#and there is no firm canon

[poparthuriana]

The first two of these are referring to Lancelot, the third presumably to Morgan, who is winning their poll (in such a landslide I think I can go ahead and say it, even if some people who haven't voted see this). It seems we're in agreement that chess pieces are being eaten here but not in agreement by whom. So, just for fun...

[bamsara]

I saw this question on another artists page and I got curious. What’s a trend/headcanon that you’ve noticed in the fandom that you can’t stand? And is there a reason why?

I'm not a fan of answering this question because I think if I talk about what hc I dislike, it'll influence or invite dogpiling on a HC

Also I don't really...dislike other people's hc? I don't even like it when people say 'mischaracterization' for someone's interpretation of a character since everyone's personal view on a character is their own deal (and I think theres a lot of Bad when you have one characterization to be the 'correct' one regardless of how popular it is) Like there's no wrong or right way. Same with HCs

If asked what technical fanfic stuff I dislike and I could tell you how some paragraph formatting is hard to read but actual other people's creations/hcs I don't fume over. I'm writing/drawing exactly what I want to see anyway so like. why would i care

anyways peace and love on planet earth and love what you want forever

[pippuns]

or: the one where shen qingqiu stumbles on a bunch of compiled evidence from qi qingqi that he is Not The Same Person as shen jiu

[amimuu]

What if Narinder was a scum villain or smt…. (AU THING!?!)

You can you up, no can no bb. If you are so insistent on the story being terrible, okay, go on and change it! Let’s see how this story’s biggest hater does in the shoes of the main villain.

SVSSS x COTL?!?!!? More likely than you think!!!! (Doodles under the cut!!

‼️Slight blood warning‼️ )

Hey….

*crowd actually cheers for once*

That’s weird. Who are you people.

*crowd stares at me confused*

Uh…Bing bong so my brain once more decided to torture me with visions (mixing one of my fave books with one of my favorite games—) so now this exists—

These weeks have been a LOT. I went into a stress induced creative block and right after went to French summer camp?! Writing this as I’m supposed to be asleep LMAO (dw I’ll be okay) but ANYWAYS!! What is this?!

Crossover duh—but to those who don’t know the plot—okay. Just imagine ???? is this guy who reads a webcomic. (Which is cult of the lamb! Let’s forget the game exists. It’s a webcomic in this universe ) So he hates it because it’s bad. Like. Bad. The protagonist is too powerful, there are a bajillion plot holes, too many love interests—and god, what is that world-building?! He detests it, so as soon as it’s done he leaves one last hate comment—

As he chokes on his food.

That doesn’t end well.

Anyways, waking up, ???? realizes he has transmigrated into said story…as Narinder, the main villain, hated by all, and with the worst ending of all the antagonistic characters. The why of this? Well, the story is so bad, surely even someone like him could take matters into—quite literally—his own hands. Plus, he’s got a game-like system that rewards him or punishes him depending on how well he does in “fixing” the plot…while also not being able to break character, at least for the first story arc. Oh dear.

And so Narinder’s adventure starts. Survive, improve the outcome for everyone and—seduce the protagonist…? Wait—no—that wasn’t part of the plan-!!

Anyways. I’ll talk more about this silly thing later…when I’m not falling asleep at least dkfnkdjfjejfj. Hopefully you enjoyed the ramble and the doodles. Until next time

[justaz]

king merlin after meeting lady guinevere and sir lancelot’s baby and falling in love: arthur. i want a baby.

king arthur, not looking up from his paperwork: …what?

merlin: give me a baby.

arthur, sighing: merlin, you studied to be a physician. i don’t think i have to be the one to tell you how impractical that is.

merlin, rolling his eyes: this is why i’m the brighter side of the coin

arthur, finally looking up: wha-

queen merlin using magic to transform her body: i. want. a. baby.

arthur:

arthur:

arthur: *stands up from his desk so fast his chair topples over, multiple parchments flutter to the ground, his tunic is already off*

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Horrors of Cooking: Hazbin Hotel

Charlie: Dinner's ready!

Angel: *sits at the table and waves his hand in front of his face* WHEW!!! Char, babe, what the fuck did you make?

Charlie: Pasta with alfredo sauce!

Alastor: *wearing a gas mask*

Angel: ......*pokes his plate hesitantly with a fork* .......There's enough garlic in this to flush out all the vampires in the city, Toots....

Charlie: Well..... I may or may not have had an issue with the garlic powder.... but look! It can't be that bad! Vaggie's eating it!

Vaggie: *polishing off her plate with a blank face* Can I have some more, babe?

Lucifer: Well, it can't be that bad. Let's give it a go, shall we?

Hazbins: *all take a bite*

Husk: *fur puffs up before falling out all at once*

Niffty: *eye starts watering profusely as she raises her fork in the air excitedly* YAY!!! PAIN!!!

Alastor: *refusing to take off the gas mask*

Lucifer: *coughing and wheezing as clumps of garlic powder catch in his throat and burn his mouth* Water!!! .....Water!!!

Angel: *feels his tongue burning and tingling with the overabundance of garlic as tears form in his eyes and he clutches his throat* FUCKING - A, CHAR!!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! THIS IS A WAR CRIME AND AN AFFRONT TO ITALIANS EVERYWHERE!!!!

Vaggie: *leisurely eating her second helping*

Angel: HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU JUST EATING THAT?!?!?!?!

Vaggie: Years of practice.

[lyxthen]

Every time fandom ignores or dismisses a character's asexuality, either explicit or implied, for the sake of shipping, this is what I see in my brain.

[boarloved-art]

ig ooomfie said i should draw xuanli and i kinda went crazy abt them whoopsydoodle

[jmartatkmart]

s4 martin headcanon i just KNOW he ran that institute like THE NAVY. either to not provoke peter to make more people disappear or to not make anyone too suspicious. and since peter was never around and his little sneaky ass hid behind "oh im just an assistant, im passing the word from the Boss Man :(" while being in everyones business about missing deadlines. archives was a mess sure but there are other departments!! someone needed to approve Debrah motherly leave!

[mischieviem]

Had this concept banging around in my head begging to be released so

I finally forced myself to do it ahaha

[mellarked-katnisseverdeen]

There is an endless amount I love the last chapter of Mockingjay and the Epilouge. Genuinely sometimes I feel like I could write a whole novel sized thesis about it and still not quite be satisfied I got to talk about everything.

But I think on this list of my favorite details (which is a mile long) is that Katniss describes her daughter as dancing and playing. And her son as haveing 'chubby toddler legs' that he uses to follow after his older sis.

There could be no clearer way to show to me how happy and loved these children are. How loved and wanted and surrounded by safety and peace. Unloved children don't dance and play like this, children didn't have chubby toddler legs when Katniss grew up. To see these little details paints such a picture of how these children live, and prove their whole point of existence in the narrative from a writing perspective. It shows what the scars were for, what the pain that still lingers paid for. It assures us, even if it's vague, Katniss got to get out of this confusion.

She ended up being able to find and create what she wanted in the freedom she and others paid so high a price for. And while the loss it took will never go away and will always sting, that she got what she had coming to her, the peace and freedom she so craved and spends the rest of her life enjoying along with healing from the cost.

[temeyes]

when your nonchalant hater, fashionista of a dinosaur isn't photogenic,,,

[eleganthologramcolor]

Autistic!Reader x Simon Riley

Tw suggestive, authors note- "this is based upon personal experience. Everyone experiences autism differently and this may be relatable to some and not to others."

Simon is a blunt man. He can be gentle with you, he knows his own strength, his size, the natural powerful resonance of his voice, he knows to take it down a notch for you. He's been trying to court you best he can for a while now. Both of you are shy in an awkward, stoic way. Stone faced and staring at each other's hands rather than the eyes, chatting awkwardly until obligatory small talk is over and finally conversation can trickle into something slightly more comfortable.

To an outsider, this is a very stilted and unnatural event. Both of you speak without even looking at each other in clipped responses, almost as if this is some sort of forced polite pleasantries that hide irritation from the public view.

Simon's a little bit more knowledgeable on you, though. It took a long while but finally he'd earned the privilege of your time, your company. It was something he'd cherished, how he didn't have to coax answers out of you anymore, how you offered them a little more freely. You didn't fidget as much anymore, at least not nervously, not glaring at the floor and chewing at your fingers while you wait for him to go away.

He'd finally had your number. You'd given it to him voluntarily, and he remembers tapping your contact in with shaky fingers, a little frown on his face, a sign of his own internal celebration, if you'd believe it.

Then came the complicated part.

Finally you'd reached a point with him when flirting was acceptable, feelings very much out in the open, interest made clear (verbally, it was a long conversation of, "in that way? Like that? Like romantic?" Not that he minded. Whatever it took), but somehow he found you pulling away, almost stubbornly, and he didn't know why.

His own blunt nature is unknowingly the cause.

It starts out small, a clipped conversation over text,

> You should pick out a place for dinner tonight.

It's how you both always communicated, blunt and to the point. You'd mentioned wanting to eat out someplace soon. So he'd take you tonight, or at least he thought. Your response confuses him.

> I don't want to go out tonight.

He might be used to blunt responses, but somehow he can detect a bit of irritation behind it. Has he done something wrong? Simon panics quietly for most of the day until he gets home to you. Where you're nice and calm, legs tucked under you where you sit, chin on your knees, watching your favorite show.

It happens again a week later, on one of his off days. He's spent the entire lazy weekend kissing at you, testing the waters with lingering touches, and when you reciprocate, he's over the moon, but still cordial, moving slowly and gently in case you'll put a stop to it. Finally, he's certain you'd want more, and he suggests, "we should head upstairs."

He watches for a moment as your face scrunched up. Minor irritation. You're quiet for a moment, and he gently retracts the statement, moving to just hold you close instead.

He wonders what he's done wrong. Simon spends another few days with similar instances, even being denied his routine morning goodbye kiss simply because he asked. It's not until he's listening idly one evening to you and a friend who's come over, that he perks up at something odd. You have a coughing fit. Nothing major, your throat's probably dry from talking all evening.

"Oh, are you okay? Go get some water!"

Your friend means well, but Simon looks over just in time to catch it. That flicker of irritation. Hesitation, even though clearly you'd like something to drink. You shake your head with a firm and quick insistence before returning to conversation.

That evening, he decides to test his theory.

You'd rejected his blunt demands for takeout and dinner plans. Even though you'd seemed excited for the idea previously.

"Thinking of going out to eat tonight."

He watches from the corner of his eye, as you perk up, sitting at the table with your books.

"Maybe that place in town. Haven't been in a week or so."

When you take a moment, sitting in thought, caught in that delicate limbo, he knows he's right. He's got to tread carefully, now. You'd let him go alone if he didn't invite you along, but you'd deny wanting to go at all if he told you to get ready.

"Don't think I want to go alone."

That gets you, nodding, eager to offer a solution to is predicament, and he smiles, hiding it with an awkward tilt of his head.

He doesn't mind it. He'll take time to learn you little by little, if that's what it takes.

[anxiouslowercase]

sas rh: let eoin survive the fall au » meeting the french

[brookiidookiii]

my take on butch4butch mkulia for lesbian week

[justaz]

im a slut for post magic reveal arthur (& knights) thinking merlin has like. a smidge of magic. like he can get stains out of clothes or warm food and baths but OBVIOUSLY merlin can’t fight. that’s ridiculous. merlin doesn’t correct this notion for whatever reason - perhaps it’s best that people think that so when they’re all in danger, he isn’t registered as a threat so he can protect his silly lil guys. ofc his silly lil guys realize that they were wrong bc the bad guys get a lil too close to hurting arthur and merlin is like “nope! fights over!!” and annihilates them