So I Couldn't Quite Sleep, So I Did Some Lancewain Hadcanons. But Noting Too Much.

✨Last line Tag✨

Thank you for the tag, @lancedoncrimsonwings! And I'm too lazy to tag anyone so if for some reason you're reading this and want to participate, feel free to do so.

Share the last sentence of your last wip. I'm going to put two because I don't want to and I can't decide. Also, all the two povs are Lancelot, the Weeping Monk. (My beloved)

"Come on, tell me you hate me." The son of a bitch speaks against his ear as he touches him. The monk presses his hand to his neck so hard that he leaves crescent moons marks of his nails on the knight's wrist.

This one is not the last sentence, but is my favourite and i wanted to share It. It's from a completely new one shot that I made in two dawns because I was feeling horny after two glasses of wine. The one shot is called "I still hate you" btw and i think this is pretty straightforward. (Ok i'll stop yapping now)

He would beg god like a dog if he didn't feel so rejected and cursed by him right now.

Yes, that one hurt me and this time it is the last sentence of the first chapter after the... I lost count edition.

Okay. I hear the shippers, I really do. But this beautiful man could act across from a rubber house plant and there’d be chemistry. You know it’s true.

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.

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

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.

Ooh i love those! (We clearly have a hyper fixation on snakes and tattoos here, don't we, Tavo?) Anyways, Thanks for the tag @lancedoncrimsonwings! Tagging @warlocklawyer666 @dinogod @moyavince and ANYONE who wants to participate!

Four photos on my camera roll that aren't selfies

First one is obviously my princess, my queen, my baby, my royalty, my goddess and sweetness, thing i would kill and die for no matter If mortal or devine. My precious dog, Kaya.

Second is a photo of the table after an afternoon coffee with my cousins at home and we had already finished eating everything.

Third is a bush with a flower that I found beautiful at my cousin's house. (Yes, I spend a lot of time at my cousin's house, so what? He's my favorite.)

And fourth is simply the most beautiful cloudy sunrise I have ever seen in my life. And if I'm not mistaken the photo was taken one day after I made my altar to Apollo. I LOVED this photo and it's simply my favorite so far.

Tagged by @whoiisshe to share four photos from my phone that are not selfies.

Thank youu 💌

i tag: @mo-tsvetkov @mondo-grosso @nismo-na-filmu-zaboga @led-sam-a-gorim2 @i-sta-cemo-sad @t-d-m-e-b @tiha-odiseja @classical-vanity @cudimsejatebi @adisharoney @g-gor

I wanna do It! And tagging @lancedoncrimsonwings @warlocklawyer666 @the-tav3rn-0wner @dinogod @moyavince

Song name translation is in pink

A construção/The construction - Chico Buarque

Apesar de Você/Despite you - Chico Buarque

A banda/The band - Chico Buarque

Vem morena/Come brunette - Luís Gonzaga

Garota de Ipanema/Girl from Ipanema - Tom Jobim

Tropicana (Morena Tropicana)/Tropicana (Tropicana Brunette) - Alceu Valença

O cheiro de Carolina/The scent of Carolina - Luíz Gonzaga

Carolina, Carol Bela/Carolina, beautiful Carol - Toquinho

Flor de Tangerina/Tangerine Flower - Alceu Valença

Nem de Graça/Not even for free - Pixote

Rules - put your spotify repeat on shuffle, list the first ten, then tag ten people.

tagged by @future-dregs thank you!

Also I'm calling it now, at least half of these are just Arcane soundtrack.

Harley Fvcking Quinn - Sarah De Warren, Biometrix, Marcus McCoan

Darkside - Neoni

Wild Horses - Grace Power

Pink Pony Club - Chappell Roan

Paint the Town Blue - Ashnikko (Arcane)

Angry Too - Lola Blanc

Sharks - Imagine Dragons

Wait for Me (Reprise) - Hadestown Original Broadway Company

Sucker - Marcus King (Arcane)

Game of Survival - Ruelle

I have been listening to the Arcane soundtrack on repeat for at least three weeks now so clearly this is not entirely an accurate summary of what you listen too XD

Tagging: @clotpolesonly @faffodil @outshinethestars @ridetheraddinosaurs @dragon-mantis @hiimaprofessionalfangirl @ace1diots @shutitk @gallopinggallifreyans @professorgallifrey

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.

Fun little thing about medieval medicine.

So there’s this old German remedy for getting rid of boils. A mix of eggshells, egg whites, and sulfur rubbed into the boil while reciting the incantation and saying five Paternosters. And according to my prof’s friend (a doctor), it’s all very sensible. The eggshells abrade the skin so the sulfur can sink in and fry the boil. The egg white forms a flexible protective barrier. The incantation and prayers are important because you need to rub it in for a certain amount of time.

It’s easy to take the magic words as superstition, but they’re important.