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poparthuriana · 13 days
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illustratus · 2 months
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Sir Bedivere put King Arthur gently into the barge by William Henry Margetson
Illustration for Legends of King Arthur and His Knights by James Knowles
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mortiscausa · 1 month
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And then they took their horses and rode throughout a fair forest; and then they came to a plain, and saw where were many pavilions and tents, and a fair castle, and there was much smoke and great noise; and when they came near the siege Sir Beaumains espied upon great trees, as he rode, how there hung full goodly armed knights by the neck, and their shields about their necks with their swords, and gilt spurs upon their heels, and so there hung nigh a forty knights shamefully with full rich arms. Then Sir Beaumains abated his countenance and said, What meaneth this? Fair sir, said the damosel, abate not your cheer for all this sight, for ye must courage yourself, or else ye be all shent, for all these knights came hither to this siege to rescue my sister Dame Lionesse, and when the Red Knight of the Red Launds had overcome them, he put them to this shameful death without mercy and pity. And in the same wise he will serve you but if you quit you the better. Le Morte D'Arthur, Book 8 | Thomas Malory
march to camelot #4: monstrous
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lionofchaeronea · 5 months
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Sir Mordred: The Last Battle, illustration by Henry Justice Ford from The Book of Romance, edited by Andrew Lang and published in 1902.
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blvvdk3ep · 10 months
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Hyperfixation is not an accurate enough term I can feel the piece of media clawing inside me I think about these characters and damn near start frothing at the mouth bruh
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blackhholes · 1 month
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Teen Wolf as Arthurian Characters
Allison Argent as Queen Guinevere
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lepetitdragonvert · 1 year
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Tristan and Isolde
1910
Artist : Rogielo de Egusquiza (1845-1915)
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gellavonhamster · 5 months
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Both texts, but in particular the Tristan, draw attention to Gaheris’s sustained looking at Lamerok’s exposed body. What does this gaze signify? It is tempting for modern readers to assume a homoerotic interest on Gaheris’s part, but, as Richard Zeikowitz emphasizes, not all gazing by men at men is necessarily erotic. Gaheris and Lamerok mirror one another: each regards the other knight as handsome, valiant and brave, and so, as Zeikowitz suggests, frequently the gazing knight identifies with the object of his gaze – he wants to be, not to have sex with, the man he is looking at. In his handsomeness and courage, Lamerok is a potential role model for Gaheris, but if Gaheris wants to identify with Lamerok, then he must align himself with the man who is having a sexual relationship with his mother. Gaheris quickly refuses the disturbingly incestuous implications of this, neutralizing the sexual ambiguity of the situation by killing his mother. Both knights are now morally obliged to attack the other because of the queen’s sexual behaviour, but the pair, at least in the Folie, are reconciled with one another once the disruptive woman is removed. There could be no clearer example of how speedily the profound, socially dominant bonds between men in chivalry can reassert themselves over a dead female body.
— King Arthur’s Enchantresses: Morgan and Her Sisters in Arthurian Tradition by Carolyne Larrington
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howaboutswords · 9 months
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Such sorrow our splendid sovereign never knew,
Nor was his spirit ever sunk as by that single sight.
The good King gazed, gripped with horror,
Groaned gruesomely, wept gouts of tears,
Bent kneeling to the body, embraced it,
Cast up his visor, quickly kissed Gawain,
Looked at his eyelids, now locked fast shut,
His lips like lead and his complexion pallid,
And then, crowned king, cried aloud:
'Dear cousin and kinsman, in care I am left,
For now my glory is gone, and my great wars finished.
I hold here my hope of joy and armed success;
Wholly on him depended my heart and strength!
O my counsellor, my comfort, keeper of my heart,
Renowned king of all knights ever known under Christ!
Worthy to be king, though I wore the crown!
Throughout the wide world my wealth and my glory
Were won by Gawain, through his wisdom alone.
Alas!' cried the King, 'my grief grows now;
I am utterly undone in my own country.
Ah, dire and dreadful death, you delay too long!
Why spin out so slowly? You smother my heart!'
- Arthur mourns on finding Gawain and his troops dead in the alliterative Morte Arthure, lines 3947-3968, translated by Brian Stone.
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briefbestiary · 6 months
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Prior to his duel with Arthur, Drudwas asked his birds to kill the first man who arrived at the battlefield. However, due to Drudwas' own sister who truly only wanted the best for both of Arthur and Drudwas, Arthur was delayed to the duel. When Drudwas arrived, he came having assumed Arthur had already come and been torn apart by his loyal birds, only for them to seize him and bring him high into the sky, then tear him apart. Only recognizing their master after the act, Drudwas' adar llwch gwin cried out in mourning as they brought themselves back to the ground.
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caer-gai · 2 days
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"Do it for them."
(The flowers are supposed to be anemones (forsakeness) and begonia (warning))
For @queer-ragnelle 's May Day Parade, prompt 1 the morbid month of May/Mordred =)
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eqnygma · 11 months
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the real reason they couldn't have arthur find out about merlin's magic is that he would have seen those golden eyes of his, fucked up the prophecy and died right there.
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illustratus · 6 days
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Elaine, the Lily Maid of Astolat by Sophie Gengembre Anderson
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taliesin-the-bored · 8 days
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Challenge: Find the Holy Grail
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The Death of King Arthur by James Archer
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Gawain, the shit-stirrer
The next day, when they were seated at dinner, Sir Gawain laughingly said to Lancelot, “Sir, do you know who the knight was who wounded you?”
“No, I don’t,” said Lancelot, “but if I can find out and if I should happen to meet him at some tournament, nothing he ever did would be so promptly repaid; for before he left, I would show him whether my sword cuts through steel. And if he drew blood from my side, I would draw as much or more from his head!”
Thereupon, Sir Gawain began to clap his hands and laugh gleefully, and he said to Bors, “Now we’ll see what you can do, for the man who has threatened you is hardly a coward, and if he had threatened me that way, my mind would never be at ease until I had made my peace with him.”
When Lancelot heard these words, he was astonished, and he said, “Bors, was it you who wounded me?”
Bors was so anguished that he did not know what to say, for he dared not admit it and could not deny it. Instead, he said, “Sir, if I did it, I’m sorry, but I shouldn’t be blamed for it. For at the time Sir Gawain says I did it, you — if you were the one I wounded — were disguised so that I would never recognize you with those arms, for they were those of a new knight, whereas you’ve been bearing arms for twenty-five years. That’s why I failed to recognize you, and so it’s my opinion that you shouldn’t hold it against me.”
And Lancelot said that he would not, since that was the way it had happened.
— The Death of Arthur, Chapter 4, Norris J. Lacy translation
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Glimpsing Guinevere will have Lancelot in agonies but this death via loony toons shit doesn’t phase him at all:
“At midnight there descended from the rafters suddenly a lance, as with the intention of pinning the knight through the flanks to the coverlet and the white sheets where he lay. To the lance there was attached a pennon all ablaze. The coverlet, the bedclothes, and the bed itself all caught fire at once. And the tip of the lance passed so close to the knight's side that it cut the skin a little, without seriously wounding him. Then the knight got up, put out the fire and, taking the lance, swung it in the middle of the hall, all this without leaving his bed; rather did he lie down again and slept as securely as at first.”
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