This Is The Result Of A Person Who Loves Cursed And Sabrina Carpenter. I Couldn't Resist, This Was Totally

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.

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.

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Thank you for the tag @holy3cake! And I'm tagging @dinogod @warlocklawyer666 and @the-tav3rn-0wner

Crush:

Okay first my crush, as an aromantic kid I didn't really have a crush until I was a bit older because I honestly didn't understand how someone could like someone just because of their appearance and in like three episodes, but when It hit me, oh boy, It hit hard. And like a good queer kid, my first two crushes were women.

The first was Marceline and specifically her in that scene where she sings "I'm just your problem" to Princess Bubblegum in that huge hat and with the most country and gay clothes at the same time that I have ever seen in my life. And the second is Amalia from Deus salve o Rei (Good save the King), which is a national novel and I honestly don't think it needs any explanation.

(left is Marceline and right is Amalia)

First fic:

Now my first fic was what got me, because I thought I didn't have it anymore. I was a child, and I say child because I wrote it when I was 12 and didn't even know how to write yet, I was really insecure and my chronic anxiety didn't help me. I was ashamed of being the Freak fanfic, which I proudly admit today, and I deleted it from Ao3. BUT INCREDIBLY I STILL HAD IT IN MY LANGUAGE ON WATTPAD!

This is the fic. Yes it was a Lancewain one, and yes I've been obsessed with them for years. Yes this will continue for more years.

Translation of titles:

Name: For Love

First chapter: Not so friendly, but a start.

Second chapter: The knight says "hi" to life again.

Third chapter: Sweet melody

First time meeting a character:

The first character that made me discover that characters were not fixed but rather actors was actualy a voice actor. Who is Guilherme Briggs, he did Cosmo from the Fairly OddParents and the stepmother's otter, Otto, in Barbie Rapunzel. To be honest, he does everything iconic characters i know, he did the English dub of Death in Puss in Boots 2 and now he's going to do the Portuguese dubbing of Stolas in Helluva Boss.

First ship:

Monica and Cebolinha from Monica's Gang. But after I grew up I realized how problematic their relationship is in Monica's Gang Young.

Anyway, it was good to relive my origins!

THROWBACK THURSDAY!!

Rules: In true throwback fashion, share one of your first crushes, first fics (or artwork if you prefer!), first time you met a character and first ship (you can go as far back as you like, or even as little as a month back!)

Hi everyone! For throwback thursday, I wanted to do a silly little game based on past preferences! And also to spread fanfiction love, let's revive some love for older fics <3. Enjoy :D xx

First Crush/Crushes:

Okay so for the crushes, I picked a daddy and maybe also a daddy? I mean I had a crush on Josh Hutcherson since I was 12 (Bridge to Terabithia was that awkward teen phase) but it helps since he aged as I did lmao. And Bill Hader? Well. I can't explain that one. I loved him so much at Uni that someone actually got me a shirt with his face on it. No notes.

First Fic (I should note, this doesn't have to be one of your first EVER fics. Just an old one that you like!):

Okay so this is the first and only threesome I've ever written. It's actually not as hideous as I remember, but it was an absolute hoot writing it. And Saw always stays in my heart as a fandom <3. If you're interested in reading, here you go ----> Request Granted :)

First time you met a character:

I chose both Harry's here, heheheeh! So I don't watch HOTD, but every time I see Harry Collett posted i'm like "BUT HE WAS A TINY LITTLE BABY IN CASUALTY!" Casualty is a British Medical Drama, and it has many of these actors in (Not to mention that Harry Collett dated baby Alicent in that too, but let's forget that hahaha). And I wasn't aware that I was seeing baby Harry Gilby either in casualty, but there he is! He danced with a boy shortly after that cap, it was adorable.

First Ship:

Ohhhhhhh this is going back some time! I suppose let's stay on the same vein as Josh Hutcherson lmao. So it wasn't exactly shipping, but the first time I ever wanted two characters to be together was Jess and Leslie in Bridge to Terabithia. But again, I was 12, so it was more like "I want these two to grow old and live happily ever after." And then the movie shredded my heart out. RUDE.

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me, incorrect: everyone is probably sick of me drawing this character by now...

my inner voice, wise: ah, but this cannot be... because I am part of "everyone"... and until I am sick of drawing them... it will not be everyone

me, opening a new blank canvas: ur so right

Lancelot by James Bridie | More quotes at Arthuriana Daily

Listen i know i haven't posted anything about Lancelot in a good while but HEAR ME OUT. Lancelot, the weeping monk, as an Ares/Mars devotee.

First of all, some posts ago i wrote about maybe giving Lancelot greek-roman hellenism as his born religion. AND ARES IS JUST THE PERFECT CHOICE. And yes, this is his new religion cause, first, i am hellenistic, so this is a religion i can talk with a bit of property without commiting big mistakes and making shit, and second because France was submessive to Rome for a very long time.

Ok, now listen to the parallels.

Ares is the god of war and bloodshed, and very are scared of him cause he doesn't hide his bloody nature. Guess what happen' to Lancelot?

Yes, Ares is the god of bloodshed and a scary man at first, but he could love and protect you like no else if letted him. We can say the same about Lancelot.

He's a great father and protector of women, just like our monk boy.

I wasn't even going to do this joke, but he was a lover, guess who else was one?- ok, sorry.

Ares is saw as a scary man, addicted to war and considered and weapon for those who don't know him (saying this based on a real expirience) , and so is Lancelot, saw as a scary weapon.

His sacred animal is a dog. A fucking dog. Excuse me, but the "Daniel Sharman is a doberman" post says everything.

He's also a great lover and the best warrior.

Ares is red, therefore, having Ares as a new red reference would help him with his discomfort with the color red because of the red paladins.

Ares loving his devotee for never denying who he is and overcoming his traumas. Giving him his bless in battles and Lancelot all happy for having agod who matches him and love and accept him as the weird litte problematic thing he is.

I'll make a longer post later but for now it's decided, Lancelot is now an Ares/Mars and Hestia/Vesta devotee.

@lancedoncrimsonwings

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.

HOW TO WRITE A CHARACTER WHO IS IN PAIN

first thing you might want to consider: is the pain mental or physical?

if it’s physical, what type of pain is it causing? — sharp pain, white-hot pain, acute pain, dull ache, throbbing pain, chronic pain, neuropathic pain (typically caused by nerve damage), etc

if it’s mental, what is the reason your character is in pain? — grief, heartbreak, betrayal, anger, hopelessness, fear and anxiety, etc

because your character will react differently to different types of pain

PHYSICAL PAIN

sharp and white-hot pain may cause a character to grit their teeth, scream, moan, twist their body. their skin may appear pale, eyes red-rimmed and sunken with layers of sweat covering their forehead. they may have tears in their eyes (and the tears may feel hot), but they don’t necessarily have to always be crying.

acute pain may be similar to sharp and white-hot pain; acute pain is sudden and urgent and often comes without a warning, so your character may experience a hitched breathing where they suddenly stop what they’re doing and clench their hand at the spot where it hurts with widened eyes and open mouth (like they’re gasping for air).

dull ache and throbbing pain can result in your character wanting to lay down and close their eyes. if it’s a headache, they may ask for the lights to be turned off and they may be less responsive, in the sense that they’d rather not engage in any activity or conversation and they’d rather be left alone. they may make a soft whimper from their throat from time to time, depends on their personality (if they don’t mind others seeing their discomfort, they may whimper. but if your character doesn’t like anyone seeing them in a not-so-strong state, chances are they won’t make any sound, they might even pretend like they’re fine by continuing with their normal routine, and they may or may not end up throwing up or fainting).

if your character experience chronic pain, their pain will not go away (unlike any other illnesses or injuries where the pain stops after the person is healed) so they can feel all these types of sharp pain shooting through their body. there can also be soreness and stiffness around some specific spots, and it will affect their life. so your character will be lucky if they have caretakers in their life. but are they stubborn? do they accept help from others or do they like to pretend like they’re fine in front of everybody until their body can’t take it anymore and so they can no longer pretend?

neuropathic pain or nerve pain will have your character feeling these senses of burning, shooting and stabbing sensation, and the pain can come very suddenly and without any warning — think of it as an electric shock that causes through your character’s body all of a sudden. your character may yelp or gasp in shock, how they react may vary depends on the severity of the pain and how long it lasts.

EMOTIONAL PAIN

grief can make your character shut themself off from their friends and the world in general. or they can also lash out at anyone who tries to comfort them. (five states of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and eventual acceptance.)

heartbreak — your character might want to lock themself in a room, anywhere where they are unseen. or they may want to pretend that everything’s fine, that they’re not hurt. until they break down.

betrayal can leave a character with confusion, the feelings of ‘what went wrong?’, so it’s understandable if your character blames themself at first, that maybe it’s their fault because they’ve somehow done something wrong somewhere that caused the other character to betray them. what comes after confusion may be anger. your character can be angry at the person who betrayed them and at themself, after they think they’ve done something wrong that resulted in them being betrayed, they may also be angry at themself next for ‘falling’ for the lies and for ‘being fooled’. so yes, betrayal can leave your character with the hatred that’s directed towards the character who betrayed them and themself. whether or not your character can ‘move on and forgive’ is up to you.

there are several ways a character can react to anger; they can simply lash out, break things, scream and yell, or they can also go complete silent. no shouting, no thrashing the place. they can sit alone in silence and they may cry. anger does make people cry. it mostly won’t be anything like ‘ugly sobbing’ but your character’s eyes can be bloodshot, red-rimmed and there will be tears, only that there won’t be any sobbing in most cases.

hopelessness can be a very valid reason for it, if you want your character to do something reckless or stupid. most people will do anything if they’re desperate enough. so if you want your character to run into a burning building, jump in front of a bullet, or confess their love to their archenemy in front of all their friends, hopelessness is always a valid reason. there’s no ‘out of character’ if they are hopeless and are desperate enough.

fear and anxiety. your character may be trembling, their hands may be shaky. they may lose their appetite. they may be sweaty and/or bouncing their feet. they may have a panic attack if it’s severe enough.

and I think that’s it for now! feel free to add anything I may have forgotten to mention here!

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.

I said it yesterday and I'm saying it again. DANIEL SHARMAN IS A DOBERMAN. And that makes Isaac Lahey a Doberman too.

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They are the same!

Daniel Sharman is a Doberman and you can't convince me otherwise.

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