#drawing Merlin’s memes again

[myoonmii]

Poor guy has no idea what’s about to hit him

[maystardust]

What do you mean this isn't how chapter 1 ended?

[sboochi]

Hi hello! just wanted to pop in and say that i am absolutely OBSESSED with the artwork you do!! I initially found the Red Shoes art first and LOVED IT! It's such a good movie and it deserves so much more recognition than it gets (booo bad marketing) and i was so happy to find someone drawing for Snow and Merlin! they're such an adorable couple and im in love with your art style!!

And your HTTYD art??? Excuse me?? HELLO??? IT'S SO GOOODDD MY GOD!! Specifically i am obsessed with your redesigns for DND and just your redesigns in general like COME ON!!

And not to mention the JACK FROST STUFF?? AND THE OTNWAS STUFF?? THE HIJACK AUS?? HUH?? IM SORRRY YOU WOT??? IT'S AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND GORGEOUS!!! YOURE ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE AND A WONDERFUL ARTIST LIKE HOLY SHIT

Oh!! And the Merlin and Good Omens crossover!! BESTIE LISTEN IM SO INVESTED IN THAT STORYLINE IT'S AMAZING!

so yeah that's the gist essentially of my rambling. I wanna eat your art and this is a comfort blog for me. It's always a delight to see your stuff pop up on my dashboard and just know that you are an amazingly talented person and i will always be here to support it! Hope you have a wonderful day!!

Omg??? This is literally one of the sweetest messages I've ever received??

I am but a humble internet user with a weird passion for old fandoms, hoping to find other people with the same flavor of brainworms, so reading this made my day (and night)! 😭

And for everyone who hasn't checked it out already: "I am once again asking you to [give Red Shoes a chance] meme" c:

[agent-toast]

tiny cyrus (the revenge of magic)

this is half a revision of my timeless one design and also a version of cyrus before he went to the carmathen academy (and before he knew he was trans [which is a hc btw]) so he's around 8-10 yo here

my thoughts/hcs on cyrus' backstory \\//

*a lot of stuff is NOT CANON*

to me, merlin is like his weird uncle who shows up, shows cyrus how to do some complicated time magic, says "don't trust your family" or some cool facts about atlantis then leaves for a year without explanation

but merlin always treats cyrus very matter-of-factly, not giving him that much praise or comfort, just playing the role of older, more knowledgeable self, and cyrus grows to resent him for that. oh yeah and also yknow merlin doesn't want the old ones to return and everything but cyrus only finds that out later

meanwhile, his family would shower cyrus with praise and support, saying he was the strongest of the eternal ones and would lead them anew to 'bring order to chaos' blah blah blah

(which is supposed to be a reference to this if you didn't catch it) \\//

so that's why cyrus was so loyal to his family, because they supposedly accepted and cared for him. but haha no goddamn backstabbing ketas; sierra was a better mind magic user than you ever will be-

also cyrus got his british accent from talking to merlin because at first cyrus admired him a lot (who wouldn't have gender envy for merlin??), but post TCO and he's stuck with the accent now oh no

tiny cyrus (that's what im calling him now.) is basically just the owl house collector. because shh they have similar backstories. and ketas is belos, or the old ones are the archivists. after all ketas is like belos, has a history of manipulating people, especially children (see also: a bunch of his family; michael; damian, kind of)

anyway here is more tiny cyrus

collector n raine reference. heehee

and every cyrus post has a meme now i guess

(was too lazy to draw a decent ketas i'm sorry-)

[again, most of the cyrus n merlin stuff said in this post is NOT CANON]

[moonarcadia]

& here i am again with another meme of Merlin XD

Meme & drawing made by me: @moonarcadia !

[warsinmyhead]

💋 from tadashi

x | meme status: accepting!

TW: Faking sickness, honeypot missions, seduction, aggressive flirting, jealousy

"Go, are you all right?"

Amelie closed the bathroom stall door firmly behind her and pressed her back against it. She let out the breath she had been holding in and quietly confirmed she was okay.

"He's not the firm slimy guy I've dealt with," Amelie replied. She slowly opened her palm which held the guy's ring, which served as the key to unlocking his database on his sketchy dealings around the world. "I've got it. Not sure about Kitsune though – he had a horde of admirers clawing to get his attention. The other target was one of them though."

Jimin peered at his other camera on his tablet feed, trained on Tadashi, AKA Kitsune, who was busy dancing with their female target, a cousin to their male target who seemed to be involved in some seedy business of her own as well. "I have eyes on Kitsune – he's dancing with Lady Beatrice and all he needs to do is swipe her necklace."

Jimin quickly looked back at Amelie's feed as she slipped his ring into her clutch and flushed the toilet. She emerged from her stall and pretended to act ill in front of the washroom attendant.

"Think it was the puff pastries – my dietician told me to stay away from them, but they were too tempting," Amelie lied to the attendant. "If anyone asks for me, please tell them I've excused myself – I should go home before I make a fool of myself."

The attendant looked sympathetic and held the door open for Amelie as she slipped out and tried to avoid crossing paths with the male target again. She muttered something under her breath about hating honeypot missions and Jimin shook his head as he checked his watch. Seoul was short-staffed due to many personnel being ill and despite Amelie's protests, she was asked to handle a honeypot mission with Tadashi on loan from the Japanese branch.

Jimin diverted his attention back to the feed from Tadashi and urged him to speed things up. "Go has her target's ring and we need to think about making a graceful exit before we draw too much attention." He addressed Amelie again and informed her he was going to bring the car around right away. "Before you give me the stink eye, I'll be handing you a motion sickness bag to play up the charade you started."

"Smart, thanks," Amelie confirmed as she made her way to the entrance. She gulped in some fresh air and hung her head low, continuing to play up the act.

Jimin put his tablet face down and pulled the car out of park, turning the wheel sharply to move out of his parallel spot in the structure. He slowly drove down the ramp and made a right turn, then a left to make his way to the grand mansion where the gala was being held. He rolled down the window when he approached the guard tower and explained that he received a call from his boss saying she wished to leave now. The guard nodded before lifting the gate arm up and Jimin drove through to pick up Amelie.

He put the car's emergency blinkers on and stepped out of the driver's seat, retrieving a motion sickness bag and a room temp bottle of water for Amelie.

"Fantastic Mycroft, you *cough* know me too well *cough*" Amelie said as she reached for the bag and coughed into it for the act. Her free hand accepted the water and she slowly made her way to the back seat of the car. Jimin got the door for her and waited for her slide in, before closing the door and jogging to the driver's door to start driving again.

Once they got a couple miles away, Amelie put the bag down and straightened up in her seat. She fished out the ring and dangled it so it was visible in Jimin's rear view mirror. "No word from the Rookie, huh?" she asked.

"I am driving now Go so I can't check my feeds now," Jimin reminded her. "By the way, I'm taking you to the hotel so you can get changed and finish your paperwork. I'm going back for Kitsune. Merlin said he can either send for an immediate transport back to Seoul, or you're welcome to wait for Kitsune and me."

Amelie sighed as she looked out the window of the car. "I hate to waste the fuel, but I sorta wanna get back sooner than later, you know? I promised Cham I would get her some soup – she's almost over her cold, but she hasn't had good luck with delivery apps these past couple of days."

"That's very kind of you," Jimin noted. "Don't worry – Merlin said it was no trouble. He did say he successfully managed to convert all of our aircraft to carbon neutral, so it is a little less harmful at the end of the day."

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Jimin returned to his original spot in the garage after dropping off Amelie at the hotel. His feeds had shown that Tadashi had been unsuccessful in getting the woman to part with her necklace during their dance, and instead, she was more interested in trying to get him alone.

"Miss, I mean Lady Beatrice," Tadashi apologized, "surely there are other guests you must meet with at this time?"

"Oh they're such a bore," the woman sighed a bit dramatically. "I was hoping to get to know you a little more, you know, without all the people around."

"Bea!" another woman declared as she accosted the female target. "You promised to let me have a dance with this handsome man!"

"Now Liza, I never promised that!" Lady Beatrice insisted as she turned to face her friend.

Jimin squinted as he looked at the feeds and noticed another woman rudely shoved Lady Beatrice and declared she was doing the exact same thing she used to do when they were kids. Hang on, was that the girl from Germany's I.T. team?

The trio began arguing with each other and a fourth woman joined in to accuse Lady Beatrice of hogging the best guys since they were younger. Tadashi blinked as he watched the situation unfold into a dramatic mess and realized he could act now and try to get the necklace. His chance came when the fourth friend, who happened to be a bit tipsy, took a swing at Lady Beatrice and almost hit the girl from the Kingsman Germany I.T.

"Er Merlin, did you send Amelia from Germany too?" Jimin asked as he watched the women fight with each other.

"Yes I thought we might need some assist with expediting the intel from Lady Beatrice," Merlin explained. "Turns out she did have a brush with Lady Beatrice as children so I said as long as she doesn't kill our target, she was welcome to help."

Beatrice dodged a punch thrown by Amelia and in the process, she fell back and Tadashi tried to help her to her feet. The former straightened up on her own and removed her earrings and necklace, throwing them into Tadashi's hands before she lunged at Amelia. He winced and quickly backed away to get security to help, making sure to swap Beatrice's real necklace with a copy he brought in case. As he flagged down someone in security to notify them of the fight, Jimin took this moment to pull the car out of park and to head for the venue immediately.

The quartermaster made it before Tadashi got outside and he emerged from the car to get the passenger door open for his agent. He nodded at a male guest leaving and fixed his glasses as the guest told him he should leave ASAP.

"Oh?" Jimin pondered.

"The host started wrestling with her friends about some guy – real bloody mess. You wonder how someone like her got all this money and zero class," the guest added.

Jimin made a face and folded his hands as he looked around for Tadashi. He noticed one of the women who started arguing with Beatrice had come outside, her perfect hairdo falling out of place.

"Never again!" the woman declared as she glanced over her shoulder. She rushed down the steps and slowed down when she saw Jimin looking around for someone. Quickly, she fixed her hair as best as she could and approached him.

"Excuse me, but I don't think I've met you or your employer before," the woman said.

Jimin turned his head and explained that he served Lady Hyo and her business partner Chiaki Kang. (Amelie and Tadashi's covers for this mission.) "Actually Miss, I'm waiting for Mr. Kang – he said he had an important meeting in New York early tomorrow and needed to leave to catch his flight."

The woman noticed that no one was coming down the stairs looking for Jimin and she tilted her head slightly with a charming smile. "But he's probably caught up in the party. Typical boss behavior, I'm sure." She sidled up to Jimin and placed a hand on his arm. "Are you looking for a new employer? I had to fire my recent butler because I caught him using my car for his own errands."

Tadashi caught his breath once he got outside. It had taken a while to get the security personnel to go and take care of the fight, and in the meanwhile, he had to find someone else to trust with Beatrice's earrings and the copy of the necklace. He fixed his jacket and jogged down the stairs, slowing down when he saw one of the women who had been fighting getting touchy-feely with Jimin. He straightened up and swallowed the lump in his throat as he strode over to the pair. Normal Tadashi would have broken character to grab the quartermaster by the face and kissed him right there, but he knew Merlin would report on his behavior to his branch if he didn't keep the charade up until the end.

"Mycroft there you are," he declared. "I have 4 hours before my flight – let's go now."

Jimin nodded and quickly opened the door for Tadashi. He shot the woman an apologetic smile before closing the door and making a run for the driver's seat.

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Tadashi remained silent throughout the drive to the hotel and Jimin turned into the parking lot for the hotel. The pair were quiet until they reached the hotel room and Jimin held the door open for Tadashi.

The taller male checked to make sure no one else was around in the hall and he made the decision to grab Jimin by the arm and yanked him into the room after him. The door closed a bit loudly behind them and Jimin blinked as he removed his glasses in surprise.

Without warning, Tadashi leaned down and pressed his lips against the quartermaster's, his hands pressing against the door and caging Jimin in.

"That was..." Jimin trailed off once they broke away for air.

"Overdue," Tadashi admitted. "Believe me, I almost grabbed you outside, but I think Merlin would have put both of us on probation."

@sovrumana

[stix-n-bread]

M. Merlinky 1O ❤️

i think this is a good time to say i’m no longer accepting kiss meme requests AKDJJAJSJJAJJS

(..but i’m still gonna link the meme anyway)

[grumpycakes]

4, 8, 19, 30 for the artist ask game!! :)

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

I remember Agent Coulson being a NIGHTMARE to try and draw.... I feel like I constantly fail at Gwaine from BBC Merlin... and anytime i do a background, I want it but jfc does it kill meeeeeeeeeeeeeee

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

LOLLL i have a few stories from childhood that I'd NEEVEERR make now. One was about like a highschool in SPACEEEE that had none plot and too many characters.

But like ADHD makes it so hard for me to even start things so i struggle

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii don't like drawing inanimate objects??? I draw to draw ppl and things bore meeee lololol. I guess Space. I love when I get to draw space and nebulas and shit (tho i don't feel like I"m go at it)

OH and shoes have kinda been something I've started to enjoy!!!

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

i... i have a very bad concept of how my art should do and cannot predict peoples reactions and don't understand why some get thousands of notes and others just barely get over 50 (100 if it's fanart) so I could not fucking tell you

but after glancing through

fanart

BAD KIDS

It's an illust for a fanfic and a Persona 5 AU and I get WHY people aren't into it, but also I spent so long and feel it turned out so well so I want it to go crazy

Original Art

nnnnnnno one cares. So it's disincentivized my stupid ADHD ass. So again, like 50 + and I'm like hey okay cool. but like I love my babies. But I don't feel like I can spend the same amount of time cause it wont give me the same returns idk idkkkk

But all the pics in the OC kiss week (tagged as OC kiss week) were colored and i put my heart into two of my favs being

Mo and Keiko

Jasper and Charlie

but I also feel like if it's not a finished/colored version I"m not allowed to want pieces to do well

idk

Thanks for asking bab <3

artist ask meme

[fallingoverharrypotter]

Torn a New One

This is based on the @drarrymicrofic​ prompt for pretend, and got very long. Heres the ao3 link :).

The shirt is supposed to make Harry look like that one Bratz doll meme; you know the one. 

Thanks for reading <3 <3

Harry is a stoic man. That’s what Hermione calls him.

He’s sitting on Ron’s plush carpeted floors in his shiny new flat. Ron himself is passed out on a couch that costs more galleons than a year of Hermione’s tuition, with Hermione herself teetering on the edge of both her couch and hers and Ron’s refusal to bring up that they’re still fucking on the side of their tumultuous breakup. She brings up Harry’s problems to distract herself, and Harry tells her not to bother. Harry also tells her that she and Ron should just own up to their idiocy and sort their crap out sooner rather than later, and then Hermione yells loud enough to wake Ron with: Harry James Potter, you’re a complete and utter hypocrite. Ron does wake up when their voices raise like this, and then cordons Hermione off to the main bedroom leaving Harry to pretend that he’ll floo home, before the three of them end up eating cereal whilst sitting at/on Ron’s granite countertops the next morning.

All three look a right picture. Hermione is staunchly refusing to acknowledge that she’s wearing a t-shirt of Ron’s – old Canon’s merch that she’s absolutely swimming in. Harry, in solidarity, is also wearing one of Ron’s shirts without pants – the newest Wheezes rollout collection, classic stylized lettering (Ron’s got this beautiful flat because every single Witch and Wizard between the ages of 14 and 37 owns Wheezes now). And Ron himself is shirtless and in nothing but underwear.

They’ve seen more of each other than is completely normal over the last 15 years, but they’re still indulgent enough not to bring up any of the shit they refuse to talk about. They need a balancing force, Harry often thinks, someone who is outrightly honest and refuses the stupid little games that the golden trio fall into to avoid talking about their true feelings. That’s what Harry thinks inside his head, but his body ends up groaning and bending forward so his forehead smacks the countertops none too gently. His consciousness sounds more and more like someone he refuses to think about whenever he’s been drinking. Merlin save him.

“Oi,” Ron admonishes without looking up from his bowl. He’s leaning atop the counter on forearms and staring into his cereal, swirling the spoon around the stodgy mess and eating no longer.

Harry grunts first, and then says “gonna sick up, Ronnykins?” and gets glared at by Hermione who is onto her third bowl of cereal at this point. Right. Can’t joke about Lavender either, apparently. That fling definitely didn’t help the dynamic, Harry reminds himself.

“Jus’ don’t wan’ you bruising my bench with your fat head.”

Harry kicks out at Ron with his closest foot and makes contact, gets an immediate groan for his efforts, before Ron’s pulling up from his slouch and getting Harry into a pretty tight headlock. Harry resorts to elbowing Ron in the gut over and over. Ron groans and releases, making a mad dash for the fancy powder room into which he projectiles.

Hermione, for all she looks dazed and noncommittal this early into a hangover, manages to give off an air of created aloofness about the violent noises coming from down the hall. Harry smirks at her, and gets his own kick in response that makes him exclaim “ow, fuck. You two are so bloody violent.”

Before she responds, there’s a tapping at the window. Owl. Hermione stares at Harry to let him know that there’s no way she’s moving from her lounging for the bloody post, so Harry straightens up to open the window for the tawny. Efficient things these post owls are this morning; just drops the paper on the countertop near Harry’s bowl before flying right out the window without even waiting for a treat.

Harry’s shaking his head to brush away the last fuzz of the evening with the assistance of the scent of fresh air. Hermione gasps out loud. That makes Harry turn around quick enough for whiplash, and then he wishes fervently for death by sustained head trauma when the figure on the front of the paper, unfurled and sepia, winks right at him.

“Fuck,” Harry says. His gut churns, and then he’s running down the hall, past the occupied powder room to Ron’s master bath, and vomits up his guts.

 ***

Ron’s back in the kitchen by the time that Harry stumbles back in. Three strong cups of tea are quick-brewing under Hermione’s wand, even though both her and Ron’s attention is maintained by the Prophet’s front page. Because that is Draco Malfoy wearing a Wheezes “I shagged Harry Potter and all I got was this stupid shirt” collectable.

“It’s ironic!” Ron and George had insisted on its’ inception 4 years back. Only 100 had been made, a necessity: scarcity is key. They resell for a lot of money these days. Harry would rather die than see another in person. His face, a terrible photo of him caught by photographers during a pretty brutal night out, is plastered right on the middle along with stylized fireworks that go off every couple of minutes. He’d been convinced into making them, to try and control the narrative or whatever bullshit the Weasley’s had spouted just a couple of days beforehand when Harry had started stomping around the burrow or the floor of the joke shop or Hermione and Ron’s old shoebox apartment in anguish. It worked, he guesses, and he doesn’t see many of them anymore, as they’re kept in the strongest of imperturbable charms and modified protegos by anyone lucky enough to get one. But this one. This one he didn’t know about.

Hermione’s been muttering to herself as she read the accompanying story, when her voice perks up. “Merlin, listen to this: ‘this intrepid reporter asked what I’m certain all our readership will be most curious to uncover now that we are sitting down with the one and only Draco Malfoy. When we had sat down in Mr. Malfoy’s beautifully appointed drawing room, I too was especially shocked at his choice of attire,’” Hermione pauses here to roll her eyes and mutter “oh here we go,” before continuing in a higher and haughtier voice. “‘We all know the poise that Mr. Malfoy holds, one of Wizarding Britain’s most darling Stars, his performance in Wizarding Wireless serials having taken our world by storm the past 6 years. I must myself mention the serialisation of the modern take on the Wizarding classic story of Millicent Mimbletonia’s Marvelous Manor; captured this reporter’s heart, it did.’ What a load of absolute nonsense.”

“Oh, come on, Herm,” Ron says and knocks into her arm to get her to continue the story.

“Fine, but this is all absolute tripe. What was Draco thinking! Okay. Blah blah blah, you can’t believe how long this person goes on about Draco’s drawing room, blah. Okay here. ‘On questioning Mr. Malfoy’s choice to wear the now famously collectible Wheezes’ Harry Potter shirt, the gentleman seems to look slightly pensive.’

“‘‘Monsieur,’ our Star addresses me, ‘when you have been in the business of telling stories for as long as I, you start to have a great fondness for truth. I must now admit to you, and all of your lovely readers, that I bought this shirt on release and whilst under Polyjuice’. Now readers, you must bear with Mr. Malfoy here. Yours truly was very shocked-’ Good God, can this man obfuscate. Okay, then Draco says, ‘‘I’ve kept my ownership of such an item close to my chest, and away from my closest relationships. I have found over the years that true mutual affection, friendship, and love, have foundations built on beds of uncertainty and trust simultaneously, and thus I was afraid to expose myself.’ I but in here and ask what we must all be thinking at this admission: is he such a big fan of our Saviour that he is ashamed? But Mr. Malfoy continues: ‘No, monsieur. In all honesty, I am the man’s biggest critic.’’” Harry ducks his head, his hands shaking as he reaches for the now over-brewed tea.

Hermione looks up at Harry and Ron with wide eyes. Ron looks back at her wide eyed too, glancing small looks at Harry every now and again when he finds something particularly salacious, but he says nothing. Harry is hiding his trembling hands and trembling mouth behind a blisteringly hot cup of tea. She receives no objections, and continues. “‘‘I am livid that he’s been out of the public eye for so long regardless of his exceptional ability to bring about change in those around him; Potter has worked the same archival job in the Ministry for 5 years, with no end in sight, I fear. He refuses to allow those outside of his closest friends and family to know him in any sense, and I would argue that this is truly detrimental to his relationship with the Wizarding community. Although I disagree with the man on many things, I will be the first to say here and now that if any person deserves privacy, it is him. But the relationships we build with those we love-’’” and Harry snatches the paper out of Hermione’s hands.

“Harry,” Ron starts, reaching out a hand and grasping his upper arm. Hermione too has hopped down off the counter and is crowding Harry’s other side. He wants to shake them off, but he can’t. He can’t stop looking at the paper in his hands with Draco’s figure. Draco’s white blond head of hair turned beige on paper, his eyes sharp and flirty to readers, his hands restlessly gripping at his shirt. The shirt with Harry’s face.

Harry is a stoic man. Hermione tells him that exactly, Ron tells him that adjacently, and Draco. Draco has said the same thing in so many ways and at so many times that Harry has had it drilled into his head. His eyes are watering now, a little. And he can’t read much more of the article, but he doesn’t really need to. Because Draco will skate around enough of his personal life that it seems as though he’s come clean about something when he’s actually just marketing his next serial; it’s what he does.

This time, though, he’s wearing one of those terrible shirts that almost single-handedly sparked the Wheezes fashion line and bought Ron this apartment, and he’s saying things here that Harry knows are true. Knows are directed right at Harry. Knows because a week ago Harry had walked right out of Draco’s “well-appointed” drawing room, slamming the door and not answering the following owls. Harry hasn’t slept at his own sparse flat for a week. He’s spent time at Ron’s, spent time at Hermione’s, spent time at the Burrow. He’s even spent time in the dark halls of Grimmauld, which he hasn’t wanted to touch for years, no matter how many people around him shared their opinions on it being the perfect. Home. One day.

They’re standing there, the three of them, when a knock sounds on Ron’s front door. Harry freezes, but Ron staggers out into the hallway, still in nothing but underwear.

“Sweet Merlin, Weasley, could you put on some bloody pants? You do know it’s ten o’clock?” Says the visitor, and Harry just lets his back go limp, setting out to truly bruise Ron’s beautiful granite countertops with his forehead once again. He can hear Ron sarcastically mumble something along the lines of ‘yes Malfoy, of course you can come in’. Hermione grips his arm slightly in sympathy, but turns to face the entrance to the kitchen anyway. Like a traitor.

“Hermione, lovely as always. I see the three of you are in similar states of distressed undress this morning. Have you finally succumbed to your polyamorous destiny?”

“Nice to see you too, Draco. Lovely article.”

“Thank you. Do you like the shirt, too? Catches a sweet mint in resale these days.”

“You don’t say…”

“Yes, yes. Now, Harry, please pick yourself up off of the place we civilised people prepare our food.”

Harry groans into the cool surface, but can’t stop himself from responding. It’s a natural reaction to the bullshit that comes out of Draco’s mouth most times. “If you’ve ever made a meal by yourself in your life, I’ll eat the countertop.”

“Harry,” his voice is menacing, and his footsteps are getting closer, “I’m not civilised.” And at that Draco grabs Harry by the shoulder and turns up around and back up against the counter top with not a small amount of force.

Harry’s reply comes out breathless from the impact. “You said ‘we’.”

“It was a universal ‘we’.” Draco says this through gritted teeth. His blond eyebrows are sitting right on top of his grey eyes and they scream murder louder than they’ve ever done before, which is saying something since Draco was once a Death Eater, no matter what the admiring general Wizarding public would like to remember.  

Harry doesn’t have a retort prepared, per se. It would be a more concise comment on how Draco hadn’t taken a single English language course his entire life, and what would he know about the universal ‘we’, but Harry meets Draco’s eyes and he’s a bit lost. A week of blanket non-communication. A bit extreme. Not gone longer than a couple of days without talking for years, have they.

“Cuppa, Draco?” That’s from Ron.

“Yes. Two sugars. Level.”

Ron scoffs, but Draco beats him to it. “Weasley it’s two-level sugars, please, for once, reorient your sense of balance before you spill the entire sugar pot into the cup.”

“Just don’t give him any sugar, Ron. He’s obviously already mental, we don’t want him to go into cardiac arrest.” This from Hermione.

“Uh-”

Draco scoffs before Ron can respond. “Settle down Granger. I’m not going to pretend to like black tea for some sense of superiority like some of us.”

“It’s better for your-”

“You know what’s good for your health?” Draco all but yells and spins around to face Ron and Hermione. Ron, still next to naked, and Hermione drowning in Ron’s clothes. She’s back to sitting on the counter, Ron leaning back next to her. They look like they’ve looked for the past 10 years – drawn to each other, allies, et cetera. Draco huffs. “What’s good for your health is you two sitting down and talking about your absolutely bloody insane coupling. What’s good for your health is not getting blackout drunk every Friday night and ending up sleeping with each other, and then not talking about it, until the next week when you can do it again.”

Ron and Hermione are shifting where they sit, Hermione, looking as though she’s getting herself ready to argue back, and Ron in a more protected position behind his ex-girlfriend. Harry feels a little sorry for them, getting the third degree from Draco when he looks as unhinged as he does now. The Harry on his chest, a mess when the photo was taken, is now looking at them disappointedly like he’s on Draco’s side. Like a magical recreation of a Harry who was in quite an intense meltdown at the time has any right to be “on Draco’s side” about any issues of wellbeing.

Hermione does get the strength to pipe up. “Don’t take that tone with us, Draco Malfoy.” But that’s all she can get out. Harry’s pretty sure she’s stumped. Doesn’t have an argument. Draco, Harry knows, has refused to get involved in this situation. Has watched from the side-lines and stewed. Harry’s been all for letting the two of them work their shit out in their own time, but he’s a stoic man, what does he know about all that?

“Don’t take that tone with us, Draco Malfoy,” is Draco’s retort, mocking back in a high-pitched squeak that Harry winces at. Hermione was about to hop off the counter, he could see, but Ron’s sudden arm around her waist kept her down. “You two just have to talk about it. So what if Hermione slept with Lavender? You guys weren’t together at the time!”

Hermione splutters, eyes wide, all thoughts of advancing physically on Draco gone. Ron sat eyes wide too, flicking between Draco and Hermione as if waiting for more.

“Wait-” he starts.

Hermione wails “Ron I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I know. It was such a bad thing to do-”

“No wait! You’ve been acting weird because of that?” And Ron looks incredulously at Harry. Harry sends him an incredulous look back, equally as surprised that Draco hit the nail on the head.

“What! You knew?” Hermione is still wailing.

Ron turns fully to face her and wails himself: “Of course I knew! How could I not know! Harry told me! Draco told me! Lavender told me! Hell, a month ago you got so drunk you told me.”

Hermione’s eyes are so wide that Harry’s afraid she’s going to start crying, and he grabs Draco’s arm in shock. Draco tenses all of a sudden and then Harry consciously remembers why he’s not doing that and shrinks back again. Ron and Hermione aren’t really focusing on anything but themselves now, so they don’t notice how Draco turns slowly back to face Harry, backed against the kitchen’s island like he has been since Draco arrived.

“And you, Harry Potter.” Draco pauses, and Harry has time to do a quick pass over. Draco on the front page of the Daily Prophet and Draco in the middle of Ron’s stylish London flat are two very different Draco’s. Quiet, pensive, charming and loveable Draco in the papers. Thoughtful. Friendly. A bloody myth.

This Draco. Angry, flustered, dishevelled, loud. This is the same Draco who, when Harry slipped up the other week – the week when everything changed – went red, went silent, went unresponsive in so many ways. Harry, fresh off the first love confession he’d ever given, so incredibly off the cuff that it had shocked him and scared him, had had to storm out of the apartment, slam the doors behind him, and apparate away to his own flat he barely spends any time in.

He’d slipped up. They’d never even suggested anything romantic between the two of them. They’d been close for a long time at this point and. Feelings. His feelings. They were supposed to be unspoken. He’d been nursing the growing beast of his feelings behind his stupid chest, which was okay as long as they were unspoken. Pretending every day that they weren’t eating at him alive.

Eating at him when he woke up in Draco’s spare room on more mornings than he’d liked to count, early enough before work that they could sit for breakfasts in Draco’s kitchen. And then Harry’s co-workers at the Ministry archives asking him questions about Draco’s new shows or his schedule or his favourite foods. Draco and Harry having dinner with Ron and Hermione at hole in the wall restaurants in the muggle world. Birthdays together; dinners at Draco’s or Ron’s nicer flats; bickering over anything and everything they could get their minds on.

“You hate my job.”

Harry’s eyes bulge open. Did he mean to say that? Sweet Merlin. It was definitely him, and now Draco is staring at him in confused consternation, as if he has to come to terms now that Harry’s gone insane.

Harry doubles down, though. Trusts his subconscious decisions. “Yeah, you hate my job!” he repeats.

“Are,” Draco starts, slowly, “you kidding me.”

He could respond, but Harry just shakes his head instead.

Harry’s thought Draco’s been properly angry this whole time. He was wrong. “I hate your job? Who doesn’t hate your job!” Draco’s arms reach out and grab tightly around Harry’s upper arms. Harry’s not above flexing, just a little. He tells himself it’s to test the grip, but honestly, he’s hoping to distract Draco from the rage.

“It’s not that bad!” Harry repeats, and Draco groans loudly.

“Not that bad? Are you trying to give me a stress induced ulcer?”

“What do you know about stress induced ulcers?” comes a faint response from Hermione.

Draco turns his head, hands still tight around Harry’s biceps, and says “don’t you two have make-up sex to attend to?”

Harry responds. “Ron’s sick.”

Draco glares back at Harry for a second, and then turns back to where Ron and Hermione haven’t moved. “Get out, you’re distracting him from the fight.”

“We’re the emotional support,” and “lame fight” come respectively from Hermione and Ron.

“Oh, that’s rich!” Draco yells in their direction, but Harry’s sure that he’s ignoring Ron’s comment. “Emotional support! You two have let this wanker,” a thumb thrown at Harry from over Draco’s shoulder, “probably crash on your couches rather than forcing him to face me. You’re all as bad as each other.”

“Draco,” Harry feels he has to say, and draws Draco’s attention from his two best friends who definitely have been letting him crash on their couches and had not once tried to force Harry to face his problems. He loves them a hell of a lot.

“Don’t you try to lessen this, Harry Potter.” Harry’s been on the receiving edge of worse glares from Draco, so this one isn’t that bad. Harry’s actually feeling a lot better now that Draco is in the same room as him. Feels his terrible, traitorous heart almost relax. “I’m sick of you three. You’re the worst bloody enablers for each other.”

Harry scoffs. Sure, they’d never force him to do something he didn’t want to, but it’s not like they agree with his decisions all the time.

Draco hears the scoff of course, and gives up on trying to chase the others out of the kitchen. He turns around towards the entrance, faces away from all of them and talks to himself at top volume. “This is what my life has become. The sole source of constructive criticism for the bloody Golden Trio.”

Ron snorts to cover up a laugh.

“I survive working for a fascist dictator, successfully rebuild my image, forge a new path for myself in the world, but I’m here. An overworked, under-rewarded, glorified therapist!”  

Harry, Hermione, and Ron exchange glances. The other two look at Harry in commiseration, but Harry is starting to think that Draco has a bit of a point when he realises that Ron’s arm is still around Hermione’s waist who is leaning right into his side.

“Okay.” Draco takes a deep breath and turns around to face Harry. “Since they’re not leaving, you all get to hear this.” He steps closer. “I hate your job. I hate your flat. I hate that you won’t face up to hard things, and I refuse to be okay with any of that.”

Harry swallows hard.

“People are letting you get away with anything at the moment, and when you told me you loved me, I got scared. Because I thought that I’d become one of those people to you too.”

“That’s not-”

“No.” Draco stops Harry for butting in. “No. We’re not pretending any longer. I love you-” thump goes Harry’s heart in his chest, eyes bulging and smile unable to be stopped “-but sometimes I seriously don’t like you.”

Harry’s smile does dim at that, but only slightly.

Draco looks away at last, his hands on his hips, and starts pacing. “I couldn’t believe-” sharp glance at Harry through the pacing, “-you just left after you said that. I couldn’t believe you’d actually not answer my owls. You’re an absolute coward sometimes.”

“You didn’t say anything…” Harry mumbles.

“Oh,” Draco responds with an eyeroll, still pacing, “so you get to freak out for a week, but I’m not allowed longer than a couple of minutes to compose myself?”

Harry ducks his eyes, ashamed.

Draco hmphs, and pauses in his pacing to look down his nose at Harry. “That’s right. You should feel bad.”

Shirt-Harry shakes his head at real-Har- “God Draco, take the shirt off!”

“What?” Draco is shocked into pausing his restless movement. “Take my shirt off? You haven’t even apologised and want to get me half naked like the rest of you? I think not!”

“That’s not- ugh, forget this.” Harry reaches forward and grabs Draco mid-pace. “Draco.” Deep breath. Harry meets Draco’s eyes. Draco looks like he’s been through his paces. He doesn’t even look angry anymore, he just looks like the culmination of a week of stress. Ron and Hermione are eating dry cereal right out of the box from their perch as they watch, and they both give Harry nods and a thumbs up in encouragement when his eyes stray to them.

He’s a stoic man: Draco and Hermione are right. He hasn’t had to be brave in a long while. This is a moment that’s worth it though, even if he has to fake it at first.

“I’m sorry.” He has to pause at that, because he can feel the emotions bubbling up a bit too high. He takes a deep breath, and makes sure that Draco’s eyes don’t stray. “You’re… you’re right. About a lot of that-”

Draco buts in with “I’m right about all of it, actua-”

“Shut up, do you want me to get this out?”

Draco concedes.

Harry takes another breath, but the nerves have disappeared in the face of Draco’s unfiltered verve. “I shouldn’t have left. I was-”

“A coward.”

“Draco.”

“…sorry.”

“I was. I was a coward. I was scared. You didn’t respond, which never happens. You’re so good with your words.” He has to take a minute to collect his thoughts, but finds the right thread. “I love you, and have done for a while. I ran because I kind of didn’t mean to say it then. We were already fighting about something, and it just came out, which wasn’t right, and sometimes I’m so afraid that things will change, because you’re my best friend-” “Hey!” “-my best friend and I didn’t want to lose that.”

“You should have said that then.”

Harry closes his eyes. God, feelings are so bloody hard. “Yeah, yeah I know.”

“Oh well, as long as you know.”

“Draco. Shut up.” He swallows. “I like my job.”

“No, you don’t. You come home-” a sharp breath “-you come to mine, I mean. You come to mine after work and you can’t stop complaining. We like our jobs. I’m sure when Hermione finishes her ChP and becomes the Minister she’ll love her job too.” (“It’s a PhD, Draco, I’ve told you a million times.” “Maybe another time, Herm.”)

Harry has to breath deeper, because his blood is pumping a bit too fast in his ears. He drops his hands from Draco and takes a couple of steps back. A retreat. “I think,” and he has to swallow a couple of times before he can force the words out of his throat. He looks up and meets all of their eyes. “I don’t think I can do important things anymore. I. I don’t want to- I.”

“Merlin sakes, Harry.” Draco says. “I think it may be time we force you into therapy.” And Draco just looks impatient. “You can’t keep pretending it’s not a problem, and we can’t keep letting you!”

Harry. Harry nods. He thinks he nods. It’s what he wants to do, but he’s not really looking at anyone anymore, eyes to the ground, heart a bit too fast in his chest for comfort. He wishes that he was still eating soggy cereal in the kitchen before the post arrived this morning. He’s a stoic coward.

Draco seems to take a deep breath, and then he turns around to face the others. “Okay, get up. I’m sick of standing in Weasley’s kitchen.”

Harry takes a pause and looks at Draco’s face. He’s perfectly serious, and so is the Harry on his shirt.  Harry’s heart is still racing, but Draco just looks resigned and present. He can’t help himself from smiling a little when his eyes catch on Draco’s. He gets a pretty severe glare in response, before Draco just walks right out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Harry follows, and hears the small grunt from Hermione hitting the ground behind him. Two sets of feet follow his own.

“Don’t forget my tea, Weasley!”

Ron scoffs, but still walks back into the kitchen to make a tea he’d promised about 20 minutes earlier.

Harry sits down on the floor in the same place he sat last night. Draco’s chosen the armchair near the fire; where he usually sits. Hermione stomps over to take the seat on the couch closest to the armchair, and Ron can be heard pottering around the kitchen.

“PhD.”

Draco looks to Hermione with a frown. “What?”

Hermione looks haughty yet contrite. Like she actually can’t help herself from making sure that Draco knows he was wrong, and feels a little bit sorry about it. “It’s a PhD, not a ChP or whatever you called it.”

“Honestly Granger, what does it matter?”

A harrumph from Hermione as she settles back into Ron’s expensive couch cushions. “It’s a very important thing.”

Harry chucks her a grin, and she smiles back proudly.

Draco rolls his eyes. “Why do you all insist on patting yourselves on the back constantly. You don’t see me singing my own praises.”

Ron let’s out a violent laugh from the kitchen, and Draco flushes a little bit, his eyes flicking to Harry who grins at him too.

Mugs float out from the kitchen, Ron trailing behind. Harry grabs his out of the air and cherishes the sent of the strong tea. He can’t help but laugh when Hermione grimaces at the taste of her milkless cup, and Draco looks at her as if he’s won something.

Harry’s won something. He’s won Draco sitting here in Ron’s expensive apartment, Draco rolling his eyes when Hermione chides him about his too sweet tea, then Draco chiding Ron when he argues that Ron made it too sweet anyway, and that if he has to have teeth work done it’ll be Ron’s fault.

“You can make your own tea, you know, you’re not that famous.”

“Actually, Weasley, I’m more famous than all three of you, currently. The only thing getting you through is dumb luck and a gullible consumer base. I get by on pure talent.”

“Sure, Draco.”

“Also, I expect thanks when Wheezes gets the significant boost in sales it’s sure to this week, what with the Prophet this morning.”

“Sure, Draco.”

Harry smiles. His arse will probably start hurting before his mug is drained, and the sounds of arguing will get tiring soon after that. He’s smiling so hard his cheeks hurt a little. He takes a deep breath. “Okay, fine. Therapy. I’ll do it.”

Ron and Hermione smile at him like they knew it was coming all along, pressed up against each other on the expensive couches. Draco just looks at him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for who knows what. Probably an oral manifesto of Harry’s recognised faults and his plans to change them. Harry just smiles right back at Draco, wide and unashamed. Draco shakes his head a little bit, lips pulling up too.

Harry’s worried that if Draco keeps looking at him at all that he’ll have to walk over there and kiss him without warning. He picks his mug up and keeps sipping though, pretends he doesn’t absolutely need to do just that. Because there’s going to be time. Lots of it.

His stoicism has its uses sometimes, maybe.

[arthur-rex]

𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙣

— 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙨

(𝙋𝙀𝙉)𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀: Rex (believe it or not, this was suggested by one of my older Merlin writers. Previously I went by another penname - hence ooc @sparringett) 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙎: they/them 𝙕𝙊𝘿𝙄𝘼𝘾: libra sun, aquarius moon, aries rising 𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙀 / 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙉: married (and it’s complicated)

— 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨

𝙞. I am bisexual and I am a Christian. I really really love being gay and being accepted by Jesus Christ. It’s bloody amazing. All the religious fundamentalists out there have no idea. Silly sausages.

𝙞𝙞. I am a huge dog person. If you interact with me on discord it is likely you have already been met with one or two pics of my dog. Caesar’s helped me through some tough times and continues to do so. A dog loves unconditionally. Man’s best friend, without a shadow of a doubt.

Actually, have a picture:

𝙞𝙞𝙞. My big dream is not actually to publish a best-selling novel. I’d like to be a songwriter and release an album. Again, doesn’t have to be phenomenally successful - just known of and respected within the indie music scene.

— 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

I’ve been writing creatively since I could write. RPing for the last 20-odd years. The first character I ever RPed was an OC Entwife. Yes, one of those that got fed up and left Middle-Earth early because the Ents seemed to do fuck all and simply let the humans, wizards and orcs wreck the forests for so long it became unbearable. I can’t remember her name, I think she was affiliated to the Californian redwoods. I was 12 years old. Anyway, puberty hit, and then all my muses suddenly became male, bar one, so Arthur is actually just the latest in a long line of... uhh, mostly blond males. James Kirk, Raoul Silva (ok he dyed his hair but whatever), Heath Ledger’s Joker, Simm!Master. I’m not sure why this happens but it’s happened enough to be noticeable. Although, I do have Tom Riddle and Will Graham to fly the flag for the brunets.  

— 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

Mostly males. Mostly villains actually. Raoul Silva, Tom Riddle, the Joker (Heath Ledger) Will Graham, Arthur Pendragon (as a demonically possessed vampire), the Master (Simm!portrayal) and (sadly) Daenerys Targaryen verge into this territory. I have got Arthur who is fundamentally a good boy, to balance things out. Also, I write as Capaldi’s Doctor, aka the love is kind and always wise doctor to help with managing the bad boys (and girl), while being a grumpy asshole about it xD

— 𝙨𝙪𝙗-𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙨

Lots of angst. Happy Endings. Very simple. Although within that if an author drops in: hurt/comfort, soulmates, first time, D/s, childhood trauma, UST (until it isn’t), polyships, fem!slash ... I will probably jump for that fic / plot that bit faster. Any fandom involving DRAGONS is also a big big pull. 

— 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙫𝙨. 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨

I love to plot. I really should devote more time to fanficcing, but RPing just keeps drawing me in. Some of my longest threads on arthur-rex though did start out as memes, so... I’m not against using them. I’m really fine with writing in whatever way works best with my RP partner. I do like the long, complex stories though, so if we start writing together, buckle up because you’ll likely be in for the long haul.

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙: @ofmagik 💛

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜: @thewritcrinme @sorceress-queen @miladys-servant-gwen @thelonewendwater @fatedestined @excaliborn (belle you can pick which account to reply to, if you like @bilan-igg @lespendragons @shireentheunburnt @kingalfrcd @constcllations @dcrkknightren @xxonceuponafuckxx​ @reliquusrex​ @multistoty @irritablereddemo​​

Also open to non-RP blogs! Fanficcers, feel free to fill in if you’d like :)

[redpride]

Me planning full on to write a manga or some sorta story:

Me going to the internet for new inspirations for said story:

Forgetting what the Story was and laughing at memes:

Remembering the story:

Thinking about another story to make with a 360° flip of the plot:

Forgetting why I was on internet and just going to watch cartoons again:

Remembering I haven't eaten breakfast or lunch:

Blaming ADHD

Also this was the drawing originally but Idk I lost interest midway after seeing Merlin fanart :/

[atlantablack]

FAVORITE WORKS OF 2021

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Tagged by: I wasn't tagged by anyone! i did this tag meme last year and wanted to do it again for fun!

Oldest to Newest:

1. no (wo)man is an island

Harry Potter | golden trio poly | 2,046

Holding someone’s soul next to your own for seventeen years leaves behind an echo.

An echo is all that’s needed to carry a voice across space (and time).

2. from blood and bone (to earth and sea)

Merlin | Arthur & Morgana | 2,090

Every time Morgana believes she’s rid herself of affection for Gwen and Arthur, that same traitorous part of her heart roars back to life, threatening to strangle her with guilt.

She was done with feeling guilty, this is what she had told herself, and yet Arthur is screaming at his father as if he would give the kingdom up now all for one serving girl. That is to say nothing of the look on Gwen’s face when she’d met Morgana’s eyes. The betrayal shining in her eyes had cut deeper than any knife ever could.

She had said she was done with this. The throne was hers, Uther corrupt, and she could not trust Arthur with it. She could not but— . . . “You won’t kill her,” she says calmly, voice ringing through the room. “You won’t banish her either.”

3. drawing lines

Merlin | Gwen centric | 2,900

"Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the color of gold." - Victoria Erickson

Gwen has never forgotten that Camelot is not the place of her ancestors, but for a time everyone she had loved had been held within the city and she had been safe. She had been happy.

That time has passed and she finds herself having to decide how much more she is willing to bear for the sake of a kingdom that does not care for her. If she is willing to bear anymore at all.

4. (forever is) the sweetest con

Harry Potter | Sirius/Voldemort | 24,740 | in progress

Sirius Black graduates Hogwarts in 1978, two months later he looks James in the eyes and lies through his teeth.

"I’m going home, taking back my spot as heir to the Black family,” he says, the lie tasting like ash on his tongue. “I think it’s past time we grew up, James. I’m sorry you don’t agree.”

5. a god at an altar, a beggar full of faith

Merlin | Merlin/Arthur | 4,998

The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs. You had not expected this, the bedroom gone white, the astronomical light ... - Visible World by Richard Siken

For every person that sinks magic beneath Arthur's skin like an offering, another tries to murder him, always furious when the magic harmlessly bounces off, Arthur held safe by the sacrifices of those who have died for him.

He wonders if they knew that he was aware of what they were doing. He spends a lot of time wondering why they would protect him. His father has them murdered and still more come, always in disguise, sometimes only brushing past him in the marketplace, a finger to his wrist, a hand to his back, the sweet rush of protection burrowing beneath his skin and promising safety.

He wonders how long it is until they decide to stop protecting the son of their butcher?

Tagging: @queerofthedagger @kitastrophea @being-luminous @magicinavalon @kairenn-n

[xviicprc]

Wait I've only recently returned here since when are Mastersonas in existence (publicly) and there are multiple? Where did you hid when I was here a year ago

Welcome back!

I’ve been making Mastersona art since the end of 2019 aprox.

but if you want a more detailed timeline:

The first post I made with Cyra in it was here.

(look at her *insert meme of if you cant handle me at my worst*)

I was really inspired by @pinkafropuffs ​ Wonderful, Fate Grand Order Fanfics (they’re so good aaaa) haha. I even wrote two of my own (they aren’t really good but I enjoyed writting them a lot)

From the rest of the year I kept drawing and slowly developing her as a character. I haven’t drawn Gudako in a long time because I basically portrayed her as “Cyra with a Wig” (which is now canon)

Of course, the idea of a Mastersona existed long before I drew Cyra. When FGO started there was a “meet my guda” for people to introduce their own Gudas- some drew their interpretation of Guda, while others drew a Master OC

However, Mastersonas jumped in popularity when @panyum , another artist with a Mastersona made this post that other people choose to join in the art of 🌺Making a Mastersona🌺

I think is wonderful how many people have Mastersonas now- there are many who have written to me on Discord how Cyra ended up inspiring them/giving them the courage to create or post their own Master OCs.

Honestly. 

Looking back, I’m really happy I created Cyra.

I made so many good friends over this last year- who have helped me survive this hell of a year. Thanks to them I had people with who supported me even when I was feeling at my lowest, they’re all great friends I made with this one OC who I shipped with my favorite character in this gacha game.

It started when I joined a Discord server for Fate, that I met Eve’s writting. Something about them...Really hit me. Beyond them being a Fanfic From Series You Like With Characters You Like (which: on a overlygross simplification, could be called that, but that would feel wrong) or Being Really Good Fanfictions. 

I told her before how much I love her fics, but I don’t think I ever managed to get fully across the *why* I like them- perhaps I simply don’t know the words, or is something about Not being a Native English Speaker so things get lost when I “translate” them from Spanish to English.

Still, I want her to know that all this happened because one day I read her fanfictions, I read about Ifumi and her love, about Merlin and his inner conflict, about Robin and his unsease in being appreciated.

I started to unpack all the layers she put in these stories, always discovering something new every time I find myself reading them again. I understood the way she viewed these characters better, understood Ifumi’s love for them.

The amount of love and care that those fanfics have is inspiring. And, that made me want to create something like that too.

I always wanted to tell stories, it’s a dream of mine. But until recently I never imagined the how or why. I knew I wanted to inspire others by sharing what I had in my mind.

And in a way, I did! So many people have told me how Cyra inspired them- I makes me happy.

So in short. If I hadn’t read Eve’s fics, I never would have thought of making Cyra Kuromaki. And I wouldn’t have had so much fun- and by default: wouldn’t have improved so much as an artist. Thank you Eve 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖

[hayleysstark]

Sugar Plum Queenie here! Here's a couple of fake-fic titles I came up with for the ask meme, hope they inspire you! "Blank", "Cold" "Warmth" "Heartbeat" "Shield"

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

ahh, hello, my Queen!! it’s lovely to see you again 💖

For Blank, the first thing to pop into my head is a Merlin fic - a short fic, though, maybe 1k, maybe a little bit less, even - around S4 or S5, where Merlin has to reveal his magic to Arthur at some point before Diamond of the Day, and Arthur kind of just goes into shock, and doesn’t react at all. Blank, like the title says. Just a little look at the calm before the (very, very inevitable) storm!!

Cold would probably work best as another 1k-or-less, but, not gonna lie, that title puts me in the mood for some serious fluff. Maybe around S1 or S2, Arthur realizes Merlin doesn’t have any proper winter clothes. at all. ffs Merlin. you fucking idiot. Arthur literally cannot believe. cue very awkward but very fluffy moment where Arthur tries desperately to give Merlin some good winter wear, and also pretend he still doesn’t give one (1) single flying fuck about this idiot. can u imagine.

As for Warmth, that word just puts me in a bit of a holiday mood tbh!! Maybe Merlin’s first Yule at Camelot??? and at first, all he can see are the bad things about it, and he’s absolutely miserable - he misses his mother and Arthur’s drowned him in extra work all this week - but as the holiday draws near, he does find a few bright spots here and there, and very reluctantly decides Camelot - and Christmas - really isn’t half-bad. Destiny still sucks, though. And so does Arthur.

With Heartbeat, my first instinct is a death fic. but i don’t like death fics. so maybe just a near-death fic. maybe Merlin and Arthur land in some trouble on a patrol or hunt, or something like that - a rock slide, maybe, or an avalanche, like that, not Morgana or bandits or evil sorcerers - and Merlin gets really badly hurt in it, and Arthur really thinks Merlin’s not going to make it. Merlin can’t go very far, with all of his injuries, so they hunker down for the night in the middle of the forest. Merlin drifts in and out the whole night through, and Arthur keeps a finger pressed to Merlin’s wrist, to make sure he can still feel a pulse.

And, lastly, with Shield, maybe just a quick piece after The Diamond of the Day  with a heavy focus on the way Merlin doesn’t really know who he is outside of his destiny, outside of Arthur. His whole purpose is Arthur. His whole life literally belongs to Arthur. He was made for Arthur. And, the second you take Arthur away, Merlin doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know who he is. He doesn’t know why he even exists at all, if he can’t take care of Arthur. He doesn’t know how to be anything except, literally, Arthur’s shield.

ahhh, these all got a bit too long, sorry about that!! these were real fun to come up with though. thanks so much, Queenie! 💖

[justlikeeddie]

otp meme

List your Top 5 Canon and Top 5 Non-Canon OTPs. Then, tag 10 people to spread the love, and so on and so on…

I was tagged by @rcmclachlan! It’s fun to excavate your fandom history!

This is a GOOD QUESTION in that, y’know. What is a canon OTP? (What is a pairing? What is canon? What is ‘is’?) The answer, for this post, is “whatever made it easiest for me to split these into two sets of five”.

CANON OTPs

Aziraphale/Crowley, Good Omens

This is canon. “Fight me”? No need. Fight Michael Sheen.

Do say: “And when I’m off in the stars, I won’t even think about you!”

Don’t say: Hey, have you thought recently about the fact that Crowley’s snakeskin shoes might actually just be his feet?

Look at an art: A little ancient Grecian collusion by @seraph5

Read a fic: nothing but the wild rain by @singlecrow

Have I written it? In a desperate exercise in exorcism immediately after watching the show, yes: Going Native and Riding in Cars With Demons. And I have about five WIPs in charliekellypepesilvia.jpg frantically plotted notes stages. Watch this space. (For some time. I’m a bizarrely slow writer.)

Flint/Thomas, Black Sails

Do say: “People can say what they like about you, but you're a good man. More people should say that. And someone should be willing to defend it."

Don’t say: I was enjoying the show so much that I ignored the fact they made captain flint gay but to wrap up the series on the notion he would put his sword down to pick daisies with his male lover is just too much to bear. I miss the 90’s

Look at an art: Journey into the Dark by @riisinaakka-draws

Read a fic: Unaccommodated Man by @septembriseur

Have I written it? Yes, although astonishingly, I only ever finished one fic: Some Affair.

Strange/Arabella, Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell

Do say: “The excitement of it was very much to see how you would look at me. The excitement of life was very much to see how you would look at me.”

Don’t say: HE WAS A MUCH WORSE HUSBAND IN THE BOOK AND HE LET HER DIE AS A TREE (I know. I know)

Look at an art: Padua by @cobbledstories

Have I written it? Not as a foreground pairing, although I do have a very detailed Strange/Arabella/Grant fic that lives eternally in my head in the hope it will one day fit a Yuletide request.

Morse/Joan, Endeavour

Do say: “You mean the world to them. You mean the world…” [trailing off in tears]

Don’t say: You do realise he’d make her miserable and she deserves better? (I KNOW)

Cry at a simple gifset: :′′(

Have I written it? No, happy to let the show itself continue to take anything that Morse might hold dear and crush it into the dirt, no need for me to help.

Jake/Amy, Brooklyn 99

Truly the opposite to Morse/Joan in every possible way, aside from the involvement of law enforcement personnel

Do say: “There’s a typo in this crossword puzzle.”

Don’t say: …Title of your sex tape. (Or anything about Season 6, which I haven’t seen yet.)

Look at an art: Jake & Amy by @ivy6am

Have I written it? No, because Brooklyn 99 is an example of that rare and complete joy, Show That Textually Contains Literally Everything I Want From It And Then Some.

NON-CANON OTPs

Sam/Gene, Life on Mars

My “formative” tag on Tumblr is probably overused, but, like. Extremely. Formative. Truly the ur-fandom in terms of my future trope and fic interests. God bless you, weird mid-00s genre experiment broadcast at a particularly impressionable point in my teens.

Do say: Gene Hunt constructs intricate rituals that allow him to touch the skin of other men.

Don’t say: The ending of Ashes to Ashes is canon.

Watch a vid: There Is Too Much Light In This Bar by AbsoluteDestiny

Read a fic: Tangible/Intangible by @lozenger8

Have I written it? I went back to this fandom for Bent for Yuletide a few years ago, but everything else was written when I was literally 17, so caveat lector.

Merlin/Arthur, Merlin

Genuinely wondered whether I should have included this in the canon list. Two sides of the same coin? Merlin's mum desperately trying to get them together about halfway through the first series? “I was born to serve you, Arthur”? As ever, in thinking about this, I’ve just made myself furious again that this objectively fucking stupid children’s TV show remains one of the most emotionally and erotically resonant pieces of media I’ve had the misfortune to consume.

Do say: “I could take you apart with one blow.”

Don’t say: “I could take you apart with less than that.” (It’s been nearly eleven years since this exchange aired on children’s TV and I’m still reeling)

Watch a vid: Alone by sisabet

Read a fic: Past Imperfect by @thehoyden

Have I written it? Yes, although, again, I was a teenager and didn’t really know how to words: Cross You Off My List. I also have a passionately-planned and half-written epic about the ten years of their evolving relationship from boys 2 men (not the band), and its delicate balance between private interaction and public performance, which I thought I was finally going to finish for the ten-year anniversary of the show last year, but at this rate, might be done in time for the twentieth.

Fraser/Kowalski, due South

Do say: “Partnership is like a marriage, son.”

Don’t say: Anything that will wake the Vecchio anon.

Watch a vid: Goody Two Shoes by @laurashapiro-noreally and pipsqueak

Read a fic: Kowalski is Bleeding by @cesperanza

Have I written it? Weirdly way less of it than makes sense for the amount of time that this was my primary fandom, but yes, published some time after the fact: Homecoming and Poles.

Strange/Grant, Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell

Surprise double-entry for JSMN! Except not at all a surprise, because I am into so many aspects of this book and show that I could probably have filled most of the ten entries with JSMN rarepairs. (Please, talk to me about the criminally underexplored sexy class politics of Strange/Childermass.) But anyway, Strange/Grant was, somewhat to my surprise, my takeaway pairing from the TV adaptation.

Do say: “There are any number of magical things my friend could do to prove it,” while looking like you’re about to combust from how excited you are by the prospect.

Don’t say: HE WENT TO VENICE IN A PUDDLE WITH NO GOODBYE (I know)

Look at an art: Major Grant by erebusodora (technically only one half of the pairing, but it’s just a very nice painting)

Read a fic: Wilderness by @the-omnishambles, ie The First Strange/Grant Fic On The Internet

Have I written it? Yes, went a bit mad in 2015. A peculiarity of the Iberian Peninsula (long, slightly sad); An England that is dead (shorter, sadder); and Sound and Vision (no redeeming features).

Charles/Erik, X-Men

Again… IS THIS CANON. Explain any single thing that happens in any of the X-Men timelines if this pairing isn’t at LEAST unconsummated canon

Do say: “I couldn’t disobey you even if I wanted to.”

Don’t say: Sorry, what exactly was the plot of X-Men: Apocalypse?

Look at an art: A sketch by loobeeinthesky (the watch!!!)

Read a fic: Wisteria by by @columbinepurples

Have I written it? Yes: The Width of a Circle.

In turn, but only if you’re bored and like making a list as much as I do, tags for:

@confusinglyamusingly

@butteronmyroll

@johnnyvod

@the-omnishambles

@sixohsixoheightfourtwo

@cribins

@septembriseur

@itsmapes

@deputychairman

@drawsaurus

(You don’t… have to go into as much detail as this… I think you’re just supposed to say who the pairings are, but listen I’m staying with my parents this week and I have a LOT of tumblr downtime)

[nofeartina]

Okaaaay so. For that meme you've got.... 1, 10, 14, 15, 20, 23, 28, 36, 46, 51. Please. :D

hahah okaaaay. I did ask to be entertained, didn’t I. 😘😘 (I’ve already answered a couple of these, but I’ll do the rest. :))

1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

Twilight. Yes. Well. Moving on. hahahha

10.  Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in?

SO MANY FANDOMS YES. From the top of my head: James Bond, Merlin BBC, Game of Thrones, Harry Potter. I’ve even read 1D and Voltron fics just because some of my favorite writers have written for those fandoms. xD And obviously I read Druck fics whenever you write them, babe. ❤

I’m sure there are more but I just can’t think of them right now. :)

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

You mean… besides Chris/Chris which you write so beautifully…? :D :D

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking?

Yeah, I am still surprised that some aspects of P-Chris/Isak works for me, but only under very specific circumstances. I don’t want him mistreating Isak too much. xD I didn’t really expect to like that but some very talented writers changed my mind. As they do. ;)

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

Ehm, not to be a suck-up but I really like our tentacle fic You and I (and the blue sky). I just love how we took a trope like that and make it sweet and lovely, but still very, very sexy. 

28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of?

I would love for some fanart of “As I let you in”. I have such strong visuals for Isak and Even in this verse in my head, it would be amazing to see what an artist would make of it. 

36. What’s your favourite genre to write?

Fanfiction? hahah If this is more about what tropes I like to write, well it’s no secret that I’m weak for hurt/comfort and I really love writing that. But also some meet-cute, that’s always good. :)

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

Well, it’s easy to find something to gush about! I love, love how I get to read my favorite pairing fall in love over and over and over again, overcoming obstacles together and apart, having wonderful sex (and sometimes not so wonderful). I love that even though the show/movie/book is over, I can still experience them in something new, a new kind of setting, a new kind of meet-cute, a new kind of relationship. I love when you read a fic and the language is just ohhhhh and the pining is !!! and the characterization is on point and you can just lie back and know you’re in good hands. :)

Ah, isn’t fanfiction just the best?  

Ask me some of these fanfiction questions.