#prince gawain of Orkney

[marthalmary]

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Aurelianus the second

Bedivere (sitting)

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[eldest-sibling-tournament]

eldest sibling tournament

here is the bracket for the eldest sibling tournament!

since round one contains 32 matches, it will be split into two parts. the polls for round 1, part 1 will begin tomorrow, march 17th, at 11am EDT.

this post will be updated throughout the tournament with links to the polls! feel free to submit propaganda through asks/submissions/reblogs/tags; i'll try to post/rb all of it.

all polls can be found at #tournament poll

round 1, part 1 | round 1, part 2 | round 2 | round 3 | quarterfinals | semifinals | final round | bonus polls

full list of original matchups under the cut!

left side of bracket, top to bottom:

Sokka (Avatar: the Last Airbender) vs Kate Sharma (Bridgerton)

Dmitri Fyodorovich Karamazov (The Brothers Karamazov) vs Tina Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Jane Bennet (Pride and Prejudice) vs Robb Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones)

Raphael Hamato (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) vs Wendy Darling (Peter Pan)

Nani Pelekai (Lilo and Stitch) vs Meg Murry (A Wrinkle in Time)

Itachi Uchiha (Naruto) vs Wirt (Over the Garden Wall)

Meg March (Little Women) vs Jesse Cosay (Infinity Train)

Kendall Roy (Succession) vs Anthony Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

Declan Lynch (The Raven Cycle/The Dreamer Trilogy) vs Elphaba Thropp (Wicked)

Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things) vs Franziska von Karma (Ace Attorney)

Candace Flynn (Phineas and Ferb) vs Gawain of Orkney (Arthuriana)

Shigeo "Mob" Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100) vs Fitzwilliam Darcy (Pride and Prejudice)

Jiang Yanli (Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed) vs Violet Parr (The Incredibles)

Boromir (Lord of the Rings) vs Bianca di Angelo (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

Mycroft Holmes (Sherlock Holmes) vs Elsa (Frozen)

Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs Tzeitl (Fiddler on the Roof)

right side of bracket, top to bottom:

Maedhros (The Silmarillion) vs Justin Russo (Wizards of Waverly Place)

Elektra (Oresteia) vs Louis de Pointe du Lac (Interview with the Vampire)

Buffy Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs Kai Smith (Ninjago)

Connor Roy (Succession) vs Callum (The Dragon Prince)

Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games) vs Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Sophie Hatter (Howl's Moving Castle) vs Cain (The Book of Genesis)

Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid) vs Jazz Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Violet Baudelaire (A Series of Unfortunate Events) vs Isabela Madrigal (Encanto)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural) vs Rodya Raskolnikov (Crime and Punishment)

Thor Odinson (The Marvel Cinematic Universe) vs Éponine Thénardier (Les Misérables)

Edyn Tidestrider (Just Roll With It) vs Maddie Buckley (9-1-1)

Fiona Gallagher (Shameless) vs Gregor Samsa (The Metamorphosis)

Vi (Arcane) vs Tadashi Hamada (Big Hero 6)

Peter Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia) vs Vera Rostova (War and Peace)

Mako (The Legend of Korra) vs Sarah Williams (Labyrinth)

Dick Grayson (DC Comics) vs Julie Molina (Julie and the Phantoms)

[sir-borre]

Yvain, the Knight of the Lion

Max Baldry - Prince Yvain of Gore

Emilia Clarke - Lady Laudine

Olivia Cooke - Lady Lunete

Charlie Vickers - Sir Calogrenant

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau - Sir Gawain of Orkney

Katie McGrath - Queen Morgana of Gore

Chris Pine - King Arthur of Britain

Gene Tierney - Queen Guinevere of Britain

Peter Sellers - Sir Kay

[caer-gai]

Presenting Crown Prince Gawain of Norway, Lothian, and Orkney☀️😏💚

[sanddef]

How Sir Lancelot met with King Arthur and Sir Gawain, and how war was decided.

1522 words

“Which of you did it?”

The hall went silent. The drab colors of a dove make the thing blend into the background. Perfectly still, break the silhouette, it becomes just another piece of noise. Gawain, in plain clothes, without his armor or family colors, was pulling off a similar effect. Like a nervous bird, he twitched in place, cocked his head. Lancelot would have thought he was nervous, that is, if his eyes weren’t so deadly focused. 

Arthur, to his credit, cleared his throat, seeming to regret taking the man with him. Tensions were high enough, what with his former champion and wife sitting across the table. “Gawain, this isn’t for-”

“I want to know,” Gawain cut him off. The fire crackled, a log fell sending a gust of embers up into the air. The damned castle just wouldn’t get warm. Lancelot had done all he could and still, the cold seemed to leak through every stone.

Was Joyous Gard ever befitting of its name? Perhaps once. Perhaps Lancelot would be too young to remember. Had Arthur ever been here in its heyday? Did he sit at Lancelot’s father’s table, share a story and good food and drink? Did Gawain? Young, reckless, brimming with energy that time hadn’t quite tempered but reshaped into something versatile and sharp. A hook that Lancelot felt in his heart now, Gawain’s eyes hadn’t left him since he had arrived. 

Lionel’s hand was on his sword. For all Lancelot’s pleading, he would not be persuaded to maintain the illusion of a peaceful meeting. Bors had conceded to him, but said he would be looking for the first sign of trouble.

“At the very least, I will protect your queen.”

Yes. A queen of very little now, but Lancelot’s queen always and forever. Lancelot and his kin finally stepped into their long-neglected kingships, and the phrase King Lancelot seemed foreign on his tongue. At the very least Arthur looked uncomfortable saying it.

“I want to know which of you killed my brothers,” Gawain repeated, was never one to back down.

“Does that really matter?” Arthur’s voice rang hollow now. The years were starting to catch up to him.

“I think it matters.” Gawain looked at Guinevere, Bors, Lionel, Lancelot. “I think my brothers were about the only thing in the world that mattered and I want to know which of you killed them. I want to know whose sword, whose hands.”

“Mine.” Lancelot spoke before Lionel could stop him, “Gawain- I’m sorry. If I had recognized them I wouldn’t have.”

“If you had recognized them it wouldn’t have mattered.” Gawain hissed, “Brave Sir Lancelot, dear agent of chivalry, my little Gareth would never raise a sword against you. I know he didn’t.”

Lancelot didn’t look at Bors, but he felt his eyes on him. The whole event was a blur, Lancelot honestly couldn't remember a thing. Bors had told him that the boy had nearly cut his arm off and Bors defended himself. This was just before he had informed him that he was dead. 

Lancelot didn’t care if he believed him. Gareth was dead regardless.

Arthur seemed to be losing hope that this diplomatic mission would do anything to prevent outright war. He let Gawain speak.

“Agravain hated you, Lancelot, I suppose you took your revenge on him. Or was it one of your kin? Indeed, I imagine neither of them have hands as unclean as yours.” Gawain’s eyes landed on Guinevere, “And all this for you, my lady. I pray to God nobody ever loves me that much.”

Guinevere looked him dead on. Lancelot hoped it was just nerves making his heart beat that way.

“You’ll turn to war, prince of Orkney? Gawain, people are going to die.” She said.

He opened his mouth to respond. Arthur stepped in, seeming relieved to get a word in edgewise, “I fail to see any other option. You kill my kin, steal my wife, I would be a fool not to respond.”

“We have nothing to offer you in recompense.” Lionel spoke up, “Everything we had was yours. Everything we have now I would rather not give up, especially if you can’t keep your nephew on a leash.”

Gawain snarled, pushing his chair back from the table, “You’re happy to say that armed, aren’t you?”

Lionel shrugged and didn't waver. Despite years of bad blood between the two men, Lionel was one of the few people Gawain could never manage to faze. Lancelot respected him for it. 

“We’re in exile.” Bors said, “Surely that’s enough. We’ll never bother you again.”

“And l just go home and tell my baby brother that our family died for nothing?” Gawain was shaking, Lancelot had never seen him so unraveled. “Damn you all. I’ll see you on the field. This doesn’t end until one of us is dead, Lancelot.”

He stormed out of the room, knocking over a chair and slamming the door as he left. Lancelot knew he wouldn’t wait for anyone, would mount Gringolet and be halfway back to Camelot in a day. He would begin rallying the troops, his golden tongue wouldn’t fail him there, and by the time Arthur returned the decision would have been made.

What a farce. War was certain the moment Guinevere was put at the stake.

Arthur just sat, looking down at the table. He hadn’t flinched when Gawain stood. He was not even particularly bothered by the way the decision had been made; waves of fate just swept him this way and that. No amount of plotting could prevent providence. The waves had delivered Mordred to safety long ago.

“Arthur, are you alright?” Guinevere asked, her face softened.

“I was just thinking how long it’s been since outright war.” Arthur said, gesturing to the empty space Gawain left behind, “How last time I was only a child. Allied with your fathers, against his. Old Bors and Ban, I pray they don’t see us now.”

“Has it really come to this?” Lancelot asked. He wasn’t expecting an answer. Hector would be finished taking inventory in an hour, the letters would be sent out, alliances made, and resources collected. Lancelot would lead his men into battle and hopefully never meet Arthur’s eyes again.

“I pray I don’t see you out there.” Arthur said, thinking the same way. “I pray if we must die, it would be a stray arrow, a squire’s javelin. I’m too old and tired to fight a former friend.”

“I don’t want to fight Gawain.” Lancelot said, thinking of the sword he had left in his room. He knew Gawain was well aware of the inscription on the hilt. Based on how he was acting, he didn’t seem to care.

“I know you love him.”

“Of course I love him.” Lancelot said, “Most of us in this room love him.”

“It’s remarkable,” Bors said, leaning back, “That you should continue loving one who hates you so grievously.”

“No amount of hate could make me stop loving him.”

The streams of Logres rushed by, interrupted by the striking of hooves. A still lake’s surface rippled. Waves at Orkney’s shore beat on. Somewhere, Rome was falling. Morgause’s two remaining sons would be deputies, and war would be at France’s borders in a matter of days. For all Lancelot knew, Mordred was already preparing.

Arthur finally stood, like an old, brittle tree, he had been hollowed out, but would quietly wait for his final storm. He looked to Guinevere, she looked back at him.

“I won’t be seeing you again.” He said, “You were a good queen.”

“But not a good wife. You were a good friend.” She replied.

Arthur smiled drily. “Lancelot, you would do well to take her advice. She knows the field well. I will miss having her as counsel.”

Once upon a time, Guinevere had been raised to be a king too. It was easy to forget until her expertise was needed.

“I have preparations to make. I’ll need to fill your seats at the table.” Arthur thought out loud, before wincing. The irony of having to take his pick from the Queen’s Knights wasn’t lost on him.

He left without another word. Seems the time for courtly pleasantries is finally over.

Bors touched Lancelot’s shoulder until he looked at him, “Do you think he hates us?”

Lionel snorted, “He has every reason to.”

“He just seemed- well he’s an odd sort.”

“It doesn’t really matter.”

“He does.” Guinevere broke in. “He’s never been the type to show it.”

“Not like Gawain.” Lionel said, “He’s going to give us trouble, that witch’s son.”

“He’s not going to poison us.” Lancelot said, “He would want to fight me.”

Bors frowned, “Even though he knows-”

“It doesn’t matter to him whether he lives or dies.” Lionel’s eyes widened in realization, “Dear lord.”

Leagues away, Gawain was riding. The scar at the back of his neck ached. It might be time to retire the sword and return to his weapon of choice; take the green axe off the mantle. To hell with what it symbolized, Gawain wanted something heavy. Besides, shame and pride mean nothing to a dead man. 

[theredandwhiteknight-if]

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

For everyone? 👀

Oooh that’s a good one

Guinevere- Guinevere hopes to be remembered as a great Queen who did good things for Camelot. She puts a lot of effort into ruling and trying to keep some order and safety on the chaos of Camelot and would appreciate being credited for it. Mostly, she wants to be remembered as more than just Arthur’s wife.

Gawain- Gawain doesn’t care much for legacy, he’s focused only on the now, but if he had to be remembered, he’d like to be remembered as a respected, honorable, and loyal knight. He also hopes his family always remembers him as a good and loving big brother.

Galehaut- Galehaut wants to most be remembered as a grand and loving king who protected his people. He would like to be remembered less for his fearsomeness as a warrior and more for his gentleness as a ruler.

Morgan- Morgan doesn’t care a lot about being remembered either. She’s gotten used the the fairies habit of being forgotten by humans. She does hope her son remembers her fondly so she at least can remember there are some parts of the human world that care about her.

Agravaine- Agravaine doesn’t really care about what most people think of them (really they’re just used to being disliked and so have grown slightly numb to it). They would just like to be remembered fondly by their loved ones, even Gaheris (they would never admit that though). Their biggest fear is that they truly are unloved by everyone around them.

Sybil- As a fairy, Sybil doesn’t really want to be remembered by most people. They’d prefer to go down in obscurity. At most, they’d like to be remembered on a personal level as a good friend or as a helpful person to strangers. They’ve always prided themselves of simply trying to be kind above being grand.

Arthur- Arthur at the beginning more than anything wants to be remembered as a conquerer. As the kind of conqueror-king that people write about analyzing their tactics and skills.

Galahad- Galahad would not say it because they feel it would be too prideful, but a part of them would like to be remembered as a saintly figure or martyr. They’ve spent all their life working towards one goal, they can’t help but hope they’ll be remembered as the one good enough to achieve the grail.

Mordred- In the beginning, Mordred just hopes to be known as a knight good enough to match their siblings. After the reveal of their parentage and apparent fate, they just don’t want to be remembered as a villain and usurper. If just feels cruel to them that they be condemned for something they feel they won’t have a choice in. Though they don’t hold much hope for it.

Kay- Kay doesn’t care much how he’s remembered, but he hope Camelot is remembered as being in a grand state during his time running it.

Bedivere- Bedivere hope to be remembered as a loyal and brave friend to their loved ones and a good commander to their knights and Camelot.

Bors- Bors hopes he will successfully take back his families stolen lands and be remembered for it.

Tristan- Tristan hopes to be remembered as a good knight and musician. After falling for Isolde, she just hopes to be remembered as part of a grand romance.

Gaheris- Gaheris just wants to be remembered as a good and loyal prince of Orkney who did his late father proud.

Gareth- Gareth hopes to be remembered as a grand knight on par with their hero Lancelot.

Aglovale- Aglovale just hope his family is remembered positively and that their feud with the Orkneys in forgotten.

Lamorak- Lamorak wants to be remembered as an impressive knight and good lover. He doesn’t much care about legacy.

Percival- Percival hopes they’re remembered for their piety and chivalry and that it inspires others.

Dinadan- Dinadan thinks legacy is silly and just wants people to remember their jokes with happiness.

Ywain- Ywain hopes to be remember as a good ruler of Gorre. And while he wouldn’t say it out loud, a part of him fears Morgan may forget him as a fairy and so hopes she’ll always remember and love him.

Morien- Morien just wants to bring her mother honor and wants be remembered as the one who avenged their dishonor.

[queenmorgawse]

on gawain, and the death of king pellinore.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. this is a drabble based on gradalis, an arthurian legend retelling you can read in english here and in french here, as well as an extrapolation on an event that happened well before the story's current events. as such, it may get contradicted by future episodes, but you know what? screw it. gawain time.

edit : as of episode 83, this is no longer canon, but i enjoyed writing it, so fuck it, it stays.

As the blood of her father's killer pooled at her feet, all Gawain could think was : it is done.

There was no saving Pellinore. She'd felt her blade rip through steel and bone and tender flesh, tearing his chest open. A young man would have been felled by such a blow, and the king of Listenoise was no longer young.

A guttural scream pierced through the air. Lamorak. Pellinore's second son leaped over the wooden barrier as if it were nothing, murder in his eyes. Gawain watched him close in on her, too dazed to move. If he did reach her, she noted, he would wring her neck with his bare hands. She was older and stronger than him, but she was tired to her bones, and bleeding from a half-dozen wounds beside. He would close his hands around her throat and choke the breath from her.

All this happened in a fraction of a second—then Kay was between them, tackling Lamorak to the ground and holding him down as the boy kicked and struggled like a beast in a trap. It could have been a minute or ten, but finally Lamorak's hoarse shouts grew quieter, slowly replaced by long, wracking sobs.

She'd never cried like that, not even for her father's death. She wondered now if she should have.

Past the barrier, she could see prince aglovale, his face white with a sort of grief neither of them could name yet. ( Well, she supposed he was no longer Prince Aglovale ; Galantine had just made him a king. )

As if feeling the weight of her gaze, he looked up. The frost in his eyes chilled her to the bone—she staggered back, and then there was a pair of hands to steady her.

Ger mother smelled the same as she always did, like dried rosemary and sage and the tangy scent of magic. Her perfume cut through the stench of blood and steel, reminding Gawain of childhood days spent at her knee, darting between tables and playing with her toy knights as the queen of Orkney worked miracles.

"My daughter," Morgan whispered, and she could have wept for the sound of it, the relief that threatened to crush her. "You did well. Your father may rest in peace now."

Mama, she tried to say, but her tongue felt like lead, and the words would not come out. Blood dripped down her chin. Red ran in rivulets from her left eye down to her chin, filling her mouth.

Mama, look at him. when I took up my sword, I forgot all about Father. I spilled his blood for you, for you, for you.

"Come," her mother said. Gawain let her turn her face away from the scene. Morgan took her chin between her fingers, staining the tips red. "Let's go home."

[rjalker]

All public domain characters

. Then came many good knights on the side of the castle. Sir Epinogris, the son of the King of Northumberland, and Sir Palomedes the Saracen, and Sir Grummore Grummorsum, a good knight of Scotland, and Sir Brian des Iles, a noble knight, and Sir Carados of the Tower Dolorous, and Sir Tristram, who as yet was not a knight of the Round Table, and many others. But none among them knew Sir Gareth, for he took no more upon him than any mean person. And on King Arthur’s side there came the King of Ireland and the King of Scotland, the noble prince Sir Galahaut, Sir Gawain and his brothers Sir Agravain and Sir Gaheris, Sir Ewaine, Sir Tor, Sir Perceval, and Sir Lamoracke, Sir Lancelot also and his kindred, Sir Lionel, Sir Ector, Sir Bors and Sir Bedivere, likewise Sir Key and the most part of the Table Round. The two queens also, Queen Guinevere and the Queen of Orkney, Sir Gareth’s mother, came with the king.

[ofglories]

   "i would be doing my own king a disservice if i did not ask this question," yvain began after a long, tense silence that occurred once he had managed to cross paths with accolon. as these things go when attempting to avoid each other, they eventually would cross paths. where yvain wore an impassive mask, his eyes shined with the chilliness that he shared with his mother ( unknowingly resembling her more ). his lion however would express what his master would not out of respect, staring the man down.

   "though i won't trouble you for too long or take up too much of your time, sir accolon, but i do have to ensure that you intend to be of aid to us now that we all serve the same reason. or if you may consider plotting a new idea again?" yvain continued, scrutinizing the other man; though the assault and plot to take over camelot came before his joining, he still had a connection to this man, as thin as it is, due to his mother. and he could easily blame this man for his mother's drive to attempt to take his father's life—

   but his papa taught him better than that.

   "once i am certain that you would not cause trouble for the king or our master, then i will leave you in peace."

How fascinating it was to see Morgana's eyes on another's face.

To know that she had had a child? Of course, Accolon knew that she had already had children, this one before him included, before he had even met her. After all, Sirs Gawain, Agravain, and Gaheris had all been her children as well. But not a single one of them looked so similar to their mother as this knight did.

Such dark hair though...

Well, it certainly did wonders to keep Accolon from mistaking Yvain for his mother with an unusual haircut at a distance. Even if a part of him wondered if that was a trait inherited from the knight's father, whoever he may be. In truth the prince had never bothered too much with looking into the backgrounds of the various knights he served with. Some, such as the Orkneys, were obvious. And others such as Lancelot were important to know for later, once he had achieved rule of Camelot. As for the rest?

He hadn't cared all that much.

Golden eyes lazily slid towards the lion, staring at him like the very predator it was as if he were prey. Yvain's cold eyes were much the same, reminding him so much of Morgana with the ice in them. Ah, but he had been asked a question, hadn't he? After a moment's thought Pretender smiled, shrugging a single shoulder.

"Your concern for your king as well as our Master is admirable, Knight of the Lion. But it's unnecessary." Hand pressed to his breast, above his heart with a little bow. A simple show of respect for the other knight. "My ambitions are tempered by Camelot no longer existing. Besides, what would be the point in plotting anything when there's far more people I would be forced to fool? Additionally..."

Accolon hummed, tilting his head in thought as he stood straight.

"I'd never stand a chance against that lion of yours, it would sniff me out in an instant."

And probably maul him for it. Horrible.

[gwalch-mei]

thank you for the tag!!!! i am. not surprised.

“Said Gawain, gay of cheer, ‘Whether fate be foul or fair, Why falter I or fear? What should man do but dare?’” | the eldest prince of orkney, boldest of the knights of the round table. deeply loyal to those which you value most, your loved ones—family and friends alike. you love with such intensity, so much that, when shoved, your love can become rage or even hatred. your temper is a sign of the intensity of your love, so see it not as a weakness—but pay mind to it still, that it does not control you. your companions are lucky to be so fiercely loved. you have a bright and vibrant spirit—burn on, courageous one, and fight for what you believe in, but be blinded not by anger.

tagging but no pressure!!!

@filletedfennysnake @chevaliermalfets @neomedievalist @andalon-historian @flyingboatfortressthingy @enjoyerofstories @thisphantomlight @bottlingsound @a-funeral-pyre

first uquiz!

[corvidfeathers]

Idk if it’s just the translation I have but I think it’s kinda cute gawain is always referred to as “my lord gawain” by the narrative in chretien de troyes’s romances. like, it implies chretien de troyes is personally paying due deference to the rank of a fictional character. A fictional character he spends half his romances dunking on even

[caer-gai]

Winged Orkney AU (part one) (hopefully)

Scraping in at the last second here for Febuwhump day 7 - Suffering In Silence.

Characters: Gawain, Gaheris, Gareth, Aggravain, Lot, Morgause, Mordred

Warnings: Child Abuse, Child abduction, implied physical and emotional abuse

Gaheris was the first to disappear. Gawain had panicked and turned the castle upside down, until Father had put a stop to his search. All Gawain ever learned was that Gaheris had been taken “somewhere he’ll finally be of use”.

He had to stay strong for his remaining brothers. He could not grieve out loud, only in silent sobs and hidden tears. Soon enough he didn’t speak of Gaheris, because it was bound to send Mother into distress, and led Gareth to ask so many questions he shouldn’t.

Or maybe he should have, because Gareth disappeared next. 

Gawain held Aggravain back when the younger tried to jump at their father. He held Mother’s hand while she fell to pieces and watched her wrap her arms around her belly as if that could keep the next child safe. 

It’s been three years now since Aggravain disappeared. No one speaks of the vanished sons of Lot. There are no portraits or tapestries that still depict them. The world has forgotten Gawain’s brothers.

Gawain continues on, ever the promising heir. (Ever the harshest older brother, because maybe, just maybe, if Mordred is cold and cruel enough Father won’t take him away too.) In the public eye he is a flawless prince of steel and cold sunlight.

At night he whispers their names to himself, and clutches his arms about himself as if he could still clutch them close, and cries ever silent tears for his brothers. If they’re really out

[cham-p-on]

Gawain of Orkney: *a chivalrous gentleman with feminist ideals*

Gawain of Orkney: *sweet, dorky personality*

Me:

[ofxavalon-archive]

           ‘ mama, i will look after them. ‘ he was the eldest, that was his responsibility. if they must be taken from orkney, he would leave his mother at least with the knowledge that her sons would be looked after, that he wouldn’t let anything happen to them. ‘ they will be safe, and you will see them again. ‘

@adharigh​

[venusinmyrrh]

top five princes of orkney.

what, in order??

1. Agravain. he’s tall, mean, and has oldest sibling syndrome, and I like that.

2. Gaheris. he’s just tall and mean. I like that too.

3. Gawain. he is the actual sun and so irrevocably owns a piece of real estate in my heart, but is knocked down from the top spot out of sheer jealousy. everyone and their mom wants to get with him, so liking him too much would completely ruin my not-like-other-girls complex. this is not his fault, and I don’t care.

4. Gareth. what a nice boy. he’d make a nice man someday for someone who’s not as mean as me.

5. Mordred. unfortunately, that brand of daddy issues is both above my pay grade and not my cup of tea.

ask me my top 5 anything!