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Can we talk about how Lancelot's marks glow when he is near fire in the first episode?

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.

OK, SO WHAT IF LANCELOT'S MARKS COULD GLOW WHIT MORE THAN JUST FIRE?

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.

But what if i could go even further?

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.

And finally, conclusion.

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❤️

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" ...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."

First of all, thanks for the tag!

So, i decided that, yes, i'm going to do the reformatory an definitive arc in my fanfic. So consider this a small peak in what i'm trying to do.

The faces the ashman saw were not unfamiliar to him. From inside his own cell, he could see several souls that he previously knew, but that were now nothing more than bodies cursed with life. Lancelot was tied from head to toe with chains created specially and specifically tailored to his measurements. The piece of metal that wrapped around his neck and was attached to the walls was measured, tight enough to contain him but not tight enough to kill him. His wrists were tied to the floor along with his ankles, chained with the more resistant and thickest metal they had. Their goal was to pin him to the ground, make him vulnerable and less possibility to resist or escape. The poor man felt like a caged fighting dog. In the cell in front of his was a person not yet so disfigured, a face he could still describe as one of the fey paladins he grew up with. Nyx. A star-dust folk, considered to be from the same family as moonwings, coming from the Americas. He looked at him with those big starry eyes as if Lancelot were an abused puppy… Maybe he looked like one now. The boy had beautiful long hair as dark as the night, big eyes with stars and excessively pale skin, his hands and feet were painted like constellations in the sky. He was beautiful, but there was something missing in his appearance. Two days ago, Nyx was dragged out of the cell and taken to a different place upstairs, we thought it was just another dosing session to keep him in line. We couldn't be more wrong.

Within a few minutes we all heard the agonizing sound of Nyx's scream. He didn't went to be dosed, they took him to have the remaining base of his wings ripped off. Without any kind of thing to ease the pain of poor stardust. We heard the agonizing screams and cries for help for hours, every time he begged them to stop and they just wouldn't... He smelled it. The smell of blood, of despair, of the almost death of his childhood friend. And he couldn't do anything. Those who were still allowed to be out, the complete freaks who could no longer be called themselves, like lady Arachne, helped the poor fey as much as they could. The cleanest bandages they had, water, anything that could help him sleep. Nyx was the one who was tortured and almost killed, but he looked at Lancelot as if he were a living corpse, even if the one who had been on the verge of death wasn't him... He would give his life for his if necessary, even if his life wasn't. meant nothing. Devil’s nightmare was messing not only with their head, but with the soul of both of them and everyone there. Since no one would come to his rescue, Lancelot was sure that in a short time he would be a freak like the others...

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WIP LateDay

Idk what day it is anymore but I know it isn't Wednesday whoops.

Danke @holy3cake for the tag

No Pressure tagging @aintgonnatakethis @beginning-writer + OPEN TAG FOR ALL to share a WIP, snippet or idea

Here, have another random snippet for Horizons that I wrote last night at 1:30am. No idea if I'll even include this but for now, enjoy!

Gawain's POV;

Night had long since come when Gawain found himself sat by the fire, watching Lancelot. The man's eyes were open and stairing sightlessly into the boughs above him, sometimes screwing shut whilst he bared his teeth into a snarl. Small movements of his body and the occasional gasp and choked moan betrayed how much he was suffering, clearly utterly unable to rest for the pain.

It had been several hours of this, and Gawain had had enough. He knew Lancelot would never ask for aid, yet he also knew that in this state, the man couldn't stop Gawain helping him either.

Grey eyes dulled from exhaustion followed his movement as Gawain got to his feet and circled round the fire to Lancelot's side.

"I must go and gather some herbs. Theres a willow tree by the river, the bark is good for pain," Gawain explained quickly. "I shan't be long, alright?"

"Are you well?" Lancelot croaked, eying Gawain up and down as if searching for an injury.

"Aye, I--"Gawain began, then chuckled to himself when he saw Lancelot crane his neck towards Squirrel then wince at the movement.

"--the boy is fine, Ashman. You're suffering, let me help you."

Predictably, then came the most unconvincing "I'm fine" Gawain had ever heard in his entire life. Lancelot now looked worse than ever, skin pale against his markings, sweat and blood glinting in the firelight, shaking knuckles clenching around bloodstained fabric.

I've seen dead men that looked healthier than he.

"Uh-huh. Aye, and I'm the King of Mercia" Gawain scoffed, shaking his head at the blatant lie.

"Whatever you say, my Liege…" Lancelot replied immediately, an odd tone to his voice that was only punctuated by the breathy way in which the pain caused him to speak.

Gawain scoffed again, but it was effort to stop himself from laughing. A small part of him he darent give voice to liked the way he'd purred the words a little too much…

"I will be off, now. I told you so you'd know where I had gone." Gawain said. He tried to halt his mind's traitorous musings.

"If you needed… time alone, you only had to… ask"

Gawain was certain he had imagined the wink, that there was no way Lancelot was teasing him like this. Surely not. Gawain managed to hold it together enough to raise an eyebrow in reply, shaking his head, about to come up with what would have been a truly witty retort when Lancelot spoke up again;

"Don't forget to… polish your crown, while you're out there."

And at that Gawain's brain damn near short circuited. There was no mistaking the meaning in his tone, the slight smirk, though ruined only slightly by a pained grimace and half gasp of pain. Did Lancelot truly mean the innuendo in the words, had he really meant to flirt?

"Only if you help." Gawain thought back, eyes widening when he heard a snicker then a groan.

Arawn's cock. Had he… Had he said that aloud?

"Your wish is my command, Sire." Lancelot whispered, almost too quiet to hear. Gawain shook his head, sure now that he must be dreaming. Yes, he must have fallen asleep, or he must be in dire need of it and hearing things.

Or if the Ashman truly was flirting with him, then Lancelot was worse off than he'd imagined and clearly delirious from pain.

Either way. Willow Bark and Feverfew. Yes. They were good things to focus on.

That, and decidedly not the idea of Lancelot…polishing his crown with those too-pale lips of his, made warm and plump by…

Willow-bark and Feverfew, Willow and Feverfew, WillowandFeverfewWillowand--

Gawain repeated the list in his head like a mantra, not once turning to look back as he turned on his heel and swiftly made his way down the hill onto the moors.

Haven't postes something in a while, so here's a picture of my beloved dog that i would fight god and hell for:

Her name is Kaya, she's eight alredy, and i love ver more than i love myself. And yes, she sleeps with her mouth open, which I find cute and prettiely silly.

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.

No pressure tags: @grinningkatz @lancedoncrimsonwings @book-and-music-lover @errruvande @waterfallsilverberrywrites @bilbotargaryen @persephones-journey @whitedarkmoonflower

@paula-in-dreamland @kingslionheart @fabiochampioraro @ripmyfictionalfriends

@corktheauthor @redacted-thething @thelettersfromnoone @beginning-writer @lord-aldhelm @lesbians4connorrhodes

✨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.