There’s always space for yet another armor tutorial, right? (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Note that the armor I drew would be worn around 15th century, the more into the future the less and less components knight’s armor had (i. e. in early 14th century instead of greaves a knight would wear long boots only; in 12th century knights didn’t wear plate breastplates and instead a chain mail only). Also the design of armor pattern changed by year and was different in every country (i.e. in eastern Europe armors, while still looking European, were heavily influenced by Turkey). so just make sure you always do research whenever drawing an armor. And one more thing to keep in mind is that armors were expensive, knights wearing a full plate armor weren’t an often sight.
Some links that may be useful:
- Armour Archive (I strongly suggest to browse its forum, there is no country or period of which armor wouldn’t be discussed)
- Therion Arms (armorer’s page; each accessory is photographed in big resolution and several time so it’s a nice page to use as reference for drawing)
- Revival Clothing (another store, but both with medieval clothing and armors; I suggest to read the articles, they’re often supported with pictures)
- Basic Armouring:A Practical Introduction to Armour Making (pdf)
- Educational Charts (pdf, shows how armors and weapons changed over the years)
- Medieval & Renaissance Material Culture (actual medieval resources, mostly paintings. And my favourite subpage - women in armor)
- Dressing in Steel (youtube; a demonstration how to dress in armor)
- How shall a man be armed? (youtube; another demonstration but with 4 different knights from different periods)
"What is your favourite word?”
“And. It is so hopeful."
"When creating your characters, you must start with the historical facts. Your protagonist, or hero, will be shaped by the times he or she lives in, just as you are. But to make a good story, the character must challenge the system in some way."
Tish Farrell (via writingquotes)
i put your name on the bullet
so everyone knows
you were the last thing
that went through my head.
If you don’t think soul mates exist after watching this I don’t even know what to say to you.
And what I love about it is how perfectly they match up, how much their lives connect and overlap, how much they love each other, but they still only think of each other as friends. I think that’s such an amazing kind of relationship. Non romantic soul mates are just beautiful.
Thursdays are Garbage Days
Unzip my body bag and take in my dead parts
The parts I’ve left to rot like trash
Ignored for a week straight
They’re not pretty and not fun
But you should have seen them alive
This is an improvement
The best thing about children
is that they live in a world
so when you’re around them
you can play pretend too.
My cousin asked
about my scars
and I told her that I fought with pirates
(a lie, I must admit)
she looked scared but I added
that I had won
She told me that she believed
that my cousin Sean was also
in a battle with pirates
because he had those same scars
then she asked me
why it’s been so long since she’s seen him
so I told her that he was kidnapped
by those pirates that he was fighting
(that, by far, was the worst lie of all)
I think I’m getting tired
of playing pretend
masterpost for writers creating their own worlds, or even just characters
feel free to add in any links!
we were the whisper of a thing
an “almost” whose promise
echoed across the stars
and rebounded in the infinity
i could see your breath in the heart of winter
but i would never feel it on my neck
in muzzy mornings overlaid with chords of green tea
and bittersweet piano solos
when theodore roosevelt’s wife died
he wrote “the light has gone out of of my life”
the sun has set and i can no longer see
but i am no colder
because i was never warm in the first place
his eyes are the colour of a dying star you once saw in your science book during the Before, and there are black holes in his mouth where entire galaxies must have existed when the world was whole and the people were, too. When he takes your wrist and yanks you to your feet you withdraw immediately, unwillingly to trust because dying is more than halfway to dead. His hair is blond, the sort of blond you see in the sun when the sky is bleak and dishwater grey and itching to snow.
he takes his gun and points it at your forehead before you even regain your bearings and you freeze because despite everything this is the closest you’ve been to death and you can feel its cool fingers on your temple.
"take me with you."
you let him tag along because death scares you more than dying and that’s what you are when you travel with someone who’s got a gun on you (though you’d never admit it, and for a moment you’re glad that your brother isn’t around to witness your fear)