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[2d-beefcakes-my-beloveds]

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[liminalpsych]

A very, very roughly sketched, unedited scene that wouldn't leave me alone this morning and demanded to be written (....oh hey @queer-ragnelle! I accidentally made a Lusty Month of May / May Day Parade contribution!):

The week they arrive at Sorelois. Perhaps even the day. Guinevere is half-mad with rage and grief, reeling from Arthur's betrayal, the loss of her marriage, of her court. It's the usurping of her entire life.

It makes her bold. It makes her want to be cruel. It makes her want to strike back or to take what she wants or to rebel in some small or large way. It makes her want to hurt Arthur in turn, or transgress since she has already been spurned from society and convicted for something for which she's innocent.

"There is something I wish to see," Guinevere says, there in the somber quiet of the receiving room with Lancelot, Galehaut, and Lady Bloie of Malehaut. An announcement to the air, undirected.

Lancelot responds first, of course, as expected. He kneels before her, the picture of earnest devotion. "Whatever you wish, my queen, I will strive my utmost to bring it to you."

Across the room, towering nigh to the ceiling even leaned against the wall as he is, Galehaut watches her with a carefully neutral expression. Unblinking, unsmiling, and there's the barest tightening around his eyes. He is wary of her still, and senses her mood.

The Lady of Malehaut is a different kind of unreadable entirely, lounging next to her with a spot of embroidery to keep her clever hands busy. Her full mouth is always a breath away from smiling, like she carries with her a trove of private amusements at all times. She observes from beneath half-lidded eyes, her needle flashing through cloth more by touch than sight.

Guinevere lifts her loyal knight's chin with a touch of her finger. His lips part, eyes wide and wondering. She smiles. "I want to you to give Galehaut a kiss."

Ah, if only she dared to watch Galehaut's expression in that moment! Yet she must keep her focus on Lancelot. His face pales. His breath catches in his throat. His pulse thrums against her finger like a trapped and frantic bird. "M-my queen?" he stammers, gaze darting side to side as if for an escape.

Her smile sharpens, serpentine. "Do you not wish to?"

"I— I am not—" He's breathing rapid and shallow now, on the edge of panic. It's a pretty quandary she's put him in, one with no known safe answer, and he's reeling under it.

(She feels more steady by the moment, her control re-establishing in the small sphere she still possesses.)

Galehaut steps forward. There's the edge of fury in his warning, in the creak of leather and the rattle of maille. "My lady," he rumbles.

Now Guinevere looks his way, and she lifts a graceful eyebrow at the storm in his countenance. Lancelot quivers beneath her touch, unmoored by the loss of her pinning gaze. "Will you tell me truly that you don't want this, Galehaut?"

He halts. His jaw works; the stormclouds thicken. He glares, proud and silent.

Guinevere laughs. It's a free, bell-like sound—as playful as a day a-Maying. Lancelot stills and his breathing steadies, soothed by her apparent merriment. She makes a show of taking pity on him, releasing his chin to stroke his cheek. "Do you wish to kiss me?" she murmurs, leaning closer.

His breath catches again, no different than before. He nods.

She kisses him, sweet and soft; he returns it with a small desperate sound against her lips. (It tastes like power.) He's breathless when she pulls away, and she smiles down at him, indulgent. "I know Galehaut desires a kiss from you as well," she says, "and he is the one who brought us together, yes?"

Another nod, and Lancelot seems more dazed than panicked now. Swaying towards her, and glancing shyly towards his boon companion, who draws a sharp bracing breath.

"It is not as if he's a lady," she says with a wink. "So it is not being untrue to me. And it is my request, is it not?"

"Y—yes, my lady...?"

"Do you not want to kiss him?"

"I..." Those expressive eyes flicker from her lips to Galehaut's and back again. His breath quickens again, but this time it is a little less panicked. "My lady, you ask hard questions," he says at last, helplessly.

She laughs again, darkened with satisfaction. "Kiss him, then," she commands, "and then tell me if you want to do it again."

"My lady," protests Galehaut, strained—oh, and there is longing so sharp that it is agonized, bare and naked in every rigid muscle and the aching furrow of his brow. He looks at Lancelot like a man starving. He looks at Guinevere like a man betrayed.

To give Galehaut what he so desperately desires, when he knows it is something she can take away at any moment? To receive a kiss from his Lancelot, but only on the order of Lancelot's lover-queen? For Galehaut to touch his companion in the way he desires, but only so long as Guinevere allows it, never knowing truly if Lancelot would have initiated on his own, never being certain of Lancelot's desire?

It's a power like none she's ever wielded before.

Lancelot stumbles to Galehaut on unsteady legs with a last hesitant glance over his shoulder. Guinevere smiles encouragingly and nods her approval. One last nudge—and still, Galehaut could refuse Lancelot. Galehaut is sworn to neither Guinevere nor Arthur; he needs not obey her. Galehaut could save the last unconquered edges of his heart and maintain this last barrier of distance. He could still refuse himself what he wants so badly.

Galehaut tenses, and Galehaut wavers, and Galehaut's heaves great draughts of air as if he's in the thick of a melee.

Lancelot reaches out, and Galehaut surrenders.

[bihansthot]

My terrifying thought of the day, Bi-Han hooks up with Frost in this timeline, they have their own Kombat Kid, boom, Tundra… 😭😭😭 Brain stop! Please!

Someone distract me from this 😭

[natimiles]

so many things to do, I don't even know where to start

my brain: what if we organize your blog and all your tags

[dissvicious]

nobody, litteraly nobody, like really not a single soul: ...

My brain : if buggy was in MLP I think he would be pinkie pie or discord

[flattery-suplex]

I dreamed that my beloved Zevran appeared in Veilguard but they had redesigned him to look like a Keebler elf T_T Forever haunted by DA2 Zevran even in my dreams

[in-my-loki-feels]

Why is it I can write so well when I'm half asleep in bed but as soon as I get up all the words disappear?

My partner had to get up early today but because it was close to when I normally get up, I just lay there in a sort of fog, being consumed by thoughts of @wolfpup026's Avengers AU. (I might have even had a dream about it? 😅) To the point where I had more than one scene being written in my mind, but of course now that I'm out of bed, I'm having trouble remembering any of the words that sounded so good in my head.

[kittyk4att]

Last night I dreamt that Moya and co finally reached Hyneria and it turned out Hynerians speak French. The planet looked like Paris, but Hynerian-scaled. Do with that what you will.

[rainbowcrowley]

.....spent hours on a gif set and now i'm anxious to post it bc the imposter syndrome hits, nice :)

[sauron-kraut]

Thinking about that time I dreamed Mairon threw me off a bridge lol

[nervousbelieverstarfish]

Last night I dreamt about Hawkmoth giving Ladybug parenting advices

[themothsnest]

Curse me and my neurodivergent little braincells...

I haven't touched Ao3 AT ALL for at minimum 12 hours because I don't wanna make things worse for the lovely volunteers (who absolutely deserve to get lovebombed by everyone)

But then at the same time I'm suffering a bit because while I'm not totally addicted to Ao3 (that award goes to a game on my phone I've played since March 2016) I genuinely don't have any other reading material that's as specific as what I have in my Ao3 history...

I have checked and there's not really much material for what I prefer to read on other sites which kinda sucks but it is understandable since the stuff I read is stuff that hasn't seen many content booms for 5 years now

Really does go to show how much we can take something for granted and then lose our minds when it's taken away from us indefinitely...

Might consider seeing if I can haul my socially inept arse out of my nest and approach some writers for help relearning how to write fanfics though so that I can fuel my need for DarkParadise content myself

[jamtartandsunshine]

Whhhhhhhhhhhhhy is starting the fic the hardest part for meeeeee Just start typing Ash!! FFS I have fics to finish!

[worldstoforge]

I am nearly 40 years old. I have a Bachlor degree in English literature. I have masters of fine arts. I’ve written professionally… and I still type their as “thier” ALL THE TIME!

It’s incredibly annoying.

[astrumtrain]

the thing that being into 80s-90s franchises is naming conventions

like casually name-dropping Technodrome in tmnt and i go "oh wow we're gonna see Optimus Prime? :3"

AND I KNOW THAT AUTOBOT'S SHIP IS "ARK" BUUUUT THIS REMINDS ME ONLY ABOUT SHADOW THE FUCKING HEDGEHOG

[gethoce]

Almost typed Evilis instead of Elfilis I-