#paladincore

[thy-golden-knight]

Knightly lifestyle ideas. Part 3

• Stained glass windows with medieval ornaments, crosses and flowers

• Listening to the epic ballads and medieval tunes during your travels

• Have such a voice that can both sing a lullaby to a child and deliver a fierce speech on the eve of battle

• Build up your tolerance for extreme temperatures and weather conditions

• Become a patron of the local arts and businesses

• Traditional thoughtful gestures: hold the door, give up the seat and offer the coat. Not just with a partner, but with everyone

• Throw a medieval-inspired feast with your neighbors allies, featuring game meats, cheeses, bread, mead and wine

• Ardent declarations of undying love under the moonlight

• Create and uphold traditions amongst your kin that champion virtue, kindness and generosity

• Thick velvet drapes around your bed

• Mastering the ways of defending yourself and your loved ones in a street fight

• Punctuality is the politeness of kings and knights alike, thus strive to always be on time as a show of respect

• Have your beloved fall asleep on your lap

• Dress yourself in natural fabrics like linen, cotton or wool. For special occasions — fur, velvet and silk

• Use the privileges you possess to uphold the rights of those who do not share them

• A leather utility belt to hold all your supplies for long journeys

• Wear thy scars proudly, for they tell an epic tale of all your perilous battles and moments of glory

• Encourage others to be better not by words, but by setting a personal example

• Incorporate various military techniques in your daily life, e.g. layering clothes for harsh climate or controlled breathing

• Bring a gift of fine spirits or a foreign delicacy when visiting someone's home

• Upon mastering a craft, become a mentor for the youngsters wishing to learn your trade

• And above all, remain positive against all odds. Let hope be thine armour, and optimism be thy flaming sword to wield against the forces of cynicism, hatred and despair

Part 1 | Part 2

[oh-faire-rider]

No greater gift than to serve as one’s sword and shield; defender, in every regard. To swear fealty is an act of devotion—and yet, an act of love.

I will weather any blow, for you.

I will fight any battle, for you.

I will be a shield from any horror or harm, for you.

Aye, to take the hit, to fight the battle, it is the quietest declaration of all.

[tbdagent]

“divine masculine” “divine feminine” what about DIVINE SMITE

[bastardknight]

made a knightcore phone layout because why not

[forsaken-eye]

the glint of the crown reflected from the moonlight as he stood inhumanly still. his eyes swept across the unlit city below him as a cool breeze fluttered his cape. he drew a deep breath and closed his eyes, the beat of his heart echoing in his chest. the days events replaying in his head as he began to plan for the next. the feeling of a gentle pressure drew his attention back to the present and his eyes opened. glancing beside him, he saw the still figure of the love of his life standing, her delicate hand resting on his shoulder. he let out a shaky breath and moved his hand to cover her smaller one as he closed his eyes. the effect she had on him had always shocked him. he was a prince, the power of the world in his hands. people bowed to him and heeded his every word. and yet the moment she spoke, he melted. she was the one thing that held power over him. a queen, an empress in all but name. the pressure leaving his shoulder drew his attention away from his thoughts as he opened his eyes and looked to his side. the girl was gone. he froze, the memory of her hitting him like a tidal wave. the memory of her spinning through the ballroom as the candles and the starlight cast an ethereal glow around her. the gorgeous gown she had worn billowing out around her legs as he watched her from his throne, his full attention locked on her movements. the memory of the arrow shot from seemingly nowhere finding its way into her chest. the memory of the look on her face, wide eyes, her mouth forming a little ‘o’ in shock. the memory of her eyes locking with his as she reacher her shaking hand out towards him, silently begging for a savior. the memory of rushing to her as her tiny body crumpled, the crown on her head falling to the floor, creating a sound of metal hitting stone mixed with the cries of the people watching. the memory of holding her body close to him as he wept. the memory of her gentle breaths as her hand pressed to his chest, staring up at him with the eyes that had always enraptured him. the memory of her whispered “i love you” as her breaths finally stopped. the memory of crying out in pure desperation, in pure pain, as the love of his life was ripped away from him. the hand on his shoulder had never been there. the image of his love beside him had not been real. she was gone, and he had gone with her.

ghosts ; r.t.

[its-miinty]

fml accidentally swore another oath to my best friend who i have a tiny crush on 🤦🙄

[fade-steppin]

i am thinking, at all times, about how the trollhunter armor is constantly reflecting green light, light that isn't in the surrounding environment, almost like its manifesting its own luminescence

[fade-steppin]

friend: why do you always play a paladin? don't you want to mix it up a little?

me: