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god...... god.......... god... god. god i love this so so much. i need this so so heart-wrenchingly badly. immediately. unwaveringly. unconditionally. pure heartedly. lovingly.
i do just really need a good mom right now. and always, probably. that would be nice, i think. really nice.
aaaa i just really do feel this so much. thank you for the tears. thank you for this absolutely beautiful piece of work. thank you for what you do. thank you, op. i am giving you a hug too, cold as i may be myself. 🫂🫶
YOUR MAY/READER FIC I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT WAS TOO SHORT WE NEED MORE OMG IT WAS SO CUTE
your arms were wrapped as tight around your chest as you could make them, it still didn’t block the blistering cold that shocked your system. frozen to the bones, your teeth clacked until you reached the front door.
barley there knocks, too cold and shaky to give a real one.
but, she heard them.
“hello, clarice!” in an instant her smile dropped to a worried frown, “oh dear,” you’re tugged into her chest and that deep down, frozen blue starts to thaw.
you think it’s the unconditional love, no matter what you did, she’d still give it.
“why are you so cold?”
you hug her tighter, it makes her distressed. she’s never seen you so quiet and dark.
“i walked.”
may wants to discipline you, berate you about the weather and your safety. especially walking alone, at night in a next to nothing coat.
but, she figures there’s a reason.
“come in for tea?” it’s the whole reason you’re there. sometimes, you just really needed that deep love. the love that doesn’t come because it grows or stems from elsewhere. the kind of undeniable, only they can see something special kind of love. the parent kind of love.
you nod, your cheeks are still icy to the touch.
may talks while she moves around the kitchen, you listen and though she may not think it, her words of tenderness warm you from the inside out.
a steaming mug is placed in front of you, your hands cup the mug and you wrap the string of a tea bag around your finger.
a gentle hand is placed on yours, “do you want me to call peter?” she’s already pulling away to grab her phone but you stop her by grabbing her hand back.
“no, peter’s great but…” you tried to hold it in but it demanded to be let loose.
eyes wet and bottom lip trembling, may’s heart broke looking right at you.
“… i just really need a mom right now.”
the admission broke you, a sobbing mess. your breaths stuttered.
may’s never felt her heart break like that, a vulnerable truth. you’ve never cried so hard to her before, or asked her to help pick up the pieces of your hurt.
and may is all about helping those who need it most, where do you think peter got it from?
she doesn’t try to stop you, her arms hold you into her shoulder as you blubber, you feel her kiss your head.
“i’m here, sweetheart. i’m always here.”
#even sad i cant resist that pun#sorry#and sorry for being so sad here yikes thats a littleeee embarrassingggg. and awkward.#*insert that andrew and jesse awkward meme* <-thats everyone rn after reading my. words.#im going through it at 4am#as i do#ily may. imy may.#may parker#aunt may#spiderman#field of reads#ermmmm yes i needed all those crying reaction pics tyvm yvw#sorry if i made you sad op/and or anyone who sees/reads my rb#basically#sorry for the sad i am sad#and also going insane#also sorry for long ass post#alright goodnight#also op we are fellow j's who are in their 20s and use any pronouns lol hey#sorry you had to be quite relatable to me iykwim
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moar skatchbook
#i need to work man I've been sitting here for so long i just cant get myself to do it im AKXNKSKZKS#but heres metal#i changed up a quote from doctor who lmfao#oh man this is a MESS#but i like ittt he's going through shit#suicide tw#sorry i forgor#to my defense its 4am#metal sonic#neo metal sonic
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Sort of a ramble, sort of me just writing my thoughts out while I'm stuck with writer's block, but I keep thinking about how Fulcrum was in stasis for roughly 3 million years??
Like, that's a long time, even for Cybertronians. Not a really long time, not an entire lifespan. But still, it's a large chunk of a normal lifespan just gone. Poof.
One second you're crawling across the pockmarked terrain of an alien planet, surrounded by the sound of gunfire, and the shouting and screaming before and after each earth shuddering impact of another k-con hitting the ground. And then it's quiet. You're not there anymore. You're drifting somewhere between not alive and just asleep. Preserved somewhere in the background of a doomed body, ignored by time and space, still here, but also not.
And then there's sound. Not gunfire. Not shouting or screaming. Not the sounds that'll haunt you till your dying days, your own death sentence pounding in your head. No. Just voices, talking, standing out against a silent, dead world. Wondering. Joking. Bickering. Familiar. Just, not familiar to you. And you're awake. Pulled back from the nothingness you've been frozen in, consciousness tugged forwards with the yank of a fuel pump and the nearness of life.
These two moments are roughly 3 million years apart, but only minutes, maybe even seconds, to him. From a hectic harrowing battlefield, to an old silent graveyard in one blink.
How long did it take to really sink in? I mean, he seems to just roll with it. He doesn't seem particularly bothered. But like, what happened outside of what we see? How did he really feel?
Also, his body aged without him. While his mind preserved itself, freezing him as he was right then, his body was left to weather Clemency for all those years. No wonder it crumbled to dust when he jumped off the world sweeper. It's probably a miracle of some kind that it didn't just fall apart each time someone leaned on him.
And even after they rebuild him, give him a better, newer body. His spark, it's casing, all the irreplaceable core bits that make up their inner bodies, it aged in the time without him. Does he feel it? Does it make his body even more foreign to him?
Then he's also a technician with information that's 3 million years out of date. Lucky him that the scavengers probably weren't working with top of the line material. But still it's gotta be weird when faced with anything brand new, because a lot can change and progress in 3 million years, and now some of the knowledge he once prided himself in is obsolete.
Besides those things, his view of the galaxy, of the war, of their kind, of other kinds, is one of the few things actually pointed out when it comes to him being stuck in the past. So, how often were his old views challenged? Facts of life he held close proved to no longer true? There's 3 million years worth of new science, new beliefs, new words, new terms, new views.
And sure, some of it can be familiar, because they're an ever evolving kind, and they have patterns, core beliefs, repeating behaviors, but a lot of it's gonna be unfamiliar at the same time, because it's 3 million years worth of catch up, it's not like missing last week's trend.
In a way, it makes him a living relic of a bygone era for Decepticons. It would've been really interesting to have had that explored a little more.
#rq i wanna say i love seeing others thoughts on these if you have them. esp those that have thought about it longer than i lol#like. im still just starting to sink my teeth into the lore and put things together. so your thoughts are much appreciated#sometimes i wish that i could turn these rambles into those really well worded. slightly pretentious. but in a fun way. character metas?#but i dont think i can organize my thoughts that well. so. rambles it is lol#not to say rambling is lesser or smth tho. i love a good ramble. love to read them. i support ramblers#speaking of rambling-#idk why it fascinates me so. but theres just something rlly interesting about fulcrum being somewhat stuck in the past#i think it could've played interestingly into his and kroks dynamic had it been explored more?#like. the past and history play big parts in their lives. krok having studied it. and fulcrum having been fast forwarded thru it#it would've been interesting to see them talk more about it? since logically fulcrum wouldve gone to krok for more of the 3mill year rundow#and its like. krok is shown to be really knowledgeable on not only history. but cultures as well. theres and others.#so certain eras of their own culture would probably be a slight interest of his. esp decepticon ones.#and then theres fulcrum. who pretty much got plucked from the empire era only to land in kroks lap (metaphorically) ((...unless?))#so heres this walking talking piece of history. and a dude that has a sort of passion for history. why not explore it more?#and like. yeah. the ''history'' krok has studied is all mostly shit he lived through. but people study the times they lived through-#-because while they may have lived through it. theirs is only one perspective. a good historian takes into account multiple perspectives#idk where i'm going with this now. smth smth fulcrum relying on krok for future stuff and krok having someone to talk history stuff with#i just. augh. i wanna know what their dynamic is more. what we see in the comics is so back and forth at times#like. they seem to hit it off pretty well. but then fulcrum fucks it up ig by being oblivious and a little too ''i can fix him'' vibey#and his taste in comedy is bad. to say the least. which is apparently grounds for messy divorce#also krok is sometimes cool with selling a whole dude. at least when the dude is their befriended giant killer autobot buddy :/#that is also grounds for divorce. obviously#sorry. this is derailing the more i start thinking about how messy fulkrok could be. like. ough <3#they're a little ''i hate my wife'' coded. but in a greater scav codependent poly way. and it's more krok being annoyed with fulcrum#its like. fulcrum: ''i can fix him bcs i need to feel validated'' vs krok: ''wtf is wrong with this guy?! who does he think he is??''#i think they'd want to pick each other apart intellectually. maybe emotionally. smth smth two officers. both disgraced. and power dynamics#its fun. they're both hypocrites. they'd need couples therapy. its also 4am. shit. ok goodnight
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a friend who'd wait :)
#im posting this very late because i was sort of weary of how it came out and ended up messing w it until it was like 4am oops.#and i have plans tmrw so... oh well! i did my best and ill put it out while i can!#and i tried to make the scene match barnard's colors lol#finn's ocs#finn's art#i know i said id do more sillay stuff with the simpler screentone only style but i had a couple more of these in me#and this is the first piece im making thats like an actual part of the story too rather than just setting stuff for fun#i wanna write something to go with it too but for now ill just sort of briefly explain the context in the tags here:#barnard has a pretty bad case of OCD and his compulsions have made it difficult to make friends in the past#he was never outright bullied or anything but people just didnt really have the patience to deal with it#he has compulsions that include stuff like walking through doors until it feels right and needing things to be perfectly aligned#which in group settings has lead to people having to wait for him to finish his rituals and join them#they might find it tolerable at first but eventually they grow impatient and hes just... not invited to stuff anymore#but juno is a newer member of the guild who ends up frequenting the same library. hes also kinda a little weird#and they dont become fast friends or anything but just sort of naturally spend time in the same place#though they never plan meetups they eventually fall into a routine. around the same time theyd just both be at the library#and read next to each other. and maybe talk a bit. and eventually they end up walking back to the guildhall together#since theyre going to the same place after all. and juno always waits for barnard outside the door#eventually barnard asks if this bothers him. juno kinda just tells him 'of course it does' without any malice or anything. just a statement#barnard is surprised and apologizes and juno says not to. but the next day juno doesnt show up at the usual time.#barnard assumes hes committed somekinda more by bringing it up. he ends up staying there late reading to get his mind off it & not ruminate#but when he leaves juno is in fact still waiting for him down the hall (see pic) having collected a bunch of books literally abt ocd#he fell asleep bc barnard stayed later than expected. and hes an eepy guy generally. and also one very bad at expressing himself#but now barnard gets that juno's 'of course it [bothers me]' had the implication of 'but its worth it' which no friend has previously done.#and from the interaction juno was also able to understand that this isn't something barnard just does for the hell of it so. he studies.#and checks a bunch of stuff out because he thinks it could help his friend too (theres ocd workbooks and such- i remember working w them)#and thats the point where they became more ''friends'' than ''pleasant library acquaintances''#from there on they also do get into juno's problems. whole other bag of worms. but this specific scene is more about bernard from his pov#sorry about when i said briefly explain. i lied </3#but compared to the whole sequence im picturing its brief so shhh
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want to feel someone I love sleeping beside me but im sick and lonely and don't have a bed or anyone to cuddle.
#im so sad. 4am and im missing having anything#i haven't been able to sleep well in so long. im scared to try falling asleep bc having to be alone w my thoughts makes me break down#I don't remember the last time I was held and loved by someone and we both slept through the night. it must have been with my ex ages ago#woof woof#vent#I want my own home I want a bed that's mine I want a bedroom so badly. going 2 cry myself to sleep on a friend's couch again
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any s4 subz enjoyers out there. I cannot stop thinking about him
#zeph.text#help. it's 4am and have to get up in six hours.#I have so many thoughts about his character (specifically pre eclipse fed cause I haven't watched past that) and i can't for the life of me#put them into words#goddddd I need to watch more of his vods but I do Not want to sit through all of that building#ITS SO BORING#but also I don't want to skip more vods cause what if there's something in there that I don't want to miss ... UGH#realistically there isn't but also sometimes there's things he mentions that make me go absolutely insane#like how his axe was named Exodus. a reference to the wormhole like 40 streams in advance.#also I don't want to miss his little moments with zam...#okay it's 4:30 I really need to sleep#rare zephyr rambling moment#goodnight . im going to be so so tired in the morning 🫠
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i love waking up early but going to bed early??? is there no joy in this world??? must i be denied even the simplest of pleasures????
#honestly in an ideal world i wake up at 4am fuck around for 2 hours workout second-breakfast then office hours#unfortunately that means i have to go to bed at 6pm and thats insane behaviour even if i didnt finish work at 6#we should have evolved out of needing so much sleep its really lame. except when its awesome#not to mention i have absolutely no energy living like this which is also so fucking sucks#like i want to DO stuff after work i want to read and paint and embroider#instead im so fucking tired i just die#anyway its fine ill adjust i just have to fahking soldier through. i think this week might be a washout though :/
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#God tho this does make me want to pull back up that notebook fic snippet i had#of Margo confronting Molly about this too but like with science.#Margo would know. Just saying. She knows. ⃪ does this mean you have Molly/Margo fic?
Hi anon! sorry this is now several days late but boy do I. ( watched FAMK for the first time in February, wound up with Pages and pages of fic snippets (for a couple ships, margo x molly included) in chicken scratch on physical paper which is always a great sign that im being normal about a show, thought I'd cure myself if I just watched the whole thing a second time and absolutely only made it worse. )
I meant to answer this ask by just typing up the quick excerpt of the fic I was talking to myself in the tags about but...... started typing and did not stop. It lives over here now! Was not the one of the notebook fics I thought would see the light of day but you know? why not.
(I assume if you're here you, like me, have already read all the fics to be found but if you have Not read everything in that tag already, highly recommend. this fandom may be small but boy did it have good food on offer when I rolled in four years late fresh off a few episodes and absolutely screaming.)
Since I went ahead and dropped that one on ao3 at like 4am i'll throw in something a little more typical of the the notebook archives - how about this thing that exists entirely bc i noticed that used bookstore you can see beside the Outpost in season 1 and it gave me Ideas
Sometime post crossword-quiz / pre- run-in at the Jazz club.
Margo walks fast past the Outpost on her way over to Bargain Books. When she can, she prefers to park down at the other end of the street and not have to go by that eyesore of a bar in the first place, but when you double the size of the astronaut program with twenty female ascans, you turn street parking into a blood sport. On her salary, no way is she playing chicken with the corvettes, not even to avoid mustering a polite smile for a coworker at his inebriated worst.
Most days, that’s only an issue if she swings by after dark, the hour when everybody’s trickling out and stumbling home for the evening. Otherwise, the dingy whitewashed plywood keeps a nice impenetrable wall between book-seeking passers-by and drunken test pilots. Today, however, a spell of perfect weather is conspiring against her. Someone has the door propped open with a rusty paint can, letting the sound of laughter of clinking glass spill through it onto the sidewalk.
A flash of green catches Margo’s eye before she can make it past. Despite herself, she recognizes that shade in an instant. It’s the flannel shirt she had to reprimand earlier that afternoon for bringing a lit cigarette into the sim. Molly Cobb, bent over a pool table, chin twisted up towards Patty Doyle, grinning like a woman about to win.
Just Margo’s luck that this is the perfect time of day—indoor light matching outdoor light—for Molly to catch her eye straight through the open door as she makes her shot. 8-ball, dead in the pocket.
For no reason she can think of, Margo feels heat rushing up into her cheeks.
She stalks into Bargain Books in a hurry.
The sweater-vested owner behind the front desk gives her the polite nod reserved for a good customer (and disinterested conversationalist) as she beelines for Paperback Fiction. She finished Matheson’s Ride the Nightmare last night— should have picked up two when she noticed how short it was in the first place, but nothing else tickled her fancy when she was in here a week ago, so here she is again, browsing spines. Maybe it's time to cave and finally grab a 10¢ copy of Rosemary's Baby from the stack on the end, seeing as it’s the one highly recommended title in her genre-of-choice the entire country seems to have read in the last couple years, but she already knows the ending (and the entire premise of demonic pregnancy does not appeal for tuning out after the work day).
She’s dubiously eying the back-cover blurb on a Chandler detective thriller instead when a voice over her shoulder says, “Oh, Patty loves this shit.”
To her great chagrin, Margo jumps, gasps, and drops her book. “Jesus, Molly.”
“My bad.”
Molly squats down to pick it up, slouchy brown corduroy flexing over her thighs. She fixes a bend in the cover before offering it back to her, but when Margo tries to take it away, Molly doesn’t let go. Instead, she adopts a playfully quirked brow and tugs it back towards herself inch-by-inch, bringing Margo, frowning, a step closer than she was before. “Came here to see if I could talk you into a drink.”
Margo’s voice comes out approximately four steps too high as she looks around for some explanatory audience and says incredulously, “In there?” with a jerk of her thumb towards the Outpost’s adjoining wall.
“Yeah. NASA central, shithole though it may be, but I never see you around.”
“Well, I’m not an astronaut.”
“Neither are the five white-shirts who monopolize the best booth in the back six nights a week. They don’t check for a pin at the door, Madison. That’d be no way to run a business. It’s a bar. Come have a drink with me.”
“With… you.” She asks because she expects there to be an and. Me and the other ascans. Me and the rest of you white-shirt types in the back. Me and Patty Doyle.
But Molly just raps the cover of The Lady in the Lake with her knuckles and says again, “With me.”
#margo x molly#thx anon!! be warned if you give me an excuse to say literally any words about this show im going to say them!!#whats that tumblr rule about like as long as you put a certain number of tags the next tags don't sort into search?#love to categorize things for myself dont necessarily need the entire fandom tag seeing my questionable 4am fic offerings#is it five tags is that enough?#for all mankind#molly cobb#margo madison#the notebook fic probably mostly wont see the light of day bc its a lot of just going absolutely overkill#writing single protracted conversations about every event that made me mildly insane through the entire show#which does not come together well into something that actually Goes Anywhere or god forbid Actually Ends#but yes lol i very very very much do have fic
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really sucks when you can't enjoy things you like bc doing them makes you feel guilty and like you're a piece of shit
#personal#going through it again#it happens every so often like once every few weeks#maybe months if i'm being optimistic#just feeling. like i know i'm avoiding the stuff i like bc i feel like i should be doing other things#like fucking getting my documents that i still need to go find a job#so i can have money to help at home#instead of just sitting here all day on my laptop#but i can't do that bc im stressed about it#i know most of my family doesn't mind i help around the house still when i'm actually feeling decent but still#can't help but be stressed#also the anxiety but that's like#a constant in my life. that's just how it is#so i just move around it#at least i can still enjoy reading#i enjoy reading so so much#and i'm really looking forward to having my friends over for my bday next saturday (not this one)#should help me deal with all this stuff#really need more contact with people#bc i haven't seen them in like a month at least#been staying up until like 4am lately bc i'm just#reading lol#been really into momlet content with a side of monster clover :3
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today sucked the life out of me ya Allah
#nothing particularly happened#well actually multiple things happened but none of them are that big of a deal im just tired#yesterday the ppt file for my presentation corrupted as i was finishing it :') didn't have autosave on :'))#had to redo the entire thing from scratch. i was working on it all week too for god's sake#finished by like 4am today and i had to be up by 8 for uni so i barely slept#the presentation was fine i think given i had to do everything again last minute but ik the original version was better#my blood pressure was through the roof the entire day for some reason. felt my pulse in my head for the whole day#fitting because our pbl case this week was about hypertension😭#called my dad to make sure he went to get his meds renewed...#i'm really worried about him he refused to go to the doctor again aslan but i sat him down and we had a long talk about it#alhamdulillah he agreed to go. only for them not to have his diabetes meds in stock💀 bas ya3ni it's good that he went anyway#my mom is a different story she's so stubborn i swear#had an argument with her today about letting me work again to lift a bit of the workload off her since money is still so tight#and she got pissed at me#so now im tired unrested have a migraine and my mom is mad at me what a day bgad#ya Allah
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Everyone say good luck reese and by extension good luck lester. I think my guts are about to give way again and since I'm going into a week of not working I'm going to try and power through and not take immodium or anything. See if I can naturally empty out and reset my system w gentle foods and light eating.
Which means there's high odds I'm not getting much sleep tonight and if I'm not sleeping his ass isn't sleeping either.
#txt.txt#he does tend to sleep through more than slade but like#if this goes as far south as i fear it will im going to become the whiniest sobbiest creachure by 4am
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also i don't know basically anything about roman history so i don't understand the context (often) but i love your comics and style sooo much i want to learn so i can understand..
I'm glad that my comics can still be fun for you even without the context!! 💗
#HEUSHGHH so sorry to everyone whose messages have been in my inbox. i am slowly working through them all this weekend#or at least. i will do my best to work through them this weekend. it's 4am! im Dying™ and will be going to bed soon#also 10/10 i'd recommend perusing roman history even on a surface level for the sheer spectacle of it all#like there is no need to go into like. the economics of it. which is what im doing for some fucking reason#but thematically? rome is giving a lot and people have written many texts that are imho extremely fun reads#there's one about rome as a body (politically and literally) that is SO gorey and delightful im eating it like a feast#if there's a theme in lit/hist. you like there's a very good chance rome has something to offer! (with a side of Violence)#ask tag
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if you subbed yjh to ivan and kdj to till and threw them in a blender of in a study of geometric shapes i think it would kind of work
#i love that fic lmfao#out of nowhere it pulled the hardest lines#my 4am brain was not ready for that#hold on let me pull some up#"the longer yjh is gone the more he starts to wonder if this was all just a fever dream#maybe there was no yjh all along no best friend no sharing a popsicle in the summer heat no eating dumplings together with their ankles#interlaced under the table no kiss. maybe kdj has been alone this whole time he knows hes obsessed but he cant help it he doesnt want to le#go he cant#pause for a second because i literally have the ivantill beach au sheet saved in between screenshots. like a true champ.#home was an intangible thing but it existed and would continue to exist forever it was a dumpling an orange a 'good night' it was a shell#from the sea a keychain saved for him a postcard covered in childish writing it was the way the sunlight caught on yjhs hair when he turned#around and laced the black strands through with gold it was welcome back and it was i promise it was yjh#maybe this shouldnt have been in tags.#oh well#im so obsessed
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im so tired of all of this. i wish i could put it into paper in the form of art but that always feels so impossible
#im talking about me and sex and food and emotions and relationships and god and friendship and distance and vacations and school and#errands and crying and dresses and boys and music and girls and confidence and self worth and trust and love and safety and deserving it and#the future and the past and the present and vastness and me and you and us and months and years and being unsure and being alone and#being scared and being passionate and being ok and waking up and bodies and skin and blood and books and coffee. etc#its so much. how am i supposed to ever tell anyone about it if its this much#corny emotional post because its 4am and im STILL going through it goddamn.#talk
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babygirl it is quarter past 4am why r u getting the “tell a trusted adult about ur problems and get comforted” urge???
#usually this urge can only by fixed through fanfic as i have a serious lack of trusted adults in my life-#also when i do find one i can’t say anything bcz its still scary asf#past trauma babeyyyy#idk if anyone feels like coming to my house and idk shouting at me for doing that to myself or whatever then hugging me feel free#i’ll give u my address#idk 😭#4am emotions go brrr#would continue the fic but im rlly more in a h/c mood than a h/nc character study mood :(#life is so unfair i hate myself#ryan shut the fuck up
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I feel like.... there's not enough bottom Arthur and it makes me ಥ_ಥ
NOT EVEN POWER BOTTOM ARTHUR 😭😭😭 PLS IM BEING DEPRIVED
#also smth else too but im not gonna expose myself at least not rn#pls if anyone has any recommendations i will kiss u on the mouth#WITH CONSENT OFC#sometimes the authors dont tag it and im 🥲#pls i will take any form of content this is a cry for help#im a bottom arthur truther im sorry#no im not#merthur#merlin x arthur#also slow burn fics are my bread n butter#slowly but surely going down through the holy path of ao3#but its taking some time#i might just write it myself#CAUSE THERES ONLY 4 AND IM-#i need my bbygorls in my mouth#i found some where they switch and it makes me happy#BUT IM IMPATIENT ٩(๑꒦ິȏ꒦ິ๑)۶#its 4am#bitches be having me in a choke hold#correction more than 4 bUT I NEED MORE (┛✧Д✧))┛#i was looking at another specific tag and didnt realise my apologies#why is there 2 seperate tags for the same thing im so confused-
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