I Love Turning On Notifications For My Favorite Blogs. I Think It's So Cool To Get Notifications When

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

WIP Wednesday Monday/7 line tag

Danke for the WIP Wednesday tag @holy3cake and the 7 Line tag @aintgonnatakethis

No Pressure tagging @aintgonnatakethis @holy3cake + OPEN TAG

Rules; WIP Wednesday; Share your latest WIP line/s or idea/plot bunnies. 7 Line tag; share 7 lines from a WIP

Giving you guys the 14 lines I just wrote as an "oops I was tagged ages ago and never responded" from my Lancewain Horizons to Battlegrounds WIPs

TWs: Suicidal ideation, injury

"You can't keep going like this, Ashman." Gawain said, quietly. He eyed the blood still seeping between Lancelot's fingers where he pressed them against his side, and the tremour beneath that came in waves as he breathed.

As usual, Lancelot gave no reply. Gawain hadn't expected him to yet the worry gave way to anger that burned up inside him like a righteous flame.

"You do understand, don't you? You're going to die. You must stop this. You must let them help you!"

Grey eyes averted their once searing gaze. Understanding was clear enough in them- Lancelot knew well how dire his situation was, then.

"Or is that what you want?" Gawain pressed, moving into where Lancelot had looked away, forcing him to glance his way for just a moment before he bored holes in the opposite side of the room than before.

Gawain's own understanding dawned like a lead weight suffocating the anger roiling through him.

"Oh…" Gawain breathed. "It is, isn't it?"

Lancelot swallowed. The tremour was worsening, sweat dripped from his brow, which had furrowed at the statement.

"Why do you want to die." Gawain pressed, daring now to reach out, to touch the hand that wasn't still dripping with hot blood. Gawain almost felt bad for the sharp inhale as Lancelot flinched, then flinched again with a pained wince at the movement.

Unspoken words formed on Lancelot's too-pale lips.

What if Epic the Musical was a spooky video game?

Guys... I'M DATING! I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!

" ...I think hunting a man for sport would fix me."

"You say the most worrying things."

"Whaaat?"

"You just stared at me for a solid five minutes without blinking and then said that."

"I reckon it would, though."

"Nothing could fix you."

Not just a rollercoaster, friend. An illegal in Russia and fucking funny rollercoaster.

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

Please, ladies, gentlemen and chaos alive (non binary), take your weapons and chose your victim. The victim must be specifically Julius Caesar or Donald Trump.

With the ides of march fast approaching we must be prepared

Please reblog to make sure everyone is equipped!

HE IS MY HEADBOARD!! OMFGS I NEVER THOUGHT I'D FIND THE ORIGINAL POST HERE!

Gawain is so happy to see his horse again that he feels better from his battle wounds and his horse is so happy it friend-bites him.

This is adorable.