elaine – Arthurian Legends

eliamatrell:

poems ⋯ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓉𝓉 by alfred, lord tennyson.

❝ “I am half sick of shadows,” said
The Lady of Shalott. ❞

lclrgsl:

Sophie Gengembre Anderson – Elaine

John Everett Millais – Ophelia

Paul Delaroche – La Jeune Martyr

by Rino Stefano Tagliafierro (x)

kristinkaalol:

The Lady of Shalott

sorry-cassandra:

i am half sick of shadows (x)

elaine of astolat || a cursed weaver imprisoned in a tower on an island near camelot

valodia:

More character designs for my game. I think every major character is done now (Merlin is a separate, specific design).

Elaine of Astolat is the cutest character

Morgana uses her kind words to convince the young Elaine that she should use a poison on Lancelot, to force him to lover her

cryptophelia:

to never feel the breaking apart (all my pictures of you) {x}

who is this? and what is here? a mix for the lady of shalott + lancelot du lac.

01. gravity (lake version) vienna teng

hey love, i am a constant satellite of your blazing sun

02. ever emilie autumn

you were the one thing i could count on
even if your apathy was what i expected

(i never told you i needed you, darling
like a rose needs the rain
how could you possibly know how much?)

03. love love love the mountain goats

love, love is gonna lead you by the hand
into a white and soundless place
now we see things as in a mirror, dimly
then we shall see each other face to face

04. pictures of you the cure

looking so long at these pictures of you
but i never hold on to your heart
looking so long for the words to be true
but always just breaking apart
my pictures of you

05. wherever you will go charlene soraia

so lately, been wondering who will be there to take my place
when i’m gone, you’ll need love to light the shadows on your face

(and maybe i’ll find out a way to make it back someday
to watch you, to guide you, through the darkest of your days)

06. breathe no more evanescence

i’ve been looking in the mirror for so long
that i’ve come to believe my soul’s on the other side

07. at the end, there still were words michiru oshima

{instrumental}

08. wedding/funeral anchor & braille

hands will tremble as you’re lowered down the aisle
but you won’t look at me, not so much as smile

i want to stand up and speak my peace
but i let your hollow pieces walk away

09. the blower’s daughter damien rice

and so it is
the shorter story
no love, no glory
no hero in her skies