#i'm obsessed with you sir

[saltycactusss]

jujutsu when it kaisen idk this anime sucks

[resu-w-ana]

They don't hide. They are just too formal for anyone to notice.

Bonus:

The knights: So, you work with him sometimes?

Leon, with hearts in his eyes: Yes. Any work with George is extremely pleasing, even when we're doing unrelated personal tasks in the same space. He's the hiligth of my day.

One of the knights: Damn, man. He's that good with paperwork?

[ghostofafruit]

Ok here me out, a Leon that figures out Merlin's magic on his own. Like he notices things, and he puts it together. He knows, he knows before anyone else (except gaius obviously, and maybe Lancelot) but he doesn't confront Merlin.

It's Merlin, there's got to be a good reason for it. He's seen magic before, and it's not always dangerous. It can be used for good. It can be used for fun. It's not always a weapon to fear.

He doesn't confront Merlin, because he understands why Merlin isn't telling people. It's not that he doesn't trust them, though Leon thinks that maybe Merlin has the right not to trust them. It's for his own safety.

So sure Leon knows, but he doesn't tell anyone. He doesn't bring it up. He doesn't talk about it, he doesn't try to drop hints that he knows. He knows, and he keeps that a secret because it's Merlin neck on the line.

And sure, maybe one day Merlin will try to tell him. And all Leon will do is say "Merlin I know, you don't need to say it" because saying it out loud could be dangerous and he doesn't want to risk Merlin.

Even if he doesn't love Merlin (which come on of course he does) he doesn't talk about the magic. But he gives him a safe place to do mundane magic. He gives him a place to do simple magic, nothing grand, nothing flashy, magic just because.

[kashilascorner]

for @queer-ragnelle May Day Parade. May 17-21: Grumpy Month of Kay {Seneschal Celebration}

I have been here since before you became yourself: a collection of Kays (and Arthurs)

Chulhwch and Olwen / Camelot (2011) ep. 1 / Vulgate Cycle: The Story of Merlin / La Morte D'Arthur (Sir Thomas Malory) / The Once and Future King, book 1 The Sword in the Stone (TH White) / Sir Kay's coat of arms / Matthew 16:19 / Under cover of darkness (The Strokes) / Arthur of the Britons (1972) ep. 3 / Vulgate Cycle / Camelot (2011) / Icarus (The Crane Wives) / Idylls of the queen (Phyllis Ann Karr) / Hey Brother (Aviicii) / The High History of the Holy Graal (aka Perlesvaus), trans. Sebastian Evans / Camelot (2011) / Alliterative Morte Arthure, trans. Richard Scott-Robinson / Icarus (The Crane Wives)

[aimbutmiss]

Buggy gently held the face in front of him, fingers wrapping around the jaw to keep it still. He was supposed to go in for the eyeliner next, but the man in front of him flinched as soon as Buggy's fingers brushed his face, the reaction barely visible to the untrained eye. But Buggy knew Mihawk, or he thought he did, at least to a certain extent. He liked to think he improved a lot when it came to reading the hawk eyed man, especially compared to when they first formed Cross Guild. And what all that improvement entailed now, was the fact that the swordsman was uncomfortable. He let go of his face just as gently as he had held it.

"What's wrong?"

"..."

Buggy frowned and slumped his shoulders at the lack of response. "I let you do that horrifying gothic clown makeup on me, remember? Because I trusted you. But I'm not planning on turning you into a clown or anything, it's just your usual black eyeliner. So, trust me?"

"I do trust you." Mihawk sighed heavily, uncrossing his arms. "It's not about that. It's just... I'm not really used to- to this." He motioned between the two of them, trying his best to convey his feelings. He clearly needed more practice in that department, but Buggy took it in stride. They could work on it later, and frankly even this was an improvement.

Buggy retreated a bit, putting some more distance between them. "We don't have to do... this." He motioned between them just as the other had. "I just thought it would be fun, like last time. Even though I ended up looking straight out of a horror story, at least the process was enjoyable. Relaxing even."

Mihawk gave a small smile at that. "I thought you looked rather dashing in black."

Buggy rolled his eyes. "Of course you did. But I think I'll leave that to you. Wouldn't want to steal your schtick."

Mihawk's eyes squinted in amusement. "You couldn't if you tried."

"Nice try, but you can't provoke me like that. I'm not even going near black face paint for the unforeseeable future."

It was Mihawk's turn to roll his eyes, but he didn't say anything. They had fallen into a comfortable silence when Mihawk slowly reached for Buggy's hand, delicately caressing it with his thumb as Buggy held his breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm being difficult. This was supposed to be fun... But I'm okay now, you can continue."

Buggy shook his head, squeezing the hand holding his. "It should be fun for us both, I can't enjoy it if you're not enjoying it as well. You don't have to force yourself."

"I'm not." Mihawk looked Buggy in his big, round eyes that looked like they were portals leading straight to the ocean, his stare as unwavering as his voice as he spoke. "I'm not usually comfortable with people at this proximity... but I've come to find that I really don't mind it with you. I like it, in fact."

Buggy gulped, unable to break the intense eye contact. He didn't really know what he did to get into the swordsman's good graces, but he wasn't gonna mess it up no matter what. He gently reached for his face once again, getting in position to finally draw on the eyeliner.

"Don't move or I'll smudge it." He said, almost in a whisper.

Mihawk simply hummed in understanding, staying still as the waters of the Calm Belt. Buggy's breath was tickling his cheeks, and his hands were warm. He did his best to watch him do his work without moving, carving every inch of his focused face into memory.

"You're beautiful."

The words came out of his mouth without thinking, flowing as naturally as his haki through Yoru, and they made the clown still in his movements.

"What?"

Mihawk gave a breathy chuckle as Buggy's face grew redder by the second. "You heard me, beautiful."

Buggy moved back a bit, staring at the man as if he grew a second head. "What's gotten into you?"

Of course, Mihawk completely ignored him. "You look cute when you blush."

"Oh my God, can you stop?!" Buggy's face was now matching his nose, and Mihawk could swear he could see some steam coming out of his ears.

"You're not very good at taking compliments, are you?"

"I take them all the time! From my crew and my fans... It's just, unexpected from you."

That made something inside Mihawk twinge, but it didn't show on his face. "Then I'll have to compliment you more until you get used to it."

Buggy seemed to be struggling to put his thoughts into words, confused out of his mind at the other man's words. Did he eat something off? Was it a devil fruit user? Because something had to be wrong. But in the mess going inside his head, only one word was able to make its way to his tongue:

"Why?"

"Because I love to have your attention, your eyes on me, your hands on me... and your kindness. But I need to be kind to you as well to deserve it. This, right now... I don't deserve this, as things stand."

Buggy stared at the man in front of him for a moment, before slowly reaching out to cradle his face. "You are kind to me."

"Not kind enough to make up for the things I did before."

So, that's what this was about. Buggy sighed in understanding. "You apologised. I accepted your apology, and Crocodile's. Neither of you have any need to feel bad for your past mistakes."

Mihawk opened his mouth to speak but Buggy shushed him, pressing a finger on his lips. "I forgive you. Just take my word for it, idiot."

"... Alright."

Buggy smiled wide. "See? That wasn't so hard."

Later that evening, Crocodile walked into the tent to find a sleeping Buggy, drooling on a sleeping Mihawk. The swordsman's face was smudged with eyeliner, and the evening breeze was washing over them from the open window flap.

But neither of them were cold when they woke up, covered by a blanket they didn't remember getting.

[concretejunglefm]

Men will write an insane line like:

it's somewhere I go when I need to remember your face / we get married in our heads,

about the one who got away and then go on to have a whole ass relationship or get married to someone else

[myth0mani-art]

So I accidently fell in love with my own interpretation of Modern-soldier-Link...?

But at least I got something done, despite Art-block :D

[lloydfrontera]

in a better timeline where theo is actually a character and not just a plot device he and rakiel develop this weird and confusing dynamic where rakiel is still very clearly theo's older brother except for those moments where his inner ahjussi comes out and he parents theo more than his father ever did and he slowly starts taking asterion's place as theo's father figure.

neither of them really notice because 1) lee han was an only child and he's not really that aware of what is or isn't normal sibling behavior and he doesn't really care either he just sees theo craving approval and being lowkey passively suicidal and goes "is anyone gonna take care of that" and then doesn't wait for an answer before doing it himself and 2) because theo has been neglected his entire life and doesn't recognize what rakiel is doing as 'parenting' because, well, asterion never did that with him so his first experience with that kind of care and treatment is from rakiel so he automatically files it as 'hyung behavior'. so none of them actually realize when their dynamic blurs the line between siblings and parent-child.

but asterion does. just... way too late. when he's already lost his chance with not one, but both of his children. when one son is forever out of his reach and the other has filled what should've been his place with someone else. only then does he realize what his neglect and putting his title as emperor above that of father has cost him. when there's nothing he can do about it.

he wanted his sons to grow up without needing him. and they did. they don't need him anymore. and he didn't realize how terrible of a thing that was until it was far too late to fix it.

[royalnavyart]

🫀 écorché studies - head and neck - with some bonus skulls 💀

References: Charles Landseer's cadaver studies, Leonardo da Vinci's notebooks and er ... a medical journal on the Atlas and epitome of traumatic fractures and dislocations. ❤️‍🩹

The real answer is pinterest, but I try to give proper credits whenever i can! (; v ;) it's nice to be able to go straight to the source if anyone wants to do their own studies. 📜 🪶

[queenofapeacefuldawn]

i'm screaming

[falling-in-the-void-with-ronan]

I'm putting this here because everyone deserves to see this. If you're having a bad day take this evil crime lord, master manipulator getting flustered and feel better.

The way I'm so down bad and obsessed due to this guy, it's not even funny.

[andy-clutterbuck]

[quatregats]

Barbara Wellesley deserves her own series I need to see into her messed-up mind as well

[nyt1ba]

Does he know that I love him ?

[joplinsibtainappreciation]

Joplin Sibtain as Sir Toby Belch in the trailer for RSC's Twelfth Night

[knifegremliin]

i've been rotating the same fucking oc in my head for the past two weeks with no pause. it doesn't usually last this long, or if it does, there are brief pauses within it. but no. the same fucking guy. for two weeks. i think i need someone to forcibly remove them from my brain at this point