#arthurianetwork

[woozapooza]

oh my god you guys

So apparently sometime between the ages of 17 and 19 (based on the dates when the word document where I found this was 1. created and 2. last modified) I started (but never finished) writing a parody of “You Belong With Me” by Taylor Swift...about Elaine of Astolat? I do have a vague memory of doing this but I had COMPLETELY forgotten about it for YEARS. It’s hardly a work of parodic genius, but I was still delighted to rediscover it. Here are the parts I did finish:

[I never figured out what to do with the chorus or the first half of the second verse]

I kind of want to finish this lol...any ideas for the chorus?

[storytellerknight]

Aw man.  

I have long suspected that I had it in me to get behind the Mordred/Guinevere ship so long as it wasn’t weird (aka it’s not about Arthur and Guinevere isn’t a mother figure to him).  And I am now having to face those hard truths about myself thanks to the Guinevere Deception.  

[scribe-the-write-thing]

WIP Progess as cake-baking

1. Grocery shopping (you have the basic idea, a general sense for the main characters & a few jumbled scenes which you’ll have to sift through)

2.  Scattered Ingredients (You have nailed down the setting, the plot direction, the names of the main characters and an outline)

3. Raw Batter (You’ve combined the  ingredients. You’re steadily working on the first draft and have a few thousand words on it.)

4. Half Baked (Halfway or mostly done. Struggling with how to wrap things up or just feeling unmotivated. At the stage where you are doubting your ‘cake’)

5. Frosting (Done with the first draft, editing in progress or if you’re like me and you edit as you go along then you’re on 5th draft)

6. Taste testing (Looking for betas and feedback)

7. Packaging (You’ve followed the general formatting guidelines and your book baby is ready to be set out to publishers, editors and agents)

Thanks to @ps-nippets for tagging me! Not sure if I’m doing this right but oh well!

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Gonna put it all under a cut since it’s so long. <3

1.) How to Pirate (Raw batter)

Genre: Alternate history, swashbuckler, comedy-drama.

Form: Novel but-- it’s rather episodic at the moment. Like most of my stuff.

POV: Third-person (multiple character’s POVs)

Main characters: Jessamine, Theodor, Cecil.

Synopsis: A world where the pirate republic of Nassau not only survived but thrived as it’s own entity among the chaos. Within the warring seas of the Caribbean, the golden age of piracy continues on with the leaders of Nassau at the helm. Though there’s discontent blooming over how exactly things should be handled. Within the turmoil of a Caribbean divided, three individuals attempt to survive and find their purpose on the high seas.

2.) Queen of Thieves (Grocery shopping)

Genre: Adventure, fantasy, folktale-based, heist.

Form: Novel, possible anthology.

POV: Third person (Multiple POVs)

Main characters: Robin, Marian, Will. Red.

Synopsis: A retelling of the folktales and legends of Robin Hood. Robin of Locksley is the only heir left to her father's estate after a ravaging war, and, as such, the only heir left to take up the mantle of the green Hood -- a family heirloom passed down throughout a family that has dedicated itself to protecting those preyed upon by the corrupt; that is the code of the Hood, after all. Once, the Locksley family and their sworn brotherhood found themselves next to royalty, now they live forced into hiding, continuing out their work from the shadows.

3.) Strings (Between grocery shopping and scattered ingredients)

Genre: Crime, dark romance,

Form: Novel

POV: Third person

Main characters: Bryden, Mercutio

Synopsis: Set in a pseudo-1920s city, determined investigator Bryden Caulfield finds himself digging a little too deep into the case of a lifetime, attracting the attention of the most feared crime family in the city. What begins as an undercover mission gone wrong turns to an obsessive game of cat-and-mouse, and under the thrill of the chase, other, more dubious, feelings begin to arise.

4) The Hollow (working title) (Grocery shopping)

Genre: Mystery, fantasy, paranormal, magical realism

Form: Anthology / generally just a worldbuilding thing

POV: Third-person (I think??)

Main characters: aiming that each little story will follow different characters, but some will be reaccuring~ Still thinking up names.

Synopsis: The Hollow is a town shrouded in mystery. Where exactly it is varies depending upon the year; it has been known to change locations every year or so, disappearing overnight only to reform elsewhere.  It has never been sighted outside of Europe. Though other such towns have been witnessed across the other continents.

The road to the town is a strange one; dirt-track, worn and dusty, a road that seems travelled, perhaps long ago. It is surrounded on both sides by a thick pine forest, seemingly forever shrouded in mist, regardless of the weather or the season. By many, the mist has said to have called to travellers, presenting a soothing call into it’s quiet, a summoning to leave the safety of the road. It is advisable to ignore the call.

Mists are untrustworthy at the best of times, and sometimes the unknown is best left that way.

5) Court of rivals (working title) (was Raw Batter but then I left it out too long and forgot to actually make the cake, so coming back I now have to go get some new ingredients)

Genre: Fantasy, folklore-based, drama, Arthurian.

Form: Anthology -- it’s really just my world to have some fun in with a few Arthurian characters; it might actually become a thing one day.

POV: Third person (multiple POVs)

Main Characters: Arthur, Kay, Morgan, Gwen, Mordred, Galahad, Lancelot, Nimue -- and a few more for one-offs or subplots.

Synopsis: To the outside world, the kingdom of Camelot is a prosperous one -- it’s king strong and capable, and the prince a worthy heir to the throne; one who will continue the greatness brought through generations of the Pen Draig bloodline. However, life at within the walls of the castle for those most deeply involved is far from noble; the court of Camelot is a nest of vipers, deadly and inescapable and, as tensions mount and prophecies of old come to light once again, those caught in the chaos find that they must do whatever it takes to survive.

So yeah I’m trying to get to working on all of these again.

As for who I tag, and ofc only if you want to: @the-musings-of-michael, @cawolters @touchingmadness

[libris46]

Cautiously optimistic for this (bit worried about the cursed bit I guess, tv can never get Nimue/Lady of the Lake quite right)

@fuckyeaharthuriana @arthurian-mythia

[palespring]

♛ Morgan le Fay + quotes {8/ ∞}

“’Don’t lose your role,’ Mordred warns. ‘This woman is not worth that. Why bother reasoning with her? You cannot reason with a monster. Morgan le Fay understands neither logic nor reason. She is the fire she uses—unstoppable and destructive.’ I lunge at the bars. Mordred backs away effortlessly just as I nearly claw his eyes out. Mordred smiles at my outstretched hand before he turns away. “You see, Mr. Ambrosius. Morgan le Fay is a caged beast. She can only be beaten or killed—she won’t obey.”

Sword (Le Fay Series - Book Two) - Realm Lovejoy

[lucrezianoin]

I am going to do it

I am going to buy The Grail Prince by McKenzie

wish me luck

[queeringcamelot]

@benignmilitancy introduced me to Cwyllog and the New Headcanon is that she and Guinevere retired to convent life TOGETHER and I NEED to see these holy women being adorable CAN SOMEBODY Please sketch this

[scribblingface]

arthurian people: what are some good obscure/lesser known/not often retold stories? can be from well known texts too (I know there are a few overlooked stories in morte d’arthur, etc.)

I’m looking for some inspiration for a current project, and I want stories that I’ve forgotten about or never even heard of!

[bisexualeggy]

Arthurian Smut Cycle

I’m going to give a major, hugh shout out to this graphic novel that just started this year. If any of you (AND I KNOW MOST OF YOU ARE) interested in a queer retelling of Arthruian Legend in graphic novel (NC17 later) form, please consider donating to this lovely human on Patreon. They are doing a phenomnela job and they’ve done so much research into this to make it as historically accurate as a queer retelling can get. 

Again The link to the site you can read chapter 1 and the beginning of chapter 2: http://www.arthuriansmutcycle.com/ Patreon Link: https://www.patreon.com/arthuriansmutcycle Twitter: https://twitter.com/ArthurianSmut

[roundtabletexts]

Ask an Arthurian character

Thought it might be a fun exercise. Send an ask (or a measage if you're using mobile) addressed to one of the Arthurian characters who've appeared in Round Table Texts so far. They'll post abpunlic response sometime later in the week.

[woozapooza]

Imagine being Gwawrddur and going to all that trouble of going to Catraeth and feeding black ravens on the wall of the fortress and then DYING, and then from the afterlife you’re watching Aneirin sing in honor of you and your comrades and he finally gets around to praising you specifically and you’re like “yes!” and then he has to go and ruin it by being like “he wasn’t as good as Arthur though :/”

I would be like

[storytellerknight]

King Arthur Star Wars Style

Chapter Eighteen: A Smuggler’s Ship

Reaching the cockpit, Lynette paused as she stared at the vast darkness of space just outside the window.  Slowly she dropped into the pilot’s seat and started tapping at the console, taking a sensor reading.  Maybe they had simply overshot when they dropped out of hyperspace?  After all, they’d been forced to override the nav computer before making the jump and there were much worse possibilities out there than traveling a little too far.  But if that was the case, why hadn’t Ax turned them around?  Why was he so engrossed in a readout from the navigation computer?

The sensor readings came back without picking up any planets in their immediate vicinity.  There was a small moon with a high output of electromagnetic radiation.  But no planet.

“Ax?” Lynette asked.

“Yeah?” he grunted, all of his attention still on the nav computer.

“Where are we?” Lynette asked.  

Ax shook his head as he finally looked up from the computer.  “Right where we’re supposed to be.”

“No,” Lynette said.  “No, because where we’re supposed to be is at a planet.  There’s no planet here Ax!”

“I don’t know what to tell you!” he snapped back.  “Our course checks out as do the surrounding systems.  By every reading I’ve taken, we are in the Lothian system.  The planet’s just gone.”

“Planets don’t just disappear,” Lynette said.  Ax gave her a look that said he was well aware of this fact but otherwise didn’t have a solution for her.  

"Hey,” Mordred said as he entered the cockpit.  He leaned against the back of Lynette's chair and she looked back to see him staring through the windows of the cockpit.  “What’s going on?  I thought you said we were on approach?  Where’s Lothian?”

“That’s the question,” Lynette muttered, flipping a switch to engage the speaker system throughout the ship.  “Hey, old lady.  Hate to interrupt your nap, but you’re going to want to get up here.”

“It’s gone,” Ax told Mordred as the kid settled into the chair behind Lynette.

“What’s gone?”

“Lothian,” Ax said.  “We’re where it’s supposed to be but it’s not.  It’s gone.”

“How—”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Lynette snapped as Morgan entered the cockpit.  “Oh, good. You’re here.  Slight complication.  We can’t find Lothian.”

Morgan’s face went white as she slowly sat down in the seat behind Ax. “I understand now,” she whispered. “What I felt earlier.”

“What?” Lynette asked, swinging her chair around so she could face the old woman.

“The Empire, they…” Morgan trailed off as she leaned forward and buried her face in her hands.  Lynette shook her head, having gotten the gist of what Morgan was suggesting.

“That’s impossible,” Lynette said.  “Even if the Empire brought in every ship they command, they still wouldn’t have enough fire power to completely destroy a planet.”

“Gaheris said something about a new weapon,” Mordred said softly.  “Do you think this is it?”

“I fear it must be,” Morgan said and silence settled over the cockpit.

“What now?” Lynette finally asked.  

“I’m afraid that depends on your generosity, captain,” Morgan said.  “With Lothian gone, we have no means to pay you.”

“Is there a system near here where I could drop you?” Lynette asked. “Somewhere with friends so you don’t have to rely on another smuggler to get you where you need to go?  Who have money?”

“Strathclyde,” Morgan said after a moment.  “We have friends on Strathclyde.”

“Alright,” Lynette said, turning her chair around to face her console.  “Ax, you want to put in coordinates for Strathclyde. Run the calculations.”

“Aye, lass,” Ax said softly.  

An alarm on the main console sounded.  Lynette looked down, not at all surprised to find a new sensor read out awaiting her.  

“Belay that order, Ax,” Lynette said, bringing the main laser cannons online. She would have preferred the quad cannons, but that would have required either her or Ax going down to the gunnery and Lynette wasn’t willing to pull either of them from the cockpit.  Next to her, Ax booted up the signal jammer so. Nothing was getting out of the Lothian system without the Damsel’s say so.  

“What is it?” Mordred asked.  

“Small fighter,” Lynette said as the ship flew over and past them.  “Ax.”  

“Sublight engines online,” Ax said as he shifted the piloting controls. The Damsel moved forward, chasing after the fighter.  “You flying?”

“No, I’ll shoot it down.”  

“Did it follow us?” Morgan asked.

Lynette shook her head.  “Too small to have its own hyperdrive and I would have known if anything had piggybacked on our lightspeed jump.”

“Likely got lost from its convoy,” Ax said.  

“Or stuck around to see what came looking for Lothian,” Mordred said.  “If they identify us—”

“They won’t,” Lynette said.  “We’ve jammed all transmissions and now we’re going to destroy it.”

“Don’t bother,” Morgan said.  “It’s far out on its own, it’s not going to be getting a transmission through to the Empire anytime soon.  Signal jammer or not.  Our best course of action is to move on to Strathclyde.”

“No,” Lynette said.  “The moon it’s heading for has a high output of electromagnetic radiation.  If it gets in range, it can use that to boost its signal enough to get a transmission out.  Even with our jamming technology.  We have to stop it.”

“High output?” Ax asked after a moment.  “There’s no moon with those characteristics on the navigation chart.”

“What do you mean?” Lynette asked.  “The sensor readings are clear—look.  You can see it up ahead.”

“Lothian had two moons,” Mordred said.  “Why would only one survive the destruction of the planet?”

“It didn’t,” Ax said.  “That's still in orbiting range and anything that was should have been blown out into space when Lothian was destroyed.  That’s not a moon.”

“What else could it possibly be?” Lynette snapped.  

“A space station,” Morgan said.  

“No,” Lynette said with a shake of her head.  “No…that’s too big to be a space station.  It’s—”

“Large enough to house a weapon that could destroy a planet?” Morgan asked.      

Lynette gasped, her eyes widening.  She could see it now.  The distinctly metal frame of the orb in front of them.  In her mind, Lynette imagined the destructive power of a weapon that was comparable in size to the massive behemoth before her.  For the first time in her life, she was actually terrified of the Empire.  Not the type of fear a crook has for the government when they’re going out of their way to break the law.  No, this was a much more primal fear.  The Empire now had the power to destroy her as an afterthought.  If what had happened to Lothian was any indication, it was an action they wouldn’t hesitate to make.

“Ax, get us out of here,” Lynette said.  

The dwarf nodded, fumbling with the piloting controls.  The Damsel started to turn, then jerked back so she was once again in line with the space station.  

“What was that?” Morgan asked.

“Tractor beam,” Lynette said, putting her hands on the piloting controls. “Ax, give her to me.”

Ax flipped the switch that returned control of the ship to Lynette’s console. She could immediately feel the pull of the tractor beam.  The Damsel wanted to go straight and Lynette's attempts to change direction were met with a fierce resistance.”

“Reversing thrusters,” Lynette said, pressing a button.  

“Initiating dispersal pulse…now!” Ax said, pressing a button on his control panel.

The Damsel shot backwards for a second before jerking to a stop.  Then she began to shake as she was one again dragged towards the space station by the tractor beam.

“What happened?” Lynette demanded.  She’d beaten more than enough star destroyers with that trick in the past. It should have gotten them clear.

“Beam’s too big and too wide and we’re in too deep,” Ax said.  “I’m sorry, lass.  We’re not going to be able to pull free of it.”

Lynette cursed and slammed her hands down the console, disengaging the thrusters and powering down the engines.  The shaking stop and the Damsel continued on a slow and steady glide towards the space station.

“You’re giving up?” Mordred asked as Lynette got to her feet.

“Hell no,” Lynette said.  “I’m going down to the quad cannon’s gunnery and I’m going to shoot until I hit something. If we’re lucky it will be the tractor beam.”

Morgan grabbed her hand before she could leave the cockpit.  “You won’t help anyone that way.  At best you’ll get the ship destroyed.  At worst you’ll just make them angry.”

“Well what do you suggest?” Lynette asked.

“This is a smuggler’s ship, is it not?” Morgan asked.  “Why don’t we start there?”

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The door to the war room whooshed open and Ursus stepped inside.  Tiberius was sitting at the head of the table, looking positively giddy.  Ursus forced down a wave of annoyance at being interrupted by the Grand Moff’s latest fancy.  The guards in the detention wing had just injected Prince Gaheris with a cocktail that would hopefully make him more malleable to the mind probe.  He should have been up in the detention wing now, not listening to Tiberius blather on about nothing.

“You’ll never guess what’s happened,” Tiberius said, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hands.

Ursus reached out with the force and did a sweep of the Death Star and the surrounding system.  What he saw he wasn’t quite able to bring himself to believe.  “You caught the ship.”

“Yes!” Tiberius said, clapping his hands together.  “Matches the exact description of the one that left Cornwall three days ago.  We’ve caught it in a tractor beam and it should be brought aboard our fair Death Star within the next few minutes.”

“Why would they come here?”

Tiberius shrugged.  “I’m allowing myself to hope that we were right on the nose when we decided to destroy Lothian.  Prince Gaheris was supposed to return there, after all.  Maybe he was rejoining the rebellion and didn’t even know it.”

“Doubtful,” Ursus said.  

“No, you’re right,” Tiberius said.  “More than likely the rebellion thought the plans would be safer hiding in plain sight on a non-militarized planet like Lothian.  That or it was a transfer point on the way to the rebellion. If Prince Gaheris had made it back to Lothian, no doubt the royal family wouldn’t have wanted for him to stay there long.  Eventually we would have tracked the plans back to him.”

Tiberius glanced at Ursus and laughed.  “Don’t look so glum, my friend.  We retrieved the plans with no real effort on our part.  This is a moment worth celebrating.”

“I’ll wait until we have the plans in hand, if it’s all the same,” Ursus said.

“Oh, I suppose,” Tiberius said, getting to his feet.  “Come along, then.  We might as well greet our guests.  Find out just who has been eluding us these past few days.”

Once in the hanger, they were forced to wait with a battalion of Stormtroopers as the ship was pulled into the Death Star and carefully landed.  Once it was safely on the ground, a company of troopers rushed it.  They pulled open the gangplank and disappeared inside.  Minutes later, the leader stepped off the ship an approached Tiberius and Ursus.

“It’s empty, sir,” the trooper said and Tiberius groaned.  “Ship’s log indicate it was abandoned immediately after takeoff.”

“Escape pods?” Ursus asked.

“All jettisoned,” the trooper said.      

“Droids?” Tiberius asked.  He sounded desperate.

The trooper shook his head.  “We suspect this is a decoy, sir.”

“When I find the person behind these games and misdirects,” Tiberius growled.

“That may be sooner than you think,” Ursus said.  He felt…something.  He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.  Memories stirred in the dark crevices of his mind but couldn’t quite pull themselves together into a coherent thought.  Whatever this was, he was intimately familiar with it.  It had just been so long since it had crossed his path that it had faded from memory.

“Bring a scanning crew aboard,” Ursus said.  “Leave no panel unopened.  Break it down if you have to.”

“You think they’re still onboard?” Tiberius asked.  

“I think it’s worth investigating,” Ursus said.  “Giving up and casting the ship back out into space gets us nowhere. At the very least, there may be a clue to their next move or the rebel hideout…”  He trailed off, his focus drawn back to the Stormtroopers before him. “Now!”

“You heard him,” Tiberius said cheerfully.

“Yes, sir,” the Stormtroopers said, saluting Ursus and Tiberius before jogging off to do the job that was asked of him.  

“Come now, Ursus,” Tiberius said, grabbing his arm and guiding him away from the ship.  Away from the feeling of familiarity.  “Let’s leave them to do their jobs.  Our talents are best served elsewhere.”

“Prince Gaheris,” Ursus rumbled.  He had an interrogation to get back to.

“Eventually,” Tiberius said.  “But first, the Emperor wants a live report on the weapon’s test and I need you with me for that.”

“Is now really the best time?” Ursus asked, thinking about the cocktail that had been administered to Prince Gaheris.  He was losing his window for an effective session with the mind probe.

“Yes, now,” Tiberius said.  “We can slip in the news about the decoy ship in around our report and hopefully he’ll be so pleased with the progress of the weapon he won’t care that the plans have slipped completely out of our hands.  And if we’re lucky, we’ll be able to tell me we have a new lead.  Either way, Ursus.  It’s a win for us.”

“I see,” Ursus said, pausing outside the lift to glance back at the ship. That feeling of familiarity continued to tickle at his mind.  He wanted to stay in the hanger so he would know what the scanner found the moment they found it.  He wanted this feeling explained away as soon as possible.

Tiberius cleared his throat and Ursus obediently stepped into the lift with him.      

[fuckyeaharthuriana]

arthurian media coming soon (?)

It's getting harder to find new arthurian media without the imdb character function, but here's some!

No new information, as far as I know on  The Warlord Chronicles by Bernard Cornwell maybe chosen for a tv show [x]

A new Netflix series by Frank Miller, where Nimue is the main character [x]

Galahad movie (I can see a sneak peak of the plot from the google search and it says "removed from Camelot to a futuristic realm and forced to battle against the greatest fighters of all time or see everything he has come to love") [x]

Mordred movie, which has a trailer already [x] and from their website it looks like they are editing it 

The Sword in the Stone action movie is moving forward and now has a director [x]

The webseries The Campaign for Camelot is ongoing so expect new episodes! [x]

Also! Kaamelott is still in the making (the movie) so hopefully we’ll have news on that as well!

And for a sad news, The Librarians has been cancelled, so there won’t be any season 5 or more arthurian exploration in that!

Plus: of course, I don’t have to write it, but we all now the Guy Ritchie’s franchise idea is dead!

[scribe-the-write-thing]

Anything you guys want?

Major writers block atm so ideas are good. I'm down for requests tbh.

Preferably Galahad x Mordred but anything is gr8

Just need to feel creative again.

[ancelstierre]

8-part paranormal thriller series called “Pendragon”?

Has anyone heard about this? There's only a pretty empty imdb page and a Facebook account.

"Another Aegis project heating up right now is Pendragon - our 8-part paranormal thriller series currently with HBO. Follow Scotland Yard's Jude Pendragon, descendant of King Arthur, as he is stalked by an ancient darkness that plagued the King as well. We all know what became of Arthur - will that same fate befall Jude as well?" (post from August 2016)

On the Facebook it says that shooting will be in the UK in 2017. There’s also a more detailed plot summary on the website of the production company where the series is described as “True Detective meets Penny Dreadful”.

Definitely sound like it’s another arthurian project different from that FOX ‘Camelot’ police procedural drama that’s also in development.