shadows of Deception and Unbreakable Bonds BUT, a couple of my WIPS are growling at me every time I look at them so, so I'm going to challenge myself for what's left of the month of March!
I'm going to pick three of my oldest WIPS and try to finish them by the end of the month, if I don't, well, I guess they remain a priority until... I finish... them? Is that how this works? Meh. Whatever, without further ado here are the top three WIP contenders in no particular order!
Healing Hands: Set in the Arkham Verse following a first-person narrative of Jason Todd, the second Robin and formerly the Arkham Knight. Grappling with demons is lonely and dirty work that Jason Todd often does alone, but tonight he needs backup, following a brawl in the rain-slicked streets. The ghosts of his past are nipping at his heels and in the absence of Batman or his bat siblings, he turns to the one person he knows will understand his pain. A kindred spirit, his girlfriend, the Omen. Jason Todd/Wrenna Jameson (OFC) Smut, and fluff.
The One That Got Away: The sequel to Bet You Wish You Had Me Back and personally requested by @sodasbqe The follow-up to Shane and Austin's story, I see you there and I have been kicking around a few ideas for their story but they've been slow coming but I am working on it! Austin's been running for something for a long time and after the night she and Shane had together he's not willing to let her keep running. The past isn't so scary with a man like Shane Walsh at her back and in her heart. Shane Walsh/Austin Walker (OFC) Smut and fluff.
1001 Nights of Mischief: Follow Loki as he searches for his fiance, Sigyn; seems she's led him on a little bit of a scavenger hunt to Midguard. How does one keep the God of Mischief from getting into too much mischief? Simple. Make sure he's too busy and sated to cause any trouble. Loki/Sigyn Smut.
These are the top three I will be focusing on outside of my two main projects so if you've got any thoughts on the subject or words of encouragement let me hear them!
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