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HEAR YE, HEAR YE!!   queen guinevere is MOVING!  that’s right.  i’m moving her to MY MULTI MUSE ACCOUNT where i can better look after her!  so come on over and love on us again! 

#╳▐▒ OOC. #( love love LOVE )

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#╳▐▒ ISMS. #just so ya'll know #this is still the most guinevere thing EVER

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mostwretchedson replied to your post: my new theme is a MESS right now, but i don’t even...

( HHHHHH GALAVANT IS THE BEST WE SHOULD DEFINITELY TALK GALAVANT THINGS and idk maybe also plot bc guinevere is My Queen )

galavant is my HEART!  and of course she’s your queen............

*guinevere voice*  i am THE queen, fool. 

#mostwretchedson #╳▐▒ OOC. #im actually quite a nice person #with a bitch muse who will torment ur muse because HELLA MORDRED

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#╳▐▒ WARDROBE. #guinevere clothes HOLY HELL yes

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my new theme is a MESS right now, but i don’t even care.  i’m watching galavant, and that ALWAYS makes me want to do guinevere things.  so ya’ll should LIKE THIS for a starter! 

#╳▐▒ STARTER CALLS. #come to me children!

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ya’ll should know that i REALLY MISS guinevere right now 

#╳▐▒ OOC. #who KNOWS #i might come back #because i will ALWAYS love her good lord #she is my spirit animal #she is my BAE #i just...........she's my fave power woman in my life

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LANCELOT 

          His breath lodged in his throat, a stifled gasp just barely escaping from around the lump that had formed. Barrenness. Like his mother, he had the gift of hearing what was left unsaid; this was what his lady, his love, so greatly feared. But surely it was not so – Guinevere had conceived, several times, and all the knights had kept watchful eyes on her so she might stay safe. Yet each time had ended in sadness, with a bloody mess and a somber midwife whispering, “miscarriage.” What the Goddess gives, the Goddess can also take away. Perhaps she was not barren in the traditional sense of the word, but for all intents and purposes…

          He held her ever tighter, desperately clutching her close as though sheer willpower would protect her from her fate. He said nothing of his son, or his two daughters, or the woman who had given him all three – he didn’t care. How could he, when he did not love them, when he only loved she whom he now held in his arms? He had vowed himself to her, and he had meant every word; a knight’s purpose was to defend his lady, even if he had to protect her from her own anguish. But how, when the Goddess herself sought to torment them? how could he protect her from the unfeeling deities that ruled their lives? He did not know if he should speak of his pagan beliefs – perhaps he was wrong to, when he knew how Guinevere would react – yet he knew comfort only in them.

        “Hush, Gwen, my love; your weeping tears my heart in two. It is not your doing, that the Goddess has given you no sons. Surely, when the time is right, you will be blessed –”

                  SHE HALF HATED HIM   in that moment, and she pulled and pushed away from his embrace.  she hated him for his marriage and his child and his wife and his stupid piety.  guinevere was not a woman of faith, though she occasionally pretended to be devout to please the men she loved who were: her christian king and pagan knight.  but she could not pretend a single ounce now, broken and ripped apart by the devastating inadequacy plaguing her heart and body. 

            “oh, be quiet, you fool!”  she ran shaking hands through auburn curls, mussing them ever the more as she tried to force herself into breathing and sensible, controlled behaviour once again.  she was not herself.  she was pathetic and weak and stupid.  she had planned and prepared for queenship all her life, all the while the fates was poised to play her a fool.  “... be quiet and just hold me,” she whispered, her rage cooled in her need for him.  she could not will her body to return to him -- she could not will her body to do anything save tremble and break and weep in shuddering silence.  “p-please...” 

#╳▐▒ INTERACTIONS. #╳▐▒ V. KEEPER OF HEARTS; STEALER OF PEACE. #// weLP hello emotionally distant and insecure guinevere #// also sorry about her lance #// she does not always understand 'emotions' #lakeknight

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And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars (via thelovejournals)

#╳▐▒ WORDS. #╳▐▒ A STRANGE HEAVEN; COLOURED LIKE THE EDGE OF A ROSE PETAL. #// feels all over

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William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

#╳▐▒ WORDS. #╳▐▒ A STRANGE HEAVEN; COLOURED LIKE THE EDGE OF A ROSE PETAL. #╳▐▒ QUEUE.

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dantiloquent.

i relate to neutron stars, for i, too, have been crushed beyond recognition by the gravity of my responsibilities, and i will continue to spin wildly for many years

#╳▐▒ WORDS. #╳▐▒ QUEUE.

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#╳▐▒ NOBLEST KNIGHT; SIR LANCELOT. #╳▐▒ QUEUE.

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The person I reblogged this from is someone I enjoy seeing on my dashboard.

#╳▐▒ PROMOS. #// my BAEEEEEE #ofxavalon

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Even should I never again look upon Arthur's face in this life, I am bound to him and I shall be so bound until I die.

@lakeknight   //   MEME   ( accepting ) 

                  SHE CONTINUED TO FIDDLE  with the frays on her sleeves.  she pulled them down further to hide the marks on her wrists from the shackles lancelot had so recently freed her from.   “… we both are and always will be,”  she breathed.  arthur would be part of both of them forever, no matter if they laid eyes on him again in life. 

#╳▐▒ MESSAGES. #╳▐▒ INTERACTIONS. #╳▐▒ V. KINDLING FOR THE FLAMES; HERALD OF THE END. #// my poor babies #lakeknight

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ofxavalon:

          “I defend my HUSBAND. And my FRIEND.” For as long as she could remember, she had been in a battle against her sister, fighting to be better. She was poised and proper where Guinevere was wild and brash. And yet, for all her trying, all of her perfection, not once had their father looked at Gwenhwyfach like he did at Guinevere. She had met Mordred, and he had seen something in her that no one had ever acknowledged, a fire that had always been shadowed in her sister’s light. So, yes, part of her had married him to spite her sister, but part of her had fallen in love with him. 

           “Our lord father has barely NOTICED me since the day I was born. Any shame he feels at my actions are, as always, diminished by his pride in you. I’m sure word will come any day that he has disowned me and he will wash his hands of me.” Her chin never lowered, pride like a wildfire in her gaze. “And perhaps YOU should have been married to a lesser man, one where your harsh judgement would not effect the fate of a kingdom. You judge Mordred and Galahad simply for being the children of men you deem yours. You judge them because you are unable to produce an heir of your own and now you have no choice but to admit that the fault is in YOU.”

                  HER LITTLE SISTER HAD FINALLY  rendered guinevere speechless.  she knew the men and women of court already suspected her barrenness, given how long she had been married to arthur and her continued childlessness.  and now morgaine’s bastard would likely be named arthur’s heir -- though he, of course, remained hopeful for a child of their own -- and her sister would be queen, and all that guinevere had worked and strove towards would be for naught. 

            “... i am the queen, and you and your baseborn husband are guests in my court,”  she intoned coldly, all trace of any sort of emotion or affection gone from her green eyes and rose lips.   “you will not speak to me in such a way ever again.  do you understand me, lady gwenhwyfach?” 

#╳▐▒ INTERACTIONS. #╳▐▒ V. KEEPER OF HEARTS; STEALER OF PEACE. #// oh u done woke the dragon now gwen #ofxavalon

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mists of avalon → sentence meme

This is part one of a many part series of lines and dialogue taken from The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else to better suit your needs.

But what can a virgin know of the sorrows and travail of mankind?

My fingers ache! Why must I spin, spin, spin all the time, as if I were a waiting-woman?

Romans make a great matter of worrying over who lay with their women.

And why could you not come before, why did you leave me all alone?

No single God can rule all things.

The principle of woman, so they say, is the principle of all evil.

There is some fantastic Jewish tale about an apple and a snake.

Those who are the Lords of this world permitted me to come back, but in another body of flesh.

But if men do not believe in more than one life, how will they avoid despair?

What just God would create some men wretched, and others happy and prosperous, if one life were all that they could have?

I will not let you play again at skipping-stones with my life!

Do you think I will let you plot against my child’s life as you have plotted against mine?

You are almost a woman, you must not behave like a spoilt child!

Will you fly so recklessly in the face of fate?

Such love we might well pray to be spared in a God.

Will you walk the road to your destiny, or must the Gods drag you to it unwilling?

And I suppose you will give me a charm so that he will fall so deep in love with me that he cannot resist it?

You are young, and I do not think you have any idea how beautiful you are.

She is a puppy bitch with eyes hot for anything in the shape of a man.

I suspect he’s no good Christian.

He’s a lecherous man with a dozen bastards, no woman’s safe around him.

He’s soldier enough for a Caesar; the men will follow him through hell, if they have to.

Have you a wish to be queen?

You say that because you are too young to know what it means.

I do not want to spend the rest of my lifetime at war.

I like not the way he looks at you. He is no man for a decent woman to know. Avoid him.

Forgive my clumsiness, lady. I am all too big to sit in your lap!

I do not want to be old, and think of Heaven and peace, for they seem very dull to me. I want war and plunder and women – oh, yes, women – and the priests do not approve of any of those things.

Do you truly think women know nothing of state matters?

You will not play the shrew with me, madam!

You will not speak to me in that voice or I shall beat you in earnest.

Touch me at your peril, or I shall teach you that a daughter of the Holy Isle is no man’s slave nor servant!

I trust him no further than I could kick his arse on a muddy day!

I love you with a love that is stronger than death, and if sin is the price of binding us together, life after life across the ages, then I will sin joyfully and without regret.

I will throw myself into the river before ever you touch me again!

You lie, and you know you lie!

You knave whose mouth and mind are as foul as your filthy kisses!

Be silent, you evil-minded scold!

Is that how you seduced my king into your arms?

Do you think I would ever look at you again except with the loathing I would feel for a snake?

Your Christian piety permits you to ravish your own wife!

I could not bear it, that you should look like that at that lustful and vicious man, and look on me only with duty and resignation.

I am innocent of whatever sins your evil mind believes I have committed!

If you think so evil of me, that I am adulteress, witch, all these ill things, why then did you not rejoice at the prospect of getting quit of me so simply?

Have you put some spell upon my manhood, you accursed bitch?

I am no longer a pliant girl but a woman with a mind of her own, and perhaps he thinks you would be easier to deal with.

Even should I never again look upon his face in this life, I am bound to him and I shall be so bound until I die.

And I cannot believe the Goddess would have wrought this upheaval in my life, if I was never meant again to see him.

Go and the Devil take you, so that you come not into my presence.

Why should I waste my breath with a curse? I would as willingly bid you Godspeed to your own heaven, and may your God find more pleasure in your company than I do.

Why do you seek to go where it is forbidden to go?

Have you no words of love for me?

I have waited so long – I had begun to fear it would never come, and now you have no word of love or look of kindness for me.

Did I dream it, after all, that you loved me, wanted me?

I do not want to frighten you, but I have dreamed so long of this moment.

Surely the time for dreaming is over?

And why, when first I looked upon your face, did I feel that I had known you before the world was made?

You are my love, my wife, my queen. I swear to you by my crown and by my manhood, you shall be my queen and I will never take another woman before you or put you aside.

You are my love and my lord and my king, and I will love you as long as I live, and as long thereafter as God wills.

Whatever comes of this, I love you.

I will kill him before he can touch you again.

Sleep, my love. Sleep.

Lie still, dear love, dawn is still far away.

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#╳▐▒ ISMS. #╳▐▒ A STRANGE HEAVEN; COLOURED LIKE THE EDGE OF A ROSE PETAL. #// love this omg

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ofxavalon:

          “Highness, on my honor as a prince of Orkney, I swear I am completely sincere. And may I add that I would be honored to go on a hunt with you.”

                  “I MIGHT ACTUALLY ACCEPT  your offer, sir, though most don’t like hunting with me.  his majesty himself has complained about my hounds and horses many a time.” 

#╳▐▒ INTERACTIONS. #╳▐▒ V. LADY OF THE CASTLE; QUEEN OF CAMELOT. #// i love him & guinevere does too #ofxavalon