Sneak Peak! and no i'm not explaining this post
“That place is not just a reformatory, knight. They're gonna break his head.” The lady with honey eyes says. Her once happy eyes now fell into a sad and worried glass.
Gawain is confused by the stern words. "...What?" He asks in a state of confusion and disbelief. Gawain knew that the paladins were cruel and that they valued empty heads and blind pawns, but he didn't want to believe that they would have the courage to break that alredy broken blade that the weeping monk was and force him together again and the gods know how many more times.
“You heard me.” The woman says with a firm word. Her eyes finally returning to meet his. “We call that place the devil's nightmare house for a reason. It’s not difficult to connect two dots, knight.”
The devil's nightmare house...? Gawain feels his face grow cold and the color drain from his features with realization. A shiver passes through his body just for thinking about what led to a place having to name like that.
“He's not going to come back, Gawain.” The lady afirms again with a firm voice, her face now completely darkened. “And if he comes back, it won’t be him anymore."
The woman sighs, her eyes returning to the floor and they were now a red glass, trying hard not to cry. The knight couldn't even begin to understand the relationship between the lady and the monk, but they certainly had something. No one holds back their tears so much for someone they don not care about.
She forces a unamused smile, trying to ease the tension. “Think he'll only comes back if some crazy person dares to invade Devil's Nightmare and bring him back.” She jokes, getting up to leave. The nameless lady says goodbye and leaves the knight to his thoughts alone at night again.
…Maybe I am crazy enough.
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Saw this on Pinterest and remembered the Weeping Mink.
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Squirrel: Almost giving his dads a heart attack
Weeping Mink (angrily praying): Vesta, Goddess of sacred fire, family and househood. Give me strength not to kill that pest of a boy today.
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.
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.
So, i was rewatching Cursed on the netflix for the god know how many time, and i just tought like: "Oh i should try to pay a bit more of attention to the details this time, after all i'm writing a fanfic, this would help me a lot in the criative process." But then my eyes catch in the very first scene of the Weeping monk and i just notice his tear marks glow bright red when he is in the woods burning, killing the moon wings.
My mind absolutely stoped when i saw that. Cause what do you mean Lancelot's, marks glow and i never noticed that? What kind of incredibly effective and devilish wicked spell is that? Or perhaps that was just my ADHD working again... Anyways, i am just absolutely obsessed whit this.
Any incredibly unlucky person who has the pleasure of knowing me know that i am absolutely hiperfocused in the Arthurian legends, but i still don't know how to deepens this hiperfixation since i didn't born in one of those countries where the Arthurian legends are part of their folklore. But one specific thing about Lancelot got in my mind, that is the fact that he cries a lot, but also doesn't know how to express himself properly, and then i just got this idea when i saw the marks glowing: "What if i could make this glowing marks thing a way of him expressing emotions since he is bad whit words and facial expressions?"
And that's exactly what am i going to do.
From now on, i have this headcanon that Lancelot's marks glow when he feels too strong emotions or feelings. For example: If he is too embarassed, along whit his blushing cheeks, his marks will glow slight pink too. And if he is too sad, his marks will glow in deep wine-color.
Hear me out in this one. The idea of Lancelots marks glow whit strong feeling and emotions is cool, right? But what if it went further?
I don't know how to explain, (actually i do but that's just cause i like how it sounds) but how about the idea of the Ashfolk having inner marks?
This might sound like a crazy idea or one of those you just have at 03:06 AM while is surviving on only coffee and refuses to sleep. BUT IT SOUNDS SO COOL IN MY MIND. Like, they have tear marks that possibly glow in the fire, but what if they also had inner marks in their lungs and heart that also can glow whit overwhelming feelings?
And that could also give and opening for a possible fire power, cause if they marks glow inside their bodys and react to the fire, who said they cannot actually procreate fire, more especificly fey fire?
I am probably going to be more obcene than i expected but, can you only imagine if Lancelot were having sex whit someone (i'd say Gawain but if you're a Nimulot shipper that fits too) and he is just so overwhelmed whit the pleasure and wonderful new sensations that his heart and lungs glow in pleasure while he archs his back and moan like a fucking wh0re gripping the bed sheets as if for his dear life? well i can, and it's absolutely marving.
My point is, i didn't notice it the first time i watched, but this is just a too good oportunity for head canons and roamtic fanfics promps to just let it pass.
My head canon is made, and is not just about him but the hole ashfolk. They have marks inside their bodies, in the lugs and heart, and the obvious ones in the face. And the marks glow whit strong or overwhelming feelings/emotions, or when they are near/surrounded by fire.
And just for the sake of it, the last part on the "What if i could go even further" topic was just cause i saw a reblogged post by @lancedoncrimsonwings of a suggestion of a fic called "Came a lot" of the weeping monk by @baezen, and i just tought it whoul fit in very well.
Hunted kisses for you❤️
Well... It's 2024 and still no news about the book sequel...
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'm dead. I used my last brain cells in math class today learning the difference between the sum of cubes and squares.
If I take a while to post, know that it's because of math. I hate math 😭
I genuinely can't remember who's tagged me in what soooo I figured this worked. Have a few snippets cause I'm pretty sure I was tagged 3 times overall
No Pressure Tagging; @holy3cake @aintgonnatakethis @violetastrid + OPEN TAG FOR ALL
Lancelot's POV;
It was Goliath stumbling over a fallen branch that had broken this hallucination, it seemed. The steed’s unsteady steps now told him as much, but the way he snorted and stumbled again confirmed it, as did the now familiar painful jolt through Lancelot’s side that had stars dancing over his vision and a myriad of furiously inventive swear-words threatening to slip from his tongue.
Gawain's POV;
Agony exploded in Gawain's spine and he cried out, a flash of green blinding his vision before it faded to black, slipping down, down, down into the darkness. Gawain could do nothing, dragged under by those terrible vines as they turned on him, the tresspasser in another's domain, coiling around him like the ribcage did a heart and consticting him like a snake, hissing and biting. He couldn't breathe as the air was taken from his lungs and given to another, the pain in his spine growing stronger and stronger yet he'd no breath left to scream.
So he simply closed his eyes and let them take him.
"What did you do?!"
Gawain was sure he ought to know that voice but he couldn't understand what it meant, nor could he quite recognise who it belonged to.
"Gawain? Gawain!"
Gawain. That was his name, wasn't it? He wanted to sleep. Just five more minutes...
"Don't you dare..."
Yes. He'd rest a bit more. Oh that darkness was so, so enticing... And it called his name too, he thought...
Ma'am... Never mind. Keep going.
SFX make up done by Lucy Rowley for the @NetflixUK series @CursedNetflix last year on Daniel Sharman. Designed by Erika Okvist (source)
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