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I feel bad for those who live in another country and don't have the opportunity to eat barbecued cheese with baked garlic bread on the beach.

The best thing is the Brazilian taste of an afternoon at the beach.

Let's ignore the previous post, I love my country.

I'll give a hint of where i live.

It's the second day of carnival, I'm at the beach, and i want to go home. There's loud noises, way too much people and people smoking.

Don't get me wrong, I love my country's party spirit and the knowing of How to throw a good one. But I think we could all be a little more mindful about not killing others by trying to kill ourselves.

Anyways, i think you might have a idea of what country i am now.

I fucking love tumblr

Me and the boy I like are exchanging flowers every day, and it's a totally innocent and fun story for me.

He said he liked lilies and I knew how to make origami ones, so I made one for him and he gave me an origami tulip, which is my favorite flower. On Monday of this week he gave me three tulips and said "I have three tulips in front of you, I win." But I took it personally and the next day I brought him three more lilies.

Now he and I are in a kind of cold war arms race with paper flowers. On Wednesday he brought me 5 flowers with his perfume, the day before yesterday I gave him 10 with my perfume and yesterday I received 11 flowers with his perfume.

We've been home for a week and none of us know what we're going to get when we get to class, It's thrilling and lovely at the same time.

I love this kind of love interaction. It's cute and romantic, and especially because there are no ulterior motives. I recommend having a flower or handmade gift war with the person you love. And yes I will put this in my fanfic with gays because I can and it is romantic and pretty.

They're so gay and sad. I loved It❤️

Hug, beauty and blood

Ok so "hug" is from Chapter 2 cause I struggled to find better than a bulletpoint in my WIPs with it in but yess I love these thank you!

Hug;

The boy hesitantly moved closer, then before Lancelot could say anything else, Squirrel hugged him. Lancelot bit down on a pained yelp, the embrace sending another incredibly sharp surge of torment through his side that made sweat bead up again on his brow, his vision swum and it took more than he cared to admit to stop himself from whimpering. He almost forgot to feel shocked the agony was so intense.

Beauty;

Lancelot's breath was coming in gasps. Gawain realised he too was panting, and he glanced out for just a moment to see they were towards the edge of the dance, but closer to the Bard, who eyed them both with those silver-blue eyes as he continued to sing;

"Where you see weakness, I see wit, Sometimes I fall to pieces, Just to see what bits of me don't fit,"

The piercing stare was too much, too invasive, Gawain turned quickly back to Lancelot. He drunk in the beauty before him.

"... And when I stand, oh, those folks will run, And tell their tales of what I've become..."

And by the Gods, Lancelot was truly beautiful. A man, a Fey, a gentle soul with a tender heart and a battle hardened warrior all at once. His colour swirling skin shone slick with sweat, supple muscles rippling as he moved and swayed with the enticing grace of a deadly predator, jaw tensed, chest heaving ragged breaths.

Blood;

Blood dripped steadily from Lancelot's fingertips. Oozing slowly from the carving upon his left shoulder, it traced rivers of crimson down his arm before collecting between the iron shackle and his skin. So severe were the iron burns, and so close was the metal to his sore, abraised skin that the blood now pooled up and over the outside of the cuff like an overflowing dam. It offered his burned wrist a modicum of relief. Scarlet glistened in the low light as it invariably flowed down down down, following the swell of his knuckles and the length of his fingers to splash into a coagulating puddle on the floor, steadily staining the cold ashen stone into a dirty red.

I went to the beach today and my mom bought me this:

You can really hear the sea in this, I thought it was incredible. And I bought the tree because I thought it was pretty, it's made of amethyst.

Doing my nails while learning math because math is hell and painting my nails calms me down

The sun is rising here where I live, the sunrise is so beautiful that I had to take hundreds of photos. And I can say for a fact that none of them are as beautiful as seeing it in person.

Having a scenario ready in your head and having it written down are also two very, very different things. But I wish they were the same thing.

unfortunately, I will write this fic and I am writing this fic are two very different things

I can't decide on a favorite, I love the Vulgate circle, it has so much violence that it's almost comical, but I also love Diu Crone and the latin circles too. I simply can't decide which one is my favorite among all the circles.

I don't want to and I won't choose. They are all my favorites 😌

At this point I'm just using my tumblr as a personal diary when I have nothing to post.

Playing Uno during school break with friends (this was in the morning, I just didn't remember to post earlier)

Note: Everyone was comfortable with me posting the photo and I am taking it down, so I'm not in the photo.

Me: spending time looking at references on Pinterest

My brain: We want to see Lancelot in this

Me: But what about the other hundreds of unfinished drawings?

My brain: Now!

Me: Okay, okay, Fine! I'll do it now!

Just a poor drawing, without a face or a hand, and disproportionate. But enough for today.

@lancedoncrimsonwings

It was at an independent burger joint in my city, my older brother paid. This is a bacon burger, I've never been so happy to eat a burger.

𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚

What is Lupercalia?

Celebrated on February 13th - February 15th, Lupercalia was an ancient Roman holiday dedicated to the god Faunus, the wild horned spirit of nature, and the legendary founders of Rome, Romulus and Remus. The festival is believed to have far more ancient origins than its association with these mythical figures, likely stemming from earlier fertility rites and purification ceremonies.

The name of the festival, Lupercalia, is derived from the Latin word lupus (wolf), tying it to the legend of the she-wolf who rescued and nursed Romulus and Remus in the cave known as the Lupercal. This cave, located on Palatine Hill, became the heart of the festival’s rituals, emphasizing the protective and nurturing symbolism of wolves.

At its core, Lupercalia celebrated the themes of fertility, purification, and the harmony of nature. It honored two deities: Faunus, the primordial spirit of wild nature and fertility, and Juno Februata, the aspect of Juno associated with purification and the passions of love. The name "February" itself originates from Februare (to cleanse) and Juno Februata, underscoring the month’s ties to this festival.

The festival began with sacrifices of goats, symbolizing fertility, and dogs, representing purification. These sacrifices were followed by ceremonial rituals performed by Faunus’ priests, known as the Luperci. After consuming the sacrificial meat, the Luperci smeared themselves with the blood of the animals and dressed in strips of goatskin, referred to as "Juno’s cloak." They then ran through the streets of the Palatine Hill, carrying whips made from goatskin called februa.

Women who wished to conceive strategically positioned themselves to be struck by the whips, believing this act would enhance fertility, ensure conception, and guarantee safe childbirth. This ritual also served as a broader purification rite for the community, cleansing it in preparation for the coming New Year, which in the Roman calendar began at the vernal equinox.

The nine days of Lupercalia, from February 13th to the 21st, were believed to be a liminal time when the souls of the dead wandered the earth. Offerings of food and drink were left for them, with the living honoring the spirits as part of the festival's traditions.

Over time, the festival's elements shifted and evolved, blending with other traditions. February 14th, now celebrated as Valentine’s Day, originally marked the first day of Lupercalia, dedicated to Juno Februata and Faunus, when women prayed for fertility and blessings.

Lupercalia continued to be celebrated for centuries until it was officially abolished in 495 AD by Pope Gelasius I, who replaced it with a Christian feast day. Now, in modern times, even though Lupercalia is no longer a widely celebrated festival, it is often associated with modern Valentine’s Day or even a celebration of self-love. Today, it’s all about love, fertility, and connection. You can spend the three days of Lupercalia by offering yourself love and understanding, doing things that nurture your self-appreciation, and spending special time with your loved ones.

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Magic Correspondences:

Colors: red, white, pink

Crystals: rose quartz, milky quartz, selenite, moonstone, ruby, garnet, lepidolite, green aventurine, emerald

Deities: Juno, Lupercus, Faunus, Venus, Aphrodite, Pan, Hera, Dionysus, Eros, Mars, Freyja, Cernunnos (deities associated with love, fertility, and abundance)

Animals: dog, goat, wolf, dove, swan, dolphin, ladybug, lovebirds, horse

Flowers: lavender, roses, snowdrops, hyacinths, tulips, orchids

Herbs: cinnamon, basil, jasmine, vanilla

Fruits: figs, cherries, grapes, bananas, strawberries, pomegranate, raspberries, apples

Symbols: phallus, hearts, wolves, whips, goat

Magick: fertility and abundance spells, self-love magick, sex magick, purification

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Activities to do:

🐺 Take a relaxing long bath, and add some rose essential oil if you like

🐺 Spend time with your dog(s)

🐺 Watch some romance movies

🐺 Treat yourself to things that make you feel good, like lotions, perfume, or new clothes

🐺 Light red, pink, or white candles

🐺 Collect flowers and put them in your altar or room

🐺 Drink goat milk

🐺 Perform love, fertility, and purification spells

🐺 Give flowers to loved ones

🐺 Spend some time in your home, simply being naked because why not?

🐺 Bake heart-shaped cakes

🐺 Support dog shelters with a donation

🐺 Spend time with your lover

🐺 Listen to your favorite music

🐺 Show appreciation for your body

🐺 Take your health medicine

🐺 Decorate your space or altar with heart-shaped objects

🐺 Spend time and meditate in nature

🐺 Eat lots of chocolate

🐺 Practice yoga

🐺 Connect with deities associated with love, fertility, and purification

🐺 Drink some red wine

🐺 Dedicate a day to self-care, doing what feels healthy and good for you

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Food and Drinks:

Drink red liquids like wine, cranberry or strawberry juice, consume goat dairy, cakes, muffins, chocolate, honey, cherries, champagne, grapes, hazelnuts, cinnamon rolls, cupcakes, any food with meat, apple pie, strawberries.

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sources: Wicca: A Modern Guide To Witchcraft & Magick; Encyclopedia of Witchcraft: The Complete A-Z for the Entire Magical World by Judika Illes

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

Look look look

It

Is

The

Same

Thing!

They are the same!

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

I

See

No

Diference

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

I

See

No

Diference

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 made a post about a really small portion of the aromantic community who felt in love once in their life. Because an aromantic person feels no OR low romantic attraction, this means that even if it is just once we can still feel it and this should not be invalidated.

I opened my tumblr and there were two questions in my inbox, which is weird. I open it and see this:

I could make a post about why they're wrong and how ignorant this was. But they are so cowardly that they don't even let themselves be known after leaving such an unnecessary and stupid comment in the question box of a person who was just sharing an experience for a small group in a small community.

Yeah. I could, but I'm not going to worry about it. Anonymous, know that this didn't result in anything and you wasted your time. For those of you who fell in love and are part of the aroace community, you will continue to be one of us. Because aromantic is someone who feels little OR no romantic attraction. You can still feel this, it will just take time and it will probably only happen once.

In case you're wondering this is the post in question:

Kisses and hugs to all aromantic people out there.

Me trying to beat the messy artist accusations

My really small art corner:

There's this really, really small, almost non-existent moment in the aromantic comunity people where you realize that for the first time, you are in love. You smile silly, your heart does a strange jump when they talk to you, you really want to smile at everything they say and you can't stop looking at them.

I thought this only happened in books, but no, it's real.

As an aromantic person who is dealing with love for the first time, romantic people, how do I deal with this?

This should be in a frame

tw blood and gore maybe, but lots of blood Odysseus rage

May i talk about what i learned today at class? It's aboout some injuries, basic if yoou want to call an ambulance and help them to send who you need to inste of the whole hospital. Also, as a writer, i think this would help some, it's shallow knowlodgement, but when you're new writing small things can help.

This can be quite long so if you don't have the time i sujest you to read it later.

Bones

we have 5-6 tipes of bones. I just learned 5, so here's a small resume:

Flat bones: The head/cranium bones. Long bones: They are exactly as they sound, large in size, like the femur. Small bones: Small and square, like the fingers's bones. Irregular bones: Bones with a strange appearance, such as vertebrae. Elongated bones: Long, but flat and without a central canal. Like the ribs.

For the more technical part, bones are exactly what we think and maybe a little more. But for the most part, they serve to support the body and protect vital organs. Like lungs, brain, heary, and others.

And actually, bones are a tissue. They are a rigid, highly specialized form of connective tissue. Also, they carry minerals like calcium and phosphorus and are responsable for making blood cells like white, red blood cells and platelets.

Our bones naturally have mini cracks, you move, they wear out and they make mini cracks. But they are not harmful.

Curiosity: the older you get, the fewer bones in your cranium you have, because they join together into one. And when you are a baby your bones are not completely formed, like your fingers. A baby's fingers don't have proper bones yet, they develop over time.

Injuries. Fractures and dislocation.

This is basically a summary of the summary.

First, how does a bone break? That's quite simple to anwser.

Remember the lil cracks in our bones? Well, If you do a lot of movement and don't give yourself time to recover, especially if you do sports, the crack tends to get bigger. When this crack gets bigger and you apply too much force, your bone breaks.

But this can happen not where you hit it, but in another place. For example, you apply a lot of force at the beginning of the calf, but the bone breaks in the middle of it. Why? Because the crack was bigger in the middle of the calf.

Now, we have two tipes of broke bones. The open and the closed fracture.

Open fracture: Again, the name is straightforward. An open fracture is when you can see the person's bone after it breaks. The flesh breaks, and the bones comes out. This is a open fracture.

Closed fracture: When someone's bone broke but their flesh didn't. The broken part bends, but you don't see the bone, just a vomule left where it broke.

How to help the person before calling an ambulance, or taking them in the car if the health service is not free.

Exposed: See if arterial blood, which is darker, similar to wine, is coming out. Try to stop the bleeding and make sure the exposed bone is not tearing any other part. Don't let the exposed part move and try to calm the person. Panic causes your heart to speed up and send more blood which causes blood loss and eventual fainting or death from blood loss. Closed: Keep the person in the same position as he fell when the bone was broken, do not move the area or allow the injured person or anyone else to move in that area. Try to calm the person to alleviate the pain and call the ambulance.

When call the ambulance, say what happend. Exposed or not fracture, what the type of bool if theres any, and the area of the body where it's broken.

Joints

The main joints are the patella and labrum. The patella is the knee and the labrum is the shoulder.

There's just one thing you need to know about joints. If it hasn't ruptured, the tendency is for it to always return to its place. "The patella has dislocated" The doctor will put it back in its place without even needing anesthesia, because it hasn't ruptured.

BUT that doesn't mean you're going to move around and try to put it back in place, leave that to the doctor. Call an ambulance or take the person in your car and tell them that he dislocated the connection between this bone and that bone, or as you know it, knee, shoulder, elbow, etc.

Dislocating a bone will never happen in the middle of it, because to dislocate a bone it has to come out of place, and this only happens if the joint comes out of place and takes the bone out of where it is.

Fun fact, Joints not only have the function of moving your body, but also of stopping certain parts where they are. Your foot just doesn't reach your nose because your knee stops it.

Skull and Ribs.

First, the skull. Your entire skull has just one purpose, to protect the head mass and eyes.

Your nose and cheekbones are there to cushion the impact so they don't reach your eyes. If you don't damage your eyes, your nose and cheekbones would probably be broken first.

Your forehead has the same function. It was made like a bumper to cushion the impact before it hits your brain.

If your skull is dented, congratulations, you broke it and you should see a doctor immediately. Call an ambulance and tell them in which part of the head the blow happened and how deep it seems, one, two fingers or more, if it goes beyond five fingers, ask them to hurry, this is a serious injury. And remember, all skull fractures should be closed. if it's not, then you should fly down the hospital.

A crack in the skull, or superficial break, without denting, can be identified by the intense headache.

Now, the ribs. Believe it or not, ribs were meant to be broken. They are the buffer for the lungs and heart.

We have twelve ribs on each side, making a total of twenty-four of them. And they were made to be broken. The problem with breaking your ribs isn't that they're broken, it's that they puncture your organs. In fact, when you do recussitation with your hands, you will probably break your ribs in the process.

Many people also break ribs without knowing it and don't realize it until they feel the discomfort and pain when breathing. But now, in recovery, it's been one to two months without making any effort or moving the area suddenly, and the pain will last ALL the time until the end of recovery. If not, it takes longer to heal. Or - in the worst case scenario - your rib could crack or break again, and puncture your organs.

The question of recognizing a broken rib will depend on the individual, because a broken rib is a fracture closed inwards, targeting organs, such as the skull. It is recognized by the sinking in the chest and the pain when breathing. Again, this happens because the ribs are bumpers, so they will stop the impact to some extent.

Curiosity: Some gymnasts remove their ribs to have more flexibility, or for aesthetic reasons. You can live without them, but your organs are neglected.

Calls to ambulance

Now let's review everything for when we need to call an ambulance.

Open fracture: Stops the bleeding, do not allow the bone to hurt any other part, call the ambulance and tell them where the fracture is and whether it is large or not. Calm the injured person to reduce bleeding.

Closed fracture: Do not allow movement of the broken area and try to keep it exactly as it is. Call the ambulance and tell them where the fracture was.

Dislocation: Do not allow the area to be moved until the ambulance arrives. Call the ambulance, tell them it was a displacement and tell them where it was, if possible tell the name of the joint.

Broken skull: Place the head in a soft but not elevated place. Check whether the skull is dented and in which part, and whether or not the person is conscious. If she is, say this and check if she has a severe headache. Tell everything to the ambulance when calliung it, a broken head is no joke and every detail can be important.

Broken ribs: Don't let the chest be moved until the ambulance arrives, try to see how many ribs were broken without touching them. See if they are deep and if the person is breathing. Call the ambulance and tell them everything, remember if you see the ribs tell them to speed up.

Believe me this helps. If someone desperate calls the ambulance and gives the wrong information or in the wrong way, it could mean a life or more. Yours may have been a crash that caused non-fatal or harmful cuts, and on the other side there may be a worse case that will be left aside because you gave the information desperately and incorrectly.

Paramedics will send you the equivalent of your problem, knowing your problem can save your life and someone else's.

And if you're just a writer, congratulations, now you know the basics of understanding the fractures of your perosages and what to do about them.

Tags (tagging who i feel who'd like this kind of content): @lancedoncrimsonwings @dinogod @holy3cake @rabbit-flaying @moyavince

@lancedoncrimsonwings Thanks for the tag, plus, why are them so relatable?

I have no specific taste, except they all fantasy or medieval, expect one.

Catarina - Deus Salve o Rei (God Save the King)

Isaac Lahey - Teen wolf

Merida - Brave (Think that's the english name, If not please correct me.)

Bellatrix Lestrange - Harry Potter

Had Hatter - Alice in Wonderland

Natasha Romanoff - Marvel

Clawdeen Wolf - Monster High

@dinogod you next

You: If we're gonna date, you may have to defeat my seven fictional exes. Them: ...seven fictional exes? You: Yeah Them: ...fictional. Is that seriously a thing? You: you can say no. Them: What do I have to do? Tear up a book? *laughs* Okay! You: Don't say I didn't warn you...

so the question is...who are your seven fictional exes?

I just got home from school. Here's a doodle i made até human rights class.

Lancelot!Weeping Monk Gawain!Green Knight

Inspired by a head-canon that me and partner made which Lancelot sleeps in underwear and no pants, and Gawain sleeps in pants and no shirt.

@lancedoncrimsonwings @dinogod

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.

Saw this on Pinterest and remembered the Weeping Mink.

@lancedoncrimsonwings

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.

*Throw Lancelot homosexually thinking about Gawain at you and run.*

It’d been a month since NightPearl had adopted Lancelot as it’s mother. He didn't mind at all, in fact he found the little dragon adorable. It would sneak anywhere it could find, and its favorite place was his lap. The only problem was when it brought a dead rabbit in the tent and he had to throw it away, but other than that it was perfect.

On days like today, when he was lying on his back, NightPearl would come and sprawl on his chest, enjoying every fraction of Lancelot's natural warmth that it could get, while Lancelot caressed its long body and just listened to Squirrel’s nonsense or listened to Gawain's voice. He never really paid attention to what Gawain said, it was usually something boring about what the council was thinking about him or about his wounds, instead he paid attention to his voice, which was much more engaging than what was friendly allowed.

Sometimes Pym would make a joke about how Gawain would be jealous of NightPearl for being able to snuggle into Lancelot's chest while the two of them couldn't even sleep in the same bed. The monk always rolled his eyes and said it didn't make sense, even though his stupid heart beat a little faster every time he heard that. And thank God NightPearl didn't understand what the redhead was saying or it would bite Gawain from head to toe. He and Gawain barely saw each other, nor did they speak to each other properly, since talking was not something that Lancelot was taught to do often. It was not even part of his routine.

The world around Lancelot has never been so calm, and so boring. He was used to leaving very early, around six in the morning, half past six if he was feeling particularly lazy, and going to track the fey by tracks and scents. At ten o'clock he would return to camp and make an oral report of everything achieved, go to the fields to train for two hours, then go for lunch, have lunch, and leave again. After lunch he would go to the already tracked tribes, this time with a group of paladins, and would decimate and burn whatever they found. At sixteen hours he would escape from the rest of the paladins and take a secret bath to remove the excess dirt and blood that bothered his senses and skin. At seventeen o'clock he would be back at church and praying something particularly long, if it were Saturday he would pray a rosary, if it were Sunday he would be at mass. After mass, or pray, there is dinner, but if it were Saturday he would be fasting. Ten or nine o'clock at night he should already be in bed, because it's a few hours before Salt's torture sessions start and he would at least get a good rest if he slept earlier.

There is nothing in his routine about talking to anyone, except about reports and prayer, but only because it was part of his job and he should always seek God daily.

But now, with the fey, his entire meticulously memorized routine were thrown into the fifth of hells. Now his routine consisted of: Waking up, being forced by Gawain to eat breakfast followed by a lecture on why it’s important to eat every meal, then listening to Squirrel tell a story, lunch, Polly, actually now Pym, coming to check on his injuries. And now Pym stayed and told him about something that happened while she was with the Raiders or some new gossip at camp, which is strangely interesting. Squirrel arrives again, tells ‘em about his day. Gawain arrives with dinner for everyone, they talk and Lancelot is grateful for not being included, gods know how much he hates interacting while eating. Dinner ends, Pym and Squirrel go somewhere else, Gawain stays and cleans his injuries. They don't say anything, just stand there in the only alone moment they have. Gawain slowly cleans his broken skin with a wet cloth, his body closer than he had ever let any man or woman get close to him, he could hear his breathing behind him, The drops of water running down his back make him shiver, and he could feel Gawain's intense gaze on him the entire time. His careful hands went all over the length of his back before slowly pulling away. Gawain pulls away and tells Lancelot that it is ten o'clock, his usual bedtime. Lancelot turns and covers himself with the sheet that Squirrel stole for him on the first day, but that doesn't stop him from faintly hearing the other man change his clothes on the other side of the tent. The boots being thrown away, the shirt being taken off and discarded, the belt being left aside, the pants coming down his legs, as well as the new pants being put on, but no sound of the shirt being put on, Gawain did not sleep with his shirt on, and finally the sound of him laying down on the mattress and covering himself. He listens to every movement every night. Not that he was a pervert, he just had no option.

Now, NightPearl always comes and snuggles up to him, which makes his heart progressively slow down. God, what kind of demon did he come to live with to leave him like this? He would embarrass himself by the end of the year at this rate. Damn Gawain for having sounds so- NO! He couldn't think that! They are just tentmates, nothing more. Lancelot would curse Venus and Cupid before going to sleep, they are two motherfuckers for doing this to him.

 And on his worst days, Lancelot would have an unwanted dream about those sounds. But the gods know he would rather cut his own tongue out than say that to anyone.

for data: Venus=Aphrodite; Cupid=Eros.

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OH MY GOD @lancedoncrimsonwings! YOU PLANNING GIVING ME A HEART ATTACK?!

Ugh, i hate i can't do more than Just like when I'm in my classes, cause damn i wanted to coment or reblog, but i couldn't cause i was in class! Anyways. I loved every single detail on this! It's absolutely perfect! And the clothes e paint detail? Briliant!

This remind me i actually have a dance head-canon for the Sky folk that i actually did write, Just like the Ash folk one i did a good time ago, i Just forgot to post It.

I can post It and tag you If you want tough.

And sweetie you're doing an amazing job, I'm loving to read anything you write. At this point i feel like a starved man who was gifted with a feast.

My pencil is blunt and I can find neither a sharpener nor an eraser but sketching some attire for Lancelot!

I had the idea that Lancelot would be given one of Gawain's old Aketons but that he'd be unlikely to give up the cloak and sword belt. I decided that he would wear a pair of bracers like these I used to make;

But potentially in black and grey, black and red, or maybe even black and green...

And that he'd start wearing a fabric sash at his waist under his belt scabbard when with the Fey, partially to protect still healing wounds from the weight of the swordbelt, partially to be more Fey in his attire, perhaps something like this, from the Witcher 3;

Initially I thought the sash could just be grey, but now I think it will be in the old colours of his Ashfolk clan to remember them!

... now to decide what those colours actually are. Maybe red or orange and grey...? (Like fire/burning/ash)

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.