I Made A Post About A Really Small Portion Of The Aromantic Community Who Felt In Love Once In Their

Based on this (but slightly altered)

I hate spanish. Why do i hate spanish? Because I've been cutting crepe paper for three hours to make flowers to decorate the room. I'm not even going to study next year because it's my last year!

'Ah, but it can't get any worse.' Yes, it can.

That Chilean woman who doesn't get good sex whit her husband, (with all due respect to the Chileans.) made everyone come on Saturday, to decorate the room and make FOOD. No, it's not eating or bringing, it's MAKING. In the tiny kitchen at my school/colege. And that food is worth half my grade in her subject!

Anyway, I just wanted to let that go. I won't even use a hashtag so as not to reach anyone.

WIP Wednesday Saturday tag

Damn i completaly forgot to post this thing, school is eating me out alive. Anyways, thank you @lancedoncrimsonwings.

Things went by very quickly, months passed and it was already February. It was still damn winter, but everyone always tried to convince him that it wasn't that bad. And in the midst of the cold, the fey obtained resources and a willpower that Lancelot particularly envied and asked so that they could have a Lupercalia festivity. He remembers the three days of lupercalia where they held feasts for healing and fertility and drank with the fauns. It was also when lovers declared themselves to each other in a way he never forgot.

At the birth of Aphrodite or Venus, Goddess of love and beauty, she is created from sea foam and walked through the sand to find the other Olympians, consequently her symbol is a shell. Centuries ago, it was realized that when sand is exposed to a certain temperature, it crystallizes, and as Ashes have fire in their blood, handling this would not be as difficult just as with other metals.

Every Lupercalia celebration, couples or lovers go to the beaches, light a fire and look for the shell that most reminds them of their partner, and then return to their loved one's side. Then they gathered a handful of sand in their hands with the shell in the middle and heated it until the sand melted into a crystal. They made flowers with the crystal, usually the favorites of their loved ones, each one was unique due to the way it was made and the shell inside it, the shells were exchanged and then they spent the night celebrating and loving each other. On the next day, the previous year's flower was buried in the gardens or temples of goddesses related to love or fertility. They were called love-forges.

Many women appeared pregnant after the celebration. And in fact that's how he gained a younger brother.

When Lancelot was a child, he remembered seeing his father and two mothers making these flowers for each other and exchanging them among themselves, and then they decorated the house with them until the following year, where they buried them in the garden of the goddesses.

Now Lancelot is almost thirty years old and has never made a love-forge for anyone. He thought he would never do it until a jerk with green eyes came into his life last autumn.

Now the monk suddenly finds himself waking up at dawn and voluntarily going out in the cold to go to the nearest beach and walk along the sea coast looking for the shell that most reminded him of his best friend. But how could a single shell remind him of someone like Gawain? It wasn't possible. Gawain would never be someone who could be described in a single, small shell.

After a good few minutes of walking along the coast, Lancelot's eyes fall on something small, bright green that almost immediately reminds him of his best friend, and suspiciously to his stupid heart, desired lover.

A small, flat, chubby shell, with a spiral shape as captivating as his green eyes. Its color was a vibrant light green, the base was greener than its center, which was turning white, the marks caused by the spirals looked golden, and it was so beautiful in the moonlight that it made his heart beat faster. How could something so small remind him of such an important person? The shell did not remembered him any other than Gawain. It was only as perfect as him.

Lancelot takes the shell between his hands and returns to the sand, taking a small handful between his hands. His heart was racing too fast to be considered normal, but at least it kept him warm. He places the small shell in the middle, burying it with more sand and blowing fire several times, melting the sand until it forms a malleable crystal. His hands work to create the petals, round and large, leaving the shell in the middle.

He delicately made each petal, each one held something he liked about his friend, or a moment of them together. The smell of his hair, the captivating eyes holding him as he talks, the hands helping him put his clothes back on when his ribs were broken, the way their lips almost touch when they whisper secrets to each other, the stolen clothes and teasing at breakfast. Everything that reminded him of him as each round petal was placed delicately and slowly on a gardenia, a flower that signified secret love. He finishes the flower as in tradition, a kiss on the petals on the shell.

"What is that?" Suddenly Gawain's voice sounds behind him, scaring him and making him look over his shoulder to where the other man is looking at him. Gods, was he so distracted that he didn't hear or feel Gawain nearby?

“Just a flower. It was a tradition of my people and I wanted to do it now that I, well, came back.” He responds, the heart accelerating the closer Gawain comes, until he sits next to him, but much closer than is friendly permitted.

He turns his face away from the flower to look at Gawain, their lips almost touching for a moment and both men take a few seconds to compose themselves and stop looking at each other's lips. “Does it always end with a kiss like that?” Gawain whispered, sliding his eyes to the crystal gardenia in his friend's hand. "Yes." The other responds without turns.

The green-eyed man extends his hand, touching Lancelot's and holding the gardenia with him, and speeding up both their hearts even more. “May I?” He asks, and Lancelot nods, sure that he's talking about the flower, but is surprised when suddenly his best friend's lips are on his. It's just a peck, a press of lips, but it makes the blue-eyed man's brain stop and it takes a few seconds before he responds to the kiss with a press of lips of his own.

Gawain's lips were as soft as he imagined, and Lancelot knows that his marks are glowing with the amount of happiness and passion he feels in that moment. The kiss seems to last forever, even though it was only a few long seconds. They break the kiss, both looking at each other and again the other man is the first to speak. “We should get back to the tent, before you freeze from lack of heat.” The man nods and they both get up with each other's help, but Lancelot is surprised again when Gawain pulls him to his chest and whispers in his ear. “I’ll cuddle you all night so you don’t get cold.” Lancelot feels his marks glowing brighter, his cheeks heat up and he probably looks like a tomato judging by the way his love laughed triumphantly and walked away, while he stood still for a while before following him back to the camp with the flower in his hands.

That man was still going to give him a heart attack.

Here is the inspiration for the shell and what a gardenia looks like:

This was inspired by me and the person i like showing that we like each other through origami of our favorite flowers. My heart skipped a beat when they said that they have each of the lilies I gave them in a different house. And since Lancelot has no idea how to show love I decided to put this on him too.

Happy valentines day, also late.

At this point I'm just using my tumblr as a personal diary when I have nothing to post.

Playing Uno during school break with friends (this was in the morning, I just didn't remember to post earlier)

Note: Everyone was comfortable with me posting the photo and I am taking it down, so I'm not in the photo.

Made a design for the Lady of the Lake cuz she was a minor character in my fanfic but then got attached to her so here’s a bunch of doodles.

Cursed X Epic musical

Something that makes sense in my head, but it's also too sad and accurate so i want to share with other people.

I was scrolling through my For You on Tik Tok and a video of a song from the Ithaca saga that wasn't released yet appeared. The song was Penelope's reunion with Odysseus, the last song of the whole musical. And then my Lancewain ass beats me with a: "This is totally Lancelot in every way."

Just listen. (Vídeo belongs to @_kodybread on tik tok)

This is clearly a Weeping Monk having a crisis and questioning his worth, and Gawain is there trying to assure him that despite everything he has value and is worthy of being loved, while hugging him with the greatest amount of force he can without hurting him because Lancelot does not have good mental health and despite the problems, physical contact is important to him when he is in crisis.

Lancelot is clearly crying in Gawain's lap, curled up in a shaking ball in his arms and lap, and questioning every little act of affection he and Squirrel show him cause he is an 'bloody and empty monster'. And then he releases the damned excerpt (obviously adapted from the song's lyrics):

"How could you fall in love whit me, again? If you know all i've done. The things i can not change... How could you love all the same? I know that you've been waiting... Waiting for love..."

And Gawain just hugs him tighter and lists all the reasons he loves him, and every reason he fell in love with Lancelot, the infamous Weeping Monk.

My heart is bleeding so it is my duty to make anyone who reads this post bleed too.

@lancedoncrimsonwings

Mandatory 1 year anniversary / #SaveCursed art.

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)

Unfortunately this is a rant because I don't have anyone to turn to when this happens.

My mother is not a crazy woman or often abusive, she's controlling but nothing much futher beyond that, but some times she has crises and it's always with me.

I always keep my bedroom door closed for my own safety, because I don't feel safe enough in my own home to keep it open. This wouldn't be a problem if my mother didn't blow up at me. She often yells and bangs on the door really hard when she's mad at me, and that's a huge problem.

Today she needed my documents to register for something, I listened to her the first few times, but I tried to ignore her so she would go away. She didn't leave. She banged harder on the door and screamed louder, and yelled threats at me. Saying he was going to break down the door and hit me.

I tried to ignore it again, but the screaming and banging were so loud that I cowered in my bed and covered my ears with my hands. I literally shook and cried with fear. I was so scared that I couldn't get out of bed to get the damn documents.

I contacted my friend so that I would have someone with me and know what happened to me if the worst case scenario happened. I really panicked, to the point of wanting to talk to God or the gods, but then I remembered that I didn't worship the gods and that I had angry towards Christian god. Nothing really big, but it's a moral of mine that I shouldn't benefit or contact god or gods only when it suits me. So I felt trapped in my own hole.

At some point I managed to gather enough strength to go to the drawer and get the documents to slip them under the door. It was torture. I was breathing heavily and panting with tears streaming down my face and my body was very weak. I had to crawl all the way to the end to pass the documents. My room is not big, less than ten square meters probably. That's how much fear affected me. Fear of my own mother.

I've stopped shaking and crying, I'm no longer in a state of panic, but my mind is still stuck in a state of alert. Every time I hear footsteps coming from the stairs I freeze, thinking it might be my mother and that I'll be greeted with more screams and threats. My heart is still tight and every movement I hear it leaves me on full alert, especially her voice.

Her voice makes me panic and want to cry again. It doesn't matter if it's directed at me or not.

Do you have any idea what it's like for a person to fear their own mother's voice? The person who should love and protect them, leaves them trembling and cowering, afraid of just her signal. As if the just air she breathed were thorns in your lungs... This is worrying. And what's more worrying is knowing that you don't have anyone in your family or outside to trust to be with you at these times. Because that role should belong to your mother. But she failed to fulfill the minimum of that role.

I wish this was just another whump in disguise, but no, this is a real occurrence of mine.

12/26/2024

FINALLY I HAVE TIME TO ANSWER! Sorry i toke three days to answer, i would have answered you yesterday but now i have school on saturday too 😭

Anyways. Damn right i do, lots of them actually 'cause i think about them having tattoos way more than it's considered normal.

1. The Tattoo Stile

I thought of the water color style (at least i think it's called like that, Please correct me If I'm wrong) and for that i have the only and simple reason of: IT FUCKING LOOKS LIKE FIRE SMOKE.

This is the style (open to better quality image):

It's a really short topic really, but since it's short i'm gonna add the place and the reason why i think it should be there.

1.2 The place and the reason.

I also thought that Lancelot would do a tattoo on his back, and i have a good reason for that one.

Hear me out, Lancelot's back is absolutely destroied, and i'm not exagerating, it is for a fact. His back is full of wip scars, and they all very much irregular and painful to look at, so i belive that he having a tattoo on his back is something as a tentative of making it pretty and less painfull or saying like "I survived, and i turned my scars and pain into something beautyfull again."

And come on, back tattoos are sexy and hot as fuck.

My head canon cause i really wanna talk about it.

So, me and my friend, who i unfortunely have also turned into a lancewain fan and i made him watch cursed so he could understand me, created a au where Lancelot's folk came from actual dragons.

In this au the ash folk have horns, wings and a tail, but Lancelot doesn't have these 'cause the red paladins cut it all out to make him look more human. Since i created it i thought "dragon tattoo on the back, dragon tattoo on the back, dragon tattoo on the back" (i promise to turn this into another fic when i finish the first one)

The design is basicaly this:

Your headcanons

Well, enough with my stories, let's talk on yours. Here i have three ideas but i didn't found my inspiration design online so i have to actually drawn them. It will take a while, so i'm just doing another post later.

I remember two very specifc things about your Lancelot.

Snakes

He's favourite season is autumn

i didn't found the fire or autumn inspiration desing, so i'll post them later, when i jave them drawned down, but i did fund the snake ones! I didn't found one good enough to his back tough (i mean i did found ONE good enough), but that's alright, let's just use his thights.

I mean, damn man he have some really good thights! Plus we need more man with tattos in "womanly" places.

There's also in some other places, and yes they all black, why? Cause he's an Ashman. Black and red are his colors. Blue to, but that's for the fire tattoo.

Well, even it i can't find the design i wanted, i still gonna explain it to you.

1.2 fey fire

I did thought about a fey fire tattoo, like, uh do i explain it... in my vision, it's still the watercolor stile, but blue and green water. It'd start on his fingers and go all way up to half of his forearm.

There's the back and hip saxy version where it beings on his back (same colors) and spread along it to his shoulder blades and then down his hips, plus, it could also come to his nape and collar bone. It'd make his back look like the scars are just on fire and give him a damn sexy look.

1.3 Autumn leaves

This actually is nothing that big, but i thought, this is a Lancelot and Gawain tatto, and they propably act like two idiots in love. Lancelot is a romantic man, maybe he would do it.

I don't remeber the name of the plants that apear in the skyfolk cheeks, but you know what i am talking about.

The Autumn leaves tattoo is basically this plant faling down Lancelot's shoulders and back, and chest if you want to.

I think that's it all, sorry for leaving you waiting Tavo, i would have loved answering this earlier, BUT CELLPHONES ARE BANNED FROM SCHOOLS IN MY COUNTRY. Sorry I'm still mad at this stupid new law.

@lancedoncrimsonwings

Kinda wanna write a "Lancelot and Gawain get a tattoo" thing. And of course I wanna draw the designs they'd get.

But now I need to actually decide what they'd get. I feel like Gawain's would be a stag in a linework heavy intricate Celtic knotwork inspired design...

What the heck would Lancelot's be?!

@beginning-writer I feel like you'll have ideas halp