#*medieval

[varley-of-torment]

the developers gave the church of seiros the aesthetics of the catholic church but didn't make it's ideology/theology/anything else a one to one or allegory for it just so fic writers could struggle in vain to incorporate religious themes and ideas while still being canon accurate

[forepop]

men are crazy

[indielists]

do you have a medieval / history based character, oc, or verse ? if so, please reblog this post with your character(s) name in the tags, if you are an oc please specify that, and if you only have a verse be sure to specify that as well. please reblog once per blog.

                         reblog and tag appropriately and you will be added to this list.

[toadsrbutch]

Me, when my partner sends me tiddie pics after the 17th: Oh my sweet lady, you know I'm going to have to report you to the FBI under Tumblr ordinance #227, "thou shalln't exposeth thou sweet tiddies"

[psychfloydish]

i just finished an essay about what it means to be a "norwegian", i had no idea even where to begin nor did i really know what the term "norwegian" even meant (and im from norway), so i just wrote a passive agressive text about what i concider being "norwegian" culture or whatever

[ibelieveyoucallmebaby]

A Knight of Camelot (Medieval AU) ~ TheRoyalPrat

The loud clang of metal on metal rang through the air as the men practiced their fighting techniques for the upcoming tournament. Combat would take place in less than three hours, and the Knights of Camelot were entrusted to uphold their current ranking as the best fighters in the kingdom.

Kaz was currently in the midst of mock-battle with three knights, his two teammates giving him the lead as the ducked and weaved to strike first. He let out a small laugh as the opposing team faltered slightly, allowing his team to strike for the winning blow.

With a smile, Kaz reached out a hand for his bested opponent, dropping the act of rivals and helping his fellow Knight up. "Good match, men. Go get yourselves rested and fed before the tournament." He patted their backs as he spoke, turning towards his tent to remove his armor for it to be cleaned.