First Of All, Thanks For The Tag @lancedoncrimsonwings! So This Is A Bunny Plot I've Been Having For

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First of all, thanks for the tag!

So, i decided that, yes, i'm going to do the reformatory an definitive arc in my fanfic. So consider this a small peak in what i'm trying to do.

The faces the ashman saw were not unfamiliar to him. From inside his own cell, he could see several souls that he previously knew, but that were now nothing more than bodies cursed with life. Lancelot was tied from head to toe with chains created specially and specifically tailored to his measurements. The piece of metal that wrapped around his neck and was attached to the walls was measured, tight enough to contain him but not tight enough to kill him. His wrists were tied to the floor along with his ankles, chained with the more resistant and thickest metal they had. Their goal was to pin him to the ground, make him vulnerable and less possibility to resist or escape. The poor man felt like a caged fighting dog. In the cell in front of his was a person not yet so disfigured, a face he could still describe as one of the fey paladins he grew up with. Nyx. A star-dust folk, considered to be from the same family as moonwings, coming from the Americas. He looked at him with those big starry eyes as if Lancelot were an abused puppy… Maybe he looked like one now. The boy had beautiful long hair as dark as the night, big eyes with stars and excessively pale skin, his hands and feet were painted like constellations in the sky. He was beautiful, but there was something missing in his appearance. Two days ago, Nyx was dragged out of the cell and taken to a different place upstairs, we thought it was just another dosing session to keep him in line. We couldn't be more wrong.

Within a few minutes we all heard the agonizing sound of Nyx's scream. He didn't went to be dosed, they took him to have the remaining base of his wings ripped off. Without any kind of thing to ease the pain of poor stardust. We heard the agonizing screams and cries for help for hours, every time he begged them to stop and they just wouldn't... He smelled it. The smell of blood, of despair, of the almost death of his childhood friend. And he couldn't do anything. Those who were still allowed to be out, the complete freaks who could no longer be called themselves, like lady Arachne, helped the poor fey as much as they could. The cleanest bandages they had, water, anything that could help him sleep. Nyx was the one who was tortured and almost killed, but he looked at Lancelot as if he were a living corpse, even if the one who had been on the verge of death wasn't him... He would give his life for his if necessary, even if his life wasn't. meant nothing. Devil’s nightmare was messing not only with their head, but with the soul of both of them and everyone there. Since no one would come to his rescue, Lancelot was sure that in a short time he would be a freak like the others...

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WIP LateDay

Idk what day it is anymore but I know it isn't Wednesday whoops.

Danke @holy3cake for the tag

No Pressure tagging @aintgonnatakethis @beginning-writer + OPEN TAG FOR ALL to share a WIP, snippet or idea

Here, have another random snippet for Horizons that I wrote last night at 1:30am. No idea if I'll even include this but for now, enjoy!

Gawain's POV;

Night had long since come when Gawain found himself sat by the fire, watching Lancelot. The man's eyes were open and stairing sightlessly into the boughs above him, sometimes screwing shut whilst he bared his teeth into a snarl. Small movements of his body and the occasional gasp and choked moan betrayed how much he was suffering, clearly utterly unable to rest for the pain.

It had been several hours of this, and Gawain had had enough. He knew Lancelot would never ask for aid, yet he also knew that in this state, the man couldn't stop Gawain helping him either.

Grey eyes dulled from exhaustion followed his movement as Gawain got to his feet and circled round the fire to Lancelot's side.

"I must go and gather some herbs. Theres a willow tree by the river, the bark is good for pain," Gawain explained quickly. "I shan't be long, alright?"

"Are you well?" Lancelot croaked, eying Gawain up and down as if searching for an injury.

"Aye, I--"Gawain began, then chuckled to himself when he saw Lancelot crane his neck towards Squirrel then wince at the movement.

"--the boy is fine, Ashman. You're suffering, let me help you."

Predictably, then came the most unconvincing "I'm fine" Gawain had ever heard in his entire life. Lancelot now looked worse than ever, skin pale against his markings, sweat and blood glinting in the firelight, shaking knuckles clenching around bloodstained fabric.

I've seen dead men that looked healthier than he.

"Uh-huh. Aye, and I'm the King of Mercia" Gawain scoffed, shaking his head at the blatant lie.

"Whatever you say, my Liege…" Lancelot replied immediately, an odd tone to his voice that was only punctuated by the breathy way in which the pain caused him to speak.

Gawain scoffed again, but it was effort to stop himself from laughing. A small part of him he darent give voice to liked the way he'd purred the words a little too much…

"I will be off, now. I told you so you'd know where I had gone." Gawain said. He tried to halt his mind's traitorous musings.

"If you needed… time alone, you only had to… ask"

Gawain was certain he had imagined the wink, that there was no way Lancelot was teasing him like this. Surely not. Gawain managed to hold it together enough to raise an eyebrow in reply, shaking his head, about to come up with what would have been a truly witty retort when Lancelot spoke up again;

"Don't forget to… polish your crown, while you're out there."

And at that Gawain's brain damn near short circuited. There was no mistaking the meaning in his tone, the slight smirk, though ruined only slightly by a pained grimace and half gasp of pain. Did Lancelot truly mean the innuendo in the words, had he really meant to flirt?

"Only if you help." Gawain thought back, eyes widening when he heard a snicker then a groan.

Arawn's cock. Had he… Had he said that aloud?

"Your wish is my command, Sire." Lancelot whispered, almost too quiet to hear. Gawain shook his head, sure now that he must be dreaming. Yes, he must have fallen asleep, or he must be in dire need of it and hearing things.

Or if the Ashman truly was flirting with him, then Lancelot was worse off than he'd imagined and clearly delirious from pain.

Either way. Willow Bark and Feverfew. Yes. They were good things to focus on.

That, and decidedly not the idea of Lancelot…polishing his crown with those too-pale lips of his, made warm and plump by…

Willow-bark and Feverfew, Willow and Feverfew, WillowandFeverfewWillowand--

Gawain repeated the list in his head like a mantra, not once turning to look back as he turned on his heel and swiftly made his way down the hill onto the moors.

She went from no eyes to big, wider, void eyes real quick

She has grown up 🥺🫶✨ @eviltanguyan

May i talk about what i learned today at class? It's aboout some injuries, basic if yoou want to call an ambulance and help them to send who you need to inste of the whole hospital. Also, as a writer, i think this would help some, it's shallow knowlodgement, but when you're new writing small things can help.

This can be quite long so if you don't have the time i sujest you to read it later.

Bones

we have 5-6 tipes of bones. I just learned 5, so here's a small resume:

Flat bones: The head/cranium bones. Long bones: They are exactly as they sound, large in size, like the femur. Small bones: Small and square, like the fingers's bones. Irregular bones: Bones with a strange appearance, such as vertebrae. Elongated bones: Long, but flat and without a central canal. Like the ribs.

For the more technical part, bones are exactly what we think and maybe a little more. But for the most part, they serve to support the body and protect vital organs. Like lungs, brain, heary, and others.

And actually, bones are a tissue. They are a rigid, highly specialized form of connective tissue. Also, they carry minerals like calcium and phosphorus and are responsable for making blood cells like white, red blood cells and platelets.

Our bones naturally have mini cracks, you move, they wear out and they make mini cracks. But they are not harmful.

Curiosity: the older you get, the fewer bones in your cranium you have, because they join together into one. And when you are a baby your bones are not completely formed, like your fingers. A baby's fingers don't have proper bones yet, they develop over time.

Injuries. Fractures and dislocation.

This is basically a summary of the summary.

First, how does a bone break? That's quite simple to anwser.

Remember the lil cracks in our bones? Well, If you do a lot of movement and don't give yourself time to recover, especially if you do sports, the crack tends to get bigger. When this crack gets bigger and you apply too much force, your bone breaks.

But this can happen not where you hit it, but in another place. For example, you apply a lot of force at the beginning of the calf, but the bone breaks in the middle of it. Why? Because the crack was bigger in the middle of the calf.

Now, we have two tipes of broke bones. The open and the closed fracture.

Open fracture: Again, the name is straightforward. An open fracture is when you can see the person's bone after it breaks. The flesh breaks, and the bones comes out. This is a open fracture.

Closed fracture: When someone's bone broke but their flesh didn't. The broken part bends, but you don't see the bone, just a vomule left where it broke.

How to help the person before calling an ambulance, or taking them in the car if the health service is not free.

Exposed: See if arterial blood, which is darker, similar to wine, is coming out. Try to stop the bleeding and make sure the exposed bone is not tearing any other part. Don't let the exposed part move and try to calm the person. Panic causes your heart to speed up and send more blood which causes blood loss and eventual fainting or death from blood loss. Closed: Keep the person in the same position as he fell when the bone was broken, do not move the area or allow the injured person or anyone else to move in that area. Try to calm the person to alleviate the pain and call the ambulance.

When call the ambulance, say what happend. Exposed or not fracture, what the type of bool if theres any, and the area of the body where it's broken.

Joints

The main joints are the patella and labrum. The patella is the knee and the labrum is the shoulder.

There's just one thing you need to know about joints. If it hasn't ruptured, the tendency is for it to always return to its place. "The patella has dislocated" The doctor will put it back in its place without even needing anesthesia, because it hasn't ruptured.

BUT that doesn't mean you're going to move around and try to put it back in place, leave that to the doctor. Call an ambulance or take the person in your car and tell them that he dislocated the connection between this bone and that bone, or as you know it, knee, shoulder, elbow, etc.

Dislocating a bone will never happen in the middle of it, because to dislocate a bone it has to come out of place, and this only happens if the joint comes out of place and takes the bone out of where it is.

Fun fact, Joints not only have the function of moving your body, but also of stopping certain parts where they are. Your foot just doesn't reach your nose because your knee stops it.

Skull and Ribs.

First, the skull. Your entire skull has just one purpose, to protect the head mass and eyes.

Your nose and cheekbones are there to cushion the impact so they don't reach your eyes. If you don't damage your eyes, your nose and cheekbones would probably be broken first.

Your forehead has the same function. It was made like a bumper to cushion the impact before it hits your brain.

If your skull is dented, congratulations, you broke it and you should see a doctor immediately. Call an ambulance and tell them in which part of the head the blow happened and how deep it seems, one, two fingers or more, if it goes beyond five fingers, ask them to hurry, this is a serious injury. And remember, all skull fractures should be closed. if it's not, then you should fly down the hospital.

A crack in the skull, or superficial break, without denting, can be identified by the intense headache.

Now, the ribs. Believe it or not, ribs were meant to be broken. They are the buffer for the lungs and heart.

We have twelve ribs on each side, making a total of twenty-four of them. And they were made to be broken. The problem with breaking your ribs isn't that they're broken, it's that they puncture your organs. In fact, when you do recussitation with your hands, you will probably break your ribs in the process.

Many people also break ribs without knowing it and don't realize it until they feel the discomfort and pain when breathing. But now, in recovery, it's been one to two months without making any effort or moving the area suddenly, and the pain will last ALL the time until the end of recovery. If not, it takes longer to heal. Or - in the worst case scenario - your rib could crack or break again, and puncture your organs.

The question of recognizing a broken rib will depend on the individual, because a broken rib is a fracture closed inwards, targeting organs, such as the skull. It is recognized by the sinking in the chest and the pain when breathing. Again, this happens because the ribs are bumpers, so they will stop the impact to some extent.

Curiosity: Some gymnasts remove their ribs to have more flexibility, or for aesthetic reasons. You can live without them, but your organs are neglected.

Calls to ambulance

Now let's review everything for when we need to call an ambulance.

Open fracture: Stops the bleeding, do not allow the bone to hurt any other part, call the ambulance and tell them where the fracture is and whether it is large or not. Calm the injured person to reduce bleeding.

Closed fracture: Do not allow movement of the broken area and try to keep it exactly as it is. Call the ambulance and tell them where the fracture was.

Dislocation: Do not allow the area to be moved until the ambulance arrives. Call the ambulance, tell them it was a displacement and tell them where it was, if possible tell the name of the joint.

Broken skull: Place the head in a soft but not elevated place. Check whether the skull is dented and in which part, and whether or not the person is conscious. If she is, say this and check if she has a severe headache. Tell everything to the ambulance when calliung it, a broken head is no joke and every detail can be important.

Broken ribs: Don't let the chest be moved until the ambulance arrives, try to see how many ribs were broken without touching them. See if they are deep and if the person is breathing. Call the ambulance and tell them everything, remember if you see the ribs tell them to speed up.

Believe me this helps. If someone desperate calls the ambulance and gives the wrong information or in the wrong way, it could mean a life or more. Yours may have been a crash that caused non-fatal or harmful cuts, and on the other side there may be a worse case that will be left aside because you gave the information desperately and incorrectly.

Paramedics will send you the equivalent of your problem, knowing your problem can save your life and someone else's.

And if you're just a writer, congratulations, now you know the basics of understanding the fractures of your perosages and what to do about them.

Tags (tagging who i feel who'd like this kind of content): @lancedoncrimsonwings @dinogod @holy3cake @rabbit-flaying @moyavince

Me when I come up with an awesome scenario for my Cursed Lancewain fic that combines a FUCKING AWESOME foreshadowing for my planned ending and has major plot points from two separate character's arcs and also happens to bring in two other stories from various Arthurian lore, as well as adding extra lore and shiny things to said planned ending too;

Also me when I remember not only do I have to write all that but none of this will even happen for FUCKING AGES UGH FML;

... 'cause uhhhhhhhh it really may be worth mentioning I'm STILL editing Chapter 2 and uh. I don't even know where this all fits in but it ain't gonna be till Part 7 AND. Well. I may have like 15-25 chapters planned for each Part so far. Whoops.

Going to school again. I hate having to wake up early, but what can I do, right? First class is human rights, so at least I can rest a little in the first one.

I got better. I'm gonna post a new chapter? No. I'm going to do more random scenarios with a head-canon that's not mine.

So found out i was not really sick, i was passing through emotional fever. Which is when you are not physically sick, but when you receive some horrible stimulus - like fear; sadness; anger; anxiety; etc. - excessively, and your brain gets sick. What affects your body and makes you feel symptoms such as fever, headache and etc. I stayed like that for about three days and now i'm better. What am i gonna do? More scenarios whit Tova's head-canon.

Galahad’s pov.

Galahad always knew who his father was, the horrible weeping monk, his mother made sure of making that clear to him, even if he didn't really know why. When he heard that his father was a horrible man, he thought it was because he was an ugly person. It was far from his head about the things his father did.

He didn't know about the atrocities his father committed until two springs ago, when he asked his mother and grandfather to let him spend some time at his house, and his mother went completely crazy. She started saying how bad the idea was and tried to persuade him to stay with her, when she saw that it wasn't working she threw everything she could. Mom was desperate, she seemed possessed by something, and began to scream in tears that he was a horrible man who killed and tortured his own kind and that Galahad should not go to his house, or he would suffer until he left there.

He got terrified and ran to his room to escape his overprotective mother's tears. He couldn't believe it, he thought the horrible man his father was was just because he didn't look good, not that.

Now, two springs later, he was brought into the fey resistance when he lost from his mother, and was living with his father; a boy the same age as him, but much more energetic and who wouldn't shut up, he liked him, the name his was Squirrel, but his father called him Percival when he did something wrong; And another man, older than his father, he is dark-skinned, and with a bit of fat under his big muscles. Galahad thinks he swears excessively and drinks too much, but he is very nice and admirable. His name is Gawain, he is the hero fey, the green knight. But the only green thing about him is his eyes.

It has been three lunar cycles since they all began living under the same roof, and Galahad had taken note of a few things. Squirrel has a very light hand, so I have to keep my things well; Gawain is gluttonous and shows a lot of physical affection towards my father, but they are not lovers; And my father is nothing like i believed.

His father wasn't an ugly man, in fact really pretty, and he looked much more like him than with his mother. He had few tear marks, but Galahad didn't have any either, so it didn't matter much. His hair was still auburn, so he probably wasn't even in his thirties, which meant he became a father at a very young age. His real name was Lancelot, which in their fey mother-language meant “To Protect/Serve” or “Earth’s fire.”

Lancelot did not deny that he committed horrible things against his own kind that he would never forgive himself or expect to be forgiven. Gawain kept saying that if the gods forgive him, he should forgive himself, but that doesn't mean much into Ash culture. The gods are not always right, they make mistakes, like we do.

He learned many things about his father, and things he likes to do with him. Very often people question whether his father is really his father, he doesn't know the conditions under which he was conceived, but he’s sure he is Lancelot's son. They have the same blue eyes, the same golden streaks among the red in their hair, except that his father's hair is darker due to age, the same body type, the same smile. The only things he inherited from his mother were his facial shape and skin tone. But other people didn't know that, so their dialogue most of the time went like this:

“Who’s your parents?” Someone asks

“My father’s Lancelot.” I respond, and the confusion rises in their faces

“... Like… in the weeping monk?” 

“Former weeping monk.” I promptly defend. That wasn't my father's title, so I don't see why people should insist on using it.

“Are you-”

“Yes.”

“But you two-”

“We’re gonna look more alike when I grow.”

“You have-”

“I’m gonna get my marks when my first rituals are done.”

“...”

“Stop questioning it. He is my father.”

“... okay. Sorry.”

They were always the same questions. They didn't even need to go beyond two words for me to know what they were going to say. Sometimes I even joked that no, he wasn't my father and I was just a child that he kidnapped and started taking care of, and then denied it. But it didn't matter what anyone else thought or said, Lancelot is my father. And he had a feeling he was starting to really like it.

His mother didn't have time to braid his hair every night before bed, he didn’t balme her, she was a single mom. His father on the other hand. Today he did a simple braid, the kind that didn't squeeze his head, his hair was always curly in the morning. He might not be the best dad, but he was trying. And now he has a brother! He was noisy, but still, he loved him. He loved his new family in every detail. Well, maybe not the murderous part, but that’s aside.

Ashfolk red-heads are my love now. So sorry, but i'll keep stelling this very often. @lancedoncrimsonwings

CURSED 15 DAY CHALLENGE

Day 4: Favorite Ship→ Pym & the Red Spear

- You try me, healer. And that isn’t hard to do when I can’t find any bloody gold! - Maybe you should try raiding the Red Paladins. - You speak again! - Well, you’ve been stealing from the thrice-robbed. I mean, these towns, they’ve already been sacked by the Red Paladins. If it’s gold you’re after, strike their camps. They’ve got wagons full. - You’re a shit healer. [to the crew] Relay that order! Stay on Beggars’ Coast!