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I just had to.
the distinguished Sir Lancelot
and this random blue rat who was found at the side of a road one day, fell from the sky or smth
Lansoni bc they make me feel SICK
I feel so dumb XDDDS
So Sonic Dash right? We've been seeing art of Snowdrift Sonic and like didn't know where it was originated from until we started playing and oh my goodness he's so precious.
We got Elf Classic Sonic and I love him so much he's so silly looking.
We've almost upgraded all of him too >:)
OH HEY SONIC DASH PEOPLE... TELL ME WHEN LANCELOT EVENT COMES BACK.
I love Sonic and the Black Knight so much it's insane my goodness they're all so silly..
Did I mention that I spent a bunch of our pay check on Sonic games? Steam had a sale and they had all of the old games...
I officially hate playing with a keyboard. I'm so used to our PS2 and just in general controller controls.
I know we can like connect a controller but euugghhhh....
Okay I'm done ranting now teehee
We haven't slept >:)
Time to draw a bunch of comms and random Sonic and Sonamy doodles..
Prepares to be art dumped [unless we forget....]
[My lovely/Mi amado] (A Lansoni poem I wrote):
Oh such lovely night,
Such lonely night,
For I am awaiting for your return
And my heart never ceases it's ache,
My lovely king
Oh strong knight,
Alone knight,
How my heart is starting to burn
And my soul yearns for you awake,
My lonely king
How I miss you since we parted,
For thee I am glad you're alright,
Now everything remains quiet,
I miss you, miss you day and night
I always find myself looking at you
In the stars, in the night sky,
For you shined brighter
And were the prettiest of them all
As the years pass by
And with every new dawn
I see myself and my love get older,
For I've decided to stay a bit longer
How I miss you, my dear king,
For I can no longer find my purpose,
As I was happy by serving thee
And by staying by you, my marvelous
Fifteen years old I was,
Fifty and two years old I am,
Thirty and seven years passed by,
And for a few more I'll still wait
How I loved you with my whole self,
And I still love you, my king,
For I was the moon,
But you were the whole universe
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Oh cuán hermosa noche,
Cuán solitaria noche,
Pues aguardo tu regreso
Y mi corazón no cesa su dolor,
Mi amado rey
Oh fuerte caballero,
Solitario caballero,
Cuánto arde mi corazón
Y mi alma te anhela despierto,
Mi solitario rey
Cuánto te extraño desde que partimos,
Pues por usted me alegra su bienestar,
Ahora todo persiste en silencio,
Te extraño, te extraño día y noche
Siempre me encuentro buscándote
En las estrellas, en la oscura noche,
Pues fuiste la más radiante
Y la más hermosa de todas
Mientras pasan los años
Y con cada amanecer
Me veo a mí y mi amor envejecer,
Pues decidí por otro poco permanecer
Cuánto te extraño, mi amado rey,
Visto que ya no encuentro mi propósito,
Pues era felíz al servirte
Y al estar a tu lado, mi prodigioso
Quince años tenía,
Cincuenta y dos años tengo,
Treinta y siete años pasaron,
Y por más esperaré tu regreso
Cuánto te amé con todo mi ser,
Y aún te amo, mi rey,
Pues yo era la luna,
Pero tú eras el universo entero
[My king/Mi rey] (a Lansoni poem I wrote):
Oh my king,
To have you in my thoughts
And to miss you in my heart
It's such an audacity,
Even as your knight
To think of you with love
Oh beautiful light radiating being,
Such beautiful jade eyes,
Such beautiful voice,
Like a beautiful bird
Whose song soothes the anguish
That once lay in my soul
Such an imposing figure
That rules with nobility,
Symbol of war and peace
That deserves respect
And fidelity in servitude
Oh my king,
How I miss your vigor while ruling,
Your aspect now
So gloomy,
Full of sorrow and grief
You long his presence after years
Of his sudden loss,
For now you are in another world,
In which you arrived against your will
And can't return to your own home
You dream of him when the moon rises
While you cry his absence,
In your bed you shed tears
Of a lonely and empty king,
You long for roses in the dark night
And in whispers you say his name
Everytime you look at me
I know I remind you of him,
For I'm just a mere copy
Of your true love
In a book of fantasy
How you lash out at
Every part of me
Whenever you look at me
You say his name
And it saddens you that I'm not him
How I wish to tell you that I'm real,
That I'm not him,
That I feel you from my inside,
That I hate loving you
And that doing so hurts me
How I wish
To tell you with words
The thoughts of my heart,
But I just stay stuck
Writing in verses my love
Well for thee
I am just a knight,
Firm and inexpressive,
Cold and obedient,
A replaceable object
Whose value is found in serving you
I'd give my life for you,
Though you might not
Do the same for me,
All I know is I love you,
That I'll do it everyday
And dying by your side I'd rather be
I imagine your war cry
While leading your massive army,
And how this knight
Would brandish his sword
To protect you from the enemy
Regardless of whether I can bleed
I would be on the ground
Pale and deedless,
My armor stained
With the crimson of my blood,
Agonizing in silence
While I think of my last strophe:
"That we meet again,
In another life,
In another time,
Well maybe you never loved me,
But perhaps you did
In another universe"
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Oh mi rey,
El tenerte en mis pensamientos
Y extrañarte en mi corazón
Es una gran osadía,
Incluso como tu caballero
El pensar en tí con amor
Oh bello ser que irradia luz,
Tan hermosos ojos jade,
Cuán hermosa voz,
Cual bella ave
Cuyo canto apacigua el agobio
Que una vez yació en mi alma
Tan imponente figura
Que rige con nobleza,
Símbolo de guerra y paz
Que amerita respeto
Y fidelidad en servitud
Oh mi rey,
Cómo extraño tu vigor al gobernar,
Tu aspecto ahora
Tan lúgubre,
Lleno de aflicción y pesar
Añoras su presencia tras años
De su repentina pérdida,
Pues ahora en otro mundo estás,
Llegaste en contra de tu voluntad
Y a tu hogar no puedes regresar
Sueñas con él cuando la luna sale
Mientras lloras su ausencia,
En tu lecho derramas lágrimas
De un solitario y vacío rey,
Anhelas las rosas en la oscura noche
Y en susurros dices su nombre
Siempre que me miras
Sé que te recuerdo a él,
Pues sólo soy una copia
De tu verdadero amor
En un libro de fantasía
Cómo flagelas en
Cada parte de mi ser
Siempre que al mirarme
Dices su nombre
Y te entristece que no sea él
Desearía decirte que soy real,
Que yo no soy él,
Que dentro de mí te siento,
Que odio amarte
Y que me duele hacerlo
Cómo quisiera
Decirte con palabras
Lo que piensa mi corazón,
Pero solo me quedo estancado
Escribiendo en versos mi amor
Pues para usted
Solo un caballero soy,
Firme e inexpresivo,
Frío y obediente,
Un objeto reemplazable
Cuyo valor encuentra al servirte
Daría mi vida por tí,
Aunque tal vez no harías
Lo mismo por mí,
Solo sé que te amo,
Que lo haré todos los días
Y que moriría a tu lado
Imagino tu grito de guerra
Al liderar tu colosal ejército,
Y cómo este caballero
Blandería su espada
Para protegerte del enemigo
Sin importar si yo pueda sangrar
Estaría en el suelo
Pálido e inerte,
Mi armadura manchada
Del rojo carmesí de mi sangre,
Agonizando en silencio
Mientras pienso mi última estrofa:
"Que nos encontremos de nuevo,
En otra vida,
En otro tiempo,
Pues tal vez nunca me amaste,
Pero quizás sí,
En otro universo"
[I wish/Deseo] (A Lansoni poem I wrote):
Here I am now
Writing my thoughts to you,
For I can't help desire
To be alone with you
Such insolence of mine
To think of you this way,
For I am just a knight
And thee is your majesty
Such pretty emerald eyes,
Such sweet angelic voice,
Such radiant wild smile,
Such beauty like the sun
How I desire to hold you
And I want to hold your hand,
My lips want to touch yours
And yours to say my name
I yearn to find the courage
To hold you here real tight,
To look at you with confidence
And ask you to be mine
For I am blessed by your presence
And near you it is peace I find,
Because you'd give your life for me
And for yours I'd give mine
You'll see my blood on the battlefield,
For I'd have slayed my sword for you,
To give my life for you to live,
For my word and trust I gave to you
This is my love life in the war
And I wish you knew of my feelings,
For I am your obedient servant
And a wounded soldier never healing
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Aquí estoy ahora
Escribiéndote mis pensamientos,
Pues no evito desear
Estar a solas contigo
Qué insolencia la mía
El pensar así en tí,
Pues soy solo un caballero
Y usted es su majestad
Cuán hermosos ojos esmeralda,
Cuán dulce voz angelical,
Cuán sonrisa radiante,
Cuán belleza como el sol
Cuánto deseo abrazarte
Y tu mano quiero sostener,
Mis labios quieren tocar los tuyos
Y los tuyos decir mi nombre
Anhelo encontrar el coraje
De abrazarte con firmeza,
De mirarte con confianza
Y pedirte que seas mío
Pues por tu presencia estoy bendecido
Y cerca tuyo encuentro paz,
Porque darías tu vida por mí
Y por la tuya daría la mía
Verás mi sangre en el campo de batalla,
Pues por tí habré blandido mi espada,
Por dar mi vida para que vivas,
Por tí dí mi palabra y confianza
Este es mi amor en la guerra
Y desearía que supieras mi sentir,
Pues soy tu obediente sirviente
Y un soldado herido que nunca va a sanar
this is just a perfect portrayal of them
Lancelot, raising his voice slightly so he can speak to Gwaine at the other end of the grocery store aisle: Do you want any chips?
Gwaine, screaming at full volume: I’M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR DORITOS
more spamalot art since i've had the soundtrack stuck in my head nonstop after seeing it last sunday.
was such a delight getting to see these two fall in love onstage! i adore them, definitely the highlight of the show for me
I can bark Lance, I swear😭💥😵❌
OTP
Headcanon that both of them are equally matched during sparring/training.
Leon has a little bit more economy and structure, because its hard to shake the habit as he's been fighting that way since he was a child/squire.
Lancelot has less structure and a bit more flow, like muted down version of Gwaine's fighting style. There's structure to his strikes, but there's also the odd little flair or trick that catches Leon off guard, it comes from being a wandering Knight and having a different range of opponents.
Whenever they fight, they eye-flirt too. Like, full on facial expressions eye-flirt. It's honestly disgusting.
Their sparring is mesmerising to watch, and the added romantic tension just makes it better.
Merlin annoys Lancelot about it more than he annoyed Arthur about Gwen in cannon. It gets so bad that at some point, Kilgarrah asks Lancelot how his 'mate' is faring.
Arthur is the last to notice, obviously, but you can bet he slides a sly remark in every once in a while when he and Leon are going over inventory of weapons. Leon thinks he's kidding, until Arthur forgets the two of them are not actually together yet.
Arthur, completely obliviously: So when are you and Lancelot celebrating your anniversary? Isn't it some time this week?
Leon: ...
Arthur: ...🤨
Leon: ...my- my lord, Sir Lancelot and I are simply good friends.
Arthur: ...Wait, whAT? 😲
When they finally get together, it's because Gwaine got them drunk and they kissed in the tavern (after everyone told him it wouldn't work).
Nobody was surprised.
Not even Leon and Lancelot.
OI
MERLIN FANDOM
I KNOW YOU'RE AWAKE
I had a thought and I need other people's thoughts:
Leon/Lancelot?
Sincerely,
A Merwaine shipper
Gwaine being Gwaine, who has travelled all of Albion and seen plenty of homosexual relationships in his time (if not experimented himself), takes it upon himself to voice a slew of the raunchiest, filthiest jokes known to man, because he doesn't understand why loving someone of the same gender is so shameful.
Arthur is conflicted, at first, because he worries about Leon's standing in court and his status amongst the nobility. But Leon was his very first friend, so he finally decides that his first Knight deserves to be happy and anyone who disagrees has a one-way ticket to getting Banished and stripped of all lands and titles. The rumours settle down real fast after he makes good on his threat to one of the Lords.
Gwen has known since the very beginning, of course, she was there when Leon tripped in the pond and accidentally kissed Elyan for the first time, so she takes every opportunity to tease her brother about his new beau.
Percival and Lancelot haven't known Leon or Elyan for long, but they're both supportive and gossipy anyway, like proud mama bears on the sidelines.
Leon is awkward. Like, really awkward. He turns into a stuttering candyfloss anytime people even acknowledge him for something other than work, so this all turns him into a incomprehensible tomato. It's adorable, honestly.
Elyan flirts. It's an automatic reflex to cover up his embarrassment, like going along with a joke when you're at the butt of it, but he secretly lives for the way Leon gets all shy and blushy when they meet eyes. Besides, he's got nothing to lose anyway, especially after he all but got Arthur's permission.
And Merlin, bless his little heart, gets a break from saving Camelot and watches the drama from the sidelines.
(He totally helps Elyan pick flowers for Leon and teaches him how to court a noble, he's got the experience after all of Arthur's dates with Elena and Mithian, even if they were a bit disastrous.)
Elyan and Leon would totally have that stableboy/son of a lord kind of relationship where Elyan would leave a flower he picked in the meadow at Leon's bedside because he knows he's a romantic and Leon would tie up all of Elyan's letters in a silk ribbon because he's done thst with their notes when he was younger and it's habit by now.
They keep at it when they both become knights, and then Gwaine finds out.
And...and...and then?? How dare you stop there! 😆
Elyan would be a sweetheart (just don't let Gwen know that because he'd never hear the end of it), and Leon is totally a romantic:
