#century: 300s

[gd-dollopole]

They should have dwelled more into Merlin’s skills (and I’m not talking about just magic)

As I rewatched Merlin, I realised this man has so many skills?!

We often talk about how surely Arthur must have thought him how to use a sword (I agree 100%) but Merlin also knows how to hunt?

He dislikes it, yet years and years of going hunting with Arthur proves to be fruitful. Merlin founds the deer in season four before the entire Camelot patrol. He knows how to recognise tracks on trees and traces of feet in the mud (he knows how to build them in the right way with magic, too). And I have proof that Arthur teaches Merlin, because in season five, Arthur makes Merlin see what was wrong with the branch. when they went out and Arthur noticed that someone (Mordred) had walked past the woods.

Also, season four, episode two? Merlin wakes up before Lancelot and HE IS HUNTING FISH LIKE A MASTER?!

Have we talked about this? Who taught him? I believe most things he already knew how to do, since he grew up in a village with a single mother where everyone had to fetch up for themselves.

He also knows how to cook. And he gets compliments (even if they are jokes) from the Knights and Arthur himself too.

HE IS A PHYSICIAN, and I wished we could have seen so much more of that, because he is hot, because it proves that is so good at learning, listening and also teaching. He tells Daegal how to get rid of the poison, poison, in his body and HE IS STILL SO HUMBLE ABOUT IT?! He spent more than ten years being an apprentice and when Daegal tells him he is a good physician, Merlin denies it?! Bro has low self esteem.

Merlin also has all the skills required from a servant, like sewing, cleaning specific fabric in a certain way, polishing armour and so many other things, adjusting swords and weapons ecc.

I guess it pisses me off when Merlin is described (heavily in fanfictions too) like an incapable manservant, unable to do things for himself or defend himself without magic, when he spent ten years in Camelot doing new work after new work. Just because he was scared at the end of season five without his powers (because he had never lost them before) it doesn’t mean Merlin isn’t capable of using a sword, or help himself, since he does and challenges Morgana too, even without powers.

EDIT:

Merlin also knows how to use a crossbow and how to fight side by side with Arthur and he knows where to head, where north and south are, based on the scent of the air?! Merlin knows so many things.

[anglerflsh]

shirt that says "I ❤ the missing information on the inner workings of the early roman republic because what we do have is infected by the later political need to anticipate one's proposed laws and actions and morals into the past in order to propagandistically make them more acceptable" on the front

[english-history-trip]

Images from the margins of the 14th century Luttrell Psalter

[lloydfrontera]

oh. i just realized. by the time cpsm happens lloyd and javier have been apart for longer than they were ever together. they've been missing each other more time than they ever got to live at each other's side. "now i have to remember you for longer than i have known you" indeed.

[tontalunar]

:^0!!! I just wanna say thanks to everyone whose followed me through all the art style changes, fanfic rewrites, and just my lack of posting bhjvjhbjh. I’ve been busy with work and school but I’m gonna try to be more active on here!

*shoves you a bloody Rick*

[puddle-of-awesomeness]

Congratulations to Lewis Hamilton for taking the record for the most f1 grand prix wins... from Lewis Hamilton

[goatsandgangsters]

new (silly) headcanon that the reason aleksander has a secret tunnel cluttered with So Much Random Stuff is that he has a lucrative side business as an antique dealer, so he just holds onto his furniture and goods for a couple centuries until it's valuable

[taurnachardhin]

They're sad. They're lonely. They stubbornly dedicated their lives to the same cause for years in the face of all doubt and judgment, but never met. They have supporting character syndrome and habitually subsume their own desires in service to others. They're afraid they're disappointing everyone around them anyway. They helped a teenager kill a godking together. They were each other's closest and arguably only friend for a year but that friendship was tragically severed by circumstances beyond their control and they each still bear literal scars from the wounds the other dealt in spite of having functionally infinite healing ability. They became near-immortal godlike beings and they STILL subsume their own desires in service to others and only became more tragic than ever. They're convinced they will never be loved. They each resemble the other's sole canon love interest more closely than any other character and both of those love interests are dead so what now.

[ununnilium]

So okay, what if they titled light novels like 19th-century novels?

"Slime Three Hundred, or, A Full and Accurate Account of the Comings and Goings of One Azusa Aizawa, Witch, and the Manner in Which She Killed None But Slimes For Three Hundred Years, and Thereby Doing So, Achieved the Highest Possible Level of Magical Power."

[minban]

"you're a centuries old graveyard. but not only for those you mourn. it is also for those whom you have felled in battle. tell me, my adored Sun: is this why you have never been disgusted with me? is it because there is a terrible side to you as well the world ought to dread? I am not afraid. show me your horror!" ( you know what we talked about yesterday so aksjshdh )

@furiaei / a glimpse to the many years of war

memories of war haunt him, following him in each and every calculated step that he takes as he walks the path of a savior, a pillar of strength that must never falter. there was once a time where all he knew was red, of crimson painting every inch of his vision as he sinks his blade into the abominations of abundances' flesh over and over and over and over until the only feeling that courses through him is that of a blade piercing flesh. blood splattering across his feet and lifeless bodies hitting the ground had become his home, a field riddled with war that had lasted for centuries. centuries of watching his comrades take up arms and centuries of hearing piercing screams sharp as any blade and centuries of endless slaughter. once upon a time, he had craved the violence he bathed himself in, if only to numb his mind from the comrades that fell with the abominations, their bodies mixing on the floor in the sea of crimson.

jing yuan looks at his beloved with the softest of smiles. "my love, you have learned to read me so well, like a well worn book that is fraying at the seams. how could i ever hide who i am from you when i have come to you caked in filthy blood and you approach me by cradling my face so sweetly. you have come to me painted in crimson as well, and i have kissed the red from your lips as you smear blood along the path of my skin with your claws. you are right, i could never be disgusted by you, for i have seen sights that would have lesser men fainting by the mere sight. and i have indulged in those sights, taking up my sword and adding to the mess that covers the ground in blood and flesh."

he pulls her close, gently tugging her hand up so that he may leave a kiss to the palm of her hand. his beloved feels warm against his lips, and he burns to have more of her encapsulated within his arms. "the knowledge of my victories have been spread far and wide, and yet there are not many who will research the finer details of what that means. many know that i have been to war for centuries. they care that i have brought peace to my home, they care not for the horrors that i faced. they label me as a hero rather than a murderer who has slaughtered countless abominations." the dozing general, he has been called. a title that feels so odd in comparison to the many years he has wielded his blade on the front lines, to the many lives he has taken that were not simply abominations. "i fear that i am not the hero that my people think of me as. i fear that i may miss the feeling of slaughter beneath my hands. i fear that my fallen comrades may resent me for it."

[hy2ka]

hcq lore doesnt compute. why does yanqing recognize dan heng and why isnt dan heng like a couple centuries old and why does jingliu recognize yanqing . ????????

[lloydfrontera]

‘An elf attends a human banquet, even the imperial banquet? Was there a precedent for that? No, was that request accepted?’ ‘This is great resourcefulness. ‘I want to learn too.’ Everyone was amazed. And looked forward to it. Today, how will the crown prince capture the heart of the elf he invited to the banquet hall? Perhaps an unprecedented elf empress will be brought into the Magentano royal family.

i mean. yeah. but you're thinking of the wrong brother :/

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

you dumb twats did it again

idk what to do this time so just ask me anything lol

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[captainrufflebanger]

Sometimes friends ask for a bat art zine... my brother that is nearly 4 years worth of phone doodles

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

don't ever let me visit thermopylae cause i know i will start crying and will make a scene in front of the monument to the thespians that fought alongside the spartans.

[deadrlngers]

wip wednesday whatever day

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i said i would bring back my ac2 oc and i did because sometimes it's nice to write about idiots that share your culture but. it's the year of our lord 2023 so like i deserve to be shot for this tbh

"May I know your name, then, my lady?"

"Indifference." She spared a reply, one word the best she could offer. Undoubtedly, and needlessly, haughty. Chin raised up by the pure force of her arrogance and eyes gaping as if possessed by the pompousness of her own reply. A posture deserving of a pretentious portrait. One of the kinds that carry the features of lords and ladies into history, painted with pretty tints and horrid fatigue on a fine, far more noble, linen canvas stained with the stench of their wealth until the end of times or ruin would come.

“My lady Indifference.” Palm resting above his heart and arm held out from his body, Ezio performed the caricature of a bow. “I feel I've caught your dislike, undeserved if you will, but in any case I apologize.” If it wasn’t for the grin tugging the corner of his mouth up and carrying the scar over his lips into a stretch as well, Ezio’s insincere honesty could’ve fooled an untrained eye. Truth is, arrogance could only be fought with akin approach, like mockery.

“What's a woman's name to you but another useless thorn in a rose? If I speak of it now, the wind would blow it away in less than a moment from your mind and from my lips.” Ginevra tilted her head to the side, studying the figure clad in white in front of her better, and a soft clunking of the pendants hanging to her lobes accompanied the movement. “Your fame precedes you.”

“And yours is unknown as far as I know.”

“How did you recognize me then?”

“Pearls.” He earnestly replied. “No one else wore them like you in Venice that day, much less now in Florence. But if you wish for an answer free of flattery…” his eyes lowered to the painter’s hands, taking one last peek for certainty “I'm sure you know that charcoal on white is incredibly easy to spot.”

Instinctively, fingertip met fingertip and began rubbing one another, spreading further the charcoal staining them. Frivolous surprise. Ezio managed to leave her wordless, that she could admit; but not for too long.

“And yet you have met me three times now, including today, but you neither remember nor know which one was the first."

“If you deemed me worthy of a name, I would never forget you again. On the contrary, I would even remember the past."

Whispers in Florence spoke of Ezio as a charmer, but Ginevra prefered to regard him as a satyr for his smile matched the creatures in mischievousness. Deceiving yet full of wit. Imminent trouble, they should call him.

“Beatrice.” She stated swiftly.

And a chuckle came as response. “Ask me to call you a liar then."