welcome to my indie & mutually exclusive multi-muse for characters from arthurian legends! my name is k80, 25+, she/her pronouns. please know up front that i use a mix of different sources to create the canon for my interpretations. i am flexible when it comes to canon, but there are certain points i will not budge on. please don’t try to ‘correct’ me on those things. bit of a pet peeve, really. other than that, though, i’m pretty chill!

         her suggestion takes him by such surprise, he visibly recoils.  “merlin? ”  of course, he can’t banish merlin, but nor is he going to ignore her displeasure. arthur’s hands fold behind his back, his brotherly disposition reverting back to his more typical kingly one.  “ that would depend on the sin he committed. ”

            strained, ywain doesn’t know how to approach the topic delicately. “ not exactly. ”  though that is closer to the truth than anything else isolde might guess. ywain sighs.  “ she is being  —  she has given me cause to believe that she is, is being unfaithful. ”   any other man might look enraged at this statement, but ywain only looks distraught.  “ i don’t know what i could have done to cause her to stray from our vows….”    

         ettard? some former lover of her husband’s, she is sure - - she is no stranger to the man he had been before they had wed, had certainly not missed any of the whispers. but this was not a name she remembered. it hardly seems to bother her, however, floating by like a leaf on a breeze. “i am not,” she says, eyebrows lifting in vague amusement. “i am ragnelle. who are you?” 

        “i don’t think i’ve ever heard someone make being a professional ballerina sound boring, but i think you’ve managed it.” jenny says, though not with any offense. instead she smiles, looks at the garment bag she’s been handed with interest. “where are we going?” she asks, removing the garment bag to reveal the new design underneath. “god, gwen. this is gorgeous.”  

         arthur finishes the sentence he’s writing before putting down the quill, folding his hands, and looking at kay. such bluntness from his knights would usually not be tolerated, but kay is his seneschal, and his brother besides. his voice is calm as he counters: “ so i should submit to rome’s power, is that it? pay tribute to an emperor that’s never stepped foot in our land and has done nothing to deserve the tribute?”  

__________ ♕     EVERY   WORD   THE   OTHER   SPEAKS   IS   TRUE.      the  high  king     had     turned  his  back  on  the  old  gods,      had     turned  his  back  on  people  like  his  own     HALF-SISTER      who  now  seemed  hellbent  on  sparing  his  life.     yet  stubbornness  flashes  through  the  sorceress’  eyes  as  her  hands  work  at  wounds  that  would  not  seem  to  heal  under  her  touch.      ❛   for  all  my  power,     it   is   not   enough.   ❜     the  words  are  said  through  grit  teeth     (      it  takes  a  unique  situation  for  the  queen  of  gore  to  admit  a  short  coming  but  this  is  no  typical  day  when  the  very  fate  of  camelot  hung  in  the  balance     )      ❛   i  expect  you  to  help  me  save  a  king  &&  my  brother.   ❜

        ‘ i’m beginning to feel that the grail brings more misfortune than any tangible benefit. ‘ why did anyone want to find it anyway? it seemed as though it would be off as a myth, an ideal to strive for rather than a tangible object to hold in their hands. ‘ why, exactly, are we meant to find it at all? ‘