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mirandahamilton · 11 months
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We are not men, and we are not so easy to kill. 
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vyncentevelyn · 6 months
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Halsin: *completely out of no where* I want to fuck.
Iseult: *chokes on Ithbank* I’m sorry? What did I miss here?
Halsin: Your actions have been as such since I arrived at camp as a lover - not as a host…
Iseult: *rummages through the thoughts around the tadpole trying to remember what she could have done to show this*
Emperor: Girl, I got nothing.
Iseult: I…
Halsin: If I have misread the situation let me know, lest I sour our friendship.
Iseult: Halsin, I’m already in a...relationship...
Halsin: Astarion. Yes you are bonded, body and soul. His scent clings to your skin.
Iseult: *nods slowly* ...his scent...yes...
Halsin: He would have to consent to anything before it could happen.
Iseult: *stares blankly up at the large Druid, mouth slightly agape*
Halsin: And perhaps, eventually he could join.
Iseult: *her jaw drops, her head is on the brink of exploding*
Halsin: But one word from you and I will drop the matter entirely.
Iseult: *clears her throat* Halsin, had I not started *waves a hand in Astarion’s general location* anything with him, had Astarion and I never met, I might have been interested but I am with him. It’s not that I’m restricted to monogamy, it’s just things are…complicated…and I want to give fully what I am to him…I…
Halsin: *his eyes flash but he smiles softly* Say no more. If things ever change, we will talk then.
*Iseult walks over to Astarion’s tent and flops down onto the pillows beside him*
Astarion: *looks over from his book* Are you drunk?
Iseult: *pushes her hair out of her face* Ex-extremely.
Astarion: *closes his book*
Iseult: You, *points at him* you!
Astarion: *puts his hand on his chest* Me?
Iseult: You will not believe!
Astarion: Do tell.
Iseult: *flings hands out in the direction of where she walked in from and gestures wildly* He just, just. He just said it.
Astarion: Said what?
Iseult: *impersonating Halsin* His scent clings to your skin. *drops the impression and her arms, she leans forward and whispers* Duh.
Astarion: *chuckles softly* So Halsin finally confessed?
Iseult: *her eyes grow wide* YOU KNEW?!
Astarion: Darling, I know people and the Druid is not exactly subtle.
Iseult: I just thought he was really nice.
Astarion: *clicks his tongue* My poor, sweet little Drow, how are you so naive?
Iseult: *narrows her eyes* I'm not naive, I'm drunk.
Astarion: That I am well aware of darling. Now come over here, I need to catch up and you need to calm down.
Iseult: *clumsily crawls over to Astarion, turning around so that her back is to him* Maybe I'm a little dumb.
Astarion: *gathers her hair and moves it from one side of her neck* You said it, not me.
Iseult: *leans back into Astarion as he bites her neck* Do I really smell like you?
Astarion: *mumbles against her skin*
Iseult: You smell good. Like...mulled wine and...and...cinders...and mulled wine...
Astarion: *he pulls off her neck* You said that twice, love. *he pauses as he goes to drink again* What else?
Iseult: Salt. *she sighs* You smell good.
Astarion: *she can feel him smile against her skin as he drinks*
Iseult: You know what else?
Astarion: Hmmm?
Iseult: He said it would have to be with your consent -
Astarion: *he releases her neck* Well that was considerate of him.
Iseult: - and that maybe you could join at some point.
Astarion: ...
Iseult: My response exactly.
Astarion: You are welcome to have as much fun as you want. I appreciate you talking to me before anything happens. But I...
Iseult: *tilting her head back to make eye contact* I told him no.
Astarion: *carefully* For me?
Iseult: For me. I don't speak for you unless you want me to Astarion. I didn't bring you into the conversation except to tell him I already had a...a... *she falters and gestures with her hands even though Astarion's eyes don't leave hers*
Astarion: Thank you.
Iseult: *smiles softly and looks back down, once again baring her neck* You're welcome.
Astarion: *starts to drink again and then pulls off suddenly* This isn't because I...I mean this isn't because we...haven't in a while...
Iseult: *turns fully around and looks at him with a pleading expression* No! No, nothing like that. Please don't think that.
Astarion: If it was...you can defina- *he's cut short as she interrupts*
Iseult: No.
Astarion: *posture relaxes a little*
Iseult: You still hungry? Or do you want to split a bottle with me? *she smiles*
Astarion: I...I'm still hungry.
Iseult: *relaxes back into their original posture*
Astarion: *gently reopens the bite*
Iseult: *yawns* I'm going to fall asleep.
Astarion: *pulls off* I know. *starts drinking again*
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lilithsaur · 7 months
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Safi+Merik
Iseult+Aeduan
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elaineofascolat · 2 months
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March to Camelot week 2: fool
I said I was going to make this all about women and baby I’m keeping good to my word. It was difficult trying to choose one to fit this prompt and ultimately I went with Iseult of the White Hands, not because I consider her a fool but because her story involves a lot of fooling with her marriage to Tristan being more or less a sham because she shares a name with his lover and the deaths of Tristan and Iseult the Blonde happening when she fools Tristan into thinking Iseult is not on the ship coming to save him. I think she’s very fascinating and tragic and I wish there was more exploration into her character out there
This was my first time working with a limited color palette in like 8 years so it’s a little messy and idk if I like it much but it’s all a learning process
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lepetitdragonvert · 8 months
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Tristram and Yseult
Artist : Sidney Harold Meteyard (1868-1947)
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pre-raphaelisme · 10 months
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Tristram and Yseult by Sidney Harold Meteyard
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gellavonhamster · 11 months
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Apologies for phone camera quality, but I simply need to show everyone how pretty the illustrations in this edition of The Romance of Tristan and Iseult by Joseph Bédier are. The artist is Olga Isayeva.
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ivarthebadbitch · 1 year
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the last kingdom + forehead touches
(requested by @weaverhawk)
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illustratus · 1 year
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Tristan and Isolde by Herbert James Draper
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Star-crossed [love]rs
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“Apart, the lovers could neither live nor die, for it was life and death together”.
For @mortiscausa‘s March to Camelot.
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israaverse · 4 months
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[OC/FAE] imported an old FFXIV pc and now she's a real oc. once Iltani Rya, now she's Iseult D'Awleigh, the Fae Queen's witch. Iseult is an illusionary, artificer, and is able to use Compelling Speech as a devotee of Uratháil (placeholder, once Callisto) the goddess of the new moon, eclipses, and illusions. Iseult's crest is the sun in eclipse, granted power and prestige by Áine, the Fae Queen.
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malorydaily · 2 months
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There is so much that I want to say and share about the Tristan legend (long ago I once wrote a dissertation specifically on the love potion and various love magics in arthurian legend). What is most intriguing about it is how it's a narrative device that allows for such contradictory knightly behaviour.
Moreover, there are several variations in how the potion behaves, throwing even more complication into the mix. In Beroul's The Romance of Tristan, the oldest version that is believed to be closest to whatever an original tale might look like, the potion has a time limit, and wears off in the middle of the lovers' affair. In other versions, such as Thomas of Britain's Tristan, the love potion lasts until the end of the lovers' lifetimes.
In Le Morte D'Arthur, Malory works closely from the poem Sir Tristrem, as well as the Prose Tristan – a huge source which in turn takes many cues from Beroul and Thomas of Britain. Malory's lovers are in it for the long haul, "they loued eyther other so wel that neuer theyr loue departed for wele neyther for wo / And thus it happed the loue fyrste betwixe sire Tristram and la beale Isoud / the whiche loue neuer departed the dayes of their lyf | they loved either other so well that never their love departed for weal neither for woe. And thus it happed the love first betwixt Sir Tristram and La Beale Isoud, the which love never departed the days of their life."
But this love is fraught by social impropriety, the fact that they commit adultery is automatically a sin. However, if we view the love potion as the reason for their infidelity and excuse their moral failures, does that absolve their actions of any wrongdoing? And even if so, is manufactured passion truly the ideal of chivalric love that we should admire?
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vyncentevelyn · 5 months
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Gale: In a physical sense I guess I understand it.
Halsin: I still don't.
Gale: *turns and looks up at Halsin* Think of it in more of a flower-is-beautiful and not in a tree-is-big kind of physicality.
Halsin: *sighs* Flowers can be deadly and wilt away.
Gale: Hmmm...
Wyll: He has questionable motives at best, but some do prefer a bad boy I suppose.
Gale: *snaps his fingers and points at Wyll* That's a good point.
Emperor: That still doesn't explain it.
Wyll: Touche.
Halsin: Enough is enough. I'm just going to ask him. *ignores Gale's attempts to pull him back and walks over to Astarion*
Astarion: *looks up from his book as Halsin approaches*
Halsin: Astarion, we were curious. What did you do to win over Iseult?
*Gale and Wyll peek around Halsin*
Astarion: *smirks* Is that what you boys were squawking about over there?
Gale: Curious minds. *nervously waves at Astarion*
Astarion: Of course. *he closes his book and looks at the men in front of him and then shrugs* I held a dagger to her throat when we met.
Halsin: *jaw drops*
Wyll: That...that was not what I was expecting.
Gale: Is that true?
Shadowheart: *walks up to the group of men* Is what true?
Gale: That Astarion held a dagger to Iseult's throat when they first met.
Shadowheart: *calmly nods* It's unfortunately true. I saw the whole thing. Her eyes lit up brighter than the fucking sun.
Astarion: What can I say? *a mischievous glint touches his red eyes as a full smile showing his fangs touches his lips* Some of us are just better at wielding our daggers than others.
Wyll: I actually hate you.
Emperor: I should have let you all die.
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ladyfenring · 9 months
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Dulce María Loynaz, from These Are Not Sweet Girls: Poetry by Latin American Women; "Last days of home"
for @aelswiths ❤️
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birdsofrhiannon · 3 months
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La Belle Isolde by Frederick Sandys
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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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