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laurellerual · 7 months
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Orkney family board game night
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Gaheris, Agravaine, Mordred, Gawain... and Gareth sorry it's a game for four people . @moirailsupport
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This is the board of tables of the four seasons, called the world, which begins like this. (From The Libro de los Juegos, 1283) X X
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weretoad-art · 1 month
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A super late entry for 'Monstrous', featuring Gaheris and Morgause, based on Mucha's 'Medee'
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queer-ragnelle · 21 days
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Tell me about the best modern characterization of your favorite Orkney brother(s).
Pick and choose from whatever adaptations or retellings you know of, they don’t all have to appear in the same story. No wrong answers. :^)
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kulttuurinkurittama · 7 months
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An army of gingers, and Gareth. Honestly mad respect to literally all of the orkneys being menaces in different ways.
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daliathewitch · 7 months
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The most normal day in Camelot
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mortiscausa · 8 months
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and gawain's younger brothers: agravaine, gaheris and gareth
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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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poparthuriana · 1 month
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The actual answer is that Gawain owns it and Lancelot is Catholic
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fuckyeaharthuriana · 1 year
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Worst knight tournament
I saw that Lancelot and Gawain got voted out of the best knight tournament, so it is time to vote for the worst knight:
They have been pre-selected using MY PERSONAL OPINION OF WHO ALREADY IS THE WORST. But this time I left an option for "Other"
By worst I mean: the guy you would guillotine if you could.
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gawrkin · 5 months
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MORGAUSE. IS. NOT. EVIL.
Please
Please
Please, stop portraying Morgause as a) An Abusive Mom, b) An Evil Sorceress, c) or a scheming, vengeful, bitch.
She's not a supervillain. She's. Not. Her. Sister. - hell, even her sister has reasons for doing things.
Morgause is a fair, if somewhat promiscuous (and even then, not much), good lady.
That's it.
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laurellerual · 1 year
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The dressing of  a knight
Gaheris and Agravain prepare Gawain to meet his destiny.
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caer-gai · 21 hours
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Gareth grieves, written for my writing class last semester but I just found it again.
Gareth was so out of it he didn’t even hear Kay’s approach until the senechal was beside him.
“Sir Gareth,” the formality in Kay’s tone wavered with an undercurrent of concern Gareth had long since trained himself to pick up on.
“I’ll be there in a moment.”
Kay sighed. Gareth waited for him to leave. He didn’t.
“I understand it will be hard for you to go in there, after everything.”
“I have a duty.”
Gareth didn’t mention his other duty, as a brother, to stay here with Aggravain until the funeral pyre was lit. To avenge his brother’s death. To honor someone he loved but couldn’t support, couldn’t believe in, couldn’t praise. He’d be expected to say nice things at the funeral, and the more he thought the less he could come up with and the guiltier he felt about it.
The warm weight of a cloak was draped over his shoulders. Gareth didn’t have the heart to look up and see more of that carefully concealed concern.
“If it would be better for you, you would be welcome at our table tonight,” Kay offered carefully. Gareth nodded his acknowledgement. He couldn’t accept of course. Why would he even want to?
The food would be cold. It wouldn’t be artfully arranged, just a mix of whatever they had left. The ale (never wine) would be weak and nothing would be fit for a Prince. It wouldn’t be a place for him. (It was the only place he felt real.)
Gareth stayed in the church a long while after. He felt he should hold Aggravain’s hand, should offer his older brother some comfort in all of this. The hand was cold and stiff, and it wasn’t Aggravain, not anymore, and that made Gareth cry again.
Nearing midnight he heard the feast breaking up. Even after such a solemn occasion many were drunk, and many of the drunk were loud. One voice in particular rose above the others as it approached the chapel.
Gareth let go of Aggravain- of the corpse's hand and stood, drawing Kay’s cloak around him. He listened carefully, and was able to make out quiet responses at the pauses in between his eldest brother’s ranting.
Just Gawain and Gaheris then. Probably for the better, Gareth didn’t think he could face Mordred right now. The door slammed open and Gareth flinched before drawing himself to his full height and forcing his face to go blank.
He didn’t meet his brothers’ eyes as they stumbled in, or when they froze at the sight of him. The silence drew on to the point of discomfort, though no weapons were drawn yet.
“Your Majesties,” Gareth dipped his head in quick greeting. If he could stick to they’re titles he could ignore the chasm that widened between him and his brothers, “I was just leaving.”
Gareth almost made it out the door. Almost. But then Gawian caught his arm in a surprisingly vice-like grip. Gareth knew better than to struggle. Even at night, drunk and swaying, Gawain was stronger than him.
“Gareth,” Gawain whispered. More a strangled prayer than any kind of enraged hiss. Gareth risked a glance at his brother- his king’s- face. Gawain isn’t angry, he’s grieving. There was a spark of hope in his eyes that had Gareth folding right into a hug. Gawain clutched him close, like something precious. Gareth hugs back.
He catches Gaheris watching from the threshold. He doesn’t say anything, with his voice or his face, but Gareth knows his brother is breaking. So Gareth holds out a hand and puts on a small smile, and waits.
Soon all three of them are tangled together in an odd mess of limbs. Gareth closed his eyes and tried to pretend it could all be okay, that they would ever be whole again.
That he would ever be whole again.
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By the time Gareth stumbles down to the kitchens, red-eyed and numb, the servants have finished dining. The few who are still there cleaning up watch him with sorry eyes. Several come forward to give their condolences. There’s enough food and ale left for him, and Lucan sits with him while he eats, keeping the conversation light. The food is cold and the ale is worse than Gawain’s breath, but it tastes like home.
Gareth finds Kay scrubbing out the huge pots they use for stew, and tries to give the cloak back. Kay waves him off and tells him to keep it.
A week later Gareth is buried in it.
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queer-ragnelle · 1 month
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hello. i was wondering sumn. what makes a knight of camelot ~A Knight of Camelot~? there are so many of them and they’re all different but do they have characteristics in common that are found in the average Famous Knight of Camelot and that when you see you think “ah yes that is very arthurian of them”. i hope my question is not a bother to you and too confusing.
Hi! Like every other answer I ever give, it’s highly dependent on the text.
In the Mabinogion, Arthur’s best knights tend to have special abilities, even magical powers. We all remember Kai’s fun list of attributes.
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But generally speaking, fame in Camelot comes from 3 things:
Every successful knight is hot. I don’t make the rules.
They have to be good at beating the snot out of other guys. Obviously.
Branding. I’m so serious.
My basis for this comes from the Vulgate descriptions of the Orkney Bros. Specifically, Gaheriet/Gaheris. Not because he’s famous, but because he isn’t.
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It’s no accident that Gaheris never makes it to the big screen the way his brothers do. He is, by design, basic. The quintessential middle child. He doesn’t have a Special Trait (such as Gawain’s courtesy or reputation as a ladies man or noontime powers etc.) and that makes Gaheris forgettable. To be a famous knight, you gotta put your whole pussy into it, in front of a live studio audience, or you won’t be famous no matter how good you are. Makes sense when you think about it!
Not sure if that answers your question, but that’s what I got. Take care. :^)
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unicornofthemidwest · 5 months
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Okay, but the fact that Gaheris is probably a misspelling of Gareth. The fact that. You're created from your brother's imprint and no matter what you do, you can never be separated. Legends grow up around you but in the end you’re just the same. You’re some kind of reflection forever, even when anyone else would say that you’re completely separate. You’ll even die the same.
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taliesin-the-bored · 3 months
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Arthurian hot takes from before I joined the fandom
Funny story: the way I got into this fandom was a seventh-grade assignment to write an alliterative paragraph using the letter G. Something clicked (or snapped, however you want to look at it) and though I’d never given much thought to the Round Table before, I wrote a paragraph about Gawain, which spiraled into a chapter, which spiraled into an attempt at a novel, which spiraled into a neverending research wormhole and long term fixation. Older and at least a little wiser, I give you ten of my original takes on the characters and how they seem in retrospect.
Guinevere doesn’t really do anything. In my defense, my knowledge of her mostly came from watching the first half of an amateur production of Camelot, which is bound to give anyone the wrong idea.
Mordred is a socially awkward evil wizard. In my book, he made a number of cartoonish villain speeches, mostly to his long-suffering familiar, since no one else would listen. No, I have no idea why I thought he had magic… Is it awful that I kind of like him that way?
Arthur is perfect. Uh…
Gawain is perfect. Uh….
Lancelot is an absolute monster. My version of him was a mix of a guy who bullied me and the god Ares as depicted in D’Aulaires’ Book of Greek Myths. Needless to say, he did not have an affair with Guinevere, because she would never cheat on Arthur, because only morally pure characters are good, and she is secretly awesome, even though most people think she doesn’t do anything… Uh… Yeah. I was wrong.
Agravaine is mildly aggravating. Gareth and Gaheris are just sort of there and uninteresting. This opinion was derived entirely from their names.
Morgause is an evil witch but has great style. That sounds more like Morgan.
Morgan is a terrible name. I debated renaming her Marianne or Meredith. Yes, I have seen the error of my ways.
Galahad is a rustic himbo. That was the vibe I got from the name “Gallahad”.
The Lady of the Lake is awesome. I stand by this one and always will.
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