Fair Enough.

I can't decide on a favorite, I love the Vulgate circle, it has so much violence that it's almost comical, but I also love Diu Crone and the latin circles too. I simply can't decide which one is my favorite among all the circles.

I don't want to and I won't choose. They are all my favorites 😌

found this at a second-hand/culture store and absolutely lost it

How extra am I?

Well I got bored at work so I decided to use a UK map to plot out locations from Cursed based off what little of their maps we do see so I could do reasonable travel distances and scenery etc...

(I then found a whole host of continuity errors in terms of distance and their maps are wildly inaccurate as per the time period BUT what I've done at least works for the most part)

Here Dewdenn is likely at the base of the River Severn, so a touch North of where I placed it, because I decided Yvoire Abbey needed to be right by the river (since Nimue boated out) and Hawksbridge should be at a port, yet the journey needs to be feasible in a day, whilst Gramaire and the Encampments needed a forest, open plains, and to be near enough to Hawksbridge and Dewdenn as travel between would take no more than 1-2 days)

(Red line at the bottom of that pic = 20 miles)

Sooo Dewdenn is now a little further South 20 miles from Gramaire and Yvoire Abbey, and Hawksbridge is 15 miles or so from Yvoire Abbey (wanted it to be closer but alas)

The Minotaur Mountains are now the Pennines, as it's the only ridge of mountains across the center that really works, and Nemos is in the base of the Pennines in Sherwood Forest, whilst Moycraig- the last farm supplying Nemos- is 5ish miles outside Sherwood Forest.

Beggar's Coast was definitely filmed on the south coast, and makes sense for a nickname for the English Channel, so I chose the closest viable point for the battlesite at the end of Cursed/King Uther's ships. It would have taken at least 2 days to get there from Gramaire, but both the book and series are loose on how long it actually took, soooo this will have to do.

Since the Paladins were "from the south", needed easy access to the English Channel to be able to travel to Rome (Likely via France), and Dorset was featured so heavily on their map, I've chosen that as their "main" base, though I plan to add Red Paladin Encampments, Human towns and cities and Fey Villages throughout.

Now to add their journey by Chapter because I am a fucking ass who can't visualise and needs to be able to see it to make sense of it!

If you read all this, you're a legend- or very bored. Or both. (Probably both after this)

Horizons to Battlegrounds

(Chapter 1) (Masterlist)

how to fight writer’s block like it personally insulted your best friend

Writer’s block isn’t a myth. It’s real. It’s rude. And it shows up exactly when you don’t want it to—like an ex at your book launch. Here’s how to yeet it into the void:

1. stop trying to write “good”

Seriously. Lower the bar. Bury the bar. Let the bar rot in the forest. Write badly on purpose. Be cringe. Be free. You can’t fix a blank page, but you can edit a disaster.

2. change the medium

Tired: typing in the same doc for hours. Wired: scribbling in a notebook like a Victorian ghost. Inspired: recording a voice memo like a sleep-deprived cryptid explaining your plot to future you.

3. skip the part that’s blocking you

Stuck on Chapter 5? Write Chapter 9. Write the ending. Write that one scene with the knife and the rain and the betrayal. You can stitch it all together later like Frankenstein’s monster.

4. give your brain new input

Go outside. Touch grass. Watch a movie. Read a book not in your genre. Eavesdrop at a coffee shop. Ideas in = ideas out.

5. bribe yourself

“Write 100 words and you get a cookie.” “Finish this scene and you can scroll Pinterest for aesthetics.” Become your own treat-dispensing machine.

6. embrace ✨trash drafts✨

Your first draft is not the final product. It’s the mess you make before the magic. Let it be wild. Let it be ugly. Let it live.

7. stop declaring war on your creativity

Sometimes writer’s block is just burnout in a trench coat. Maybe what you need isn’t to write harder—it’s to rest, to dream, to let the well refill.

tl;dr: writer’s block can’t survive if you trick it into thinking you're just vibing. So vibe. Write weird stuff. Take breaks. Make art like no one’s watching (because no one is yet).

You’ve got this.

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

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

Finally some good photos!

He looks like he doesn't to know what to do with his arms. He's like 63% tired and 37% angry. I love this man. Still pissed off abt the lack of pics, but i love him ❤️

Reblogging so I know where to look when I'm out of reference photos. Again. Which will be pretty soon.

Look for a full body photo of Matt Stokoe where you can ACTUALLY get a reference to draw, is equivalent to successfully reach the grail with zero sins being an Orkey.

This means that is basically impossible.

Belive me i tried. And It was a nightmare. I wanted to die and not have to draw anymore.

So i know in my last post i said i would do another post talking about the cultural dance i chosed to the sky folk, but my adhd just decided i would have an hypercriative time by: Having to post this; do a drawing face test of the weeping monk and one of my original character; rewrite my lancewain chapter; and study for my finals week, this week, and specially for math on monday (in that case today cause i'm posting this at past midnight) and biology. I probably gonna take a bit of time doing all of this, but i promise the Sky folk dance is coming soon.

Losing my Religion

So, I kinda repeated myself and did the same thing I did with the Mute from Pilgrimage and painted this boy with symbolic flowers, too.

OH MY GOD @lancedoncrimsonwings! YOU PLANNING GIVING ME A HEART ATTACK?!

Ugh, i hate i can't do more than Just like when I'm in my classes, cause damn i wanted to coment or reblog, but i couldn't cause i was in class! Anyways. I loved every single detail on this! It's absolutely perfect! And the clothes e paint detail? Briliant!

This remind me i actually have a dance head-canon for the Sky folk that i actually did write, Just like the Ash folk one i did a good time ago, i Just forgot to post It.

I can post It and tag you If you want tough.

And sweetie you're doing an amazing job, I'm loving to read anything you write. At this point i feel like a starved man who was gifted with a feast.

My pencil is blunt and I can find neither a sharpener nor an eraser but sketching some attire for Lancelot!

I had the idea that Lancelot would be given one of Gawain's old Aketons but that he'd be unlikely to give up the cloak and sword belt. I decided that he would wear a pair of bracers like these I used to make;

But potentially in black and grey, black and red, or maybe even black and green...

And that he'd start wearing a fabric sash at his waist under his belt scabbard when with the Fey, partially to protect still healing wounds from the weight of the swordbelt, partially to be more Fey in his attire, perhaps something like this, from the Witcher 3;

Initially I thought the sash could just be grey, but now I think it will be in the old colours of his Ashfolk clan to remember them!

... now to decide what those colours actually are. Maybe red or orange and grey...? (Like fire/burning/ash)