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Redraw of the panels that SHATTERED MY HEART o(;△;)o!!! OG panels + Opinions on the Luffy separation arc under read more
Okay let me just go on a tangent about my feelings about the post-series Luffy separation arc, cause I think it gets way too much hate when it’s such a heartbreaking and well executed deviation from oda’s standard formula!!! I know that we all love monkey d. luffy and he’s LITERALLY the main character of the series, but it was also really nice to get more time to focus on the rest of the crew. But here’s the thing, even when Luffy wasn’t here, he was still here. And I’m not talking about the so called ‘blessings’ or whatever that kept SUSPICIOUSLY popping up around the crew when Luffy disappeared, I’m talking about the consequences that arised from him disappearing. We truly got to see how grand the effect luffy has had on the world around him, and how many lives he was able to touch ; - ; So even though luffy physically wasn’t present (I mean KIND OF but you know what I mean), this was still VERY MUCH a luffy arc imo.
Oh man but I think Oda wrote luffy’s disappearance so well,,, I was sobbing for like 80 percent of this arc. Like just gradually seeing the crew’s deterioration as time passes by,,, but everyone has such unwavering faith in their captain, he HAS to come back cause Luffy always comes back. But here’s the thing, Luffy didn’t know what was happening to him when he started disappearing. But what he DID know is that he wasn’t sure if he was gonna be able to come back or not. And Luffy hates breaking promises- he’d never make a promise if he didn’t plan to keep it, and he’s not an idiot either, so when he just felt himself disappearing and saw zoro nearby... Instead of saying something like “I’ll be back!” and potentially making his crewmates wait for him forever, he tells zoro to “take care of the crew”... SOBBING AND CRYING T - T. So YES. the crew has unwavering faith in their captain. But. Luffy didnt say that he’d be coming back or anything. So what are they supposed to do really.
And it’s really hard to read at some parts, like it never loses the goofy tone that has been there throughout all of one piece and it’s really sweet to see everyone rely on each other to keep one another afloat, but the slight tension that keeps building up over the months while they keep looking for clues and answers... And how each lead keeps becoming a dead end... When it builds up and Usopp finally voices the thing that’s on everyone’s mind.
Oh man. I started crying so hard. It took 6 month for any one of them to say something. Like this is One piece. Of course Luffy is gonna come back eventually, it would be waay too dark otherwise... But Idk man, even I started to doubt that :((( But luckily. THIS IS ONE PIECE. So right after everyone started,,, well not exactly losing hope or anything (maybe a bit)? but going BATSHIT INSANE FROM THE REALITY THAT THEIR CAPTAIN MIGHT BE GONE FOR GOOD, they finally got a solid actual clue of what might’ve happened to luffy!!! And I’m SO GLADDDD!!!!
Omg and when they tracked down the pray-pray no mi user and finally got some answers out of him. OMG WAIT A MOMENT I REALLY LIKED IS WHEN PRIEST GUY IS LIKE “urerheg without luffy up there as a god the entire world may very well be destroyed cause the sun has been super unstable for centuries blah blah” and then Nami freaking PUMMELED THE GUY AND SHOVED HIM DOWN WITH HER STAFF AND
SOBBING CRYING SOBBING. THEY WOULD POTENTIALLY BLOW UP THE ENTIRE WORLD IF IT MEANT THAT THEIR CAPTAIN WOULDNT HAVE TO BE LONELY ; - ; KILL ME.
URGH I was really hoping that Luffy would return right once they beat him up cause I really really missed my boy, but honestly I think the final method of getting Luffy to return was super clever and absolutely worth the extra 3 weeks of waiting!!! I know that it was foreshadowed across the whole West Blue Saga and everything but I honestly had no clue it would end like that, DONT MAKE FUN OF ME :(((
When the crew finally got their captain back after 8 months of waiting... I mean they’ve been separated before for even longer periods of time, but they always knew that they’d be back together. This time they didn’t know. BUT AREHAHRGE ALL THE PAIN AND SUFFERING WAS SO WORTHIT WHEN THEY ALL FINALLY REUNITED T - T!!!!!! UWAHHWHAHWUAAGGHA!!! AND SEEING ALL THEIR ALLIES AND FRIENDS THEYVE MADE JUST CHEER AND CRY WHEN THEY HEAR THE NEWS!!!! I WOULD CHUCK ALL THE PANELS HERE IF I COULD BUT ID JUS T REACH THE IMAGE LIMIT BECAUSE ALL OF THEM MADE ME CRY ; - ;!!! Literally just read those 5 chapters in the arc finale cause,,,, man so good T - T
Anyways TLDR: The post-series luffy seperation arc is NOT BAD and you guys are JUST COWARDS AND LIARS!!!!
#tw unreality#post-series#one piece#op fanart#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#zolu#nami#usopp#straw hat pirates#gear 5 luffy#op spoilers#one piece spoilers#wano spoilers#please dni if ur a post-series one piece hater >:(#this is a post-series POSITIVE post only!!! Feel free to gush about other post-series arcs that you like on this post :D!!!#(for that person i scared: i put tw unreality higher just 4 u :3)
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So I see people are getting interested in things that may have happened between Melkor and Mairon in the First Age😏
Hello, welcome and congratulations - you have come across Angbang, one of my favorite ships of all time and a Silmarillion fandom staple.
I have good news for you: The ancient art of angbanging has a long and proud tradition in our community. We have hundreds of fics on AO3, lots of stuff on Tumblr, people who have shipped it for years and decades, all takes from soft Angbang to dark Angbang, you name it.
Come join us. As Lord Melkor says: "Welcome, welcome to my hall!"
#angbangers new and old welcome here#feel free to hit me up or ask me anything if you're in need of directions or just want to gush about them#mairon#sauron#annatar#melkor#morgoth#angbang#melkor x mairon#morgoth x sauron
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god i just love fangans so much man. seeing people coming together to create something inspired by something they're all passionate about, seeing everyone have different takes and ideas on a similar concept is just so cool and amazing and i hope people never stop making fangans or if they are in the middle of making one they don't give up, because i love them and i know thousands of other people love them too :D
#fangan#fanganronpa#drdt#sdra2#drfsh#sorry i've just gotten caught up to a bunch of really cool fangans receently ive just been having such a fun time with them#i needed to gush about them a little bit#my current fangan recomendations are jikoronpa: laments of despair and danganronpa: fate's return#they're both on youtube so if you're looking for a fangan to watch that's what ive liked recently#and it anyone as any recs for me feel free to dm me#danganronpa
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God I missed mc Dream and George so badly. Here are some little moments I loved about that video:
Titan saying "Look behind you" to Dream and he actually does. It's a slight call back to the traditional manhunts where the Hunters try to scare Dream by pretending that they found him but Dream rarely falls for it because he can calculate in his head the chances of the Hunters catching up to him in that period of time. Here, it's all entirely up to if the Titan spotted him or not, so Dream looks back because he Doesn't Know this time
George just chugging a god apple and fucking Going for it. Holy shit, he had a diamond chestplate and iron everything else and just lugged the apple to break the Titan's foot after the explosion. It almost worked out perfectly to eliminating the other foot too, which could've been a massive (and needed) advantage for the two of them to traverse the Nether. What a ballsy play.
DNF acting their asses off!! A classic in the manhunt series but usually only pulled off by one person doing the bit but here the two bounced off each other so easily in tricking the Titan that they're still underground
The fucking flirting and teasing in the cave system
Dream shooting the Titan's hand to free George with a waterfall and stalagmites in his view, I could barely even See the Titan but he got it!!
#dreamwastaken#georgenotfound#Feel free to gush to me about the video no matter how small the detail I can never get enough about loving Dream vids with other people#dreamblr
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Okay so it's well-known that Stampede's sub and dub are both excellent, but I've always been curious: regardless of which you think is better, which version do you prefer?
#Trigun#Trigun Stampede#Tristamp#TristampParty#Feel free to gush about your favorites in the tags/reblogs!#No hating on any version or I'm coming for you#I have a VERY strong preference but I try to not be too loud about it because people take it#As me hating on the other#WHICH IS NOT TRUE#I DO make fun of aspects of both but only in a loving way lol
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Paramour (Merthur)
In which Merlin's having issues with an entitled noble and Arthur comes up with a... creative way of fixing it.
(TW: Unconsensual sexual advances, mentions of murder and violence, and some sexual content, although explicit body parts are not mentioned and it's kind of like a TV cut-away, the scenes are not prolonged.)
Protective!Arthur, 5.4k words, Uther being dumb, per usual, and Arthur knows Merlin is a magic user! Please enjoy!
Merlin is seething and Arthur can see it. He may play dumb when it comes to many of Merlin’s emotions, refusing to be caught caring unless in the most dire of circumstances, but this is a new kind of anger entirely. Merlin’s prone to annoyance (both attracting it and being it), but this is far from something like that—this is genuine rage. Arthur’s not sure he’s ever seen him like this, flushed and eerily quiet, his fingers undoing Arthur’s cloak rather harshly, which he would comment about if he were not so concerned.
In Merlin’s defense, he seems to be making an attempt at feigning calm, but it does not fool Arthur in the slightest. He knows everything about Merlin, from his favorite meal to the boundless power that rests in his hands—Merlin’s a weapon, truly. A weapon who’s fingertips brush idly over his skin as he lifts the tunic over Arthur’s head, throwing that over his arm with the festival attire.
“What is it?” Merlin had turned, presumably to toss the clothes in the wash-bin that Merlin would undoubtedly take back to his chambers tonight, despite Arthur’s insistence that he needn’t complete tasks like that this late. The manservant stops, though, cold.
“Sire?”
Usually dripping in sarcasm, Arthur swallows hard at the unfamiliar, honest use of his title.
“You are clearly furious. Have I done something?”
Merlin is quiet for a moment, which leaves Arthur in embarrassingly tense anticipation. His last wish—and oh, if Merlin ever found out about this, he’d simply die—is to ever anger, disappoint, or even go so far as to irk his warlock companion. He may not act it, but having Merlin upset with him is truly disturbing. Sure, they bicker, and they pick meaningless fights, but that’s more just them than an actual distaste for each other’s company.
It’s partially what makes each other’s company so tasteful, at least, as far as Arthur is concerned.
“No,” comes the reply, which is a relief, but also further troubling—if Arthur had not bothered Merlin, then what had? The night had been wonderful, golden fire-light licking through the hall as lords and ladies and rich-folk from kingdoms both near and far socialized, drank, and celebrated the sweet ending of a particularly harsh winter. Every time Arthur had caught Merlin in his gaze, he had been mingling with the knights, brilliant smile, unearthly gorgeous, gold glinting in his eyes, the laces of his tunic undone and revealing strong, pale chest, dark hair just a tad too long, dripping over his brow—
Christ—focus, Arthur.
“Then what?” Arthur pries when no explanation comes. Merlin’s head tips back, and part of Arthur is disappointed, the other part grateful he does not see the delicious expanse of skin that motion exposes. Merlin heaves a deep sigh, and turns.
“Lord Edmond,” he says, fingers curling into expensive fabrics, cheeks flushed, “Refuses to leave me alone.”
Edmond—some noble from the north Arthur was not particularly fond of, but had never caused much of an issue as far as Arthur had been aware. Kind of an inconsequential, irrelevant man. Handsome, sure, but old now—maybe fourty? Fifty? Ten years older than Arthur at least, and complacent. Not a hunter, not a soldier—
“I don’t remember him being too insufferably-friendly,” Arthur muses.
“This,” Merlin snaps, “Is beyond friendly.”
Oh. Oh no.
Fury sears through him like a fire-poker to the ribs, and he sets his jaw, unable to speak for a full, agonizing moment as he struggles not to fly out of his chambers to slaughter the man himself. He clears his throat, tearing his gaze from Merlin’s.
“Were these… welcome advances?” His heart leaps into his throat—
“Absolutely not,” Merlin says, “And if he continues, I’ll have to smite him where he stands, your father’s ridiculous laws be damned.”
Arthur’s eyes widen. He looks back at Merlin.
“Can you smite people?!”
“No, but I could try.”
Arthur wants nothing more than to reach out and soothe Merlin’s anger, and that ache is embarrassing, but not near as embarrassing as the idea tickling the back of his skull, quietly petitioning to be shared. Merlin narrows his eyes in Arthur’s direction—
“What?”
“I have… quite the solution.”
Merlin scoffs, and turns back around to finally toss Arthur’s clothes. Arthur stretches his limbs a little bit, moving to sit down on the end of his bed and feeling his exhaustion wash over him. A few nights of this festival shit has him poorly-rested and sore in places he’s not used to being sore—he misses sparring, training, riding. If it were not already the early hours of the morning, he’d consider getting up at a decent hour to accomplish one of these.
He’ll be lucky to be up any time before noon.
“You couldn’t,” Merlin says, folding the clothes instead of tossing them—quite responsible of him, though Arthur’s sure the sheer cost of the clothing has Merlin a little more careful.
Or his rage is making him forget he’s usually negligent, as backwards as that seems.
“Gwaine and Percival have already warned him, and he does not seem to care one way or another,” Merlin rants, throwing the folded tunic down into the wash bin (there’s the Merlin he knows well) and whipping around, “And for the last three nights, it’s one uncomfortable, disgusting, completely inappropriate—”
“This has been going on for three nights?!” Arthur asks, incredulous and a little hurt. If Merlin was being made uncomfortable by a noble, Arthur should have been the first one to hear of it, and Merlin should know that by now. Additionally, Arthur knows Merlin quite enjoys this festival each year, and he’s decently agitated at the notion that some horny prick is ruining his manservant’s time.
The agitation is certainly not because Arthur would give any amount of money or body parts or perhaps his entire station if it meant he could be closer to Merlin than he already is—much closer. Infinitely closer.
God, how has this happened to him?
“He is absolutely unavoidable. He gets one chalice of wine in him and he’s touching me and saying insufferable things and—”
“He’s laid hands on you?”
Merlin quiets abruptly, his passionate distaste dying in his throat and on his face, and Arthur is certainly to blame. He couldn’t help himself—his tone had gone from disbelief and general annoyance to something much colder, much more serious. Unwelcome flirtation is one thing, but touching Merlin when Arthur himself hasn’t even been afforded the chance is absolutely unacceptable, and especially when the contact is uninvited and uncomfortable for the receiving party.
And that receiving party is Merlin.
Arthur feels murder sitting heavy on his chest.
“Arthur—”
“Here’s what’s going to happen, now,” Arthur interrupts, tone like ice. Merlin looks like he wants to argue, probably to reassure Arthur he’s fine and he doesn’t need to intervene, but he doesn’t try. He’s quite adept at figuring out now when his snide remarks are appropriate and when they are incredibly not. “Tomorrow night, when he begins to bother you, you’ll do that brain talking thing—”
“Gaius calls it Sending.”
“Right, Sending, and alert me. Then I will take care of the situation how I see fit.”
“But Gwaine and Percival already—”
“I am the crown prince of Camelot and if he’d like to maintain his title, he will listen to me. Should he disobey, I will fucking gut him.” Right, so, that second part wasn’t supposed to come out, but the already defeated look on Merlin’s face had pulled it forcibly from his tongue. Merlin does not look like he believes him in any way, shape, or form, but Arthur hardly cares. He’s too angry, murder on his mind, and Merlin will know this tomorrow night.
“It’s really—I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Merlin says with a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest, shifting from foot to foot like he’s suddenly very uncomfortable. Arthur doesn’t like that. Did he do that? “It’s not a big deal—”
“Merlin,” Arthur says firmly, “I should be the first to know when someone abuses their title to try and get away with matters such as this. Especially when it’s happening to you.”
Arthur thinks he must imagine the pink flooding Merlin’s cheeks, or maybe his anger is coming back. Merlin shifts awkwardly some more, and looks down at his shoes, shuffling them a little against the floor.
“Sire…”
“Yes?”
“I would… prefer you enjoy your holiday. Worrying for me is—”
“Merlin, go to bed,” Arthur says, “Because you are sounding more and more like I should beat you over the head with a club.”
The grin on Merlin’s face seems to brighten the room, and the eyeroll is like a hundred worms wriggling around in Arthur’s stomach. Merlin turns and picks up the wash-bin with what sounds to be a scoff, but Arthur is almost certain is some sort of breathy giggle—
“Do not do that tonight. Go to sleep.”
“Don’t tell me how to do my job.”
“That is quite literally the entire point of your job!”
“Huh? What was that? I’m sorry, I don’t speak insufferable prat.”
“Merlin—!”
“Goodnight, Arthur!”
—
Arthur takes it lightly on the wine, and stays what he believes to be a safe distance away from Merlin at all times. He has a sort-of picture of Lord Edmond in his mind, but as he surveys the crowd, no-one seems to fit the image just right. It seems Arthur remembers him but not altogether too clearly, and the anticipation is starting to get to him.
Nobles keep trying to strike up conversations with him, but he can hardly pay attention. Morgana approaches him to see if he’s alright, but he’s lost sight of Merlin and he can’t answer her because he’s too busy scanning the room, so she gives up. Then, Gwen approaches to tell him of some business with one guest or another, but half way through, Merlin’s voice whispers through his mind, sending a shudder down his spine he can’t ignore.
It’s happening. I’d appreciate it if you could refrain from killing him. I’m not fond of washing blood off your clothes.
Arthur stands.
“---and then she—Arthur?”
“Excuse me a moment,” he says to her, and perhaps someone else near him, but he’s not entirely sure. The lady to his left looks particularly disappointed, but swiftly turns to Gwen to try and trick her into divulging the latest gossip from the kitchens.
Gwen seems less than enthused.
Lord Edmund is not particularly tall, but not particularly short. Merlin stands a few inches over him but he and Arthur are both considerably tall. He looks to be older, as Arthur had thought, probably early-fifties at the youngest, and despite how it hurts Arthur’s very soul to admit it, not terribly hard on the eyes. However, what is extremely off-putting (and particularly rage-inducing) is the way he has Merlin trapped between a table and a group of snickering lackeys, who occasionally glance over at the situation, amused.
A posse. This insolent Lord brought an entourage and is using it to try and scare Merlin into sleeping with him.
Arthur sees red.
“What do you think you are doing?”
Merlin starts, and Edmond jumps, stumbling backwards and away from Merlin just a bit, looking surprised, but not like he thinks he’s done anything wrong. Arthur is brimming, perhaps spilling, with rage, Edmond fixed in his stare like an enemy’s chest which his blade is sure to rupture. If Arthur had his sword, it would be lying against Edmond’s throat.
“Your highness—”
Arthur remembers himself. He had had a plan, hadn’t he?
If Arthur were to tell this man off, it might work to dissuade him, sure, but it would teach him nothing. The festival was to last nearly the entire month, and a simple reprimand from a man so much younger than him—prince or not—would not hold to that length in time, Arthur was sure of it. Edmond would figure out a way to get around Arthur’s consequences or out of his sight, and then Merlin would be back at square one, and based on how Arthur had had to be the one to ask, he’s sure Merlin would not bring it up a second time.
Therefore, it would take more than harsh words to keep Edmond in line.
He turns, grabs Merlin by the side of his tunic, and yanks him forward into his embrace. He can only imagine the look of shock, but if this is to work, he cannot make his own nervousness known. He tilts his head and blows breath against Merlin’s ear as he speaks—
“It is my last intention to embarrass you, but there are few ways to make a man like this listen, and I am not interested in anyone’s hands on you but mine. I’ll meet you in my chambers when I have finished here.”
Once again, Arthur has said something he hadn’t meant to say, but now is not exactly the time to try and cover up for himself. He said what he said, and Merlin is ducking into the crowd, and there is a much more important matter at hand. He turns to Edmond.
“You would dare insult the crown prince in such a way?”
This gets the attention of the lackeys, and many party-goers nearby. Arthur steels himself for the show he is about to perform, the backlash he will undoubtedly receive from his father, and Morgana’s incessant teasing until the end of time. This, and the rumors that will spread once these nobles are made aware—
“I’m sure I know what you mean,” Edmond answers, genuinely sounding clueless, but also completely calm, unphased by Arthur’s anger. Does this sort of stupidity come with age? Arthur must start reading more, if this is the case.
“You would shamelessly attempt to bed my paramour?”
Arthur watches all the color drain from Edmond’s face, and feels a swelling of pride in his chest at the sight. He opens his mouth to say something, and then closes it, and repeats the motion, clearly at a loss. The lackeys scatter comically, and those in attendance of the show begin to mutter. He’s grateful he’s only captivated a small portion of the great hall, and not the entire thing, and his father is many, many crowds away.
“I—he—”
“I would throw my glove at your feet if I had a glove to throw,” Arthur spits, “And should you bother him again, or god forbid, lay a filthy hand on him, I will gut you without honor.” And so with that, Arthur turns on his heel and storms away, followed by murmurs and whispers, feeling somewhat relieved and incredibly satisfied, despite now having to explain himself to Merlin.
Right. Merlin.
—
“What did you do?” Merlin asks, all to accusing.
“Promise not to smite me.”
“No.”
“I told them—“
“Ah,” Merlin interrupts, raising a hand. He stands up and off Arthur’s bed, and moves closer, much to Arthur’s dismay. “Actually, I don’t care.”
Arthur blinks.
“But—“
“Did you mean it?”
Arthur’s brain short circuits as he finds himself gazing into storms of gray, Merlin coming much closer than he’d expected. He mimicked Edmond, opening his mouth and then closing it again, swallowing hard. Merlin is watching him expectantly and Arthur is using all the strength he has not to glance down at Merlin’s lips and give himself away completely.
“Did you mean it?” Merlin asks again.
Did he—oh.
I am not interested in anyone’s hands on you but mine.
In all the chaos, he had half-forgotten. He had meant to turn and tell Merlin to go, to apologize for what he had decided to say next, but he had lost himself in the moment of being so close. He had invested himself too much in the “performance,” even in those few, short moments, and revealed himself.
And now he would face Merlin’s reaction, whatever it may be.
“Yes,” he says, though it doesn’t come out as confident as he would have liked. Merlin searches his eyes for the lie—he dreads what could happen when the warlock finds none.
Merlin’s eyes flick downwards. Arthur’s stomach drops as he realizes Merlin’s eyeing his lips, the very same impulse he’d been begging himself not to give in to, and Merlin’s done it so close to him, so outright—
“You were jealous,” Merlin continues, and at this, Arthur scoffs. No, he was not jealous in the slightest of Lord Edmond because Edmond was a sad, elderly husk of a man who thought he could take what he wanted whenever he wanted, and Arthur is a young, handsome crown-prince who has waited over a year for any indication Merlin might feel the same as him.
He would not dare use his position of power to press Merlin to him, not when Arthur loved him, and not when Merlin had spent his time here unknowingly teaching Arthur what that really meant. His parents had not done it, fleeting teenage flings had not done it—Merlin had. Undoubtedly.
“I would not be jealous of a man you didn’t actually want,” Arthur says, which he realizes then is insinuating he would be jealous of a man Merlin did want, so he tries to back track, “And regardless—!” He exclaims quickly, and Merlin’s responding smile digs up those worms.
“You’re obviously allowed to do whatever you want with whoever you want,” Arthur finishes, swallowing hard.
“Obviously,” Merlin repeats, lifting his hands to start undoing the clasps on Arthur’s robes.
If Arthur wanted—no, not if wanted, because he does want, he’s just not sure what Merlin wants—he could tilt his head just so, lean in an inch, maybe two, and kiss him. They’re that close, and they’ve been this close before, sure, but Merlin’s acting different and his fingers work the clasps much slower and his face is absolutely unreadable to the point where Arthur is starting to panic. He prides himself on knowing Merlin very well, but right now—
“Even if it’s you?”
Merlin might as well have punched him in the throat. All the breath flees from his lungs as though it were never there in the first place, and his hands—he loses all command over them as he has his breath—reach up and grab Merlin by the waist of his tunic, the very same way he had done before, except this time when he pulls them together there is not crowd to convince or entertain.
He’s not sure how he manages to speak when he’s forgotten how to breathe, but—
“Especially if it’s me.”
When they kiss, finally, after the decade that seems to pass between their admissions and their lips meeting, Arthur loses his decorum entirely. Entirely. It’s like any restraint he’d had stored away left with his breath, and he is half-guiding, half-pushing Merlin, kissing him senseless until Merlin’s back hits Arthur’s bed and he’s wedged between Merlin’s thighs and it’s like this is where he’s meant to be, staring down at wet lips and heaving chest and—
“I heard what you said. About us,” Merlin manages between breaths, “I heard what you called me.”
Paramour.
“I—“
“If you would have me, sire.”
If you would have me, sire.
The double meaning all but knocks him out.
“I will have you,” Arthur, “Over and over and over again until no one can distinguish one of us from the other.” You’re a piece of me, a second more brilliant half. I need you, I have needed you since I met you in the market that day, even when I treated you so harshly, and have been so—
Merlin tips his head back and laughs and Arthur’s maudlin inner-monologue fades away, mind wholly devoted to the sound and the man it’s coming from beneath him.
“Arthur—“ his name, god, his name, “—that is already impossible to do.”
—
Merlin turns out to be marvelous in bed, and not at all like Arthur had suspected he’d be (timid, hesitant). Instead, he’s incredibly, almost obnoxiously vocal, and not abashed in the slightest.
To be fair, though, Merlin never knew when to shut his goddamn mouth any other time, so perhaps Arthur had been foolish to think this sort of affair would be any different.
When he wakes up to the knock on his door, it doesn’t occur to him to try and hide Merlin, or even wake him. He’d announced to a quarter of the party last night that they were sleeping together, and word-of-mouth in a castle filled with visiting nobles and their attendants is far worse than wild-fire.
“Yes?” he calls, sitting up despite his nakedness, absently stroking Merlin’s dark hair. The messenger—a woman Arthur recognizes to usually be either in the kitchens or the wash rooms—shyly steps in, flushing deeply when she notices that Arthur is not alone.
“You’ve been summoned. By your father.”
Now this Arthur and not been expecting. To be reprimanded at brunch for making a scene, sure, but to be summoned is an entirely different issue.
“Thank you,” Arthur says, tipping his head, “You may go.”
She hurries out, and Arthur looks down, considering for a moment waking Merlin to dress him, and then upon seeing how peacefully his paramour—paramour, how lovely—is sleeping, opts against it.
He can dress himself, surely.
—
“Brilliant,” Uther muses as Arthur enters, “We were starting to worry you had gotten lost.”
No, Arthur just couldn’t figure out which was the front and which was the back of his trousers for upwards of ten minutes.
“We” must refer to he and Edmond, Uther who is seated stiffly upon his throne, as usual, and Edmond who is standing quite relaxed beneath his gaze, which is Arthur’s first indication something here is clearly off.
“What do you want?” Arthur snaps. Uther does not falter, but Edmond looks over, clearly baffled by Arthur’s tone, and perhaps even the fact that Uther does not ask him to check it.
“Would you please explain to me,” Uther begins, “How you thought it appropriate not only to publicly humiliate a noble, threaten him, but also to treat your manservant as though he were property, and not a man of his own decisions.”
He cannot be serious. Arthur turns to Edmond, seething.
“You are far duller than you look.”
“Arthur!” Uther exclaims, sharp. Arthur crosses his arms over his chest, glowering at his father, terribly angry for what feels like the hundredth time in the past two days.
“I only acted in the interest of Merlin’s honor,” Arthur snaps, “He came to me accusing this feeble, brainless—”
“Are the insults truly necessary, your majesty?” Edmond asks his father, but Arthur continues, unperturbed.
“—wilddeoren of making unwanted advances.”
Uther frowns, and Edmond shakes his head, a completely unwarranted smile gracing his features. Arthur is certain this man is in need of several kicks to the groin and then some. Uther sighs.
“I told you, your majesty, he would come bearing all sorts of lies.”
“Lies!?” Arthur exclaims incredulously.
“You very publicly referred to Merlin as your paramour instead of your manservant,” Uther says, “In order to embarrass Lord Edmond into obeying your will.” Arthur’s jaw drops. Edmond does nothing to hide the triumph he is feeling, and all of this is making Arthur’s blood boil hotter and hotter.
That’s… technically true, but as far as last night is concerned—
“Merlin is my paramour,” Arthur argues, causing a raise of his father’s brow, and the shake of Edmond’s head, “And if you do not believe me, summon Merlin, then. Although, that seems a spectacular waste of our time, because he should have been here to explain his side of the story in the first place, and if I would have known this insolent pig—”
“Arthur,” Uther chides.
“—was going to spin such an elaborate fairy-tale, I would have roused him and brought him myself, as he happened to be, conveniently, very close by, namely, right god-damned next to me.”
Uther heaves a sigh. Edmond doesn’t look convinced.
“Arthur—”
“Father,” Arthur says, very seriously, sensing the king’s exasperation and unwillingness to argue or reprimand a noble of his own age, and such a nonchalant demeanor, begging no guilt. What his father fails to see is that this is not because Edmond is not guilty, but because he’s certain there will be no consequences for his actions—and really, unless Arthur kills him in his sleep, or challenges him to a duel, there won’t be. Nothing but a childish slap on the wrist.
“Arthur,” Uther says again, firmly, “I would like you, before dinner tonight, to apologize to Lord Edmond—”
“Absolutely not!” Arthur cries.
“You will,” Uther says, firmness growing into a slight aggression Uther believes he will listen to, “Or you will not attend.”
“Then consider this the last time you see me today, your majesty,” Arthur snaps, turning to leave, “And if you are so opposed to taking the word of your own son over some half-wit jester, ask the servant who summoned me how she found me this morning, and who she found me with.”
He turns, just before the door, glaring back at both men—his father who looks vaguely disappointed, and Edmond who’s now red in the face, seemingly having realized what an impartial third-party’s account may do to his story.
“Or better yet,” Arthur muses, “Ask the knights who attempted to deter Lord Testicle—“
“Arthur!”
“—before I was forced to step in. And please,” Arthur says, finally wrapping this up into a neat little bow, “Do not send for me again. I have a long day and night planned bending my manservant over every flat surface in my chambers.”
“Christ, Arthur—“
“Good. Fucking. Day.”
And if the doors were small enough to be slammed, Arthur would have done exactly that.
—
“What is your name?”
“Oh—er, Katherine, your majesty. I work in the—“
“I know. I just have a question regarding the manner in which you found my son this morning.”
“Ah! Oh—umm… well… I’m not entirely comfortable… saying, my king.”
Uther sighs deeply, and waves his hand to dismiss her.
“That will be all.”
—
“You shouldn’t fight with your father on my behalf,” Merlin soothes, and Arthur would attest to enjoying baths much more when Merlin’s in the water with him. “It’s not worth the drama. And you should be enjoying the—“
“As you should have been, and as we should be, if it weren’t for Lord shit-pants—“
“Your insults are getting less and less clever,” Merlin teases, moving forward through the water to press his lips to Arthur’s throat, as if that’s supposed to make it better. Is this them now? Bickering like usual and then kissing it away?
He could get used to that, yeah.
Arthur pinches Merlin’s thigh beneath the water in retaliation, so Merlin pokes him hard in the ribs.
“Ow!” Arthur exclaims, seizing Merlin’s wrist and yanking him forward, sending the boy effectively into his embrace, although Arthur is framing it as a restraint, tugging Merlin’s wrists behind his back and pressing his own teasing kiss to the man’s shoulder.
“Gotcha.”
Merlin laughs.
“What I lack in glorious, sexy, beefy—“ he’s still teasing Arthur, that bastard, “—muscle, I make up for in wit.”
“And how is wit going to—?”
Arthur learns when Merlin uses the height at which his wrists are currently held much to his advantage, and grunts.
“Yes, I suppose that’ll do it.”
—
The next morning they are both summoned, Merlin teaches Arthur about his pants, and they make their way to Uther, chatting aimlessly, bickering uselessly.
Arthur feels incredible. Wonderful, even. To be with Merlin and to not ache to be nearer, because he has been near and can be near, is like a breath of fresh air. His best friend is now his lover, and he could not have asked fate for anything more.
“Father,” Arthur greets.
“Your majesty,” Merlin says, but does not bow, because Merlin thinks bowing is ridiculous and now that he thinks about it, Arthur kind of agrees.
“I have,” Uther says, sounding wildly uncomfortable, which is the consequence of his own inability to take anything Arthur says seriously, “Confirmed with Katherine, the chambermaid, that you two are, in fact…”
Arthur grins.
“Copulating?” He suggests.
“Fucking?” Merlin adds plainly.
“Fraternizing?”
“Fucking,” Merlin repeats.
“Lovers,” Arthur suggests, taking Merlin’s hand. They haven’t talked about that part of it yet, although he’s certain it had been implied. Merlin’s grasp tightens around his own, and their shoulders bump together softly.
“Yeah, probably that one,” he agrees.
Uther is so red in the face he’d make a stunning rendition of Camelot’s flag had he painted a giant gold dragon over his features.
“Right, well,” Uther says, clearing his throat, “I assume you are both aware though… fraternization is certainly allowed, I cannot in good faith—“
“Paramour, father,” Arthur interrupts, because he doesn’t need to hear another word of “produce an heir” or “take a wife.” He’s highly aware of his duty, and if he weren’t, he would’ve dragged Merlin down to Gaius hours ago and demanded to be wed (or whatever version of wed can be done without the church). This way, the next time Lord Edmond or any other ridiculous noble tried to lay hands on his manservant, Arthur would have probably cause to shove his spear through their throat. “I know what can be done and what cannot.”
Uther nods, as if he had suspected this.
“Good. Then all we have to the discuss is the matter of Merlin’s new title—“
“Having sex with your son gives me a title?!” Merlin interrupts incredulously, and Uther goes red again, much to Arthur’s delight. He tips his head back and laughs because oh, how he loves this man.
Uther clears his throat, “Paramour is the title, and while not all of the Five Kingdoms make space for such a thing, I and the court of Camelot do entertain the notion that political marriages should not fall in the way of an actual connection. Therefore, you will be alleviated of your position as Arthur’s manservant—“
“I’d actually like to keep that, if I may,” Merlin interrupts again, and really, where does Merlin get off having the gall to keep cutting off the king.
Probably somewhere in all those titles Uther doesn’t know Merlin already has—The Last Dragonlord, The Most Powerful Sorcerer to Ever Walk the Earth, Emrys, etc. Really, now that Arthur thinks about it, Merlin could cast his father out of the throne with the flick of his wrist, and assume Camelot under his rule, destroying those who dare defy him with little more than a thought and a spoken word.
But he doesn’t. Because of Arthur.
It is beginning to feel incredibly stupid that Arthur couldn’t tell if Merlin loved him back. Perhaps he really will have to start reading more.
“You would continue to work?” Uther asks, eyebrows raised.
“I would feel useless if I were not serving Camelot, and my prince,” Merlin says, “It’s kind of what I’m meant to do, regardless of what “title” I hold here.”
Uther nods as if he understands, which he couldn’t possibly, because where he technically assumes a mantle of service to Camelot, he was birthed to it. Merlin chooses his place here.
Merlin chooses Arthur.
He swears, every minute he spends with the man just sinks him further and further, lost to the warlock entirely, even though Arthur had been certain he was at the bottom before any of this even occurred.
“I will be honest,” Uther muses, “I am starting to see why my son likes you.”
Merlin, to Arthur’s surprise, bows his head to hide his pink cheeks, playing it off like a polite and silent “thank you.” Arthur removes his hand from Merlin’s and slips an arm around his waist. Leave it to Merlin to stand firm in the line of a King’s judgment, and buckle under half-baked praise.
Duly noted.
“Is that all?”
“Actually,” Uther says, “I’m sure you’ll pleased to hear I’ve tossed Edmond in a cell until tomorrow morning, because you and I both know—“
“There are few ways to make a man like that listen,” they chorus, and Arthur smiles, incredibly pleased at the idea of Edmond all wrapped up in silk and fine fabrics, cold and damp in a dirty old cell. “Thank you, father.”
Uther waves his hand dismissively, but cannot help a slight smile at his son’s glowing approval.
“Away with you both. I will see you tonight.”
And Uther does, sitting with their chairs and knees touching, speaking in soft voices and drinking far too much wine, pink cheeks and bright smiles and a love like he remembers. Uther does not wholly understand his son’s affinity for his manservant, but he can understand being young, reckless, and excited to share breath with someone excited to share breath with you.
Yes, Uther, like Arthur, is quite pleased with this paramour. Quite pleased.
[Bonus Content]
Same Universe, Sillier Plot!
#fanfiction#lgbtq#writer#fanfic#merthur#merlinbbc#merlin bbc#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#i did all my gushing on the teaser post so#i've really got nothing to say#hopefully if ppl come here from tik tok they aren't disappointed#i would be so sad#(but if you are feel free to give me constructive criticism)#gay
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In my Mcd rewrite, Emmalyn knows how to fight both physically and verbally. Donna taught her basic martial arts when they met after Emmalyn left the church of Irena. Emmalyn wins at a lot fistfights; usually against priests and priestesses. Emmalyn also uses her foldable fan as a weapon.
#if you have any questions feel free to ask#marshiii gushing about Emmalyn#marshiii talks about her rewrite lore#marshiii rambles#aphblr#aphmau#minecraft diaries#mcd#aphverse#emmalyn vanelle#donna minette
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Happy birthday to Crow!
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⭕️⭕️ Takeshi and his R32 Collection ⭕️⭕️
Finally took pictures and here is my collection so far of Takeshi and his R32. ❤️ Oh to be in love with a side character from a 90’s/early 00’s anime, I wish there was more merch of him. I also posted this on Reddit. Everything is listed below:
• “Lego” kit is from Amazon
• Keychains and chibi sticker are from YanimatorNayukiART on Etsy
• Takeshi peeker sticker is from layingdown11s on Etsy
• NightKids hoodie is from a website called lowerworx. (Drift shop doesn’t make sense because Takeshi made it very known that he prefers grip racing lol)
• I made the coffee mug on Shutterfly with screenshots from the anime
• Everything else is from eBay
#takeshi nakazato#initial d#🐇#feel free to reach out if you want to know anything!!!#I just want to gush about him hehe#I’ve been a recluse on the internet for the past couple years and then this silly little guy got me to come out of hiding
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Finally a ref for Timeskip(Ascended?) Lamb 😩
(Also please ignore the typo it’s been like 2 hours and I just noticed it and I can’t be bothered to fix it rnskdkd)
Having fully come into their godhood, they’ve continued running their cult after millennia and personally protecting their followers with the same loyalty a shepherd has to their flock.
While generally considered a compassionate and merciful god of death they can quickly turn fierce and wrathful, especially when their precious cult is threatened…
And of course, even after thousands of years, some things never change.
Disciples Bishops
#cotl#cult of the lamb#cotl lamb#Ik I’ve reused the last sketch but shhh#nyways yaay they finally have a ref!! had lots of fun with this one ngl :>#this Timeskip au has been fun hehe#feel free to ask about it id love to gush!!
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Hello my darling
Freaky
Mutuals, anyone know of any good +18 possibly dead dove discord servers for gravity falls? 👀
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a lil late night reminder: no matter how you choose to run your blog, or how you may write your muse, you have a place here. as long as you're having fun and finding joy through having a roleplay blog, that's all that matters in the end. <3
#💔 ˚₊ · 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 ✗ long lost words whisper slowly to me. ❞#this applies to every rpc on tumblr tbh but it's directed at the sonic one;#it sucks seeing people struggle to fit in here for one reason or the other. x__x#if i'm honest i do not enjoy how i've been treated in this rpc in the past...#it's better this time around thankfully (mainly cause i worked on a lot of my anxiety and self-esteem issues lmao)#trying to be the change i want to see now lol... i feel like people stay in their own bubbles a lot here?#i don't rly have the energy for like; extensively plotted 50+ reblog threads. i imagine Most don't because we got jobs and life and shit.#but it's always good to send in inbox memes. gush/infodump about ur muses with each other when the free time aligns.#low stakes plotting + ship/dynamic discussions just to see what sticks vs. what doesn't.#also dash games... i feel like i Barely see ppl tagging their mutuals in dash games anymore. i will bring this trend back 😤#interacting with mutuals both new & old... etc. etc. etc.#do not shy away from the Community part in rpc... otherwise what's the point lmao.#(unless you're specifically rping with friends/a curated group but that's a different topic)#Anywayz... i've mostly been lurking and sending memes this week & now i'm drowsily rambling JFDKKGDJ.#might do stuff this weekend but i've also been wanting to draw so... 2 be determined lol.
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Characters from AT/FnC who I don't see a lot of people talk about much but I really adore to absolute bits <33
#tbf it's been actual years now since we last saw Y5#plus Minnerva Astrid and Bonnie only have a handful of scenes in FnC that equate to a minute or less of screentime#(also feel free to correct me if people DID gush about Y5 and Minnerva since i wasnt active in the fandom during Islands and Distant Lands)#but genuinely i have such a strong attachment for these characters and mainly for how adorable they are and the warmth they make me feel#AND being literally good characters#like equally as much as like Marceline or Simon I really CARE for these 4#—even if their appearances were brief <33#and personally they DESERVE to have more attention as with other characters Bonnie especially is just so so cute <33#bonnie talks#adventure time#adventure time distant lands#fionna and cake#at#fnc
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it’s getting cold outside! i’m actually becoming my true self everyday because of it. you wouldn’t know it bc im only my true self when im wearing a handmade sweater also I got new slippers and they are beomgyu coded
#i’m actually very upset rn#I will avoid talking about my feeling and instead gush about the little things like my slippers and sweaters#cam!talks#kisses everyone who is also in a bad mood today in free to talk besties#FOOT REVEAL LOL
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I can't stop thinking of headcanons for the baby Mario Bros 🥺❤💚
- The first time they are set down next to each other (after being brought back from the hospital), the Bros turn to look at each other for the first time; smiles of wonder on their faces
"Hi, I know you. I love you"
- Little tender touches exchanged between them, as they take each other in.
- Snuggling together for comfort (in their yellow baby blankets)
- If one cries, then the other cries.
"Help Mama! Help Papa! My brother is sad!"
- Nursing together.
- Refusing to be no more than a room away from each other (this first came to fruition after one of the Bros needed to be taken for a checkup; not only did they spend the whole Doctor's visit crying, but the other parent confirmed that the other Bro had been crying the whole time they were gone)
#feel free to add more#sorry I'm gushing over baby bros#some people may find this weird...#super mario#mario#luigi#baby mario#baby luigi#mario and luigi#brothers#brotherly love#the super mario bros movie#super mario movie#mario movie#mario headcanons#headcanon#please do not tag as ship
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aw man I sure do love following an annoying dripping sound to the source, which is the water heater in a panel behind the bathroom only accessible by a panel in the adjacent closet wall
to find that not only is it dripping, it looks like it's been dripping for a long time (consistently or on-and-off I don't know), causing a lot of warping and water damage and god knows what else
two days before we're supposed to be leaving to visit the family across the country for a week
and just a few months ago the back door feel off its hinges because the frame had a rotten streak in it!
I swear this place is in a perpetual state of trying to fall apart
#feel free to ignore#I am stressed#have texted Grandpa Landlord with pictures and all but haven't heard back#he's probably contacting a plumber as he's pretty prompt about these things#the question is when the hell will the plumber be able to get here#will it be like the time when our faucet broke and water wouldn't stop gushing out and it took SEVERAL DAYS for the guy to come fix it?#so we were without water at ALL during that time?#I sure hope it's not like that#I'm also worried about the warped state of the compartment#lots of warping and what appears to be mold trying to grow :S#yaaay
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