Original post here. Five fics are still claimable!

(Just for clarification, the name Bedwyr Bedrydant translates roughly to "Bedivere of the Perfect Sinews".)

For kaliscoo: ( visitingWestmark!Bedivere )

Original post here. Five fics are still claimable!

(Okay, please forgive the horrible amount of musical!canon that this seems to reflect.)

For mhari: ( deadserious!Bedivere )

Pretentious jerk he is, Bedivere assumes somebody may, for whatever reason, be looking for him. Ergo, he has decided to plant himself (and his slingshot, and his book, and his tankard of meade) comfortably in the shade of some trees where he can be easily located by anyone wanting to find him. And maybe thse who don't want to also.

Original post here. Six fics are still claimable!

For ladyknight30: ( intheCaribbean(withJackSparrow)!Bedivere )

Original post here. Six fics are still claimable!

For silverdragon262: ( Cooking!Bedivere )

No fair ganging up on the one-handed guy!

Shut up, Bedi. Alright, I swore he'd be subjected to this, so here it is. You know the routine: you claim one, I write it, all is giddy.

1. withagirl!Bedivere
2. withaboy!Bedivere Claimed by mhari
3. bigbrother!Bedivere
4. brawling!Bedivere
5. visitingWestmark!Bedivere Claimed by kaliscoo
6. cooking!Bedivere Claimed ( Read more... )

*Bedivere is, by habit if not by nature, a rotten and lecherous drunkard. As such, he can currently be located in the wine cellar, helping himself to a few bottles of very fine vintages. Just because he drinks too much doesn't mean he can't enjoy the finest of it.*

*Bedivere, for all intents and purposes, is sitting out by a pond of sorts, alternately drinking from a half-full wineskin and throwing rocks at ducks. He only alternates because, having only one hand, he cannot do both at the same time.*

I'm beginning to notice a theme in my women. Observe:

Fleur Delacour
Daisy Buchanan
Caddy Compson (Username: smellsofflowers)

Hmmm. I have yet to figure out how to fit Zara into this pattern, but don't worry hon, I'll come up with something.

*playing with the now very wilted rose stem which he apparently ripped the petals off of last night in a gay hissy fit*

Well, needless to say that was fairly...awkward? Embarassing? Something?

Yep. *tosses the stem over his shoulder*

No hard feelings, right Mordred?