Chivalry is (un)dead

Help! I need your opinions!

I haven’t made any moves yet to add Simon into this piece yet because, frankly, as much as I love the guy, my urge to draw Baz fan art is so much stronger and visualising him as a knight was very much the driving force of this piece. I’m a terrible person, so I also can’t resist a pun, thus why I’m now considering editing this illustration so it looks more like a tarot card with the ornate words ‘Chivalry is dead’ (or undead, haven’t decided yet) in the background.

What do you guys think? I’d like to maybe do some prints of this piece, but without any kind of framing or text it feels a bit unfinished.. but I’m worried adding a pun makes it a bit more niche given you need to know this is an image of a vampire knight to get the play on words. Should I make his teeth pointier and bigger to make it more obvious? Or perhaps writing ‘The Vampire Knight: Chivalry is Undead’ would work better? Both??

I’m not so fussed that on its own, this isn’t obviously a Baz fan art. Like, with the pun you don’t need to know it’s specifically Baz to get it- but if you do know, it adds a nice extra layer to it..?

(For those who didn’t see the original post about how this artwork came about, it was part of 2023 @carryon-reverse-bang)

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Hello! I've seen a few of your ship fic/prompt/asks on the Danny Phantom timeline and they're really cute! If you're still doing them, may I request whatever the hell Fright Knight and Dora's ship name is? I just think they're really neat! •^•

I'm calling this ship "Chivalry Is Dead."

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"Please, Princess, allow me," Fright Knight held his hand out, and Dora took it with a giggle. Using his hand for support, she thread her foot in the stirrup and swung herself over the back of the skeleton horse, settling side saddle on its back. She smiled at Fright Knight, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before letting her's slip from his grasp. Fright Knight moved over to Nightmare, and got on her back in one swift movement. With Fright Knight taking the lead, the two of them spurred their horses into motion at a leisurely walk out of the castle gates. 

"And where, pray tell, are you taking me today?" Dora asked after they got past the castle gates. 

"No where you haven't gone already, I'm sure," Fright Knight replied.

"Is that just a clever way of saying you won't be telling me?" 

Fright Knight tilted his head towards Dora. "That wouldn't be very becoming of a knight, my lady."

Dora laughed. "I don't believe much about our situation is becoming, dearest." Dora could not see Fright Knight blush; his full armor was just as helpful as it always was at concealing his emotions. Still, Dora knew that he was. They hadn't spent a century together for her to not know how he was feeling. 

"You are correct, my lady," Fright Knight said. "On both accounts."

"Then I suppose its a secret adventure for me today," Dora said. 

"You will enjoy it, I'm certain," Fright Knight said, and Dora could hear the smile in his voice. 

"I know I will," Dora replied. "You know me far too well to bring me somewhere I won't enjoy."

"That is true," Fright Knight said. A comfortable silence fell over them, broken only by the synchronized clip-clopping of the horse's hooves. 

chivalry is dead ..

In the olden days, knights were like super cool,

Chivalry was the golden rule.

But now, honor's kinda in a fight,

Modern times dimming that noble light.

They wore armor, made some serious vows,

Following a code from sunrise to sundowns.

But now it's like, lost in the past,

Chivalry's just a distant blast.

Courage turned into jokes and jest,

Good deeds taking a long, long rest.

On screens and stuff, virtues seem to fade,

Chivalry's gone, like in a quiet grade.

whos unfullowed me. ill eat your bones and do it again in the morning, leaving you bewhildered and confused. once youre flesh and wriggling, ill come back. you gain a bone. i have taken it again. your only pride. your only joy. i giveth the femur and i will taketh away. i will make a bone pile and scurry about in it, i will grow more powerful from simply being beside your bones, and i will keep your original ones in a suitcase, in another suitcase, and put that on a pedestool. nobody is to touch your bones but me. i will wear your skinsuit as a mesh top, and wear it to coachella, so you must wittness coked up coachellers shaking ass they do not have on to a youtube MUA that has never grown out of 2017 makeup. you will be forced to listen to festival goers barf, and sing the lyrics to a song they shouldnt, and once im home and youre alcohol drenched from me spilling my mikes hard multiple times not out of malice but drunken clumsiness, i will hang you up in the hotel room closet. i will leave. i will go in my car and leave you there, but ride back and say shit i forgot my skin and take you back. honest mistake. then, as i check out, the receptionist will try to arrest me. they will not prevail. we will make a getaway, and from me not wearing you but puting you in the shotgun and strapping you in, you feel a sense of soul. autonomy. as the cops chase us, guns blazing and winsheilds shattering in action, my yells of profanities at the pigs muddle. you smile. you know why you unfollowed. this journey has given you back your virtues. you look at me shooting back at the police, and feel your heart stop. is it love? yes. but you are also having a heart attack. you die. but you follow me back first. first you follow me back. you die.

I'm quitting church.

I've always wondered if it's my fault that I disassociate often at church or with it's members. I'm just so sick of smiling at them like I like them.

Today I had gone for carols and they were supposed to drop me near my house. But they changed it last min at 1am and left me and my mother, two women, stranded on the road; because they had to drop another member, who was of higher social standing.

I FUCKING HATE THESE SNAKES! I'M SO ANGRY WITH THIS LEVEL OF DISRESPECT

its always "do u wanna hook up" and never "i've got 2 tickets to iron maiden, baby. come w me friday, dont say maybe"

do you wanna choke on daddys dick everyone knows you have daddy issues.. how about you let me fuck your face.

You ever think “gee I haven’t checked my tumblr ask box in literally over a year, I wonder what’s in there?? I should go see!”

….And then BAM!!

Immediate regret.

i want a man who says ‘i would like to spend time with you, i enjoy your company. i suggest we do x thing together. how does that sound to you?’ 

”In my mind I’m cheating on him constantly”

- ayla j.

The booth is for the girls!

whoever came up with the idea that boys bully you if they’re interested in you is so wrong on so many levels. please someone be nice to me, i can’t take it anymore.

saying punk is dead is like saying chivalry is dead, technically true but annoying and wrong.

i’ve always imagined my life to be way more romantic than this 💔

If a boy ever comes to pick up my daughter and he waits in the street honking the horn at her he is not going to like what comes for him.

i have recently sat in the company of boys that say that it’s good if a girl has exs bc it means she’s not a slag and has been sleeping around and that “i rate the fit g” is better than saying “you look nice/pretty” because it makes you sound wet

i will never recover