#My Knight - Chapter 1

[mrs-gauche]

The Dread Wolf Take You (Part 1)

~~Link to the complete 31 page comic here~~

"Imagine that, overlooking the god in your mids!"

May I present, my attempt at illustrating the last four pages of Tevinter Nights. 😁 (Also, the first time I'm posting art on here!)

As the whole thing was quite literally too long to post on tumblr, I uploaded the full version on a customized site made for reading webcomics (via ComicFury). Feel free to check out the link above if you like to read the rest! Also, if you're on mobile, there's a "Scroll View" option for easier navigation. :)

And, obviously, HUGE spoilers for those who haven't read Tevinter Nights!!

On a personal note though, I can't believe I actually finished it... As it had been a *very* long time since I drew (and finished) anything, let alone a 31 page comic and reading Tevinter Nights again finally sparked my motivation (and the courage to post it lol). So I want to thank Patrick Weekes for helping me overcome this massive art block and over two decades of Case Closed mangas for inspiring me how to draw an overly dramatic "exposing the imposter" moment. 😂 I tried my best to be as faithful to the book as possible and it took me forever, so... hope you like it! :D

[rayroseu]

back in the trenches... another book 7 rambles 😭😭

CRYING ABOUT THIS ACTUALLY.... DO YOU KNOW THE IMPLICATION OF THIS.... realistically, one of the first words of babies are referring to their mothers and the last "true parent" that held Silver was his mother, Princess Leia, but here baby Silver called out for his father, and Lilia didnt taught him that😭

Now these words might be calling out to Lilia now, but I'm also thinking since TWST is a world where babies can recall words or songs they heard even when theyre "not concious yet", I was thinking baby Silver heard this word when he was still with Dawn 😭😭😭 Imagine Dawn holding this baby and guiding him to speak his first words like "papa"... and thats like Dawn's last moment with Silver... AAAAA 😭😭😭😭

since this was still infant Silver, I was thinking this memory occured when Silver was adopted by Lilia only a week or months ago 😭✨ so its still possible that baby silver was reacting based on his past (which can potentially be baby Silver is remembering Dawn through Lilia in this scene)

AAAAAAAUAGFJWJFS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 The fact!!!! The fact that he only took after being his father because he didnt want to deny this baby's affection !!!! LILIAAAAA 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[lesbianherald]

I was thinking... It seems to me that you mostly like the post-canon character states of Jayce and Viktor? I think you like the more confident and self-aware post-trauma Jayce (when he is present) and the more insecure Viktor, or... As if he has an enormous guilt to overcome.

Will there ever be something more naive from you with their more naive, hopeful and yearning versions?

Coming home (but not to you)

(also, i do have something planned for after my medieval au if the hyperfixation is strong enough and the fandom doesn't tire me out)

update im adding to this because i cant stop thinking about it do people find my coming home jayce... confident? i was very much going for an 'i'm sorry for my migraines' and 'when I'm in the airport in the security I think I magically have a gun' kind of vibe KDLFJHSDkl

also said this in the tags but season 2 didn't even start coming out until chapter 11 the full thing wasn't out until chapter 12 so if they came off post canon inspired that is very unintentional DKJFHSLDFj

[caseykeshui]

Black knight but with a face 😳😊🖤

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I designed him as a secret half-dragon hybrid thing and I love him ¡!! ♥️🐉

I've had this design for a while now too actually

[jojo-schmo]

Does Meta Knight know what happend to Dedede in TDX?

TDX is what the cool kids call "Triple Deluxe," right? lol

In the Roleswap, they both know the facts about the events in Dream Land... Meta Knight knows what happened to Dedede during the whole Dreamstalk incident, and Dedede knows what happened to Meta during the Haltmann invasion, for example.

But I don't think they'd get outwardly vulnerable enough to really open up to each other about how all of that made them feel.

....Not at this early point in the story, anyway. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

To be fair, they don't really share their inner thoughts and feelings with anyone. Prideful King and Stubborn Knight... They've both got their own images to uphold, even to each other! They bottle up their feelings in hopes they go away on their own! That ain't healthy!!

But they do have the ability to let down their walls a little, somewhere deep deep inside them. It would just take something very stressful to get either of them to open up....

[axydoesstuff]

when both your 2nd favourite characters from your favourite games are dark wizards with big pointy hats (and both their names start with R) (also both got something to do with darkness and prophecies)

[lillia-flower]

My Knight - Bram x Reader { Medieval Au }

Chapter 1: Meet under the night sky

You run through the woods, it's pitch dark at night as you have no idea where you are going. You hear shouting from the King's knights that are searching through the woods with candles in their hands as they search for you.

You continue to run, your feet hitting the soft ground of the grass and dirt.

Your outfit is getting all torn up from the running non stop through the dense forest. Your arms get scratches all over from the thorns and they start to bleed, but you continue to run.

You finally get far enough away from the knights and you take a break to catch your breath as you lean against a tree, you hiss from the pain of the scratch wounds.

You look up to the sky, you see the stars that take up space in the emptiness of the dark sky and you notice that it's a full moon tonight.

After you finish catching your breath, you decide to continue walking through the forest cause you can't go back to the town.

You see a castle in the distance that's being lit up by the moonlight, you can see how old and decrupted it is and that nature is starting to take over it.

You walk up to the castle, curious about it. Your feet hit the cobblestone path to the front entrance and you look at the big and fancy wooden door.

You try the door to see if it's unlocked and it is, the door opens as it makes a big creak sound.

You take a peak inside and all you see is darkness, you decide to step into the castle and take a few steps away from the door.

Suddenly the front door shuts and before you can turn around, you are pinned to a wall with a dagger to your neck as you see bright red eyes staring down at you.

The moonlight is shining through the window as it lights up the room, you can faintly make out the features of this stranger.

"Who art thou?" The person with red eyes speaks up in a stern tone. You look at him shocked and confused about the sudden actions of this person.

"Uh.." You speak as you try to form words, but your mind is racing, trying to understand the situation so no words come out of your mouth.

The person waits patiently for a response. "My name is Y/n.." You finally find the words you been trying to say as you tell the stranger your name.

"Y/n? What art thou doing in my castle?" The person speaks firmly as their stare doesn't waiver.

"T..This is your castle??" You speak in surprise, not expecting someone to own this castle as you thought it was abandoned. "I didn't know"

The person gives you a look up and down, realizing you aren't a threat, then they lower the dagger and back away from you. "Thou art bleeding."

"Hm? Yeah, I am.. I must of ran through some thorns while in the forest" You look down at your bleeding wounds from your arms, the person grabs your right arm and looks at it.

"Wait right here." The person leaves before you can respond to them and you are left alone in the darkness of the room.

You wait in complete silence, not fully understanding why you are deciding to listen to this stranger.

The person returns with bandages and starts to wrap your arms with them without saying a word, the only noise is the sound of the bandages being applied.

"So.. What is your name?" You speak up hesitantly as you watch him finish up wrapping your arms in bandages.

"Bram." The person tells you their name as they remove their hands from your arms. "Thank you, Bram.." You make a small smile on your face to show your appreciation.

"What is thou doing here?" Bram questions you for being at his castle that's in the middle of the woods at night and alone.

You think about his question for a moment before responding. "I have no home and thought that I could sleep here for the night, if that's okay with you"

You make up this lie on the spot cause you don't trust Bram yet, because you just met him and you didn't have the best first impression.

Bram nods his head at your words as he grants you permission to stay at his castle for the night. "Thou may stay the night."

"Thank you, I appreciate this kindness" You look away from him and around the room that's being light up by the moonlight.

Bram lights a torch with a match and it lights up the room so now you can see the room so much better. "Follow me. There is a room upstairs thou can sleep in."

Bram starts walking away, you follow him out of the room and down the hallway of the castle. You look around at the stone walls and the decorations hanging.

You both head up the stone stairs and into the second floor where the living quarters are. Bram takes you down the hallway and into a spare bedroom.

You look into the room, there is a queen size bed with red cloth sheets and black wooden frame in the middle of the room with two black wooden nightstands on either side.

Above the nightstands are two hanging touches and at the end the bed is a black wooden dresser for clothes.

"This will be where thou sleeps for the night" Bram explains to you that this is where you are sleeping and you nod to say you understand. "I'll be sleeping at the end of the hall if thou needs me"

Bram leaves you alone in the bedroom and shuts the door behind him. You walk over to the dresser and open it to see if there is any clothes that can fit you.

You find a red silky robe that matches the color of the bed sheets in on of the drawers as you pull it out. You try it on over your clothes and luckily it fits.

You take off your clothes, expect for your undergarments and you put on the robe.

You walk over to the bed and lay down as you pass out from exhaustion. You aren't even under the covers, too exhausted to pull yourself under.

[zaphiyy207]

rkgk: Nothing to see here, just a definitely not injured Bandana Dee wearing definitely not torn Meta Knight cape

Currently working on a fanfic so here's just some sneak peak. Points if you recognize the butchered background I have to made up on the spot

[savage-rhi]

Fuschia/Magenta?

[aria0fgold]

I just read Chapter 4 of ms2 and AAUAAUUAGHHGHGHG

Also I was half-joking when I put in that caiowe ship chart post bout Owen bringing Cain up every chance he gets and... he... he really does... doesn't he???

OWEN?!?!!?!?!!?! HE EVEN DEFENDS HIM???????????? STAAAARRRS HE LOVES CAIN SO MUCH I CAN'T WITH HIM

He can't even deny it... He can't even say no... He KNOWS it's true cuz my guy is so attached to Cain it's ridiculous.

AAAUUGGHHGHHG???? It's Sir Knight, yes, okay, thank you Owen, always gotta make sure he's referred to accordingly, yep, Owen hates him yeah, Owen hates (LYING LIAR WHO LIES) Cain sooo much, yep. That's the truth. Owen even siding with Cain during the betting LIKE OUOUUGHHGHG

Funny time over... man 😔 Owen yearns for a community so badly huh... He's so sick and tired of being alone he just wants to have others around him MAAAAAN. Owen taking Arthur's side too... Oh he's so fond of Central Wizards FOR REAL. Akira, I love you so much, they continue to hope for a better world for the wizards uueueueueeuueeuue

[bonniehooper]

Top Picks of 2023

My Top 20 New Favorite Actors - #3: Mackenyu Arata

Introduction to Him: One Piece

[soft-girl-musings]

WIP Wednesday

ladies & germs, we have a summary 👀

might try and get chapter 1 posted on friday, but if it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen. either way, i'm jazzed to share this labor of love v soon 🫶🏽

one last snippet for your troubles:

“Do you wanna come inside, dry off for a spell? We put on a mean show,” he swears. The kid's face isn't one Jake imagines people say “no” to very often. “...Yeah, alright. Thanks.”

[pitohuiart]

Chapter 1 Page 22

END OF CHAPTER ONE

[wekillitwithfire]

comic books: acquired

[kelbunny]

I'm filled with a desire to make a hot man oc with an eyepatch. No particular reasons.

Except I still have reference sheets to work on so it'll need to wait

[industria-adastra]

[Vampire Knight] If I'm to be reborn, I'll find you (again, again, again) - CHAPTER ONE: my clematis (hope died in the abyss) - [2/4]

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Summary: And in his hands, his flower wilts, and fades away.

There is not even a body left.

Note: Does anyone actually write VK fic in 2023. Is the VK fandom alive lmao

Would Kaname be like this if Yuuki died? Perhaps. He's a character deeply shaped by loss and hinges a lot of his desire to live or die on Yuuki. He also probably considered her 95% minimum as his own emotional support system. Kaname is very messed up lmao. Honestly, I feel like this was a better potential ending for Yuuki dying before his original plans were complete. (Sorry Kaname I'm sad about killing off my personal best girl too) At least I didn't make him go apeshit. (That would be more in line with my WIP Shizuka Hiou character study fic).

Like last time, I recommend playing Miyashita Yuu's cover of "Condolences, and Then Life Goes On". Ah, and the ao3 link.

Pairings featured: Yuuki/Kaname, Yuuki/Zero (mentioned)

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Yuuki (beautiful, wondrous, dying) is like ice in his arms, as if crystallising within the seconds before she shatters in his arms. The words she’d said (I love you), echo in his mind alongside the ringing in his ears. 

Kaname stares down at his palms and finds them empty. Empty, empty, empty. 

Yuuki is dead.

(And there was not even a body left)

There is a building scream in his head, and he’s all too sure his expression is more akin to a monster than a man. The ground quakes beneath his feet, rumbling a warning to nearby unfortunate fellows. And then, for a scant few seconds, it stops.

Kaname could practically taste the relief from the ants close by, thanking their lucky stars for the Kuran heir’s iron-clad control. But all iron rusts, and Kuran Kaname has been dealt a terrible, irrevocably horrible blow. It is only the calm before the storm. He crushes the maelstrom of fury building in his chest into a ball but doesn’t swallow it whole.

Silence… And then, unceremoniously, suddenly—cracks appear in the earth, a storm builds, and the trees groan. Kaname allows the hatred and rage to explode forth whilst still, he stares, blankly, at the space where Yuuki’s small body had once been. Stares, no longer feeling the lingering residue of her warmth. His legs feel numb.

(He is sure that the filthy rats who surrounded them the moment blood hit the water will not come out alive today. Kaname will most surely make it so it will become a reality.)

Suddenly, there is no more light at the end of the road. Suddenly, Kaname is nothing but a blinded man stumbling in the cold unforgiving darkness, grasping for a warm light that will never come. The sun is gone, and already he can feel the frost settling in. Feels it deep in his bones, feels it in his heart as if it might turn to ice at any moment.

With Yuuki gone, what was there to live for? His power builds, destroying everything around him with a frightening ease as he ponders this question. All his plans, all his work—ultimately, it had all begun for Yuuki’s sake. To create a world where she would be forever safe, forever happy (within the sunlight she had so adored, that he had taken away in a moment of selfishness). He had loved her to the point where he would’ve died for her (and he had planned to). 

Yet now… She was no more. She was gone, gone, gone. And now he feels directionless, a boat lost at sea without a lighthouse to guide his way home.

(And with her had gone the warmth within his heart)

A storm rages violently around him.

Kaname stares at his empty hands, and makes a decision.

Everything comes to a standstill.

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Kuran Kaname has always been a creature of patience, of control. But at this point in time, even he struggles to bite down and continue living—if only for a now nebulous goal that he brings to the altar of worship to someone beyond the land of the living.

He’ll create the world he had so desired for her. He’ll do so in her name, for the sake of preserving that world of light she had loved. Now, there was no need to temper his cruelty with gentility. Not when there was no one else to be gentle for. No one to shed the skin of a monster for.

(And perhaps if he does so, he’ll have an afterlife in her arms)

As always, the blood is bitter, nearly flavourless on his tongue, already flaking away into dust alongside the other bodies. As always, he has brought about a swift, violent end to his obstacles. The days continue to pass, and the skeletons continue to pile. He builds a kingdom of peace, brick by brick with offerings of flesh, bone and blood.

As always, he is alone, alone, alone.

(Goals were good. Goals stopped him from thinking too deeply, from remembering. From losing his way and sinking into the comforting dirt.

Soon, he’ll be done.

Soon, he’ll see her again.

Even if it’s only the never-ending dream of the dead.)

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They say the king of monsters resides in a house of the dead, a house of memories.

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As strong as he is, even Kaname can fall prey to sudden weaknesses. 

Sometimes, when the desire swells to an unbearable degree, he crawls into the sheets of her bed—content to bask in her fading presence. For a moment or three, he can delude himself, can pretend that all is right in the world, as right as it always is in his dreams. Yet he dares not stay for too long, too afraid that one day her scent will only be covered by his own. That one day he will have nothing to remember her by but the gaping hole in his heart and soul. If he could, he would tie down those precious memories of her with chains; lock them down and throw away the key.

He hoards her items like a greedy dragon does with treasure, unwilling to part with a single one of them. Kaname has always been only so kind to a certain extent, and has only been the most kind to his most precious person. Years upon years passing by will slowly destroy gentility within anyone.

Again, he inhales the smell of her, feeling the exhaustion heavy in his bones. 

His throat always seizes when it does so; it is always dry and he is forevermore wanting, forevermore hungry for the blood of someone no longer in this world.

(He wonders if this was how Rido felt after Juri's death. Never satisfied, always craving. Wanting, wanting, wanting.)

The bed is always cold when he lies on it.

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They say the king lives in a house that’s withering away with time, still never changing in accordance with a rapidly developing world.

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Every decade or so, he journeys out around the world. Seeing the sights, taking photos, and buying souvenirs for someone who never got the chance to see the full beauty of the world. One by one, these hollow memories fill his own bedroom, a reminder of what could have been.

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In the world of beasts, society is ruled by power and fear.

On a throne above the rest, he is an ever-vigilant, watching eye—daring anyone to step a toe out of line. No one ever does but the most foolish, most beastly of them all. Even then, the punishment is enough for obedience to take root.

Kaname has always been good at being alone.

(He knows that they still follow him, but it is a loyalty and trust stained by fear, chipped away by the ever-growing walls around his heart. Grief makes monsters of men.)

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The world of men is not quite so different from that of beasts.

It is in the boundary between the two worlds that he meets Kiryuu Zero again.

As creatures of the night, physically, they look the same as that fateful year in the academy—young, everlasting. But like recognises like, and Kaname spies similarity in the pallor of their skin, the cold steel of his half-mad eyes, and the apathy deep within every action. His clothes, if it were even possible, look messier than Kaname remembers.

Looking at him now is like looking at a mirror. He gazes into dull lavender eyes and cannot muster up to feel anything at all. What point is there, after all?

(They have both loved and lost)

“How have you been, Kiryuu-kun?” At this point, there is no use for false airs and pleasantries, but Kaname does so anyway, going through the motions of a long-remembered script. Kiryuu is the leader of the Hunter’s Association now, and it does no good to try and shatter the newfound peace between all on a petty whim.

The coldness of his gaze does not change, and neither does his stoic face. “Fine,” is all Kiryuu offers in response. A beat of silence, and then he states, “You’ve been busy.” 

“No more than you have been.” 

Paper slowly shuffles in Kiryuu’s hands, being sorted out one by one. Their stilted conversation is bland, no better than the time they had pretended to be friendly to each other in Cross Kaien’s school office. “There are always many things to attend to, even as there’s less vermin to exterminate.” Even the acid Kiryuu tries to fling does nothing more but fizzle and pop.

“Speaking of vermin. I am quite sure that you will soon find time for a vacation.” At that, Kaname turns to gaze out of the window, eyes fixed on a brown-haired pair down below.

The papers stop shuffling. “I see. Then I should start preparing for that time.” And with that, there is only silence between the two of them.

There is no lost love between the both of them, but at the very least, they can share a moment of understanding. (Of finality)

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Perhaps Kaname feels kind today, revisiting the past. Or perhaps he is simply tired. Maybe that is why he leaves behind Artemis, lying on a faded prefect’s armband.

(She had loved him too, even at the very end)

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And one day, when it is all said and done—the foundations laid, the kingdom strong—Kuran Kaname allows himself to unravel, wither, and fade away.

He wonders if she’ll meet him with a smile from her heart.