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a private + selective LANCELOT DU LAC of ARTHURIAN LEGEND, inspiration taken from a variety of sources ... ( by kait, twenty - five, any pronouns )
¹⁸‧ malory's lancelot is : human. he firmly believes that for him it is a choice between god and guenever, and he takes guenever. he says: this is wrong and against my will but i can't help it
was going to try and write tonight but then i became sick (?) so now i guess i'm not going to do that
happy pride month specifically to the gay children who visit my museum
wild desire to create a new blog even though i never write on here
thinking about "his word was valuable to him not only because he was good, but also because he was bad. it is the bad people who need to have principles to restrain them. for one thing, he liked to hurt people. it was for the strange reason that he was cruel, that the poor fellow never killed a man who asked for mercy, or committed a cruel action which he could have prevented."
his world is little more than four walls and a sliver of sun, the faintest hint of morning light that creeps in over the grime - soaked floor. he pays it no mind, fixated instead on the mindless thumping of fist against stone, the rhythmic beat of his heart made flesh ... it has been three days, or perhaps a thousand, he does not know for sure. he lives in the narrow scope of a moment, in every breath, in every beat of his fist, focused wholly on the hope that he might find himself free once more.
but now, something new: the screech of hinges, the scape of wood — he blinks, he stills, and, after a moment, he speaks, his voice as flat as still water, "you shall set me free or i shall rise and rip you limb from limb." / @stelegy
like this for a tiny little short starter
YOU MOW DOWN MEN LIKE ELDER - STEMS, and you leave women sighing for one last sight of you; but they do you wrong ... you are a man of mist, and have no shadow. god save you, lancelot! if i laugh at you, i laugh in envy and admiration.
private + selective LANCELOT DU LAC from arthurian legend, with inspiration taken from a variety of sources ... as adapted by kait ( 21 +, any pronouns ! ) est. 2023
thinking about "he loved arthur and he loved guenever and he hated himself. the best knight of the world: everybody envied the self-esteem which must surely be his. but lancelot never believed he was good or nice. under the grotesque, magnificent shell with a face like quasimodo's, there was shame and self-loathing which had been planted there when he was tiny, by something which it is now too late to trace. it is so fatally easy to make young children believe that they are horrible."
' 𝔏inger a moment longer here with me, lancelot. ' she seems almost timid in the way she asks. the ride had been hard, the forestry no denser than it had been at the start of their journey, some time ago. the body aches, despite the cushioning of a saddle most kingly. it would be some time, she'd imagine, before they came across another spring. turstin says as much. ' men are not meant to be astride a beast quite so. we can afford the respite, hm? '
@joyuex
all feather and thistledown, he drifts on the wind of her whim - laden breath — thrown aloft by the slight uptick of her tone, only to be drawn down again by the spoken sense of her words. with the barest hint of a sigh, he drags himself to earth, settling his body amongst bracken and branch even as his gaze is drawn someplace else: seeking now, as it always does, the soft light that sings of her and her and her again. "we can afford it." less an affirmation than a repetition, a surrender to her holier will. "we could afford a swim, too, if you would have it?"
@archaeval asked: Jane puts a daisy crown on the boy's head, careful not to muss his hair. "This one's yours!" she says, smiling brightly.
there is a strange sort of stillness about him, a solemnity that belies his newly - garbed raiment. king - crowned, he is, lordly in his jewels of stamen and stem — carrying this child's fancy with all his lady mother's grace, as if this domain ( and all others besides ) were formed for little more than his enjoyment. with sure and steady hands, he settles his adornment, affixing it in place with one tangle of red - gold hair. that done, he stands, he straightens, and, at last, he smiles; a ripple across water, foreign upon his fae - sullen face. "every morning in the lake, i awaken to a crown of roses beside my bed. here, i awaken with nothing. tonight, i shall sleep with this beside my pillow, and perhaps tomorrow it will remain. you ought to do the same."
@joyuex sought out the queen during christmastide...
" i would be mindful of archways, sir lancelot. " draped in evergreen velvet and holly leaves, guinevere is a joyous figure of christmas spirit, her green eyes especially bright, her copper hair especially red, against the clothes. " mistletoe is about, and i know several maidens who would seek to trap you beneath one. "
silver samite and white silk, he strikes a pallid figure in the face of his emerald queen — yet, there is something glorious in the glowing depths of his eyes, and something brighter still in the smile he slides her way, playful as a ripple across still water. ❛❛ thank you for the warning, my queen. ❜❜ his hands rise, just so, to tug at the corner of her sleeve, once, and then again, his eyes casting off towards some long - forgotten passage ... a warning, or, perhaps, an invitation. ❛❛ there is only one lady i would catch beneath the mistletoe tonight. ❜❜
the white prophet claimed that he had seen not just the future, but many possible futures, and most of them were dreadfully similar. but in a very few cases, there was a shining difference, and that difference lead to a realm of new possibilities!
MOTLEYD ⋆˚࿔ a private & independent roleplay blog for THE FOOL, from robin hobb's REALM OF THE ELDERLINGS, [ ... ] written by kait ( twenty - five, any pronouns ) ... est 2025 !
arthur & lancelot skinny dipping in the lake when.
a new world flows over and through him; sense - built wonder, caught between the quiet warmth of recognition and that ever - brilliant thrill of discovery. he is a man swallowed head - whole, though he stands sunk on dry land, consumed by something stronger than water ... lost in that omnipresent glow of gold and gold and gold again. they watch him, those eyes, with a gaze that strikes soul - deep. arthur's eyes are a knife — no, a surgeon's tool, cutting through rot and ruin with undue gentility, creating something clean and new from this form of mud and clay. yet, there is no cutting edge in their sudden flash, and no edge either in the bright and laughing call that echoes over water and wash alike, cheerful as the chiming of bells: i thought we were to swim? come now, and join me!
his hands hasten to obey — fingers slipping through linen and silk until he stays bared in body as well as soul: wrapped in little more than original sin. suddenly ashamed, he moves to cover himself, though his hands stop mid - motion, every muscle taught as he instead steels himself and presses forwards: motion without mind, barely daring to breathe until he stands waist - deep in lukewarm water, mere inches from arthur's outstretched hand. it is only then that he pauses: watching, waiting, and finally reaching outwards himself, their fingers meeting with little more than the ghost of a touch.
❛❛ you swim well. ❜❜ senseless, useless speech. dust on his tongue, bile in his throat. he swallows, once and then again, searching for words that will forever lie just out of reach. ❛❛ but — ❜❜ another pause. then, minnow - quick, his hand darts out to take hold of arthur's wrist, casting him beneath with water with one effortless tug. ❛❛ but you should have better balance ... are you not a knight? ❜❜
&. 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( dialogue prompts taken from nosferatu (2024), directed by robert eggers. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )
❛ come to me. ❜
❛ a guardian angel. a spirit of comfort. spirit of any celestial sphere. anything. hear my call. ❜
❛ you wakened me from an eternity of darkness. ❜
❛ you are not for the living. you are not for human kind. ❜
❛ and shall you be one with me ever-eternally? ❜
❛ come here. there’s nothing to be afraid of. ❜
❛ i wish i could stay, my love. ❜
❛ why have you killed these beautiful flowers? ❜
❛ i must tell you my dream. ❜
❛ i’d never been so happy as that moment… as i held hands with death. ❜
❛ i wish you to have all you deserve. ❜
❛ you mustn’t leave. i love you too much. ❜
❛ i will stay with you until you are fast asleep. ❜
❛ uh, forgive me. i only wish to stay one night. ❜
❛ by god’s name, never speak of that castle. ❜
❛ i banish you, i banish you with garlic. ❜
❛ beware of his shadow. ❜
❛ the shadow covers you in a nightmare. ❜
❛ you are late. the midnight hour has passed. ❜
❛ i wish you to do as i request. ❜
❛ i will be addressed as the honor of my blood demands it.❜
❛ speak not of it again! ❜
❛ take heed what you do. ❜
❛ i might ease your wound. ❜
❛ come by the fire. ❜
❛ your face shows you unwell. ❜
❛ do you ever feel at times as if you were not… as if you were not a person? ❜
❛ look at the sky. look at the sea. does it never call to you, urge you? ❜
❛ you are fortunate in your love. ❜
❛ now are we neighbors. ❜
❛ it is late. you must wish to retire. ❜
❛ i have been enduring the most irregular dreams. i fear i am taken ill. ❜
❛ it is a black omen to journey in poor health. you will remain and well rest yourself. ❜
❛ dream of me. only me. ❜
❛ oh, he’s coming to me. ❜
❛ i cannot resist you, my love. ❜
❛ i am no one. i am his servant. ❜
❛ look, this is a pretty one. his lordship likes the pretty ones… ❜
❛ you are lost in his shadow. ❜
❛ soon i will no longer be a shadow to you. ❜
❛ soon our flesh shall embrace and we shall be as one. ❜
❛ i have not failed your lordship! ❜
❛ embrace me, my boy. i am so rejoiced to see you. ❜
❛ my dear creature, yes, i am he, and i am hither come to help you. ❜
❛ my dreams grow darker. ❜
❛ does evil come from within us or from beyond? ❜
❛ i shall persist to join you every night… first in sleep, then in your arms. ❜
❛ everything will be mixed with abomination, and you’ll be knee-deep in blood. ❜
❛ you are promised to me! ❜
❛ i will end this plague. this devil. ❜
❛ he hasn’t found you. ❜
❛ i feared i’d never see you again. ❜
❛ you shall crave of me nothing. ❜
❛ the bells of dawn shall toll in despair of my coming. and i shall taste of you. ❜
❛ pray, forgive me for all the troubles i have caused you. ❜
❛ i am only glad you have become yourself again. ❜
❛ may i… stay with you tonight? ❜
❛ this creature is a force more powerful than evil. it is death itself. ❜
❛ i have seen things in this world that would’ve made isaac newton crawl back into his mother’s womb. ❜
❛ i have wrestled with the devil as jacob wrestled the angel in peniel. ❜
❛ if we are to tame darkness, we must first face that it exists. ❜
❛ i have felt you crawling like a serpent in my body. ❜
❛ love is inferior to you. ❜
❛ i told you, you are not of humankind. ❜
❛ i am an appetite. nothing more. ❜
❛ i lay within the darkest pit. till you did wake me, enchantress, and stirred me from my grave. ❜
❛ you are my affliction. ❜
❛ i care nothing of your afflictions. ❜
❛ yet even now we are fated. ❜
❛ your passion is bound to me. ❜
❛ you cannot love. ❜
❛ yet i cannot be sated without you. ❜
❛ remember how once we were? ❜
❛ i abhor you. ❜
❛ i will leave you three nights. tonight was the first. ❜
❛ tonight you denied yourself, and thereby, you suffer me to vanish up the lives of those you love. ❜
❛ you revel in my torture. ❜
❛ upon the third night, you will submit, or he you call your husband shall perish by my hand. ❜
❛ till you bid me come shall you watch the world become as naught. ❜
❛ tell me, what is this insufferable darkness? ❜
❛ nothing you can say will shake me, for there is a devil in this world, and i have met him. ❜
❛ i’ve brought this evil upon us. ❜
❛ i sought company. i sought… tenderness, and i called out. ❜
❛ at first, it was sweet. i had never known such bliss. yet it turned to torture. ❜
❛ it was you that gave me the courage to be free of my shame. ❜
❛ he took me as his lover then, and now he has come back. ❜
❛ all my sleeping thoughts are of him every night. ❜
❛ don’t touch me! i am not to be touched. ❜
❛ i’ll be good. i promise. ❜
❛ you could never please me as he could. ❜
❛ yes! take me! ❜
❛ kiss me. kiss my heart. ❜
❛ let him see. let him see our love. ❜
❛ without you, i will become a demon. ❜
❛ you’re safe with me. ❜
❛ keep away from me. i am unclean. ❜
❛ he will murder you if i do not go to him. ❜
❛ kill him i will. he shall never harm you again. ❜
❛ i can weep no longer, for i have no more tears to shed. ❜
❛ the grim reaper wields his heavy scythe with every change of wind. ❜
❛ the monster left you to the wolves, yet you prevailed. ❜
❛ his pull to me is so powerful, so terrible, yet my spirit cannot be evil as his. ❜
❛ we must know evil to be able to destroy it. ❜
❛ you are our salvation. ❜
❛ i bid you, come to me. ❜
❛ your oath re-pledged. so too shall be our flesh. you are mine. ❜
"Hey! Ow!" Henry is an ant. In every way, Henry's but a smear of color -- grey, no less -- to whatever lofty, fearsome shade rests frothing in Lancelot. Oh, he's poorer than he is, all know it, in all of his groschen, blood, and in his turpentined nightmares that find him in sleep. Here, the princeling grabs at his hand, something devilishly scathing hardening his jawline, but they've this like shackles shared tight between them: that same awful lot in games of fate. Henry grunts. And in witlessness, too. Lancelot, at his worst, can crush Hal to heel.
Maybe that's the thought that brings him reeling.
"Do prdele, what's gotten into you?" In an instant, Lancelot pulls away. The pain blooms. The air in the smithy trembles thick and scorching. Hal wraps his great hand about his fingers before encouraging some feeling to return to their heft. At times, he had gleaned this in Lancelot, that inhuman reckoning to crush men to a pittance. He'd never stoked it himself, that blistering anger like half a devil, but to see him go and rein it in? Henry vibrates. A bit. Boyish, young, he oscillates between bruised and grateful. "Why are you like this? The graceful and gentle lord you are again, are you? I'm not standing here in front of you like some subject to pass a few words to to go and appease the rabble. You've thoughts! Say them! Don't think I don't notice you practically trembling with it." What? What makes Henry think he can simply - demand that all, the bearing of hearts and all such things? He doesn't even realize his gargantuan, monstrous ask. He's Hal. Just a big ol' heart and reckless courage.
❛❛ i would like to be on my way. ❜❜ simple as they are, the worlds roll through him like a summer flood — clay - formed, the stern lines of his body sink and fall into some softer thing. his head lolls, those sparking eyes falling with it with it, until his head rolls to a rest against his chest. his body moves over and into itself — stacked as a child might a set of bricks: head and shoulders and heart - heavy chest, an arching line from head to hill, still save for the tangle and tug of fingers at the hem of his well - made tunic. a predator still, perhaps, but one tamed for a time. he reaches once more, taking henry's injured hand into his solid grip and turning it 'round. his fingers run over bumps and bruises, his touch resting on each well - formed callous.
he sighs once, heavy and hard, any last dregs of rage falling from him with that simple sound ... his eyes raise, and for a moment he stands as neither beast nor brave sir knight, but only as a man — strange and solemn in the soft light of dawn. ❛❛ there is much to do today, and little time. that is my only thought, truly. any anger i felt was little more than a flicker, i am sorry that it burned you. ❜❜
Mark Laver, "I'm gonna shine out in the wild silence" / "Everything looks beautiful, when you're young and pretty" / "I may never be unhappy again"
