#the lancelot bit was so funny to me and only me

[peppermint-jade]

I am the target audience for Doctor Who: Legends of Camelot

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[eddiesxangel]

Take Me to the Lakes | E.M x Reader ~ 4/6

CW: Oral (f receiving), more angst, classism? 18+ only

wc: 5.2k

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You woke up extra bright and early the following day with a smile. As you opened your eyes, the memories of last night came flooding back to mind. Even though it was only 6:00 a.m., you walked to the showers with an extra pep. 

The steamy memories of last night flooded your mind, and even with the ice-cold water hitting your body, it couldn’t wash away the heat of Eddie’s touch. It was like he was burned into your skin, the way his calloused fingertips glided over you, how he gripped your hair, how he gave you the most earth-shattering orgasm. 

Your body craved him, you missed him, and you wished you could have slept next to him and had him hold you all night long. Everything you had wanted for so long was finally at your fingertips. You just had to reach out and grab it. 

Reality finally hit you when you shivered; you could no longer bear the icy water. The bitter morning air made everything that much colder, and the dilemma of having something that would cover all of the love bites Eddie gave you was coming to the forefront of your mind. 

You knew you would swim today and chose your baby blue one-piece suit. It covered everything on your stomach but was a different story from the chest up. 

The highest cut tops you owned were crewnecks and hoodies; there was no chance you’d wear a hoodie all day when the forecast was 30°C + weather. So you opted for your forest green Camp Murdock crewneck tee. It didn’t cover half of the love bites Eddie had made, but it was the best you could do without dying from heat stroke. You paired the shirt with some high-waisted light wash cut-off jean shorts. They made your ass look fantastic, and you wanted Eddie to be drooling over you. 

You slowly forgot about your salacious affairs from the previous night as you focused on picking up Eddie a coffee, like every morning. You knocked on the door thrice before entering.

“I hope everyone is decent,” you giggled, entering the cabin.

To your surprise, it was empty, so you walked back to the mess hall with the two cups of coffee in hand and joined the other girls at your usual table, and you took a seat beside Nancy.

“Have you seen the guys yet?” You asked. 

“Missing lover boy already?” Cassie teased. 

“Maybe.” you smile. 

“Here they come,” Robin pointed to them as they came from across the room.

You see Eddie's fist, and Steve, Billy, and Ashton are trailing behind him. They were making their way to the serving counter, and you caught Eddie’s eye and gave a small wave. He smiles and winks at you, and you swear your heart has stopped beating.

You turned back, unable to hide your facial expressions, and the girls started to mock you.

“Oh, Eddie, I love you so much; you’re handsome and funny.” Robin batted her eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. 

Nancy chimed in after, making the most obscene moans unbothered that we were in a room full of people. “Oh, Eddie!! Fuck me harder, you have the biggest coc—” She was cut off by someone clearing their throat. 

Your heads whipped around to see all four guys standing with jaws hanging open, but Eddie stood there with the biggest shit-eating grin.

“Good morning, ladies.” He chuckled and sat down beside you. The rest of them walked over to sit down on the other side.

“Morning,” you and the girls mumbled, a bit embarrassed by their actions. 

Eddie leaned into you and whispered a “Good morning, beautiful” under his breath so no one else heard. A shiver ran up your spine as you felt his warm breath hit your ear. 

“So, uh, the fuck was that all about?” Billy asked, bringing up the elephant in the room. 

“What do you mean?” Cassie innocently asked. 

“You know exactly what he means.” Ashton chimed in. 

“Nancy, you’re the one fucking Ed?” Billy accused. 

“What?! Absolutely not! No offence, Lancelot,” She defended.

“Non-taken,” he laughed, and a discreet hand trailed up your back, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“But you know who is?” Billy questioned. 

“Maybe, but it’s not for us to tell.” Robin’s eyes trailed to you as she spoke, making all the guys, including Eddie, look at you. 

Would Eddie be mad you shared details about last night? 

“I’m hungry. Who’s hungry? Clover? Moose? Oh! Eddie, here is your coffee.” Trying to deflect, you passed over the coffee to him but accidentally tipped it, dumping it all over you. 

The coffee was still scolding hot; your first reaction was to stand and take the burning material off your body, knowing your bathing suit would still keep you modest. 

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” You apologized to Eddie.

 While still looking down at your arms to make sure there was no burn forming it was weirdly silent at the table, so I look up to staring eyes from all the guys. 

“Well, that didn’t take long to figure out.” Steve laughed under his breath. 

“What?” You question him.

“I knew I was right!” Ashton cheered and leaned over the table to give Eddie a high-five. 

“What?” You asked again.

“Bambi,” Nancy whispers to you while circling her chest with her pointer finger. 

Your hands instinctively shoot up to cover yourself as much as possible. 

Eddie takes off his flannel and drapes it over your shoulders, not that it dose anything more, but the gesture is nice. 

“Guess the cat is out of the bag.” Eddie wraps an arm around your shoulder and leans in to kiss you on the temple.

“Fucking finally, guys, it took you long enough.” Steve smiled.

“Jesus, dude, we thought you were marked up pretty bad; you fucking wrecked her.” Ashton laughed.

You buried your head into Eddie’s shoulder, but that only exposed the hickeys more because my hair fell behind your shoulders.

Billy abruptly got up and stormed off from the table without a word. 

“What was that all about?” Robin asked. 

“He’s butt hurt, is all; he’ll get over it.” Ashton shook his head, finally diving into his breakfast. 

You felt a little bad for Billy, but you told him time and time again that it was never going to happen. 

Eddie pulls you closer, hugging you tightly from the side. 

“Sorry, Princess. I couldn’t help myself.” He gives you four little pecks on your cheeks before standing up to get more napkins for the forgotten coffee that spilled on the table.

“Oh, gross. Please don’t tell me you’ll be that couple now.”  Robin rolled her eyes. 

“No, don’t worry, we won’t be like that during work hours; there is no way I’m losing this job.” You laughed, shaking your head. 

-

Due to your different schedules today, you didn’t see Eddie much after breakfast, but you ran into Billy again while swapping activities at the arts and crafts station. 

“So, you and Edward.” He said his name with so much venom in his voice. 

“Yeah, we, uh, it just kind of happened.” You stray your eyes, not wanting to look at him. 

You hated that you were the reason he felt this way. Sure, he’s been an ass, but he was still your friend, the guy from the last summer is still in there somewhere. 

“Well, whatever.” He bumped your shoulder as he passed you.

“Hey!” You yelled at him, but he kept sulking. 

“Coyote!” You grabbed his shoulder so he could turn around. 

“I don’t know what your problem is, but I told you repeatedly that this would never happen." You point between you and him, "I’m sorry, but we will only ever be just friends.”

Billy rolled his eyes and stomped off like a child. 

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Steve approaches you,

“Don’t worry about him; he’ll get over it. He’s only upset because you chose Eddie over him. It’s not like he’s in love with you. He just wanted to get his dick wet.” 

“You sure about that? He seems hurt?” you questioned. 

“Yeah, don’t sweat it, Bambi; watch by this time tomorrow. He will be going after Heather or Veronica.” he laughed. 

“If you say so…” I still was unsure but couldn’t let this Billy thing hang over your head; it wasn’t your fault.

-

To say Eddie is infatuated with you is an understatement.

Who would have thought Hawkins' very own Princess would also be a freak in the sheets for him? Well, it's not totally freaky. Eddie could have pushed it more, but he decided he best not. He didn’t want to scare you off before you ever got started.

He couldn’t stop thinking about last night. Your moans and gasps played on a loop in his memory, the sweet dip in your voice when you screamed for him to fuck you, begging for his cock. He's been wound up all day because of it and needed you.

Eddie didn’t know how he would survive not being able to touch you for the rest of the day until after the bonfire. Time slowed down without you; it felt like forever before Eddie got a chance to sit beside you at the fire.

He had brought his guitar, remembering you said musicians were your type, hoping to score more brownie points. 

Everyone sang the camp songs Eddie played, and then he opened to play some real songs. Eddie was mindlessly strumming when he caught you staring at his hands while biting your lip. He knew he had you right where he wanted. 

You and Eddie didn’t get to talk much after last night’s escapades, but he wanted to stay in that shabby cabin with you all night. He needed to know your favourite TV show, your favourite food, how old you were when you lost your first tooth, your preference for ice cream or popsicles, and your favourite band. Eddie needed to know every detail about you. 

“Hello, earth to Eddie.” You giggled. 

Oh god that laugh could heal a million broken hearts

“Sorry, princess, zoned out a minute there.” Eddie stood up, seeing as though everyone was going to bed for the night.

“Hey, you guys coming to the mess hall after we put the campers to bed? We are playing cards.” Steve asks. 

You and Eddie looked at one another, and you both knew you wanted to be alone with one another. 

“Nah, man, we will call it an early night,” Eddie winked. 

“Gross,” Robin said under her breath. 

“Oh come on, don’t be like that, Bird,” You pouted, and all Eddie wanted to kiss it right off your face. 

“You better be back by curfew, I am not covering for you again.” Steve pointed at Eddie. 

“Okay, man, jeez, what are you, my uncle? What next? You’re going to give me the safe sex talk?” Eddie laughs.

“Could you be any louder?” You gently smack his chest. 

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” He takes you by the waist and shoves your bodies together.

“Eddie, not here! I don’t want to get in trouble.” You giggled, but he couldn’t help himself. 

After last night's encounters, Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you any longer. He crouched lower to pick you up, threw you over his shoulder, and ran to Cabin 7. 

You squealed as Eddie dropped you face up on the bed. Then you giggled when he pinned your arms over your head and onto the bed. Eddie finally got to kiss you for the first time since last night. Your lips were warm and soft and tasted like marshmallow, chocolate, and strawberry chapstick.

You moaned into his mouth and couldn’t help but grind your hips on Eddie's firm crotch.

“I don’t know how much time we will have, princess. I can’t have any of the others seeing you like this.” Eddie spoke into your neck, gently kissing over the marks that he had left the previous night. 

"Oh, we're a little jealous, are we?" You giggled again, but Eddie was not joking. "I would rip any guy's head off who walked in here." His tone was stern, and he heard your breath hitch. 

Eddie hoped he didn’t scare you, but that thought faded when you grabbed the back of his head to pull him into another delicious kiss. You got bold and slipped your tongue into his mouth, and you tried your best to fight for dominance; he let you win for a little while, but you both knew you would submit. 

You waited no time to take off your sweatshirt and bra, and Eddie’s hands were on you the second your skin was exposed to him. He slid his hands down your torso and across the soft, pillowy skin of your tummy until he hit the waistband of your jeans. 

“These have got to go,” He says as he unbuttoned them. 

You watched as Eddie got off the bed and knelt on the floor before tugging off your pants. You gave a little yelp when he then grabbed both of your ankles and pulled you towards him until your legs were dangling off the edge. 

“Open your legs for me, baby. Don’t get shy on me now.” He spoke as he pressed his hands to your inner thighs. 

How was someone’s skin so soft all the time? Eddie squished his fingers into your soft inner thighs. 

You couldn’t help but want to hide, raising your hands to cover your face, but Eddie wasn’t having it. 

“Don’t do that.” he crawled back up your body to move your hands. “I need to see you, pretty girl; I’ve been waiting for this all day.” 

You can’t help but whine at his words. Never had you been with a guy who liked to talk this much during sex. 

“Don’t be a brat; you don’t want me to show you what brats get when they’re punished,” Eddie whispers in your ear before slinking down your embody once again, ready to devour you.

A visible shiver runs through your body, and Eddie can see the tiny bumps lining your skin. 

“What if I want to find out?” You bite your lip, and Eddie’s head shoots back up with lust in his eyes.

“Oh, baby, I wouldn’t ask about what you’re not ready for?” He threatened. 

Eddie didn’t give you any time to respond, he couldn’t wait any longer, the smell of your arousal was controlling his needs. 

He started by making out with your lower lips before he slowly broke through your slit, and your breath hitched when he circled his tongue on your clit. 

Your gasps and moans were music to Eddie’s ears. 

Eddie continued making you sing for him as he buried his face into your pussy. He loved your taste; it was like he was addicted and he needed all of you. 

You moan as Eddie works his tongue from your clit down to your hole. As he sticks his tongue inside you, you can’t help but grind your hips into his face.

“Eddie, please, it’s so good, please.” 

You feel Eddie pin down your hips to keep you from moving. His hold was firm. It didn’t take much effort on his end to keep you still; your difference in size was to his advantage. 

Eddie continued and worked his way back up to your clit; he could see you were close; he watched and listened to your heavy breathing and moans that were getting louder and louder.

“Come on, pretty girl, cum for me. I know you can do it” Eddie clamped back down on your clit only a few more seconds he will have you coming all over his face. 

“Eddie! ohmy—!” you scream.

“Hey there, you guys ar—OHMYGOD.” Ashton screams and covers his eyes.

-

Eddie has you right in your sweet spot; the pressure is building and building, you’re so close just a few more seconds and  

“Eddie ohmy—“ you thoughts are cut off because you’re cumming!  You’re cumming so hard, you’re unaware of the other person who entered the room. Once you no longer feel Eddie’s touch, you hear another voice that is not Eddie. 

“—MYGOD”

“Get out!” You hear Eddie scream as you come down from your orgasmic bliss. 

As you’re still trying to catch your breath you see Eddie marching towards the door. 

Oh god, someone came in; one of the guys saw you! You quickly scramble to hide your naked body under the sleeping bag. 

Eddie is already out the door, but you can still hear everything since he didn’t close it. 

“I didn’t see anything, man, I promise! Dude, I’m sorry, no one told me you were in there!” Ashton was pleading with Eddie. 

“You sure you saw nothing, man?” Eddie’s voice was gruff. 

“Yes! I swear, dude!” 

“Give me half an hour…” Eddie walked back into the cabin and slammed the door shut.

“Fucking hell, that’s why they laughed when they told me to go get the bug spray” you hear Ashton talking to no one in particular. 

You giggled, but Eddie’s face was stone cold, even if it glistened with your juices. 

“Oh, come on, Eds, it was an accident.” You sat up on your knees, the sleeping bag sliding back down. 

That caught Eddie’s attention; his eyes filled with lust once again as you started to graze your hands across your breasts, kneading them and teasing your nipples. 

Eddied stalked your way. He ducked under the top bunk. 

“What did I say I’d do if any man saw you the way I see you?” he growled in your ear. 

You didn’t answer him; you didn’t want to play these games. Instead, you kissed him to shut him up, tasting yourself on his lips. You brought your hands to the back of his head, lightly digging your fingertips into his curls, but Eddie pulled away abruptly. 

“What did I—“ WACK “—Oh fuck!” 

Eddie reached for the back of his head, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the fact Eddie hit his head on the top bunk.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” You get out between fits of giggles.

“Yea, I think I'll be okay. That hurt like a motherfucker.” The hit to the head seemed to snap him back to regular Eddie. 

“Want me to kiss it better?” You bat your eyes. 

“I can think of another head that you can kiss better.” He wiggled his eyebrows and carefully crawled into the bed with you, avoiding the top bunk.

You were wrapped up together, and the mood had shifted. It was light and fun, playful and giggly. 

After giving him what you believe to be the best blowjob of his life you got so comfortable cuddling you had fallen asleep. 

Eddie shook you awake, you had only been sleeping about ten minutes. Eddie hated that he had to disturb you, you looked so peaceful, but the guys would be back any minute. You reluctantly got dressed but plopped back down on the bed. 

You rested your head on Eddie’s shoulder just as you heard a tentative knock on the door. 

“It’s safe. You can come in.” You hummed. 

“I’m so sorry ‘bout that, guys. Fuck.” Ashton apologized profusely. 

“It’s okay, Rooster!” You laughed. Eddie gave you a look of warning, but you brushed it off. 

You see Steve and Billy followed in behind him, hysterically laughing. 

“I can’t believe you actually walked in on them, dude,” Billy laughed; you could see tears coming from his eyes. It wasn’t that funny.  

“This your wise idea?” Eddie asked Steve. 

“Nah, man, it was all Coyote, but it’s pretty funny; poor guy had no idea.” Steve laughed. 

“Oh, I see; Billy just wanted to cock block us…” You rolled my eyes. 

“You think this is funny, man? Do you think it’s funny for a girl to be walked in on, exposed and vulnerable? You didn’t stop thinking about how this would make Y/N feel.” You watch, stunned, as Eddie gets up from the bed and walks over to Billy. 

Two things: one, he used your full name, which made your thighs clench in a way you never thought possible, and two, Eddie was getting in Billy’s face to defend your honour. He was possessive and protective, and you couldn’t deny you were getting wet… again. 

“Woah, dude, it was just a joke.” Billy shot his hands up in defence. 

You stand up off the bed to help as Steve pull Eddie back. 

“You need to work on your temper, bro,” Steve whispers to him. 

“Yea, well, I don’t need assholes disrespecting my girl.” He spat. 

Your heart fluttered, and your breath hitched at his words. You hadn’t had time to speak about anything of that nature; you were too busy exploring one another in a different way. But Eddie said you were his.

“Your girl, huh?” Billy scoffs. 

“Your girl?” You asked meekly. 

Eddie's face softened as he turned to face you. His cheeks reddened. 

“Yeah, I mean, if you wanna be?” he asked, reaching for your hands. 

You jump into his arms; he catches you, spins you around, and plants a fat, wet kiss on your lips, ignoring everyone else in the room.

“Ugh, get a room.” “So gross.” “Stop my eyes!” The three of them complained all at once, but you didn’t care. Eddie was finally yours.

As you slid down the front of Eddie’s body as he put you down, you could feel him getting hard again. 

“Walk me back to my cabin?”

“Your wish is my command, Princess.” He bowed with his arm pointed to the door. 

The walk to the cabin was not long, only about fifteen feet between Cabin 7 and Cabin 8. However, it seemed to take Eddie and you ten times longer to get there. Stolen kisses turned into make-out sessions and more groping.

Eddie had you pinned up against the back of the cabin, hands down your pants, whispering dirty words about how he’ll have you begging for mercy while he fills you with his fat cock, until you saw the light of a flashlight. The night watch was on duty; you realized it was past curfew and needed rest. 

“Goodnight, baby girl, sweet dreams,” Eddie left you with a head-spinning kiss. 

-

You felt like you were living in a fairytale; everything was perfect—maybe too perfect. Maybe you were being too cynical; it’s only been two weeks, and you shouldn’t think about when the ball will drop… 

Your past relationship wasn’t the best. Then again, you were in the 10th grade and didn’t know anything about relationships, nor did he. You were never cheated on, but you never felt like he was there for you when you needed him the most. 

It also didn't help that your parents disapproved of him. His family was not up to their standards, which you never understood. You were middle class, and your father worked very hard to support you and your mother.

Both of you had been kids, so it's not like you were getting married. But the pressures you felt from your parents and the lack of support in that relationship made your mind wander. You felt like you were just arm candy and nothing more.

There was no depth betwen you and your ex, and you were scared that would happen with Eddie. You have wanted to be with Eddie for so long, and you should be happy...

_

You decided to call Ashley that evening after dinner. She always knew how to make you feel better. It had been weeks since you had spoken on the phone.

Ash’s mom picked up after the second ring. 

“Well, hi sweetie, how have you been? Miss you around here!” 

“I’m great, Mrs. Thompson, thanks! I would be missing home, but there are more Hawkins here than usual.” You laughed. 

“Oh yeah, Ash told me Eddie was also there this summer, such a sweet young man.” she mused. 

“Yeah, he sure is sweet, alright.” You sighed. 

“Y/N, I’d say you have a crush on that boy!” She giggled. 

You always loved Ashley’s mom; she was like a second mom, but one you felt like you could talk to as a friend. 

“That’s kind of the reason I called...Is Ash around?”

“Yeah, just a second, sweetie… ASHLEY SWEETHEART, PHONE!” she yelled. 

You waited a few seconds and could hear her feet padding the floor to answer the phone. 

“Hey, bitch what’s up?” She laughed. 

“You are not going to believe what is up!” you half screamed excitedly. 

“Spill it, now.” You can picture Ash sitting at your shared kitchen table, ready and focused. 

“Do you want me to spare any details, or can you muster up the courage to take it all?” you giggled. 

“Details, now.” She demanded 

“Your friend is the best dick I’ve ever had!” You half-whispered in case anyone was about to come into the office. 

The line was silent for a few seconds. 

“Ash, you still there? Oh god, don't tell me your mom is still there?” Your apartment wasn't the biggest.

“You son of a bitch, you did it! I knew you could do it!” She cheered so loud you had to take the phone off your ear. “Tell me EVERYTHING!” And so you do...

“Fucking finally! I knew you would be perfect together.” 

“That's the thing, Ash. It’s too perfect. What if he realizes he made a mistake?” You bit your nail.

“No, dude, that’s not Eddie. I know that kid like the back of my hand. Once he is in it, he’s not giving up. He’s very set in his ways once he fixates on something,” she reassures. 

“But have you ever considered that we have never seen him with a girlfriend at school? What if he isn’t the relationship type?” You questioned. 

“Did you fall and hit your head? This is Eddie we are talking about. He is in charge of the Dungeons and Dragons Club. He is the biggest nerd on the planet. And you’re concerned he won’t want to be with you? The pretty angel of a human, hot, popular cheerleader?” 

“Well, yeah…” You sunk back into the chair, 

“You must have bashed your head into the headboard while Eddie rocked your world.” She laughed and you can't help but also laugh.

“I don't know; we are two totally different people! We are in two totally different groups. What if it doesn’t work out? What if we are too different? what about my parents?” 

“You and I are in two different groups. You and I are two totally different people, and we get along just peachy. Who says your parents even have to know?” 

"Well, they have to know eventually"

"Why are you planning on marrying him any time soon?" she snorts.

"...No"

Well, any other concerns you want to tell me about?” She quipped.

“Well… don’t kill me, but I told Eddie about our matching tattoos.” You cringed, hoping she wouldn’t kill you. 

“HA! I wish I were there to see the look on his face! Was it priceless?” She laughed. 

Ash and you started catching up with her and her trips to the city pool, and she said she had been going to the roller rink to see the cute counter girl. 

 “There you are, pretty girl.” You jumped as you turned to see Eddie walking over.  

“Shhhh, Im talking to Ash,” You hushed him. 

Before you could tell her he was there, he grabbed you by the middle, lifted you up and sat you on his lap. Then he took the phone. 

“AshCash! What’s up, man? It's been forever. Do you miss the dungeon master yet? Is Jeff holding up as my stand-in?” 

You can’t help but roll your eyes. This boy was talking a mile a minute. 

You couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation on her end, but you think she said something along the lines of “I’ll rip your dick off if you try anything funny with y/n.” Then Eddie laughed, saying, “Cross my heart and hope to die.” Then he hung up.

“Hey, I didn’t even get to say goodbye!” You pouted. 

“Don’t look at me like that, Princess,” 

You continued to pout and crossed my arms to hike your breasts up. 

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Is that a threat or a promise?” 

Eddie let out a groan of frustration. 

“Come on, princess. We have to go meet with the others; they’re complaining we're being too antisocial.” 

— 

The night continued, and you and your friends decided to let loose tonight. One more night was before the month ended, and the Campers turned over. You would miss your campers but couldn’t wait to meet the new ones. 

As you and Eddie walked over to the pit hand in hand, you could see the others around the already roaring campfire. 

“So, what were you two up to?” Robin asked, wiggling her brows. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You walk up behind her, surprising her with a kiss on the cheek. 

“You and Eddie sit on the only free log left, and he wraps an arm around you. 

“You guys are so cute.” Nancy sighs. 

“You are so lucky you live in the same town. That way, you won’t have to break up at the end of the summer.” Steve points out. 

That starts the gears turning in your head. Being at home with Eddie, the thought rarely even crossed your mind. What were you going to do? The only reason you’ve been so yourself with him was that you were here, hours away from home. What were your parents going to think? What was the town going to think? You built up this whole reputation around yourself so people would like you. You needed everyone to like you. What will they all feel when they see you around with Eddie?

They would judge you; you know they would. What will the football team say when one of their cheerleaders is dating the town pariah? 

Your mind was racing a mile a minute, and you lost track of the conversation. 

“Princess” 

You snapped out of your inner thoughts. 

“What?”

“I said I can’t wait to walk around Hawkins with you on my arm,” Eddie affectionately nuzzled his face into your shoulder.

“Oh, uh? Yeah… totally.” You reached for a drink from the cooler. You needed something to calm your nerves.  

“Gunna, show you off to the whole town. Tell everybody that I bagged the prettiest, most thoughtful, most caring, joyful girl in Hawkins. 

“ Can’t wait.” You smile half heatedly when you feel like your heart is sinking. 

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[gringolet]

would you mind sharing ur thoughts about agravaine and lamorak. please. i need to know

god the idea of shipping them (i know its odd to use that term for medieval literature characters but lets be real im not better than some weeb just bc my fandom thoughts are channeled into manuscripts) emerged from a joke discussion on a (i believe now defunct?) arthuriana discord server so what the original justification for it was i don't know but it's so cemented in my brain that it makes sense to me. the thing is conceptually it's really funny but its also quite fucked up and weird and sad, which is like the sweet spot to me

i think both characters occupy an interesting place in the like social makeup of camelot; lamorak is a successful knight and well liked but he doesn't seem especially popular, if that makes sense? like in the morte he's alone usually, or hanging out with tristan and his coterie. he also seems to be kind of a loud asshole. theres a bit in the morte where morgan sends this maguffin that reveals affairs to camelot via him, and, as a joke, he redirects it to tintagel to fuck over tristan instead. which is a kind of intense prank to play on your friend who is having an affair with the queen but okay man.

who else is kind of an asshole with no friends? thats right, agravaine (sorry agravaine). joking aside tho per the vulgate agravaine is also kind of abrasive and rude but in a witty, funny way (one of the only good traits it grants him is a quote quick tongue) . i feel like they would sit in the corner at feasts talking shit about people. also theyre both second sons w shitty ass dads, but lamorak actually does what agravaine never could and outstrips his older brother in terms of fame and accomplishment. the foils of it all. i think they can snipe at each other and lamorak is like haha fun playful flirtacious banter w my buddy agravaine and agravaine is like my fucking mortal enemy lamorak has insulted me yet again i need to strangle him to death (sexual)

it kind of fits that shitty loser vibe for lamorak to then sleep with his mom (im so sorry to say this but. eve sedgwick triangulation of desire).

what a strange, darkly funny, cringefail loserboy little doomed romance for agravaine. does that not fit his whole deal? i think agravaine deserves a boyfriend, but like, not a good one you know.

also the morte at one point deliberately parallels lamorak and lancelot and im sure you are aware with my theories vis a vis agravaines weird obsessive hate-crush on lancelot

[cloudcountry]

Sometimes I wonder what the ikerev cast and I would have as a dynamic

There is the fact that I don't drink and neither does Jonah seemingly, unless I'm missing smth ; so I'd have a sober buddy thank god.

Lancelot would have to adjust to the presence of someone who is so similar to him that it might be disturbing on the first few interactions

Zero just sounds like a good guy. Plus he's your man so I'd probably see him around if you're around too, which I wouldn't complain about .

Blanc seems like a pleasant fella, haunted by something which is a mood. I hope he has a good day .

I'm hiding the alcohol and forcing these men into trying out a sober month though , so I'm not so sure the drunk doctor will like me (sucks to be him, I'm not letting anyone have an unchecked unhealthy relationship with alcohol)

Also idk who luka is but he seems sweet.

Hm. I honestly don't know enough about these men to write much but the ideas are funny

EHEHEHE i know right??? i cant speak of jonahs alcohol habits but i DO know that zero doesnt usually drink because he gets sleepy when he gets drunk. so he tends to avoid it unless kyle (the drunk doctor guy LMAO love how you described him like that) drags him into it. like i remember in edgars route most of the officers hang out in the kitchen and start getting drunk and zero gets ORANGE JUICE and i was like. hes so real for that i want some too.

honestly i think lance might keep an eye on you. he puts up a lot of emotional walls so it'd probably be unnerving for him to have someone who can just Understand him so easily. hes like a cat istg

Zero just sounds like a good guy. Plus he's your man so I'd probably see him around if you're around too, which I wouldn't complain about.

i have nothing to say these are the most perfect two sentences ever written <33333

he's the BEST guy. he's THE guy. he's always defending and protecting alice even if it isn't his route he's always looking out for her and he's always working so hard to make sure the people he cares for are safe and happy AAHRGARRGHHGRHGRA

blanc is absolutely haunted by something. idk what. but he is. and luka is really sweet!!! ive . only read bits and pieces of him through vio's screenshots but what i've seen is SO PRECIOUS i get the hype.

KYLE WORRIES HE WITH HOW MUCH HE DRINKS,,, especially since my family doesnt drink at all and ive never touched alcohol in my life?? like yea alcohol is okay sometimes but it seems like he drinks EVERY NIGHT which is really,,,, worrying.

[rosietrace]

OMGEE HAIIII, how are you ?

For the Valentine's ask, I thought funny scenes would be cool... so please can I request:

Davis visiting Pomefiore to see Marsyas, but he can't find them because they're in their Cybele form. And maybe, Cybele tries to convince him Marsyas isn't around and that maybe he should wait another day ?

I'm sorry if it feels too specific, feel free to change so stuff if you want !

THIS WOULD BE HILARIOUS OMG

(Dw about it being too specific, I love the idea!!)

A Visitor

(Central) Characters Featured: Davidson Novellion, Marsyas/Cybele Galehault

↳ { Marsyas/Cybele belongs to @/valse-mille-temps }

Others mentioned/featured: Lancelot Novellion, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Victoria Shard

Pairing: Davidson Novellion & Marsyas/Cybele Galehault

Event: Valentine's Day 2024 💌

↳ Type: Requested Oneshot! 「 Specified Request 」

Synopsis: Sorry- How is Davis supposed to find Marsyas if they're seemingly nowhere to be found? Well, at least he found some stranger to interact with for a bit.

Warning(s): Potentially ooc, Davis is his own warning /hj

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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“Lance, be honest with me: Would Marsyas prefer ink black or coal black?”

Lance sat at the edge of his older brother's bed, reading a book to study for his upcoming alchemy exam.

Frowning, Davis snapped his fingers in Lance's face. “Lance,” the prince flicked his younger brother's forehead for good measure. “Focus.”

“I am focusing.”

“Not what I meant.”

“Just ask Marsyas what they'd prefer.”

“It's not that simple, Lance!” Davis groaned, holding up two hangers with two imperial military coats hanging on them.

Rolling their eyes, Lance looked up from his book and got a good look at the coats individually.

“Good,” Davis hummed in his satisfaction. “Now, what do you think she'd prefer?”

Why Davis was being so concerned over a coat was beyond Lance's understanding. To the latter, both coats were the same with only a slight difference in color texture.

“Davis, they're both the same-” Lance stopped mid-sentence, scrunching his nose at Davis' scowl.

“You know I'm right.”

“You really aren't, little brother.”

“Look,” Lance let out an exasperated breath. “If you're so concerned, just ask Marsyas. Although, if you ask me, it's not like they'd enjoy spending time with you to begin with.”

Davis scoffed, choosing a coat himself and throwing the other one back into his closet. “You're just saying that because you don't know them like I do!”

“I know him well enough to know that they don't trust you that much. Why are you even bothering to visit him, to begin with?”

Lance has seen a lot of things in his life. His brother had the most unusual hobbies, and the most questionable methods in taking care of his brother. All that, Lance was already used to.

What Lancelot Winchester Novellion was not used to, was seeing Davis be so concerned over how Marsyas thought of him.

If it were Victoria, sure, Lance tilted his head as Davis was taking a comically long time fixing his hair. But he's only concerned over rivals.

Marsyas wasn't someone Davis could consider a rival.

That fact just… Baffled Lance so much more than it needed to.

Either way, Davis made it clear that he didn't want Lance meddling in his business. And with how his older brother usually is, Lance thought it better than to question what goes on in Davis' mind.

After his meticulous hair care routine, Davis turned back to his brother. “Well?” He presented himself to Lance.

“What do you think?”

Lance took one look, then went back to his book. “You look the same.”

“I do not!”

“Tell that to yourself, if it helps you sleep at night.”

“You're quite a nuisance, sometimes…”

Anything else Davis said became a blur to Lance.

Lance highly doubted that, only shrugging his shoulders in response. It wasn't like Davis' love life was much of his business to begin with.

Plus, he doubted his older brother even told Marsyas — whoever they were — that he was visiting.

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When Davis finally arrived at Night Raven College, his top priority was to look for Marsyas. Nothing else.

Any ass-kissing from Dire Crowley? Promptly ignored. Any unwanted attention, he stopped with only the tip of the sword currently hanging from its hilt.

Most of the students just assumed Davis was there for diplomatic reasons, but he didn't bother answering their questions because they didn't matter.

He was in the school looking for Marsyas, not to make pleasant chit-chat with imperial ass-kissers.

This was not a good thing. Especially to Marsyas themselves.

At the moment, they were currently in their true form ‘Cybele’: A form that, fortunately, Davis had yet to properly know them as.

Unfortunately, Cybele thought to herself while walking through the different corridors of Pomefiore, trying to distract herself with little success. That prince won't stop at nothing to find me.

Any concerns from Vil, Rook, Victoria, or anyone — completely out of the question.

His constant correspondence isn't of any help, either, Cybele thought, pursing their lips.

One thing Cybele knew was that she was going to get herself out of Pomefiore and… Hopefully, avoid Davis the rest of the day.

That plan failed. Miserably. It drove itself off a cliff.

Why? Well, much to Cybele's chagrin, she just happened to run into Davis on her way out of Pomefiore.

They both stopped in their tracks in front of each other, staring intently into each other's eyes.

Davis into Cybele's light brown set. Cybele into Davis' amber set.

“... Apologies,” Cybele tried to make her way past Davis, but the latter had to unsheath his sword, using it to block their path.

Davis hummed. “I would also like to apologize for blocking your path,” he lowered his sword. “If I may ask, do you happen to know where Marsyas could be?”

They're standing right in front of you, Cybele answered his question in her own thoughts but didn't dare say it aloud.

Clearing their throat, Cybele composed herself, bringing back that elegant and poised demeanor that Vil always insisted on having her maintain. “I'm afraid not.”

Davis arched a skeptical brow. “Are you sure?”

“Positive, Your Highness.”

“So you know who I am?”

“I certainly know of you. Who wouldn't?”

He clicked his tongue, not quite finding pleasantry in the way Cybele said that. How meticulous, he must've thought.

“Are you quite sure you know where Marsyas is?” Davis continued with his inquiries, cocking his head to the side.

“I have no reason to doubt my sureness,” Cybele's eyes squinted, taking a slight — ever so subtle — step back from Davis.

He responded to that by taking a slight step forward. “Then why do you appear… Anxious?”

“Do I? Pray tell, why would you accuse me of that?”

“You're rather expressive,” Davis put his sword back into its sheath, his hands now behind his back in a militaristic stance.

I have reason to doubt that, Cybele remarked in her own thoughts.

Akin to her squinted set of eyes, Davis narrowed his own. Tilting his head to the other side, feeling curious.

“I've never seen you before.”

Cybele hummed, avoiding his intent gaze, maintaining her poise. “This is the first time we've interacted, your highness. I have reason to believe you've never seen me once in your entire life.”

“Not quite what I meant,” Davis interrupted. “But I do suppose you make your point.”

“But what I mean, is that I've never seen you during my previous visits.”

His previous visits were as tedious as his current one, Cybele believed. But she was wise enough to not say that to Davis' face.

“Your previous visits?” It was her turn to ask, this time, feigning cluelessness.

She couldn't get a read on Davis' expression of neutrality, but she could at least hope he was buying into her act.

“I've been visiting someone I hold dear to,” Davis elaborated. “He’s quite special to me, really. But I can never understand why they're so… Avoidant.”

“Perhaps they don't trust you?” Cybele didn't intend to say it aloud. But when they did, she tried not to show how anxious she felt about how Davis would respond to that.

“.... Perhaps, so.”

It was Davis' turn to step back, bowing his head in respect, acknowledgment, and apology to Cybele.

She held her head up high, her eyes on the sky above to hide the relief that resided in them.

“Forgive me for wasting your time, My Lady.”

Cybele pursed her lips. “... You need not heed an apology for my sake, Your Highness.”

Davis' lips quirked up to form a smirk. With his hands still behind his back, he only took one of them out to gently hold Cybele by the back of her head, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Cybele stiffened, unsurprisingly pulling away from Davis' unexpected touch with an apprehensive yet… Intrigued look.

“What…” She paused, trying to find her words before clearing her throat to compose herself further. “What was that for, Your Highness?”

“Something I might like to do if we ever go beyond acquaintances, My Lady.”

Before Cybele could even begin to ask questions, Davis turned his back on her — finally making his way out of Pomefiore, and Night Raven College, in turn.

Right when he was to be transported out of Pomefiore, Davis gave Cybele one last look. One of amusement, of endearment. And said:

“Until we meet again, Marsyas.”

… What?

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Alice and the Beast pt 5

For my IkeRev 1K Follower Celebration! Finally part 5 of this Beauty and The Beast/IkeRev AU. I have enjoyed this so much! So, part 5 of 5. Approx. 2900 words.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Alice had a very hard time feeling happy in the days following Lancelot’s curse. She wanted to help him. To find a cure, a way to free him from the Magic Tower’s power. But she could think of nothing. It hurt to imagine a world without Lancelot in it. 

Kyle noticed her mood and tried to cheer her up by sharing his alcohol stash. Edgar brought her all kinds of wildly colored candies too, and told her funny stories. He even brought the Creeks to her room. None of it helped. 

She just couldn’t pretend it was ok. That she was ok. Every day she crept by Lancelot’s room to gaze at the flower. There was only one petal left now, a defiant strip of scarlet. Alice hoped it would hold there forever. 

One cold afternoon found her sweeping snow from the kitchen steps, her thoughtful frown hidden behind a heavy woolen scarf. Her movements were precise, mechanical, as her mind traveled other paths. Imagining ways she might break Lancelot’s curse, like marching up to the Magic Tower and demanding they end it before it was too late. 

Then, out of nowhere, a clump of snow slapped wetly against the back of her collar, slipping down beneath her coat to chill her skin. Alice let out a shout of surprise. She whirled around to see where it had come from, and there stood Edgar. He had his hands behind his back, an innocent smile on his face.

“Why hello, Alice!” He gave her a little wave. “Did I surprise you?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You threw a snowball at me.”

“A snowball? Why would you think that? I just came out to give you a bit of good news.” 

“I can feel the snow dripping down my back where it got under my collar. And you’re the only other person out here.” Alice tried for a severe tone, but Edgar’s grin and pretend innocence brought a smile to her lips. 

Edgar gave a slight shrug. “Maybe a bird dropped it on you. Or it fell from a branch? Hm.”

“Yes. A bird rolled a snowball, lifted it into the air and just happened to drop it down my back.” Alice rolled her eyes. “Well, anyway, what is your good news?”

His smile grew wider. “We are having a party. Tonight. A proper one, just like the old days. Music, dancing, a feast . . . doesn’t that sound fun?”

Alice liked parties. They were few and far between in the village. But she didn’t see much to celebrate right now. Unless - “Did he find a cure?” Her voice shook with sudden intensity.

Edgar’s smile fell for a moment. “No. But he wants to celebrate your time here.” His jade eyes seemed to pierce her, seeing right into her thoughts. “We should enjoy the time we have together, not mourn what will be. Don’t you think so, Alice?”

“I . . . y-yes. You’re right, of course. We should.” She felt suddenly ashamed of her melancholy. Lancelot was still there, still with her. And she’d been wasting their precious time together by being sad. 

“I’m glad you think so too. So - Kyle and I are setting everything up. You should go and get ready.”

Alice nodded, a complex knot of emotion tying her tongue. She followed him back inside, still sorting out her feelings. He left her at the door to her room, to go ‘get things ready’. 

Inside her room were several fancy dresses, jewelry, shoes, and everything else a girl might need to attend a real ball. Alice spent a few moments just staring at it all. She’d never seen clothing so fine, or jewelry with real gems. Even the shoes were satin and velvet, much too nice for a mere village girl. She wondered for a moment where all of it had come from, but during her month at the mansion Alice learned not to question the strange magic of the place.

By the time she was ready, the sky beyond her windows was stained red and violet with the setting of the sun. She  hurried down the hall, hoping she wasn’t late. Surprisingly, Lance met her before she made it to the dining room. Alice saw him before he noticed her. He was standing straight, his gaze focused on some distant place only his mind’s eye could see.

Alice knew most people wouldn’t see what she saw in him. He wasn’t a beast, despite his thick fur and fangs and claws. Those were nothing to the man beneath, the one that shone through his sky blue eyes. Determined to do the right thing, even at great cost to himself. And she realized as she neared, that what she felt for him was love. She did not want to go home. She did not want to leave him, nor lose him. Not to anything. 

Lancelot looked up, his gaze radiant as he took her in. “You are beautiful.” 

The simple compliment made her pulse gallop and her cheeks heat. “I . . . thank you. The dress is - it’s very nice.” She found her tongue tied as she wrestled with her emotions. Alice wanted to run forward and throw her arms around him and tell him everything. But she held back. It would be unfair to burden him with her feelings. First, they needed to break the curse and then she could pour her heart out to him.

He held out his hand and she took it. “I want to show you something,” Lance said, guiding her not toward the dining hall, but another wing. One that had been blocked off, for safety - according to Edgar. Now, the doors were unlocked, and the handle turned easily when the Beast reached for it.

The space beyond took her breath away. A ballroom, lit with a sparkling chandelier, the tiny, chiming crystals threw dancing rainbows of light across the polished stone floor. The walls were hung with colorful tapestries between the windows, and there was a mural on the ceiling painted with scenes of past celebrations. Music hung in the air, soft strains of a waltz on the edge of recognition.

“Do you like it?” Lancelot’s gaze was full of some deep, uncertain emotion as he watched her.

“Lance . . . this is - it’s like something out of a book!”

He smiled, his shoulders relaxing with relief, though his gaze was still troubled. “I’m glad. I wanted to share it with you. This ballroom hasn’t been used since my father’s time, when he held dances for nobles and wealthy merchants.” He chuckled. “I’d forgotten how it looks.”

“I can imagine the sorts of parties you must have had here. Beautiful people, dancing and laughing. I bet it was amazing.” Alice looked up at him, her expression full of wonder.

Lance’s clawed fingertip brushed her cheek. “Not as amazing as you, never as beautiful.”

Alice felt her cheeks heat at the compliment. She couldn’t think of what to say. Drowning in those sky blue eyes, with her heart pounding against her ribs. 

He rescued her by leading her out onto the dance floor. “May I?”

She nodded mutely. 

Lancelot’s hand curled around her back, pulling her close as he began the steps of a simple waltz. 

He was so close. Everywhere he touched, warmth pooled and spun lazily through her like warmed honey. Her pulse raced, pounding in her ears, faster than the beat of the music they danced to. Alice felt as if she were in a daydream, her body abuzz with pleasurable tension. 

“Lance . . . this is very nice. I really like y-dancing with you.” She leaned a little closer as she spoke, just so he could hear her better - that was what she told herself. 

There was so much affection in his gaze as he looked at her. “I am glad. I needed to see you smile again.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, the barest touch of his lips, fur lightly tickling against her skin. “Don’t be sad for me, Alice. Promise me that?”

“I can’t.” Her breath caught as all her emotions bubbled up from her chest. “I don’t want to lose you.”

He smiled at her so sadly, a melancholic sweetness to the curl of his lips. “I feel lucky that I met you. That you have let me care for you. Sharing in your joy. I have loved our time together. But after tonight, Edgar and Kyle will take you home. I don’t want you to see . . . to be hurt when my curse ends.”

“Lance. I won’t go. I want to stay here, with you.” 

He stopped dancing, his massive hand cupped her face. “You have to go on, Alice. To be happy. If you stay, it will just hurt more. I can’t bear to think of you hurt. That I made you cry. Again.” 

Alice hugged him, burying her face in his wide, firm chest. The cool buttons of his vest contrasted with the heat rolling off him. “I’m not going to let you face this alone.”

For a breath, he tensed as if he might push her away, but then his arms went around her, holding her tight against him. He said nothing, though she could feel a tremor run through him as he relented to her plea. “Alice, I-”

The window nearest them exploded in shards of glass and wood splinters. Lancelot shielded Alice from the shrapnel, enveloping her in his arms. Then he pushed her back and whirled around to face the threat.

Three purple-robed figures stepped into the gap, their hands glowing with blue flame. “This is your last chance,” one said in a rasping voice. “Serve the tower or fall forever, Kingsley.”

Lance didn’t deign to reply. His lips curled in a feral snarl and he lunged for them. The robed intruders were ready for the attack. They hurled lightning and fire toward him.The broken bits of window spun wildly in the air, a storm of sharp edges and jagged ends. 

Alice let out a scream, horrified that her Beast would be hurt. She felt helpless as she stood there, unable to do anything but watch. 

“Did you think to find me de-fanged,” Lancelot snarled, his eyes turning crimson. The shards of glass and wood clattered to the floor. The arcing lightning and hissing fire didn’t touch him. He tackled one of the figures to the floor. “Send this message back to your tower. I will not give in!”

Just then, loud voices came from the hall. Edgar and Kyle. And . . . Jonah? Alice turned toward the doors in time to see them fly open. Jonah and Zero were struggling with Kyle and Edgar, pushing past them into the ballroom. 

“What are you doing here?” Alice couldn’t believe her eyes. Why were her village friends at the manor? 

“We came to rescue you,” Zero shouted. 

“And bring you home,” Jonah added. He held a hunting bow, arrow loosely knocked. As his amber eyes moved from Alice to the Beast, he looked confused.

Zero, however, did not look confused at all. He held a hunting knife in hand, nearly as long as a sword. There was a certain regret in his gaze as he began stalking toward the struggling mass of Beast and the purple-robed men. 

“See,” one of the robed figures sneered. “Your people fear and hate you. They came here to kill you.”

Lance’s red gaze flickered toward the door and back again. “Better them than you.” Despite his brave words, the fight was three on one, and his magic and strength were beginning to flag. 

Edgar rushed toward Jonah, intent on stopping him. Kyle frowned from his spot in the door, his expression one of worry and disgust. 

Zero raised his blade, tensing to attack as he drew close to the fight.

“Wait! Zero! No! Don’t hurt him!” Alice broke through her shock to run toward them. “Please!”

Zero and Jonah both looked to Alice, surprised. Jonah shoved Edgar away from him. “What are you talking about? He kidnapped you! He’s a Beast!”

“He’s not! Lance is my- he’s my friend. Please, trust me.” Alice put all the love and desperation she felt into the words. She was no fighter, afterall. There was no way she could stop the Tower folk or her village friends from hurting Lancelot. All she could hope was to persuade them.

Jonah seemed to struggle with himself. His gaze slid from Alice, to the snarling Beast. Then he nodded. “Alright. We’ll stop those robed guys and then we can talk.”

Zero narrowed his eyes. “Sounds good to me. But be careful. The acolytes of the Magic Tower are dangerous.” 

Alice wondered how he would know that, but this wasn’t the time to ask. 

Edgar stopped trying to attack Jonah once he agreed not to harm Lancelot. But he kept a wary eye on him even as his grin returned. “Always happy to welcome a new ally.”

“I’m not your ally,” Jonah snapped, even as he advanced on the robed figures. 

“Well, fine. Be that way. I won’t share any candy with you.”

Zero sighed. “That’s not very nice. Either of you.”

Edgar chuckled. “Me? Not nice? What a silly idea.” As he spoke, he gestured to Zero and Jonah, some movement Alice didn’t quite catch. “Now these acolyte guys, they aren’t nice at all. And you can tell they know it. Why else would they hide their faces? Is that shame I see?”

“You shut up,” one of them shouted, turning his attention from Lancelot to Edgar. 

“Yeah, you aren’t worthy to see our faces!” Another moved toward Edgar. 

The third was too busy holding the Beast from his neck to say anything, but one assumes he was equally offended. 

While those two were distracted, Zero and Jonah moved in. Jonah’s arrow pinned an acolyte’s sleeve to the wall, while Zero’s attack forced the other back away from Lance. 

The acolytes seemed to realize they were wholly outnumbered now, and they had no intention of staying for a fight they might lose. The one fighting Lancelot struggled away from the tiring Beast to help his friends. They fled away through the broken window, leaving a tattered piece of purple fabric behind.

Alice rushed to Lancelot while Kyle went to check the others. 

Lancelot lay on the floor, his scarlet gaze slowly fading to the calm blue of deep waters. “Alice,” he breathed, his throat working.

She knelt at his side. “Did they hurt you? Let me see. Oh - oh Lance . . .”

“No.” He took both her hands in his. “Just . . . the rose. The last petal.” 

Alice’s eyes went wide as she realized he meant the end of his curse had come. It would run its full course and tonight - tonight was his last. “No, no, no. I won’t - Lance, you can’t! We - we barely - I -”

His gaze was so gentle, so full of affection that she fell silent. “I want - to - to tell you-” The words sighed from his lips, barely audible. “Alice . . . I lo-” Lancelot tensed, muscles tightening with a sudden shock of pain. He fought it, but he had so little left to fight with. 

She knew what he wanted to say. Alice could feel it. In the way he looked at her. The way he touched her. She leaned down to brush a kiss to his lips, unable to speak for the sorrow lodged in her chest. A tear escaped her lashes to fall on his cheek. 

The last breath rattled from his lungs, as if, with her kiss, Lance could finally stop fighting. 

“It’s over,” Kyle said quietly from somewhere behind her, close and yet immeasurably distant. 

“I don’t understand,” Jonah’s voice, tinged with confusion and worry. 

Edgar’s sigh. “Come this way. Let’s give her some space. I’ll explain everything.”

The sound of shuffling steps, moving further away. 

Alice held Lance’s hands. She couldn’t bring herself to let go, even though the light had left his eyes and she could already feel the warmth ebb from him. Her heart felt like a stone, cold and heavy. She wanted to tear it from her chest. She could not speak. Could not breathe. 

In the space between her heart’s steady beating, something stirred. A magic older than any curse. A spell that had no words, no gestures, required no arcane component. It was the deep magic of the world. Feral, chaotic. Though Alice did not understand it, she knew something was happening. Something strange. 

A tingling heat seared through her nerve endings. A torrent of warmth and light. She felt it flow from her hands into Lancelot. She became a riverbed, and the magic overspilled her banks. Flooding wildly from her, seeping, soaking, drenching. Colors that had no name danced in the air around her, but Alice paid them no mind. Her eyes saw only one thing. 

Lancelot stirred. Or perhaps, stirred is the wrong word. He rippled. The gold and brown fur blurred, faded. Changed. And when it was gone, there was pale skin. Torn suit fabric. The line of his forearm. A squared shoulder. The noble curve of his jaw. The graceful arch of firm lips, turned up at the corners in a soft smile. His blue eyes shone with an inner light, familiar in its passion and strength. “Alice.”

She fell into his arms and he embraced her. How - why - none of those questions mattered. Time would come later for seeking answers and justice and allies. In this moment, there was only breath and laughter and the tentative exchange of shy kisses. The feel of two hearts beating together, pressed chest to chest and soul to soul. 

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Part 3 of my nnt rewatch ep 13-18

I'm trying to watch it in latam Spanish but I just rlly love the English voice cast >:( I'm doing it for most scenes anyway tho🤪 I do love español!Elizabeth's voice tho !! I maintain that English!Ban is the best voice tho

Do we know why meliodas loses his emotions in this form?

And what form even is this? We never see it again if I remember correctly?

Helbram's magic lowkey cool as fuck

I want to see ban and Elizabeth interact one on one more often, as the two people closest to Meliodas (aside from Merlin, but she has secrets) I want to see them together, yk?

MelBan is just so good like they beat the shit out of each other to show love and I think that's beautiful

I know a lot of ppl ship lancelot and tristan but I ship their dads🫣 el oh el

Elizabeth should be way more powerful than she is and that is what polishes me off the most in all of sds honestly >:(

Also I'm back on my howzer x diane bullshit 😔

La voz del español!Meli es tan profundo, pienso que es la voz más diferente de las versiones, es extraño

Mi teoría sobre la voz de meliodas solo existe en las versiones de inglés y japonés I guess

King and Ban training together is so fucking cutee

I love how we just never rlly find out anything abt the trumpet of cernunos lol

How is ban's jacket too short but his pants aren't? Not complaining, that's just silly lol

Also him defending Meli even tho he obviously knows he's a demon is so🥺

Meliodas splitting the mountain with the branch is one of my fave scenes, we get to see that there's so much more to him and it hints at his coming power

I forgot how tragic Gil and Margaret were that's a good storyline damn

Ep 14 time !!

Is helbram... hot?

YESSS roars of dawn time !!! Slader is so babygirl I love him sm

Guila is such a girlboss line yaasss kween kill those children !!

Why the fuck does meliodas own so many slutty women's costumes HMMM? is he... you know... 👀💅

Gowther introducing himself to Hawk as oinkity oink oink is so real, I love their bond

I love that will Elizabeth feels insta love and Meliodas has BEEN in love for 3000 years

Slader is like if demon!meliodas, ban, and hawk had a baby and that baby was a slut

Seeing genuine surprise from Meliodas when "gowther" was going to be defeated is so weird, like mans was sad he lost his friend and had no idea that wasn't him

The roars of dawn are all hot and that's a good thing

Poor Dale. He just wanted to protect his family. And he was hot too😔

Ban flipping King off while Meliodas revels in Chastiefol's softness is such a representation of all three of them

Meliodas straight up using hellblaze to fight the armored giant/Dale is so funny, it's like baby isn't ur biggest secret that you're a 3000 year old demon prince?? And hellblaze is your specialty demon power?? This does not seem inconspicuous

Also might do a ramble on hellblaze later 👀

Also ban using a whip is kinda 😳

Indiana jones type drip (I am both attracted to and find gender envy from Indiana jones)

The girls are fightingggg

Also this title card is so cute !!

Meliodas straight up being the holy knight grand Master of danafor is so funny to me

He looks so cute in his danafor outfit😭

Also I wonder where meliodas gets the groping thing from because 3000 years ago he was def not like that, though the groping does get less frequent as the story goes on and that's when the holy war arc is so maybe nakaba just forgot abt it lol

Also slavery being canon in nnt britannia is crazy when you think about it

The only reason meliodas didn't carry a sword being he would kill too many people is just a litttleeee bit funny

But also Cain saying that he is both too violently destructive and "too gentle a soul" is painstaking ahaha🥲 literally the best descriptor for him

Gowther carrying King on piggyback is so cute😭😭

I think the moment Meliodas finally kills Dale is a real turning point in the series. Before this, he had not killed a single opponent. He just fought to disarm and incapacitate. Just the next episode, he tells ban and gowther to "go straight for the kill" against the holy knights. As we see throughout the rest of the series, even before his emotions get caught in purgatory, he no longer feels hesitant to kill. He only becomes more and more like himself from the time of the Holy War (post 10 commandments). This is why I love his character sm, a corruption arc (even if he is never truly evil) is just so rare and one this good and angst filled is even rarer.

Ban continually stealing the same 1980s glamrock red leather set with studs bc he keeps getting murdered in it is the foundation of his character fr

Gowther and Elizabeth being the only ones who are not alcoholics is so real

Also all of them just sniffing king kills me😭

Diane being 30 feet tall means the world to me

Also gowther is so pretty, esp without his glasses

Long hair!Dreyfus is also ridiculously pretty

Ban just letting Gowther squish his tits is so hashtag real, mans gives no fucks

Hug🥰

I don't think I've seen this episode since the first time I watched nnt bc I totally forgot Arthur was introduced in it lol

LISTEN howzer rooting for Diane when they're on opposite sides of the battle is just rlly cute look how flustered he is🥺

so in English, after gowther uses rewrite light, the holy knights say "Meliodas! There you are! Ban, I really missed you man!" BUT in Spanish they call Meliodas mijo (meaning my son/my kid) and Ban hermano (brother)😭😭

THEY CALL GOWTHER MI QUERIDO (my love/dear/beloved) AKKSLDLDLT

Howzer and Gyula being the first ones to publicly stand up to dreyfus and hendy means so much I love them

Hendy was so hot😭😭

Wait how did I just realize that fraudrin was the one to break gowther's nightmare teller

Wait I also juT realized that Dreyfus is Gil's uncle. Gil is dreyfus's nephew. How did I not comprehend that

King, sobbing: why can't I ever protect the people that I care about?😢😭😓 Helbram: it's because you're consistently late🤨😐🙄

Helbram's eyeliner game is almost as good as Ban's

Is Howzer's hair supposed to be green or blond? Discuss.

On that note, we always say Elizabeth's hair is silver, but it's def mint green

Anyway,that's episode 18! Can't believe I'm already about to be on my last part of season 1 !!

[mdhwrites]

Concept Pitch: Morgan: The Future King of Camelot

The base premise is that our hero takes on an alter ego by wielding Excalibur. It gives him leather armor, a cloak and a mask though rather than full plate, though anyone who knows him would say that big, bulky plate male wouldn't fit. He's not exactly what people think of nobility after all what with his snark, bit of a loner personality and how rude he can be. He swears too much to be a knight of Arthurian legend many would say and he'd agree. HIS name is Morgan. After being rejected from the drama club AGAIN for not being able to act but at least being allowed to be a part of stage crew since he's a senior and he has been trying to get in for over three years now, he meets the lady of the lake by hanging out with some dudebro friends who are giving him shit for not getting a real part. Machismo stuff leads to increasingly dangerous things happening that are tests of chivalry until he jumps into a cistern because above the rushing water he faintly thought he heard a woman calling his name. He gets the sword and superhero antics begin. Or, well, begrudgingly begin. Like I said, he wouldn't exactly count himself as a knightly soul even as he never even hesitates to use the blade to help people. He even blames the sword because it whispers encouragement to him and he's worried this might be a symbiote situation. It's not, it's just Excalibur attempting to make sure the wielder is learning and being a king and is usually pretty happy to be told to shut up since Morgan is doing his job anyways. Villains would of course come in all shades inspired from the Arthurian canon but that doesn't just mean the villains. Fighting reincarnations of Arthur's knights would be a real thing, often in the process getting the ability to turn Excalibur into a weapon affiliated with them. Final boss gets warned about by the Green Knight who after testing him himself and giving him the gift of nature magic to add to his arsenal, warns him against the written serpent. Even just that much of a mention of Arthur though is enough to get the old king to turn his gaze upon where he'd thought he'd felt a pulse from his old blade.

So he arrives, love interests and besties start interacting with him and getting turned into his court, including this being when the girl he likes in Drama gets with his best friend in the drama club so, you know... Gwynevere and Lancelot. It's a shit show for his life personally, especially as old allies like The Green Knight, father to a love interest, disappear, knowing better than to stick around for whatever Arthur is going to do. But at first, Arthur and Morgan aren't enemies. Arthur is sponsoring the play, being the owner of Round Table Pizza because that's funny to me, and, well... He thinks Morgan quite literally can't be the wielder of Excalibur. Even when they shake hands and they both get a glimpse into each other, it only cements it further in Arthur's mind that something is wrong. When he asks for Mordred though, Morgan has no idea who he's talking about but that he should drop all the legend stuff. It's not good for anyone. Then Arthur pushes it by finally confirming something that had been extremely hinted at up until now by accusing him of being Mordred. That he should kill his false name and take up a proper male name if he wishes to pretend to be one.

Morgan never changed his name though when he figured out he was trans. He has a good relationship with his parents, never hated the name and when he tried using it in a more masculine tone, he felt it fit. So he never changed it. Of course, that's impossible to Arthur who wants a return to old things and so to him, this makes the current rightful king to Camelot a woman. He needs proof that the sword made the mistake though so time to fight! After all, if the sword is sane at all, him trashing the theater room while everyone is around will force Morgan to fight, which of course it does. Eventually, Morgan uses trickery, which is nothing new, to thrust through a fake rock with Excalibur to try to beat Arthur since Arthur is mostly wiping the floor with him. He's more experienced, he's stronger and his magic is better. Even without the sword, he's still a nightmare of an opponent. The problem is that the sword doesn't care if it's a real stone or fake one and it blasts everyone back from being planted back into a stone. Everyone... But Arthur, who was throwing a blast to counter the stab and so protected himself. He shatters the rock before the sword can finish changing it to real stone... And then leaves, saying he has a kingdom to build. Mordred doesn't exist after all and there are no knights for which to oppose him.

Classic disempowerment arc begins where a contrast between Arthur actually making the underground crime elements of the cities his minions and soldiers since they are strong and fighters while Morgan is still standing up for people and being a hero of a sorts, even without the sword's power. He does accidentally show he's still got a bit of power, like Arthur did, since he can still use his magic but it's never on purpose. It's just his heroic will made manifest. But he isn't going after Arthur himself because, well, he got his ass kicked with powers and its ARTHUR PENDRAGON. If anyone's a good leader, it's him. That changes when Arthur, in full regalia like he was during the fight but now looking even bigger and more intimidating, tries to make himself king. To turn the new city into his Camelot. For subjects, he releases prisoners and the like, claiming that the rules and order of this land is corrupt. That it no longer knows chivalry, even stating explicitly how it thinks women can be knights as a part of it. This gets Morgan so mad that he can't ignore how much magic he just conjured up and so he does two things: Remakes his knight costume to wear and Two: Calls the costume self Mordred. He never gave it a name before, usually referring to the other self by Excalibur or the like since that's where it comes from but never bothering with a name himself. That's not really who he is. BUT it is who Arthur is. Arthur tried already to hurt him with titles. To push him down by trying to come up with a deadname for him. Morgan doesn't care though. Call him what you want. His actions are what matters. So why not the name Mordred for a costume? He's just doing it because he knows it'll piss Arthur off, especially because all the footage fails to show one thing: Arthur actually using Excalibur. He goes out to fight Arthur, having riled the king up with rumors about a Mordred going around. When Arthur spits at him about finally taking the name of the usurper now, he laughs it off and says he needs to go to more Halloween parties. His name is still Morgan. That doesn't change how the fight is going to go. Morgan does taunt Arthur about using the blade though. He's having to dodge for his life while doing so but he's savvier now and he's not trying to win. Not yet. He's just making him angry and when he points this out, it throws Arthur into an all new frenzy. This isn't chivalry! This isn't honor! And so, in a practiced motion, he draws Excalibur! Aaaaand immediately the tip of it slams into the ground. It has rejected him. He is able to hold it but wield it? No. And power from it is flowing directly into Morgan as he just walks up to Arthur. He states that things like doing what you need to protect people, standing up to evil, showing understanding and making sure even the smallest, most marginalized get a fair shake are honorable and chivalrous. But Arthur sees him, sees his binder, and rejects him despite how small he is. Despite how weak he is. Even now, Arthur was willing to fight an unarmed opponent. He might have magic but what is magic compared to the might of Excalibur? Especially since he never once attacked Arthur in this fight. He claimed to want to talk and see Excalibur.

He takes the blade, full plate finally donning him as a crown appears on his head. It then all morphs to be effectively his normal clothes but metal. A new armor for a new age. He raises the blade... And gives Arthur a nick on the neck. He doesn't need to kill Arthur, not when this speech already did. Arthur shuts his eyes, sighs and whispers that he will make a good king before fading away, finally finding peace after so many centuries after he thought his ideals were dead.

Wrap up with Morgan getting with one of his love interests officially now that things have died down, the play FINALLY being put on and an epilogue of someone asking Morgan what he'll do as king. If he'll ever take up the mantle. He says he doesn't know, nor does he care. He'll just keep trying to do as much good as he can and anyone who tells him he can't can go fuck themselves. He's still Morgan and nothing, not even destiny, is every going to change that.

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I came up with this in 3 hours. As someone on my Discord pointed out, this is a full series synopsis effectively, probably actually really well paced for three seasons theoretically, or as a pretty decent book series that I'd assume would at least take... A quarter million words to tell? Probably a good deal more depending on just how many villains Morgan has to face? And again: I came up with it in three hours.

My brain just runs fast. Me not producing material is NEVER going to be an ideas problem. The closest it will ever come to that is my brain grid locking between too many ideas and not being pulled in any one direction, something most people can actually fight through, especially if they have multiple projects to work on. So yeah, reminder that if you'd like my take on a concept, let me know. Hell, you want to ask questions about this concept, go ahead. I detail the third act/season pretty heavily but I have deeper ideas for some stuff like the Green Knight.

Oh, final note to include: I felt really happy when one of the trans members of my Discord really liked the explanation for why Morgan doesn't have a dead name. That was actually come up with on the fly as my brain suddenly remembered Morgan Le Fay's name wasn't Morgana. Like... mid write up and the write up in Discord only took 20 minutes.

Alright, now it's links time.

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

A Twitter you can follow too

And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

[koalas-koalas-everywhere]

Show vs. Tell in The Darkest Hour

The thing about Lancelot's sacrifice in The Darkest Hour is that his motivations are all over the place. I welcome a debate over this, but I find it very difficult to see it as a sacrifice for Gwen, or even Arthur, even though that's clearly what the show was going for.

On the one hand, you have the influence of Arthurian legend, which ties Lancelot's story firmly to Arthur's and Guinevere's. We see this reflected in their close bonds in the show; more with Gwen, but Arthur also was shown to think highly of him in previous episodes (they didn't have many interactions in this two-parter, and none that weren't about Merlin).

We also have his spoken motives: he and other characters bring up his duty as a knight (his conversation with Merlin in Part One where Lancelot tries to convince him to go back to Camelot). Additionally, there's the promise he made to Gwen. So you've got both his affection for her and his sense of duty pushing him to protect Arthur (he says this himself during his conversation with Merlin in that cabin TDH2, that he'll go on with the quest that it's because of the vow he made). At the end of the episode, Gwen also says this (to Arthur, during the pyre scene.

In terms of composition and design, everything points to these being Lancelot's motivations.

And yet. None of this fits with his actual actions during the episodes.

We can overlook him talking almost exclusively with and/or about Merlin, because creating a relationship with the main character is a fast and easy way to endearing him to the audience, in addition to giving him more screen time, which would serve the same purpose.

But, if looking after Arthur's his first priority, how come he immediately tries to get his sworn protector to leave? Sure, Merlin's not a warrior, but it's not like combat skills are of any use against the Dorocha. Also, of the three episodes they'd met before this one, twice Merlin's proven to have privileged information about the threat they were facing. Even just as an extra hand to do chores, look for firewood so no one's ever alone could be useful. Lancelot ought to have known that having Merlin around could only make Arthur safer, yet he insisted that he should leave.

But, okay, let's say that, as a knight, he doesn't feel comfortable with anyone who doesn't know how to fight or who didn't swear an oath endangering themselves; especially if they're his friend, like Merlin is.

How does he justify leaving the quest to take Merlin to Camelot? Any other knight might have volunteered if he'd kept quiet for a bit longer and he could've advised them to go through the Valley. By being the one to take him, he's pretty much abandoning Arthur to his luck and breaking his promise to Gwen. Sure, all the knights are sworn to protect Arthur, but he and Merlin are the ones most devoted to him, for their own reasons. Or they should be. Instead of protecting him with his life, as he promised, Lancelot chooses to take Merlin back to Camelot, despite Merlin's own protests! You know, the guy who always seems to know more than anyone else what's going on and who wants above all else to protect Arthur? (Then again, Lancelot may not have heard said protests, being in such a hurry to ride off that he interrupted his goodbye to Arthur lmao. Sorry, that scene's kinda funny to me, like, Merlin begging Arthur to let him stay and Lancelot in the background, tapping his watch.)

So he rides off with Merlin, leaving Arthur to finish the quest alone, except that they run into the Vilia and they heal Merlin. What does he say to their statement that Arthur needs them both? No can do, I need to get Merlin to Camelot. It's okay, they'll heal him! As he sees for himself the next morning! This should make him change his mind about going to Camelot, right? Except no, it does not. Even after seeing him running around, spearfishing, after trying to smack him with a stick, when Merlin wants to get back to Arthur, Lancelot immediately shuts him down. Even once he agrees, it's only after Merlin makes it clear that he'll go with or without him.

(Then you have that convo in the cabin where he's like "I have to go because I promised Gwen that I'd protect Arthur" like babe you left him. 0/0 would not ask for a promise again.

The funniest thing is that having them go on their own also serves a literary purpose. It gives him and Merlin the opportunity to talk in privacy, giving the audience their due exposition, when around others they'd have to censor themselves to keep their secrets, Merlin's magic and Lancelot's love for Gwen.)

Then skip to the confrontation with the Cailleach. He already knew that Merlin was planning to sacrifice himself instead of Arthur. Arthur himself was unconscious. The only thing he had to do to protect him is stand there and look pretty. For all his penchant for self-sacrifice, we already knew he feared death, because he said himself that it was difficult to imagine knowingly giving his own life. But he still walked through the Veil.

Let's be clear. The person he saved by doing that was Merlin.

Not to say that there was no way of seeing that as protecting Arthur. He'd just been told by two magical sources (the Vilia and Kilgharrah) that Merlin had a huge destiny. It's likely that Merlin had told him the same thing before, as he was pretty loose with his declarations of how he was meant to protect Arthur. So, it's not impossible that he thought that the best way to protect Arthur, not just that once but in the future, was to save Merlin. You can definitely say that. Just like you can definitely get from Spain to India by sailing west without ever stopping on land. You will have to doge a whole ass continent that spans two hemispheres, though. And have fun in the Pole!

Anyway, this isn't meant to be a shipping manifesto. And while I love those two, and enjoy screaming about them to the void, it isn't even about them either. I most definitely don't mean to undermine Lancelot’s love for Gwen. I just wanted to point out this discrepancy between what the show says (Lancelot sacrificed himself for Gwen, Arthur and Camelot, in that order) and what it does (Lancelot sacrificed himself for Merlin).

[badsalmonella]

pls post your thoughts on camelot!

Hihihi!!! Sorry this has been sitting in my ask for a bit I've been trying to find the time and energy to put down my thoughts!

The general overview is, I think I definitely see the faults people had with it, I think the book is hard to fix and even with the changes there are certain beats they HAVE to hit because of the music, but I also think it has so many gems and this show is so well acted like I find the good far out weighs the bad for me. It's just really engaging grand theater to meee it can be so silly and fun but also really hit with these very earnest moments 🥺, also considering all the drama and tragedy it is surprISINGLY HILARIOUS!! I was giggling so much in act 1. Like RIP to the person sitting next to me who had to see me grip my face and GASP every time something wild happened lmaooo. GOD JUST AHHHHHH SOME OF THOSE MOMENTS WENT SO HARD!!!! Here I'll try my best to narrow some down jk I did a horrible job at narrowing down

- AH that imagery of the single tree in the snow at the very top of the show. Lovely.

-the entire scene with the wedding gone wrong is just soo good and like a mini show on its own with its own little arc. I was so charmed by Phillipa and Andrew's chemistry fr fr so good! I could probably fill a whole post with just moments from this bit!

-When Guinevere is below the right side of the stage (I was sitting to the left)and when she hears the knights refer to him as King her head just slooooooooowly pops into view like 👁️👁️

-Genny: WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME YOU WERE KING?!?!?

Arthur: after I sang abt the weather.

-King Arthur post Merlin death 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭

-ok but the little orchestra nod to Follow Me during Merlin's death. Thank you. They did that for me. It's not much but I appreciate it.

-"I gotta pace to think. I gotta be doing something. Merlin told me something but I got distracted and forgot" bestie you can fit SO much ADHD IN THIS KING.

- C'est Moi entrance was a slay

. 10/10 would let that armor burn my retinas again 👌🏼

-"I deserve. Your harshest. punISHHHHHHHMEEEEEEENNNTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!"

Lancelot, bestie there is something so wrong with you I'm obsessed.

- Genny (To Lance): ...And do you think you've perfected your soul??

- The Lusty Month of May, also a SLAY she is SO hot! I'm sorry but Guinevere is at her most wild and unhinged she is doing shit that had me going BANANAS when she puts on that pink dress, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

-after Lusty Month of May the knights were chatting but I became deeeeeply focused on ensemble member Matias trying trying to balance a mug on his forehead. At first one person was watching, then two, then eventually Guinevere joined in. Like gjdhks I kept giggling.

Arthur(also to Lance): pleasesayno 👀👀👀👀👀👀

-TAKE ME TO THE FAIR. WAS SO FUCKING FUN. I WAS DOING EVIL GOOFY LITTLE GIGGLES THE WHOLE TIME. GENNY IS THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO BULLY LANCELOT ON THIS BLOG. AND THAT'S BECAUSE I THINK THIS IS A DEEPLY FUCKED UP FORM OF FOREPLAY FOR HER.

-Genny: ~SIIIIIRRRRRR LIIIIIONNNEELLLLL~~~ 😏😏😩😩😩💦💦💦

Lionel: Ma'am. 😐

Genny: u g h 🙄

-I COULD MAKE A WHOLE POST ABT THIS ONE TOO LIKE SOSOSOSO FUNNY.

-Guinevere kept having mini moments of chemistry with like the ensemble member played by Holly Gould, and like I THOUGHT MAYBE I WAS CRAZY, but at the end of act 1 my friend also turned to me and was like "yo what is GOING ONNNN with those two??? 👀👀👀👀" Gjhdskgsbsvs a bi icon. 🩷💜💙

- ANYWAYS Not Pelly AND Genny rooting for the Lancelot downfall!!! Gjsgdgdgs

-ok but the moment when Lance finds the pages that Genny specifically drafted....bestie you could see the proposition baking in HIS brain.

-"So weird Genny when you don't like most people you're still civil with them what's going on hereee???" 👀👀👀 What IS going on here???

- Arthur: Will you stop this?

Genny: If the King commands it....

👁️👁️🔥🔥 oK. THEY WERE INSANE FOR THAT ONE. NOT THE LOOK THEY SHOT EACH OTHER. anyways bully them both. I support it.

- THE SWORD FIGHTING WAS LIKE ACTUALLY SO GOOD OMG. WE LOVE FIGHT CHOREO

- okokokok but when one of the knights pushed down Lancelot's squire and he shot that knight the DEADLIEST GLARE and tHEN HE PUSHED THE KNIGHT DOWN AT THE END OF THEIR FIGHT. 🔥👌🏼🤌🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 letSSSSS GOOOOO!!!

-WHEN KING ARTHUR GOT INTO THE FIGHT AND TWIRLED OUT TWO SWORDS HALF WAY THROUGH?!?!!!!! AND THEN LANCE LIKE STRAIGHT UP ON STAGE CAUGHT HIS SECOND SWORD??? BEING TOSSEDDDD OVER TO HIM??!!!!!! LIKE I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW COOL THIS WAS???????

-Arthur(whispering desperately in Lancelot's ear mid fight) : HEY NO HARD FEELINGS THIS IS JUST FOR MORALE

Fhhdjshdjsh

- ARTHUR STOPPING THE FIGHT TO ASK LANCELOT ABOUT BAGUETTES ?!??? THEY ARE LITERALLYYYY MY BLORBOOOSSS!!!!

-KING ARTHUR GETS KNOCKED OUT CUZ HE SAW HIS FAVOURITE BIRD AND GOT DISTRACTED. I AM NOT JOKING.

-anyways scene where he gets "resurrected" was the moment. It was amazing. Everything was silent. The spotlight was ON. I LOVED IT.

- RIP that Lance Genny gaze tho 💀💀💀 RIGHT in front of Arthur's salad.

- Lancelot: this might be our only moment alone together I have to tell you---

Genny: DON'T.

OoOooOOoOOOoO the way I am RIPPING OUT MY SEAT CUSHION.

-Before I Gaze At You Again, my beloved. My underrated moment 💖💖

-WHEN KING ARTHUR TURNED HIS BACK TO THE AUDIENCE. AND DRAMATICALLY THREW HIS CAPE ON THE THRONE. THEN SAID "propositionnn....." THE WAY I WENT DEAD SILENT. THE WAY I HELD MY BREATH. HE WAS LIKE I AM OOOVERRRRRE THIS LOVE TRIANGLE SHIT. HE DID NOTTTT COME TO PLAY. WHERE THE F U C K WAS ANDREW BURNAP'S TONY NOM????

-Anyways hot girls know the Act 1 monologue is fire. It's MY Coachella. Zero regrets for screaming and clapping for that one.

- OK NOT ACT 2 OPENING WITH LANCELOT SINGING IN FRENCH AND GUINEVERE BEING SOOOOO OVER IT.

-Anyways If Ever I Would Leave You immaculate. Amazing. Spectacular. The best. Wow. Shout out to that woman in front of me who turned to her family and whispered " I know this one...."

-THE ALMOST HAND TOUCH oWuGh . 😩

- *Dramatic Mordred reveal*"I GUESS THE CHAINS OF WEDLOCK ARE SO HEAVY YOU NEED THREE PEOPLE TO CARRY IT" if it were up to me....that would be an applause moment.

- WHAT DO THE SIMPLE FOLK DO WHST DO THE SIMPLE FOLK DO OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MYGOD.

-first of all leading with calling Henny your business partner ARTHUR BUDDY WHAT ARE YOU ACTUALLY DOING?????

-Andrew Burnap literally RAMPED UP the teary eyes when he told Genny like "I know you get sad. Don't you ever want someone to talk to???" HE CHOSE VIOLENCE. ON ME.

-AND LIKE I WAS ON THE SIDE I HAD PERFECT VIEW OF PHILLIPA'S FACE. IT WAS SOSOSOSOSO HEART BREAKING

-AND LIKE THEY WEREN'T EVEN LOOKING AT EACH OFHER!!!!! THEY COULDN'T EVEN SEE HOW EMOTIONAL THEY BOTH GOT IN THAT MOMENT!!!!!! I AM SHOOTING MYSELF INTO SPACE. MOMENTS LIKE THIS ARE WHY I LIIIIIIIIVE FOR SHOW IN THE VIV BEAUMONT LIKE OH MY GOOOODDDD. THE LOVE IS THERE!!!!! THEY JUST CAN'T SEEEEE IT!!!!!!!!!!

-anyways their dance was so sweet. So playful. So lovely.

-When I heard his "Genny..." On the album I thought he was tired. Like "genny...plz no more verses of this song... 😮‍💨" BUT I WAS WRONG! THE FULL CONTEXT IS HIM JUST OPENLY HAVING A MOMENT OF PURE LOVE AND ENDEARMENT FOR GENNY. I'M

-MORDRED . WAITING IN THE BACK. FOR THINGS TO START GOING WELL ....BUT NOT TOO WELL BEFORE REVEALING THAT ARTHUR FINALLY GOT A LETTER FROM MORGAN LE FAY!!!!!!

-aND THEN DROPPING THAT LANCELOT IS GUARDING THE QUEEN THAT NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!

-OWUGHGOWUGHEOUWGEOWUGEGW NOT ARTHUR'S LONG PAUSE THEN "Ok......oK. OK. ok. This is fine. " Gjjdhdjshshsj

- FIE ON GOODNESS. WOW. WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS TO BE THE STAGING STAND OUT MOMENT BUT GODDAMN. IT'S AMAZING HOW THEY BUILD ON TENSION AND INTERWEAVE ALL THOSE SCENES. IT'S ALL HAPPENING IN THIS SCENE.

-The scene with Lance and Genny. Oh. MY LORD. The confession and moment where he finally admits he can't surpass being a human man. How that is the moment that I think Guinevere like is really really like "ohhh we about to do something stuff tonight" HE WAS GOING TO LEAVE after his shift gjdhhsh BUT THEN STARTED WHIPPING OUT THE FRNECH LOVE CONFESSIONS LIKE??!?!!!!! HE WAS INSANE FOR THAT ONE!!! LITERALLY. WHERE WAS THAT WHORE BEHAVIOR IN THE BIBLE???? "I SERVE GOD AND KING ARTHUR FIRST 😔" AND THEN HE PULLED THAT MOVE!!!! 🥴🥴🥴 I'M YELLING

-even though I like knew that was gonna happen. Like WHY DID THEIR KISS MAKE ME GASP?! Gjhdjshs THEY DID IT!!! THEY HAD SO MUCH TENSION. A R G H . anyways............. I'm gonna be respectful and not comment on the ressst of that scene 👀

- SCOTLAND. 🔥

-Anyways Morgan's scene is SO brief but like DAMN. She makes an impression. She is sO COOL. I'd actually kill for a cool fanfic about her and past with Arthur. When she said something about 'I can't wait for them to make all these scientific discoveries but like things won't change with humanity and I'd like to see your face when you make that realization ' (I'm so sososo so sorry that was AWFUL paraphrasing but like IT SLAMMED. AND AGAIN. ARTHUR WAS FACING OUR SIDE OF THE STAGE. HIS EXPRESSION. OHHHH BABYYYY)

-I LOVED YOU ONCE IN SILENCE WAS SUUUCHHHHHH A SCENE OH MY GOD. AND LIKE THEY CUT THE SONG SHORT???? WHY THE SCENE WAS SOSOSOSOS GOOD????

-Poor Lancelot tho. Rejected after it all. Like truly. Bestie. I'm sorry. This narrative hates you. Maybe you'll get nice things in my fanfiction 😔 his FAAAACEEE!!!!

-ANYWAYS WE NEEEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW LANCELOT DU LAC SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF MORDRED. LIKE TRULY LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR'D THAT CHILD WITH A BACKHAND. I GAGGED. IT WAS SOSOSOSO FUNNY I'M SORRY.

-Im not going to lie if there is one bad thing I will say, it is that I am SO disappointed with how Guenevere was staged. Like There is SO much going on in that song, but not much going on onstage. And with how well they did Fie On Goodness like I was low key gooped with how weak the staging for Guenevere was sorry.

-Anyways when Pelly says "I know I'm an old man and I know I'm ridiculous" like I 🥺🥺🥺🥺"BUT IT'S GENNY" like then he folded over and started crying like oh my god 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺noooooo

- if you made it this far congratz there's still so much more because oh my god that last scene

- The deep sadness that just hangs over these scenes oh my goD.

- The the the the the the 🥺🥺🥺 the way Lancelot and Arthur have to bitterly come to terms that they are now warring enemies and they can't guarantee either's protection, and they know they'll have to kill each other's men like 💔

- NOT GENNY'S HORNY ASS GETTING SENT TO A CONVENT. SHE ONLY we can only hope GOT ONE CHANCE TO CUM AFTER ALL THAT??!?!!!! YOU CAN'T MAKE HER A NUN!!! NOOOOOOO!!!

-Anyways THE I ALWAYS LOVED YOU SCENE COMES WITH TOO MANY BANGER QUOTES I DON'T THINK I CAN GET THEM ALL.

Arthur: For what it's worth I've always loved you

Genny: 😤 FOR. WHAT. IT'S. WORTH????

(Valid girl)

-But then.... I loved you too when you sang that sssssssstupid song about the weather 🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔💖💖💖

-THE HUG. THAT HUG WAS SO HEART BREAKING. THAT WAS A GOOD FUCKINGGF HUG.

-not YOU NEED TO LEAVE I CAN'T LET LANCE SAVE YOU TWICE. 🥺

-AND THEN RUNNING IN FOR THAT FINAL KISS THANK FUCKING GODDDDD!!!!!!

-But then Arthur sitting in defeat with his sad floppy bangs after :((( THEN LIGHTING UP WHEN THE KID MENTIONS THE ROUND TABLE OH 🥺💖

-GREAT FUCKING SHOW. I LOVE IT THROUGH IT ALL. IT WAS BI4BI4BI. HIT THE SHOWERS BESTIESSSS!!!!

[hmshermitcraft]

Hello! 🎨 anon here! Just so you know, I have huge brainrot for these two, I will be doing plenty of Gem x Wels asks!

(This one in particular, is forbidden love, but only Wels thinks it is. The world and Gem don’t think so.)

—

Why was Wels like this?

He’d fallen for the supposed Princess of Camelot.

He’s a mere knight to her, it wasn’t right. It couldn’t be. He couldn’t have fallen for her so quickly. He’d known her for about half a season!

But can he even blame himself when her eyes shine as bright as emeralds under the shining sun. When her dress is swept by the soft west wind.

When she’d stare out of her treehouse in the early mornings. When she’d beat almost all of her fellow hermits in a duel.

He knows he’s not ruled by King Arthur anymore. He knows that. But he can’t help feel like he’s breaking an oath. He can’t help but feel like he’ll be punished for even wanting to pursue a romantic relationship with his heir.

It felt wrong.

—

Gem was confused.

Sure, she was a supposed heir to King Arthur of Camelot. But she wasn’t a princess! That kingdom was gone long ago.

She lived in a humble treehouse with flora decorating the place. She’d wake up early in the mornings to gaze at spawn.

No!- She didn’t change her sleeping schedule just to see Wels do his morning jog. Where did you get that idea from?!?

Regardless, she was confused when she’d confessed to Wels, and said he ‘couldn’t’ date her.

—

“Wels, I.. like you, romantically.”

Gem confessed, her cheeks stained the same color as the poppy she was offering him.

Wels stood there, not knowing what to do, what to say. He didn’t know she’d liked him back! This was even more complicated than he’d thought!

“I…”

He managed to utter, holding Gems hands in his own.

“I like you too, but I don’t think we can be together…”

“Oh,,” she whispered underneath her breath. “Can I… at least know why…?”

“It’s just, you’re the Princess of Camelot by blood! I’m- just a knight. I can’t fall in love with you. King Arthur decreed that knights aren’t to fall in love with royals after the whole Guinevere and Lancelot incident! I-“

Gem shushed him.

“Is that it?” She stifled her giggle. “Princess of a kingdom in ruins you mean.”

She placed the poppy into Wels hair, and held his hands gently.

“I’m not a princess, and you’re no longer King Arthur’s knight.” She leaned in a bit closer, “we’re normal people in the present day.”

She smirked, “So, with that in consideration, will you marry me?”

Wels stumbled backwards in shock, “we’re not even dating-“

“Eh, I’d marry you regardless.”

Wels’ cheeks flared, “let’s start with the dating part first?”

“Sure,” her giggle roped it’s way into her reply.

Yep. He had fallen hard.

Gem, honestly, considers it an honour to be dating one of Camelot's knights! Wels is an honourable man, but he's still funny, and joins her to be silly. They work together on ideas, holding hands and giggling like children.

Gem enjoys sitting with Wels as they style each other's hair, kissing one another's cheeks when they get close enough. Or duelling together as the sun shines upon them. Wels will place his helmet on Gem's head, dramatically proclaiming her a better knight than him whilst Gem laughs, pulling him up to kiss.

[hellsvestibule]

I think characterizing Lancelot as a shameless womanizer seeking out married women on purpose is broke af to my understanding of him. but I m not a hardliner oh h he’s too loyal for that either bc i do find the idea funny that it’s not actually the strict principle he pretends it is so long as you hack into whatever brain chemistry it is that compels him to love in the most batshit way imaginable. And bc I’m an asshole who don’t really like the idea of “one fated true love” as a concept especially in a series like fate where this is like, never the point, that romantic love will absolve whatever’s wrong w you, which is kind of the key issue that makes him and guinevere compelling but also unhealthy. They are so toxic and codependent they struggle to even breathe without each other. Fucking literally. They try to suffocate themselves over it. And I think bc of that I have no problem w her not being here so for once he doesn’t orient his entire being around her he has to learn to become a functional person without her, he and guinevere deserve to rebel against the narrative a bit bc he simply wasn’t allowed before, he often acts like the narrative is holding a gun to his head forcing him to love her and took for granted he couldn’t have anything other than her. So the hardline I guess “shippers” of them to the point where they can’t chill on seeing thempaired w anyone else or don’t unders why he needs to grow as a person without her first also annoy me. But just wish people would acknowledge he’s not the guy a lot of people assume he is. He gets attention from women really easily bc he’s respectful of them to a fault but at least in his source material I’ve read was only really interested in guinevere. but he loves having random bromance with random old guys in the midst of whatever shitshow he’s involved in so like sure maybe he’d fuck a woman other than the queen if he could also like steal your dad or have old man yaoi about it bc it feels like romance is so much more about getting caught up in a Situation for him more than it is about merely presenting him with a pretty woman. and that’s what I actually like about him. Like. Read any story involving him especially knight of the cart. He’s so fucking pretentious about how disinterested he is in romancing hot women who aren’t Her (longingly gazes off into the vast expanse of space) he likes women platonically but he is actually really avoidant of them in an interpersonal level while he’s Allowed to be affectionate with men and so he is less restrained in his affections towards them to the point where the modern perspective is often inclined to be like yeah sorry tails this looks gay to the audience (which I like to fully lean into. He’s a bi icon tbh) maybe some of the later iterations of him do away with him being kind of prudish about women I admit I have not read every single iteration of Arthurian mythos but I do remember reading urobuchi saying he doesn’t take that perspective of him so it’s still annoying to me how much it’s the Go To gag while fgo also simultaneously mostly portrays him correct to my understanding of him as just. A guy who is always in a Situation

[zhoras-bitch]

"Unbridled captured my attention initially because it was supposed to have two non-GOC LIs (after a bunch of single-LI books). I also generally like LIs who are more peppy and openly friendly, so I knew I would like Mandy. Then the story actually came out and tugged at my heartstrings a bit with MC's backstory. And then the MC-Ryder-Mandy dynamics sealed the deal for me. I'm also not big on the newbie MC, but Ryder's support and Mandy being their biggest hype woman kind of makes up for that for me. They have a bickering but loving little found family vibe which I'm enjoying a lot."

This whole paragraph is it for me. I like having multiple LIs, especially in a smut book: no point in being a mega hoe if that energy is only directed towards one person. Plus, I like having non-custom LIs (or a mix like FA with Blaine vs Ayna and Tatum or more aptly LoA with Gabe vs Aislinn). I generally enjoy the 2 LI books because they make the LIs play off each other well (Gabe vs Cas, Arthur vs Lancelot, Rainier vs Kaine, etc). I also like LIs who are anything but broody and stoic, whether they're shy and sweet like Nia or more charming and boisterous like Charlie from DS.

It also didn't have the POS that was Austin. Honestly, UB is one of my fav smut books and UT is one of my least fav smut books which is super funny

Yeah, I get you completely! Broody and stoic is the one type of LI I can (almost) never get into, and there are soooo many of them 😩 It's another reason I like multi-LI books, because in those I have the option to choose literally anything but that lol.

Also, Austin was so annoying to me fr. The constant infantilization (both from him AND Kit) is what really sucked all of the joy out of the book for me, it was soooooo frustrating. Like, I understand it had to be there to create conflict yada yada, but personally? I just wanted to reach out through the screen, grab Austin/Kit by the shoulders and tell them both to shut the fuck up 🤣

[purpleandstarlight]

I am planning and somewhat writing a BBC Merlin rewrite where:

-Merlin and Arthur are both women. Merlin is a lesbian and Arthur (here named Arthelia) is bi. Merthur endgame even though it's slow burn af.

-Artheria is very much raised in a "manly" way bc Uther wanted a son but got a daughter and with his wife dead and no intention to remarry that's what he went with. She grew up having to prove herself to the men in her life (The knights, Uther himself) and WILL skin alive anyone who tries to say men are stronger than her just because she's a woman, but internalized misogyny exists because of how Uther raised her + the companies she keeps being usually men. She goes very "I'm not like other girls" at times, but she has character development for that too dw.

-Morgana is good cause I loved early serie Morgana. She's also a huge lesbian and spends some time being in love with Gwen (i ship them) but seeing as i LOVE SingleButHappy!Morgana and Lancelot and Gwen are cute together, Gwen is straight so they aren't endgame. Morgana doesn't stay unhappy for too long tho, and they stay very close best friends!!

-A lot of the early-serie flirting between the four main characters doesn't exist here. Morgana and Artheria are only siblings coded and there isn't anyone implying otherwise in court either. Merlin sees Gwen like a sister and so does she. Morgana and Merlin befriend eachother instantly when Merlin goes to deliver the sleeping potion, and bond over hating Artheria (and later on in the story also over being lesbians and having magic), but they never see eachother in a romantic way, even if Merlin does notice how attractive Morgana is very early on. Since we're on the topic, Artheria never crushes on Gwen either, because i don't really see much chemistry between them in canon tbh.

-Gwaine is bi. Flirting is a bit of a way to befriend others for him (and if he scores in the mean time, he's not complaining) plus Merlin is really nice and pretty, so he flirts with her once and immediately notices she's uncomfortable with it so he apologises and says he will stop, but the conversation leads to him coming out to her as being both into men and women, so she happily tells him she's gay too, and now that Merlin knows he knows and that he has no intention of having anything other than friendship, Merlin lets him flirt with her as their inside joke. It's funny to them. It's less funny to Arthelia who doesn't know Merlin's into women and therefore becomes jealous of any man trying anything with her lmao. Also even when Arthelia and Gwain become friends, he never flirts with her, even as a joke. That's just the relationship they have, no hate from Gwaine.

- I haven't really rewatched the serie in ages. Only funny moment compilations and crack videos. I am listening to a Merlin rewatch podcast thought, so I will just use the way they recap the episodes as my basis for each episode rewrite, and just write them my own way like i immagine them with my version of the characters.

-Arthelia and Merlin do share one (1) kiss kinda early on but they don't enter a relationship for a long time. Its based on that one time Gwen had to kiss Arthur to break a love spell? Expect it says "A kiss from a soulmate" Instead of "A kiss of your one true love" because a one shot i haven't read yet had this change and i felt like it was a good way to change the plot and give more romantic development even early on without putting them in a relationship in this series rewrite! Because the idea this gave me is:

Arthelia is about to do something stupid bc of the love spell, and Merlin is still trying to make her reason, but in vain. In a rush of panic to save her, her mind goes "Wait i could be a soulmate. We are destined and two sides of the same coin and blahblahblah!! It doesn't have to be romantic!" So she kisses her fully expecting it not to work but it does. Merlin is (pretends to be) unbothered by the kiss bc "It wasn't romantic!! It's just that we have a connected destiny!!!" and Arthelia doesn't remember the kiss clearly bc the memories of the time she was under the spell are hazy, but she does gain them back in her sleep sometimes. Especially the kiss - she keeps dreaming it, but just doesn't know if she should believe it and doesn't ask Merlin abt it.

-In the future, once Merlin and Morgana come out as sorceress to Arthelia, she works to make magic legal and then puts them in the position of Court Sorceress. They share the position so they can cut the work in half and Merlin can keep helping Gaius (+ When Arthelia goes out of the castle, Merlin can follow her to keep her safe without them worrying about leaving the castle without a Court Sorceress).

-Mordred is good. Merlin still is quite distrustful of him when they meet again once he's grown up because of what the dragon said, but she trusted Morgana not to do anything bad despite the dragon's words in the past, and Arthelia herself decides to trust him once Merlin warns her of what the dragon said, so she tries to be more chill and then finally warms up to him a bit more with time, though their interactions are still a bit awkward sometimes and Merlin never 100% leaves the matter completely out of her head.

[snowrassa]

CAMELOT REVIVAL THOUGHTS

Gonna try to be nice because, as an avid Camelot 1967 enjoyer, I know what it's like for everyone to hate on an adaptation you're obsessed with :(

THINGS I LIKED:

The cast are so crazy good. No one needs to hear me talk about how much I love Jordon any more than I already have, Phillipa and Andrew also rocked.

The American accents weren't as noticeable in the show as they were on the cast recording, especially Andrew's. I liked him a lot more on stage in particular.

I loved Merlin's death scene, goodbye you old man. Handled better than other adaptations.

Lancelot's outfits. Lancelot's scenes. Lancelot's songs. LANCELOT.

THE STAGING OF FIE ON GOODNESS IS CRAZYYYYYY. THE BED BEING PUSHED ON AND OFF THE STAGE. AAAAAAAAAAAA

Also it's surprisingly funny? A lot of the jokes worked for me.

THINGS I DID NOT LIKE:

Sorry but barely any lines rewritten for this show were better than the original. The original dialogue just goes so hard, this is significantly weaker.

The impact of the love triangle was nuked. Arthur and Genny having a fake marriage, Genny not being in love with Lance, every line that validated extramarital affairs; these all ruined the impact and devastation of Genny and Lance's betrayal. FUNDAMENTAL MISUNDERSTAND OF THE SOURCE MATERIAL.

Aaron Sorkin does not understand Guenevere even a little bit. He keeps jumping from making her all no-nonsense serious-business in her new dialogue to light-hearted and carefree when she needs to sing a song. Genny was already fleshed-out complex character in the original; torn between her duty, loyalty, and LOVE for Arthur and her simultaneous love and desire for Lancelot. This is just another old man trying to girlbossify a woman who didn't need girlbossification.

The removal of magic isn't bad inherently. The way it's handled however is genuinely insulting to fans of the source material. I feel like they're constantly saying "How STUPID would it be if magic existed. Only an IDIOT would expect something magical to happen here." Like, you can get rid of magic without being condescending about it and alienating your target audience.

WHO decided to remove Lance and Genny from 'Guenevere'?????? That song goes SO hard and you're not gonna show Guenevere at the stake or Lance rescuing her????? WHAT THE HELL

I think my biggest complaint is that when Camelot fell, I just didn't care. Like I didn't feel anything. Maybe I'd feel differently if I actually saw it live, but when Camelot falls in the movie it genuinely hurts my heart and I didn't get that here at all.

Sorry the hater section is so much longer than the lover section but I love the original so much so I just had more to say about it

[maerynaire]

Well Known Knights of the Round Table Ranked

King Arthur: ???/10 So he's weird because his whole deal is that he's a Good King. The interpretation of what that is varies from person to person so he's wildly different across pretty much everything. Is he a noble and somber figure doing his best? Is he a kind of dumb but well meaning golden retriever of a man? Is he a mighty warrior and shrewd politician? Depending on the person, yes. And while that's really cool, it means I can't really rate the character because there's a million different versions of him. There's also interpretations where he's the antagonist to Lancelot and Guinevere's Whole Deal because I guess it's easier to excuse cheating by twisting the cheated-on character into a jackass. Just make it polyamorous you COWARDS

Sir Lancelot: 9/10 Fundamentally changed the entire canon and story. He's been awarded with the 'Most Accidental Teamkills' award and was voted 'Biggest Drama Queen in Camelot' 7 years running. He's inherently funny as a concept as the world's most popular OC do not steal, doubly funny taking into account that he also caused what I suspect to be the first instance of Vriscourse-esque fandom drama. Legendary. Also he's bisexual and if you give me like a week in The Hole I think that I can find pre-internet sources for this.

Sir Kay: 9/10 Unfortunately overlooked in later works considering he's A) King Arthur's adopted brother B) Funnie and C) A good foil to a lot of the other characters. He's a hothead, bully, braggart, and a jokey kind of guy with more pride than sense that's usually there to get his shit kicked in a bit. A good chunk of knights also have him talking shit at them as their entire motivation for going off on a grand quest. They can't put him in gritty reimaginings because he'd make them too much fun to read/watch. Though I DO admit that he has the potential to be very, very annoying if written poorly. I'd also like to note that he's avoided being made into a perfect-pure-special-Christian-boy-who-does-the-chivalry for over 2000 years and has maintained his shithead status. King.

The G Boys (Gawain, Gareth, aGravaine, and Gaheris): 6/10 I wish people would stop forgetting that Gaheris and Agravaine exist and/or mashing all four of these men into One Guy. I understand the irony of me giving them a shared entry but this is a long post and they're all brothers. It's nice that Gawain got some love recently with the 2021 movie Green Knight. And by love I mean good lord people were horny for Dev Patel. Also Gareth is canonically Baby. He is the ultimate Little Brother.

Sir Mordred: 10/10 MORGAN LE FAY IS NOT HIS MOM. Shoulders the whole final act of the legend as the antagonist. Let's be honest, he'd be a Tumblr sexyman if more people knew about him. He ticks all the boxes: Misunderstood, pale, dark hair, a bit evil, tragic backstory (incest), rebellious... Personally I'd love to see him break containment and take the Sexyman Crown he so rightfully deserves. Duck from Thomas the Tank Engine managed it, so I don't see why he can't.

Sir Bedivere (Bedwyr if you're a REAL gamer): 10/10 I do not CARE if I am biased. This man is my BLORBO. He HAS BEEN since I was FOURTEEN YEARS OLD. And I am VERY UPSET that the most common spelling of his name is borderline un-google-able because of the Fate Series. I am ASSAULTED by mildly horny images of anime men that I wasn't looking for. I was LOOKING for scraggly Welshmen. It's like accidentally taking a sip of someone else's drink. I wanted COKE not TEA dammit. At least they remembered that he has a prosthetic hand. He and Arthur possess the only braincell in Camelot.

Sir Griflet: 10/10 This guy is functionally a different character from who he initially was. Who did he used to be, you ask? Nothing big, nothing important just a minor welsh faerie deity. I don't know how he got added to the canon but I'm glad he did. Now he's Bedivere and Lucan's cousin and sometimes trades places with Bedivere as the last survivor of the final battle who chucks Excalibur into the lake. I like to think of him as a faerie who just showed up, convinced Bedivere and Lucan that he's their cousin, and hangs around Camelot because he finds it all interesting. Lastly: He has like... a hundred different names.

Sir Tristan: 6/10 Look his whole deal is that he's sad. Not sad as in like... pathetic but experiencing the emotion of sadness. That is what he's known for. His name is SYNONYMOUS with being sad. The ORIGINAL Sadboy. He would have an emo cut with those weird checkerboard streaks if he lived in 2007.

Sir Galahad: 0/10 The most inherently funny character in the canon. He was invented as a middle finger to Lancelot. He EXISTS because people were mad at Lancelot. He is THE purest HOLIEST mostest special boy. We're talking 'angels come down to take him away to Heaven' special. The only reason that he's a 0/10 is because I am mad that he steals Percival's role in a lot of stuff or gets mashed with him to form a Dragon Ball Fusion.

Sir Percival: 9/10 To be perfectly honest I only like this guy as much as I do because he has the coolest name out of all the knights. He's a pretty generic 'super cool and special and handsome and chivalrous' sort of knight... But I do not care. He has a cool name and I vibe with the aesthetic it conjures in my brain whenever I read it. I'm not alone in this based on all the adventures he was given until they got given to Galahad which sort of implies that he's the blueprint for the 'godly and virtuous knight who does chivalry'.

Sir Dagonet: 10/10 This guy is great and I'm pretty sure he was almost a meme a few years back??? I just remember getting blindsided by seeing a bunch of tumblr posts about him a few years back. He started his existence as just an asshole braggart who existed to make some of the other knights look better, then a violent, bloodthirsty crazy guy, and now he's a beloved jester who got knighted. I'm a fan of the jester interpretation myself because good lord there's enough 'violent man accidentally murders people' guys running around and Kay covers the 'braggart asshole foil' role in a less obnoxious way. I imagine him with silly little jester bells tied to his armor whenever he goes out on quests.