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For the consideration of the Midnight Society, I present a dumb hypothetical:

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so artfight is tomorrow ! i'm there with the same username, redgana (team fossil ◡̈ )

good luck to all

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Just so everyone knows, if I had the skills I’d draw this

As Arthur and Parker

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The English Gentleman, Part 4

Parker/Arthur, I don't think this one needs trigger warnings. Praise kink if you squint. I guess I got tired of Arthur's pity party because he's just being a little minx now.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Arthur glowers at his tea. Parker lays a hand on his knee, he pats twice with his fingers. He rubs slow continuous lines back and forth with his thumb. Arthur's tension eases into something more like anticipation. "Hey," it's that voice, "Look at me." Arthur does, he thinks he'd do anything Parker said if he kept talking like that. "There ain't nothing wrong with you. You know that right?"

"I..." Parker's conviction is so strong it must be true. He would trust Parker's word on anything. "I know."

Parker hums, pleased. He's familiar with it as a sound Parker makes when he gets the answer he wants to hear out of somebody. Arthur never knew it could feel so good to be on the receiving end of Parker's interrogation techniques.

Arthur looks at Parker's hand. He's not stroking anymore but he hasn't moved it. Arthur considers the ways he's seen Parker touch other men before. "You've been flirting with me. Before now. Before this. Did you know? Did you know I was... That I'd like it?"

Parker takes his hand away like he wasn't previously aware of its location. "I had a hunch you might like guys yeah. You're not exactly subtle the way you stare at me y'know?" He laughs, "But I try not to flirt with you. It ain't easy."

Arthur feels almost offended that Parker wouldn't flirt with him as much as possible. "Why not?"

Parker looks away for a moment and then back at Arthur "Because I like you," he says quietly.

Arthur cocks his head to side, "That doesn't make sense."

Parker sighs, "You're smart kid, think it through. I could never be sure if you'd want me like that. And even if you did there are so many things that could go wrong you know? I like working together. I like being your friend. I didn't want to risk that for a roll in the hay. And s'pose we tried it and you didn't like it? Where's that leave me, huh? I'd never forgive myself if I pushed you away."

Arthur has never seen this side of Parker. He seems almost... Insecure. Arthur bumps his knee against Parker's again. "I've never known you to shy away from a risk, Parker."

Parker looks at Arthur's knee and back at his face, "I stick to the gamblers code, English. Never bet anything you're not prepared to lose."

He brushes his hand against Parker's leg. "Hm, I was never any good with that rule. I always want to keep going until I win."

Parker's leg jumps but he doesn't pull it away. "Well thank our lucky stars that gambling's my vice and not yours."

Arthur leans closer to Parker, "I have other vices," he purrs.

"Fuck, Art," he groans, "I ain't joking around here ok? It's all fun and games till someone gets hurt. You better be sure this is what you want." He's sure. He's never wanted anyone this badly.

Arthur gets off the couch and stands in front of Parker. It's one of Parker's moves. If you put yourself above the subject physically you can often gain the upper hand in a conversation. "What if I make you a deal?"

Parker leans back against the couch to get the full view of Arthur. His eyes shine, "What d'you have in mind?" Oh, Arthur's got his number alright.

"If anything happens that I don't like I won't hold it against you. I won't blame you for it. It wouldn't be your fault anyway, right? No, you're just helping me figure out what I like and don't like." He rubs at his neck sheepishly.

Parker glances at his neck and licks lips. It's subtle, a less sharp eye than Arthur's wouldn't have caught it. Perfect.

"I'm a little out of my depth here, you know? I've learned so many things from you, Parker. I could really use your experienced hand to guide me." Parker makes a noise low in his throat. Arthur extends a hand to him. "Deal?"

Parker sucks his teeth, "Whoever taught you to flirt oughta be shot, English. You're a damn menace." He stares at the hand.

Arthur gives him his most coquettish smile. "Pretty please?"

Parker groans. He grabs Arthur's hand and pulls him forward. "Deal."

Arthur loses his balance a moment before he scrambles into Parker's lap. Parker is not shy about rearranging Arthur's limbs to his liking. He ends up straddling Parker's waist with his hands on his shoulders.

"I figured you'd like a little man handling." Arthur can barely feel the warmth from Parker's body compared to how flushed his own skin becomes. "You blush real pretty you know?" Parker cups a hand behind Arthur's neck and brushes his cheek with a thumb. "Can't fake that with a silver tongue. That's real."

Arthur lets his eyes slip shut, "Parker..." he breathes. He savors the feeling of being touched just that little bit before he opens his eyes again.

"Arthur." Oh fuck. Hearing his name in that tone of voice does something to him. He'd go weak at the knees if he wasn't already on them. He whimpers. He fists his hands in Parker's shirt. They haven't even done anything yet god damn it.

Parker chuckles, "As much as I like just havin' you in my lap like this, was there anything else you wanted, sweetheart?"

Arthur moans. This is his chance isn't it?He's not about to waste it. "I want you to kiss me. Rough. Like you would if I had agreed to cooperate with your investigation but you thought I had information I was holding out on and you needed to pull it out of me."

"Done," Parker growls. He plants his hand firmly behind Arthur's neck and yanks him forward to crash their mouths together. The other hand he snakes up to get a fist full of Arthur's hair.

Arthur groans. His lips are barely open before Parker's tongue is pushing inside his mouth. Parker's grasp on him is so solid he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to. He tries to kiss back as best as he can. He must do a decent job of it because Parker is moaning into his mouth. Arthur can feel the vibration of Parker's tenor voice sing through his skin. It's electrifying. It feels like it's buzzing through his teeth and resonating in his skull. It feels so right. It's everything he never dared to dream of.

Yayyyyy the end. Thank you to those of you who have been following along and especially to those of you who encouraged me to keep writing. It's been a lot of fun.

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why can’t queers just flirt like normal people

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A little pride month thing of John and Arthur

Hey gang! To anyone who cares, here’s a lil animation thing before my exams start tmr! I’m also seeing hadestown after my exams so I’m super excited for that 🤭🤭🤭 wish me luck!!!!

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Reblog if your art project has not, does not, and never will make use of generative ai at any point in your creative process.

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I will start sobbing violently no one look at me

Poem by Natalie Wee

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Jesus Christ, Arthur

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@pri-the-writer can you and also please please please let me make art of them

origins au where the warden dies of their injuries in flemeth’s hut after ostagar. and flemeth sees that the existence of a buddy grey warden was extremely emotionally load-bearing for the one she did manage to save so she puts a spirit in the warden’s corpse and drags them out with the exact same you worry too much young man! look, they’re fine! spiel

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having thousands of followers can sometimes be annoying but sometimes it rules bc when i get like two notes on a post it's So fucking funny. and the crowd goes dead fucking silent. nobody liked that. seven thousand people in the room and two of them gave you a pity golf clap. genuinely unironically it fucking rules

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when i was younger, my dad used to warn me about something he'd call a book of kells. This isn't the biblical manuscript i found when i googled the term, no, to him, a book of kells was an object, something meaningless you'd pick up on the sidewalk when you walked home from school. Maybe an old penny, a shiny piece of tinsel, some miscellaneous bit of trash- the vessel didn't matter. What mattered was, when you touched it, whether on purpose or by accident, you'd be transported to another world where you were needed. It would be magical or fantastical, and you'd live a lifetime there. You'd stay as long as you were needed, building friendships, building a reputation, coming to terms with your new existence- even starting to forget you were ever anywhere else

The caveat was, once you'd finished what you had to do, defeat the evil, end your quest after decades and decades of years, you'd go right back to where you started, still a person on the sidewalk with that paperclip you'd picked up- and you'd remember none of it. That lifetime, those people you'd come to love, the landscape that burrowed its way into your bones, gone. And then you're just the kid walking home after your dad missed the pickup time.

It always seemed strange to me, that he'd tell me of this. My father was always a very serious man, the kind with tired eyes and a myriad of life lessons and recommendations of practicality. To think he was engaging in such whimsy seemed an oddity- at the time, i guessed it was his way of meeting me in the middle. What especially never sat right with me, was that he warned me away from these book of kells. Not always, but every so often, he'd drop me off at my mom's, or school, and then college, with

"don't find a book of kells. stay safe."

I mean, who wouldn't want a life of adventure like that? even fleeting, even if you forget it. It's the structure of hundreds of stories and books and movies for a reason. Why warn anyone away from that? Isn't it worth it, even if it's not forever, even if it leaves you?

but lately, i've slipped back into what i've called one of my ruts, the periodic return to a general malaise where my body and mind reminds me that despite my efforts of pounding back 8 glasses of water and sitting in the sun, there is something wrong with me. And i wonder, after the weeks past where i lose all motivation, where everything seems meaningless, where i am at the bottom of my own deepest, darkest hole and consider not climbing out, if this is what he meant by it. Maybe I did find a book of kells, maybe i did live this beautiful, meaningful life of magic and fantasy, and i returned having forgot it. But something gets left behind, in that other world. Or maybe a part of you remembers it, and suddenly finals and work seem insignificant to the grand quest of the other side.

I understand why he'd warn someone of it, then. Why he got that look in his tired eyes when i closed the door, promising to avoid the books of kells.

Or maybe, it was his way of reaching out to his kid, the one that cycles from happy to an unreachable sad, in any way he could. Maybe he could muster a bit of fantasy to try and cross that gap, to beg me to take care of myself.

Or maybe, he found one too, when he was a kid. Or maybe it was all just one of his things. Either way, i still try and avoid them.

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This post put so many dragon age themed worms in my head thank you

origins au where the warden dies of their injuries in flemeth’s hut after ostagar. and flemeth sees that the existence of a buddy grey warden was extremely emotionally load-bearing for the one she did manage to save so she puts a spirit in the warden’s corpse and drags them out with the exact same you worry too much young man! look, they’re fine! spiel

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Geralt of Rivia || The white wolf

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as someone who frequently says 'i love you' to my friends after they do something characteristically stupid, i need you to know it is because when you do that thing, the people who love you are filled with such a warm and intense reminder of the love they carry for you that not saying it seems impossible. How could i not say i love you when every moment in which ive known you plays through my mind in HD in a split second? how am i to suppress my declaration when i am bubbling with all my affections. you're so stupid i love you

i think there’s actually nothing better than being randomly told “I love you” after doing something characteristically stupid. Like what do you mean I’m a lovable person and I just did something silly and you thought “of course you would do that. I love you.”. No better feeling

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Bro pulled 2 resolutes in a row I had to draw him

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