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WIP Wednesday Monday/7 line tag

Danke for the WIP Wednesday tag @holy3cake and the 7 Line tag @aintgonnatakethis

No Pressure tagging @aintgonnatakethis @holy3cake + OPEN TAG

Rules; WIP Wednesday; Share your latest WIP line/s or idea/plot bunnies. 7 Line tag; share 7 lines from a WIP

Giving you guys the 14 lines I just wrote as an "oops I was tagged ages ago and never responded" from my Lancewain Horizons to Battlegrounds WIPs

TWs: Suicidal ideation, injury

"You can't keep going like this, Ashman." Gawain said, quietly. He eyed the blood still seeping between Lancelot's fingers where he pressed them against his side, and the tremour beneath that came in waves as he breathed.

As usual, Lancelot gave no reply. Gawain hadn't expected him to yet the worry gave way to anger that burned up inside him like a righteous flame.

"You do understand, don't you? You're going to die. You must stop this. You must let them help you!"

Grey eyes averted their once searing gaze. Understanding was clear enough in them- Lancelot knew well how dire his situation was, then.

"Or is that what you want?" Gawain pressed, moving into where Lancelot had looked away, forcing him to glance his way for just a moment before he bored holes in the opposite side of the room than before.

Gawain's own understanding dawned like a lead weight suffocating the anger roiling through him.

"Oh…" Gawain breathed. "It is, isn't it?"

Lancelot swallowed. The tremour was worsening, sweat dripped from his brow, which had furrowed at the statement.

"Why do you want to die." Gawain pressed, daring now to reach out, to touch the hand that wasn't still dripping with hot blood. Gawain almost felt bad for the sharp inhale as Lancelot flinched, then flinched again with a pained wince at the movement.

Unspoken words formed on Lancelot's too-pale lips.

Vulgate: Lancelot Part IV | More quotes at Arthuriana Daily

Can we talk about how Lancelot's marks glow when he is near fire in the first episode?

So, i was rewatching Cursed on the netflix for the god know how many time, and i just tought like: "Oh i should try to pay a bit more of attention to the details this time, after all i'm writing a fanfic, this would help me a lot in the criative process." But then my eyes catch in the very first scene of the Weeping monk and i just notice his tear marks glow bright red when he is in the woods burning, killing the moon wings.

My mind absolutely stoped when i saw that. Cause what do you mean Lancelot's, marks glow and i never noticed that? What kind of incredibly effective and devilish wicked spell is that? Or perhaps that was just my ADHD working again... Anyways, i am just absolutely obsessed whit this.

OK, SO WHAT IF LANCELOT'S MARKS COULD GLOW WHIT MORE THAN JUST FIRE?

Any incredibly unlucky person who has the pleasure of knowing me know that i am absolutely hiperfocused in the Arthurian legends, but i still don't know how to deepens this hiperfixation since i didn't born in one of those countries where the Arthurian legends are part of their folklore. But one specific thing about Lancelot got in my mind, that is the fact that he cries a lot, but also doesn't know how to express himself properly, and then i just got this idea when i saw the marks glowing: "What if i could make this glowing marks thing a way of him expressing emotions since he is bad whit words and facial expressions?"

And that's exactly what am i going to do.

From now on, i have this headcanon that Lancelot's marks glow when he feels too strong emotions or feelings. For example: If he is too embarassed, along whit his blushing cheeks, his marks will glow slight pink too. And if he is too sad, his marks will glow in deep wine-color.

But what if i could go even further?

Hear me out in this one. The idea of Lancelots marks glow whit strong feeling and emotions is cool, right? But what if it went further?

I don't know how to explain, (actually i do but that's just cause i like how it sounds) but how about the idea of the Ashfolk having inner marks?

This might sound like a crazy idea or one of those you just have at 03:06 AM while is surviving on only coffee and refuses to sleep. BUT IT SOUNDS SO COOL IN MY MIND. Like, they have tear marks that possibly glow in the fire, but what if they also had inner marks in their lungs and heart that also can glow whit overwhelming feelings?

And that could also give and opening for a possible fire power, cause if they marks glow inside their bodys and react to the fire, who said they cannot actually procreate fire, more especificly fey fire?

I am probably going to be more obcene than i expected but, can you only imagine if Lancelot were having sex whit someone (i'd say Gawain but if you're a Nimulot shipper that fits too) and he is just so overwhelmed whit the pleasure and wonderful new sensations that his heart and lungs glow in pleasure while he archs his back and moan like a fucking wh0re gripping the bed sheets as if for his dear life? well i can, and it's absolutely marving.

And finally, conclusion.

My point is, i didn't notice it the first time i watched, but this is just a too good oportunity for head canons and roamtic fanfics promps to just let it pass.

My head canon is made, and is not just about him but the hole ashfolk. They have marks inside their bodies, in the lugs and heart, and the obvious ones in the face. And the marks glow whit strong or overwhelming feelings/emotions, or when they are near/surrounded by fire.

And just for the sake of it, the last part on the "What if i could go even further" topic was just cause i saw a reblogged post by @lancedoncrimsonwings of a suggestion of a fic called "Came a lot" of the weeping monk by @baezen, and i just tought it whoul fit in very well.

Hunted kisses for you❤️

Thank you for the tags @the-tav3rn-0wner! (And you're on the list too, I just didn't want to mark it twice.)

Passing the phone to people that every five SECONDS makes a new reblog notification on tumblr apper on my phone, and that I love very much and make my day when i get a notification.

@lancedoncrimsonwings @holy3cake @dinogod @warlocklawyer666 @gwalch-mei

Passing the phone tag game

Rules:

Tag your moots and other random ppl and if any comply they have to reblog with a scenario and tag others

Passing the phone who believes we should respect the fact that marvel gave us a strong independent Aro/ace female character

@immastealyourfood @annathemcuandstlover @thatone-midgardian @narwhals-randomness @thund3randrain @alliestatefanficworld @lucegoose-the-second @thescarleteevee @crazyinlovewithfandoms

Aww, they all so silly! I love It!

Does Couldysseus have another cloud friends? Except Ganymede? Like a Polities or a Eury? Would Poseidon hate them too?

Sorry, it's just that I had a dream that each of the three had one. Ody with Poseidon, Polities with Hades because Persephone thought he was cute, and Zeus with Eury because he was jealous and wanted one for himself. Then the three of them spent the afternoon together like three parents with their children on a family Sunday.

This is very sweet buuuut i'm not totally agree on canonically cloud-shape everyone. Especially Ody's friends or family! You probably don't know - not you, specifically, friend <3 - but Zeus has already an army of clouds, specifically made for worshipping him while he's laying confy on his couch. Cloudysseus is the only one - and has to be so - made by him that has a completely different job. ANYWAY. Here they are <3 As probably Zeus, being an ass, would made them.

Sneak Peak! and no i'm not explaining this post

The Reformatory.

“That place is not just a reformatory, knight. They're gonna break his head.” The lady with honey eyes says. Her once happy eyes now fell into a sad and worried glass.

Gawain is confused by the stern words. "...What?" He asks in a state of confusion and disbelief. Gawain knew that the paladins were cruel and that they valued empty heads and blind pawns, but he didn't want to believe that they would have the courage to break that alredy broken blade that the weeping monk was and force him together again and the gods know how many more times.

“You heard me.” The woman says with a firm word. Her eyes finally returning to meet his. “We call that place the devil's nightmare house for a reason. It’s not difficult to connect two dots, knight.”

The devil's nightmare house...? Gawain feels his face grow cold and the color drain from his features with realization. A shiver passes through his body just for thinking about what led to a place having to name like that.

“He's not going to come back, Gawain.” The lady afirms again with a firm voice, her face now completely darkened. “And if he comes back, it won’t be him anymore."

The woman sighs, her eyes returning to the floor and they were now a red glass, trying hard not to cry. The knight couldn't even begin to understand the relationship between the lady and the monk, but they certainly had something. No one holds back their tears so much for someone they don not care about.

She forces a unamused smile, trying to ease the tension. “Think he'll only comes back if some crazy person dares to invade Devil's Nightmare and bring him back.” She jokes, getting up to leave. The nameless lady says goodbye and leaves the knight to his thoughts alone at night again.

…Maybe I am crazy enough.

@lancedoncrimsonwings

Having a scenario ready in your head and having it written down are also two very, very different things. But I wish they were the same thing.

unfortunately, I will write this fic and I am writing this fic are two very different things

how to fight writer’s block like it personally insulted your best friend

Writer’s block isn’t a myth. It’s real. It’s rude. And it shows up exactly when you don’t want it to—like an ex at your book launch. Here’s how to yeet it into the void:

1. stop trying to write “good”

Seriously. Lower the bar. Bury the bar. Let the bar rot in the forest. Write badly on purpose. Be cringe. Be free. You can’t fix a blank page, but you can edit a disaster.

2. change the medium

Tired: typing in the same doc for hours. Wired: scribbling in a notebook like a Victorian ghost. Inspired: recording a voice memo like a sleep-deprived cryptid explaining your plot to future you.

3. skip the part that’s blocking you

Stuck on Chapter 5? Write Chapter 9. Write the ending. Write that one scene with the knife and the rain and the betrayal. You can stitch it all together later like Frankenstein’s monster.

4. give your brain new input

Go outside. Touch grass. Watch a movie. Read a book not in your genre. Eavesdrop at a coffee shop. Ideas in = ideas out.

5. bribe yourself

“Write 100 words and you get a cookie.” “Finish this scene and you can scroll Pinterest for aesthetics.” Become your own treat-dispensing machine.

6. embrace ✨trash drafts✨

Your first draft is not the final product. It’s the mess you make before the magic. Let it be wild. Let it be ugly. Let it live.

7. stop declaring war on your creativity

Sometimes writer’s block is just burnout in a trench coat. Maybe what you need isn’t to write harder—it’s to rest, to dream, to let the well refill.

tl;dr: writer’s block can’t survive if you trick it into thinking you're just vibing. So vibe. Write weird stuff. Take breaks. Make art like no one’s watching (because no one is yet).

You’ve got this.

Nothing really cool or creative to post, but I also don't want to go days without posting anything, so here's a messy/careless sketch I made today.

It was supposed to be the base of a woman. I'm still learning how to draw women. Breasts are hard to draw when you're used to pecs, okay?