That Fic Idea That Won't Leave Me Alone.

It's just two notes for me.

This is THE broken post.

Thanks for the tags @warlocklawyer666 and @the-tav3rn-0wner! Tagging @lancedoncrimsonwings, @dinogod and @holy3cake

Last song: Garota de Ipanema (Girl from Ipanema)

Favourite color: Red, Yellow and pink!

Last book: Anne of Green Gables (rereading)

Last movie: Barbie, almost sure. (It's been a long time since I've seen a movie.)

Last show: Cursed the legend of the lake. Obviously.

Sweet, spicy or Savory: Sweet. And unfortunately an addict at It.

Last thing i googled: "what's the name of the song marceline sing to princess bubblegum in tenth episode of the third season?" ... I needed the name in English, okay?

Looking forward to: It's for my dance rehearsal, which is why this post won't have much decoration or tags, since I'm already late.

Tagged by @luxferens & @lovelyllamasblog 😆🫶

Last song: This one is biased for me. I’ve been listening Epic since DECEMBER. Which was the last one then… Ah! Little Wolf x)

Favorite color: Peacock blue

Last book: Audiobooks count? cause I don’t have the time otherwise…  Les Misérables then.

Last movie: On theater? Then probably Sonic 3

Last show: Severance season 2

Sweet, Spicy or Savory: Definitely sweet… Sadly an addict.

Last thing I google: Alzara 3rd vison. Yes, I’m playing Blue Prince lol I needed to show it to my roommate ‘cause we’re playing together.

Looking forward: News from the data recovery center ;;

Tagging: @poly-hebdo @pinkbeeps @mellosdrawings @saph-y @r-aindr0p or anyone who wants to give a try! ✨

Will I stop making Lancewain banners? No, I don't think I will. Actually, I think I will make even more images for this ship, bc really, I love them

self-love/self-hate

They're so gay and sad. I loved It❤️

Hug, beauty and blood

Ok so "hug" is from Chapter 2 cause I struggled to find better than a bulletpoint in my WIPs with it in but yess I love these thank you!

Hug;

The boy hesitantly moved closer, then before Lancelot could say anything else, Squirrel hugged him. Lancelot bit down on a pained yelp, the embrace sending another incredibly sharp surge of torment through his side that made sweat bead up again on his brow, his vision swum and it took more than he cared to admit to stop himself from whimpering. He almost forgot to feel shocked the agony was so intense.

Beauty;

Lancelot's breath was coming in gasps. Gawain realised he too was panting, and he glanced out for just a moment to see they were towards the edge of the dance, but closer to the Bard, who eyed them both with those silver-blue eyes as he continued to sing;

"Where you see weakness, I see wit, Sometimes I fall to pieces, Just to see what bits of me don't fit,"

The piercing stare was too much, too invasive, Gawain turned quickly back to Lancelot. He drunk in the beauty before him.

"... And when I stand, oh, those folks will run, And tell their tales of what I've become..."

And by the Gods, Lancelot was truly beautiful. A man, a Fey, a gentle soul with a tender heart and a battle hardened warrior all at once. His colour swirling skin shone slick with sweat, supple muscles rippling as he moved and swayed with the enticing grace of a deadly predator, jaw tensed, chest heaving ragged breaths.

Blood;

Blood dripped steadily from Lancelot's fingertips. Oozing slowly from the carving upon his left shoulder, it traced rivers of crimson down his arm before collecting between the iron shackle and his skin. So severe were the iron burns, and so close was the metal to his sore, abraised skin that the blood now pooled up and over the outside of the cuff like an overflowing dam. It offered his burned wrist a modicum of relief. Scarlet glistened in the low light as it invariably flowed down down down, following the swell of his knuckles and the length of his fingers to splash into a coagulating puddle on the floor, steadily staining the cold ashen stone into a dirty red.

Me trying to beat the messy artist accusations

My really small art corner:

Yey! I'm getting good at this, I think. Two Lancewain's banner for ya! Hope you like them

Last Line Tag!

I genuinely can't remember who's tagged me in what soooo I figured this worked. Have a few snippets cause I'm pretty sure I was tagged 3 times overall

No Pressure Tagging; @holy3cake @aintgonnatakethis @violetastrid + OPEN TAG FOR ALL

Lancelot's POV;

It was Goliath stumbling over a fallen branch that had broken this hallucination, it seemed. The steed’s unsteady steps now told him as much, but the way he snorted and stumbled again confirmed it, as did the now familiar painful jolt through Lancelot’s side that had stars dancing over his vision and a myriad of furiously inventive swear-words threatening to slip from his tongue.

Gawain's POV;

Agony exploded in Gawain's spine and he cried out, a flash of green blinding his vision before it faded to black, slipping down, down, down into the darkness. Gawain could do nothing, dragged under by those terrible vines as they turned on him, the tresspasser in another's domain, coiling around him like the ribcage did a heart and consticting him like a snake, hissing and biting. He couldn't breathe as the air was taken from his lungs and given to another, the pain in his spine growing stronger and stronger yet he'd no breath left to scream.

So he simply closed his eyes and let them take him.

"What did you do?!"

Gawain was sure he ought to know that voice but he couldn't understand what it meant, nor could he quite recognise who it belonged to.

"Gawain? Gawain!"

Gawain. That was his name, wasn't it? He wanted to sleep. Just five more minutes...

"Don't you dare..."

Yes. He'd rest a bit more. Oh that darkness was so, so enticing... And it called his name too, he thought...

I was drawing.

I tried to make the face of Gawain, the green knight from Cursed.

I remember that I don't know how to draw faces and I fail miserably at making his face.

I want to kill myself and burn the drawing for this.

I remember he wears a helmet.

I put the helmet on him instead of having to draw his face and continue drawing as if I wasn't pulling my hair in pure rage just a moment ago.

I'm become happy till happend another incident. (Which hasn't happened yet)

I've offically come full circle a decade later since I'm back hyperfixating on the Arthurian legend distracting myself from everything and listening to the same music as my 14 year old self was. But hey at least I have the confidence in drawing them now.

I love them so so dearly I'm going just a little insane, I'm sorry to everyone who doesn't know me beyond my usual fandoms, you have to put up with what rearranged my brain chemistry when I was a kid.

This started as just a few of the knights, Lancelot, Gawaine, and Galahad and then it became: "Oh but then I should draw __" and here we are. My designs are all over the place and I cannot be bothered to actually draw armor I'll die i just want to draw pretty patterns. But I think the mismatch of clothing styles and all that makes it cohesive?

And I'm going with Malroy and T.H White influence as it's what I know best, that being said all the boys have their coat of arms alluded to in some way but you might have to squint.

(my laptop absolutely hates me for this one. imagine exporting a file and then having to manipulate the sizing 3 times for it to even be able to upload anywhere, couldn't be me. I don't even know how to show the full thing..)