Greek Child's Play

Knight, naked and dirty from running in the woods for several months talking to a local hermit: so yeah, therapy has been going really well for me recently

Turned Mary Oliver's poem, Wild Geese, into a picture book!

A personal project for the summer.

The Terror | 1963 | dir. Roger Corman

Camlann Pod is just a little over halfway to its goal! If you're looking for a fresh, queer Arthurian story this is for you. Check it out and donate to their Ko-Fi because you're going to want a season 2!

LIVESTREAM MARATHON - THIS SATURAY 30TH NOVEMBER!

Come help us raise money for season 2 of Camlann by tuning in to our twelve hour marathon on the @tincanaudio Twitch channel!

There'll be 27 prizes available, including the only Camlann merchandise currently in existence: 9 posters with our show art, and 9 custom campfire patches made by our very own Ross McFarlane, as well as 9 hardback copies of Ella's TTRPG Upriver, Downriver thanks to the generous support of @macguffinandco.

Plus! We're going to be joined by amazing guests from all across the podcast landscape, joining us to chat about folklore, mythology and much much more. These guests will include: Motzie from @hinaypod, @laurenshippen, Eira from @hangingslothcentral, Cat from The Call fo Cthulhu Mystery Programme, Gabriel and Sarah from Wolf 359, Marc from Archive 81, Steve from Old Gods of Appalachia, Joe from Midnight Burger, Richard from Visionaries, and Eleanor and Martin from the Three Ravens podcast!

And of course, the cast and crew will be there to chat and joke along as we relisten to series one of Camlann, with an episode on the hour every hour from 3pm GMT.

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Keep the fires burning.

imagine being the cuck in ur own story for centuries and then all it takes is a magic twink with drinkable eyes and all of a sudden there’s thousands of stories where you’re the main love interest, getting it in every which way. happened to my friend arthur pendragon

I saw a fanart by @alisaall_comic on instagram and couldn’t resist redrawing it with Merlin

Irish megalithic sites illustrated by Paul Blades.

Reblog if you love Gwen

arthurian gothic

there is scratching in the woods. they tell you it is the questing beast. you’ve never seen the questing beast. you don’t even know what it is.

a knight introduces himself. he is a cousin of gawain. you have never heard of him, but no one thinks anything of it.

there is something wrong with the lake. everyone whispers that there is something wrong with the lake. no one will say what.

everyone keeps telling you the queen is the most beautiful woman in the world, but you can’t get past her eyes. they are dead.

there are footsteps in the hall. there are always footsteps in the hall. there are not always people.

you have never seen the king. some say he is the man in velvet. some say he is a war hero. some say he is a sad old man. he is a roman, someone tells you. another one insists angrily that he is a knight. a third says he is gone.

no one sits in one of the chairs at the round table. you ask if you can sit down. a knight crosses himself.

you are on a horse. you can’t remember how long you’ve been riding. “where are we going?” you ask. “on a quest.” it is always a quest.

the queen is no longer the most beautiful woman in the world. there is another girl, under the pavilion in the forest. her eyes are black.

the red coat of arms on the back of a chair has been removed. there is a different coat of arms, now, and a new knight sits. no one remembers the old one.

castle carbonek is beautiful, they tell you, but be careful. you see a door cracked open. the light that streams through blinds you.

you are speaking with a woman who insists she is elaine, but you know better. elaine was a different woman yesterday. all the women are elaine.

you see a telescope in the castle. you are confused. you have never seen anything like it, but they insist it has been here since the time of the romans.

one of the knights is missing. you ask what has happened, but all anyone will tell you is that it was a fit of madness. he is back the next day.

there is blood on the rose bushes outside the queen’s window. they are trampled.

everyone wears black in may. you ask why everyone is wearing black. no one answers.

Double double toil and trouble

fire burn and cauldron bubble

everybody wants to rule the world