Vibes inspired by Belle Epoque ✨Stays by Maria Heller Designs, dress by Nuit Clothing Atelier, pendant by Burial Ground, and boots by American Duchess.
Piece I did a little while ago after thinking about Elaine of Astolat for too long.
[ID: An Illustration of Elaine of Astolat and Nimue. Elaine is lying down in a boat in a similar fashion to many classical paintings of her. In one hand she is holding lilies and in the other a letter. She has pale skin and red hair and is wearing a blue dress. On one side of the boat is a tapestry depicting some sciences from her life including Lancelot’s arrival and departure. Nimue grips the side of the boat from inside the water. She has light blue skin, red eyes, sharp teeth, and long black hair. Beside her is a speech bubble that says “get up.”]
to celebrate hitting the 1000 kudos milestone on This Fic, I'm gonna do a couple illustrations. Top three scenes will (when, uh, I have spoons) get art. Gimme a vote for your faves!
OUR WINNERS: Stede and Ed having their '...wait do I want to fuck Izzy???' crisis, Izzy answering the door to Stede and Ed dressed only in Ed's oversized shirt (and IMMEDIATELY telling them both to fuck off), and Izzy's majestic murder spree/Steddyhands sleepy snuggles! I'll see what I can dooooooo
A series of vignettes based on Arthurian legend, collected on AO3 here.
Some might call it a suicide. But she hadn’t known what the curse would do. And in that moment, she hadn’t been thinking about the curse at all. All she had wanted was to look out her window. To see the world for itself, rather than its image in the mirror.
She wanted to see that knight passing by. Truly see him. Maybe he would have even turned, and seen her too.
How long had it been since anyone saw her? How long had it been since she existed outside the confines of her room?
It was true, strictly speaking, that Elaine of Shalott had caused her own death.
But she hadn’t chosen to die. If anything, for one brief moment, she had chosen to live.
A bit of contemporary pre-Raphaelite 🥀 Lady of Shalott top from blxckfly on Etsy, corset belt by Goatspell, mini champion amulet by The Moonlight Myth.
This man's gonna be my death, ‘Cause he's all I ever wanted in my life. / ‘Cause I don't think I can face another night. Where I'm half sick of shadows.
Laertes’s response upon hearing the news of his sister’s death, “Too much water hast though, poor Ophelia,” refers to the watery surplus of phlegm in her body that corroded her disposition (4.7.211). Hamlet’s strange wish during his farewell to Ophelia, that she be “as chaste as ice,” also comes into focus (3.1.146). He desired for Ophelia to be so inundated by the coldest and wateriest female humors that she was frozen into abstinence. This language of women’s humoral imbalance is still present in Tennyson’s description of the Lady of Shalott, whose, “Blood was frozen slowly,” as her body floated into Camelot (1842 version, IV.30) [Figure 4].