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Redraw of the panels that SHATTERED MY HEART o(ďźâłďź)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 itâs such a heartbreaking and well executed deviation from odaâs standard formula!!! I know that we all love monkey d. luffy and heâs 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 hereâs the thing, even when Luffy wasnât here, he was still here. And Iâm not talking about the so called âblessingsâ or whatever that kept SUSPICIOUSLY popping up around the crew when Luffy disappeared, Iâm 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 wasnât present (I mean KIND OF but you know what I mean), this was still VERY MUCH a luffy arc imo.Â
Oh man but I think Oda wrote luffyâs disappearance so well,,, I was sobbing for like 80 percent of this arc. Like just gradually seeing the crewâs 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 hereâs the thing, Luffy didnât know what was happening to him when he started disappearing. But what he DID know is that he wasnât sure if he was gonna be able to come back or not. And Luffy hates breaking promises- heâd never make a promise if he didnât plan to keep it, and heâs not an idiot either, so when he just felt himself disappearing and saw zoro nearby... Instead of saying something like âIâll be back!â and potentially making his crewmates wait for him forever, he tells zoro to âtake care of the crewâ... SOBBING AND CRYING T - T. So YES. the crew has unwavering faith in their captain. But. Luffy didnt say that heâd be coming back or anything. So what are they supposed to do really.
And itâs really hard to read at some parts, like it never loses the goofy tone that has been there throughout all of one piece and itâs 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 thatâs on everyoneâs 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 mightâve happened to luffy!!! And Iâm 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 LIKEÂ âurerheg 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 blahâ 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 theyâve been separated before for even longer periods of time, but they always knew that theyâd be back together. This time they didnât 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 Ageđ
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 Merlinâs emotions, refusing to be caught caring unless in the most dire of circumstances, but this is a new kind of anger entirely. Merlinâs prone to annoyance (both attracting it and being it), but this is far from something like thatâthis is genuine rage. Arthurâs not sure heâs ever seen him like this, flushed and eerily quiet, his fingers undoing Arthurâs cloak rather harshly, which he would comment about if he were not so concerned.
In Merlinâs 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 handsâMerlinâs a weapon, truly. A weapon whoâs fingertips brush idly over his skin as he lifts the tunic over Arthurâs head, throwing that over his arm with the festival attire.
âWhat is it?â Merlin had turned, presumably to toss the clothes in the wash-bin that Merlin would undoubtedly take back to his chambers tonight, despite Arthurâs insistence that he neednât complete tasks like that this late. The manservant stops, though, cold.
âSire?â
Usually dripping in sarcasm, Arthur swallows hard at the unfamiliar, honest use of his title.Â
âYou are clearly furious. Have I done something?âÂ
Merlin is quiet for a moment, which leaves Arthur in embarrassingly tense anticipation. His last wishâand oh, if Merlin ever found out about this, heâd simply dieâis 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 thatâs more just them than an actual distaste for each otherâs company.Â
Itâs partially what makes each otherâs company so tasteful, at least, as far as Arthur is concerned.
âNo,â comes the reply, which is a relief, but also further troublingâif 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 browâ
Christâfocus, Arthur.Â
âThen what?â Arthur pries when no explanation comes. Merlinâs 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.
âLord Edmond,â he says, fingers curling into expensive fabrics, cheeks flushed, âRefuses to leave me alone.âÂ
Edmondâsome 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 nowâmaybe fourty? Fifty? Ten years older than Arthur at least, and complacent. Not a hunter, not a soldierâ
âI donât remember him being too insufferably-friendly,â Arthur muses.
âThis,â Merlin snaps, âIs beyond friendly.â
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 Merlinâs.
âWere these⌠welcome advances?â His heart leaps into his throatâ
âAbsolutely not,â Merlin says, âAnd if he continues, Iâll have to smite him where he stands, your fatherâs ridiculous laws be damned.âÂ
Arthurâs eyes widen. He looks back at Merlin.
âCan you smite people?!â
âNo, but I could try.âÂ
Arthur wants nothing more than to reach out and soothe Merlinâs 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 Arthurâs directionâ
âWhat?â
âI have⌠quite the solution.âÂ
Merlin scoffs, and turns back around to finally toss Arthurâs 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 heâs not used to being soreâhe misses sparring, training, riding. If it were not already the early hours of the morning, heâd consider getting up at a decent hour to accomplish one of these.
Heâll be lucky to be up any time before noon.
âYou couldnât,â Merlin says, folding the clothes instead of tossing themâquite responsible of him, though Arthurâs sure the sheer cost of the clothing has Merlin a little more careful.
Or his rage is making him forget heâs usually negligent, as backwards as that seems.
âGwaine and Percival have already warned him, and he does not seem to care one way or another,â Merlin rants, throwing the folded tunic down into the wash bin (thereâs the Merlin he knows well) and whipping around, âAnd for the last three nights, itâs one uncomfortable, disgusting, completely inappropriateââ
âThis has been going on for three nights?!â 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 heâs decently agitated at the notion that some horny prick is ruining his manservantâs 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 isâmuch closer. Infinitely closer.
God, how has this happened to him?
âHe is absolutely unavoidable. He gets one chalice of wine in him and heâs touching me and saying insufferable things andââ
âHeâs laid hands on you?â
Merlin quiets abruptly, his passionate distaste dying in his throat and on his face, and Arthur is certainly to blame. He couldnât help himselfâhis 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 hasnât 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.
âArthurââ
âHereâs whatâs going to happen, now,â Arthur interrupts, tone like ice. Merlin looks like he wants to argue, probably to reassure Arthur heâs fine and he doesnât need to intervene, but he doesnât try. Heâs quite adept at figuring out now when his snide remarks are appropriate and when they are incredibly not. âTomorrow night, when he begins to bother you, youâll do that brain talking thingââ
âGaius calls it Sending.â
âRight, Sending, and alert me. Then I will take care of the situation how I see fit.â
âBut Gwaine and Percival alreadyââ
âI am the crown prince of Camelot and if heâd like to maintain his title, he will listen to me. Should he disobey, I will fucking gut him.â Right, so, that second part wasnât supposed to come out, but the already defeated look on Merlinâs 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. Heâs too angry, murder on his mind, and Merlin will know this tomorrow night.
âItâs reallyâI shouldnât have brought it up,â Merlin says with a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest, shifting from foot to foot like heâs suddenly very uncomfortable. Arthur doesnât like that. Did he do that? âItâs not a big dealââ
âMerlin,â Arthur says firmly, âI should be the first to know when someone abuses their title to try and get away with matters such as this. Especially when itâs happening to you.â
Arthur thinks he must imagine the pink flooding Merlinâs 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.
âSireâŚâ
âYes?â
âI would⌠prefer you enjoy your holiday. Worrying for me isââ
âMerlin, go to bed,â Arthur says, âBecause you are sounding more and more like I should beat you over the head with a club.âÂ
The grin on Merlinâs face seems to brighten the room, and the eyeroll is like a hundred worms wriggling around in Arthurâs 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 giggleâ
âDo not do that tonight. Go to sleep.â
âDonât tell me how to do my job.â
âThat is quite literally the entire point of your job!â
âHuh? What was that? Iâm sorry, I donât speak insufferable prat.â
âMerlinâ!â
âGoodnight, Arthur!â
â
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 heâs alright, but heâs lost sight of Merlin and he canât answer her because heâs 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, Merlinâs voice whispers through his mind, sending a shudder down his spine he canât ignore.
Itâs happening. Iâd appreciate it if you could refrain from killing him. Iâm not fond of washing blood off your clothes.Â
Arthur stands.
â---and then sheâArthur?â
âExcuse me a moment,â he says to her, and perhaps someone else near him, but heâs 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.Â
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 Arthurâs 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.
âWhat do you think you are doing?â
Merlin starts, and Edmond jumps, stumbling backwards and away from Merlin just a bit, looking surprised, but not like he thinks heâs done anything wrong. Arthur is brimming, perhaps spilling, with rage, Edmond fixed in his stare like an enemyâs chest which his blade is sure to rupture. If Arthur had his sword, it would be lying against Edmondâs throat.
âYour highnessââ
Arthur remembers himself. He had had a plan, hadnât he?Â
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 himâprince or notâwould not hold to that length in time, Arthur was sure of it. Edmond would figure out a way to get around Arthurâs 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, heâs 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 Merlinâs ear as he speaksâ
âIt 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 anyoneâs hands on you but mine. Iâll meet you in my chambers when I have finished here.â
Once again, Arthur has said something he hadnât 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.
âYou would dare insult the crown prince in such a way?âÂ
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 Morganaâs incessant teasing until the end of time. This, and the rumors that will spread once these nobles are made awareâ
âIâm sure I know what you mean,â Edmond answers, genuinely sounding clueless, but also completely calm, unphased by Arthurâs anger. Does this sort of stupidity come with age? Arthur must start reading more, if this is the case.
âYou would shamelessly attempt to bed my paramour?âÂ
Arthur watches all the color drain from Edmondâs 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. Heâs grateful heâs only captivated a small portion of the great hall, and not the entire thing, and his father is many, many crowds away.
âIâheââ
âI would throw my glove at your feet if I had a glove to throw,â Arthur spits, âAnd should you bother him again, or god forbid, lay a filthy hand on him, I will gut you without honor.â 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.
â
âWhat did you do?â Merlin asks, all to accusing.Â
âPromise not to smite me.â
âNo.â
âI told themââÂ
âAh,â Merlin interrupts, raising a hand. He stands up and off Arthurâs bed, and moves closer, much to Arthurâs dismay. âActually, I donât care.âÂ
Arthur blinks.
âButââ
âDid you mean it?âÂ
Arthurâs brain short circuits as he finds himself gazing into storms of gray, Merlin coming much closer than heâd 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 Merlinâs lips and give himself away completely.
âDid you mean it?â Merlin asks again.
Did heâoh.
I am not interested in anyoneâs 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 âperformance,â even in those few, short moments, and revealed himself.Â
And now he would face Merlinâs reaction, whatever it may be.
âYes,â he says, though it doesnât come out as confident as he would have liked. Merlin searches his eyes for the lieâhe dreads what could happen when the warlock finds none.
Merlinâs eyes flick downwards. Arthurâs stomach drops as he realizes Merlinâs eyeing his lips, the very same impulse heâd been begging himself not to give in to, and Merlinâs done it so close to him, so outrightâ
âYou were jealous,â 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.Â
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 itâMerlin had. Undoubtedly.
âI would not be jealous of a man you didnât actually want,â Arthur says, which he realizes then is insinuating he would be jealous of a man Merlin did want, so he tries to back track, âAnd regardlessâ!â He exclaims quickly, and Merlinâs responding smile digs up those worms.
âYouâre obviously allowed to do whatever you want with whoever you want,â Arthur finishes, swallowing hard.
âObviously,â Merlin repeats, lifting his hands to start undoing the clasps on Arthurâs robes.Â
If Arthur wantedâno, not if wanted, because he does want, heâs just not sure what Merlin wantsâhe could tilt his head just so, lean in an inch, maybe two, and kiss him. Theyâre that close, and theyâve been this close before, sure, but Merlinâs 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 nowâ
âEven if itâs you?â
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 handsâhe loses all command over them as he has his breathâreach 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.
Heâs not sure how he manages to speak when heâs forgotten how to breathe, butâ
âEspecially if itâs me.â
When they kiss, finally, after the decade that seems to pass between their admissions and their lips meeting, Arthur loses his decorum entirely. Entirely. Itâs like any restraint heâd had stored away left with his breath, and he is half-guiding, half-pushing Merlin, kissing him senseless until Merlinâs back hits Arthurâs bed and heâs wedged between Merlinâs thighs and itâs like this is where heâs meant to be, staring down at wet lips and heaving chest andâ
âI heard what you said. About us,â Merlin manages between breaths, âI heard what you called me.â
Paramour.Â
âIââ
âIf you would have me, sire.â
If you would have me, sire.
The double meaning all but knocks him out.
âI will have you,â Arthur, âOver and over and over again until no one can distinguish one of us from the other.â Youâre 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 soâ
Merlin tips his head back and laughs and Arthurâs maudlin inner-monologue fades away, mind wholly devoted to the sound and the man itâs coming from beneath him.
âArthurââ his name, god, his name, ââthat is already impossible to do.â
â
Merlin turns out to be marvelous in bed, and not at all like Arthur had suspected heâd be (timid, hesitant). Instead, heâs 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.Â
When he wakes up to the knock on his door, it doesnât occur to him to try and hide Merlin, or even wake him. Heâd 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.Â
âYes?â he calls, sitting up despite his nakedness, absently stroking Merlinâs dark hair. The messengerâa woman Arthur recognizes to usually be either in the kitchens or the wash roomsâshyly steps in, flushing deeply when she notices that Arthur is not alone.
âYouâve been summoned. By your father.â
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.Â
âThank you,â Arthur says, tipping his head, âYou may go.â
She hurries out, and Arthur looks down, considering for a moment waking Merlin to dress him, and then upon seeing how peacefully his paramourâparamour, how lovelyâis sleeping, opts against it.Â
He can dress himself, surely.
â
âBrilliant,â Uther muses as Arthur enters, âWe were starting to worry you had gotten lost.â
No, Arthur just couldnât figure out which was the front and which was the back of his trousers for upwards of ten minutes.
âWeâ 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 Arthurâs first indication something here is clearly off.
âWhat do you want?â Arthur snaps. Uther does not falter, but Edmond looks over, clearly baffled by Arthurâs tone, and perhaps even the fact that Uther does not ask him to check it.
âWould you please explain to me,â Uther begins, âHow 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.â
He cannot be serious. Arthur turns to Edmond, seething.
âYou are far duller than you look.â
âArthur!â 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.
âI only acted in the interest of Merlinâs honor,â Arthur snaps, âHe came to me accusing this feeble, brainlessââ
âAre the insults truly necessary, your majesty?â Edmond asks his father, but Arthur continues, unperturbed.
ââwilddeoren of making unwanted advances.âÂ
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.
âI told you, your majesty, he would come bearing all sorts of lies.â
âLies!?â Arthur exclaims incredulously.
âYou very publicly referred to Merlin as your paramour instead of your manservant,â Uther says, âIn order to embarrass Lord Edmond into obeying your will.â Arthurâs jaw drops. Edmond does nothing to hide the triumph he is feeling, and all of this is making Arthurâs blood boil hotter and hotter.Â
Thatâs⌠technically true, but as far as last night is concernedâ
âMerlin is my paramour,â Arthur argues, causing a raise of his fatherâs brow, and the shake of Edmondâs head, âAnd 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 pigââ
âArthur,â Uther chides.
ââwas 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.â
Uther heaves a sigh. Edmond doesnât look convinced.
âArthurââ
âFather,â Arthur says, very seriously, sensing the kingâs 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 heâs certain there will be no consequences for his actionsâand really, unless Arthur kills him in his sleep, or challenges him to a duel, there wonât be. Nothing but a childish slap on the wrist.
âArthur,â Uther says again, firmly, âI would like you, before dinner tonight, to apologize to Lord Edmondââ
âAbsolutely not!â Arthur cries.
âYou will,â Uther says, firmness growing into a slight aggression Uther believes he will listen to, âOr you will not attend.â
âThen consider this the last time you see me today, your majesty,â Arthur snaps, turning to leave, âAnd 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.â
He turns, just before the door, glaring back at both menâhis father who looks vaguely disappointed, and Edmond whoâs now red in the face, seemingly having realized what an impartial third-partyâs account may do to his story.
âOr better yet,â Arthur muses, âAsk the knights who attempted to deter Lord Testicleââ
âArthur!â
ââbefore I was forced to step in. And please,â Arthur says, finally wrapping this up into a neat little bow, âDo not send for me again. I have a long day and night planned bending my manservant over every flat surface in my chambers.â
âChrist, Arthurââ
âGood. Fucking. Day.â
And if the doors were small enough to be slammed, Arthur would have done exactly that.
â
âWhat is your name?â
âOhâer, Katherine, your majesty. I work in theââ
âI know. I just have a question regarding the manner in which you found my son this morning.â
âAh! Ohâumm⌠well⌠Iâm not entirely comfortable⌠saying, my king.â
Uther sighs deeply, and waves his hand to dismiss her.
âThat will be all.â
â
âYou shouldnât fight with your father on my behalf,â Merlin soothes, and Arthur would attest to enjoying baths much more when Merlinâs in the water with him. âItâs not worth the drama. And you should be enjoying theââ
âAs you should have been, and as we should be, if it werenât for Lord shit-pantsââ
âYour insults are getting less and less clever,â Merlin teases, moving forward through the water to press his lips to Arthurâs throat, as if thatâs supposed to make it better. Is this them now? Bickering like usual and then kissing it away?Â
He could get used to that, yeah.
Arthur pinches Merlinâs thigh beneath the water in retaliation, so Merlin pokes him hard in the ribs.
âOw!â Arthur exclaims, seizing Merlinâs wrist and yanking him forward, sending the boy effectively into his embrace, although Arthur is framing it as a restraint, tugging Merlinâs wrists behind his back and pressing his own teasing kiss to the manâs shoulder.
âGotcha.âÂ
Merlin laughs.
âWhat I lack in glorious, sexy, beefyââ heâs still teasing Arthur, that bastard, ââmuscle, I make up for in wit.â
âAnd how is wit going toâ?â
Arthur learns when Merlin uses the height at which his wrists are currently held much to his advantage, and grunts.
âYes, I suppose thatâll do it.â
â
The next morning they are both summoned, Merlin teaches Arthur about his pants, and they make their way to Uther, chatting aimlessly, bickering uselessly.Â
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.
âFather,â Arthur greets.
âYour majesty,â Merlin says, but does not bow, because Merlin thinks bowing is ridiculous and now that he thinks about it, Arthur kind of agrees.
âI have,â Uther says, sounding wildly uncomfortable, which is the consequence of his own inability to take anything Arthur says seriously, âConfirmed with Katherine, the chambermaid, that you two are, in factâŚâÂ
Arthur grins.
âCopulating?â He suggests.
âFucking?â Merlin adds plainly.
âFraternizing?â
âFucking,â Merlin repeats.
âLovers,â Arthur suggests, taking Merlinâs hand. They havenât talked about that part of it yet, although heâs certain it had been implied. Merlinâs grasp tightens around his own, and their shoulders bump together softly.
âYeah, probably that one,â he agrees.Â
Uther is so red in the face heâd make a stunning rendition of Camelotâs flag had he painted a giant gold dragon over his features.
âRight, well,â Uther says, clearing his throat, âI assume you are both aware though⌠fraternization is certainly allowed, I cannot in good faithââ
âParamour, father,â Arthur interrupts, because he doesnât need to hear another word of âproduce an heirâ or âtake a wife.â Heâs highly aware of his duty, and if he werenât, he wouldâve 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. âI know what can be done and what cannot.â
Uther nods, as if he had suspected this.
âGood. Then all we have to the discuss is the matter of Merlinâs new titleââ
âHaving sex with your son gives me a title?!â Merlin interrupts incredulously, and Uther goes red again, much to Arthurâs delight. He tips his head back and laughs because oh, how he loves this man.
Uther clears his throat, âParamour 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 Arthurâs manservantââ
âIâd actually like to keep that, if I may,â Merlin interrupts again, and really, where does Merlin get off having the gall to keep cutting off the king.Â
Probably somewhere in all those titles Uther doesnât know Merlin already hasâThe 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 doesnât. Because of Arthur.
It is beginning to feel incredibly stupid that Arthur couldnât tell if Merlin loved him back. Perhaps he really will have to start reading more.
âYou would continue to work?â Uther asks, eyebrows raised.
âI would feel useless if I were not serving Camelot, and my prince,â Merlin says, âItâs kind of what Iâm meant to do, regardless of what âtitleâ I hold here.â
Uther nods as if he understands, which he couldnât 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.
âI will be honest,â Uther muses, âI am starting to see why my son likes you.â
Merlin, to Arthurâs surprise, bows his head to hide his pink cheeks, playing it off like a polite and silent âthank you.â Arthur removes his hand from Merlinâs and slips an arm around his waist. Leave it to Merlin to stand firm in the line of a Kingâs judgment, and buckle under half-baked praise.
Duly noted.
âIs that all?â
âActually,â Uther says, âIâm sure youâll pleased to hear Iâve tossed Edmond in a cell until tomorrow morning, because you and I both knowââ
âThere are few ways to make a man like that listen,â 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. âThank you, father.â
Uther waves his hand dismissively, but cannot help a slight smile at his sonâs glowing approval.
âAway with you both. I will see you tonight.â
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 sonâs 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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âď¸âď¸ Takeshi and his R32 Collection âď¸âď¸
Finally took pictures and here is my collection so far of Takeshi and his R32. â¤ď¸ Oh to be in love with a side character from a 90âs/early 00âs anime, I wish there was more merch of him. I also posted this on Reddit. Everything is listed below:
⢠âLegoâ 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 doesnât 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#đ#feel free to reach out if you want to know anything!!!#I just want to gush about him hehe#Iâve 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 đŠ
(Also please ignore the typo itâs been like 2 hours and I just noticed it and I canât be bothered to fix it rnskdkd)
Having fully come into their godhood, theyâve 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 threatenedâŚ
And of course, even after thousands of years, some things never change.
Disciples Bishops
#cotl#cult of the lamb#cotl lamb#Ik Iâve 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? đ
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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
#đ Ëâ ¡ đđđ đđ đđđđđđđđđ â long lost words whisper slowly to me. â#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 đ¤#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#âeven 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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itâs getting cold outside! iâm actually becoming my true self everyday because of it. you wouldnât know it bc im only my true self when im wearing a handmade sweater also I got new slippers and they are beomgyu coded
#iâm 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 đĽşâ¤đ
- 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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