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Aww, they all so silly! I love It!

Does Couldysseus have another cloud friends? Except Ganymede? Like a Polities or a Eury? Would Poseidon hate them too?

Sorry, it's just that I had a dream that each of the three had one. Ody with Poseidon, Polities with Hades because Persephone thought he was cute, and Zeus with Eury because he was jealous and wanted one for himself. Then the three of them spent the afternoon together like three parents with their children on a family Sunday.

This is very sweet buuuut i'm not totally agree on canonically cloud-shape everyone. Especially Ody's friends or family! You probably don't know - not you, specifically, friend <3 - but Zeus has already an army of clouds, specifically made for worshipping him while he's laying confy on his couch. Cloudysseus is the only one - and has to be so - made by him that has a completely different job. ANYWAY. Here they are <3 As probably Zeus, being an ass, would made them.

Yeah, the first thing i do when i open a custom character game it's do my favorite characters/new obsession, what so?

@lancedoncrimsonwings @dinogod

Also, I'm bored, so use this post to tag someone to share something about their favourite characters.

Pretty sure Lancelot is the type of boyfriend who would just steal their partner's clothes.

One random day Gawain wakes up and sees Lancelot wearing a colorful shirt and immediately realizes it's his shirt. Lancelot doesn't say anything, and Gawain doesn't say anything because he was trying to suppress his smile cause he think it's cute how his boyfriend steal his clothes.

"New shirt?" Gawain asks, still trying to supress the smile, and falling miserably. Lancelot gives him a glare, but doesn't reply his tease.

"Did you like the smell?" He tries again, giving up on hiding his smile and leaning against the wall.

"Smells like trash." The ash replies. But it was a lie, or pure sarcasm. He loved Gawain's scent and the knight could have an idea of that since his shirt was stolen.

Gawain rolls his eyes and comes closer to Lancelot "Sure It does." The man anwsers, kissing the ash cheek, and then his jaw, and finally his mouth.

@lancedoncrimsonwings i think you deserve to read some casual - which I don't usually post very much.

@dinogod ✨Gays of the round table✨

LMAO You're right It did made me laugh!

Squirrel is especially forbidden from having knives or any blades around. As well as Alcohol. That damn child sure do his name.

This is giving Squirrel Gawain and Lancelot vibes.

Gawain; What have you got there?

Squirrel, having stolen one of Lancelot's five-million-and-three knives; A KNIFE!

Gawain and Lancelot, simultaneously; --NO!

This is not my video, credit to razzimatazzi on TikTok, I absolutely do not have TikTok, my partner sent me this

Tagging @beginning-writer 'cause I think this will make you laugh

I was drawing.

I tried to make the face of Gawain, the green knight from Cursed.

I remember that I don't know how to draw faces and I fail miserably at making his face.

I want to kill myself and burn the drawing for this.

I remember he wears a helmet.

I put the helmet on him instead of having to draw his face and continue drawing as if I wasn't pulling my hair in pure rage just a moment ago.

I'm become happy till happend another incident. (Which hasn't happened yet)

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.

Don't know If this works but, It's worth the shot.

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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.

This is Gawain and Lancelot and no you cannot convince me the contrary.

Disarming a knight

Knights of the Round Table (1953) | More clips at Arthuriana Daily

Hear me out wheel! C: If you don’t know who someone is just look em up and vote based on vibes

It's just two notes for me.

This is THE broken post.

Thanks for the tag @lancedoncrimsonwings, and also i felt so happy and a lil shy to read i was sunlight. That made my day, thank you.

I honestly think you are street light.

Because it lights up the night and is so serene, depending on the color. It's cozy and I have good memories with street light, and it makes you feel at home. That's what I felt when I found this lost little piece of Lancewain in the sea fandom that only ships Nimulot.

And it reminds me of old movies where murders happen in a dark alley and the killer walks under the lights like nothing happened after killing someone. And gay kisses in the rain without an umbrella in England. Everyone knows that these are the best kisses to watch. And that's exactly you.

And @moyavince you're Starlight, If i need to explain myself on this one let me know. I'll gladly explain why to you.

And tagging anyone who sees this

What if Epic the Musical was a spooky video game?

Here's Squirrel/Percival as an actual squirrel!

And there's more, but I'll post the others throughout the week so I don't run out of content.

And tomorrow is Mink Weeping Monk/Lancelot day! @lancedoncrimsonwings

I made another one and added some 'details' in pen. And I thought you might like to see it.

I did some of Squirrel as, well, a squirrel, too. But those are for tomorrow.

And i do not wanna do this same post twice so I'm tagging you again @gwalch-mei

Well ladies and gentleman, i fear everything i have to offer you - for now - is this really simple drawing of silly bear Gawain in his green knight's helmet. But literally.

And here's him whitout the helmet. The picture is linda bad, sorry.

@lancedoncrimsonwings

@gwalch-mei i don't know but my head is telling me you would like this for some reason

Whit pleasure Sir.

So, at first my username was 'vaquinhadecogumelinhos', which was created when I was 11-12 years old. Well, I spent a long time before going back to using tumblr. And yet that name had a reason.

'Vaquinha-de-cogumelinhos' translate to 'LilMushrooms-Calf' and i named my blog like this cause when i was younger, i was OBSESSED with bulls and cows and calfs. And I was innocently wandering around Minecraft with my cousins and one of them drops the information that there is a mushroom cow. Mushrooms were another thing I had a big hyperfocus on for a good few years. I heard this and went looking for a picture or confirmation that it was real, and I came across the wonder of the cows on Minecraft's mushroom island.

I fell in love at first sight.

This was perfect, my two hyperfocuses on one thing. So I decided that I would name any social midia username after those perfections of fictional nature.

It's been a good few years since I stopped using tumblr and I came back in December of last year, and I fell in love with tumblr. But my username was no longer something I identified with, not even my profile picture was something I liked. So I changed everything.

My profile picture and dashboard are now as chaotic and weird as I've accepted myself to be. And I'm happy with that. But my name was another story.

I'm nearly fluent in American English, which is a blessing because it's also mostly in English. But I realized that for a social network that's mostly in English, my username could be as dificult to write as a dinosaur's. So I changed it to something simple, but that would describe me well. I could have put Angry-wild-racoon, but I chose beginning-writer. Cause whoever read it would know right away what half of my blog is about. Write. The other half is reserved for the five-person Cursed fandom and the even smaller fandom that ships Lancewain.

Tagging anyone who sees this!

Tag game🎉

Tag your moots and ask them where they got the idea for their tumblr accounts name!

For my name it was a nickname I was giving back in middleschool! One of our teacher had a system where we worked with 'wifi' eachtime we talked in class we lost a bar of the "wifi" (was a weird joke and we never held count on that) All the kids usually joked if they needed 'wifi' , they would borrow mine if they wanted to talk more. (I was incredibly shy in middle school, I only talked to like 3 people at school;^;)

They called me Ms. Wifi because of that. I just thought it would be funny if I put 'miss' instead of 'ms' because of my terrible actual wifi connection I have at home lol.

That's my story! Now moots, only if you guys want to, tell us your story.

Tags-> @slipping-lately @firequeenofficial @noagskryf @twinklstarrrr @halfbakedspuds @polterwasteist @rokushi-san @mygedagtes +anyone that sees this and wants to do this as well

Well ladies and gentleman, i fear everything i have to offer you - for now - is this really simple drawing of silly bear Gawain in his green knight's helmet. But literally.

And here's him whitout the helmet. The picture is linda bad, sorry.

@lancedoncrimsonwings

@gwalch-mei i don't know but my head is telling me you would like this for some reason

It seems wrong that Bors is only a year younger. But it would be even more wrong if Hector and Bors were the older ones. One time I read a fic with this and I automatically stopped reading the fic, it was too much for me.

In my opinion, Lionel is the oldest, Bors is two or three years younger, Lancelot is either a year younger than Bors or they are the same age, and Hector is a quarter to two years younger than Lancelot. And they're all autistic.

Lionel and Bors only being a year apart in age feels wrong

to those of you who are moving here from tiktok, from someone whos used both tiktok and tumbr for years...

1. DO NOT censor your posts

dont censor sex, abuse, suicide, dont censor it. we dont have censors like tiktok does, you wont be banned for talking about these things and tagging them properly helps people avoid them (also, we dont have shadowbanning here)

2. we dont really have an algorithm

you follow who you follow, and you see posts from who you follow or what you search. the 'for you page' is basically useless here. this also brings me to my next two points

3. dont crosstag

we get it, on tiktok you have to crosstag for reach, but thats not really a thing here. just tag your posts properly (also posters often leave more info about the post in the tags!! and when you reblog stuff you can leave your own notes in the tags, kind of like the old "repost comments" on tiktok)

4. dont expect to go viral/be famous

"viral" isnt really a thing on here (at least not for the average blogger). your posts will probably get 2-10 likes and you wont get nearly as many followers than on tiktok. thats just how tumblr is

5. blocking is your best friend

tiktok is VERY discussion based, and while tumblr is much more discussion based than other social medias, its still not a good place for ragebait/discourse. dont interact, itll make your experience worse in the end, just block and move on

6. you cant go into someone elses house and start rearranging their furniture

this is tumblr, not tiktok. dont diss old tumblr users for how they use the site or try to change them, thats like going into someone elses house and trying to rearrange their furniture. we've been here longer and we're familiar with the site and its culture, either find your niche, adapt, or find a different app

More baby dragon cause, why can't this get out of my head when i alredy wrote it?!?!

Lancelot had been holding the little dragon on his lap for a few hours. The little animal made himself comfortable in his extra warm lap and he didn't have the heart to take him away. In the first few minutes, after the little creature invaded the tent, scaring everyone and making itself comfortable in his lap, Merlin tried to take the dragon off Lancelot's lap and received a hiss in response. And then Nimue did the same, and Morgana the widow of death herself tried, they called Gawain to try, everyone received a fierce hiss and a sharpening of the body that guaranteed the little thing wasn't going off of him anytime soon.

“Why?-” Gawain begins, but before the word is finished. “Don’t you understand that it is not going to leave his lap?” Yeva, who only leaves her space on rare or dangerous occasions, interrupts him. Surprising everyone and making them look at her. She speaks in a stern tone, perhaps a little rude if you listened properly, still giving away her advanced age.

“I didn’t expect younger ones to understand this, but an old man like you, with hundreds of years old, Merlin, should already know.” The elder moonwing enters the place, seeing the little dragon on Lancelot's lap, she approaches. The dragon looks at her with his big curious eyes, still defensive, and Lancelot looks at her as he would look at anyone other than Squirrel , with a neutral and bitterly serious face.

Yeva lifts her eyes from the dragon to look at Lancelot, her one good eye looking into Lancelot's blue eyes and the black marks that painted his face and under eyes. They seemed lighter now, an indication that he was happy, or at least lighter than usual. She hadn't visited Ashman in his entire stay here, despite being curious about him or how he came to end up in these lands.

She quickly understood what happened. The little dragon lost its mother, or lost from its mother. The bodies of these creatures are usually overly warm, and for their young, cozy. Exactly what the baby found in the Ashman, who also had a higher body temperature than that of any human or fey due to the fire coursing through his veins. The animal thought that Lancelot was its mother and the man didn't seem to notice, or if he did, he didn't care.

“You’re the mother.” Yeva said simply.

"I know." Lancelot responds, turning his eyes to the adorable little creature that was biting his finger, trying to show affection.

Nobody in the room understood anything. Except the two of them, and maybe Merlin. “What’s the name?” A thinner, more energetic voice asked out of nowhere. Squirrel had sneaked into the room and startled some with his sudden speech. Lancelot's expression changes when he sees Squirrel, from neutral to slightly affectionate, his face lighter and his marks becoming clearer with the sweet affection that everyone knew he had for the boy.

“NightPearl.” He responds, and the dragon looks at Lancelot, as if recognizing that he has received a name. Squirrel smiles and comes closer, despite Nimue trying to stop him from doing so. This time, the dragon doesn't hiss, it just turns its little head, analyzing its new brother.

Lancelot looks at Yeva for a moment, and they know they'll need to have a talk after everyone goes to sleep and they're alone. Which seems scary when she seems even crazier than him. But nothing that made him want to say no. The dragon still tries to bite his hand, squirming in his lap and making Lancelot smile.

“You’re smiling!” Squirrel points out, his face lit up seeing Lancelot smiling in ‘public’ for the first time and a big smile on his face.

“Yes, I am.”

@lancedoncrimsonwings that was your fault for influencing me with, uh... cute reptiles! That. You infected me with a love for reptiles, it's your fault that Lancelot and dragons can't get out of my head.

Nothing really cool or creative to post, but I also don't want to go days without posting anything, so here's a messy/careless sketch I made today.

It was supposed to be the base of a woman. I'm still learning how to draw women. Breasts are hard to draw when you're used to pecs, okay?

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Can we please ignore the fact i took two days to respond? In my defense I was stuck in a loop listening to Sabrina Carpenter's album, Epic Musical and Chappell Roan. AND finishing my fanfic's first chapter to finally post it on ao3.

Said that, thank you for the tag @lancedoncrimsonwings! This isn't something canon in my lore, it's just a cute bunny plot that came to me when I was learning to draw dragons. 'Cause latins myths, dragons are related to fire, and in my lore, the Ashfolk have bodies with a high body temperature, which can become even hotter depending on their emotions or state of health. Well, enjoy!

There was nothing special that day, it was just the basic, boring even, he dared to say. Lancelot was sitting, putting his shirt back on after finishing his daily check to see if any wounds were infected. Nothing special. Except that the girl examining him this time wasn't Polly, but a freckled red-haired girl who reached his chin. Pym was her name.

The poor girl was so scared that she didn't even speak.

He would lie down as soon as she left, probably just lie down and stare at the ceiling until he dozed off, even though he was sleepless. The redhead was about to walk out the door and Lancelot was about to lie down when they both heard high-pitched screams outside, and through the gap, Lancelot managed to catch a glimpse of something fast and strangely agile running clumsily between the people's feet, and Merlin, Nimue and Morgana trying to catch the thing. The three of them failed.

It didn't take long for the thing to sneak past everyone's feet and reach the tent they were in, and pass through the entire floor scaring every soul in that place out of their bodies. At a glance, the man thinks that what was running was a really large lizard or an iguana. He was almost right.

The monk takes his feet off the floor and Pym climbs onto the table and hides behind him. It seems that the unknown thing scared her more than he did. Unfortunately, none of this stopped the giant lizard from climbing up the table and climbing up Lancelot's leg. Both of them froze. The creature froze on Lancelot's leg, looking into his eyes, and Lancelot froze as soon as he felt the thing crawling up his leg.

The room fell silent. The monk realizes that what has wrapped itself around his leg is actually a baby dragon, and the dragon discovers that the man's body is actually very warm, and they both look eye to eye. Paralyzed.

The dragon had pearly white scales, large curious violet eyes, and sparkling wings. The claws weren't big enough to really hurt yet, but they were like little blunt needles hanging on his leg. It was… cute. As if a piece of the moon had given it life.

The little thing starts moving again, slowly and cautiously. Climbing up Lancelot's leg until he climbed his torso through his shirt. The curious little dragon pulls the collar of Lancelot's shirt and tries to see what's inside, and falls in his shirt. Lancelot let out a snort of laughter and lifted his shirt for the dragon come out of there. That's when Merlin, Nimue and Morgana came in, and found the dragon climbing up the monk's arm and rubbing itself affectionately against him. Purring and rubbing its little head against the curve of the junction of his nose and eye, and Lancelot was… Smiling?!

This was something new, but not unwelcome. Everyone stands still and open-mouthed at the interaction, but no one interferes. The dragon makes itself comfortable in Lancelot's warm, cozy lap, still purring and rubbing against Lancelot's hand.

Lancelot for his part, warms his body a little more to welcome the presence of the little dragon, and continues to smile at the corners of his lips and caress the little animal.

Looks like he won't need to nap today after all.

Poor Hector. While Gareth wants to escape his Scottish family, Hector is... happy? Yeah happy, but has to deal with his crazy/autistic French family.

I think we should have more Hector des Mares. Can we have more Hector des Mares or more of the Du Lac family being a family?

look, a family photo!

Fair enough.

The most beautiful women in the world are mixed race Brazilian women who are slightly shorter than me and have curly afros and pretty light brown skin and round faces with wide cheekbones and wear glasses and-

Yes I'm talking about my partner. But you agree. Reblog.

Having a mother is a case of traumas and laughters.

I came home from school today and was greeted with a delivery of ONE HUNDRED coat hangers. Because according to my mother, me and my siblings have disorganized wardrobes. The problem? We're just three, me and my old bro together don't even count forty shirts.

Now my old lady is trying to figure out something to do with the extra hangers, and my brothers and I have been laughing for fifteen minutes at her confusion and impulsiveness/consumerism.

self-love/self-hate

I love turning on notifications for my favorite blogs. I think it's so cool to get notifications when they reblog or post something new, because it can range from comically big shit to something you have to use the 'i swear I'm a writer' excuse. Or it could just be something very gay or queer-related.

I love seeing what kind of shit people reblog. Like, what's on your for you that can range from sexual jokes to extremely specific facts to heavy gore?

@lancedoncrimsonwings @rabbit-flaying @holy3cake @grail-lifesupport This is about you.

First of all, thanks for the tag @lancedoncrimsonwings! So this is a bunny plot I've been having for a long time, so it's time to put it on paper! But this will need a little context first.

France were considered a Latin country because of its language, nowadays it is no longer, but what does that mean? I looked for old French and the religion before Christianity, and discovered that they have heritage from three peoples: Celtic (Gauls), Germanic (Franks), and Latin (Romans). So that gives me three options for ancient religions for Lancelot: Celtic mythology (which would be the same as Gawain), Germanic/Norse mythology, and Greco-Roman mythology. But let's be honest, I really want to mix 'em and make the ash folk worship Hestia, Vesta in Roman, goddess of primordial and sacred fire; Belive that it's okay to die in battle because he'll go to Valhalla if that happens; And that he should be careful with nature at all costs because this is a manifestation of the gods. Gawain have Celtic mythology as his religion and worships many gods, but most importantly he worships Dune, as with all fey folks, because she is the mother Goddess of Celtic mythology.

Having explained that, what follows may be short and is much lighter than what I usually write.

It took some time for Lancelot to get used to the lack of restrictions of religion, or to the fact that he had no religion at all now. He became bored with everyday life very quickly now that he didn't have the christianity routine to follow. Finding himself sleeping without even being tired during the day quite oftenly, eating without praying first anymore, and willingly not fasting on sundays or doing frequent prayers.

He missed talking to God when he needed to, he never responded, but it was good to talk and let everything out. Deceiving himself that he was listening hurt, but it was also the only time he could let it out and allow himself to feel.

The months passed and they managed to settle in an abandoned place, they called it New Nemos, a very uncreative name for a place with so many heads. He still shared the house with Gawain and Squirrel, but something was out of place. Lancelot felt strange every time he passed through the entrance or the small living room, something had been bothering him since they arrived, and they had only been here for three days.

He felt a dull discomfort throughout his body and in his heart, a tightness in his throat that made him frown. He didn't realize what it was until he sat down to read and try to forget and accommodate, it was only then that something came to him. A smell of smoke, but there was no fire anywhere in the house, he checked- oh… It's only then that his brain ring the bells.

Lancelot was no longer a christian, but before he was forced into christianity, he and his folk worshiped Vesta, the goddess of fire, and it was tradition to light a sacred fire in the hearth whenever they moved or built something new as a symbol of the goddess and her protection. The discomfort he felt and the smell of smoke was Vestia asking him to light the hearth  like he used to do before.

Lancelot goes to the hearth and lights it with fey fire that he made from his own bare hands. "Better now?" He asks, looking at the hearth, and an almost imperceptible smile appears at the corner of his lips, his marks turn bright red, his eyes shine slightly when he sees the fire move and sway upwards, as if it were smiling and talking to him.

Maybe Vesta wanted him back. Maybe he wasn't as alone as he thought. His heart fills and the discomfort disappears, a sigh leaving his nostrils. Perhaps his gods still considered him their child.

I know the lady of the lake doesn't appears a lot, but I consider her a more masculine woman and definitely a lesbian. And I also think that the women/nymphs who live with her and raised Lancelot are more masculine too, not all of them are lesbians or bi/pan, but they have a certain problem with men.

I say this because Lancelot was raised only by women and yet he is the best knight in the world, second only to his son, so he was trained by women too.

I honestly believe that the training for his muscles and sword skills was because the Lady of the Lake was exceptionally amazing with a sword as much as with ver magic. She's the guardian of Excalibur after all, and if I'm not mistaken, in one of the books it says that when Elaine, Lancelot's biological mother, asks where her son was, she's told that 'your son was taken by a mermaid and better queen than those who live.'

She rules alone without the support of any man for centuries and continues to be the best, which sounds to me like it was seen as masculine for the time.

In my perception, she, and the women and nymphs who live with her and helped raise Lancelot, have more muscles than many knights out there, wear more masculine things for the time and would had more body hair since in a kingdom with only women the shame for one's own body would be significantly less.

I always imagined that it was the Lady of the Lake who gave Lancelot his sword and battlefield impressive skills, and that she is a woman with muscles and certain more masculine mannerisms, and with great skills in battle, but which are not used. She would be a queen and a king at the same time and would be the best at it.

And she definitely looks like a lesbian to me. Don't ask me why, but I've always shipped her with Elaine, Lancelot's biological mother, since it's said that she's alive and living as a nun after the fire and her family's death. Or with one of Arthur's sisters simply because it would be funny.

I don't usually draw her, but I wrote a few paragraphs and descriptions of her appearance, I'm just a little embarrassed to post it.

i was thinking this morning about how many depictions i have seen of arthurian female characters are quite feminine. we headcanon many of these characters as girl kissers and of course not all queer women are masculine but there's so little masc rep out there...

so i am wondering what female characters in the arthurian legend yall headcanon as butch/masc?

do you write about them? make art/crafts about them? do you have any face headcanons for them?

please share!