#camelotposting

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lancelot told me the saxons keep killing his horses so i asked how many horses he has and he said he just goes to the shelter and gets a new horse afterwards so i said it sounds like he's just feeding horses to the saxons and then gareth started crying

[snowrassa]

looked up camelot 1967 on ebay......

[ptacku]

ive been practicing drawing..............

it's Them. the Camelot Crew

[ptacku]

i like proxy events (proxy fight! Proxy fuck!! Etc) can you describe a time when such an event happened in anything arthur or Lancelot or both 👀👀

ask me about arthuriana!

LITERALLY GWENEVERE LMAO

probably THE classic example of proxy fuck, GENUINELY. it's most evident in t.h. white's the once and future king, where it's subtext so strong that it's BARELY short of just being text, and in mzb's (may her name be erased) the mists of avalon it actually straight up is just text. i would also argue that the implication exists as far back as chretien de troyes' writings, that motherfucker was NOT subtle, and i DO think he was laughing to himself the whole time about it. "ohohoho, they believe his adoration is for the queen, for their understanding of courtly love is insufficient to grasp my true design!!! ohohoho!!!! malevolent french laughing!!!!!!"

for a lot of the other classic stories (le morte d'arthur, the vulgate/lancelot-grail cycle, etc) they can absolutely have queer readings of them where lancelot's affection/obession/derangement for gwenevere is deferred derangement for arthur, but i don't think those were the intentions of those works at the time. those are modern readings. but i like those modern readings. i think they work! i think they're using the original building blocks of the stories to add more color and texture, and they're an interesting way to read and interpret how the ideal of courtly love clashes against the reality and how human psychology ultimately deconstructs it.

but in the once and future king and the mists of avalon, those are intended readings. in both of those works it's basically spelled out that lancelot is in love with arthur. in the former, he does also have genuine feelings for gwen, but in the latter it's basically all displaced love for arthur. which is insane. he's insane for that. he's insane for a lot of things but especially for that. "can't fuck my best friend so i'll fuck his wife instead and think about him the whole time, resulting in the destruction of everything he has ever worked for in his entire life? this is a plan without flaw nor any possibility of error!!!!!"

everything lancelot touches, he brings to ruin. in pursuit of perfection, he proves that nothing is. except for his son, galahad, who proves that perfection is a terrible thing, indeed.

[ptacku]

i should be asleep but instead i finally wrote something for my lancelot novel for the first time in SEVERAL years and it’s no longer wednesday here but it is still wednesday SOMEWHERE so here’s a fucking wip!!!!! i wrote this in thirty seconds in an absolute frenzy and it needs editing but i don’t care!!! i did it!!!!!! i have crawled out of the slump!!!!!!

“Galahad,” Arthur said, and as he always did when his true name was said, Lancelot listened a little more closely. “I fear you, sometimes.”

Lancelot said nothing, only nodded. That made sense to him.

But it didn’t to Arthur. “Doesn’t that bother you?”

Lancelot looked at him. “Should it?”

“Generally, it bothers one to be feared by his friends.”

“I am sure that, generally, it does.” The knight shrugged. “But I am fearsome. To be feared is natural.”

“I wonder, sometimes,” Arthur said, stepping closer, “if you aren’t really human at all. If you’re a thing wearing human shape.”

For the first time that night, Lancelot met his king’s eyes, met that brilliant blue. “You know that I am,” he said softly.

“That you’re what? Human, or not?”

Lancelot barely breathed the word: “Yes.”

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besides lancelot and galehaut, what knights do you think hans and henry would vibe with, individually? i can see hans as being especially fond of tristan maybe

oh you're so right hans WOULD love tristan............ archer, musician, loves poetry, yeah it all fucking fits. god. of COURSE hans would like the most annoying knight of the round table LMAO

and henry is A Gawain without question

[ptacku]

i finally wrote something for the first time in weeks and got some good feedback on it, AND im feeling pretty proud of it, so here yall go so you know im not dead 😤😤😤

“Lancelot.” He stopped in his tracks. Galehaut, with his voice so deep, often sounded serious without meaning to. This was not one of those times. “There is something I need to tell you.” Slowly, Lancelot turned. “What is it?” Galehaut remained silent, his gaze downcast. Lancelot stepped toward him, taking one of the half-giant’s hands between both of his own. “Gentle heart,” he said softly, “tell me.”

At last, Galehaut looked at him. His broad face, wide and flat and beautiful, was twisted with some great emotion, some fierce anxiety that could not be contained by mere expression. He pulled his hand out of Lancelot’s and turned away, lumbered to a patch of soft grass. “Sit beside me,” he said, the earth rumbling as he lowered himself upon it.

Lancelot did as he was bid. He took his place beside Galehaut, wrapping his arms around his knees, staring at his beloved with open worry. But he said nothing; he knew Galehaut would speak when he was ready.

The wind was soft, delicate. It rustled through the glade, carrying the sounds of evening with it — songbirds, insects, the first hooting of owls and chirping of bats. Dappling through the leaves was light the color of faded gold, growing dimmer with every breath. Soon, the stars would emerge.

Galehaut sighed, his exhale shaking the leaves of nearby trees. “I met a witch, once,” he began, “who told me my fortune. She said I had two paths before me, the first of glory, the second of sorrow. And that I would know when the moment of my choice came.” He paused, took a long, low breath. A few frogs croaked distantly. “The first path, the one of glory, was simple. I would spend my days fighting, and would conquer half the known world — more than Alexander himself. I would die an emperor, battling foes in distant lands. The second path…”

He paused. Lancelot frowned, but did not push him, eyes still on his huge form.

“The second path,” Galehaut repeated, “would come when I met my most beloved. I would love him, the witch told me, and he would love me, but I would die before my time for it. His love would steal my years.”

Now Lancelot stirred. “Galehaut —“

“It’s a load of bollocks,” Galehaut interrupted. “She didn’t know my beloved would be a man, for one.” He rolled his eyes. “And for another, I am a half-giant. So….”

Galehaut bit his lip. Lancelot stood, put his hands on his lover’s shoulders. “So, what?” he asked, felt himself pleading. “What does that mean, Galehaut?”

Galehaut was looking at the ground again. “It means,” he said, and it seemed his voice was trembling, and the earth trembled with it. “My love, my lion,” he whispered, “I already have not many years. No half-giant has ever lived past forty.”

The glade had fallen silent, the contemplative moment when the last of the light shrank from the sky, and the whole world held its breath. “Forty?” Lancelot repeated, the word having suddenly lost all meaning.

Galehaut still wouldn’t look at him. “I am thirty four years old, Lancelot,” he said, “and I can feel my body breaking.”

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Tell me about your favourite thing about the lore of the blorbos-in-law

man it's hard to pick a favorite!!!! there's so much about arthuriana that i love!!!! and there's so much about all of the characters that i love!!!!! and there's so much about my little versions of the characters that i love!!!!!!!!! i just love it all a lot!!!!!!!!!!!

i guess i'll give a little tidbit about galehaut! i think i've only mentioned this in the exclusion zone before. i picture galehaut as someone really interested in natural history and in the natural world. i think he has an appreciation for all flora and fauna, big and especially small. in particular i think he's fascinated by lepidoptera -- moths and butterflies -- and is transfixed by how ephemeral they are, especially by silk moths. silk moths exist for a very short time as moths, because after metamorphosis, they no longer have mouths. their only purpose is to procreate, and then die, either by being eaten by a predator or simply by starving to death. he can't stop thinking about them, about these little doom-driven creatures, whose final shape exists only to leave something behind.