Cattive Donne

A side blog for my ocs/ships and more. Ana | She/Her | 30 | Art + OC blog

[cattivedonne]

Like father, like daughter.

I had this finished a month back for my rewrite, especially since this is Mordred's first encounter with her "father," Arthur (Cath). Originally, Mordred was supposed to have Chaos activated (her eyes), but...it looked off. Expect more pages afterwards since the fight against Arthur (Cath) in Liones will be very different than what Nakaba gave.

[cattivedonne]

My bby....Arthur's bby....Guinevere's bby

[strangehellhole]

I hate red

Red:

[maslosstuff]

Recently I did an art trade with my friend @cattivedonne it was fun! And I’m proud of this piece

[cattivedonne]

I STILL LOVE IT TO THIS DAY! BOTH ARTHUR AND GUINEVERE LOOK AMAZING IN YOUR STYLE AND DESIGN! THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR DOING THE TRADE WITH ME! <3

[cattivedonne]

UwU I'm still alive! Just been swamped with work so I haven't really been able to post anything like I had planned but thankfully things calmed down a bit, so we may be back to posting regularly again (I hope).

Anywho, before I keep on rambling, I recently did an art trade with my friend @maslosstuff of their NNT OC Finola with Howzer! <333 Really happy how it came out and had a lot of fun drawing this!

And now I disappear again.

[micchi971]

Sleepover for a couple!

Day 4: Relax and cuddling 🫂💕🍵

I've always wanted the LanceTris to wear Hello Kitty pajamas! 🤭 Skin care, ramen, tv and cuddling with your boyfriend is the best 💖🤧

[maslosstuff]

Some 4kota doodles featuring @cattivedonne Gwen

[cattivedonne]

They all came out beautiful! And nice surprise adding Gwen there too thank you! <333

[hazuxia]

Wtf is happening in the 4kota

[transcendingtimeandspace4u]

Every wrong thing ever

[cattivedonne]

...It's bad man...so flappin bad

[cattivedonne]

I need to read more OC x Lancelot oneshot cause I cannot stomach the translated text oml nah nah nah

[cattivedonne]

Hey Nakaba you know you’re not creative with what you just did yeah…YOU ARE LITERALLY COPING DBZ THIS IS LITERALLY DBZ TRUNK EPISODE BUT WORSE

[strangehellhole]

[solarissttee]

────── 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 !

╰ ❝ enjoying a date with your boyfriend takes an unexpected turn as you’re brought face to face with… a little girl? she seems to have her sights set on him, but lancelot isn’t one to play when it comes to your relationship.

𖥔 odes to the iridescent moon ╎ 𖥔 word count﹕ 2.1k

𖥔 CONTENT WARNINGS﹕ fem!black reader , chubby reader , knight of apocalypse reader , fluff , established relationship , not fully proofread.

hymns from the moon maiden ᛝ this was a request i received a while ago that i finally got to. it’s a little bad since i haven’t read the manga in over a year so i’m relying on the plot from where i stopped .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·. i’m trying to get back into it for this sweet boy, though!!! thanks for this request anon, you’ve rekindled my flame for my dearest boy <3

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated ‹𝟹 !

the sun is high in the air, the grass is slightly dampened by the turning of winter into spring and there’re young dandelions as far as the eye can see, their yellow vibrance a welcoming embrace into the warmer seasons.

liones’ air is perfect in the spring; a breeze not too cold but not too hot either—and it’s not humid in a way that would make your hair puff up with frizz. it’s crisp, calm and serene.

lancelot lays your picnic blanket on a dryer patch of grass, smoothing out the wrinkles while humming a quiet tune, one that you’ve heard numerous times throughout your relationship with him.

it’s been a long while since the both of you have been able to go on a date like this with all the trouble camelot stirred up recently both inside and outside of liones. as a knight of the apocalypse yourself and the leader of your platoon, you’d been dispatched to neighbouring countries to gather intel, leaving lancelot to his own devices in time you’d been absent.

your return to liones was quite impromptu seeing as your mission should’ve kept your platoon overseas longer, but with camelot’s recent attack on the capital, you were forced to abandon the mission and come back to aid any efforts against arthur and his chaos knights.

the fight was long since over by the time you’d returned, and you focused on helping with the damages that occurred throughout the capital. it was a destructive siege and very obviously a power play. arthur knew that liones was weak at the moment of his infiltration, especially since all the knights of the prophecy had yet to be introduced and properly acknowledged.

once most of the hassle had settled down, lancelot was quick to whisk you away from any of your impending responsibilities, inadvertently pushing a lot of them onto the rest of your platoon, much to their chagrin.

“blanket’s ready. get over here” lancelot plops down onto the checkered fabric, patting the spot beside him to beckon you closer. when you sit next to him and set the picnic basket you’d been holding between the two of you, you release a quiet sigh, finally able to relax.

“whew… it’s been so long since we’ve been here like this. that mission took so long, and i’m honestly beginning to think his majesty might hate my platoon.” the complain leaves you in a grumble while you lean your head against his shoulder.

lancelot snorts in response, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, then deviates to your forehead and eventually down to capture your lips in a loving peck. “you’re so dramatic.”

“but i’m right, though.”

“but you really aren’t.”

the both of you snicker at the banter, and you return his earlier pecks with a few of your own.

“missed me that much, hm?” he muses between your pecks, his hand sliding from your shoulders up to the back of your head so he could kiss you properly.

“well, duh…” you mumble, pulling back momentarily to stare into the depths of his captivating, ruby coloured eyes. “why wouldn’t i miss my favourite boy?”

“my sweet girl, always so clingy” he grins, leaning in again.

you grin at the endearment, your own hand tangling in his hair.

“oh, but you love it when i’m clingy.”

“mmh… that i do.”

he pecks your lips playfully then pulls back to look at you. you’re still the same as he remembered; soft, round cheeks, dark skin that glistens in the sunlight, and deep eyes that hold so much warmth and love.

“you’re so beautiful..” he murmured after a while, thumbing at the soft swell of your cheek. “it’s almost unfair how pretty you are.”

a light feeling blooms in your chest, partly out of embarrassment but mostly out of love. you could see the dilation of his pupils and how soft his gaze turned as his eyes roam your face.

”you’re such a sap all of a sudden. don’t tell me you’ve been hanging out with isolde in my absence?”

“don’t start, woman.” he flicks your forehead, not enough to hurt, and kisses the spot he flicked immediately after to soothe the lingering sting.

a brief silence falls between the both of you as you finally begin to eat, but it doesn’t last too long because you start talking about your travels the past few months and the things and people you’d encountered during your mission. lancelot listens intently as you talk, his eyes soft as he watches your animated gestures while you talk.

as dusk begins to paint the sky in an ombré of pinks and oranges, a few hours later, you and lancelot begin to pack up your picnic basket while you neatly fold the blanket and tuck it underneath your arm.

“this has been fun” you hum in contentment. “we should do this again, preferably after i finish my reports.”

lancelot snorts. “oh, please, you know you’re thankful to not be cooped up writing mountains of reports right now,” he stands up, the picnic basket in one hand and intertwining his free hand with yours. “don’t worry, next time i’ll take you to a really nice forest clearing i found. it’s quiet and hidden and farther away from the city.”

“trying to have me all to yourself, are you? and you call me the clingy one” you tease as he tugs you down the steep hill, being careful so you don’t trip on the way down.

“that’s because you are the clingy one. and you’ve been gone for months, i don’t think it’s out of the ordinary for me to want you to myself uninterrupted.”

you pout at him but don't argue—he wasn’t wrong about you being the clingier one in the relationship, but it’s not like he minded it either. if anything, he enables your behaviour more often than he doesn’t.

the walk back to the city is short and quiet as the both of you simply bask in each other’s presence. there’s a slight buzz in the depths of your stomach—your heart feels so incredibly full with affection, and the citrusy scent of him is a heady cloud on your senses.

lancelot escorts you back to the castle because you still have a lot of work to do and reports to compile as the leader of your platoon that can’t be callously handed off to other people in the platoon. the stroll is slow, though. neither of you really want to part ways and settle on talking numerous detours instead to elongate your time together.

as the castle draws near over the horizon, lancelot slows his steps and you follow suit. his fingers are still twined with yours, squeezing gently. eventually, he stops walking as the doors come into view. “i guess this is where i leave you, pretty girl. try not to overwork yourself again, alright? i’ll kick your ass if you do.”

you roll your eyes at him as you face him properly. “that was one time, lance. and it was a heatwave, you can’t really blame me for that.”

“one time too many—and i remember reminding you to stay hydrated, idiot. but seriously, take care of yourself. i won’t always be around to make sure you’re doing alright.” he releases your hand in favour of pressing your head to his chest, his fingers playing with the stray curls at the nape of your neck.

“yes, yes. no need to mother hen me,” you mutter into the crook of his neck, pressing light kisses there.

he shivers, tightening his grip on the back of your head. “behave.”

he tries to sound stern but you can tell you’ve gotten under his skin and flustered him. you chuckle lightly, tilting your head up to catch his lips in a gentle kiss.

lancelot leans into the kiss and soon deepens it with a slow tilt of his head. it was a lot more passionate than the playful ones you’d exchanged earlier in the day but no less gentle.

pulling away, lancelot peers down at you fondly, his hand slipping from the back of your head to your chin, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. he goes to lean in for another kiss but the sound of footsteps approaching redirects his attention a little bit and upon locking eyes with whoever it was behind you both, his body stiffens.

“…lancelot?” you look up at him worriedly then follow his gaze to see a young girl, probably no older than twelve, standing there, her deep burgundy eyes staring wide at the both of you, almost as if she was in shock.

she’s quite pretty, you note, but find it a bit unusual for a child to be out here of all places, especially with the rapidly setting sun.

“oh, are you lost, dear? where’re your parents?” you ask softly, pulling away from lancelot to crouch down to her level.

she stares at you for a moment and then looks over to lancelot. “who is she?”

lancelot’s jaw clenches and he runs a palm down his face, an annoyed grunt leaving his lips. “did you follow us here, guinevere?”

“who is she, lancelot?” guinevere asks once more, a lot firmer than the first time. her eyes shift back to you, a sudden hostility in their depths which takes you aback and puts your guard up.

“do you know this child, lance?” you stand back up as he tugs you over to his side, placing himself protectively between you and the child.

“it’s… a long story,” he sighs, staring down at the smaller girl with thinly veiled irritation.

“well, i’m all ears,” you cross your arms.

lancelot scratches his nape, his shoulders slouching as he tries to formulate the words in order to not upset you—seriously, where does he even begin to explain this situation?!

with a heavy sigh, he gestures a hand to guinevere. “this… is guinevere, and for some reason, she’s convinced herself that she’s my lover—“

“because i am!” the girl huffs, a frown marring her otherwise soft features.

“okay, okay, so why the hell didn’t you think to tell me about this?”

“i didn’t really know how i was gonna explain it, but i swear i was going to tell you.”

“you still haven’t answered my question lancelot: who is this woman?” guinevere eyes you again, not liking how close you and lancelot seem to be.

“she’s my girlfriend.”

“…your girlfriend?” her tone is flat, clearly displeased with the way you’d been introduced.

“yes, my girlfriend, lover, or however else it’ll take for you to understand that i’m happily taken.”

“y-you..! did… did the kiss we shared mean nothing to you?!” she snaps, taking numerous steps forward until she was standing right in front of lancelot, angry tears welling up in her eyes.

your eyebrows shoot up in surprise and you look to your boyfriend incredulously who in return looks both agitated and irritated.

“the kiss you forced on me, you mean?” he corrects, matter-of-factly. “look, guinevere, i don’t know why you think of me as your lover, and i also couldn’t care less. i have a woman that i love and she’s not you.”

lancelot’s hand trails to your lower back and encircles your hips, his calloused palm grabbing at the plush fat of your hips. “i’d suggest putting this whole fantasy behind you and finding someone your own age. i’m not saying this to be mean or to spite you, but i’m being dead serious when i say that i love this woman with every fibre of my being.”

guinevere’s bottom lip trembles and her words fail her momentarily. she turns swiftly on her heel, muttering something under her breath as she flees, leaving you dumbfounded and lancelot exasperated.

“damn it…” he groans, slumping against you.

you pat his back affectionately. “you did the right thing, lance. it’s important to be stern in situations like that.”

he grumbles something unintelligible against your skin before leaving kisses against the expanse of your neck in remorse. “i’m so sorry you had to deal with that.”

”it’s alright, lance. clearly the situation is a lot more complicated than i thought. tell you what, i’ll finish my things up as quick as i can and we can have a sleepover. and, i’ll even brush your fur if you turn into sin.” you tilt your head back to give him more access to your neck.

he perks up just slightly, nipping the skin gently. “you’ve got yourself a deal, pretty girl.”

[cattivedonne]

The knight traveled the world Fighting evil wherever he go He fought to find his princess (king) The one he would love forevermore.

(Wow corny af poem...but they're a corny bunch)

Time to bring about more content of these two dorks/idiots. (Yes the minute I saw the revamp image done of Chapter 206...it had to be done and adding Mordred there. Two years later, Lancelot and Mordred rejoin with Percy and the others at the Cauldron of Annwfyn to help even the odds against the Four Evils when they were forcefully empowered by the fragment of Chaos. Mordred’s control over the fragment that resided inside her allowed her to weaken them to gain an upper hand against them, except for Beltreipe, which Lancelot had to step in and land the blow, knocking out the Four Evils (or in this case, dragging the Chaos fragment out). And blah blah the same goes as follows with “Arthur” revealing himself, and well the rest is history. :3 I’ll have to draw it out when I can.

Ok so starting off about these two, when they first met (long text ahoy/ please note this is following my AU/Rewrite not Nakaba's so there are changes)

They met roughly 2-3 years ago, before the events of Grudge of Edinburgh at Avalon, when Guinevere and Morgan found Lancelot in the world beyond (LotL/Nimue's realm) and brought him back before Arthur did. He stayed in Avalon for while for Morgan to help him to understand his new power (assuming he must have gotten it from Lady of the Lake/Nimue) and there he met Mordred, at first he kinda kept his distance from her since for some odd reason he couldn't read her heart/mind (this was due to the Chaos fragment inside her that kept it concealed), but soon didn't see her as a threat and eventually opened a little to her.

To Mordred that was the first time she made a friend outside from Avalon who didn't look at her with such distant or in this case with subtle fear (the druids know of her being Arthur's kid but she didn't at the time), for Lancelot while he didn't show it outwardly he did enjoy Mordred's presence at the time given how she respected his space and despite her small stature was able to keep up with him in their training during his stay before he was sent back to Benwick. Though, sadly, due to the protective barrier surrounding Avalon, since Lancelot was not a native of the isle, his memory of meeting Mordred was suppressed. Even when he met her again before arriving Cant he did not recognize her.

While Percival was the first to agree allowing Mordred to join them on their journey to Liones (she went hoping to get help from Meliodas to find her mother Guinevere who went "missing"), Sin (Lancelot) was mostly against it because he was put off with how he somewhat recognizes her but not sure from where, but later came to trust her after seeing how hard she fought together with Percy and the others to keep them safe.

After the reveal that Sin was Lancelot, Mordred was surprised to see him again after a few years had passed, but she didn't bring up their past interaction due to Morgan's warnings that it would cause confusion unless they undo the suppression that allowed them to remember. Which does happen later when Morgan decided he could be trusted to know where Avalon is.

I guess the slow build up starts when they arrived in Liones especially the accidental kiss they had, by totally accidental when they were looking for Percy and they unfortunately bumped into each other without realizing (yes I'm thinking of Okkurun and Momo kiss), to after the battle against Arthur (Cath) in Liones when he retreated when they went on a walk at night reviewing the scene/damage left after the battle against Melagaland and Arthur (Cath). Where Mordred confides in Lancelot about what happened, asking in a hypnotical term if she and Arthur were related, given they both carry the power of Chaos and the similarity in appearance. Lancelot responded by reassuring Mordred that even if they were related she was nothing like him given how long they traveled and fought together wouldn't change his opinion or view of her and assures her that Percy and the others would feel the same. Overwhelmed Mordred broke down feeling relieved to hear that since she feared she would lose a friend because of it.

There are subtle yet unmistakable hints suggested that the two of them would develop feelings for each other through their time spent together and situations causing one another to realize how much they truly matters to each other.

With the reveal of Mordred's origin and royal heritage making her both princess of Cameliard and Camelot respectfully Lancelot would occasionally tease by calling her "Princess Mordred" or "Princess" mostly for shits and giggles which…leaves her extremely embarrassed to be called by that title even though she never really cared for it but hearing it from Lancelot (and others) was a different story.

Lancelot never admit it aloud, but the thought of continuing his journey with her was…invigorating. To him, Mordred was considered cute and spunky given her upbeat personality, be it in a room full of hundreds of people, or a hallway with just them, she would always take his breath away. (Donny would be the first to find out, with him being a shipper on deck)

Mordred, a young druid who was sheltered in the hidden isle away from Britannia (and Camelot/Cath's sight) who knows nothing about the outside world, to be a capable and trusted friend. Lancelot, thrown into a wild land and learning how to survive much too young. But both chose to be brave, to fight a force much bigger than they could have imagined. And for that, Lancelot had nothing but respect and understanding for her, just as he promises to protect Mordred so does she in turn not only for him but also for her new friends.

Their relationship is complex, evolving from a tense dynamic stemming from their differing reactions to tragedy into a close bond to their eventual romance. Ok, that's enough corny shit about these two on this post...expect more, especially...well, meeting the real Arthur and him learning about his only child now in a relationship...more coming in at Channel Slandering Nakaba News.

[cattivedonne]

Like father, like daughter.

I had this finished a month back for my rewrite, especially since this is Mordred's first encounter with her "father," Arthur (Cath). Originally, Mordred was supposed to have Chaos activated (her eyes), but...it looked off. Expect more pages afterwards since the fight against Arthur (Cath) in Liones will be very different than what Nakaba gave.

[cattivedonne]

My bby…you’re real to me…whatever Nakaba’s throwing is a bad fanfic.

[micchi971]

Let's be friends👀💗

[cattivedonne]

There can only be one Guinevere and it ain’t that one.

UwU The real Guinevere right here folks. Same age as Arthur, his WIFE who left his butt when he became…well yknow (and gave birth to his secret heir -smack- and isn’t afraid to beat the crap outta her husband to protect those kiddos), plus she’s actually played a crucial role in NNT and 4KoA (delulu yes)

[cattivedonne]

There is only one Guinevere in this neighborhood folks. 🫵 And at least she ain’t a creep and ain’t afraid of calling out on ol putty tat (Cath)

[strangehellhole]

THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE GALAHAD IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD GRRRR

[gh0stofyesterday]

mmmmmmmm i really liked ellie’s perfect time form and also meliodas crying and being pathetic …that was a nice way to sooth the rest of the chapter for me

alt versions under cut

[strangehellhole]

Umm actually, everything will perish and destroyed eventually, same goes for humans, animals, countries, mountains, lakes, rivers, stars and even gods,…

The destruction of all things is inevitable so you might as well let me destroy everything and be done with it.