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aurianavaloria · 3 days
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Full-length portraits of the historical general Baldwin IV from Evony's General Hall. Both skins are animated in-game - in his "normal" version, he unsheathes his sword part-way before sheathing it again, and in the "Divine Guardian" variant, the chess piece and the glowing Jerusalem heraldry float up and down.
I don't have him yet, but I want him and the Divine Guardian skin so bad, lol. (I'm also a mite bit envious of this artist's illustration skills...)
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maruneia · 3 months
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photo study from kingdom of heaven (2005)
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cuviz · 4 months
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drawings i did this month (writers are welcome to drop some baldwin content fr)
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arioloyal · 10 days
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When you're hanging around with homies and suddenly, your mom calls you :
(btw pls stop making fake moans bro👩🏻‍🦯🍂)
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chicken-blitz13 · 9 days
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PEACOCKS🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚
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whereis-mypizza · 7 months
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earthly-apples · 1 year
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angevinyaoiz · 10 months
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King Baldwin IV doodles. Based on wanting to do a design using more veils rather than the KOH mask (which I love, but curious to explore other styles)
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rhaenyraslaena · 1 year
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saladin carefully walking around baldwin's tomb: you're the only bitch in this house i ever respected
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60zcowboy · 1 month
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King Baldwin IV
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aurianavaloria · 26 days
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KoH - April Boops
Inspired by the occasion here on Tumblr, I decided to try my hand at one of these (Y/N) reader fics that are so popular in the KoH fandom. 😄Enjoy!
(Featuring Baldwin IV x Time Traveler!Reader [gender neutral])
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Y/N snickered a little as they realized the date. April first. A day of friendly – and sometimes not-so-friendly – pranking back home. Not so much here. In a way, Y/N missed it, and memories of a particularly humorous online event elicited the briefest of smiles…
“You’ve found something amusing?”
Y/N glanced up from the book at the sound of His Majesty’s voice. He really could be too perceptive for his own good, sometimes.
Carefully holding a finger to mark the spot in the book Baldwin had generously lent for leisure reading, Y/N closed the cover and grinned sheepishly. “No, I was just reminded of something. A tradition back home.”
“Oh?” His interest seemed well-and-truly piqued, then. Something about the way his eyes squinted briefly behind his mask. “Would you care to share this tradition of yours?”
Y/N glanced away for a moment, unable to say no but wondering how he would react to the explanation of this – frankly ridiculous – event. “Well, it’s the first of April, you see. And we call that day ‘April Fool’s' day.” As soon as Y/N returned their attention to him, there came the signature head tilt of curiosity that confirmed the suspected interest. “It’s a day of mostly-friendly pranking. Teasing. That sort of thing.” Y/N laughed a little, partially out of true humor and also partially out of awkwardness. “I just remembered a rather funny community event I took part in one year that was… oddly popular.”
“Do tell.”
Make that an interest that was starting to sound strangely like a potential hunt for blackmail material…
“Well,” Y/N continued slowly, “it was an event where we went around poking our friends in the community by surprise. We called it ‘booping’. After what we sometimes do to our pets as a greeting.”
Baldwin made absolutely no movement as he echoed questioningly, “‘Booping’?”
That alone caused Y/N to snort with laughter. Never had the thought crossed their mind that Baldwin IV of Jerusalem would ever say the word “boop” in any way, shape, or form, much less with the serious tone he employed.
Still chuckling in amusement, Y/N stood up to demonstrate. “Like this.”
Before he could react, Y/N approached where the king sat, reached out with a finger, and as one might with a dog or a cat, poked the sharp nose of his mask. “Boop!”
Indeed, much like a cat, Baldwin leaned backwards a little on reflex the moment before impact, his eyes almost crossing in a way that only made Y/N laugh harder.
He blinked, his manner suggesting slight bewilderment. “That’s… all?”
“Yes!” Y/N squeaked.
A dreadfully-long moment or two passed before he shook his head, a light laugh echoing behind the mask. “Well, then. In the spirit of your tradition…”
A white-gloved finger lifted and gently tapped the end of Y/N’s nose.
“…boop.”
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knight-parzival · 8 months
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Merciful god, protect our chevalier des lys
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pterodach · 8 months
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cuviz · 4 months
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baldwin my beloved
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(very first pic of him)
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arioloyal · 12 days
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When your house is the meet up place and you hit this pose:
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(I'm sure you can hear this pic🗿🙌🏻)
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anielly-2010 · 3 days
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Baldwin iv x mermaid reader
I've had this idea in my head for a while and ended up creating a kind of prologue to this story. Any spelling mistakes please forgive me, I used a translator to leave it in English as that is not my language.
Mermaids. Monsters who use their sweet voices to enchant and bewitch men. That's what people thought I was and that's why I was hunted all my life.
Because I was the last mermaid.
And ever since sailors discovered a way of not being affected by the sirens' singing about five years ago, the hunt for mermaids has turned into a veritable genocide.
Their sisters, in an act of desperation at seeing that many of their companions were being used as a mere pleasure to humans, having to use their precious voices to satisfy them, forced me to take a potion that would destroy my vocal cords. So that my most powerful song could no longer be used as a weapon by humans.
Today was my fifteenth birthday, but what did that matter when I was about to lose the life I had fought so hard for?
"We did it, we caught a mermaid!"
The sailors shouted and celebrated with joy as you struggled over the huge fishing net that had caught you.
"It's been five years since anyone managed to catch a mermaid"
"She must be the last of her kind"
"We're going to make a fortune from her!"
With every word the sailors said, your desperation grew. You didn't want to be captured, you didn't want to be killed to become exotic meat or a mere object for men. The only thing you wanted was freedom and the happiness of living a peaceful life, but now nothing could be done.
As soon as the boat reached the shore, you were forced to assume your human form, but your lavender hair and eyes that seemed to reflect a rainbow under the sun made it clear that you were a mermaid, causing countless disgusted looks to be directed at you.
The captain of the ship took you to the French king to sell you for an exorbitant price, but before he even arrived, it turned out that you were mute and couldn't use your songs to heal or captivate anyone. This led to you being sold for a price far below what he wanted.
"You worthless creature!"
The captain threw a glass bowl in your direction and, by reflex, you protected yourself as much as you could with your arms bound in chains.
"One of your few uses is to use your voice as pleasure for men and you can't even do that!"
Tears began to stream down your face. The reason was the humiliation she had suffered and the pain from the cuts on her arms. Luckily, it wasn't long before that horrible man sold you and left, but your troubles had only just begun.
You were locked in a cage and for weeks your routine was to make do with the little food and water you received. The king sometimes brought various people to admire you, but he soon lost interest in you.
Like a mermaid who couldn't sing, you were of little use to him, but then the king received some news.
The King of Jerusalem, Baldwin IV, had won a very important battle at Montgisard. He, a boy of only 16, led the outnumbered Christian forces against Saladin's troops and won the battle.
The King of France decided to give you as a present to this young man, so once again you were chained up in the hold of a ship, where for months your only consolation was to listen to the waves of the sea.
After the exhausting journey, you finally arrived in Jerusalem.
The drier air was hot and made you feel constantly dehydrated, and the language the people there spoke was different from what you knew.
A deep hatred took over your body, and then you met it.
"Are you all right?"
It was the first thing he asked you and even though he knew you wouldn't be able to answer, he hoped to discover your answer just by looking at you. And even when he received only a perplexed look from you, he treated you with tenderness, wrapping you in his own cloak and asking his trusted servants to look after you.
'Why does he treat me so tenderly?'
This question kept running through her mind.
And as time went by, feelings began to blossom in both of you. Small acts became actions of love and the love that existed between the two of us was so great that nothing could stop you from being together.
Not even Baldwin's leprosy, the greed of Guy de Lusignan and Reinaldo de Châtillon or Saladin's army could separate you.
'I'm going to get my voice back, cure Baldwin with the siren's song of healing and help him defeat every enemy that comes along'
That was his thought, that was his determination.
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