I must say I'm kinda surprised mordred hasn't taken an actual lover yet, given she's at least 1/3rd Fae but the story has been awesome so far!
If she does end up having more children a daughter could be very fun, but I get if you don't want to add even more characters to your story.(or just think my suggestion is dumb, obviously.)

I'm not sure what you mean by being 1/3rd fae equals needing to have a lover but I can respond to the rest. The initial reason why Mordred didn't have a lover was that I struggled quite a bit with writing character interactions so a romance would have been a special kind of hell for me.

Nowadays, setting aside that this final arc is more of an overbloated epilogue of extreme proportion and adding in a half assed romance isn't feasible, Mordred wouldn't take on a lover between the sheer danger of being HER lover and having other priorities in her life like reconnecting with her other grandkids properly once her plan (hopefully) succeeds. Also because I just prefer to not have a romantic (sub)plot in my writing, there's plenty out there for people to read so I want to focus on things other than romance.

As for more kids, well, Mordred is now up to about 20ish grandkids, so yeah, probably no more kids for Mordred personally. Turns out that when you have two sons with sixish bio-compatible wives between them and each wife has threeish kids then you wind up with a lot of grandchildren. Better yet, since they are her grandkids, she can do all of the fun things with them and let their parents handle the hard parts! Mostly anyway.

I do plan on Artoria and Mordred hanging out later on so maybe that'll fulfill your desire for Mordred to have a daughter.

I don't get why you needed a trigger warning for this.
I mean fat ugly bastard who also rapes, like that's the perfect villain/acceptable target for me.

Basically I was covering my ass since it was darker and more explicit than I had written before and learned that for some reason, it seems that warning about triggers, triggers people even two years after that whole discussion. For more info you can read the older conversation here.


Edit: Well, it's been about four months since I last posted a chapter and still no chapter to be shown but don't worry, at the rate I'm going, it's going to take less than a year for the next chapter! Bad news, unless something changes, it's probably going to be another couple months at this rate. But hey, that's still half the time it took me to get out the last chapter... I hope I didn't just jinx myself there.

Edit: I jinxed myself. Just a quick update for those checking, I'm still working on it but it looks like I'll be switching over to an update a year schedule, two if we're lucky. I promise I'll finish this damn story even if it takes me decades, I absolutely refuse to leave it unfinished so close to the end but uh... Unless a miracle happens, I doubt I'll be updating more than once or twice a year at this rate. So "only" 3.5-7 more years.
 
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Yeah, it's dead, Jim. New
Yeah... So the sad truth is that I've beaten this dead horse to paste, reformed it, baked it, and then beat it into a paste again before pouring gasoline and thermite on it and lighting it on fire with napalm. I have everything left plotted out, I have a very solid idea of what I want to write, the words are all laid out in my head but the moment I pull My Life as Mordred up to write even just a short five hundred word segment, nothing. Not a single drop of blood could be squeezed from this dry stone.

The early days of being utterly possessed by this story where I could barely eat, drink, or sleep as I felt the overwhelming and ever present NEED and DESIRE to just keep on writing My Life as Mordred are a long faded figment of the past that I sincerely doubt I will ever truly experience again.

So, as much as I wish to keep my word and just keep squeezing this stone for even just one more drop of blood for the foreseeable future, I think it's time to put everyone out of our misery and move on. I do have a fun idea (at least to me) for a way to wrap it all up and explain what everything was going to happen next, which IS making some (marginal) progress that I'll post when it is (eventually) complete alongside the remnants of what would have been the next chapter (I did complete the beach scene I promised) but that's it. I am going to finally let My Life as Mordred have its well deserved rest.

Thank you everyone for all of your comments and support over the years. It means a great deal to me to know that other people can and do enjoy my work even when I am cringing at it years after the fact. I am sorry that I couldn't fulfill my oath to finish this or die trying but I think it's best to just let it go and stop hoping (and giving false hope) that it'd come back to life. This experience has taught me an incredible amount about both writing and myself that I would not be the same without and I'd certainly be a far worse writer without both the positive and the negative critiques I received from all of you.

I will be back with a new story Soon™ that I will, hopefully, update multiple times a year. Perhaps even monthly! ...I have learned from this the hard way that forcing myself to continually complete weekly or even biweekly updates apparently kills my ability to write a story. Period. But hopefully when that time (finally) comes, all of you will be there to enjoy it just as much as you did My Life as Mordred or maybe even more so.

Until then? Have fun, stay safe, and remember, Mordred is just a prayer away. 🙏 Sorry, couldn't quite resist making the joke.
 
I will be back with a new story Soon™ that I will, hopefully, update multiple times a year. Perhaps even monthly! ...I have learned from this the hard way that forcing myself to continually complete weekly or even biweekly updates apparently kills my ability to write a story. Period. But hopefully when that time (finally) comes, all of you will be there to enjoy it just as much as you did My Life as Mordred or maybe even more so. Sorry, couldn't quite resist making the joke.

Hey if it's not working then it's not working. No shame in that. On the bright side I think people had fun with this story, I know I did, and I'll personally be looking forward to whatever idea you cook up next.
 
Summary of the rest for those who don't want to wait New
Can we get your writing notes than? Like what you planned to do and how it would've gone?

Hmm, part of me wants to save that info for when, definitely when not if, I post the wrap up chapter but who knows how long that'll take me. So here's my "slightly" scatterbrained summary of everything that was going to happen.

(Fair warning, I wrote most of this last night at way too early in the morning and haven't done much at all towards proofreading it.)

Edit: Threadmarked this at @Pirafir's request.

To continue off with where I last remember leaving off: DragonCon ends well, with one dragon going to bug their Slann buddy into meeting with Mordred and Mordred has a secret chat with Grimby about turning Norsca into a dragon only land. Artoria needs some time away so Mordred picks her up and they sunbathe together on a beach while Mordred helps her deal with her emotions and recent life events.

Meanwhile, the war rages on with Bretonnia's attempted blitzkrieg failing as Drakenreich's inherited fondness for excessive amounts of cannons and muskets alongside a bunch of high functioning wizards allows them to stall out any siege long enough for the twins to show up and show off their raw power and coincidentally fix the plotholes problems Greggory and Johan were having by not being a literal goddess with stupid amounts of charisma, by winning over everyone with sheer firepower and merely high amounts of charisma while leading the charge.

They deal with the invading forces and then proceed to go on to conquer the entirety of Bretonnia and start outright blasting chunks out of Athel Loren in retaliation for surprise attacking them during the conquest of Bretonnia. Later on it's revealed that the Lady of the Lake is actually a spirit that Ariel refers to as "Corriygn, daughter of mists" that teamed up with the wood elves (who needed meat shields) to ascend into godhood which is why peasants aren't allowed to worship her so her legend doesn't get warped, and while the elves are totally fine with Mordred, LotL is super jealous hence the mixed reactions that were going on.

In the midst of Drakenreich about to lay down the law on the wood elves after making Bretonnia its bitch, Chaos sails across the sea of claws from Norsca, headed by the freshly awoken Kholek Suneater leading Chaos United as part of Chaos' actual plot to deal with what Mordred's been up to. Greggory and Johan's only heads up is the huge ass storm that was cloaking Chaos the entire way. The twin sons of Mordred kick ass and manage to halt Chaos' assault but their armies are beyond tired now and they have about doubled their territory in size so they accept the wood elves' surrender and set about building up the entirety of Bretonnia.

Meanwhile, Mordred and Artoria are over in Ulthuan for their own pieces of the puzzle to make Chaos fuck off permanently and also to make sure their island doesn't sink to the bottom of the ocean when all the magic power fueling it suddenly cuts off. They stay just long enough for Artoria to build up enough grudges pertaining to elves that her fellow sufferers of elven nonsense, the dwarfs, instinctively recognize her as a comrades in arms even without knowing she's Mordred's granddaughter.

Then, with the elves talked to, their island shored up, and the war that Artoria has been feeling guilty about this entire time over, Mordred drops off Artoria back at home before helping Grimby and friends set up an enormous Aegis of Mordred over a huge swathe of Norsca with the dragons in full control of it. coincidentally, it helps a ton with the magic twisted land and creatures by absorbing all that excess magic. Afterwards, Mordred runs down to the south where she speaks with speaks with Corriygn who gets inducted as a "subordinate goddess" and allowed to live.

Mordred then gets alerted to the fact that that one dragon's Slann buddy has agreed to meet and she hurries on over where she then faces the great debate on whether or not she's apart of The Plan or not, which she points out that at the very least, getting rid of Chaos is part of The Plan so there's no problem working together to do just that. With that, they agree and she helps rouse a lot of their members and deal with a few of the more pressing problems before prepping for her final push.

A few years later and Mordred chats with her kids about her living in fear of not living in fear in a world that Chaos still exists which is why she's about to do something rather risky and needs their help to do it. That's right, while Greggory, Johan, and Artoria(the eldest grandkid by far), as well as the Slann and bulk of the dragons go up north to deal with the north polar gate, Mordred goes Goddess Mode and shuts the south polar gate in Chaos' face. Then she zips up to the north where everyone is getting bodied by an enraged Chaos and through the combined efforts of everyone and Mordred pushing herself to the edge of getting ejected out of reality, they close the north polar gate as well.

From there, Mordred doesn't have worry about Khorne nearly as much and uses the very last of her goddess juice to commit genocide on the Skaven. She then finally leaves Goddess Mode before her divinity actually wears a hole in the fabric of spacetime and works with the Slann as a "mere" mortal to get rid of the warpstone moon still above everyone's heads.

After all of that, Mordred finally has the opportunity to just kick back and truly just hang out and play with her small army of grandkids without a care in the world while her sons are busy actually ruling and dealing with the legion of much more minor leftover problems.

The End.
 
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Yeah... So the sad truth is that I've beaten this dead horse to paste, reformed it, baked it, and then beat it into a paste again before pouring gasoline and thermite on it and lighting it on fire with napalm. I have everything left plotted out, I have a very solid idea of what I want to write, the words are all laid out in my head but the moment I pull My Life as Mordred up to write even just a short five hundred word segment, nothing. Not a single drop of blood could be squeezed from this dry stone.
Thank you for the story.

Hmm, part of me wants to save that info for when, definitely when not if, I post the wrap up chapter but who knows how long that'll take me. So here's my "slightly" scatterbrained summary of everything that was going to happen.
Please threadmark this!
 
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