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[emioliravioli]

isekai-ed knight from medieval times x regular girl who did NOT sign up for this

[the-sonic-nerd]

A Digital Bond

I know I haven't posted in a while, I get nervous to post on here, so I'ma spam posts now. Yipe!

[strangefard]

(Doodle) No quill?

[roposhipin]

more rough sketches in which i have gained an obsession over studying stained glass windows of the past and excalibur sonic wahooo

[tck-satbkau]

Pondering

[tck-satbkau]

What is ‘’The Cursed King?’’

Ʈᖾɩ⳽ ɩ⳽ ᥲᥒ ⳽ᥲtᑲƙ ᥲᥙ, ⳽ᥱt ɩᥒ ᥲᥒ ᥲꙆtᥱɾᥒᥲtᥱ ʋᥱɾ⳽ɩoᥒ oƒ tᖾᥱ ɠᥲຕᥱ’⳽ ωoɾꙆᑯ.

Here, all of the characters were born into this said world. Starring King Arthur, Sir Lancelot, the knights and more.

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒.

𝑂𝑓 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠.. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠.

Created by @strangefard

Summary:

CW for descriptive imagery of harm near the end

One sunny day, the wind spirits of the east led their dear friend, an adventurer by the name of Arthur, to the kingdom of Camelot. Yet this once bustling trade epicenter seemed ruined, filthy, fallen. After saving a fox from being bullied by a couple of guards, Arthur was whisked away and found himself roped up in a ploy to overthrow the current tyrant who had taken the throne. Unable to say no to those he could help, he accidentally stayed for longer than intended. Two years. During that time he recruited great fighters, and grew fond of the people there. Eventually preparations were complete, and the resistance stormed the castle. It was a daring battle. Though with the help of the blade of Excalibur on their side, Arthur struck the final blow, causing the tyrant to shatter into fine purple mist. Bout in a moment of shock, the adventurer didn’t notice the loud cheers that erupted within the grand hall, or that the resistance’s founder was trying to get his attention. When he finally turned, Arthur learned the truth of his fate.

They wanted him to be their king.

…Plus, it was also technically law.

Arthur relented, unable to abandon this place he’d grown to love, knowing the guilt would follow him no matter where he went if he did.

Sixteen years passed.

Lots happened during that time. He restored Camelot, did many things, met many people, and grew to ignore his invisible chains in favor of those he grew close to. Perhaps too close to one.

One rainy day, Arthur was sorting through a pile of requests for various things, like stalls who wished to join the upcoming festival and an ask for him to attend the squire Galahad’s upcoming test, when he found an odd looking envelope likely stacked in the wrong pile. Upon opening it, he found an urgent letter from a neighboring kingdom, stating that they wished to settle a trade dispute with a one on one duel. Although an odd request, the king reluctantly accepted. He hadn’t sparred in a while, but it was simply a good duel. What could go wrong?

Arthur found himself lying in the dirt.

It was the day of the duel, and they had chosen the location poorly. Too close to a ledge of rocks, and too close was his opponent’s sword to his armored chest. Instead, it had pierced the stone behind him, rattling the wall of boulders. Arthur admitted defeat, as he began to loosen up his armor to remove later. As the sword began to slide out from between the rocks, the sound of stone shuddering against itself came from above. Realization struck like lightning as he tilted his head up to see rocks craning overhead- Ready to fall. Arthur reacted immediately, making a move to grab his opponent and dash away to safety, but.. No gust of wind met him. Instead, all he felt was a blooming pain. The rocks were closing in, but all Arthur could do in the moment was gawk at the blade in his abdomen. He had accidentally ran straight into his opponent’s piercer, which was held out in front of him. It was immediately removed as the other ran from the steadily approaching boulders, and Arthur tried to follow. But his knees felt weak and he felt as if he was sludge underwater, drowning. His vision rocked as the stones fully toppled, and came crashing down.

He wasn’t sure what happened after that. He could only see a blur of black and red, then purple that surrounded his vision. He felt something heavy on his chest. Then movement. He heard a familiar voice. He could smell something salty nearby. He tasted blood.

When he woke up, he was in the infirmary, back in Camelot. His vision swirled with shifts of purple hues. He could make out a shape by his side. The pain in his torso was.. Gone. He wasn’t sure what happened, but his head hurt.

He couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong.

[asksgk]

Merlina, I have met Morgan le Fay.

She is brilliant, radiant, incandescent - all the metaphors for beauty that also suggest being roasted alive, if you understand my meaning...

Little wonder that you despise her so, but I must ask.

When the Lady of the Lake was at her side, pleading for her cause, what made you turn Nimue away?

"Your fascination with prying into my innermost thoughts simultaneously amuses and annoys me." Merlina's tone was clipped, almost pouty. "You believe yourself to know all and observe all, and yet you ask me for my perspective regardless. Omnipresent but not omniscient. A child playing at God by peering in at the works of another. Curious.

"Regardless, you are right to question my choice to turn away Lady Nimue during her time of need. I assume you must know of my previous relationship with the fae maiden. A clever and powerful woman, sharp as a dagger and thrice as deadly, and yet duty bound to protect the land she oversees. I could never bring myself to hate her so long as we live." She finished thumbing through an old tome and laid it down beside her after closing it.

"But even love and respect have its limits. Lady Nimue is not blind to the world; she knows the scourge upon Camelot that her wicked sister, Morgan la Fey, is. The fog surrounding her forest is proof of the depths that whorish wench will sink to further her own agenda. For Lady Nimue to debase herself into becoming an olive branch between Morgan la Fey and I... What other choice did I have? Should I have accepted her help to search for this supposed source of corruption and allowed her to sink her fangs into Camelot once more? Should I have forsaken my duty as the Royal Wizard of Camelot and allowed it to be razed to the ground? Do you wish that I had not turned her away and therefore snuffed out whatever future Camelot had remaining?"

Merlina's breathing became heavy, and strands of her hair had broken free from their styling and settled like wispy bangs before her eyes. She brushed them aside and sighed deeply. "...I believe I have made myself clear, and I do not wish to entertain this question further. Dismissed."

[napstabl00k]

first meetings