battles to ride a horse into

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He had traveled in the Free Cities, learning the poisoner’s trade and perhaps arts darker still, if rumors could be believed. He had studied at the Citadel, going so far as to forge six links of a maester’s chain before he grew bored. He had soldiered in the Disputed Lands across the narrow sea, riding with the Second Sons for a time before forming his own company. His tourneys, his battles, his duels, his horses, his carnality…it was said that he bedded men and women both, and had begotten bastard girls all over Dorne. The sand snakes, men called his daughters.

The Signs as Overwatch Mains and Playstyles

Aries: Reaper, says hello before every kill and uses an emote after

Taurus: Lucio, stays behind teammates but within range to heal/boost, actually stays on the objective

Gemini: Sombra, goes around the map to hack every health pack, does nothing but stay invisible for the rest of the game

Cancer: Hasn’t figured out how character selection works, picks whichever hero is selected by default, throws a tantrum every time they get sniped

Leo: Tracer, actually plays decently, follows their friend into battle

Virgo: Pharah, targets enemies that shit talk their teammates in the chat

Libra: Genji, climbs walls to get into weird places, only enters fights to use the dragon ultimate

Scorpio: Widowmaker, charges right to the frontlines instead of finding a sniping position

Sagittarius: Hanzo and Orisa, goes to online forums to complain that Hanzo would be cooler riding a horse, also wishes Orisa was more equine 

Capricorn: Junkrat, does nothing for 99.9% of the match but somehow gets play of the game with the rip tire ultimate

Aquarius: Soldier 76, tries to get teammates to follow an actual strategy but is ignored by everyone

Pisces: Mercy, goes around to heal everyone but immediately switches to pistol and chases after anyone that attacks them

If Shingeki no Kyojin was a regular shounen

•Mikasa’s boobs would have been more important.
•Armin would be a “trap”.
•Eren would’ve at least walked in on Mikasa chaning once.
•Jean and Connie would’ve probably been severely perverted.
•The 104th trainee squad arc would’ve been longer.
•We would’ve had sneak peeks from the girls dormitory.
•Eren would have probably had a boob landing on Annie.
•Ymir would be groping Historia/Krista in public.
•Titan shifters would come out of their titans naked.
•When the girls be riding horses they be jiggling.
•Hanji’s gender was gonna be assumed.
•Eren and Mikasa would’ve -God forbid-kissed in chapter 50.
•They would’ve went to the beach-idk how-and the hot springs in the middle of a battle.
•Eren would be even blunter and denser.
•Mikasa would’ve been extremely stupid.

Just some stupid thoughts with no need to be released whatsoever…

Loyalty (Jon Snow)

word count: 11, 527 (yeah, i went a lil crazy with this one…)

prompt: Y/N grew up as Eddard Stark’s Ward after the death of her father. Ned fed her stories of the great Ser Arthur Dayne and it became her mission to prove herself worthy of wielding Dawn. However, Y/N’s childish view of honorable and honest knights was diminished after the death of everyone she grew to love. After surviving the Red Wedding, she joins Stannis Baratheon, the rightful king of Westeros and rides North.

warning: there is a small smut scene, not very descriptive

a/n: I was writing a fifty chapter fanfic bc I’ve been obsessed with the idea of Arthur Dayne having a daughter and her wanting to be like her dad, but bc we all know this bitch (me) ain’t gonna finish it, I decided to cramp all of it into this. Hopefully, you enjoy and i might write a second part? 

update: I wrote the second part

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“There are ancient tales of Hairy Men of Essos riding unicorns into battle, and the Skagosi lords are also said to ride unicorns. They are also said to live in the high mountains of Ib. And several Westerosi houses feature unicorns in their sigils. These animals are all but gone.”

This one was fun to do. I used more mountain goat species rather than horses for reference. Though these animals I would imagine can get quite large considering they can be used as mounts. Be sure to check out my other asoiaf creature designs!

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Warrior Culture : Mongol

The Mongolian Empire is perhaps the most underrated of them all. Ironic since at its hights it controlled more land than Julius Caesar, Napoleon Bonaparte, and Adolf Hitler combined. They were predominantly a nomadic horse warrior people, able to ride for days and outwit, out maneuver, and out survive their enemies. Brutal and effective in battle with enemies, but magnanimous in peace with friends, as it should be.

there are tons of posts about why Killua is a precious and amazing boy so I’m just going to make this all about why he’s such a terrible little shit sometimes:

  • he killed two men just because he couldn’t take a ball from the chairman of hunters
  • he’s a shameless cunning stone-cold Slytherin and he wins most of his battles with tricks and lies
  • he will also do anything to win
  • including fucking following Ikalgo’s host into a cave full of killer fish knowing it could’ve been a death trap just so he could kill the guy for pissing him off 
  • he literally almost died there because of sheer spite
  • he terrified Sadaso into submission (granted that was deserved and badass, but still that was ultimately anti-villain territory)
  • he casually told Gon he’d meet him up in the winner’s floor in heavens arena right before he was about to battle Zushi, right in front of Zushi
  • then he lashed out and could have crushed Zushi’s ribs if Zushi hadn’t been charged up with nen, again because he just couldn’t handle not winning
  • he initially didn’t want to help Kurapika with the whole Spiders thing and probably would have preferred if he and Gon focused on GI instead
  • he can be materialistic and waste money on unnecessary shit (like food and his too many outfits)
  • he rides a horse in the most pretentious way possible
  • he is just so extra
  • I love him

don’t leave me // thiam

(A/N - how the hospital/elevator scene from the finale should have gone down)

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I was just asking myself the same thing.”

Liam looked at Theo with wide eyes. A warm sensation remained pulsing through his body, centring in the places where Theo had moments ago had contact against his skin. If Liam allowed himself a second to close his eyes, he had no doubt he would be able to recall the bliss feeling of safety that overwhelmed him wholly whenever Theo touched him. But now, he had to remain in reality - hospital, elevator, Gabe, hunters -

Theo had saved him. Again.

Both boys stood in silence, gazing deeply at each other’s eyes. Then lips. Then eyes. Then lips. Liam couldn’t be sure, but he heard Theo’s heart jump, then speed up rapidly. This would’ve been all the more amusing if Theo couldn’t hear Liam’s heart doing exactly the same thing.

Theo’s breath got deeper and heavier as his eyes darted over Liam’s face. This is it, he thought, it’s him. It’s Liam.

Theo recalled silently the exact moment he knew that he was in love with Liam: he was riding that stupid ghost-rider horse, not having a clue what he was doing. In that moment he had made Theo smile the most genuine, toothy grin that had passed his lips in a long, long time. But even before that moment, Theo had known there was a connection between them - Liam saving him from the depths of hell, the ghost rider battle in the hospital moments before…

But Theo had never been quite sure if Liam had been feeling this same connection. He could pick up the chemosignals, but not decipher their meaning. He caught the glances they shared and the looks in their eyes, but still had never been sure.

Until right now.

“Are they still out there?” Theo choked out, practically gasping for breath.

Liam nodded tentatively, his breath too clearly uneven.

And then they were facing each other, and all the emotions that had previously been so securely barricaded melted away behind the eyes.

Liam made the first move as he practically leaped into Theo’s already open arms. They collided messily, but as their lips met it was soft and gentle and sweet.

Theo’s arms wrapped tightly around Liam as Liam gripped Theo’s face passionately with his palms, fingers delving into his soft hair (Liam had literally dreamt of this moment). Any fear that Liam had melted away for this brief - too brief - moment of passion between them. Both boys were electrified with the elevation of the kiss.

It was fast paced but deep and passionate - and when it ended, they stayed wrapped around each other in a tight embrace for a while. Theo read the chemosignals :

love, love, love

Neither boy had to say it, or anything, because they both knew. They’d always known. This was inevitable for them.

“Please don’t leave me” Liam whispered into the crook of Theo’s warm neck. He could hear the boy’s still rapid heartbeat and feel it against his cheek. He never wanted to leave.

“Never.” Theo whispered back, and the sincerity in his tone told Liam that he meant it. But Theo, drugged up on Liam, continued. “Stay with me?”

“Always” Liam smiled softly as he moved his head to look up at the marginally taller boy. Their eyes glistened in the dimmed light of the hospital elevator. It was almost deja vu.

Theo reached down and grabbed Liam’s hand, and his immediate thought was I am never letting go.

“Are you ready?” He said, a confident smile on his face as he gazed at the beautiful boy next to him.

“I am if you are.” Liam replied softly, more content now than he had been ever in the past year; despite, you know, the possibility of death approaching outside the elevator doors.

“Lets fight.” Theo said surely, squeezing Liam’s hand in his own as he punched the opening doors with his free knuckles.

With one last fleeting glance at each other, the doors opened and they flew out - hand in hand - passion and determination to protect each other driving their battle.

Don’t you dare leave me now.

A/N - soooo I’ve not written anything in ages but I just felt a sudden urge with these two :) I know it’s only short, but any feedback would be greatly appreciated!!!!

Thanks Huns x

Eleanor of Aquitaine: a fashion icon of her days

Eleanor of Aquitaine enjoyed dressing elegantly in fine clothes, often of silk embroidered in gold or silver thread, and she became a fashion icon in the Medieval Europe

Having grown up at the splendid and majestic court of Aquitaine, Eleanor always loved luxurious and exquisite jewelry, and her collection of pieces of jewelry, including massive necklaces and jewelled circlets to hold in place veils that all married women wore in the 12th century.

Bernard of Clairvaux, a French abbot, harshly criticized Eleanor’s dresses and manners when she was the Queen of France. We have a detailed description of one of Eleanor’s dresses she wore in the period.

Bernard of Clairvaux wrote about Eleanor’s appearance:

The garments of court ladies are fashioned from the finest tissues of wool or silk. A costly fur between two layers of rich stuffs forms the lining and border of their cloaks. Their arms are loaded with bracelets; from their ears hang pendants, enshrining precious stones. For headdress they have a kerchief of fine linen which they drape about their neck and shoulders, allowing one corner to fall over the left arm. This is the wimple, ordinarily fastened to their brows by a chaplet, a filet, or a circle of wrought gold.”

Bernard of Clairvaux’s description coincides with the one given by Geoffrey de Vigeois, who also condemned the outlandish and vulgar French court fashions in the period when Eleanor was King Louis VII’s wife. Of course, conservative French courtiers, all the more abbots, couldn’t like Eleanor’s frank courtly manners and frank clothes, which were fashionable in Aquitaine and which she was accustomed too.

When Eleanor of Aquitaine and Louis VII were in Palestine on the Second Crusade, there was an outrageous tale about Eleanor and her ladies, which might have originated from the eyewitness account of a Greek observer, who described Eleanor and her ladies as being dressed like Amazons on their way to the Holy Land.

Benoit de Saint-Maure dedicated his Le Roman de Troie (The Romance of Troy), a medieval retelling of the epic theme of the Trojan War, to Eleanor, in which he described Eleanor and her Amazons as riding into battle on a fine Spanish horse caparisoned with “a hundred tiny golden twinkling bells“ and armed with "a hauberk whiter than snow,” a sword, a lance, and a golden shield bordered with rubies and emeralds. She and her Amazons let “their lovely hair hang free.”

In 1154, Eleanor of Aquitaine and her second husband, King Henry II of England, were crowned and consecrated with pomp and splendor. Unfortunately, we don’t have the detailed description of Eleanor’s coronation gown, but, according to Alison Weir, a Victorian biographer would have dressed her in:

a wimple or close coif with a circlet of gems over it; her kirtle or close gown has tight sleeves and fastens with full gathers just below the throat, confined with a rich collar of gems” and over this was added “an elegant pelisson, bordered with fur.”

The impact of Eleanor’s great tastes on clothing style in England was enormous as she introduced fashions, fabrics, and etiquette from more cultured and sophisticated court. Women’s clothing became richly ornamented and increasingly elaborate

Eleanor’s effigy of at Fontevraud Abbey shows her gown covered with diagonal bars of gold, in the triangles of which there are gold crescents placed from point to point, and no doubt other ladies of her time had their emblems or badges embroidered into their gowns.

Eleanor brought some of well known Aquitanian traditions into English fashion. 

A bliaut was a rich, full overgown made of fine silk, which tightly fitted the bodice and down to the hips; it was worn with a decorate belt and an ornamental girdle. Wearing bliaut was a new highly fashionable trend at the royal court.

The bodice of bliaut was split down on either side from underarm to hip and attached with ribbons, which made gown envelop the body tighter. 

The skirt was cut wide, falling down to feet freely, in light folds. Bliaut sleeves were tight from shoulder to elbow, then flared out into enormous cuffs, amusingly long enough to drag on the ground; sleeves were knotted to make them more manageable in a shorter form.

Finest silks from the Middle East were readily available throughout Europe, and Eleanor used silks of various palettes for her gowns; silks were often costly embroidered in gold, silver, or metallic threads.  

According to historians, there was a striped fabric called ray, but it wasn’t widely used at Henry and Eleanor’s court. Woven in Wiltshire, linen was used for women’s headdresses and for undergarments for both sexes. Velvet would not be invented until the fifteenth century.

Before Eleanor of Aquitaine, the following hairstyles and headdresses were popular in England after the Norman Conquest:

  • Couvre-chef, which was a new name for the head-rail after the Norman invasion. The couvre-chef style was wear hair long, sometimes to point of having to be knotted off the ground, and tended to hang down on either side of the face, worn with a circlet to hold it in place.
  • Hair uncovered. By 1125 women began to appear in public with their hair uncovered, usually worn parted down the middle and plaited in various ways.
  • Extreme Length, which echoed in sleeve length. At times, the illusion of long hair was aided with fake hair, ribbons, silk tubes with tassels, and attached metal cylinders.

Eleanor of Aquitaine brought new hairstyles and headdresses in England.

Barbette was supposedly introduced by Eleanor of Aquitaine. It was a band of linen encircling the face and pinned into place. At first it was only worn by royal ladies with a circlet or coronet, but over time this hairstyle was eventually adopted by all classes.

Wimple appeared approximately in 1190, by the time when Henry II was already dead. In this headdress, a long fine linen or silk was draped underneath the chin, across the throat, and the ends were pinned at the crown of the head. It was always worn together with a long veil and usually a circlet.

Sources:

Eleanor of Aquitaine: By the Wrath of God, Queen of England, Alison Weir

Eleanor of Aquitaine. A Biography Book, Marion Meade

Queen Eleanor, Independent Spirit of the Medieval World: a Biography of Eleanor of Aquitaine, J.B. Lippincott

THE MONGOL WARRIOR DURING THE REIGN OF GENGHIS KHAN, ARMAMENTS AND  TACTICS

This is an expert from my post “THE MONGOLS AND THE RISE OF GENGHIS KHAN”. 

It is an army after the fashion of peasantry, being liable to all manner of contributions and rendering it without complaint whatever is enjoined upon it… It is also a peasantry in the guise of an army, all of them, great or small, noble or base, in time of battle becoming swordsmen. Archers and lancers and advancing in whatever manner the occasion requires.” – Ala-ad-Din Ata-Malik Juvaini, Persian historian and governor of Baghdad.

Mongols began their journey into maturity at a young age; around the age of three their mothers taught them to ride horses, being able to ride alongside their parents at the age of four and able to race at the age of six. At the age four or five they were given their first bow and by the age of fourteen or fifteen they were old enough to be enlisted into the army – possibly acting simply as herdsmen or members of the baggage train. 

“-their children begin as soon as they are two or three years old to ride and manage horses and to gallop on them, and they are given bows to suit their stature and are taught to shoot; they are extremely agile and also intrepid. Young girls and women ride and gallop on horseback with agility like men.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine.

Military training wasn’t as necessary for Mongol recruits as by this time they had already spent years herding and hunting on horseback; learning how to track, pursue, carol, and kill game. In particular they engaged battues, or ‘nerge’; a great hunt in which “beaters” spent a month driving animals into a certain pre-chosen area which would then be encircled and closed off.

^ Kublai Khan on a hunting expedition.

When in a battue we hunt the cunning wild beasts, for you we shall go ahead and round them up. For you we shall drive the beasts of the steppe until their bellies press together; for you we shall drive the beasts of the steep banks until their thighs press together.” – The Secret History of the Mongols.

When ordered to go ahead and round up wild beasts in a battue, for you I would have driven the beasts of the cliffs Until their forelegs pressed together. For you I would have driven the beasts of the steep banks until their thighs pressed together. For you I would have driven the beasts of the steppe until their bellies pressed together.” – The Secret History of the Mongols.

These Mongolian wolves are big and savage, often attacking the herds, and one alone will pull down a good horse or steer. The people wage more or less unsuccessful war upon them and at times they organize a sort of battue. Men, armed with lassoes, are stationed at strategic points, while others, routing the wolves from their lair, drive them within reach.” – Elizabeth Kendall.

As the circumference of the battue circle closes in, the wild beasts are forced into a confined region, they are then shot down. First to be given an opportunity to hunt choice game were the nobility and royalty who would then open up the hunt to their remaining troops. Wild game hunted consisted of foxes, hares, swans, cranes, deer, gazelles, cattle, wild boars and wild asses, but also included more dangerous animals like wolves, Siberian tigers and bears.

When they want to hunt wild animals they gather together in a great crowd and surround the district in which they know the animals to be, and gradually close in until between them they shut in the animals in a circle and then they shoot them with their arrows.” – William of Rubruck.

During Genghis’ campaign against the Khwarezmian Empire of Greater Iran, he felt that his reserves had spent too much time away from battle and would eventually grow soft and weak. To alleviate this he ordered them to engage in a great battue (the great khan also joined in) which encircled a vast area and killed off all game within. The battue were not only for sport, they also trained the Mongol warriors in cooperation, coordination, discipline, marksmanship, tracking as well as luring the enemy toward a chosen battlefield. 

Other skills these young Mongols attained throughout their lifetime were scouting and knowledge of vegetation, environment, weather and climate. These Mongols would continue campaigning for most of their lives but all the while these warriors weren’t paid, their only form of income came from raiding, looting and from a portion of the war booty. They would then give the Great Khan all of the loot, he would take 10% then distribute the rest to his highest commanders who would then distribute to those below then and so on. Some of the loot was also given to the orphans and widows left behind by fallen Mongol soldiers. 

Appearance:

“… In appearance the Tartars (Mongols) are quite different from all other men, for they are broader than other people between the eyes and across the cheekbones. Their cheeks also are rather prominent above their jaws; they have a flat and small nose, their eyes are little and their eyelids raised up to the eyebrows. For the most part, but with a few exceptions, they are slender about the waist; almost all are medium height. Hardly any of them grow beards, although some have a little hair on the upper lip and chin and this they do not trim … They also have small feet.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine, who traveled as the Pope’s ambassador to the Mongols between 1245 and 1247 CE.

Similar to the hairstyle we usually think of when we think of Christian monks, the Mongols had the tops of their heads shaved. The hairline above the forehead and temples was grown out with hair hanging from the center reaching as far as the eyebrows, sometimes there would be two locks of hair at the hairline’s ends. They also allowed the hair on the back and sides of their heads to grow, with two locks of hair hanging either behind the ears or down the sideburns. Generally, the Mongols were bow legged (from horse riding) and short, their baggy clothing made them look all the more stout and stocky.

Osprey – ‘Warrior’ series, issue 84 – Mongol Warrior 1200-1350 by Stephen Turnbull and Wayne Reynolds. Plate A.

Like most other people whom lived in the frigid and bitter northern regions of the world, the Mongols generally wore many layers of clothing, usually in the form of furs or padded cloths. The Mongols wore long-sleeved shirts under long knee-length robe-like coats made of cotton, wool or leather which had a belt wrapped around the waist. If necessary they would add a coat or two, if both coats were used then the innermost one would have the furred side facing their person and the outer one with the fur facing outward to aid against the weather – rain, winds, snows (according to William of Rubruck). Both their robe’s sleeves and their trousers were wide, with the latter being tucked into their leather or felt high boots. 

As they campaigned against Chinese and Islamic nations, they were increasingly accustomed to finer fabrics and materials such as silk. Silk shirts were supposedly capable of, if worn under leather lamellar armor, causing arrow points that penetrated the armor into twisting and lessening the impact. They wore thick socks made of felt (wool) and wore the traditional ‘Mongolian cap’ which consisted of a conical made of quilted cloth, felt or fur and a brim encircling the sides and back of it which could be folded to further warm the wearer. During warmer seasons and in more humid climates the Mongols wrapped a cloth around their head which was eventually tied in the back in the form of a headband.

The Mongol Warrior

During the kuriltai of 1206 CE a white standard was raised (“They hoisted the white standard with nine tails”), this banner (‘tug’) consisted of a long pole with a circular top with nine white tails (yak or horse) hanging down from it.  White haired tails were used in times of peace, which is why the one was raised when the Mongols were united at the kuriltai of 1206 CE was white. Black haired tails, however, were raised during times of war. In front of the Great Khan’s ger (tent) were the ‘Nine White Banners’: one in the center, which was the tallest, and eight others surrounding this central banner.

As for me, I have consecrated (sprinkled) my standard which is visible from afar; I have beaten my bellowing drum covered with the hide of a black bull; I have mounted my swift black horse; I have put on my armor (‘steel-hard dress’) and grasped my steel spear; I have placed on the bowstring my arrow with its nock of wild peach bark. I am ready, let us start and give battle to the Qa’at Merkit!” – The Secret History of the Mongols.

Then say to them, ‘My long (streamers of horse or yak tails) standard, visible from afar, I have consecrated; I have beaten my deep-sounding drum covered with ox-hide; I have mounted my swift horse, the one with a black stripe along the backbone; I have put on my leather-strapped breastplate, and grasped my hilted sword; I have placed on the bowstring my nocked arrow. I am ready, let us fight to the death against the Uduyit Merkit!’

Genghis Khan (“To those who sided with me when I was establishing our nation, I shall express my appreciation”) assigned eighty-eight of his companions to the rank of commander (despite their ethnicity, religion or social class). Most of these men would lead a single tumen (‘ten-thousand’) each – Jebe (‘the arrow’) and Jelme (‘blood sucker’) were two of them. Each commander was given a great drum (naccara); if this drum was struck once it signaled that it was time to prepare their horses for travel and place their equipment on them. The second beating indicated that it was time to disassemble and organize their tents and the third pounding indicated that it was finally time to move off from camp. All this was done in silence: when moving off from a camp site, during combat and when preparing camp.

Osprey – ‘Men-at-Arms’ series, issue 105 – The Mongols by Stephen Turnbull and Angus McBride (Illustrator). Plate C.

It is like a very tall whistle of bronze or copper and across the top of it there is stretched a large piece of leather… and this is supported by four stakes as high as a man’s waist… and if the chieftain wished to move camp, when midnight is passed he orders the drum to be struck and the man who is allotted this task grasps two wooden maces in his two hands… and strikes as hard as his strength and breath allow him to do.” – Friar David of Ashby.

In their eerie silence these white and black banners would signal the light cavalrymen to attack or retreat while the naccara (war drums) were banged as a signal for a full-on assault including heavy cavalrymen. The silence would be replaced with the maddening howls and yelling of the charging horsemen which would force the enemy into fleeing. One reason for the silence was so the horsemen could keep a low profile, they would draw little attention so the enemy wouldn’t expect their sudden assaults until it was too late for them to react effectively.

The steppe nomads were known to use a decimal system as an organizational structure, the Mongols too utilized it. In this system a commander or officer only needed to communicate with the ten below them – making the passing of orders and intel much easier and faster.

  • Arban – a squad of 10 men. This was the smallest unit size; the oldest person in this squad would usually take on the leadership role.
  • Jagun or zagun – 10 arbans equaling 100.
  • Minghan – 10 jugans equaling 1,000.
  • Tumen – 10 minghans equaling 10,000. Though a tumen didn’t always reach ten thousand, sometimes being bolstered by auxiliaries (5,000) which could make up to half of the Tumen’s full size. Temujin would also make it illegal under penalty of death to change into another unit. This often separated sons from fathers, siblings and cousins so this essentially broke familial loyalties. Now no matter your ethnicity, religion or previous clan and tribal associations, your squad became your new family.

Like most other steppe cultures, the first weapon that comes to mind is the bow. The Mongols typically carried two bows with them, one short and one long, both of which were held within their own individual bow cases. The shorter bow was used for short range attacked while the longer compound reflex bow could reach between a range of 200-300 meters (656-984 ft.) with an account of a man called Yesüngge (Genghis Khan’s nephew) able to shoot “a target at 335 alds (536 m. or 1,758 ft.)“. 

They also brought along two to three quivers, each holding about thirty arrows each. These bows were pulled back by way of the so-called ‘Mongolian Draw/Release’, in this style the index and middle finger are abandoned in favor of the thumb which was then supported by index and middle finger which rested atop the back of the thumb. The Mongols would wear a ring which allowed faster and more powerful shots. These rings could be made of bone, horn, stone, leather, metal and other materials.

Every [Mongol] is ordered to carry into battle sixty arrows, thirty smaller ones for piercing and thirty larger with broad heads for discharging at close quarters. With these latter they wound one another in the face or arms and cut through bowstrings and inflict heavy loses.” – Marco Polo.

Primarily there were two types of arrows used, light arrows with small arrow heads which were used for long range and heavier arrows ones with broader arrow heads that made them powerful armor-piercing missiles (due to the fact that they were heated until red-hot then dipped into salt water) used at close quarters (range of 150 yards and much deadlier at close range). A whetstone was attached to a quiver, this tool was used to file and sharpen arrowheads and blades. The greater majority of the Mongol army consisted of light cavalrymen (six in ten) so most wore little to no armor and used small swords, bows and javelins.

Osprey – ‘Warrior’ series, issue 084 – Mongol Warrior 1200-1350 by Stephen Turnbull and Wayne Reynolds (illustrator). Plate B.

Heavy cavalrymen, despite rarely being thought of, were an important and integral part of the Mongol army. Armed with scimitars, axes, and twelve foot long lances with a hook near the tip used to yank men off their horses. These elite warriors wore cuirasses consisting of five segments of leather which were boiled in order to soften them (in effect creating a flexible piece of armor) then they were tied to each other. The leather segments would also, with the help of lacquer, become waterproof. This lamellar-like style of armor was also implemented into the creation of greaves and even horse armors.

One on one side of the horse and one on the other, and these stretched from the tail to the head and are fastened to the saddle and behind the saddle on to its back and also on the neck; another section they put over its hindquarters where the ties of the two parts are fastened and in the last named piece they make a hole for the tail or come through; covering the breast is another section. All these pieces reach down as far as the knees or joints of the leg. On its forehead they put an iron plate which is tied to the aforementioned sections on each side of the neck.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine.

Osprey – ‘Men-at-Arms’ series, issue 105 – The Mongols by Stephen Turnbull and Angus McBride (Illustrator).

Another form of leather armor worn was scale armor which consisted of thin but long scales of leather (20 lbs.) designed in lamellar-like fashion. According to Friar William of Rubruck, a Flemish (Dutch Flanders) missionary (Franciscan) and explorer who traveled throughout the Mongol Empire, the Mongols attained iron caps and iron plated armors from Persia. They used lassos, swords (scimitars from the Turks), light axes, maces, spears, lances and small round shields. Lances, however, are mentioned as being their primary weapon. These lances featured a hook which was used to pull enemy combatants off from horseback and yank shields so to open the enemy up to an attack.

A common battle tactic used by the Mongols was the Tulughma, or ‘standard sweep’; arranging themselves in a checkerboard-like formation similar to the Roman Republic’s manipular formation. This granted them free space to maneuver so the light horse archers that lay in the back rows to snake through the heavy lancers divisions in the front rows while the light cavalrymen at the wings weave around them to flank the enemy.

Tulughma or “standard sweep. Osprey – ‘Men-at-Arms’ series, issue 105 – The Mongols by S. R. Turnbull and Angus McBride (Illustrator).

The horse archers would then blot out the sun with flurries of arrow fire and once they were successful in sending the enemy into disarray, the heavy cavalry lancers would stride forward and smite the enemy or force them into routing. If the arrow volleys did not sufficiently stagger the enemy and the light cavalry archers were forced to retreat they would make their way back behind the safety of their core force while letting loose Parthian shots, their place would be recycled by another. The light horse bowmen and heavy cavalry lancers would then engage in a cascade of alternating assaults echoing the actions of the Parthians that obliterated the Romans at the Battle of Carrhae in 53 BCE.

The Mongols tie branches to the tail of their horses to create a blinding storm of dust or sand which could obscure an escape or grant the illusion of a larger Mongol force. Like the Persian Immortals, most of this was done in complete silence from the soldiers. Directions were given by lanterns. the beating of drums, cracking of whips or the waving, raising or lowering of flags. The Mongols would strive to surround and outflank the enemy but they always allowed the enemy an outlet to flee through since cornered rats fought ever fiercer. If the enemy are in dire straits, were given an escape route and followed it then they would be chased and hunted down by the Mongol warriors.

If it happens that the enemy fight well, the Tartars make way of escape for them, then as soon as they begin to take flight and are separated from each other they fall upon them and more are slaughtered in flight than could be killed in battle.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine.

When you surround an army, leave an outlet free. Do not press a desperate foe too hard.” – Art of War by Sun Tzu.

Back in 1204 CE, two years before he was declared Genghis Khan, he set out against To’oril, Jamuqa and the Naimans. For the most part much of Mongol warfare consisted of unorganized skirmishes and the individual warrior’s skill but in this battle Temujin shows how he successfully employed three different battle formations which overwhelmed the enemy.

“[Temujin] rode against them and, having driven away their patrolmen, he arrayed his troops and together with the army leaders decided to advance in ‘caragana’ marching-order, to stand in ‘lake’ battle-formation and fight a ‘chisel’ combat” – The Secret History of the Mongols, 195.

One such formation was the Caragana (peashrub of Siberia, Mongolia and northern China) also known as the ‘Moving Bush’ or ‘Tumbleweed’ Formation: instead of a full-scale assault on the enemy, the Mongols split up into arbans (squads of ten men each) and peppered the enemy from any and all directions. The Mongol arbans would act almost independently of one another, advancing and retreating. The enemy wouldn’t know where the next attack or wave would come from and which to advance against. Since the skirmish began in the darkness of the early morning the Mongol numbers were obscured. This formation was usually used during dark, cloudy or foggy days and under the cover of darkness (dusk till dawn).

The next phase of the battle was followed by the so-called ‘Lake Formation’ which mimicked the waves hitting the shore. The Mongols would form up in horizontal lines and harass the enemy like a wave. They would then retreat back through the gaps of the new wave of assailants and prepare for their next wave. After performing this formation the enemy formed up into a thin line in order to meet the Mongols. Now forcing the enemy into spreading and thinning their ranks out, the Mongols changed to the next formation in their strategy. 

The next stage was the so-called ‘Chisel Formation’: the Mongols narrowed their vanguard whose ranks behind it widened – like an arrowhead. This formation is similar to the more well-known ‘Wedge’, ‘Draco’, and ‘Boar’s Snout’ formations. This formation would allow the concentrated Mongol vanguard to break through the thinned out enemy line. The enemy was unable to keep up with the shifting tactics of the Mongols; overwhelmed and outmatched, the enemy were no match.

Another popular tactic was the ‘Crow Swarm/Soldiers’, ‘Ocean Waves’ or ‘Falling/Scattered Stars’: this was sort of like the ‘Moving Bush Formation’. Like the ‘Moving Bush Formation’ they utilized small bands which surrounded the enemy, even if the enemy had a larger army. The difference here was that these small bands were at least half the size of the Moving Bush’s. At the beating of a drum, fire signals, crack of a whip or a shout, the small bands all attacked in unison like a massive oceanic wave. This raucous assault was then followed by a silent retreat and repeated if necessary.

KESHIG: THE GREAT KHAN’S SECRETIVE ORDER OF ELITE GUARDS

In Mongol tribal societies, assassinations were common and loyalties shifted like the sands of the great Gobi Desert. Warriors swayed from leader to leader, whichever granted them the most potential profit and fit their immediate needs. Being that these steppe nomads lived in tents it was not that difficult for someone to slip in and kill someone else, because of this Genghis Khan created a band of bodyguards numbering some one hundred and fifty sworn followers (keshig or Keshik, “blessed or favored”); seventy day guards (Torguud) and eighty night guards (khevtuul).

^ Mongol (2007). My snapshot.

“[Genghis Khan] chose and recruited eighty men to serve on roster as nightguards and seventy men to serve as dayguards. He recruited them from the sons and younger brothers of commanders of a thousand and of a hundred, as well as from the sons and younger brothers of mere ordinary people, choosing and recruiting those who were able and of good appearance.” – The Secret History of the Mongols, 191.

Day and night shift:

Chinggis Qa’an further ordered: ‘The quiverbearers, the dayguards, the stewards, the doorkeepers and the grooms are to go on roster duty in daytime. Before the sun sets they shall see to make way for the nightguards; they shall go out to their geldings and spend the night there. At night, the nightguards shall see that those of their men whose duty it is to lie all around Our tent do so, and they shall put on roster those of their men whose duty it is to stand at the door to guard it. The following morning, when We eat soup, the quiverbearers and the dayguards shall report to the nightguards; the quiverbearers, dayguards, stewards and doorkeepers shall all carry out their respective tasks and take their appointed places.” – The Secret History of the Mongols. 192.

^ Marco Polo (Netflix TV series).

This elite bodyguard eventually grew from a group of 150 men into a full tumen (unit of ten-thousand men) and would continue to be used by the Turco-Mongol led Mughal Empire of India (Khishig) and the Turco-Mongol led Il-kanate of Greater Persia (Keshikchi). Even the famed Venetian merchant and traveler Marco Polo is suspected to have been part of this secretive order, his deep knowledge of Mongol society and his closeness to the Khan (Kublai Khan) hints towards some sort of special relationship. The Keshig not only operated as a system of elite bodyguards but also as administrators, overseers and as a military academy that could lead its members into the position of commanders of a tumen (ten-thousand). Many of the Keshig were sons of high ranking Mongol commanders over tumens and minghans (thousand). By allowing their sons into this order the Great Khan was effectively using them as hostages.

Osprey – ‘Warrior’ series, issue 84 – Mongol Warrior 1200-1350 by Stephen Turnbull and Wayne Reynolds. Plate H.


As a whole, under Genghis Khan’s rule steppe armies became far more professionalized. Before commencing march, the commanders and officers had to inspect their men’s gear, equipment and supplies – every piece of armor or weaponry had to be in good condition. The Mongols brought with them needle and thread to keep their clothing and armor in good condition. Only after the inspection had been passed could the Mongols continue on their campaign.

^ Mongol (2007).

While on the march or in battle, any item that was dropped must be picked up by the man behind the owner; be it a bow, sword, sowing needle or whip – failing to do so could result in being executed. There were certain people who searched throughout the deserted camp site for any belongings that may have been accidentally left behind. Other acts that were punishable by death were desertion, fleeing from the field when not given such order, looting the fallen before given permission and guards found sleeping on their watch. Lesser infractions resulted in the penalty of being caned; the number of times struck depended on how many times you’ve stepped out of line.

When they are in battle, if one or two or three or even more out of a group of ten run away, all are put to death; and if a whole group of ten flees, the rest of the group of a hundred are all put to death, if they do not flee too. In a word, unless they retreat in a body, all who take flight are put to death. Likewise if one or two or more go forward boldly to the flight, then the rest of the ten are put to death if they do not follow and, if one or more of the ten are captured, their companions are put to death if they do not rescue them.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine.

The first failure of a guardsman to appear on duty is to be punished with 30 strokes, a second failure with 70 strokes and a third failure with 37 strokes and expulsion from the guard…” – The Secret History of the Mongols.


  • Head over to my post, “GENGHIS KHAN, THE STALLION WHO MOUNTS THE WORLD”, to read more about how Genghis Khan was pressured into campaigning out of China toward Central Asia (Kara Khitai Khanate), to Greater Iran (Khwarezmian Empire), to the frontier of Eastern Europe (Medieval Russia and Ukraine) and back to China. I also cover Mongol shamanism and their tolerance of foreign religions, the famed ‘Yam’ pony express, their tactical use of captives and their massive deportation policy.
  • To read up on the early history of the Mongols, check out my post ‘THE MONGOLS AND THE RISE OF GENGHIS KHAN’. In this post I speak about the Mongolian transition from seemingly insignificant tribal confederacies into an empire that was four times the size of Alexander’s and twice the size of the Roman’s. I cover their military tactics, some of their battle formations, armaments, their rapid adaptation of foreign technologies, and their secretive order of bodyguards known as the Keshik. During Genghis Khan’s early reign the Mongols warred against themselves and their fellow steppe neighbors as well as Northern China’s Western Xia dynasty (Tanguts: Tibeto-Burmese) and eastern Jinn dynasty (Tungusic Jurchens who were Sinicized).
♡ Game of Thrones Preferences #1: How the two of you meet [Male Version] ♡

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                                ♡ How the two of you meet ♡

Jon Snow: The two of you first met at Winterfell, when your family was invited to come to come to a Northern Feast by Lord Eddard Stark, the Warden of the North. While you waited for the feast to begin, your younger siblings had all run off to play with the younger Stark children, leaving you alone and lost. You were trying to figure out what to do, and trying not to seem awkward in front of all the lords and ladies that had arrived and were chatting to one another, when you noticed Lord Stark’s bastard son, Jon Snow, alone, too. The two of you began talking and found many common interests, and he was very surprised how well you could handle a weapon, especially a bow and arrow. Once the feast finally came around, instead of with your family and the rest of the nobility, you sat with Jon and Theon, much to your father’s dismay. You all became close, especially with Jon.

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Robb Stark: You met Robb in Winterfell, when your father, Tywin Lannister set up a betrothal between you, his youngest daughter, and Robb Stark, heir to Winterfell. You were extremely nervous on the way their, and only managed to travel a couple of days in that stuffy carriage with your sister and her children before travelling on horseback the rest of the way, beside your brother, the Kingslayer. Everybody expected to see you follow your sister out of the carriage, and were surprised when they saw several knights rush over and help you off your horse, making sure your gown wasn’t stained in the mud as you jumped off. You made your way towards the Stark family, and curtsied before greeting the Lord and Lady of Winterfell. As you looked to Lord Stark’s right, you finally met eyes with your betrothed, Robb Stark. You didn’t expect him to look so handsome, or to be so tall, and you most definitely didn’t expect him to have such exquisite blue eyes. Despite your nerves, you curtsied once more, and spoke, “My Lord, you must be Robb Stark, it’s an honour to meet you, I hear we are to be betrothed”. You smiled, and he replied “Yes, My Lady. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, I cannot wait to wed such a beauty. Shall I show you around Winterfell while our families prepare for the feast?” He asked, smiling softly. You blushed as he kissed the back of your hand, sending chills up and down your arms. Then and there, your doubts washed away, and you both became ever more close since the day you met.

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Jaime Lannister: You were the youngest Tyrell daughter of Mace Tyrell, and travelled to King’s Landing with your grandmother, father, your older sister Margaery who was to be wed to King Joffrey, and your older brother Loras Tyrell, the Knight of Flowers. You weren’t very excited about having to go to King’s Landing, it was dirty and full of danger, however you couldn’t help but feel happy for how excited your sister was to become Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. When you were in the Throne Room, standing by your sister’s side as she spoke of her love for Joffrey and pleaded to marry him, your eyes began to drift, taking a look at the people surrounding the King. Your eyes caught a member of the Kingsguard, and you instantly knew it was Jaime Lannister by his golden hair and gold-flecked green eyes. His eyes suddenly met yours, but you didn’t look away. You’d heard many cruel stories and tales of the Kingslayer, yet he didn’t look like the typical evil monster from the songs. He was young and fair, handsome and standing proud. You smiled, before setting your gaze on the King again. You swore you saw him smile out of the corner of your eye, and vowed to talk to him later.

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Khal Drogo: You were the only child, and daughter of the Khal Kovarro, your father, the leader of your khalasar. Among the khalasar, you were known for your beauty and kindness to the people, but also your skills at riding and using a weapon, having been trained by your father so you knew how to protect yourself. One day, you had been bathing in a hot tub full of herbs and oils, provided by your maids, when you heard the sound of heavy hoofs of horses galloping on land. They were soon followed up by the sounds of calls, yells, screams, and soon enough the whole camp was alive with the sound of battle. You shrunk in fear, not knowing what to do, since your handmaidens had run out to see what the commotion was, and they were now, probably either dead or captured. You stared at the flap of your tent as it opened, eyes wide with fear, as three men entered, most definitely not from your father’s khalasar. They had menacing looks about them, and held bloody weapons at their side. But the way their eyes scoured your nude body, vulnerable and unprotected, you knew you weren’t going to have a quick and painless death. “Please! Don’t!”, you tried to scream, to keep them away, but you knew it was helpless, the Dothraki were known for their brutality, and how they raped and pillaged across Dothraki sea. Their hands grabbed you, bruising your soft skin, and pulled you up roughly, but as you were thrown down on your stomach, a loud, rough voice shouted “Leave the girl alone”. The three men paused and turned around for a moment, before leaving you alone, confused why their khal had ordered them to stop. “You will not touch her, she will come with me. Now, leave”, he ordered, before walking to you. You feared he meant to use you as the other men meant to, but instead he handed you a cloth to cover yourself with. “I will not hurt you, but you must come with me”. You didn’t believe him, but you had no other choice, you knew that. His khalasar had slain yours, and your father was dead. If you didn’t obey, he would kill you, too. During the weeks he had taken you, you found yourself oddly growing ever more comfortable, and truly came to no harm, instead always remaining by his side. The two of you became close, and you soon came to trust him with all your heart.

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Petyr Baelish: The two of you first met when you and your sister, Sansa and father, Eddard Stark were attending the Hand’s Tourney, at King’s Landing, which was arranged as a celebration, to honour your father on becoming the new Hand of the King, to Robert Baratheon. You gasped as Loras Tyrell struck the Mountain, Gregor Clegane off his horse, too engrossed to notice a figure walking towards you. “Gregor Clegane always picked mares that had more spirit than sense”. You jumped, frightened by the voice, and turned to see a fairly short, well dressed man, with short, dark brown hair looking down at you, smirking. You most certainly had never seen this man, yet he seemed to greet you as if you were an old friend.  “I’m sorry, do I-”,

“(Y/N”) dear, this is Lord Baelish. He’s a-”,

“An old friend of the family”. He interrupted Septa Mordane, introducing himself. He intrigued you, and his mocking smirk and playful look about his eyes made you want to know what he seemed so gleeful about.

“I’ve known your mother a long, long time”. He said, sitting down beside you. The rest of the tourney, you were distracted and didn’t even look at the duels, instead engrossed in conversation with the Master of Coin. By the end of the night, you couldn’t wait for the melee duels of tomorrow, eager to see Lord Baelish again.

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Tormund Giantsbane: You first met Tormund Giantsbane when you, the eldest daughter of Lady Mormont, swore to fight alongside Jon Snow and his army against Ramsay Bolton, to take back Winterfell. Tormund was instantly drawn to you by the way you spoke, and how well you could fight, which most women couldn’t. He also loved you small you were compared to him, and how quickly you would get embarrassed when he teased you. One day, as you were sparring with a fellow soldier, Tormund walked up behind the two of you, watching you kick the boy into a pile of snow. “You’re a lucky man”, Tormund announced, smirking, once the boy finally lifted his head. Your eyes shot up at the wildling, and you failed to suppress a blush that had now spread across your cheeks. The wildling had often flirted with you, but no matter how many times it happened, you could never stop yourself from blushing. He chuckled and got closer to you, “How about I show you how a real man fights, hmm?” He offered, before placing his hand on the small of your back, making you blush even more and stuttering and quickly walking off. He laughed as you walked off, and followed you into the hall, determined to make you blush even more.

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Sandor Clegane: You two of you first met when you were rushing around the Red Keep, trying to look for your sister, Sansa. As you were walking around the halls, eyes drifting about wildly, you didn’t notice the large figure in front of you until you bumped into the broad shoulders of the Hound, Sandor Clegane. “Watch where yer going, girl”, he spat angrily, attempting to scare you. Unlike most people of King’s Landing, you weren’t afraid of the Hound, nor his scars. He was taken aback as you looked him straight in the eyes, a smile on your face, as if his rough words hadn’t fazed you. “I’m terribly sorry ser, I wasn’t watching where I was going as I was looking for my sister, have you seen her?”, you asked politely. His eyes flickered for a moment, surprised by the fact that you didn’t even flinch as you looked at him, still smiling. He hesitated for a moment, before mumbling, “In the garden, with the King”. You smiled widely, before rushing past him with a last “Thank you, ser!”. He watched you until you rounded the corner, before mumbling, “I’m no ser”, wishing you hadn’t run off.

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Jorah Mormont: You first met Ser Jorah Mormont when you were travelling alongside your older sister, Daenerys Targaryen. Your brother Viserys made you go with her, in hopes of meeting a possible suitor at Daenerys’ and Khal Drogo’s wedding. On the day of the wedding, you sat by your brother Viserys, your silver blonde hair flowing in long curls along your back, and you were clad in a slightly sheer, lilac gown that ran to your ankles, matching your lilac eyes. You tried not to pay much attention to the crowd, still intimidated by the brutality of the Dothraki, when an older, quite handsome man sat beside you and your brother, wearing leather armor and a green cape that flowed behind him, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “My King, My Lady, it is an honour to meet you both, I am Ser Jorah Mormont”, his smooth voice announced, as he bowed to your brother, and then rose to kiss the back of your hand. You blushed slightly, and smiled at the man, too embarrassed by his action to speak. Over a couple of weeks, the two of you grew close as he rode by your side in the khalasar, both bonding over your love of books and reading. The two of you especially became close as he taught you how to speak Dothraki, and the both of you fell more and more in love over time. Jorah made a vow to himself that he would protect you, and wouldn’t let Viserys marry you off.

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For Her

I have zero shame to admit I’m absolute Eremika shipping trash. I’ve been waiting for chapter 50 to get animated forever. So here is a fic based on a headcanon I have regarding what happens in between chapter 50 and 51.

This isn’t particularly romantic but that’s because Eren isn’t particularly romantic.

Summary: When Eren realises that he’s still fighting the same battle but for a different reason.



The entire ride back to Wall Rose is surreal for Eren.

A million things race through his head and his mind replays the moment of Hannes death over and over again drawing parallels to his mother’s death at the hands of the same titan.

But he knows that’s it’s not what will haunt him at night when he goes to sleep. What will truly haunt him, what will surely be a part of every nightmare he’ll have will always revolve around just how close he’d come to losing Mikasa.

She’s on the horse with him, her hands around his waist, her cheek pressed up against the back of his neck.

Her breathing is shallow and weak next to his ears and every time the horse jerks, her grip on him becomes a little tighter and a soft groan escapes from her lips.

He’s well aware that her pain tolerance is nothing to scoff at and the fact that she’s barely managing to stay conscious tells him that her injuries are far worse than he’d originally concluded.

“Mikasa.. hang on we are almost there.” Eren has never been the comforting type and a flimsy reassurance that this painful ride will end soon is all he can offer.

Worrying about her is something he’s rarely done, Mikasa has always taken on that role in their relationship and it takes him by surprise by how much it hurts siting on right next to her and knowing that she’s in pain and being able to do absolutely nothing about it.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice is barely above a choked whisper and for a second he thinks he’s imagined it but she continues.

“I couldn’t protect you.” Each word dragging out due to her shallow breathing,“I couldn’t even save Hannes, I’m sorry.”

Eren is about to respond but her arms around him loosen and she goes entirely limp.

Eren nearly screams.

“Mikasa..oi-Mikasa!” He calls out moving a little to see if she stirred. The Wall was in sight now only about a mile away.

“Eren keep her as steady as you can.” Armin calls out from next to him looking worriedly at Mikasa.

The next few minutes are a blur. Eren’s mind is wholly focused on Mikasa’s well being as he brings her down from the horse carrying her towards the lift.

He’s delicate with her in a way he never thought he was capable of and Armin who stands behind Eren watching the scene silently, understands that something utterly critical had changed within his best friend.

The ever present fire in Eren’s eyes had died. They were no longer filled with hatred and rage but with something far more powerful, something Armin saw in Mikasa’s eyes whenever she looked at Eren.

And despite everything that had happened Armin let the faintest of smiles on his face.

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Eren sat beside Mikasa’s bed looking at the stream of light that entered through a crack in the window.

Mikasa lay asleep on the bed, her black hair splayed on the pillow fanning her face. Her bandages were hidden underneath her white shirt but the odd angle she slept in gave away her discomfort. She looked smaller and more vulnerable than usual and Eren didn’t like it one bit.

He was so used to seeing Mikasa in a picture that was larger life, an image in which she was unbeatable that seeing her pale and curled up left a bitter taste in his mouth.

But it was nothing compared to seeing her cry.

To see her cry, to see her give up so utterly and completely…..
That had pretty much shattered him in a way that was impossible to fix.

He flinched and looked down at the scarf in his hands remembering the look on her face.

Thank you for being there with me.

Eren couldn’t help but remember all the times he’d pushed her away without a second thought. Brushed her concern off like it was nothing just because his pride was hurt.

But it had never been only about his pride it was more about the utter frustration that stemmed from not being able to fulfil his mother’s wish.

He fiddled with the scarf carefully turning it in his hands.

Ever since they’d arrived and Mikasa had been treated Eren had practically isolated himself next to her unable to face the consequences of his kidnapping.

He’d never realised just how dependant he’d been on Mikasa to pick up the broken pieces of him every time they lost. She fixed him up and knitted him back together carefully and thoroughly making sure there were no loose ends just like she did with her scarf.

He’d just been too blind to notice it.

Mikasa stirred slightly and gave a soft snore. With a start Eren realised scene was strangely reminessecent of the time when he was recovering from his fight with Annie except their roles had been switched.

Eren couldn’t say that he liked siting there and waiting for her to wake up. He’d never been patient and waiting had never been his strong suit.

But he’d do it, he’d remain by her side and wait for her no matter how long it took for her to open her eyes.

He looked down at the red scarf in his hands . Ever since Armin had handed it to him Eren hadn’t been able to let go of it. Letting it slip out of his sight for even a second felt wrong especially now since he knew what the scarf meant to Mikasa.

Home.

Through out the years Eren had always wondered why she’d kept the old thing with her, wearing it whenever she had the opportunity.

And now…..
He finally understood.

Thank you for staying by my side.
Thank you for giving me a purpose to live.
Thank you for wrapping this scarf around me.

He finally understood why she cared so much. Why she was so afraid of losing him.

He was home for her.

And now that Eren finally understood he’d be damned before he let anyone, himself included take it away from her.

He’d stay by her side, from now till forever…whenever she needed as many times she needed.

Eren noticed how the scarf had come undone towards the end. It was small, hardly noticeable but none the less Eren went to fetch a sewing kit.

He returned to her side with the supplies and started threading the needle. Eren had been quite hopeless at these things back at home and it had always been up to Mikasa to pick up his slack.

Eren pricked his finger on the needle drawing blood and then immediately stilled.Eren held his breath half expecting himself to transform but when a few moments passed by he let out a sigh of relief.

He’d hate to have to explain to the captain why there was a gaping hole in the building but then again that stage would only come if the captain actually let him live.

Eren turned back to the task in hand trying to remember what his mother had unsuccessfully tried to teach him on several occasions. His hand stilled as he recalled the memory of his mother leaning over both Mikasa and him in their small kitchen back in Shiganshina as they struggled to get through their chores.

“Mom.” He said softly looking at his handiwork after he was done. It wasn’t nearly as perfect as Mikasa’s but he knew that his mother would be proud none the less,“I’ll do a better job of protecting her from now on. I won’t let you or Mikasa down, not anymore.”

He stayed like that for a while the scarf in his hands, Mikasa in front of him and silence all around him.

He eventually leaned forward putting it down next to her before gently placing her hand inbetween his. In that moment there is a strange sense of peace in him, a sort of calm before the a raging and violent storm.

He knows that eventually he’ll have to go out and fight. To prove that his life was worth all those who’s been sacrificed.

Before the weight of that pressure would have crushed him. It would have brought him down to his knees and twisted at his heart with guilt.

But now he feels nothing but a sense of unfaltering determination.

Because while his goal remains the same, to fight Titans to kill them all, his reasons have changed.

He’d no longer do it for his hatred. Neither would he do it for revenge.

He’d do it to fulfil a promise to his mother.
He’d do it protect the people he loved the most, he’d do it to protect Mikasa.

He’d fight to give her the future she wanted as well as the future she deserved.

From now on he’d fight for Mikasa.

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I hope you liked it! Comments and reviews are appreciated :)
Newcomers Pt 10

The Human/Gal forces landed in an opening where there was little Benemar to resist them so they would have a chance to consolidate and organise their forces, the Benemar are often called the masters of defence but not even they can defend the whole planet at once. Still their landings were not uncontested, small mobile Benemar forces harassed them and killed many as they were just hitting the ground. But once the Humans and Gal got moving they were quickly overwhelmed. This they expected as those small forces were only to make sure the enemy didn’t land unopposed. Cathy finished off a Benemar that refused to die after being shot by three of them so she simply went up to it and tore his head off.

“This much more fun than shooting them” she said.

“You fight well Human Cathy” a Gal signed to her.

“Thanks, I’m sorry I shot one of you earlier”

“It is understandable”

Cathy smiled, despite reservations from the front line soldiers fighting alongside the Gal they had quickly earned each others respect.  

“Sightings put a large force of Benemar ahead of us” the Gal signed.

“Indeed, we are outnumbered” Captain clerk said appearing next to Cathy.

“Just means we have more targets” Cathy said smiling.

She cast her mind back to the ship, Hesky was there taking care of their baby and even though they were in the safest place she still worried about Depit. Both of them had wanted to go and take part in the invasion but Clerk had ordered that one stay behind should something happen to the other. They had played rock, paper, scissors to decide and Cathy had won, Clerk gave them an hour to say goodbye which they spent the only way they could, rampant sex.

The invasion consisted of over 18 million Humans along with war machines and nearly twice as many Gal which together they launched a three pronged attack.

Clerk’s force would land and head west while Williams would secure their flanks while Kiev went east. If all went according to plan Clerk and Kiev would meet on the other side of the planet. But Humans knew that in war things seldom go according to plan, at least never perfectly.

“Our scouts tell us the enemy heavily out guns us and are advancing” Jenkins said holding his ear listening to the scouts reports and speaking them to Clerk.

“We have not yet unloaded our tanks and other such vehicles” Cathy said looking over and the landing craft still descending with the equipment. Their pods were designed for quick deployment to secure the landing area so that they can bring down the heavier weapons. This needed time and Benemar were already advancing to meet them.

“We attack” Clerk said walking back “Gal, bring up your own forces and prepare to move out”

“Yes captain” he signed and moved off and as a swarm the others moved with him.

The Gal had agreed to the Humans command structure and would follow the Human officers, all Gal were recognised as the rank of private, the common foot soldier. Since the Gal had so sense of an officer they just agreed in the spirit of co operation.    

Although not as co-ordinated the Humans moved once they had the orders to do so, what podsuits that came down with them that were still running and the few tanks they had were also brought forth.

“Right listen up everyone” Clerk started “The Benemar outnumber us by a hell of a lot, like really a fucking hell of a lot and have a lot more heavy guns than we do…a lot more. So this is our plan, get in close combat where their heavy guns will be useless and we have the advantage. Simple and easy but make no mistakes, this is not going to be one sided, we cannot retreat from this” Clerk looked at the soldiers looking to him all of them heard him over the com but still looked in his direction. “Well what are you waiting for? Lets go kill them”

They cheered so loud that even the Benemar who were miles away thought they heard them, even the Gal sounded their screeching call to add to the noise. The first main assault was under way.

The Gal were fast, very fast with their many tentacles which pulled them along the ground at incredible speeds, they had no bone structure at least not in the true sense but just a mass collection of dense muscles that were almost as hard. At all times when they ran half of their tentacles were on the ground and it made it look like they were almost spinning. They were always considered the fastest in open terrain by the Alliance, so one could imagine the Benemar’s amazement when they saw the Gal charging towards them, and the Humans were keeping pace.

Even the Gal were surprised, they had never seen a Human run before as Humans had always fought them by landing their pods right on top of them. But in open ground the Humans on only two legs kept up with the Gal and did not seem to tire in the slightest.

The formation was mixed, the two armies had merged together so that in every point the Humans could give the Gal some small arms cover fire.

Behind them the artillery Gal were being carried by the podsuits as they were slow to relocate and would place them in a better position and stay to protect them.

Cathy ran alongside a guard Gal but just behind it’s shield, it was huge the size of an elephant and it thundered the ground as it’s six legs ran. She felt a lot safer running with this thing next to her.

Then the Benemar were in sight and they opened up with a devastating volley, the Guard Gal may have been present but with so many Benemar firing they were bound to find holes in the armour and many Gal and Human were hit. Luckily the Human’s armour saved them from anything fatal and many would get back up and continue charging.

Then the heavy bombardment came, the guard Gal next to Cathy was hit and killed, it’s head hit the ground and it’s back end flipped over it. She managed to jump aside and over a small ditch as more shells landed around her. From behind the Humans responded with their own tanks and artillery Gal and a number of guided missiles. Above her the air was being contested, Human fighters fought with Benemar craft for control of the air switching position of hunter and prey in mere moments.

All Humans were equipped with not only a rifle with a bayonet and a pistol but a blade on their backs, it was only a few feet long and was mainly used with fighting the Gal in mind. But it would work just as well against the Benemar. This was the main weapon they were going to use in this battle, many Humans discarded their rifle as they neared the Benemar lines. They were not going to need them.

The Benemar fired at will now, desperate to halt the charge, some Gal had morphed into a form that resembled a horse as the request of a number of Humans and were letting them ride them like cavalry. Clerk was at the front, he hated leading from the rear and he was going to make sure he was the first to the Benemar line.

But he was hit and went down a few hundred feet away.

The Human/Gal force smashed into the Benemar army that had drawn their own primitive looking blades, they were too large really but it was there way that bigger is better.

Cathy jumped past one decapitation it’s head as she did and drive her blade into the chest of another. They never stopped for if she did she would have been trampled to death by her allies behind her so she ran past and in and out of the Benemar bodies till she had to turn and fight. The two armies had merged and nothing short of slaughter took place. The Benemar had to rely on their numbers as the Humans were stronger and the Gal were faster, and the Benemar had more than enough numbers and it was thought the Benemar had more than a quarter of a million warriors than the Human/Gal army. Even so at first there was no clear winner. There was no formation as the fighting came down to millions of single duels with each individual fighting for their lives. Guard Gal ran rampant through the Benemar still their legs were out from under them, Human’s found themselves tackled from behind to loose their footing and would be set upon by several of the enemy. The Benemar grew frustrated that the Humans could lift them up and throw them with seemingly little difficulty. Even if they caught one from behind to shoot them in the back a Gal would often leap to the Humans defence and vis versa. The Humans and Gal worked together well.

The Benemar drove their wartrucks which were massive armoured vehicles into the fray running down troops of both sides and firing their rapid fire guns at everything that did not have a snout.

The noise, it was more than white noise as if one listened carefully they could hear the grunts the shouts and the screams of the dyeing, the clash of metal and cracking of gunfire. It would enough to make anyone go mad if they were not to busy fighting for their lives. Above them the fightercraft were fighting almost as intensely but it was almost pointless. Neither side could look down and distinguish friend from foe and thus could not help. The two sides had merged and only one side was going to walk away with any kind of force left. If they were going to walk away at all.

Cathy fought alongside a Gal she had saved after a Benemar got hold of one of it’s tentacles, wherever she went it followed keeping an eye on her back so that she could not be taken unawares. This became the common theme, the Gal would attach themselves to a Human soldier and work with them, they may not be able to read each others minds but they still had their instincts that guided them.

She had lost track of how many Benemar she had killed but then again she wasn’t really keeping track, she had found Karen in all this mess and exchanged a few looks to see if the other was wounded before being set upon by a gang of Benemar. She lost track of her after that. She could only hope she was okay.


Silence. The battle had ended some hours ago after raging for entire night each side flooding their forces into this battle not willing to surrender the field. If the Humans and Gal fell back their landing area would be under threat, if the Benemar had to fall back the landing area would not be immediately assailable and the Humans and Gal could push on.

The ground was covered like a carpet made of bodies from both sides, the soil usually a black colour was now red, the only thing all these aliens had in common was the colour of their blood.

Standing tall above all this death was a pole with a flag waving in the win, signalling which side was the victor this battle.

Getting Somewhere

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Summary: You and Sigrid have a very in-depth conversation about your past with Thranduil and the King tries to apologize in his own little way.

Pairings: Thranduil x Reader

Words: 2,063

Warnings: Mentions of Loss of Family Members; Slight Mentions of Hatred from Parents.

A/N: I’ve been hella tired lately so I haven’t been doing anything. No writing no nothing. I think that’s how the weekend is going to go too. Sorry guys. Also this was hard to write. I wanted like a lot of angst, but I couldn’t find a way to fix it so I kinda f’ed up lol

Master Lists: Drabbles/Imagines, and Completed Series   - Part 1

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