KNIGHTS 'N BITCHES
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Re: KNIGHTS 'N BITCHES
Colonial!America on Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:19 pm
[[ Hmmmm.... Spain or Wales/Scotland? xD Or I can double as Prussia because I'm totally awesome like that
I already started the princess sketchdump xD Awww
The joy of fanart when bored.]]
The joy of fanart when bored.]]
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Re: KNIGHTS 'N BITCHES
Matthew Williams on Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:57 pm
((...can we start yet? :3 *obviously not eager to be da elf*))
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Re: KNIGHTS 'N BITCHES
Pirate!England on Thu Feb 16, 2012 9:06 pm
Rebel!America wrote:t;][[ Hmmmm.... Spain or Wales/Scotland? xDOr I can double as Prussia because I'm totally awesome like thatI already started the princess sketchdump xD Awww
The joy of fanart when bored.]]
ASDFASDFASDF I DUNNO WHAT TO DOOOOOO
I suppose, since you did have dibs first...OKAYFINEPRINCESSAMERICAISTOOEPICTORESIST.
...damn you, I can't draw at all TT_TT
sure, Prussia makes an epic knight :D *TEUTON FANGASM*
We need a greedy king too, as an NPC, cause he gets thrown into the moat
K MATTIE YOU START]]
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Re: KNIGHTS 'N BITCHES
Colonial!America on Fri Feb 17, 2012 10:56 am
[[ It's something fun to do when you're bored, even if it doesn't come out as you planned. XD Speaking of drawing though, I should finish up that valentine's drawing I pulled out of my ass started during that Home Economics lecture. :'D I might post it up before I finish ze crackatastic princess sketch dump.
If I reply a tad late, you guys know why xD
And I'd like to see Austria thrown into a moatmy inner Prussia is so happy now c<]]]
And I'd like to see Austria thrown into a moat
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Re: KNIGHTS 'N BITCHES
Matthew Williams on Sat Feb 18, 2012 2:22 pm
|•| Canada |•|
'The Elf'
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"I'm not a kid,
I just look young.
No I'm not a vegetarian,
I eat meat too!
I'm not helpless,
I can fend for myself.
My looks are deceiving
One second cheerful
The next mad
And ten minutes later I'm tired.
I don't have moodswings
That's just me.
If you don't like it
That's your problem
Not mine."
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Location: Forest § With: Self § Thoughts: [unknown]
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Canada, a normally shy wood elf, was feeling a bit annoyed. For some reason, clumsy knights from all kingdoms were trying to kill Flames That Erupt At Night, a dragon that lived near Canada's tree top home in a thick maple forest. The dragon and him were pretty good friends. Actually, she was Canada's only friend. Canada hated it whenever he attempted to sleep, he would always be awaken by Flame's fiery roars as knights on horse back jabbed at her with sharp metal swords.
An it didn't help with the fact Flame now had a nest to look after too. She used to have a mate named Roaring Winds During Raging Storm, but he got killed by the greedy king who stabbed the dragon in the heart with a spear. Canada had despised the king ever since.
Canada had also heard a rumor a rich king from a faraway mystical king was saying someone could marry their princess. Of course, Canada usually didn't care about things like that, but he was also kind of friends with that king. However, elves rarely married humans, and were more than ever always single. Sure, some had partners, but not many of the pairs lasted longer than five years.
Canada sat in his tree, watching Flame's cave from behind the leaves. She had told him to watch the cave as have hunted for deer for their dinner, so he just sat and waited, his pointy ears twitching at the faintest of sounds. He could hear the baby dragons play wrestling from inside the dark cavern, making loud squealing noises. Occasionally a snort of fire would fly wildly out of the entrance, but it didn't happen often.
Many times Canada heard a suspicious noise, and he turned towards it, gripping his bow tightly, getting ready to notch an arrow from his quiver if necessary. But the sounds usually were just deer, squirrels and other woodland animals. Once he saw a bright red vixen, but it darted away before he could watch it longer. A couple of times he swore he saw another elf, but it was just his imagination.
Most of the woodland elves were now dead, thanks to vain, selfish lords and sovereigns. They were jealous of the fair folk, and demanded they got executed on the spot. Canada had avoided that, wearing his long silky hair over the points of his ears. When he had to walk around human society, he wore a long, dark red cloak with a hood over his head. Humans still gave him the shivers, however. He still remembered the sad night full of tragedy when his whole family except for him was murdered by a group of hunters.
It had been Canada's turn to go hunt wild deer in the forest. His mother smiled at him, telling him to be careful and not to go near any humans. Waving his family goodbye, the young elf pranced into the moonlit forest, hunting for deer.
At one point, he heard a scuffle in the bush, and caught a glimpse of a human face disappearing. Alarmed, Canada turned and ran home to alert his family. That's when he heard the loud screams. He saw the clearing he had lived in his whole life drenched and flowing with blood. The blood of his parents and siblings. As tears streamed down his face, a stray arrow flew by his head, and the distressed elf turned and ran as fast as he could away from the horrifying scene.
The humans had heartlessly killed his family, leaving him alone.
Fresh tears rolled down Canada's face as he remembered the terrifying scene. After that night, he never did fully trust a human again. And that had been the last time he had ever seen another one of his kind. He wiped his watery eyes with the sleeve of his cloak as he watched the forest for any signs of danger. He knew he couldn't be too careful.
Canada watched as one of the playful dragons tumbled out of the cave, pushed by one of their siblings. They flew back in, eager to join back in the game they had been playing.
He looked around, now feeling anxious to get out of his solemn mood. Perhaps when Flame came back he could tell her that was going out. Canada would find something to do. Hopefully.
Ten minutes later he heard loud flapping noises and looked up to a jet black dragon with big red eyes flying overhead. Waving his hands, he got Flame to land in front of him, and told her about his plan. She placid it was fine, and soon Canada was sprinting through the forest, agile as a deer, his worries behind him as he ran.
Canada heard some commotion from near the greedy king's castle, and he headed over there to check it out. It turned out that the greedy king was talking to a wizard and a knight. It wasn't 'talking', more like 'yelling'. Canada cringed. He turned and dashed back to Flame's cave.
He warned her of the interesting meeting he had overheard, and they plotted to be more cautious in the future in case of attacks or intrusions by the greedy king's men. They even thought about moving, but they decided it would be too risky. The two would just have to wait until the danger was over.
'The Elf'
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"I'm not a kid,
I just look young.
No I'm not a vegetarian,
I eat meat too!
I'm not helpless,
I can fend for myself.
My looks are deceiving
One second cheerful
The next mad
And ten minutes later I'm tired.
I don't have moodswings
That's just me.
If you don't like it
That's your problem
Not mine."
|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|
Location: Forest § With: Self § Thoughts: [unknown]
|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|
Canada, a normally shy wood elf, was feeling a bit annoyed. For some reason, clumsy knights from all kingdoms were trying to kill Flames That Erupt At Night, a dragon that lived near Canada's tree top home in a thick maple forest. The dragon and him were pretty good friends. Actually, she was Canada's only friend. Canada hated it whenever he attempted to sleep, he would always be awaken by Flame's fiery roars as knights on horse back jabbed at her with sharp metal swords.
An it didn't help with the fact Flame now had a nest to look after too. She used to have a mate named Roaring Winds During Raging Storm, but he got killed by the greedy king who stabbed the dragon in the heart with a spear. Canada had despised the king ever since.
Canada had also heard a rumor a rich king from a faraway mystical king was saying someone could marry their princess. Of course, Canada usually didn't care about things like that, but he was also kind of friends with that king. However, elves rarely married humans, and were more than ever always single. Sure, some had partners, but not many of the pairs lasted longer than five years.
Canada sat in his tree, watching Flame's cave from behind the leaves. She had told him to watch the cave as have hunted for deer for their dinner, so he just sat and waited, his pointy ears twitching at the faintest of sounds. He could hear the baby dragons play wrestling from inside the dark cavern, making loud squealing noises. Occasionally a snort of fire would fly wildly out of the entrance, but it didn't happen often.
Many times Canada heard a suspicious noise, and he turned towards it, gripping his bow tightly, getting ready to notch an arrow from his quiver if necessary. But the sounds usually were just deer, squirrels and other woodland animals. Once he saw a bright red vixen, but it darted away before he could watch it longer. A couple of times he swore he saw another elf, but it was just his imagination.
Most of the woodland elves were now dead, thanks to vain, selfish lords and sovereigns. They were jealous of the fair folk, and demanded they got executed on the spot. Canada had avoided that, wearing his long silky hair over the points of his ears. When he had to walk around human society, he wore a long, dark red cloak with a hood over his head. Humans still gave him the shivers, however. He still remembered the sad night full of tragedy when his whole family except for him was murdered by a group of hunters.
It had been Canada's turn to go hunt wild deer in the forest. His mother smiled at him, telling him to be careful and not to go near any humans. Waving his family goodbye, the young elf pranced into the moonlit forest, hunting for deer.
At one point, he heard a scuffle in the bush, and caught a glimpse of a human face disappearing. Alarmed, Canada turned and ran home to alert his family. That's when he heard the loud screams. He saw the clearing he had lived in his whole life drenched and flowing with blood. The blood of his parents and siblings. As tears streamed down his face, a stray arrow flew by his head, and the distressed elf turned and ran as fast as he could away from the horrifying scene.
The humans had heartlessly killed his family, leaving him alone.
Fresh tears rolled down Canada's face as he remembered the terrifying scene. After that night, he never did fully trust a human again. And that had been the last time he had ever seen another one of his kind. He wiped his watery eyes with the sleeve of his cloak as he watched the forest for any signs of danger. He knew he couldn't be too careful.
Canada watched as one of the playful dragons tumbled out of the cave, pushed by one of their siblings. They flew back in, eager to join back in the game they had been playing.
He looked around, now feeling anxious to get out of his solemn mood. Perhaps when Flame came back he could tell her that was going out. Canada would find something to do. Hopefully.
Ten minutes later he heard loud flapping noises and looked up to a jet black dragon with big red eyes flying overhead. Waving his hands, he got Flame to land in front of him, and told her about his plan. She placid it was fine, and soon Canada was sprinting through the forest, agile as a deer, his worries behind him as he ran.
Canada heard some commotion from near the greedy king's castle, and he headed over there to check it out. It turned out that the greedy king was talking to a wizard and a knight. It wasn't 'talking', more like 'yelling'. Canada cringed. He turned and dashed back to Flame's cave.
He warned her of the interesting meeting he had overheard, and they plotted to be more cautious in the future in case of attacks or intrusions by the greedy king's men. They even thought about moving, but they decided it would be too risky. The two would just have to wait until the danger was over.
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To America: Was this good enough? XD
Everyone else: Hi. XDDD
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Re: KNIGHTS 'N BITCHES
Pirate!England on Mon Feb 20, 2012 8:44 pm
[[ASDFASDFASDF I CAN'T POST UNTIL WEDNESDAY NIGHT SORRY
I'm visiting a friend (and doing various touristy things) in D.C. at the moment and didn't account for the lack of internet access at her house :/
I CAN'T EVEN POST PROPERLY CAUSE I'M BEING DRAGGED AWAY TO PRACTICE BRITISH ACCENTS/REENACT GEICO COMMERCIALS/PLAN MY HONEYMOON AND ARGHHHHHHH
I SORRY]]
I'm visiting a friend (and doing various touristy things) in D.C. at the moment and didn't account for the lack of internet access at her house :/
I CAN'T EVEN POST PROPERLY CAUSE I'M BEING DRAGGED AWAY TO PRACTICE BRITISH ACCENTS/REENACT GEICO COMMERCIALS/PLAN MY HONEYMOON AND ARGHHHHHHH
I SORRY]]
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Re: KNIGHTS 'N BITCHES
Pirate!England on Fri Feb 24, 2012 9:59 pm
Let it be established that Arthur Kirkland was, to the core, a gentleman.
The laws of courtesy had been drilled into him his entire life. Don't slouch. Elbows off the table. Napkin in your lap. Say please and thank you. Keep eye contact and smile when speaking to someone. Pick up after yourself. Wipe your feet before coming in. Compliment other cooks' food even if it's disgusting. Change the toilet paper if you finish it. Shake hands with enough force as to establish confidence but not enough as to seem threatening. If you're dining with a poor household, politely refuse seconds even if you're starving. If you're dining with a rich one, take seconds even if you aren't hungry.
It went on into infinity, the list of things that were by now habit to Arthur. Incidentally, the list corresponded directly with things that the princess Would Not Do.
Crown Princess Amelia was an accident waiting to happen. She was definition bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and threw around her rather huge chest and long-lean body in a way that made it distinctly unattractive. Suitors flocked to her for her energy, beauty, and money, but were repelled by her brash attitude and caustic conduct. She might be in line for the throne, but she was trouble, no doubt about it. Acted like some common country bumpkin half the time on top of it all.
Nevertheless, Amelia was still a younger sister to him. She was four years younger than him and had followed him around like a puppy for most of her childhood, fascinated with the older, taller, cooler wizard-in-training (and, later, the older-shorter-cooler wizard). Amelia had always been a little pest, a gnat in Arthur's ear, begging him to make the pretty lights with his staff again and again.
As she grew up, he'd explained to her about important things like boys and alcohol, and lectured her about less-important (in her mind) things like history and taxes. (Arthur had even courted her for a few months at one point, at their parents' urging, but when it became clear that their relationship was far too platonic to even touch each other romantically, the king and Arthur's mother allowed him to break it off.) However, despite the undeniable fact that she was an adult now (her chest, if nothing else, testified to that), Amelia still acted like a six-year-old, taking every opportunity to pull pranks, tease, or smash his face into her breasts simply to laugh at his blush. Annoying, unpleasant, galling, aggravating, bothersome, vexing, irritating, irksome, exasperating - Princess Amelia was all these and more.
But however she might annoy him at times, Arthur was fiercely protective of the girl to whom he would one day call queen.
(Only when she wasn't there, of course.)
"Your Highness," he gritted out, "please return our princess."
King Roderich was seated stiffly on a throne that didn't fit him at all, with a sneer on his face that fit like a glove. This was the man who had taken Amelia for his own profit. This was the man who wanted to marry her. For profit
Arthur hoped, however selfishly, that the daggers shooting from his eyes penetrated King Roderich's bubble of self-absorption.
[[Aaaaaand now is when Gilbert does the Moat Throwing??? :3]]
The laws of courtesy had been drilled into him his entire life. Don't slouch. Elbows off the table. Napkin in your lap. Say please and thank you. Keep eye contact and smile when speaking to someone. Pick up after yourself. Wipe your feet before coming in. Compliment other cooks' food even if it's disgusting. Change the toilet paper if you finish it. Shake hands with enough force as to establish confidence but not enough as to seem threatening. If you're dining with a poor household, politely refuse seconds even if you're starving. If you're dining with a rich one, take seconds even if you aren't hungry.
It went on into infinity, the list of things that were by now habit to Arthur. Incidentally, the list corresponded directly with things that the princess Would Not Do.
Crown Princess Amelia was an accident waiting to happen. She was definition bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and threw around her rather huge chest and long-lean body in a way that made it distinctly unattractive. Suitors flocked to her for her energy, beauty, and money, but were repelled by her brash attitude and caustic conduct. She might be in line for the throne, but she was trouble, no doubt about it. Acted like some common country bumpkin half the time on top of it all.
Nevertheless, Amelia was still a younger sister to him. She was four years younger than him and had followed him around like a puppy for most of her childhood, fascinated with the older, taller, cooler wizard-in-training (and, later, the older-shorter-cooler wizard). Amelia had always been a little pest, a gnat in Arthur's ear, begging him to make the pretty lights with his staff again and again.
As she grew up, he'd explained to her about important things like boys and alcohol, and lectured her about less-important (in her mind) things like history and taxes. (Arthur had even courted her for a few months at one point, at their parents' urging, but when it became clear that their relationship was far too platonic to even touch each other romantically, the king and Arthur's mother allowed him to break it off.) However, despite the undeniable fact that she was an adult now (her chest, if nothing else, testified to that), Amelia still acted like a six-year-old, taking every opportunity to pull pranks, tease, or smash his face into her breasts simply to laugh at his blush. Annoying, unpleasant, galling, aggravating, bothersome, vexing, irritating, irksome, exasperating - Princess Amelia was all these and more.
But however she might annoy him at times, Arthur was fiercely protective of the girl to whom he would one day call queen.
(Only when she wasn't there, of course.)
"Your Highness," he gritted out, "please return our princess."
King Roderich was seated stiffly on a throne that didn't fit him at all, with a sneer on his face that fit like a glove. This was the man who had taken Amelia for his own profit. This was the man who wanted to marry her. For profit
Arthur hoped, however selfishly, that the daggers shooting from his eyes penetrated King Roderich's bubble of self-absorption.
[[Aaaaaand now is when Gilbert does the Moat Throwing??? :3]]
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